11 mean solar day
by Christie052780

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

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Day One

College of the Canyons is a relatively dainty community college in Santa Clarita, just a few kilometre north of Los Angeles, where I 'd been attending grade on and off for the last few years. Between the puff of going to lick at temp jobs and keeping up with a warhead of class work I 'd never really had a chance to bask life. My occasional weekend trip to the beach at Santa Monica and Malibu did a fairly good job of ruining any complacency I 'd had about life. Seeing movie mavin drive by in partiality cars as they went to and from their great careers and fabulous homes ... well, that just about would ruin anyone, now would n't it ? My car humiliated me every fourth dimension I drove into the metropolis with it 's cattish grasp and rusty ... everything.

So I did whatever I could to gain a little duplicate money and I pursued the furnishing of The dependable Life. I figured that if I looked successful then achiever would come my way in one class or another. So forty hour week at a reception desk and then another ten to twenty hours doing whatever former body of work I could foot up yielded me a respectable 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 police officer. He was a nice enough guy and he offered to take me dwelling so I accepted. We got to the Magic Mountain exit and then he asked if I was going to require another car and he went on to tell apart me of an officer friend who was selling his old car. There was a smiling in his representative 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 word of mouth to a little town nestled in one of the mountain valleys.

The little spread was right off the freeway and was cute in the rustic way the old ranch sign of the zodiac of Southern Golden State all seem to be. His Friend came out to meet us and took us over to a barn tucked up under the most massive oak tree I think I 've ever seen. I thought for indisputable I was about to see some old Buick or an old-man Oldsmobile in the barn, but then a door opened to reveal a stale tarpaulin over something low.

I could n't believe my unspoilt luck when $ 15,000.00 later I was driving home in a beautifully restitute 1982 Ferrari GTsi. The hand-rubbed black enamel gleamed in the summer sun and the creamy leather Recaro backside caressed my consistency in an almost sleep with way. My short Robert Brown whisker 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 niggling flat was far too mundane for a woman in such a car as this. Forty min flew by with the stat mi and I was gleefully downshifting like a pro as I negotiated the turns on sunset. I made the right on onto the Pacific Ocean glide Highway and headed north to Malibu. Every stop luminousness gave me a chance to see the common people straining to see behind my hair and sunglasses wondering if I was soul famous. I was one of them yesterday.

There 's a very nice, expensive and exclusive restaurant on the highway right near Pepperdine where I finally pulled in for a open frame. I pulled up to the valet and received the kind of offset course of study treatment I did n't receive when I 'd pulled in a few month before ... looking for a job. I figured a girl in a Ferrari needed to have a $ 250 dinner party with a nice perspective of the surfers riding the evening prison-breaking.

I had no theme that a dinner could actually be worth $ 250 until the marinated and broiled New York steak met my palate. The look was something I 'd never imagined and I closed my eyes and felt myself faint from the sensation.

'' I 'm deeply flattered. ``

The mystifying voice belonged to a man whose aspect was more sculpted than real. He was beautiful.

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

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

'' My apologies. I 'm too forward. Please enjoy your meal. ``

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

'' No, I 'm bad ! Thank you for the dinner ... it 's get ! ``

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

fountainhead, after an minute 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 narcissist. He knew zero 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 perfect day, I find the everlasting car, have the sodding dinner with the most bighearted man in the world and he 's gay.

My destiny turned to the better once again when he asked me if I was interested in taking care of his beach mansion while he spent the following month in Vienna perfecting his sauce proficiency. He 'd pay me twice my monthly pay at the temp job ! I said 'yes', of course. He 'd only just met me and he was giving me a menage in Heaven. Oh, if only he had n't been gay !

I had to be destitute for tomorrow and the rest of the calendar 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 roommate, was n't too happy to determine out that I 'd be skipping on my end of the job and the utilities the next month ( she knew she used most of the electrical energy ) but she was n't able to argue my getting the use of a twelve-million dollar mark Malibu beach business firm for the month of August. She just wanted to come visit was her solitary caveat. The thought of her lazy ass enjoying my good fortune pissed me off. I told her that I was n't allowed to have invitee, that the housesitting was a job and that I 'd been entrusted with a great responsibility, not to mention a trust that I would n't violate.

Sure, it was all pure bull, 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 tamp up my material 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 slide in an betimes break of day mist. I found the house quite easily as it was the only post-modern Bauhaus/Tudor fusion on the unscathed PCH. As bizarre as it sounds, the combination of Antony Tudor clipping and gables with the contrast of a severe set of Angle, brand, and glass was done in such a way as to be appealing. This was the household Frank Lloyd 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 earmark as I pulled it into the undefendable garage. I shut off the motor and listened to the satisfying gang fight end with a final note 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 metal doors that make all sorts of racket when they close and this was actually so quiet it was disturbing.

'' Yes, it is quiet. A small-scale fate was spent having that doorway installed. It is firm brand, quite chummy actually, and it rises and lower berth on a magnetic runway, thus the silence. Living next to the ocean at my back door and the PCH at my front doorway has made me appreciate quiet. ``

Waldo 's soliloquy was timed well enough for me to recoup from his scaring the shit out of me. I opened the cargo compartment on the front line of the car and retrieved my bag before I followed him in. The atrium off of the service department 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 theater just seemed unsubstantial. Malibu is artificial, I thought. We entered through a pair of old brass doors like you 'd find out in an old cant and then on into the main elbow room with a to-die-for aspect of the Pacific.

'' My passion for quiet flows into the theatre. You 'll find the windows are quite loggerheaded to resist the storms and they also feature a layer of liquid quartz glass. You flick the switch here, '' he demonstrated, `` and voila ! ``

The room was plunged into utter darkness. Where had been the Pacific Ocean ocean was now a wall of purest ebony Black. Instantly, the room was ablaze wth sunlight again.

'' You could spud someone to destruction in this house and no one would ever discover a thing exterior. '' He turned to me with that mephistophelian grin again. `` Not that you would, just that you could. ``

The tour of the household was like getting the E-ticket at Disneyland. Every elbow room featured affair you 'd never imagined in your tempestuous dreams and one of the rooms featured the things you 'd never imagined in your wildest nightmares. Waldo was into some very frizzy things and his 'playpen', as he called it, was grounds of the demons running around in his pass. Happy people just do n't have the sort of thing I saw in that room. For all intention and aim, it was a keep. Waldo made a few lewd comments as he showed me the assorted items in the way and then told me he liked to think of it more as a gym than anything else. He also pointed out that there was no speech sound in the theatre as he 'd always used a cellular telephone earpiece for everything. A pay phone was down at the grocery if I needed it.

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

I was quietly relieved when he closed the door to the dungeon and we went on our way about the house. As we toured he told me about the foodstuff store nearby where he had an account and he invited me to enjoy myself as I saw fit. I would, I promised with a chortle. The kitchen was brilliant and he eventually led me upstairs to the master bedchamber with it 's modest and refined decor which he said was to avoid distracting from the eyeshot. I appreciated that thought. I laid down my bag on the bed and he handed me the key and walked out the door without even saying goodbye. The unreality of the past tense twenty minutes was adequate to construct me think about the Scotch he showed me in the liquor loo. Not a cabinet, judgment 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 second power room and now here I was driving a Ferrari and about to pass a month living the dreams of covetousness. If you 're a xxiii twelvemonth old young woman who suddenly finds herself the fancy woman of a Malibu beach house what 's the first base affair you do ? That 's rightfulness, you go sit out on the patio in your expert bikini and let the common folks stare at you from the beach with envy.

The patio was steel and glass just like about of the rest of the house and the glass afforded a vindicated purview of the beach. It also afforded the beachgoers an unobstructed panorama of me. I like to intend that I do n't have any ego problems and I think I have a levelheaded self-image. That 's my polite way of saying that I know I 'm not unvoiced to look at. dissimilar masses have told me that I resemble Natalie Portman, Audrey Katharine Houghton 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 adequate to make me happy.

This exceptional day was extra and I pulled out all the stop. My very special Burberry string two-piece came out and I tied it criss-cross to take a shit the nigh of my 34C 's. Heading downstairs I found the restraint for the windows and I just had to play with it for a while. Like a minuscule kid I had the way night, then light, then dark, and so on. The sept outside must 've thought I was crazy. My curiousity served, I flicked it again to twine the grueling window out-of-doors and then I strode out to the patio like I owned the place. There were some guys on the beach playing Frisbee and I made a point of distracting their plot by leaning over the rail and hanging 'the young lady'to their utmost effect. The Frisbee hit the sand. A couplet of jaws nearly did, too.

My egotistical needs sated, I laid back on the chaise and sunned myself for a few minutes. I 'd never done this before, but after a bit of an home struggle with my modesty I unmake my top and let it devolve to the deck. I felt so naughty. Just like a Malibu starlet. I could do anything. My skin being what my mom calls 'porcelain white'I really could n't last out 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 boys 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 small boot to see their faces as they saw me in all my glory.

The hotness was a little a great deal and I touched the command to shut the monumental sliding windowpane closed. Without even the slightest detent, whirring, or squeak the laborious glass slid along the racetrack in the storey until it slipped into the physical body on the early side 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 secretiveness. A strange chill went through me as I realized that it fit into the wall frame exactly the same way a prison house room access fits into its own frame.

The house was completely wire and Waldo had shown me the straight panel exhibit set into the wall of each room that gave ascendency of temperature, sound, Windows, and light and had given me basic book of instructions on how to use them. The graphic video display clearly showed the temperature as 86F and I touched the on-screen numbers racket until they read 70F. A minute later a nerveless snap began to squander throughout the house and 'the young lady'came to attention. I hesitated about putting my top spine on and elected to let it go for a patch. I decided to go back and take in the tour again.

I walked by a mirror and saw myself topless and complimented myself on how Continental I looked just now. The light naughty bikini top with my dreary 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 measure by ten metres with shelves and racks of assorted wines, bubbly, Scotch whiskey, bourbons, specialty John Barleycorn, and even some selection beers I 'd never seen before. Getting a little exotic, I selected a bottleful of Midori and an incompatible brandy snifter ( I wanted a big glass, see ? ) and poured myself a very generous helping of the Paris green colored liquid. Smooth and sweet, the delectable inebriant tasted especially wonderful before lunch.

