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"Come in, come in! You chose a good day to come! Oh~ the exciting things we will see!" Chuckled a ghostly white man - Just under six foot, messy brown hair, and jittery blue eyes. He wore simple clothes - Loose black pants, a black button down shirt, and a clear knee-length apron to go over it all. The couple gave each other a silent look when the slightly off-hinged man turned around to lead them inside, but followed him inwards anyways. The building looked like a European castle, and sized like one too, but the couple wasn't too sure if it actually was one.

The entry way was far too much to take in - It felt like walking into the good part of hell, though. A distant Gregorian chant echoed ceaselessly. Both the walls and ceiling were painted black, while the floor was black marble, but every few tiles were glowing a fiery red. To compliment the outstanding tiles, various pictures depicted more modern paintings of demons ravaging angels in a multitude of ways, but the fire in the imagery was transparent, allowing a fiery-red bulb in each one to really make the demon pop out, especially the eyes.

From the ceiling hung a massive black-gold chandelier with three women constructing a triangle with their legs; they were parallel with the floor, and each had their wrists and neck locked in a pillory - All three women had formerly large, but heavily melted candles in their hands, their fists completely coated in wax to the point wax stalactites were forming underneath. The chandelier itself had over a dozen similar candles, but three of the candle-arms were not-so-subtly aimed outwards, and were buried within the trapped women. Other than heavy leather faceless hoods, they were nude. On either side of the massive staircase that split the entry way, were statues - Or at least, men trapped in black-gold humanoid frames, black leather hoods as well, but their erections were trapped on the outside of the statue.

"Oh don't worry about them, I let them out every once and awhile!" The guide chuckled again, and opened the door to one of five hallways available from the lobby. "I must warn you, we adhere to strict rules here - All of your electronics are banned from use, I start and end this tour whenever I feel like, and absolutely no touching unless I saaaay sooo~!" The guide sounded more stern than he had before, but it seemed to slip towards the end. The couple emphasized their appreciation of the rules, and the little tour began.

"First stop!" He practically shouted while approaching a door, grabbing a pull-string, he yanked it down, which pulled up a black-out curtain and revealed a window that covered nearly half the door. It seemed fruitless, since it was completely blacked out inside, but the tour guide put a finger up to his lips and gently hissed out a chuckle. He retrieved a police-sized LED flashlight, and clicked the beam on, angling himself up in the corner as he slowly panned the flashlight beam until it found a tight black leather mass. Coaxing the couple inwards, he pointed the mass out, and then quietly hit a button in his pocket, which made the mass of leather start squirming violently - It became apparent that it was a full-length leather body bag. "Say when~" The tour guide whispered, which the couple looked back and forth in confusion - Just over 30 seconds went by when they figured out he was asking them to say it, which they immediately did. It took a moment but the leather cocoon settled down, "Aww, that is the most action he has seen all week! You shoulda given him another thirty." Giggled the guide, who had kept the flashlight focused the whole time, but pulled away and clicked it off, "NEXT STOP!" He quickly guided them to the next door several meters away.

"This~ one is a favourite~! No need to worry though, they are both...willing participants." Chuckled the guide as he opened the door, which emptied them into a viewing room. The couple looked at one another with disbelief, but the moment was cut short when they saw what was happening beyond a gigantic piece of glass - One similar to that found in police interview rooms. "They may not be able to hear us~! But WE can hear THEM! Lets listen in!" The guide almost rushed to a little switch on the wall, flicking it on made it glow red, but it also kicked on the speakers, filling the little ante-room with almost competitive moans from the two parties that lie beyond the glass. "These two have been in chastity for...ohhh...hmm...It's been so long I've forgotten!"

