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Trust Machines - Tom Hangs It Up
🕑 Added 2024-10-12 04:00:05 +0000 UTCThis story takes place in dfenger’s wonderful Trust Machines universe. Tom and Susan have appeared in several stories together: Big Red Button, Mural, and Teeny Tiny Button. At this point, they are a married couple. Usually, Tom has some diabolical transformation for Susan. Apologies if there's anything wrong with this. I got the idea Thursday around 9 AM. As I wanted to bump this weeks story by a week anyway, I rushed this one to the finish. I had ideas for a couple other scenes but I'm not sure they would add anything. Maybe yet another sequel. Tom and Susan are a fun pair.
The whirring of the drill stopped as the screw was seated flush with the ceiling. Tom moved the drill to the next screw and tightened it.
“Almost done?” Susan said, walking into the room five minutes since the last time she had.
“One last screw. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I wouldn’t have you putting screw holes in the ceiling if I were unsure.”
He sank the last screw. Two metal boxes hung from the ceiling about a foot apart. The front side of the boxes had a couple buttons on them. The other side had a sloped opening. One might assume you could hang a curtain rod between the two devices. Except, they were rather big for that purpose and they are awfully close together for curtains.
He took hold of the two openings in the back and lifted himself in a quasi-chin-up to test that it would hold him up.
“If it holds me, it’ll easily hold you.”
“I can’t wait.”
“How’s it feel that we’re going to entrap you in a trap of your own design?”
“Excited. And I shouldn’t be. I should apprehensive, nervous, and gobsmacked. It’s all your fault.”
“What?”
“It’s all your fault I’m about to entrap myself for pleasure. You did that to me. You turned me into this.”
“You’ve never complained before. What did I turn you into?”
“A hedonist. I was never like that before. Now, I can’t wait to lose myself in uncontrollable pleasure.”
“Are you just venting or is this an issue? I can take these down.”
“Fuck, no. Test the buttons and lets head out to the Venn machine.”
“Aye, aye, Captain Stuckslut.”
She didn’t return his salute. Instead, she laughed. “Who gave you permission to call me by my secret name?”
“Secret? You’re friends are well aware you’re a stuck slut.”
“Yes, but I haven’t told them I was promoted to Captain. It was going to be a surprise the next time I’m not stuck.”
“So? Never?”
Their laughter turned into kisses, kisses turned into disrobing, and nudity turned in pleasuring one another. The testing she wanted done was forgotten for now as they tumbled into the bed and made love.
* * *
“You have to get out of the machine,” Tom said.
“Are people waiting?”
“No, but, they will eventually.”
“I hadn’t realized how extreme this would look.”
“It’s fine. There’s a pair of dinosaur humanoids walking past. No one will bat an eye.”
“We’re part gecko, part human,” one of the humanoids said.
“My mistake.”
“No problem.” As they walked away, Tom heard something about one of them telling the other “so” and something else about “a gila monster next time.”
“See? No one will care.
“You think so?”
“You want to use the device in the bedroom, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And you tested them?”
“I only tested the parts I could.”
“Then let’s go. I think a couple are approaching the machine.”
“Fine.” She stepped out of the Venn machine. She looked as she always did with one exception, technically two. Sticking straight out from the sides of her head, displacing her ears an inch or so, were two metal cylinders about six or seven inches covered in black rubber grips in the style of the grips found on motorcycle handlebars. “Everyone is staring.”
“Why would they stare?” he said as he looked directly at someone not five feet away openly staring at her. They turned away.
“Because they know exactly what the handlebars are for.”
“Well, you and I know they’re only partially correct.”
“I almost forgot that. Thanks for revving me up.”
“I’ll throttle you later.”
“You promised you wouldn’t do those jokes before I showed you the plans.”
“Sorry. You’re right. I don’t want to downshift your mood.”
“Thomas!” Her eyes shifted left and right. “Give me a brake.”
* * *
She practically ran from the front door to the bedroom. When he caught up to her she was standing directly under the device he had attached to the ceiling. She was also naked.
“Eager, aren’t we? Don’t we need to test the kneeling configuration first?”
“Fine. Get your ass over here.”
“I don’t think I can hold the handles facing away from you.”
She knelt down and his pants were no longer on his body. It didn’t take her long to get him ready. She took him in her mouth and looked up expectantly.
He gripped the handles and twisted the left one back toward himself. As he did, her mouth became stuck opened. It wouldn’t close. As he yanked her forward with the handles she discovered the mouth opening setting was also connected to the part that made her throat accept his cock with ease.
He rocked her back and forth. Since he could firmly grip her head without pulling her hair the motion was smooth. When he was close to cumming, he rolled the right grip toward him.
