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 Cheryl was having the time of her life.  She'd gotten the idea from Mara's
time in the Box two weeks ago, and it had taken her every day since to
convince Ellen it could be made acceptable for the shop.  Her original idea
had been shut down immediately.  Ellen hadn't been happy with Matt Tor
pushing the rules by modeling his cock unto a pair of dildos and screwing
Mara with them.  If it had been anyone but him she might well have put a
stop to it, perhaps even revoking their VIP access.  As it was, she wasn't
about to allow something similar on a grander scale.  So, when Cheryl had
first proposed having herself bound into a light-box and allowing customers
to fuck her remotely via simulated copies of themselves, Ellen had outright
dressed her down.  It had been only the second time any of them had ever
witnessed the even-natured and often mischievous woman do so to any of her
employees, even the newbies who ultimately didn't make the cut.

   On further consideration, Cheryl had to agree that she'd been woefully
out of line with the original concept.  Ellen's Delights was not a
whorehouse, and its employees were not prostitutes.  Offering up one of the
shop girls for people to screw, however remotely, was very much a violation
of the shop's standards.  In truth, when she'd had time to consider it in
cold-blood, she found that she wasn't even completely comfortable with the
idea.  While the fantasy of a gangbang had often thrilled her, a few wild
parties here at the store were the closest she'd ever come to participating
in one for good reason.  Namely, that she really didn't want to have sex
with a bunch of strangers.

   So, after she'd gotten over the shock of being chewed out by the boss,
she'd worked together with Tink and Mara to make a number of tweaks to the
original plan.  With their help, she'd brought the concept much more into
the range of the hard limits Ellen set for the store.  Mission
accomplished, they'd taken it back before the boss, all three of them
meeting with her in hopes she'd not dismiss it outright.  She hadn't, and
after she'd looked it over carefully, they'd gotten approval.  Indeed,
she'd even added her own tweaks to the idea, making into a much bigger
production and draw than they'd originally dreamed.

   Which is how Cheryl found herself in this highly pleasurable
predicament. She was spread out, facing up, on a padded bench, body held at
a 35° angle to the floor.  Her legs were lifted out from her body, slightly
bent at the knee, and spread nearly to the maximum comfort level of her
admittedly flexible body.  Said legs were held forcibly in that position by
lightly padded metal struts that swung out from the body of the bench she
laid on.  Meanwhile, her arms were stretched out above her on the bench,
bolted down firmly over her head with a thick metal cuff.  As the entire
structure was in the dead center of the store, and all other displays had
been shifted back or sideways in a circle around her, her entire naked from
was on full display to anyone in the building.

   Which didn't mean they could reach her.  Portable force screens had been
placed in a circle around her, every bit as transparent as glass, but very
good at preventing anyone getting too close.  Of course, that didn't mean
they had no means of interacting with her.  No, indeed, there was several
ways, all of them tied to the rest of the hardware inside the force screens
with her, and in some cases also inside her.

   For she was not merely naked and on display, oh no, nothing nearly so
simple as that.  For starters, the nipples of her voluminous E-cup breasts
were visibly wired to a device on her left.  Said device was a neural
stimulator which could use the small metal wafers stuck to her skin to
simulate nearly any sensation her entire breasts, not just her nipples,
were capable of feeling.  There were more subtle versions, of course, Tink
often showed the high end models off in some of her workshops.  This
lower-tiered model had been chosen purely for its visibility.  Traveling
down her body, between her spread legs, were the objects that most would
have noticed first.  They were dildos, dildos that were very clearly
attached to powerful thrusting machines.  The larger, by a considerable
amount, was a 10-inch, luridly purple monster that was currently firmly
buried in her forcibly spread pussy.  The smaller, but still hardly tiny,
was a 7-inch affair that was similarly buried in her ass.  If one were able
to focus beyond this sight for a moment, they would also notice the
transparent clit pump latched onto her magic button.  Moving back up, as a
last touch, there was a small red ball-gag that only half-silenced the
screams and moans forced from her when some or all of the devices were
active.  Her entire form glistened with perspiration, long brunette hair
fanning in a halo around her head.  It was truly an awe inspiring sight. 
Enough so that they'd had trouble with people wanting to record it,
something generally against the shop's policy.