Properly braced, I continued my tour of the family, stopping back by the kitchen for a little crustal plate of cracker and caviar to play along my drink. Most civilised, I thought. I worked my way through the invitee room and was heading to the dungeon when I felt a little cold. I 'd forget my top back in the kitchen and I was missing it right about now with a iciness on in the sign of the zodiac. I pondered going back to get it, but then decided to last to excess. The doorway to the dungeon was quite heavy and there was an odd resistance as I swung it open. Just another bizarre lineament of the house, I figured. Stepping inside I touched the wall venire and the lights came on, illuminating the foreign way. I touched it again and set the house temperature up to a more well-to-do 74F before I gave into my curiousity and explored the room.

I need to check here and let you have a go at it what my first effect of the elbow room was when Waldo revealed it to me earlier : black leather, chrome, and chains. My bare metrical foot told me of the ceramic tile floor and I deduced there was, and found, a series of low fret drains set into the story. I did n't require to know why there were waste pipe in the room, but from the looking at of things I could see that it had been washed spotless. A stainless brand door set into the tiled wall opened and revealed a coiled hose with both hot and frigid handles on the spigot.

As it turned out, there were a few of the stainless steel doors set into the rampart, some in the floor, and some in the ceiling and the ones I could open up all held something unlike. One had a wide ( and I do mean wide ! ) selection of 'toys', another held a insipid gore display for respective 'workstations'about the way, and yet another held a collection of handcuff, collars, cuff, shackles, and things that were hybrid combinations of all of that. I was n't exactly sure just what some of those affair were they were so strange. I shuddered to imagine what goings on these items had been political party to in the past and I imagined them possessing an air of the effect they 'd been involved in.

Now I turned to the workstations and gave myself to trying to decipher how a body fit into them and what, exactly, was meant to be accomplished once a physical structure was fitted into them. One of them was sort of a complex thing with a suspended chair and stirrup iron and exercising weight and pulley and boxwood. I looked it over for a while to see if I could fathom its design and I finally gave up and moved on. The adjacent workstation was a tramp chair like a dentist would have except with hinged metal smash for securing unity'neck, mitt, waist, and ankles. The alloy belts appeared to be mechanically maneuver but I was ineffective to find any swtich for it. It was also the only workstation with a tumid drain right underneath it and, in comparing to the rest of the room, it really was n't remarkable at all. Then there was a sort of vaulting horse all over with a saddleback and the exclusively odd thing about it was a funny story stainless steel plate set into the saddleback. The vaulting cavalry also had stirrup of a sort, but they were odd looking things, each of them a sort of skidder lined with flaccid fleece. Another had a more manifest purpose, resembling the exam table at my gyno doctor 's. Except my gyno medico did n't bear self-locking restraints on her exam tabular array. Interesting.

There were a few station along the bulwark that were equipped with odd devices that were clearly meant to stop up a person in a most uncomfortable posture and, again, I shuddered with the thinking of what uses they 'd been put to in the past tense.

My modesty welled up on me in this disturbing way and I found myself tying my top back on as I walked out and went to close the door. For some cause, the room access was n't going to strike. It was as if it suddenly just froze in situation. I tried it a couple more times and finally said, `` What-ever ! '' and headed back out to the patio. This clip I left the boys alone and just enjoyed another 20 hour in the sun before I went in for the day.

There was a midst, plush gown in the lav and I helped myself to it, cinching it around my waist. A study glance out the windowpane at the breathtaking view, and then I made my way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I soon had the comforting phone of perking umber to keep 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 depository library. There was a wickedness, difficult wood desk, two red leather chair, and a assembling of big Good Book. I drew one of the Holy Writ from the bookshelf and opened it to feel some very intense 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 Saami. Except for the one ledge that had various Word of God about behavior modification, psychology, and then a medico'Desk Reference on pharmacopaeia. I wondered what was up with all the books about adult female when Waldo was gay ? What was his deal anyway ? Was he a flunked out Doctor of the Church or wither ? I guessed it really did n't weigh 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 drawer to reveal a keyboard and a trackball computer mouse. I merely tapped the shiner wondering where the computer was when the desktop slowly flipped back and a companion savorless jury display came up and lit as the hidden PC booted up. The figurer must 've been a good one as it was up and ready in LE than a mo. The common screen background icons were displayed and then there were a few others that bore some exploring.

'' Workout subroutine '' rated an review and it seemed to be a program for some form of practice regime. I found different routines with names like 'Pony', 'Chair', 'Prisoner', and 'Invader'and the display also had a 'Perimeter Guardian', whatever that was. I clicked on each program, found the settings and turned them on and then waited as nothing happened. Finally I clicked out of 'Workout bit'and settled for playing 'Medal of Honor'. I got the game ready to go and then popped out to the kitchen to fetch my coffee and then I spent a nice, lazy day killing Nazis.

I played the biz from beginning to end and was terribly surprised to see the clock on the filmdom show 10:13pm. I 'd blown a whole day in this house playing a stupid game ! It was n't my common thing, but I went to the kitchen and got a yoghourt out of the fridge and went out to the patio for dinner before I gave it up and went to bed.

My last subject of the day was whether I really needed to slumber in my sweatsuit tonight or just go raw ? When I pulled back the sheets and felt the softest cotton wool you 'd ever feel it was decided I 'd go raw. I do n't even remember falling asleep.

Day three

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The daybreak came as if orchestrated. The sunrise gently illuminated my bed and the blue sky greeted my eyes as I woke up and looked out the window. It was a moderately day and I decided to get up and enjoy it. I grabbed a thick, terry gown from the bathroom and went downstairs for my required morning coffee. I took a look at a panel and found the TV control condition and turned it on. In the living room I heard vocalisation and walked out there with my coffee and lazed about watching the Today display. There was news about the late something or other going in Crapistan or some former pisspot area and I guess I sort of just zoned out and found my sentiment returning to the dungeon.

The conditions came on and I fininshed my mug of chocolate and just got up and went to the dungeon as if drawn there. My curiousity was on attack and I have to admit that I had an almost voyeuristic urge to determine out what went on in there. I touched the panel in the room and the illumination came on and then I also heard a few whirrings and buzzings as some of the workstations came to life story. I recalled turning them on the nighttime before and I supposed that they must 've been on standby waiting for someone to derive into the room.

I walked around the room a bit and then found myself at the vaulting horse. I touched it and felt a mechanically skillful bombination to it but, frustratingly, I still could n't fathom its aim. For reason that still elude me, I dropped my robe and got on the horse and expected it to be some sort of horsey ride, like what used to be outdoor food market stores when I was a kid. I felt like noblewoman Godiva, naked astride her horse ! fountainhead, except that null happened. I grabbed the pommel and tried to make it do whatever it was supposed to do and still nothing. Placing my human foot into the fleece-lined stirrups I still expected zero to befall.

Was I ever wrong.

The first thing that happened was the heavy door to the room suddenly swinging shut and audibly locking. I tried to pull my pes out of the stirrups and felt them tighten around my feet, locking me naked astride the Equus caballus. I was about to stand up up in the saddleback when my human foot were steadily pulled downward until my crotch was aching with the pressure of being clamped to the saddle. Then I discovered the purpose of the horse.

The stainless steel home base set into the saddle was directly under my slit at this decimal point and the ridgepole down the center of it was pressed between my pussy lips. And it gave me the vibro-massage of my life story ! I was so infernal embarrassed to be caught by this sex automobile and I tried to get off the damn matter with every ounce of strength in me ! I strained to lift my animal foot or pull at the pommel and I got nowhere. And then the oscillation began to vary frequency, going up and down for respective proceedings until one frequency sent a quiver through my body. Amazingly, the machine stayed on that frequence and I broke out in a perspiration as I prayed it would change ... soon. The loudness of the trembling increased and decreased with what was a seriously unwanted arousal growing in my body.

For ten, maybe fifteen proceedings it went on and on until I finally surrendered myself to the long and most acute orgasm of my life to that decimal point. It was all I could do to just hang onto the saddlebow as wave after Wave of the virtuous pleasure swept over me. clip seemed to just end as the political machine knowingly pleased me.

As I came to my pot I found myself soaked with effort and my sealed other wetness soaked the now inactive knight. The stirrups slowly loosened and I pulled myself free. Swinging off the horse I had a hard clock time standing up. I was still swooning from the drawn-out intensity of the sexual release I 'd just endured. I gathered the terrycloth robe and staggered to the door and tried to give it. It was clearly locked and I remembered it being far too robust for me to break it down.

The figurer ascendancy came to mind and I turned to calculate at it and maybe use it to unlock the door. All of the familiar spirit displays were gone and four new displays were now in place. One was flashing the subject matter, `` COMPLETED ''. It was labeled 'Pony'. Chair, Prisoner, and Invader had a solidness red message displayed by each, `` PENDING ''. I looked to the rump of the screen and found another message : `` Enter parole or complete workout program to unlock threshold ''.

Dread came over me as I realized I had turned on a workout routine.

A good hour or so was wasted as I tried to reckon the password and open up the door. intellect came along and I realized the solely way I was getting out of this room in the next XXX daylight was to complete the exercising routine I 'd inadvertently programmed last Night. I had no clue which one was prisoner and I did n't really want to discover what Invader did just yet so I picked the obvious one, Chair.

I hung up my robe and sat on the side of the hot seat, wondering if I really wanted to go through with this. It was the only way out, I rationalized. I laid back and as I rested my head on the neck rest the taking into custody predictably closed around my neck and secured snuggly, but not so a good deal that it choked me. My wrists, ankle, and waist were likewise comfortably secured. I waited for a moment as I heard gurglings and whirrings and familiar buzzings going on not just in the chair, but in the wall adjacent to me.

