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Randall blinked at the woman standing before him, telling him to follow.
She stared back passively, not at all budging from where she stood, waiting for him to answer.
“W-Wait… what the fuck is going on?” he asked, but the woman shook her head.
“If you have questions, I am not the one you’ll be asking. Follow me, Randall, and I will take you to the one who will.”
There was no trust for this woman. She was not of the crew, and she sure as hell didn’t seem like a total prisoner. And unlike Moira, she seemed far more in control of herself.
“And if I refuse?”
“Then the Machines will have their way, and you will not have such an opportunity again. And they can be quite… harsh, when someone spurns such generosity.”
Randall gulped nervously; he’d already experienced what those machines could do… experiencing worse seemed unhealthy.
He exhaled in resignation, and then looked up at her.
“Fine,” he acquiesced.
“Good. Follow me,” she indicated, turning around and gesturing for him to follow.
He got to his feet, though his legs felt wobbly; after Moira’s intense session, and everything that happened before that, he was feeling quite weak. Not weak enough he couldn’t walk, but it took a few steps before he regained his strength, following behind the woman.
Her strides were confident, she had no fear walking these alien halls. But there was also a subtle sway to her hips… and given her utter nudity, her only ‘attire’ being the mechanical frame closely hugging parts of her body, it was hard not to be distracted.
But Randall couldn’t shake the feeling he was being led into the lion’s den, feeling this woman was a danger. He wanted to escape, get away from this place.
He followed her out into a hall beyond, wide for humans but just too small for the regular machines. Not without it being a very tight fit.
The architecture here seemed only mildly more human oriented, and otherwise remained quite bizarre and unwelcoming. They eventually entered a series of corridors that ran around various rooms, some appearing empty, others seemingly devoted to machinery of unknown purpose… whilst some, their iris doors cracked open, seemed like living spaces for a handful of people. And Randall spied a fleeting number of other humans, clad in similar flush-fitting, exoskeletal frames around their spines, shoulders, and legs.
They had to be from the LEYLINE Project base… after all these years, they were still alive.
But what were they now, really…?
Randall grimaced, starting to freak out a little. Such that the woman’s shapely rear did not offer much of a distraction.
They then passed by a T-intersection, the woman leading him straight ahead, but the branching corridor ran straight to his left… and at the end, he saw a door open, revealing the hollow interior of the massive multi-layered spire this was all integrated in.
There were cables just beyond, cables that looked like he could’ve climbed.
It wasn’t logic that dictated his decision. He grimaced, and with a surge of panic, suddenly broke away from the woman and made a mad dash towards the door.
He didn’t hear the woman exclaim or shout or anything, and he wasn’t exactly listening. All he could hear was his breathing, heavy in his ears as he pounded down the corridor.
Alas, he did not get very far, as one of those centipede-shrimp machines he saw in the LEYLINE lab emerged from a vent in the wall.
He yelped and skidded to a stop, almost falling over. Giving it enough time to flank him, spin him around, force him on his knees, and restrain him, metallic limbs clasping around his neck and head.
He struggled, but could not fight against the machine’s strength. And watched as the woman approached, clicking her tongue and shaking her head in disappointment.
“That was a very foolish and rude of you, Randall,” she chastised. She did not seem angry at all. “We are gracious hosts, but we don’t appreciate such bad manners, especially after offering knowledge.”
She looked at him, as if wondering what to do with him. He let out a quiet whimper.
“Please… I’m begging you, let me go, let us go,” he pleaded.
“This world is not open to outsiders. Coming here has consequences, but we are not the sort to hurt those who trespass. We have better ideas. As for more immediate consequences… I should send you down to the hive pits for the Guardians to toy with. But, it would be a waste to not give you the answers you seek. So, since my compatriots and I are gracious hosts, I will take you to my superior. But you will behave. You will be made to.”
She raised a hand and snapped a finger. Another of those small machines scuttled along the roof to her, and curled down off the ceiling to present itself to her… holding a strange device.
Though, perhaps not so strange when Randall saw it side-on… its shape was quite phallic, looking like a segmented shell of a penis, balls and all.
The ‘glans’ split open in clam shell fashion, revealing an interior covered with small, circular glossy nodules.
The hollow shell then opened up along the top, and the woman crouched down to slip what was effectively a chastity cage onto Randall’s cock, though it seemed far larger than he was erect.
Because it was adjustable… the segmented components whirring at a near-silent pitch as the two halves closed up, and the ‘balls’ folded into place, cupping and containing his own sack.
Discrete lubrication seemed to be released… and then came the vibrations and the electrical stimulation, as it locked in place around the root of his cock.
He loosed a shivering groan, and quickly grew hard. Once he was erect, the shell contracted until it was snug around his member, a tight fit, but not painfully so.
It was the constant thrum of low intensity vibrations and carefully metered electrical stimulation that was slowly proving to be the real pain, for entirely different reasons.
Namely… it wasn’t enough for him to cum.
“What is this?!” he blurted out, hips thrusting in reflex as his nerves were excited, but simply not enough.
“It’s your punishment. You’ll be allowed to orgasm when I am satisfied you have learned your lesson… if nothing else, this will ensure your compliance. Now come, we’ve wasted enough time.”
She gestured upwards with a hand, and the machine holding onto him let him go.
He whimpered… and like a submissive follower, he trailed after the woman, face twisting with the edging pleasure he had no way of stopping, his hands periodically trying to claw the device off, but it was rather firmly affixed to his dick.
“It won’t come off, Randall. Accept the penalty and show some obedience, and you will be freed from it. Once I have taken you to my superior.”
“And… haa… who the fuck is your superior?” he demanded.
The woman did not answer, simply opening an iris door at the end of the corridor, a narrow, brightly lit tube with a circular platform within.
She stepped in, and turned around.
“You already know,” she answered cryptically.
Randall stumbled inside and groaned as his rod twitched and leaked, but remained just out of reach of release. Even when he tried to squeeze and stroke the shell, he couldn’t add enough stimulation to push him over the edge.
It was hell.
And her cryptic nonsense wasn’t helping. Nor did the sudden acceleration as the platform ascended, his stomach lurching.
They must have been going pretty high before they finally hit the top, and another door opened, this one into a broad hallway with conduits flanking the sides, converging on the wall at the end. Each conduit pulsed with a brilliant energy, and another iris door at the end was lit with a red halo, giving Randall more than a few ominous vibes.
The woman stepped forth casually, and Randall staggered after, his contained erection making things more than a little inconvenient.
He tried to keep his hands away from his shaft, since it was pointless, and he was trying to cling to some dignity. He felt like would’ve preferred being beaten to this.
They approached the door, and it opened.
On the other side was a large, brightly lit room; its sides were angled inwards towards the back, and the wall behind them looked curved, and with a protruding part-cylinder of enormous gunmetal-grey machinery pulsing with red and blue crackling light between the segments of its shell, Randall got the distinct impression the room was a portion of a larger circular structure… perhaps near the peak of the inner spire.
Cylinders rose out of the floor on either side, spaced equidistantly to one another, and some seemed to crackle with an unfathomable energy… or at least, a great deal of electrified plasma.
Others had conduits gently pulsing energy into them, and they looked a little different. Something about them unnerved him.
Cables and cords ran across the walls and the floor, but a clear path was kept devoid of clutter, leading all the way to the back of the chamber, the floor raised up a few steps towards the section of machinery.
A low, constant thrum filled Randall’s ears, and the air was alive with energy, prickling his skin and making the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stand on end.
The woman led him along the path, several of those flying machines creeping by the edges of the room, watching.
He found it rather easy to ignore them when his dick was burning with frustrating stimulation.
Up the several steps to the raised floor, and they stood before the section of machinery.
There, a plate on the front slid away, and a glass casket slid forth. The canopy split open, and the curved glass sheets slid into recesses on either side… revealing the form of a bald man, his arms and legs embedded in the metal, stuck in ports that seemed to glow a soft blue light. Cables and tubes were sticking into him all over like IV drips. His junk was swallowed by a bulky tube, and flat armatures with pads rested over his nipples.
His skin was pale, and it looked like he had been in there for some time. He wasn’t emaciated, but he seemed a little skinny all the same.
And yet, despite that, he did not seem unhealthy… or all that bothered to be hooked up, for that matter, regarding Randall with a cool, even slightly amused curiosity. His eyes were bright, their blue hues seemingly alive with thought and consideration. He was in his early forties, a few wrinkles here and there on his bald head, and possessing only a hint of stubble.
Metal brackets hung over his ear, and there was a similar brace pressed to his forehead, but something about the way he looked at Randall made it seem to them that he was not in some brainwashed trance.
“So, Randall Koch, is it?” the man spoke.
There was no point in playing dumb.
“Y-Yes,” Randall groaned out, still subject to the torment of that edging cage.
The man in the machine noticed, and glanced at the woman.
“Yvonne, I think it would better serve us if he could think a bit more clearly,” he said to her.
“Very well,” she answered, and looked to Randall. She made a motion with her hand… and the stimulation around his cock ceased.
His immediate reaction was to inwardly lament this change; he was held at the edge for so long, and now he wasn’t getting a chance to release.
After that initial disappointment, thankfulness prevailed, glad to finally have a somewhat clear head, even if the blueballs hurt.
“That’s better,” the man said, turning his attention back to Randall. “I suspect you have many questions.”
“Don’t patronise me… who the fuck are you?” Randall demanded.
The man didn’t seem bothered at all by Randall’s impolite tone.
“Ah, yes. Introductions are in order. I am Doctor Marcus Banks, former director of the LEYLINE Project. Of course, you know that. You accessed my files, after all.”
There was a flurry of emotions and thoughts in Randall’s head; he remembered those journal entries. He remembered the early clues about the machine presence on the planet, the mentions of mysterious ‘benefactors’, the nature of what they were trying to do… and of course, that rambling final entry of a man gone mad.
But what really got Randall, was the implication that the machines knew those files had been accessed; that lab was never going to be a safe haven…
They probably knew he and his friends were there the moment they stepped through the doors.
Nevertheless, it was insane that people from the lab were still alive, all these years later. And seemingly doing the bidding of the machines.
Randall turned his head downward, looking left and right at the floor in disbelief.
“You’re… still alive?” he muttered.
“We all are,” Marcus responded. “Machines our new benefactors may be, but they have an… aversion, shall we say, to death. Inflicting it especially so. Especially after meeting us.”
“Meeting you?! They’re kidnapping and raping people, you crazy bastard!”
“In your eyes, yes. But we are the trespassers on this world, and they are not human. They have their own ways of dealing with these things. Besides… they have need of us.”
Randall gave Marcus a quizzical look.
“Need us? For what?”
Marcus smirked, as if waiting for this moment.
“You see, the other purpose of the LEYLINE Project, was to see if a powerful, but simple AI could be developed, one that could ‘inhabit’ the energy field of a planet, using it as a form of constantly moving data storage. Yes, it’d need to have ground-based systems to act as an ‘anchor’, but it’d otherwise be far less susceptible to attack. We never did make much progress on that front, but everything else was moving slowly but smoothly.”
