“Uh... hi?”

Looking into the camera, you stammer out a hello and a short apology before John puts the gag back in your mouth and flips a switch behind your back. At once you feel a dildo penetrate your pussy from the hole in the saddle-like thing you’re strapped to. It moves in and out of you at a steady pace, keeping you on edge. You cry out at the sudden intrusion but it’s muffled by the gag.

Uncle John stays staring at you for a few minutes as your cries turn into moans and you have your first orgasm of the day. Seemingly satisfied, he mouths the words “see you in an hour” and walks away from the tree line where you’re being filmed back up the hill to the mansion.

The sweat starts to bead on your skin as the sun peaks above the trees. Moans of pleasure turn into sobs as you begin to orgasm uncontrollably despite your sore pussy. At least yesterday you had breaks where you were left alone. This on the other hand was ruthless and mechanical. Tears mix with the sweat streaming down your face, and spasms wrack your body every time you cum, which is beginning to be every other minute.

You are so tired you can barely keep your eyes open, and despite the constant stimulation you are on the verge of falling into a delirious sleep when the machine abruptly stops. Raising your head to look at the camera, you see John returned and turning off the recording. With him is Emma who is standing next to him with an empty wheelchair.

“Good job!” He says “not many people last that long. We’ll give you some time to recover before your next assignment.”

You’re untied and lifted into the wheelchair. Back inside the house you’re brought to a “nurses office” type area where you’re laid on a bed with an ice pack between your legs. The nurse, a beautiful nude woman who looks to be around 50 years old helps you rest for a bit and comforts you as needed.

The woman, who’s name you learn is Agnes, also takes your measurements and questions you about your sexual history, making notes on her clipboard. She tells you that you’d usually be what she calls “lounge staff” were it not for an order from your uncle designating you as “on indefinite discipline”.

By lunch time you’re feeling much better, and a message arrives letting you know where you’ll be stationed for the rest of the day.