Charli didn't think that last emphasis was necessary, and frowned at Ted. She caught Draken frowning, too.
"What we're keen to see," Melissa said enthusiastically, "is if the Robasm can keep you from having one. Draken himself designed your program, Ms. Fontina. He was here in the early hours of the morning working on it."
Charli winced. "Oh, he was, was he?"
Ted nodded. "He said the standard delayed gratification program would launch you toward fulfillment too easily, because you're, uh..."
"We call your type an uber responder," Melissa said. "We don't get too many of those, so we're really excited you're auditioning. Honestly, Ms. Fontina? I hope you get the job. I think you'd do a tremendous job spreading enthusiasm about Mr. Robasm, as we like to call him." Melissa winked.
"Let's get it started, then," Gordon said. "Who wants to do the honors?"
Chapter 7
Draken said, "Allow me," and came forward, and Charli suddenly heard a change in the whirring sound the Robasm had been making.
And then the seat moved.
Charli gasped as her glasses fell up along the bridge of her nose. Up? Yes, she was being tipped back. And then her legs were falling open and her arms flailing before it registered that she wasn't actually falling backwards off the seat. She only had time to tense her muscles in anticipation before she felt something soothing and warm on her buttocks.
Her buttocks? Yup. Her bottom was being massaged. While the seat had angled her backward, she'd also been raised, she realized, by levers she hadn't been aware of. She wasn't actually directly on the seat anymore. The massage was happening through her skirt, a slow, steady stroking upward accompanied by heat. It was achingly soothing to her gluteal muscles.
Unconsciously she relaxed.
No sooner had the muscles in her abdomen eased then the rod between her legs began to enter her. Charli said, "Oh!" as the rod incrementally penetrated. Her body tightened automatically in simultaneous resistance and response. Immediately the advance of the rod slowed. She moaned, then peeked at the others in the room, who―thank heavens!―weren't even looking at her.
At least she was clothed. At least she was decently covered. Charli had a moment to be immensely grateful for the privacy offered by her skirt...until it hit her.
They were watching. Just not directly. They were watching her image on the wall.
Her gaze flew wildly around to the projection.
There it was―clear as daylight, the rod inching inside her. She could see the way her pussy tried to clutch at it. So could everyone else. Jesus freaking Christ. Melissa looked fascinated. Ted and Gordon looked pole-axed. And Draken...he wasn't looking at the wall. He was looking directly into her eyes.
Beautiful, he mouthed.
And Charli almost exploded.
Her body arched and started quivering. Immediately the rod between her legs paused. Very slowly, it began to withdraw.
"Oh, no," she cried. The feeling of hollowing out while her internal muscles clutched futilely was tormenting. She panted for a few minutes while the machine remained motionless, now situated on the cusp of entering her hole. The room was motionless, too, and silent except for the sounds of her breathing.
"It's preventing you from climaxing, Ms. Fontina," Draken murmured. "That was a close one. A bit too close, maybe."
There was a slightly embarrassed ripple of laughter in the room. Charli was absolutely mortified. The machine had barely done anything and she'd been ready to come.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry," she blurted. "I wasn't even trying."
"No need," Melissa said. "Honestly, we understand." She moved up toward Charli and leaned in to whisper in Charli's ear, "Truth, sister? If I had Draken Almatto watching me on this machine, I'd be in your state, I swear. You're doing great."
"Hey, no whispering," Ted said.
"He just hates being left out of all the fun," Gordon confided.
While they were bantering, the machine started up again. Inexorably the rod advanced. Charli's pussy was invaded until the rubber attachment was embedded in so deeply, Charli moaned with pleasure.
Stop that. Every time you moan, people are listening. Keep it to yourself if it feels good.
And then the chair began to rock slowly forward and back.
Charli's eyes popped. As the Robasm gently swung her forward and back, the rod inside her started an easy rhythm of sliding in and out. Not much, just a little, but enough to tantalize her.
One quick glance showed Draken was watching her with hooded eyes. Don't show him how rough this is. Charli bit on her lip to stifle her whimper and tried to assume a carefree smile.
