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 As it turned out, there were a few of the stainless steel doors set into
the wall, some in the floor, and some in the ceiling and the ones I could
open all held something different.  One had a wide (and I do mean wide!)
selection of 'toys', another held a flat panel display for various
'workstations' about the room, and yet another held a collection of
manacles, collars, handcuffs, shackles, and things that were hybrid
combinations of all of that.  I wasn't exactly sure just what some of those
things were they were so strange.  I shuddered to imagine what goings on
these items had been party to in the past and I imagined them possessing an
aura of the events they'd been involved in.

   Now I turned to the workstations and gave myself to trying to decipher
how a body fit into them and what, exactly, was meant to be accomplished
once a body was fitted into them.  One of them was sort of a complex thing
with a suspended chair and stirrups and weights and pulleys and boxes.  I
looked it over for a while to see if I could fathom its purpose and I
finally gave up and moved on.  The next workstation was a padded chair like
a dentist would have except with hinged metal belts for securing ones'
neck, hands, waist, and ankles.  The metal belts appeared to be
mechanically operated but I was unable to find any swtich for it.  It was
also the only workstation with a large drain right underneath it and, in
comparison to the rest of the room, it really wasn't remarkable at all. 
Then there was a sort of vaulting horse complete with a saddle and the only
odd thing about it was a funny stainless steel plate set into the saddle.
The vaulting horse also had stirrups of a sort, but they were odd looking
things, each of them a kind of slipper lined with soft fleece.  Another had
a more evident purpose, resembling the exam table at my gyno doctor's. 
Except my gyno doctor didn't have self-locking restraints on her exam
table. Interesting.

   There were a few places along the wall that were equipped with odd
devices that were clearly meant to secure a person in a most uncomfortable
position and, again, I shuddered with the thought of what uses they'd been
put to in the past.

   My modesty welled up on me in this disturbing room and I found myself
tying my top back on as I walked out and went to close the door.  For some
reason, the door wasn't going to move.  It was as if it suddenly just froze
in place.  I tried it a couple more times and finally said, "What-ever!"
and headed back out to the patio.  This time I left the boys alone and just
enjoyed another twenty minutes in the sun before I went in for the day.

   There was a thick, plush robe in the bathroom and I helped myself to it,
cinching it around my waist.  A studied glance out the window at the
breathtaking view, and then I made my way to the kitchen to make a pot of
coffee.  I soon had the comforting sounds of perking coffee to keep me
company and that was when I saw a door off the kitchen that Waldo hadn't
shown me.  I padded over and turned the knob and found a handsomely
decorated library.  There was a dark, hard wood desk, two red leather
chairs, and a collection of large books.  I drew one of the books from the
bookshelf and opened it to find some very intense pictures of women being
tortured and apparently raped.  I placed the book back where it belonged
and opened another.  Then another.  And another.  They were all the same.
Except for the one shelf that had several books about behavior
modification, psychology, and then a Physicians' Desk Reference on
pharmacopaeia.  I wondered what was up with all the books about women when
Waldo was gay?  What was his deal anyway?  Was he a flunked out doctor or
shrink?  I guessed it really didn't matter as long as I got paid at the end
of the month.

   I sat down in the chair at the desk and got nosy and slid out a drawer
to reveal a keyboard and a trackball mouse.  I merely tapped the mouse
wondering where the computer was when the desktop slowly flipped back and a
familiar flat panel display came up and lit as the hidden PC booted up. 
The computer must've been a good one as it was up and ready in less than a
minute.  The usual desktop icons were displayed and then there were a few
others that bore some exploring.

   "Workout routines" rated an inspection and it seemed to be a program for
some sort of exercise regimen.  I found different routines with names like
'Pony', 'Chair', 'Prisoner', and 'Invader' and the display also had a
'Perimeter Guardian', whatever that was.  I clicked on each program, found
the settings and turned them on and then waited as nothing happened. 
Finally I clicked out of 'Workout routines' and settled for playing 'Medal
of Honor'.  I got the game ready to go and then popped out to the kitchen
to fetch my coffee and then I spent a nice, lazy day killing Nazis.

