SIRENS’ RAPTURE:
THE MACHINES
by Wingman
Author’s note: This story refers partly to two other
stories I’ve written. They’re titled
Barbarella’s Rapture: Return to the Excessive Machine, and are based on the
1968 movie starring Jane Fonda. They
can be found on the Grey Archive, in the sci-fi section.
Also, the description of
the Lashes is based on objects found in the artwork of Tklfynd (whose work can
be seen on the website www.ticklingforum.com). In a couple of his pictures he draws dermal
stimulators, and I used these as the models for the Lashes Duran Duran employs
later in the story.
Donna’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She stretched and yawned, feeling
rested. Her vision focused. She saw her friends Meaghan and Rachel lying
next to her. She found she was lying on
soft cushions, with some sort of silk-like sheet draped over her. She sat up.
She gasped, and instinctively clutched the sheet to her breasts. Standing, towering, over her were two tall,
well-muscled men wearing brown armor.
Each of them had a rifle slung over their shoulders.
“Wh-who are you guys?” Rachel and Meaghan stirred at the sound of
Donna’s voice. Soon, they too were bolt
upright, surprised at their surroundings.
The last they knew, they had bedded down at the edge of a forest. Where were they now?
“We are your saviors, my dear,” said a smooth voice. The two armored guards stepped aside. A man entered the room. He was short and thin. His hair was brilliant white, his face lined
with age. He was dressed in flowing
black robes. He radiated
authority. His eyes were bright and
alert. And they were alive with
excitement at this moment.
“My men found you three unconscious at the edge of the
forest. They brought you here. You’ve been asleep for the better part of 24
hours.” As he spoke, his eyes traveled
over their bodies. He noticed their
trim bodies; full, firm breasts. Plans
began forming in his mind. He gestured
to someone outside the room.
Two more guards walked in, carrying trays of some kind of
food. Donna couldn’t identify the dish
placed in front of her, but it looked like some sort of steak, and it smelled
delicious. Donna was aware that she
hadn’t eaten in quite a while. Funnily
enough, she didn’t feel terribly hungry.
She would later learn that neither Rachel nor Meaghan felt hungry
either. However, the three women tasted
the meat. It tasted as good as it
smelled, and the three had soon devoured their meals. After they had finished, their host spoke up again.
“Feeling better, my dears?” His smile seemed polite, but Donna noticed that it did not quite
reach his eyes. A chill ran down her
spine. What were they in for now?
“Yes, thank you very much,” Donna replied, keeping her
alarm to herself. After all, she and
the others were stark naked and surrounded by armored men with weapons. There wasn’t much they could do about her
concerns.
“Where are we?” asked Rachel.
“The city of Narud,” he replied proudly.
“And who exactly are you?” Meaghan asked.
“Ah, forgive me ladies.
We don’t often get visitors, and my manners are not what they should
be. I am Duran Duran. I am the ruler of Narud.”
“Can’t say we’ve ever heard of Narud,” Donna said. In reply, Duran Duran gestured to the
doorway.
“Allow me to show you.”
The three women stood, nude, and exited the room. The guards, joined by two more to make an
escort of six, followed closely as Duran Duran led them down the hall. They followed several corridors, finally
emerging onto a balcony overlooking the city.
The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon. Below them, stretching out around and out behind the building
they were in were a series of low-lying structures. Donna fancied she could make out residential-type dwellings,
buildings used for commerce and trade, even schools.
“I founded Narud.
It is the largest city on Amatos.”
“Amatos?” Meaghan asked.
“The world we’re on,” Duran Duran paused, remembering how
he had come here. He had been a
scientist on Earth in the 40th century. He had invented a powerful and terrible weapon, the Positronic
Ray. Realizing peaceful Earth would
have no use for such a device, he disappeared into uncharted regions of
space. But not long after, an
astro-navigatrix named Barbarella had followed him to the planet Tau Ceti. Barbarella had interfered with Duran Duran
seizing power, forcing him to flee.
Believed dead, he plotted his revenge over three years. Finally, he had captured Barbarella again,
and tortured her in his favorite creation, a machine capable of intense sexual
stimulation, the Excessive Machine. He
had attempted to break her spirit with sexual torture, but she again turned the
tables on him, turning his own weapon on him.
