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I finally had to pull over, my hands where shaking so bad I simply couldn't control the car any longer. My stomach was twisted up in knots and it felt like I would hurl any moment. Sweat pours from my pours causing my shirt to stick to my body. Sure, it was hot outside but I damn well knew that wasn't why I was sweating so badly.

No, it was the contents of my trunk.

"Holy shit, I did it." I groaned and let out a breathe I wasn't aware of holding in. Slowly I turned in my seat and looked back at my trunk. Of course, I couldn't see through the car to what it contained. I had to fight the impulse to actually get out and open the trunk to check. That would be really, really bad right now. I only sat on the side of the road for a few minutes. I couldn't afford a cop or some do-gooder stopping to see if I need help. I did need it, in the head, sure I had some mental defect for what I done!

Finally, I had the shaking under some kind of control and was able to pull back out on the road. Traffic was light, so at least that was a blessing. I still had over an hour to go before reaching home. I couldn't help but go over and over what actually happened in my head.

I worked an Electrical engineer for a company that shall remain nameless. I was an engineer in charge of overseeing research and development of a line of Automated Machinery for Factories, Robotics. I was on my way home from a truly stressful week where I presented our latest efforts to the powers to be. The closer I got to the city I lived in the worse traffic became so I finally I had enough and pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant.

It was sort of crowded in there, but not overly so. When I finally got a table, I ordered what I usually ordered A grease burger and fries. Yeah, I know boring but I am a creature of habit.

As I was eating, I noticed a slight commotion out of the corner of my eye. I turned and looked out the window to see what was going on. My heart seemed to skip a few beats as a gorgeous Red headed Angel hopped out of a car. She immediately started arguing with a tall Blonde that looked almost like an older carbon copy of her. My eyes first settled on her bare back and her long gorgeous red hair tied in a pony tail that went all the way to her ass. My god her ass! She had the perfect little round ass and didn't mind showing it off apparently. She was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts that where cut way to short. The lower crease of her ass cheeks was plainly in view as would be her little cunt if she cut them any shorter. I couldn't see her feet or lower legs because the car was blocking my view. But her thighs where nice and trim, the kind you want wrapped around your head. She was also wearing one of those hippie tops. You know the kind that are basically a swatch of clothe held on by straps around the neck and waist. This one was white and did nothing to hide her perky little nipples that poked at the fabric.

She was arguing with what I assumed was her mother was wearing a rather conservative business suit. As the only real hint of her figure I could see where her shapely calves, my attention didn't linger on her much. My eyes couldn't help returning to the sexy little Nymph.

After what seemed like an eternity the Mother stomped off and headed for the restaurant door leaving the angel standing there by herself to stew. After a brief conversation the hostess lead her to a table where she was greeted by several men dressed in fancy suits.

Glancing outside, I noticed the girl had climbed back into the car. Suddenly it dawned on me what the argument had to of been about. The mother was having a business dinner and her daughter was dressed like a little slut. So mom was forced to make her stay in the car while she had her meeting. I shifted my cock and tried to pay attention to my meal. It was hard, but I actually did manage to do it. Why was she affecting me this way? I've never before reacted to a girl or a woman like that. I couldn't understand it, and couldn't help but glance out that damn window every few seconds. My god she was beautiful the way she pouted. It sort of made her freckles stand out even more as her skin flushed in anger.

Get a hold of yourself frank, she can't be more then thirteen or fourteen! I fussed inwardly at myself. I just couldn't though! I kept picturing those little nipples erect and sucking on them. Those thighs wrapped around my head as I licked that little red furry cunt. I kept wondering if she had sexy feet. Yes, you could say I have a minor fetish for sexy feet on a woman. It's not something I obsess about, it just adds to things if she has sexy bare feet.

Finally my meal was gone and I didn't want to leave! I procrastinated over two cups of coffee before I finally had to piss. When I returned I damn near went into a panic. She was gone and so was the car she had been sitting in! Glancing about, I noticed the table was empty where her mother had her little meeting. Shit what was I going to do now?

