Vending Machine

She led her to a sort of vending machine. She opened the display case and placed Suzanne inside, who noticed the fantasy options:

• urine,
• impalement,
• milk,
• electric shock.

But she was completely dehumanized; what mattered to her was pleasing her master. Bonds and restraints grabbed her and positioned her in the machine before the display case closed behind her. Suction cups for milking her were placed on her nipples, a mask with a tube was placed over her mouth, a dildo and a plug were positioned at the entrance to her vagina and anus, while electrodes were positioned everywhere.

She remained like that for what seemed like an eternity when Red arrived. He looked at his new acquisition for a long time, and she heard.

Let's test the options.

He put a coin in the dispenser and chose milk. The suction cups began to suckle her breasts. After a few seconds, the milk flowed through the tube into a cup placed outside the dispenser.

Red took it and drank his wife's milk with pleasure, his eyes shining with perverse satisfaction. Every drop reminded him of the total control he exercised over her, transformed into an object of his darkest desires. The machine, ever vigilant, continued its preparation, paying careful attention to every detail to satisfy Red's fantasies. Suzanne, still immobilized, felt every movement of the machine, every pressure that made her shiver with disgust. Red, behind the glass, carefully noted every reaction, every moan, every contraction of her body.

He chose the impalement option and put in a coin. The dildos suddenly plunged into Suzanne's sex and rectum and began to pound her mercilessly, like a machine obeying its programming.

Suzanne felt a new wave of terror when Red selected the 'electroshock' option while she was still impaled by the dildos and plugs. The machines, with their merciless efficiency, activated the electrodes attached to her skin. Electric shocks rippled through her body, causing her to convulse violently. Each jolt was like a blade piercing her, leaving a trail of burning pain.

The tentacles held her position firmly, preventing her from moving, while the electrodes continued to shake her. Suzanne screamed behind the mask, but her cries were muffled, leaving only muffled whimpers. Red watched the scene, his eyes shining with sadistic pleasure. Every contraction of his body, every spasm, satisfied him all the more.

He chose urine, at which point a urinal was pulled out, into which he emptied his urine, which rose up the tube, spilling the substance into Suzanne's mouth. She couldn't close it and could only absorb her husband's liquid as she began to approach orgasm.

Red amused himself for a good hour like this, pacing back and forth, testing the options each time. Suzanne was nothing more than a consumable at his disposal. When she thought she might lose consciousness from this treatment, the dispenser injected her with the regenerative substance, which inflicted as much pain as it restored her.

Finally the floating ball with its tentacles freed her and took her to a new test, although at the end of her tether Suzanne was happy she belonged totally to her husband, she was eager to take up his new idea to please him.