Hog Frame

I woke to the sound of soft moaning. I was drooling around the gag in my mouth. From between my legs I felt so hot. Something was vibrating on my clit. I was very wet. As my eyes cleared, I could see Emily's body gyrating, the moans where hers. But there was another sound, also a soft moan, this from the other side of the room. Another female voice, vaguely familiar. Lifting my head as best I could, I strained to see who it was. It was very hard to concentrate on anything but the stimulation from between my legs. He had turned me into nothing more than a sex toy. Far across the room I could see a body, suspended from the same metal frame. A curtain hung from the ceiling down and blocked her upper body from my view. But I could see her spread legs. Some sort of device had been placed on the floor below her with a rod rising up. It had a phallus on the end and it was fucking her slowly.

Emily started grunting and moaning louder. She was going to orgasm. Somehow, this turned me on even more and I began to feel my own orgasm rising. "uhhhh uhhhhh uhhhhhhhh gguhhhhh ggguuuhhhhh Ahhhhhhhh h h h h h h ". My sister and I both came together. My thighs convulsed and strained against the restraints. I guess I had closed my eyes, because when I opened them again, he was standing over me. The vibrator on my clit was turned off and removed — thank god. But I was dripping wet. Again the thought crossed my mind; I was just his sex toy now. We both were. And so was that other girl being fucked by the machine. "Well girls, I see you're awake and enjoying yourself." "Uck U" Emily responded through her gag. He began to hoist Emily back up hanging on the overhead track. Then he did the same to me, but not before placing his head between my legs and licking my swollen clit. I wanted to pull my hips away, but instead I think I pushed them forward. Sex toy, sex toy, sex slave ... ran through my head. I wanted to cry but there were no tears left.

Emily and I were pushed along the track until we faced the curtain. He pulled the curtain aside and the girl came into full view. Actually, she was a woman, older than both of us. Her body stretched as it was, was in very good shape with a flat stomach, but definitely older. She had a full mask over her face - black. Each time the machine pushed into her vagina, I could see her hips compress. The phallus seemed so thick, how could she take it in? Her brunette hair was long and wavy, very disheveled. And very familiar. God, no. Please don't let this be true. "Emily, Elizabeth ... it's time for a family reunion!" He removed the black mask and I looked at my mom. She looked back, to Emily, and then to me, then she tried to scream through her gag. Scream, cry, panic, it all seemed to happen at once. Emily was also panicked. I was just stunned. My mom was being raped before my eyes.

"Ladies, ladies, calm down. The man flipped a switch at the base of the rape pole and the phallus retracted, making a wet suction noise as it slipped out of my mom's vagina. The rubber dick was wet with my mom's juices, but I also noticed that a clear gel was oozing from small pin holes at the tip. My mom seemed to be begging. "eeaase, eeease, oot eeem ot eeem". "Listen ladies, I think it's time for your next bit of training. I'm going to start with Emily, but I'll be back for you two in a bit". My mom was shaking her head No, but he didn't seem to notice as he pushed Emily back over to the table, lowered her down onto her back, then rolled her out a set of double doors at the other end of the room. My mom and I looked into each others eyes. She was crying. Minutes later the man returned, and in his hand was a second rape pole. He placed it on the floor below me, between my exposed cunt. "Tammy, you and your daughter should relax while I prep Emily. Maybe you'd like to talk with each other ... while you're getting fucked!"

He removed my mom's gag. "Please, I'll do anything, ANYTHING! Just let my girls go. They're too young for this." Click! The man held my mom's hips steady as the pole pierced her vagina once again. "Oooh god, no, no, no more, uuuugh." He was behind me, hands on my hips. Click! I closed my eyes, but opened them wide as my lips spread open. I tried to relax, but it was soooo big. "Ahhhhhhh nnnnooooooo UGHhhhhhh". I felt a vibration on my clit, the phallus had some sort of vibrating protrusion at the base. "Please take it out, pleeeeeaaase, iittsss it's tooo big" I begged. I think my mom went into shock; it was like she was just staring into space. "Ok girls, enjoy!" He left. A moment later the machine started to fuck my mom, down, up, hesitate, stimulate, down, up. That seemed to bring her back. "Liz, Liz, just, just, ughh, just try to go somewhere else in your mind." I felt the machine pull down. The pain receded as my vagina contracted, but only for a second. I groaned out in pain, but then my clit felt the vibration. "He pierced by nipple mom". "I see baby, I see. Don't think about it, don't think about anything."

