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[welshbastard]

Consciousness brought pain and confusion along for the ride.

The back of my head throbbed. Without out thinking of the consequences my hand moved to the centre of my pain. When my fingers made contact a surge of pain blasted through my brain, causing me to wince and grit my teeth. I got to my feet slowly; it hurt too, but not as bad. I was happy to have the use of my legs. Behind me my hand made contact with what felt like corrugated steel and a quick rap of my knuckles confirmed it as the metal resonated underneath.

Where the hell was I? There was no light, only darkness, so I began to feel my way along the ribbed wall searching for a light switch. I found one.

There was a pre-emptive hum of energy, then a sizzle at the switch itself that sent a tiny shock through the tips of my fingers into my wrist and forearm. I pull away just as the fluorescent tubes over my head reluctantly fazed into a hazy existence.

The room looked strange, like storage for discarded and used hospital cast offs. There were three tables in the centre of the room complete with stirrups, a pile of broken crutches, white cabinets with their frosted glass either smashed completely or cracked. An old wheelchair sat on its side; its padded seat ripped in the centre, spilling its padded guts. To my far right seemed to be the only doorway in or out.

I was still uneasy on my feet. Shakily - relying on the strength of the outer wall - I made my way to the door. Just three feet before the door my hand found an old tarp hanging on the wall. With one tug it fell away revealing a mirror. I didn’t recognise the person staring back at me. My nose was most definitely broken; my left eye had a dark, purplish blue ring around it with patches of yellow and my right cheekbone had a gash. The strange thing was someone had neatly stitched the gash.

I wasn’t given any time to dwell on the identity of my absentee caregiver. Behind me came a whimper. I turned asking, “Hello?”

Just then lights exploded everywhere in the ceiling, it was like looking directly into the sun, so I threw my arm up and looked down at my feet. When the small individual spot bursts before my vision began to clear up and I was able to make out the seventies pattern on the linoleum floor I raised my head.

Behind the three tables was another table, very much like the others, except this one was occupied. A young looking woman lay on the table, bound at the wrists at her side and her legs had been locked in place within the stirrups. She was wearing a kilt style skirt with a grey, green and blue pattern. The skirt had fallen back to bunch up just below her hips, revealing her conservative pristine white cotton panties. The young woman began to strain against her bonds. I could see the stress and worry in her face. She was panicking because she was bound in an undignified way and I was the only other person in the room, naturally she thought me to be her captor.

I asked her to be calm, but it was no good, she began screaming at the top of her lungs for me to get away from her and not fucking touch her. Then it hit me. I know the face. I saw the face when…oh my God, the accident! Hers was the face I had seen in the oncoming car that had impacted my own. We must have been rescued and brought here. I almost slapped myself as soon as I thought it, ‘rescued,’ what kind of angel of mercy would tie up a woman like this.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. The girl continued to scream.

In the corner an intercom speaker crackled.

“Nathan…Heather…welcome to the Abyss.”

*Open to any lady who would like to play the young woman. If you would please like to continue a while from your point of view.

 

[pj38]

Heather

I was first aware of the pain in my leg and shoulder. Then I could feel the strange, awkward position of my body. I opened my eyes, or thought I did...I could only see darkness. I think I had been whimpering in semiconsciousness from the pain. Then I tried to move and felt the restraints on my wrists and ankles. I fought to free myself, but the pain in my shoulder was deep and excruciating. Then I heard noises, and squinted in the darkness to see...nothing, only darkness.

Then I remembered the accident. I had been on my way home from work. It was raining lightly, and a car had it me from behind. It had forced my car across the center line and...oh, god...I had hit that car head on. The air bags had hit my face with a force I hadn't imagined possible. And then...and then....I strained to remember. Was I taken to a hospital? Was there an ambulance? There was nothing in my memory but darkness.

Suddenly lights came on, then more lights, blinding, hot lights. My eyes, which had adjusted to total darkness, burned even if I kept them closed. Then more noises...I tried squinting... I could make out a figure...a man...coming towards me.

I strained again to get free as he came closer. Now I could see him, a wild, desperate look in his eyes. I steeled myself against his inevitable assault.

"Don't you touch me, you bastard. Let me loose! Hhhheeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllppppppppp!"

I cried out as loudly as I could, determined that no walls could keep me from being heard.

"Get away from me! Don't you touch me!"

The man approached the table, but stopped. Although he didn't seem to want to hurt me, I was delirious with fear and anger.

"Hhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeellllllllllllppppp!"

Suddenly there was a loud crackling that penetrated the air, drowning out my screams. I was shocked into momentary silence, and then the voice from the loudspeaker.

“Nathan…Heather…welcome to the Abyss.”

 

[welshbastard]

The Machine

The voice on the intercom was flat and emotionless. It sounded mechanical. Like a device was being employed to disguise it. As scary as it was to be addressed by name and have the place I was in referred to as the, ‘Abyss,’ at least the girl had stopped screaming…for the moment.

