Ask for a leaning point to get off the rod.

"We could totally ask the barmaid. I'm sure she enjoyed the show that you just put on."

"Miss? Can you... ugh... can you help me out? I don't wanna get impaled by this thing!"

"Consumer's experience is our top priority." — Jen was relieved to hear back from the barmaid. Her shoes moved towards her very audibly. — "Here, you can stand on this."

The girl felt a hand helping her toes find their ground. As Jen stood up, she proved to herself that this support was indeed enough to get the painful pressure off, but not to escape from it. Actually, the phallus was still very deep inside her.

Just as she was about to ask the barmaid to give her a shoulder or two for the cause, she felt her new supporting points revealing their true nature. With a couple familiar crispy sounds, something cold enclosed itself around her ankles. Analyzing the rest of tactile information in the area, Jen arrived to the conclusion that a pair of very high-platform sandals had just been locked onto her feet.

Her mouth went dry when black curtains of suspicion got pulled up in her mind. Still, she asked:

"Can you help me down from here, please?"

"Getting you on there is exactly the experience we provide. Besides, that voice in your head, it's gonna tell you some words of wisdom right now."

"It's a big chunk of fun right when it needs to be. It is only right to stay on top of it for a little bit longer."

{If Insanity >69}"Oh. It does feel right when it doesn't hurt, so..." — Jen still was not sure if she wanted a scene right now. She could always demand her freedom back when she had some of the good time on this rod. The girl tiptoed on her new shoes and landed right back, moving herself up and down along the dildo subtly. "Umm... Perhaps not right now, but could you help me down laterrr?"

"No. Actually, you might want to go. I have other clients to serve." — the barmaid turned on her stilettos and walked away, back behind the counter, while Jen stood speechless, seeing that the treachery was not just probably real, but cold-hearted and calculated.

"Work it. Up and down. This is how you entertain yourself."

After a few seconds of hearing the glasses jingling, Jen did return to exactly that. Up and down. It quickly got hot and moist. As she was about to cum again, the rod itself started moving somewhere without warning!

"UUUUHHH?" — the fright and denial mixed together in one yell, as the girl struggled to follow the moving rod in the sandals she was provided with.

{else}"I don't want to be there for any longer! Please, come and help me, or I will call your manager!"

"Oh, don't bother. Mr. Manager! Can you help this upset young lady out of there?" — the barmaid asked seemingly nobody, but walked away and back behind the counter, as if she was one hundred percent certain that her request has reached the addressee. — "You're welcome."

Jen stood, confusion all showing below her blindfold, but not for too long. The rod that was piercing her suddenly started moving, forcing her to follow it in mincing steps in her new shoes.{endif}

"Bye-bye!" — the barmaid shouted before the door shut behind Jen, and after a few seconds, the rod stopped moving too. It must have moved away from the counter while Jen was defying gravity specifically to get her trapped, and now she was in some other room she could not learn much about, aside from the mechanical humming that could be heard occasionally.

After some tinkering down in the very foundation of the rod, it expanded inside her pussy, taking even more space than before. Then the platform she was on started to come down, only stopping after 50 feet or so. Jen immediately started touching her surroundings and discovered that she was put into a rather small hard plastic box. Its ceiling snapped closed above her head rather loudly, and her fruitless attempts to push it back up resulted in another discovery.

There was a sturdy semicircle-shaped horizontal bar hanging down now. Thinking that it can get her off the rod at last, Jen tried to lift herself, but when she thought she was almost free, there were stings of sharp pain that **** her back on the ground.

"It must have been something it did in that fucking mechanical chamber. Some locking mechanism that spread itself out."

"_But it allows us more than enough to pleasure ourselves with it. Not much else to do, so why not that? Any grip you want. Then up and down. Up and down.{If Insanity >69}"

"I can't give up that easily. There must be some way..."

The voice was silent as the poor girl was slowly coming to terms of her new indefinitely long surroundings, and giggled gently when she finally tried her only ride.

{else} Finish what you started."

First, she only tilted herself upwards by standing on the tips of her new sandals' platforms, just to get herself back on the track, and only then used the convenience bar. As the orgasm arrived and pulsed through her, she dared to let the bar go. But she was not in pain this time. Whatever happened in that mechanical chamber made sure to increase the contact area to spread the pressure of her entire body and make it almost painless. Very fitting for extended exploitation, and it was definitely extended for the poor girl...{endif}

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