President Slave Girl: The Homouth -- Book 1 of the President Slave Girl series by Pat Powers Page A

Psychologically, well, that's a different
matter. We're hoping to make a few changes there, and that's gonna
leave some deep scars. Surgeons leave scars, too, you know.
Sometimes you have to leave a scar to heal."
    Eileen was comforted to know she was not
about to be maimed, but not all that comforted. It wasn't just the
instruments that frightened her. It was the way these women moved.
They began putting electrodes on her, after dotting her skin with
ointment where the electrodes would go. They moved with practiced
skill and grace, like an operating team working over a patient.
There was a certain calm familiarity in the way they put their
hands on her body, as if it were already familiar territory to
them.
    They stroked her skin sometime as they put
the monitors on, but it was a very possessive touch they had, as if
they were claiming her body as their territory.
    "EKG monitor,"" Laurel explained. "We don't
want your heart to give out or anything like that while we play.
And you'll be glad to know that Holly here is a licensed paramedic,
so if you do have any sort of cardiac problem, we can get you taken
care of."
    This frightened Eileen more. They were going
to be doing things that might make her heart give out.
    Without really thinking about it, Eileen
began struggling against her bonds. She knew it was hopeless, but
she was frightened at such a deep level that her body was
struggling without any conscious intervention on her part.
    Knowing glances among the women.
    "You don't really want to be here, do you,
Eileen?" asked Laurel. "Well, Rosie got to feeling the same way
about her prison cell after awhile, but you know, they never did
let her go. She had to go to some drastic measures to manage her
escape."
    "You can call us the Sisters of Mercy," said
Laurel. "We'll be taking you to the point where you know that you
just can't go on, and beyond."
    Eileen was now officially terrified. Her
nakedness, her helplessness, and the calm implacability of the
women who surrounded her was too much. She began to make terrified
noises that her homouth converted into pathetic bleats.
    "Let's start with a little breath control,
that always gets the attention," said Laurel. She pinched Eileen's
nostrils shut with one hand and put her other hand over her
homouth, shutting off her breath completely. Eileen twisted her
head this way and that, but bound as she was she couldn't get her
shoulders into it at all, and Laurel kept her hands in place with
practiced skill.
    Eileen kept waiting for Laurel to remove her
hands from her face, but she didn't. Her twisting stopped being
just a matter of her head, with her whole body now writhing to get
free of the life-threatening hands on her face, but the chains and
the iron ring held her in place easily, and Laurel's hands stayed
in place easily, and Eileen's heart seemed on the point of bursting
and god she had to breathe, had to breathe, had to ... everything
went black and ...
    She was awake again. Her face was wet.
Someone had poured cold water on it. She looked up and saw her
frightened face reflected in Laurel's mirrored shades.
    "Well, now we now what your limits are, we
can skate right up to them and dance away," said Laurel. She put
her hands over Eileen's face again.
    Once again Eileen was being smothered and
helpless to prevent it. It couldn't be happening again, it was too
horrible! But it was. She struggled and writhed anew, but with no
better result. Then, just as the blackness was descending to give
her welcome respite, Laurel removed her hands and Eileen was able
to sluck in one glorious breath through her homouth, and then
Eileen's hands were back and she was smothering and god, she was
DYING, this crazy woman was going to kill her! She had to breathe!
Breathe! Breathe!
    At the same time, another set of hands began
to expertly manipulate her vagina. She felt fingers gently stroking
her libia, probing her clit, and finally entering her vagina and
probing her in a way that roused her in