It has been almost a year since Tim, my boyfriend, introduced me to his machines. Since then, I have spent much of my time in the basement, strapped down, enjoying the unique combination of pain and pleasure only they can deliver.
Unknown strangers remotely control these machines. At first, we allowed them free access to the app that determines what these machines do to me. A few months back, we began charging a subscription fee. Sadists around the world now pay for the privilege of tormenting and titillating me.
I usually require a few days to fully recover from the welts and bruises inflicted during a session. While not performing, Tim and I use the revenues from our customers to build new machines. Last year, we made enough to construct a steel platform for me.
This platform looks like a static cross, but uses bearings and motors to act like a gyroscope, rotating a full 360 degrees, horizontally and vertically. When I am secured to it, the assembly can angle me to face any direction.
Within seconds, I can be facing up, down, sideways, or anywhere in between. Of course, the most difficult position to endure is inverted because upside down sends blood rushing to my head. Fortunately, that angle is also the most arousing.
The lower Y section of the platform can be remotely separated, which pulls my legs so far apart that I feel like a wishbone about ready to snap. This lets the fucking machines get deeper inside my ass and pussy.
Our most significant upgrade came when we attached all the machines to the platform. It took a minor engineering miracle to secure the fucking machines. However, with all machines aboard, they stay with me for the whole ride, delivering uninterrupted punishment and pleasure, no matter how fast the platform rotates.
After each session, I have angry welts crisscrossing most of my pale freckled skin. A sobbing mess of ecstasy, I stand there naked, green eyes wide, red hair mated with sweat, and face smeared with makeup. I rejoice in the pure thrill of having been the plaything for so many dark-hearted strangers. At that moment, I am fulfilled beyond my dreams.
At just five foot and ninty-five pounds, I can take an amazing amount of abuse, pain, and forced pleasure. In fact, when not bolted to that platform, I constantly crave it. So much so, that I haven't written anything in months, choosing instead to spend my time either riding the platform or upgrading it.
The revenues from the machine app have allowed Tim and I to construct a host of new devices. The latest is a high-pressure water pump for my clitoris. It can rapidly increase intensity from a soft orgasmic spray to a high-pressure pain-inducing stream.
In addition, we replaced the old whipping machine, with a series of drill motors. Row of these devices can simultaneously whip my breasts, tummy, pussy, thighs, calves, and soles. The drill motors operate at much higher speeds, causing the lashes to land rapidly and painfully. Fortunately, Tim coded safeguards into the hardware drivers, preventing customers from using excessive speeds to lacerate me.
We also came up with a variety of different whips for these devices, ranging from thin plastic tubes to wide leather belts. The thinness, hence, most painful whips were reserved for my tender breasts and pussy.
My tits are small but pert. When they're not too sore, I wear a 30b size bra. Over time, they have become a highly desirable target for our customers. In fact, I recently had my nipples pierced so that Tim could attach alligator clips to them. This lets the customers thoroughly shock my breasts, in much the same way as my pussy and ass can be jolted using electrified metal dildos.
The platform and all the machines attached to it can be easily manipulated from any smartphone running our app. As our customer base grew, we added even more bells and whistles. Indeed, today, we just finished installing a plastic tube through the metal ass dildo. It allows users to inject me with an assortment of stinging and painful liquids, while I am taking it up the ass from a pumper machine.
I was anxious to try out this new sensation. As the sun went down, I showered and sang. Tim was in the bathroom, combing his hair.
"You're in a good mood," he remarked.
"I'm looking forward to seeing how our customers like the latest upgrade," I said.
"I mixed up the enema recipes you suggested, and coded the options into the controls. I think lemon and ginger will provide the most discomfort for you," he said.
"Oh, you are such a romantic," I said, excitedly giggling like a virgin on her wedding night.
Tim went downstairs, while I finished showering and dried off. It took longer than usual to apply my makeup, as I wanted to look my best. I used extra dark eyeliner and thick red lipstick. This look usually drove men crazy. I was hoping for something special tonight. Once I was satisfied with my face and hair, I literally bounced down the stairs to the basement.
The sight of that gleaming sliver metal platform never failed to take my breath away, and make me wet. As I walked over to it, my naked pale body lit up under the bright floodlights. I looked down at my black six-inch heels, they were sparkling. I could barely contain my excitement. Show time!
The platform was in the start position, which allowed me to back up to it, so Tim could strap me in. As I heard the buckles snap shut, I felt my ankles, calves, thighs, waist, shoulders, neck, and head tighten firmly against the cold metal. I shivered with anticipation.
By the time he was done, I couldn't move an inch. He locked the machines into place over me, and gave him a wink. Then, he placed headphones over my ears, a microphone near my mouth, and fastened VR goggles over my eyes, making sure they were tight enough to stay on during the entire ride.
I waited alone in the darkness, as he positioned the webcams to ensure every part of me was visible from multiple angles. As I heard the platform motors hummed into life, I took a deep breath. The platform quickly swung up, and I exhaled, heavily.