   The machines currently silent and inactive inside or on her could be
animated to action in any one of three different ways, four if you included
her coworker's occasional meddling.  First, was the orgasm bar being
projected onto a screen behind her.  The digital bar moved whenever someone
purchased something, and when the bar filled the machines would work her
through a random fifteen-minute cycle calculated to force her into a
spectacular climax at its culmination.  That bar was the most brutal of the
available methods as, if it was reached multiple times in an hour, it would
add five minutes and an additional orgasm to the next cycle.  So far the
record for the day, during a small rush, had been the bar filling four
times, resulting in a total of five powerful peaks over a thirty-five
minute period.

   The next method for bringing her pleasurers/tormenters alive was the
trio of booths set up in different parts of the store.  Each booth
contained a hi-tech sex bot of each gender.  Customers could buy, or by
various means earn, time in the booth with the bots.  When they were
finished, the pleasure they gave the bot would be calculated, then Cheryl's
devices would start up and duplicate the determined amount of pleasure onto
her.  Sometimes that would force her through multiple-orgasms, other times
it would leave her hanging, unsatisfied and desperate for release.

   The third method was, as typically was the case with these demos,
restricted to their VIP clientele.  Said clientele could simply sign in at
the control panel directly in front of her and be granted unlimited time to
manipulate the controls, so long as it didn't infringe on time earned by
the other two methods.  This was also the method open to her coworkers,
except that they could also access the controls from any of the shop's
computers or wireless devices.  The VIPs that had visited had been a mixed
bag, some nearly brutal in their ministrations, others delicate but
satisfying.  The last, absent only a few minutes now, had been almost
clinical, slowly driving her to a trio of peaks with a nearly maddening
methodic discipline.  Somehow, despite the climaxes, she still felt a bit
unsatisfied by that specific experience, though the day overall had been
wonderful.

   She'd been strapped in for nearly eight hours now, with only a pair of
breaks for nourishment and satisfaction of the need to pee.  She didn't
know how many times she'd cum.  There was a tally on the board behind her,
but she had no way of seeing it.  She knew it had read twenty-three when
she'd last had a break, but that was three hours ago now and she'd lost
track again since then.  She ears caught a soft noise behind her and her
eyes widened, the orgasm bar had just filled again, for the third time that
hour.  A quick glance at the clock, barely visible out of the corner of her
vision, showed there were only minutes left until the next hour started. 
Why wouldn't someone have waited?

   She got her answer when the time ticked over and she heard the soft
chime again almost immediately.  Someone had waited, but had calculated
their purchase to add as much time, and as many orgasms, to the cycle as
they could.  She instinctively tried to lick her lips in apprehension but
met only the ball-gag.  Her mind was willing, but her body was nearing its
limits, she might have to pull the plug after this one and let Amber take
over.  Thankfully, there was a small button concealed on the inside of her
wrist bindings for just that purpose.  She frowned internally, almost
pressing it before the cycle could start, but decided to ride this one out.
The customer had intended it to be her after all, not Amber, and had spent
a small fortune to pull it off.  She stilled, waiting to see what the
randomizer had come up with this time.

   There was a faintly audible whir and the purple monster splitting her
began a slow withdrawal.  It reached only the halfway point before abruptly
reversing, plunging viciously back in to the hilt.  Her back arched in
unconscious reflex, body spilt between the instinct to flinch in surprise
and desire the for more.  A spike of searing ice pricked her nipples, only
to be soothed away almost as it happened by the ghostly touch of a warm
hand.  A hand which then faded in turn.  She gasped, then moaned, then
murmured incoherently as the clit pump fired for nearly a minute.  As the
pump released her, both her impalers began a slow thrust in counterpoint,
one pressing in as the other pulled out.  A soft phantom tickle brushed her
breasts, avoiding her nipples but slowly tightening to circle her large
areola.

