As if the machine sees my horrified realization, the forward motion of the cup brushes slows to a glacial pace. The center bristles are already rasping painfully across my muscular butt, frying my gluteal prizes as though I have been plopped in a fry pan. This pain though, is less important to my primal sex than the whipping, buzzing, pulling stimulation of my pussy lips caused by the bristles dragging through my cunt hairs. My body wants this, wants it all, and right now, and my mind is a spectator as my butt lifts and presses back into the burning hell of the slashing bristles. My cunt is warming and I feel my insides shift as the pain becomes desirable. My labia begin to swell, and as they do, the bristles thrash their way through more and more of my cunt hair. I know I'm getting wet from this, and my conscious mind reels in shock as my primal sex tells me it wants it all. Without control of myself, I feel my spine pushing back and I thrust my butt as far back as it can go, and the bristles blaze across the engorged folds of my pussy lips in a final fiery searing non-stopping blast of pain.

As I realize I'm getting aroused by this unbelievable pain, my body and my mind come together in a wondrous, unreal, rolling wave of orgasmic release, and I thrust my hips back with each wave of the powerful blast that is overtaking me. As I ride the waves of overwhelming release down the other side, the machine slowly backs the whirling brushes away from me, letting me come down on my own pace. My breath comes deep and slow, and suddenly I realize that beneath the soap scum I'm covered with body sweat.

As the system once again becomes silent, I realize that I've just been mastered by this machine. It has played me like a fiddle, diddled me until it got to me, and made me come like a raging whore. I wonder if I'm its first conquest?

As if in answer, the arms holding me bent forward begin to silently retract, and I have my answer. This machine is built to overcome any woman, and it's not done with me yet. It pulls me fully upright again, and stretches me out once again, and the pillion pad disappears silently into the floor. This time, the hatch that opens is in the floor behind me, and I feel another vinyl pad pressing into the small of my back to hold me firmly in place. It gently shoves my tummy forward, just an inch. Another hatch opens, this one in front of me and just below the video screen. This one presents a new contraption, four smaller brushes arranged in a circle on a plate. They reach out towards my tummy, and my ripples clench as they realize it's their turn now. Resigned to my fate, I close my eyes as the brushes make their searing contact with my tummy, and I ride out the now-familiar waves of burning pain they cause as they make their way across my tortured stomach. For once, it seems like only moments before the pain disappears, and I open my eyes to see the whirling scrub brushes retreating into the wall.

Suddenly, extra bolsters whip out from around the ends of the pad behind me, and they grasp my waist with awesome force. I wonder what's coming that's going to be so horrible that it has to hold me, and I have my answer when a small single brush begins to extend itself from the wall before me. I realize in horror that it's headed directly towards my belly button, and I try to squirm my way out of the machine's grasp, but I can't. My eyes are riveted to the tiny whirling brush as it moves unerringly towards its target. Instead of just spinning, this brush spins back and forth, and a moan escapes me as it reaches its target after what seems like an eternity. Again I am taken by the machine, and I almost swoon as it digs out every bit of my bellybutton lint, causing spasms of sparks that drive directly into my brain. I thought I had already suffered pain overload, but this mechanical dominance is overwhelming my self-control. Finally, it's over, and my eyes stay riveted on my tiny tormentor as it disappears into the blankness of the wall. My chest heaves as I am allowed a moment's rest, and the sweat pours down me.

All too soon my respite is over, and a pair of doors open from above the tv monitor. Instead of brushes, there is some kind of peculiar gadget on each arm, with a clear hose extending back from each one into the wall. With a start I realize that they are heading for my nipples, and my body begins to quake as I imagine what's next. I'm proud of my breasts. They're not the biggest but they're firm and round and my nipples are always reaching for the sky. My waist is still held immobile by the grasping pillion behind me, but I can move my torso enough to jiggle my tips out of the path of the reaching gadgets. The gadgets stab forwards a couple of times unsuccessfully as I jiggle my boobs and keep them bouncing. They retreat a few inches and the machine pauses. As it does, I examine the gadgets in horrified fascination. Each one is a deep little cup of clear acrylic like a tulip, and the vinyl hose exits its rear end. Guessing that the machine is going to suck my nips into them with a vacuum, I twist my head to look into the end of the cups. Each one is lined with little ridges with sharp corners on the rear end. I see that they aren't hooked or barbed, and my mind breathes a silent sigh of relief, but it's obvious they aren't going to be pleasant. The cups are a full three inches deep, and there's no way I can imagine what that much stretching is going to do to my precious boobies.

