Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

  Some stayed motionless, pressing into the skin at different points on her body. On her belly, her breasts, her forehead and her cunt lips.

  Despite their appearance, they were warm to the touch. The others hovered over her, moving from area to area of her body, but never coming in contact with it.

  Suddenly just as abruptly as they had appeared they disappeared. Only the metal tubes and rods at Becka's feet remained, and they were moving toward her.

  Becka could hear nothing. The wax material covered both sides of her face and invaded her ears. It was if she was deaf.

  All she could see was the room's ceiling. Try as she might, she could not move her head. She waited silently, waiting for the next extremely close encounter.

  Her wait was short.

  Metal strands, whip like, encompassed Becka's ankles as the wax of her mold melted away. She was exposed from feet to waist. She could feel the air in the room on her lower extremities. Everywhere else, the waxy material held firm. Her legs remained in their spread position, but now the metal strands had raised them to a forty-five degree angle. Her cunt and anus completely exposed. She wanted to grip something, anything, but her hands remained contained in the wax. She gritted her teeth, tensed her body and readied herself.

  One of the “tools” that had extended from the wall into the room was a shiny metal rod. It extended meters from the wall, tipped with a dull, metallic club, of sorts. It was nearly half a meter in length and the width of Becka's wrist. Its tip was rounded. In the center one could see a small hole, the size of a pencil.

  As this monstrosity neared Becka's cunt, it stopped approximately a meter away, in line directly to enter her.

  A tube of light extruded from the pencil size hole in the middle of this club. The tube glowed a bright blue. Once released from its cage inside the metallic club, it contorted, snakelike and whipped around the dead space between Becka's cunt and the club. It seemed to be observing its surroundings, again, just as a snake would.

  It found what it had been seeking.

  The light from the tube increased, the blue of it becoming several shades lighter. It, too, had a rounded tip, reducing the size of the hole slightly. In a burst of speed it placed itself mere centimeters from Becka's cunt lips. It then began its slow exploration of her interior.

  Becka could sense something was near her. She had developed a kind of sixth sense when it came to this.

  Her senses were correct.

  She felt the tube pass slowly past her cunt lips into her vagina. There was no pain, only that sick sensation of something completely foreign inside her. She could feel the warmth emanating from whatever this thing was. It strangely made her feel aroused.

  The tube of light passed down Becka's vaginal canal very slowly. It would move from side to side, up and down inside her. She felt every move this thing made.

  Excitement and anxiety filled her body and mind, yet she held it at bay.

  Becka could sense this thing moving deeper inside her, and all she could do was grit her teeth even tighter.

  The probe continued its journey, examining every square centimeter of Becka's interior. At times the light from the tube would pulse, like the flash from a camera. No detail of her vaginal canal was missed. When it found itself at the pelvic bone it made its way past and into Becka's ovaries. Again, it examined every surface, light pulsing wildly.

  Becka felt numb. She had never experienced the sensation of a foreign object moving around inside her ovaries.

  The tube of light removed itself from Becka's vagina like a spaghetti strand being sucked into a hungry mouth. She felt its absence with relief, but also with trepidation. She wondered what would come next.

  The dull metal club moved forward slowly, finally pushing against Becka's cunt lips and slowly over them.

  Becka gasped. It was a gasp of incitement from deep inside her soul.

  This massive, dull metal club had now taken up the duties of a cock. An impossibly enormous cock, both in length and girth. It began plowing Becka hard.

  Becka's gasps turned to continuous moans, broken only by her need for air. As it bore into her, it vibrated against her G-spot. Her body instinctively became aroused and began growing wet around this monster. Becka's girl cum began dripping to the floor.

  The vibrating pleasure against her G-spot was immense. Her hips bucked wild like a bitch in heat. She began to lose consciousness from the unrelenting nirvana, but she was jarred back into reality by a strong, sharp jolt of electricity from the colossal metal cock, as it made its way deeper and deeper inside her. She could feel the ribs on the monster cock rub and massage against her cunt canal and pussy lips.

