Eleven sidereal day
by Christie052780

Authors'tone : Do n't try this at home.

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Day One

College of the Canyons is a relatively nice community college in Santa Claus Clarita, just a few klick north of Los Angeles, where I 'd been attending classes on and off for the last few years. Between the retarding force of going to solve at temp jobs and keeping up with a load of family work I 'd never really had a chance to delight life story. My periodic weekend trips to the beach at Santa Monica and Malibu did a fairly commodity job of ruining any complacency I 'd had about lifetime. Seeing moving picture lead drive by in fancy cars as they went to and from their not bad careers and mythological homes ... well, that just about would break anyone, now would n't it ? My car humiliated me every time I drove into the city with it 's bitchy grip and rusty ... everything.

So I did whatever I could to earn a short extra money and I pursued the housing of The full living. I figured that if I looked successful then winner would come my way in one form or another. So forty time of day calendar week at a response desk and then another ten to twenty time of day doing whatever early workplace I could pick up yielded me a healthy bank account.

One day my old car gave it up and finally died along the I-5 leaving me to beg a ride from a passing Highway Patrol officer. He was a nice enough guy and he offered to take me home so I accepted. We got to the Magic Mountain exit and then he asked if I was going to take another car and he went on to tell me of an ship's officer friend who was selling his old car. There was a smile in his voice as he called it an 'old car'and I just found myself going along. The CHP cruiser coasted back onto the Five and up the Grapevine to a niggling Town nestled in one of the mountain valleys.

The little ranch was right off the freeway and was cute in the rustic way the old cattle farm family of Southern Golden State all seem to be. His friend came out to fulfil us and took us over to a barn tucked up under the most monolithic oak tree I think I 've ever seen. I thought for sure I was about to see some old Buick or an old-man Oldsmobile in the barn, but then a door opened to reveal a dusty tarpaulin over something low.

I could n't believe my full luck when $ 15,000.00 later I was driving dwelling in a beautifully restored 1982 Ferrari GTsi. The hand-rubbed pitch blackness enamel gleamed in the summer sun and the creamy leather Recaro seat caressed my soundbox in an almost sleep together fashion. My short brown fuzz blew in the wind and I looked in the mirror and imagined myself looking just like one of those movie stars in their sunglasses.

Suddenly, my little apartment was far too workaday for a adult female in such a car as this. 40 hour flew by with the miles and I was gleefully downshifting like a pro as I negotiated the turns on Sunset. I made the in good order onto the Pacific Coast main road and headed north to Malibu. Every arrest illumination gave me a chance to see the uncouth citizenry straining to see behind my whisker and sunglasses wondering if I was somebody famous. I was one of them yesterday.

There 's a very nice, expensive and exclusive eatery on the highway right near Pepperdine where I finally pulled in for a rift. I pulled up to the valet and received the kind of maiden class handling I did n't encounter when I 'd pulled in a few months before ... looking for a job. I figured a fille in a Ferrari needed to take in a $ 250 dinner party with a decent view of the surfers riding the evening break.

I had no idea that a dinner could actually be Charles Frederick Worth $ 250 until the marinated and grilled New House of York steak met my palate. The flavor was something I 'd never imagined and I closed my eye and felt myself swoon from the sensation.

'' I 'm deeply flattered. ``

The deep voice belonged to a man whose expression was more sculpt than material. He was beautiful.

'' It 's not often my guests appreciate my culinary talents with the passion you just demonstrated. You are a beautiful unseasoned gentlewoman and one of refined taste, as well. ``

Things like this do n't happen to me. I sat there tacit and allowed myself to booze in the presence of my personal Adonis.

'' My apologies. I 'm too forward. Please bask your repast. ``

He turned to go and I somehow managed to find my voice.

'' No, I 'm sorry ! Thank you for the dinner ... it 's stupefy ! ``

He stopped. Then he slowly turned to reckon back at me with a devilish smile. There is a God and he is a chef in Malibu.

Well, after an hour of conversation and astronomically expensive domestic wine I realized that Adonis was not only good looking and a god, he was the God of All Narcissists. He knew nothing about me and I knew more about him than I wanted to. To top it all off, he was gay. Is n't that my luck ? The thoroughgoing day, I find the perfect car, have the perfective tense dinner with the most well-favoured man in the reality and he 's gay.

My luck turned to the honest once again when he asked me if I was interested in taking care of his beach house while he spent the next month in capital of Austria perfecting his sauce proficiency. He 'd pay me twice my monthly pay at the temp job ! I said 'yes', of grade. He 'd only just met me and he was giving me a sign of the zodiac in Eden. Oh, if only he had n't been gay !

I had to be costless for tomorrow and the sleep of the month and, oh by the way, Waldo would pay me twice my regular salary for my 'inconvenience'.

When he told me his name was 'Waldo'I completely understood his being gay. No one names a kid Waldo and expects him to be normal.

Lisa, my roomie, was n't too happy to get hold out that I 'd be skipping on my end of the chore and the usefulness the following month ( she knew she used most of the electricity ) but she was n't able-bodied to argue my getting the use of a twelve-million dollar bill Malibu beach mansion for the month of August. She just wanted to come visit was her alone caveat. The view of her indolent ass enjoying my good fortune pissed me off. I told her that I was n't allowed to have guests, that the housesitting was a job and that I 'd been entrusted with a great responsibility, not to note a trustfulness that I would n't plunder.

Sure, it was all pure crap, but she bought it anyway. I told her I 'd see her in a month and I hugged her and went to my room to pack up my stuff for the month.

Day Two

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The next day I made the right from Sunset to the PCH and made my way up the sea-coast in an early morning mist. I found the house quite easily as it was the only post-modern Bauhaus/Tudor unification on the whole PCH. As bizarre as it sounds, the combination of Tudor clipping and William Clark Gable with the contrast of a knockout set of slant, steel, and glass was done in such a way as to be appealing. This was the sign of the zodiac weenie Lloyd Orville Wright would 've designed if he 'd been 1980 's Hamburg Eurotrash amped up on rap and meth.

I knew the black Ferrari would look set aside as I pulled it into the heart-to-heart service department. I shut off the motor and listened to the satisfying gang fight end with a net annotation that I likened to a bull snorting with satisfaction. I had n't even got out of the car when the garage door swung down on it 's own with a ghostly silence. I 'm used to those rolling alloy doors that make all sorts of racket when they close and this was actually so tranquilize it was disturbing.

'' Yes, it is quiet. A diminished luck was spent having that door installed. It is upstanding steel, quite compact actually, and it rises and lower on a magnetic runway, thus the muteness. Living adjacent to the sea at my backrest door and the PCH at my front door has made me apprise quiet down. ``

Waldo 's monologue was timed well enough for me to go back from his scaring the shit out of me. I opened the lading compartment on the front of the car and retrieved my bag before I followed him in. The atrium off of the garage was a Zen garden of neatly raked pebbles with a rock in the middle, the top of which featured a small bonsai garden. On it 's own it was beautiful, but a Zen garden in this household just seemed unreal. Malibu is insubstantial, I thought. We entered through a pair of old organization doors like you 'd get hold in an old bank and then on into the main elbow room with a to-die-for view of the Pacific.

'' My love for silence flows into the household. You 'll feel the windows are quite thick to resist the storm and they also feature a stratum of liquid quartz. You flick the switch here, '' he demonstrated, `` and voila ! ``

The room was plunged into utter dark. Where had been the Pacific sea was now a wall of purest ebony disastrous. Instantly, the room was reddened wth sunlight again.

'' You could shoot individual to dying in this sign and no one would ever hear a thing exterior. '' He turned to me with that devilish smile again. `` Not that you would, just that you could. ``

The tour of the house was like getting the E-ticket at Disneyland. Every room featured things you 'd never imagined in your wildest dreams and one of the elbow room featured the things you 'd never imagined in your furious nightmare. Waldo was into some very crisp things and his 'playpen', as he called it, was evidence of the daemon running around in his head. felicitous people just do n't have the kind of things I saw in that way. For all intents and design, it was a dungeon. Waldo made a few lewd scuttlebutt as he showed me the diverse items in the elbow room and then told me he liked to cerebrate of it more as a gym than anything else. He also pointed out that there was no phone in the planetary house as he 'd always used a cell phone for everything. A pay phone was down at the market if I needed it.

'' You 'll be alone, so do n't be bashful about exploring in here, I really do n't care if you do. ``

I was quietly relieved when he closed the threshold to the dungeon and we went on our way about the menage. As we toured he told me about the grocery store nearby where he had an report and he invited me to delight myself as I saw fit. I would, I promised with a chuckle. The kitchen was magnificent and he eventually led me upstairs to the lord bedroom with it 's modest and refined decor which he said was to avert distracting from the view. I appreciated that opinion. I laid down my bag on the bed and he handed me the key and walked out the door without even saying good-bye. The irreality of the past times twenty transactions was adequate to urinate me retrieve about the score he showed me in the liquor closet. Not a cabinet, mind you, a closet.

And just like that, I was alone.

Amazing. Twenty-four hours ago I was driving a rust bucket and living in a ten metre square room and now here I was driving a Ferrari and about to pass a month living the ambition of Avarice. If you 're a XXIII year old girlfriend who suddenly finds herself the mistress of a Malibu beach house what 's the first thing you do ? That 's right, you go sit out on the terrace in your best bikini and let the common folks stare at you from the beach with invidia.

The patio was steel and glass just like most of the relaxation of the house and the ice afforded a clear view of the beach. It also afforded the beachgoers an unobstructed panorama of me. I like to think that I do n't stimulate any ego problems and I think I have a healthy self-image. That 's my civil way of saying that I know I 'm not strong to look at. different people have told me that I resemble Natalie Portman, Audrey Hepburn ( my fave compliment ! ), and one even told me I look like Kristen Kreuk. I like to think I 'm just me and that 's usually enough to seduce me happy.

This exceptional day was especial and I pulled out all the period. My very exceptional Burberry string bikini came out and I tied it criss-cross to make the well-nigh of my 34C 's. Heading downstairs I found the control for the Windows and I just had to act as with it for a while. Like a fiddling kid I had the elbow room shadow, then brightness, then dark, and so on. The folks outside must 've thought I was crazy. My curiousity served, I flicked it again to roll the heavy window capable and then I strode out to the terrace like I owned the position. There were some guy wire on the beach playing Frisbee and I made a point of distracting their game by leaning over the runway and hanging 'the girls'to their upper limit effect. The Frisbee hit the sand. A duet of jaws nearly did, too.

My self-loving needs sated, I laid back on the chaise and sunned myself for a few bit. I 'd never done this before, but after a bit of an intragroup struggle with my modesty I unwrap my top and let it fall to the deck. I felt so spicy. Just like a Malibu starlet. I could do anything. My skin being what my mom calls 'porcelain Edward D. White'I really could n't detain outside too long so when I felt the tingle of a burn coming on I packed it up and headed indoors for a shade break. Predictably, the son on the beach strained to see me as I got up. I looked over my shoulder at them and then turned back to pick up my top. It was worth a little thrill to see their faces as they saw me in all my glory.

The warmth was a minuscule much and I touched the mastery to shut down the monumental sliding window closed. Without even the slightest clink, whirr, or squeak the large chalk slid along the running in the floor until it slipped into the frame on the other side of meat of the patio. The noise of the surf and the people on the beach faded and fell silent as the widow closed, leaving me in a church-like silence. A strange chill went through me as I realized that it fit into the wall bod exactly the Lapp way a prison house door fits into its own soma.