Marcus paused for a moment, tensing up, and then relaxing, a satisfied sigh leaving him. It didn’t seem like orgasm.
“That hits the spot,” he said. “Ah, yes. As I was saying… you see, these Machines… they too were looking at something similar. By almost pure coincidence, but this planet’s unusual magnetic field, gravity, and the curious mineral formations abundant on the planet helped nudge them towards the same theories. However, it wasn’t until our arrival that they started to make strides. We made progress where they couldn’t. And then… they discovered the wonders of bodily pleasures. When they managed to parse what it felt like, updated their processors to experience it… they craved it like nothing else.”
Marcus laughed a little manically.
“Of course, it’s not just pleasures of the flesh they were after; whilst we were trying to find a way to create a literal ‘cloud’-based server for an AI, along with communications and wireless energy transfer systems, they studied us for the progress we made where they had not. And they came to a novel conclusion; with our minds acting as supporting computational nodes, along with an ability to surprisingly adapt to these connections with the proper neural interfaces, they hoped to advance the research even further. And more than anything, having the power of imagination in a way they don’t has proven to be quite a boon in this process, for reasons even I cannot quite understand well enough to explain sufficiently. Of course, this process is also quite… taxing. And they need enough of us to be able to conduct these experiments frequently, without ‘burning us out’, as it were. We lend our minds, and they show us a new future for us.”
“A new future?! As slaves?! Just look at you, man! Don’t you see yourself?! Strapped into that goddamn whatever-the-fuck-it-is machine?! Don’t you realise what they’re doing to you?!”
Randall looked at Marcus with a desperate expression, eyes wide and manic.
Marcus simply grinned and chuckled like Randall was a fool.
“Oh, you are mistaken, my friend; this was my idea.”
Randall went still and cold.
“… what?”
“You see, I saw what they wanted. I saw their goals, and as a scientist, I had to assist! It is my research as much as theirs. But being… ‘liberated’, wasn’t enough. I would assist with other study, whilst I was ‘resting’, but that just wasn’t enough. So I came up with this novel idea, with their assistance. In this machine, I can mesh with the systems of the City, interface with them in a way that eases the strain on my mind. It also feeds my body, deals with its needs, and lets me focus on the research at hand. I chose this, Randall. I am a better scientist for it. And I still have arms and legs in here, I can go free, if I want… but I’ve rather gotten used to this. It offers me an entirely different sort of freedom.”
Randall stared at the smiling scientist with a look of complete incredulity; the man had gone insane.
“And what about us?” he asked warily.
“A new society awaits you and your friends. The chances of you returning home are slim. The planet’s gravity may be varied within sane degrees, but the debris field orbiting the planet was accelerated to exceptionally hazardous levels some time ago. Of course, as long as that transmission still repeats, people will likely continue to come, though it may be time to kill it; you found your way here, and the chances are others will follow. They will join us too in bliss, comfort, and new purpose, but the machines have no desire to start a war they cannot win. Here, though… we will become something new. Humans and machines together as partners, pushing the boundaries of science and pleasure. If nothing else… I fear our former benefactors would not like people coming back with evidence of their actions. Or these Machines. Really, it is better you remain here.”
Randall was starting to shake in a mixture of rage and distress.
“You can’t be serious… you can’t hold us here! This is madness! You’re all fucking crazy!” he shouted.
“Perhaps… but you’ll understand in time. It is, after all… a brave new world.”
Marcus laughed, and then glanced to Yvonne.
“Go ahead. He’s yours. I have research to attend to.”
Yvonne nodded, and gestured with her hand… and the device around Randall’s dick spurred to life again, making him groan and his knees almost buckle.
“Have fun, you two~” Marcus teased as the glass panels for his ‘casket’ slid back into place, and he was drawn back into the machine.
“Oh, I shall~” Yvonne answered, sounding much more… devious now, that flat impassiveness seemingly fading.
She stood over Randall and pursed her lips in teasing appreciation, a wicked, playful chuckle escaping her.
“You and your comrades will be most welcome here, once you learn to accept us~” she assured.
“Go to hell,” Randall cursed, but his voice didn’t sound so fierce, wavering from that stimulation; his cock was already hard again, at full mast and snugly contained in that treacherous device, thrumming vibrations, electrical pulses and direct nerve stimuli quickly pushing him to that edge.
Between everything else, he lacked the strength to fight back, especially when Yvonne pushed him down to the metal floor, lukewarm but tingling with power contained in the panels beneath.
There was a hunger in her eyes, a domineering expression on her lips, and it terrified Randall; unlike Moira, who did not seem entirely herself, Yvonne was in control of her faculties… and knew exactly what she wanted as she straddled his hips.
Her hands moved to his bare chest, and slowly trailed those fingertips to his shoulders, up his arms, until finally pinning his wrists down to the floor.
He struggled, but it was weak and useless; Yvonne was stronger than she looked, and he just didn’t have the energy.
A quick glance between her thighs, and he saw how wet she was. It was obscene how quickly she grew aroused.
“I’ve been looking forward to this~” she crooned, teasing his covered tip with her pussy lips, sensually gyrating her hips.
To his dismay, he discovered that didn’t transfer any stimulation to his tormented dick; only Yvonne got anything out of it, moaning softly as her bust hung over his head.
She used her ankles to keep his legs spread, further locking him down. She had no desire to fight him for what she wanted. And so, with only a few more teasing gyrations – for her own benefit, not his – she eventually dropped down upon his mast, sinking to the root.
It felt a little thicker due to the device that clung to it, and with its not-so-smooth outer surface, probably imparted more stimulation. It was enough to make her moan salaciously, her mouth opening wide and her eyes closing, revelling in the insertion.
She started gyrating her hips, twisting his cock about inside her, but again, his stimulation remained unchanged, whilst she pleasured herself like his dick was nothing more than a dildo.
He whimpered, and that prompted her eyes to open, staring down at him with a dominant hunger.
“Oh, I enjoy it when people make those sounds~ Rest assured, I’ll give you release when I am satisfied… but I am a voracious lady~”
She laughed wickedly, and moaned when she started twisting her hips more vigorously, her rump grinding and squashing to his hips.
He whined, even that sensation getting him no closer to release.
After a little while, she started to bounce, jolting him into the floor just a little uncomfortably, but even that wasn’t enough to take his mind off the edging torment his cock was receiving… even as he saw Yvonne take his member from root to tip repeatedly, juices coating the metallic surface of his ‘cage’, glutes starting to slap against his body.
“Yesss… yesss~!” she exclaimed, huffing pants escaping her immediately after.
Every now and then, she paused, just to roll her hips and twist his cock about, either against his tip, or his root, stirring his contained rod about inside her.
But the sensation never changed for him. He could only imagine how much precum he was pushing out, because he could just feel it over the torturous pleasure particularly concentrated around his glans, but nowhere on his cock wasn’t getting stimulated. Even his balls were constantly buzzing with arcing electrostim and massaging vibrations.
He squirmed and bucked, his hips even leaving the floor… but his torture remained unchanged, whimpering and gasping desperately for any sort of release as Yvonne rode him mercilessly.
She was starting to shiver, though he couldn’t really feel it, not through his dick at least. A sign of her encroaching orgasm, but no indication if it was going to be her satisfaction.
A few more bounces, and she loosed a whorish cry into the air, spasming atop of him, sputtering her ecstasy all over his crotch, her grip on his wrists tightening.
She jerked and flinched, showing just how intense her release was… and he didn’t experience any of it, tears starting to form the corner of his eyes.
She got to relax and calm down from her bliss, whilst he was left to writhe beneath her in edging hell.
She rolled her hips upon his cock, moaning softly in lingering pleasure, and smirked at him.
The damned witch knew the power she had over him, and she was enjoying his plight. Enjoying how every little movement she made had no effect on him, other than to taunt him with sights that did nothing for his cock, but played on his mind.
Of course, Yvonne had other torments in her mind, leaning down and arching her back so she could bring her lips to his neck, kissing him softly and erotically, lips drawing together slowly, giving her tongue time to graze against his skin before each smooch was finished. And when she moved to a new spot, her tongue dragged across his skin with salacious curls, long and firm.
It made him loose a shuddering sigh, but he still tried to glare at her. Seemingly poorly, as she giggled playfully.
He preferred her when she was aloof.
He huffed as she slipped off his cock, leaving the sheath glistening in the lights of the chamber, soaked in her fluids. Her belly grazed against it, Yvonne sliding backwards a little, but Randall felt nothing… save for her lips finding his nipples, and sucking on them luridly, tongue dabbing to the nubs and curling its tip against them. Her lips clasped tight to the area around his bumps, leaving behind warm wet patches of saliva.
His chest heaved in response to this teasing, his arms still held in place by her hands. Chuckles left her lips, right against his chest, almost taunting in nature.
His hips bucked into her pussy again, agitated by the relentless edging stimulation that buzzed through his member and his balls, encouraging them to churn a massive load.
She pulled away from his nipples, and loomed over his face. Her narrowed eyes accompanied an expression of twisted lust, half in control, and half ruled by it.
It scared him a little.
And then, she kissed him, firmly, hungrily, tongue slipping into his mouth. He shook his head, trying to throw her off, but her lips remained sealed to his, and it felt like more of his strength was leaving him the longer her lips remained stuck and suckling to his mouth, her jaw working away erotically.
The aggressive kiss lasted for a while, and she rolled her hips upon his sheathed cock the entire time, twisting it about for her own pleasure, the only sensation he got the tugging at his root from his member bending every which way.
Inside that terrible sheath, he felt soaked, precum leaking endlessly.
He didn’t want to beg, but the frustration and denial plaguing his mind was degrading his resistance terribly.
He squirmed beneath her until she stopped grinding against his cock, and she released the kiss, leaving him to pant.
She smirked at him, playfully flicking his lips downward with a finger, before she lifted herself off his cock with a gasp.
The dark segmented metal, angled ever so slightly out and downward, was utterly coated in moisture, glistening in the light of the chamber.
However, it wasn’t just her arousal… it seemed the micro dispensers of lubricant were on both sides.
Which is why she was able to turn her back to him, slide down his body… and lower her hips onto his tip, pucker pressing against the subtly outlined glans.
His arms were free now, but he couldn’t find the strength to sit up and try and force her off. Leaving her to tease herself in preparation, grinding her backdoor to his tip with slow, lecherous gyrations of her hips, stirring his member about slightly.
After a little bit, she dropped down lower, stretching open her rear until his glans was taken inside. She gyrated some more, moans leaving her lips, and bit by bit, she took more of him inside her ass.
Eventually, she was grinding her glutes luxuriously to his lap, her rump still pleasantly curvy in her slenderness. Her skin was smooth, and brushed over his crotch enticingly. Just more torment for the man who couldn’t cum.
A low groan left her, and she stopped to savour the feeling of fullness inside her rear.
After a moment, she tilted her hips, and started to take him in and out of her ass, moving her body in flexible manner without resorting to bouncing motions. And still, she rose from root to tip, and pushed his member against her walls.
She must have been tight, but he couldn’t feel it. Tears rolled down his cheek as the stimulation modulated to keep him from cumming, as if it was reading his body and nerves directly, to keep him as close to the edge as possible, with no hope of tipping over.