  The pleasure was unbearable. There was no comparison.

  Tears of mesmeration streamed down her face in a river. Her throat grew hoarse and sore from the moaning and screams of ecstacy she let out, in a futile attempt to mentally cope with the out-of-this-world pleasure she was experiencing.

  The dull metal babie's leg stopped its travel only when it could go no further, blocked by the bone of the pelvic wall. It remained motionless inside Becka's cunt. Her pussy juices continued to flow over and around this metal member, streaming down to her anus, then to the surface of the dais.

  Becka's moans had stopped. Through tightly clenched teeth, she drew sharp breathes, one ofter another, her body tensed , muscles pulled. She remained like this for what seemed like hours. She felt a change inside her. The unimaginable pressure inside her subsided. It felt as if the impossibly large, dull metal machine cock was disintegrating, becoming less and less. She was able to draw huge breaths of air into her lungs as her body relaxed slightly.

  Her mind could not contemplate why this was being done to her. All she new is the pleasure was almost gone. The intense, hot, and sensual pleasure no human had ever experienced. Her tears of pleasure overload continued. She dared to think that her ordeal was over.

  It was not.

  The slick, pussy-wet metal club retracted from deep inside her, then it was gone.

  Becka could not see, but an outpouring of liquid arousal still continued to escape her. She began to feel light headed.

  From above, a dart struck her in her inner thigh, piercing her femoral artery. It's strike brought her to full alert. She could see a slim, transparent tube snake from the ceiling. She could only assume it was somehow connected to the dart. She watched as a yellowish liquid flowed down this tube, making its way to some point on her body.

  It wasn't long until she felt a warm flow over her. The pleasure was gone, replaced by a warm sensation of well being. She was smiling in this euphoric state. All was well, she thought to herself. She didn't notice as the dart and tube pulled itself back into the blackness of the hole. Almost immediately her euphoria disappeared, replaced by the stark reality of her surroundings.

  Again, panic pushed up from inside her. She struggled to control it.

  The core had been monitoring the entire “procedure”. Becka's vitals, chemical saturation, enzyme production and dozens, if not hundreds of other bodily functions. As soon as her blood pressure took a dive the dart was fired. It had been on standby, waiting for orders. The core had calculated the probability of a sudden drop in Becka's blood pressure, brought on by sudden dehydration, and had taken precautions. The probe, with its light detection system, had given it all the information it could ever want.

  As to why this had been done to Becka, the simple answer was a new cellular lining had to be created to cover the interior of her vagina. The core saw this as a must in order to proceed further. The long answer was that, besides the new cellular wall, the production of neural proteins, enzymes and compounds that the body only produced during periods of intense pleasure and critical systems failure was needed. The core decided that the procedure performed on Becka was the most efficient way to achieve the results required.

  There was no empathy involved.

  Once Becka's body had recovered and all functions were normal, the core ordered
the dart and tube to retract. The yellowish fluid had been a synthetic accelerator. It had ramped up Becka's healing process a hundred fold. She was now ready for phase two.

  Becka was still contained by the waxy material of the mold that held her tight. Her angles were still held by the metal strands. She felt the wax around her begin to warm. In seconds it had disappeared. It had melted so rapidly it appeared to just fall away to nothing. Bindings of the tentacle material encircled her wrists and waist so quickly it was blinding. Here she was, bound and spread eagle on the dais.

  Phase two was about to start.

  The dull metal cylinder, with its rounded tip reappeared from inside the wall, but it was substantially smaller in both length and girth. Becka could now lift her head to see it. It was the size of a large, human cock, its surface glistening. A fluid surrounded its entirety, never dripping or falling away.

  It moved to enter Becka again.