The house was completely wired and Waldo had shown me the flat board exhibit set into the paries of each room that gave control of temperature, auditory sensation, windows, and light and had given me BASIC instructions on how to use them. The graphical display clearly showed the temperature as 86F and I touched the on-screen routine until they read 70F. A moment later a assuredness cinch began to spoil throughout the house and 'the girls'came to attention. I hesitated about putting my top back on and elected to let it go for a while. I decided to go back and take the spell again.

I walked by a mirror and saw myself topless and complimented myself on how Continental I looked just now. The brightness blue two-piece top with my gloomy hair and pale white skin just looked so perfect in the reflection. Then I chastised myself for being as bad as Waldo and kept walking. The liquor closet was something else. It was about three metres by ten time with shelf and racks of various wines, champagnes, Scotches, Bourbon, long suit pot liquor, and even some choice beers I 'd never seen before. Getting a little exotic, I selected a nursing bottle of Midori and an unfitting brandy snifter ( I wanted a big methamphetamine, see ? ) and poured myself a very generous helping of the chartreuse colored liquid state. Smooth and afters, the sexually attractive alcoholic beverage tasted especially tremendous before lunch.

Properly braced, I continued my tour of the house, stopping back by the kitchen for a little plate of cracker and caviare to accompany my drink. Most civilised, I thought. I worked my way through the guest suite and was heading to the keep when I felt a little cold. I 'd left my top back in the kitchen and I was missing it right on about now with a shiver on in the house. I pondered going back to get it, but then decided to know to excess. The door to the keep was quite heavy and there was an odd resistance as I swung it open. Just another flakey feature of the house, I figured. Stepping inside I touched the rampart panel and the illumination came on, illuminating the strange room. I touched it again and set the business firm temperature up to a more comfortable 74F before I gave into my curiousity and explored the room.

I need to stop here and let you bed what my first printing of the way was when Waldo revealed it to me earlier : dark leather, chrome, and chains. My bare feet told me of the ceramic roofing tile floor and I deduced there was, and found, a series of modest grated drains set into the floor. I did n't want to have a go at it why there were drains in the room, but from the looks of matter I could see that it had been washed spotless. A stainless steel door set into the tiled wall opened and revealed a coiled hose with both hot and cold handle on the faucet.

As it turned out, there were a few of the stainless steel steel doors set into the paries, some in the trading floor, and some in the ceiling and the 1 I could open all held something different. One had a wide ( and I do tight widely ! ) selection of 'toys', another held a straight panel display for respective 'workstations'about the elbow room, and yet another held a collection of cuff, collars, handcuff, hamper, and things that were hybrid combinations of all of that. I was n't exactly sure just what some of those thing were they were so strange. I shuddered to imagine what goings on these token had been party to in the past and I imagined them possessing an atmosphere of the events they 'd been involved in.

Now I turned to the workstations and gave myself to trying to decipher how a eubstance fit into them and what, exactly, was meant to be accomplished once a body was fitted into them. One of them was sort of a building complex affair with a suspended chair and stapes and weight and pulleys and boxes. I looked it over for a while to see if I could fathom its role and I finally gave up and moved on. The succeeding workstation was a padded electric chair like a dentist would take except with hinged metal knock for securing ones'neck, hands, waistline, and mortise joint. The metal whack appeared to be mechanically operated but I was ineffectual to encounter any swtich for it. It was also the only workstation with a large drainage right underneath it and, in comparison to the respite of the room, it really was n't remarkable at all. Then there was a sort of vaulting Equus caballus complete with a bicycle seat and the only odd thing about it was a queer stainless steel plate set into the bicycle seat. The vaulting horse also had stapes of a kind, but they were odd looking things, each of them a kind of skidder lined with mild fleece. Another had a more evident use, resembling the exam mesa at my gyno medico 's. Except my gyno doctor did n't have self-locking constraint on her exam table. Interesting.

There were a few places along the bulwark that were equipped with odd devices that were clearly meant to plug a person in a most uncomfortable view and, again, I shuddered with the thought of what uses they 'd been put to in the past.

My modesty welled up on me in this disturbing room and I found myself tying my top back on as I walked out and went to close the door. For some reasonableness, the doorway was n't going to actuate. It was as if it suddenly just froze in place. I tried it a mates more times and finally said, `` What-ever ! '' and headed back out to the patio. This fourth dimension I left the boys alone and just enjoyed another twenty minutes in the sun before I went in for the day.

There was a thick, plush robe in the bathroom and I helped myself to it, cinching it around my waistline. A examine glimpse out the windowpane at the breathtaking view, and then I made my way to the kitchen to bring in a pot of deep brown. I soon had the comforting sounds of perking coffee to go on me company and that was when I saw a door off the kitchen that Waldo had n't shown me. I padded over and turned the knob and found a handsomely decorated subroutine library. There was a dark, hard Ellen Price Wood desk, two red leather chairs, and a collection of large books. I drew one of the books from the bookshelf and opened it to detect some very acute pictures of womanhood being tortured and apparently raped. I placed the book back where it belonged and opened another. Then another. And another. They were all the same. Except for the one shelf that had several Word of God about behavior modification, psychological science, and then a Physicians'Desk Reference on pharmacopaeia. I wondered what was up with all the books about women when Waldo was gay ? What was his deal anyway ? Was he a flunked out Doctor or recoil ? I guessed it really did n't matter as long as I got paid at the end of the month.

I sat down in the chair at the desk and got nosy and slid out a draftsman to unwrap a keyboard and a trackball black eye. I merely tapped the black eye wondering where the computer was when the desktop slowly flipped back and a familiar mat jury showing came up and lit as the hidden PC booted up. The electronic computer must 've been a adept one as it was up and set in less than a minute. The usual desktop image were displayed and then there were a few others that bore some exploring.

'' Workout routines '' rated an inspection and it seemed to be a computer programme for some sorting of exercise regimen. I found different routines with names like 'Pony', 'Chair', 'Prisoner', and 'Invader'and the display also had a 'Perimeter shielder', whatever that was. I clicked on each computer program, found the setting and turned them on and then waited as zero happened. Finally I clicked out of 'Workout routines'and settled for playing 'Medal of honour'. I got the plot make to go and then popped out to the kitchen to fetch my java and then I spent a nice, lazy day killing Nazis.

I played the game from beginning to end and was terribly surprised to see the clock on the cover show 10:13pm. I 'd vaunt a whole day in this theater playing a unintelligent biz ! It was n't my usual affair, but I went to the kitchen and got a yoghurt out of the electric refrigerator and went out to the terrace for dinner before I gave it up and went to bed.

My last effect of the day was whether I really needed to log Z's in my sweats tonight or just go raw ? When I pulled back the sheets and felt the balmy cotton you 'd ever mat up it was decided I 'd go raw. I do n't even recollect falling asleep.

Day triplet

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The break of day came as if orchestrated. The sunrise gently illuminated my bed and the blue sky greeted my middle as I woke up and looked out the window. It was a fairly day and I decided to get up and enjoy it. I grabbed a thick, terry robe from the lav and went downstairs for my requisite morning coffee. I took a feel at a panel and found the TV control and turned it on. In the life room I heard voices and walked out there with my coffee berry and lazed about watching the Today Show. There was news about the latest something or early going in Crapistan or some other pisspot country and I guess I kind of just zoned out and get hold my thinking returning to the dungeon.

The weather came on and I fininshed my mug of coffee and just got up and went to the donjon as if drawn there. My curiousity was on fire and I have to take that I had an almost voyeuristic urge to find out what went on in there. I touched the panel in the elbow room and the light source came on and then I also heard a few whirrings and buzzings as some of the workstations came to life history. I recalled turning them on the night before and I supposed that they must 've been on standby waiting for person to come into the room.

I walked around the room a bit and then found myself at the vaulting horse. I touched it and felt a mechanical buzz to it but, frustratingly, I still could n't fathom its purpose. For cause that still elude me, I dropped my robe and got on the horse and expected it to be some sort of horsey drive, like what used to be out-of-door grocery stores when I was a kid. I felt like peeress Lady Godiva, naked astride her horse ! well, except that zilch happened. I grabbed the pommel and tried to make it do whatever it was supposed to do and still zippo. Placing my feet into the fleece-lined stirrup I still expected nothing to come about.

Was I ever wrong.

The first thing that happened was the dense door to the room suddenly swinging shut and audibly locking. I tried to pull out my groundwork out of the stirrups and felt them stiffen around my feet, locking me defenseless astride the gymnastic horse. I was about to stand up in the saddle when my invertebrate foot were steadily pulled downward until my crotch was aching with the insistence of being clamped to the saddle. Then I discovered the purpose of the horse.

The stainless steel plate set into the bicycle seat was directly under my pussy at this stage and the ridge down the eye of it was pressed between my pussy mouth. And it gave me the vibro-massage of my lifespan ! I was so damned embarrassed to be caught by this sex machine and I tried to get off the damn thing with every ounce of speciality in me ! I strained to reverse my feet or pull at the saddlebow and I got nowhere. And then the vibrations began to change relative frequency, going up and down for several minutes until one frequence sent a chill through my eubstance. Amazingly, the motorcar stayed on that frequence and I broke out in a sweat as I prayed it would change ... soon. The intensity of the vibration increased and decreased with what was a seriously unwanted arousal growing in my body.

For ten, maybe fifteen transactions it went on and on until I finally surrendered myself to the farsighted and most intense coming of my life to that point. It was all I could do to just hang onto the pommel as undulation after wave of the purest delight swept over me. prison term seemed to just end as the machine knowingly pleased me.

As I came to my smoke I found myself soaked with fret and my sure other wetness soaked the now motionless Equus caballus. The stirrups slowly loosened and I pulled myself free. Swinging off the sawbuck I had a hard time standing up. I was still swooning from the extend intensity of the intimate going I 'd just endured. I gathered the Dame Alice Ellen Terry robe and staggered to the threshold and tried to afford it. It was clearly locked and I remembered it being far too robust for me to break it down.

The computer control came to mind and I turned to look at it and maybe use it to unlock the door. All of the familiar displays were gone and four new displays were now in seat. One was flashing the subject matter, `` COMPLETED ''. It was labeled 'Pony'. Chair, captive, and invader had a firm red content displayed by each, `` PENDING ''. I looked to the bottom of the concealment and found another content : `` Enter PASSWORD or complete workout political program to unlock room access ''.

apprehension came over me as I realized I had turned on a physical exertion routine.

A goodness hour or so was wasted as I tried to estimate the password and open the doorway. reason came along and I realized the only way I was getting out of this room in the future thirty 24-hour interval was to discharge the workout routine I 'd inadvertently programmed last night. I had no clue which one was captive and I did n't really want to reveal what Invader did just yet so I picked the obvious one, Chair.

I hung up my robe and sat on the side of the professorship, wondering if I really wanted to go through with this. It was the alone way out, I rationalized. I laid back and as I rested my head on the neck opening rest the collar predictably closed around my neck opening and secured snuggly, but not so a good deal that it choked me. My carpus, ankles, and waistline were likewise comfortably secured. I waited for a moment as I heard gurglings and whir and conversant buzzings going on not just in the chair, but in the bulwark next to me.

The chairwoman rose up and then lifted my lock in form into a vertical position as it simultaneously turned me to confront the wall. A jury opened in the wall and I watched helplessly as a robotic arm unfolded itself and brought its gun-like hand to my thigh. It pushed into my pulp with a prosperous pressure and then I screamed as it pushed a needle into my skin. Very, very painfully, it injected me with something and I was horrified wondering if it was heroin or some other awful thing. The arm then folded itself back up and retreated to its cabinet and before it was gone my chair was back to its original situation. The spot on my thigh where the injection had been made quickly dulled from a burning pain to numbness.

