Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“What are these supposed to do?”
“They’re supposed to make you feel something, and they’re supposed to feel something in turn,” he says. “Don’t worry, you can’t do anything wrong in this. It’s a calibration phase. I’m going to turn the machine on now.”
He does just that. I feel all the little hoses flex and the suckers grip a little tighter. It feels as though I am being caressed and teased and felt, all at the same time. It’s not like a hand, but it does feel surprisingly organic. Almost like some kind of machine tentacles are all over my sex in one tantalizing motion.
“Now,” he says. “Remember about those credits?”
I can barely hear him over the arousal that keeps coursing through me, making it impossible for me to think straight. The sucker above my clit is giving me a thrumming input that makes me feel as though I am being rubbed in wickedly fast, but ever so light circles. It’s a touch designed to create a craving, and it works.
Not being able to grind my hips instantly makes me feel absolutely mad.
“Lemme move a little, please,” I whine.
“Absolutely not,” he says firmly. “The machine needs to read your responses, not the motions you make, but all the impulses coming back through the nerve endings. This might feel a little intense, but you can handle it. Just breathe.”
Within just a few minutes, I am whining and mewling with need. I can feel my arousal practically dripping from me.
“I bet your pussy would enjoy a cock,” he muses. “Being stretched around hot, hard flesh would make so much of this unrequited need be satisfied. But this isn’t how a sweet young woman like you should lose her innocence, is it?”
“What innocence?” I blurt out from my captive position. I feel like any semblance of naivety has been stripped from me now. From the moment I met this alien, he has been handling me in the most intimate of ways. I think he might have rubbed my pussy before he so much as held my hand.
“You’re still a virgin, and will be until you beg for release from that condition,” he lectures firmly.
“Beg?”
The word comes out with a kind of strange lilt because the sucker that is over my clit just lit up and started actively lapping at my most sensitive parts. I forget a lot of what he was just saying, and instead all I can think about is the way I feel right now, how desperately I want to reach the peak that all these little machines seem to be driving me toward.
“Beg,” he says. “Beg for my cock deep inside this sweet hole.” His fingers join the suckers and I feel the tips of two of them sink inside my pussy as deep as my virginity will allow them. He stirs me up for a moment, enjoying the sounds I make as I start to lose all control, then he pulls them free and leaves me to the mercy of the machine.
“I shouldn’t really do that,” he says. “It could interfere with the calibration data. Instead, I think your other naughty hole should be filled by way of punishment.”
I feel a dose of lubricant being delivered to my cheeks, a stream dripping down into the crevice of my butt. Then I feel something new. Well, I hear it first, another device being rolled into place and positioned.
I feel something blunt and rounded, but rather large pressing against the tight hole that I’ve never even considered letting a man touch.
“Not there!” I gasp. “That’s not for…”
“This is for whatever I say it is for,” he says, activating another module on the machine. “You may not have had your pussy fucked as yet, but you will have your bottom taken today, my dear. Let that be a lesson to you the next time you think about stealing.”
I want to protest, but the constant stimulation from all those little suckers is making me think that any penetration might be good. I need something, or I am almost certain I am going to go mad. I am having the filthiest, most desperate and uncontrollable thoughts.
He makes an adjustment somewhere behind me. I know this because all of the stimulation increases. He adds more suckers too, over my ass and down my cheeks and in every intimate crevice and curve you can imagine until it almost feels as though I am being caressed in every sexual part of my body at once.
“Remember to breathe and relax as much as you can,” he says, speaking quite calmly. Easy for him. He is not the one trapped and bound and about to be… oh, my god. I can feel it. The soft head of a silicone dildo sliding between my cheeks as an inexorable invader. There’s no getting away from it. He’s positioned it so it meets the tight bud of my ass at just the right angle. It starts to press in a little, then withdraws, then presses in again a little. It’s spreading the lube, I realize, getting me ready to be taken…