  Driving itself slowly by the rod attached to its end, it pushed aside Becka's cunt lips and slid effortlessly inside her. Becka's back arched with a pleasure she was ashamed to admit. The large, metal cock substitute slid deep into her until it could progress no further. It withdrew as slowly as it had entered. A soft moan escaped Becka's lips. Somehow, she had forgotten all of what she had been subjected to prior. All that mattered now was this inhuman member.

  She wanted it.

  She craved it.

  She needed it.

  And so, she got it.

  The hard, blunted club dispensed with any foreplay and began to fuck Becka better than any man could. Its rhythmic motions delighted her. Her juices flowed. Her moans of “oh, God” and “fuck me” were the only sounds in the room.

  The metal cylinder, posing as a cock, obliged.

  Becka burst honeydew over her metal lover. Her long, drained moan told all in earshot that she had cummed, and continued to cum. With her legs still held in the air, the mixture of the machine fluid and her fluid poured out over her anus, her ass and onto the dais.

  She was pushing her hips up to meet this large cylinder that felt so good inside her. The wetness from the dais was forced up her lower back. She was covered in cum. Eyes closed, she pictured a man. A man she had never met, holding her helpless and fucking her as she came.

  Her large, glistening, metal lover fucked her. Thrusting in and pulling out in differing cadence. Rapidly, then slowly. Deep, then teasing. Still, then vibrating. Becka's orgasms came one after another.

  Perspiration covered her body, mixing itself with the fluids pouring out of her. She was covered in these fluids, her navel a miniature pond.

  Moans and squeals of pleasure and delight burst from Becka's lips uncensored. All that was of importance to her evaporated into the fog that shrouded her mind as she continued to cum with each deep plunge of the slick, metal club.

  She felt a huge volume of thick liquid machine cum burst from the tip of the cylinder. Her loud “oh, God, fuck yes!” resonated throughout the round room.

  Then the metal cock pulled out of her. It was gone. Simply gone.

  Becka let out cries of disappointment and anger. The lower part of her body was completely covered in varying fluids. It looked as if she had sat herself in a tub of oil.

  She continued moving her hips in a fucking motion, hoping this would call back her metal lover. It had no effect.

  Becka lay bound on the dais, breathing hard. She felt a satisfaction that only came from an orgasm, and she had many.

  Her eyes were open now, as she tried to hold off to the sensations that washed over her body, but despite her best attempts, they dissipated as nature had intended. She now lay, relaxed and exhausted on the dais, eyes focused upward to the ceiling. Silent tubes ending in cups fell slowly from the ceiling onto Becka's tits.

  The now familiar sense of being milked blotted out all others.

  Once the machines were done with her, an eight wheeler returned her to her cell.

  She immediately received a “cleansing”. The feeling of the warm water and the scent of the disinfectant felt good on her body. She washed her lush hair and scrubbed herself down with her hands. After the drying cycle was completed a panel on the back of the round wall opened, where it met the floor, and a new set of clothes was pushed out. Becka dressed herself.

  She was filled with shame. How could she have let herself enjoy getting fucked by a machine, and enjoy it so much? Her cunt still tingled. She sat on the cell floor and sobbed in self loathing, not noticing the sound of wheels approaching her cell.

  “What the fuck are you crying for, you stunned cunt?” It was a girl's voice, one she had never heard.

  Becka opened her eyes and, standing there, an eight wheeler behind her was a slight but well proportioned girl. She was completely naked. A natural redhead, Becka noticed. She had a pleasing face with light traces of freckles on her cheeks and shoulders.

  “Who...What...” Becka couldn't speak.

  How was this girl outside her cell and, apparently, walking free?

  “My name is Reyna. Come on, say it. Ray naaah,” the girl teased.

  Becka could see contempt on her face. Contempt of her.

  Gathering her wits, Becka asked. “How are you out of your cell? Are you able to just walk around? Can you…?” Reyna cut her off there.

  “Unlike you, cunt, I'm no fucking slave,” Reyna spat the words at Becka.

  “I'm your boss,” the girl giggled at this.

  “What are you talking about? Where are you from?” Becka asked, still slightly in shock.