   I played the game from beginning to end and was terribly surprised to
see the clock on the screen show 10:13pm.  I'd blown a whole day in this
house playing a stupid game!  It wasn't my usual thing, but I went to the
kitchen and got a yogurt out of the fridge and went out to the patio for
dinner before I gave it up and went to bed.

   My last issue of the day was whether I really needed to sleep in my
sweats tonight or just go raw?  When I pulled back the sheets and felt the
softest cotton you'd ever felt it was decided I'd go raw.  I don't even
remember falling asleep.

   Day Three +=+=+=+=+

   The morning came as if orchestrated.  The sunrise gently illuminated my
bed and the blue sky greeted my eyes as I woke up and looked out the
window. It was a pretty day and I decided to get up and enjoy it.  I
grabbed a thick, terry robe from the bathroom and went downstairs for my
requisite morning coffee.  I took a look at a panel and found the TV
control and turned it on.  In the living room I heard voices and walked out
there with my coffee and lazed about watching the Today Show.  There was
news about the latest something or other going in Crapistan or some other
pisspot country and I guess I sort of just zoned out and found my thoughts
returning to the dungeon.

   The weather came on and I fininshed my mug of coffee and just got up and
went to the dungeon as if drawn there.  My curiousity was on fire and I
have to admit that I had an almost voyeuristic urge to find out what went
on in there.  I touched the panel in the room and the lights came on and
then I also heard a few whirrings and buzzings as some of the workstations
came to life.  I recalled turning them on the night before and I supposed
that they must've been on standby waiting for someone to come into the
room.

   I walked around the room a bit and then found myself at the vaulting
horse.  I touched it and felt a mechanical buzz to it but, frustratingly, I
still couldn't fathom its purpose.  For reasons that still elude me, I
dropped my robe and got on the horse and expected it to be some sort of
horsey ride, like what used to be outside grocery stores when I was a kid.
I felt like Lady Godiva, naked astride her horse!  Well, except that
nothing happened.  I grabbed the pommel and tried to make it do whatever it
was supposed to do and still nothing.  Placing my feet into the
fleece-lined stirrups I still expected nothing to happen.

   Was I ever wrong.

   The first thing that happened was the heavy door to the room suddenly
swinging shut and audibly locking.  I tried to pull my feet out of the
stirrups and felt them tighten around my feet, locking me naked astride the
horse.  I was about to stand up in the saddle when my feet were steadily
pulled downward until my crotch was aching with the pressure of being
clamped to the saddle.  Then I discovered the purpose of the horse.

   The stainless steel plate set into the saddle was directly under my
pussy at this point and the ridge down the middle of it was pressed between
my pussy lips.  And it gave me the vibro-massage of my life!  I was so
damned embarrassed to be caught by this sex machine and I tried to get off
the damn thing with every ounce of strength in me!  I strained to lift my
feet or pull at the pommel and I got nowhere.  And then the vibrations
began to change frequency, going up and down for several minutes until one
frequency sent a chill through my body.  Amazingly, the machine stayed on
that frequency and I broke out in a sweat as I prayed it would
change...soon.  The intensity of the vibration increased and decreased with
what was a seriously unwanted arousal growing in my body.

   For ten, maybe fifteen minutes it went on and on until I finally
surrendered myself to the longest and most intense orgasm of my life to
that point.  It was all I could do to just hang onto the pommel as wave
after wave of the purest pleasure swept over me.  Time seemed to just end
as the machine knowingly pleased me.

   As I came to my senses I found myself soaked with sweat and my certain
other wetness soaked the now inactive horse.  The stirrups slowly loosened
and I pulled myself free.  Swinging off the horse I had a hard time
standing up.  I was still swooning from the prolonged intensity of the
sexual release I'd just endured.  I gathered the terry robe and staggered
to the door and tried to open it.  It was clearly locked and I remembered
it being far too robust for me to break it down.

