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Dwemer fucking machine/DB, noncon-to-dubcon
Date: 2013-05-24 04:05 am (UTC)The DB is exploring a Dwemer ruin when she finds an apparently-inactive construct that has a large, distinctly phallic protrusion. Because it's unusual and kind of funny, she touches it.
And then the construct comes to life, grabs her before she can react, strips her, and rapes her. Since she doesn't know how to operate it or command it, she can't get it to stop. Pretty soon she's having screaming orgasms (either against her will, or she's given in and decided since she's stuck, she may as well enjoy it) as often as she's capable of it until she's just too wrung out to have another. By the time either it runs out of steam or a companion comes to rescue her, she's completely limp and fucked out, utterly unresisting to the plowing. I'd absolutely love it if this has been going on for hours.
(I might suggest that the phallus exudes lubricant, possibly healing lubricant, so that the DB doesn't get badly damaged by this!)
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Date: 2013-08-24 05:42 am (UTC)oh, if I could draw, there would be bunny elves.
(captcha: success)
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Date: 2013-05-25 08:37 pm (UTC)Re: Dwemer fucking machine/DB, noncon-to-dubcon
Date: 2013-05-26 06:14 am (UTC)Or, something shaped entirely differently. For example, a metal arch on automatically height-adjusting legs, a complex system of hinges in the arch allowing it many different thrusting angles, and either a phallus on both ends, or a phallus on one end, and a ballgag on the other. Arms from the center of the arch hold the user(/victim) immobilized. Harder to describe, but interesting! Really, as long as it has the required sexual parts, the ability to move/flex, and enough limbs to stand on and hold the DB helpless with, the rest can be up to the imagination. :)
Whatever it looks like, I imagine it would have some basic function AI, but used largely to respond to commands, most likely in the dwemer language. In absence of commands, the usual routine would probably be to shut down, but after being woken by the DB, it's confused and probably a bit scrambled from the passage of time, and so it's running on the most basic of its subroutines - hold and fuck until orders are given to do something else.
As for metal phallus... it really depends on the polish of the metal and if you're well lubricated or not. You can actually get metal dildos! ;) They're less forgiving than silicon or rubber, though. So it could be a highly-polished metal dildo, or it could be a special rubber mixture, or possibly the dwemer had discovered silicon, who knows? It could also be smooth glass, though like metal, that's a material that's not very forgiving to soft tissues.
Delivery system for the lubrication/healing could work in any of those materials, in similar ways - in the metal and glass, a series of miniscule channels that would just feel like texturing to the fingers that carry lubrication from the main body of the machine to the user; in the softer materials, those channels could be inside the phallus, rather than on the surface, with tiny holes in a few places for distribution.
...yes, I've thought about this a bit, haha. XD
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Date: 2013-06-01 12:28 pm (UTC)In terms of lube, may I suggest the in-game item 'Dwemer Machine Oil' which has the property to restore magicka... and isn't too far of a stretch to healing...
Yeah, I spent far too long thinking about this... ;)
A different type of Dwemer machinery. 1a / 3
Date: 2013-06-01 06:13 pm (UTC)I apologise for the unimaginative title but I was impatient to get my fill posted so couldn't really be bothered with thinking up a good one. Finally, thanks in advance for reading!
Kathryn looked around. Several destroyed dwarven spiders lay at her feet. The ancient devices proved to be little challenge for the agile Breton, whose arrows tore through the metal as if it were but a sweet roll. In closer combat, she was more than capable with a blade, and found that the mechanical spiders could take no more than two hits each before falling apart at the hinges.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the shining reflection of a metal door down the hall. Her tanned, brown skin had many scars and cuts from the thousands of conflicts she had been engaged in - but this did not detract from her beauty. No, it made her look experienced, like she could take care of herself in a fight. She had a relatively small, dainty body, but with toned, strong muscles. Her long, wavy, dark brown hair fell just past her shoulders. She had full lips, beautiful hazel eyes and pearl white teeth. Many men had fallen for her, and the lucky ones knew that she had full perky breasts and a nice, tight behind.
