The machine soon grew still, the motors drawing to a halt and allowing her thoughts to reassemble until Sarah remembered she was human. She was panting uncontrollably, her joints aching from being twisted in this awful position and straining against the bonds. There was no fighting it, she was going to be made to c*m over and over. She couldn't fathom why this was happening. Why did such a machine even exist? Could it have been sent to her in error, intended to satisfy the kink of some rich masochist? The package had her name on it though. Worse still then, someone might have targeted her specifically to be ensnared by this devious trap. Perhaps they liked the idea of her being dominated and forced to c*m against her will. Perhaps they liked more than the idea and were somehow watching. Sa