A padded and sterile-white room was loaded with a ton of equipment - The one apparently in charge was a woman in a latex nurse outfit. She had to forego shoes because of the pillowy floor, but still wore matching mid-thigh-length rubber stockings with a red band an inch below the top, and a red cross sat just above each of her knees. Her white skirt just long enough to cover the goods, but short enough to show some tanned flesh between the hem and the stockings - A heavily boned latex corset had her torso in a wonderful hourglass shape, and the white helped blend the skirt into the top, which shared the same colour, but with a bright red cross between her ample breasts. Her collar was interesting - A wide red band with a white cross, but her face was covered by an unlikely-professional-grade surgical face mask that wrapped around the back of her head and over her ears, also rubber.

She was in charge of two people at the moment - They were tightly bound in classically styled straitjackets, which were made of similar white latex and a dozen straps each, but on top of all that, they were sandwiched into an almost completely clear vacbed - They were not only suspended a foot below the ceiling, but they were face-down as well! The only parts not clear, were the frame, and a wide black stripe that ran from one side to the other, and covered just the faces of those bound up - Each had a re-breather bag sticking down, connected to a tube that ran down into their mouth by several inches. A few wires came down from both of the vacbeds, leading to what appeared to be a heart-rate monitor, breath analyzer, and some other numbers that didn't appear to make sense, "This nurse has been with us for years - She is an actual nurse too! But boy oh boy is she a helluva Dominatrix, ehehe. I can still feel the sting of her paddle! This room was her design, and the results are immmmmacculate!"

Noticing that the two people strapped up were dripping with something, the couple started discussing it while the nurse stopped whatever she had been doing and checked the vital signs of her two patients. The couple moved up to take a closer look, and could see that one was apparently male, with a relatively large crotch-bulge - Except it was glistening silver. Turning to look at the guide, he nodded, "Oh yes! This is for slaves who no longer wish to be in chastity - Which is most of them, surprisingly! But they have to EARN it! One week per month, based upon their entry date - Three daily, hour-long orgasm-edging sessions with our lovely nurse here. Even one accidental orgasm means another month of chastity!" When things just started to calm down inside the padded room, moans were light if not totally replaced by heavy breathing, the rubber nurse picked up two 'back massagers' and clicked them on - The hums were in sync and quite loud over the speakers in the viewing area. "You both have done well, this is your last chance to make weight - Without cumming!" Her accent was harsh, demanding, and some sort of European, but it was a little hard to tell because of how muffled it was.

The guide pushed his whole body up against the glass and groaned, "Ohhh, these are special cases." He ran his hands down the glass and softly moaned, "This is how she convinced me of making this room~! An intense, three-day session~Mmmhf, I wanna be in there! She sets you over a glass jar on a scale, and then edges you again and again randomly throughout those three days - All your juices are collected and weighed, but your only hope of freedom is to reach a whole pound! Otherwise you spend the rest of the week in that vacbed, and a whole month in that straitjacket~! It's so devilishly wonderful."

While the guide recanted his fond memories, the moans from within the room were reaching peak levels, as were some curiously pleading noises and the loud hum of the massagers, but the nurse backed off and let them have a quick breather while she checked their weights, "Four hundred twenty five grams, you are oh-so-close my dear! But you need to calm down, or you will lose it all!" The nurses free hand was busy fondling the rubber-trapped female, trying to coax more juices out of her, but after a moment she went over to the male's scale, "Four hundred forty-five! Most impressive! I hope I don't push you over the edge of orgasm on accident, and ruin this good streak." Her words accented by grabbing the second massager and lifting them both up to her trapped 'patients', clicking them up high again and letting the two squirm in their heavy bondage while trying their best not to cum.

