Strict Susan
03-22-2008, 2:02 PM
The WIles & Guiles (http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php?id=SusanS&pr=272&in=008) is a 103,500-word novel by Susan Strict first published November 2005. Here's an extract that I don't think has been posted before:
The Prime Minister spent the night uncomfortably, awakened four times by sharp pain followed by absolute agony as the first motor on the device sprang into action briefly.
The next day his staff commented on how tired and drawn he looked, although he did his best to keep his mind on his work and to complete all his duties. He considered whether to tell someone. Surely it would be possible to have the horrible device removed with the right equipment? Surely that would make sense, and then he could perhaps set a trap for Malglia? How simple it would be, once the device was removed from him, to have armed security staff ready to rush in and arrest her when she appeared.
He examined the device in the privacy of the bathroom. The metal seemed to have a sheen, a glow, and he could see no lock or catch which might be undone. To all outward appearances it might have been welded onto him. As he touched it, he felt a slight buzzing and at once there was pressure on his testicles as the motor controlling that part of the device started to contract the metal cage holding him. He released it at once, and the motor stopped. Already it was hurting him, and only very slowly did it begin to loosen. Experimentally, he again touched the device, and at once the motor started. Clearly any attempt to remove the diabolical thing would have disastrous consequences. He was certain now. There was nothing he or anyone else could do except to leave it alone until Malglia removed it.
By the evening, however, he was finding that the more he tried to keep his mind off the device and avoid any thoughts that might be arousing, the more those very thoughts popped into his mind.
He was in his own room by 11pm, earlier than he would normally go to bed, and waiting for Malglia in the hope she might turn up early and release him from this infernal device.
She arrived exactly at midnight, slipping quietly into his room. He was siting on his bed, and looked up as she entered.
“How do you get past the security?” he asked.
“The teleporter,” she said simply. “I can go anywhere.”
“You mean that any of you can just appear anywhere?” he demanded to know, shocked as he realised the implications.
“No…” she broke off and frowned. “I told you to be naked.”
“Could you please unlock this infernal device you put on me.”
“HOW DARE YOU IGNORE ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU,” she shouted, suddenly angry, “I said I told you to be naked. Get your clothes off. All of them. NOW.”
Unhappily he undressed.
“On the bed,” she ordered, “On your back.”
He obeyed without even looking at her. She walked round the bed, looking down at him with a thoughtful expression.
“Do you realise,” she said at last, “Just how bizarre this is?”
He found his voice, just, and croaked hoarsely, “We don’t have to do this.”
She laughed. “Of course we do. Have you not realised how honoured you are? You alone are the one human who has been allowed to mate with a Guardian without unbearable pain and damage. You are unique, Mr Prime Minister. Is that not worth a little mild pain for my enjoyment?”
He did not reply, and she leapt onto the bed, kneeling with her legs either side of his body. “I think you enjoy it, Mr Prime Minister. I think there’s nothing you would like better right at this moment than for me to take you again, to squeeze you so tightly inside me and satisfy my desires on your poor little defenceless body.”
He shook his head, and tried to tell her he did not want that at all. No words came out, but even as he tried to deny it he felt the little metal spikes digging into him as his unwanted arousal filled the metal device encasing him. He knew that in just a few seconds those motors would start to cause him intense pain as the spikes gyrated. He was not at all sure with this powerful woman kneeling over him making arousing comments, whether even that pain would be enough to quell his hardness before the second motors started to cut in and quite likely did him permanent damage.
In one quick movement Malglia removed the device from him. He had no idea how she did it so rapidly, releasing with a twist of her fingers what had seemed to be permanently welded round him. His relief to feel it no longer attached was immeasurable.
“Thank you,” he muttered, “Thank you so much.”
“Don’t thank me,” warned Malglia, “You might wish it was still attached, protecting your nasty little perverted parts, before I’ve finished with you tonight.”
He had no time to think of any sort of meaningful reply in the few seconds before she had his wrists and ankles tied to the bed. He wondered why she bothered to tie him. She was so much stronger than he was that she could do exactly what she wanted anyway. She seemed to read his thoughts.
“I prefer it if you don’t thrash around when I’m playing with you,” she said.
She stood by the bed, threw off her black one-piece suit and climbed on top of him again, completely naked as he was. Without any sort of preliminary, she thrust herself onto his hardness, swaying her hips as she pressed down to take him into her, wriggling from side to side as her tightness impeded the downward movement.
As she engulfed him fully her muscles squeezed, but this time he erupted immediately with a gasp and a moan. An angry expression crossed her face.
“Why did you do that?” She slapped him.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
He felt her muscles squeezing at him even as he became limp. The powerful pressure was still there, and more than enough to hold his flaccid manhood tightly inside her. She moved only slightly, but move she did with a motion that with the pressure from her incredible muscles worked at him relentlessly. Her face held an expression of deep concentration, her eyes shut. Within a few minutes he felt himself start to stiffen again even as the full force of her muscles squeezed in on him much faster than when he had been fully erect.