But it was impossible. The poles seemed to be synchronized, simulating us at the same time. I began to moan softy. "Oh god baby, don't, don't let it get to you." My mom seemed to be resisting. She kept talking to me, trying to distract me. My moaning became louder, my head flopped forward and then back with each stroke and my breathing increased. "ELIZABETH, look at me, look in my eyes!" I tried, but all I could see was her body, her breasts, her legs spread open, like mine. The machine fucking her. The machine fucking me. Sex toy, that's all I was now. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh gggggggggggddddddd AHHHHH ugh ugh ugh ugh hhh hhh hhh!" The orgasm racked my body. "No Liz, no. You Bastard! You Fucking Bastard!" My body continued to quiver, sweat dipping. How many orgasms could a girl have in one day? The machine stopped. He was with us again. "Liz, wow, what a nymph you've turned out to be. Mom — great job raising two totally hot sexy daughters." She screamed and struggled against her restraints. "You're going to rot in jail when they catch you!" By now he had lowered me onto the table. I was totally exhausted. My mom's yelling voice faded as I was rolled out and the doors closed behind.

Silently he rolled me down a hallway, then through another set of double doors into a small room. God I was tired. "Please sir, let me rest ... please." "Liz, you'll have time to rest soon enough. We're going to do a bit of hog-frame training." Before I could respond, he shoved a ring gag into my mouth. What was a hog frame? The ring held my mouth open wide — it was not comfortable. "Ok Liz, I'm going to remove your restraining frame. Do I need to shoot you up with another dose to keep you relaxed or will you be a good girl?" I nodded yes. Slowly the frame was removed, first my ankles, legs, and thighs were freed, then my wrists and neck. I lay there unrestrained, but so weak. "I need you to roll on your stomach." I could barely move my arms, he rolled me over like a fish. The feel of his hands on my body made me sick. He placed my arms at my sides and then I felt a strap over my legs. "It's just so you don't fall off the table". Another strap crossed my waist, and a third over my shoulders. "Your ass is gorgeous!" This man had already raped me, yet the thought of his eyes on my body was still horrid. He walked to a large closet off to the side, and came back with a large metal device of some kind. I began to shake at the site. "Liz, relax, just relax, or I'm going to have to inject you again." Then he pushed my gurney through the next set of doors. My head was looking to the left, but I immediately sensed my sister's presence to the right. I lifted my head and turned to look. Please don't let my sister be attached to that frame, I thought. But she was. She was on her stomach with her body arched backward. Her arms were pinned behind her back, locked at the elbows and wrists. Her feet were bent back, locked at the ankles putting them next to her hands, but spread apart. Lastly, her head was tied back with a black strap to a center rod This forced her head back, up against another metal brace. She could not turn to look at me, but from the straps around her cheeks I could tell she had the same ring gag as I did. And I was sure that soon I would be restrained as she was.

There was another table in the room. He placed the hog-frame on that table, then spun me around. I started to struggle, my strength coming back. But he grabbed my wrist and quickly tied a leather strap, then removed the center strap over my body. I tried to push up with my other now free arm, but he grabbed that wrist and tied it to my other, both tightly behind my back. Next he tied a thin strap to each of my ankles although I could not see where these straps went. I found out soon enough. With both the shoulder and leg strap removed from the gurney, I suddenly felt my body being pulled backward by the ankles. I was being dragged from one table onto the other, toward the metal frame. I looked forward, into my sisters eyes. Suddenly I felt something cold between my legs. Oh god, I was being penetrated! "nnnn nnnn nnnn". There was another part of the frame that I had not noticed, a rod which was now pushing into my vagina. "You're doing fine Liz." The rod was lubricated and slipped deeper in as he pulled by body by the ankles. When I thought I was about to split open, I felt the hilt. And like the fucking machine, this one too had something pushing against my clitoris. But for now I felt nothing but the pressure. There was no way I could struggle now, not with the rod in my cunt. He bent each of my legs back and attached them to the frame. Then my wrists were untied. With my arms free, I grabbed the front of the table and tried to pull forward, it was useless. A second later, he took hold of my left wrist, pulled my arm back and secured my elbow and wrist into the frame. I though my shoulder would dislocate. My right arm was next. God this position was uncomfortable. All that was left was my head — I felt him attach another strap to the back of my head, and then it was pulled backward until my neck was nestled into a C shaped bracket. With my arms and head pulled back, my breasts were lifted slightly off the table. I was as helpless as could possibly be.

He rolled my table so that I was facing Emily. Our mouths were wide open and breasts just lifted off the table. The ring in my nipple brushed the surface ever so slightly. We looked into each others eyes ... tears welling. "Be back in a minute with your mom." Time seemed to stand still. Any movement I made either hurt my shoulders or my vagina. I wonder where John was? How long had we been asleep? Neither of us said anything — not much we could say with the ring gag. God my jaw hurt. How long would he leave us like this? From outside the room I could hear my mom. She was cursing and begging. Then her voice became muffled. The man returned alone, but carrying another hog-frame. From a door on the other side of the lab he pulled out yet another table on wheels and placed the frame on top. "I had to shoot up your mom to calm her down — shouldn't last more than a few minutes. You girls want to watch?" He swung our tables around so we were side by side. He left for a second and returned pushing my mom. She lay on her stomach and didn't move at all. But her eyes were alert and she gasped when she saw the two of us.