Duran Duran fell through a tunnel of time, landing just outside a small
city. He quickly seized power, renamed
the city Narud, and had lived like a king ever since. Now, fate had delivered to him three women who appeared to be
from Earth into his lap. Snapping out
of his reverie, he looked at his guests quizzically. Something suddenly occurred to him.
“You’re not from this world, are you?” The looks on their faces told him
everything. “You three come from
somewhere else.” The three women
exchanged glances.
“Earth,” said Rachel.
“We come from Earth.” Duran
Duran turned to face them. A smile
spread across his face. Again, Donna
noticed, it did not reach his eyes.
“Well, well,” he said smoothly. “It appears we have something in common. Tell me more.” The three remained silent, growing more uneasy. With a glance, the guards closed in around
them.
“I insist,” Duran
Duran said. Seeing no other choice, and
no point in lying, Donna began to tell Duran Duran everything. She explained that the three of them were
Sirens, agents of the Enclave, a secret organization dedicated to saving the
world form the Cult, another secret organization. She explained about the way the two groups used tantric magic -
magic based in sex - to wage their battles.
She explained about the Pleasure Parasites, and the deal they had struck
with the Cult. She told him of how the
three of them were charged with keeping the Pleasure Parasites from breaking
into Earth’s dimension by allowing them to sexually stimulate them and feed off
their pleasure, preventing them from fully attuning to Earth’s dimensional
plane. She told them of how the three
had been somehow altered during their last Earthly encounter with the Pleasure
Parasites, and how they were now apparently hyper sexually sensitive. She told them of their ticklish encounter
with a Parasite on a beach, and of their long trek through the forest. Duran Duran was keen to hear about the many
sexual perils they endured in traveling through the forest. He drank in every detail. His guards were secretly ogling the women
from beneath their darkened visors.
Duran Duran, however, made no secret of it. He let his eyes play over their bodies, even as his mind
processed every scrap of information they gave him. He admired Donna’s willowy figure, her long red hair; Rachel’s
voluptuous figure, her raven-black hair; Meaghan’s trim athletic build, her
blonde hair. He eyed their ample
breasts, their taut waists, their smooth, round hips, their shapely legs. A plan was forming in his head. A diabolical, delicious plan.
As Donna finished her narrative, Duran Duran stood at the
balcony, looking out over his city.
“Astonishing,” he whispered. He turned back to them.
“Astonishing. You three made it
through the forest. Many have entered
the forest, never to be seen again. The
few who have made it through were broken, spent shells of humans. But you three...” his voice trailed
off. Yes, he thought, he definitely
needed to know more. He snapped his
fingers. The guards approached the
Sirens. Without a word, Duran Duran
swept past them, back into the corridor.
The guards prodded the Sirens to follow. They followed him further into the building. The building, it turned out, was built into
the side of a mountain. The mountain
was volcanic, but it was child’s play for Duran Duran to create a series of
devices that would bleed off the pressure, preventing an eruption. Those same devices provided more than enough
power for the building, and the surrounding city, which spread out from the
mountain in a large semicircle. Narud’s
outer borders were along the edge of the forest. Around the mountain, and behind it, the rest of the land
stretched on.
Finally, Duran Duran led the three women into a vast
chamber. The three gasped as they
entered. The room was filled with men and
women. Men and women in various stages
of undress. Men and women kissing,
fondling, fucking, licking. Men
grunted. Women groaned and cried
out. Sounds of flesh slapping,
giggling, groaning, squealing, filled the chamber. It was an orgy. Duran Duran
clapped his hands, and the activity ceased.
Every person froze.
“OUT!!!!” he shouted.
In seconds, the chamber was empty.
“My apologies, ladies.
Sometimes this chamber is used for...recreational activities. But I do not want us to be disturbed.”
“What the hell...” Meaghan whispered. But a sharp prod from the guard behind her
silenced her, and kept her moving forward.
The chamber was cylindrical in shape.
The walls were bare and smooth, running roughly twenty feet high. The ceiling was domed. There were numerous pads and cushions left
on the floor. Duran Duran walked over
to a spot on the bare wall, and pressed it.