The irresistible force Malglia exerted without consciously making the effort was much greater than the not insubstantial force of his growing erection, and unlike being trapped in her devilish device with its spikes, the confinement inside the smooth, resilient prison of Malglia herself had quite the opposite effect. The result was a most bizarre sensation, a combination of pain, not least because the little spikes that had pricked at him during the day had left their mark on him; intense arousal; frustration that he was being prevented from achieving the full extent of his erection.
Tony groaned, and as he did he felt the shuddering from Malglia that indicated her own climax was approaching. As that shuddering increased, her muscles won the battle with his erection, and he felt himself wilt most frustratingly. Malglia screamed and relaxed, but this time her muscles did not stop. Instead they went frantic spasms, working up and down on his now limp member and still increasing the pressure. Tony, too, screamed. Although the pain was no worse, the sensation was so unpleasantly weird that he desperately needed it to stop.
It continued, but only for a minute or two, and then Malglia’s muscles did relax and release him. She fell forward onto him while he, released, sprang fully erect immediately.
It took her some time to recover while he wriggled in frustration, as much as he was able with her full weight on top of him. She pushed herself up slowly, looking from his hardness to his face.
Predictably, perhaps: “Dirty little pervert,” she said, and slapped his face. Then slapped his hardness, making him squirm.
“Right,” she continued, “Shall we put that little device back on you?”
“No…please... ” he gasped in real fear, “Please don’t”
“So... you don’t want that nice little protector stopping anything nasty being done to your poor little bits?”
Tony spluttered in confusion.
“I’ll take that as a no,” she said sharply. “As it happens I wasn’t going to put it on you yet. I want to have some fun first.”
She jumped from the bed and strode over towards the door, bending to pick up the bag she had dropped as she entered the room. She turned it upside down, dropping an assortment of gadgets onto the floor. She spread them out with one foot, turning them over, pondering. She muttered aloud to herself as she moved each item with her toes. “Clamp? Electrodes? Sandpaper? Probe? Scalpel? Grater? Tweezers? Whip? All, of course. But which first?”
She picked up something with one hand and examined it closely. “Yes,” she said with satisfaction, “That’s the one.”
She advanced slowly on the naked, restrained Prime Minister.
He screamed in fear as she attached the clips to each side of his scrotum, slowly forced the probe down deeply into his urethra, attached the wires to each and waited the capacitor to reach a full charge...
http://www.strictsusan.com/publish/novel.jpg (http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php?id=SusanS&pr=272&in=008)
The Prime Minister spent the night uncomfortably, awakened four times by sharp pain followed by absolute agony as the first motor on the device sprang into action briefly.
The next day his staff commented on how tired and drawn he looked, although he did his best to keep his mind on his work and to complete all his duties. He considered whether to tell someone. Surely it would be possible to have the horrible device removed with the right equipment? Surely that would make sense, and then he could perhaps set a trap for Malglia? How simple it would be, once the device was removed from him, to have armed security staff ready to rush in and arrest her when she appeared.
He examined the device in the privacy of the bathroom. The metal seemed to have a sheen, a glow, and he could see no lock or catch which might be undone. To all outward appearances it might have been welded onto him. As he touched it, he felt a slight buzzing and at once there was pressure on his testicles as the motor controlling that part of the device started to contract the metal cage holding him. He released it at once, and the motor stopped. Already it was hurting him, and only very slowly did it begin to loosen. Experimentally, he again touched the device, and at once the motor started. Clearly any attempt to remove the diabolical thing would have disastrous consequences. He was certain now. There was nothing he or anyone else could do except to leave it alone until Malglia removed it.
By the evening, however, he was finding that the more he tried to keep his mind off the device and avoid any thoughts that might be arousing, the more those very thoughts popped into his mind.
He was in his own room by 11pm, earlier than he would normally go to bed, and waiting for Malglia in the hope she might turn up early and release him from this infernal device.
She arrived exactly at midnight, slipping quietly into his room. He was siting on his bed, and looked up as she entered.
“How do you get past the security?” he asked.
“The teleporter,” she said simply. “I can go anywhere.”
“You mean that any of you can just appear anywhere?” he demanded to know, shocked as he realised the implications.
“No…” she broke off and frowned. “I told you to be naked.”
“Could you please unlock this infernal device you put on me.”
“HOW DARE YOU IGNORE ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU,” she shouted, suddenly angry, “I said I told you to be naked. Get your clothes off. All of them. NOW.”
Unhappily he undressed.
“On the bed,” she ordered, “On your back.”
He obeyed without even looking at her. She walked round the bed, looking down at him with a thoughtful expression.
“Do you realise,” she said at last, “Just how bizarre this is?”
He found his voice, just, and croaked hoarsely, “We don’t have to do this.”