A different type of Dwemer machinery. 1b / 3
Date: 2013-06-01 06:15 pm (UTC)The ground in the middle of the room retracted into the walls, and another of the long dead Dwemer's advanced creations was pushed up from bellow. Kathryn readied herself for battle, crouching into a low stance from which she could spring towards whatever threat presented itself. The intricate mass of dwarven metal was seemingly inactive, but the experienced Breton knew better than to let that fool her. Under further inspection she realised that it looked all too much like the dwarven spheres that roamed these ancient Dwemer halls, only bigger, and there was something else that set it apart from the usual dwarven guardians.
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Date: 2013-06-01 06:16 pm (UTC)A different type of Dwemer machinery. 2a / 3
Date: 2013-06-01 06:18 pm (UTC)The dwarven penis extended out from the body of the sex machine, going further inside Kathryn until she thought she could bear no more. Then it retracted back. Forwards. Backwards. Forwards. Backwards. Each motion rewarded with a small groan from the Breton girl. She felt herself building up to her climax. Forwards. Backwards. The metal phallus slid easily through Kathryn's folds, because although it was bigger than any Nord's she had seen so far, the metal was also smoother. Forwards. Backwards. The old Dwemer machine ploughed on relentlessly. Kathryn wailed helplessly, although she knew she didn't want it to stop. As she erupted in her orgasm, she felt herself tighten around the length of metal. Her moans echoed through the old hall. The ancient dwarven cock stopped moving and she felt another liquid being excreted from the pores in its surface. This time, the substance was warming and she felt a little boost. She guessed the liquid was some kind of potion, either to heal you or make you ready for another round. Either way, she realised the old machine wasn't done quite yet.
A different type of Dwemer machinery. 2b / 3
Date: 2013-06-01 06:20 pm (UTC)After her fifth orgasm in a row Kathryn began to wonder how long this fucking would last. She caught a look at herself in the reflective ceiling. She was shining with sweat, her hair was a mess and she was beginning to feel tired. The feeling was still amazing but her arms and legs were beginning to ache from being suspended in the air for so long.
At her tenth orgasm, she was ready to stop. She was still enjoying herself but beginning to feel exhausted. By her fifteenth she was dreading any more and at her twentieth she was almost sobbing. She was still being fucked mercilessly and there was nothing she could do. The healing lubricant was thousands of years old and had deteriorated over time. Although replenishing, each time she felt the effects a little less. She could be here for hours before anyone came looking for her. She prayed to Talos to be released, but it was after her twenty-third screaming orgasm that her prayers were answered.
A different type of Dwemer machinery. 3a / 3
Date: 2013-06-01 06:21 pm (UTC)Ten minutes after Kat entered the cave a small bandit party of three men turned up. Aela assumed that they had either had followed them here, or saw the smoke from the camp fire she had lit. Aela heard them coming. They were careless and talking noisily; it gave her time to duck down into the long grass and notch an arrow before they even entered the clearing. She knew that she could deal more damage with her bow if she struck before they detected her so she waited until they had passed her and had their back to her before standing up and letting her first arrow fly. It smashed through the back of the first man's head and she had a second arrow notched as he hit the floor. The second bandit received an arrow in his face as he span around to face her. Instant death. The last of the three wielded two deadly looking war axes and began jogging towards Aela. She dropped her bow to the floor and ran towards her attacker. When she was within two meters of the man, she threw herself to the floor in a roll and tugged on his feet as she passed him. The bandit collapsed to the floor before he realised what had happened. Aela unsheathed a dagger from her belt and was on top of the man before he could react, slitting is throat. Since then, she had made a meal for when Kat returned and read up a bit about Dwemer machinery. Apparently you could shut down almost anything if you shouted 'stop' in the old language. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to say it.
A different type of Dwemer machinery. 3b / 3
Date: 2013-06-01 06:22 pm (UTC)"Kathryn! Kathryn I'm coming!"
