<...> The devices drove me to another shattering orgasm. There were three of them, and they were tiny - two disks with odd bumps and projections just covered my aureoles and nipples, and a similarly irregular trapezoidal box encompassed my hood and clit. They were stuck fast to my skin, somehow. When I had awakened to their stimulation in the white, doorless room, I'd tried to pull them off, and was rewarded with an intensification of the sensations that wiped out the line between pain and pleasure. I'd stopped almost immediately, nearly physically sick with the intensity of it, and just as quickly, pleasure was all that remained. It radiated from the metal objects all across my body - like they were wired to my spine, even right to my brain, but the feelings were most concentrated right in those most sensitive areas. That first time, as I lay too scared to move lest I provoke the more extreme reaction, the orgasm came unbelievably quickly - faster than my own most horny masturbations. I screamed and shuddered on the small bed until the stimulation stopped and allowed me to come down, panting and sweaty.
I rested for a time, still to scared to move, until the pleasure started again, not stopping until I'd cum again. This repeated more times; the time interval between each onslaught seemed to never be the same, never predictable. Exhausted and dehydrated after perhaps my sixth or seventh forced orgasm, the sharp, mechanical voice made me jump. <...>
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| 24-06-2008 08:36:00
