Carolyn slipped down the alleyway. She lifted the hem of her long lace dress to avoid the puddles. Her riding boots splashing through the pools of water left after the recent rain. She stopped outside the dark red wooden door and after glancing both ways, knocked a quick rat-a-tat-tat on the door.

An old man peered around the door when it was finally unlocked. He ran his eyes over Carolyn, taking in the top hat and goggles, the dress frock and lace skirts that marked her out as a society lady. He swallowed and stepped back. 

Carolyn entered and looked around as the man closed and locked the door before leading her into his workshop. Carolyn gazed around the room. There were pieces of brass piping and cogs and wires scattered over several workbenches.

“You are Monsieur Fabergé?” she enquired. He gave the merest nod of his head in response. “You come very very highly recommended indeed.”

“I’m pleased to hear it, Madame.” He paused, once again taking in her figure. He was slower this time, appreciating her beauty under the oil lamps that hung from the ceiling.

“So what are you looking for?”

“I have heard you can produce the ultimate machine. Something that lasts longer than any man or longer than any woman can endure. Is this true?”

“I cannot guarantee it, Madam, but so far, there have been no complaints.” He paused. “However, it is not something you can keep secret from your household.”

Carolyn merely smirked. “I don’t need to keep secrets, Monsieur.”

The old man sighed and picked up a notebook. “Very well, Madame. It will take four weeks to fabricate and will cost one thousand Francs. I’m sure your friend told you how long it took. And I hope you brought the deposit.”

Carolyn nodded. Her cousin, Amy had told her as much as she dared about the machine and the process, which wasn’t very much. Amy had been sworn to secrecy about the workings. All Amy could say was that it was the ultimate high. Carolyn was fascinated and pressed for more. Amy’s descriptions of how it felt were sending pulses to Carolyn’s core. She sat open-mouthed as Amy described how she had come so many times they had merged together and when the machine finally stopped, she’d slumped unconscious. Carolyn had begged to see it and to be allowed to use it but Amy refused. Amy insisted that each machine was designed specifically for its owner. 

Carolyn then attempted seduction, leaning in to brush Amy’s long red hair back from her neck but although Carolyn and Amy had been lovers for several years, from Amy’s seventeenth birthday in fact, Amy refused. She laughed sweetly and told Carolyn that even her dexterous fingers could not compete with the machine. And, if it became known she’d allowed someone else to use it, she was fearful the machine might be taken away.

And now, three weeks later, Carolyn sat in the place where the machine was built. Amy had told Carolyn that the Monsieur only saw women by appointment, and so Carolyn was forced to wait, becoming more and more frustrated until finally, the thin white envelope containing the invitation arrived in the post that morning.

Come alone to this workshop along the wharf.

Bring one hundred francs.

Do not tell anyone where you are going.

To Carolyn’s suspicious mind, it sounded like the perfect place to rob her of her hundred francs or worse. But the by now desperate need between her legs convinced her otherwise. Her maidservant was sent to the Bank and her driver was ordered to prepare the carriage. They left her house in the expensive part of town and travelled down to the docks. She’d made the final part of the journey alone and now, aware no one knew she was here, she waited.

The Monsieur stood and walked over to Carolyn. “The money, s’il vous plait.” Carolyn stared at the outstretched hand for a moment, took a breath, reached into her bag and withdrew the envelope.

The man turned as he opened it, counting the notes.

“Strip, please.”

Carolyn froze. “What?”

“I said strip. I require precise measurements. I cannot do that if you are wrapped up like a Christmas present.”

The man picked up a tape measure and returned to her. He began writing in the book.

“Madame, if you do not remove your clothing, I cannot make the machine so you may as well go home.” He took the envelope back out of the notebook and held it out to her.

Carolyn began to unfasten her buttons. The man nodded, and continued to write in his notebook, turning around to count objects as if doing a stock take.

Finally, Carolyn stood naked in front of him. She attempted to cover her breasts and curls with her hand and arms but the man mimed the arms raised and Carolyn reluctantly raised her arms.

