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The sharp thing, thankfully, is only scissors which gently snip away the band confining your clit. Pain floods your swollen nub as blood is allowed to flow back into it.
All you can do is lay back in the chair, panting as your helpless clit is targeted once more.
What appears to be a shower head had come into view and it's aimed right at your vulnerable clit. You stare in confusion as it turns on just enough so a tiny trickle of water hits your glans. You coo with pleasure at the gentle stimulation. You try to relax into it despite how overworked your clit already is, fearing what may come next.
And you were right to, because when the hose thing changes settings, it's with a harder spray - still gentle enough for your clit but hard enough to really stimulate. You groan, shifting uncomfortably in an attempt to get the spray somewhere less intense. You fail to move even a millimeter.
The spray continues to attack your clit, which tries desperately to hide behind its hood. Seemingly noticing this, a small rod with a curved end projects from the hose and presses the hood of your clit back just that tiny bit needed to expose your entire glans.
You whimper at the agony that is to come as the hose once again changes settings, now introducing tiny jets of water that encircle your entire clit, including the part of the glans usually protected by the hood.
"Too much," you whine, but the machine doesn't listen, instead it initiates a pulsing pattern which attacks your exposed clit from different angles in an unpredictable pattern, causing your body to jerk with each spray.
From the outside, it must look like you're having a seizure, and you can hardly breathe from the intensity of the sensations.
"Please.. I can't come anymore. Please!"
As if accepting the challenge, the hose increases its ministrations then, adopting a pattern that feels like the water jets are twisting around your entire clit, and a central spray starting and stopping quickly as if tapping the surface of your glans.
You do come again, but by the time you come, you have fallen unconscious. Your limp body convulses in a painful orgasm as the machine continues to torment your clit.
You're not sure how long you've been unconscious but you are dry when you awake in the same position. You can feel your clit throbbing painfully, raw from today's torture. When you look at it on the screen it appears almost bruised, and it's still very swollen.
Noticing that you're awake, the machine springs into action again.
"Wait, no.. Please, I can't come again. My clit hurts. Please."
The machine doesn't care that it hurts, and takes no heed of your excuses as it lubricates your clit and begins to rub it in small circles.
You scream as your injured clit is once again assaulted, and quickly fall into unconsciousness again from all the pain. But the machine doesn't stop - it keeps rubbing your poor little nub while you're passed out, documenting every involuntary muscle twitch. It continues this for close to an hour before deciding a more invasive method is necessary to force you to come at least one more time.
You awake screaming as a sharp pain shoots through your clit. You can't believe what you're seeing on the screen - your clit has been impaled with a long needle. You watch in horror, your heart racing as the machine approaches with another needle, sticking it through the base of your glans and out the other side.
You can see blood running down your slit and you sob desperately, ugly-crying as the machine continues to stick you with needles all along your inner and outer labia - burying them deep into the tissue.
Then the machine attaches tiny electrodes to each needle. "What are you doing?" you pant, terrified of what is going to happen.
And you were right to be afraid, because, one by one, each of the needles begins to send electricity directly into and through your clitoris.
You've screamed yourself hoarse, coming several times through this barbaric method, and you think the machine is satisfied. It gives you a small break as it pulls back, another arm moving forward with a speculum. It's ignored your vagina until now but your brain is too fried to even wonder what is happening as it slips the speculum inside of you and begins to slowly wrench your vagina open.
You notice your vagina gaping on the screen and barely react as the machine moves towards it with more needles.
You can't believe what you're seeing as the machine carefully inserts needles up into the roof of your vagina, through what would be your g-spot. It is only then that you realize that the needles both internally and externally are intended to stimulate the entire body of your clitoris.
This is crazy. Is this thing trying to kill me?
Just like with the others, the machine attaches electrodes to the needles stuck through the wall of your cunt and up into your internal clitoris.
As far as the machine is concerned, you will come until you physically can't come anymore - even if it kills you.
As electricity lights up your entire internal and external clitoral structure, your entire pelvis spasms wildly. There is no pleasure, no pain, just an unquantifiable intensity that fries every last synapse in your brain.
You've all but stopped breathing and fallen unconscious for the third? fourth? time, but the machine doesn't stop.
The subject must orgasm.
The subject must be punished.
Increase output to maximum and stand by.