Alyssa’s Ordeal

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Alyssa’s Ordeal

It was 8:00 at night and the sky was cloudy and was growing
dark fast. A thunderstorm was on the way. A flash of
lighting appeared suddenly overhead. The producer yelled,
"That’s a wrap". Alyssa left the shooting stage and went to

the parking lot to get in her car and drive home. Another
flash of lightning appeared with thunder following a split
second later. She opened the door of her Porche 924 and
quickly got in and locked the door. Alyssa started the car
and pulled out of the parking lot and onto Sunset Boulevard.
It began to downpour as she driving and all of the lights went
out of the houses.

Alyssa reached her house and pulled into the driveway. She
opened the car door, jumped out and slammed the car door shut.
She ran towards the front door. Out of the shadows several
men jumped out. One of them tackled Alyssa, and another put a
damp cloth over her face before she could scream. She
struggled valiantly, her hips gyrating but everything grew
dim. She passed out.

The third man shouted, "Bind and gag her quickly". Joe and Jim
quickly carried Alyssa to the van and put her inside. They
proceeded to tie her arms behind her back and tie her ankles
together. The three men quickly got inside of the van and
drove away. They reached the hide out shortly. It was an old
abandoned building that had many rooms. Joe and Jim picked
Alyssa up and carried her towards the door while Tom unlocked
it. They quickly went inside. Tom locked the door behind
him. They carried Alyssa into one of the rooms where there
were two posts with four shackles on them. Tom and Joe held
Alyssa upright while Jim shackled her legs to each post. Next
Jim raised her arms up above her head and shackled them to
each post. Joe pulled out a knife and cut her blouse off. Her
skirt was cut off next. Tom used smelling salts to waken
Alyssa.

Alyssa jerked her head back forth as she regained
consciousness. She felt the shackles around her ankles and
wrists and felt a gag in her mouth. She looked around and saw
that she was only clothed in her red silk panties and bra.
Tom approached her, put his fingers underneath the waistband
of her panties and pulled them down to her knees, revealing
her neatly trimmed black bush. Next her cut them, and they
fell to floor. Tom stood up and unsnapped her bra, letting it
fall to the floor. Next he removed the gag and said, "If you
scream we will kill you". Alyssa stood silent and tears began
to run down her face. Alyssa jerked her face from side to side
and noticed that Jim had a feather in his hand. "What are you
going to do with that?" she asked. Jim stooped down and
lightly ran the feather across the bottom of her foot. Alyssa
jerked uncontrollably. An adjustment was made to the shackles
forcing Alyssa to stand tiptoed.

Jim stood up and looked at her breast. "My god they are
beautiful" he muttered. Alyssa didn’t blush at this comment.
She knew she had perfect breast, they were the size of
grapefruits, and slightly curved up. Her areola was the size
of quarter and pink, her nipples were large, sticking out even
when not aroused. Jim lifted the feather up slowly and moved
it towards Alyssa’s tit. "No" She yelled.

He brushed the feather ever so lightly over her nipple. It
betrayed her immediately. Alyssa’s nipple started to grow
erect. This prompted Jim to stroke her nipple over and over
with the feather. Alyssa jerked wildly as she tried to escape
the exquisite torture of the feather. Alyssa grew flush as
the torture continued. "No" she thought, "I will never give
in. I won’t climax in front of these men". The tortured
continued, causing her breast to quiver and strain. This in
turn caused her areola to widen. Her nipples throbbed as the
grew more erect. Alyssa couldn’t help herself; her legs
started to move up and down in an effort to relieve the itch
that began at her nipples and now centered between her legs.
Her cunt lips swelled and parted. Her clitoris appeared
there, purple and trembling. She continued to move her legs
up and down, her labia effectively rubbing her clit. Alyssa
felt her nipples and vagina throbbing as the inevitable drew
near. Alyssa moaned loudly as she experienced an explosive
orgasm, her legs splayed obscenely as her hips bucked back and
forth and she felt her cunt juices run down her legs.

The three men applauded. Jim mockingly bowed to Joe and Tom,
taking credit for Alyssa’s orgasm. Jim knelt down in front of
Alyssa, breathing in deep, smelling the musky odor of her
pussy. He took the feather and lightly ran it thru the black
curls of her bush. Alyssa gasped and moaned as she felt her
pussy throb. Jim stroked her cunt repeatedly, sending
uncontrollable sensations thru her pussy. "No, not again. I
will not cum again," thought Alyssa. The feather continued to
torture her pussy causing her nipples to throb. She looked at
them and gasped. She had never seen them so erect; they were
extended out about ¾". Alyssa’s breathing became labored and
she could not remain still against the exquisite torture her
cunt was receiving. Her cunt was a fiery furnace but the
feather merely danced to its heat. Her breast quivered and
strained, her nipples were likewise on fire. Alyssa felt
another climax building in her. Her hips gyrated in small
tight circles under the torment of the feather; she gasped for
breath and moaned. Jim ran the feather over Alyssa’s clitoris.
Unable to stop herself, she started to climax. Jim stroked
her clit again, exacting another incredible climax from her.
Her hips bucking wildly, her cunt juices running down her
throbbing thighs and she shouted in pleasure.

