As Helen was being strapped into this strange and exotic machine in the basement

of the large country mansion, she wandered what she had gotten herself into and reflected on the events that brought her here.

Helen was one of those rare women that was born beautiful, just perfect.

She had a beautiful face, nice green eyes, perfect upturned French nose, just that extra fraction wide that added to her beauty, her hair was jet black, thick and shiny, falling on her shoulders like a mane and reaching to her waist. She was 5 feet 5 with dream proportions, narrow delicate shoulders, narrow chest but with breasts that were far larger for a body like hers, natural ones, that you could still see them no mater from which angle you looked at her. Her nipples had a large ring around them and were most of the time erect, pink like new cherries. Her waist was small but as you looked down it expanded into maddeningly wide hips curving in an ass that was, like her breasts, much bigger and heavier than you would expect on a body like hers, so perfect it was, as though sculptured by an artist. Then here legs were long, full, with delicious curves on her thighs and her feet were small delicate, simply perfect.

It had all led to her presence here because of her husband. She had married a much older man when she was just 18 years old and had been with him for eight years. She was not a virgin when she married but had very little experience in sex. From a young age she was a passionate woman, and when she got turned on, she was lost in the passion that completely overcame her senses and her body made the decisions, instead of her mind. He had met her at a mutual friend's house, and being supremely experienced, seduced her in record time and within a short time were married. But he had other intentions for her other than being a housewife. He started exploiting her unlimited passions in bed, making her beg for more and asking her to earn it. He introduced her to all sorts of exotic sex toys and she liked them all and became always eager to try something new. When her husband had suggested they meet other couples who were into "techno sex" as he had put it, at first she had been reluctant to cross that line, but her curiosity got the better of her and eventually she said yes. He had been very selective in who he chose, as he had wanted to offer his wife the most intense experiences and ripe the pleasure of watching his beautiful wife surrender herself to her overwhelming passions. She had gradually become addicted to these sessions were people had invented their own sexual toys that offered far more pleasure than normal sex could. But as time passed, her husband became more voyeuristic preferring to watch than participate, slowly this tendency overtook him completely and he started sending her alone to the couples and other people he arranged and then watched the videos of these sessions. Eventually he became more interested in watching the videos than paying attention to her. Helen did not mind so much, after all she did what made him happy and she got enough sex with the people he send her to meet. But eventually he got bored with the same things, he complained that people did not have enough imagination and wanted to get her involved into something more technical and more adventurous. He started visiting strange places and meeting some very weird people, always trying to find someone who would take the "techno" experience a step further than any one before.

One evening he returned home late and it was obvious he had been drinking, he was quiet and remained so for the next few days. She caught him looking strangely at her and one night as she lay naked next to him in bed she asked him what was wrong.

-I found someone who can offer some very unusual "techno" experiences to you, he said, they are utterly unique and very intense, but there is a catch.

Her curiosity was instantly activated.

-Is it something they want from you, she asked.

-Sort of, he said, it's unlike anything we did up to now, and it's..well you will have to accept a certain commitment.

-What kind of commitment, what kind of person is this you met, Helen asked.

Her husband kept quiet while looking at her beautiful body, then she noticed he was beginning to have an erection. "I wonder what is turning him on so much" she thought. She tried asking him again.

-Tell me what kind of person did you meet, and what does he want that turns you on so much?

After some moments of silence he said:

-He is a pimp and he knows all these people that rent his women and try on them their inventions of "techno sex". These people have taken this kind of sex beyond any limits we know so far, but they like to pay for their women and thus she belongs to them, at least for a while, so they can indulge themselves without her causing them any problems. The catch is that for me to satisfy my desire to watch you having those sessions on video, you must accept to become one of his girls.

-You mean become a whore? She asked.

-Well, in a sense yes, he replied, well it will be sort of like all the other people you've had sessions with, it isn't so bad.

-But all those other sessions were mutually agreed and I had the right to stop when I wanted, what you are asking me to do is give myself to someone who will control me completely and use me himself in any way he wants and sell me to people who will do whatever they want to me and I will not have the right to refuse them anything, is that what you want me to do, does that turn you on? She had said that not as a protest but in some disbelief of what he was asking her to do.

He took her in his arms, kissed her and whispered softly in her ear:

-Yes, that's what I'm asking of you, to become a techno whore, at least for a little while.

-Will you at least give me a choice to decide for myself? She asked in a pleading voice.

-No, was all he replied.