2002-07-27 - 12:48 p.m.
Another fantasy. Since I was quite young I've had ideas about being strapped into some kind of ravishing-machine... add a little watersports and gangbanging, and voila! Enjoy.
She wakes in the contraption with no memory of how she got here. Slowly she lifts her heavy head, her silky blond hair falling away from her drowsy face. Her blue eyes are at half mast.
She is.... in a strange position. Hanging. Constricted. Exposed! Head swaying, she tries to see the room she's in. Blank walls. Tiny windows far, far above.
She is hanging right-side-up from some kind of metal frame with her legs spread wide, bent at the knee and bound there too, and at the ankle -- straps around her inner thighs, straps around her small breasts, making them stand out in round little bulging miniature melons. It is a little cold, so her pink nipples are quite stiff. Her arms are pinioned behind her, arching her back. Her wrists and ankles are bound together. Her knees are pulled apart from either side -- she can't see how. But she is utterly helpless. Hanging like this, with her pussy split open wide, slick and hairless... Her heart pounds. She is frightened. And she has to pee so bad, like always when she wakes up.
She hangs there panting and tries not to think about it. The pressure in her bladder is terrible. Time passes. Tears fill her eyes.
She has to pee. She has to pee so bad that thinking about releasing that hot stream moistens her vagina with longing. It would feel so good. But she can't just do it here... on the floor...! but... as the hours tick by and no one comes... She has to!
The position is unnatural. Her bladder cannot quite believe she means it, as she has been clenching against it so hard for so long now. Let go now, here? She bites her lip and sobs, trying to relax.
Crying out loud in shame and pleasure, she spasms as the jet of urine leaps out of her, releasing in a torrent, a hard stream propelled by aching pressure.
She cannot see it, but underneath her is a drain for just this purpose. The pee pours from her for a long time and flows away down the drain. At last only a few drops trickle and cling, shining, to her pink inner lips. She sags, panting and shivering.
The sound of droplets striking liquid far below is very loud. 'bloop!' After a few seconds, the machine comes to life, frightening her with its anonymous noises.
Hydraulics hiss behind steel plates. Various mechanical noises. She hangs there, eyes wide, heart suddenly pounding. "Hello?" Her voice quivers.
Then a nozzle, glistening with sterile grease, begins to probe her anus. "No!" she cries, trying to clench those unmentionable muscles against intrusion, but the machine is inexorable. The nozzle is attached to a flexible arm, controlled by... who? or what? (She doesn't know. She can't even... quite remember her name... has she been drugged?)
The slender nozzle enters her asshole despite her protests, and stops just inside. Whirs and clicks. A chamber expands and fills with soapy fluid -- she can see that all right. Then that chamber starts to contract, and she cries out as warm fluid starts to fill her. Once all the fluid has been inserted into her rectum, the nozzle pulls back a little and then swells slightly, changing shape so that it plugs her asshole up, preventing inadvertent release of the fluid.
"Noo," she cries, shaking and trying to twist. She is so full inside... a different feeling from having to pee before... a dirtier feeling. She is so full, and she has to... to...! Her face is flushed scarlet. She shakes her head back and forth in useless protest. The machine spins down to hum quietly.
And time passes again.
"Please," she moans from time to time, hanging and suffering.
Nothing. She waits and sobs and twists fretfully. Her little pink clit sticks out, hard and distended. Her belly is slightly rounded. Her vulva is moist, and not just with urine. Biting her lip, she tries to endure. Her pale lashes are dewy with tears.
After an indeterminate time, she actually dozes slightly like this, a little delirious... she cannot release the fluid even if she wanted to.
Once she has dozed off, the machine, alerted to the fact through sensors on her restraints, begins to slowly change the shape of the nozzle plugging her anus, becoming more slender and backing out, "sneaking" out of her body so that she wakes suddenly a few minutes later, realizing that only her own self-control is now holding that liquid inside her asshole.
"Noo," she sobs again. She can't do that. She can't! Not -- not hanging over a drain!
She tries to hold out. Sweat stands out on her brow. The machine hums alertly and clicks at intervals, making her flinch each time. She hangs there over the drain, which has already been her toilet once already. It is humiliating. She CAN'T... She bites her lips against the cramps in her belly, but she stubbornly holds out this time. It's too dirty! Not when someone *must* be watching her...
More hums and beeps, then the probe, clean and greased once more and somewhat bigger now, begins to push into her vagina. Even if it had not been lubricated it would not have met with any resistance. Her thighs shake and she screams, "Nooo!" It is not in pain at the penetration, but the threat to her precarious hold on her muscle control as the cool phallic object slides in. She spasms, gasping, tries to hold in the dirty soapy water.
