Road Trip Ch. 12

I noticed a few people beginning to gather around to watch as Margarite continued to fiddle with the bar, fastening me so I was leaning forward against the bar, creating greater pressure on my clit. I felt rings being fitted around the base of my tits and looked down as they were tightened, causing my breasts to engorge and nipples to extend, showing off my new bars to perfection.

"Now, you're all ready to have the ride of your life. I'll set the controls on a time basis so that we'll start at 20% power and increase that every five minutes by 15%. That means for the first five minutes it runs at 20% power, the next five minutes it'll be 35%, then 50%, 65%, 80% and finally 100% for the last five minutes. It will stop after 30 minutes. Your knees are fastened down so you can't rise up off the dildo and relieve your clit from the delicious sensations caused by the rubber nubs. You can cum as often as you like, can scream or do anything you wish until the time is up or, if you choose, until you call 'red' or 'safeword'. If that happens, everything stops and we go home right then; no more fun. Understand?"

I hesitated a few seconds as the implications of what she'd told me went through my already sex-numbed brain. Finally, I nodded.

"Ok, can we start now?"

Margarite didn't reply but simply pressed a button on the console and I felt the dildo begin to rotate as it began vibrating, while my clit was immediately stimulated by the vibrating nubs pressed hard against it. OMG, the sensations were amazing. It felt like sparks of electricity were shooting from my whole pussy area directly to my brain. I found myself automatically moving my hips back and forth, trying to stimulate my clit even more, feeling the need to cum strengthening as my body began shuddering in anticipation. And I had 30 minutes of this! Wow, could I cope, I wondered, or would I suffer from sensory overload?

Margarite distracted me by taking two cups fastened to tubing that was attached to another machine. She fitted each clear cup in turn over a nipple and immediately I felt the suction building. I peered over the bar and watched as my nipples were sucked into the cups, lengthening and swelling as the lower pressure caused blood to expand them until they were at least twice normal size, with some space still to spare. They began aching a little, but overall the feeling in my tits intensified the feeling in my pussy. I felt myself building towards my first Sybian orgasm. I pumped my hips harder, seeking more clit stim as the dildo rotated and vibrated deep inside my sloppy, engorged cunt. I closed my eyes, focused on the sensations, feeling them build, then they exploded.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHGHHHHH!!" I heard myself scream as wave after wave of orgasm washed through me. I wanted to lean backward to reduce the clit stim, but the bar held me tightly in position as I continued to cum hard. It was soooo good, so amazingly good, yet at the same time I really wanted it to stop, for just a few seconds, but it continued inexorably. My head slumped forwards, too heavy to hold up in my cum-weakened state, and still the vibes continued.

Slowly, very slowly, the sensations died as I went off the boil and I could at last relax for a few seconds - then the timer kicked in and the vibrations seemed to double in power. Oh no, I groaned inwardly as I felt the additional stimulation immediately begin pushing me towards another, more powerful orgasm. My hips began their rhythmic rocking and thrusting, my will power being unable to prevent the instinctive motion. I felt myself approaching yet another orgasm and tried hard and totally unsuccessfully to halt progress. I was almost there, close, closer. I bit my lower lip to prevent my scream but to no avail. With an ear-piercing shriek my head seemed to snap backwards with a mind of its own as I was engulfed in a massive, full body orgasm. I seemed to lose awareness of what was happening, my whole focus being on the sensations coursing through me as my body shuddered and writhed as much as it could in my restricting bonds. Part of me wanted to call red, most of me didn't. Part of me hated the feelings which I was being made to experience, most of me wanted more, more, and still more of these amazing, wonderful, sexual sensations. My head dropped forwards as I panted for breath, and the rate of vibrations increased again.

I vaguely recall Margarite bending down to check my eyes and feeling for my pulse, then she moved back to watch further progress. Again, the sensations slowly waned, very slowly this time, and I went into a sort of hiatus where the stimulating vibrations appeared to have little effect. I managed to lift my head and look at Margarite, who raised her eyebrows in unspoken question. I nodded in unspoken reply, too remote from her reality to vocalize a response. She grinned at me as my body once again responded to the stimulation, my hips taking up their rhythm once more as I felt myself building towards yet another release.

There seemed to be less build-up this time; suddenly I was there, not as intense as the previous one, I didn't even scream, at least, I don't think I did. One moment I felt myself approaching release, the next instant I was cumming, and cumming and cumming. It seemed endless; an endless, moderate-level, continuous orgasm. My hips were thrusting back and forth, perhaps trying to escape, more likely trying for more sensation. My body seemed to be numbed to such an extent that it would need more stimulation to increase the orgasmic pleasure. As if reading my thoughts, the machine sped up again.

