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She awoke with a dull pain at the base of her skull and her world covered in a fog so thick that it was like her mind was being smothered in a wet wool blanket. Her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. Her jaw hurt and as her body re-awakened, she was vaguely aware that she was kneeling on something, but her arms were bound behind her back and her legs were tied together above her knees, forcing her to kneel. She tried to move and she realized two more things immediately: she was naked, and the something she was kneeling over had a protrusion that had been forced inside her.

She tried to scream, but she found something soft but unyielding between her teeth, something she thought to be her thirst-swollen tongue. It tasted like rubber and it was connected to something that she could now feel strapped tightly around her face. Her eyes were covered as well, though what ever it was had the feeling of silk against her skin; the soft, almost fluid texture combined with the growing horror of the situation almost made her puke, except that it would have had no where to go.

She also realized that the room was cold, and the straps binding her in place felt like leather with cold metal buckles against her skin. A soft, almost serenely gentle breeze blew across her body lightly. On any other day it would have been pleasant, today it just made her stomach twist with panic.

"Do you know why you're here?" asked a voice. It was filtered through a computer, changed to be deeper and slower than normal speech, completely masking the speaker's identity. It also seemed to be emanating from everywhere in the room, it's bass penetrating her to the core, making her painfully aware of the violation she was receiving.

"Nnnnnn," she moaned against the ball gag. Hearing her own voice, powerless, weak, and muffled, she broke. She started sobbing deeply and she managed to shake her head. Her posture went slack and the intruder inside her gave away that it was rubber and extremely flexible, though it felt like there was internal structure, almost like a real cock buried in her. She had never been so defeated in all her life as the waterfall cascaded down her face.

"You're here, Mary O'Connell, because you are a cancer in society. You are here to receive a choice, Mary," the voice boomed at her again. The volume felt like it was growing quieter, but the bass intensified, filling her body and resonating in her bones. She couldn't help but think that this was what it was like to hear the voice of God, it being so powerful and she so powerless against it. All she could do is sob as the voice paused before continuing.

"You, Mary O'Connell, have committed adultery three times, coveting other women's husbands, stealing them, and breaking up marriages while maintaining your own in a shell of lies and secrecy. You might feel a weight around your neck. That's your wedding ring, Mary. Hung so you can feel it as your choice is carried out."

Mary's sobbing turned to total submission. Everything that the voice had said so far was true. She was a home wrecker, and she did it for sport; taking the rich husbands of her co-workers, fucking them rotten, leaving little clues for their wives to find and then going home to cook supper for her husband and two daughters. She cried, "I'm sorry," over and over again, her babbling muted by the ball secured between her teeth.

"You can either choose to release your sins through punishment tonight, Mary, or your family will be humiliated in the most unthinkable ways. Right now they are being held safely, waiting to see what you do. The choice is yours, Mary. Redemption through punishment or exposing your lies and travesties."

"You mother fuckers!" Mary screamed into her ball gag. It reached her ears in a muffled rage, her eyes burning with hate as they were tightly closed and still flowing with tears.

"Anger is taken as a sign of non-compliance, Mary. Do you accept your fate?" the voice said smoothly. Mary's shoulders fell back, her back slumping forward, feeling that thing inside her again as she moved. To her horror she found that her core was heating up and she could start to feel her clit becoming aroused. The tight straps keeping her in place were also starting to wear her down, both mentally and physically. She felt herself nodding.

"Then let it begin. After tonight, you will be released to the safety of your family. The police will find no evidence that will trace you to us, and they will tell you with great remorse that you will probably never see this night's actions come to trial. You are lost, Mary O'Connell, and there is nothing you, your family, or the police will be able to do about it except to learn your lesson."

Mary felt the device under her hum to life; the feeling would have been pleasurable in other circumstances. The invader started moving in her, like a finger swirling around and around, making wide movements at its end, and barely moving as it rotated in her entrance. Her clit started to feel the same hum, and she couldn't help but moan at the sudden shock of the stimulation. Against her every will, thought, and fiber of her being, she felt her pussy heat up and moisten at the movements of the machine she was sitting on.

"Mary, you no doubt feel that working inside you. It is called a sybian, and this is a very special sybian. Most of these machines have a remote control. This one's remote control is hooked up through the internet. You are on camera, and the world is watching."

Mary's sobbing resumed, even as the machine changed its pace. The fake cock started humming and vibrating as it rotated in her, stimulating her in ways she didn't think possible. The speed on the bump under her clit also increased, and she was revolted by the fact that her body was behaving like it was. She felt her pussy juice up and she also discovered that through her utter need to dissociate herself from the situation, she could not; her lust simply wouldn't let her. The horror of this all being broadcast on the internet made it even worse. Her skin was crawling so bad that she wanted to die, but she could not tell if the goose bumps she was getting was because of her revulsion of the act, the act itself, or the cold temperature of the room.

"People are paying to run the machine's controls Mary. People who know what a cheating whore you are."

The machine rapidly changed pace, switching into rapid speed, with the rod inside her swirling her pussy so hard it almost hurt, but every time it hit her g-spot, she arched her back a little further, rocking back, until her well groomed crimson pussy was in full view and her hands were resting on the back of the saddle. The machine slowed down to nothing after a few seconds of the torture and it slowly oscillated in her, the rotating motion stopping and turning into a barely perceptible fucking motion, dipping just below her most sensitive spots, only to rise slowly against them.