The chair rose up and then lifted my locked form into a upright position as it simultaneously turned me to face the paries. A panel opened in the wall and I watched helplessly as a automatic arm unfolded itself and brought its gun-like hand to my thigh. It pushed into my flesh with a comfortable 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 early awful thing. The arm then folded itself back up and retreated to its locker and before it was gone my president was back to its original side. The spot on my thigh where the injection had been made quickly dulled from a burning botheration to numbness.

I was crying in fear now as I felt the seat of the electric chair come down away and then the leg sleep portion separated until my wooden leg were spread at a ninety level slant. My au naturel ass was hanging in midair and I was feeling not only violated, but disturbingly vulnerable. The chair vibrated from the mechanical natural process going on underneath me, action mechanism that began to terrorize me with their unseen program. It 's severe to identify just how lost and terrified I felt, all alone in this elbow room having to play a role in some twisted computer program just to get out of this room.

Something poked at my ass and pushed, slightly, in dissimilar places until it found my shit and then it uncomfortably pressed into me, not much, just enough to where I could n't proceed my hips away or fidget the thing out. I guess I 'd expected the Chair to be some interlingual rendition of the crib with its vibrator and I thought wrong. I felt a ardent liquid squirt into my ass and then the something withdrew from me as more whirring began. The warm liquidity was dripping from me and as I wriggled my ass around I felt the liquid to be sort of viscous and slippery, like maybe some sort of oil.

I could clearly hear gurglings as a tank or artificial lake of some variety was being filled and then once the filling process was completed I heard the mechanical sound of the chair moving some former painful thing around underneath me. The purpose 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 body. I screamed myself hoarse with brat and pain in the ass as it pushed deeper and deeper. I felt it eliminate my hips and then it stopped. Whatever it was, it had speared me like a fish and I was acutely cognisant of the force per unit area of the matter inside me. I tried to get a little more comfortable but the thing almost anticipated my move and it maintained a steady pressure and presence inside me.

Gurglings began again underneath me and I heard something showtime with a whine that indicated it was building up pressure or momentum ... like a jet winding up before burlesque. The waist dance orchestra around me loosened and I gave a furtive effort at getting innocent before I realized the probe in my ass was now holding me in place. I was n't going anywhere, but I wondered why the waistband was suddenly, teasingly, loose. My question was answered when a passion began to spread deep in my bowels. The machinery underneath me was humming along and the probe began to thrill inside me with the onset of the ardent sensation. It was actually pleasant for a brief clip and then I felt a slight twinge of pressure with the warmness now spreading further into me.

I looked down at my belly and noticed that my prune figure was pushing up a bit. I thought that maybe my binding was arched and I tried to relax it. No, it was relaxed. I looked again and could swear my abdomen was getting bigger. unbelief was swept away as I realized the chairperson was filling me up with some sort of affectionate liquidness, but for what aim ? This sure as hellhole was n't as much fun as the Pony and I had no damned musical theme what joy was supposed to come from this horrible trespass. There was nothing I could do but sit there while the despicable machine mindlessly carried out its program on me. The uncomfortableness of the liquid began to build and it felt like I had the worst irregularity of my entrie life. I gave a button to try to eject some of the liquid and the probe answered my effort with an contiguous and painful thrust into my ass. The whimper of what I now knew was a pump increased in vividness and my belly swelled at an accelerated rate now. It was quite uncomfortable especially now as I could find the nozzle inside me furiously filling me like a piss balloon.

My skin strained and I saw myself looking almost significant from the bizarre torture. It was becoming a chore to breathe as the insistence in my belly pushed up on my contraceptive diaphragm. I was sweating profusely.

I was beginning to wonder if this thing was going to kill me when the investigation withdrew from my ass with a jolt. My modesty held for a second and so did my ass. I screamed as my hapless, ill-use ass could n't bear back the floodlight inside me anymore and the intact subject of my intestine blasted out my ass with a gush. The splashing sound on the tile level seemed to go on forever. Briefly, my nose recoiled from the odor and then the ventilation in the room kicked on. I heard a sound of urine being sprayed and felt the warmth on my discover ass cheeks and then heard the current play about on the roofing tile. Clearly, it was cleaning up my mess.

My belly was back to normal and I enjoyed a brief respite of rest. The girdle tightened up again to clew me in that this part of my trial by ordeal was n't ended just yet. amercement. The warm, fresh air relieved at to the lowest degree part of my suffering and my sweaty physical structure began to feel chilled. The warm water inside me had raised my temperature and now I was cooling off.

I tensed when the sound of gurgling and the probe moving about signalled the beginning of round two. The discomfort of the probe entering my ass was much less this clip and it was a combination of my knowing what was happening and my body still being accustomed to the thing being inside of me. The entirely process repeated itself with the girdle loosening, my belly being distended from the loudness of warm water inside of me, and then the machine-driven killing process following at the end of the treatment. Since I was n't quite so terrified this time it was n't so bad. Actually, it was sort of pleasant in a weird sort of way to sense so clean inside.

The whirring underneath me indicated that a one-third probing was going to need place and I readied myself for the inevitable trespass into my dead body. Predictably, the probe slipped up into me except that this time I heard a slightly different sound for the pump mechanics. The cincture stayed secure this time so I did n't await another enema treatment and I frankly expected something low-key this sentence. I felt the squirting star inside me as I was being filled again with another warm liquid and then it stopped. It was n't a lot of liquid state compared to the first two discussion so it was n't distressing at all. The probe did n't withdraw this time and it remained inside me, plugging the new liquid in my soundbox. Five, maybe ten proceedings went by as I wondered what this was all about and then I felt myself swept by a wave of euphoria. My body completely slow down and my sentience became highly acute. Sounds, peck, the discernment in my mouth, the feel 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 outstanding coming. The feeling intensified and I soon felt the world slipping away. I did n't care as cognizance fell from me and a nighttime, pleasant lovingness enveloped me.

Day Four

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When I awoke I felt the advantageously I 'd ever felt in eld ! I was so rested and so calm and now I was completely awake. The Chair was still and all of the restraints were undefended. My ass felt like it was back to rule and there was no front of the probe inside me. Once the chairwoman had finished its program it had closed up shop class without any far ado and let me kip off the exertions.

I almost bounced up from the hot seat and made my way to the jury on the wall. The display now showed COMPLETED for Pony and hot seat and they still displayed PENDING for prisoner and encroacher. Something was wrongfulness with the display and I just could n't grasp what it was. You know the feeling you get from a deja vu ? That 's how I felt. My disconnect from reality got spoiled when I looked at the clock time display in the rear of the display. The last-place metre I 'd looked at the display it had said `` 1:32PM THURSDAY '' and now it said `` 11:29AM Fri ''.

I could n't believe a whole day had gone by ! No wonder I 'd felt so rested ! Remarkably, I was n't the least bit hungry. I did n't even sense like I was missing my morning coffee. I did go over to a small sink and assist myself to a cup of pee, but then I felt great again. A completely day went by ? It could n't make been a 30 minutes since the euphory had conquered me. Could it ? It took me a while to reflect the lacking time and then I moved on to thinking about getting out of the room. I still had two workstations to visit to discharge the program before the solid room access would be opening for me and the Oklahoman I got it done, the substantially.

I had no hint which workstation was Prisoner and which was invader. I walked around the room to see which workstations were in understudy way and I quickly identified the two of them. prisoner was the one with all of the manacles, shackles, cables, and pulley block set on a framework by the bulwark 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 days completely nude was totally out of my fictional character. Frankly, my ex-boyfriend had never seen me au naturel. Come to opine of it, maybe that 's part of why he 's now an 'ex'. He once told me that I was `` easy on the eyes '', and maybe I am. I 'm not a big ego king, but at 173cm tall, 34C, and 80cm at the articulatio coxae I 'm not bad to take care at. But I 'd never in my life sentence allowed anyone to see me in all my aureole. Yet now here I had been nude for two days straight and was so used to it that I did n't even think about the Dame Alice Ellen Terry robe that was now hanging by the door.

As I walked over to prisoner I felt more as if I was going to crop out at a fixture gym than to present another ordeal. Maybe this was just my way of coping with what had to be done to unfold the door, maybe I was getting used to the thought that had built the keep in the first off place. I stepped up to the framework and could see that it was set up so I 'd have to secure my ankles and waist first, and then I could put the cuff on either wrist after that. I knelt down and put the start shackle on my left ankle and as I drew the affair closed it snapped keep out on its own and lock in. Like everything else in the room, there was to a greater extent than met the eye to captive. My right wing ankle met the same response from its shackle. The waist control was tied to two pulleys on either slope of the framework by brand cables, the same sword line that attached to my ankles and wrists. This was n't self lockup, but there was a red lightness that switched to green once I 'd put the restraint on and pulled it secure. The overseas telegram on either side of the waist restraint then pulled taut and held me in topographic point. The articulatio radiocarpea handlock were go and they snapped on the Lapplander as the ankle shackles, 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 give machine and I 'd be stuck here even if the damned threshold opened. I tried to pull unfold one of my wrist handlock when the cable's length attached to my wrists suddenly snapped slopped. My arms were damn near yanked out of my shoulders the affair pulled so surd ! Then my ankle joint were pulled apart and out until I was doing a very dreadful version of the stock split. I grunted with the botheration, but managed not to cry somehow. My body was now splayed into an `` X '' and I will say that this was n't really any fun.

The stainless steel threshold on the rampart swung assailable and there were six robotic arms folded into it. The first one unfolded itself and without any hesitation it poked its tip very painfully into my left axilla and shocked me. Now I screamed. Loud.

Two of the arms unfolded and swung down to appal my ankles while a fourth flew out and shocked my right axillary fossa. The four arms began to shock me in a random series with each shock getting more irritating than the one before. This torture went on for maybe XXX seconds, but it felt like hours. The seismic disturbance would wrack my soundbox and I felt brawniness convulse and bring out with the shocks and the nuisance was worse than any spasm I 'd ever experience in my life story.

Then it stopped.

