Bringing Down the Cult · Part 2 (2/3)
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ke numbers on a clock. There were floor plugs alongside each machine to provide power.
As the naked men ran out, twelve naked women ran in and each straddled one of the machines. Before they sat down, I could see that some of the machines had just the vibration plate; some had the vaginal dildo; and some had both the vaginal dildo and the anal probe. The two-pronged machines were at twelve, three, six, and nine, assuming that The Enlightened One’s table was the top of the clock.
A heavy, thrumming hum soon filled the room. I could tell that the machines were on a very low setting, but all of the women soon began moaning softly.
“What do you think, Mister W?” The Enlightened One asked.
“Impressive,” I replied, “but what is the purpose?”
He laughed. “There is no purpose,” he said, smiling broadly. “That is the purpose. These novitiates follow orders that have no purpose or meaning. They debase themselves in front of their Master and the entire community plus invited outsiders merely to show that they want to be a full part of The Community of Eden.”
I turned in my chair to fully view the entire floor. The moans and groans were getting louder now. A couple of the women had reached up and were mauling their own nipples with their fingers.
The Enlightened One snapped his fingers and the Adam standing next to his chair held up a remote and pushed a button. The deep thrumming got louder and changed slightly in pitch. The moans and cries of the twelve women also got louder and changed in pitch.
Twice more he snapped his fingers and twice more the Sybians were stepped up. The cries and moans were becoming very loud. Suddenly the woman on the ten o’clock Sybian, which I think was just a vibration plate, screamed out loudly and obviously went into orgasm. The Son of Seth frowned and slowly shook his head.
He again snapped his fingers and the Sybians now roared. The women were writhing and groaning and twisting on their mounts, but none of them attempted to get off the Sybian. Then The Enlightened One said loudly, “You have my permission.”
The noise of a dozen women orgasming at the same time is almost deafening. I noticed that several of the male guests and a couple of the women suddenly sat very straight and seemed exceedingly uncomfortable.
I was also uncomfortable. What I was seeing was a Master training a slave to be totally obedient to him.
He clapped his hands loudly and the four dozen Adams-to-be came running back out, unplugged the Sybians, picked them up with the pseudo-Eve still aboard, and then trotted back out of the room.
“What do you think now, Mister W?” The Enlightened One asked.
Sometimes you need to go with your gut, and my gut was telling me that I needed to tell the truth. “There are three stages to the Sybian test of control. The novitiate Eve starts out on the vibrating pad, then moves up to the rotating vaginal dildo, and finally to the double penetration model. They probably have practice sessions with you or another of the higher ranking members directing them until they are ready for their first public demonstration. By the time they pass the final test, they are very dedicated, submissive slaves.”
The Son of Seth laughed and then said, “I like you, Mister W. I think you understand me… perhaps too well.” He clapped his hands loudly and then looking directly at me said, “Let’s see what you think of our next presentation.”
The naked Adams again entered the room. This time they were carrying what looked like very strange stationary bicycles. In place of a tire, the rim of the bicycle had a series of what looked like rubber tongues mounted on flexible rubber shafts. The rider of each bicycle was intended to lie back on a cushioned pad with the wheel between their legs.
The pedals directly turned the large wheel but a chain went to the very front where a small generator of some sort was mounted. A pole with lights spaced every few inches was mounted next to the generator. A larger light was mounted at the very top of the pole.
Twelve naked Eves walked slowly out and settled themselves down on the weird bicycles. As they pedaled, the wheels began to turn faster and faster. With each turn of the wheel the tongues brushed against a sponge at the bottom that was evidently soaked in oil and then came up between the Eve’s legs.
At first only the bottom couple of lights were lighting, but as the Eves pedaled faster, the lights slowly climbed the pole until the light on the very top was lit. When all of the top lights lit, The Enlightened One said firmly, “Five minutes, but if any of the lights go out, the timer starts again.”