   The computer control came to mind and I turned to look at it and maybe
use it to unlock the door.  All of the familiar displays were gone and four
new displays were now in place.  One was flashing the message, "COMPLETED".
It was labeled 'Pony'.  Chair, Prisoner, and Invader had a solid red
message displayed by each, "PENDING".  I looked to the bottom of the screen
and found another message: "Enter PASSWORD or complete workout program to
unlock door".

   Dread came over me as I realized I had turned on a workout routine.

   A good hour or so was wasted as I tried to guess the password and open
the door.  Reason came along and I realized the only way I was getting out
of this room in the next thirty days was to complete the workout routine
I'd inadvertently programmed last night.  I had no clue which one was
Prisoner and I didn't really want to discover what Invader did just yet so
I picked the obvious one, Chair.

   I hung up my robe and sat on the side of the chair, wondering if I
really wanted to go through with this.  It was the only way out, I
rationalized.  I laid back and as I rested my head on the neck rest the
collar predictably closed around my neck and secured snuggly, but not so
much that it choked me.  My wrists, ankles, and waist were likewise
comfortably secured.  I waited for a moment as I heard gurglings and
whirrings and familiar buzzings going on not just in the chair, but in the
wall next to me.

   The chair rose up and then lifted my locked form into a vertical
position as it simultaneously turned me to face the wall.  A panel opened
in the wall and I watched helplessly as a robotic arm unfolded itself and
brought its gun-like hand to my thigh.  It pushed into my flesh with a
comfortable pressure and then I screamed as it pushed a needle into my
skin. Very, very painfully, it injected me with something and I was
horrified wondering if it was heroin or some other awful thing.  The arm
then folded itself back up and retreated to its cabinet and before it was
gone my chair was back to its original position.  The spot on my thigh
where the injection had been made quickly dulled from a burning pain to
numbness.

   I was crying in fear now as I felt the seat of the chair fall away and
then the leg rest portion separated until my legs were spread at a ninety
degree angle.  My bare ass was hanging in midair and I was feeling not only
violated, but disturbingly vulnerable.  The chair vibrated from the
mechanical actions going on underneath me, actions that began to terrify me
with their unseen plans.  It's hard to describe just how helpless and
terrified I felt, all alone in this room having to play a part in some
twisted computer program just to get out of this room.

   Something poked at my ass and pushed, slightly, in different places
until it found my asshole and then it uncomfortably pressed into me, not
much, just enough to where I couldn't move my hips away or fidget the thing
out.  I guess I'd expected the Chair to be some version of the Pony with
its vibrator and I thought wrong.  I felt a warm liquid squirt into my ass
and then the something withdrew from me as more whirrings began.  The warm
liquid was dripping from me and as I wriggled my ass around I felt the
liquid to be sort of viscous and slippery, like maybe some sort of oil.

   I could clearly hear gurglings as a tank or reservoir of some sort was
being filled and then once the filling process was completed I heard the
mechanical sound of the chair moving some other dreadful thing around
underneath me.  The purpose of the lubricant that had been squirted in my
ass was revealed when my virgin ass was slowly and relentlessly penetrated
with something that seemed to get wider as it probed deeper into my body. I
screamed myself hoarse with terror and pain as it pushed deeper and deeper.
I felt it pass my hips and then it stopped.  Whatever it was, it had
speared me like a fish and I was acutely aware of the pressure of the thing
inside me.  I tried to get a little more comfortable but the thing almost
anticipated my moves and it maintained a steady pressure and presence
inside me.

   Gurglings began again underneath me and I heard something start with a
whine that indicated it was building up pressure or momentum...like a jet
winding up before takeoff.  The waist band around me loosened and I gave a
furtive effort at getting free before I realized the probe in my ass was
now holding me in place.  I wasn't going anywhere, but I wondered why the
waistband was suddenly, teasingly, loose.  My question was answered when a
warmth began to spread deep in my bowels.  The machinery underneath me was
humming along and the probe began to vibrate inside me with the onset of
the warm sensation.  It was actually pleasant for a brief time and then I
felt a slight pang of pressure with the warmth now spreading further into
me.

