This piece was written for an online friend. I hope you enjoy it as much as he did. He's an engineer and of often used to suggest weird contraptions for scenes. The piece is very short and self-contained and I have no plans to return to it, though the concept may get re-worked again into other stories.

The Right Combination

(M/f, D/s, bondage, devices, anal, mild torture)

Whenever you tell me you have a surprise for me, my stomach knots and that all too familiar sensation of dread washes over me. I am already nude, collared and gagged when you lead me down to your basement dungeon - a place I have grown to love and fear in equal measure.

"Close your eyes," you say.

I close my eyes and hear the heavy tumblers of the old lock click open. The door squeaks open and the warmth of your hand against my back signals me to step forward.

"Ta-da!" You grin at me when I open my eyes. I watch you wave your hands in a flourish of theatrical eagerness to draw my attention to your new contraption.

I look at the thing, and then back at you. I look at it again. It almost looks like a weight lifting bench, except for the padded bar between the two upright supports of the frame. I might even have thought it was completely unremarkable, except for one disturbing fact. At one end of the bench is small black box mounted on a metal extension arm that rises from under the bench. From this box protrudes a chrome rod about an inch in diameter and at its end, a dildo realistically crafted from black latex to resemble a six-inch cock.

"Would you like to try it out?" you ask.

Even if I wasn't gagged, I know the question is moot. You push me again toward the bench and have me kneel on all fours so that my hips are supported by the padded bar. Again you push, this time between my shoulder blades so that I am forced to rest my elbows on the padded bench while you snap closed cold steel manacles around my wrists. My ass is aimed back at the dildo and thrust provocatively in the air. You move behind me and lock my ankles in manacles as well, thus completely immobilizing me over the padded bar.

"Comfortable?" you ask.

I am, but only insofar as the padded bench is soft under my elbows and knees. The lubricant you apply to my anus feels cold and makes me shiver; the certain knowledge you intend to see my ass ravished by your new contraption makes me tremble. When you return from behind me you place a small silver box on the bench between my hands. It's a square box and has nine numbered buttons, much like a phone but without the zero.

"You see this?"

I nod in reply.

"The locks of your restraints are electronic. To free yourself, all you need do is guess the correct three digit combination and press the buttons on this box."

I eye you suspiciously. You continue speaking.

"Easy?"

I sense a catch.

"Every time you make an incorrect guess, well; allow me to demonstrate. I can tell you that this combination is wrong."

I watch helplessly as you jab the '1' button three times with your index finger. Immediately, the motor driving the dildo whirs to life and I feel the bluntness of the dildo press between my cheeks. The sensations of it as it spears my anal sphincter muscles steal my breath. I gasp as the shaft drives slowly and inevitably to the full depth of its stroke before it retreats. The cycle then repeats while you continue to explain.

"How many is that?" you ask after the cock has penetrated me and withdrawn several times. "The dildo should fuck you ten times for each wrong guess you make. Let's wait for this cycle to finish and then test it one more time, just to make sure."

I count the remainder of the strokes to ten and know it doesn't need to be checked, but I can't say anything to stop you from randomly jabbing the controls again.

"Incidentally," you say as the dildo fucks my ass for the second round. "If you make the same mistake twice, the machine will get faster. Also, if you wait longer than a minute between guesses, the machine will default into continuous mode. Fun, no?"

I shudder at both the thought and your wicked, throaty laugh as you leave the dungeon. I can still hear you laughing on your way back upstairs as I contemplate my first guess at the combination. It feels like I have no choice but to be methodical. I tentatively press '112' and then brace myself as the motor stirs to life again.

As the number of wrong combinations climbs, and my anus burns with the cycle of repeated impalements, I am forced to focus on the control box in front of me. A perverse sort of rhythm to my selections soon becomes automatic. Each time I press the buttons, I try and retain the memory of the number I selected while my ass is mercilessly rammed with the dildo.

Several minutes pass, and then more and I feel no closer to finding the correct combination than I did when I first started. My ass numbs to the sensations of the friction and my anal sphincter muscles give up all their resistance. I have already selected '145' but I press the buttons again, just to speed up the cycle of repetitions and hopefully allow me to arrive at the correct combination sooner rather than later...

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