All of the Eves were groaning loudly, but they weren’t groans of passion. They were obviously groans of exertion as each Eve strained to keep the top light lit while at the same time strained to keep themselves from having an orgasm. Several of them were strongly pinching themselves on the sides of their thighs trying to hold on for just a few more minutes.
When there were twenty seconds left, The Enlightened One began counting down the seconds. You could see the strain and effort on every Eve’s face as the count got down to five, four, three, two, one. When the count reached zero, he called out loudly, “Now!” and all twelve Eves simultaneously orgasmed. They didn’t quit peddling, however. Instead they peddled furiously as they thrashed on the pillows. Evidently the circuitry sensed the additional voltage because bells started ringing from the top of each of the light poles.
The bells continued for several minutes until the Eves slowly calmed down. When all of the wheels had stopped turning The Enlightened One clapped his hands loudly. The naked Adams hustled out to carry the torment bicycles out of the circle.
“Thoughts, Mister W?” he said, looking directly at me.
“It is one thing,” I said, “to endure something for your Master. It is a level higher to inflict on yourself what you have to endure. I would assume that those who pass the Sybian test advance to the tongued bicycle test.”
He laughed and said, “And from there to a robed member of the Community of Eden.”
He looked at me with a very fixed, almost stare, and said, “The next one is not a test.” He clapped again and the naked Adams came running back in. This time there were only six devices but it took eight men to carry each device. The devices consisted of a platform on which was mounted a pillory and a spanking machine. Two of the machines had leather paddles; two had wooden paddles; and two had thin canes.
Once the platforms were in place, five naked women and one naked man walked slowly out into the open area. Each one stepped up onto one of the platforms and placed their head and hands in the stock of the pillory. I noted that the man was at one of the machines with a leather paddle.
The pillory was mounted rather low, so each person was forced to kneel on the padded bench which was several inches off the floor of the platform. Once all six were in place, one of the naked Adams closed the stock over their head and wrists while another bound their calves to the kneeling pad with wide leather straps.
A robed Adam and a robed Eve then walked out and adjusted the machines. They carefully moved the machine on its base so that the paddle struck in the proper area with the proper force. The two devices with leather paddles were set so that the stroke was actually stopped about an inch short of touching ass flesh. The flexible leather paddle would then snap the extra inch to contact the ass. The stiff wooden paddles were set to impact at full force. And the canes, which had a slight degree of whip, were set so the stroke was stopped just before striking the ass. In all three cases, those settings would cause the most powerful stroke when the leather or wood or cane actually struck the ass.
When the robed Adam and Eve were finished with their adjustments, they stood in front of The Enlightened One’s table and bowed stiffly from the waist. He raised his hands, palm down, and then used his fingers to wave them away. After they had left the open area, he snapped his fingers loudly and the Adam attending him lifted a remote and pressed a button. All six spanking machines came to life.
Whatever was controlling the devices had them synchronized so the two leather paddles stuck together, then the two wooden ones, then the two canes. The sounds of “Pop, Splat, Snap,” brought an unintended smile to my face as I pictured the faces of the three cartoon characters who advertise a popular breakfast cereal. Of course, those commercials don’t include the yelps of pain which followed the Pop, Splat, and Snap I was witnessing.
I initially thought that this was some demonstration of punishments, but then after about the sixth or seventh cycle of the machines, the sound of the paddles and cane hitting ass flesh got louder. And the sounds from the women– and man– in the pillories began to change.
It happened first with the man and woman on the receiving end of the leather paddles. Both his and her asses had taken on a rather bright shade of pink, but neither was any longer yelping in pain. Instead both of them were starting to groan slightly with each strike of the leather paddle. And it wasn’t a groan of pain. It was very obviously a groan of passion. The spanking was turning them on.
It took the two women receiving swats from the wooden paddles a little longer to switch from yelps of pain to moans of passion, but that also soon occurred. It was hard to tell if there was a higher level of pain from the wooden paddles or if the leather just warmed an ass up better. In any case soon four of the six were groaning in passion in response to the spankings they were receiving.