A panel rotated into place. He
pressed a few buttons, and the room began to shift. Wall panels slid aside, rotated, platforms rose from the floor,
devices dropped from the ceiling. Four
devices in particular were prominent in the center of the chamber. One was a wide, clear cylinder which dropped
to the floor. It ran from floor to
ceiling, and had chains dangling from the ceiling. Lining the walls of this large tube were numerous long metal
arms. Another device rose into
place. It vaguely resembled a table. It was a small, “I” shaped cushioned
surface, supported by sturdy metal struts.
Suspended underneath this strange table was a padded sling, like a small
hammock. As it clicked into place, a
number of small, padded squares extended from the machine. The third machine slid out from the wall towards
the group. This one resembled a
sawhorse with a black, cylindrical object straddling the support struts. On either side of the cylinder were two
wide, flat, padded platforms with padded straps running along them. Dangling ominously from above this machine
were a pair of padded cuffs suspended from a metal bar. Finally, the last machine appeared. This one was the most elaborate of the
four. It rose out of the floor, dead
center of the room. It was an oval-shaped
device, set on a slight incline. At the
base of the machine was an elaborate looking keyboard. This keyboard gave way to what appeared to
be a series of arms lining the front of the machine. Running along either side were a series of cables. Donna noticed a pair of padded cuffs at the
top of the machine. She had no doubts
now about what they were in for.
The machines settled into place, and Duran Duran turned to
them.
“Well, ladies.
Welcome,” he gestured grandly.
“Welcome to my Pleasure Dome.”
He began circling the Sirens, like a predator sizing up his prey.
“You realize that what you’ve done is impossible. No one has managed to get through the
forest.”
“We did,” Rachel said proudly.
“Yes, you did,” Duran Duran nodded in agreement, the smile
returning to his face. “And now it’s
time to find out just how you managed to do that.”
“And how exactly do we do that?” Donna asked. She already knew the answer. Duran Duran merely smiled. He gestured Meaghan towards the cylinder on
struts, Rachel towards the table, and Donna towards the oval object. The Sirens hesitated. The guards closed in on them. Glancing one more time at her friends,
Rachel sighed and lay down on the table.
Two guards pulled her arms up above her head. They positioned the squares under her wrists and elbows, and
pulled straps out, firmly securing her.
Straps were pulled over her torso just beneath her ample breasts, and
above her hips. Finally, they spread
her legs, strapping down her ankles and just below her knees. She could barely move. Meaghan, meanwhile, was led over to the
cylinder. She climbed onto it,
straddling it in a kneeling position.
The surface of the cylinder was a few inches below her crotch. The two guards flanking her strapped her
legs down. Then, one of the guards
lowered the dangling cuffs. The other
secured them tight around her wrists, then they were cranked up, pulling her
arms above her head. She found she
could only wriggle a few centimeters.
It reminded her of a sybian, a sexual stimulation device, and it was
eerily similar to a machine that some Cult agents had once used to torment
her. Donna’s two guards led her to the
oval shaped device. They had her climb
into the machine, feet first. She sank
in until her feet hit small platforms.
Her upper chest, shoulders and head were visible, the rest of her body
was covered by the strange arms on the machine. They strapped her wrists into place above her head, and she felt
padded restraints close over her ankles.
Then, the platforms supporting her feet retracted. She was trapped inside the machine.
“Now my dears,” Duran Duran’s voice sounded in the room. The Sirens glanced around as best they
could, but he was nowhere to be seen.
They did notice a series of half-globes had emerged from the ceiling. They reminded Donna of security cameras in
shopping centers.
Duran Duran re-entered the room. He strode over to Rachel, checking to make sure she was tightly
strapped down.
“This is the Teasing Table. I think you’ll soon understand its...charm.” He smiled a cold smile, and walked over to
Meaghan.
“I think you’ll enjoy the Sybian, my dear,” he said as he
tightened her leg straps. “It has a few
surprises.” Then he strode over to
Donna, trapped in the oval device.
“My favorite,” he said softly. “The Excessive Machine.
Comfy?” He seated himself at the
keyboard at the base of the machine.
Donna looked around nervously.
