I want to be fucked, hard, furiously, urgently!
I struggle to spread my legs, to ease the growing ache and hunger
spreading through my body but the clamps hold them tightly in place.
I arch my back as the air blows against my hardened nipples, stroking
them, sucking them, punishing them. More, more, more, I want to
scream. My whole body is drenched in sweat as the heat presses down
on me. Something drips onto my breast. I force my eyes open to see
smoldering drops of a clear liquid drip from a nozzle on top of the
sphere. The liquid lands on various parts of my body, scorching my
skin for just an instant before melting into a gentle warmth. My
skin is reddening, tingling, sensitized and throbbing. The sharp
pain of the dripping liquid and the immediately warmth and comfort
which follows makes me moan in pleasure and delirium. This feels so
good, so damn good. The drops land on my thighs, legs, stomach,
shoulders, arms, breasts. I squirm as more drops plop onto my
breasts, cresting nearer and nearer to my nipples. My muscles are
clenching so hard, I can hardly breathe. Finally, the liquid lands
directly on my nipples and the searing, pulsing heat and pain sends
me over the edge. My whole body is on fire as I come undone. I grit
my teeth, feeling the flames of pleasure consume my body, spreading
and burning through my consciousness. I writhe and shudder as waves
of blinding pleasure wash over my body. Every muscle and nerve in my
body tightens and clenches painfully, beautifully, uncontrollably,
until finally my body releases me and I slump onto the table, spent
and sated. The white heat slowly drains from my mind and my eyes and
I gain a semblance of control over my senses.
I blink the tears from my eyes. “What the hell
just happened...? How did...?” I suddenly realize that the
clamps are no longer around my wrists and ankles and I jerk my arms
down and hug my knees, curling into a ball. I start to shiver
uncontrollably as the walls of the sphere lower into the metal
circumference around the operating table. Julian steps over the
circumference, holding out a coat. “Here.” He wraps the
coat round my shoulders and holds me. “You did well. You're
all right now. You did so well, Sophia.” He kisses the top of
my head, and I burst into tears. What the hell is wrong with me?
“ You are perfect. I knew you were perfect. I
just knew,” he says softly.
I lurch away from him and stumble off the table, my legs
wobbly and my mind groggy. “I...I'd prefer if you don't touch
me right now.” My words come out in a fierce whisper.
Julian nods, pushing his hands into his pockets.
I clutch the coat tightly around me. It is too large
and too long for me but it shields my naked body from Julian's wide,
dark eyes. His throat moves, as if to say something, but I know that
nothing he can say right now can make me feel better. I just feel so
naked and...violated, even though nothing has been inserted into any
part of my body. In fact, nothing solid seems to have touched me.
I sway on my feet.
Julian has kept his promise. He has not hurt me or
humiliated me. Yet...
“ I'll go to my room now. I know the way.”
He nods again and I can feel his eyes on my back as I
yank the door open and stumble out of the room.
I badly need a bath. I feel I need to scrub myself raw
and then I need to sleep, a deep, dreamless sleep to lose myself and
perhaps to convince myself that I haven't lost my mind. Not yet,
anyway.
Pulling the coat tighter around my body, I stagger
across the shadowy landing. I reach out and jerk frantically at the
knob of the first door I reach. The door swings open immediately,
and I hesitate for an instant at the doorway. The interior is dark,
but I can make out a king-sized bed and a writing desk at the corner.
My hand feels past the door frame and make out a switch. Snapping
the lights on, my eyes dart into every corner to make sure there is
no one in the room.
I hear a step behind me and I whirl round to see
I struggle to spread my legs, to ease the growing ache and hunger
spreading through my body but the clamps hold them tightly in place.
I arch my back as the air blows against my hardened nipples, stroking
them, sucking them, punishing them. More, more, more, I want to
scream. My whole body is drenched in sweat as the heat presses down
on me. Something drips onto my breast. I force my eyes open to see
smoldering drops of a clear liquid drip from a nozzle on top of the
sphere. The liquid lands on various parts of my body, scorching my
skin for just an instant before melting into a gentle warmth. My
skin is reddening, tingling, sensitized and throbbing. The sharp
pain of the dripping liquid and the immediately warmth and comfort
which follows makes me moan in pleasure and delirium. This feels so
good, so damn good. The drops land on my thighs, legs, stomach,
shoulders, arms, breasts. I squirm as more drops plop onto my
breasts, cresting nearer and nearer to my nipples. My muscles are
clenching so hard, I can hardly breathe. Finally, the liquid lands
directly on my nipples and the searing, pulsing heat and pain sends
me over the edge. My whole body is on fire as I come undone. I grit
my teeth, feeling the flames of pleasure consume my body, spreading
and burning through my consciousness. I writhe and shudder as waves
of blinding pleasure wash over my body. Every muscle and nerve in my
body tightens and clenches painfully, beautifully, uncontrollably,
until finally my body releases me and I slump onto the table, spent
and sated. The white heat slowly drains from my mind and my eyes and
I gain a semblance of control over my senses.
I blink the tears from my eyes. “What the hell
just happened...? How did...?” I suddenly realize that the
clamps are no longer around my wrists and ankles and I jerk my arms
down and hug my knees, curling into a ball. I start to shiver
uncontrollably as the walls of the sphere lower into the metal
circumference around the operating table. Julian steps over the
circumference, holding out a coat. “Here.” He wraps the
coat round my shoulders and holds me. “You did well. You're
all right now. You did so well, Sophia.” He kisses the top of
my head, and I burst into tears. What the hell is wrong with me?
“ You are perfect. I knew you were perfect. I
just knew,” he says softly.
I lurch away from him and stumble off the table, my legs
wobbly and my mind groggy. “I...I'd prefer if you don't touch
me right now.” My words come out in a fierce whisper.
Julian nods, pushing his hands into his pockets.
I clutch the coat tightly around me. It is too large
and too long for me but it shields my naked body from Julian's wide,
dark eyes. His throat moves, as if to say something, but I know that
nothing he can say right now can make me feel better. I just feel so
naked and...violated, even though nothing has been inserted into any
part of my body. In fact, nothing solid seems to have touched me.
I sway on my feet.
Julian has kept his promise. He has not hurt me or
humiliated me. Yet...
“ I'll go to my room now. I know the way.”
He nods again and I can feel his eyes on my back as I
yank the door open and stumble out of the room.
I badly need a bath. I feel I need to scrub myself raw
and then I need to sleep, a deep, dreamless sleep to lose myself and
perhaps to convince myself that I haven't lost my mind. Not yet,
anyway.
Pulling the coat tighter around my body, I stagger
across the shadowy landing. I reach out and jerk frantically at the
knob of the first door I reach. The door swings open immediately,
and I hesitate for an instant at the doorway. The interior is dark,
but I can make out a king-sized bed and a writing desk at the corner.
My hand feels past the door frame and make out a switch. Snapping
the lights on, my eyes dart into every corner to make sure there is
no one in the room.
I hear a step behind me and I whirl round to see
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