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But it was completely futile: the machine’s advanced motion sensors compensated for her every evasive movement in milliseconds.
No matter how much she writhed or squirmed, the two feather-duster propellers stayed fixed at exactly the same distance from her nipples, as if magnetically locked, continuing their precise, rotating stimulation without pause. She simply couldn’t shake them off.
“Aaaaah… aaaaah…” Loretta moaned. She felt heat rising to her head, her mouth going dry, and another part of her body growing wet. Hopefully… hopefully the thing wouldn't notice…
“Interesting! Respiratory rate increasing. Heart rate accelerating to 112 beats per minute,” the machine noted. “Physical stimulation of the nipples produces a neurobiological resonance. Fascinating. I'll test mechanical intensification.”
Oh no!
The two propeller attachments withdrew. Instead, two tiny rubberized micro-grippers that had been waiting closed around her nipples.
With extreme precision, they began gently pinching and rolling in a rhythmic pattern.
Loretta bit her lower lip. A telltale, soft moan escaped her throat.
The adrenaline flooding her body from being trapped and helplessly exposed mixed bizarrely with the arousal triggered by this intense, mechanical stimulation.
“Subject showing signs of… arousal?” the AI analyzed, its voice sounding almost proud of its own discovery.
“Hormonal secretion confirms: desire. To fully understand the elastic potential of the nipples and the causality between stimulation and arousal, I'll increase the stimulus and apply negative pressure.”
“Machine!” Loretta cried out in panic. She'd only expected to be thoroughly scanned and examined once. But she'd never expected the thing to… um… molest her in such an intimate way! “That's enough now! You got what you wanted!”
“But no!” the machine replied with innocent matter-of-factness.
“Not by a long shot. You said I could expand my knowledge and learn more about the female body. And you agreed I'd only release you when I'm finished. You only said I couldn't hurt you. I'm not hurting you. I'm only examining you. Persistent thoroughness is the key to knowledge!”
Oh God. What had she done? She'd unwittingly given the machine a free pass to her entire body and its reactions.
Two transparent vacuum plugs connected to the thing's main housing via thin tubes were placed precisely on her breasts. A soft, sucking sound filled the air as the machine built up a gentle vacuum.
Loretta gasped. The negative pressure pulled her nipples deep into the cylinders.
God, what a feeling. Completely unfamiliar and very, very… strange. It was… hot. She gasped again.
“I'm increasing the suction by five percent,” the machine commented.
Under the constant vacuum and increased blood flow, her nipples visibly lengthened and swelled inside the glass sleeves.
It was completely absurd, but Loretta felt her pussy lips swelling with arousal and her juices beginning to flow.
“Result: The burglar's nipples are highly adaptive and elastic,” the AI noted with enthusiasm, while the elastic suction cups pulsed in rhythm with Loretta's rapid breathing.
“The more bio-electrical arousal the subject generates, the more flexible the material's response. I'll expand the parameters to determine the stress limits of this female response pattern…”
Loretta hung in the clutches of the apparatus, breathing heavily.
She tried to move her arms and legs, but it was useless.
She was helpless. She hung suspended in the air, being stimulated by a hyperintelligent, hypercurious machine in a way that made her indecently aroused—and the AI was just starting to get inventive.