The machine tries again, launching its evil grippers towards me in a surprise attack, but once again I am able to get my breasts bouncing enough to thwart them. Again the machine retreats, but it is obvious it isn't going to take 'no' for an answer. There's a deep rumble from the floor behind me, and for the first time a picture begins to appear in the monitor. I gasp as it clears to show a live picture of a huge, wrist-thick black dildo rising out of the floor with my helpless asshole as its target. The surface is covered with brutal bumps and ridges and knobs, and I shudder helplessly as I wonder if I've provoked the machine to tear me apart with this monstrous thing.

To my immense relief, it stops, just high enough to spread my cheeks a bit with its enormous girth, driving the point home. I stare in horrified fascination at the screen as I feel this threat, and my quivering rosebud is clearly visible between my spread cheeks just above the fearsome shaft.

With an effort of will, I still my heaving chest, and I do my best to keep my thumping heart from causing my boobs to bounce. Sensing my surrender, the left nipple cup advances unerringly towards my nipple as I watch it close in. It seats itself carefully like a docking space shuttle, and there's a sudden whoof! of sucking air and my nipple is captured by the grasping fingers. It's not painful, it's like Bill is pinching my nipple between his fingers in our loveplay. The other cup moves in, and the capture is repeated. As I stare at my trapped nipples, there is a low whine from behind me as the monster dildo is returned to its lair and the monitor goes dark once again.

Realizing that I've avoided at least the one kind of mutilation, I stare helplessly at my captive treasures. I don't have long to wait, because the machine begins to assert its claim on my boobies by pulling firmly on my nips. It's very forceful, and I feel my tender nipples being sucked further and further into the cups with each pull. My lips push out into a gasping ohhh! as the stimulation of the sucking pulls my tender points deeper and deeper, and the internal ridges grasp me eagerly with each pump of the vacuum. My eyes open wide as I see my darkening nips stretching deeper and deeper into the cups, and I feel my nerves complaining but my fascination with the strange process is starting to arouse me again. My breath comes faster as the machine remorselessly completes its programmed cycle. As It does so, I get a further shocking surprise. As my nips reach the ends of the cups, already stretched over two and a half inches, they cover a tiny little hole, only a quarter of an inch in diameter. The machine gives a final brutal suck on the vacuum lines, and the very tips of my screaming nipples are trapped in a tiny little chamber at the end of the cup.

"Ahhh.oh. hgh!" I whine, but there is nothing I can do about it. Once again, I've been brutally taken by the machine, and there's nothing I can do about it. And now, it's going to abuse me some more. More hatches open in the front panel, and a whole bunch of the dreaded bristle brushes appear as the arms that have captured my nipples begin to pull back from my chest. With horror, I realize that my precious breasts are about to be flayed by coarse bristles the way the rest of me has been, but all I can do is twitch helplessly as my glorious breasts are stretched out further and further and the brushes move in to torment me once again. I can't help but scream helplessly, over and over, as the brushes scrub me unmercifully, and they don't stop until they've scraped every inch of my tender flesh in all directions.

Finally, this, too, is over, and I am left sobbing in relief as the brushes retract and the vacuum pressure is reversed to eject my nipples forcefully from the cups. My body is screaming in waves of agony as I am left hanging in the straps. I wonder what more there is to do except scrub my head right off my neck, but it appears that is not the machine's plan.

There is a sharp thunk, and I see a thin cable passing between my legs from the front wall to the back. It draws taut, and a wider port opens in the front wall around it. The cable begins to pull towards the back wall, and suddenly I see that the thin cable is pulling a huge, braided hemp rope across the room beneath me. It has to be more than two inches think, with layer over layer of coarse hemp fiber making up its girth. As it passes slowly beneath me, I have a horrible suspicion of what it in store for me next, and I stare helplessly at the rope's excess fibers that escape its careful manufacture.

When the massive rope is finally drawn taut beneath me, a claw descends from the ceiling and I hear another one taking possession of the rope behind me. These claws grasp the ends of the rope tightly and lift it up higher and higher until it rests between my trembling thighs. The machine begins to toy with me, relishing my helplessness, as it begins to jerk the horrid thing back and forth, sawing it deeper and deeper into my helpless cunt and the crack of my ass. Knowing I'm totally in its power, I plead desperately for my life as it plays with my pain, and it's none too soon that I finally pass out, escaping into oblivion.

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