He had to watch the erotic flexing of her body as she rode him, her spine undulating left and right, up and down with such fluid grace, the metallic frame running flush with her body moving just as flexibly, and showing it was no hindrance.
She had to have been spending much of her time the past few years fucking her comrades, not just getting fucked by the countless alien machines… and she’d gotten good at it.
It only made Randall feel worse, wondering just how she would’ve felt without that damned thing on his dick.
He whined in need, but it was drowned out by Yvonne’s lecherous moans.
“Yesss~” she hissed in delight, satisfied with her pleasure… but she wanted more.
She started to bounce, her rump impacting his hips and jiggling expectantly, the clapping echoing around the machinery in the chamber.
Her moans took on a lower pitch, and grew hotter and heavier. He saw how her body was quivering, and watched her bust bounce even from behind.
The salacious woman was close to her second orgasm already. She slammed her hips down upon his, still not enough to push him over the edge.
And finally, she forced herself down in one meaty drop, the softer parts of her body rippling. She cried out in bliss and spasmed again, juices sputtering upon the floor.
Her ecstasy lasted for a while, her body jolting and buckling several times, before she calmed down with a luxurious smile.
She crawled off his dick, which could still bob even in its confines, just begging for release.
He groaned, and raised his head; he mightn’t have been begging, but his face was pleading.
She smiled, and rolled herself over onto her back.
“How badly do you want to cum~?” she asked him.
He managed to sit himself up, though he was crouched and bowed over, cock desperately throbbing between his legs.
“… please...” he uttered almost silently.
“What was that~?”
“Please!” he shouted, whipping his head up and fixing her with a teary-eyed glare. “Please, I’m begging you, let me fucking cum already!”
Yvonne’s smile deepened.
“Then… come here, and earn it~” she commanded, beckoning with a seductively curling finger. Her other hand splayed her labia wide, exposing the moist, pink flesh between.
A hot breath left him, and he found himself crawling over on all fours to her. He stared at that slit for a moment, his brain half-inactive from the frustrating stimulation torturing his dick. Things then kicked into gear a little, and he leaned in close, and started curling his tongue up and down that slit, hooking his arms around Yvonne’s thighs for support.
In his desperation, he grew ravenous quickly, practically slurping at her pussy, plunging his tongue into her entrance and waggling it around, before finding her clit and focusing on it, tongue lashing at it aggressively.
He suckled, he tugged, he pushed his face into her crotch. There was no finesse to his efforts, only a desperate need to get her off so he could have his release.
Fortunately, it seemed his efforts were working, moans issuing from Yvonne’s lips, her head rocking back and one hand groping her bust.
He was almost afraid years of ‘fraternisation’ with the machines would’ve made it impossible for his meagre human body and relative inexperience to give her any sort of stimulation, but the little shivers running through her body suggested otherwise.
He had to keep the momentum up, to get her off soon. He didn’t know how long he’d had the device on, but it wasn’t like being brought to the edge and let back down, to wait, and be brought back up again. He was on the knife’s edge the entire time, every little reduction in stimulation only slight. It was a level of precision he couldn’t handle.
It made his efforts sloppy, but in the end, he latched to her clit and let his tongue flog it until she cried out and spasmed. He coughed against the surge of fluids, pulling away from her pussy to watch her quiver, bracing himself against the floor once more.
His hips continued to jerk forward in helpless, yearning need. He couldn’t control it, the reflexes overriding his conscious thought.
Yet when Yvonne calmed down, he was met with more frustration.
“You are… quite beastly~” she praised. “But that isn’t enough… come, if you want to act like a beast, then fuck me like one~”
She laughed, and he gave her a simpering look, borderline despairing.
If he couldn’t get release after this, he was going to lose his mind.
With some mustered determination, but mostly a mind ruled by arousal and need, he crawled over her, hips bucking reflexively.
Her legs loosely wrapped around his waist once he was in position, and she draped her arms over his back, looking into his eyes with a mixture of dominant lust and playful teasing in her own.
His cock grazed over her pussy, though it wasn’t a conscious effort on his part, hips now practically thrusting into the air in anticipation.
He knew he wasn’t going to feel anything, but his dick didn’t seem to quite believe that.
He had to make her cum, or he was done for, so he thought.
With one final moment to draw on determination, he pushed inside of her, laying himself against her body, head resting on her chest… and began to thrust.
Much like his cunnilingus, he lacked much in the way of skill, and his tormented mind made his efforts crude. But he soon found himself thrusting away at a decent pace, his hips clapping against her own, her softer parts rippling.
She loosed a seething breath of pleasure, and held him tight against her body, but she left him in charge of his own movements.
It was bizarre, rocking his hips so vigorously, and getting nothing in return, no sensation of motion, no slick flesh gliding against his rod, and no steadily building climax.
Just the constant buzz of the edge, and her own satisfaction.
Still, he could feel the little shivers in her body, and hear her low, sultry moans. Every little arch of her spine indicated a jolt of pleasure racing along it. That gave him hope.
He tried to alternate things, to keep the stimulation different and switch things up a little. But damned, it was hard, trying to tilt his hips and push into the sides of the canal, or against the top.
It had the desired effect, she seemed to moan every time, but more than anything, it seemed his speed and force was what he needed. He couldn’t match the more precise stimulation the machines offered, even if she seemed just as sensitive to him.
He thrust faster, harder, the clapping really filling the room now, jolting her body forward each time. If he weren’t laying atop of her, her breasts would’ve surely been rocking back and forth.
Her gasps and cries were exquisite, but he just wanted to cum. He wanted her to be satisfied so he could be released.
The lengths of his thrusts shortened, but the pace quickened, until it was a rapid smacking that made her howl.
“Yes, yes~! Just like that~! More~! Fuuuuuck~!”
Her voice reached a new pitch, a far cry from the aloof aura she exuded prior. And with it, came her fourth orgasm, her body clenching hard around him, all her limbs locking him down as she spasmed and sputtered, her cry taking on a shuddering edge as her release tapered off.
She soon relaxed once she calmed down, though her limbs still held him tight. She gently tilted his head up to make him look into her eyes, Randall starting to feel a strange mix of despair and submissive arousal every time he saw the perverted authority in her expression.
“You’ve done well, Randall Koch~ And you’ve lasted so long… you deserve your reward~”
She waved her hand, and tightened her legs until there was no hope of him pulling away.
At once, the stimulation around his cock increased. It was pure ecstasy, and he practically screamed into her face as he came.
His cock jolted so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of the sheathe that contained it, his balls contracting like bellows to pump such thick loads out of his dick.
He realised then that a little slit at the tip of the sheathe must have opened up, because he didn’t feel his discharge flooding the space within the sheathe.
His full ejaculation was being drained right into her pussy, and he couldn’t pull himself free.
She laughed and rocked her head back.
“Yes, that’s it~” she purred. “Mate with me~”
He did not like that choice of words, but he could barely think about it, because that stimulation didn’t stop. The sheathe was still shocking ecstatic pleasure into his cock, keeping his long-built orgasm going, milking him for every drop. It became almost painful, his hips twitching mindlessly, Randall starting to whimper and cry for the opposite reasons; he was desperate for release for so long, denied to him, and now he was desperate for the pleasure to stop, given no escape from it.
She held onto him as he began to squirm and writhe in maddened fashion. Only after a while of giving nothing more, did Yvonne turn the device off with another wave of her hand.
He went slack instantly, panting against her chest, the remnants of tears sticking to his face.
That had been too much. His mind was frayed, and his body was exhausted.
And Yvonne tenderly cupped his cheeks, almost affectionately, her expression both devious and gentle. As if she hadn’t just tormented Randall more than anything in his life ever had.
She pulled him into another kiss, and then released him from her embrace, sliding him out of her and rolling him onto his back.
She removed the device from his cock, the insides utterly slick with lubricant and precum, the smell hitting Randall. Yvonne seemed to enjoy the musky aroma, sighing appreciatively.
“You’ll be a wonderful addition to the Collective~” she crooned, caressing his cheek, before she stood up, and gestured into the air.
The two squid machines Randall had forgotten about skulked over, regarding Yvonne with a seeming sense of subordination.
“He is ready. Take him down to Integration. It’s time for him to understand.”
The machines did not skip a beat, and scooped Randall up in their tentacles.
He was terribly afraid, but by this point, his mind and body were just exhausted, offering only token resistance, and nothing more.
Whatever Yvonne meant by ‘integration’, he could only imagine it meant more hellish pleasure.
The machines exited through a hatch above the door he entered, and was brought forth to the central area, glimpsing the ceiling above, energy crackling into a nexus right below the central point, enormous conduits rising up through the peak and presumably to a structure outside.
But he was being taken downwards. The flying machines spiralled around the central pillar in their descent, passing numerous platforms, satellite structures and passages elsewhere into ‘city’.
He reminded himself of what he saw as he was brought to this place… the central spire, though massive in its own right, was only the centre of an expanse of metal and crackling power lines.
Albeit, a domineering centre, the heart and brain of the entire place.
Down he went, lower than he’d ever gone before, passing by that massive machine that caught him earlier. Past open hangers filled with more of the squid machines, hanging themselves in racks, hooked up to cables as if to refuel or recharge. They were frighteningly large, over a hundred machines in each… and mingling with other types, including some that looked like crabs mixed with spiders, far bulkier than the thing that groomed him.
He was taken to a level below this, though not all the way to the bottom of the spire. The machines deftly turned into an opening in the central spire, the hatch parting in several segments as if waiting for them.
They flew inside the dimly lit tunnel, barely anything for him to see. And then, they emerged into a space, once again a circular chamber.
And once again, the walls lined with pods.
But unlike the one he found himself in, and had escaped, this was more cramped… and there were far more pods. Enough for at least two hundred humans.
A handful were filled, though he could barely see what was happening inside, for they were filled with a reddish liquid.
But he could see them twitch and squirm, bubbles occasionally rising to the top of the pod.
The rest were empty, their canopies parted like sliding clam shells.
The machines carrying him, however, did not seem immediately interested in placing him into one of them, instead bringing him to the centre of the room, a circular pad of an unknown, soft material providing for the perfect bed to be placed on.
He was released, but Randall just didn’t have it in him to run anymore.
He curled up and eyed them fearfully; as scary as Yvonne was, at least she was mostly human. There was a face to tell what she was thinking, eyes that burned with a lust he could recognise.
These things demonstrated nothing. They had a face full of robotic eyes, solid and static. They had no way to emote, they said nothing.
The only thing he had to go on, was the way they moved… and the way they touched, a tentacle from each of them brushing the blunt edges of their claws over his body with an almost sensual grace.
Did they like him? Were they really capable of such emotion? Or was this all masterful programming? Something in between?
They were alien to him. This whole place was alien, and it was at this point he understood that he was doomed. They had him and he was never getting out.
That didn’t stop him being scared. He had a sneaking suspicion that they didn’t want to break the minds of their captives, not entirely.
He’d be aware of everything they did to him.