The guide pulled away from the window and adjusted him, sighing softly, "Well, well, hmm...OH! The next room is interactive - Shall we move on~?" He looked at the two who were playing a little with one another, making him grin some. With that, the couple cleared their throats and nodded a little, both following the guide - The husband slapping his wife's rear with a wink. They only went across the hallway, but this appeared to be an open playroom - Visuals of demons and angels ravishing one another from wall to wall, but the lighting was more sufficient. "I'll give you two a chance to have some fun and...relief...before we continue, feel free to play with anyone! They are at your whim~" The guide spoke while going over to a girl in a white, but stained by the lighting to a pinkish red, rubber-puppy suit - She managed to wiggle her folded limbs over a sybian, and was currently grinding the gusset of her chastity belt onto the vibrating pad. Though to her dismay, it wasn't turned up very high! The guide slapped her ass hard, causing her to jump and sending a loud latexy-clap that caught the attention of several other participants in the room, but they went back to their 'toys' soon. "I see you are training~! Good girl!" He spoke while taking a grip on her tail-plug and slowly sawing it in and out of her ass - The couple could see it was a canine-cock shape with a smallish knot to help hold it in, but a big fluffy tail curled upwards sticking out of the other end, "I think this one is an anal slut at heart, she's never made it out of her chastity belt since being here! She even chose her own tail this time!" Her moans had notably increased in volume, and the couple could see that behind the rubber-puppy mask, the muzzle was actually open, likely with a ring-gag given the amount of drool. After opening a little elastic pouch on the side of the sybian and reaching in, the hums of the large mountable vibrator increased a bit, making the puppy-girl quite ecstatic. Sliding the plug back in so the knot takes hold, he slapped her ass once more and stood up, "Anyways! You two go have fun, I will return shortly. Might even join you!"

The first thing that caught the husband's eye after the little show with the puppy-girl, was an odd looking barrel with a head sticking out of it that was rotating like a spit-roaster - There was also both a box in front and back of it - Giving his thanks to the guide when he passed, the husband moved over to it and could see there was a woman in there! A rather large dildo was being pumped slowly in and out of her mouth, was she size training? It appeared to penetrate her throat, but also stretched her mouth out quite wide! She had a simple leather blindfold on, so she had to focus on the task at hand it seemed. Walking around to the other box, he could see something similar - A dildo about the same size as the one in her mouth was busy plowing away at her pussy relentlessly at a slightly faster pace than the one in her mouth, but this dildo had an extra arm on top of it that extended vertically a few inches, then bent at a 90-degree angle - What extended from there was a series of steel spheres that started large at the base and smaller towards the tip, but he couldn't see how small they went, though the largest had a diameter of a soda can. It was a bit fascinating to watch it disappear into that woman's ass! Of course the arm of the thrusting mechanism spun with the rotating woman, as well. Rubbing his chin, the husband turned both boxes up one more notch, and let her be - He was proud of his size, but she seemed used to larger than what he was packing! So he went off to find another plaything while rubbing at the front of his pants wantonly.

His wife on the other hand, already seemed to have found her plaything! The poor soul was stretched backwards over a wide padded black leather bench, chains leading to black leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists kept him in place while the wife had taken off her pants and straddled him - The dark red leather hood he wore had multiple attachment points, but currently just a panel gag and blindfold were being used, and he was quite noisy! Of course the wife knew why, a tight cock-ring was keeping him stiff and unable to cum - Plus, he a dildo thrusting in and out of his ass, but she had cranked it up to a medium-fast while she rode him hard. All the struggling and muffled pleading in the world wasn't going to help him though, as the woman on top of him just kept grinding and dropping down onto that almost painfully twitching cock again and again - Even when she finally climaxed, she didn't stop, drawing out groans from the poor man as her internal muscles spasmed and squeezed him even harder! Her moans did partially drown out his begging for release.

Passing by a woman straddling a triangular wooden horse that was suspended from the ceiling, the husband stopped to watch for a second - Her arms were straight-up above her head, strange spade-shaped red leather gloves with sturdy cuffs covered her hands, and a chain connected to the two metal rings on the tips made sure her arms stayed that way. Her legs were bent backwards at a 90-degree angle, matching red leather cuffs wrapped each ankle currently struggling to hold up her weight - A chain ran from one ankle, up and over the triangular horse through a metal ring, then down to the other ankle - This allowed her the only other way to raise her body weight up off the horse, and the husband could see why she would want to. While most of the horse was wood, about six inches of it on top was made of metal, right between her legs - Angled downwards at about a 30-degree angle - And to make things worse, it had dull spikes randomly all over, plus it looked pretty rough in between spikes as well. There was simply no resting, since one would keep sliding down it, and where the wood started back up again would poke into her rear if she slid down too far. Simple, but effective - He pondered how long she had been like that, but he wondered more of what she was watching on a bulky headset that was strapped to her head. It had headphones too - He almost wanted to check it out, but didn't feel right interrupting her. If he had looked, she was watching a pain-slut hypnosis training session that looped so that it never appeared to end - It must have been why she kept pulling herself up to the top of the metal and letting her body slowly slide her pussy down the abrasive slant of metal. Other than the headset, a simple red leather collar, and a matching red ball-gag, she was otherwise nude!