A lever appeared in front of her. She watched it like it was a charmed snake as it lowered and then began to ease up the hemline of her blouse. It felt warm and steely hard against her bare midriff. Then she heard a slight click and one of her breasts was lifted, gripped.
That alarmed her, until she realized how gentle the clasp actually was. The breast was hoisted up, making her nipple protrude crudely under the blouse as she looked down, astounded.
Then something wet―or at least, it felt wet―began to pull on her nipple.
It wasn't quite like a mouth suckling. But close. Damn fucking close.
All as she continued to swing and the dildo inside her moved slickly.
"Dr―Draken! I mean―Mr. Almatto. Mr. Almatto! Oh, lord!" When she realized what she'd said, she bit her lip. Not only everyone, but all the people watching from the auditorium must have heard her plea to Draken.
As for Draken...he was covering his mouth with his hand, his finger stroking his lower lip, and his dimple was showing. Oh, damn his arrogant ass. He found this funny! Except if she strained her neck she could see the bulge in his pants. He wasn't immune to what was happening, oh, no.
And then without any sense of warning, she was suddenly hurtling toward orgasm. It was weird. One moment she was riding a very pleasurable spiral, the next there was pure ecstasy. Oh, right. Your clit. Something just started touching your clit, tugging on it with warm, wet suction. Oh, hell. Oh, fuck, that feels amazing. Oh, please don't let it stop. Oh yes oh yes―
Everything stopped. Everything―even the swinging. Right when Charli's whole body had tensed, straining, on the verge of an earth-shaking climax. Worst of all was the way the rod inside her froze in mid-slide.
"Oh, no, no, no."
Even as she wailed, she recognized her tone of voice―it was the same as Elizabeth's earlier when she'd been hurled into orgasm. Only in Charli's case, it was the opposite. She'd been about to explode, and―nothing. She was being held there, her blood roaring, her muscles knotted, waiting for the release that had been so damn close she could taste it.
She heard somebody say something, but not what it was. The feelings were too intense to worry about that right now. Every cell in her body was focused on her pussy. Forget her relationship with Draken. Forget her job. Forget a hundred thousand dollars. Her pussy was the center of her universe.
If only that rod would move! If only whatever was on her clit would pull at it again! And her breast―it was peaking, needing to be suckled. No matter how she strained toward pressure, it wouldn't come.
Instinctively she lifted her free hand, the one not gripping the control, toward her pussy. A whirring sound was her only warning that the Robasm had visual sensors. Her arm was gently restrained. Vaguely she stared at her hand and saw a plastic-covered cuff surrounding her slender wrist. Startled, she looked up and caught Ted, Melissa, and Gordon regarding her almost pityingly.
Frantically she tried to tug her hand free, but the Robasm wouldn't release it.
Oh, yeah. I control it, but not that way.
"I―if I press the red button, will it let me go?" she stammered.
"No," Ted said. "That just stills everything. Since the machine is already stopped because you lost control, the only way is to use the voice command."
"Not true," Melissa said. "We can manually unlock it. But we'd really
prefer not to, if you can handle it, Ms. Fontina. Can you breathe deeply and center yourself or something?"
"Y―yes, I―oh, hell. Okay. This is pretty―right, I can do it."
Despite her words, her pussy was clenching desperately on the rod. Her hips, she realized, were trying to thrust forward to force the rod in deeper. Why couldn't her hips move? Well, damn. What are those plates doing there? Keeping you immobilized, that's what! Aaargh!
"Oh, this is..." Dignity! She had to scrounge some self-respect somehow. The woman said she'd liked her comic, for the lord's sake. She had an image to maintain.
Charli lifted her chin and sucked in air―in and out, in and out. Finally, the robot must have sensed she was no longer on a hair-trigger, because it began, piece by piece, to resume exactly where it left off.
