It sped up again and she heard the click that meant it would press harder into her. When it plunged in, and the bump pressed on her, she gasped and could no longer keep her body from writhing. When her body twisted, her left side raised and the cord pulling on her nipple took up the slack. Even when she held her chest up, her nipple was pulled hard. Her vagina was flaming hot. The machine clicked again and sped up. It was driving deep in her with rapid thrusts.
She lost control. Her body twisted and spasms raced through her as a massive orgasm shook her. She’d arched her back when the orgasm shook her and now even though she remained with her back arched, the cords pulled hard on her nipples. With the sensitivity that followed an orgasm, her nipples screamed for relief. But her vagina screamed louder. The big dildo continued to pump into her. It wouldn’t let her orgasm stop. She shook with another spasm.
And still the dildo pounded her. Oh god, it sped up. How could it go any faster? In only a minute, another orgasm racked her body. She arched her back again and the cords tightened. They pulled on her nipples so hard that she dare not relax her back. With another orgasm, she wanted to curve her back, but the pull on her nipples was so intense it made the orgasm stronger, and she couldn’t help but thrash her body. The cords pulled her breasts up into cones and still the orgasm lifted her chest.
Exhausted, but forced to hold her chest up while the dildo continued to pump in her, she gasped for breath. She cursed whoever was torturing her. She screamed curses, but had to stop as her body twisted with another orgasm. She could not collect her mind. Every thought was interrupted by pleasure that had become pain or pain that was becoming pleasure. There was no break, no pause. She was in a state of pleasure, pain, and a continuous orgasm.
The machine stopped. The lights went out. The dildo withdrew. She heard movement in the dark. Hands slipped a cloth bag over her head and tightened it around her neck. The lights came on. Her head was in a black bag, but some light leaked from around her neck. She heard someone working at the machine. The dildo came back to her opening. It pressed forward and she realized that it was much bigger. She’d seen the last one. It was much larger than any man. She wouldn’t have believed that she could take it in her. But this one was bigger. The tip spread her vagina and lay at her opening. She heard a metal on metal sound at the machine and the monster pushed into her. He’d increased the distance of the thrusts. He was going to kill her by tearing her vagina. She’d bleed out in the middle of an orgasm.
The machine started moving. The monster pressed into her. Her vagina stretched. And stretched again. The monster pressed farther. It was painful, but she opened to it, trying to relax. It reached the end. She knew it would tear her if it kept going. It kept going. She felt a cramp and then her body opened and she took it all. She jumped when another vibrator lay on her clit. This one didn’t move with the dildo. It pressed hard on her clit and hummed rapidly. The monster pulled back. It slowly thrust in and out. Each time she felt her body open as it drove deep. The machine clicked and the dildo inched deeper. It clicked on each of the next three cycles and each time it went deeper. And each time her body opened farther. After the fourth click, it pressed hard into her, and when it reached the deepest point, her body opened farther and she shook with an orgasm that came from that deep place where the monster was tearing her apart.
While she was still shaking with the orgasm, the monster sped up dramatically. It would not let her orgasm end. The pain from her nipples was so extreme that she couldn’t feel anything else until the monster started a new inward thrust. The feeling of the stretching and her insides cowering before the strength of the monster was so intense that all other feelings were pushed away. The monster sped up. There was no let up between strokes. She was always stretched, always wanting to curl up as the monster pressed deeper, always teetering between pleasure and pain, between exhaustion and another orgasm.
She tried to keep her chest steady as her body shook with the spasms of an another orgasm. As if on a signal, the monster sped up to a yet higher rate. The orgasm refused to end. It kept her body shaking, she screamed, but the monster made her orgasm stronger. She no longer had any control over her body; the monster in her vagina had taken control and the monster would not turn her loose. She lost track of time. Unable to handle the intense waves shaking her body, her mind withdrew. As if seeing herself from one of the cameras, she watched the monster make her body spasm with every one of its thrusts.
When the monster stopped moving, Laura fell into darkness.
It was cold. The clips on her nipples were gone. The monster no longer stretched her vagina. She was lying on grass. The smell of grass was so strong, it must have been recently mowed. She opened her eyes and studied the puffy clouds that drifted high above her. She was in the middle a large lawn surrounded by trees. An asphalt path ran along the edge of the trees about twenty feet away. Far away down the slight slope, she saw a flag on a pole in the middle of a greener patch.
She was lying naked on the fairway of a golf course. The sun had just risen. In a few minutes, early morning golfers would be riding their carts along the path looking for the balls they had just hit from the tee. She searched her surroundings. Whoever had tortured her last night hadn’t left any of her clothes. She’d have to walk to the club house and have someone call for a pickup.
As she walked along the path heading for what looked like the club house, a few early golfers looked surprised by the naked woman walking as calmly as she could. Her body felt light. She thought that she should feel exhausted after what must have been hours of continual, intense stimulation. Instead she felt well rested as if some burden had been lifted from her shoulders. The video of her torture was probably already on the web. Some of her associates and friends occasionally visited porn sites. She wondered how long it would be before someone would mention the video. Soon, she could expect some looks from people that told her they had seen the video.
Walking into the golf club and asking to have someone call would be embarrassing. Having the world watch her body wracked by orgasm after orgasm would be demeaning. Their plan was to embarrass her and intimidate her.
Laura’s friend George would be able to assemble a device that could overcome the air pressure switch. They might have their guard down for a week or two, thinking that she wouldn’t be back. If George had what she needed, she’d try again tomorrow night.