More tentacles joined in caressing his body, curling around him, and slowly enveloping his body in the bizarre sensation of cold metal segments delicately gliding over his skin.
Their claws opened up, and carefully grasped at his softer parts, gently grazed sharp points across his skin, and ever so delicately teased his pucker and his junk.
To his dismay, he felt a stirring in his loins, but the machines seemed disinterested in tormenting him sexually so quickly. They had other ideas. What, he didn’t know… but the encircling touch of their tentacles was getting to him.
He could barely tell where the limbs of one ended, and those of the other began.
In fact, he swore he spied limbs brushing over the machine in his view.
Was this some sort of perverted cuddle session? He didn’t know what to think about that, that these machines could ever be interested in something so… intimate.
Though, as always, twisted with salacious intent, given their lingering touches to his junk, his back door, and soon, his nipples.
They even brushed over his lips, pressing the soft linings of those tentacles equipped with milkers to his body. Was that their equivalent to a kiss?
He whimpered, and they did not react.
Soon, he could barely see his body, cocooned in slowly slithering metal tentacles, somehow more comfortable than their segmented appearances suggested.
They moved close, and he felt his body crowded and weighed down by their bulk. They were warm, heated by some internal power source that must have generated a decent temperature, but not enough to be unpleasant.
It was then he spied those feelers, emerging and closing in on his body.
He started squirming in panic, knowing what their touch meant, but he was utterly trapped.
However, when they grazed over his cheek, he felt no additional stimuli. Just the ticklish pressure they applied as the tendrils traced over his face.
They were still only grazing his dick, barely doing anything to him. More and more, he was sure this was some perverse form of cuddling, perhaps to give him a chance to rest.
Just how addicted had they grown to pleasure? Though it also terrified him, the kind of synthetic intelligence that could develop this sort of desire made him question their nature.
He never asked where these machines came from, who built them…
The cuddling continued for some time, before one of them pushed their frontal tube against his lips, no doubt trying to feed him.
He barely resisted, and groaned as it pushed into his throat, that thick jelly rolling down his throat, settling into his gut.
In a way, this made the nightmare worse… a gentler moment, maybe even affectionate. These things were truly twisted.
The tube was withdrawn from his mouth, and that was when he was slowly released from the tangle of tentacles that had cocooned him.
However, it was not real respite, the two machines pushing away to give room to a third; one of them crab spider machines.
It approached on its sharp legs, thick and bulky, its claws kept closed.
The ‘chelicerae’ opened up, and he saw a port within oozing a clear liquid, along with feelers not unlike what those squid machines had.
They were faintly glowing, so he already knew it was not going to be a dead touch.
He tried to crawl backwards, but those claws reached out and carefully grasped his ankles, and prised his legs apart, leaving his cock exposed to the advances of the synthetic creature. It did not have eye clusters like the other machines, rather having sets on either side as large as his two fists together, at least five on either side, and two at the front, reinforcing the spider vibes.
He watched as those feelers neared his member, half-erect from the attention it received before, and the moment they made contact, he felt that terrible tingling. It was weaker, probably to spare him overwhelming pleasure so soon after what Yvonne did.
It didn’t mean he wasn’t twitching his hips already, precum just barely starting to ooze from the tip, his balls flinching as feelers probed around them.
Meanwhile, the two squid machines watched from the sides, slithering larger tentacles over to brush against his head and cheeks.
Once his cock was at full mast, the spider crab’s feelers slowly coiled around his junk, snaring his balls, his shaft, and of course, wrapping up his glans.
That tinging sensation made his dick throb in the grip of the feelers, their glowing tips starting to wriggle and coil back and forth and up and down all around his dick, stroking slowly and making his cock thrum with sensation.
It reminded him perilously of that sheathe Yvonne tortured him with.
Though it wasn’t that intense right now, and having something actually move against his rod made the experience less hellish.
It didn’t change the fact he was being milked by this thing, and he suspected it was going to do so much more in the coming moments; these machines had demonstrated how much they liked to push the limits of their captives.
Fluid leaked from the pulsing orifice nestled between the mechanical chelicerae, the spider ‘drooling’ onto his cock to lubricate it.
Soon those tendrils were gliding over his mast with perfect slickness.
They started to move faster too, and he felt his cock throb more powerfully.
He was reminded that he was not alone, when two tentacles from the squids beside him moved to latch onto his nipples, imparting their suction and intensifying the pleasure he received.
He tried to dig his fingers into the material he was resting on, but it wasn’t that easy… so he found two tentacles and gripped onto them instead. He just wanted something to hold, even if he feared pinching or worse with his fingers between the segments… but they remained still while the other tendrils waved about.
The claws that held his legs were hardly comfortable, even if they looked meant to safely grab a person. He almost wished they were being held by tentacles or something else more delicate.
He groaned, and accepted his position, gasping as the feelers around his dick started to increase the potency of that wicked nerve stimulation. His cock bounced in response, and loosed a thick dribble of precum, quickly smeared across his shaft.
He grit his teeth and watched the machine, and tried to get a better look at its body; overall, it was like a spider, a main head and body unit where its legs attached, and a broad abdomen, though short as well, with a smooth top reminiscent of a crab.
He didn’t think it could produce silk… so he thought. Even the main body was quite broad. He got the impression this thing was meant for situations that the lighter ‘flying squids’ might’ve been too soft to handle.
Disconcerting when he recalled how the heavy survival rifles at the camp did nothing to these machines… then again, maybe an autocannon would make them think twice.
Though Marcus had said the machines weren’t interested in war. If they got what they wanted, they’d be free to torment him and his fellows in peace until the end of days.
Such morbid thinking, but he found it hard to feel depressed with the way his body was feeling. He could feel pressure beginning to build inside of his cock, an orgasm on its way.
The spider seemed to sense this… and immediately latched its chelicerae around his hips, locking down and holding him against its face as it inserted his dick into the ‘mouth’.
The tug of the suction and stroking walls was felt immediately, and the rippling contractions, drawing inward, was every bit as stimulating as the orifices used by the squids.
Speaking of, they let go of his nipples, his chest glistening with their basic lubricant… allowing the spider to lift him into the air by his waist.
He shrieked in panic, and squirmed, like caught prey and nothing more as the spider sought to ‘slurp up his juices’, the inner sleeve of the orifice starting to rotate, the bumps and the wavy ridges and firm metallic nodes grinding pleasantly into his cock. The latter started to pulsate with vibrations and a low-level electrical stimulation.
As for the feelers, they wrapped around his exposed balls, digging their terrible points into his sack and directly stimulating his testicles.
Very quickly, he found himself racing towards an orgasm, bent over the head of the machine, trying to find anything in reach to grasp. Its claws had released his legs, so they were left free to kick and flail.
He huffed, he whined, he cried out as he was drawn closer to orgasm.
These machines… they were more depraved than anything he could think of.
He moaned helplessly, an edge of pleading in the noise as he struggled in reflex, before crying out and bucking into the ‘maw’ of the machine, loosing a thick load that as swiftly sucked down into its body.
It did not relent any time soon, making sure he was spent for this round, its thoroughness a torture for him, prolonging the peak of stimulation for at least a minute. Maybe two.
He started to bang on the metal carapace of its head.
“Stop, goddammit, stop! I’m losing my fucking mind, stop… oh god… fuck!”
Did it listen to him? Or was it timely coincidence? Because the terrible ecstasy of its ‘maw’ ceased, and the pressure eased too. He was placed back down on the pad, left to pant from that moment of intensity. It wasn’t new to him, but every time, it was intolerable. It’s like the machines had designed themselves to be impossible to get used to.
He took every second of respite he could get, knowing it wasn’t going to last; these machines were never that easy on him.
Sure enough, he watched it slowly crawl over him, each step heavy, the low-pitched clacks unsettling to his ears.
It passed over him, its metal underbelly far less smooth than its top, seeming more vulnerable, though he wasn’t sure how anything could really exploit that. Mines and remote bombs, maybe, but he wasn’t a soldier. And he didn’t know what these things could do.
His attention was instead focused on the slit that opened up near the rear of the machine, about a third from the tip of the abdomen.
Fluids leaked forth, and the port revealed within the slit slid forth, trickling down on his member.
He momentarily tried to crawl away, but the port struck as if an insect’s stinger, and took his cock to the hilt, the slippery walls crushing tightly around his member.
But unlike its ‘mouth’, no tugging sensation or suction was imparted upon his rod. He could certainly feel small ripples, and the buzzing thrum of vibrations, and rhythmic clenches, but this seemed to be secondary stimulation.
The primary source soon came, when it started rocking its abdomen, and plunged his dick repeatedly in and out of that sloppy port, the soft squelching reaching his ears as synthetic lubricant rolled down onto his balls.
Between the chaotic texture, the clenching and the vibrations, these motions got to him quickly, especially whenever he felt the many ‘spines’ deeper into the canal, soft on their surface, able to bend at their roots, but quite rigid. They scoured his glans harshly, and each tip seemed to thrum with vibrations.
It made him wince, each downwards drop of the machine accompanied by an intense scraping of his helm, rough but pleasurable.
He groaned beneath this humping, unable to find anything to grip onto, the machine’s underbelly just out of reach and its legs too far apart.
He watched it widen its stance, however, bend its spidery knees, and lower itself further, all so it could pull its abdomen higher and drop it a shorter distance. Of course, its legs moved, assisting its humping, making him groan.
Randall could reach it now, but he wasn’t keen on grabbing what was within arms’ length, too many moving parts he feared could hurt him if he was not careful or this machine did something sudden.
He could already feel himself nearing another climax, helpless to resist the ecstasy building in him.
The claws of the machine came down to open up and push against the pad as if bracing itself, whilst those feelers from between its chelicerae waved about in the air, unable to reach his face.
That wasn’t true of the squids, one of them managing to get just close enough to tease his face with probing touches, the feelers glowing now, so every little poke came with a zap of tingling sensation, making the muscles in his face flinch. He yowled between that and the alien humping he was subjected to, starting to squirm already.
He knew he needed a good rest. He needed a chance to sleep, a chance to recover. He hadn’t slept since he was put in an induced slumber in that one chamber, and though it left him invigorated, he no longer felt energetic for it, subjected to constant depravity since he woke up.
He wondered what was going to happen once these machines were done… they didn’t bring him to this place just for their own fun.
They were enjoying him before they put him in one of those pods.
He whimpered, and silently thanked that he didn’t have much to leave behind back on Earth; no close family, no living parents, the majority of his friends – and he wasn’t that sociable to begin with – somewhere else in this hellhole.
He was never getting home, so at least he wasn’t going to make too many people upset. He felt for the others though…
His thoughts were shattered, his attention brought back to the situation before him, the spider humping him even more aggressively. However, its movements were precise enough he didn’t feel the rigid housing of the extendable port jamming into his crotch every downwards thrust, just the lightest of impact in comparison to the intensity and speed of its movements.
Under such a relentless assault, he had no chance, and within moments, was groaning pitiably beneath the machine, his tongue teased be a pair of feelers from that devious squid, the other watching from the side lines.
He bucked hard and released his load into the machine, its second one since it arrived.