The two women receiving a caning continued to yelp in pain. That didn’t surprise me. A caning, even a carefully-controlled mechanical caning that moves slowly up and down the surface of the ass, is often above the pain levels that a painslut can convert to pleasure-pain. As the leather and wooden paddles turned four asses deep red and then purple, the caning slowly began to raise deep purple welts which began to bleed slightly.
“How long do you think it will take, Mister W?” The Enlightened One asked with a smile.
“Before they break, or before they orgasm?” I replied.
He laughed and said, “Watch.”
I had been unconsciously counting the strokes of the machines. At around thirty-five strokes, the groans of passion began to morph into a keening wail. Soon all six were wailing continuously. The four receiving paddlings were apparently approaching orgasm. The two receiving canings were very close to breaking.
Then the male shouted out, “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” and spurted onto the platform beneath him. That was followed by five female voices screaming out in orgasm. The machines fell silent. The male hung limp in the pillory while the five females thrashed and convulsed in tremendous orgasms.
After the women quieted down, The Enlightened One asked, “What do you think now, Mister W?”
“Are they natural painsluts or were they conditioned to crave and respond to pain?” I replied.
“Even I cannot do that,” he answered, smiling deeply at me.
“I can,” I said, “but I choose not to.”
“From anyone else,” he said, “I would consider that an idle boast, but you I believe.”
The naked Adams rushed out onto the floor and picked up the platforms. The six well-beaten novitiates remained in place in their pillories. Instead of walking directly out of the room as they had done with the women on the Sybians, the bearers walked slowly around the room so that everyone could get a good look at the well-beaten asses.
His attendants slid The Enlightened One’s throne back slightly and he stood up. “Adams, Eves, honored guests, we have the pleasure tonight of witnessing a demonstration of one of Mister W’s marvelous machines.” He laughed slightly and added, “… which he, of course, is hoping to sell me. He says it can punish even a painslut without leaving a mark on their body.”
He clapped his hands and two robed figures stepped into the center of the room. “Adam David and Eve Yvonne have broken the rules of our community by engaging in unapproved, secret sexual relations. Normally they would be bound in the caning machines, which they would not enjoy, for fifty strokes and then be reduced to novitiate status.”
He waited for the murmuring to cease and then continued, “In my enlightened mercy, I have decreed that if they willingly participate in Mister W’s demonstration that will suffice as their punishment and they will retain their status as full members of the community.”
A round of applause broke out and continued until The Enlightened One waved it to stop. “Mister W,” he said, “they are yours to command.”
“Thank you, Enlightened One,” I said as I rose from my chair. Four of the naked Adams were wheeling my machine to the center of the room. I uncovered it and indicated that they should move it to the floor.
“There are actually two machines here,” I began to explain. “They can operate independently or as an attached pair for punishments such as you are about to witness. Either machine can be set up for a male or a female.”
“That looks an awful lot like one of my Sybians,” the smooth voice of The Enlightened One interrupted.
“Similar, but different,” I quickly said. “My motors and vibrations vary in frequency as well as intensity and the design of the saddles are significantly different than a Sybian’s. Because the basic barrel shape is patented by Sybian, I pay a slight fee to them, but that is primarily to avoid any legal arguments that could otherwise arise.”
“Adam David and Eve Yvonne,” I said firmly, “I think it is obvious which end of the device you are intended to occupy.”
Both dropped their robes from their bodies and stepped forward. Two robed figures stood on either side of each of them as they approached my machine. Eve Yvonne paused and looked down at the twin dildos which stuck up from the saddle. The saddle as well as the dildos were a deep ebony black to differentiate them from the pink of a Sybian.
“It is already lubricated,” I said softly as Eve straddled the saddle and began to settle herself down. The two robed Eves who accompanied her strapped her legs in place against the sides of the barrel. “The hands are restrained behind her,” I said firmly when the two Eves seemed confused about what to do. Once she was in place and restrained, I went over and double-checked everything before moving to the other end of the dual device.
