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Trisha giggles. “Oh, would you look at that? Dawn thinks she can communicate with the Bed Beast. Sorry to disappoint you, honey, but this machine doesn’t speak English. The only language it understands is your body, honey, it’s reading you like a Tijuana Bible.”

Before she can make any other note or protest, a small finger and thumb pinches her cheek. She closes the closest eye and squeals, trying to pull away. This only causes the machine to pull her cheek. It shakes, teasing her like an overzealous aunt at a family reunion.

Suddenly, Rob’s ministrations on Trisha stop. The host’s lips quiver as she takes a sideways glance to her boy toy experiment. He sits up, leaning over her shoulder, staring intently over at his wife now. Trisha pets his head, holding back a triumphant cackle. Her master plan is proceeding better than expected. The look in his eye—that hyper focus on his wife’s situation—she now knows that he has fallen under her sway.

Through Dawn’s straight blond hair, the hands do their work.

They braid up her hair slightly and slide the bands through large clumps. Fingers pinch and puff and straighten her hair as more hands arrive to accessorize. Combs brush the clumps of hair and hair spray works to keep everything in place. To top it all off, the hands find ribbons to work on her, wrapping around the bands and even around her neck, tying her up with nice pink bows.

Dawn coughs as the makeshift ribbon collar ties slightly tightly around her neck, but she is able to breathe enough. The constriction actually sends a tingling sensation throughout her body and an excitement she never knew she could experience before. When all is said and done, the ceiling above her pulls away to reveal a full-length mirror, giving her and her husband unobstructed view of everything going on in the room.

The transformation is mind-boggling. Dawn doesn’t even recognize herself anymore. With all of the make up and her hair done up in large pigtails, she looks like some kind of strange, young model.

“Well, isn’t this interesting?” Trisha says. “You did come here to rekindle your youth,” she giggles. “Seems the two of you might have overshot just how young you wanted to act. How naughty.”

Rob’s silence ends with a loud and animalistic growl. He pulls his cock back from Trisha’s ass and stands up with all of his power. Trisha yelps, falling onto the floor onto her hands and knees. “W-what the hell!?” She squeaks, rolling onto her back to see Rob, fully at attention and staring at his wife. The pure lust in his eyes is undeniable. Is he really that turned on by his wife being made to look younger?

She laughs, a deep, maniacal sort of thing. Her plan is going much more amazingly than she would ever have planned. Both of these normal suburbanites have become complete and total sex fiends. This party has completely transformed them, and now she’s caught in between the two of them and has front row seats to the most explosive sex she would ever have in her life!

But Rob does not go to his wife. He stares at her, for sure, but he kneels down in front of Trisha. The host bites her lip, waiting for him to ravage her body like his own plaything, but she gasps when he grabs the dial for the Bed Beast.

“R… Rob?” she says, laughing nervously. “What are you doing, dear? That’s my toy, you know?”

He finally turns his gaze from his wife, narrowing his eyes at Trisha. The smile that spreads throughout his face is nothing short of diabolical as his fingers stroke the dial ever-so-gently. Trisha pants as she watches him, her sex moistening from the look alone. She licks her lips, her chest heaving as she breathes deeply. Her toes and fingers curl, gripping at the carpet for any sort of support. As a sweat builds up on her forehead, she slowly nods, and she whispers to him in a hoarse, needful voice. “Do it…”

Rob turns back to look at his wife, making sure that she can see him. He never realized just how amazing she would look all dolled up, and now that she’s there, being treated roughly in a teasing manner, looking like some kind of sweet cherubic porn star, he has to see more. So, he squeezes the dial and, with no restraint, jerks it all the way over to the final setting.

“Level… level 10…” Trisha says, running her hands up through her hair. “Hold on to something, Dawn, dear! You’re going to have the wildest ride!”

The first thing Dawn feels is the rumble of the bed. It had been a beast before, but now, she feels as if she had stumbled into the dragon’s lair…

The hands of the Bed Beast shudder, as if they were quivering in anticipation, but it is just the gears of the mechanism shifting into full throttle. The delicate hands pinching Dawn’s cheeks now squeeze them, forcing her mouth into an almost-comical puckered shape. Some of the rougher hands scoop up under her body, flipping her like a spatula would to a piece of meat. Now laying on her stomach, Dawn tries to push herself up, but myriad appendages keep her down, at least for the time being.

For the first round of the sinister contraption’s fun, multiple hands come from the walls, each of them giving the woman a firm thwack on her ass. She yelps with each of them, a shudder of strange arousal forming through her body as she is punished for her sinful ways. Her mind wanders back to high school, where Sister Elizabeth would take a ruler and slap her over for small transgressions. She wonders now why such a young nun would adhere to such archaic punishment, but with the feeling of being disciplined coursing through her once again, Dawn can only wonder about the woman’s true motives. Maybe one day, they could meet again?