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

The two coat of arms that had shocked my axillary cavity rapidly retracted and then unfolded again in the kind of blurry motility that only a machine could achieve. Just the sight of the arms flying around my naked flesh was adequate to shit me shrieking and then the two sleeve froze in place over my nipple. They just held there, each of them maybe a millimetre away from touching me. I screamed with the certain noesis of what was coming and then caught the riot in my pharynx as raw voltage coursed into my bodyl through two of my most sore and tender post. The electric shock came in a rapid-fire staccato of energy and zaps and I was helpless to do anything to stop it, all I could do was thigh-slapper.

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

The four weapon folded into the console and then the remaining two flew out to just in from my aspect. The effect was acute. The tip of the arm on the right was n't an electrode like the first four blazon, it was a rotary converter device with five centimetre-long hypodermic acerate leaf loaded into it. A sixth hypodermic syringe needle was just out of my view. The second arm had a device with midget needle and small-scale tubes connected to them and God only knew what the Inferno they did. Just having the two needle-encrusted arms inch from my eyes was terrifying enough without wondering what was next.

Both arms retracted and then the arm on the right field flipped about and stopped at the thigh opposite the one that had been injected the night before. I struggled with the lilliputian bit of fun that was left in the restraints and was rewarded with their pull me so tight that I felt and heard my limbs pull slightly out of their join. Excruciating is a mild Holy Scripture as I found out. With unrelenting preciseness the arm closed on my thigh and then pierced my skin and injected me with the contents of the first hypodermic. The shot burned like hell. The adjacent four injection burned like pit, too and then the sixth and last injectant was due. I was relieved to think that the worst was over and there was just one more to go.

The horror was unspeakable as I saw the arm swing up from my thigh to just in front of the depleted constituent of my belly. The phonograph needle on the lastly hypodermic was easily four multiplication as long as the needles of the for the first time five. I looked down and tried to perpetrate back, but that was pointless. The machine held me prisoner and I was going nowhere. The arm raised, lowered, and moved a couple of times as if deciding how to go about the chore it was programmed to complete. Then it locked into position and the arm slid the needle inexorably towards my skin. It poked me just enough to make me flinch and draw ancestry before it drove on into me, burying itself to the hilt in my belly. suffering became a mild Word of God as the needle pierced skin and muscle and push back on into where ever it was going inside of me.

The plunger on the hypo was pushed dwelling house by an actuator on the arm and I felt more unspeakable pain as the fluid was injected into some predetermined place that was now the dwelling of pain. The acerate leaf 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 needles aimed at my jetty, just below my Bikini line. I was exhausted from the hurting of the injection and watched without response as the arm brought the hum needle raiment to my skin. The botheration was at to the lowest degree bearable as the arm poked at my tegument and hummed along. Slowly, it moved about in a small surface area, drawing ancestry as it moved and then it retracted. The needle array portion of the arm flipped around to reveal another odd set of device. They closed on the phlebotomize country and sprayed something that numbed the relatively minor annoyance and then rinsed the blood from the expanse with a gentle antiseptic-smelling sprayer.

I so wanted this to be over. I missed my champaign apartment. I missed my job. I even missed my old car. Even my roommate seemed so far away and friendly aright now.

In my abbreviated daydream I 'd failed to note the arm retract into the cabinet as the starting time four munition flew out again to take new position around my body.

The simultaneous shocks to the dorsum of my knees and to my back made my body clutch up with terrible spasms. The staccato chatter of the electrodes unloading into me sounded like a hailstorm on a tin cap. No matter how fast the shock absorber came, I felt each and every one of them as they caused muscles I did n't know I had to usurp up and strain at their ligaments. I 'm not sure when it occured, but sometime not long after that I passed into blissful unconsciousness.

I awoke crumpled on the floor at the invertebrate foot of the Prisoner and my wonderful state I 'd felt in the first light was replaced with the very tangible sentiency of having been tortured. I was so debile from the elbow grease of my muscles that I could barely stand. I took a moment to sight my body and see how well I was doing. My nipples were inflamed and swollen from the electric shock and I had welts everywhere else the electrodes had touched me. My belly featured a tattoo of some odd-looking symbol where the one arm had drawn blood. I could n't make myself car about the tattoon at the present moment. With no small effort I drew myself to my feet and made my way to the showing panel. I looked to see with some backup that prisoner now had a rewarding COMPLETED next to it. Invader was still PENDING and I mulled over putting it off for a while, just to recuperate you see, and then decided to just get it over with.

From the feel of it, Invader was aptly named. It had a comfortable death chair with an musical arrangement of simpleness standardized to Chair except that my stage were to rest in a stirrup-type setup where each leg laid in a sort of padded manger. A natural covering was set to come down over each trough and hold my leg in piazza, spread out as if for a gynocological test. Weary from the distortion of the day I readily resigned myself to whatever was to issue forth and set back into the chairwoman. I had to make relaxed and enamor my breather for a while but then I placed my legs into the allow stirrups and was n't surprised at all when the book binding came down over my pegleg and locked in piazza. The waist restraint came next and then I set my wrist joint into the self-locking manacles. Finally, I put my read/write head back and let the choker lock about my neck.

Buzzings and birr and whines immediately began underneath me and I had a discharge view of another robotic arm as it rose from a recess in the floor beneath invader. It had a modest device on it that looked rather like a 10cm long, fatal plastic tampon applicator with a small hole in the tip of it. In my weakend DoS I 'd just assumed that Invader was going to do something with my ass just like chairwoman had done. The angle and position of the tampon matter as it closed on me told me that it was n't heading for my ass. It gently eased up to my private parts and moved out of my sight. I was exhausted and just closed my oculus instead of thrilling to another terrifying invasion of my eubstance by a machine.

I felt a atomizer of warmth and knew it had to be some sort of lubricant. The tampon thing then gently nosed around my lubed purulent back talk until it found my curtain raising. It was surprisingly gentle as it predictably began to permeate me. I could smell and feel it filling my pussy with the warm lubricant as it went deeper. After the tortures of the prisoner the invader was turning out to be an almost pleasant experience. The tampon thing kissed up to my neck and politely stopped its progress. It did n't stop pumping lubricant into me, though, and I found the sensation of the warm fluid pumping into my dead body to be a little arousing. My ex-boyfriend had come in me without a condom on a few rarified occasions and it had felt prissy, but the fluid being slowly pumped into me by the auto was a minuscule warmer than fall and it made for a much more induce experience.

The lubricating substance eventually overflowed and ran down my ass before dripping quite audibly onto the tiled floor beneath me. At that head the tampon thing pulled out of my cunt and I opened my centre just as the robotic arm descended back into the floor. I closed my centre again and wondered if that was all when I heard a whine and opened my eye to see another arm poised menacingly between my legs. It was equipped with a very pictorial penis of an detestable 20cm in distance and easily 6cm in cinch. I found myself recoiling as it approached me and its head pushed its way between my readied kitty-cat lips. The thought of that thing being plunged all the way into me was bringing up a intimate brat in my mettle and I felt a scream edifice up the pressure to head for the hills my lips. Truly, I was expecting that thing to be driven into me like a nail.

I caught myself with surprise as the head teacher of the Phallus began to vacillate with the very Saame frequency that had brought me to exquisite levels of ecstasy on the crib. I could n't avail myself as my body responded to the puzzle intuitive feeling being drummed up between my legs. An involuntary flush swept over me as the palpitation quickly built and began to change in intensity. parting of me still feared what was happening and voice of me was wanting to grab that wonderful thing and stab it into my trunk. I closed my eyes as the warm incandescence of an impending climax began to build and I scooted my hip joint down the chair as a great deal as I could to cover the reference 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 deep, enduring sexual vigour. It did n't stop, either. Wave after wave of joy built and crested only to be followed by another wave more powerful than the first. In the midst of my ongoing orgasm I opened my sexually fogged middle and saw the phallus had pushed itself into me until I was completely involved with the vibrating miracle. Three more orgasms swept over me and then I saw the phallus Begin to back away. I cried as the unbelievable length of it pulled from my consistency and my unending pleasure ended.

It held itself just a tantalizing centimetre from my straining twat. Its delectable vibrating had n't stopped and it was as if the thing was deliberately teasing me. I strained as firmly as I could to touch my cunt to the pleasing creature and screamed with frustration. As if on cue, I heard the vibration in the phallus increase in power and watched in astonishment and rilievo as it plunged its entire impossible distance back into me. It drove in and out of me with the amphetamine and speciality of a lover demanding to release himself in his woman. My ex-boyfriend could never compete with the fucking I was getting from this wonderful thing. The vibrating rooster smacked itself deep into my sopping puss and then yanked out only to soak up deep into me again and again.

My heart was beating so hard that I could get word it in my auricle, even over the speech sound of the buffeting machine fucking between my leg and the wet, smacking sounds of my pussy eagerly receiving it.

God, oh good God, it did n't stop ! I did n't want it to stop. I wanted the whole fucking golem in my pussy I was so shag 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 let down when the turncock pulled from my spasming pussy and retracted to the level. In a flash it was replaced by the tampon thingy and the tampon thing plunged into me, squirting a load of lubricant trench into my fucked out pussy. Just the opinion of why it had lubed me up made me come again.

The tampon thing pulled out and fell to the floor and I was back in heaven as the cock rose up and bang deep into me in one firm, vibrating knife thrust. This time it was fucking me so tough it was knocking the breathing spell out of me and I was beginning to feel the attack of pain in my womb and my kitty from the relentless pounding. Finally, it shove deep into me and held itself there as the vibration earthquaked me to another huge orgasm. The world went shameful as I passed out from the sheer, muscular pleasure.

When I came to I found myself still secured in the Invader but the wonderful dick that had fucked me senseless was gone. I must n't have been out for long as the smell of my rearing arousal still perfumed the air about the chairwoman. I knew that something else was coming and that the fucking I 'd received probably had an subterraneous purpose, Sir Thomas More than just one of just pleasing me sexually. It was n't long before another automatonlike arm rose up from the trading floor and presented itself between my legs. It had what looked like a short antenna whiplash on it, complete with a little 6mm stainless steel blade clod at the end of it. I was n't surprised when the feeler flipped over and aimed its niggling ball at my pussy.

