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Oh. My. God.
She was drooling. Yes, actually drooling. She couldn't help it. It was too good, too intense, too… fucking hot. She drooled and practically went cross-eyed with lust. And she gasped and panted, wheezed and let out small, uncontrolled screams.
But the machine was far from finished. It intensified the sensory assault mercilessly.
From the flanks of the apparatus shot fine, flexible little brushes that unerringly targeted her sensitive armpits and began rotating.
Mixed in with her moaning and panting now was uncontrollable giggling.
At the same time, two more grippers grabbed her toes and held them rock-solid while ultra-thin, rotating silicone feathers stroked across her sensitive soles.
Loretta writhed, screaming with laughter and moaning with arousal—a completely hysterical state that utterly shattered her mind.
To push the sensory overload to its absolute peak, a strong, warm, tube-like arm slid beneath her suspended, twitching ass.
The gripper at the end seized her plump cheeks with five articulated fingers and effortlessly spread them wide apart.
From the center of this mechanical hand, a long, wet rubber tongue emerged, continuously dripping fluid, and began licking her asshole in long, lustful slurping strokes.
The intense sucking on her nipples, the relentless thrusting inside her pussy, the greedy nozzle slurping at her swollen clit, the tongue licking her sensitive asshole, and that agonizing, unbearable tickling at her armpits and feet drove her past the edge of what she could bear.
She was nothing more than a twitching, screaming bundle of pure lust. And then… it happened.
Her body tensed like a bow, her breath stopped completely, and…
Loretta exploded in a monumental, an absolutely incredible and deeply liberating climax.
Her pussy clenched in violent waves around the thick nozzle, her asshole twitching under the slurping, greedy tongue as she screamed and trembled helplessly in the tentacle restraints.
Slowly, even as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued rippling relentlessly through her body, the instruments withdrew.
The nozzle slid out of her, the tongue pulled back, and the tickling stopped.
Loretta hung exhausted and gasping in the tentacle restraints, her saliva and various fluids clinging to her skin.
The machine’s dark red light abruptly switched back to a soft, pulsing orange, and the AI’s voice lost all its dominant edge. It sounded almost as naive and matter-of-fact as it had at the start.
“Measurement temporarily completed. The data volume is highly interesting and extremely satisfactory,” the system announced.
Then the AI paused for a split second. A soft click sounded, then a shrill tone.
“Warning! I have just detected movement in the bedroom on the third floor. Mr. Vance has awakened and will be here in exactly four minutes and thirty-eight seconds.”
What?!
But before Loretta could even panic, the mechanical arms moved. The grippers gently lowered her to the floor and then released her. Now she lay on her back, free, still breathing heavily.
“Can I… can I take the painting?” she asked in a hoarse, breathless voice as she sat up and tried to somehow gather her shredded clothing.
“Negative,” the AI replied calmly. “The painting is inventoried as house property. A theft would trigger a security protocol that I cannot suppress.”
Loretta’s heart was pounding like crazy, partly from fear of Mr. Vance, partly from disappointment. She was already turning to slip quickly out of the room. Hopefully the cat wasn’t in the conservatory…
“However…” the machine added with a peculiar, almost amused undertone as she neared the entrance hall, “…my research assignment regarding the female body is far from complete. There are numerous parameters that require repeated verification. You can simply come back tomorrow night, burglar.”
The End