   The set of stimulation held for several minutes, the only change the
slow build of speed from the dildos thrusting into both holes.  Then the
anal toy abruptly hilted and began a strong vibration, while the purple
monster began picking up speed at a much faster rate.  Her nipples were
suddenly dipped in hot wax and her breathing deepened, her already
exhausted body pulling in deep breaths as it tried to deal with the
sensations.  Her heaving chest threw off little droplets of sweat, and some
part of her noted purple at the edge of her vision with alarm.

   That part was lost to the haze of building pleasure as the feeling of
hot wax altered to an impossibly cold pair of lips on each nipple.  She
cried out through the gag, weakly thrashing as she neared the edge.  The
anal toy stopped vibrating, slowing her ascent to the peak.  At least,
until it began thrusting in time with its companion, their dual, forceful
thrusts physically moving her slightly in her restraints with every deep
penetration and withdrawal.  The phantom lips on her nipples warmed and
tongues joined them.  It was too much and she came explosively, the climax
wringing the last strength from her sweat-drenched form.  Only the machines
didn't stop, and she dimly remembered she had another ten minutes and two
climaxes to go.

   Her sluggish mind tried to remember how to stop the machines, but her
body found strength from somewhere as the clitoral pump revved to life
again.  She arched into the feeling, body visibly quaking in exhaustion. 
The larger dildo coring her pussy sheathed completely and began vibrating
at high power, the anal toy joining a moment later.  She whimpered, and
felt the sensation of a hard bite on one nipple and a flicking tongue on
the other.  Her battered body fell over another edge and her vision
blurred. In a moment of clarity she feared the next climax and tried to
fumble the cut-off, but her hands wouldn't obey.

   The toys began to move and almost she almost cried, but then blessed
relief came as they withdrew completely.  There were hands on her now, and
a voice in her ear.  Mara's voice.

   "You're alright Cheryl.  Your vitals are strong, it's just overworked
muscles.  They couldn't handle that specific program at this point."

   Indeed, Cheryl's vision was fine now, and her mind rapidly clearing. 
Her muscles were a bit sore, but even they were rapidly recovering some
strength.  Mara removed her gag and Cheryl worked her jaw around.  When she
was certain it would obey her she set her mouth in a determined line and
whispered to her sometime-dommie.  "Then I still have another one to go."

   Mara looked at her, clearly startled.  She stared for another moment,
glanced at the board behind Cheryl, and chuckled.  "Well, that would make
it an even forty, so I suppose it's okay.  I'll run the program by hand
though, to keep it gentle."

   The other woman disappeared for a moment, and Cheryl took long, deep
breaths, strength returning to her quickly.  All of Ellen's girls were in
insanely good shape, it was a requirement.  As she lay there and took stock
of herself, she realized that it hadn't been true exhaustion at all but
merely the effect of too much effort in a burst.  Like attempting too many
reps on a fourth or fifth set of exercises.  It made sense, she'd cum
several times right before the new cycle, and the restraints hadn't let her
truly rest completely in hours.  She turned her head to look as Mara
returned with one of the shop's handhelds.

   The redhead looked her over, then nodded again.  "Alright, on your
stomach.  No point in putting you back in the restraints."

   Cheryl obeyed, flipping, grateful that her muscles were answering her
call again.  Mara had removed the neural wafers, and the warm, slick
padding felt good on her nipples as her weight pressed them into the
surface.  She felt Mara align the penetrators, but was surprised when she
felt the first one come forward.  It was a different toy, smaller but with
forking rabbit ears to capture her clit.  Her opening hadn't recovered yet
from the monster toy and the smaller one slid in easily, the rabbit ears
gently slotting her button between them.  A light vibration sent a powerful
jolt through her.  With the pump on, she'd felt no direct stimulation of
her clit all day.  It was hypersensitive and even the low thrum from the
rabbit was making her squirm.

