She had worked an extended shift one Saturday so that another girl could have the evening off for a hot date. Sabrina was popular, too, and she went out on dates as often as she could. With her university studies and a job on the side, she didn’t have time for a lot of dates. She did like to go to a bar once a week or so, not infrequently meeting a man with whom she would go home. This evening Sabrina had gone to the Black Bull Pub, a popular watering hole not far from the university and her apartment, for a glass of beer. After twelve hours at work, including two aerobics classes, she was tired and she wanted to go home.

She went to a Starbuck’s a block closer to her apartment and ordered a double-double to sip along the way home. While waiting in line, she felt a sharp pinprick in her left buttock. The older gentleman behind her appeared to have poked her accidentally and he apologized for his carelessness. He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties, very well dressed and so well built that the suit he wore could barely hide his physique. He paid for her coffee to make it up to her. Sabrina did not realize that he had actually injected her with a powerful sedative that would take effect an hour later. She walked home, changed into her red halter top and red panties, and went to sleep.

Sabrina started to waken. Her vision still blurry and her brain not even close to comprehending her surroundings, she allowed the distinguished looking older gentleman to her right to support her and to guide her. She still wore the red panties and halter top she had worn to bed but somehow she sensed that she also had high heels on. She tried to bring herself back to consciousness but her brain still wanted to sleep. She tried to go back to sleep but she still had a sense of standing up with the older man by her side.

She suddenly felt her skin touch something cold and metallic. The sensation of cold, hard metal touched the front of her body and her legs while it seemed to wrap around her and touch the sides of her upper arms and legs. Her eyes flashed open and she was instantly awake. The older man who had pricked her in the ass at Starbuck’s was bent down on one knee behind her. He had placed her ankles into two half-round slots at the bottom of the device that seemed to surround her and held them in place while a metal restraint bar with two opposite matching half-round slots was closing around them. The circular slots securing her ankles held her legs about a foot apart. She wanted to push the man away and to free herself but found that her wrists were secured behind her back with handcuffs. She heard the metallic click as the restraining bar locked in place to helplessly secure her ankles.

“What the hell are you doing,” she demanded, “and where am I? Let me go!”

Sabrina lifted her head as he stood up beside her. She tried to move but the ankle restraints kept her perfectly in position. She couldn’t move her legs and feet. She tried to move her body but she could only turn slightly toward either side within the steel sides of the device. There was nothing she could do to help herself. Her ankles were held perfectly and her wrists were in handcuffs behind her back.

She lifted her head and took in her surroundings. She was standing inside a semicircular device that extended from her neck down to her ankles. The room was spotlessly clean like a hospital operating room and all of the furnishings were of gleaming stainless steel. The only exception was a comfortable red leather chair with a small table to one side and a control console on the other.

She nearly panicked when she saw, some five feet in front of her, a stainless steel guillotine with its razor sharp blade. The blade was suspended between two chrome posts about ten feet from the floor. Again, she tried to step out of the device but the ankle restraints held her perfectly. She couldn’t take her eyes off the terrible blade in front of her. She immediately realized his intentions.

“Oh my God, no,” she pleaded, “Please don’t kill me! I haven’t done anything to you! Please let me go!”

The man did not answer her. He didn’t even look at her as she pleaded with him. Her eyes followed him as he walked to one side of the room and wheeled a stainless steel cart with scissors, leather straps, two large steel dildos and a penis gag on it to her side.

“Please, what are those for? Let me go,” she pleaded.

He picked up the scissors. These were Lister bandage scissors of the sort used by paramedics and nurses to remove clothing and bandages when needed. A blunt tip prevented the scissors from damaging the skin and the angled handles allowed the blades to cut evenly along the skin. He glanced at her face as he stepped behind her.

She gasped as she felt the cold steel of the chrome blades touch the skin between her shoulder blades. He carefully cut the cloth of her halter top following her spine from the bottom of the fabric to the top. Sabrina felt the tightness of the halter top on the sides of her breasts ease as the cloth gave way in the middle of her back. She then felt the cold blade of the scissor on her right shoulder as he cut through the thin strap of her top. Moments later, she felt the same sensation on her left shoulder as he cut the other strap. He reached around the front and with a single swift motion pulled her halter top away. Sabrina got goose bumps as she felt her now naked breasts touch the cold metal of the bascule.

