Desperate girls do desperate things to pay the rent, but I'd never in my wildest dreams pictured myself strapped facedown to a wooden table as a ferocious machine pounded my pussy so hard, deep, and fast that I could barely catch my breath.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I tried to scream through the gag. My eyes were locked onto yours as you watched and stroked yourself to the sounds of my helpless, muffled cries and frantic squeals of unwanted pleasure. Every inch of me was on fire from struggling, the tight bindings digging into my wrists, elbows, ankles and thighs fusing me in place and making it impossible for me to move more than an inch in any direction.

The machine's relentless pace never abated, and before I knew it, it had me teetering on the edge of orgasm yet again!

I sobbed harshly, biting down hard on the rubber ball wedged between my jaws as my eyes rolled. I couldn't--couldn't--not again, please, not again, it was too much too soon, oh my goddddd---

A gush of hot juices splashed down my shivering thighs, squirting out over and over each time the dildo rammed in. I wailed like a banshee, thrashing so hard that I thought I'd dislocate a limb. The machine slammed deep into my convulsing depths--once--twice--thrice--

And then, it suddenly stopped.

The relief that washed through me was so overwhelming that I nearly passed out right then and there. My eyes closed in utter exhaustion, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make them open again.

I could only listen as your footsteps came towards me, could only flinch as your fingers touched my hair, slid down my spine, and stroked my quivering pussy.

A confused, shocked whimper spilled out of me as the machine--the "Beast"--was pulled back, sliding out of my pussy so slowly that I could feel every ridge of its thick-veined shaft scraping against my abused, tender walls.

When it was finally free, there was a 'click' and suddenly the bindings released! I gasped in relief. I didn't care that I still couldn't open my eyes. I needed to GO, to MOVE, to--

Suddenly your hands grabbed my shoulders and flipped me on my back. The bindings whipped around my limps, lashing me to the table again. Only this time new ones looped across my hips, tummy, and above and below my breasts. My arms were pinned by my sides, my knees were spread wide apart, and my ankles were tied to the legs of the table.

My panicked breaths raced even faster as the part of the table supporting my head fell away.

My eyes shot open just in time to see you kneeling, and I moaned in protest and terror as your hands reached for my face. To my surprise, they started gathering my long locks into a pony tail. Then a rope was fastened around its base and pulled taut until my throat was stretched to the breaking point, the back of my neck flush with the cold edge of the table.

I could do nothing but whimper, hot tears running into my hair as you undid the gag and pried the ball from between my teeth.

I was totally helpless as you unbuckled your pants just inches away from my face.

I couldn't even scream as I heard the machine come back to life and felt the dildo pushing its way into my throbbing pussy yet again because right as it did, your cock plunged down my throat, and all I could do was gag, take it, and pray that I found better ways to pay my rent in the future...

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Hope you enjoyed that little starter! Seeking someone who loves tormenting girls and thinks that a scene like this is just the TIP of the iceberg.

Would love to incorporate as much of the following into our story as possible:

• Pussy and clit torment

• Forced orgasms

• Suction cups and clamps

• Machines

• Vibes

• Cattle prods / Electric wands

• Scare tactics / threats / coercion

Not interested in:

Latex bondage, Hypnotism, Scat / Watersports, Blood play, Necrophilia, Bestiality (despite the title lol)

Looking for a long-term partner who writes well and A LOT. I match the energy I'm offered. :)