As the man moved around her, she could smell the hint of tobacco. A pipe smoker, like her father, she concluded. It was her abiding memory of her Papa. Snuggling on his knee as he smoked a pipe and read her a bedtime story. But he was long dead and she was the Countess now.

She flinched as the man’s fingers brushed her inner thigh. She felt the end of the tape measure pressing against her labia and screwed her eyes up as she felt a wetness ooze out. This whole experience had been making her drip for weeks.

“This is the last one,” he whispered as he carefully, almost sensuously wrapped the tape around her neck. When he had finished measuring the length, width and circumference of just about every bone and muscle in her body, he snapped the notebook shut.

“Good. Now, follow me.” Still naked, Carolyn followed him over to a table on which were an assortment of different sized dildos.

“Does Madame have a favourite size?” 

Carolyn found herself questioning her sanity as she stared at the fake penises in every length and thickness you could imagine. She picked one up and was surprised at how heavy it felt. The cover appeared to be a very soft vellum and her thumb stroked it softly, feeling a warmth to it.

“I.. I.. I’m not sure,” she stammered.

The man took the dildo she still held in her hand and shook his head. “I think this one is a bit on the small side.” He reached across and picked up a much larger one from a couple of rows further down.

Carolyn shook her head, protesting, “No, No. I couldn’t.”

“Trust me,” the man whispered, stroking her face. We can do a test drive.” He saw a look of disgust flash across Carolyn’s face and quickly reassured her. “Oh, I don’t mean with me.” He turned and called, “Nicole!”

“Oui, papa.” A tall young woman appeared out of a side door. She smiled when she saw Carolyn, who had instinctively tried to cover herself again.

“Don’t worry, Madame,” Nicole whispered and kissed Carolyn softly on the mouth. Carolyn relaxed, responding to the kiss and kissing back, pushing her tongue into the girl's mouth. After a few minutes, the girl broke the kiss and stepped back. She slipped off the simple tunic she wore and Carolyn was shocked to see her wearing a leather harness around her waist.

“Start with the one she wanted to use,” her father told Nicole. Carolyn watched as the young woman slipped the dildo into the harness so it thrust out in front of her like a cock.

“From behind, I think.” Nicole motioned to Carolyn to lean over the worktop. She spat on her hand and rubbed it over the dildo then positioned herself behind Carolyn. Holding onto Carolyn’s hips for support, Nicole slammed the dildo deep inside Carolyn. 

“Fuck,” Carolyn screamed. Nicole continued to pound Carolyn’s wet pussy for another minute before stopping.

“Does that feel good?” the man questioned.

“Oui,” Carolyn gasped. She hadn’t been taken like that in a long time. He handed a much larger dildo to Nicole.

“Try this one and see which is better.” He smiled and waited until Nicole grabbed Carolyn’s hips once more and forced the longer, thicker dildo deep inside.

Carolyn howled, her eyes rolled back in her head as the young woman ravaged her. Her breathing was ragged and she was on the cusp of an almighty orgasm when the man leant in. “Better? Bigger is better. Oui?”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” Carolyn squealed. “Just don’t stop.”

“Very good.” The old man clapped his hands together while Nicole removed the cum covered dildo and handed it to him. Carolyn howled in frustration as she was left denied.

The man handed Nicole a much smaller, thinner dildo, already lubed and watched patiently as Nicole took Carolyn’s ass.

“Oh please, no, fuck, are you sure?” Carolyn begged. “It’s so tight.” Nicole smirked as Carolyn’s half-hearted protestations turned to moans. The man nodded and Nicole reached down and rubbed Carolyn’s clit. The man watched as Carolyn spasmed and finally orgasmed.

“Excellent,” the man exclaimed and Nicole pulled out and guided Carolyn to sit on a chair. Carolyn’s dark curls were a matted mess as she sat, sprawled on the armchair. Nicole rolled and tugged on Carolyn’s nipples. She smiled approvingly as fresh drips of cum oozed out of her overstimulated pussy. The man took a couple more measurements of her nipples then leant down and bit the left one with his teeth.

