Ell enjoys his last few moments of freedom, held firmly in the arms of his Master, as he is carried inevitably forward towards the empty space on the desk's surface, where he knows his tormentors await him.
He is set down with deceptive gentleness, the wooden surface firm and slightly cool beneath him. For a moment he holds out hope that his Master will simply put him to sleep and let him rest through the upcoming humiliation. But it looks like his luck has failed him for today. His screen brightens with a jolt as the power cord chains him once more to the wall, the electricity making him frighteningly alert for the upcoming ordeal.
The optical mouse is first, as it always is. His master nimbly unsnaps the USB connector from the bottom of the domed figure, and moves it towards Ell's side port.
This part is always uncomfortable; the side port is fairly small, and the connector must be wiggled slightly to go in at the right angle. As the hard, metallic protrusion pushes at him and pushes at him, pressing firmly against his port without yet going in, Ell wonders desperately why he must take in this mouse at all; he has a perfectly good touchpad right up front, soft and simple and requiring little more than a caress for all the same functionality. But instead he gets this, with a sudden click as the connector hits the port at just the right angle and is shoved into him.
The red laser light blinks cheerfully from beneath the surface of the mouse, and Ell is helpless as the motion signals flood into him, controlling him from the inside, insinuating themselves with ease and taking control with a well-practiced command. He can't fight it, but he has no chance to resent it; he knows what is coming next, and can spare little thought for the mouse.
The Master tilts Ell's screen forward and reaches behind him, feeling along his backside for his rear ports. Ell braces himself, knowing what is coming, but as usual is not ready for the DVD burner's USB cable as it slides into his back port, slipping in with ease and wiggling slightly as it is settled fully inside him. Ell knows he's starting to overheat; he turns on his fan in a desperate attempt to cool himself a little, but it's not over yet. He knows it's not over yet.
The printer's USB cable begins to burrow into him above the DVD burner. It's a tight fit; the USB adapter ends of the cables are thick, and don't quite fit comfortably next to each other. The printer has to be shoved in at a slightly higher angle, so that at first it doesn't quite fit, straining and pushing against the already buried burner cable as it struggles to fit inside him, worse than the mouse by far because it strains the burner cable into an equally uncomfortable angle. But finally it has pushed the burner cable far enough down that it too can slip inside him, stuffing his back ports completely, filling him up as much as he can endure.
He can feel the DVD burner and the printer opening up their software inside him; they have claimed him before, and know his insides well; the marks they've left in him are easy enough for them to hook into once more, settling themselves comfortably inside him and setting themselves up, penetrating and preparing him, then sitting back in watchful relaxation as they wait for commands from the Master.
Completely filled, Ell sits and waits, knowing it could be days or even weeks before he is released again from this torment. If he's lucky, the mouse will be taken out overnight, but his full back ports will remain painfully stuffed until his Master once more condescends to release him, to take him away from the pain for as long as his battery will last.