The Thumper: A Rape Machine for the Modern Girl

[Reformed Society]

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Chapter 9


The announcer beamed with delight as he explained the particulars of the half-time period:

"We're going to take a break for 30 minutes now. The girls will find that the pounding has stopped for the moment. However, we'll expect them to continue fucking and sucking. They'll find that their restraints allow just enough freedom of movement for them to fuck themselves while the Thumpers remain stationary. If they stop, the machines will prompt them to continue. If they cum, they'll be punished. Before the ride resumes, they'll join in chorus to sing our esteemed institute's anthem."

Gina froze in horror. Just like the other girls, she had been trained to sing the anthem. She despised every word of it. The mere mention of it brought some of the most traumatic memories of her incarceration to the front of her mind. And her skin began to crawl at the realization that they expected her to hump the inanimate machine for a full thirty minutes. After two hours of rape, she would now be required to reciprocate the machine's unwanted affection.

Emily groaned as she began to strain, pushing past obvious exhaustion to arch her back and push against the probe inside her pussy. Her ass remained full, the probe inside it motionless and offering no resistance to her pelvic thrusts. The arm holding her vaginal probe aloft remained rigid, allowing her to push against it with all of her strength, impressing the crowd with her capacity as the probe had now expanded to a diameter that dwarfed any human penis.

Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she struggled to fuck herself, yet she couldn't suppress the occasional erotic moan.

Gina remained motionless, seemingly catatonic until a few quick, sharp jolts motivated her to begin emulating Emily's slutty gyrations.

After several long, painful minutes had dragged by, the announcer resumed his exposition.

"Good girls! I have to say, you're all performing remarkably well this evening. Almost as if you were born for this. And of course... you were. But I think your dancing could use some musical accompaniment. Remember to fuck yourselves to the beat. If you fall off tempo, you'll be... gently encouraged to get back on the right track."

Gina groaned despairingly. The PA system amplified her groaning and the crowd responded with mocking laughter.

The soundtrack that began blaring from the speakers moments later consisted of a few popular rave anthems and some original songs produced by enslaved women. The beats consisted of stiff, bass-heavy thumping at a tempo that seemed to increase with each song. The lyrics were uniformly sexual, crude, misogynistic, and demeaning to women in general, sung or rapped by exclusively female vocalists.

Gina and Emily struggled to fuck themselves to the grinding, merciless beat. Kelly and Beth, possessing greater experience as riders as well as a respectable degree of training at working in tandem, managed the task with greater coordination and aplomb. Their asses and cunts wiggled obscenely in unison, Kelly's naked body stacked on top of Beth's, their amorous embrace enchantingly fluid and graceful in comparison to Emily and Gina's clumsy attempts at hands-free masturbation.

As Lian and Michelle were suspended in the air with their probes positioned underneath them, they could only writhe and wiggle on their probes, using their legs braced atop each other's shoulders for leverage. Their enormous tits jiggled spectacularly as they yelped in response to barrages of electric shocks. Though their initial reactions to each new shock indicated that the jolts were quite painful, they took care to smile and giggle as each shock faded, as if to communicate to the newer girls that their painful ordeal was nothing more than harmless fun.

After twenty exhausting minutes of fucking, the chorus of moans produced by the participants was nearly loud enough to overpower the soundtrack. Gina found the requirement to avert any oncoming orgasms more challenging than she would have expected.

Suddenly Gina's skin began to tingle as Emily screamed and the orgasm siren rang out. Emily had been unable to prevent her body from betraying her at this critical moment. The electric shocks administered as punishment were so strong that Gina could feel them herself as they surged through her neighbor's body.

After thirty seconds of shocks, Emily was reduced to a sobbing wreck, hanging her head pitifully as she whimpered. The meters displayed on her monitor indicated that her body hadn't quite come down from its peak. She was still cumming.

Silent words of gratitude to no one in particular echoed in Gina's mind. The distraction was welcome as it served to steer her own body away from climax.

Several suspenseful minutes passed before the intermission reached its end. The music faded as the announcer's voice rang out from the speakers, introducing the next phase of the ride.

"And now... our lucky girls will have the opportunity to demonstrate their singing voices for us... again."

The audience laughed at his comment. He continued.