The probe begins to undulate sinuously, stroking in and out of her hole in a lazy rhythm. Her moans and cries echo in the big room. Her legs are shaking, and the cramps come in waves, and the probe is pleasuring her as she cries out in distress.
"Noo... no...! please... don't...!" Her voice is weak and no one hears her. The machine obeys only its program of sweet torment. A short arm extends, and from its end unfolds a short, flexible nub. It expertly plies her distended clitoris, multiplying the terrible pleasure.... she screams as it gyrates, diddling her sensitive button in tiny circles, just atop the delicate pink hood... the phallus probe plunging into her saturated pussy.
Screaming, she spasms as the pleasure consumes her, jerking in the resraints -- and then her asshole lets go at last, and a torrent of soapy dirty fluid courses down the drain underneath her as she sobs.
The machine hisses and goes silent, the probe pulling back into its unknown depths, leaving her open and wet and clean, but feeling so dirty. There is a lingering feeling of wetness inside her anus -- a lubricating residue from the cleansing enema.
Deep breaths. She sobs softly from time to time, as minutes pass. The machine seems satisfied. It leaves her to hang there... burning with shame and lust.
Then a door opens behind her. Her pulse races again as she hears footsteps... multiple pairs. She cannot tell how many. Bright lights come up and blind her sensitive eyes.
A deep voice says,
"Excellent. This one's ready now. She's brand new, gentlemen. Not a virgin, but young and still tight. Lovely coloring, no? Clean and shiny and nicely warmed up."
The footsteps move around her, shadowy figures brilliantly backlit. SHe is suspended high enough that her spread pussy is near their eye level. She cannot see them clearly.
"Let me go," she cries, voice quavering. She is ignored.
Rough hands reach out and touch her. Pinching her nipples. Sliding over her skin where the straps leave it bare. She twists, mewing in helpless distress.
"Smooth, isn't she?"
"Worth the price. Definitely."
A thick finger probes her dripping vagina, sinking in and wriggling like a trapped snake against her inner walls. She shrieks. They laugh.
"Wet. And tight."
"And ready for cum from the looks of her. God, that bare pink cunt. I could eat it for breakfast."
"Better have a nibble now before it gets all sticky."
She screams and curses and moans, but it is as though she were mute. Several mouths take turns on her exposed and helpless pink flesh, sucking and licking and nibbling and slurping at her private places. One of the mouths has a prickly beard. Another has no teeth. Tongues wriggle along her sensitive folds. "Nooo... don't..."
"Juicy. And sweet. Like a little peach. God, it's like her cunt is trying to milk my finger! She needs cum all right, boys. And we need to empty our balls. Well, have at her. Her owner charges by the hour."
The hook from which she dangles ratchets down on its chain, lowering her so that her spread, glistening nether portion is readily accessible to the men.
And it begins. The men take turns at her, thick meaty cocks of varying sizes and shapes shoving into her, pistoning like imitations of the machine... but doing what the machine cannot, pumping her full of pearly human cum.
As each spent cock pulls out of her, gobs of thick clotted cream drip from her cunt, spattering the drain. Then another cock is shoved quickly in, sawing rhythmically in and out of her dripping hole while she mews and cries, twisting in her bonds.
Her nipples are pinched. Her clit is covered by fingers in shifts, diddling and pinching, sometimes even slapping her overstimulated nub during the brief intervals when there is not a cock inside her.
Once they bring her to a shrieking, shuddering climax, another satisfied penis pulls out to uncork another torrent of cum from her gaping cunt.
As she is filled with the next cock in line, groaning, another man steps up impatiently behind her. "I'll be first up this if you guys are shy." A hot, swollen head presses against the tight pucker of her asshole. Then it pops in. She groans again, tears streaming, but no longer struggles.
"Good idea. More bang for your buck. She can milk twice as much cum."
"Yeah. No sense letting a tight hole go to waste."
Her vagina and her rectum are both filled with stiff, plunging rods, glistening with juices... cocks rubbing against each other through the muscular pink walls.
"Gods. This slut is grade A."
"Unh, here comes my load -- "
"Jeez dude, you're making me come too -- "
They clutch at her bound tits as they pulse and spurt two more hot loads deep in her holes. When they pull out 0ne at a time, their fresh offerings spatter the drain.
They never quite hurt her, but they use her thoroughly, wringing their balls dry. By the time they leave, out of money, she hangs limply in the harness, panting shallowly, soaked with sweat, cum dripping from her well-used anus and vagina.
After a minute or two, the machine comes to life, spray nozzles moving around and over and inside her like a human car wash. Cum and soapy water and urine spatter down the drain and away. A small jet of cool water aimed precisely at her swollen clit wrests one more wailing orgasm from her body, legs jerking, toes curling and uncurling.
Then, exhausted, she falls asleep, blond head hanging forward.
This is her first day. So she is given time to rest before her next shift.