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Subject: {ASSM} Future Sex Tech Story -- Needles (F/solo, BDSM, Tort, WS SciFi)
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FST stories contain elements of SciFi. They are about sex in the
future, but not any specific time in the future.

This story is copywrited by XtremeInk.  Don't try this at home.  Oh,
and it's fantasy, so don't go all bible thumping on me.

Future Sex Tech -- Needles

Trisha's brow furrowed as she checked out the last few settings on the
computer. Everything looked right. There were no glitches that she
could see, and since it was her ass on the line if something screwed up
well... honestly, it would only cost her money, but it was a fair
amount of cash, and she didn't want to lose it.

She squirmed in her seat, feeling how hot and sticky her pussy had
gotten as she'd gone over the hardware and software one last time. She
was going to wait until this afternoon to use it, and the excitement
and anticipation were really getting to her. Resolutely, she got out of
her chair, and went downstairs to get something to eat. A light lunch
was in order -- nothing too heavy, she didn't want to get sick later --
but she didn't want to pass out either.

Finally it was time, and Trisha's heart was beating hard as she thought
about what was going to happen to her today. The experience was going
to be exquisite, that was for sure, but she'd never gone this far
before. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too far, but if it was, well, there
wasn't much she could do to stop it.

She stretched and looked at her nude body in the mirror, liking what
she saw. Now-a-days, few people didn't -- not with bio-sculpting
becoming so popular, and hence, somewhat affordable. It was still
frowned on by the CCCP, the Christian Conservative Coalition Party, a
party that was very powerful in Congress, but they didn't control
everything. Yet.

She thought about the enhancements she'd had made to her body.
Enhancements were different than bio-sculpting, and they had been all
but outlawed in this country, much as abortion had been when the CCCP
had gained so much power in the US. But you could still have it done in
Europe, and a lot of women did. It wasn't illegal to have had it done,
it was just illegal for anyone to do enhancements -- especially sexual
ones -- in the US. Of course, there were a lot of places Stateside that
would still do it -- if you were very rich. Likewise, there were
places, underground shops, where you could get it done as well -- if
you wanted to risk having your body badly damaged. It was the same with
all sexual services (like birth control, abortion and sexual education
for teens), thanks again, to the CCCP.

Trisha hadn't changed her looks -- much. She'd gotten a sexual
enhancement package, which included a fair number of internal and nerve
ending changes. Her nipples were now quite sensitive to stimulation and
she could actually orgasm from having them played with, and she'd had
them enlarged a fair amount. Her breasts, which were a modest 'B' cup,
she'd left alone, other than enhancing their ability sexually stimulate
her when they were played with.

She'd had the hair on her legs and pussy lips bio-adjusted so that it
didn't grow anymore. She'd been undecided about doing that to her
armpits, since -- as socially unacceptable as it was (after all, only
Lesbians grew underarm hair, and being a Lesbian was grounds for
psychiatric 'adjustment'), it wasn't illegal and she thought that it
was pretty sexy. She hadn't grown hers yet though, and might never,
since the last thing she needed was a CCCP agent from Homeland Security
knocking on her door.

Her pussy itself was now far more sensitive than it had been. Her
entire tunnel was as sensitive as her outer pussy lips had been before
the enhancement. It was tighter too -- at the extreme end of the range.
Now, a normal sized penis (read, about six inches) felt very large. Her
cunt could still take a large cock -- and she preferred them -- but it
was pretty uncomfortable. To help with that, her glands now produced a
lot of cunt juice when she was excited. Her scent had been enhanced,
since unlike the Americans who tried to hide a woman's scent with
perfumes and bio-fixes, the Europeans had discovered that a woman's
scent, when she was excited, was usually a big turn-on for not only her
partner, but herself as well. That included the scent from under her
arms -- something that most American's had eradicated in their early
teens.