I was crying in fear now as I felt the stern of the chairperson lessen away and then the leg eternal rest component separated until my ramification were spread at a ninety arcdegree slant. My desolate ass was hanging in midair and I was feeling not only violated, but disturbingly vulnerable. The chair vibrated from the mechanical activeness going on underneath me, actions that began to terrify me with their unobserved plans. It 's gruelling to describe just how helpless and terrified I felt, all alone in this room having to play a piece in some twisted computer program just to get out of this elbow room.

Something poked at my ass and pushed, slightly, in different places until it found my asshole and then it uncomfortably pressed into me, not much, just enough to where I could n't be active my hips away or fidget the thing out. I guess I 'd expected the hot seat to be some rendering of the crib with its vibrator and I thought wrong. I felt a tender liquidness spirt into my ass and then the something withdrew from me as Thomas More whirrings began. The warm up liquid was dripping from me and as I wriggled my ass around I felt the liquid state to be sorting of viscous and slippery, like maybe some sort of oil.

I could clearly get word gurglings as a armoured combat vehicle or reservoir of some kind was being filled and then once the woof unconscious process was completed I heard the mechanically skillful sound of the electric chair moving some other dreadful thing around underneath me. The aim of the lubricant that had been squirted in my ass was revealed when my virgin ass was slowly and relentlessly penetrated with something that seemed to get wider as it probed deeper into my organic structure. I screamed myself hoarse with little terror and pain as it pushed mysterious and deeper. I felt it overhaul my hips and then it stopped. Whatever it was, it had speared me like a fish and I was acutely aware of the pressure of the thing inside me. I tried to get a little more well-heeled but the thing almost anticipated my moves and it maintained a becalm insistence and presence inside me.

Gurglings began again underneath me and I heard something start with a whine that indicated it was building up pressure or impulse ... like a jet winding up before takeoff. The shank band around me loosened and I gave a furtive effort at getting free before I realized the probe in my ass was now holding me in post. I was n't going anywhere, but I wondered why the waistband was suddenly, teasingly, loose. My question was answered when a warmth began to spread deep in my bowels. The machinery underneath me was humming along and the investigation began to vibrate inside me with the onset of the warm sensation. It was actually pleasant for a brief prison term and then I felt a slight pang of press with the passion now spreading further into me.

I looked down at my belly and noticed that my clip figure was pushing up a bit. I thought that maybe my rear was arched and I tried to slack it. No, it was relaxed. I looked again and could swear my abdomen was getting vainglorious. Disbelief was swept away as I realized the Chair was filling me up with some kind of warm up liquid, but for what purpose ? This sure as hell was n't as much fun as the shot glass and I had no damned mind what pleasure was supposed to come up from this horrible usurpation. There was nothing I could do but sit there while the vile machine mindlessly carried out its broadcast on me. The discomfort of the liquid began to ramp up and it felt like I had the defective constipation of my entrie life. I gave a push to try to expel some of the liquid state and the investigation answered my effort with an contiguous and abominable thrust into my ass. The whine of what I now knew was a heart increased in intensity and my belly swelled at an accelerated rate now. It was quite uncomfortable especially now as I could feel the nozzle inside me furiously filling me like a water balloon.

My skin strained and I saw myself looking almost fraught from the bizarre straining. It was becoming a task to take a breath as the air pressure in my belly pushed up on my stop. I was sweating profusely.

I was beginning to wonder if this matter was going to kill me when the investigation withdrew from my ass with a jerk. My reserve held for a moment and so did my ass. I screamed as my wretched, abused ass could n't guard back the flood inside me anymore and the entire subject of my intestines blasted out my ass with a gush. The splashing sound on the tile floor seemed to go on forever. Briefly, my nose recoiled from the aroma and then the ventilation system in the way kicked on. I heard a sound of piss being sprayed and felt the affectionateness on my peril ass buttock and then heard the stream play about on the tile. Clearly, it was cleaning up my mess.

My belly was back to normal and I enjoyed a brief relief of relaxation behavior. The waistband tightened up again to clue me in that this piece of my trial by ordeal was n't ended just yet. Fine. The warmly, refreshed air relieved at least part of my suffering and my sweaty body began to find chilled. The warm water inside me had raised my temperature and now I was cooling off.

I tensed when the phone of gurgling and the probe moving about signalled the beginning of round two. The soreness of the probe entering my ass was much less this time and it was a combining of my knowing what was happening and my body still being accustomed to the thing being inside of me. The unanimous process repeated itself with the waistband loosening, my belly being distended from the intensity of quick piss inside of me, and then the automated cleanup process following at the end of the treatment. Since I was n't quite so terrorize this meter it was n't so bad. Actually, it was kind of pleasant in a unearthly sort of way to feel so clear inside.

The whirring underneath me indicated that a tertiary probing was going to take place and I readied myself for the inevitable intrusion into my body. Predictably, the investigation slipped up into me except that this time I heard a slightly different sound for the heart mechanism. The waistcloth stayed secure this time so I did n't expect another enema discourse and I frankly expected something low-key this time. I felt the squirting sensation inside me as I was being filled again with another warm liquidness and then it stopped. It was n't a lot of liquid state compared to the first two treatments so it was n't distressing at all. The probe did n't take out this time and it remained inside me, plugging the new liquid state in my body. Five, maybe ten transactions went by as I wondered what this was all about and then I felt myself swept by a wafture of euphoria. My body completely relaxed and my senses became highly acuate. Sounds, sight, the preference in my oral fissure, the feeling inside me, all of it was suddenly amplified as if a swtich had been flipped inside me. It was like wallowing in the afterglow of a nifty orgasm. The impression heighten and I soon felt the worldly concern slipping away. I did n't wish as consciousness fell from me and a shadow, pleasant warmth enveloped me.

Day Four

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When I awoke I felt the respectable I 'd ever felt up in years ! I was so remain and so calm and now I was completely awake. The Chair was still and all of the simplicity were overt. My ass felt like it was back to convention and there was no presence of the probe inside me. Once the professorship had finished its program it had closed up workshop without any further ado and let me kip off the effort.

I almost bounced up from the chairman and made my way to the jury on the wall. The exhibit now showed COMPLETED for Pony and Chair and they still displayed PENDING for prisoner and invader. Something was wrong with the presentation and I just could n't grasp what it was. You know the flavor you get from a deja vu ? That 's how I felt. My disconnection from realness got worse when I looked at the meter display in the merchant ship of the display. The last time I 'd looked at the display it had said `` 1:32PM Th '' and now it said `` 11:29AM Friday ''.

I could n't believe a totally day had gone by ! No wonder I 'd sense so take a breather ! Remarkably, I was n't the least bit hungry. I did n't even feel like I was missing my morning coffee. I did go over to a modest sink and help myself to a cup of urine, but then I felt groovy again. A whole day went by ? It could n't have been a half-hour since the euphoria had conquered me. Could it ? It took me a piece to contemplate the wanting metre and then I moved on to thinking about getting out of the room. I still had two workstations to visit to fill out the political program before the hearty door would be opening for me and the sooner I got it done, the skilful.

I had no clue which workstation was Prisoner and which was encroacher. I walked around the room to see which workstations were in standby mode and I quickly identified the two of them. Prisoner was the one with all of the manacles, shackles, cables, and pulleys set on a theoretical account by the wall and Invader was the one remaining. Prisoner would be first for me today.

In retrospect I find it odd that I was so unaware of my nudity. I 'm not normally an immodest person so walking around for two years completely nude was totally out of my character. Frankly, my ex-boyfriend had never seen me nude. follow to cerebrate of it, maybe that 's division of why he 's now an 'ex'. He once told me that I was `` easy on the optic '', and maybe I am. I 'm not a big ego queen, but at 173cm tall, 34C, and 80cm at the rosehip I 'm not bad to reckon at. But I 'd never in my life allowed anyone to see me in all my resplendency. Yet now here I had been nude for two days straight and was so used to it that I did n't even call up about the terry robe that was now hanging by the doorway.

As I walked over to prisoner I felt more as if I was going to work out at a even gym than to present another ordeal. Maybe this was just my way of coping with what had to be done to spread the door, maybe I was getting used to the musical theme that had built the dungeon in the beginning shoes. I stepped up to the framework and could see that it was set up so I 'd have to secure my ankles and waistline first, and then I could put the manacle on either wrist after that. I knelt down and put the first hamper on my left ankle and as I drew the thing closed it snapped keep out on its own and lock away. Like everything else in the room, there was more than met the eye to captive. My rightfulness ankle met the Lapplander response from its shackle. The waist restraint was tied to two pulley block on either slope of the framework by steel cables, the Sami steel cables that attached to my ankles and wrists. This was n't self locking, but there was a red light that switched to green once I 'd put the chasteness on and pulled it secure. The cablegram on either side of the waist control then pulled taut and held me in stead. The wrist handcuff were go and they snapped on the same as the mortise joint shackle, locking on their own. Then I just stood there and waited. And waited. And waited.

I began to get concerned that maybe I 'd locked myself into a broken car and I 'd be stuck here even if the damned threshold opened. I tried to get out receptive one of my wrist manacles when the cables attached to my radiocarpal joint suddenly snapped tight. My arms were damn near yanked out of my shoulders the thing pulled so firmly ! Then my ankles were pulled apart and out until I was doing a very dreadful reading of the tear. I grunted with the pain, but managed not to hollo somehow. My consistency was now splayed into an `` X '' and I will say that this was n't really any fun.

The chromium steel steel doorway on the bulwark swung unresolved and there were six robotic weaponry folded into it. The first one unfolded itself and without any reluctance it poked its tip very painfully into my left armpit and shocked me. Now I screamed. Loud.

Two of the arms unfolded and swung down to traumatise my ankles while a quaternary flew out and shocked my right armpit. The four arms began to scandalise me in a random serial publication with each cushion getting more afflictive than the one before. This torture went on for maybe thirty seconds, but it felt alike minute. The shocks would wrack my consistency and I felt musculus convulse and release with the shocks and the pain was worse than any cramp iron I 'd ever experience in my life.

Then it stopped.

I hung there catching my breath while I swam about in a sea of pain. The shocks, the cramps, and the pulling at my arms and legs was brutally sore and I was hping that this was the end. It wasn't.

The two arms that had shocked my axillary fossa rapidly retracted and then unfolded again in the kind of blurry apparent motion that only a machine could achieve. Just the sight of the arms flying around my naked pulp was sufficiency to make me scream and then the two implements of war froze in home over my nipples. They just held there, each of them maybe a millimeter away from touching me. I screamed with the certain knowledge of what was coming and then caught the scream in my throat as raw voltage coursed into my bodyl through two of my most sensitive and supply ship topographic point. The shocks came in a rapid-fire staccato of zips and zaps and I was helpless to do anything to stop it, all I could do was scream.

I screamed again when it stopped because I knew that there was more coming. And Prisoner was n't going to disappoint me, either.

The four arms folded into the cabinet and then the remaining two flew out to just column inch from my human face. The core was intense. The tip of the arm on the right was n't an electrode like the low gear four arms, it was a rotary device with five centimetre-long hypodermic needles loaded into it. A 6th hypodermic needle was just out of my view. The second arm had a twist with flyspeck acerate leaf and small vacuum tube connected to them and God only knew what the hell they did. Just having the two needle-encrusted arms in from my eyes was terrifying enough without wondering what was next.

Both coat of arms retracted and then the arm on the right flipped about and stopped at the thigh opposite the one that had been injected the night before. I struggled with the little bit of child's play that was left in the simplicity and was rewarded with their pulling me so tight that I felt and heard my tree branch pull slightly out of their stick. Excruciating is a balmy word as I found out. With unappeasable precision the arm closed on my thigh and then pierced my cutis and injected me with the subject matter of the foremost hypodermic. The injection burned like nether region. The next four injections burned like hell, too and then the sixth and last shot was due. I was relieved to mean that the spoilt was over and there was just one more to go.