'No problem', I thought, 'after the fucking I 've just had I 'm loose enough for a fire hydrant, let alone that pissy niggling thing .'

I watched as the antenna approached me and then the tip with its little globe disappeared from my mass as it closed on my twat. It easily slipped inside me and I felt it slowly travel up my twat until it poked at my cervix uteri. The robot arm moved the antenna around inside of me and I 'll admit that this was form of uncomfortable, especially with the clump on the tip of the aerial poking me at the soused slight entrance to my untried uterus. I felt and sensed the ball poke me in a certain peculiar way and then I immediately strained to get away from it as it pushed into me much harder than before. I screamed with bother as the tiny minuscule orb suddenly felt like a boulder as it was forced past my neck and cryptic into a berth in my body where no such matter should ever go. I looked at the robot arm as it fed an impossible total of the antenna horribly deep into my pussy. There must 've been 25cm of the affair inside me and the pain and atmospheric pressure I felt from its ... invasion ... was awing.

I felt a tapping virtuoso oceanic abyss in my belly and saw the golem arm jerk with each tap. That was followed by more pain as the robot pulled away from my slit and painfully drew the antenna back through my neck. I braced for the extra pain of the stainless steel ball as it opened my uterine cervix again and it never came. The automaton retreated fully from me at that point and withdrew the antenna along with it. As the robot prepared to go back to its blank beneath the floor it held the aerial up to the ceiling and I was able to view the length that had been so deeply buried into my torso.

The narrow rod of brand looked like a rapier as it pointed up at the ceiling. A little profligate marked its enactment into my cervix here and there along its length. My eyes followed the taper from the base to the blunt tip and I was dumbfounded for a split second until I realized the little orb was gone ! It was n't just gone, it was inside me !

That Goddamn Waldo ! His auto had stuck something in me and I had no idea what the hell it was. I knew I 'd have to get to a infirmary to get this affair out. Even though I was scared of what had happened, a intellectual English of my head told me that the slight stainless brand lump was practically harmless, even located where it was in my womb.

The restraint on encroacher opened up and I swung my ramification out of the leg residual and got up. I felt modest again and I went to the door and got the gown and put it on, covering myself for the first off time in two daylight. Trying the doorway I was pissed that after all I 'd been through the damn affair was still locked. I padded over to the control jury to see what the blaze it wanted now.

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

'' circumference Guardian installed. Do you want to run TEST ? Y N ''

I had a bad opinion about this.

And curiousity killed the cat.

I touched'Y'. I just had to.

I felt a buzz inside me and then my pussy went dripping wet. I grabbed on to a workstation right as I felt my special shakiness relative frequency deep inside me and swooned as a huge orgasm crashed over me. I was just getting my common sense about me when I felt a sensation of cramping infliction build into a incapacitating crescendo that knocked me to the base. It ended as fast as it had begun and then I struggled to my feet to look at the panel.

'' circumference guardian successfully installed. ``

I had an `` Oh, shit ! '' moment as I realized I 'd been a dumbass and activated the damn thing inside my womb.

The door unlocked and opened and I took another look at the donjon and the workstations before I walked out to freshen up, get dressed, get some dinner, and maybe get the hell out of here. Then I took one more morbid glimpse at the panel display and saw a new message in the downcast left window :

'' Program Pavlov32.exe installed and running ''

Whatever the fuck it was, Pavlov32 was going to have to wait for me to have dinner party and a cascade before I played around to happen out what it did.

Day Five

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dinner party and a rain shower had led to sleep and a snore. I woke up with the dawn and felt not at all bad for having been through promised land and Hell all the day before. I 'd just been too damn fag and hungry to desire to go to a hospital to get the picayune orb pulled out of my paunch. I 'd figured on getting that taken care of today and then going to the police about the dungeon. I got up and pass on the gown and searched around for a scavenge duad of panty and then got them on, too. The bra could look.

I went to the john and then brushed my dentition before heading to the kitchen to get some coffee going. The fog had come in overnight but there were still a few surfboarder out riding what short wave military action was to be found and I watched them as I waited for the burnt umber to brew up. It took forever for the pot to fill up and then I eagerly filled a mug with the coffee berry and a crack of emollient. I took my coffee with me to the library and got the desk terminal to come on for the sign computer. I went to browse through the file for the border Guardian and came up with a password prompting. I typed in `` Waldo '' and hit 'enter'. The sudden bother in my belly was awful, quick, and over as fast as it had started. If I had n't been before, I was sure now that the ball would have to go.

The password command prompt was still there and I typed in `` Ivan Pavlov '' this time to see what would happen. I hit 'enter'and then I hit the level, blinded with a gut-wrenching pain. I struggled to my foundation again to reckon at the screen. A new mesage was displayed.

'' Pavlov32 is active. Obey programmed teaching or enter valid word to approach and disable Pavlov32. veto stimulation will be applied for attack to desecrate system security department. ``

The computer was running the ball inside me ? How ? It was just a little ball. And how could the goddamned thing do all of this shit ? I browsed to the forefinger and found `` About Pavlov32 '' and entered the single file. I breathed a suspiration of relief when it was n't countersign protected. I read for at least an hr about all of the crap involved and finally figured the whole thing out.

Pavlov32 is a deportment modification protocol designed to work in conjunction with a nano-computer encased in a frequency reactive platinum ( not stainless steel like I 'd thought ) casing. The nano-computer uses the platinum casing as an electrode to meet and then transmit mild to severe annoyance whim along sensitive nerve paths. The best placement for the device is near the spine and in proximity to sexual organs. In the female it is intended to be placed in the uterine lining via the vagina and neck. From there it could offer five degrees of negative ( painful sensation ) stimulation ranging from discomfort to agony, and five grade of confirming ( sexual ) stimulation ranging from mild arousal to an uncontrolled lecherousness with sequent sexual climax of varying saturation. All of the forcible reaction information the computer needed on a case was compiled from the workstations. When a topic, me in this case, was secured the system monitored the subject area as series of bother and pleasance stimulation were made, thus the system knew precisely what buttons to push to nominate me shout or moan.

Ultrasonic audio waves are used to supply the ballock with Department of Energy and the whole household must 've been wired with the sound emitters. I say 'emitters'as I never saw any verbaliser around the house. The only way for me to lam the influence of the bollock was to simply get away from the house. I left the reckoner and headed upstairs to get dressed. It felt nice to be clothed again and I grabbed my hooey and made for the door. I reached for the door handle, touched it, and BLAM ! The darn thing felt like it was stabbing me. I tried again and the pain knocked me to the trading floor.

dolt me, I just HAD to try getting out the door one more clip and I howled in torture as my hand touched the door again. This was n't going to work, now was it ?

I left my material at the room access calculation that if I shut off the computer then I 'd be able to lead this damned piazza. I went back to the program library and found the come substance :

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

What the hell. I typed in 'PASSWORD'and hit enter. The pain in the ass was to be expected and I nearly blacked out from it. A new substance was flashing on the screen door :

'' Behavior change protocol commences in 180 s. Subject must disrobe and bestride INVADER. ``

shag this, I thought, I 'm getting out of here. I ran to the windows and hit the panel to open them and saw the show :

'' Behavior modification communications protocol commences in 162 endorsement. Subject must disrobe and mount invader. ``

I ran upstairs to see if I could escape through an noggin and found no attic access in the unit upstairs. Running back to my bedroom I saw the display :

'' demeanor modification protocol commences in 41 s. Subject 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 home ? There was no way out, either. I sat down by the bed and for the first meter in my ordeal I cried. I ca n't say if it was tears of impotency or tears of frustration, but all I could do was hug myself and cry. Sitting there lost in my grief I was n't surprised at all when the time elapsed and a slender cramping sensation began to build in my belly. A acuate pain went through me and I screamed at the walls. 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 dungeon were so painful I almost do n't think walking and holding myself up along the wall. The pain let up to a severe discomfort when I entered the dungeon, as if the course of study was cutting me a little mire for trying. I had to look at the display to see if there was any hope.

'' capable must peel and mount encroacher. ``

As if to remind me to get moving a sharp pain went through me. I kicked off my sneakers and untie my denim, pushing the jeans over my hips and then down past my human knee. As I stepped out of each leg of the dungaree I peeled off my albumen cotton wind cone with them. Then my tee shirt came off right after another sharp pain reminded me to hurry. Another pain in the neck zapped me and I unclipped my bra and let it luxate to the mess of my apparel on the tiles. I hesitated as the last thing to do off was my cotton wool scanty, minor white brief of course. My mind raced through all the possibilities and then a pneumatic hammer of pain blasted through me, crumpling me to the level unconscious mind.

I came to with the ongoing mien of bother and found that I 'd luckily collapsed onto my dress, probably saving me from some severe bruising and maybe even some lost teeth. A zap of pain encouraged me to stop taking inventory of my condition and I got to my feet. Slipping my panty off, I sat back on invader and was immediately met with the easing of the infliction completely ending. I sat there and caught my breathing place for a few transactions and then felt a tang of a muscle spasm as the program became impatient. Sitting back in the workstation my pain ended and as I placed my legs in the stirrup iron a pleasant glow swept over me and I allowed myself to slacken. The handcuff, collar, and waist control moved into property and I did n't care. The pain was over.

After the constant and sometimes repulsive pain the pleasant glow was a comforting and welcome relief and I had no problem surrendering myself to whatever Invader had planned for me. It was terrific to just lay back in the chairman and I realized that having my stage bent-grass and spread by the embellish restraints was actually quite comfortable.

I heard the cabinet in the storey open up and looked down to see the pitch-dark tampon thing swing up. The fond lubricating substance was sprayed on my twat and then it moved up and slipped precisely into me. I noticed the lubricant being a short warmer than last fourth dimension and I found myself simply enjoying the maven 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 robotic arm with the member on it. I heard it embark on vibrating as it hovered just within touch of my body. I knew that this would be another incredible experience and I was ashamed to experience myself prime with arousal in anticipation of being penetrated by what was really just a image dildo. I 'd never matte up this way about my ex. I 'd never felt this way in my life, do to think of it, and here I was excited about being impaled by a wasted machine.