  “Listen up, cow, I'm going to tell you this just once,” the redheaded woman told her.

  “You fight these guys, I don't. This is paradise. All I do is fuck, and fuck again,” the woman said viciously.

  “They want my milk? They can have it. It's not like I'm going to need it,” the woman continued. “All I do is obey. They tell me to go here, I go there. They fuck me, I love it.”

  A small, vindictive smile appeared on her lips.

  “Don't you get it, you fucking dense cow? All they want is our milk, and just for giving it to them with no fuss I get fucked and fucked. Metal cock or tentacle, I don't care. I always get off big time,” Reyna explained.

  “This is what I was born for,” she laughed. “Think about it. I get everything I need or want. I don't eat that baby food shit you do. I eat whatever I ask for,” Reyna's narrative continued.

  “I've got a nice room. A soft king size bed, music, booze, any food I want and all I have to do is fuck and suck,” she ended, still smiling.

  Becka was speechless.

  “I give them help with you fucking cows.”

  She raised her left hand. Her palm was covered in a black, shiny material. It looked like millions on specks of obsidian.

  “Watch,” she told Becka.

  She turned to the transport and spoke.

  “Open the door.” she commanded.

  The door of Becka's cell rose open. Becka backed to the far wall as Reyna entered her cell. She held up her left hand to Becka and a pulse of purple light burst from it. Becka was pushed against the wall hard, very hard. It was as if she had been hit by a freight train. She fell to the floor, the wind knocked out of her.

  “You see, cow,” Reyna told her. “I talk, you obey, or you get this. If you didn't have your back against the wall you would have flown a few feet in the air and landed on your ass.”

  Pride covered Reyna's face.

  “Bye bye, cow,” Reyna spoke in a condescending tone. “New cows are arriving. I need to teach them to behave,” she laughed hysterically. “I'll see you soon, cunt,” she said in parting.

  Reyna stepped up onto the transports platform. Two hand holds appeared as a band encircled her waist.

  “Hi ho, silver,” she laughed insanely as the transport whizzed away down the corridor.

  Becka sat on her cell floor, stunned. A collaborator? She questioned herself. It had never occurred to her that any woman would agree to help these creatures
. All this “Reyna” wanted for the effort was to get fucked and cum, over and over again. She didn't even care what fucked her; creature or machine.

  Becka went over the woman's words, carefully.

  “See you soon.”

  What did that mean? Becka thought to herself.

  She was going to kill this little bitch, that was clear. Her mind had made the decision for her even before Reyna had stopped talking.

  “Fucking collaborator,” she thought.

  Exhaustion hit Becka hard and sleep soon followed. It was a dead sleep. Dreamless.

  **********

  Becka woke to excruciating pain. Her tits were on fire, her nipples seemed ready to explode. She rose to her feet and looked down at her tits. They were huge, swollen beyond measure, their skin pulled thin, ready to tear. The pain was like nails in her nipples, her whole body ached and throbbed with the contractions of her inflamed breasts.

  She fell back against the wall. The twin tubes with their cup tips soon made themselves visible, snaking out of their holes and around her chest. The tips made contact with her nipples, the pump whirred and jets of milk left her tits to flow down the tube to who knows where.

  Becka didn't care. All she could feel was relief from the mind numbing pain.

  Becka watched as her tits deflated like leaky balloons. Having the milk taken from her engorged tits was ecstasy. With the pain lessening every minute, Becka could breathe again.

  Never before had her tits ever been this huge, this bloated with milk. She quickly understood why she had been subjected to the ordeal the previous day. She wasn't producing enough milk, she knew that. She had seen it first hand.

  She had endured such surreal sensations, and such exquisite pleasure all for a single purpose: Milk production. Somehow, during her time spent in that circular room the creatures, machines had revitalized her lactation to an extreme.

  **********

  Over the next several days this painful routine repeated itself. She woke in pain and was milked into pacification.