Despite being in continual orgasm, the increase in speed pushed me harder, causing the power of the orgasm to increase as more waves of ecstasy poured through my over-stimulated pussy. I looked downwards, noticing that my tits now fully filled the cups of the suction machine, then I watched the sopping vibrating nubs stimulating my clit, causing me such incredible pleasure as well as such agonizing exhaustion. I felt the strength of my orgasm decrease slightly and relaxed a little, unaware of the tension in my body until that moment. My relaxation settled me a little harder onto the machine and the stimulation increased immediately, pushing me into another full-on orgasm. I bit my lip to stifle my scream as my head went back and I was once more thrusting my hips back and forward, seeking more pleasure. In the midst of this release, the machine sped up once more.

I remember thinking that this must be the last increase; this must be the final five minutes of ecstasy and agony I would have to enjoy and suffer tonight. Then my thoughts were blotted out as the intensity of my orgasm increased yet again. My mind blanked out, my whole body was an orgasm, I became the pleasure I felt. My awareness of the whole experience seemed to disappear. I was eternally tied to this machine, eternally forced to cum, my orgasms blending into one continuous sensation of sexual release and sexual stimulation. I didn't notice the next changes but did seem to hear each time the machine sped up. I was panting and remember thinking that I'd have been unconscious if I still had my corset on. My orgasms seemed to become a background sensation to the strange thoughts that flashed through my mind.

The sensations never seemed to reduce, not until I became aware that I was no longer cumming, that Margarite was holding me with one arm while she removed the cups from my breasts with the other hand. Then my knees and arms were released and she half-supported, half-lifted me as I stood up, the dildo vacating my tender, gaping vagina. I managed to walk the few steps to a mattress and lay down, my body still tingling from the orgasmic overload it had suffered. Margarite brought me some water and after what seemed to be a long time, I sat up and smiled at her.

"Wow, that was really something," I said with a grin, "I have no idea how many times I came."

"Well, you caned me for taking your man, I decided I needed to satisfy you so I could borrow him for tonight. I doubt you'll need any more sex tonight, right?"

"Right," I agreed hastily.

It was nearly closing time so we both helped each other throw on our dresses only, packed up our spare clothing and Margarite called a cab. Once it arrived, we hurriedly braved the cold night air, were driven home, and went inside. Hank had apparently arrived home from his strip show a short time earlier and we shared stories of what happened tonight. Hank's act had been enjoyed by the group, as were the other two acts, after which the guest of honor, the future bride, was laid down on a sofa by her friends and was fucked by all three strippers. While the future bride had been a little hesitant at first, she quickly changed her attitude and enjoyed her final fling, cumming on each mans's cock as he filled her with sperm.

"No mention was made of birth control so I hope for her sake she's on the pill," commented Hank. "Everyone had been checked for STDs, so no problem there. It appeared the party would continue into the next day, so we guys decided to leave when the girls began sampling the sex toys the bride had received as gifts. Guys can't compete against massive dildos."

"Well, that's great," said Margarite, "Means you can fuck me, carefully."

She turned her back towards Hank and flipped her skirt up, showing him her shredded ass.

"Ouch. That looks painful. What happened there?"

Margarite told him why I'd caned her, then told him what her revenge had been.

"I have no idea how many times you came tonight, do you, honey?" she asked me.

"No, I totally lost count. I don't even know how many guys fucked me. But I know it was fun and, at least for tonight, I know I don't need sex."

"So, you're all mine," Margarite told Hank, "Take me to bed, lover, and fuck me hard."

"Ok if you sleep alone tonight?" Hank asked me, "Or would you be Ok watching us?"

"Darling, it's all gone," I replied, "All the resentment, frustration and, for tonight, sexual need. I'd love to watch you two if that's fine by you."

They both agreed it was fine, so we all stripped, showered together, Margarite carefully protecting her ass. Hank admired my new nipple bars then, after we'd finished, he smoothed some healing cream onto Margarite's ass cheeks while I made myself inconspicuous at one side of the bed. Hank then lay on his back, his cock sticking upwards, hardened by his attention to Margarite's ass. Margarite slowly lowered herself onto him, seeming to enjoy every inch of his penetration until she sat down hard and leant forward, mainly to gain more clit stim, but also to lift her ass off his thighs. She'd had a frustrating evening with no sexual release; he'd cum in the bride-to-be's willing pussy, so Hank managed to give Margarite three bed-rocking orgasms before he filled her hole with his potent cum. They then rolled sideways, I cuddled in to Hank's warm body and we all slept.