Finally I had to resign myself and paid my bill. I couldn't help but think at the time that I should have never of stopped off for dinner. I was in a deeper depression then when I left work!

I pulled out of the lot and headed for home. A few blocks down my heart began to skip again as I spotted the Mother's car. She pulled out a few cars ahead of me from the Burger Joint's drive through window. I guess she wasn't a totally heartless bitch and fed the girl. I mean shit, she had made her stay in the hot car for over an hour by herself while she snoozed with those suits.

Something took over then inside of me, it was almost like demonic possession. When I spotted her I vowed to not loose sight of her again! I felt like some cheap television detective as I followed her through the city. Staying back several car lengths was they do in those shows.

Forty five minutes later, we where in a rather decent looking sub division. It was about the same quality as the one I lived in but on the opposite side of town. Finally they pulled into the driveway of a white two story house and began to get out of their car. I passed by slowly noting the house, knowing full well someone would notice me sitting on the side of the street.

What the fuck was I doing? What did I hope to achieve? What was I going to do, walk up and knock on the door? When the lady answered simply ask her if she'd mind if I fucked the living shit out of her daughter? I think not!

Honestly, I don't know what was going through my head. I don't know why I was doing what I was doing. I have had fantasies for years of totally dominating someone, of turning a woman into my fuck toy and having her completely as my will. I have even played that way with a few women that liked being tied up. Those times always left me severely wanting because it never left the bedroom.

This though? This was way beyond any previous fantasy or compulsion this was down right madness! Now that I knew where she lived, I felt some of my tension drained away. Some semblance of sanity gripped me and I drove home.

Back home, I tried distracting myself with a few projects I was working on. A friend of mine's wife had seen those Sybian machines on the internet a few years back. She knew what I did for a living and asked me if I could make one. She made it sound like a joke at the time, but I knew it wasn't a joke by the look in her eyes.

After a bit of research, I finally told her I could. She immediately begged me to make her one. After getting her husband's permission, I did. It took me months just to come up with a design I was pleased with and was sure would be safe. When I finally delivered it to her she was ecstatic. I had to made a quick retreat too, because she seemed like she was going to try it out right there.

I later found out that she did! She loved it so much that it only took her two months to wear the damn thing out. She came back practically on hands and knees begging for me to fix it or make another one. She looked good down there, I was half tempted to make her prove how desperate she was for it. Then my conscious kicked in and I simply agreed.

It sort of snowballed from there. She told a friend, who told a friend. Now, I have a side business of making these fucking machines. I average three or four a month and I could probably make a lot more sales if I didn't work at my regular job.

Anyway, I tried working on a reinforced Machine for this big girl but my mind wasn't in it. I kept picturing the girl, Angel as I started calling her in my head. I kept picturing Angel in all types of situations. Her naked and begging me to suck my cock. Her tied spread eagle across my bed. Her laying across my lap as I spanked her ass and then fingered her little cunt.

For two weeks I was more then worthless. My boss was complaining because I didn't get a thing done at work. My customers where complaining because I was several machines behind on production. I had it bad. The more I tried to not think about the girl, the more I did. It was even worse when I'd finally get to sleep. The little minx even invaded my dreams!

It was almost a month after I spotted her that day when things came to a head. My boss got so fed up with me at work he fired my ass. I had let a project get so back logged it would take them six months to even catch up on it. That's when I knew what I had to do. I simply couldn't shake the girl from my mind. I knew that if I was going to even consider salvaging my life I had to have her. So I began to make plans.

There was no way I would ever let go of her once I had her. So I knew I needed a place to keep her. The only logical place was the basement so I began to relocate all the junk piled up down there into the garage.

The basement is basically one huge open space. With the water heater, washer, dryer and stuff tucked in a corner by the stairs. Once it was all emptied out, I began to visualize what I wanted to do with the space and kept coming up blank. I had to admit to myself after staring at the empty space for an hour. But I knew people who did!

