Sybian machine station

Sarah’s body still felt heavy and sticky as Timo and Marc gently pulled me up off the mat. My face was still smeared with the dried cum of the fat room service bloke, my lips swollen, my cunt and arse throbbing softly from the two loads they’d pumped deep inside me earlier. I stood unsteadily on my red high heels, my legs slightly apart, otherwise I would have lost my balance.

“We need a little break, princess,” said Marc with a gentle smile, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from my face. “But you’re to stay nice and hot. We don’t want you to cool down.”

Timo nodded and led me to a corner of the room I’d barely noticed until then. There it stood – the Sybian machine. A wide, black, saddle-like cushion on a sturdy base, with a thick, slightly curved silicone cushion in the middle featuring an integrated vibrator head that pressed precisely against the clitoris and labia. Next to it lay a small, smooth dildo attachment, which Marc was now coating with plenty of lubricant.

“Sit on it,” Timo ordered quietly but affectionately.

I obeyed, trembling. My legs were free – no restraints on my ankles or knees – but as soon as I slowly lowered myself onto the warm, soft vibrating cushion, I understood why I still couldn’t move. The full weight of my body now rested on my sensitive, swollen pussy. The thick silicone head immediately penetrated me a little, pressing firmly against my clit and spreading my labia wide apart. My legs dangled down on either side, my feet not touching the floor. Timo and Marc simply strapped two wide leather straps around my waist and upper body, securing me upright and firmly on the cushion. I couldn’t lift myself up, couldn’t slide forwards or backwards – I just sat there, with my full weight on the vibrator, my legs free but completely helpless.

Marc switched the machine on.

At first, just a deep, humming buzz. Then the vibration exploded.

“Oh… fuck…,” I gasped immediately.

The vibrations were brutally intense. They hammered directly against my clit, penetrated deep into my pussy, making my inner walls tremble. The cushion was shaped to cover my entire slit – from my arsehole right up to my clit – and every vibration was transmitted throughout my entire lower abdomen. My entire weight pressed me down on it relentlessly. I couldn’t move away. Not even a few millimetres. My legs twitched helplessly in the air, my high heels dangling, but I couldn’t free myself.

Timo and Marc sat back in two armchairs a few metres away, each taking a glass of water and simply watching me. They played with the remote control.

Marc turned up the intensity.

The vibration grew deeper, faster, more aggressive. My clit swelled even more immediately, pulsing under the relentless pressure. I felt my labia close around the silicone head, my pussy contracting rhythmically. A loud, wet smacking sound could be heard because I was already so wet again.

“Please…,” I whimpered, my hands tied behind my back, my upper body held upright. “That’s… too strong… I… I’m going to come…”

Timo just smiled and pressed the remote control. The vibration suddenly slowed down, almost tender, circling instead of pounding. Just enough to keep me on the edge. Marc stood up, came over to me and took my hard, rough nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He twisted them slowly, pulled them taut, kneaded my oily tits, whilst the machine continued to hum quietly inside my cunt.

“Don’t come, Sarah,” he whispered. “You’re just going to stay nice and hot for us.”

I threw my head back and moaned loudly. The vibration crept deep inside me, massaging my clit in slow, circular waves. My legs twitched uncontrollably, the muscles in my thighs tensed, but I couldn’t move an inch. The full weight of my body pressed my clit even harder against the vibrator. Every tiny movement of my hips was immediately punished – the machine followed me mercilessly.

Marc leaned forward and sucked on my nipples in turn, licking over the rough surface, biting them very gently. Timo joined in and slid two fingers into my mouth. I sucked greedily on them whilst the Sybian continued its work.

The vibration grew stronger again.

I cried out. “I… I can’t… please… I’m coming… I’m coming right now…”

At that very moment, Marc turned it down again. Only a gentle, agonising hum remained. My clit was throbbing so violently it almost hurt. My pussy clenched spasmodically, but I was denied the orgasm once more. I felt a long, thick drop of my wetness run out of me and trickle over the vibrator’s head.

The men took turns. Sometimes one would suck on my tits, sometimes the other would slowly lick my neck, my ears, my lips. They kissed me deeply whilst the machine continued to torment me. At one point, Timo turned the vibration up to a pulsating setting – short, hard jolts that made my clit almost explode every time. I begged, almost cried, my thighs trembling uncontrollably in the air.

“Please… please let me come… I can’t take it any longer… I’m so close… so close…”

But they just smiled, turned the intensity back down and caressed me tenderly over my stomach, the insides of my thighs, my swollen labia, which lay spread wide around the vibrator.

I sat there, my whole weight on the buzzing cushion, my legs free yet completely useless, my upper body bound upright, and was slowly, systematically driven mad. The vibration never quite stopped. It was always there – sometimes gentle, sometimes brutal, sometimes circular, sometimes pounding. My clit was now so swollen and overstimulated that even the slightest touch of the air was almost too much.

And the men… the men just sat there, calmly drinking their water and watching as I slowly broke down on the machine.