I began pulling futilely on my manacles as the thing approached me. I could see Mercer's pleased smirk over the things shoulder, "Now, now, this is supposed to be a reward. My friend here is an expert on dwemer culture and their machines and he says that his test subjects have all found this very enjoyable…" The mage was stood to one side, control rod in hand, the expression on what I could see of his face more of curiosity than arousal. A stark contrast to the crude group of bandits, some of whom had taken out their members and were idly stroking them. The machine rolled around me until it was behind me and I felt the cool kiss of metal rub against my slit. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see this. A agonising pinch to both my nipples had my eyes slam open and a scream of pain escaped me. Frey was in front of me and had clipped two pieces of metal to my nipples. "Keep your eyes open or it will be worse," He whispered to me darkly. I didn't doubt him, though my mind refused to comprehend how it could get any worse. At Mercer's nod the mage made some adjustments to the control rod and the smooth metal rod started to slip inside me. I was still dry and tight, fear and pain had so far kept me from being aroused and it was painful but the thing was relentless, continually pushing in until I was filled. The mage made a few more tweaks and then the shaft began to move, sliding in and out, utterly without mercy.
It started slowly and torturously, and after a minute or so the Centurion sphere began to speed up, its passage made easier as my walls became wetter. Whatever mechanism drove the cursed thing meant that there was a low vibration to the shaft that resonated deep within my body. The angle of the rod that speared me was touching that sensitive bundle of nerves and I was starting to get more and more turned on the faster and faster the machine fucked me. Pants and whimpers escaped through the gag and my hips began to push back, my body desperate to cum, to the derision of my audience. I could feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs proof of my body's betrayal. "Look at the slut!" I heard one of them cry and I imagined what the scene looked like to them; a young woman, tied up and helpless, starting to enjoy being raped by something that wasn't even alive. A flush of shame coursed through my body and my stomach began to flutter in a familiar feeling. No! But my body wasn't listening to my head and I came, walls clamping down in waves against the smooth, slick metal that was still relentlessly thrusting into me.
They took me to countless orgasms. By the end they had blurred together, so that I had been continually cumming. The mage had pulled the clips off my nipples during my last orgasm and the pain had been so intense that I had blacked out. When I came back round I was still in the throes of orgasm, the dwemer automaton still relentlessly fucking me. I was a pleading, broken wreck, desperate for it to stop. I'd never thought that pleasure could be so intolerable or that I would be weak enough for my will to break like this. Mercer had moved up to stand beside me, and he spoke quietly, in an almost gentle voice, "Had enough, girl?" I nodded, tears trickling down my face. His thumb swept the tears away, "Will you behave?" I nodded again, anything was better than this torture. "Good girl." He nodded at the mage and the machine began to slow down and finally pulled out with a wet squelch. My juices dripped from between my legs, pooling on the floor beneath me. I felt empty and sore and open. Mercer studied my body, reaching between my legs. Three fingers slipped easily into me and Mercer pulled them out, making sure to lick them. He turned to the bandits, who were all hard, waiting for their turn with me, "Untie her and take her over to the bench." Four of them moved to comply, groping me roughly again, before each of them took hold of a limb, unchaining me. I thought about struggling but my limbs refused to co-operate. They bent me over one of the cold stone benches, on my knees, arms stretched out to the other end, refastening my chains. The coolness was a welcome relief to my fevered, sweaty and oil slicked skin and I steeled myself for what would come next.
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Re: The Die is Cast 4/?
Date: 2013-05-12 01:48 pm (UTC)The mage was stood to one side, control rod in hand, the expression on what I could see of his face more of curiosity than arousal. A stark contrast to the crude group of bandits, some of whom had taken out their members and were idly stroking them. The machine rolled around me until it was behind me and I felt the cool kiss of metal rub against my slit. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see this. A agonising pinch to both my nipples had my eyes slam open and a scream of pain escaped me. Frey was in front of me and had clipped two pieces of metal to my nipples.
"Keep your eyes open or it will be worse," He whispered to me darkly. I didn't doubt him, though my mind refused to comprehend how it could get any worse. At Mercer's nod the mage made some adjustments to the control rod and the smooth metal rod started to slip inside me. I was still dry and tight, fear and pain had so far kept me from being aroused and it was painful but the thing was relentless, continually pushing in until I was filled. The mage made a few more tweaks and then the shaft began to move, sliding in and out, utterly without mercy.
It started slowly and torturously, and after a minute or so the Centurion sphere began to speed up, its passage made easier as my walls became wetter. Whatever mechanism drove the cursed thing meant that there was a low vibration to the shaft that resonated deep within my body. The angle of the rod that speared me was touching that sensitive bundle of nerves and I was starting to get more and more turned on the faster and faster the machine fucked me. Pants and whimpers escaped through the gag and my hips began to push back, my body desperate to cum, to the derision of my audience. I could feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs proof of my body's betrayal.
"Look at the slut!" I heard one of them cry and I imagined what the scene looked like to them; a young woman, tied up and helpless, starting to enjoy being raped by something that wasn't even alive. A flush of shame coursed through my body and my stomach began to flutter in a familiar feeling. No!
But my body wasn't listening to my head and I came, walls clamping down in waves against the smooth, slick metal that was still relentlessly thrusting into me.
They took me to countless orgasms. By the end they had blurred together, so that I had been continually cumming. The mage had pulled the clips off my nipples during my last orgasm and the pain had been so intense that I had blacked out. When I came back round I was still in the throes of orgasm, the dwemer automaton still relentlessly fucking me. I was a pleading, broken wreck, desperate for it to stop. I'd never thought that pleasure could be so intolerable or that I would be weak enough for my will to break like this.
Mercer had moved up to stand beside me, and he spoke quietly, in an almost gentle voice, "Had enough, girl?"
I nodded, tears trickling down my face. His thumb swept the tears away, "Will you behave?"
I nodded again, anything was better than this torture.
"Good girl." He nodded at the mage and the machine began to slow down and finally pulled out with a wet squelch. My juices dripped from between my legs, pooling on the floor beneath me. I felt empty and sore and open. Mercer studied my body, reaching between my legs. Three fingers slipped easily into me and Mercer pulled them out, making sure to lick them. He turned to the bandits, who were all hard, waiting for their turn with me, "Untie her and take her over to the bench."
Four of them moved to comply, groping me roughly again, before each of them took hold of a limb, unchaining me. I thought about struggling but my limbs refused to co-operate. They bent me over one of the cold stone benches, on my knees, arms stretched out to the other end, refastening my chains. The coolness was a welcome relief to my fevered, sweaty and oil slicked skin and I steeled myself for what would come next.