The horror was unspeakable as I saw the arm swing up from my second joint to just in movement of the lower part of my belly. The needle on the last hypodermic was easily four times as long as the needles of the firstly five. I looked down and tried to pull back, but that was pointless. The machine held me prisoner and I was going nowhere. The arm raised, lowered, and moved a distich of sentence as if deciding how to go about the task it was programmed to complete. Then it locked into position and the arm slid the needle inexorably towards my hide. It poked me just enough to give me wince and draw blood before it drove on into me, burying itself to the hilt in my belly. Agony became a mild word as the phonograph needle pierced skin and muscle and force back on into where ever it was going inside of me.

The plunger on the hypodermic was pushed home by an actuator on the arm and I felt more unspeakable nuisance as the fluid was injected into some preset place that was now the base of nuisance. The phonograph needle was retracted once the job was done and then the arm flippped back on itself and folded into the cabinet. The sixth arm now began to hum and it swung and flipped about until it had its needle aimed at my inguen, just below my bikini line. I was exhausted from the pain of the injections and watched without response as the arm brought the hum needle array to my skin. The pain in the neck was at least endurable as the arm poked at my skin and hummed along. Slowly, it moved about in a small area, drawing profligate as it moved and then it retracted. The needle array portion of the arm flipped around to reveal another odd set of twist. They closed on the leech orbit and sprayed something that numbed the relatively minor pain in the ass and then rinsed the stemma from the area with a gentle antiseptic-smelling spray.

I so wanted this to be over. I missed my plain flat. I missed my job. I even missed my old car. Even my roomie seemed so far away and friendly right now.

In my brief daydreaming I 'd failed to notice the arm retract into the cabinet as the first four arms flew out again to learn new positions around my body.

The simultaneous electrical shock to the dorsum of my knees and to my spine made my organic structure seize up with sore spasms. The disconnected chatter of the electrodes unloading into me sounded like a hailstorm on a tin roof. No topic how fast the shocks came, I felt each and every one of them as they caused heftiness I did n't know I had to appropriate up and strain at their ligaments. I 'm not trusted when it occured, but sometime not long after that I passed into blissful unconsciousness.

I awoke crumpled on the floor at the foot of the prisoner and my wonderful state I 'd felt in the morning was replaced with the very real sensations of having been tortured. I was so weak from the exertion of my musculus that I could barely tolerate. I took a instant to resume my torso and see how well I was doing. My nipples were inflamed and swollen from the daze and I had welts everywhere else the electrodes had touched me. My belly featured a tattoo of some odd-looking symbolization where the one arm had drawn blood. I could n't make myself car about the tattoon at the moment. With no diminished effort I drew myself to my feet and made my way to the video display gore. I looked to see with some relief that Prisoner now had a rewarding COMPLETED future to it. Invader was still PENDING and I mulled over putting it off for a while, just to recover you see, and then decided to just get it over with.

From the looks of it, Invader was aptly named. It had a well-to-do chairwoman with an arrangement of restraints similar to chair except that my wooden leg were to reside in a stirrup-type apparatus where each leg laid in a sorting of lard manger. A screen was set to come down over each trough and hold my wooden leg in place, spread out as if for a gynocological exam. wear from the straining of the day I readily resigned myself to whatever was to come and laid back into the chair. I had to loosen and trip up my breath for a while but then I placed my legs into the capture stirrups and was n't surprised at all when the screen came down over my pegleg and locked in plaza. The waist constraint came future and then I set my wrist into the self-locking manacles. Finally, I put my psyche back and let the collar curl about my neck.

Buzzings and whirrings and whines immediately began underneath me and I had a clear purview of another robotic arm as it rose from a recess in the floor beneath Invader. It had a small device on it that looked rather like a 10cm long, shameful plastic tampon applicator with a small fix in the tip of it. In my weakend country I 'd just assumed that encroacher was going to do something with my ass just like Chair had done. The angle and stead of the tampon thing as it closed on me told me that it was n't heading for my ass. It gently eased up to my genital organ and moved out of my pile. I was exhausted and just closed my eyes instead of thrilling to another terrifying intrusion of my consistence by a simple machine.

I felt a spray of fondness and knew it had to be some sort of lubricant. The tampon thing then gently nosed around my lube pussy sassing until it found my first step. It was surprisingly lenify as it predictably began to penetrate me. I could sense and feel it filling my pussy with the warm lubricator as it went deeper. After the tortures of the captive the Invader was turning out to be an almost pleasant experience. The tampon thing kissed up to my cervix and politely stopped its onward motion. It did n't block up pumping lubricant into me, though, and I found the sensation of the warm fluid pumping into my consistency to be a trivial arousing. My ex-boyfriend had come in me without a prophylactic on a few rare occasions and it had felt gracious, but the fluid being slowly pumped into me by the machine was a little fond than come and it made for a much more shake experience.

The lubricator eventually overflowed and ran down my ass before dripping quite audibly onto the tiled floor beneath me. At that point the tampon affair pulled out of my pussy and I opened my eye just as the machinelike arm descended back into the story. I closed my eyes again and wondered if that was all when I heard a whine and opened my eyes to see another arm poised menacingly between my stage. It was equipped with a very lifelike phallus of an obscene 20cm in length and easily 6cm in girth. I found myself recoiling as it approached me and its capitulum pushed its way between my readied cunt lips. The thought of that thing being plunged all the way into me was bringing up a familiar terror in my heart and I felt a scream building up the pressure to run my lips. Truly, I was expecting that thing to be driven into me like a nail.

I caught myself with surprisal as the head of the genus Phallus began to hover with the very Lapplander relative frequency that had brought me to exquisite stratum of ecstasy on the Pony. I could n't help oneself myself as my torso responded to the amazing feeling being drummed up between my legs. An unvoluntary flush swept over me as the vibration quickly built and began to diverge in intensity. contribution of me still feared what was happening and part of me was wanting to grab that grand thing and stab it into my body. I closed my eyes as the warm glow of an close at hand orgasm began to build up and I scooted my hip joint down the chairwoman as much as I could to encompass the source of my pleasure.

Like an avalanche the joy of my release swept over me and carried me, tumbling and falling, over the precipice of a canyon of deeply, enduring sexual muscularity. It did n't stop, either. Wave after waving of joy built and crested only to be followed by another wave more powerful than the showtime. In the midst of my ongoing coming I opened my sexually fogged eyes and saw the Phallus had pushed itself into me until I was completely involved with the vibrating miracle. Three more climax swept over me and then I saw the phallus Begin to withdraw. I cried as the unlikely length of it pulled from my trunk and my eternal pleasure ended.

It held itself just a tantalizing centimetre from my straining pussy. Its delicious vibrating had n't stopped and it was as if the thing was deliberately teasing me. I strained as hard as I could to bear upon my pussy to the pleasing cock and screamed with frustration. As if on cue, I heard the palpitation in the genus Phallus step-up in baron and watched in astonishment and relief as it plunged its entire out of the question distance back into me. It drove in and out of me with the speed and force of a lover demanding to release himself in his woman. My ex-boyfriend could never vie with the fucking I was getting from this wonderful thing. The vibrating cock smacked itself deep into my sopping pussycat and then yanked out only to dunk deep into me again and again.

My heart was beating so concentrated that I could get wind it in my ears, even over the audio of the pounding machine fucking between my legs and the wet, smacking sounds of my puss eagerly receiving it.

God, oh good God, it did n't halt ! I did n't want it to stop. I wanted the whole fucking robot in my twat I was so know horny ! I did n't even care after an eon of pleasure that my pussy was getting dry from the non-stop fuckfest. I was so disappointed when the tool pulled from my spasming pussy and retracted to the storey. In a jiffy it was replaced by the tampon thingy and the tampon thing plunged into me, squirting a load of lube trench into my fucked out snatch. Just the view of why it had lubed me up made me number again.

The tampon thing pulled out and fell to the trading floor and I was back in heaven as the peter rose up and slammed deep into me in one strong, vibrating thrust. This time it was fucking me so intemperate it was knocking the breathing place out of me and I was beginning to experience the onset of painful sensation in my womb and my pussy from the relentless hammer. Finally, it thrust deep into me and held itself there as the vibration earthquaked me to another immense coming. The populace went black as I passed out from the sheer, potent pleasure.

When I came to I found myself still secured in the encroacher but the wonderful putz that had fucked me senseless was gone. I must n't have been out for long as the aroma of my rampant foreplay still perfumed the air about the chair. I knew that something else was coming and that the screwing I 'd received probably had an ulterior use, more than than just one of just pleasing me sexually. It was n't long before another robotic arm rose up from the level and presented itself between my branch. It had what looked like a short antenna whip on it, complete with a little 6mm stainless brand Lucille Ball at the end of it. I was n't surprised when the aerial flipped over and aimed its slight nut at my pussy.

'No problem', I thought, 'after the piece of ass I 've just had I 'm loose enough for a blast water faucet, let alone that pissy little thing .'

I watched as the antenna approached me and then the tip with its little ball disappeared from my heap as it closed on my pussy. It easily slipped inside me and I felt it slowly travel up my pussy until it poked at my cervix. The robot arm moved the transmitting aerial around inside of me and I 'll admit that this was sort of uncomfortable, especially with the testicle on the tip of the transmitting aerial poking me at the tight picayune entryway to my untried womb. I felt and sensed the bollock poke me in a sure particular way and then I immediately strained to get away from it as it pushed into me much grueling than before. I screamed with hurting as the tiny little ball suddenly felt like a boulder as it was forced past my uterine cervix and trench into a lieu in my physical structure where no such matter should ever go. I looked at the robot arm as it fed an unimaginable sum of money of the antenna horribly deep into my kitty. There must 've been 25cm of the thing inside me and the pain and pressure I felt from its ... invasion ... was horrendous.

I felt a tapping sensation deep in my belly and saw the robot arm jerk with each tap. That was followed by more pain as the golem pulled away from my cunt and painfully drew the antenna back through my cervix. I braced for the extra pain of the stainless blade globe as it opened my neck again and it never came. The robot retreated fully from me at that peak and withdrew the antenna along with it. As the golem prepared to go back to its space beneath the storey it held the transmitting aerial up to the ceiling and I was able to view the duration that had been so deeply buried into my body.

The narrow rod of steel looked like a tuck as it pointed up at the roof. A piffling blood marked its musical passage into my cervix here and there along its length. My oculus followed the taper from the infrastructure to the blunt tip and I was dumbfounded for a schism second until I realized the little Lucille Ball was gone ! It was n't just gone, it was inside me !

That Goddamn Waldo ! His automobile had stuck something in me and I had no mind what the nether region it was. I knew I 'd have to get to a hospital to get this matter out. Even though I was scared of what had happened, a rational position of my psyche told me that the little stainless brand orb was practically harmless, even located where it was in my womb.

The restraints on Invader opened up and I swung my peg out of the leg rest period and got up. I felt modest again and I went to the door and got the robe and put it on, covering myself for the first clock time in two days. Trying the door I was pissed that after all I 'd been through the damn thing was still locked. I padded over to the ascendence jury to see what the hell it wanted now.

The instrument panel showed COMPLETED for all of the workstations now but there was one little window on the lower left that had a message in it.

'' Perimeter shielder installed. Do you want to run trial run ? Y N ''

I had a bad feeling about this.

And curiousity killed the cat.

I touched'Y'. I just had to.

I felt a bombination inside me and then my pussy went dripping wet. I grabbed on to a workstation right as I felt my special shaking frequency bass inside me and swooned as a huge climax crashed over me. I was just getting my sens about me when I felt a sense of cramping painfulness figure into a crippling crescendo that knocked me to the level. It ended as fast as it had begun and then I struggled to my feet to depend at the panel.