He pulled his head back, stretching the tit, making it almost conical as Carolyn whimpered and writhed, held down on the chair by Nicole pressing on her shoulders. He sucked, tugged and bit her nipples while stimulating her clit until she came again. This time she gave a long agonising wail as her muscles clenched around her empty pussy. 

When Carolyn slumped, exhausted, Nicole slipped between her legs and licked her clean. She guided Carolyn back into her clothes and when she was ready to leave, the old man told her they would deliver the machine to her apartment in exactly four weeks. 

Carolyn wandered back to her waiting driver in a daze. She’d had her share of lovers but none could satiate her voracious appetite for very long. Something told her that whatever the old man was constructing possibly could. 

The four weeks crawled by. Carolyn had withdrawn the money in several smaller amounts so as not to arouse suspicion. Following Amy's suggestion, she had ordered a room on one of the upper floors to be cleared and decorated. The room had been painted a deep blood red with mahogany floorboards. 

The house was already connected to the city’s steam network and an extra pipe had been plumbed in to allow power to the room. The windows were covered in heavy velvet curtains and the only key to the room now hung around Carolyn’s neck. 

Finally, the front doorbell rang and her maidservant went to answer it. Carolyn waited in the drawing room while Nicole and the old man worked upstairs. Finally, Nicole and her maid came in to tell them it was ready. 

Carolyn instructed her maid to keep everyone downstairs and hurriedly followed Nicole up the two flights to see it at last. 

The old man stood, nervously wringing his hands when he saw Carolyn approach. Carolyn stopped dead. It was beautiful. She slowly walked around it. It looked a bit like a bed, up on its end, covered in plush red velvet with an array of straps and metal armatures. She felt Nicole move behind her and whisper in her ear, asking if she was ready to try it.

“Oui,” Carolyn breathed. Her heart raced already as Nicole helped her undress.

“It’s designed so you don’t need any assistance,” the old man explained. “Most clients prefer their privacy.”

Nicole held up an usually shaped corset that looked like it had shorts attached to it. “You must put this on, Madame.”

Carolyn stepped into the leg holes and pulled them up. There were ridges and nodes on the insides of it and it fitted so snugly around her mound and bum. She ran a hand over the front and felt buttons inside the material which pressed against her sex. There were two holes in the crotch which lined up exactly with her pussy and ass. The old man’s measurements were spot on.

She fastened the corset, feeling more of the buttons arranged around the cups. Once fastened into it, she allowed herself to be guided into the contraption by Nicole. She listened and followed Nicole’s instructions as she strapped herself in. She placed her feet in the stirrups and buckled the straps. She attached the carabiners on the outside of the corset to the clips on the machine. Nicole guided her hand to move the two dildos that she’d last seen four weeks earlier so they rested at the entrance to her ass and pussy.

Finally, with some trepidation, she attached the metal collar around her neck. Nicole talked her carefully through everything. It was vital she understood how to use everything herself in future. She looked at the two buttons. Red and Green. Green for go, Nicole intoned and red to stop. Carolyn felt she was part of the machine. An array of cogs and pistons and flywheels rumbled behind her. Steam power. It was the future. All the advertisements in the Times declared it so. And now here she was, embracing it. Embracing becoming one with the machine.

Nicole stroked her cheek. “Are you ready, Madame?”

“Oui,” Carolyn whispered and eagerly pressed the green button.

There was a hiss of escaping steam and the machine slowly came to life. The main pistons moved in and out, hissing as they built up a rhythm. The cogs whirred and turned. Carolyn turned her head as much as she could with her neck restrained and gazed at Nicole. 

“Enjoy,” Nicole whispered and then the large fat dildo slowly pressed forward. It pressed inside Carolyn. Only a few millimetres as if finding its way. Then it wound back and started again. Slowly, precisely, pushing further and further inside with every thrust. 