Her g-spot had been slightly enlarged and she could cum -- hard -- from
having it stroked. Her clit had always been sensitive but she'd had it
enhanced anyway. It was slightly larger and, with the painful suction
treatments she often inflicted on herself, super sensitive. Too
sensitive to directly stimulate it. She'd done that on purpose though,
since when she was tied and helpless, and her clit was played with, her
orgasms were out of this world. Since her sex drive was amped up to be
about twice what it normally was, she was always horny, and sometimes
just wearing tight panties was enough to make her orgasm. She'd gotten
good at hiding it, but it was always a mess to clean up afterwards. She
didn't mind that though; it was a small price for the pleasure she
received daily.

Today though, today was all about something she was sure she craved --
pain. Thinking about being helpless to stop pain from being inflicted
on her body made her wet, and the machines and programs she'd built
would be her first real foray into this experience. She hoped that
she'd judged her limits and desires correctly. If she hadn't, she had a
panic button that would stop the programs and the machines, but at a
cost: Once she activated the fail safe, more than half of her savings
would be transferred into a PAC fund that helped to re-elect CCCP
members. And she hated the CCCP with a passion, so she'd have to be in
dire straights before she'd pull the plug on today's entertainment by
using her safety switch.

Trisha walked away from the mirror and into her small, private dungeon.
It was the perfect room for it since it was located in the middle of
her house. There were no windows, and no outside walls, which was good,
since the Patriot Act, Version 3 allowed IR and signal monitoring of
any home at random. IR wouldn't penetrate this far and the room was
shielded (she'd done that herself) so none of the wireless
communications from her devices would be picked up. Likewise, the
computer in this room had no connection to the Internet. If it had, it
would be required by law to carry monitoring hardware and software so
that what sites she visited could be reported to the CCCP Child Safety
Committee. They monitored all personal computer traffic for any hint of
kiddy porn, which meant any sexual interest in, or sexual conversations
with a person under the age of 21. It also meant any writing, drawing
or picture containing a person, real or fictional, who was under
twenty-on. And, of course, they monitored for any hint of terrorist
activity.

Trisha looked around the room, sighing with happiness. Here, she could
indulge herself. She wished it was like the old days where she could go
online and find someone else who was interested in BDSM, but along with
all other sexually deviant behavior, it had been outlawed. Being found
practicing BDSM meant life in prison for the Dominant and Personality
Repair for the submissive.

It had taken her a lot of searching to get information on BDSM. It
could still be found -- if not easily -- and she'd gotten most of it
when she was in Europe. She'd made most of the toys herself, and since
she figured it was unlikely she'd ever find a partner to indulge her
lusts with, she'd become very good at building and programming
machines. Well, she hoped she'd gotten good at it. Today was the first
time she was going to abandon herself to her desires, and if she'd
fucked up... well, the results could be bad in more than just monetary
ways. Trisha didn't care. Her body craved rough treatment and she
needed sex every day. She saw today as a way to begin to fulfill her
darker desires.

Trisha fitted the head band snuggly around her forehead, making sure
the contacts were in the right place. It had taken her weeks to program
the computer to recognize when she was just about to have an orgasm.
This was important, since she had denied herself one for two days and
she was climbing the walls. If all went well, she'd be having a really
super one later -- after her program of torture ran its course. As it
was, her machines would stimulate her right to the razor's edge of
cumming, then back off.

She didn't know the exact timing of anything that was going to be
happening to her today. Everything was set on random -- within the
parameters she'd set, of course.

For instance, for the first segment of her ordeal, she'd be sexually
stimulated for somewhere between fifteen minutes and forty-five minutes
-- but denied an orgasm. Then for somewhere between three and four
hours, she would be tortured with needles and electricity. There would
be a break for sexual stimulation for one minute, one time each hour.
After her torture was finished, she would be sexually stimulated again
for five minutes only. If she came, she'd be released. If not, while
she wouldn't be tortured with pain, for the next hour she'd be
stimulated almost to orgasm, but ultimately denied. Then she'd be
released to do what she wanted, and she knew from experience that no
matter how horny she was, it might be hours before she could have an
orgasm after a session like that. That was a torture all its own.

She did one last check of the machinery, then realized that she was
stalling. She debated using the bathroom -- she had to pee pretty bad
-- but decided against it. No doubt, she'd lose control of bladder
several times today, but that just added to her arousal.