The effect on Susan was instant. Her entire body vibrated with pleasure. Her throat emitted a moan that pushed him over the edge and he came down her throat. She didn’t mind as she was having trouble thinking until he released the right grip.
He let her go and staggered back a bit. “That was intense. How are you?”
She couldn’t speak and she didn’t try. She knew that was part of the left setting. She just nodded. She stood up with her arms down by her side. Her eyes were staring as far to the left as she could look without turning her head.
“Okay.” He took hold of the left grip. “Don’t look up at me. Tilt your head down a bit or you’ll end up facing the ceiling soon.”
She nodded. Her head tilted forward, pointing at his waist and straightening the focus of her eyes.
He turned the left grip back another quarter turn.
She felt her limbs stiffen and lock in place. With another twist, her entire body was frozen in place. She could not believe how turned on she was at this moment. Only her eyes were able to move.
He bent down to look her in the eyes. “Ready?”
She blinked rapidly.
With a laugh, he grabbed her under arms and lifted her up. Her head brushed against the ceiling as he got the two grips lined up with the slot. He pulled her forward and the handles rested in the slanted openings.
With her head almost touching the ceiling, she was taller than him for once. Not that she could do anything. Her eyes stared to the right.
“You want me to press the button?”
She rolled her eyes.
He pressed the engage button on both halves of the device and a whirring sound started and stopped indicating the clutches held the grips.
Her eyes fluttered a bit.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” He didn’t wait for her to react. He just pressed the go button. He could see the right handle twist back, pulled by the device. Her body was jolted by pleasure once again. The machine rolled the grip back to neutral after a few seconds.
“Good?”
Her eyes rolled back to normal from where they had been rolled up into the back of her head.
Before she could try to control their motion, the machine rolled the right handle back again and she was once again flushed with pleasure.
“I’ll leave you to your ‘ordeal,’” Tom said. He sat down on the chair at her vanity and surfed the web while her mind was being fried with pleasure.
Caption: With a wink, the otherwise immobilize Susan indicates she ready to be hung up.
* * *
An hour later, he disengaged the clutches and lifted her out of the machine. He twisted the left handle forward until she could move and close her mouth. “You good?”
“Wonderful. Why’d you take me down?” She wobbled on her feet.
“You’re kind of an android at the moment. But you’re basically human. You still need to eat. I’m sure you’re thirsty. I made dinner. You can hang there afterward.”
“Okay,” she said with a bit less swaying. She was still a little fuzzy feeling until she got some food into her. “You were right. I needed food.”
“Was it everything you wanted it to be?”
“And more.”
“Who are you going to show it to?”
“Angela helped me make the plans so she’ll want to see it.”
“Do you want to be in it when she arrives?”
“I don’t know.” After a thoughtful moment, she said, “Did you make any modifications?”
“What do you think?”
“I’m sure you did.”
“And?”
“You won’t tell me what they are.”
“You know me so well.”
“If you promise not to turn on the stimulator, I might be willing to try sleeping up there.”
“Interesting. So, not now. At bed time.”
“Yes.”
They watched some television. Susan found she had to lay on her side with her head in Tom’s lap so the handles didn’t interfere. The downward pointing handle had to wedge between the couch cushions.
When they go to the bed room, she got changed for bed and stood under the device. Tom came out of the bathroom in his pajamas. He walked up to her and picked her up.
“What are you? You didn’t lock me….”
In one swift motion, he had the handles up against the back of the machine. He pulled her forward and the handles settled easily into it. He let her go. He engaged the clutches on both halves of the device.
“You’re suppose to immobilize me first,” she said. Although her head was held firmly. The rest of her was free to flail about as she liked.
“One of the changes I made was to reinforce your spine so you can’t rip your own head off while hanging from it.”
He grabbed her about the waist and lifted his legs off the ground.
“Oh,” she said. “This feels… secure? But, you’re still heavy. Let go.”
He set himself back down. On tiptoes, he managed to kiss her lips. “Good night.”
“When I said I wanted to sleep here, I meant immobilized.”
“I know. See you tomorrow.”
“You’re going to hear me all night. Get me down.”
“I could just lock you mouth open and silent. Or you could settle down and just try it.”
“Hmmphff!” She grunted, her arms folded in front of her petulantly. “Fine.” She let her arms fall by her side and closed her eyes.
After a few moments, he heard her breathing become soft and regular with a slight hint of snore, as he was accustomed to hearing as she slept. He rolled over and when to sleep.
* * *
She woke up in the early dawn light with an urgent feeling in her bladder. “Tom,” she called out. “Tom!” When he didn’t react, she remembered one of the features of the machine’s design. She reached up and placed her hands on both outer sides of the device. At the very top, where only she could reach without a ladder, were two recessed buttons. She pressed them both.
