She is brought to a special training device

Gabrielle followed Mouse through his workshop, her entire body throbbing and burning with pure, undiluted lust. She had been brought to the absolute heights of sexual pleasure for several hours, but the lack of satisfying release resulted in all that energy now coursing through her body, yearning to be released. They walked until they reached a specific door. Upon opening it, it was revealed to lead into a small chamber, barely big enough to be considered a cell. Four crystals hung in each corner, giving off just enough light to see what was inside. In the middle of the room was the first of many devices she was supposed to use. It was mainly a wooden frame with a platform reaching just below her waist. On it, was an ordinary riding saddle, but the centre was inlaid with a strip of multicoloured stones. In the middle were two holes, and she had no delusions of what it would be used for.

Mouse made a silent gesture towards it, and Gabrielle climbed on top of it. Her legs were just long enough to keep her naked and aching groin free off the saddle, but she knew that would not stay that way for long. As predicted, she was instructed to straddle the saddle, and he began to secure her beautiful young body to the contraption.

First, her ankles were tied to a ring each located at the corners of the platform furthest from her back. This pulled them up and behind her, bending her knees, and removing most of the strength in her lower body. He used a piece of rope to bind her thighs and calves against each other, further immobilizing her on top of the dreaded device. Next were her arms, they were bent behind her back until she could grab an elbow with the opposite hand. He then used a long piece of soft rope to bind her arms and hands in that position. A single long rope bound her soft, throbbing breasts in a constricting bind before the rope was tied off to a ring hanging above the platform. She tried wiggling away, but her shapely body was held firmly in place, the only escape would come if they undid the binds. And she knew that was not going to happen soon.

Mouse began fumbling with some unseen controls behind her, and she felt a familiar presence pushing against her lower lips. She put up a token resistance, but she had not the freedom to move away, and she felt humiliated by how easily the fake cock penetrated her. In the silence of the room, she could hear the wet slurping sounds from her **** cunt. She moaned loudly as the thick cock filled her. Bumps and ridges scraped and moved over each hypersensitive part of her cunt as it slit deeper and deeper. She was breathing heavily by the time the cock had bottomed out, and she was given a moment of rest before the second invader came. A new **** began pushing against her anus, and she began to protest loudly as the steady **** pushed the second cock into her rarely used orifice. She was mortified to find out that the thick cock stimulating her ass was pleasant enough to further fuel her arousal.

After a second of rest, the entire saddle began to rise a few centimetres from the platform, pressing her crotch firmly against it, and making her bound legs strain against the ropes holding her. In the dim light of the room, she could just barely make out that her exposed and swollen clit was pressed against the smooth strip of multicoloured crystals. An overwhelming sense of dread began to fill her being as the crystals giving off the dim light began to darken one by one. When the room was dark, save for the small beam of light coming from the door, Mouse spoke again.

'So my assistant calls this; "The bitch breaker". As he says, "A bitch goes on it, a well-spoken **** comes off it." Crude, I know, I prefer to call it "The beggar", Since that is what you will be doing for a while. This machine is going to fuck you. Long, hard, and mercilessly. Until the lesson of this machine is ingrained into your very flesh. What lesson might that be? You wonder. Well, I'll leave that for you to find out. I find it personally satisfying when my slaves use their own intelligence to work through their problems. And you, have already shown to be an intelligent young woman. Goodbye.'

The door closed with a soft *click* and Gabrielle was left in absolute pitch-black darkness. For a long, agonizing moment, nothing happened. Finally, the machine began to work. In the darkness of the room, she could clearly see a purple glow coming from beneath the stone strip, outlining each individual stone. She waited with growing anxiety for what was going to happen next, she didn't have to wait long. The stone strip began to vibrate. it began as a low hum, but it was gradually growing in strength. Since her clit was pressed forcefully against the strip, the ever-growing vibrations were sent straight into the sensitive bundle of nerves. It wasn't long before her **** body reacted to the still-rising stimulation. She moaned softly as she tried desperately not to succumb to the device's torturous ways. She was about to lose her futile struggle when the vibrations suddenly began to weaken. Gabrielle was mere moments away from finally cumming, but the weakening of the stones pulled her away from her possible release.