Heather looked at me, looked at the intercom, then back to me again. I think then the light went on and she realised I was in the same boat as her, though granted I was mobile. I moved toward her. Heather twisted in her restraints as I got closer. I put my hands up to sooth her, trying to look as unthreatening as a guy with a busted nose, black eye and seven stitches in his face could.

“I’m not here to hurt you. I promise. I’m as confused as you are, but if I’m right I think we were in the same accident and I’d just like make sure you’re ok.”

The intercom crackled.

“Ah what a nice guy. If only she knew what you are really like huh Nathan. Young Heather here is fine…for now. Her shoulder was bruised up pretty bad in the accident and I fear the drugs I gave her for the pain are finally wearing off…which is a good thing because I want her wide awake for what’s to happen next.”

“Who the fuck are you, you bastard!” I yelled.

“Tut, tut now. Such foul language in front of a young lady…especially one as sheltered and protected from the outside world as Heather is. She probably doesn’t even know what the word FUCK means…but soon she will.”

I moved quickly to Heathers side and began to pull on the shackles at her wrists; they didn’t give, so I moved to look over the ones holding her ankles in the stirrups. When I got there I found the restraints to be the same.

“Do something!” She screamed.

“I’m trying…I’m sorry Heather.”

“Haaaaah. Doooo something Nathan…pitifully,” the voice mocked. “Lets begin shall we? Nathan I want you to pull the tarp of the table behind you.”

“Screw you.” I shouted.

The next thing I knew Heather’s body arched and convulsed on the table. The son of a bitch was shooting a current through the table and into her, as he laughed maniacally.

“Stop! Please stop what ever your doing! I’ll do what ever you want!” I screamed.

It stopped; I went to Heather and cradled her as best as I could asking her if she was ok, receiving a tearful nod in reply. I was then reordered to pull off the tarp. This time I didn’t stop to think, wrenching the cover off quickly. My eyes went wide when I saw what was underneath…Heathers went wider.

A monstrosity of a machine appeared, with exposed workings of steel and snaking wires. At it’s centre was a long piston and attached to the end of it was a realistic flesh coloured dildo, thick and long.

“Please Nathan if you would be so kind – less Heather suffer again – wheel my toy into position…and don’t act dumb…you know where I want it.”

 

[pj38]

Heather

Hearing the intercom and hearing Nathan's account of the accident brought everything into focus. Nathan was my ally, it seemed, against a foe we had no knowledge of.

I could feel the sensations of having been drugged, and knew from the pain the effects were wearing off. I moved my shoulder a little, and determined that it didn't seem broken. My leg felt the same, though the shackles made it harder to tell.

As I had hoped, Nathan went straight for the restraints that bound my limbs, but his efforts were fruitless. Then the voice turned on the electric current, practically throwing my body off the table. The pain from the shock was excruciating.

As my head cleared from the shock, I heard the discussion about the other table and saw Nathan pull back the cloth. I leaned forward as best I could. It looked horrible, and from the looks of it I had some idea it was meant for me.

Emboldened by the desperate circumstance, I shouted at the unseen voice:

"Why do you want to hurt me? Who are you? What have I ever done to you?"

 

[welshbastard]

The way out

"Heather…Heather…Heather. It’s not something you’ve done to one particular human being, its what you’ve done to many. Oh you are a much coveted prize my dear. How many men and women have you seduced since blossoming as a young woman, only to knock them back, shatter their desires like a sledge hammer taken to a plate glass window. You tease and tease and tease with your sexy body, but you never give yourself over, you never quench the thirst you cause. For that reason, for your first time, I condemn you to the coldness of a machine and not the warmth of a lover."

The voice had gained an edge. The answer to Heather’s question had come quickly, like it had been rehearsed, brooded over many hours.

“Nathan…I’m getting impatient. Wheel the machine over to the spot on the floor that has been marked out for you. Once it is in place you will have the honour of flicking the switch on the side. The machine will start slowly, rhythmically with short soft strokes and then it will increase in both depth and speed until reaching two hundred strokes. When that number is reached and only then, the shackles and the door to this room will unlock. I’ll leave you to make the decision Nathan…I have other things to attend too…I’ll view the tape later. Be warned though there is a second timer which I have already tripped, if you have not made your decision within one hour from now and Heather is not free from the table, the electric current will return and this time it will be fatal.”

Then the monster shocked Heather again. This time she didn’t scream because it was just a reminder for me to do as I was told. So I wheeled the machine into position. When it came to rest over the markings on the floor there was a clicking noise, like two mechanisms linking together. After that the piston moved forward and placed the very tip of the large rubber cock with ominous purpose before Heather’s cotton covered cunt.

“Gooood.” The voice expelled with what seemed like ecstasy.

Then the intercom speaker crackled and fell silent.

I looked at Heather and asked the only thing I thought relevant to our situation and our captor’s malicious intent, “Are you really a virgin?”