Finally, she sat down in the wooden chair. The seat had a hole in it,
and wasn't very comfortable, but it allowed complete access to her
cunt. And after all, this wasn't about her being comfortable. She set
her feet on the cool metal plate, then ran the leather straps over them
to hold them in place. When she finished, she could wiggle her toes
just a little, but that was about it.

Next came a leather strap around her ankles, then above and below her
knees. Another one, above her thighs, held her tightly to the seat of
the chair. Then, she put a wide belt around her middle, and tightened
it very tightly. It cut into her belly and made it hard to breathe.
Soon, the position that she was going to be in would make it even
harder to breath.

Trisha picked up a type of ring gag from where it rested on the floor,
and strapped that on. It held her mouth uncomfortably wide open -- too
wide to easily swallow -- and sealed to her lips. Then, she put her
arms behind her back, and started wiggling into the single sheath that
was waiting there. Once she could grasp the small control box at the
bottom, she knew she was ready to go. Taking a breath, she pressed the
button.

The first thing that happened, was the straps on the sleeve began to
tighten, using magnetic catches. These straps went under her armpits,
and were reeled in, pulling the sheath up until it was well past her
elbows. Once it was snug, the other straps started to tighten up, until
her arms were held together from elbows to wrists. It was pretty tight
and pretty uncomfortable, but she still found it exciting.

Once the sheath was tight, and her arms were immobile, an overhead
winch started up, pulling her arms up and forcing her to bend over.
 From below her, a rod with a ball at the end of it rose until it was
nestled between her cunt lips and resting on her clit. Then it began to
buzz. She moaned, knowing that her ordeal had begun.

She didn't know how long that part lasted. Trisha was lot in a haze of
sexual need and denial. As programmed, every time the computer sensed
she was close to an orgasm, it backed off the stimulation so she
couldn't cum. It happened again and again, so many times she lost
count. The heat in the room began to build. It had already been
eighty-five degrees when she started, and, for the length of her
torture, it would rise about five degrees and hour, finally topping off
at over a hundred degrees. Not only that, but the humidity controls had
been set to max and she was dripping sweat.

Some time during her pleasure torture (as she thought of it), a dildo
had moved forward on a rod and started pushing into her mouth. It was
as thick as the ring that held her mouth open, and long enough to gag
her when fully inserted. Once it was fully seated, and flange at the
base sealed to the outside of the ring, so that nothing could escape
from her mouth. That would become important later.

Finally, as she sat there, bent over and panting, she realized that the
rod had retracted from between her legs. Now, she knew, the pain would
start. She wished she knew how long it would last, but, after all, that
was part of the torture.

Although she couldn't see them, Trisha knew that six rods with magnetic
clamps on the end of them were moving towards her pussy lips. Soon
enough she felt them, felt the clamps close tightly on the lips of her
cunt. Two clamps attached at either end of each of her outer cunt lips,
and two more attached to her inner lips. The ones on her inner lips
clamped them together at the top and the bottom. Then the rods began to
retract, pulling her sensitive cunt lips with them.

Her outer lips were pulled down and away from her body, and the inner
lips were pulled straight down. It wasn't uncomfortable, in fact, she
liked the feeling a lot, but her lips were pulled pretty tight.

She wondered what would happen next. It could be any one of several
things. The dildo chose that moment to thrust deep into her mouth. She
gagged, but didn't puke, which was good, since there was nowhere for it
to go. If she didn't want to drown, she'd have to swallow that, and
that thought disgusted her. The cock continued to thrust, sometimes
deep and sometimes not, when she felt the first of her real tortures
begin.

She felt the pain of a sharp prick on her right outer cunt lip, and
knew that the first of the hooks was sliding through her flesh. She
moaned in pain as her super sensitive pussy lip was slowly pierced in
two places by hooks. Her left cunt lip was next, then finally, two more
hooks pierced her inner cunt lips. They were as sensitive as her clit
had been before she'd gotten it enhanced. She could orgasm just by
having her inner lips licked, sucked and stroked, and it was believably
painful to feel the hooks slowly pass through her skin.