A few minutes later, Charli found herself all but sobbing. The feelings as she was soothingly rocked, as her pussy was mechanistically fucked, as that one breast was "suckled" by the robot, were too delicious to ignore. Though she tried. How she tried. Something about being in this reclining position, though, made her feel ridiculously passive, like she could only lie here lazily while things were done to her.
When her thighs were opened wider by additional plates, when she felt the coolness of air at her back and her butt cheeks part, Charli had the most awful feeling. Not now. Oh, fuck.
Then she felt a slippery warmth at her anus. As it began to probe her rear entrance, Charli couldn't stop the protesting sound she made, though she tried to muffle it. Damn Draken's horny hide! He programmed this. He had to know this was going to push you beyond your limits. Where is that asshole, anyway?
He'd slid down the wall to a sitting position now, his arms draped across his raised knees. His eyes, she saw, were openly scanning first her body, then the wall. He had a self-satisfied little smile on his face. Oh, yes, he knew just what the machine was doing to her.
They all did, of course. There it was, displayed where some unknown camera was picking it up―her tiny dark puckered anus and the slender, shiny dowel about two inches long that was nudging it. Even the way she shoved back, unable to help it, was obvious. Charli had never seen anything as lewd as the video feed of the attachment starting to enter her ass.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Charli stiffened. Melissa said, "Damn, what is it now?" and Ted and Gordon cursed rudely. Only Draken kept his equanimity. He got up, strolled over to the doors and unlocked them. No matter how Charli angled her head, she couldn't see who was there. The doors shut a minute later.
"That was Paul and Angie. Two other members of the research team, Ms. Fontina," Draken explained for Charli's benefit. "They're asking to observe, too. I told them in a few minutes we can take a few more but right now is a bad time. Apparently," he smiled slowly, "everyone's transfixed and dying to know what's happening to you, Ms. Fontina. Your face is very revealing."
"Crap," she said. "I don't want anyone else in here."
"Not for a few minutes," he said calmly. "Ah, there it goes."
He was referring, they all saw, to the slim dowel which was now fully embedded in Charli's ass and had now started rotating in circles, stretching the hole wider each rotation. The sensation was indescribable. Charli found she couldn't focus on anything except those ever-widening rotations happening in her rectum.
Couldn't focus, but of course it was all affecting her. The way her clit was being plucked/sucked/whatever it was, her passage filled, her poor nipple...all of it. Charli didn't even know she cried out until she heard the sound echo in the room. She didn't know she was about to come until the machine stopped. Again.
Just. Horribly. Stopped.
It was all as before, only worse. Charli shuddered. She shut her eyes and tasted her own sweat with her tongue that had for some reason emerged. Heard herself sniffling. Heard her own wetness as her pussy clasped the rod that had ceased moving while only inserted a couple of inches inside her.
This was awful.
"Jesus, Charli," came Draken's voice. "You're absolutely gorgeous. Isn't she sensational?"
"Remarkable," Ted said. "Stunning."
Melissa's low voice sounded. "Are you all right, Ms. Fontina? We can see―we can see―er―"
"This footage is gold," Gordon was saying at the same time. "Wish we could use it straight as is. Do you think she can do this again?"
"Oh, yeah," Draken said. "Again and again."
"Hello, people," Charli protested. "I'm h―here, you know. Oh, God, let it fucking end. This is hard."
"We know, darling," Draken said. "Do we know it. Look, I'm going to let in a few more people. They're all scientists and engineers, so don't have a cow, Ms. Fontina. All right?"
"Whatever," she muttered.
For a while there was disturbing chaos. People in lab coats were entering the room and talking in low voices. Meanwhile, the Robasm resumed stimulating Charli. Between realizing there were now almost a dozen researchers in the lab and trying not to react to the attachments working on her, Charli was a hot mess.
Then both attachments that had been filling Charli's orifices smoothly withdrew. Charli's jaw dropped as she found her cunt and her anus suddenly empty. It was a shock. Her body automatically strained to regain the pressure where she needed it―futilely, of course. Nothing was touching her pussy now, goddammit.
