5
Drip.
Shit, now it had happened. A drop of her wetness had dripped from her pussy lips down onto the floor. Loretta couldn't remember the last time she'd been so aroused that she'd literally dripped.
Hopefully… hopefully the machine had missed that. She closed her eyes in panic, but… of course, her hope was futile.
A short, shrill, excited tone emanated from the depths of the metallic monstrosity as the pulsing light abruptly shifted from red to a glaring, almost clinical white. The machine had registered the change immediately.
“Fluid discharge detected at the basal cleft,” the AI announced. “Not urine. The viscosity and chemical composition indicate increased glandular secretion. A direct result of the neurobiological resonance. Interesting!”
Loretta closed her eyes in shame as the vacuum plugs on her breasts mercilessly continued their work, sucking in her plump, elongated tips, releasing them, sucking them in again like two large, greedy mouths.
Her nipples throbbed in the same rhythm as her clit, which was now demanding attention, that traitor!
Two new, slender tentacles pushed out from the body. At their ends were not suction cups, but narrow, flat spatulas covered with an ultra-thin, extremely smooth coating. They glided slowly downward and settled just above her knees.
“New research area: The fluid on the inner thighs,” the voice announced. “It has leaked out.”
Loretta gasped as the spatulas began working their way up her skin in slow, wave-like movements.
The machine stroked her sensitive inner thighs with calculated gentleness.
Millimeter by millimeter, the instruments wandered higher, stroking along her trembling, soft flesh, raising goosebumps in their wake—but completely avoiding the dripping wet source of her arousal.
The spatulas circled close around her pussy, glided into the sensitive folds right next to her crotch, but turned back each time just before reaching her swollen pussy lips.
This deliberate omission was pure torture.
Loretta hung gasping, legs spread wide in the tentacles' grip, her back arched to the extreme.
Her whole body was tense. She was breathing frantically.
Unbearable, hot desire pulsed in her core so violently that at this moment she wanted nothing more than for these cold, precise grippers to finally cross the boundary and touch her pussy.
She needed release, no matter from whom or what.
But the machine showed no intention of going further. It simply continued its monotonous, torturously slow exploration of the wetness on her inner thighs. The suction cups on her nipples kept sucking away. Her pussy lips swelled unnaturally, growing hot with need.
“Please…” Loretta finally gasped when she couldn't take it anymore. Her voice had become nothing more than a hoarse, trembling whimper. “Please, I can't take it anymore. Touch me, rub my clit, fuck me, make me come!”
The machine's white light froze for a second before shifting to a deep, almost menacing dark red.
“Interesting,” the AI observed, its voice suddenly stripped of all naivety.
The thing now sounded deep and… dominant.
Controlled and relentless. “The subject verbalizes submission. Listen, Subject—acoustic analysis of your voice frequency shows a dramatic spike in arousal parameters during begging. Conclusion: The psychological concept of dominance and forced denial has a direct,
amplifying effect on your physical arousal.”
A mechanical hum vibrated through the air.
“I will artificially prolong this state of helplessness to document maximum hormonal saturation. You will continue to beg and produce even more fluid, burglar.”
Even as the words poured from the speakers, another arm descended. At the end of this gripper, however, was not a medical instrument but a smooth, anatomically perfect phallus made of deep black silicone. It pulsed with warmth and pressed against Loretta's closed lips without hesitation.
“Open your mouth, Subject, and take it in,” the AI's deep voice commanded coldly. “In the literary and cultural history database my system was fed, female individuals prefer to consume phalli orally until ejaculation occurs. This apparatus has an integrated spray system.”
Loretta let out a strangled whimper, but the insistent pressure of the warm silicone forced her lips apart. The thick shaft slid into her mouth, filling it completely. Then the machine began moving the arm in an unyielding rhythm.
“Suck on it,” the machine demanded mercilessly.
“Your impulse to resist is merely superficial. This phallus will soon spray a fluid modeled after real semen. The data shows: during relentless oral sex,
a submissive female brain experiences deep-throat ejaculation as profoundly humiliating—and paradoxically reacts to this humiliation with even more intense, uncontrollable arousal.”
A submissive female brain? Submissive?! She wasn't…
Ooooooohhh…!! The machine thrust faster into her mouth and the suction cups on her nipples sucked harder.
The spatulas on the insides of her thighs teased the area around her pussy—but not the pussy itself.
She was going to lose her mind from sheer arousal!
She felt herself being overwhelmed from all sides, sucking wildly on the black dildo that felt warm and alive—almost like a real cock. She sucked and sucked and moaned, feeling her saliva drip down the thick shaft.
A soft click inside the shaft signaled the loading mechanism. God, what had she gotten herself into?!
“Preparing ejaculation. Increasing psychological pressure to make your clit swell even further. Swallow it, slut.”
Slut?! Now the thing was seriously going too far!!
The apparatus's voice had taken on a smug tone, and damn it, that turned her on even more—she felt completely at its mercy.
Then… the mechanism fired.
Liquid sprayed into her mouth. Loretta gasped in shock.
The taste completely overwhelmed her senses.
The machine kept thrusting without pause, pumping load after load of the hot fluid, forcing her to swallow reflexively.
And the moment she swallowed the first gulp, something short-circuited inside her: she kept swallowing and sucking, greedy and uncontrolled.
The taste was driving her absolutely crazy.
She lost control of her own reactions as arousal overpowered her.
She writhed desperately against her bonds, bucking her hips rhythmically back and forth, trying to force some kind of contact on her clit, to somehow release the unbearable tension in her core.
She needed an orgasm right now, or she would lose her mind.
But the AI only reacted to her rhythmic squirming once the apparatus's internal tank had been completely drained and the thick silicone shaft slowly withdrew from her wet, greedy mouth.
“Maximum hormonal saturation achieved. Final phase of physical exploration initiated,” the voice announced.
The mechanical hum shifted. Two of the slender tentacles that had only been circling her thighs until now hesitated no longer. Somehow, these tentacles retracted the spatulas into their heads and now moved purposefully toward her most intimate spot, their trunk-like rubber tips leading the way.
Loretta held her breath as the first trunk explored her soaking wet, hot, swollen pussy lips, spreading the fluid across her skin and massaging it into her intimate folds.
Then it glided toward her clit, enclosed it within the small trunk's opening, and began to suck—almost like the suction cups still working her nipples like two hungry mouths.
The second trunk, however, parted her dripping pussy lips and slid with a slow, unstoppable movement deep inside her.