Her arousal, which up until this time had been almost out of control,
quickly lowered. It was odd though, because in her mind, she was still
sexually excited by the torture she knew was going to be inflicted on
her body.

She could smell the scent of her cunt and her sweat. It was a heavy,
musky smell and it aroused her as well. She groaned when the clamps
released her cunt lips and they were being held in position by the
hooks. Slowly, pulses of electricity started to shoot through her
pierced lips. It was more painful than she'd imagined, but somehow, it
also stimulated her. The wires attached to the hooks began to retract,
just a little, stretching her cunt even farther. They wouldn't go far
enough to actually rip the hooks out, but those brand new holes would
be stretched, causing her to bleed and increasing her pain. The cock
pushed deep in her mouth again, then drew back. Suddenly, her mouth was
filled with a stream of hot, bitter, salty liquid. It tasted awful, but
she had no choice but to swallow it.

For the last week, she'd been saving her piss. She had been pissing
into a bowel, then heating it up and boiling off some of the water to
condense the urine. Then, she saved it in a jug. There was an entire
gallon, and it was the only thing she would be drinking for her entire
ordeal. No matter what she wanted, an entire gallon of her concentrated
piss would end up in her belly.

Trisha groaned again, as the shocks to her pussy increased. There was a
button in her hand which, when pressed, would stop the shocks and
release some of the tension on the hooks. But when she pushed that
button, the next stage of her torture would be activated, and he knew
it would hurt as much or more as what she was feeling now. Still,
eventually she would have no choice, and she knew it. The pain in her
cunt would grow to be too much and she'd push the button.

Finally it happened. The shocks and constant pull on her delicate lips
became too much for her. She clicked the button and the shocks stopped
and the tension on the wire lessoned, a little anyway.

She yelped as she felt the first prick on her foot. Under each foot
were one hundred carefully placed needles which were magnetically
controlled by the computer. A simple command would cause some of the
needles to rise and pierce her foot. The feeling was far more intense
than she'd counted on.

The needles -- sometimes one, sometimes as many as ten -- would rise to
a predetermined level. Sometimes it would be one foot, sometimes both.
Only a few had been programmed to pass completely through her foot,
since she hadn't wanted to go to the hospital. Those, she was sure,
would be the most painful.

She moaned and squirmed, in real pain now, her arousal forgotten, as
what felt like three needles pierced her right foot and two slid into
her left foot. It hurt so badly she almost started to cry and she
wondered how on earth she could survive up to four hours of this
torture. Somehow, the thought that she didn't have any choice began to
bring her arousal back. But that only lasted until the electricity
started to pass through the needles.

The pain was really intense, and not even the thought of her
predicament could arouse her enough to overcome the it. Tears ran down
her face, and she had to sniff in her snot so she could breathe. There
was no relief. The shocks grew worse, and the penis in her mouth began
to squirt more of her urine. She couldn't take it any more and pressed
the button.

Immediately, strong shocks slammed into her cunt, and the hooks were
pulled even tighter than before. She screamed, but her only option to
escape was to press and hold the button for a long time. If she did
that, she would fail. Too much of her hard earned money would end up in
the hands of religious fanatics, and she just couldn't let that happen.
Trisha knew though, that if the consequences had been less severe, she
would have used her escape option. She felt, again, the faintest hint
of arousal at her helplessness.

She concentrated on it, hoping that her enhanced sexual responses would
allow her arousal to bloom and mitigate her torment. But her
programming had been done too well. She knew her own body, and had made
sure that the pain would be great enough that she would be unable get
excited enough to make a difference.

Once again, the pain in her cunt got to be too much, and she pushed the
button. The needles from before had withdrawn from her feet, and this
time, different places were pierced. Two needles slid into the big toe
of her left foot. She could feel her blood stating to coat the plates
her feet were on, which was no surprise since she'd taken a hefty dose
of an anti-coagulant before she started this whole thing. The thought
that she would be deliberately bleeding herself had made her hot. Now,
she was thankful that, given enough time, the needle sticks would clot.
It just wouldn't happen very fast. The electricity started again,
shocking her toe, and growing worse with each passing moment. More piss
squirted into her mouth, and she pushed the button again. Her world
narrowed to the pain in her feet and the pain in her cunt. She
desperately tried to hold on to some arousal, but it was difficult. She
succeeded only occasionally.

