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He led me to the separate wing leaving Mistress in the lounge. He pushed me roughly into my cell before saying "Strip."
I did, and he then ordered me on my back on the bed. Once laying down, he strapped my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, then two straps, one round my chest and the other round my hips, before disappearing and returning with a contraption that I did not recognise.
This he bolted to the bottom of the bed. It had a long arm that was pointed between my legs, and to this he attached a large dildo, fat and long, which he manoeuvred to the entrance of my pussy, well his pussy now I guess. He then went to a control panel, and having plugged it in, he pressed a few buttons, I could not see what, and it sprung into action, pushing itself into my pussy, about six inches before withdrawing and than back in again.
I had seen pictures of this, a fucking machine but this was the first time I had experienced one.
He smiled at me "I have set this up so you will have a very restless night, it will fuck you for 20 minutes in each hour until I come in the morning to turn it off." He looked at his watch, "That means approx three hours of being fucked by this machine, that will make your cunt very sore by the morning as there is only yourself and your thoughts to lubricate it."
"Enjoy."
And with that he walked out slamming the door behind him, which turned out the lights. It was very dark except for a couple of small lights on the control panel. I laid there as the machine invaded me unable to move more than a couple of inches, I tried to lift my hips but the machine just followed me, intent on fucking me silly, and as I was already excited it was not long before I had my first orgasm. When the machine stopped after the first twenty minutes it remained inside me, keeping me open and full.
I was not surprised my body betrayed me, here I was, an 'on trial' sex slave, being fucked by a machine on and off for the next 10 hours, and it was only Friday night of my first visit here.
I could only imagine what else they had in mind for me. I dropped into a fitful sleep only to be woken by the machine and its incessant motion in and out of me, I was just an object to it, an object to be fucked, after all that's what it was made for to give pleasure, and it dawned on my that Master had made me into a whore already, accepting as I was that I could be made to orgasm by a machine, what would I do for a real cock.
By the third hour I was so tired I had no more thoughts of sex but the machine still forced its way into me, I was dry now and it was hurting as it pushed in, I did get wet a bit as it probed me.
By the sixth hour I was regretting agreeing to this trial, it was relentless, and I was now in pain, I knew that in the morning I would be so sore I would walk with my legs apart and hopefully no knickers.
In between I slept fitfully, not really sleeping, more dozing waiting for the machine to start up again, wondering if I could take this life as a slave, then realising that my pain was what I wanted, it was the isolation and inability to tell anyone how I was feeling that was getting to me, and I suspected that Master had that in mind when he restrained me, they wanted to prove to me how helpless I now was and how much power they had over me, and that I had no rights to complain.
By the tenth hour I was broken, I would do anything to get away from this machine, my pussy felt swollen and so very sore, in fact I was not sure I ever wanted a cock near it again, that's how I was feeling, when the door opened and there stood Master. My pride stopped me begging to be released, stupid girl that I was.
He stood just inside the door and smiled at me, I was sure he understood how I was feeling, and while he looked the machine started up yet again. I struggled without any joy, and it entered me again and again, I was crying by now, my face must have been a mess, but he just stood there for the twenty minutes while it pounded my pussy.