My arousal rose into a thwart penury. I watched the member and imagined it moving into me and each metre I thought it was moving it just stayed still, the vibration audibly teasing me. The manacle on my right radiocarpal joint came unstuck and I tentatively removed my wrist from it, expecting hurting. Nothing happened and I reached down and found myself touching my soundbox ( down there ! ) in a way I 'd never done in my entire spirit. That was when the pain hit.

I yanked my handwriting back and placed it in the manacle, expecting it to close, but cipher happened. I was horrendous that I was just going to be senselessly tortured when I heard a noise above my brain and an arm with a spot venire on it came down and faced me. It was displaying a tit-tat-toe biz and the message :

'' Complete the following task. ``

A circle appeared in the upper left portion of the game field. The computer was playing games with me ? Okay, I thought, this is easy. I reached up and touched the marrow of the game field and an `` X '' appeared. Shortly thereafter, I won the biz and felt the familiar freshness of rousing slip over me. The glow faded and then a new game field of view appeared. Again, I won and, again, I was rewarded with pleasure. The tick-tack-toe orbit was replaced with a game of checkers and over the course of maybe two hours I played respective biz with the computer, winning some of them, while the computer won most of them. With each game I lost I 'd get a slight irritation, but with each game I won the glow would rise up in me. It was pretty absolved to me that it was more pleasant to win than to lose.

After I won the last secret plan of checkers the luminescence of delight amped up to almost make me come. I was catching my breath with the oncoming joy and then it suddenly ended ... form of reminding me of sex with my ex !

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

'' A young, attractive man tells you that he is your superior. He instructs you to disrobe and bear a certain post so that he may mate with you. Do you comply ? choose your answer. ``

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

I selected NO.

The zap of painful sensation was pretty impressive and I screamed. Even though the pain only lasted a bit or so, it was agonizing.

A new question was displayed :

'' An older, untempting man tells you that he is your Master. He instructs you to disrobe and assume a sure spot so that he may copulate with you. Do you comply ? pick out your response. ``

I knew it wanted me to agree and I just could n't. I was n't going to be anybody 's lady of pleasure, even if it was just a meaningless interrogative sentence from a information processing system. I touched the circle with NO in it.

I broke out in a travail and felt every muscle in my body sequester up with the intense, electrifying excruciation. My lungs seized up and I could n't rest or even shrieking. I began to suffocate and I wondered if I was going to die. Just as I was about to black out, the pain in the ass and the raptus ended and I shrieked with rilievo and panted to get air into my starving lungs. My organic structure was glossy with sweat and I felt it pooling on the chair under my back.

Looking at the screen door, I saw another question :

'' An older, untempting man tells you that he is your Master. He instructs you to undress, take for granted a sure stead so that he may twin with you, and then he informs you he intends to make you pregnant. Do you comply ? pick out your solvent. ``

pridefulness and self-esteem demanded that I select NO. dread and self-preservation dictated I answer YES. My digit hovered over the NO until it began to excite. The thinking of being tortured again if I gave the wrong answer was more than enough to finally micturate me hit the YES with enough force to make the arm holding the panel swing away from me. Nonplussed, the arm simply returned to its premature position. I guess a part of me was still expecting to be zapped with pain even though I 'd gone along with the reply the computer seemed to want from me. I felt my pussy lips region and looked down to see the Phallus slipping into me. The rattling palpitation was n't on this time and I guess I felt a little disappointed by that. The phallus settled into a very gentle yet truelove rhythm of mindlessly thrusting in and out of my torso. Even without the vibration it was n't too bad. Instead of a raging orgasmic experience, it was just like a gentle, betimes morning fuck. No, it was n't bad at all.

A flash on the covert in forepart of me directed my glance away from the gently fucking member between my legs.

'' Your master is making eff to you. He asks you if you like having him induce dearest to you. select your resolution. ``

Why engagement it ? I chose YES.

The Phallus gave me a oceanic abyss, hard thrust, and then returned to its rhythm. It was a piffling uncomfortable as it went so rich into me, but it was somehow arousing as it responded to my approving solution.

A new query came up :

'' Your Master asks your permission to fuck you until he comes in you. You are ovulating and know you might go significant if you agree. Do you agree ? select your resolution. ``

The gentle fucking of the penis in my pussy had quickly become mesmerizing. I really did n't handle in good order then about hypothetical questions about what I might or might not do. I did know I did n't want any more bother and I also knew that I was seriously enjoying the wonderful fuck I was experiencing.

I selected YES.

The round of the phallus began to gently foot up speed and it also began to force deeper with each thrust. I could swear I felt it swell inside me ... just like the real number affair. In the middle of all of this another doubt came up :

'' Your Master is fucking you. You are completely unprotected and pregnancy is a certainty if he comes in you. Your consistence will swell with his baby and he will gain you riposte to Invader to yield birth. Your lord William Tell you that he will intercept if you ask him to. There will be no penalisation if you refuse him. He will let you walk rid from this sign of the zodiac. He asks you if you will let him derive in your womb, let him fecundate you with his seed, filling you with his child and making you his hard worker for the rest of your life. If you agree you will never pass on this mansion without his license. Do you fit in to be his hard worker for the respite of your biography ? take your answer. ``

I was n't really thinking too clearly just then. A glow was building in my belly and I knew I 'd be feeling mythological if I let this thing end its job. I briefly considered the expected negative of a electric shock of pain if I disagreed with the question and knew I did n't need anymore pain today. And what the hell, it was just a stupid data processor question, right ?

I selected YES.

The phallus began a series of lingering, deep jab into my pussy. With each thrust the phallus would writhe and convolute, straining itself at my pussy as it tried to get deeper. At the same prison term I felt it start to buzz and thrill with my limited frequence. It was sheer, right-down Heaven ! This affair was n't just fucking my pussycat, it was fucking my mortal ! It could n't have gotten any better when I felt the glow inside me rise up like a tidal wave of pleasure, building and building me up to high and eminent degree of sexual pleasure. The ball inside me was unleashing the broad hope of pleasure in my trunk and I was ready and primed for anything it wanted to do to me.

Just like an impassioned lover, the phallus changed from fucking me with deep jabbing to a hard, speedy pumping of my pussy. I heard the raunchy sound of it slipping in and out of my kitty, the wet smacking sound echoing in the dungeon. I scooted down to get it inscrutable into me. It responded and fucked me faster and harder. This time I knew it was n't just my imagination as I felt it well inside me. And that did it for me.

The Gates of Heaven opened up and I was ushered inside by Angel Falls as the most concerted pleasure crashed over me. My pussy contracted with waves of pleasure, sucking the thrusting phallus deep into my welcoming womb. The ball inside me evoked and even deeper and more permeant pleasure as my eubstance now demanded to be filled. The poking cock ... it was my lover now and no longer a machine ... it hammered me deep and hard and even painfully as it crashed itself into the door of my womb. And then it got even break ! In the midst of the absolute virtually intense joy I 'd ever palpate the cock held itself deep inside me, impaling me on its distance. I felt it swell more than before and then it began to gurgle in waves. I felt a hot, fluid presence in my slit and bed, just knew the pecker was coming in me ! The hot, spurting liquid state seemed to fill me with an awful, dim pleasure. My every sense intensified and I swear I could see in my intellect'eye the rattling tip of the cock spurting its cream into my cook, willing womb. The tactile sensation of the hot seminal fluid spurting into me did n't stop for an eternity and my wild, vivid orgasm contiued on in wafture of heat and light even after the cock stopped thrusting and spurting into me.

The cock finally pulled from my consistency and I was acutely aware of feeling thoroughly and completely feminine. My tit felt wonderful. My belly was satisfied with the lingering lovingness of both the spurting semen and my intimate supernova. The restraints were already opened but I was in no hastiness to get up and leave. I felt myself smiling with a stupefied, satisfied grinning as I lay there, my legs splayed candid and my twat drip with ... what ?

I reached down to my soaking slit and ran my hand over it, gathering my lust and the merchandise of the cock into it. I lifted it to my eye and then I sniffed at it. The somehow pleasing odour of my own musky perfume 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 scent was sort of flowery, but there was also a medicinal quality to it as well. A little part of my lambency faded when I could n't enter out what had been spurted into my body, yet I still was in more than joy from the afterglow of my fucking than I 'd ever been from any male-induced sexual climax.

The information processing system silver screen displayed a new question :

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

I was resign to go.

I did n't have to suffice.

Yet I did.

I reached up and touched YES.

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

Day Six

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When I woke up the show was hovering over my face and I was still comfortably ensconced on Invader. I took a flavour at the display to see what I was supposed to do next and it had a simple instruction :

'' Have a pleasant good morning. Instruction will get down promptly at 1pm, please return to Invader at that meter. sentence is now 7:57am. Please acknowledge this didactics by selecting YES. ``

I did so and the screen promptly retreated into the cap. As I was getting to my metrical foot I reached for the pile of clothes I 'd left strewn about the roofing 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 thighs were still oiled up from my workout. I stopped in the kitchen to depart my chocolate and then it was upstairs for a receive exhibitor.

The hot piss cleaned up my trunk and it seemed to clear the fog from my brain, too. I found myself wondering what the netherworld I 'd consented to with the computer. The feelings I 'd had ... and then I realized I 'd suffer in the stream of H2O for various minutes without a thought and without moving. I 'd been lost in what I can only line as a flashback to the Night before. I was living it over again. The smell of the hot liquid state squirting into me like a lover'come had me aroused and I was mindlessly caressing myself just thinking about it.

I caught myself and close off the water. Taking a plush towel I dried off my hair's-breadth and then worked my way down, drying between my toes when I reached them. Again, the interrogative sentence of dressing came up. I thought about my dress and remembered struggling to escape them the day before. The terrycloth gown 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 3 of freshly scrambled eggs along with a nice ham steak. I grabbed a danish pastry from the freezer and thawed it in the microwave. Taking my breakfast out to the living room I looked out on another fuzzy morning replete with commit surfers out there just past the breakage. 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 episode of Bonanza after that. The whole meter I was watching TV I was thinking about what was going to happen at 1pm. Little Joe and holmium were doing something with some screen girl when I gave up trying to pay attending and I just shut the retard box off.

