The Story of Odile Pt16.

You will find that this makes more sense if you have read the previous part of Odile’s Story.

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Satisfied, Nadia flipped up the back of Odile’s slip with casual efficiency, then took a step back.

Odile was dying inside, fighting back the urge to resist, to object to such cavalier, painful and abusive treatment. The new position was deeply shaming, made her feel horribly vulnerable, and she already knew that she was not going to be able to held herself elegantly for long without great discomfort. Her ankles in the heels were frighteningly unsteady, her inner thighs hot with the tightness there, her shoulders were hurting, too, with the unaccustomed position and weight of her outstretched, helpless arms, and her neck was horridly twisted. All of this was going to become unbearable, without some relaxation from the extremes Nadia had enforced upon her, relaxation which she already knew that she would not grant herself.

There was nothing, nothing to be done about any of this, it seemed, but to endure, holding back tears of shame and distress, as she realised Nadia was squatting now, pointing her phone between Odile’s wide spread thighs, taking pictures, speaking out loud;

“Appearance satisfactory; visible moisture; labia swollen, flushed, hood of clitoris prominent, all suggesting engorgement consistent with sexual arousal. Labia have parted as a result of thighs being widely split. Slight bruises and puffiness presumably caused by recent intimate punishment. Commencing data gathering.”

Before Odile could even begin to make sense of these efficient, routine-sounding observations, there was a rustling and an elastic snap, then a click, followed by a mechanical buzzing which started, then stopped, to be succeeded by some sharp, tight-sounding clicks.

There was silence for a second, and then Odile let out an involuntary squeal, which rapidly turned into a soft, strangled wail— violently suppressed, as she desperately did not want Lauren to hear anything at all of this— as, without the slightest warning or explanation, some cool, hard, angular object was firmly pushed against the folds of her inner labia.

Making her yelp and jerk again, the thing was then unceremoniously pushed directly into her vagina, where it began first to vibrate, and then occasionally to beep.

Whatever it was, Nadia was adept with it, her hands on Odile’s body slick and smooth; she was wearing surgical gloves, it seemed, a small detail which made everything worse— even more impersonal, mechanical. The thing was deep in her sex, buzzing and beeping within her, and an appalling thought flashed into Odile’s mind— that it was like having a robotic rat, sniffing about, in her most intimate crevice, and her belly heaved, horrified, revolted at even the idea of such a thing, let alone that something like that was actually being done to her; that she was holding herself open for it.

Business-like as ever, completely ignoring the very evident signs of Odile’s distress, Nadia began to speak;

“M. Strauch has a significant interest in several medical corporations. One of these, alongside some other interesting tools, makes a data-sensing and recording device for clinical gyneacologists. The thing inside you is a special edition of that device. It makes measurements, but can also deliver pleasure …”

Nadia angled the device so that the vibrations were delivered, powerfully, to some particularly sensitive spot inside her which Nadia seemed unerringly to have aimed at, so that Odile gasped and jerked helplessly at the sensation, felt one leg go into spasm, before the sensation was abruptly cut off;

”.. and pain, too ..”

At which, the awful thing delivered a sharp jolt, which made Odile squeak. It hadn’t so much been painful, as horribly shocking— a sharp, tight jerk at her insides, it felt like— where nothing like such an insult should ever be possible; and then another hit, stronger; she was less surprised, this time, and managed to control herself a little, but it distressed her more; her whole body was squirming, wanting to reject this thing, this outrage; tears were forming in her eyes, and yet her mind was demanding that she hold herself open so that Nadia could do this to her; her chest heaved, her breath came gustily, noisy in her throat, her hips twitching with suppressed energy, only intensifying the dreadful sensation of having the awful machine inside her, hurting her in that very same place where it had delivered such irresistible pleasure..

“The intensity will increase each time; you will remain silent— at least, your lips will remain sealed. Eventually, a shock will hurt too much, and you will cry out, open your lips. That will be the end of the session, but if I don’t think that you have have tried hard enough to stay quiet, you will receive a final jolt of much higher intensity.”

“Your attainment is recorded in the device. You’ll be expected to improve over time.”

