The Machine Room

Located in the soundproofed depths of every Starliner ship is a place where all the really fun toys are kept.

Too valuable to be circulated in the public areas and often in need of maintenance, the Machine Room contains more than enough sybians, fucking machines and piston-powered pleasure inducers to fully earn its moniker. Heading lower into the ship, following the guiding path illuminated on your pad, you can already feel the thrumming, powerful vibration of the Room itself coming up through the soles of your shoes. The thick, heavy door vibrates gently on its hinges, no amount of padding able to fully obviate the shaking from within.

It opens upon presentation of your ID band- something that it will do for passengers, but not slaves- and within it you immediately spot Elizabeth, looking deeply out of place among surroundings that were far more distracting. She wears only a bra and panties, along with her collar, and though that is pleasing to you- you ordered her for a reason, after all- the constant low drone all around you drags at your attention far more. The edges of the room are lined with machines, devices sprouting dildos and rumbling contact pads, many of them occupied.

You spot Alison Brie hanging upside down in one corner, swinging gently as a long dildo slid its length into the ring gag opening her mouth and down her throat, over and over. She gags copiously, but the machine is tireless, glinting chrome whirring hard enough to give the girl no respite. A redhead you don't recognize screams in agonizing orgasm- obviously not her first one today- while strapped down tightly to a machine both fucking her ass with some large, misshapen thing and sucking incessantly at her nipples. The room is full of people just like this, some of them accompanied by a passenger, some left alone to suffer the endless mechanical pleasure until those who put them there return.

Stepping into the room, you approach Elizabeth Olsen, making it clear that you are here for her, and more importantly, that she is here for you. She's clearly nervous, surrounded by all these implements of pleasure and pain, that you can pick and use on her at will.

That will only make it better for you.