Taken to an infernal machine

You find yourself now much more used to the pace that your leash sets. As you are taken to the main floor below you have no problems at all with any of the stairs on the way down. For a moment you feel incredibly insecure, your nude body on display as the repeated metallic clank of the stairs announce your entrance. You quickly realize, however, that nobody is paying any attention to you. Everyone here is either in one of these machines or being put into or removed from one.

After you reach the floor, the walk is far longer than you expected. The space is not terribly expansive, but it is completely covered in machines of various sizes. You are slowly led through this maze, slipping in between other blue-skinned attendants monitoring their slaves being worked. The pace that your leash sets for you means you do not have the luxury to look around freely. Instead, you have to suffice with whatever you can pick up in your peripheral vision as you make your way. Although the attendant leading you is clearing the way, you still have to keep watch for anything that might trip you up or anyone not noticing you stepping into your path.

What you do notice, however, both horrifies and excites you. On many occasions you see slaves jabbed with needles in various parts of their bodies. These always coincide, however, with mons of ecstacy instead of screams of pain. Occasionally you see someone suspended in a vat of bubbling fluid, a mask over their face allowing them to breathe. On one table, a male human has a strange apparatus locked over his cock and balls. Next to him, a woman's nearly flat breasts have been pierced in several places with needles attached to strange tubes. She convulses in a violent orgasm, spraying you with her cunt juices as you pass.

It is next to her that you stop. Your leash is retracted and your attendant steps behind you, expecting you to submit yourself to this contraption.