A few orgasms later, the wife hopped off the poor restrained male - Leaving him a bit of a mess, and his balls just as blue, since he never was able to cum, but the dildo reaming his ass over and over had yet to stop - In fact, she turned up the thrusting speed! Still feeling frisky, and in a room full of auto-fucking machines, she wanted to try one herself - Everyone seemed to be enjoying them so much! Her eye caught a bicycle in the corner with a few doodads dangling off of it, but nobody was occupying it - Although she did pass other wonderfully bound people, and a few other machines to try out, this one looked the most interesting. When she first reached it, there was a small hook extending forwards from the handle-bars that held a VR headset with headphones, and a transparent red dildo sticking up a few inches in the middle of the wide, cruiser-style seat. Resting on the seat was a four-inch metal butt-plug that wasn't terribly wide, and had a flange of course, so it didn't go all the way in! What made the plug curious, was a small bundle of wires coming out of it - Similar with the VR headset - That all went down into the box the custom bicycle seemed to be built around. The pedals were almost three times the size of a regular pedal - Allowing for a large portion, if not the entire foot to rest on them, but they had a metal brace over the top of them, which meant no shoes due to size. The bicycle's frame was definitely stockier than a regular bike, as were the handle bars! The grips were shiny and black, about half the diameter of a soda can too, so they looked pretty comfy.

Peering around at all the other slaves that were either being sexually tortured, having the time of their life, or both! That's why they came here, wasn't it? To expand their sexual horizon? Stripping her remaining clothes off, she went for it! Leaning down while picking up the relatively slender butt-plug, she looked it over, and was surprised that it was glisteningly clean - She popped it in her mouth and lathered it up with saliva. Turning around, she closed her eyes and held her breath before sliding the plug in - Sighing softly and relaxing her best, allowing it to pop in fully, she murmured a soft moan. Kicking a leg over the frame, and shifting her body over until she was centered - She stuck her right foot on the correct pedal and slid it in until she was comfortable, then lifted herself up so she could lower back down, but with the dildo sliding up into her dripping cunt. Shivering a little from the sensation of being double-stuffed, she soon sank down until she was settled on the seat, and brought her left foot in to match her right. Grabbing the headset next, she pulled back the strap and slid it over her head - It was a surprisingly tight fit, but the surrounding area of the eyepieces was heavily padded, so it wasn't too uncomfortable. Putting on the headphones seemed to trigger the headset to start - On screen read, 'ONE WILD RIDE: BETA', and below the title were two pictures - On the left was a short gif of a pleasant beach scene with the instruction to grip the left handle first to select it, and on the right was a more rugged mountain gif, with similar instruction to grip the right first for that option.