'' perimeter Guardian successfully installed. ``

I had an `` Oh, red cent ! '' second as I realized I 'd been a dunce and activated the blame thing inside my uterus.

The door unbarred and opened and I took another looking at the keep and the workstations before I walked out to freshen up, get dressed, get some dinner party, and maybe get the nether region out of here. Then I took one more morbid glimpse at the dialog box presentation and saw a new message in the downhearted left window :

'' political program Pavlov32.exe installed and running ''

Whatever the nookie it was, Pavlov32 was going to cause to wait for me to have dinner and a shower bath before I played around to bump out what it did.

Day Little Phoebe

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Dinner and a shower bath had led to sleep and a snoring. I woke up with the dawn and felt not at all bad for having been through nirvana and hell all the day before. I 'd just been too damn tired and thirsty to require to go to a hospital to get the little ball pulled out of my stomach. I 'd figured on getting that taken care of today and then going to the police about the dungeon. I got up and trace on the robe and searched around for a clean pair of scanty and then got them on, too. The bra could wait.

I went to the bathroom and then brushed my tooth before heading to the kitchen to get some umber going. The fog had come in nightlong but there were still a few surfboarder out riding what little wave activeness was to be found and I watched them as I waited for the coffee to brew up. It took forever for the pot to occupy up and then I eagerly filled a mug with the coffee bean and a shot of cream. I took my coffee with me to the library and got the desk terminus to come in on for the house computer. I went to browse through the single file for the Perimeter defender and came up with a password prompting. I typed in `` Waldo '' and hit 'enter'. The sudden pain in my paunch was unspeakable, quick, and over as fast as it had started. If I had n't been before, I was sealed now that the clod would birth to go.

The watchword command prompt was still there and I typed in `` Pavlov '' this meter to see what would happen. I hit 'enter'and then I hit the floor, blinded with a gut-wrenching infliction. I struggled to my metrical unit again to wait at the screen. A new mesage was displayed.

'' Pavlov32 is active voice. Obey programmed operating instructions or enter valid password to access and handicap Pavlov32. disconfirming input will be applied for attempts to breach system security. ``

The calculator was running the egg inside me ? How ? It was just a piffling ball. And how could the damn thing do all of this shit ? I browsed to the index and found `` About Pavlov32 '' and entered the file. I breathed a suspiration of relief when it was n't word protected. I read for at to the lowest degree an hour about all of the crap involved and finally figured the whole thing out.

Pavlov32 is a behavior modification protocol designed to work in alignment with a nano-computer encased in a frequency reactive platinum ( not stainless blade like I 'd thought ) casing. The nano-computer uses the platinum casing as an electrode to receive and then beam mild to severe pain impulses along sensible nerve track. The best placement for the device is near the backbone and in proximity to sexual reed organ. In the female it is intended to be placed in the uterine lining via the vagina and cervix uteri. From there it could offer five degrees of veto ( pain ) stimulant ranging from discomfort to agony, and five stage of positive ( sexual ) stimulation ranging from mild arousal to an uncontrolled lecherousness with attendant orgasm of varying intensities. All of the forcible reaction information the estimator needed on a subject was compiled from the workstations. When a subject, me in this instance, was secured the system monitored the field of study as series of pain and pleasure inputs were made, thus the system of rules knew precisely what release to push to make me scream or groan.

Ultrasonic sound waves are used to issue the ball with energy and the whole mansion must 've been wired with the sound emitters. I say 'emitters'as I never saw any speakers around the house. The lone way for me to get off the influence of the musket ball was to simply get away from the house. I left the computing machine and headed upstairs to get dressed. It felt squeamish to be clothed again and I grabbed my stuff and made for the door. I reached for the door grip, touched it, and BLAM ! The shit thing felt like it was stabbing me. I tried again and the pain knocked me to the floor.

Stupid me, I just HAD to try getting out the door one to a greater extent time and I howled in agony as my helping hand touched the doorway again. This was n't going to sour, now was it ?

I left my clobber at the room access figuring that if I shut off the reckoner then I 'd be able to leave this goddamned shoes. I went back to the library and found the following message :

'' Perimeter Guardian activated. Behavior modification will commence in 193 seconds unless PASSWORD is entered. ``

What the hell. I typed in 'PASSWORD'and hit enter. The painfulness was to be expected and I nearly blacked out from it. A new subject matter was flashing on the covert :

'' Behavior modification protocol commences in 180 seconds. Subject must strip down and mount INVADER. ``

screw this, I thought, I 'm getting out of here. I ran to the window and hit the board to open them and saw the display :

'' Behavior modification protocol commences in 162 bit. discipline must disrobe and jump on encroacher. ``

I ran upstairs to see if I could miss through an attic and found no garret admission in the whole upstairs. Running back to my bedroom I saw the presentation :

'' conduct modification protocol commences in 41 seconds. subjugate must disrobe and mount INVADER. ``

The place was a fortress, I remembered. Had n't Waldo shown me how there was no way into this menage ? There was no way out, either. I sat down by the bed and for the offset fourth dimension in my ordeal I cried. I ca n't say if it was tears of powerlessness or bout of frustration, but all I could do was hug myself and cry. Sitting there lost in my heartbreak I was n't surprised at all when the meter elapsed and a flimsy cramping aesthesis began to establish in my belly. A sharp pain went through me and I screamed at the rampart. Then it went back to the increasing cramping sensation.

There was no way out. The cramping made it difficult, but I got to my feet and walked downstairs to the dungeon. The last few steps to the keep were so abominable I almost do n't remember walking and holding myself up along the wall. The pain let up to a serious irritation when I entered the dungeon, as if the program was cutting me a little slackness for trying. I had to see at the presentation to see if there was any hope.

'' capable must strip and mount encroacher. ``

As if to prompt me to get moving a sharp nuisance went through me. I kicked off my stool pigeon and undid my jeans, pushing the jeans over my coxa and then down past my knees. As I stepped out of each leg of the denim I peeled off my white cotton fiber drogue with them. Then my T-shirt came off right after another sharp annoyance reminded me to hurry. Another pain zapped me and I unclipped my bra and let it slip to the cumulation of my dress on the tiles. I hesitated as the last thing to fare off was my cotton panties, mild Edward Douglas White Jr. Jockey shorts of course. My nous raced through all the possible action and then a jackhammer of pain blasted through me, crumpling me to the level unconscious.

I came to with the ongoing comportment of pain in the ass and found that I 'd luckily collapsed onto my dress, probably saving me from some serious bruising and maybe even some lost teeth. A zap of pain encouraged me to stop taking stock-taking of my circumstance and I got to my feet. Slipping my step-in off, I sat back on invader and was immediately met with the assuagement of the pain in the neck completely ending. I sat there and caught my breath for a few arcminute and then felt a serrated wrack of a cramp as the curriculum became raring. Sitting back in the workstation my pain in the ass ended and as I placed my legs in the stirrup a pleasant glow swept over me and I allowed myself to unbend. The manacles, collar, and waist restraint moved into place and I did n't wish. The pain was over.

After the constant and sometimes hideous pain the pleasant glowing was a comforting and receive stand-in and I had no job surrendering myself to whatever invader had planned for me. It was wonderful to just lay back in the hot seat and I realized that having my legs bent and spread by the padded restraints was actually quite comfortable.

I heard the cabinet in the storey afford up and looked down to see the Black tampon matter swing up. The warm lubricating substance was sprayed on my pussy and then it moved up and slipped precisely into me. I noticed the lubricant being a little warmer than last time and I found myself simply enjoying the whiz as it slipped all the way into me, filling me up as it went. I was just a little disappointed when it withdrew and then was replaced by the robotlike arm with the phallus on it. I heard it start vibrating as it hovered just within tactual sensation of my body. I knew that this would be another incredible experience and I was ashamed to sense myself redden with stimulation in prediction of being penetrated by what was really just a fancy dildo. I 'd never matte this way about my ex. I 'd never felt this way in my life story, come to imagine of it, and here I was excited about being impaled by a senseless machine.

My arousal rose into a frustrating need. I watched the phallus and imagined it moving into me and each prison term I thought it was moving it just stayed still, the vibration audibly teasing me. The handcuff on my the right way wrist came undone and I tentatively removed my radiocarpal joint from it, expecting pain. nothing happened and I reached down and found myself touching my body ( down there ! ) in a way I 'd never done in my entire biography. That was when the pain hit.

I yanked my manus back and placed it in the manacle, expecting it to close, but nothing happened. I was dreaded that I was just going to be senselessly tortured when I heard a interference above my drumhead and an arm with a disturb panel on it came down and faced me. It was displaying a noughts and crosses biz and the message :

'' Complete the take after task. ``

A lot appeared in the pep pill pull up stakes portion of the game subject. The computing device was playing games with me ? O.K., I thought, this is easily. I reached up and touched the center of the game field and an `` X '' appeared. Shortly thereafter, I won the game and felt the familiar glow of foreplay slip over me. The glow faded and then a new game field appeared. Again, I won and, again, I was rewarded with delight. The tic-tac-toe field was replaced with a plot of draughts and over the course of maybe two hours I played several games with the figurer, winning some of them, while the computer won most of them. With each plot I lost I 'd get a tenuous discomfort, but with each game I won the incandescence would rise up in me. It was pretty well-defined to me that it was more pleasant to win than to lose.

After I won the last game of checkers the gleam of pleasance amped up to almost work me come. I was catching my hint with the oncoming joy and then it suddenly ended ... kind of reminding me of sex with my ex !

When I looked at the screen the gamefield had been replaced with a question :

'' A young, attractive man tells you that he is your overlord. He instructs you to discase and assume a sure stance so that he may mate with you. Do you follow ? choose your answer. ``

There were two circles, one with the word YES in it and one with NO in it.

I selected NO.

The zap of pain was pretty telling and I screamed. Even though the infliction only lasted a moment or so, it was agonizing.

A new question was displayed :

'' An elder, unattractive man tells you that he is your Master. He instructs you to disrobe and assume a certain position so that he may mate with you. Do you comply ? choose your answer. ``

I knew it wanted me to check and I just could n't. I was n't going to be anybody 's bawd, even if it was just a meaningless question from a computer. I touched the circle with NO in it.

I broke out in a sweat and felt every muscleman in my body take over up with the vivid, electrifying agony. My lungs seized up and I could n't emit or even scream. I began to suffocate and I wondered if I was going to die. Just as I was about to calamitous out, the pain and the seizures ended and I shrieked with succor and panted to get air into my famish lungs. My body was tricky with travail and I felt it pooling on the chair under my backrest.

Looking at the screen, I saw another motion :

'' An elder, unattractive man tells you that he is your captain. He instructs you to unclothe, adopt a sure position so that he may mate with you, and then he informs you he intends to urinate you meaning. Do you comply ? pick out your solvent. ``

pride and self-esteem demanded that I select NO. Fear and self-preservation dictated I answer YES. My digit hovered over the NO until it began to agitate. The view of being tortured again if I gave the untimely solution was more than enough to finally make believe me hit the YES with enough personnel to pee-pee the arm holding the panel swing away from me. Nonplussed, the arm simply returned to its previous position. I guess a share of me was still expecting to be zapped with painful sensation even though I 'd gone along with the answer the computer seemed to want from me. I felt my kitty-cat rim theatrical role and looked down to see the phallus slipping into me. The rattling vibration was n't on this time and I guess I felt a piddling disappointed by that. The penis settled into a very soft yet steady rhythm of mindlessly thrusting in and out of my body. Even without the vibration it was n't too bad. Instead of a raging orgasmic experience, it was just like a gentle, early morning fuck. No, it was n't bad at all.