She felt the clutches disengage. A sweep arm pressed against her handlebars and pushed them up the ramp toward the back of the device. There were two hushed beeps before she dropped to the floor. Thankful that the device worked as she designed it, she rushed into the bathroom.
She got into bed with Tom, almost poking him in the face with one of the handles. She discovered she could only lay on her back or her face, which made it difficult to snuggle up to him. Laying on her back, she glanced at the device on the ceiling wishing there were a way to put herself into it without assistance. She closed her eyes and dozed off again.
She was awoken after an unknown amount of time. Her eyes opened but the rest of her was unable to move. She saw Tom release the left handle.
“Ah, you’re awake,” he said. His finger trailed down her raised leg and played with the trimmed hairs at the top of her sex. “Blink a lot if you don’t want wake up sex.
She held her eyes open and wide, causing him to laugh.
“Got it.” After a bit of foreplay, he mounted her body, currently bent and locked into a pose conducive to deep penetration. After a few orgasms, he flumped down beside her. “Give me a minute to recover and then I’ll unlock you.”
As if she had a choice, she thought.
* * *
That evening, as they were watching television, Tom said, “I do have another surprise.”
“Of course.”
“It isn’t in your venn. It’s in the device.”
“Oh?”
“What to see it?”
“Why not?”
They went into the bedroom.
“You have to be locked up for this one.”
She kissed him for a few moments before she stepped back and assumed her neutral pose, remembering to tilt her head downward. He twisted the left handle a few times and she was locked in place.
He picked her up and placed her in the device. He reached around back and hit a button she hadn’t seen.
“Sneaky,” she thought.
She felt the machine’s grasp of her handles shift. The machine turned the handles. Her body arced forward, her body rising upward. At a decent angle, the machine seemed to let go and she oscillated back and forth like a pendulum. She could feel the machine was adding to her momentum to compensate for the friction.
“How is it?”
She wasn’t sure how to respond. She felt like she was rocking in a bassinet. She closed her eyes to enhance the feeling. In no time, the motion had put her to sleep.
When she woke up, the machine beeped a few times. She felt the machine disengage and her body slowly returned to center after several more free swings. Tom wasn’t in the bedroom. She waited.
He stepped in a moment later. “I thought I heard beeping.” He lifted her out of the machine and unlocked her body.
“That was so relaxing,” she said. “How long did I sleep?”
“About thirty-two hours.”
“What? I missed an entire day?”
“Yeah. Who knew?”
“I do need to use the bathroom.” As she rushed to the bathroom it was only then she noticed the figure standing immobilized to the side of the machine. “What is Angela doing here? And why does she have handlebars?” Susan said loudly as she closed the bathroom door.
Tom stood outside the door and with a raised voice said, “She came over this morning and when I told her about your exploits, she demanded that I venn her so she could try out the machine.”
“Why is she just standing there?”
“I have her at full throttle. She said to leave her like that until I got you down.”
“So, you’re going to release her now?”
“No. I just hung her up there. When you get out, I’ll reduce her throttle.”
Susan laughed.
A few minutes later, she returned to the bedroom. Angela was hanging from the device. Her eyes were fluttering, the only indication that she experiencing constant pleasure.
Tom hit a couple buttons on the machine and Angela was no longer locked in place and no longer being throttled. She wailed out a cry of pure ecstasy followed by heavy breathing.
“Is that what I looked like?”
“Pretty much.”
“Hi, Sue,” Angela said.
“Take your time,” she said.
Angela just nodded as she continued to breathe heavily. “I like this hanging feeling.” She pulled her legs up and caught her ankles with her hands.
“I thought you said I was nuts.”
“I did. I didn’t say I wasn’t nuts.”
Tom laughed.
“Tom,” Susan said. “Let me get dressed. We have those errands to run.”
“That’s not funny,” Angela said.
“Sure, Susan.”
Susan started removing her pajamas and picking out an outfit to wear.
“I’m not falling for it. You won’t…”
“Leave you hanging?” Tom said. “Do you even know us?”
“Fine. Please don’t leave me here and go out.”
“You can let yourself down,” Tom said.
“Oh, don’t tell her.”
“Oh, right,” Angela said. She reached up and felt the edge of the machine’s sides. By the time she found the buttons, Susan was dressed.
“Great. Do you want to join use for lunch?”
“Go out together with these handles sticking out of our heads?”
“No one will care,” Susan said.
Comments
MistyIsle
Great story!
Magicshoppe
OOoo, Susan dancing on strings.... :)
Steve
What a hot little story! When I first saw the title, I thought it was going to be some kind of puppet themed tf. But what I got instead was super fun
