Ciara took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She strode through the lines of machines, each with a sweating, gasping punter on them, deep in their personal worlds of pain.
Soon, she knew, she'd be sweating and gasping too. But for different reasons.
It felt strange to make her way down the corridor on her own, but she knew where to go. She arrived at the door to the room of fuck machines, and tried the handle. Surprisingly, it was open, and she sidled inside.
There was no-one there, and she suddenly wondered if other people used it. Did Danny bring other women here? As she looked around, she imagined dozens of women on each of the machines, being penetrated by the dildos and cocks, all thumping and whirring away.
Oh god.
She didn't know what to do while she waited. She paced around a few times, then on a whim she undressed, folding her clothes into a neat pile. She stood awkwardly by the machine that Danny had used last time, when he had let her suck his cock.
The door opened and she was relieved to see Danny step into the room. He locked the door again behind him, and still he didn't smile.
"I'm glad to see you're taking it more seriously," he said.
"Danny, I'm sorry," she said. She never apologised to anyone! What had this man, half her age, done to her?
He acknowledged her contrition with a nod of his head, and said, "We're not using that machine today. We're moving on a little."
Oh good. I think.
He indicated a new machine in front of a mirror. This one was a leather bench again, but rounded rather than flat, more like the vaulting horse in a gymnastics arena. There were round metal shackles on each of the four legs, at floor height, and a sinister looking machine at the lower end of the machine. She couldn't see the cock.
Her heart was racing already as she stepped over to the new bench.
"Face down," he instructed.
She straddled it slowly and lowered herself onto the machine. Her breasts were pressed to each side of the wide leather bench, and her clit rubbed on the soft material. Already she felt exposed, and feeling exposed seemed to turn her on.
She knew exactly what the shackles were going to do.
She moved her head as she settled down, and her chin fell into a scoop cut out of the front of the bench. Her reflection in the mirror was strange: Her face, her arms, the swell of her breasts behind her arms as they were pushed out, and then the round globe of her ass up in the air.
And Danny, standing slightly behind her, and watching her as she studied her own reflection. Now he was finally smiling.
He walked around and clipped the shackles closed around her wrists and ankles. Neither of them spoke. Then he went to the back of the bench again, and she kept her eyes fixed on him as he began to touch her pussy.
First he used his fingers to spread her cunt lips wide. "You took a massive cock in here last week," he murmured, his head so close to her as he bent down that she could feel his breath over her dampening slit.
She wasn't sure what to say, so she stayed quiet as he began to stroke his fingers up and down her lips, dipping into her pussy every now and then. She felt herself loosen. She flexed her muscles against the shackles; it was strange to be restrained. She wanted to move, to take part, to be active not passive.
But she couldn't, and suddenly, like a piece of elastic snapping, she relaxed and accepted the situation.
Danny must have sensed the change in her, because he suddenly and ferociously plunged all his fingers into her pussy. She wasn't wet enough to take his whole hand, not comfortably, and she screamed and bucked against the bench as he wrenched his hand back out. She readied herself for another onslaught but instead he stepped right over her so he was standing, one leg each side of her. She saw him in the mirror, towering above her, still fully clothed. He leaned forward, eyes locked on hers in the reflection, and put a hand on each swollen breast, and tugged on her nipples – hard.
The jolt of pain from each tit mingled with the pain in her pussy, and she moaned as she felt herself get curiously wetter. The pain was a throb – the throb was a pleasure – it started to merge into one, and when he tugged and rubbed her again, she moaned for more.
Then he stepped away from her, and she was left, with her cunt pulsing and her tits needing attention. She writhed against the bench, trying to rub her clit, and as she did so, she felt his heavy hand on her ass. He squeezed one ripe buttock and she responded by pushing her ass upwards.
She tried to watch him in the mirror but she couldn't see clearly as his hand was hidden by her own flesh.
But she felt it, with a shock, as his thumb pressed into her asshole.
"No!" she gasped. "Oh my god – I've never…"
Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell open as he ignored her protest and pressed down into her pucker. All sorts of thoughts rushed through her mind. Was she clean? Would it hurt? What if she farted? Oh god oh god oh god…her earlier relaxation vanished instantly.
Then she felt his thumb retreat, and his fingers started to dip in and out of her pussy again. The relief was short lived as she realised he was spreading her juices up and around her asshole, lubricating her tight hole to allow better penetration.
The feeling of his fingers on her cunt made her wetter, and the wetness felt good as he glided up and down. Then he was pressing his thumb into her hole again, and this time it popped right in with a startling ease. He moved his thumb around and it felt strange, but deliciously full.
Danny took his thumb out and she could see him adjust the machine behind her, but she couldn't see the cock on the end of the piston arm.
Oh god no…how big…not the cock I took in my cunt last time…not in my ass!
She wriggled forwards but it was futile to try and escape. This was her punishment, and she was going to have to submit to it. She was going to be assraped by a machine and there was nothing she could do about it.
The machine began to thrum and her buttocks clenched in anticipation. Danny stroked her ass cheeks, pulling them apart with a gentle squeeze, as he whispered, "relax, just relax, go with it."