Not feeling confident enough for the more intense looking mountain scene, she reached down and gripped the left handle - The screen confirmed it almost immediately, and the headphones played a vaguely islander sound clip to confirm as well. When it didn't start, she dropped her second hand and gripped the handle, which appeared to trigger the 'game' - The menu gently fizzled into a road that had a beach on the right, and a tropical forest on the left. It was pretty flat, and a semi-transparent miniature map of the total course appeared in the bottom left side of the screen, along with a blip of where she was on it - Not too many curves or anything dramatic. The words 'READY?' flashed on screen three times, then 'GO!' flashed on screen three times - Gentle beach sounds started right after the words left, the rolling waves washing up on shore, and back out, the wind jostling the palm trees and grass, but the wife's real focus was the fact that every down-stroke of a pedal equaled a thrust up into her pussy by the dildo she's mounted. As much as she expected that to happen, it was surreal to be visually riding some random tropical island road on a bike while said bike also repeated fucked you via your pedaling! A small chyron appeared, blinking red on either side with exclamation points, with the warning in the middle, 'Under pace, speed up' - Rolling her eyes and thinking nothing of it, she kept her pace. After about a minute of the warning not going away, and the semblance of an orgasm building, the plug suddenly shocked her anus! Immediately reacting, she tried to pull her hands away from the handle-bar grips, but it was like they were super glued onto them - Whining as the low, but still painful shock kept up, she hardened herself and sped up her pedaling. While this also meant the dildo was now gliding in and out of her just that much faster, it did silence the apparently e-stim butt plug! Her mind was definitely panicking now, since she couldn't remove her hands from the grips, but she found that her feet were stuck in the same way - Unable to budge an inch from where they were placed.

It appeared that initial warning was her only one, since every time she dropped pace, the butt-plug would shock her until she caught up - Given she was constantly making the dildo pump in and out of her, this became exhausting, especially after an orgasm brought on by the shocks. Calling out for help did nothing - She couldn't hear it over the atmospheric noises and gentle islander music being played through the headphones, but the room was as filled with moans, sexual noises, and mechanations as ever - Nobody appeared to be coming, at least not in the way that would help her, but even after a full lap around the island, the game simply reset the minimum pace to what she previously accomplished a full circuit in, and punished her if she dropped below its perceived speed-to-distance ratio - Worse yet, it felt like the shocks were increasing in power bit by bit every time. It was a profound sexual nightmare, and as much as she hated it, she was having intense orgasms like she had never experienced before. The growing worry was exactly how long this 'game' would last, or at least, how long would the adhesive keeping her trapped, last?

Her husband was about climaxed out, after his round with the rubber-puppy-girl they were first introduced to, and her surprisingly tight ass, he couldn't handle much more. He had long lost all of his clothes, and was now looking for his wife - Who he saw at the far end of the deep room, apparently having the time of her life! She was screaming out something incomprehensible, while pedaling like something was chasing her, but the dildo pummeling her pussy was quite obvious. Shaking his head, he decided to explore around a little bit while she had her fun - Not knowing she was trapped in sexual agony. There was a mostly-nude girl bumping around the far corner of the room opposite of his wife - Dressed in ridiculously high en-pointe red heels, firm-rubber red spherical mittens, and a black leather sensory deprivation hood with a bright red lipstick 'kiss' over the mouth area - A wide-band steel collar wrapped around her neck as well. Smallish breasts, but it matched her smaller frame well - She was the only apparent person not in some stringent bondage machine, and given everything around him, it was hard to not be aroused by. He thought he was truly done for the day sexually, until he saw her, and now he wanted that ass too! She was kind-of going in circles - There were machines and bondage devices all over the place, and being blind and deaf made things ten times harder in a room like this.

Bypassing both men and women in a wide variety of sexual states, the husband became increasingly aroused again, but a few steps short of the nude woman in the corner, the ground gave way. He dropped about 3 meters into something cold, wet, and very tight.