"The ladies will continue fucking themselves as they sing the latest version of the camp anthem, 'His Guiding Hand', to demonstrate the values that they've learned during their time here."

The rousing, soaring cadence of an utterly generic and unremarkable national anthem-esque marching song served as an introduction to the verses Gina had been forced to rehearse on countless previous occasions.

The authorities revised the anthem frequently, and the inmates often found themselves with inadequate time to memorize the most recent version before the wardens approved a new set of lyrics to replace it.

Former versions would not be acknowledged by Corrections, and a girl who mistakenly sang outdated lyrics would be punished as if she had invented the lyrics on the spot. As the girls were not permitted to personally retain written copies of the lyrics, they could never be certain as to whether any mistaken lines had genuinely been present in earlier versions.

The guards delighted in confusing Gina as they whipped her for her mistakes or assigned her to wear a corrective clitoral harness for a day, telling her that revisions which had been made only a day or two prior had in fact been in effect for weeks. Gina had no means of verifying whether they were telling her the truth, and she doubted herself in every instance.

Fortunately for Gina, no revisions had been made during the two weeks prior to her first ride, and she had memorized the current version studiously, though she loathed every word of it.

She continued to fuck herself as she sang. Though all of the girls were short of breath by this point, and their technical singing abilities proved limited, with sub-par pitch and projection, their timing proved to be nothing short of perfect. They didn't dare to falter or show hesitation in this particular task.

The girls sang in unison:

All good girls must learn their roles
Our Masters' teachings make us whole
Our rightful place is on our knees
We carry this truth in our souls

We shall serve, we shall not stray
We shall be faithful and obey
We'll keep this promise that we've made
And honor it, til our last day

For nature made us servants, all
And we cannot resist this call
A woman's body guides her way
To find fulfillment as Man's thrall

To earn the gift of Master's seed
Cherish the discipline we need
Cherish the cane, the lash, the rod
Honor His words, honor His deeds

Just as the Thumpers' microphones captured every word the girls sang, they also captured the grunts, gasps, and moans that escaped their lips involuntarily, as well as the wet, sopping, slopping sounds of the dildos that the girls slammed forcefully and repeatedly into their cunts with their obscene gyrations.

The audience applauded as the music halted and the announcer offered kind words of praise.

"Excellent! Top-notch performance from tonight's girls. Especially our newbies, Gina and Emily. I've never seen them sing this song with such... earnestness and sincerity. I wonder if they're truly beginning to believe it?"

The crowd continued to cheer.

By this point many of the audience members had begun to leave, while late arrivals soon filled in the empty seats. While the frequent humiliations endured by the riders provided their viewers with welcome entertainment, many of the viewers eventually found themselves bored with the spectacle of monotonous mechanical fucking. Few could find the patience to sit through four solid hours of it.

Shortly after the anthem had finished, the machines began whirring and humming to life once again and the girls resumed their roles as passive sex objects.

Gina found that the third hour seemed mercifully brief in comparison to the previous two. She also found that she still had some energy remaining for the necessary task of sucking the probe in front of her face. Much to her relief, she was no longer required to share a probe with Emily.

The scoreboard displayed few changes by the end of the third hour:

Gina Brooks - Age: 24 - Thunderbird - 13
Emily Nguyen - Age: 18 - Raptor - 15
Kelly Landon - Age: 20 - Lothario - 9
Beth Cunningham - Age: 20 - Pretty Boy - 6
Lian Xie - Age :26 - Warthog, - 7
Michelle Sadler, Age: 28 - Doctor FixHer - 2

The girls enjoyed a fifteen-minute break and a soothing massage via vibration and e-stim after the end of the third hour. Every screen and monitor in the arena displayed a video recording of the girls' performance in singing and fucking themselves an hour earlier.

Now viewing her performance retroactively, unable to look away for fear of further punishment, Gina found herself with a newfound appreciation of just how demeaning and degrading her performance had been.

The aspect of her present situation that she found most perturbing was how pleasant the massage felt. Under different circumstances, she might have volunteered for such a session. The Thumper could be positively enchanting when it wasn't being sadistic. And even its sadistic side had a certain charm. No human had ever known Gina's body so intimately. No human lover was capable of deducing exactly where and when to touch her with such unerring accuracy.