She laughed. “Of course we do. Have you not realised how honoured you are? You alone are the one human who has been allowed to mate with a Guardian without unbearable pain and damage. You are unique, Mr Prime Minister. Is that not worth a little mild pain for my enjoyment?”
He did not reply, and she leapt onto the bed, kneeling with her legs either side of his body. “I think you enjoy it, Mr Prime Minister. I think there’s nothing you would like better right at this moment than for me to take you again, to squeeze you so tightly inside me and satisfy my desires on your poor little defenceless body.”
He shook his head, and tried to tell her he did not want that at all. No words came out, but even as he tried to deny it he felt the little metal spikes digging into him as his unwanted arousal filled the metal device encasing him. He knew that in just a few seconds those motors would start to cause him intense pain as the spikes gyrated. He was not at all sure with this powerful woman kneeling over him making arousing comments, whether even that pain would be enough to quell his hardness before the second motors started to cut in and quite likely did him permanent damage.
In one quick movement Malglia removed the device from him. He had no idea how she did it so rapidly, releasing with a twist of her fingers what had seemed to be permanently welded round him. His relief to feel it no longer attached was immeasurable.
“Thank you,” he muttered, “Thank you so much.”
“Don’t thank me,” warned Malglia, “You might wish it was still attached, protecting your nasty little perverted parts, before I’ve finished with you tonight.”
He had no time to think of any sort of meaningful reply in the few seconds before she had his wrists and ankles tied to the bed. He wondered why she bothered to tie him. She was so much stronger than he was that she could do exactly what she wanted anyway. She seemed to read his thoughts.
“I prefer it if you don’t thrash around when I’m playing with you,” she said.
She stood by the bed, threw off her black one-piece suit and climbed on top of him again, completely naked as he was. Without any sort of preliminary, she thrust herself onto his hardness, swaying her hips as she pressed down to take him into her, wriggling from side to side as her tightness impeded the downward movement.
As she engulfed him fully her muscles squeezed, but this time he erupted immediately with a gasp and a moan. An angry expression crossed her face.
“Why did you do that?” She slapped him.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
He felt her muscles squeezing at him even as he became limp. The powerful pressure was still there, and more than enough to hold his flaccid manhood tightly inside her. She moved only slightly, but move she did with a motion that with the pressure from her incredible muscles worked at him relentlessly. Her face held an expression of deep concentration, her eyes shut. Within a few minutes he felt himself start to stiffen again even as the full force of her muscles squeezed in on him much faster than when he had been fully erect.
The irresistible force Malglia exerted without consciously making the effort was much greater than the not insubstantial force of his growing erection, and unlike being trapped in her devilish device with its spikes, the confinement inside the smooth, resilient prison of Malglia herself had quite the opposite effect. The result was a most bizarre sensation, a combination of pain, not least because the little spikes that had pricked at him during the day had left their mark on him; intense arousal; frustration that he was being prevented from achieving the full extent of his erection.
Tony groaned, and as he did he felt the shuddering from Malglia that indicated her own climax was approaching. As that shuddering increased, her muscles won the battle with his erection, and he felt himself wilt most frustratingly. Malglia screamed and relaxed, but this time her muscles did not stop. Instead they went frantic spasms, working up and down on his now limp member and still increasing the pressure. Tony, too, screamed. Although the pain was no worse, the sensation was so unpleasantly weird that he desperately needed it to stop.
It continued, but only for a minute or two, and then Malglia’s muscles did relax and release him. She fell forward onto him while he, released, sprang fully erect immediately.
It took her some time to recover while he wriggled in frustration, as much as he was able with her full weight on top of him. She pushed herself up slowly, looking from his hardness to his face.
Predictably, perhaps: “Dirty little pervert,” she said, and slapped his face. Then slapped his hardness, making him squirm.
“Right,” she continued, “Shall we put that little device back on you?”
“No…please... ” he gasped in real fear, “Please don’t”
“So... you don’t want that nice little protector stopping anything nasty being done to your poor little bits?”
Tony spluttered in confusion.
“I’ll take that as a no,” she said sharply. “As it happens I wasn’t going to put it on you yet. I want to have some fun first.”
She jumped from the bed and strode over towards the door, bending to pick up the bag she had dropped as she entered the room. She turned it upside down, dropping an assortment of gadgets onto the floor. She spread them out with one foot, turning them over, pondering. She muttered aloud to herself as she moved each item with her toes. “Clamp? Electrodes? Sandpaper? Probe? Scalpel? Grater? Tweezers? Whip? All, of course. But which first?”
She picked up something with one hand and examined it closely. “Yes,” she said with satisfaction, “That’s the one.”
She advanced slowly on the naked, restrained Prime Minister.
He screamed in fear as she attached the clips to each side of his scrotum, slowly forced the probe down deeply into his urethra, attached the wires to each and waited the capacitor to reach a full charge...
http://www.strictsusan.com/publish/novel.jpg (http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php?id=SusanS&pr=272&in=008)