Aela picked up the pace, sprinting towards the source of the noise. There was something weird about her companion's scream. It sounded almost.. Pleasurable? No, it couldn't be. Aela pushed the thought to the back of her mind and raced through the labyrinth.
"Kathryn, where are you?"
She burst around a corner and skidded to a halt, horrified by what she saw. Kathryn's limp body was suspended in the air by four arms, completely naked and with a large metal cock sliding inside her. What in tamriel was going on? Aela had seen Kathryn naked many times while changing, she was her 'follower' after all. They even slept together once to conserve heat in the wastelands near Winterhold, but nothing romantic. Although Aela had to admit, she saw the appeal and understood how she could easily bed the biggest, most handsome of men that other women would have thought out of their league. She was stunning.
"Kathryn?"
The exhausted body raised her head slowly.
"Aela..? Oh Aela! Help me out of here!"
She ran over to her and cut through the four metal arms with her blade. With nothing supporting her Kathryn slid further down the Dwemer phallus, causing another moan to escape her. Aela put her arms around her and lifted her up, off the machine and gently lowered her to the floor.
"Here, drink this. You look exhausted"
Kathryn recognised the green phial of a stamina potion and downed it. Instantly she felt her energy returning. Together, they got Kathryn dressed as she explained what had happened.
"By the nine. You must be traumatised! Promise me you'll never tell me to 'wait here' again."
"Okay, I promise"
"Good, then let's get you home"
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Date: 2013-06-03 01:43 am (UTC)The scratching, shattering electrical sound of Sondant’s lightning died down as the Dwemer centurion collapsed. The Breton mage lowered her hands, allowing the Lightning Storm spell to fade as her Dremora vanished back to Oblivion with a snarl. She collapsed, falling onto her knees and taking deep, needy breaths as she tried to breathe. She always had that problem; she’d concentrate on her magicka to the point she forgot how to breathe. And now she was paying the price for it, loosening her collar and allowing air to flow back into her lungs.
A lock of blonde hair escaped from her tight bun, and she scraped it back crossly. She stood, swaying slightly, collecting her bag before tightening her collar again. Blackreach loomed before her, totally uncharted and full of traps. Her goal was the scroll on the other side, and already she was running out of stamina potions. The fastidious mage was unsure that she would make it if her supply burned out; she was completely unused to sleeping and regularly burned through Enthir’s stock of stamina potions. It had gotten to the point where Sondant had bags under her eyes most days and even her tutors were begging her to just lay down, just for a few minutes…
She realised she had been dozing when she heard the rasp of a Falmer not to far away, and jerked back into attentiveness, hurrying quietly down the path towards the river. A ball of venom flew over her head and she twisted around to see a Chaurus reaper crawling behind her with that sickening sway of their various chitin-hide segments. It disgusted her, and she gladly unleashed a powerful Lightning storm onto it, not stopping until she could smell it frying in its plate. It twitched, falling onto its back, and she gave a smug nod, turning away and continuing towards the sounds of rushing water. She yawned, wondering if she should just forget about carrying on and go back to Sinderion’s house to use his bed. Snuggle up in the fur sheets, turn his skeleton into powder and return it to Avrusa. And as her legs buckled beneath her, she realised she couldn’t continue. She turned, and, with a sigh, made it back up the path to the stone cottage and stumbled through the door, kicking it shut and locking it behind her, muffling the room, before collapsing onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep. Her snores reverberated around the tiny house, and for the first time in several days Sondant slept peacefully.
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She woke almost a day later, bolting upright, a weird taste in her mouth and a need to pee in her loins. She clambered out of bed and relieved herself, before taking a large swig from her jug of milk and dripping a drop of Skooma onto her tongue. She shuddered as the quick burst of energy flooded her, and she put the bottle away, pulling out food. She felt more energised than she had in days, and ate with a renewed vigour. Half an hour later, the Breton was practically skipping down the road. She was heading back to the water when she stopped in surprise, turning her head to the right. There was a Dwemer Centurion charging station a few feet away, but rather than a Centurion, a Dwemer Sphere the size of a Centurion was attached. This was odd, and aggravated the mage. Things were not in their right place. She stalked towards it, determined to find out exactly what it was. She raised her hands, readying her spell in case it turned hostile.