"Do you feel how your body's responding? Do you feel your wedding ring on your chest? You are starting to look like the adulterous whore you are."

The machine sped up into over-drive again, surpassing the speed it was going before, and the vibration taking on a new height. She felt her body betray her, loving the sensations she was receiving as the machine raped her, controlled by complete strangers on the internet. Those filthy fucks were actually getting off on watching her get raped; on raping her themselves.

"We have special friends for you tonight, Mary," the voice said again. The sound of the Voice was replaced by the sobbing cries of her children. Mary slumped down again, the machine slowing to everything but a slowly building and receding vibration deep in her walls. As her kids screamed for her to help, she felt her pussy squeeze out some of her hot cum onto the machine below her. She realized with further contempt that her ass was soaked with her juice. Mary's weeping continued as the speakers cut out in the middle of her children's sobbing pleas for help. She tried to pull herself together when she felt the sting of a whip on her abdomen. The sharp pain rocked her forward and the machine started fucking her at full tilt again.

"The person holding the whip is one of the many lives you have destroyed," the Voice said, the whip cracking across her right ass cheek sharply, punctuating the sentence. "Your actions caused the dissolution of 3 marriages, and the displacement of 11 children. In turn, other relatives were affected deeply," the Voice continued, a sharp sting landing across the small of Mary's back. She rocked back, the motion intensifying the feeling of the sybian fucking her hard and fast. She could feel the invader start to rotate again, swirling her pussy in ways she didn't think possible.

Mary felt another cracking snap land just above her pubic hair. The pain was unbelievable, but it was washed away by the unremitting fucking she was getting. Another whip crack landed in almost the same spot, followed by another, and another. Mary lost count after a dozen strokes more, all the while, the internet controlled fuck machine was taking her to new heights of pleasure and letting her feel new lows of pain as the whip sliced into her tender skin. She could feel welts and small cuts forming after each sting, and she knew her inner thighs, chest, back, ass, and stomach were criss-crossed with the thin red lines.

"Please, I beg you, please stop this!" Mary screamed against her gag. She wanted desperately to see what was happening, but at the same time, she was glad she was blind. She wanted to scream out against the treatment, but the begging turned into muffled syllables that weren't even recognizable as language. She was being treated like a bitch in heat, and finally, her mind let her have some solace from the torture as it dis-associated itself from the situation.

******

Mary came to some time later. She could feel the ball gag had been taken out, the corners of her mouth and her teeth hurting in their freedom. Her mouth had gone dry and she found her throat had as well; either from lack of water or from screaming during or ordeal, she was not sure. She was still sitting on the sybian, and it was still lodged up her cunt, but it was sticky with her drying cum. She felt her dried juice on her thighs as well, and all along the inside of her ass cheeks. It felt like someone had thrown a bucket of glue on her crotch and it slowly soaked into her skin as it splattered. She could also for the first time feel something else sticky on her chest, her wedding ring catching on it as she moved.

The room sounded different; she could hear noises from outside, noises that sounded like children playing, noises that sounded almost like a carnival was going on. She was still tied and she was still blindfolded, so Mary screamed, hoping that someone would hear her. After a short time, she was vindicated as she heard a pounding on the outside of what must have been a steel bin she was in. The sound of a metal door swinging open caught her ears and she started weeping again, but this time they were tears of happiness.

The next 5 hours were a blur of doctor's examinations, statements for police, and crying at remembering the enjoyment she had felt during the ordeal. She was finally released with her family, who had been notified immediately when Mary was found, two days after she had disappeared after work. Her name, phone number, and address had been written on her chest in grease pen, and her husband started receiving calls the second the broadcast was made.

"What did you say?" Mary asked quietly, not completely hearing what the officer in charge had said about precautions.

"I said you'll have to be careful, Mary," the officer said, her voice very clear, kind, and patient. "You need to not be alone, especially on the way home from work, and that includes parking lots, or even just going to the mall." Mary nodded compliance, the simple act of doing so brought back memories of the last few days in a flash. She remembered fucking her bosses' son, and leaving, trying to figure out how to get home and showered with her husband not becoming suspicious.

"Yes, Officer Allten," Mary said compliantly. Even her meek answer to the statement made her feel subjugated.

"I've been on the case since your disappearance was reported, and I've personally made sure that your family would be protected," Allten continued patiently.

"But the voices I heard, those were my kids' voices, I'd know them..." Mary said, tears welling up in her eyes as her fogged brain tried to sort things out. It seemed like the harder she tried, the more confused everything got.

"A recording. I assure you."

Mary only nodded her response, still not convinced.

"Now, Mary. We're putting everything we can on this case. There's almost no evidence pointing to anyone in this case. We are deeply remorseful that what happened to you will probably never go to trial. Now, we've put you up at a more secure location than your house, and you can stay there for a couple of days with your daughters. We have a couple officers stationed in the house, and your husband said he wanted to stay as well," Officer Allten said steadily. She escorted Mary to a squad car and helped her in.

"Your husband was the one with the whip, bitch," Officer Allten said as the squad car pulled away. She walked inside the house, maintaining the veneer of professionalism before walking upstairs to the O'Connell's bedroom.

Mary didn't hear the officer's last words, but on the trip around the block, she saw the tiny blonde standing in her bedroom for a split second, right before she shut the light off.

Mary's world broke, and she cried until she passed out.