Once all five inches were in, I felt again as it pulled itself out, spreading that lube all over my hole. The next push in felt a little easier, but i...t was still extremely painful as I continued to cry out. Once my Master felt comfortable with my progress, I watched him adjust the settings a bit, which in turn resulted in the pace of the machine picking up drastically. I was now being forcefully fucked by a machine while dressed up as a slut in some perverted man's basement with no way to. As he forcefully expanded me I felt the growing warm sensation of arousal. My body was enjoying the force and the pain he was inflicting upon me; I wanted more. I started to push back making him go deeper in my canal making me moan, pant and scream for him. He grabbed the rope around my hips using it as a handle to increase his depth. I felt his balls smacking my damp lips increasing my desire for him to keep fucking me deeper and harder. As he pounded against me the clamps tightened as my. Bob and I had taken off our t-shirts, and Gloria, accompanied by Mary, starting to rag on us about how easy it was for us to get comfortable while they “roasted” in the shirts they were wearing. I cast the gauntlet, so to speak, when I told them that the only person holding them back from doing whatever they wanted....was them. Mary grinned at me, stood up and pulled off her shirt. She picked up a bottle of tanning crème and sat on my lap so I could cover her back. Bob and Gloria were. He voice was still distorted, but it was more English than gibberish."Very good!" He nodded. "Ok, John, do you understand what I'm saying?" I started to speak and got the pain spikes again. I tried to nod, but that was even worst. "Ok. Let try this: squeeze my hand once." I wasn't even sure where my hands were so I squeezed both just to make sure I had one. The right one was holding something. "Good! Now squeeze my hand twice." I squeezed it twice. "Excellent! Ok, John, you're in a hospital..