The Rules are Simple

Sarah felt dread fill her mind as the dummy continued to speak.

‘The rules are simple. You like to keep fit and strong, and you enjoy humiliating those who are not as strong as you are. So you should enjoy the device which you are attached to. In a moment I’m going to engage the weights connected to the frame, and your challenge is to hold your arms and legs together for as long as you can. If you maintain your position for long enough, somebody might come and rescue you before your strength runs out. If you are not strong enough, you will learn how it feels to be humiliated.’

Sarah’s mind was racing now. What the fuck was this all about? She didn’t enjoy humiliating others, this must be some horrible mistake. And just what was this machine going to do? She tried to shout, to protest, but it was futile with the ball in her mouth.

‘Okay Sarah.’ The voice continued. ‘Brace yourself, I’m about to release the weights. Enjoy your game.’

Sarah tensed all of her muscles, not knowing what to expect. A loud metallic clunk behind her caused her heart to leap and her arms and legs were simultaneously pulled to the side before she was able to counter the force. With a grunt she managed to return her limbs to their starting position.

A woman wearing a tan coat and holding a coffee cup stopped in front of the window, and for a moment looked directly at the machine and the girl on it. Sarah tried to scream at the woman for help, and tried to plead with her eyes and shake her head, but the woman just nonchalantly looked through the glass and then walked away.

The monitor now showed the camera image of Sarah, and although her limbs were already beginning to tremble she tried to test the limits of her predicament.

Straining against the mechanism Sarah moved her thighs apart slightly. The steel lines attached to her skirt lifted the hem as her legs moved, gently tugging another, previously unnoticed wire which seemed to be connected to the side of her mask and sunglasses . On the screen she just glimpsed her shaved mound and the base of the silver dildo attached to the seat before quickly squeezing her thighs together again.

Slowly allowing her arms to move apart she saw the cords attached to her white top begin to lift the flimsy fabric. On the screen she saw the cloth raise, beginning to reveal the round swell of her breasts; at a certain point a sharp click sounded from behind and the device inside her pussy began to rumble. Sarah dribbled around her gag as a moan formed in her throat at the feeling of the vibrator deep in her. This distraction caused her legs to move apart a little and Sarah clamped her thighs tightly together again once she saw the skirt lift on the screen.

Quickly moving her arms back into position the lines allowed her top to fall back into position, but the vibrator continued to hum.

Squirming against the seat, Sarah felt a trickle of sweat run down her temple. A line of spit dribbled from her mask onto her cleavage, and her entire body trembled in frustration, tension and pleasure. She had been awake for maybe three minutes, and straining against this contraption for no more than sixty seconds. She had no idea how long she was going to be able to hold this together, and prayed for some kind of miracle.