The vibrations weakened until they were a low, steady thrum against her aching clit, and the next part of the machine began to work. The artificial cock that filled her wet pussy slowly began to withdraw. As it did, the various grooves and bumps carved into it stimulated the insides of her aching slit. Gabrielle closed her eyes as she fought desperately to resist the unnatural way the fake cock managed to pleasure her. When it had almost completely left her pussy, it began to push back in. When it had reached its deepest point, the cycle repeated itself, but this time a fraction faster. Over and over the machine thrust the cock deep into her **** cunt, each cycle a little bit faster than the previous one. Each thrust made the young woman moan or grunt in pleasure. The crystal strips against her clit subtly changed speeds to increase the stimulation further, and it wasn't long before her entire body stiffened as she was moments away from orgasm. Without warning, the cock suddenly, and rapidly, withdrew from her dripping cunt. Her body screamed in desperation as she felt the orgasm fade away. She pushed her hips against the saddle, in a mad attempt to get the vibrations to finish her off, but the stones reduced their strength just enough to prevent it. Gabrielle groaned in defeat as she felt her coveted orgasm recede further away, leaving only a feverish need for release. Further thoughts were impossible when the next phase began.

The cock that had been violating her pussy returned, stopping only once her cunt was filled completely. That was quickly followed by the cock inside her ass to begin moving instead. By this time, Gabrielle had been fucked for hours on end, and her body was craving any form of release. So when her ass was being stimulated, she had no resistance to speak off and was quickly losing herself as the pleasure was once again rising. This time, in a way she had rarely experienced. The device fucked her ass with an uncaring precision until she was feeling herself getting ready to cum. It was at that time, that the device ceased all of its actions, and fell silent. Gabrielle had tears of frustration coming from her eyes, she needed to cum so much, but they just wouldn't let her. She was left alone in the dark, the only light being the soft purple glow coming from around the vibrating stones. Her clit throbbed against the now silent stones, her pussy convulsed around the immobile cock, and she wiggled her ass in an attempt to get some form of stimulation. But her bonds would not allow any freedom of movement, and her sex was **** and at the mercy of the infernal device.

Out of nowhere, the cock inside her pussy began to rotate, as well as resume its merciless fucking. The same happened with her ass. And the stones against her clit began to vibrate at a rapidly changing strength. Gabrielle's body reacted instantaneously, and she felt the pleasure surge within her, racing to keep up with the wild and unpredictable **** on her body. After a measly minute, she had reached her limits once more, and she felt herself getting ready for what had to be an enormous orgasm. She had little hope of actually reaching it however, these people seemed hellbent on sexually frustrating her into insanity. As she predicted, every time she was about to cum, the device pulled back to prevent any form of release. As the minutes dragged on, Gabrielle noticed that each time she was brought to the edge, the device was able to get her closer without tipping her over, and keeping her there longer with each repeat.

The device was using its magical connection to the runes inscribed onto her flesh to control the speed and power. Each time the runes would flare up, ready to stop her orgasm, the device would subtly shift its attack to better control her ascend. After thirty minutes it had fully mastered Gabrielle's reactions, and it could bring the blonde bard a hairs breath away from cumming, but still keeping it out of her reach. Said bard had by now discovered why Mouse called it the beggar, she was this close to breaking completely, and she knew that a bit more effort from the machine and she would start begging.

Her mind was drowning in pleasure, it threatened to override all rational thought. Her pussy, asshole, and clit were each pulsating and burning with lust as the relentless **** pushed her far beyond her sexual limits. Her pussy was constantly leaking juices as her body was perpetually held at the razor's edge of an ever-growing orgasm. She needed just one more push to tip over, one slipup would be enough. But the machine never slipped, and her nightmare of denial continued, just in a different way.

An hour was all it took. Sixty minutes after the device began to work its evil magic on the young woman, she finally began to break. Gabrielle's beautiful body was covered in sweat. Her **** slit was leaking copious amounts of her juices, and the constant vibrating of the stones against her clit made it splatter in every direction, coating her thighs and stomach in a layer of sweet nectar. Her eyes were staring ahead of herself, fogged over by a haze of immense sexual desperation. She had no clue of how long she had been tormented like this, but to her, it felt like an eternity. Every part of her body, every single cell she could feel, was overloaded by sheer need. It consumed her every thought, and every single action or movement was done with the explicit purpose of trying to finally reach orgasm. She knew nothing would work, the device was too good at its designed purpose, but her body acted purely on instinct now. However, after being kept at the edge of orgasm for a full hour, she finally gave up.