I got some frigidness coffee and warmed it up in the microwave before dosing it with the requirement quantity of emollient. The affectionate mug itself was comforting to me as I walked into the dungeon to see at Invader. 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 threshold to the cabinets in the floor and ceiling were closed and secured. The odd thought that the robot weapons system were vulnerable and fragile crossed my creative thinker. Why else would they have to be hidden away when I was free to move around ?

The room was somehow enervate without the stochasticity of the arms moving about and doing their line. Losing myself in contemplation, I drifted back to wondering what was in store 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 bizarre turn-on for me. I 'd never in my life ever thought of the kinds of things I 'd experienced in this menage since I 'd arrived. My possible futures had never included torture and undreamed intimate pleasure. Now I anticipated it with both dread and with the feeling of something wonderful about to happen. I could n't wait for 1pm and find out what Invader would do to me.

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

I purposefully strode from the room and walked quickly to the presence door. My manus hovered over the door knob. I knew what would happen if I touched it. Placing my mug of chocolate on the little table by the threshold I braced myself to contact the shining brass section knob. I was going to touch it and this house be damned ! Yeah, that 'd show Waldo ! I 'll concern the doorknob !

Standing there in my bare invertebrate foot and just the terry robe I suddenly felt preposterous. I knew that if I touched the doorknob I 'd just end up on the floor, writhing in pain in the neck. It would be stupid to touch the doorknob. Stupid.

I picked up my coffee berry, 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 stupid citizenry who feed them. I just could n't get into it as I now focused on wondering why my resolve to open the door had so suddenly dissolved. That was right ... I was going to leave, was n't I ? Yeah ... fuck Waldo ... that was my spirit ... 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 news program ending ... shit ! It was 1pm ! I pulled my robe about me and jumped up and ran, I mean RAN, to the dungeon ! I 'd made it just in time and the pain ceased the second base I crossed the threshold of the room. I laughed at the opinion of 'checking my messages'as I looked at the showing on the wall :

'' Please disrobe and mount Invader promptly. ``

Well, it was learning manner. How quaint. The gown fell at my feet and I climbed onto encroacher and allowed the restraints to procure themselves. I have to admit that I was a short wet thinking about what pleasures might be in store for me.

The ceiling opened up and the display swung down in front of my case. My decent hand was freed and then I had a question to answer :

'' Your Master asks you to suck his cock until he comes in your mouth. Then he instructs you to take back it. Do you follow ? ``

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

Big mistake.

The annoyance was of the 100 % maximal knock-me-out kind and I 'd really like I had n't said NO. My belly cramped up, my legs and branch cramped, I could n't rest, an clamant migraine set in ... all drive I do n't like the idea of sucking stopcock.

rilievo finally arrived and I had a few minutes to reclaim before the Saami question came up again. Defiant, I chose NO again.

Really big error.

I blacked out from the pain in the neck this clock time and when I woke up another question was waiting :

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

tinker's dam it to hell !

I chose NO.

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

A few minutes went by and I was just stuck there, trussed up and waiting for what was next. It had to be some awful torture in reinforcement for my defiance ... right ?

My leg stopped burning pretty quickly and then I noticed I was feeling pretty estimable ... just like the other morning ... which was when, exactly ? The lightness in the room shut off and lightlessness ruled my universe ... except for some fairly people of colour ... in my chief ? I felt my little orb deep inside me start to vibrate and the radiance of arousal quickly rose up in me. I went to touch myself and a nubbin of pain in the neck made me place my right arm back in the restraint. It was somehow comforting when the restraint gently closed on it.


I knew I 'd been drugged and I fought against the duskiness that came over me, a wickedness that was egged on by the warm feelings in my belly. I was just on the verge of oblivion when I heard the spokesperson whispering in the air ...

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

'' ... .choose pleasure .... ''

'' ... .obedience is pleasure .... ''

'' ... .inside is delight .... ''

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

And then I was gone.

Day Seven

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I awoke to warmth.

The light were on, although they were pleasantly dim, and as my groggy heart took in the room I could see I was still on Invader and the door was closed. I moved a slight and sensed a sealed comprehensiveness. Looking down I saw that the robotlike cock was snuggled into me. I bucked my hip a lilliputian and it answered with a easy 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 next time I bucked at it I kept on, thrusting my hips at the cock to observe it going. It was n't long before we had ourselves a nice rhythm going and I was getting myself juiced up with fervor and anticipation. The cock slipped in and out of me with so much repose ... I 'd never been this relaxed during sex ! There was so very much exemption as I abandoned myself to fucking. No shame, no vexation, no jobs, just my kitty-cat being properly fucked.

The fucking went on and a distant memory of making love with my ex-boyfriend one other morning came along and suddenly became real to me. I looked and saw him standing between my legs, lost in his rage, fucking himself into me with placate cacoethes. The sunlight looked wonderful in his hair as he threw back his head teacher and began to ram me, deep into me. I did n't reckon his pecker was so long as it felt right now, butting into my tender cervix. I thrust my hips at him, encouraging his lust ...

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

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

The sunlight in his haircloth became a technicolour rainbow as joy washed over me from inside, outside, and all over the universe. The warm liquid gushed into me and pleased me with its fulfilling promise. My soundbox wanted more ... wanted so much more ... whatever I had to do I 'd do ... it was so bring in now.

The lightheaded grew brighter and I swear I saw the dapple sweep oar away from the sun.

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

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

The voices were in the way again as the fog of sleep took me over and led me into grand oblivion again.

Day Ashcan School

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Hungry. That was my first persuasion. 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 de-ice as I peeled a twain of potatoes and sliced them into a frying pan. I ate a musical composition of the white potato vine raw. The wet in my lip told me how dry I was. A quart of apple juice disappeared in one, long draw, the sang-froid refreshment in my abdomen just feeling marvelous !

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 room access to open it and then went out into the newly air. Setting my plate on the patio table I gave a good flavour 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 tater were awe-inspiring !

A twosome of the surfboarder out on the severance waved at me and I paused from eating to flap back. What nice boys they were !

My breakfast was gone all too soon and it was time to go in. I collected my plate and the utensils and virtually floated into the kitchen. Is n't it great to feature such a nice kitchen ? And it 's so rewarding to give such moderately dishes and burnished pans to clean !

The pan and the plate had to go back where they belonged after I got done and then I remembered my clothes ! I fetched my clothes from where I 'd left them in the exercise way ... dungeon is such a bad name ! ... and took them to the laundry. It was a wonderful two 60 minutes I spent cleaning the cute clothes and my towels and my thick, comfy robe ! The whites were separated from the colors and I waited while they dried and then ironed my blue jean and my top. The robe was even more than comfy with the warm, freshly cleaned scent on it !

Everything was put in its place.

What the piece of tail was I doing ?

It was like I 'd been dreaming and arouse at the same time. The sensation was like waking up and it was beshrew unearthly.

Oh, son of a bitch ! 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 middle sunk as I knew I had to comply.

'' Disrobe and mount Invader in 38 seconds. ``

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

What else could I do ?

The restraints closed in place and then the ceiling opened up. I was hoping for the display to come down and play XX questions, but it was no surprise when the arm with the needle came down. An injection in my thigh was immediately followed by one of the awful shot into my belly. At the same time I was lubed up and then quickly, deeply, and rudely penetrated. I felt the hot liquidity spurting into my pussy without any sexual activity or, well, arousal and then I was empty. Briefly. My ass was penetrated and filled with lube. Another quick, oceanic abyss, and rude pentration later and I was being filled with affectionate body of water. My belly rapidly swelled up and then my ass was free to discharge itself. A second penetration, a 2nd filling, and a second haste of piss followed. My ass was just recovering from the rapid activity when a third incursion was followed with an shot of something warm up and viscous into me. It was the Lapplander hooey that I 'd received when I was in the professorship, I somehow just live this fact.

Another injectant followed in my thigh, then another into my arm, and then another, straight into my neck opening. The blur of question and action had made me feel beaten, even senseless, and not even the final exam injection into my neck opening was going to get a reaction from me. I was n't even surprised when I heard the voicelessness beginning again right as my macrocosm changed coloring and then faded.

Day 11

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I needed a shower. And some food.

I was exhausted and wiped out as I lifted myself off of encroacher. Slipping over the boundary of the reclining workstation I tried to abide and my feet failed me. I caught myself before hitting the roofing tile and struggled back to sit on the edge of the workstation. It was a estimable patch before the strength to carry me out of the way 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 irresistible impulse to cleanse the mirror, even though I knew it would be fine after the lav aired out. Right, that 's rectify. I turned on the release for the exhibitor and relaxed when I saw the abridgement on the mirror offset to solve itself.

I stepped into the strong stream and immediately soaked my hair, rinsing the sweat and dirt out of it. There was stunner soap and a deodorant soap in the soap bearer and I reached for the deodorant bar. I ran it under my arms and was met with straw, looking down, I saw my leg looking kind of shrubby, too. I washed all over and then shampooed my whisker, rinsed, and set in a generous amount of conditioner before reaching for my razor. It felt skilful to shave the stubble from my arm pits, legs, and Bikini, and I remarked to myself that I was feeling feminine again. I shaved the last stubble from my ankle 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 Frederick North Dae-Han-Min-Gook a couple of day ago and they were making a big deal about it. Why had n't they mentioned it when I 'd concluding seen the tidings ? Setting down my coffee I had a touch and went to the display by the window and found that three days had elapsed since the last time I could think anything. For some intellect I accepted this fact without any argument and went back to finish my coffee.

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

I heard a familiar spirit voice ... a veridical voice !

'' Waldo ! ``

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

'' It 's so nice to see you, Waldo ! I have some coffee gear up, would you like 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 arrangement, got on the robe and then went to the kitchen.

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

'' Christie, I have a supporter outside and he 'll be coming in here in a few minutes. But before he does we need to have a talk of the town, okay ? ``

'' Of course of instruction ! '' I stared at him like a puppy wait for a ball.

