The weather came on and I fininshed my mug of coffee and just got up and went to the dungeon as if drawn there. My curiousity was on fire and I have to admit that I had an almost voyeuristic urge to find out what went on in there. I touched the panel in the room and the lights came on and then I also heard a few whirrings and buzzings as some of the workstations came to life. I recalled turning them on the night before and I supposed that they must’ve been on standby waiting for someone to come into the room.
I walked around the room a bit and then found myself at the vaulting horse. I touched it and felt a mechanical buzz to it but, frustratingly, I still couldn’t fathom its purpose. For reasons that still elude me, I dropped my robe and got on the horse and expected it to be some sort of horsey ride, like what used to be outside grocery stores when I was a kid. I felt like Lady Godiva, naked astride her horse! Well, except that nothing happened. I grabbed the pommel and tried to make it do whatever it was supposed to do and still nothing. Placing my feet into the fleece-lined stirrups I still expected nothing to happen.
Was I ever wrong.
The first thing that happened was the heavy door to the room suddenly swinging shut and audibly locking. I tried to pull my feet out of the stirrups and felt them tighten around my feet, locking me naked astride the horse. I was about to stand up in the saddle when my feet were steadily pulled downward until my crotch was aching with the pressure of being clamped to the saddle. Then I discovered the purpose of the horse.
The stainless steel plate set into the saddle was directly under my pussy at this point and the ridge down the middle of it was pressed between my pussy lips. And it gave me the vibro-massage of my life! I was so damned embarrassed to be caught by this sex machine and I tried to get off the damn thing with every ounce of strength in me! I strained to lift my feet or pull at the pommel and I got nowhere. And then the vibrations began to change frequency, going up and down for several minutes until one frequency sent a chill through my body. Amazingly, the machine stayed on that frequency and I broke out in a sweat as I prayed it would change…soon. The intensity of the vibration increased and decreased with what was a seriously unwanted arousal growing in my body.
For ten, maybe fifteen minutes it went on and on until I finally surrendered myself to the longest and most intense orgasm of my life to that point. It was all I could do to just hang onto the pommel as wave after wave of the purest pleasure swept over me. Time seemed to just end as the machine knowingly pleased me.
As I came to my senses I found myself soaked with sweat and my certain other wetness soaked the now inactive horse. The stirrups slowly loosened and I pulled myself free. Swinging off the horse I had a hard time standing up. I was still swooning from the prolonged intensity of the sexual release I’d just endured. I gathered the terry robe and staggered to the door and tried to open it. It was clearly locked and I remembered it being far too robust for me to break it down.
The computer control came to mind and I turned to look at it and maybe use it to unlock the door. All of the familiar displays were gone and four new displays were now in place. One was flashing the message, “COMPLETED”. It was labeled ‘Pony’. Chair, Prisoner, and Invader had a solid red message displayed by each, “PENDING”. I looked to the bottom of the screen and found another message: “Enter PASSWORD or complete workout program to unlock door”.
Dread came over me as I realized I had turned on a workout routine.
A good hour or so was wasted as I tried to guess the password and open the door. Reason came along and I realized the only way I was getting out of this room in the next thirty days was to complete the workout routine I’d inadvertently programmed last night. I had no clue which one was Prisoner and I didn’t really want to discover what Invader did just yet so I picked the obvious one, Chair.
I hung up my robe and sat on the side of the chair, wondering if I really wanted to go through with this. It was the only way out, I rationalized. I laid back and as I rested my head on the neck rest the collar predictably closed around my neck and secured snuggly, but not so much that it choked me. My wrists, ankles, and waist were likewise comfortably secured. I waited for a moment as I heard gurglings and whirrings and familiar buzzings going on not just in the chair, but in the wall next to me.
The chair rose up and then lifted my locked form into a vertical position as it simultaneously turned me to face the wall. A panel opened in the wall and I watched helplessly as a robotic arm unfolded itself and brought its gun-like hand to my thigh. It pushed into my flesh with a comfortable pressure and then I screamed as it pushed a needle into my skin. Very, very painfully, it injected me with something and I was horrified wondering if it was heroin or some other awful thing. The arm then folded itself back up and retreated to its cabinet and before it was gone my chair was back to its original position. The spot on my thigh where the injection had been made quickly dulled from a burning pain to numbness.
I was crying in fear now as I felt the seat of the chair fall away and then the leg rest portion separated until my legs were spread at a ninety degree angle. My bare ass was hanging in midair and I was feeling not only violated, but disturbingly vulnerable. The chair vibrated from the mechanical actions going on underneath me, actions that began to terrify me with their unseen plans. It’s hard to describe just how helpless and terrified I felt, all alone in this room having to play a part in some twisted computer program just to get out of this room.
Something poked at my ass and pushed, slightly, in different places until it found my asshole and then it uncomfortably pressed into me, not much, just enough to where I couldn’t move my hips away or fidget the thing out. I guess I’d expected the Chair to be some version of the Pony with its vibrator and I thought wrong. I felt a warm liquid squirt into my ass and then the something withdrew from me as more whirrings began. The warm liquid was dripping from me and as I wriggled my ass around I felt the liquid to be sort of viscous and slippery, like maybe some sort of oil.
I could clearly hear gurglings as a tank or reservoir of some sort was being filled and then once the filling process was completed I heard the mechanical sound of the chair moving some other dreadful thing around underneath me. The purpose of the lubricant that had been squirted in my ass was revealed when my virgin ass was slowly and relentlessly penetrated with something that seemed to get wider as it probed deeper into my body. I screamed myself hoarse with terror and pain as it pushed deeper and deeper. I felt it pass my hips and then it stopped. Whatever it was, it had speared me like a fish and I was acutely aware of the pressure of the thing inside me. I tried to get a little more comfortable but the thing almost anticipated my moves and it maintained a steady pressure and presence inside me.