A Hornification class

The room I was driven into smelled like a strange mix of grease, lubricants, and fresh bread. There was a central aisle, with two rows of machines to each side. Each was a bit different, but they all shared one common property: some sort of pole extended from the core of the machine, and a clone was mounted at the end of the pole.

Our trainer was called Marian, and she assembled the girls in the aisle to start the class: “Good morning, girls. It should be no surprise to you that you’re in hornifiction class again!” She gestured to the array of machines.

Then she noticed me, and said: “Ah, but we have a newcomer today! You haven’t been to this class before… and you have no idea what these machines do, right?“

I shook my head, even though I had a dark brown feeling about the answer.

Marian continued: “Well you see, we obviously have a big problem in this place… we’re training girls to be sexual creatures, yet the only remaining man dwells in a far away castle, not accessible to mere novices. So how can we train a girl for the moment that he will call her to inject his powerful rod into her? How can we prepare her for his thrusts into her loins, for the vast explosion of arousal that will devour her? How can we make sure that she will be able to deal with it, shed her juices, and receive his load in a warm womb, properly hornified and ready to cum on his shot?”

She gestured to the machines: “Well, here’s how. They’re called fucking machines. They emulate the fuck you may someday receive, when you are chosen… and prepare you for that moment. Here, let me show you… look, this here is a mechanical one. Quite an old one, in fact, the new ones are all electronic. But it will serve to explain the basic principles.”

Marian stepped up to one of the machines. It was powered by an electromotor which was two foot in size, and looked more than adequate. She took a small box from the top of it, containing several controls, sliders, knobs and buttons. She pressed one, and the machine came to life. A wheel started turning at the core of the machine. There was a shaft connected to it which led to a lever to channel the circular motion to one dimension only, which was transferred to the pole. The result was a series of straight thrust of the clone as the wheel turned: sticking outside until the shaft was at the near end of the wheel, then retracting until it was at the far end, then pushing the pole out again to complete a full cycle, ready for the next.

I shivered when she started the next part of the demonstration. She paused the machine for a moment, invited Kate to come forward, and lie down on the bunk bed which was placed underneath the pole. She already understood the principle, and manoeuvred her body to lie on her back, spread her legs, exactly in the right place so the tip of the clone touched the entrance of her slit; then she wiggled her body down a bit towards it, so the clone slid in a few inches. In a routine way, Marian applied and fastened a set of straps, belts, and buckles attached to the bed, securing Kate to the mattress in the right position; then she took the control box and turned the machine back on. The wheel started turning again, resulting in the same thrusting motion of the clone - but this time, with a girl bound down in the exact right place to receive the slow-burning thrust straight into her pussy. Kate heaved heavily as she gritted her teeth, but remained quiet. She knew more was to come, and she was absolutely right.

Marion said: “It is only set to 30 TPM now - thirty thrusts per minute. It means that a full thrust, back and forth, lasts an entire two seconds - not even really a fuck, wouldn’t you say? But, I have this little knob here…”

She turned a large knob in the centre of the control box. The machine immediately responded by increasing the speed of rotation of the main wheel, which seamlessly translated into more speed of the clone’s thrust. Kate started a steady pant, but managed to remain quiet.

Marion said: “This is what 60 TPM looks like… we’ll leave it like that for a bit. There’s more features here that I’ll need to explain! “

She turned another knob on the control. We heard a clicky sound from the machine, like a bike changing gears; and indeed, something similar happened. On the surface of the wheel was a series of notches, meant to hold the driving shaft to the wheel. It had been at the notch closest to the axis of the wheel; but now, the gear shift took it to the second notch, further away from the axis of the wheel, as if it was entering a second orbit. This second orbit was bigger than the first, so the end of the shaft made a bigger circle; it was an exercise of simple physics to realize that it increased the length of the thrusts into Kate’s body, as well. The clone fucked her deeper now, ramming into her at that steady 60 TPM speed.

Kate had closed her eyes now, and the panting continued. I wondered if I would take it so easily, I figured I would be moaning by now? I looked over Marion’s shoulder at the control box. The main knob in the middle was hardly at a quarter. The text near the end was marked “300”... I supposed those were TPM’s, and shivered at the thought of being rammed with 5 thrusts every second. The gear knob she had just used was only to the second of five gears. Kate already looked fucked pretty hard… I couldn’t really imagine what three more gears would do to the depth and intensity of the thrust, but it seemed very frightening.

My flow of thought was interrupted by Marian: “Well, what else have we got on this piece of antique? Ah yes, it had an early stroke pattern system! Here, look what happens when I change this, girls! “

She turned another control on the box, and switched it from “Constant” to “Attack”. The sound of the machine immediately changed, going from a steady hum to a waving sound, changing in volume and pitch. And I could see what caused it. The wheel wasn’t going in a steady tempo anymore; instead, it gave an extra punch on the swing forward and the clone was driving inside, while slowing down the retraction on the way back.

Somewhat to my own surprise, I suddenly opened my mouth to speak: “Like giving an actual rhythm to the thrust, as if it was a piece of music… the steady speed is just a bland four quarterbar… but now, you have introduced a syncope…”

The other girls look at me as if they had no idea what I was talking about, but Marian smiled at me with a mix of appreciation, recognition, and maybe a bit of surprise.

“Yes,” she said, “a piece of music translated into a fuck. “

There were a few less important knobs to demonstrate, and Marian continued her talk for at least five minutes. All the time she was showing us how the machine worked, Kate had been subjected to it. Based on my previous success, I dared ask another question: “So she’s been on that machine for a long time already… shouldn’t she be released by now?”

A burst of laughter was her response: “A long time? Maybe ten minutes? This is a hornification class, Lizzy, and the H is in DASHA… in just a few weeks, you will ride these machines for hours on end every day!”

I shut my mouth with a snap, intending to think three times before I opened it again.

“Good, let me set Kate here up for the first period…” She took the control box and turned the medium dial to 80 TPM. She didn’t gear up just yet, but she switched the Style button to “Random”. The wheel didn’t have a rhythm anymore; the speed just kept changing all the time without any recognizable pattern.

We left Kate to endure those changed settings for the time being, and Marian took the other girls to the next machine. This one didn’t have a rotating wheel like the previous one, or maybe it did, but then it was hidden in the black casing the machine was housed in.

Marian selected Patty to be strapped to this one. She wasn’t positioned on a mattress, instead she was placed face-down on a small bench covered with black leather, her arms and legs stretching down from the bench towards the bondage on the floor. Marian showed the other girls to a console, next to the machine, with a good view on the uplifted ass of the girl strapped to it, and the pussy with the menacing clone dangling in front of it right below.

“This is an electronic one… it has an infinity more options! For example, the style of the thrust can be finetuned in every detail…,” she opened a window on the computer screen with complex graphics that looked like engineering plans, apparently aimed at ‘designing’ thrusts for maximum effect, “...the thrust depth can now be adjusted stepless, without the need for gearing up and down… but most importantly!”, she turned to the group and an enthusiast smile cracked on her lips, “it is programmable!”

We gazed back like cows, not understanding what she was talking about, or why it was so great to have a programmable fuck machine. Boy, were we naive!