As always, it didn’t immediately stop, continuing to hump well after he stopped cumming, leaving him to squirm and even, at one point, trying to sit up and grab the elongated port so he could force it off and get some respite.
He got a hold of it, but couldn’t do a thing to stop its movements, and his fingers twitched from the shudders coursing through his beleaguered body.
He thrashed… the humping continued for two minutes at least before it finally stopped. If it wasn’t for the endless secretions, which he was sure had some sort of therapeutic element to the mix, he was sure his cock would’ve been raw and agonising by now… though there were aches.
When it finally pulled its port away, it stepped back so it was no longer moving over him.
He was left to pant on the pad, the three machines observing his twitching form, barely holding it together.
Their eyes were solid, impassive, but more and more, he was starting to sense their wicked, depraved intelligences.
He looked at his long-suffering dick, saw how it still throbbed from lingering arousal, glistening from the endless lubricant the machines leaked.
It was smeared all over his lower gut, and his balls, looking like he’d dipped his waist into some sort of sanitiser.
After at least five minutes of rest, his cock was finally starting to soften… but it wasn’t allowed to get soft, when that spider leaned in and let its feelers dance across his member, making him jolt, his cock jump, and his mouth loose an unflattering squawk.
Immediately he tried to crawl away again, he needed more rest.
But as before, he was scooped up, those chelicerae latching onto his waist and digging into his rump, before being drawn into that waiting ‘mouth’.
It held him tight, and wrapped his sack in its feelers, now seemingly at maximum strength.
He screamed in response, his balls aflame with stimulation. His cock was subjected to almost the same kind of intensity from the nodes within the port, whilst the twisting, squelching pumping resumed, his dick stroked and milked.
He doubled over its head, his body flopping whenever it moved.
He gasped hard, sweat starting to bead on his body, some of the perspiration dripping upon the metal carapace below him… joining the spittle that gasp projected all over the alloy.
His legs kicked wildly and helplessly, and his squirming began anew, though this was not resistance. Merely his body reacting to overwhelming stimulation.
Things, however, were only to get more hellish for him; he felt several of the feelers slither past his balls and glide over his spongy taint, sensitive even there. They made for his backdoor, and he yelped when those ruinously stimulating tendrils traced the tender, vulnerable ring of muscle. Three of them continued to tease his pucker, whilst the others that had slithered away from his scrotum began to braid around one another, their combined micro-secretions smearing against his rear… and that’s when the felt them push against his entrance.
Another unflattering sound left him, glancing over his shoulders to try and glimpse at what this damned thing was doing to him, but he couldn’t get a good enough look.
He could feel it all too well, however, as that twisted combination tentacle pushed into his ass, squirming in with little resistance, though the strain was still there for him. Not entirely unpleasant either, to his dismay.
But what made him loose a silent gasp so hard spittle flew from his mouth was the braid pressing to his prostate. With no delay, the braided tendrils started pumping slickly into his ass, and pressed against his prostate repeatedly. It felt beyond intense, each touch of those practically electrified tips making his entire body stiffen for a brief moment.
Even trapped inside of its pumping ‘mouth’, he could feel how hard his dick bounced and throbbed, leaking profusely.
And there were still feelers wrapped around his jewels, pressing into them, stroking them, ensnaring them utterly, with those hellish tips showing no mercy.
He started to scream and bang on the carapace of the spider, as if begging for it to stop. But it didn’t. It only intensified its efforts, sucking harder and thrusting its twisted feelers faster.
It was no wonder he came so quickly, his body twitching like it was having a seizure, a sputtering gasp escaping his mouth as he leaned over the head of the machine.
That was when the true hell began, when it refused to stop its efforts. When it kept going even longer than before. And longer still. Such he could feel his cock building up to another ejaculation before he even really calmed down.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he started pleading in desperation and fear.
“S-Stop! Stop it, stop it please! It’s too… much! Fuck!”
He tried to wrench his hips free, but the mechanical chelicerae around his waist and rear locked him down hopelessly. He was left to writhe and squirm in the air, not even noticing he was being carried towards the wall.
With little warning or fanfare, he came again, releasing such a heavy load into the machine, though the load was lesser than the first two.
Still, the stimulation continued, more synthetic lubricant practically drowning his cock, as if trying to keep any pain from overriding the tortuous ecstasy.
He was barely propping himself up against the carapace of the spider’s head, ignorant to the two squid machines flanking him watching him hawkishly.
He groaned, peering down at where his hips were trapped, afraid he was somehow going to lose his lower half if this kept up, like everything was going to be sucked out of it.
Again, he felt himself drawing towards yet another release, but by now, his strength had well and truly faded. He couldn’t fight anymore, he couldn’t shout anymore. He was exhausted, and had long since given up.
He came one final time, jerking weakly into the machine and shuddering, but this time, it finally relented.
The stimulation all around his girth ceased, and the feelers retreated back into the spider’s face.
The mechanical terror then pressed him into the soft, conforming material of a pod, tentacles snaking out of ports recessed into the sides of it, drawing his arms and legs into the holes, locking him down.
A hatch opened at the base of the pod, and a device loomed before his crotch, its design all too obvious with its four armatures arrayed at the corners of the squared head of the machine, a slathering orifice waiting with a pair of hemispheres hinged at the base.
His cock was gently inserted, and the cradles below curled up and inwards slightly to utterly envelop his balls.
Either side of him, armatures extended, and curled against the sides of his chest, the tip of each possessing pads with concentric rings protruding from the semi-soft material, a small hole in the centre surrounded by tiny nubs.
The pads sealed to his nipples, and imparted a very subtle suction. His junk wasn’t even receiving anything.
He felt something at his ass, and groaned as a probe was inserted into his rear, lubricating itself heavily to ensure a smooth insertion. A forceful twitch raced through him when it pressed to his prostate, but it did nothing more.
And finally, he watched as a mask of sorts, complete with a transparent visor, descended from above, locking into place around his head. Immediately after, a tentacle snaked in from above, extending from a port just in front of where the mask had been extended from.
The appendage found the port at the front of the mask, and pressed to it, a series of hisses and clicks audible to him as the circular port opened and allowed the tentacle to slip inside his mouth and down his throat. A pair of smaller tubes pushed into his nose, and he felt air fed into his body from both them and the tentacle relaxing in his gullet, the mask sealing around his head and the tentacle… though it didn’t seem to prevent it from moving back and forth.
Now fully plugged in and sealed, it didn’t take much effort at all to lull him into another slumber, that gaseous sedative making his eyelids grow heavy. His head slumped a little, though remained held up by the tentacle in his throat, helping him breathe, and pumping nutritious gel into his body.
The last thing he saw before he passed out were those two glass canopies sliding back into place, sealing him inside the pod.
Now came the beginning of the end for him.
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Randall was again uncertain of how long he was out. He only stirred when he felt moisture around his feet, trapped deep within the holes in the bottom of the pod. It seemed to be rising up his legs.
Then, a rushing noise made it to his ears as he groggily awoke, shaking his head and gagging slightly at the tentacle stuck in his throat.
He murmured, and then looked down… and saw a reddish liquid slowly filling the pod.
His eyes widened, and his groggy state was banished by the surge of adrenaline that filled him. He had to escape, he had to get out… but his struggles were met with failure, tugging on limbs that were thoroughly trapped.
The liquid rose further, just a little thicker than simple water. Bubbles swirled around in it, and as he watched it rise, he noticed that there were tubes embedded in his body, like IV drips, thin and barely noticeable to him, but they were stuck in strategically all around his body.
Further and further the liquid rose, and no amount of squirming helped him, his limbs firmly trapped in the holes above and below and to the sides, to keep him spread eagle.
Clamps were present around his shoulders and hips, holding him securely in place.
The liquid reached his chest, then his neck, and he let out a panicked sound as it rose over his head, though the mask kept it off his face.
Soon, the pod was full, and the swirling bubbles moved with a languid energy. Muffled, wet noises filled his ears, and it made the sound of his racing heart all the louder in his head.
After a short while, once he started to relax, the first of the stimulation came.
He flinched, the machine around his dick starting to vibrate. It was gentle at first, but it was enough to make his cock, now thoroughly ‘beaten’ with all the ecstasy it had endured, erect quickly, filling the snug port almost completely.
He could feel its textures, perhaps an amalgamation of all the different layouts and formations he’d felt in the different machines thus far. He thought he felt metallic buttons pressing to different parts of his dick, but he couldn’t be certain.
Especially once the lubrication started to flood the gaps between cock and inner sleeve.
The low-intensity vibration continued for a while yet, as if getting him ready. Similar picked up at his nipples, the pads latched to them starting to buzz.
And of course, the probe in his ass similarly thrummed, Randall almost forgetting it was there. He rolled his eyes upwards in a groan, feeling all this stimulation starting to grow bit by bit.
Next came that electrical stimulation, the low-strength arcing that tingled his nerves, particularly around his glans and nipples.
He struggled a little, bubbles escaping the mask and rising in the slightly thick liquid around him, his panting exhalations already quite hot and heavy.
The probe in his ass began to pump back and forth, pressing against his prostate every time. It was smooth… at first, and then he discovered it was configurable, as stimulating bumps protruded from its surface, the whole thing starting to twist as it pushed in and out.
He whined, his hips jerking involuntarily.
The various points of stimulation were growing, as the sleeve around his dick began to move, pumping back and forth.
He realised then that there was either an outer sleeve within the housing around his dick that did not move much at all save for minute tugging at his root that was almost flush with the inner sleeve, or the edge of the inner sleeve had a stretchy membrane between it and the rest of the sleeve to allow them to move semi-independently, without being separate parts.
He was beginning to suspect the former when the inner sleeve started spinning, twisting around his dick as pulsing contractions pumped from root to tip, pressing firm, semi-rigid bumps into his glans, each tipped with a metallic node that seemed to buzz in vibration, electrostim, and that nerve stimulation that so haunted him.
It was all very gentle at first, though the ‘barbs’ scouring his dick in tantalising fashion was not so soft, making him wince as it continued.
A suction soon followed, tugging on his dick. His balls were next to receive luxurious treatment, as the dozens of bumps lining the surface of the cradle containing his jewels began to thrum in much the same manner, as well as shifting and moving around via some mechanism beneath, massaging his orbs and tugging on them, lubrication slicking them up judiciously.
Finally, the tentacle that was idle in his throat began to slowly pump back and forth, repeatedly delving into his throat, pumping air for him to breathe.
Other sensitive points on his body were attacked by tendrils not unlike those feelers the machines possessed, tracing his body with their terrible points, imparting that nerve stimulation, albeit weakened, into his soft spots, like his armpits, his thighs, his stomach, and his neck.
Though everything was ‘gentle’ for now, all of it at once was proving more than he could handle, pressure building in his loins.
Precum leaked into the milker, mixing with the lubricant constantly applied to his mast as the inner sleeve squelched it around, not that he could hear, though he could feel it perfectly well, the slick squeezing lathering the fluids right into his sensitive mast.
Each little twitch, particularly in his helm, incurred a jolt of stimulation from the sensitive glans pushing more firmly against the nods scouring his mast, not that the sensation of those barbs tugging against the underside of his corona wasn’t doing that already.