   I looked down at my belly and noticed that my trim figure was pushing up
a bit.  I thought that maybe my back was arched and I tried to relax it. 
No, it was relaxed.  I looked again and could swear my belly was getting
bigger.  Disbelief was swept away as I realized the Chair was filling me up
with some sort of warm liquid, but for what purpose?  This sure as hell
wasn't as much fun as the Pony and I had no damned idea what pleasure was
supposed to come from this horrible intrusion.  There was nothing I could
do but sit there while the vile machine mindlessly carried out its program
on me.  The discomfort of the liquid began to build and it felt like I had
the worst constipation of my entrie life.  I gave a push to try to expel
some of the liquid and the probe answered my effort with an immediate and
painful thrust into my ass.  The whine of what I now knew was a pump
increased in intensity and my belly swelled at an accelerated rate now.  It
was quite uncomfortable especially now as I could feel the nozzle inside me
furiously filling me like a water balloon.

   My skin strained and I saw myself looking almost pregnant from the
bizarre torture.  It was becoming a chore to breathe as the pressure in my
belly pushed up on my diaphragm.  I was sweating profusely.

   I was beginning to wonder if this thing was going to kill me when the
probe withdrew from my ass with a jerk.  My modesty held for a moment and
so did my ass.  I screamed as my poor, abused ass couldn't hold back the
flood inside me anymore and the entire contents of my intestines blasted
out my ass with a gush.  The splashing sound on the tile floor seemed to go
on forever.  Briefly, my nose recoiled from the odor and then the
ventilation in the room kicked on.  I heard a sound of water being sprayed
and felt the warmth on my exposed ass cheeks and then heard the stream play
about on the tile.  Clearly, it was cleaning up my mess.

   My belly was back to normal and I enjoyed a brief respite of relaxation.
The waistband tightened up again to clue me in that this part of my ordeal
wasn't ended just yet.  Fine.  The warm, fresh air relieved at least part
of my suffering and my sweaty body began to feel chilled.  The warm water
inside me had raised my temperature and now I was cooling off.

   I tensed when the sound of gurgling and the probe moving about signalled
the beginning of round two.  The discomfort of the probe entering my ass
was much less this time and it was a combination of my knowing what was
happening and my body still being accustomed to the thing being inside of
me.  The whole process repeated itself with the waistband loosening, my
belly being distended from the volume of warm water inside of me, and then
the automated cleanup process following at the end of the treatment.  Since
I wasn't quite so terrified this time it wasn't so bad.  Actually, it was
kind of pleasant in a weird sort of way to feel so clean inside.

   The whirring underneath me indicated that a third probing was going to
take place and I readied myself for the inevitable intrusion into my body.
Predictably, the probe slipped up into me except that this time I heard a
slightly different sound for the pump mechanism.  The waistband stayed
secure this time so I didn't expect another enema treatment and I frankly
expected something low-key this time.  I felt the squirting sensation
inside me as I was being filled again with another warm liquid and then it
stopped.  It wasn't a lot of liquid compared to the first two treatments so
it wasn't distressing at all.  The probe didn't withdraw this time and it
remained inside me, plugging the new liquid in my body.  Five, maybe ten
minutes went by as I wondered what this was all about and then I felt
myself swept by a wave of euphoria.  My body completely relaxed and my
senses became highly acute.  Sounds, sight, the taste in my mouth, the
feeling inside me, all of it was suddenly amplified as if a swtich had been
flipped inside me.  It was like wallowing in the afterglow of a great
orgasm.  The feeling intensified and I soon felt the world slipping away. I
didn't care as consciousness fell from me and a dark, pleasant warmth
enveloped me.