Barely, when...

The speed lowers back to its basic setting, and while it’s still a lot you can at least focus enough to join another round. You hope you can handle it, but as soon as the game starts it’s pushed up again to maximum. You are nearly knocked over, whimper in and moaning so much you drop your controller. You don’t know what’s happening, in the game or in the chat, all you can do is survive the machines brutal ****.

“NoOoOoOo PpPlEaAsSe.... I, I can’t, I can’t...” you try to say, trying to beg for mercy but unable to even formulate the words. The attack builds an overwhelming pleasure with it, to the point you are simply making beastly high pitch noises as the inevitable finally comes.

You cum, hard, your body jolting and twitching through the ****. You know the front of your skirt and your bed is likely covered in a puddle, but you can’t think, you can simply survive. Eventually, they lower the **** to the point you can pull yourself off the machine, falling limp on your bed as it continues behind you. After a minute of catching your breath, you look up to the chat, most gloating, some checking to see if you are alive.

“That... oh my god. That was... a lot. I don’t know, I don’t know if I can do that again. But, I guess I lost. I, I have to go, I’ll post the results later. Goodnight.”

You weakly turn off the stream, not caring to read the chat or do anything but fall asleep and recover. With that, you pass out.

When you come to, it hits you what you’ve done. You are embarrassed, turned on, and just plain humiliated. You go to strip, and realize the cage is still locked. Wondering how long it’s been and how much you’ve raised, you check to see how much time is left on the device.