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Very few people ever had the pleasure of making it to the top floor of the Gryphon's Den.

Though the racy nightlife of the first floor was too much for the average person to handle, the Gryphon's Den had anything but an average customer base, and they made sure to suit all needs, when it came down to it. The Member's Only lounge was filled with seedy characters that didn't feel the public dance floor suited their needs, and in such a place, almost all rules were left to the wind.

For those who preferred even greater privacy, VIP rooms were available, and though they weren't always used for sexual activity (indeed, some people went there just to take a break from the public eye,) that was believed to be their main purpose, and many believed that illegal activities occasionally took place in such rooms; people were sure they could get away with it, there.

If you were lucky enough to work at the club, however, or fell into the favor of the owner, you might be one of the truly fortunate few who ever made it to the top floor. Reserved only for the highest staff and private guests of the owner herself, legends swirled about the true nature of the top floor of the club and what was hiding up there, but those who were invited were sworn to secrecy, and whatever it was they were introduced to, it seemed that it was worth the cost of keeping quiet, as no one ever divulged what the top floor even looked like, much less what went on there.

Poor Suzanna thought that she was truly fortunate when she was first invited up to the top floor. Before she ever even made her way up there, she couldn't wait to tell her friends about everything that she saw, knowing that such an act might get her barred from ever making her way up there again.

Instead, she could barely string a rational thought together, as she became the latest victim of The Machine Room.

Padded floors illuminated by black lights gave an eerie glow to the infamous room, and walls decorated with black leather and red accents completed the feel of a room that carried a sensual, yet alarming mood to it. Once inside, an outer lock meant that you could only be released from someone on the other side of the door; escape was impossible, even if you were able to break out of your restraints.

Suzanna had no chance to do that. The large bondage cross in the middle of the room was her new home, and she'd lost track of the hours that she was bound to it. Just the bondage alone might not have been so bad, beyond being a little spooky, but her body was being tortured within inches of the breaking point, and thanks to the help of an advanced computer, she'd never quite reach it.

On a small table next to the cross, there was a computerized system, one that reacted to the pulses of both male and female bodies, to determine when orgasm was going to be achieved. Between Suzanna's legs was an implement on a piston, and no matter how tightly she clenched her inner muscles, she couldn't stop the deliciously pleasurable penetration...not until she was within seconds of her climax, and the machine, picking up on such, would always pull away just in time to leave her body buzzing, tingling with the promise of a release that was never quite allowed to materialize.

Dealing with such a sensation one time was maddening. Dealing with it multiple times over the course of an entire evening left Suzanna drooling against her gag, gasping and able to process only one logical thought...

How did this happen to me?

The evening started off with such promise that Suzanna never would have seen this coming. Her nude, abused figure was strapped into the cross, her eyes were blindfolded, and her muzzle gagged so that she couldn't even hope to beg for help. The machine was her only companion, and it existed only to torture her further, though her mind and body were reaching a breaking point.

Before all of that, however, she was just sitting at the bar with Serapha, discussing plans to expand what was already a large and successful club.

"You've got some wonderful ideas, Suzanna. I only wish that I could hire you on full time...it's a shame that you've decided to do your work on a contract basis."

A bunny with more brains than the average, and beauty enough to go around, Suzanna giggled at a complaint that she'd heard plenty of times before. "I like to keep my options open, Serapha, and I make a lot more money this way. If you could make me an offer that I couldn't turn down, I'd be extremely impressed."

Colors clashed at the bar as Suzanna, a bunny of pure and pristine white fur and sparkling blue eyes sat next to Serapha, a cat of the darkest, jet black fur. Her eyes of green, hypnotic swirls around feline irises kept whoever she was chatting with enticed, and even Suzanna, who hadn't shown much interest, couldn't pull her gaze from them.

"I'm doing fairly well for money, Suzanna, but I'm sure that isn't the only thing you're after. I understand that a sales rep with your level of qualifications can find work at any number of offices...and yet, you don't really seem to have any one workplace in mind. Do you just lack the motivation to get out of your current position?"

"Well, n-no, it's not exactly anything like that. I guess I just don't know exactly what I'd be looking for."

"Indecisive. That's a shocking trait for someone who can pitch a sale as well as you can," Serapha commented. The onyx feline tossed her dyed, purple headfur back slowly and took another sip of her drink, as she pondered the offer that was made to her by the rabbit. "Hot tubs in the club might not be such a bad idea, though. You've definitely peaked my interest, and I'm open to further discussion...if you'd like to grab a meal, perhaps?"

This was all par for the course for Suzanna, who was used to grabbing lunch or dinner with a client to help seal a deal. Even an expensive meal was little more than a drop in the bucket when she knew what kind of contract was at stake, and in this case, Serapha seemed to be offering to pay.

What Suzanna didn't expect was for the feline to be so amorous. Perhaps, she should have seen it coming, given the kind of establishment that she ran, but Suzanna was oblivious to it...until it was too late.

A nice, peaceful meal was followed by a few quick, aggressive glasses of wine, and just off of the main area of the public dance floor, Suzanna found herself pinned down to a chair by an eager feline...and her own inhibitions were melting away with each brush of their lips against one another. Delicate, feathering touches were replaced by a fiery dance of slick, eager tongues, and for how dedicated she was to her business ethics, Suzanna felt them becoming an afterthought as Serapha began feeling up every inch of her body through the tight, thin fabric of her pencil skirt.

The chair was keeping Serapha from her main goal, however, and it was pushed away as the dominant kitten pushed her prey up into the wall of the club. In such a place as The Gryphon's Den, it was a common sight, but the patrons still hollered and cheered as Serapha gave Suzanna everything that the poor, somewhat innocent bunny could handle.