   A solid smack to her ass caused her to still, and a second new toy
pressed against her rosebud.  This one wasn't a machine at all.  She felt a
gentle hand guiding the delightfully cool glass as it pressed into her, a
series of ridges in increasing size penetrating her rear passage with
deliberate slowness.  The final, widest part of the toy was considerably
larger than what she'd used all day and left her will a pleasant feeling of
fullness quite different from the purple monster she'd had buried between
her folds before.

   Moments after it hilted, it cooled, not to ice, but a simple refreshing
chill that treated her overheated body to amazing relief.  Trust Mara for
such deft touches, was all she could think, before the vibration from the
rabbit increased in tempo, properly beginning her climb to another summit.
For a few heartbeats that was the only change, then Mara began pulling the
anal toy out, slowly popping each ridge through her anal ring.  A burst of
pleasure followed each one, then Mara pressed it back in more roughly,
triggering the machine to begin thrusting the other toy at the same time.

   Cheryl released a needy moan, pressing back into the toys now that she
was no longer restrained.  A fire lit in her as she realized that fact. 
She could participate now.  She half expected another swat to still her,
but Mara allowed it, and she pressed back even more eagerly against the
next automated thrust.  Mara had released the anal toy, fully buried in
her, and now it began a low vibration of its own.

   Her next backward thrust was cut short as she felt Mara's weight settle
on her lower back.  Then the most delightful, sinfully blissful sensations
started as the redhead began working the knots out of her shoulders. 
Cheryl moaned wantonly, the sweet relief of the massage far more powerful
than even the rabbit ears tickling her clit with every thrust.  Her fiery
desire for completion nearly died as she turned to jelly, but relit as the
gifted hands shifted to working the sides of her weight-compressed tits. 
She bucked up into Mara, getting a chuckle and hands sliding under her
farther in response.  They found her nipples and pinched, rolled, and
pulled, the presence of physical sensations much better than the phantom
feelings from before.

   Cheryl's eyes closed as she mewled out her desire, then she stiffened
for a moment as another hand touched the toy in her ass.  Mara leaned
forward and whispered, "Just Amber," and she relaxed.  The toy began
another slow journey out, then in, and the pace of the thrusting machine
increased.  She was breathing deeply again, her body well on its way to
that last peak.  A hand, presumably Amber's, lightly caressed her upturned
ass before delivering a harsh smack.  She cried out, in excitement rather
than pain, feeling the burst of pain as pleasure in her current state. 
Another, harder swat and she nearly came, a third and she lost it, howling
her climax into the bench as she bucked with all her recovered strength,
nearly throwing Mara from her perch.  A fourth swat altered her pitch and
elongated her peak, sending aftershocks ripping through her body before she
finally collapsed, panting.

   She heard clapping and, with an effort of will, managed to turn to the
source.  A grinning Matt Tor was standing just outside the force screens,
now giving her a thumbs up.  Oh, of course he'd been the one to make the
purchase.  She was glad he seemed happy with that final performance, she'd
been trying to seduce him for ages.  Not very hard, since it would probably
cause a conflict at work, but still.  She smiled weakly at him as Mara
crawled off her, then she rolled off the bench and unto shaky feet.  A
startled burst of pleasure and pain at the action reminded her that the
anal toy was still embedded, though the machine had withdrawn.  She
shrugged, winked mischievously at Matt, and bent over, facing away from
him, to remove it.  When she looked back up he was shaking his head in
amused appreciation.  He waved, bowed slightly, then turned away, heading
back to the shop's counter for his purchases.

   She smiled a bit sleepily, then turned to help Mara strap Amber into the
display.  There was still another five hours to closing time, after all

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