Making fuck Machines labels you a pervert to those who know about it. I had to admit that I was a sick pervert given what I was planning. I knew it was wrong but I didn't care. I knew I could go to jail easily and again, I didn't care. All that matter at that point was getting my hands on my Angel.

It took me another hour before deciding who would be best to call to get this done. Finally I decided on Marco, He was about the fifth person I had made machines for. He was also someone I had always envied. Because when I had first met him, he wasn't shy about proclaiming that the Machine was for his two live in fuck toys or Slaves as he called them. Shit when I had delivered them, he had proved it. He had both of those hot little blondes strip down and take the machine for a ride right there in his living room.

Afterwards, he gave me a tour of his basement. It was a picture right out of one of those Medieval castles and it was absolutely perfect! Yes, Marco was the perfect person to call and he confirmed it after only a brief conversation on the phone. He'd do it, provided I float the bill though he wanted another Machine in payment for his services. I was quick to agree.

Over the next four months I worked along side Marco to create my dungeon. Well, It only took two months to get it complete but when I admitted to him I was clueless about most of the things in it. He insisted on teaching me using his girls as training aids. The space was rather large and I used quite a bit of it for the Dungeon. The First step, was a dividing wall to separate it from the utilities. It would be a bad thing to have some one stumble into my den of depravity.

The room was kept wide open, so that any of my 'victims' could easily see what was going on. The back wall was lined with several cages made by one of Marco's other perverted friends. For some reason I had opted to get them in pairs, thank god I did! The first cages where like those used for large breed dogs, only stronger. The second cages where tall and thin so it's occupant was forced to stand. These We had to secure to the ceiling so they didn't run the risk of tipping over. The third set where more like coffins you could see through. It forced the person to lay down but provided little to no comfort.

Then there where the large furniture items that Marco declared I just had to have. St. Andrews cross, stocks, various benches, and several large cabinets. In those I stored the restraints and toys. All the whips, paddles, straps, and such got hung on the wall so they where easily seen and gotten too.

My main idea was to not alter the space to much incase I decided to sell the house some day. The people who buy the place would just be told the room was for storage. Which highly appealed to me, as my business was growing and I'd soon be able to afford a nicer place. Hopefully one without as many nosey neighbors!

Though the ceiling wasn't really high enough to suspend someone from, it did provide the perfect height for eyebolts. I was delighted when he demonstrated those! He bound the wrists of one of his girls together, and showed me how to secure her to the eyebolt. She was barely able to stand on the floor on her tip toes and provided the perfect target.

Marco took advantage of that situation to begin my instruction with the whips.

Several times in my training sessions we all had gotten worked up pretty badly. He repeatedly offered me one or another of his girls to relieve the pressure But I always declined. No, I was saving that all up for my Angel though I did ask for a rain check. I had even quit masturbating and believe me, that was quite a difficult feat! I should also mention that during this time, I would drive past Angel's house now and

again. I kept telling myself that I did it to make sure she didn't move away. But I knew the truth, I couldn't 'Not' see her. I was an addict, and damn well knew what my drug was!

It was the beginning of fall, almost six months after that fateful day that I reached the point of no return.

My 'check's on Angels home where random and never on the same day or Time. I could do this because I had chosen to go into Fuck Machine production full time. I was up to twelve customers per month and even kept two machines on consignment with a local porn shop. Business was good, and my hours where highly flexible.

It was shortly after ten at night and I was driving past Angel's house when I saw her come barreling out the front door. She was wearing another pare of those shorts and holding a shirt up to cover her tits. She ran faster then anyone I'd ever seen as she took off barefoot down the road.

Not ten seconds later, a pimple faced kid ran out of the house and down the street in the opposite direction. The Mom came to the door cursing a string of obscenities at the both of them as they high tailed it. She looked damn hot herself, decked out in a low cut blue cocktail dress with heels and black stockings. She held my attention only for a moment though and it suddenly hit me.