Her breathing had deepened. She
hated to admit it, but she was quickly becoming aroused. She was naked and strapped down,
helpless. She had always found bondage
to be a turn on. And for the last few
years, being bound was always the prelude to intense sexual pleasure, either at
the hands of the Cult or the tentacles of the Pleasure Parasites. She found her body anticipating the
pleasure. It didn’t help that the
tingling she experienced in her body ever since her sexual enhancement by the
Pleasure Parasites was more intense than ever.
She was craving sexual stimulation, and she was certain she would soon
have all she could want. Rachel and
Meaghan were experiencing similar feelings.
From the way their chests were heaving, it was clear they were both
charged with arousal.
“Begin,” Duran Duran announced. The Excessive Machine thrummed with power. Donna gasped. Nothing had happened, but she was so keyed up, so horny, that
just the machine powering up mad her quiver.
The anticipation was driving her crazy.
The cylinder beneath Meaghan’s groin lowered, and small
panels opened on the front and back ends of it. Four robotic arms extended small, pen-shaped objects. The objects had four, three inch long
tendril-like projections dangling from them.
Similar arms poked out from underneath the table Rachel was strapped
to. Suddenly, the tendrils stiffened,
and began twitching. They drew closer
to Rachel’s body. One hovered over each
breast, while two more moved down to her feet.
Rachel bit her lip and began squirming vainly. She could practically feel them on her tender flesh. Meaghan’s field of vision was more limited
because her raised arms got in the way, but she was aware of two of the devices
approaching her underarms. She couldn’t
see the other two, but she had the distinct feeling that they were hovering
over her feet. She gasped; they did not
touch her, but she could feel them nonetheless. She bit her lip, scrunched her eyes shut, giggled softly, and
repeated “they’re not touching, they’re not touching” over and over in her
mind. The Excessive Machine also
produced two of the strange devices, which quickly moved to just above her
elbows. Donna struggled to control her
breathing. She wasn’t having much
success. Maybe I shouldn’t have told
him about the tickling, she thought to herself.
“Now, you learn the wisdom, and delights, of the Lash!” he
announced. All at once, the tendrils
struck.
“<gasp> AAAAHHHHHHHHAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“EEEEEEEEEKKKKEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEE!”
“OH NO PLEEEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!”
The tendrils, the Lashes, moved uncannily like a Pleasure
Parasite’s tentacles. They twitched and
teased, stroking the Sirens’ sensitive bodies.
Donna, Meaghan, and Rachel were assaulted by intense tickling
sensations. The Lashes teased Rachel’s
ample breasts, skittering around them.
One tendril would tease her stiffened pink nipples while the others
stroked around, heading for her smooth underarms. At the same time, her feet were teased and tickled. She could swear she saw little electric
shocks strobing out from the tips of the tendrils, but she wasn’t sure. Meaghan was sure.
The Lashes attacked her bare underarms and her calves. Her head dropped for a second before she
threw it back to laugh, tossing her golden hair over her shoulders. She noticed small sparks strobing over her
skin. But there was no pain. Just intense tickling. She tried wriggling away, but was strapped
too tightly. She could barely swivel
her torso to try to shake them off. The
restraint made it tickle all the more.
And that was very arousing to her.
It had always been a turn on to her to be tickled, but to be tickled and
be completely unable to stop it or escape was maddening and so exciting to
her. The Lashes teased and danced over
her fair skin, which was now flushing pink as she squealed with laughter.
Donna was the most surprised of the three. She had seen the Lashes approaching her
underarms. But she was unaware, deep in
the Excessive Machine, of more Lashes moving towards her feet. She strained and writhed, her breasts
bouncing with her giggles, but to no avail.
She was held fast in the Excessive Machine. Then, the Lashes struck her feet as well.
“OH NO HO-HO-HO-HO!
PLEASE NOT MY FEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!”
Duran Duran drank it all in with glee. He had spent many years devising such
exquisite tortures. Some induced
pleasure, some induced pain, some tickled, some itched. Indeed, many times, he had tickled his
victims, but he had never seen three such sensitive women in all his life. Even the accursed Barbarella had not been so
sensitive. He was eager to see how they
handled more direct sexual stimulation.
But he could tell they were already highly aroused. Once he had actually seen a woman tickled to
orgasm. No other simulation had been
applied, she had been merely tickled, but she orgasmed nevertheless. Duran Duran decided to see if these three
so-called Sirens would do the same. He
raised the power to the Lashes slightly.