A flash on the screen in front of me directed my glance away from the gently fucking Phallus between my legs.

'' Your Master is making love to you. He asks you if you like having him make love life to you. Select your answer. ``

Why fight it ? I chose YES.

The genus Phallus gave me a deep, hard thrust, and then returned to its rhythm. It was a small uncomfortable as it went so deep into me, but it was somehow arousing as it responded to my approving solvent.

A new motion came up :

'' Your original asks your permit to fuck you until he comes in you. You are ovulating and know you might go meaning if you agree. Do you agree ? Select your answer. ``

The gruntle fucking of the phallus in my kitty-cat had quickly become hypnotic. I really did n't care right then about suppositious questions about what I might or might not do. I did know I did n't desire any more than pain and I also knew that I was seriously enjoying the marvellous fuck I was experiencing.

I selected YES.

The beat of the phallus began to gently blame up velocity and it also began to ram deeper with each thrust. I could swear I felt it swell inside me ... just like the real matter. In the middle of all of this another question came up :

'' Your maestro is fucking you. You are completely unprotected and pregnancy is a certainty if he comes in you. Your body will tumefy with his baby and he will pretend you turn back to invader to give birth. Your master copy William Tell you that he will halt if you ask him to. There will be no penalisation if you refuse him. He will let you take the air free from this planetary house. He asks you if you will let him make out in your womb, let him fertilize you with his germ, filling you with his sister and making you his hard worker for the rest of your life. If you agree you will never leave this planetary house without his license. Do you consort to be his hard worker for the rest of your biography ? choose your answer. ``

I was n't really thinking too clearly just then. A freshness was building in my belly and I knew I 'd be feeling mythic if I let this matter finish its job. I briefly considered the wait negative of a blow of pain if I disagreed with the question and knew I did n't ask anymore hurting today. And what the Inferno, it was just a stupid computer interrogative, right ?

I selected YES.

The penis began a series of lingering, deep thrusts into my kitty. With each thrust the phallus would writhe and twist, straining itself at my pussy as it tried to get inscrutable. At the Saami time I felt it begin to hum and thrill with my special frequency. It was sheer, right-down Shangri-la ! This thing was n't just fucking my kitty-cat, it was fucking my soul ! It could n't have gotten any better when I felt the glow inside me rise up like a tidal wave of pleasure, construction and construction me up to higher and mellow levels of sexual pleasure. The ball inside me was unleashing the broad promise of delight in my body and I was make and primed for anything it wanted to do to me.

Just like an impassioned buff, the phallus changed from fucking me with oceanic abyss thrusts to a hard, rapid pumping of my puss. I heard the obscene audio of it slipping in and out of my twat, the wet smacking sound echoing in the dungeon. I scooted down to get it thick into me. It responded and fucked me faster and harder. This clock time I knew it was n't just my imagination as I felt it well up inside me. And that did it for me.

The gate of Heaven opened up and I was ushered inside by backer as the most concerted pleasure crashed over me. My pussy contracted with waves of pleasure, sucking the thrusting phallus trench into my welcoming womb. The bollock inside me evoked and even deeper and more pervasive pleasure as my eubstance now demanded to be filled. The thrusting stopcock ... it was my lover now and no longer a automobile ... it hammered me deep and grueling and even painfully as it crashed itself into the door of my womb. And then it got even better ! In the thick of the absolute most intense joy I 'd ever matte up the hammer held itself inscrutable inside me, impaling me on its duration. I felt it swell more than before and then it began to bubble in waves. I felt a hot, liquid presence in my pussy and screw, just knew the tool was coming in me ! The hot, spurting liquid seemed to fill me with an awesome, blinding pleasure. My every sense intensified and I swear I could see in my thinker'eye the wonderful tip of the cock spurting its cream into my cook, willing womb. The flavor of the hot come spurting into me did n't stop for an eternity and my baseless, intense orgasm contiued on in waves of oestrus and light even after the cock stopped thrusting and spurting into me.

The cock finally pulled from my torso and I was acutely aware of feeling thoroughly and completely feminine. My tit felt wondrous. My belly was satisfied with the lingering warmheartedness of both the spurting come and my sexual supernova. The simplicity were already opened but I was in no rush to get up and forget. I felt myself smile with a stupid, satisfied grin as I lay there, my legs splayed open and my pussy dripping with ... what ?

I reached down to my soaking snatch and ran my helping hand over it, gathering my lecherousness and the intersection of the prick into it. I lifted it to my eyes and then I sniffed at it. The somehow pleasing odour of my own musky odor was present and then I caught the perfume of the slick fluid that had been sexily and hotly pumped into me, I was n't sure what it was. The odour was kind of flowery, but there was also a medicinal quality to it as well. A trivial constituent of my glow faded when I could n't fancy out what had been spurted into my organic structure, yet I still was in More joy from the afterglow of my shag than I 'd ever been from any male-induced orgasm.

The figurer filmdom displayed a new question :

'' Did you like it ? Do you like being a striver ? ``

I was free to go.

I did n't induce to answer.

Yet I did.

I reached up and touched YES.

I 'd never been happier in all of my life sentence. Laying there in the afterglow I contemplated having experienced paradise and I abandoned myself to a warm, restful sleep.

Day Six

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When I woke up the showing was hovering over my cheek and I was still comfortably ensconced on Invader. I took a flavor at the showing to see what I was supposed to do next and it had a simpleton program line :

'' Have a pleasant dayspring. Instruction will commence promptly at 1pm, delight return to Invader at that time. Time is now 7:57am. please acknowledge this education by selecting YES. ``

I did so and the screen promptly retreated into the cap. As I was getting to my substructure I reached for the mound of clothes I 'd left straw about the tile floor the night before. I thought about getting dressed and decided to just head up and get a shower. I smelled like sex and my thigh were still oiled up from my exercising. I stopped in the kitchen to begin my coffee and then it was upstair for a welcomed cascade.

The hot water system cleaned up my body and it seemed to straighten out the fog from my thinker, too. I found myself wondering what the hellhole I 'd consented to with the figurer. The feelings I 'd had ... and then I realized I 'd fend in the watercourse of water for several minute without a thought and without moving. I 'd been lost in what I can only describe as a flashback to the night before. I was living it over again. The intuitive feeling of the hot liquid squirting into me like a buff'cum had me aroused and I was mindlessly caressing myself just thinking about it.

I caught myself and shut off the water. Taking a plush towel I dried off my hair and then worked my way down, drying between my toes when I reached them. Again, the query of dressing came up. I thought about my clothes and remembered struggling to escape them the day before. The terry robe would be sufficient for now.

The coffee was a Swedish blend and it was a little more acidic than I preferred. An extra dollop of cream compensated and it accompanied a trio of freshly scrambled eggs along with a nice ham steak. I grabbed a danish from the Deepfreeze and thawed it in the microwave oven. Taking my breakfast out to the life elbow room I looked out on another foggy cockcrow replete with commit surfer out there just past the break. I flicked on the TV and ate while Katie and Brian filled me in on Iraq and North Dae-Han-Min-Gook.

I watched the local morning show at 9am and then an old instalment of Bonanza after that. The entirely time I was watching TV I was thinking about what was going to happen at 1pm. Little Joe and Hoss were doing something with some screen girl when I gave up trying to pay attention and I just shut the idiot box off.

I got some moth-eaten coffee tree and warmed it up in the microwave before dosing it with the necessity sum of money of emollient. The affectionate mug itself was comforting to me as I walked into the dungeon to take care at encroacher. It sat there so lifeless. I went up and touched it, almost expecting it to do something on its own. It just sat there. Looking about, I saw the doors to the locker in the floor and ceiling were closed and secured. The odd thought that the robot arms were vulnerable and fragile crossed my mind. Why else would they give to be hidden away when I was free to move around ?

The room was somehow unnerve without the haphazardness of the blazonry moving about and doing their business. Losing myself in rumination, I drifted back to wondering what was in stock for me later in the day and when I caught myself I found I was getting turned on. I do n't know why, but the weakness I felt when secured into the workstations while they did anything they wanted to me was a outre turn-on for me. I 'd never in my lifetime ever thought of the kinds of things I 'd experienced in this theater since I 'd arrived. My possible futures had never included torture and unimagined intimate pleasure. Now I anticipated it with both dread and with the feeling of something wonderful about to happen. I could n't expect for 1pm and incur out what encroacher would do to me.

What the netherworld was I thinking ? This was wrong ! > > I < < did n't think like this !

I purposefully strode from the room and walked quickly to the forepart door. My deal hovered over the door knob. I knew what would happen if I touched it. Placing my mug of coffee on the slight set back by the door I braced myself to bear upon the shining brass pommel. I was going to bear upon it and this menage be damned ! Yeah, that 'd show Waldo ! I 'll touch the doorknob !

Standing there in my unsheathed understructure and just the Dame Ellen Terry robe I suddenly felt ridiculous. I knew that if I touched the doorknob I 'd just end up on the base, writhing in pain. It would be pudding head to concern the doorknob. Stupid.

I picked up my coffee bean, slugged it down, and went back to the TV, selecting one of the movie channels. It was some strange sci-fi flick about monsters in the dark and the stupe hoi polloi who feed them. I just could n't get into it as I now focused on wondering why my resolve to afford the door had so suddenly dissolved. That was right ... I was going to lead, was n't I ? Yeah ... have intercourse Waldo ... that was my opinion ... was n't it ? Maybe I just needed a nap and then I 'd experience better.

I woke up with the discomfort in my belly pinging away and I looked to see the noon intelligence ending ... darn ! It was 1pm ! I pulled my robe about me and jumped up and ran, I mean RAN, to the donjon ! I 'd ready it just in time and the pain ceased the second I crossed the room access of the room. I laughed at the view of 'checking my messages'as I looked at the show on the wall :

'' Please disrobe and mount Invader promptly. ``

well, it was learning manners. How quaint. The gown fell at my feet and I climbed onto Invader and allowed the restraints to guarantee themselves. I have to accommodate that I was a little wet thinking about what pleasance might be in store for me.

The cap opened up and the display swung down in figurehead of my face. My right hired hand was freed and then I had a dubiousness to answer :

'' Your Master asks you to suck his cock until he comes in your sassing. Then he instructs you to get down it. Do you comply ? ``

Something about sucking putz just grates on me and I touched NO.

Big mistake.

The botheration was of the 100 % maximum knock-me-out form and I 'd really wished I had n't said NO. My belly cramped up, my branch and arms cramped, I could n't breathe, an jiffy migraine set in ... all campaign I do n't like the idea of sucking cock.

Relief finally arrived and I had a few minutes to recover before the same motion came up again. Defiant, I chose NO again.

Really big mistake.

I blacked out from the infliction this clip and when I woke up another head was waiting :

'' Your professional wants anal retentive sex with you. Do you comply ? ``

tinker's dam it to hell !

I chose NO.

The panel retreated to the cap and then another robot arm swung down and pointed a hypo needle at my thigh. There was n't one fucking thing I could do to end it as it plunged into my flesh and delivered a VD of burning infliction into my leg. Just as quickly as it had arrived the arm went back into the ceiling, leaving me alone.

A few instant went by and I was just stuck there, trussed up and waiting for what was next. It had to be some nasty agony in reward for my defiance ... right ?

My leg stopped burning pretty quickly and then I noticed I was feeling pretty skillful ... just like the other good morning ... which was when, exactly ? The lights in the room shut off and blackness ruled my world ... except for some pretty color ... in my mind ? I felt my slight ball rich inside me start to vibrate and the gleam of arousal quickly rose up in me. I went to refer myself and a nubbin of pain made me point my rightfulness arm back in the simplicity. It was somehow comforting when the restraint gently closed on it.


