O-girl awoke to find herself bound to the top of a table. She tried to struggle but found that not only were the straps holding her down tight, they were so tight she could barely move. She looked around her and realized she was alone. She looked down and saw a vibrator attached into one end of a long pipe. The other end of the pipe disappeared into box with various gears protruding out of it. She screamed into her gag and pulled and pushed at her hands and feet, but it was useless. She was completely helpless. She already had an idea what was in store of her, but she was still slightly startled by the sound of the machinery in the box coming to life. There was the sound of gears and then the pipe slid forward, pushing the vibrator tightly up against her crotch. She tried to pull herself away from it, but it was wedged in and the angle of the table just pushed her down on to its soft rubbery head.
She heard a soft clink and the vibrator came to life. But it wasn’t at all what she was expecting. It was a very slowly vibration. It was just on enough to make her body yearn for more, but not nearly enough for her to ever come. She struggled and moved her hips against the softly pulsating head, and the vibrator seemed to respond, slowly ramping up the power as she struggled. She stopped moving and felt the vibrator slow down again. It was if the power of the vibrator was directly tied to how much she struggled. She started struggling again in earnest and found that her initial thought was correct. The more she struggled, the more powerful the vibrator became. The realization only seemed to fuel the passion building inside of her. O-girl pulled and pushed, thrusting her hips against the now very powerful vibrator. It didn’t take much longer for O-girl to come. The sensations passed over her like a massive wave. She rode it, screaming into her gag and pulling at her entire body. Then just as the orgasm ebbed, the vibrator slowed down to a trickle again.
O-girl was now no longer frustrated, so she was struggling in order to come – now she just wanted to escape. The vibration started to increase, but this time when she stopped struggling, the vibrator just continued to get stronger and stronger. It became immediately obvious that whatever computer was controlling the vibrator it was now not interested in what O-girl wanted – or didn’t want. The fiendish table was programmed to keep her in a constant state of orgasm – something that she knew would soon become torturous. O-girl pulled at her bonds, but her struggles were pointless. She could free herself and she couldn’t reach any of the buckles holding her down or the compartments of her utility belt. She tensed as another rocking orgasm wrenched through her. Who had done this to her and what did they have in store for her next?!