The result was instantaneous. The intensity of the tickling suddenly spiked. Meaghan shrieked, Donna squealed, and Rachel
whimpered. The tendrils themselves did
not tickle so much as it was the sparks he strobed out of them. Duran Duran had discovered a long time ago a
certain kind of static charge that could stimulate nerve endings with
astounding intensity, and leave no mark.
He learned how to control this energy with incredible precision. He could cause excruciating pain, or
exquisite pleasure. He designed his
Lashes to deliver either, depending on his whims. He had also used this technology in the Excessive Machine, as
Donna would soon discover. Now,
however, he used the light static charges to tickle his captives. And it was time to step up the attack.
More Lashes emerged.
Rachel felt her body shift. The
pads she was strapped to were moving, shifting her position. Her legs were pulled back, and bent at the
knee. Her legs were spread wider, her
knees almost even with her jiggling breasts.
Her arms were pulled back, and her back arched, thrusting her breasts
forward. Beads of sweat were beginning
to form on her brow. Her crotch
glistened with her honey as her excitement mounted. Her sensitive clit stood out proudly, welcoming attention. Four more Lashes appeared, and joined in
tickling her body. Two of them teased
and stroked her ribs and belly, even as the other two focused on her tits and
underarms. And two more began
skittering up and down her thighs. The
danced ever closer to her pink labia, but never quite reached it. But Rachel squealed in delight and alarm as
she felt the teasing of her upper, inner thigh. Duran Duran dialed up the
intensity to the Lashes again, and Rachel began wriggling desperately, but
helplessly. She bucked her hips, but
couldn’t escape the tendrils assaulting her pussy. She pulled mightily, but couldn’t draw her arms down. She shook and wriggled, but couldn’t free
her breasts, her underarms, or her ribs of the tormenting Lashes. But she did feel a pressure building up in
her groin.
Meaghan rocked and pulled.
The Lashes teased and tickled her feet and her underarms. Now four more Lashes joined the fray. Two
moved into place, and began to tease her breasts and nipples. One Lash attacked her ribs, and one her
ass. Then a seventh Lash emerged to
assault her pussy. Tendril sparks
teased the smooth, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. One Lash actually reached down, and lightly
teased her frenum, the small patch between her pussy and her puckered
anus. Meaghan screamed in response,
trying vainly to pull her hips away.
This was an exquisite torture for her.
She was the most ticklish of the three.
Her legs quivered, her breasts bounced as she squealed and giggled. When the intensity increased again, she
thought she might pass out. She felt a
pressure building inside her that she knew would soon explode. It was unbearable, but inescapable.
Donna gasped for air, her skin flushing almost red. Tears streamed down her face. The Lashes skittered up and down her arms,
moving across sensitive skin from her elbows to her underarms, teasing just
outside the swell of her jiggling breasts.
They teased her feet, her toes, her arches. Now, she was dimly aware through the tickling haze of the machine
powering up. Duran Duran stroked the
keys almost lovingly. The arms began to
undulate.
“<GASP> OH MY GOD!!! OOOOHHHH-HO-HO-HO-HO!”
Donna tensed in the machine, a surge of intense pleasure
coursing through her. The tickling
continued unabated. Sweat poured down
her body. The surge of pleasure faded,
leaving her gasping between giggles.
Then, she felt more tickling sensations ripple over her body. She wriggled helplessly, assaulted by these
new sensations. A thin film of special
polymers was under the arms. The arms
generated more of the static charges.
The charges were diffused by the film, and directed into her body. Sensitive sensors were able to detect the
most vulnerable areas, and directed the charges there. Duran Duran’s playing modulated the speed and
intensity of the charges. Now he dialed
he intensity down. It was his
accustomed method of playing the Excessive Machine; an intense burst of
pleasure, easing back the power so a gentle tickle is generated, then the
power, and the pleasure, builds. Duran
Duran kept the power down, allowing the tickling of the machine to join the
Lashes still assaulting Donna’s helpless body.
She strained and pulled at her bonds.
Stretched out inside the machine as she was, she couldn’t pull away from
the arms at all. She could barely
wiggle from side to side, and that did no good. There was no escape from the maddening, wonderful tickling. And she felt the pressure build deep inside
her.