'Please.'

A soft, **** plead was barely audible over the hum of the machine. But someTHING heard it anyway. In the total darkness of the room, a single light appeared. It was directly in front of Gabrielle, at eye height, and as she looked at it through sex-crazed eyes she saw that it was a crystal that glowed with a faint red light. A subtle shift in the speed with which her pussy was being fucked had the young woman wailing in desperation.

'Please stop. I can't take anymore.'

The crystal began to shine with a more intense light, and the machine had another subtle shift, pushing Gabrielle ever so slightly closer to orgasm. Said woman moaned shamelessly as her cunt franticly worked the artificial cock moving in and out.

'Please, I need to cum. I want it so badly.'

This was apparently the wrong thing to say, as the crystal dimmed down a bit, and the machine altered its attack accordingly. The decrease in stimulation pulled Gabrielle away from her release, and she began to panic as she felt her chance to cum slip away.

'NO, please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't stop.'

The light intensified, and the machine sped up back to its previous pattern. Gabrielle pushed down into the two cocks fucking her as much as she could, pushing her clit against the vibrating stones hard. For a split second, her cunt convulsed around the cock as a wave of orgasmic pleasure rippled outward from her core, before the machine adjusted and slowed down enough to keep her orgasm just out of her reach.

'NOOO, PLEASE, I was almost there. Why won't you just let me cum? What do you want from me?'

The answer was a barely noticeable increase of strength to the stones against her clit. Well, normally it would be barely noticeable. In Gabrielle's hyped-up sexual state, it was definitely noticeable, and she arched her back as much as she could as the vibrations assaulted her overstimulated clit. And so Gabrielle's ordeal continued, she was relentlessly fucked and stimulated, and her constant begging filled the otherwise silent room. The intensity of the red crystal would change depending on what she said in her desperation, but no matter how good it made her feel, she was never made to cum.

After an hour of senseless pleading and begging, her tear-stained face locked on the red crystal in front of her, Mouse's words finally came back to her.

"So my assistant calls this; "The bitch breaker". As he says it, "A bitch goes on it, a well-spoken **** comes off it." Crude, I know, I prefer to call it "The beggar", Since that is what you will be doing for a while. This machine is going to fuck you. Long, hard, and mercilessly. Until the lesson of this machine is ingrained into your very flesh."

Clearly, the machine was expecting something from her. The intensity changed depending on what she said. A few words stood out to her; Well-spoken ****. And beggar being the most prominent. And suddenly, everything snapped into place. The lesson Mouse was talking about. Her becoming well-spoken. And her begging influences the intensity of the crystal.

'They expect me to beg for an orgasm. Like a "proper" **** should.'

Gabrielle was reviled by the conclusion. This couldn't be happening. She had to humiliate herself just for a chance to cum? A chance, mind you, the machine was in no way obligated to grant. Her anger temporarily overridden her ever-growing desire for release, and she remained silent.

For a glorious five minutes.

The machine, seeing her silence as deviance, changed the way it pleasured her dripping pussy. The fake cock began to rotate as well as thrust, and the ridges and bumps along its length stimulated Gabrielle in all-new ways and places. Especially her G-spot made her squeal in ecstasy as it was stimulated over and over. That was the moment she knew she had lost. He was right, she would beg, Shamelessly. In a voice that was barely above a whisper, she said the words she thought the machine wanted to hear.

'Please, may this **** cum?'

The crystal changed colour from red to green. The speed of the machine increased again, and Gabrielle felt her body being brought to that same state of near orgasm she was in when that other machine fucked her. Her pussy convulsed around the cock turning and pumping inside of her. Her ass clamped on the other cock. And her clit was pushed so hard against the vibrating stones, that it was almost hurting her. A wave of orgasmic pleasure surged from her core, enflaming her entire body with pure pleasure. Quickly followed by a second, and a third. Over and over, the waves battered her body, her very being. Her body was constantly starting to cum, but the stimulation was just barely below what she needed to really start the orgasm.