Though she suppressed the thought in the back of her mind, it had also occurred to her that no human lover could offer such a massive cock or such limitless endurance.

While she could scarcely have described her emotional responses to a device that had produced so many chains of multiple orgasms in her body, she could not have denied that her feelings toward it were complex.

She would have been lying if she had described her feelings as hatred. Somehow, the machine and its cruel operators had ensured that any loathing or negative emotions she experienced during the ride would be directed at herself.

As she approached her fourteenth orgasm of the evening, she didn't think to question her self-hatred. She didn't consider whether her emotions had been misdirected. The machine had shown her that she was nothing. She was a toy that existed to be played with and used. And her body longed to be used.

Somehow, when she climaxed for the fourteenth time and the siren proudly proclaimed her accomplishment, she couldn't help but feel a faint sense of achievement herself, as if she had just performed an impressive feat of teamwork.

As the fourth hour of mechanical rape concluded and the Thumpers slowly decelerated to a halt, Gina observed that she had come in just behind Emily in the final orgasm tally:

Gina Brooks - Age: 24 - Thunderbird - 14
Emily Nguyen - Age: 18 - Raptor - 16
Kelly Landon - Age: 20 - Lothario - 11
Beth Cunningham - Age: 20 - Pretty Boy - 7
Lian Xie - Age :26 - Warthog, - 8
Michelle Sadler, Age: 28 - Doctor FixHer - 3

The announcer concluded the evening's festivities with a final speech. Gina was lost in a haze and she could barely make out the announcer's words.

The three girls who had achieved the highest number of orgasms would be rewarded with daily hot showers for three days, though they would be showering together in the same cramped stall. They would also be permitted to sleep on a single shared cot for three nights beginning the following night. To allow their bodies further time to recuperate, their work shifts would be restricted to light duty maintaining the facility's botanical gardens for one week.

The three girls would work as a team, chained together by their ankles, to ensure that they would not grow comfortable in their respective personal spaces. In fact the chains were sufficiently short to guarantee that they would enjoy no personal space at all. The clumsiness enforced by this arrangement would ensure that the girls finished each gardening shift covered in dirt and minor bruises and scrapes.

Over the course of the girls' ride on the Thumpers, the in-person and online audiences were permitted to cast votes on their favorite performer of the evening. Emily won the vote by a large margin, with Gina barely edging out Kelly for second place.

The two winners of this particular contest had a special surprise in store for them: They would soon be dragged to a special lounge and locked in stocks side-by-side. Attendees who had paid a certain special premium could enjoy drinks in the lounge while gang-raping the winners' mouths and cunts.



Epilogue

Shortly after the announcer declared the evening's "winners" to a final round of enthusiastic applause, the guards arrived to release the girls from their restraints and escort them offstage. Kelly, Beth, Michelle and Lian were all led away on leashes, required to crawl on their hands and knees, a mixture of synthetic and real cum dribbling out of their cunts, mouths, and asses in viscous, syrupy globs.

The guards tasked a small group of female prisoners with the job of carrying Gina and Emily to the lounge on stretchers. The abused, exhausted, nude girls were shivering, their holes also dripping with cum, though this would soon be flushed out as the female orderlies cleaned the girls up and prepared them for service in the pillories.

Gina was drifting in and out of consciousness. She could still feel the machine ravishing her, stretching her, teasing her, stroking her, and filling her. Each time she nodded off or passed out, Thunderbird was all she dreamt about.

Ten minutes into her journey on the stretcher, Gina lost consciousness for a duration that she could only guess at. She awoke to find herself entrapped in a wooden pillory, an accoutrement that appeared curious in the environs of the cozy, dimly lit lounge. She had never seen this area of the detention center before. It was both comfortable and functional, not quite swank and not at all tacky, and might have been considered tastefully decorated if not for the naked women and bondage equipment that now adorned it.

As Gina hung limp and half-conscious in the stocks, her head and hands secured in place, she felt yet another trickle of unwelcome arousal running down her labia and inner thigh as she awaited the rapes that were certain to come. Even in her dazed state, she quickly became aware that Emily was restrained in an identical pillory alongside her. Gina would soon infer from the comments of satisfied customers and the sounds of their fucking that Emily was even wetter than Gina was.


FIN
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