Their laughter echoed off the walls. The guards watched mutely, all six of them
growing more aroused. Each man was now
nursing serious fantasies. Duran Duran
dialed the intensity up another notch.
The Sirens’ shrieked and squealed, laughing uncontrollable. Meaghan’s nipples were stiff and swollen,
feeling as if they would burst.
Rachel’s groin throbbed in frustrated desire. Donna felt as if she would burst. On and on the tickling went; merciless, unrelenting,
intensifying. They whimpered and
pleaded, giggled and squealed. And the
pressure built.
It built slowly, torturously. Each woman was now desperate for some relief. Duran Duran dialed up the intensity up
another two notches. He still had ten
more to go on the Lashes’ pleasure settings.
The Sirens wailed and screamed with laughter. It was pure torture. And
the pressure built. It built to a fever
pitch. It burned deep inside them. It increased and increased, and it felt as
if it would ever stop.
“OOOHHHHH PLEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! OOOOOHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!”
Meaghan tensed, quivered, and the climax exploded out of
her. Her nectar gushed out, coating the
cylinder beneath her. The glow of the
Rapture burst out, shining brightly.
“AAAAHHHHA-HA-HA-HA-AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!! YESSSSS!!!
YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!”
Rachel’s back arched, she threw her head back, and let the
ecstacy thunder through her. Her pussy
gushed, and the Rapture’s glow followed.
“PLE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEEASE!!! OOOOHHHHH NO! OH
YES! OH NO! OH GOD!”
Trapped inside the Excessive Machine, Donna strained, her
body bursting with rapture. She shook
with release, her crotch spurting with her honey. Her body glowed bright white as the Rapture claimed her. For long minutes, the Sirens strained as the
came, their cries mingling in the air, a symphony of orgasmic bliss. Finally, they slumped back, spent, gasping,
heaving. For a full minute, Duran Duran
allowed them to rest. He studied the
sensor information streaming across a screen beside the Excessive Machine’s keyboard. He stood up, and gestured at the guards.
“Bring in the collectors.”
The guards scurried out, returning in seconds with several
clear cylinders, almost like fluorescent light bulbs. The snapped them into outlets near each machine, turning them
into place with a snap. Duran Duran
swept from the room. He entered a
control room, and strode over to the banks of controls beneath a series of
screens. The screens were filled with
sensor readings and video images of the Sirens. He reached for a particular bank of keys. It was time to take it to the next step.
“<gasp> AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Donna tensed and cried out as unexpected, intense pleasure surged
into her. The Excessive Machine roared
back to life. But the gentle tickle -
which to Donna’s hypersensitive body had been unbearable - gave way to powerful
ripples of pleasure as the arms undulated over her. The Lashes continued to lightly tease and tickle her feet and
underarms. She squirmed and whimpered
helplessly as this new ecstacy took her.
Duran Duran toggled switches in the control room. Sensors recorded and streamed data across
the screens. He ignored it. He would examine it all later. He reached for another bank of keys. The Sybian’s main cylinder rose under
Meaghan’s crotch. Two small panels slid
open, and a pair of dildos emerged; one larger than the other. The larger phallus was a large, studded
dildo. Unbeknownst to Meaghan, the
studs were designed to vibrate slightly, and could project out from the dildo a
few centimeters. There were small nubs
at the base of the phallus meant to stimulate her clitoris with powerful
vibrations. Meaghan couldn’t see any of
this however. She could only listen as
the Sybian rose, and could only gasp in surprise when she felt the tips of the
dildos press against her pussy and anus.
Instinctively, Meaghan relaxed her muscles, and the dildos, which were
lubricated, slid easily inside her body.
Meaghan groaned and arched her back, the muscles in her stomach
tensing. After the tickling and the orgasm,
her body was tingling worse than ever, craving more sexual stimulation, and
dreading its intensity at the same time.
The dildos slid fully into her body.
Meaghan waited for what must happen next, her chest heaving.
Duran Duran toggled yet another bank of keys. A black box rose from the floor towards
Rachel’s still-wet pussy. The top slid
back. A number of mechanical tentacles
- wiry, strong servo-motors covered with a flesh-like poly skin - rose up. They were dripping with lubricant. There were long thick tentacles, and
shorter, thinner tentacles. They
twitched as they approached Rachel’s exposed vagina. Two of the longer ones wrapped around Rachel’s upper thighs,
further securing her. Another long,
thick tentacle eased forward. Gently,
it began to rub Rachel’s moist, pink labia.