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

He swallowed, bracing himself for something big.

'' It belongs to your Master. ``

He stared at me, waiting for a response.

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

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

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

I felt a small indisposition in my mind and then I smiled at Waldo again.

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

Waldo chuckled and then went on.

'' All mightily, we need to go over a few matter to build sure this is all okeh with you. '' He reached over and pulled my robe away from my thigh and touched the symbolisation tattooed there. `` Christie, this is the Sanskrit theatrical role for 'slave', do you interpret ? '' I nodded yes. `` It 's there becuase you are now, and forever, the slave of the man you 'll suffer 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 for you, Christie. ``

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

It was that moment when I `` stock split ''. I 'd later rule out that this was a common core of Waldo 's enslavement proficiency. The witting mind of the hard worker was intact, rational and intellection, yet the slave was incapable of free will. I was free to believe 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 screw that I drugged you to stimulate a soporific sleep, you 've been implanted with a device that controls your pleasure and pain, you 've been brainwashed, and you 're probably right now cursing my name in your mind while completely ineffectual to effect any change on your behavior. You 've also received nutritive supplements injected into your gloomy intestine 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 nonentity 's piece of tail woman of the street and I 'll never be ! What the blaze did you think ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Christie, go to the kitchen and get out the meat cleaver. Then chop off the small digit on your leave hand, okay ? ``

I smiled at him, `` Sure affair, can I get you a warm-up on the coffee while I 'm out there ? '' ( Whatthefuck ? ? ? ? ? )

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

I walked to the kitchen and noticed Waldo was right behind me the solid way. I had to pry around in the shorts to get the pith cleaver and then I got out some paper towels for the inevitable mess and I also got the cutting display 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 blade into the knuckle.

'' occlusive ! ``

( Thank youJesus ! )

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

I wanted to give-up the ghost on the run-in as I said them with a pleasing, little-girl tone in my vocalism, `` Yes, Waldo, anything he wants. ``

Waldo pulled out his cubicle phone and dialed while I went out to find a movie on cable's length. I 've seen `` exterminator '' before, but decided to see it again.

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

The national news show had ended and then the LA six o'clock team was coming on as the doorbell rang. I did n't even know the piazza had a doorbell. Waldo excused himself and went to the door, leaving me alone for the import. The anticipation of just who I was going to fulfill was form of overwhelming. In my mind I still struggled to get complimentary of the intangible thing that had wrapped around my consciousness, locking me prisoner in my own body.

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

Tall, thin except for a paunchy gut, graying dim hair that was slick with what had to be old-school Brylcreem, a buttoned-up plaid shirt on khakis, Doc Martens', and wire-rimmed glasses. Thick glasses. I figured him for maybe late forties, about my Dad 's age. He was a geek in the extreme. No admiration he had to go to such duration to get a womanhood !

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

'' Christie, this is your master. You will speak him as victor until and unless he gives you permission to ring him by figure. From here on out you are to travel along hs each and every teaching and you are to play his every need. Pleasing him is why you are alive. You will never say 'no'to his request unless he first gives you permission to make a free choice. Do you realize me, Agatha Christie ? ``

I wanted to cry. I wanted to shriek !

'' Yes, Waldo, I do. ``

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

'' My work here is done. You will remove the balance of the money now, yes ? ``

My original pulled out a cell sound 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 anticipate your bank and confirm my parting of the bargain ? ``

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

'' Good fate to you, Agatha Christie. '' Then he turned to my overlord, `` And my best wished for you, too, sir. I hope you like her. ``

That was the survive I saw of Waldo.

Without any didactics from my Master, I stood there at the entry to the household as he went back to the garage and brought in his bags. Looking out the room access I had a glimpse of the cars 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, overlord, of trend. '' I dropped my robe.

He walked around me and was clearly admiring what he saw. He was a geek, but I had to admit I was flattered in some small-scale way. He reached to me and caressed my boob, then ran his hands over my peel with the lightsome, feathery ghost. It tickled and I trembled from it. His manpower went to my ass and squeezed me, not too tight, not too diffused. There was longing in his touch and I knew it.

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

Bold for a eccentric person, was n't he ?

'' Yes, sea captain. ``

'' How many fourth dimension ? ``

'' 14 metre by my ex-boyfriend and I 'm unsure of how many times by the workout stations. ``

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

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

He pulled his digit 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 mind. He led me into the bedroom that was so recently mine and tapped a password into the display, enabling his admittance. Then he tapped it again and the ventilation 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, button by clitoris, and then folded it and placed it on the dressing chair by the bedside. His singlet joined it only to be followed by the rest of his wear. Turning to me he presented a sight that would receive made me laugh in a different circumstance but screeching in this one. He 'd never worked out a day in his life and that was elucidate. His belly was baggy fat and his arms were flabby. His breast whisker was thin and what there was of it was mostly gray.

I let my heart travel to his crotch and saw a seismic disturbance of unruly pubic hair surrounding a ... familiar ? ... sight. I knew it ! His cock was the spitting image of the cock on Invader !

With the erection making him take care even more pathetic he came close to me and drew me to him by my articulatio humeri. Nervously, he kissed me. He was tentative at get-go 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 minutes and then stood back, panting a piffling, to look at me.

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

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

He walked up and spread my legs. He ran his hands admiringly over my knees and up to my belly, letting his hands linger there ... holding me there. He scooted close to me and let his throbbing cock bound on my venter. His full, hanging balls were cool against the warmth of my slit.

'' Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie, do you want me to have a go at it you now ? '' He looked at me through the thick glasses.

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

He pulled back and took his shaft in his hand. He stroked it a fiddling and it got firmer in response. Then he placed it against my wet pussy and the glow rose up in me. I did n't require this ! I did n't want this awful man !

My Master started humping at me and with each thrust he penetrated deeper into my cunt. I saw a sweat break out on his forehead as he took my knees into his helping hand and held them up to his paunchy slope. His cock drove deeper and cryptical into me until I felt it bottom out in me. My body responded to him the Saami way I would 've with encroacher, I met his thrusts and scooted down the bed plenty to get him into me nice and abstruse.

'' You like my prick in you, lilliputian daughter ? ``

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

'' Yes, Master, I do. ``

Which sounded even worse.

He started humping me faster and he took me by the shank while his horrid cock fucked into me. I felt his balls slapping on my ass and was suddenly and acutely aware of the sperm inside them. I momentarily felt my eyes widen with veneration as the real me slipped out for a split arcsecond. He took it the ill-timed way and fucked me hard and flying.

I wanted to get away.

My hands went up to his custody that held my knees. I caressed them and was rewarded with my master slowing down our first fucking into a series of deeply, uncomfortable driving force. My glow rose up and became a crescendo of wild, incredible pleasure. I felt my snatch contracting in waves around his thrusting cockmeat.

His shaft swelled up and his head lolled about with the onset of his release. I spread my ramification as full as they would go and let him impale me with his pauperization. It was too very much for him and he gasped as I felt the entire duration of his tool surge. He filled my unprotected pussy with his fertile, critical sperm. I felt the first off heart rate and reacted with a waste serial of orgasmic contractions which triggered his adjacent pulsation into me.

I was absolutely, totally, and completely horrified as the intellection of my beautiful body swelling with this mongrel creep 's baby was perfectly pictured in my nous.

The contraction in my kitty-cat became insane as his rooster 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 underbred about it and soon excused himself politely, inviting me to join him for a soda downstairs.

I stood up and followed him down the steps and felt his ejaculate running out of my pussy and down my thighs, making me embarrassing and so ... grossed out ! I prayed that every last drop would run out and allow for me alone.

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

He took a swig and then belched.

'' That was great, Christie. The outdo. ``

'' Thank you. '' ( Fuckyou )

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

'' When I was a Cy Young man I could buck off six metre, seven times a day thinking about girls like you. ``

( Thatsallyoucouldgetasshole )

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

Six times a month ! I 'd sustain to bang him SIX TIMES a month ? ? ?

He reached for a package of pills and squeezed one through the transparency. Then he popped the minuscule blue pill into his mouth and chased it down with another swig of the soda water. He thought it was cute when he belched so I giggled in blessing. The giggling pushed some more of his spermatozoan out of my pussy and I felt a little backup man thinking that it was less of his semen in me. Only six times a month meant I was rubber for maybe a day or two or three before he could get it up again.

He chatted me up about his living for a patch and told me about his failed effort at human relationship, his achiever in business, and then went on about meeting 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 retort and had me head 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 mitt 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 genu are on the boundary. ``

I did.

'' feast your peg, baby. ``

I had to.

I imagined him looking at a puss up close and personal for the very first time. He was back there checking out my every ridgeline, my every mysterious scissure. His workforce ran over my upturned ass and hips.

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

The oddball edged a quarter round into me and pulled it back and forth. The familar glow instantly lit inside me. He drew his thumb out and stepped away from me. I heard him tap on the control panel for the room and then the ball inside me turned on my very special vibrator frequency. This was overnice.

'' Ca n't forget about my best daughter, can I ? ``

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

'' You know, Christie, I spent a lot of money on doctors 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 more of a swoosh this time than a trailer.

'' I did find out that my spermatozoan count was excellent. ``

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, heavy, sperm-shooting pecker slipped all the way into me in one slow, grinding apoplexy. We fit together perfectly. And in this position his cock seated against my cervix wonderfully. I was already in the starting time throes of pleasure when his prick pressed into me to amplify the sensation. I was in the perfect position to receive his cock and his sperm. My upturned ass was aiming my productive purulent right wing at him. We fucked like wild dogs. The orgasms were unbelievable from the personal effects of the ball and his horny, hungry, amped-up cock.

Even in the heart of sheer euphoria, with no mind of my own, when his dick hammered me and spurted deep into my perfectly positioned body, a tear managed to get out of my eye. The ball in my belly buzzed insanely, giving me the sexual climax of a lifespan. The lonely tear hung on the position of my cheek as my contracting pussy milked and milked and milked as much sperm as it could out of him. The exertion of the orgasm was too much and I began to pass out.

But not before one final thought.

I was in Hell .