 

[pj38]

Heather

I lifted my head, straining my neck to try to see the horrible projectile that was aimed at me. It was poised just inches from the fabric of my panties. But there seemed to be no other choice than to comply with the hideous voice.

"Yes, he's right, Nathan." Nathan moved toward the switch. "No, wait." I tried to imagine what was going to happen, and if there was any way to avoid injury or pain.

"Before you turn it on, can you..." I tried to find the words, but only stumbled. "....can you rip my panties off so they won't be in the way. And...and....can you....uh...spit on your hand...or something...you know...so it won't be so rough...to lubricate..." It was just something I had never had to ask for, but it seemed to make sense. "Hurry, Nathan."

 

[welshbastard]

Prelude

“Let me think!” I said a little too harshly than I should have. I immediately apologized. “I’m sorry Heather that was uncalled for.”

Her left hand bent at the wrist as much as her restrictive restraints would allow. I took it in my own hand and squeezed it. Then as I looked into her understandably worried eyes, I bent down and kissed her on her mouth. At first her lips were hard, but within a mere second’s hesitation something gave and her lips softened to welcome my own.

My hand came up and touched her face. I pressed harder, taking her bottom lip between my lips and supped gently upon it. Heather relaxed greatly, allowing my tongue to enter her mouth and dance with hers. Around and around they moved, swirling in fevered embrace.

My hand slipped from her cheek, down over her soft neck and upper chest, with my fingers barely making contact, drifting over her skin like phantoms. One by one I deftly undid the buttons to her white blouse. I felt her go rigid when my hand traced up from her belly to her right breast. “Its ok Heather,” I said and kissed her hard as my hand made contact with her perfect sized breast. I was beginning to harden and I could feel my pre-cum seep free. I knew Heather’s pussy must also be feeling the effects.

Heather’s bra was - conveniently - a front clasp; with my left hand I detached both ends freeing her luscious full tits. Her nipples were hard, standing out a good quarter of an inch. Man this girl was built. I was eager now to visit the delight between her legs.

I reached down, and at the same time as taking a nipple in my mouth I began to rub Heather’s virgin cunny through her panties. She sucked in air, as I made contact and moaned as she let it out. Her pussy was soft and supple under my eager stroking.

Heather’s hips began to move along with my hand, her moans became more frequent. Then her butt lifted slightly off the table, her abs tightened and her mouth expelled, “Oh yes!” with her first orgasm.

I was spurred on by her reaction. With both hands I pulled on the waistband to her cotton panties and ripped them apart easily. Heather gave a vocal response that sounded like one of shock, but also one of a girl greatly turned on by what I had done. I climbed up on the table. It was wide enough, strong enough, to support me. I placed my knees either of Heathers head, looped my hands under and around her thighs and used the very tips of my fingers to part her delicate lips. Her cunt was so sweet. The smell was so arousing I thought my cock would burst free of my jeans. Her pussy hole was small and tight looking. It seemed if anything had ever penetrated it, it had not been more than a single finger. Centring the top of her pink pouting lips was the cutest little clit, already engorged and swollen.

My first lick of her clit sent shivers through Heathers body. She was very vocal in the pleasure she received as my tongue continued to lap over it, circling clockwise, then counter clockwise, before settling in with the steady tracing of a figure 8 over and around it.

Heather’s body writhed underneath me. I knew if she could and I was in another position her hands would be gripping my hair and pulling my face deep into her eager snatch. Her juices were now flowing freely and every now and then I would dip the tip of my tongue into her little honey pot. She tasted so good. When I thought she was ready I worked a finger into her. “Holy fuck!” She cried.
Pressing the pad of my finger on the upper wall I began to circle it and wiggle it back and forth. Again Heathers butt came off the table and she began working her hips to grind against my finger. Her pussy was now soaking wet so I pushed in a second finger and worked it in sync with the other. Her shouts off ecstasy were music to my ears and I revelled in her second screaming orgasm, which caused her delicious cunt to contract several times on my fingers.

When I took my fingers from her sopping cunt Heather’s cum oozed from her newly stretched hole. I thought now was a good a time as any and reached over to flick the switch on the machine. With a slick downward stroke on the main body of the machine, its piston plunged and sent the tip of the fat rubber cock into Heathers pussy.

 

[pj38]

Heather

"Ok, ok, Nathan, that's good. Turn on the machine."

I braced myself as the dildo began driving into me. The strokes were short and slow at first, but very soon it became painful. I drew back my hips, straining at my wrists and ankles.

Soon I was desperate to turn it off, the pain was so intense. I tried to get my mind to go numb, and soon the pain just became a part of myself that I accepted.

"Are you counting, Nathan?"

"161," he said.

I sighed and steeled myself for the rest.

At length the end came and the machine stopped. Nathan pulled it back away from the table. There was a stillness as we waited to see if I would be set free.