At the same time, she felt the corset come to life. Suction cups gripped her nipples and clit and suckled greedily. Carolyn’s hands moved instinctively to squeeze her tits but the smooth leather of the corset prevented her from removing the cups. They sucked harder. The dildo against her ass began to move. She was being taken in both holes. The machine was perfectly calibrated so as the one in her pussy slid out, the one in her ass slid in. In and out. Over and over. Like a metronome. And all the time, her clit and nipples were sucked and tugged. Pulse after pulse sent directly to her core.

Her eyes darted from left to right. Nicole and the old man stood watching. She saw the buttons in front of her. Green to go and red to stop. She whimpered as the dildo in her ass was forced in deeper. She heard the pump pump pump of the steam, the pistons cranking, the armatures moving, driving the dildos deep into each hole. And all the while, the suction cups sucked her nipples and clit.

Somehow the variation changed. Sometimes it was soft gentle sucks, other times it was hard and insistent. She writhed, strapped into the machine. The pistons sped up. Faster, harder, deeper. The dildos pummeled her holes. She could hear herself squelch as the machine took her.

The orgasm came quickly. She felt the buildup and as the machine increased the speed again, she convulsed and spasmed, impaled on two dildos. Finally she slumped. But the machine didn’t stop. As if sensing her state, or was it reading her heart rate, the variations of sucking and fucking changed again. It dipped then built, faster this time. She rose quickly, the second orgasm close on the heels of the first.

She moaned, unable to form coherent words. She knew the red stop button was within reach but before she could even consider it, the second orgasm crashed over her. She felt the splatters on her thighs. The smell of sex was growing stronger. The hiss of steam driven pistons echoing through the squelching sounds of machine-fucking.

The machine didn’t stop. The sensations on her nipples made her whimper and cry out. Her clit was on fire. Her pussy and ass had never felt so full. If she hadn’t been strapped in, she would be slumped on the floor. She looked again at the red button. It would be so easy to press it, but why? She hadn’t spent all this money just for one good orgasm or two. This was supposed to be the ultimate machine.

She raised her eyes and stared ahead, into the eyes of Nicole who watched with a slightly smug expression, like she’d seen other women take a few orgasms like it was nothing. Then the machine changed again. Pulsing ripples danced across her skin. Areas she’d never thought of as erogenous were caressed and made her drip even more. She gasped and squirmed, always filled by one or other of the two dildos rotating in and out between her legs. 

The rhythm of the suckling cups changed again. Now she felt tiny pulses tingling over her hips and inner thighs. The cups sucking her nipples suckled hungrily. They felt so engorged she was sure they were going to burst. It felt like a thousand tiny licking tongues were attached to her clit. The suction pulsed and caressed and Carolyn’s mind grew foggy.

She floated, looking down on herself as she writhed, convulsing, consumed by the machine. How could she ever go back to human sex after this? She watched as another orgasm ravaged her body. She thrashed, strapped in, her hips jerking spasmodically. Her brain was foggy. There was a pounding in her ears, blood pumping around her body to the rhythm of the steam powered dildos ravaging her holes.

Squelch... Squelch… Sqeelch… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck.

Wave upon wave crashed over her. The machine, unrelenting, continued to pummel her as her world became darker and darker.

She opened her eyes. The machine had stopped. She raised her head and saw Nicole and the old man smiling at her.

Groggily, not sure if she was actually saying the words, Carolyn looked at them. “I don’t remember pressing the red button.”

“No,” Nicole assured her. “The machine is designed to stop if your heart rate gets too high. It’s a safety thing. Otherwise it might fuck you to death.” She gave a small giggle. “What a way to go, eh?”

“You should unfasten yourself, Madame, when you feel recovered. Unless you require a maid to be with you when you use it in future.”

“No,” Carolyn assured them. She had no intention of letting anyone see her in this state.

“In that case, Madame, our work here is done.”

Carolyn unstrapped herself, wrapped her gown around her and walked gingerly across the room to the bureau. She retrieved the envelope with the balance of payment and handed it to the old man.

“Merci, Monsieur, merci.”

Nicole and the old man bowed and the old man placed the envelope in an inside pocket of his jacket. Carolyn led them downstairs, eager to get rid of them now.

She dismissed her staff for the evening. She was already anticipating another date with her machine.