It took a while for her to realize it, but she could feel her clit
being buzzed. It felt good, and she started to react to it as her body
had been trained to. It was too short a time for any arousal to build
though, and soon she was enveloped in a haze of pain in her cunt, and
her feet.

Trisha was dripping sweat, and she certainly smelled like she'd run a
marathon. Her hair was matted to her head and she wondered how much
blood she'd lost. Her feet felt like they were swimming in it. In truth
though, her feet were in so much pain she could hardly breath, and the
added pain in her cunt, didn't help. Her stomach felt completely full
of urine and she'd pissed herself several times as she endured her
torture. The urine had stung her the stretched holes in her cunt
something fierce, but there had been nothing she could do about it.

Trisha was not numb, but she was almost overwhelmed with pain. Oddly
enough though, it seemed like she'd been started to get aroused again.
She had no idea how long the feeling had been there, she just realized
that it was. As best as she was able, she concentrated on it, and the
feeling grew. Then she realized she must in the final pleasure phase.

She despaired, realizing that she had no idea how long she'd been
stimulated. If the computer didn't detect an orgasm within five
minutes, she'd be subject to another hour of orgasm denial, and she
didn't know how she could survive. She concentrated on the feeling of
pleasure, trying to combine the pain she was in with it. She knew she
failed as the pleasure abruptly stopped.

Trisha sobbed as all the hurts in her body began to build. No more
needles were piercing her -- even the hooks in her cunt had been
removed -- but she'd been in this bent over position for hours. Her jaw
hurt, her feet and cunt were on fire and her arms hurt like hell. Not
to mention the fact that her stomach was bloated with her own piss.

Then the stimulation started again and for the next hour, Trisha was
kept just on the edge of orgasm. She begged and pleaded, but not very
well with the cock in her mouth. Beside, her computer didn't care. She
was almost in a trance when her time was up.

"Fuck me, please let me cum, fuck me, I need to cum, please!" she
repeated over and over.

The pain in her body just enhanced her pleasure now, an overwhelming
need for an orgasm dominated her thoughts. Once her arms were released
and the cock withdrew, it seemed to take forever for her arms to come
alive enough to release the rest of the straps. Her mouth tasted
horrible, and she released her full bladder again, the smell of her
piss combining with the smell of her sweat and her cunt to make her
even more horny.

Her blood was smeared all over the metal plates, but she didn't care.
All she could think of was getting her hands on her clit. One touch was
all it took to her grossly swollen clit. She came so hard she almost
passed out. But she didn't stop. She continued to roughly pinch and
pull her clit, knowing that she'd be sore for days and not caring in
the least. The fingers on her other hand crushed her neglected nipples,
rolling them and pulling the thick, inch long nubs, far from her body.
Trisha had no idea how long she was lost in her orgasms, but
eventually, her convulsions stopped and she came to on the floor, the
abuses which her body had endured, making her almost sob in pain.

It was blazing hot in the room, and her tongue felt swollen and dry.
She needed fluids and started to get to her feet to go to the small
fridge in the room. That was a mistake, and she ended up collapsing on
her side. Her feet were killing her.

She crawled over to the fridge, trying to keep her legs spread because
her cunt was also swollen and sore, and opened the door, drinking
deeply of the sports drink inside. Sweat still poured off her body, but
the drink helped, and soon she was able to leave the room.
Surprisingly, the fact that she had to crawl aroused her a little. Not
much -- she was just too exhausted -- but some.

It took her several hours to get cleaned up. She sprayed her feet and
pussy with QuikHeal, thankful for the numbness that set in almost
immediately. Eventually she went to bed.

It was sometime after midnight that Trisha woke up. She was ragingly
horny and her hands immediately went between her legs. For over an
hour, she masturbated to the memories of her self torture, cumming so
often that the sheets were soaked with her cream. She finally drifted
off to sleep with a smile on her face, planning her next session in her
dungeon.
The End.

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