“I think it is obvious where things go,” I said to Adam David. He didn’t look too sure, but he settled himself down on the saddle and moved so that his balls and prick were in the depression between his legs. His prick began to stiffen slightly as it came in contact with the artificial vagina.
“You might want to make sure it is lined up while it is still pliable,” I said, trying not to smile or laugh.
He quickly pushed his prick down and it slid between the lubricated artificial labia. The two Adams had already watched the Eves restrain Eve Yvonne so they quickly strapped Adam David’s legs and then his hands in place.
“This device can bring pleasure… intense pleasure,” I said as I turned slowly to address the entire crowd. “But there are many devices which can do that. What makes this device unique is my special algorithms, the frequency, the intensity, and even the temperature of the stimulation.” I laughed and added, “And then there is that special extra, but I will let you figure that out for yourself.”
I held up a remote and pushed a button. Both Adam David and Eve Yvonne reacted as the vibrations and movement began to work on them.
I walked back to my seat at the head table and said to the Enlightened One, “It’s all automatic from this point… until you shut it off.”
He looked at me with a quizzical expression on his face which changed to a smile when I said, “Watch.”
It was soon apparent that both Adam David and Eve Yvonne were being driven higher and higher. The computer was set up to synchronize their arousals, but such things are not an exact science. The special sensors which measured temperature of the genitals, muscle tension of the ass cheeks, and other indicators are a very exact science. But what those readings mean are as much art as science.
Surprisingly, Eve Yvonne began to reach orgasm before Adam David. She was chanting, “Yes, yes, yes,” which suddenly turned into a long, drawn out, “Noooooooo!”
She tried to grind her crotch against the machine but quit when she received a severe electrical shock.
“No, no, no,” she wailed. “I was so close.”
Adam David did not cry out, but the pained expression on his face clearly indicated that the pleasurable sensations had ceased.
The Enlightened Son of Seth began to laugh. “How long can you keep them on the edge?” he asked.
“Hours,” I replied, “days if you feed them and don’t mind the machine getting soiled with urine and excrement.”
The Enlightened One laughed again. There was something evil and deeply disturbing about that laugh. “I think that two hours would be quite sufficient for tonight,” he said. “We will talk price and quantities in the morning.”
Thirty minutes later, both Adam David and Eve Yvonne were calling out, “Let me cum. Please, please! Let me cum!”
At one hour their cries were almost piteous. At ninety minutes they were both sobbing and pleading to be allowed to cum. By the time it reached the two hour mark, Eve Yvonne was incoherent. She was basically chanting, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Somebody fuck me hard and make me cum.” Adam David was slumped forward and appeared to be unconscious, but he continued to moan quietly, “Please… please… please… please… please…”
The Enlightened One clapped his hands loudly and two Adams came out and released Adam David. They had to practically carry him out. Two Eves released Eve Yvonne. When she tried to reach down and rub her clit, they bound her arms behind her back and led her away. She was still wailing, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, please!”
I turned to face The Enlightened One and said in my most polite voice, “Please have your novitiate Adams load my machine onto the cart. I will take it up to my room and clean it. I also want to download the data to help refine the algorithms that control it.”
The Enlightened One nodded to one of his attendants who rushed out to see to the loading. Then he said, “Eve Maria will escort you back to your room. We will talk in the morning.”
Chapter Four – Eve Maria
Eve Maria was the Eve with the long blonde hair who had ended up with the water glass that had been intended for me. She didn’t seem affected by it, so maybe I had been wrong about the water. Once we got back down to my floor, she walked quickly and surely down the hallway in front of me. The robe flowing back behind her caused her very shapely legs to show as she took long strides toward my room. If the rest of her body matched her legs, she was truly a beautiful woman.
She got to the room well before me and opened my door with a card she pulled from her cleavage. She stood there smiling at me as I rolled the cart into the room. Once I got the cart inside and pushed to the center of the room, she pulled one of the chairs over from the small table and sat there smiling at me. I don’t think that smile ever left her face.