She moaned, rocking her hips gently.
Pleasure throbbed though her.
Her chest heaved, and the Lashes moved closer to her breasts and teased
her stiff pink nipples. The tentacle
slid deep into her pussy, and Rachel responded with a long, deep groan. The tips of the tendrils wrapped around her
thighs gingerly stroked the outer lips of her spread labia. A smaller tendril snaked down, and began to
lightly stroke her frenum. Rachel
giggled, gasping as the tentacle started slowly to pump in and out of her. She arched her back, feeling the pleasure
course through her.
In the control room, Duran Duran slowly worked up the
intensity. He eased up the power to the
Excessive Machine. Donna writhed
uncontrollably. Her gasps were mingled
with giggles as the Lashes continued to tickle her. Waves of pleasure washed over her in time to the undulating
arms. Dimly, she was aware of a
vibration near her groin. Duran Duran
had activated the next device hidden in the Excessive Machine, the device that
could deliver enough pleasure to actually kill. The device, shaped to fit a woman’s crotch rose into place. A small receiver atop the device collected
the static charges, and directed them at the victim. Twin beams stabbed out; a wider beam which enveloped and
stimulated Donna’s pussy, and a narrower, more focused beam which was directed
at her swollen, throbbing clitoris.
“OOHH!!
OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Donna tensed. She
clenched her fists, curled her toes, and screamed. A powerful orgasm thundered through her. Her pussy gushed as she came. She shuddered, lost in the climax. Her body began to glow with the
Rapture. As the glow increased, the
strange cylinders attached to the Excessive Machine began to fill with a
swirling, glowing substance. Duran
Duran eased the power up a bit and increased the Machine’s tempo. Donna responded immediately, launching into
another orgasm. She squealed and
trembled, caught in an orgasmic tidal wave of pleasure. Through it all, she felt the Lashes tickling
her, and that served only to intensify the orgasm. He brought the power up another notch, launching Donna into
another plateau of pleasure. The
Rapture glowed bright, and the cylinders slowly filled with the strange substance.
Duran Duran turned back to Rachel. He increased the speed of the tentacle that
was slowly pumping her pussy. Rachel
responded with a long orgasm. When it
faded, another, smaller tentacle slid into her ass. She gasped in surprise, and felt a new wave of pleasure throb
through her. The tentacles set up a
steady, alternating rhythm of thrusts.
Meanwhile, the Lashes nearest her breasts wrapped themselves around her
stiff nipples. They rhythmically
squeezed them, static charges strobing across them. Rachel yelped in surprise, her eyes flying wide open.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!
OHHHH YESSSSSSSSS!!!!”
Rachel gasped and shook with release. The orgasm was long and intense. Her pussy spasmed and gushed, shooting fluid
out from around the tentacle stuffed inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Finally, after nearly a minute, the orgasm faded. She gasped for breath, sweating and
panting. Then, with no warning, the
tempo increased. The tip of a tentacle reached
down, and began lightly stroking her glistening clit. Within seconds, the orgasm claimed her again. Rachel’s body began to glow with the
Rapture, and, as with Donna, the cylinders surrounding her began to fill with
the white, swirling substance.
Meaghan, all this time, had been left waiting. She had seen the intensity of Donna’s and
Rachel’s sexual ordeals increase. Her
own anticipation was increasing, because she knew it was only a matter of time
before attention was returned to her.
She quivered and whimpered, hovering on the edge of stimulation. The Lashes had stopped stimulating her, but
hovered, waiting. She felt the two
phalluses buried deep inside her. Duran
Duran reached over to the controls. He
had wanted to build her tension up. Now
he was ready to unleash it. All at once
it happened.
“OOOHHHHH!!!! OOOH MY GOD!
AAAAAAAHHHNNNNNNNN!”
The Lashes attacked, teasing and tickling her on her feet
and underarms, squeezing her nipples.
The phalluses began a low, gentle vibration. Meaghan came almost instantly.
The orgasm was quick, but intense.