“Please, sir, stop,” she pleaded, “I haven’t done anything to you. It was my fault that I got poked in the ass at Starbuck’s. I probably moved back and touched the keys in your hand. It was my fault. You didn’t have to buy me coffee.”

He still said nothing. She felt a shiver as she felt the cold blade of the scissors on her right hip beneath the elastic waistband of her red panties. He cut vertically down the side of her hip through the elastic leg band. He was patient, slow and methodical. He moved to her left hip and again cut from the waistband down through the leg band. He then reached through her crotch from behind and pulled the front of her panties through to the back. She felt the coolness of the air upon the cheeks of her ass. Except for her high heels she was now completely naked.

“My God, what are you doing,” she complained, “stop it and let me go!”

The man picked up a coiled leather belt from the cart. He uncoiled it and Sabrina could see that it was about thirty six inches long and two inches wide. It had a metal buckle which had an outward facing metal hook attached to it. In the middle of the belt, there was a similar outward facing metal hook. It also had two leather wrist cuffs about a quarter of the length from each end. She thought he was going to beat her with it.

“Please don’t hit me with that,” she pleaded, shuddering, “I’m really sorry about Starbuck’s. I’ll pay you for my coffee.”

He lifted her handcuffed wrists slightly and moved the belt underneath placing it in the small of her back. He pulled both sides of the belt around her and buckled it tightly in the front. It was painfully tight.

“That hurts,” she complained, “please not so tight. Why won’t you talk to me? What do you want with me? You’re scaring me!”

He retrieved a second leather belt from the cart and uncoiled it. It was about two and a half feet in length and one inch wide. It had a metal ring on one end and a triangular plastic device about six inches from that end. It had half inch holes along the middle for the ten inches up to the other end. All of these holes had metal rings in them for strength. He reached around her waist and attached the ring on the end of the belt to the clip on the belt buckle with a metallic click that locked it. He then left it to hang downward in front of her.

He released her right wrist from the handcuffs behind her back and forced her wrist into the leather restraint on the right side of the belt and tightly buckled it in place. He released her left wrist and put the handcuffs in his pocket while he held her arm. He then forced her left wrist into the leather restraint on the left side of the belt and tightly buckled it in place.

“What the hell are you doing to me,” she demanded to know, “it’s enough, now let me go!”

He, of course, had no intention of letting her go. He picked up the big penis gag from the cart and brought it up to her face. When she saw the large, thick leather penis coming toward her mouth, she clenched her teeth and fiercely shook her head from side to side resisting him. He put his left arm around her head and pinched her nose. It wasn’t long before she opened her mouth to breathe and he pushed the leather penis deeply into her mouth. He lifted her hair and buckled the straps of the gag behind her head.

“Mmmmm, mmmmf,” she complained, but no meaningful sound came from her mouth. Her mouth was now full of the thick leather gag which even reached back into her throat. She was perfectly gagged.

She felt the metal bar of the bascule’s body restraint close onto her back and pushing her into the metal device. Her nipples and breasts were forced tightly against the cold metal of the bascule. She heard a metallic click as the metal bar locked in place.

The man picked up a large steel dildo from the cart and lubricated it with some oil from a small bottle. He moved around behind her and massaged her vulva with his oily hand. He then steadily and forcefully pushed the metal dildo deeply into her vagina all the way up to her cervix. It was painful and Sabrina screamed and bit into the leather of her gag. She started to cry, the tears flowing down her cheeks. She had no idea why the man was doing this to her.

He picked up another large steel dildo, one that was only slightly smaller than the first, and lubricated it with more oil from the small bottle. She tried desperately to keep her asshole tightly closed as he massaged it with his oily fingers. It wasn’t long before the muscles of her asshole relaxed, though, and he was able to force the metal dildo deeply into her rectum. She had never felt anything as uncomfortable as the two metal dildos deeply inserted into her guts, completely and painfully filling her vagina and her rectum.

He then reached between her legs and retrieved the belt he had left hanging in front of her. He pulled it toward him and carefully positioned the plastic triangle over her pubic mound. As he pulled the belt tightly, the lower tip of the inverted plastic triangle, which housed two powerful vibrators, came to cover her clitoris. Pulling the belt tightly through her crotch, he ensured that the dildo in her vagina and her asshole were firmly held in place. He then pulled the belt tightly through the crack of her ass and clipped it onto the hook of the other belt in the small of her back. It was terribly tight. She tried to wiggle her ass but that was useless.

