Revenge of the Dixie Devil by Kin Fallon, Alexander Thomas, Sylvia Lowry, Chris Westlake, Clarice Clique Page B
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warm again, alive. This morning was wasted as I contemplated stopping the experiment. I decided to take care of the greenery breaking through the drawbridge, only to find that there are now small flowers growing from the vines; will attend to them tomorrow.
The testing of the nervous system was dangerous beyond the perils of the previous stages. I knew that there was no way but forward, but feared to damage Mark II. As I looked upon him I felt a strange pull, a feeling I do not understand. I wanted no harm to come to him. I imagined a life in this castle with him. The pumping exhausts me but also invigorates me. I calculated that I could probably manage two or three pumping sessions a day. I thought that I could be happy with that life; to see him warm, flushed for 30 seconds twice or thrice a day.
I tried to reason with myself throughout the morning, knowing that the experiment must go ahead. Finally I began to prepare the system, but it was not reason alone that pushed me but an image of him animated, alive.
Nervous was the right word for my disposition today. I prepared the charged magnets in the salt solution module and aligned the resulting stimulator with the major nerve from his hand. I placed his other hand in the other module in order to detect any successful stimulation of the nervous system.
I began the breath pump and found that it had got easier with practise. I released the blood flow mechanism and immediately released the magnets in the stimulator. The charge of the magnets worked first time; the first hand jerking and then the second. The skin flushed and filled again. In the slight jerk of his arms I imagined the potential for greater movement, shakes to match my own.
I removed his wet hand from the module and stroked it; warm and fat. I continued to trace my finger around it. I slipped my other hand behind my waistband and began to trace a finger around myself. I felt my throbbing and my pulse and my blood flowing as I hope his will. I kissed his hand, a strange thing to do, then pulled my own hand from the site it had not yet satisfied.
I locked my fingers with his while I struggled, one-handed, to reset the systems. After some tussling I managed it. I began pumping again and released the flow. I saw the flush and the fattening as the oxygenated blood went around the body. I took the second hand from the second module in a quick movement and placed it where I wanted it; against the hottest part, the throbbing part, hidden beneath my clothes. I released the magnet of the stimulator. The effect came quickly, like lightening.
There was an initial jerk, his body, his arms, chest, sex, and hand moved quickly; my excruciating pleasure was instantaneous as his hand clasped, his fingers pinching together hard, my engorged point stuck in their grasp. I fell onto him for support as the intensity bounced around my body; the blood and heat stuck in that one point around which all my energy flowed. As he released me the nerves relaxed, all tension left. I panted, leaning against him, and that’s when I think I saw his eyes flicker.
I feel now more alive than I have felt in all my days of experimentation. I have studied nerves and the feelings of the body in great detail while planning my Mark II but I did not truly feel anything myself until he felt, until I felt it through him. The most important thing is the success of the experiment but this by-product is not unwelcome. My Mark II, I reforged my nerves so I could feel you.
My Mark II, The day.
Oh, my Mark II. I dreamt of you last night, so excited was I for this day to some. I made the preparations for your coming. I reset the magnets, placing the stimulator modules by your heart. I wound the blood flow mechanism and stood by your side with the breath pump.
I began pumping my hopeful breath into your chest and watched you fill and expand. I set the blood flowing and watched you flush as the blood moved through your body, taking the oxygen through you. I
The testing of the nervous system was dangerous beyond the perils of the previous stages. I knew that there was no way but forward, but feared to damage Mark II. As I looked upon him I felt a strange pull, a feeling I do not understand. I wanted no harm to come to him. I imagined a life in this castle with him. The pumping exhausts me but also invigorates me. I calculated that I could probably manage two or three pumping sessions a day. I thought that I could be happy with that life; to see him warm, flushed for 30 seconds twice or thrice a day.
I tried to reason with myself throughout the morning, knowing that the experiment must go ahead. Finally I began to prepare the system, but it was not reason alone that pushed me but an image of him animated, alive.
Nervous was the right word for my disposition today. I prepared the charged magnets in the salt solution module and aligned the resulting stimulator with the major nerve from his hand. I placed his other hand in the other module in order to detect any successful stimulation of the nervous system.
I began the breath pump and found that it had got easier with practise. I released the blood flow mechanism and immediately released the magnets in the stimulator. The charge of the magnets worked first time; the first hand jerking and then the second. The skin flushed and filled again. In the slight jerk of his arms I imagined the potential for greater movement, shakes to match my own.
I removed his wet hand from the module and stroked it; warm and fat. I continued to trace my finger around it. I slipped my other hand behind my waistband and began to trace a finger around myself. I felt my throbbing and my pulse and my blood flowing as I hope his will. I kissed his hand, a strange thing to do, then pulled my own hand from the site it had not yet satisfied.
I locked my fingers with his while I struggled, one-handed, to reset the systems. After some tussling I managed it. I began pumping again and released the flow. I saw the flush and the fattening as the oxygenated blood went around the body. I took the second hand from the second module in a quick movement and placed it where I wanted it; against the hottest part, the throbbing part, hidden beneath my clothes. I released the magnet of the stimulator. The effect came quickly, like lightening.
There was an initial jerk, his body, his arms, chest, sex, and hand moved quickly; my excruciating pleasure was instantaneous as his hand clasped, his fingers pinching together hard, my engorged point stuck in their grasp. I fell onto him for support as the intensity bounced around my body; the blood and heat stuck in that one point around which all my energy flowed. As he released me the nerves relaxed, all tension left. I panted, leaning against him, and that’s when I think I saw his eyes flicker.
I feel now more alive than I have felt in all my days of experimentation. I have studied nerves and the feelings of the body in great detail while planning my Mark II but I did not truly feel anything myself until he felt, until I felt it through him. The most important thing is the success of the experiment but this by-product is not unwelcome. My Mark II, I reforged my nerves so I could feel you.
My Mark II, The day.
Oh, my Mark II. I dreamt of you last night, so excited was I for this day to some. I made the preparations for your coming. I reset the magnets, placing the stimulator modules by your heart. I wound the blood flow mechanism and stood by your side with the breath pump.
I began pumping my hopeful breath into your chest and watched you fill and expand. I set the blood flowing and watched you flush as the blood moved through your body, taking the oxygen through you. I
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