Makes a run for the door

Fuck this. Fuck this. I didn't care if anyone saw me at this point; we needed help.

I ran for the door. I was about a foot away from it when the electricity coursing through my body dropped me again. My forehead slammed into the door and I bounced back, gasping.

"Idiot," Nikki sighed, while I tried to regain my senses and figure out which way was up. "You already know you can't attack me, so why did you think that would work? There are perimeter sensors all through this house; I planted them while I was cleaning up the place and you were out drinking with your friends. They won't let you leave the areas I designate as permitted. Congratulations though; your little display has earned you the right to try out my new toys." She snapped her fingers. "Steve. Next to the sink in the bathroom -- the nice bathroom, not the little bathroom, I'm sure you remember where it is -- there's a red bag. Bring it to me."

Steve stared at her, eyes wide and frightened. Frozen. I couldn't help but notice he had an erection.

"Tests run a lot more smoothly with cooperative subjects," Nikki said acidly. "Don't make me convince you."

Steve bolted for the bathroom. I started to get up, but Nikki put a foot between my shoulder blades and pushed me back down. "Not yet."

My balls still ached from that last shock. I decided to pick my battles.

Steve returned quickly with the bag. Nikki walked over to take it from him and pulled a frighteningly large, realistic-looking dildo from it. I'm not great at sizes, but it was bigger than my dick, and I'm not small.

I panicked, and started getting to my feet again.

"Slowly," Nikki said, "or I will make you slow down."

I slowed down.

"Now lay over the back of the couch there so I have a good angle to get this in."

I shook my head and backed away, careful to avoid the front door.

"Steve, if your test partner isn't over the back of that couch within one minute, I'm shocking you both into unconsciousness."

I don't blame Steve for grabbing me and dragging me over to the couch at that. I mean, it's basic survival, right? I would've done the same thing in the circumstances. There was no way to escape, so why make things harder than they had to be?

And the truth was, I didn't fight him nearly as hard as I could have. I mean, I had to fight, it was a pride thing, but I didn't relish the thought of her carrying out her threat, either. So I didn't do too much to actually prevent him from bending me over the couch.

He would've won, anyway. He was stronger than me.

"Good," Nikki said. "Now, try to relax." I felt something cold and wet hit my asshole, which made me do the exact opposite of relax. I tensed up as she used what I presumed to be the tip of the dildo to rub lube up and down my crack.

"You're really going to want to relax," she said, pressing it gently against my asshole. "I'm afraid I don't have any experience at this, and resistance might be painful. Steve, your friend is doing you a great favour by volunteering for this; work a little tongue magic and help him relax, will you? He might get hurt if you don't."

I glared up at Steve, but he wouldn't look at me. He was turned away, what I could see of his face was fiery red... and I felt the gentle pressure of a tongue drawing slow gentle circles on the underside of my cock.

"Mmmmph!" I protested, struggling.

"Do NOT get up," Nikki warned me. "This is going in one way or another, so you should thank your friend for making it the easy way." As she spoke, she pushed the head of the dildo into my ass; I clenched around it, which hurt. I heard her drizzle more lube up its length, and then keep pushing. Soon I was gasping and whimpering, doing my best to relax while Steve licked and sucked the cock in his mouth and massaged the balls with his hands. Nikki had ordered him to lick my cock, and I could understand a token effort to avoid getting shocked, but why this much work? Why the balls? I tried to tell him off around the gag, but the vibrations of my voice and movement of my tongue only made his knees quiver -- he still had a full-on erection.

"You're doing well," Nikki murmured, pushing the dildo in further. I felt it poke at my prostate, then keep going. Was it getting wider as it went? I was sure, when I looked at it, it didn't get wider as it went.

Finally, it was in; the girth decreased a little before the flare base and I felt my asshole relax as the stretch decreased.

"There. That wasn't so hard, right? Now sit on the couch, please. Both of you."

I sat on the couch. Steve, mercifully, stopped playing with my dick. Nikki produced two small, wicked-looking clamps from the bag. Tiny hooks dangled from each.

"We won't use the weights today," she told me in what she clearly thought she was a reassuring manner. "We don't need those yet."

Yet?! I thought, as she closed the clamps around my nipples. They bit sharply; I gasped in sudden pain, and the movement of my mouth caused Steve to gasp in sudden pleasure.

"There," Nikki said. "By the way, I'm instituting a new household bedtime. You boys are going to bed at 10pm; I'll remove your toys then. Until then, enjoy your football game."

Then, without another word, she went back to her computer.

I glanced at the clock. It was seven thirty.