Gabrielle was screaming as undiluted orgasmic energy washed through her. Nothing could have prepared her for this feeling. Her body was acting on its own, pulling desperately against her bonds, the ropes biting deep into her soft flesh. Her hips ground against the saddle, hoping for that last bit of stimulation that she needed. After what felt like an eternity, Gabrielle's resolve snapped utterly. The soft whisper was clearly the right thing, but it demanded more. Having reached her physical and mental limit, she begged as if her life depended on it. And in a way, it did.

'PLEASE, MAY THIS WORTHLESS **** CUM?'

The dim green light began to intensify, and like a mantra, Gabrielle repeated her plea. Each time the light became brighter and brighter until it bathed the entire room in a green glow. Gabrielle was delirious, her mind overwhelmed by an amount of pleasure no human was meant to experience. Her body was feverishly hot as it was **** to the absolute pinnacle of pleasure without tipping her over. Her eyes were focused on the green crystal in front of her, and she mindlessly repeated that single sentence that seemed to hold the key to her desire. She pleaded for five minutes. Then ten. And when it was to the only coherent thing inside her mind, the machine relented.

The crystal gave a bright green flash, and the two cocks increased their thrusting and rotating to their maximum speed. The stones between her legs ramped up in power and less than a second later, Gabrielle's entire world disappeared as the orgasm she fought so hard for was finally released.

The persistent waves emanating from her core intensified, and she threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent scream. Every nerve in her body was alight with energy, she twitched and spasmed in place as the full **** of her orgasm began to tear through her. Her muscles tensed, her back arched, and her pussy convulsed madly as pleasure like nothing she experienced before exploded from her core. Her silent scream turned into a primal scream of emotion, and she felt her thighs and stomach get wet as she powerfully squirted against the vibrating saddle.

For nearly thirty seconds, Gabrielle rode a sexual high she couldn't believe existed. It wasn't until the **** of her release began to calm that she noticed a second orgasm, ready to follow her first. Tied up as she was, she was powerless to resist the pleasure **** upon her. And as the euphoric feelings of her first orgasm began to fade, she braced herself for the next. She was ready for it, she welcomed it, she WANTED it. After hours of sexual ****, one orgasm was not enough, she needed more. She DESERVED more.

Unfortunately, the machine found otherwise. Mere seconds before she was about to cum again, it used its infallible control over her sex to hold her back. Gabrielle was too shocked to control herself and blurted out in surprise.

'NO, don't stop. Why did you stop? I need more.'

Immediately following her words, the green light emanating from the crystal turned red, and it dimmed down to a barely visible glow. Gabrielle wailed as she realised her mistake. Fresh tears began to fall as she noticed a line of blue glowing runes appear on the wall in front of her. She felt a tingling sensation on her head, right where they had inscribed the rune cluster, and a deep ominous voice filled her consciousness.

'Orgasm is a reward that has to be earned.'

'So that is how it's going to be' She thought. 'The machine is training me to beg as a well-trained **** should.'

She hung her head in defeat. Tied as she was, she could not escape. There was no way she could get away from the relentless and effective **** on her sex. She already felt the frustration of not being able to cum, and that one orgasm was not enough to relieve any of her pent-up energy, not by a long shot. So she did the only thing she could, not even realising that she had already viewed herself as a **** in her earlier thoughts.

'Please may this **** cum?'

The crystal turned green again, but the light did not intensify, she needed to be a lot more sincere if she wanted another orgasm. Gabrielle remained silent for a while, a soft sob escaped her mouth, before she repeated the question. The light intensified, and she moaned as the **** on her body pushed her ever closer to orgasm. For thirty minutes, she chanted the question, each more **** than the previous, until the machine deemed it good enough. A bright green flash illuminated the room, and Gabrielle screamed in joyous ecstasy as she came a second time. As expected, the machine prevented any possible orgasms from escaping her body without permission. And though the crystal remained green, she still heard the rule inside her head.

'Orgasm is a reward that has to be earned.'

She had no idea how long Mouse planned on keeping her on this machine, but she knew for sure that he was going to be right. She would learn the lesson. Take it as a way of life. And work hard to earn her reward. Not once did she realise that it had been only three hours since she began, and she was already thinking like a ****, and not as the proud, independent woman she actually is.