1. Cog in the Machine


    Date: 10/30/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: Sensei, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    She wanted so badly to move her ass against the machine's huge phallus, but could not move at all against not only the bondage of her limbs, but the probes stretching her ass and pussy. She began to moan as the machine moved. She wanted to beg to be fucked hard, but she knew that any words would go unheard. The machine was not built to listen. She knew deep within her soul that the machine was built to consume her and then spit her out, and it would do so automatically, without compunction. The machine was amoral in the purest sense of the word. The simulacrum that was thoroughly fucking her continued to accelerate its motion in and out and she began to moan as it built up the pleasure within her. The faster it moved, the shorter its strokes became. She became one with the rhythm of the machine as it kept up its furious, tireless fucking of her. Presently, the buzzing returned to her clit, modulated by the movement of her flesh as it was pushed and pulled by the machine's huge cock. Her first orgasm surprised her - as it always did - with the speed of its arrival. But the machine didn't change at all, but rather forced her headlong into a second orgasm, and then a third. The fatigue was beginning to set in as her muscles strained repeatedly against her bondage. The suction on her breasts returned, and began to pulse in and out, mimicking the feeling - in her mind - of a rough pair of hands kneading them. The sensory overload pushed her into a fourth orgasm, and then she ...
    couldn't count them properly any further as she simply floated from one to the next with no boundary between. Distantly, she felt the machine's fucking motion stop and the probe began to rapidly pulsate and she felt herself being filled with a warm fluid as the machine ejaculated. Somehow, the concept and feeling together pushed her into one more heavy orgasm, every muscle in her body straining against the machine. And then, in an instant, her strength left her and she was once again, a rag doll. The machine's fluid (Master had told her once that it was just lube) seeped out of her pussy, dripping down her legs. As it withdrew, more fluid came with it. Once the main probe was removed, the auxiliary vaginal probe followed, and then the anal probe was gently withdrawn. The vacuum on her breasts was released and she was gently raised up from the table and returned to a standing posture with her arms at her side. She stood and just breathed. Her flesh felt warm where the flogging had stung her. The fluid dripped down her inner thighs. She felt exhausted. But for the machine's support, she was not sure she would be able to stand. From the side, she heard a door open and heard footsteps approaching, which she knew were those of her Master. He appeared in front of her, reached his hand behind her head and gave her a long kiss, his tongue probing and finding hers. She kissed him back, finding just enough strength in reserve to give what she had left to him. She felt pride that though the ...
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