When she arrived at the scene, however, the Sphere did not move. She circled it warily, finally taking a step towards it. Nothing happened. So she paced forward slowly, and gasped as she peeked inside the Sphere. A large slab of stone was settled at its crotch level, shaped a little like a saddle. It had a long, slim rectangular opening that lead into blackness, about the width of three fingers. But that wasn’t the oddest part. No, the oddest part was the large circular gaps just after the rectangular opening. And the Dwarven metal cock that just poked out the first hole. It was tiny, barely the head of a cock, but the sight of it made her hot and bothered.
She was struck with the desire to touch it.
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Date: 2013-06-03 01:46 am (UTC)relationship: het
kink: dub_con
kink: toys
es: Skyrim
char: f!_pc
kink: non_con
Curiosity, part 2
Date: 2013-06-05 12:01 am (UTC)She was dragged inside the large Sphere, and it closed around her, sealing her inside the metal. Hollowed metal tubes snapped shut around her arms and feet, and she frantically struggled as she tried to break free of them. A spark flickered in her field of vision, and then suddenly she was burning – her clothes were burning, but not her skin – and when the flames died down, ash fell from her body, and she was completely naked. She was about to scream when a column of metal snaked up her back and a metal gag was shoved in her mouth. She felt the entire machine vibrate beneath her and groaned behind the gag. It felt so good. Sondant had never known it to feel so pleasurable. She felt the strength of the vibrations directly in her loins, and her sex dampened a little.
The chill of the ruins began to seep into her skin, and she was soon shivering, even as the vibrations continued. They shook her sex until it began to weep, her cunt pulsing in pleasure, but never truly orgasming. What sensations that were granted felt heavenly, however, and Sondant realised somewhere through the haze that she hadn’t felt this good in some time. The vibrations seemed to ease her aching muscles, seeping through her muscles and granting a relief that brought a different kind of pleasure to her body as they worked out kinks she hadn’t realised existed. The Dwemer were surely geniuses for inventing a machine that had so many purposes. She knew she would not be allowed to relax for long, however.
When the juices began to trickle down the machine, and her mind was pleasantly distracted, Sondant felt a different kind of vibration, towards the front, and looked up dazedly to see a Dwemer gear rise up through the long opening in front of her. It had a fan-belt wrapped around it, disappearing back into the black opening, and she realised that the belt was covered in dwarven oil. It was wet and slippery and Sondant wondered what it was supposed to do. She got her answer when her mons flaps were pulled open and it was braced against her clit. Stronger vibrations were channelled through the gear and she felt her legs begin to tremble as the stimulation hit the most sensitive place in her body. She was wondering what the fan belt did when the gear began to turn, gently, and she screamed past the gag. The slippery gear was thicker than usual, and the lubricated leather rubbed against her clit perfectly. She arched her back, the pleasure quickly gaining on her.
Sondant was not a woman for whom orgasms were a regular thing, and even then, nowhere near as good as what was happening now. Her entire body shook, and she screamed behind the gag, as heat blossomed between her legs and pleasure raced through her loins. She felt liquid squirting out of her and slumped forward as the orgasm slowly receded. Vaguely she realised that the fan-belt was still going, and she groaned as her clit became sensitive. It spun a little faster, and she felt pleasure beneath her discomfort, growing again. Her hips bucked as she tried to move her clit away from the stimulation, but the way she was held offered little in the way of escape. She was forced to sit, riding the still-vibrating saddle and feeling the leather fan belt kissing her clit. It did not take her long to orgasm again.
Her nipples stiffened as her orgasms started to be forced out of her, undeniably aroused by this situation. Sondant loved control, she always had; to be put in a situation with no control, and where pleasure was the only option, was something she could only ever have dreamed of having done to her. Her toes curled, drops of sweat rolling languidly from her stomach, and sliding between her legs.
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