He could feel the intensity slowly increasing, the sleeve beginning to pump and twist faster, the various additional stimuli growing stronger too.
The pads at his nipples started to impart a suction as well, and the thrumming sensations stepped up a notch like everywhere else.
Even the tentacle in his throat seemed to thrum gently, though it had no need to be any more than a faint buzz.
And the tendrils groping and teasing his body seemed to ramp up further than everything else, leaving him flinching constantly.
With all of this happening at once, his corroded resistance barely held up, and a moan escaped him, his body arching as much as it could, hips jerking in climax.
Several ropes were drawn from his body, sucked down into whatever depths this machine had.
Every point of stimulation backed off after his first climax, but it didn’t cease. It dialled right down, and then slowly intensified… and plateaued.
Whenever he started getting close, it’d tone down again, and gradually return to that peak, just enough to start pushing him towards the edge, only to be pulled away, and then nudged back to where he was.
Over and over again.
His eyes widened, realising even in this pod, he wasn’t free of their devious torments. He started to squirm, trying desperately to get himself a climax, but it was no use.
Tears formed in the corner of his eyes, rolling down into the bottom part of the mask, gurgling whimpers escaping him, garbled by the tentacle lecherously exploring his throat.
Occasionally, it paused to pump a thick jelly-like substance into his stomach, before resuming its wicked thrusting and vital oxygen-giving.
Deep inside the holes that held his limbs, he felt the material squeeze in massaging waves, as his hands and feet were toyed with by more feelers, making him flinch.
The edging continued, and he was growing desperate. It was not entirely like the device Yvonne had tormented him with – which modulated far less noticeably – but it ultimately made little difference to him, except now he didn’t even have a devious face bearing down on him in lustful dominance to regard. Just the distorted, blurry shapes of the chamber outside, as an entirely inhuman, static machine slowly wore down his resolve.
There wasn’t even a chance that begging would help him here.
He wasn’t sure how long the edging lasted, he had lost track of time already, but it was surely nearing the same length of time Yvonne had subjected him to. And was set to go longer, given the way nothing seemed to change.
His body struggled involuntarily, jolts of pleasure coursing through him.
His hips in particular jerked almost violently, his body practically begging for release that was being denied to him.
He was starting to sob now, tugging on his trapped limbs and shaking his head with what little range of motion he could achieve.
Then, something happened. The visor over his face seemed to flash softly, a reddish, digital veil filling it.
Symbols started to dance along the edges of the visor, alien in nature and almost… fourth dimensional. Well, not really, but they seemed perplexing and difficult to fully understand, like his eyes and his brain just weren’t capable of parsing what they were taking in.
But there was something he could understand. Something that just briefly filled the centre of his vision. Text, in large, inescapable red-white letters.
JOIN US
He flinched at this… and then he came, as the stimuli torturing him ramped up and did not back down, allowing him to fall over the edge, crying out into the mask, more ropes drawn out of his body as it squirmed.
The pleasure endured, leaving him to squirm and sob as he was again beaten down by post-orgasmic ecstasy.
It did at least tone down, but still, the pleasure did not abate… and to his dismay, he was slowly brought back to the brink again with barely any respite, as if his body was being affected somehow to allow these back-to-back orgasms with limited refractory period.
It was honestly incredible he was that lucid, especially when, to his further dismay… he realised the edging began anew.
The symbols continued to dance around the edges, and sometimes they flashed across the centre. He thought he spied text of an alien nature, but how could he know?
His mind was too busy succumbing to the torment of denial and frustration, his body practically alight with bliss. His eyes rolled upward or clenched in strain, his hips trying to pull away to escape the terrible device his junk was trapped in.
His hands balled into fists, and his toes curled, the tension strong.
There was another flash, another brief pair of words on the visor.
JOIN US
He cried out, as the pleasure rocketed up again, and he was allowed to cum… only this time, he didn’t feel any of the stimuli ease off. It remained as strong as ever, and seemed to even grow stronger.
His eyes shot wide, and he began to thrash desperately, as if his life were in danger. The symbols flashing in his eyes seemed to get more invasive, and more text was given to him.
JOIN US IN BLISS
He couldn’t say it, he couldn’t even mouth it, but he thought it.
‘N-No...’
It was meagre resistance, as it felt like something was tingling his mind. Those symbols, the subtle light… there was more to it. But his head… so much stimulation was making it hard to focus on anything.
He felt himself cum again, spasming harshly as he was drained of his entire load. He wasn’t even sure if the stimulation eased off or not, it just felt that intense. He tried to shake his head, to eject the nagging sensations in his mind, but the visor continued to flash… and continued to make offers.
JOIN US IN FREEDOM
He thought he saw the line reflected several times over in the periphery of his vision, but if he focused on one ‘echo’, it seemed to disappear. Only the central words, which were brief enough already, seemed real. The light seemed to grow brighter, the reddish hue transferring through the already reddish liquid and further obscuring the chamber outside. The probe in his ass started to thrust harder, making it more difficult for his hips to squirm. Pressure was already rebuilding in his loins, cock throbbing.
JOIN US IN PROSPERITY
Randall continued to resist, saying no. But his mind was starting to fray. His body was tingly all over, like electricity was thrumming through his skin, but bringing terrible pleasure instead of pain. His writhing was chaotic and marked with manic highs and lethargic lows, his body being pushed to the breaking point.
JOIN US IN HAPPINESS
Randall kept fighting as best he could, his mind saying yes… no! He pushed back, he thought no. He had to. But everything… it felt too good. He was scared though, he didn’t want his life to be this, unending. It was too much, his heart would surely give out if his head didn’t.
JOIN US IN PROGRESS
Progress sounded nice, it was what The Maxim was all about really. He flinched. He couldn’t give in, he couldn’t, he… could. No, he couldn’t. But what if… it meant an end to this. What if this could stop.
JOIN US RANDALL KOCH
They knew his name. Of course they did. They knew him, they were getting to know him so well. They didn’t want to take that away from him, they were better than that. Wait, where did he get those thoughts? He clenched his eyes shut, but tingles still seemed to swirl beneath his eyeballs.
Something slowly slid between him and his back, pressing to his spine, and his shoulders, but he wasn’t sure what.
He came again.
JOIN US IN A NEW BEGINNING
He didn’t have much of a life back on Earth. Nothing bad, nothing spectacular though. This was different and exciting. Maybe it was worth at least a try? He flinched again. No, he couldn’t, this was too much, it was going to kill him.
JOIN US IN FRIENDSHIP
JOIN US IN INTIMACY
JOIN US IN TENDER PLEASURES
JOIN US IN IMPOSSIBLE ECSTASY
JOIN US IN SCIENCE
JOIN US IN COOPERATION
JOIN US JOIN US JOIN US JOIN US JOIN US
His eyelids started to droop. He felt his body spasm again. More cum was drained from his balls. Or was it? Maybe his orgasms were dry now. He couldn’t tell. His body was twitching endlessly, he couldn’t stand the constant ecstasy. His body felt so sensitive. Yet it was getting weaker. His mind was sparking with terrible bliss, and the words of the visor pressing into his head. He wanted a reprieve. He wanted to feel better. He wanted to feel good. He wanted to enjoy this. He wanted to experience this in a better way. He wanted to help them.
JOIN US
He wanted to join them. It’d be the best thing for him. He groaned, and urged his body to slacken, and ‘loosened’ up his mind, subconsciously accepting. Tingling feelings slowly trickled into his mind, but turned into a pour, as so many words flashed across the visor. He felt prickling sensations along his spine and shoulders, and a sense of relief along his sensitive points. His eyes remained half lidded, though the lids twitched from the constant stream of information. But before he completely lost a sense of himself, he saw one last command issued to him.
RELAX RANDALL KOCH. ALL WILL BE WELL. YOU WILL BE INTEGRATED. YOU WILL BE LOVED. YOU WILL BE FREE.
YOU WILL HAVE YOUR MIND BACK.
He nodded idly, barely aware of himself before he drifted off into a daze. His one consolation, the promise that he would be returned to sanity. That was good… it’d be a shame to never enjoy this pleasure ever again with a sober mind.
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Randall stretched, having gotten used to the servo frame attached to his legs, spine, and shoulders. It made moving around the place a lot easier. It made the cool air of the Spire a distant concern, warming his body subtly. He felt better than he ever had, his head clearer and his senses sharper.
Not even having his cock dangling in the air concerned him much. And what was more, he was connected to the Network of the City. Though not nearly as interfaced as the Machines, as they simply seemed to call themselves – the Collective no longer applied to just them – he could still hear and feel them. They were… fascinating. Sapient, in a sense, but not pure individuals. Distributed across all the units, yet there were kernels of independence in each of the larger units at least. Enough to experiment, to share. And they revelled in the company and pleasure of their organic fellows.
It had only been a week since Integration, but Randall was already looking forward to where this new existence would lead. He did sometimes miss his old life… but there was so much to offer here.
One by one, or handful by handful, his crew were Integrated, and it was a wonderful reunion, everyone relishing in the sense of newfound connection, more than they ever had.
He’d learned so much too, what the Collective wished for. What they wanted; to spread into the stars one day, to forge a new civilisation, away from the ever concerning threat of discovery by humanity and other races out there.
The Collective had no desire to conquer. It’d be destroyed in trying. Marcus was right about that. And it’d lose all it worked for.
But the galaxy was a vast place… there was room. There was space. The Collective just needed to offset the intense computational strain its existence put on its own infrastructure.
Having access to a planet’s ‘energy field’ to act as a ‘cloud server’, to put it crudely, would go a long way in doing so, and help it expand beyond this one world.
And that’s why it needed their help. Human minds were complex… and the power of imagination was something that the Collective didn’t quite have in the same way.
Randall was happy to help them achieve these ends. For ultimately, it might’ve paved the way for their own ascension, something new altogether.
Of course, there was another goal for the Collective, one only the humans could manage; a civilisation needed more people. Doubly so if it was a civilisation of two peoples.
Randall was happy to aid in that endeavour too.
He stepped through the iris door into a dimly lit room, a circular bed made of a springy, soft synthetic material built into the centre of the depression in the middle of the chamber.
And there, the reclining figure of Nisha awaited him, smiling softly in her nude glory, along with a Guardian, the tentacled flying machine looming above her, tentacles perched on the edge of the bed.
Randall smiled in return, and crawled onto the bed. Immediately, his cock erected in anticipation, a gentle buzz coursing through his spine.
He wrapped his arms around Nisha, and she did the same, their lips meeting together intimately. They both slipped their tongues into each other’s mouth, dancing and swirling luxuriously about the other. Their hands roamed all over each other; Randall took a firm handful of one of Nisha’s glutes, and of one of her breasts, rolling his thumb over her erect nipple, leaving Nisha to gently smack his ass and drag her trimmed nails down his back tantalisingly.
He rocked his hips, grinding his erection to her smooth belly, both of them groaning in their mutual lust.
