[SaraSlut21]

Part 7

Sara followed Mistress Victoria nervously, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she was tugged long by the leash attached to her tightly locked collar. She was terrified of what punishment lay ahead but was also relieved to have been released from the chastity belt. They entered a dimly lit bedroom, and Sara's eyes widened as she saw the array of BDSM equipment arranged neatly around the room. Mistress Victoria led Sara to a small wardrobe in the corner, and when she opened it, Sara saw a Sybian machine placed on the floor and hooks covering the walls and roof of the small coffin like storage cupboard. Fear crept up Sara's spine; she had heard stories of the Sybian and knew it was capable of delivering immense pleasure, often resulting in multiple orgasms and Sara's body after the long denial and strong orgasm was very sensitive to the touch.

Mistress Victoria quickly push Sara inside and attached her ankle cuffs to the base of the Sybian and wrist cuffs to a chain overhead slightly behind her, effectively immobilizing Sara pulling her wrist above her shoulders behind her back, wrist together, forcing her to lean forward with straight arms. She then attached Clover clamps to her sensitive pierced nipples and hooked them to a small loop at the front of the Sybian forcing Sara to lean forward even more and press her clit against the Sybian's vibrating saddle with almost no ability to shift or adjust.

"Since you couldn't control yourself earlier and were clearly so eager to cum, you can cum all night long," Mistress Victoria said, her voice dripping with malicious intent. She turned the Sybian on, slowly turning the dial higher and higher, and Sara moaned instantly at the powerful vibrations pulsating through her core. Mistress Victoria attached a ring gag to Sara's mouth to prevent her from screaming or begging for mercy.

Just as the Sybian reached its maximum power, Mistress Victoria fitted a VR headset tightly over Sara's eyes, obscuring her vision and replacing it with an erotic virtual reality experience designed specifically for women. Sara watched scenes of other women being trained as slaves, performing various acts of service and submission. The visual simulation ignited Sara's imagination, and she began to feel herself slip deeper into a state of aroused subservience as the flashing images assaulted her eyes.

Finally, Mistress Victoria attached noise-canceling headphones to Sara's ears, eliminating external sounds and replacing them with audio recordings of femdom hypnotism sessions. Sara was now isolated in a cocoon of pleasure, unable to escape or resist the overwhelming sensory input, and the sounds of moans and screams and what sounds like the degrading and commanding voice of her Mistress being looped through her ears.

"You'll be here until morning," Mistress Victoria said, her voice cold and detached as she pulled up an earmuff. "I hope you're thoroughly tortured and forced to cum again and again."

Panicking, Sara tried to plead with Mistress Victoria, "Please, Mistress, I can't take it anymore. Please let me rest," mumbled words say, trying to make it out of the gag.

Ignoring her pleas, Mistress Victoria switched off the lights and left the room, closing the door behind her with a decisive click. Sara was now trapped in this hellish paradise, unable to escape the relentless barrage of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her sanity.

Sara felt her body tremble as the Sybian delivered wave after wave of pleasure. At first, it was incredible, unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt a tidal wave of pleasure wash over her. Her body shook uncontrollably, every muscle tensing as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensation. The nipple clamps pulled at her sensitive flesh, sending electric pulses of pain directly to her core. The bondage on her wrists and her throbbed, a constant reminder of her subjugation as she could barely move an inch.

As the pleasure built, drool continued to flow strongly from Sara's lips through the gag, she moan and groans uncontrollably.

Sara's first orgasm was earth-shattering, rendering her incapable of forming coherent thoughts. Her vision blurred, and her breath hitched as her body bucked against the Sybian, seeking solace in the rhythmic pulsations that continued to reverberate through her.

However, the Sybian showed no mercy. Scarcely had Sara recovered from her initial climax than another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her body, still reeling from the first orgasm, was unprepared for the rapid succession of escalating pleasure. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled by the ring gag that still imprisoned her mouth.