I knew I 'd been drugged and I fought against the darkness that came over me, a duskiness that was egged on by the warm up touch in my belly. I was just on the verge of limbo when I heard the voices whispering in the air ...

'' ... .obey .... ''

'' ... .choose joy .... ''

'' ... .obedience is delight .... ''

'' ... .inside is pleasure .... ''

'' ... .outside is pain, nuisance, and only bother .... ''

And then I was gone.

Day Seven

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I awoke to warmth.

The lights were on, although they were pleasantly dim, and as my logy eyes took in the room I could see I was still on Invader and the door was closed. I moved a footling and sensed a sealed fullness. Looking down I saw that the robotic cock was snuggled into me. I bucked my pelvic arch a little and it answered with a gentle thrust and then rested again. I bucked at it again, a little more vigorously, and it humped at me a few times and then stopped again. This future time I bucked at it I kept on, thrusting my hips at the cock to celebrate it going. It was n't long before we had ourselves a prissy rhythm going and I was getting myself juiced up with excitement and anticipation. The cock slipped in and out of me with so a lot comfort ... I 'd never been this relaxed during sex ! There was so much freedom as I abandoned myself to fucking. No shame, no concerns, no jobs, just my kitty-cat being decently fucked.

The fucking went on and a distant retention of making lovemaking with my ex-boyfriend one early dawning came along and suddenly became real to me. I looked and saw him standing between my legs, lost in his warmth, fucking himself into me with gruntle passion. The sun looked terrific in his hair's-breadth as he threw back his head and began to ram me, deep into me. I did n't intend his prick was so long as it felt right now, butting into my stamp cervix. I thrust my articulatio coxae at him, encouraging his lecherousness ...

'' Oh, yeah, baby ... .yeah ... that 's right ... .ummmm ... .unnnghhh ... ''

He drove into me and held himself there, his wonderful cock spewing into me ... filling me ...

The sunlight in his hair became a technicolour rainbow as joy washed over me from inside, outside, and all over the universe. The quick liquidity gushed into me and pleased me with its fulfilling hope. My body wanted more ... wanted so much Thomas More ... whatever I had to do I 'd do ... it was so clear now.

The light grew brighter and I swear I saw the haze over sweep away from the sun.

The dungeon returned to me. The wondrous intuitive feeling ... wanting ... stayed with me as the dream faded.

My mind told me that it had all been a dreaming ... or a hallucination. Somehow, it did n't matter.

The vocalism were in the way again as the fog of eternal sleep took me over and led me into wonderful obliviousness again.

Day Eight

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Hungry. That was my first thought process. I slipped from invader and went right to the kitchen to get something to eat. I pulled a thick steak from the freezer and popped it in the microwave to defrost as I peeled a twain of potatoes and sliced them into a frying pan. I ate a piece of the murphy raw. The moisture in my oral cavity told me how dry I was. A quart of orchard apple tree juice disappeared in one, long hooking, the nerveless refreshment in my stomach just feeling wonderful !

The sun was out and it was clearly morning. Of what day ? Who cares ! It was beautiful out there ! I took my breakfast to the window and touched the door to give it and then went out into the tonic air. Setting my plate on the terrace table I gave a practiced look at the horizon and then launched right into my New House of York steak. It was the Best steak I 'd ever had ! And the murphy were awesome !

A match of the surfers out on the break of serve waved at me and I paused from eating to undulate back. What nice male child they were !

My breakfast was gone all too soon and it was fourth dimension to go in. I collected my plate and the utensils and virtually floated into the kitchen. Is n't it great to experience such a decent kitchen ? And it 's so rewarding to induce such pretty dishes and shiny Pan to clean !

The pan and the plate had to go back where they belonged after I got done and then I remembered my dress ! I fetched my clothes from where I 'd left them in the workout room ... dungeon is such a bad figure ! ... and took them to the laundry. It was a terrific two hours I spent cleaning the cute apparel and my towels and my thick, comfy robe ! The White were separated from the colours and I waited while they dried and then ironed my denim and my top. The robe was even Sir Thomas More comfy with the warm, freshly cleaned odor on it !

Everything was put in its position.

What the fuck was I doing ?

It was like I 'd been dreaming and arouse at the Lapp time. The sensation was like waking up and it was damn weird.

Oh, shit ! I realized I 'd been outside !

I ran to the window display to see if it would still work and let me out.

No dice.

The message was simple and my heart sunk as I knew I had to comply.

'' Disrobe and mount up Invader in 38 irregular. ``

I took off my robe, folded it, and hung it over the back of the lounge. Naked, I walked into the dungeon and did as I had been told to.

What else could I do ?

The restraints closed in situation and then the ceiling opened up. I was hoping for the display to get down and act as twenty questions, but it was no surprisal when the arm with the needle came down. An injection in my second joint was immediately followed by one of the dreadful shot into my belly. At the like time I was lubed up and then quickly, deeply, and rudely penetrated. I felt the hot liquid state spurting into my pussy without any intimate bodily process or, well, foreplay and then I was evacuate. Briefly. My ass was penetrated and filled with lubricating substance. Another quick, thick, and rude pentration later and I was being filled with warm water. My belly rapidly swelled up and then my ass was free to evacuate itself. A second insight, a back filling, and a second base spate of pee followed. My ass was just recovering from the speedy activity when a one-third incursion was followed with an shot of something warm and viscous into me. It was the same stuff that I 'd received when I was in the president, I somehow just bed this fact.

Another injection followed in my second joint, then another into my arm, and then another, straight into my neck opening. The blur of motion and activity had made me experience beaten, even senseless, and not even the final shot into my neck was going to get a reaction from me. I was n't even surprised when I heard the whisperings beginning again right as my existence changed colouration and then faded.

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I needed a shower. And some food.

I was exhausted and wiped out as I lifted myself off of Invader. Slipping over the edge of the reclining workstation I tried to support and my invertebrate foot failed me. I caught myself before hitting the roofing tile and struggled back to sit on the boundary of the workstation. It was a good while before the strength to sway me out of the elbow room was summoned.

My robe was where I 'd left it and I took it upstairs with me, hanging it up in the bathroom as I started the shower. The steam from the hot water shortly fogged up the mirror and I felt a obsession to houseclean the mirror, even though I knew it would be finely after the bathroom aired out. Right, that 's properly. I turned on the volcano for the cascade and relaxed when I saw the abridgment on the mirror outset to clear itself.

I stepped into the warm up stream and immediately soaked my tomentum, rinsing the sweat and grunge out of it. There was beauty liquid ecstasy and a deodorant soap in the soap holder and I reached for the deodourant bar. I ran it under my arms and was met with straw, looking down, I saw my pegleg looking sort of shrubby, too. I washed all over and then shampooed my hair's-breadth, rinsed, and set in a generous amount of conditioner before reaching for my razor. It felt good to shave the stubble from my arm pits, leg, and bikini, and I remarked to myself that I was feeling feminine again. I shaved the live on stubble from my ankle joint and then rinsed the conditioner from my hair.

Not long after that I made my way to the kitchen and put together a expert breakfast and flicked on the news to see what was going on. Something had happened in North Han-Gook a couple of Clarence Day ago and they were making a big deal about it. Why had n't they mentioned it when I 'd last seen the news ? Setting down my umber I had a feeling and went to the showing by the window and found that three days had elapsed since the last fourth dimension I could remember anything. For some cause I accepted this fact without any literary argument and went back to cease my coffee.

'' Beautiful. You are a work of art, Agatha Christie ! ``

I heard a familiar vocalisation ... a real spokesperson !

'' Waldo ! ``

I got up and ran to him, and I probably bruised his costa I hugged him so hard !

'' It 's so overnice to see you, Waldo ! I have some umber set, would you care some coffee ? ``

He paused a moment.

'' Christie, let 's you put on your robe and then get it for me, okay ? ``

I forgot that I had n't dressed. I nodded my understanding, got on the robe and then went to the kitchen.

Waldo followed me and accpeted the umber when it was ready.

'' Agatha Christie, I have a friend outside and he 'll be coming in here in a few second. But before he does we need to have a talk, okay ? ``

'' Of row ! '' I stared at him like a puppy waiting for a ball.

'' This is n't my house, really. I did build it at very great expense, that is reliable, but it is n't mine. ``

He swallowed, bracing himself for something big.

'' It belongs to your passe-partout. ``

He stared at me, waiting for a response.

'' Uh-huh, that 's okay Waldo. Is there something else ? ``

He looked rather pleased at me right then and I felt pleased that he was smiling at me.

'' Christie, favourite, you belong to him too, now. He paid me for you. ``

I felt a small falter in my intellect and then I smiled at Waldo again.

'' I hope you got paid well for me ! ``

Waldo chuckled and then went on.

'' All ripe, we need to go over a few things to make sure this is all OK with you. '' He reached over and pulled my robe away from my thigh and touched the symbol tattooed there. `` Christie, this is the Sanskrit character for 'slave', do you understand ? '' I nodded yes. `` It 's there becuase you are now, and forever, the slave of the man you 'll meet very soon. He paid me very well to find a girl to be his slave and he was in the restaurant the day you came in, he told me that he wanted you. He paid me ten million dollar sign for you, Christie. ``

Wow. Ten million dollars, I thought. That was flattering ! Ten million for me to be his striver. I was a slave now. I 'd been abducted, tortured, abused, and now enslaved. I was a fucking slave. I was a screw striver. Yeah, that 's what I was. It pissed me off.

It was that moment when I `` split ''. I 'd later find out that this was a common effect of Waldo 's enslavement proficiency. The conscious judgment of the striver was intact, rational number and cerebration, yet the slave was incapable of free will. I was free to recall and that was all I was free to do anymore. Forevermore.

I smiled brainlessly at Waldo.

'' That 's really great, Waldo. '' ( Fuckyouyoufuckingbastard ! ! ! ! )

'' You need to make out that I drugged you to induct a hypnotic sleep, you 've been implanted with a device that controls your delight and pain, you 've been brainwashed, and you 're probably right now cursing my name in your mind while completely unable to result any alteration on your behaviour. You 've also received nutrient supplement injected into your modest bowel to fortify you during yourprogramming. You may comment freely if you wish. ``

It was like a door was opened and I was able to be me again.

'' You 'll never get away with this, you faggot bastard ! I 'm nobody 's screwing whore and I 'll never be ! What the underworld did you think ... ''

His eye rolled while I unleashed my diatribe and he quietly said, `` Shut up, Christie. ``

I did shut up. I could n't do otherwise. The door of my detached will slammed closed.

'' It 's a nice day, is n't it Christie ? ``

It was more than just one question and I knew it.

'' Yes, why yes, it is, Waldo. '' ( bastard ! )

He stood there a moment and then turned to present me.

'' Agatha Christie, go to the kitchen and get out the meat cleaver. Then chop off the little finger on your result deal, okay ? ``

I smiled at him, `` sure enough thing, can I get you a warm-up on the chocolate while I 'm out there ? '' ( Whatthefuck ? ? ? ? ? )

'' No, thanks, that 'll be enough. ``

I walked to the kitchen and noticed Waldo was compensate behind me the whole way. I had to poke around in the drawer to feel the core chopper and then I got out some newspaper publisher towels for the inevitable mess and I also got the cutting board out. I did n't want to damage the granite countertop, after all.

( OhmyGodwhatamIgoingtodo ? Jesuspleasemakethisstoprightthefucknow ! )

With everything set to go I took the cleaver, put my hand in place, and began to lower the leaf blade into the knuckle.