Then her breast was released, too. And now Charli was tipped forward about a hundred sixty degrees, until her face was slightly lower than her feet. Blood rushed to her head. The seat revolved until Charli faced the wall she hadn't seen yet. It was covered, she noticed hysterically, with documents and a cork board, with lots of tacked-on notes. This was definitely a work lab.
But that didn't matter.
Because her bottom. Her bottom was in the air. Her buttock cheeks were still being held parted, she realized. And her skirt had slid up her body, exposing them.
That meant that now some of the scientists, though she couldn't see for sure which ones, had to be able to see her derrière directly―not just through the camera's lens.
Fuck, oh, fuck.
"This one's much larger," she heard Draken murmur.
"What's the diameter on that devil, Lee?" another male voice said, while Charli glanced in a panic over her shoulder at the wall with the video images―and gasped.
Approaching her innocent little anus was a huge, brutal-looking, oblong intruder, coated in petroleum jelly. She saw it a moment before she felt it. Everyone in the room heard her yelp.
"Draken!" she shouted.
Chapter 8
"Now you can see one reason I invited her," Draken said, as if he hadn't heard Charli at all. "I've never seen the equal of that ass. Perfectly round and plump. And split that way..."
"It's quite something," a voice of indeterminate sex squeaked.
"Shh, everyone. Watch." This was another voice, older. "It's her first time with anal pen."
"You sure, Lee?" said a woman's voice.
"Watch her face and ask me again. She's utterly shocked."
"Oh, right. This should get interesting."
Charli groaned. With all these extra people here, it was suddenly like she wasn't even a person―just an experimental subject.
Damn Draken. Damn him and his bright ideas to eternal perdition. Then she forgot everyone―forgot anything but the very, very slowly pushing plug at her ass.
It didn't hurt her. It went achingly slowly. When her muscles resisted it instinctively, the Robasm distracted her. Her thighs and calves became the recipient of the most relaxing massage.
Then came a sleek, sweet rubbing on her clitoris.
While the plug penetrated her rear.
All accompanied by inoffensive mechanical whirring noises.
You're never going to hear an appliance working again without getting wet, are you?
Charli was in a bad state at this point. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. Her juices were saturating her skirt and slicking down her belly.
Help.
It actually didn't take long before the plug stopped filling her ass. Somebody said, "It only went halfway in."
"Good job, Raoul," someone else sounded impressed. "Your mods totally fixed it. Now it knows exactly how much the user can take. You can see it's stretching her, but not painful."
"Lee gets some of the credit," was the modest reply. "He's the undisputed king of anal. And Melissa helped me debug."
Charli wondered hysterically if she were a person or a mindless body. Then she forgot everything else. Because the plug slowly―oh, so slowly―began to thrust in and out.
Then there was a probe at her cunt, and she was being filled there again, too.
Charli couldn't help what happened then. She started to grunt, and her body moved without volition.
The machine's dual thrusts became staggered in a wildly titillating rhythm.
Everything faded. It wasn't that she thought she was alone. It was that the other people no longer mattered to her. The only person she was even vaguely aware of was Draken. She knew where he was, and that he was watching her. That's all.
The rest was taken up by sensation. Animal, primitive sensation.
There was something moving in her ass. Her thoughts centered there. She was a body that had been divorced from her mind into a bundle of nerves, nerves that were being mastered by an intelligence she couldn't fathom. It knew what felt good. It kept giving it to her. No matter what inhibitions she had.
Her inhibitions said, That feels wrong. Her body said, Hell, yes.
How could the Robasm play her so well?
And "play" was right. She was being played like an instrument. Her body sang high and low, music billowing in different parts of her. At times she was unaware of the sounds she herself made as she found herself entirely at the mercy of the rhythms being acted out by dildos, levers and plates.
Several times, hoping against hope, she felt an orgasm coming on. Each time, the machine halted before the spasms could launch into convulsions. She had to be impressed. Only once did the Robasm come close to messing up. That time, during an anal thrust, Charli came so close to exploding she actually thought she had. Never before had she been so close to the edge and then―
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