He lifted her long hair from the back of her neck and allowed the neck restraint to close. Sabrina shuddered as she felt the cold metal of the restraining bar on the back of her neck. It felt tight and it felt cold. Then she heard the metallic click of the locking mechanism to her right. She trembled in fear as the tears flowed down the sides of her pretty face.

She watched the man as he walked over to the red leather chair and sat down. He poured a glass of red wine for himself. For several minutes he watched her as he sipped his wine. She tried to struggle against her restraints but it was useless.

With his left hand he reached for the nearby control console and snapped a switch into the on position. Sabrina was horrified to feel the vibrators on her clit come to life. She tried to wiggle her ass from side to side and front to back but the crotch strap held the vibrator perfectly in place. She tried to hop up and down as much as the restraints would let her but the neck and ankle restraints prevented any meaningful movement in that direction. She tried to think of something else, to sing a song, anything to divert her attention away from the sensations on her clit. She mewled into the thick leather gag and squirmed as best she could within the tight confines of the bascule. Nothing helped. The vibrators were relentless as they stimulated every part of her throbbing clitoris. She was getting sexually aroused.

Some ten minutes later she saw the man throw two more switches on the console. The big steel dildos in her vagina and her rectum began to vibrate, powerfully doing their work from the entrance of her vagina along its entire length to her cervix and far up into her ass. Desperately she fought the sensations, squeezing her eyes, biting her gag, clenching her fists, wiggling her ass and flexing her toes inside her shoes. The sensations inside her grew stronger and stronger. She was soon headed for a powerful orgasm as the devices continued to stimulate her most intimate parts. Sabrina managed to endure the torment for nearly twenty minutes. Then the waves of pleasure hit her as she surrendered to the throes of an intense sexual climax.

“My God,” she pleaded, biting into the leather of the gag, “please, please stop this!”

Suddenly, Sabrina heard the hydraulic machinery on the outside of the metal bascule activate. She felt the bascule start to move forward and downward toward the two vertical chrome bars about five feet in front of her. She tried desperately to dig her toes into the unyielding polished stone floor. Flexing her toes with all her might to stop the movement, she dislodged her shoes which fell away to the side. She felt her feet move backwards and upwards from the floor. Now barefoot, after a movement of perhaps six inches, she could only barely touch the floor with the tips of her toes.

Sabrina saw the man pour another glass of wine as he watched her. He turned three control knobs located above the switches that controlled the vibrators and dildos. She still had no idea what the man wanted with her. Surely it wasn’t the little reaction to his accidentally touching her ass with something sharp in Starbuck’s. She wondered what it could be. He had said nothing to her and simply sat in his leather chair watching her.

He snapped the first switch again. Sabrina clenched her teeth into the thick leather gag and squeezed her eyes, inhaling deeply with dread, as the vibrator on her swollen clitoris began to work again. Clenching her fists and flexing her toes, she suffered in muffled silence as her next orgasm started to build. He threw the other two switches and the two dildos inside her started to vibrate again. Higher and higher her sexual arousal went until she threw her head back as far as the neck restraint would allow in orgasmic ecstasy, stiffening her entire body as the waves of her climax swept through her nervous system. She panted and panted as she tried to catch her breath.

Moments later the sound of the hydraulic machinery announced the coming movement of the bascule in which she was helpless restrained. As it moved forward and down by another six inches, she felt her toes lifted from the stone floor. She sensed the coolness of the air on the soles of her feet.

She saw the man watching her from his chair as he took his time before starting the next round of sexual stimulation. Sabrina had an idea. As a student and practitioner of yoga and tantric meditation, she could cause her mind and her body to relax and hopefully separate her mind from the physical sensations being forced upon her. She closed her eyes and started to breathe slowly and deeply. The man watched her with interest as she seemed to be more relaxed when he was about to snap the first switch again. Sabrina hadn’t even seen him turn the control knobs to increase the intensity again.

The man was puzzled when Sabrina hardly reacted to the vibrators on her clitoris for the first few minutes. Then the sensations started to overwhelm her once again. She could no longer concentrate on the relaxation mantra she had been using. Several minutes later he threw the switches controlling the dildos inside her and she was again brought to orgasm.