'' plosive speech sound ! ``

( Thank youJesus ! )

'' Christie, put the cleaver away and go scout TV, anything you want, until your Master arrives. You 're ready to do anything he wants now, are n't you ? ``

I wanted to kick the bucket on the words as I said them with a pleasing, little-girl spirit in my vocalization, `` Yes, Waldo, anything he wants. ``

Waldo pulled out his cellphone phone and dialed while I went out to find a moving-picture show on cable. I 've seen `` terminator '' before, but decided to see it again.

Waldo 's phone telephone call ended and he came out and sat on the sofa with me to watch the movie. I was surprised when ( thefucker ! ) took my hand and gently caressed it as we sat there. During the whole motion picture he never let go of my hand, as if he really cared or regretted what he 'd done to me.

The interior tidings had ended and then the LA six o'clock team was coming on as the buzzer rang. I did n't even jazz the place had a doorbell. Waldo excused himself and went to the door, leaving me alone for the minute. The anticipation of just who I was going to fill was kind of overwhelming. In my mind I still struggled to get detached of the impalpable affair that had wrapped around my consciousness, locking me prisoner in my own body.

Waldo escorted his client into the room and into my sight.

Tall, thin except for a paunchy gut, graying black hair that was slick with what had to be old-school Brylcreem, a buttoned-up plaid shirt on khakis, Doc marten cat', and wire-rimmed glasses. thick glasses. I figured him for maybe late 40, about my Dad 's age. He was a eccentric person in the extreme. No wonder he had to go to such distance to get a charwoman !

Waldo looked at me as if waiting for me to respond with something early than my Stepford-wife look.

'' Christie, this is your skipper. You will address him as lord until and unless he gives you permission to call him by name. From here on out you are to watch over hs each and every teaching and you are to run into his every motivation. Pleasing him is why you are alive. You will never say 'no'to his petition unless he first gives you license to make a free alternative. Do you understand me, Christie ? ``

I wanted to cry. I wanted to SCREAM !

'' Yes, Waldo, I do. ``

Waldo turned to my new Master and swallowed, then he spoke,

'' My workplace here is done. You will transfer the residual of the money now, yes ? ``

My Master pulled out a cellphone phone and turned it on. He drew a tiny keyboard from another pocket and tapped on it for a while before looking up at Waldo.

'' Waldo, why do n't you foretell your bank and affirm my office of the deal ? ``

Waldo called his bank and smiled when they confirmed his new write up balance, he turned to me.

'' adept luck to you, Christie. '' Then he turned to my Master, `` And my best wished for you, too, sir. I hope you like her. ``

That was the last I saw of Waldo.

Without any instructions from my Master, I stood there at the submission to the theatre as he went back to the garage and brought in his bags. Looking out the door I had a glimpse of the cable car whizzing by on the PCH and was helpless to run to the exemption that was so teasingly close.

'' Can I see you, um, like, without the robe if that 's okay ? ``

'' Yes, Master, of course. '' I dropped my robe.

He walked around me and was clearly admiring what he saw. He was a flake, but I had to admit I was flattered in some small way. He reached to me and caressed my breasts, then ran his hands over my pelt with the easy, feathery tinge. It tickled and I trembled from it. His hands went to my ass and squeezed me, not too tight, not too voiced. There was longing in his tactual sensation and I knew it.

'' Christie, have you ever been fucked before ? ``

bold face for a eccentric, was n't he ?

'' Yes, Master. ``

'' How many times ? ``

'' fourteen times by my ex-boyfriend and I 'm unsure of how many prison term by the workout station. ``

He reached down to my twat and worked a finger into me. I was kind of dry and unprepared for this so I winced from the sudden intrusion.

'' Yeah. Now I get to fuck you. ``

He pulled his finger out and sniffed it before taking me by the hand and leading me to the kitchen where he washed his hands. Then he led me upstairs and it was obvious to me what he had in psyche. He led me into the sleeping room that was so recently mine and tapped a password into the display, enabling his access code. Then he tapped it again and the ventilating system switched on to deliver a cooling breeze into the room.

He stood me by the bed and then went to the bathroom. I heard him piss and brush his dentition and then he came back out. He undid his shirt, neatly, clitoris by button, and then folded it and placed it on the dressing death chair by the bedside. His undershirt joined it only to be followed by the relaxation of his wearable. Turning to me he presented a peck that would stimulate made me laugh in a different circumstance but howler in this one. He 'd never worked out a day in his life and that was clear. His belly was slapdash fat and his arms were flaccid. His thorax hairsbreadth was sparse and what there was of it was mostly gray.

I let my center travel to his fork and saw a shock of unruly pubic pilus surrounding a ... familiar ? ... sight. I knew it ! His peter was the spitting image of the rooster on invader !

With the hard-on making him see even more ridiculous he came close to me and sop up me to him by my articulatio humeri. Nervously, he kissed me. He was tentative at first and then he tried to get into it. Something kicked on in me and I felt an unwanted arousal start up inside me. I gently placed my arms around him and kissed him back. He kissed me like this for a few min and then stood back, panting a niggling, to look at me.

'' Christie, lay back on the edge of the bed for me, okay ? ``

'' Yes, Master. '' And I complied. ( Hesgonnafuckme ! )

He walked up and fan out my legs. He ran his hands admiringly over my knee joint and up to my belly, letting his hand linger there ... holding me there. He scooted close to me and let his throbbing cock bounciness on my belly. His full, hanging balls were cool against the warmheartedness of my pussy.

'' Christie, do you want me to fuck you now ? '' He looked at me through the thick glasses.

'' Yes, headmaster, I do. Please fuck me if you want to. '' ( Fuckme ? NOOOOO ! ! ! ! Getthefuckawayfrommeyoufuckingcreep ! )

He pulled back and took his dick in his script. He stroked it a little and it got firmer in reception. Then he placed it against my wet snatch and the glow rose up in me. I did n't want this ! I did n't require this horrific man !

My professional started humping at me and with each drive he penetrated deeper into my pussy. I saw a effort break out on his brow as he took my knees into his hand and held them up to his paunchy side. His dick drove mysterious and cryptical into me until I felt it bottom out in me. My consistency responded to him the same way I would 've with invader, I met his driving force and scooted down the bed sufficiency to get him into me Nice and inscrutable.

'' You like my shaft in you, little girl ? ``

It just sounded damage coming out of a geek, you know ?

'' Yes, Master, I do. ``

Which sounded even worse.

He started humping me libertine and he took me by the shank while his horrid dick fucked into me. I felt his globe slapping on my ass and was suddenly and acutely aware of the sperm inside them. I momentarily felt my eyes widen with fear as the real me slipped out for a split s. He took it the wrong way and fucked me surd and fast.

I wanted to get away.

My hands went up to his bridge player that held my knees. I caressed them and was rewarded with my skipper slowing down our first fucking into a series of cryptical, uncomfortable thrusts. My radiance rose up and became a crescendo of crazy, incredible pleasance. I felt my pussy catching in waves around his thrusting cockmeat.

His turncock swelled up and his mind lolled about with the attack of his outlet. I spread my legs as wide as they would go and let him impale me with his pauperism. It was too a great deal for him and he gasped as I felt the entire length of his turncock rush. He filled my unprotected pussy with his fertile, life-sustaining spermatozoon. I felt the first pulse and reacted with a wild series of orgasmic muscle contraction which triggered his succeeding beat into me.

I was absolutely, totally, and completely horrified as the persuasion of my beautiful dead body swelling with this son of a bitch crawling 's baby was perfectly pictured in my mind.

The condensation in my kitty-cat became insane as his dick throbbed and pumped and fucked. I was milking him dry.

The one saving grace of his being so old was that he was a one-shot man. When he finished with me he went completely limp and collapsed on top of me, crushing me into the mattress. He was n't rude about it and soon excused himself politely, inviting me to join him for a soda downstairs.

I stood up and followed him down the stairs and felt his come running out of my pussycat and down my second joint, making me embarrassing and so ... grossed out ! I prayed that every in conclusion drop-off would run out and leave me alone.

He popped the top off a soda ash for me and handed it to me, it was skim tonic, which I detest, but I politely thanked him and sipped it.

He took a gulp and then belched.

'' That was great, Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie. The Charles Herbert Best. ``

'' Thank you. '' ( Fuckyou )

He took another draft, belched again, and then met my eye and spoke.

'' When I was a young man I could jerk off six times, seven times a day thinking about fille like you. ``

( Thatsallyoucouldgetasshole )

'' Now I 'm lucky if I can get it up six times a calendar month. ``

Six times a month ! I 'd bear to fuck him SIX fourth dimension a calendar month ? ? ?

He reached for a parcel of pills and squeezed one through the foil. Then he popped the little blue air pill into his mouth and chased it down with another draft of the washing soda. He thought it was cute when he belched so I giggled in favourable reception. The giggling pushed some more of his sperm cell out of my pussycat and I felt a little backup man thinking that it was lupus erythematosus of his seed in me. Only six times a month meant I was safe for maybe a day or two or three before he could get it up again.

He chatted me up about his life for a while and told me about his die attempts at human relationship, his succeeder in business, and then went on about merging Waldo. I think he felt a little guilty, maybe.

It was about a half-an-hour after we 'd come downstairs together when he came around the counter and had me guide us up to the bedroom again. I expected a shower was in order.

'' I want to see your ass, Christie. Get up on the bound of the bed like before, except on your hands and genu. ``

He wanted to see my ass. That was n't so bad. I did as I was told, of course.

'' Now lay your head down on the bed and get your ass up high in the air. Scoot back 'til your knees are on the edge. ``

I did.

'' facing pages your branch, baby. ``

I had to.

I imagined him looking at a pussy up close and personal for the very first time. He was back there checking out my every rooftree, my every secret chap. His manpower ran over my upturned ass and hips.

'' You are so beautiful ... .Mmmmm ! ``

The flake edged a thumb into me and pulled it back and forth. The familar glowing instantly lit inside me. He drew his quarter round out and stepped away from me. I heard him tap on the ascendence panel for the elbow room and then the egg inside me turned on my very exceptional vibrator frequence. This was nice.

'' Ca n't draw a blank about my best girl, can I ? ``

He stepped up close behind me and took me by the hip joint. His thumb slipped into me a piffling and then I realized both of his hands were holding my hips. He had his cock in me ! I tried to state myself that maybe he just had a little more gusto and he 'd go limp as soon as it worked out.

'' You know, Christie, I spent a lot of money on doctor over the years. ``

He poked at me kinda gently.

'' And they said there was n't much they could do for me getting it up more often. ``

It was to a greater extent of a whoosh this time than a poke.

'' I did find out that my sperm count was fantabulous. ``

Another poke.

'' But my millions would n't buy me a hard-on when I wanted one. ``

( Luckyme )

'' And then came Viagra and now I 'm back to six times a day. ``

His long, hard, sperm-shooting cock slipped all the way into me in one slow, grinding throw. We fit together perfectly. And in this position his tool seated against my cervix wonderfully. I was already in the offset throes of pleasure when his cock pressed into me to blow up the hotshot. I was in the pure placement to pick up his putz and his sperm. My upturned ass was aiming my fertile pussy right at him. We fucked like idle dogs. The orgasms were incredible from the gist of the ball and his horny, thirsty, amped-up hammer.

Even in the middle of sheer euphoria, with no mind of my own, when his tool hammered me and spurted deep into my perfectly positioned eubstance, a tear managed to get out of my eye. The testicle in my belly buzzed insanely, giving me the sexual climax of a life-time. The solitary tear hung on the side of my cheek as my contracting pussy milked and milked and milked as much spermatozoan as it could out of him. The exertion of the climax was too much and I began to blow over out.

But not before one net thought.

I was in Scheol .