times she had to wrench herself back as her head had nodded as if in the aftermath of one of her regular nights of wild excess.
It was precisely on the mark of thirty minutes that Raven stiffened to that familiar feminine voice, registering it for the first time as odd – all the other impositions had been male. “System cycle reset complete.” With an eagerness she expected of her own slaves in her previous life, Raven scrambled to impale herself again on the dildo that had driven her body wild and threatened to drive her mind half mad.
She quickly positioned hands and feet and drove down on the phallus, easily sliding onto it, natural lubrication only adding to her humiliation.
“Incorrect weight distribution. System reset. Restore in two minutes.” It was a reprimand she was growing to hate and she shot panicked eyes down to readjust her hands ready, squarely on the pads, waiting to be allowed to continue. Clumsy bitch.
‘Too bloody eager to get fucking’ Raven’s inner voice said, wagging a metaphorical finger at her. “Come on, come on!” she beseeched through gritted teeth, hips rolling back and forth already on the phallus as if she needed practice for what she knew was soon to come.
Eventually the familiar countdown droned toward her launch. “Come on you fucking bitch, let me have it.” Raven wasn’t entirely sure though what ‘it’ was.
“System restore complete. Reset successful,” stated Raven’s metallic Mistress. “Position correct. Pump activated. System engaged.” Her tormentor was met with a growl and a hard thrust back on the dildo to stir the liquid into life.
As Raven ground her hips, the water wasn’t the only thing stirred into life. Shuddering with the assault of sensations, she ground hard, hips rolling as they restarted their own rollercoaster. Sucking, lapping, then sucking again, the liquid slowly eased through the system as something else stampeded toward her.
“No! Not a-fucking-gain!” Her body was deaf to the chastisement, fucking itself frenetically as if her life was dependent on the pursuit of orgasm rather than water.
With a rabid need she suckled and lapped, pursing her lips to form the perfect seal to draw the water up the tubing as best she could. Water had to win the race. It was self-preservation but as she felt the first drops of liquid caress her tongue and smooth down her throat it was the last rational thought she had. Her body once again devoured itself in a torrent of fulfilment.
Raven shook with the intensity of a climax that burst through the weakened walls of her defences. Shuddering with the force, her injured shoulder gouged its own reminder and she collapsed, only to be admonished. “Incorrect weight distribution. System reset. Restore in two minutes.”
The phrase catapulted her from the peak of fulfilled pleasure to the abyss of despair. She needed more water but the body she was trying to keep alive was wantonly conspiring against her each time.
“No. No.” Her whisper was weak and sinking back off the phallus a tear formed. The watching eyes of Alexei sparkled in triumph, the captive woman starting to come apart as the process continued.
CHAPTER XII – Intervals
The broken woman curled into a protective ball, hugging latex clad knees to her chest on the white-tiled floor. The remains of the catsuit offered scant insulation from the chill but she was beyond caring that the full curve of her naked ass was exposed through the torn rear of the tight garment. In all her trials, in all her struggles, Raven had relied on herself to pull through. Sex and allure had been her sword and shield, potent in their promise, certain in their success but here they had let her down.
She had been unable to melt the ice of captors whose hatred had inoculated them against anything she could offer, and in her moment of deepest need, her own body had fucked her as surely as it had fucked
It was precisely on the mark of thirty minutes that Raven stiffened to that familiar feminine voice, registering it for the first time as odd – all the other impositions had been male. “System cycle reset complete.” With an eagerness she expected of her own slaves in her previous life, Raven scrambled to impale herself again on the dildo that had driven her body wild and threatened to drive her mind half mad.
She quickly positioned hands and feet and drove down on the phallus, easily sliding onto it, natural lubrication only adding to her humiliation.
“Incorrect weight distribution. System reset. Restore in two minutes.” It was a reprimand she was growing to hate and she shot panicked eyes down to readjust her hands ready, squarely on the pads, waiting to be allowed to continue. Clumsy bitch.
‘Too bloody eager to get fucking’ Raven’s inner voice said, wagging a metaphorical finger at her. “Come on, come on!” she beseeched through gritted teeth, hips rolling back and forth already on the phallus as if she needed practice for what she knew was soon to come.
Eventually the familiar countdown droned toward her launch. “Come on you fucking bitch, let me have it.” Raven wasn’t entirely sure though what ‘it’ was.
“System restore complete. Reset successful,” stated Raven’s metallic Mistress. “Position correct. Pump activated. System engaged.” Her tormentor was met with a growl and a hard thrust back on the dildo to stir the liquid into life.
As Raven ground her hips, the water wasn’t the only thing stirred into life. Shuddering with the assault of sensations, she ground hard, hips rolling as they restarted their own rollercoaster. Sucking, lapping, then sucking again, the liquid slowly eased through the system as something else stampeded toward her.
“No! Not a-fucking-gain!” Her body was deaf to the chastisement, fucking itself frenetically as if her life was dependent on the pursuit of orgasm rather than water.
With a rabid need she suckled and lapped, pursing her lips to form the perfect seal to draw the water up the tubing as best she could. Water had to win the race. It was self-preservation but as she felt the first drops of liquid caress her tongue and smooth down her throat it was the last rational thought she had. Her body once again devoured itself in a torrent of fulfilment.
Raven shook with the intensity of a climax that burst through the weakened walls of her defences. Shuddering with the force, her injured shoulder gouged its own reminder and she collapsed, only to be admonished. “Incorrect weight distribution. System reset. Restore in two minutes.”
The phrase catapulted her from the peak of fulfilled pleasure to the abyss of despair. She needed more water but the body she was trying to keep alive was wantonly conspiring against her each time.
“No. No.” Her whisper was weak and sinking back off the phallus a tear formed. The watching eyes of Alexei sparkled in triumph, the captive woman starting to come apart as the process continued.
CHAPTER XII – Intervals
The broken woman curled into a protective ball, hugging latex clad knees to her chest on the white-tiled floor. The remains of the catsuit offered scant insulation from the chill but she was beyond caring that the full curve of her naked ass was exposed through the torn rear of the tight garment. In all her trials, in all her struggles, Raven had relied on herself to pull through. Sex and allure had been her sword and shield, potent in their promise, certain in their success but here they had let her down.
She had been unable to melt the ice of captors whose hatred had inoculated them against anything she could offer, and in her moment of deepest need, her own body had fucked her as surely as it had fucked
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