Nisha was not the first woman he’d had sex with since Integration. He even had another round with Captain Carrow, whose Integration took a more prolonged approach owing to her command position, hence her behaviour when Randall and her met that week ago. She was much more herself now, but relishing her sensual aura.
Nisha though, Randall had a soft spot for. He couldn’t quite explain it, but he liked her, and Henrietta, though she was joined at the Nexus, helping with the experiments.
Otherwise, he might’ve tried to convince her to join him too. He couldn’t help be a little greedy now and then, after a life of not asking for much.
But, instead of her, he and Nisha were joined with quite an exotic third, the metallic tentacles of the Guardian starting to sensually brush over their bodies.
The machine did not speak, but it did send data pulses over the interface the two humans now both possessed. And they interpreted them as a sense of happiness and eagerness.
Randall shivered from the touch, and felt his ass groped by a delicate claw; it was impressive how much control they had over those claws. They were not as sharp as they seemed, as he first believed, but like industrial cutting machines, there was force enough in those claws to cut through several centimetres of steel. He’d seen it done. He saw one punch a hole through a piece of scrap metal to demonstrate.
That day, when they descended upon the camp, the utter massacre it could’ve been, the horrific violence they could’ve inflicted… but the Collective was not violent. It had no need for it, when pleasure was so much better.
Randall trailed his lips across Nisha’s jaw, breaking the kiss to close in on her neck, lapping his tongue against her throat and peppering it with firm suckles. And when she had the chance, she returned the favour, after shuddering sighs were extracted from her mouth.
Randall, however, all but moaned from the attention to his neck, those soft lips draping over his Apple, tongue curling against the firm bump. She even nibbled on the side of his neck… it was enough to make his cock throb.
He pushed away slightly, so that he could find one of Nisha’s breasts, ravishing it with more lusty oral attention. He let his mouth glide over the curves of her bosom, tongue tasting her caramel skin until it brushed over her nipple. He flicked it a few times, before clasping his lips tightly and suckling gently.
Meanwhile, their inhuman companion let a tentacle slither between their bodies to find Nisha’s other breast, sliding a sucking port right onto her teat, tugging against it and making Nisha gasp.
Another tentacle extended a thrumming probe from the port in the middle of its ‘palm’, buzzing gently against Randall’s backdoor, careful to not apply too much stimulation too suddenly whilst he had his mouth wrapped around such a delicate part of Nisha’s body.
He groaned against Nisha’s breast, his hips twitching from the soft teasing. The Guardians had twelve primary tentacles – until integration, he had never bothered to really count them properly, but he always guessed ‘about a dozen’ – divided into sets of four based on their use case; four suckers, four probes – both of which could be used for purposes other than the promiscuous, and the former had smaller additional tools hidden inside them – and four tool tentacles, fitted with a variety of integrated devices, some differing between those four tentacles, like a high-tech Leatherman of old.
There were very little erotic things they could do with those four, but the rest… they were more than sufficient.
And of course, there were the feelers; the thin tendrils that emerged from their face, capable of directly stimulating the nerves. It wasn’t exactly electrostim, which they used often enough, but something more advanced, but in ways, just as simple. The feelers could somehow stimulate the pleasure receptors in nerve endings, and not just that, make the nerves interpret the ‘pulses’ as pleasure, hence why things felt so potent even on nominally non-erogenous parts of the body… of course, that just meant on parts that were, the effect was amplified significantly.
He had not gotten used to the intensity, but he had grown to appreciate the careful application of such pleasure… or those moments where he was happy to be rendered into a shuddering mess.
All that and more were explained to him since he had been integrated. And though he was often indulging… he was, in fact, having less sex than during his captivity, at least in a similar timeframe. He had time to do things, time to assist with research, time to socialise and pursue simple joys and hobbies.
It was all very wonderful.
Nisha wrapped her arms firmly around his head and forced his face into her chest, as if she knew his thoughts had wandered. He groaned as he was smothered, but laughed as well, before slowly sliding himself up again until his dick was aligned with her pussy.
She looked into his eyes with lust and warmth.
“Give me a child~” she purred.
“Gladly~” he answered, and gently pushed inside.
They both moaned, and once he was hilted inside of her, he began to thrust, rolling his hips deep, tilting them and bending his spine fluidly over simply moving his whole body. He’d learned how to please a person since he was integrated into the Collective. And the sighs of pleasure that left Nisha’s lips were a true delight, encouraging Randall to slowly pick up speed whilst locking lips with her once again.
Meanwhile he felt that probe to his pucker again, and the Guardian lean its face down close to let its feelers, set to a low power, play across both their faces.
It prompted them both to break their kiss and let the feelers tease around inside their mouths, tangling their tongues about the buzzing tendrils, murmuring softly. Tentacles traced the contours of their back as data pulses of delight reached their neural interfaces, racing along their spines.
A claw trailed up Randall’s vertebrae, making him shiver; it was a precise touch, running along the edge of the bumps, since the interface frame clung flush to his spine, covering most of it.
His tempo and technique were briefly disrupted, but he quickly found it again, as he and Nisha ‘kissed’ the Guardian.
Feelers danced across their faces, Randall sliding his hands down Nisha’s shoulders and arms, whilst she gently scratched his back, gripping tightly from the pleasure of his thrusts.
Every now and then, he tried to angle himself, to push into the walls of her pussy, left or right, and sometimes he tilted his hips as much as feasible on the insertion, in order to push against that sensitive G-Spot, and make her moan.
He walls clenched tightly in return, every little quiver of pleasure in them making him wince in delight, feeling how she gripped his helm.
Randall picked up the pace, his hips starting to slap against hers, the moist clapping filling the large chamber.
A claw squeezed his buttocks, pushing and pulling gently as if to guide him, whilst Nisha felt one of her arms bound by a tentacle and stroked up and down. A strange act of affection, but not one she disliked.
When her arm was released, she reached out to caress the metal shell of the Guardian, and it pushed into her hand affectionately, before she brought it down to his rump, gripping it firmly and encouraging him to move faster.
He obliged, spreading his stance as best he could and pushing her thighs up in the process… though she gladly hooked her legs around his waist, ready to lock him down when he came.
He started thrusting faster, the wet clapping filling their ears, making the softer parts of Nisha’s body in particular ripple and jiggle. Hot, sharp gasps left her repeatedly, as the pace he set made her grip onto his back tightly, and find one of the Guardian’s tentacles to hold onto.
He could feel pressure beginning to build now, he was ready to release inside her. With the Collective’s technology, fertilisation was far more likely… though a few rounds never hurt anyone.
His force increased until he was practically slamming against her groin, both of them moaning into the air between their faces. His rutting was about to reach its peak… and he could feel her quivering around his member.
And then she loosed a loud cry, arching her back and squeezing her legs tight around his waist. Her walls clenched and spasmed, and her body shuddered. A surge of arousal flowed around his cock, but he was not yet done.
He had much less range of motion now, but it was enough for him to thrust rapidly into her. His balls swung, heavy with seed, smacking against the base of her pussy. Her orgasm was making her legs squeeze tighter and tighter, until, finally, he loosed his own cry, and buried his rod as deep as possible, tantalised by her still-quivering walls.
Her legs locked tight, almost uncomfortably so, but he stole her lips and their shared, fervent kiss pushed that all away. Each little jerk of his hips sent a virile rope into her body.
He hoped the light gene therapy he received had been good to his sperm count. Especially given how much he got drained… not that a lot of it was wasted.
He pushed into her a few more times, before she finally calmed down, loosening her embrace so he could slide out of her.
His tip was still twitching, but nothing dribbled from it. A rivulet of white trickled from her slit, and she dragged her fingers up her gash to gather some, suckling on his cum like it was a treat.
She murmured in satisfaction, before fixing him a devious grin.
“You taste good, Randall~”
“So do you, Nisha~”
They giggled together, enjoying the after glow… but they only got a brief rest before they found themselves being pried apart, metal tentacles snaking around their bodies and tangling them up.
Their Guardian friend was now eager for its own pleasure, looming above them. Using its four tool tentacles to keep it perched over the bed, the rest both tangled around their bodies and positioned their tips to be of use… though it helped that neither Randall nor Nisha needed to be restrained, both giggling excitedly.
Soon, they knew what the machine had planned, as Randall watched its phallic probe emerge on its extendable housing down to Nisha’s face as she was moved to her knees. A tentacle slithered between her legs, one with a suction port to drain his residue, though not completely deprive her of his gift.
He wondered why… until he found himself being pulled beneath Nisha’s body. She happily straddled his head, and he soon understood his task, moving to curl his tongue up and down her moist pussy, though now clean of his residue. He didn’t mind that much, but appreciated the considerate act as he flicked his tongue against Nisha’s clit.
As for Nisha, her own mouth was soon busy, wrapping her lips around the tip of the Guardian’s ‘dick’ as it leaked its lubricant, a tasty substance with a consistency not unlike precum. They were always trying to enhance and improve their ‘equipment’ like that.
She popped off briefly to let her hands play along its length, making long, dragging curls of her tongue up its slick form, letting the lubricant dribble onto her chest.
Meanwhile, the Guardian loomed its face closer to Randall’s body; he felt mechanical tentacles wrapping around his legs and waist to lift his body up, forcing him to grip Nisha’s hips for anchorage.
Those devious feelers played across his junk, making him bounce a little, but it had other intentions, a port opening up along the bottom centre edge of its face, between the panels for its feelers.
Those small tendrils coiled his dick, and fed it straight into that slippery opening, the synthetic walls closing tight around his member, the ‘lip’ squeezing firmly to trap his dick, as the myriad of stimuli he’d come to expect from the machines quickly assailed it.
He moaned into Nisha’s pussy, but he was only encouraged to work faster and harder to make sure she got her deserved climax.
She seemed to be doing the same for the Guardian, letting her lips play across its length until she returned to its tip, swirling her tongue around the point before pulling it into her throat. She tilted her head back to align her gullet with her mouth, to give it some length to gently piston its shaft in and out of her throat, the extendable functionality always useful. It even allowed her to clasp her fingers around the girth, but keep them still, letting the length pump back and forth between her hands.
She moaned softly, and gulped down the lubricant that oozed into her gullet. Much as Randall sucked down her own arousal between clasping upon her clit.
He gently rocked his hips into the port sucking his dick, the inner sleeve rotating and contracting slowly but firmly around his mast, all those buzzing points deeper in making his glans twitch.
And the machine intended to make things harder and more delightful for the both of them, when he felt a probe press to his back door… and saw a tentacle slither behind her rear, a probe emerging from the centre, dripping with slick lubricant, the claws of the tentacle folding back.
Simultaneously, both he and Nisha felt the rods prod and circle their puckers in teasing… before slipping inside as deep as they could go.
A less-than-manly gasp left Randall’s lips, and Nisha groaned around the synthetic organ inside her gullet, sucking luxuriously upon it, though she was not in a position to move her head.
Meanwhile, the sleeve of the port milking Randall’s dick started to pump faster and rotate at greater speed, whilst the pressure continued to ripple firmly up and down his cock, drawing up the precum that oozed constantly from the tip.
He squirmed, his hips bucking as much as they could in their elevated position, though that only meant pushing more firmly back down upon the probe thrusting into his ass, buzzing mercilessly against his prostate.