Soon enough the second orgasm tore through her like a tempestuous storm, more potent than the first. Sara's body trembled as she fought to maintain her precarious balance atop the Sybian, her knees threatening to buckle under the strain trying to not pull to far away from the clamps and tear at her nipples. The clamps tugged fiercely, intensifying the pleasure-pain dichotomy that defined her existence in this moment and kept her clit affixed tightly to the centre of the vibrator.

the continuous orgasms began to take their toll. Her body became increasingly sensitive, each subsequent climax amplifying the sensitivity to near-agonizing levels.

Immersed in the digital domain, the VR headset looped content and had Sara witnessing a variety of slave positions and practices. Initially, she viewed rows of slaves in different poses. Some sat on their heels, their backs straight and gazes fixated on their respective mistresses. Others adopted stances on all 4s, presenting their rear ends for assessment. Those lying supine displayed their genital regions openly, welcoming potential usage as well as other uncomfortable body positions Sara couldn't imagine holding.

Gradually, Sara observed more specialized activities. Edging sequences showcased slaves nearing the brink of ecstasy, only to be halted abruptly, compelling them to maintain their composure. Public humiliation spectacles featured slaves paraded naked or provocatively dressed through bustling markets and streets, bearing light bondage and body writing, crawling and bending over while exposed and other humiliating acts. Bondage arrangements included elaborate rope configurations, metal chains, and cuffs, transforming slaves into decorative objects. Spanking scenes progressed from tentative taps to fierce impacts, eliciting diverse reactions from annoyance to resignation.

Accompanying these visual representations and many others, an accompanying symphony of sounds reverberated. Audible moans, sighs, and whimpers harmonized with accelerated breathing rates and periodic sobs. Superimposed over these organic melodies were articulated orders, praises, and critiques issued by mistresses supervising their subjects. Degrading phrases, such as "filthy whore", "dumb slut", and "worthless cunt", frequently punctuated the dialogue, reinforcing the slaves' inferior status.

Most notably, Mistress Victoria's voice resonated prominently, directing Sara's exploration, repeating imperatives to submit, conform, and belittle herself according to her prescribed role. Phrases like "you exist solely for my pleasure", "your opinions hold no value", and "you are nothing without my guidance" echoed continuously, ingraining deeply ingrained negative self-perceptions within Sara.

Overwhelmed by the collision of realities, Sara wrestled with cognitive dissonance. Her mind spun in delirium, torn between the exquisite pleasure and the overwhelming exhaustion. Her words became garbled, slurring together as she attempted to plead for mercy or release to no one. Yet, the machine persisted, driving her to the brink repeatedly.

Her vision blurred, stars dancing in her peripherals as she struggled to comprehend the virtual reality environment presented to her. The sounds of other women being trained as slaves faded in and out, sometimes accompanied by voices encouraging her to submit, others berating her for her perceived weakness.

As her body convulsed in repeated orgasms, Sara's speech deteriorated further, reduced to babbling nonsensically. She became a quivering, crying, sobbing mess, her body wracked with pleasure beyond her ability to cope. Her consciousness fractured, losing track of time and reality altogether.

Finally, the sun rose, and the nightmare abated. Sara's body sagged in relief, the once-relentless vibrations ceasing to torment her tender flesh. Mistress Victoria had entered the room, observing Sara's disarray with mild curiosity and shut off the machine. Her eyes traveled from Sara's tear-streaked face to her trembling limbs, noting the shell-shocked expression etched across her features as she removed the headset and headphones seeing a bloodshot eyes broken shaking girl.

Mistress Victoria liberated Sara from her bonds, guiding her onto the bed in the room. Watching Sara struggle to stand and compose herself, Mistress Victoria picked her up and guided the girl by her arm a few steps and lumped her body onto the soft mattress. "Good morning sweetheart how did you sleep," Mistress Victoria teased.

Collapsing onto the bed, Sara remained silent, her body still twitching, recovering from the intense pleasure inflicted upon her. Mistress Victoria, indifferent to Sara's trauma, slowly slipped on the chastity belt and clicked it back shut. "I hope you enjoyed your little orgasms, they might be your last for a while".