It just so happened that Serapha was appealing to quite a twisted aspect of the busty bunny, and if not for her intuition, she might have missed it.

"I think I know what'll seal the deal for you," Serapha offered, as she kept Suzanna pinned tight to the wall. Eager paws squeezed on full, delicate breasts as the feline drew her tongue along the base of one of the tall, sensitive ears of the submissive bunny. "I've got a little something in my private offices that might tip the scales on this deal...if you'd be willing to give it a try? Something tells me you'll be really into it."

Just from their first meeting, Serapha could see the submissive streak in the otherwise forthcoming saleswoman, but poor Suzanna had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was having trouble resisting the feline who kept her pinned, and between her submissive nature and the multiple glasses of wine, she was sure that her panties were soaked so deeply that stains might be showing up on her skirt...

...She just couldn't say no, and she didn't want to.

Even when she saw the machine and the cross, Suzanna didn't back down, as the business deal took a back seat in her mind.

Now, she was on the verge of orgasm yet again, but as her thighs began to quake, the dildo attached to the end of a thin, metal rod slipped out of her cunt, and her slit sat open and pouting, trembling with the unbelievable need to reach a climax.

"So...just how does my miraculous machine make you feel, Suzanna?" Serapha asked. In the darkness of the room, it was easy to hide, and with Suzanna bound and blindfolded, Serapha could have been there the entire time, for all that she knew.

Finding the words to reply was a struggle for the tortured bunny, even when the gag was removed from her short, stout muzzle. "P...please...release-

"You're not going anywhere," Serapha replied, cutting the trapped rabbit off in the middle of what was already a staggering, struggling plea.

With the faintest shake of her collared head, Suzanna tried to speak again. "No, r-release...I need release!"

Tapping her chin for a moment and pretending she didn't get it, Serapha gestured at the ceiling with her index pawtip. "A ha! You mean that you need to have a release...awfully demanding out of someone who's basically a collar away from being my pet."

Every thought that managed to pass through Suzanna's mind was clouded, but she knew that if she didn't feel some sort of an orgasm soon, her body was going to start fighting back. She couldn't keep from twitching and squirming in her restraints, as the dildo lined up with her sex once again and slipped inside of her. A rapid pace kicked in as the fake cock speared her rapidly, and the molded sack at the base slapped into the underside of Suzanna's ass with each thrust, filling her long, sensitive ears with the simulated sounds of a rough, deep fuck.

Her eyes began to roll back under her blindfold as she felt some sense of relief; she didn't think that there was any way that she could hold back this time, even if the machine picked up on her internal clenching.

"The way you dressed...the way you looked at me, as if waiting for my answers and approval...that innocent little glistening in the pits of your irises...everything about you is just begging to be taken and broken, Suzanna. I could see it in you from the moment we first met, and I wasn't going to let such an opportunity pass me by!"

Taking control of the computer herself, Serapha stepped up to the controls and paused the machine, leaving Suzanna filled with a thick, impressive cock...but her body was frozen around it, and though her inner muscles fluttered upon it, she was left standing on the maddening edge once again, a mere touch from orgasm...but no such touch would be given.

"You want it that badly, Suzanna?"

"I n-need it..."

"Hm?"

"I need it!"

"Yes, I'm quite certain that you do," Serapha taunted her capture. "But that's not how things work around here. You don't make the demands... I do. If you want to get off so badly, you will agree to do anything I ask of you...and I do mean any little thing that my mind can come up with. Do you understand?"

"Y...yes..."

"Say it. Say you'll do anything."

Panting rapidly and nearly hyperventilating with her sexual frustration, Suzanna nodded against her restraints and cried out for her new mistress. "I'll do a-anything that you ask, Serapha! ANYTHING!"

With a quiet, simple click, Serapha set the machine back into motion. "Sounds like you had some fight left in you after all," she murmured, before leaning back to enjoy the show of the machine putting Suzanna through her paces. The massive, fake length inside of her began to pump again, this time shoving itself as deep as it could into the rabbit's body. Suzanna tried to clench against the fake cock, but it pounded right through her exhausted resistance until it poked at her cervix.

The feeling of that, and a light buzz from the electrical humm of the machine rumbling over her clit, was finally what she needed to go over the jagged, forbidden edge.

"Cumming..." Suzanna muttered, her voice drunk with satisfaction as her lips curled up into a wide, foolish smile, unable to control her own expressions or reactions. "N-never cum so...so hard...yes...I...ohgodohgodohgod...YES!"

Slapping against her body with such vigor that her overflowing, feminine arousal was scattered across the padded room, Suzanna only wished that she could buck against the machine as it finally brought her to a blessed orgasm. Her entire body shook and shuddered with a pleasure unlike any she'd ever known, and from the stiff nipples on her bouncing breasts, to the buzzing nub of her clit, all the way down to the tips of her footpaws, Suzanna was a trembling, orgasmic mess.

The padded floor truly was a blessing as Serapha released the defeated bunny, and without an ounce of strength left, Suzanna collapsed into the welcoming floor, still shuddering helplessly in the binding chains of her climax. Resting in a growing puddle of her own juices, she didn't even hear Serapha snap her pawtips and summon a couple helpers to carry her away.

"Take her to the cages," Serapha commanded to her assistants, as they lifted the exhausted bunny up in their paws, uncaring of what part of her body they touched in the process. "I hope you didn't have any plans this weekend, Suzanna...you're not done with your training just yet. We've still yet to fully break you."

Suzanna couldn't imagine what else had to be done to assure her obedience, but then again, she could barely think straight any longer, and her mind was still drowning in wave after wave of euphoric pleasure. Her tongue hung from the side of her muzzle as she was carried away by groping, devious paws, and despite what she'd just endured, she couldn't be sure if she was nervous for what the morning brought...or excited.