"OOOH~! My subject has finally arrived!" While the husband struggled, the guide nearly squealed out in delight and approached the man - He landed on a tall pile of pillows, but was completely encased in a giant clear-rubber tube, similar to a condom. It was too thick to penetrate with fingernails, physical force was laughable, and the husband had abandoned his clothes, so he was trapped in the buff inside a completely transparent rubber tube. "Rumour has it that your wife is ENJOYING a bicycle ride - Only, she has no idea when it will...END, and cannot leave for less than...MMMmmm....twenty-four hours, all the while keeping up a pace to avoid an electrically-charged butt-plug! Did I mention her pedaling drives a DILDO in and out of her sweet little cunt?! And she chose to MOUNT this contraption?! But enough about her! YOU! You are my subject. Your wife chose her FATE, but -I- get to choose YOURS!" The 'guide' followed this speech up with a weird amalgamation of laughter and moaning as he wrapped his arms around the man trapped in a rubber tube, gently humping him before being knocked back by a restrained punch. "Ohoho - Still a wee feisty? I'M OKAY WITH THAT! I earned it!" He cackled for a moment, "But if you insist on resisting today, then I shall see you tomorrow!" The guide patted the man on the ass, and walked away. Stopping at the door, and flicking all the lights on - The husband frantically looked around and saw what he could best describe as an empty room, other than the large pile of pillows he stood upon - The latex might've been transparent, but it was lubed inside, and still warped the vision of those inside the thick encasement. All attempts at assaulting the tube were null and void - It was loose and stretchy enough to absorb everything, but thick enough to avoid being cut, even if the nude man had anything he could try to cut with. Inside was too slick and narrow to climb, the bottom was enclosed and nearly impossible to even reach because of how tight the tube was - But it too was sealed quite tightly anyways, he'd only hurt himself trying.

His wife was on lap five by now - She was exhausted, and the only thing that kept her going were the electrical shocks. Multiple orgasms in, a giant 'PAUSED' interrupted the repeating tropical skyline, and the headset was pulled off with the headphones. "Ohh, my dear, you found our work in progress! Thank you for providing such critical input!" The guide tried to ease her, but it was no use, he was bombarded with a flurry of insults and insinuations, lawsuit threats too - All of which were earned! The guide interrupted her by popping a ball-gag into her mouth and quickly wrapping it around her head, which sent her into another muffled flurry of insults, but he kept a steady head, "Mhm, mhm, right, totally, but you've just added two more laps by being a disrespectful cunt. Myes~ that's what you are!" He pulled down the thrusting arm, locked it, and replaced the dildo with a larger, thicker version that was ribbed with rubber spikes - Unlocking it, and pushing it back up into her steadily leaking cunt. "IIIIIII do not expect you to enjoy this, buuuut, hopefully you will learn not to berate your Master!" The VR headset was replaced by the guide, as was the headphones, albeit quite difficult to do so due to squirming, but her sight and hearing were locked into the world - Along with the metal butt-plug shocking her until she made pace, which was a lot more difficult to do now with a thicker and more textured dildo. Thankfully the ball-gag restrained the screams as she went between being shocked, and a spiked dildo ramming into her, but the guide pulled one ear piece away, "Say 'thank you master', and I'll make it only one lap~" He replaced the earpiece and waited out the squeals and screams of the wife adjusting to the new dildo for a few minutes, but heard the pitiful, desperate grunts that he wanted to hear, 'ANK OUU AHSTER'. A little on-screen blip denoted the remaining laps from 2 to 1, but the pace remained the same. The guide smiled at her willingness, but he knew she was nowhere near willing - Each slave took a different time to break, but he had a home far away from society, and all the supplies and time in the world to break them.

Pulling over his favourite little rubber-puppy to his new project, he sat down on the back of the rubber-restrained girl and gripped her tail-plug again, popping the knot out and slowly thrusting the tail-plug toy in and out of her cute little latex-clad ass - All while watching the results of his new slave riding around some virtual tropical paradise, while sexually tormenting herself and trying to keep up with a pace she set herself, but needed to continually beat to avoid being shocked. "Y'know, I'm inna good mood! Does Daisy wanna cum? Huh? Does she? Does Daisy wanna cum?" He peered down at his makeshift seat, who he had been steadily sawing a tapered canine phallus in and out of their ass, but she was shaking her head and moaning, intermixed with a whine. She learned quickly to never accept gifts from her Master, he was a personified Monkey's Paw - You get almost exactly what you want, but will continue receiving it until he is done giving it, NOT when you are done wanting it. There was no way to warn or give this knowledge to the two new slaves, but they will likely learn...eventually.