The Rapture’s glow appeared. The
phalluses began to increase in speed, and rotated ever so slightly.
“EEEEEEEEEP!
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Meaghan climaxed again, her pussy flowing with her
honey. Her body tensed as the orgasms
began their usual quick fire through her.
One, two, three, four, five more before they stopped, only to pulse
through her again in a few seconds.
Duran Duran eased up the speed of the Sybian’s dildos, and dialed up the
intensity of the Lashes. He toggled a
control, and the nubs lining the vaginal dildo began to buzz at another, faster
rate. They began to project out from
the main shaft in a wave like pattern.
Meaghan threw her head back and squealed. The studs pressed against her g-spots, causing surges of orgasmic
pleasure. After another five orgasms,
Duran Duran activated the final component.
The nubs at the base of the vaginal dildo began to vibrate directly
against Meaghan’s swollen clit.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Inexpressible, unbearable ecstacy flooded through the
Sirens’ bodies. They writhed and
wriggled, tensed and shook with release time and time again. Their bodies dripped with sweat, their
pussies gushed with each orgasm. The
room echoed with the grinding of gears, and the cries of the Sirens. The Rapture light filled the room, and was
siphoned into the strange cylinders.
With growing disbelief, Duran Duran dialed up the speed and intensity of
his machines. The Sirens squealed,
groaned, whimpered, and cried out in response, helpless before the onslaught of
pleasure. But they continued to endure
it.
Finally, the cylinders were full. Duran Duran consulted the data stream flooding one of his
consoles. He could not hide the
surprise on his face. He eased back the
intensity slowly, letting the machines cycle down. He called in the guard captain.
“Get more collectors in place now. Then, rotate them.” The guard captain stared at him, incredulity
written all over his face.
“Sir, are you sure?
I mean...” Duran Duran cut him
off.
“Just do it!”
“Yes sir.”
The machines finally powered down. The Sirens each slumped back, panting and
exhausted. The guards entered the
room. A few collected the full
cylinders onto a metal cart. They
replaced them with empty, clear cylinders.
The others unstrapped the Sirens, then carried them to a different
machine. Rachel was lowered and
strapped into the Excessive Machine.
Donna was placed onto the Sybian, her arms stretched over her head. Meaghan was strapped down onto the Teasing
Table. The guards scurried out of the
room. Within seconds, the machines
again roared to life.
Rachel groaned as the Excessive Machine played over her
body. The clitoral stimulator clicked
into place, strobing beams across her pussy and clit. Her long, sustained orgasms resumed, and the cylinders grew full
again. Donna felt the Sybian’s
phalluses slide into her. As they began
to vibrate, rotate, and pulse, and as the nubs buzzed against her clit, her
body was consumed by tidal waves of ecstacy.
Powerful orgasms that built in intensity crashed through her. The Rapture glowed, filling the
cylinders. Meaghan writhed as the
Teasing Table’s tentacles thrust into and out of her pussy and ass. Her climaxes surged through her again and
again as the tips of the tendrils teased her frenum and clitoris. The Rapture claimed her, and her cylinders
grew full.
After this second, long sexual torture, the cylinders were
filled. Duran Duran again ordered the
cylinders replaced, and again ordered the Siren’s rotated. Now, Donna was strapped to the Teasing
Table, Rachel placed on the Sybian, and Meaghan lowered into the Excessive
Machine. They endured another long,
intense session in the machines. And
again, they filled the cylinders with the strange, swirling substance. As the machines powered down, Duran Duran
ordered the guard captain, to remove them from the machines.
“I think they could go longer, but I have the data I
need. We’ll let them rest. For now, anyway.”
“Sir,” the captain began.
Duran Duran turned to face him.
He could read the man’s intent plainly.
“Don’t worry, captain.
Your men will get what they want soon enough.” Duran Duran and the guard captain left the control room. They returned to the Pleasure Dome, as Duran
Duran liked to call it. The Sirens had
been unstrapped from their restraints.
The three of them had finally passed out from the sheer exertion.
“Get them cleaned up, and take them to the guest
quarters. I want guards posted at all
times. They are NOT to be touched until
I say, understood?”
The guards saluted, and carried the Sirens out of the
room. Duran Duran swept out after them.
THE END