"No...no...."

I tried to beg but my voice was muffled and uninteligible behind the gag. Never had I seen such a device so closely and I was terrified, knowing what was in store for me.

Another scream erupted from the depths of my soul as you shoved the dildo into me. Again, it came out as barely a muffle. The dildo was large, and pulled my tender lips, causing more pain as it went in.

Scream after scream bubbled up in my throat, never quite making it into the room as you stood there and smiled, watching me be fucked mercilessly by the machine. With every thrust, it hit my g-spot causing the pleasure to creep into my brain, over-riding the pain, at least temporarily. My screams turned to whimpers and moans of excitement as the machine fucked me to a higher state of arousal. The steady sound of the hydraulics hypnotizing me as it pumped me in time.

Slowly, I began to pull against my bonds as I fought to circle and thrust my hips, trying to fuck the machine back. My moans grew louder as my body reacted and my arousal built. Frustration crept in as I was slowly and methodically penetrated by the dildo. Again I tried to thrust towards it, urging the faster pounding I craved. I was panting heavily behind the gag, and whimpering with near exhaustion when my orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere to rip through me. I tried to scream out my release but it was only heard inside my head as I had finally lost my voice. As my orgasm ebbed, I simply hung there in my binds, the sweet afterglow of orgasm washing over me, and relaxation fighting to get in.

Through that, the steady psshhht, psshhht of the machine continued. I cried freely as the relentless dildo continued its slaughter on my tender and over-sensitive hole.

Soon enough I could felt the fire building within me again.

* * * * * *

It went on for what seemed like hours. I had lost track of how many orgasms I had as each one had blended into the other.

Gone was the pain that had caused me so much uncomfort to begin with, I had long since gone numb. Gone was the arousal that inevitably accompanied the maddening thrusts. Gone was the ferocious yearning that driven me to mentally urge the machine on. “Oh God yes, it feels so good, fuck me harder….” I chanted it like a mantra in my head as the abusive dildo raped me continuously. Gone was the feeling of utter defeat as I lost the strength to fight it or even cry any longer. Gone was my will. Gone….

Laying there, defeated, I let the same hypnotic thrusting of the rods lull me into a state of blackness…and then finally, blissfully I heard nothing more…I felt nothing more…as my body shut down and I succumbed to the void of pure mental and emotional exhaustion. I passed out.