Sabrina heard the hiss of the hydraulic machinery and moments later felt herself moved forward and downward once more. Looking toward the floor directly in front of her, Sabrina began to concentrate on her tantric meditation again. As Sabrina did not look at him this time, the man rose from his chair and walked over to the side of the steel bascule. It seemed something had changed with this girl. The third orgasm should have taken less time than the second one but had taken more than twice as long to achieve. Indeed, something had changed but he didn’t know what.

He returned to his chair and turned the intensity controls up another notch and snapped the vibrator control switch. There was almost no reaction from Sabrina. He carefully examined the controls, the wires and connections but all seemed fine. He walked over to the bascule and placed one finger between her legs on the plastic triangle covering her pubic mound and her clitoris. The vibrators were working perfectly. He returned to his chair and watched her. Her head wasn’t moving away from looking directly at the floor before her. He waited. After several minutes, she finally started to react to the stimulation of her clitoris. He turned on the two dildos and several minutes later she climaxed again, but not as intensely as she had done before.

The man was amazed at the resistance Sabrina appeared to have to the intense sexual stimulation of the vibrators and dildos. He had never before had a girl on this machine, or any other, that could resist the sensations his machines were giving her. It had been several hours since the vibrators and dildos had started stimulating and tormenting her and she was only halfway to the horizontal position. He had made sure that there was nothing medically wrong with her. He stood beside the bascule looking at her.

The hydraulic mechanism again came to life and moved the bascule forward and downward. This time, Sabrina didn’t even move. She kept focused on the floor in front of her, her breathing shallow and relaxed. The man thought that perhaps the terror of her impending execution had snapped her mind and she was now in some sort of trance awaiting the inevitable.

Then it came to him. She had put herself into some kind of a trance. The gym where she worked offered classes in yoga, meditation and tantra. He returned to his chair and looked at the helpless girl in the bascule. She did climax as the vibrators and dildos did their work but her orgasms were much less intense than they should have been and took much longer to achieve. He turned the controls of the vibrator and the dildos to the maximum setting, a setting he had never before needed to use with this particular machine, and snapped the switch for the vibrators. Sabrina winced as she felt the vibrators start on her clitoris at the incredibly intense setting he had selected. Five minutes later he threw the switches of the two dildos. Sabrina winced her eyes with sexual frustration as she came again.

The hydraulic mechanism came to life again and moved the bascule toward the waiting slot beneath the guillotine’s blade. Each orgasm brought her closer to the execution position. The worst thing for Sabrina was that she had lost her concentration and the tantric meditation was no longer possible. Sabrina’s eyes opened wide in utter disbelief as she suddenly felt the intensity of the vibrators and dildos at their maximum settings. Suddenly, the most intense climax she had ever experienced overwhelmed her nervous system.

She was horrified as the machine moved the bascule and her neck closer to the bracket beneath the blade, paused for only a few seconds and then moved closer again. It was like she was in one continuous orgasm with each climax coming almost a minute or two after the one before. Sabrina fought desperately not to orgasm but it was to no avail. She kept coming and coming as the vibrators and dildos did their work.

Within the half hour that the bascule took to complete the last half of its journey, the vibrators and dildos stopped only moments to allow the hydraulic mechanism to move the bascule further down. Finally, Sabrina waited in horror as the bascule was lowered onto its brackets and she heard it lock in place with a metallic click. She now lay flat on her stomach and her neck was perfectly in place beneath the razor sharp blade of the machine.

She turned her head to look at the man seated in his red leather chair. He poured another glass of wine. He snapped the vibrator switch into its on position and Sabrina felt the vibrator start again, followed not long after by the two dildos. She struggled and squirmed against her restraints and bit into the leather gag with all of her might. Soon, though, she had another intense orgasm. The tears flowed from her eyes, dropping to the floor below. She heard the magnetic locks of the blade above her come to life. The locks released the razor sharp blade.

The blade stopped suddenly as its sharp edge reached the back of her neck. The man rose from his chair and came to the side of the machine with his glass of red wine. He touched the back of her neck and wiped away a single droplet of blood with his finger. He lifted his finger to his mouth.

“Sweet,” he said, as he licked the blood from his finger, “and so delicious!”

Suddenly, Sabrina felt a sharp prick in the right cheek of her ass. When she came to, she was in her bed, naked under the sheets and blankets. On the night table beside her, she found an envelope containing a thank you card and twenty thousand dollars in cash.