Once again the men applauded and Jim took his bows. Joe
walked behind Alyssa. Suddenly she felt a sharp pinch in her
left buttock. Then the room went dark. Jim and Tom unshackled
Alyssa and carried her into another room. They put her on a
table in the middle of the room. Joe quickly secured her legs
and arms to the four posts running up from the corners of the
table. Joe then attached electrical diodes to monitor her
body functions. After a few hours Alyssa awoke finding
herself secured to the table. She looked around the room.
She saw the three men sitting in some chairs talking quietly
around a computer. Joe got up and went over to Alyssa. He
said, "This computer will monitor your bodies responses to the
vibrators being tested. The test will continue each time
exacting a climax from you, and then a new vibrator will be
tested until all twelve of them are tested.
Alyssa felt the table vibrating and saw many arms unfolding
from it. On the end of two of the arms she saw a soft,
flexible, white, semi-spherical cone, similar to a suction
cup. Inside, at the base of each cup she could see a small
orifice shaped like a pair of lips that curled in and like a
sucking motion. As the cups move closer to her breast, Alyssa
thrust and gyrated trying to avoid them.

As Alyssa struggled, she watched the cup rise like a viper and
strike her left breast. The cup began curling and squeezing,
drawing her nipple towards the lips. Her right breast quickly
fell prey to the second arm. With both breast captured and
both nipples drawn into the orifices, the lips began to bite
and suck on her nipples. The cones began to pull her breast
up in a hard sucking motion, squeezing them tightly, then
forcing them down hard and flat against her chest. Alyssa
moaned and cried in defiance as her breasts heaved and twisted
against the onslaught of her tits. She felt her pussy growing
damp. After 30 minutes this torture stopped. The arms pulled
the cups off from her breast and then the arms folded
themselves up and disappeared under the table.

Alyssa looked down between her ample sized breast and saw
another arm positioned between her legs with an 8" curved
dildo attached to it, which was vibrating profusely. The arm
lowered the dildo and slowly moved towards her unprotected
vagina. It stopped as it touched her tight pert lips. Alyssa
moaned "ooohhhh". The arm moved, slowly inserting the dildo.
After several agonizing minutes the vibrator was fully
engulfed in her unprotected womb. Alyssa gasped and moaned,
twisting her head from side to side, trying to fight the
sexual sensations coming from her pussy. The arm slowly
extracted the dildo until only an inch of it remained in her.
Then the arm inserted the dildo again, and then it withdrew it
again. The arm slowly increased its rhythm with after ten
strokes. Alyssa grunted and groaned with each thrust. Her hips
started to rise up to meet each thrust of the dildo. Her
breath grew labored; the cries turned to moans. The dildo
continued to pump her tighter and tighter increasing it speed.
Alyssa’s whole body gyrated and her hips bucked up and down,
as she grew closer to the inevitable. In response, the
machined pumped the dildo in and out of her faster and harder.
Alyssa’s whole body stiffened tighter and tighter as she
surged upwards. Then, her whole stiffened as tightly as
possible, and there was a long silence from Alyssa. The only
sounds were the rhythmic pumping of the machine. After what
seemed an eternity, she surged one last time in a defiant
thrust upwards. Alyssa let out an animalistic moan as she
began to orgasm. Her hips wildly bucked up and down and she
felt her juices flood the dildo. The machine pumped her harder
and harder and she climaxed again and again shouting in
pleasure. Her body sank back to the table, defeated.

The machine sensing Alyssa’s defeat withdrew the dildo.
Another arm with a 10" dildo moved between her legs. It
plunged itself deep in her pussy. Alyssa gasped and moaned,
her hips thrusting up to meet the dildo. The machine slowly
pumped itself in and out, slowly increasing its rhythm after
twenty strokes. The dildo continued to pump her tighter and
tighter increasing it speed. Alyssa’s hips bucked up and down,
as she grew closer to the inevitable. The machined pumped the
dildo in and out of her faster and harder. Alyssa’s whole body
stiffened tighter and tighter as she surged upwards. Then, her
whole stiffened as tightly as possible, and there was a long
silence from Alyssa. The only sounds were the rhythmic pumping
of the machine. After what seemed an eternity, she surged one
last time in a defiant thrust upwards. Alyssa let out another
animalistic moan as the machine exacted a devastating climax
from her. Her hips wildly bucked up and down and she felt her
juices flood the dildo. The machine pumped her harder and
harder and she climaxed again and again shouting in pleasure.
Her body sank back to the table, defeated. On and on it would
continue, the machine would never tire…

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