Ciara tried to breathe steadily as she felt a rubber cock start to butt against her. At first it taunted her pussy and this helped her to relax. She even started to press backwards, urging the dildo into her cunt, needing to be filled. But then Danny started to move the machine up slightly and she felt it start to play at the entrance to her ass.
It surged in, and out, and in, and out, each time on its slow stroke getting further in, and to her amazement she felt her ass widen to accommodate its steady and relentless entry.
She could see the pumping piston in the mirror but not the cock. It felt absolutely huge as it forced its way into her ass and she gasped as she managed to take more and more of it. As it strained in and out, she started to moan with each thrust. It moved slowly, almost too slowly, and she found that she wanted – she needed – each plunge to go deeper, harder, further.
And then it was buried deep inside and Danny adjusted something on the machine so that it stayed inside, vibrating and filling her completely. The vibrations built up and she screamed and writhed, demanding an orgasm, demanding release, demanding something. It was so near and yet so far.
Ciara didn't think she could come this way. Her ass was filled with the buzzing, throbbing cock but her clit and her pussy and her tits were empty and wanting. She writhed on the bench, trying desperately to find release.
Danny moved around to the front on the bench, and unclipped her wrists. "I want to see you play with those awesome tits," he murmured and she duly obliged, hands grabbing her breasts and squeezing.
"Ahh!" she shouted. The machine was starting to pulse harder, jabbing in and then withdrawing slightly, then jabbing in again, and she started to move her ass to match its rhythm. Danny, standing by her head, started to move in rhythm too and she realised her had dropped his pants and was stroking his own cock.
His knuckles moved up and down his shaft, right by her face. S
he could smell him. God she wanted that prick buried deep inside her. The thought sent her wild with desire and she shoved herself back, hard, onto the machine and tugged her nipples between her fingers, wriggled and pushing and moaning for orgasm.
Danny's hand moved faster and faster and she heard him start to groan. "I want to see you cum," he urged. "Fuck that machine, fuck it."
The machine was still increasing in speed and she could hardly catch her breath as it hammered into her ass. Suddenly with a groan Danny's hot spunk splattered all over her face and it tipped her over the edge into a long, screaming orgasm as her ass clenched around the pounding cock and she grabbed her tits till they hurt.
"FUUUCK!!!" she hollered as the machine continued to ram into her and she continued to orgasm. She could feel her own juices running down her leg and she squeezed her eyes shut, riding the massive piston for all it was worth.
"Fuck!" she blurted, again, and a final wave carried her forwards on the bench so that the cock shlepped free of her bruised and abused ass, and she fell into a slump, head hanging down.
Danny crouched down, and stroked her hair away from her face. "Hey beautiful, how was that?"
A strange urge to cry came over her. She fought it down. "That was…unexpected."
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Just…emotional, I don't know why. I want to thank you…god knows what for!" She tried to laugh but the tears were almost ready to spill.
"Hey," Danny said gently. "It's okay. It's normal. It's the relief and the release."
Clearly she wasn't the first to be in this position. The thought calmed her and she blinked back the tears. "Yeah," she grunted.
Danny rocked back on his heels. "Come on, let's get you into the shower and get cleaned up. God, you looked fine, being speared by that machine. I should film it one day and play it back to you."
She stumbled to her wobbly feet, clutching his arm. Was he joking? She wasn't sure if the thought turned her on or not.
He didn't mention any more about it. Instead he walked her to the shower room and let her relax under the hot steam.
* * * *
Ciara sat very slowly and carefully down into her large leather chair. Corporate success had its perks: a decent office chair was one of them. And by god she needed something soft to sit on this afternoon.
Her tight little asshole was still throbbing with the after effects of the lunchtime pounding. She still couldn't quite believe she'd just taken a machine-pumping cock up there. It made the previous week's adventure seem quite tame.
And according to Danny, she wasn't yet halfway through her induction. He'd asked her to be at the gym on Wednesday at noon, and she couldn't wait. Though she hoped her ass had recovered by then.
* * * *
Frank had seemed quiet since the row at the weekend, and Ciara just ignored it. She found she got on well with Mobeen, who was docile and biddable, just like her employees in the office. Ciara was happy to be bossing someone around and Mobeen just smiled, head slightly bowed, peeping out from under her curtain of black hair. Frank always found an excuse to be somewhere else when Mobeen was present.
Ciara wondered about that.
But mostly she wondered about what Wednesday would bring.
* * * *
Wednesday lunchtime rolled around and Ciara was early at the gym, dressed in her best slim black suit that parted to expose her breasts, pushed up in her most tempting bra. Danny greeted her with a much more cheerful wave than Monday – clearly her punishment was over. She thrilled inside. Even his punishments were fun. She couldn't wait to find out what today's stage of the induction would be. And not yet halfway? She felt both her pussy and ass twitch in expectation as they walked down the corridor to the room of fuck machines.
As Danny seemed approachable, she ventured to ask something that had been bugging her. "Does this room get used a lot?"
He unlocked the door and they slipped inside. "Yes," he stated simply. "It does."
She wanted to ask more but there was a flat finality to his voice which silenced her.
