Machine 83

In front of Felicity was a two foot high extendable metal pole with a small foot and a half long stainless steel triangle. It was equilateral with thee inches per side, the corners rounded to an eighth of an inch and what looked like a painfully large stainless steel butt plug was welded at the center and bent at a slightly forward facing angle. At its base was a foot petal to jack up the center pole at the rear and in front was a rail with holes an inch apart going up half way and a vertical sliding three foot horizontal bar with snap links at the ends that was pinned near the bottom. A few feet in front there were also a couple electric winches bolted to the floor about six feet apart with cables connected to a leather cuff each.

On the ceiling is a long rail with a motor to attached. Connected to the devise is a long hanging arm with a wide and thick double wheel attached with many slots around the wheels for the whip and paddles.

“Alright, get on.” The man said with a bored voice. When she hesitated he spoke again in a firmer tone. “Hurry up unless you want me to add some time to your punishment. Make sure your ass is firmly in place. I’ve seen girls slam down in torment while trying to cheat their punishment.”

That spurred her to move to the triangle horse, if not quickly even though she didn’t know how much time she would spend here. Once over the pole, she lowered herself and pushed and maneuvered her anus around the large plug, struggling to get it inside since he didn’t offer her any lube.

“Nnnhhh. Uunnnhhhh!”

She ultimately pushed a little too hard and slammed her crack around the metal wedge. Leaning little forward, Felicity found she couldn’t sit straight as the large plug was pushing her upper body.

The man came behind her and started pumping the petal, thereby raising her an inch at a time causing her to painfully bounce as more of her weight was settled around the cold metal triangle. Once her legs were straight with her feet on the ground, he crouched down and attached her cuffed ankles to the ends of the lower bar, then started pumping again.

Felicity felt her taint dig in to the metal as her feet left the ground, yet the man continued to pump until they were a foot high. He crouched down again, this time slotting a pin into sliding bar that was being previously raised. Again he pumped, this time until her legs were stretched and the wedge was painfully lodged between her.

“Uunnhh.”

He then attached both of the with cuffs to her wrists, then started tapping some buttons on the little tablet. Both winches started simultaneously and started pulling her down and forward until she as almost horizontal before they automatically stopped. Felicity’s head hung down, her arms taught, reaching down outward in front with her I cup sized watermelons hanging down and bulging out enticingly below. Her tormented pussy was digging in and around the triangle wedge.

“Mmmmnnuunnhhhh.”

The man then stood in front of the painfully stretched girl. “Alright. Here’s how your punishment is going to proceed. You are on a state of the art flogging machine. The wheel above you is filled with whipping and spanking paraphernalia and while they will not leave a permanent mark, they are designed to be extremely painful. Now usually the wheel would run for a few hours, but since you are designed for endurance, the time will be at least doubled.”

“Mmnnnn?!”

“Don’t worry, every few hours someone will come by with some water.”

And with that he slotted the tablet in a slot at the rear of the pole and tapped a button to turn it on.