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Darkness…I was surrounded by darkness. I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t hear anything. I couldn’t move. All I could feel was pain and discomfort as my new Metalmaid suit held me in its tight embrace.
My throat felt impacted by the thick hollow rod that had been implanted inside of it. Even though I felt like I was choking, I knew I would never suffocate because the rod has a passage that pumps oxygen into my lungs through two holes in my neck. Those vents were installed on the posture collar that’s fused to me. Ever since it was installed, I haven’t been able to move my head. I have to move my entire body just to see in a different direction. The rod also has a passage that carries food pellets and water to my stomach whenever the Metalmaid suit decides I need nourishment. The rod keeps my vocal cords trapped behind an unforgiving layer of titanium that prevents me from producing sound. But that doesn’t matter anyway…
My mouth had been completely filled by a phallic gag that ingulfs my teeth and traps my tongue under some bitter rubber alloy. My nostrils have been filled with the same substance as well. The rubber intruders are constantly pushing my cheeks and nostrils against the solid titanium helmet that imprisons my head and cuts me off from the outside world.
My feet were in pain, as the high heels they were fused into forced me to stand on my toes at all times. That stance put pressure on my calves as they struggled to keep me upright. My waist felt like it was being crushed by the narrow titanium corset fused around it. My breasts felt like they were being squashed and molded by the titanium cups that held them firmly. My back hurt kadıköy escort bayan as it was being arched by the Metalmaid suit’s strict posture.
My nether regions were in constant torment from the thick metal rods that had been implanted into my orifices. The rod in my anus has a hollow passage that pumps solid waste out of my body whenever I’m connected to a Chasti-Permalock charging station. That same station also connects to the catheter in the vaginal rod to drain my urine. Chasti-Permalock’s surgeons made sure that I would never have another period so the rest of the vaginal rod was only there to tease and torment me. The anus and vagina rods vibrate at various speeds throughout the day to excite and tease me towards the amazing release of an orgasm. Even in the silent darkness, the rods continued to squirm around inside of me.
All of a sudden, the LCD screen in front of my eyes lit up and the earbuds that had been fused into my ears crackled to life. I could see my…master and mistress standing in front of me. We were standing in the foyer of their mansion. “Chasti-Permalock must have just delivered me to their mansion,” I thought.
“Metalmaid,” said my master. “The restraints on the delivery cart have been opened. Now, step off of the cart.” I slowly lifted my left boot covered foot and carefully took a step forward, trying not to fall to the ground. After a few awkward steps, I was clear of the cart.
My master signed the forms on the delivery man’s tablet, thanked him, and sent him away. He bent down to face the cameras located near my collarbones. With a smile he said, “Welcome home Metalmaid. Today, is the ümraniye escort bayan first day of your new life. From this day on, your job is to keep this place…spotless.” My master took out his smartphone and began typing on it. “If you succeed, you will be rewarded.” I started to feel pleasant tingling shocks on my nipples and the rods in my nether region sped up! I tried to stand still with my hands by my side but my knees quivered as the Metalmaid suit began to pleasure me. “However, if you fail, you will be punished.” When my master pushed a button on his phone, the pleasant tingling and the vibrating rods stopped. Without warning, the breastplate, the rod in my throat, and the nether rods hit me with an excruciatingly painful shock at the same time! My hands splayed open, my arms flew out to my sides, my knees buckled, and my body fell backwards as I screamed into my gag. However, there was no sound. I would probably have jumped if I wasn’t already struggling to stand. My vagina, anus, nipples, and throat felt like they were on fire as I stumbled to regain my balance.
My master turned to my mistress. “Would you look at that, she almost exploded out of that suit!”
“Oh dear,” my mistress commented. “That ‘Punishment’ button must be truly dreadful.”
“This is truly the ultimate torture suit,” my master responded with a chuckle.
“How could he laugh at me like this,” I questioned. The pain was so intense that I continued to scream into the phallic gag that filled my mouth but all I could hear was a rush of air whistling out of the vents in my neck. “Does he know how much this hurts? That was way worse than the calibration maltepe escort bayan tests at Chasti-Permalock! What did I do to deserve that?” Remembering my training, I did my best to stand up straight again with my arms by my side but I continued to shake as the searing pain made my imprisoned flesh burn and throb.
My mistress watched me regain my composure and clapped. “You’re so obedient, my dear. I’m so glad you agreed to become our Metalmaid!”
My body went cold when I heard my mistress say that.
“Me too,” replied my master as he bent down to look into my suit’s cameras. “Remember Metalmaid, from this day on, you will get no breaks, no vacations, and no days off.”
“No days off?!” My heart dropped. I never realized that my master and mistress would use me everyday! I thought I’d at least have the weekends off. I wailed silently, “What have I done?”
“Now, I’d better see these floors shine by the end of the day or else…” My master pushed the “Punishment” button again and another bolt of lightning tore through my body! I was in tears under the shiny expressionless titanium shell that covered my face. I whimpered uncontrollably into my oversized gag as my insides burned and throbbed. The fear of my master’s “Punishment” button overwhelmed me and I began breathing faster and faster as I hobbled forward towards the cleaning supply closet.
“I think something’s wrong dear,” my mistress whispered to my master. “Listen to the air vents on her neck.”
“There’s nothing wrong,” replied my master. “I’m sure she’s just trying to process some strong emotions.” he smirked. “At least now she has no choice but to keep her incessant whining to herself.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Incessant whining?” When did my master and mistress become so cruel? Were they always this way? Had they hid their true feelings until I agreed to become their Metalmaid? Of all people, why did they choose to do this to me?
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