He turned to her and took her hands in his, and pulled her close. For a moment she thought he might kiss her, and she half-closed her eyes in anticipation. But instead he said, "You are beautiful and I want to see you naked, and I'm going to see you fucked, and I'm going to see your pussy run with juice, and you're going to scream again and again as you cum."
He spoke in such a low, gentle voice that it hardly matched his words, and her spine tingled. "Oh."
"Now. Undress."
He let go and stepped back, and she took a deep breath. Steady now. I will get him. I will make him mine, but for the moment, I'll play his game. Ciara undressed as slowly as she dared, and she was pleased to see he was glancing up to watch in the wall mirrors as he fiddled with a new machine.
Once she was naked, he stopped what he was doing to openly admire her. She responded by thrusting her breasts up and curving her spine to display her ass, and he grinned at her blatant exhibitionism. "Come here," he laughed, patting a narrow chair that was angled back like a recliner. It had armrests, a headrest, and two stirrups with leather straps dangling from them.
She settled back into the chair, finding it surprisingly comfortable, her legs falling naturally open into the stirrups. Danny tightened the cold leather straps around her legs and she quivered as his warm fingers brushed her skin.
There were five straps around each leg, from ankle to knee, and the pressure was oddly reassuring. Danny stood to the side of her, gazing down with a smile. "Look at you," he said quietly. "What a body. Look at your slit, quivering. You're getting wet already, aren't you?"
Just the fact of him saying it seemed to make it true and she felt her pussy dampen. She looked down to the machine between her feet. What was she facing this time?
Oh god.
There were two rubber cocks there, one above the other. The top one was longer and wider than the bottom one, but both were substantial and she tensed as Danny clicked a switch and the monster dildos began their slow progress towards her exposed holes.
Just the pulse of the machine was turning her on. She was already imagining how it would feel to have both cocks filling her. But her attention was torn away from the approaching dicks as suddenly Danny was standing by her head, stroking his lengthening prick in his hand.
"Swallow me, beautiful," he said and as Ciara opened her mouth to agree, he pushed his cock deep between her lips.
She almost chocked but she pulled back a little and got her breath, then set to work on his shaft, running her tongue up and down, probing the head, and licking along the veins. He tasted clean and warm and she hungered for it in her pussy.
But now the machine cocks were butting in their slow, exorable rhythm towards her holes. One prick was already sliding in and out of her entrance, and the other was pressing into her puckered ass every few seconds. She reached down with one hand and spread her juices down to her hole. Just the act of touching herself made her more wet and she raised her hips to be able to plunge her fingers into herself, around the rubber cock, and her ass.
On and on they came, surging back and forth, and she urged her hips to meet the thrusting machine. Danny kept his cock moving in and out of her mouth and she lost all ability to hold a train of thought. There was nothing else in the universe but her three holes being penetrated and filled.
Now the machine was speeding up as the cocks were burying themselves deep inside with each thrust. She felt unbelievably full with two cocks in her holes. When they were fully in, they pressed on her internally in ways she'd never thought possible. She thought she might burst, and it would be in a glorious shower of orgasm.
Now they were hammering in and all she could feel were the two pricks battering her belly. Though her pussy and ass skin was stretched painfully tight around the cocks, it almost wasn't enough; she wanted more. Impossibly more.
She gobbled at Danny's prick, spreading her legs as wide as she could, straining against the
leather straps as the machine cocks pounded at full speed into her throbbing, aching cunt. Yet she still wanted more. In desperation she grabbed her breasts and this was the boost she needed.
She couldn't scream out loud because Danny's cock was filling her mouth and working furiously towards his orgasm. The feeling of his shaft as it engorged stimulated her and she hammered down with her ass onto the plunging cocks, twisting her own nipples and feeling the waves of orgasm consume her from within, radiating outwards as she screamed deep within her throat, gurgling up around Danny's spurting cock as he shot his load. His hand worked furiously up and down as she sucked hard on his cockhead, and the machine battered into her pulsating pussy.
"Aaarghh FUCK!" she shouted as Danny withdrew his prick and her orgasm peaked. She pummelled her breasts with violence as the cocks in her pussy and ass pounded and she clamped down tight around them, riding them as she bucked and screamed.
"FUCK…YES!"
And slowly, gradually, the machine eased off and she realised she'd cum harder than she ever had before. The cocks slipped out of her sopping cunt and dilated asshole, and she closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. She felt swollen, reddened and enormous. And very, very tired. She felt Danny's hand on her shoulder and she smiled up at him without opening her eyes.
"You okay?" he asked.
She nodded. He squeezed her shoulder. "I'll give you a moment," he said. "You did well."
"Did I pass?"
"Pass?"
"The induction."
"We're halfway through now," he said. "You're doing just fine so far. Relax a few minutes."
She put her hand over his and rubbed it. "Thank you."
* * * *
Ciara drove home slowly. She wanted to savour the memories, playing them over in her head, storing them. After she'd showered, Danny had told her to be there on Sunday morning, without fail. He'd mentioned how she'd seemed to enjoy touching her breasts, and that was going to be in the next stage of the induction. She couldn't wait. She knew there'd be another row with Frank. But she no longer cared.
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