The first shock came before Nadia even finished speaking, catching Odile off-guard, so hard was it to be spoken to like that, to be told such things, to know that she would make herself accept such treatment, and she almost failed to stifle her cry of dismay as the ‘bite’ hit her, deep inside, at that same, highly sensitive spot, the sensation deeply disturbing; un-natural, unlike anything she had ever experienced, terribly distressing, the distress multiplied by the weakness and vulnerability of her position…

“MMmp!” Again, sharper still, she must prepare..

“Mm-MMMeeeYYMmmp!” No! It was too much! It must be damaging her in there! It couldn’t hurt so much and not damage h…

“MMAAGGHMMP! AGH!”

“Just a little more, pretty, just a few more..”

In fact the second shock after this bland statement, delivered as if Nadia expected her to be happy to hear it, was enough to make Odile cry out loud; she bit off the sound, squashed it, the instant it was uttered, horrified at the idea that Lauren might hear, might demand an explanation, but still, it was what Nadia took as her limit, seemingly an acceptable attainment, since no extra shock was delivered.

Rather, the device was unceremoniously withdrawn from her quivering pussy, and immediately applied to her clitoris, where another series of buzzings and beepings commenced, Nadia angling the device and adjusting it until some alignment had been established, and the shocks started again, making her hips jerk shamingly every time; challenging her ability to stay quiet— even though the shocks were mild, it seemed impossible that she should hold herself open for such treatment!

Bad enough in her sex, but to have such a dreadful tool intentionally delivering cruelty at her clitoris! And she holding herself still for it! Her heart might burst if she let herself panic.

And yet it was unimaginable that she would even protest, let alone pull herself away from the thing, collapse into a protective ball as she desperately wished she could, more and more devastated at being made to hold her position, opening herself so blatantly for such callous, mechanistic cruelty and shame; but none of that mattered much as another shock came; and then a stronger one yet, promising worse, the certainty that she would continue to hold herself open for as long as she had strength to making it all the more destructive..

“AuGghhhm-Mmm!”

“HeeMmmmMhggh!”

And, then, inevitably, her mouth opened wide as the pain jumped to a whole other level and she cried out, only cutting herself off after the full-throated yell had become loud;

“HIIYEEEeegghhkkcCK!”

— impossible that Lauren would not have heard her!

She was being destroyed; right her, right now, with Andrew, her Monseigneur, miles away, her life was being ruined beyond repair, by his assistant, this cold fish of a woman who treated her with such cruel scorn. It was too much to bear!

At the same time, she knew herself to be making great efforts to hold her position, hearing herself apologising, even;

“Sorry, sorry, M .. Miss. sorry for .. for yelling.”

And yet she held herself still, her neck and shoulders shaking with discomfort, emitting a horrified wail of pain as Nadia, apparently judging her not to have tried hard enough to keep quiet, delivered a shock of much higher intensity.

The thing was withdrawn, then, and she imagined the ordeal was over, until she felt it pushing purposefully into her tight rear hole, immediately making her gasp and squeak in pain and distress and shame; Andrew had physically damaged her there, she was sure; she felt a tearing pain as the thing was pushed deeper into her backside, and again her hips bucked, even before the shocks commenced, then again, with more shocks, her movements pathetic, uncontrollable, signalling her shame and pain ever more obviously as the shocks became stronger, Odile biting her tongue in an attempt to stay quiet, failed again at last, crying out, full-throated, with pain and abject misery both (Lauren would definitely have heard ; she knew it in some dark corner of her mind) to which there was no comment at all, except that it seemed to signal the end of the humiliating ordeal, as the thing was withdrawn.

Her relief was short-lived, though, as the hateful device was then immediately presented to her mouth;

“Clean it; use your tongue tip; do a good job; get into the crevices.”

Odile desperately, urgently did not want to accept this machine into her mouth, afraid of shocks there, and disgusted by where it had just been, but she was not able to muster more than the very briefest resistance, too hopelessly suborned not to immediately begin to use her tongue, to make it obvious that she was doing so, make a show of herself as willing, obedient, eager to please.

After some appalling eternity of humiliation and discomfort, the thing was at last withdrawn, with the comment;

“There will be pain in your mouth, and in your throat, too, of course, soon enough.”

There were then some small noises suggesting the terrible device was being wiped and stowed, then;

“Up!”

Read the next part of The Story of Odile here.