“I’m supposed to observe you while you clean the machine,” she said in a very sweet voice. It would have been a much more beautiful voice if it didn’t have that stupid sing-song effect that everyone here seemed to have. It was almost as if they were singing rather than speaking.
“Do you have a pair of sunglasses?” I asked as I picked up one of my tool boxes and pulled a pair of welding goggles out of it.
“Sunglasses?” she replied with a shocked look on her face. The smile disappeared for just a moment.
“Yes,” I began to explain, “after I wipe everything off with some bleach cleaner, I use a special very intense UV light to sanitize everything.”
“I can close my eyes,” she said almost with a pout.
I acted like I was thinking then I said, “OK, but you will have to turn and face the other way while I use the light.”
She gave me that same head-slightly-turned look like a puppy awaiting a treat and then after a few seconds said, “OK, but I watch you up to the point where you have to use the light.”
I took the cloth off the machine and used about a half a roll of paper towels to wipe everything down. There were an amazing amount of bodily fluids all over the machine, especially where Eve Yvonne had been sitting. The artificial cunt which Adam David had been trapped in opened up for cleaning. I was pleased to note that he hadn’t actually spurted during the entire two hours he was on the machine.
After making sure the primary mess was wiped away, I got out a bottle of an industrial bleach-style spray cleaner and sprayed everything down really well. Eve Maria coughed as the heavy smell of bleach filled the room. I let it sit for a few minutes and then used the other half of the paper towels to wipe everything completely dry.
That’s really all the cleaning that the machine needs. The next step was just an excuse for getting out my camera destroyer. It looks like the type of hard UV wand used to sterilize work areas in a meat-packing plant, and that is exactly what it is. But I added a few “improvements” especially for tonight.
“Shut your eyes tight,” I said as I put on my welding goggles and then turned the wand to the warm-up position. It gave a very acceptable low hum as I waited for the two red indicators to light in the handle telling me that it had connected to the special circuitry in my phone charger.
“You might want to put your hand over your eyes, just to be sure,” I said. Then I switched the wand to full power.
The UV light caused many things in the room to glow in weird colors. It also washed out the video image for any of the cameras operating in the room. Then the laser pointer from the phone charger and the high energy laser from the wand turned on and synchronized. It only took three seconds to give each camera a burst of laser light that had enough energy to weld– or cut– steel plates.
“You can open your eyes now,” I said cheerfully. “I’m done with my cleaning.”
“Then maybe we can get on to something more enjoyable,” she said with a now overly-sweet smile.
“Not until I clean myself off,” I said firmly. “Why don’t you fix us something to drink while I take a quick shower. There’s some bourbon and ice on the table. I think there are some mixers in the little refrigerator if you need that sort of thing.”
Her look of surprise and pleasure was more than obvious. She had probably been trying to figure out how she was going to slip me whatever drug it was that she was supposed to use and I handed everything to her on a silver platter. The Son of Seth really had to work on his puppets’ poker faces.
When I came back out of the bathroom I was wearing one of those white, terry-cloth robes that hotels and resorts seem to prefer. She was sitting at the table wearing nothing but a smile. Two glasses of bourbon on ice sat on the table in front of her. Beneath each glass was a pressed paper coaster like you would find in a bar except these had the winged bird seal of The Community of Eden and the words, “Enlightenment Brings Truth.”
I stood behind her and put my hand on her shoulder. “That looks great,” I said. Then I added as I squeezed her shoulder, “And you look great.”… another squeeze… “Everything looks great.”
She smiled up at me and then fell forward onto the table. With me squeezing her, she hadn’t felt the needle ring puncture the muscle on the top of her shoulder. The knock-out took a bit longer than usual to take effect because it was a different type from what I usually use. This one doesn’t take you quite as far out, and that was what I needed for tonight.
I lifted her back up to the sitting position and got the vet syringe from my tool box. Vets usually use this syringe with the long tubing attached to it to give liquid medicines to dogs or other recalcitrant animals. In my case, it wasn’t liquid med