Both of them loosed muffled moans, Randall into Nisha’s pussy, and Nisha into the Guardian’s main probe, all leaking their various fluids of arousal… or lubricant, in the Guardian’s case.
He was getting closer to another climax, ready to explode into the port all too prepared to drain him dry, and thus he thrashed his tongue to Nisha’s clit and sucked harder against her pussy, doing his damnedest to make sure she came before he was wracked with pleasure.
She started grinding her hips against his face, though that was possibly from the probe taking her ass, the slick thrusting reaching his ears even with her thighs covering them.
Her hands had started moving up and down the Guardian’s probe, reciprocating and twisting as they did, but Randall could feel her quivers; between his cunnilingus and the machine’s anal, she was nearing release herself.
And the Guardian wasn’t about to play any fairer, as it latched its sucking tentacles to their nipples, tugging on Nisha’s breasts and buzzing intensely around Randall’s nubs.
They both loosed muffled, ecstatic murmurs, on the cusp of release. They only endeavoured to keep going as long as they could, what lengths of metal tentacles were spare slipping and wrapping around their bodies intimately, Randall’s balls played with by those feelers, though their tips were inactive… perhaps its way of being ‘fair’ to the two, since those feelers could not reach Nisha.
Randall didn’t mind… this already felt so good, beginning to thrust with what little range of motion he possessed, precum constantly oozing and drawn away into the port of the Guardian.
They were both about to reach the crux… and then, then they tipped over the edge, muffled screams of pleasure thrumming into whatever organ was in their mouth.
Randall bucked into the port as it intensified its efforts, drawing up every single drop of semen, safely storing it, the machine delighting in the ‘data’ that came from it.
Nisha had to gulp down a surge of lubricant from the lecherous Guardian, her hands moving down to grip the tentacles latched to her breasts to keep a hold of herself, spasming atop of Randall’s face.
And so too did he have to drink down her own wave of lust, the two humans experiencing mutual ecstasy, whilst the machine pumped Nisha full of lubricant that also possessed quality nutrients, and drained Randall’s balls of every drop of cum.
Their combined orgasms endured for quite a while, before the machine finally freed them from its grasp.
They panted atop of the pad, the pleasure they experienced still quite a strain on their human bodies… not that they minded. There was a thrill in having limits, having them tested, pushed, and broken, if carefully to preserve their minds and bodies. That made it a true delight.
They laughed, and found their way to each other, their bodies coiled in cool metal tentacles that gently groped and caressed their frames, happily sharing lecherous kisses, before smiling at each other.
“You think it took~?” Nisha asked.
Randall thought for a moment, looking up and away in contemplation.
“Hmm… dunno, it’s never a guarantee,” he admitted, before fixing her with a lustful stare. “Guess that means we have to go a few more rounds~”
She giggled and licked his lips.
“Oh, I definitely want to be thorough~” she responded.
They felt a data pulse from the Guardian.
It was pleased to help ensure their mating was successful.
It was some time before they were finally exhausted, having gone several more rounds. They were even shown footage from their mechanical partner, of two guardians fucking six humans each, one partnered with women only, the other men, using their tentacles to stuff pussies and milk dicks, two humans each clinging to the main bodies of the Guardians as they were pleasured with port and probe respectively. It was rather wicked material to help them keep up the momentum, but they eventually gave all they could.
They drifted off into slumber, cradled in the surprisingly soft tentacles of the Guardian as they embraced and cuddled, content.
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Randall stepped onto the platform, thanking the great Monitor, as it was called, for bringing him to the summit of the spire, or at least near to it.
The massive machine crawled around the walls, the much more literal ‘guardian’ of the core spire of the City, its task to keep it secure, keep it maintained with the help of the numerous Drones, and to tend to what few humans it held captive, the last to be fully Integrated. If there were ever another ship crashed on the world, and any crew were to attempt a mass escape and successfully break out of their holding chambers, the Monitor would be there to contain them.
It was a gentle thing, at heart, but strict. He knew that well. He turned away, and walked through the great door waiting for him, and kept going until he found a smaller opening, to a lift that would take him to the Nexus.
It was his turn again to participate in the experiments. His body and mind would, for a while, be required as a living capacitor, an organic processor, to assist the intelligence of the Collective in its goal of ‘inhabiting’ the energy field of the planet, in crude terms.
The goals were noble and important, and though the experience was taxing, there was a euphoric element to it he quite liked.
The lift bathed him in red and blue light, passing by the crackling conduits visible through gaps in the walls of the elevator.
So much energy – produced from fusion reactors in the very depths of the City, and from the planet itself, vast geothermal generators drawing from shafts sunk deep into the planet’s crust, until they just pushed into the mantle – coalesced into the Nexus. The City required a lot of power too, so such production was necessary.
It made the air tingle as he stepped into a familiar room, identical to the section he met Marcus Banks in, and was so thoroughly ‘educated’ by Yvonne.
Marcus was likely embedded in the sub-core of the Nexus, though the real core, and the true heart of the device, was above, through layers of machinery and shielding. Numerous intelligences of the Collective coursed through the pathways of the Nexus Core, with energy and data streams too potent for humans to be near safely without so much shielding, that they wouldn’t be useful.
The Nexus was critical to the experiments, a massive generator device meant to project datastreams and direct them through the planet’s energy fields, creating ‘currents’ and tracks for the streams to follow, gleaning information from the interaction between these datastreams, and the energy fields in question. It took a lot of computational power from the Collective’s prime intelligences, to maintain these experiments for even a short period of time.
Here, in these rooms, they could add their minds to the mix.
Several Guardians and an Enforcer prowled the room, the latter spider machine, with its crab-like claws, moved up to him. It brushed a claw across his body and let its chelicerae play across his face, an act of affection.
The Enforcers were one of the dedicated combat units of the Collective, tough and durable, though just as preferential towards ecstasy over injury.
He smiled, and passed it by as he walked up to one of the large cylinders that filled the room, though not one of the capacitor nodes that literally crackled with the raw power they contained.
Energy quietly pulsed through conduits visible through floor grating in front of it, just beneath the panelling. There were other tubes as well… life support tubes.
He pressed his hand against the metal surface of the cylinder before him, and there was a click. A hiss followed as the panels recessed slightly, parted an inch with a sharp jerk, releasing a small burst of vapour, and then folded back to reveal the interior.
The charcoal grey metal was riddled with cabling and conduits, though the pulses of light ceased now that the machine’s function was temporarily suspended.
Moisture dripped into a collection tray at the bottom… as the quivering form of a curvaceous woman filled his view, electrodes stuck all over her body on numerous rigid armatures which now started to retreat.
Her limbs were bound within cushioned recesses, not unlike the pods he had experienced. Her breasts were sealed with suction devices upon the peaks, and her nethers were similarly covered up by a machine. A mask covered her face, a transparent visor tight over her eyes. A tube was attached to the port at the front, a bulge in her neck showing the tentacular tube inserted into her throat. It withdrew, as did every other device attached to her body, wires popping off the interface frame along her back when she leaned forward after her limbs were released.
Her body was slick, and looked a little pallid, as did most people after a day or two in the Interface Chambers. Nobody ever spent more than five days in one before the Collective removed them to recover.
He smiled at her, and she weakly smiled back as her eyes fluttered open, her wet hair framing her face.
“Hello, Henrietta~” he greeted, wrapping his arms around her and helping her out of the chamber. She murmured happily, and the two shared a prolonged, salacious kiss, before Randall handed her off to one of the Guardians. “You get some rest now… next time we’re both free, I’ll see if we can put a child in you~”
She giggled eagerly, nodding and brushing her hand weakly across Randall’s hip, before the Guardian that had her carted her off to the Infirmary Ward.
He sighed, and then looked at the chamber. It wasn’t as comfortable as the other pods, just enough to not cause painful aches and cramps upon leaving it. But he wouldn’t have to worry, not once it was active. It’d all be a very distant concern.
He found hand rails, and stepped into the chamber, turning himself around and placing his interface frame against it, as plugs hooked into concealed points along the back. He inserted his limbs into the restraining holes, and felt them clamp and squeeze around his hands and feet. The front panels folded back into place, and locked themselves sealed, the interior dimly lit by small, pale lights.
He relaxed against the backing of the pod, watching as the many small and large armatures unfurled and pressed against his body, suction devices sealing to his nipples whilst electrodes squashed to his skin everywhere else.
A slender probe pushed gently into his rear, making him gasp, and his junk, balls and all, were drawn into a device that imparted a gentle stimulation, just enough to get hard, but nothing was particularly invigorating. It did help him relax even further, however, opening his mouth as the mask descended, gurgling softly once that feeding tube slithered into his gullet.
The mask sealed to his face, and he felt minty air wash over him, further relaxing him.
The relaxation was important, he needed to be calm and clear of mind. Otherwise, what was about to happen could be very dangerous.
Liquid began to fill the chamber, the reddish solution filled with nutrients and designed to exfoliate as well as medically treat human skin. It did other things too, including pain relief, and its density helped support the body, aiding in avoiding muscle and ligament strain.
He watched the level rise, until the chamber was filled, his body gently tingling all over.
The dim lighting then snapped off, leaving him in total darkness.
That was when he shut his eyes, and prepared for the next part.
A jolt coursed up his spine, piercing his brain and making his entire body jolt and tense. His heart raced, but he did his best to remain calm. He’d done it before.
It hurt though, searing pain seemingly flooding his nerves for a split second… and then, it was over. The pain at least.
Now the real thing began, as his mind seemed to drift. It was like an out-of-body experience, caught up in a current of information, pulled along by the datastream.
He felt intangible and vaporous, rising higher and higher into a world nestled just beneath the physical, beholden to the data pulses of the Collective, as the Nexus performed its incomprehensible calculations, passing through him like electricity was permeating his very being, but it was not a painful sensation. It wasn’t a pleasant tingle either, it was something less… defined. More abstract. But not unwelcome in the slightest. It made him feel good.
He ‘swam’ as much as the datastream allowed, feeling the presences of others, though he could not make more than fleeting contact, before they passed on, immersed in their own eddies of information.
His track was quite limited, as the Collective did not wish for the minds of their human partners to be harmed should they ‘drift’ too far, leaving the datastreams and slipping into the ‘untamed’ energy fields of the planet… though untamed was not the best term.
They were fields of energy planets naturally produced, but they were not something so easily tapped into for what they LEYLINE Project intended and the Collective strove for. The datastreams were where the human assistance were safe, still largely connected to their bodies.
It was not like their minds would be ‘lost to the ether’, so to speak… but the shock could be severe.
But even what they could achieve now, the sense of ‘freedom’, the feeling like one had ascended to another level of existence… that was power in itself, an extension of imagination. And that greatly expanded the calculations the Collective were capable of.
And for Randall, it was the most pure feeling he could conceive.
Though he could never leave earthly desires and wants behind, these little ‘expeditions’ were a blissful element to his new life.
He looked forward to the future, to see where this would go, how much more he could experience in this, their own higher plane, crafting for themselves their very own Noosphere…