Chapter 3 - youre going to be here a little while

"Now, Hannah." Sophie says from behind the restrained girl. "You're going to be here a little while, as long as it takes to get your neural resistance down to nominal levels. The more you relax and try to enjoy yourself the easier and quicker it will go. You might feel a little like you're forgetting something as the process works. Some girls find that frightening, but don't worry, don't try to remember, just let things go and try to be in the moment. When we're done you're going to be more in touch with your body and your sensations than ever before, and you're going to love it!"

Hannah tries to listen to Sophie, but her senses are overwhelmed by the generous vibrations in her pelvis. She tries to focus, to understand what is happening to her, and realizes that a third pattern of motion has been added to her stimulation. In addition to the vibration of the dildo thrust deep inside her, and the more delicate stimulation of her vulva and clitoris by the padded ring at its base, the rounded seat below her buttocks is delivering slow deep osculations into her lower body, driving the sense of arousal deeper, the sense of excitement no longer located in her ***, but in her whole being. She begins to panic, sensing her conscious control slipping away from her as her body begins to react instinctively to the stimulation, her vagina wet with its own lubrication, her hips gyrating, pushing her clitoris down onto the vibrator in response to its craving for its sweet attention.

Even as Hannah's body begins to respond to her stimulation without resistance or inhibition, her mind still races with fear and humiliation. She realizes to her horror and shame that her hips are not obeying her mind's instructions to stop grinding and thrusting on the relentless device, and that her arousal is building to levels that she has never previously felt. She vividly remembers how, on occasions when she had kissed boys, she had always felt uncomfortable, and ended the encounter if she felt anything approaching sexual need. She had feared the consequences of letting arousal build in her body, of her hormones effect on her behavior, never letting her body's desire show itself. She suddenly wonders what each of those frustrated former boyfriends would think to see her now, utterly at the mercy of her body's basest drives.

"Stop - please stop!' She stammers, managing to coral a last burst of self control to sound those words even as she feels the muscles in her abdomen beginning to spasm with need.

"Oh Hannah, I can't." Sophie chimes. "Even if I could, it wouldn't be kind. You're going to be sold at auction this evening. I don't know who will buy you, but whether he's a family values polygamist or an entertainment rodeo organizer the one thing I can guarantee is that you're going to get ***ed a lot! It would be cruel to let you go into that being reluctant about sex. I promise you you're going to be grateful for the treatment you're getting."

Hannah had completely forgotten her impending auction, and the thought of it momentarily overwhelms her concern for her immediate predicament. She has a fevered vision of her four former boyfriends all bidding on her naked bound body as she struggles to free herself, and then her mind is brought back to what is happening to her her as she feels a rising sense of heat and need in her pussy. She recognizes the sensation from the few times she has masturbated, and shakes her head in panic, horrified to realize that her torso is bowed, excerpting painful pressure on her neck and wrists, straining to maximize the stimulation on her clitoris. She struggles to hold back the wave of feeling, trying to resist the climax that she can feel growing in her loins, but she is unable to, her panicked mind feeling more and more helpless to control her body. "Help me please help me!" She stammers, her thighs beginning to shake and shiver uncontrollably, her belly writhing with tension and need as her abdomen thrusts more and more rapidly, the feeling of the intruder in her sopping *** no longer alien and painful, but now the most natural and joyful experience she can imagine.

Sophie smiles, moving to stand in front of Hannah, her engorged belly a vivid reminder of what awaits the prisoner. Gently fondling her own breasts and bump, Sophie watches with pride as Hannah is toppled into her first uncontrolled orgasm. It begins slowly, Hannah's body stops its spasmodic quivering for a moment, a more controlled, rolling motion taking hold, and her squealing protests fall silent. She breathes deeply, her eyes wide open, staring intently at Sophie, all thoughts of humiliation and shame banished as her consciousness is filled only with her need to climax. A soft, stammering, moaning sound emerges from her as Sophie watches her belly begin to ripple with regular muscle contractions, her toes and fingers curling tightly in anticipation. "Are you ready, Hannah?" Sophie asks.

For a moment Hannah is silent, and then she nods weakly, almost whispering "Yes." As she does so, her body bucks in its restraint, a loud shout of "Yes. Oh Yes. Yes Yes YES!" as Hannah's body explodes with the sensations of climax, pleasure rippling up from her pussy and out to every part of her, every nerve in her body tingling with reward. She is totally unprepared for the feeling, it is so unlike the illusive and unsatisfying orgasms she has occasionally achieved furtively in the shower, and its power crushes her, filling her, pushing everything from her mind except the unsurpassed joy of this ultimate manifestation of her womanhood. Hannah has no idea how long the pleasure lasts, but she slowly realizes that, as her orgasm recedes, the stimulation has not ended. Her engorged clitoris is still held helpless against the vibrator, her pussy still filled deeply with the oscillating dildo. She gasps in fear, unsure of whether she can tolerate more, but the thought is pressed from her mind by another rolling crescendo of climax, her body spasming in joy, shaking uncontrollably, somehow able to accept more pleasure, more stimulation. She screams out loud, her body sweating profusely, her muscles tensed in uncontrolled ecstasy as her brain is subjected to wave after wave of neuronal signals, each one crashing, washing over her, pummeling her consciousness with intense burning pleasure.

"Stop!" She manages to scream, even as her vagina begins to contract rhythmically once more, squeezing on the dildo, the sensation of fullness making her clamp down on it, tighter and tighter, seeking satiation from her hunger. Sophie watches as Hannah is brought to orgasm time and again by the machine, each time some small part of Hannah's conscious mind is coaxed into reaction, resisting, showing itself in a desperation, and then immediately overwhelmed by a combination of the machine's sexual stimulation and the probe in Hannah's brain stem.

In the end it takes about forty minutes. Forty minutes of almost constant orgasm and neural stimulation before Hannah collapses, far beyond resistance, her mind unable to accept any more pleasure, her body exhausted by the ordeal. Pleased with her work, Sophie sets about the process of removing Hannah from the machine.