I was flat on my back, and facing the ceiling. My headphone crackled, and instantly a cacophony of male voices flooded in my ears. Some asked me how I was doing, others shouted profanities and described how I was going to suffer, and still others yelled compliments about my beautiful. This chorus of male testosterone deeply aroused me.
It was impossible to know who was speaking to me. I tried to focus on what was being said, but my attention was torn away by jerking of the platform. It spun around at a high rate of speed, until I was close to throwing up. Then, it brusquely flipped me over, so that I was facing down toward the floor. My entire weight was supported by just the straps, which bit deeply into me.
The motion of the platform and the actions of the machines were not being manipulated by anyone person. They were an amalgamation of the choices made by all our customers. If the majority indicated that I should move in a certain way or get whipped in a specific spot, then the platform and machines would carry out the will of the majority. It was the purest form of democracy.
I had to focus on my breathing. The straps were cutting into my midsection and lower waist, making it difficult to catch my breath. The volume of voices grew, as my breathing became increasingly labored. My lips parts, and I softly moaned into the microphone.
Vibrations from a powerful motor shock me, as the sections holding my legs slowly moved apart, forcing them wider and wider. By the time the motion ceased, my inner thigh muscles screamed from being stretched so far apart. A cool breeze against my pussy and ass signaled that I was now fully exposed.
I shuddered, as spray hit my clit. It felt delightful. I moaned, loudly. The goggles showed imagines of men's stiffening penises. I watched them being stroked, and licked my lips with desire.
The stream from the water pump quickly jumped to its highest setting, causing me to instantly orgasm. I attempted to reposition myself, but was completely immobilized by the straps. I had no choice but to take what was being dished out, and endure this massive over stimulation of my sensitive clit.
My fingers clinched into fists, as visions of cocks danced before my eyes. My orgasm turned from ecstasy to agony. Escaping from under the goggles, a tear ran down my left cheek. I screamed, loudly. My entire body shook in time with the intensive waves emanating from my clit. Cheers and whistles erupted from the headphones, indicating the audience's appreciation of my reaction.
The platform rotated again. The orgasm continued unabated, as I was repositioned upside down, with my head pointed at the floor, and my feet toward the ceiling. My legs were still pinned far apart.
In this inverted vertical position, my shoulders had to support most of the weight. Blood rushed to my head, and the high-pressure stream hitting my clit became increasingly hard to tolerate.
As I hung upside down, legs spread uncomfortably wide, words of encouragement rang in my ears, urging me to keep coming. My mouth wide and nostrils flaring, I gulped air, and watched the cocks float by, now fully erect.
When the spraying finally ceased, I groaned a sigh of relief. I had only seconds to enjoy the cessation, when a cold metallic object pressed against my moist labia. Without hesitation, it plunged deep inside my vagina. Fortunately, I had worked in plenty of lube ahead of time, so it went in easily.
My back arched within the constraints of the bonds, and I moaned. A roar of approval rang in my ears, as the fucking machine began to pump me. At first, it went slowly, but soon the strokes picked up in both speed and depth.
I strained against the straps, without success. I was helpless, without any hope of resistance, so I just gave myself over to the sensations. Each thrust tore a moan from my parted lips. My body flushed, and turned red.
As the fucking machine's momentum increased, I went rigid. From experience, I knew what would come next. Sure enough, a powerful jolt of electricity from the metal dildo into my pussy made me scream in agony. My legs and torso tensed and relaxed in time with the shocks.
Tiny vibrations and a loud whining indicated that the whipping machines were powering up. The lashes began connecting with my waist, thighs, calves, and feet. The ones whipping my soles hurt the most. A loud mournful wale escaped my clinched teeth.
The mixture of pain and pleasure short-circuited my nervous system. My head snapped back against the platform, and my stomach tightened. I was close yet another orgasm, when the second metal dildo press against my tight anus. I smiled from ear-to-ear, excited by the prospect of anal penetration, as this always brought me the most profound orgasms.
Suddenly, the male voices vanished. The abrupt loss of sound startled me. This had never happened before. I parted my lips to speak, but was stunned into silence, as my goggles also went dark. I was now both deaf and dumb. I gasped, as all the machines went quiet too.
Had we lost power? Where was Tim? I had no way of knowing. Trapped and completely immobilized on the platform, a stab of panic went through me like a knife.
Just as I was about to shout for help, a soft feminine voice sliced through my sensory deprivation, saying, "The boys have had enough fun, my turn."
My mind raced, as the platform rotated 180 degrees, leaving me upright, but with my legs still pinned apart. This was a much more comfortable position. Without all the blood whooshing to my head, I could think clearer.
"I have been watching you for some time, and know that you enjoy anal stimulation, along with a stiff measure of pain," the woman said.
Before I could reply, the anal probe slipped into my rectum, making me gasp with delight. As it began to pump me, I inhaled, deeply. Without warning, a series of painful shocks made my breasts dance. The studs embedded in them seemed to be on fire.
