Syndicate #2

6.5

Some trickle of juices start seeping out as the dildo goes, but it’s still not enough to bring any form of satisfaction from Margot. She is sure that the viewers at home also want more than just this simple teasing. The cameras are already on, red dots glowing next to the lenses as active signs. Margot takes a peek at her tablet once in a while, reading some of the viewer’s comments while she is at it. The viewers are curious to what she has in mind for the girl. They already had a first taste of Suzan on camera, and now they are looking forward for more.

While they have Suzan’s cunt being teased by the large dildo, Margot keys in some commands and have two mechanical arms fold out from the table, which appear next to the girl’s exposed feet.

They’ve gotta build up the show, adding another layer of teasing with another teasing. Temptation is the play, and the audience are growing crazy by the possibilities that can happen.

Her chest is heaving even more prominently, breasts rising up and down, stretching the pink latex wrapping tightly around her bust.

Suzan’s body is already shaking from the undeniable sensation in between her legs, but then suddenly she can feel a pair of hands grabbing at the sole of her feet, and she can’t help but to jump in surprise, her restrains pulling at she does so.

“What is that? What is this? Please take it out!” she shouts out when she can’t handle it anymore. She knows that it is to her best interest to keep her protest to herself, but she just can’t handle it anymore!

“There’s a dildo playing in between your legs. And there are two mechanical arms that will ease you up by the feet, I think,” Margot explains without missing a beat.

Suzan wants to let out another protest, but then the robot arms begin massaging her feet, making her jump and tense ever so slightly from the contact. It’s strange, having moving robots touch her with such precise intent. She has never thought that such thing is possible. The girl tries to distance herself from the source as much as possible, even despite the restrains, making the leathers dig into her skin as she does so. She doesn’t care, though. She wants to get away as much as possible.

But the arms are smart. They know where to touch her, where to slip the fingers in between her toes and make her cry out with ecstasy. Suzan curses at them, curses at her kidnappers and what they make her feel, but the arms just continue to rub at her non-stop, teasing her until heat spreads from the sole of her feet right up to her core, stomach, and travel all the way up to the swelling lump in her heart.

Strange physical contacts makes her nervous. And when she can’t get away, it causes her to panic. When it continues even more, it makes her want to run away. But when she can’t—

“No! Stop! Get away from me! Don’t touch me! Make it stop!” Suzan blows up, thrashing and screaming non-stop like a broken dam, all her resolves breached in a matter of seconds. She cries and begs for them to stop, but it doesn’t seem like anyone is listening.

The robot arms switch around on her feet. This time one arm is playing at the gasps of her toes, while the other is tentatively tracing at the sole of her left foot. It makes Suzan shivers with contrasting feeling; fear and delight. Delight because those are the area where she reacts easily the most. Fear because she can’t believe how well her body is taking all of this, even when the sensation is forced upon her person.

Just what kind of people are they? Making her feel all kinds of things despite her desperate wishes against it?

She doesn’t like how these mechanical arms are touching her ever so familiarly—intimately. And let’s not forget about the dildo that is still rubbing at her folds, curving ever so deliciously until the tip brushes against her c******s until the sensitive pebble turns raw.

It feels so good, but it also feels so wrong.

“No! I don’t want this! You can’t make me! Stop, I say!” Her pleas is mixed with desperate demands this time, and something about the way Suzan is speaking in such disrespectful tone and misbehaving in Margot’s eyes is really irritating the other woman.

“Ungrateful b***h! Stop fighting this! Can’t you see that what you’re giving you is a privilege that not just anyone can receive?” Margot spits frustratedly, but hearing her shouts only make the girl thrash and scream even louder. Margot tries to wait until the girl calms down by herself, but when minutes pass and it doesn’t seem like to be working, she orders Mary to apply their backup plan.

“Lower the mask,” Margot orders.

The ceiling opens up to allow a breathing mask to descened. Tubes are connected to the mask, and it lowers itself until it is aligned at the slave girl’s face, before Mary steps up to help clasp the mask around Suzan’s shaking head.

“No! No! What are you doing to me! Let me go—!” Suzan’s frantic shouting is quickly cut short when the mask clenched tightly around her face, drowning out her voice from the inside. There’s a strange gas of sort that is quickly emitted from it, which upon her inhalation causes Suzan’s mind to go wary. She clenches at her fists once, twice, before her body goes completely relax against her wishes. Her mind is still wary, but this time her body refuses to match what she is feeling inside. Her muscles relaxes, no longer etched with tension. Yet, despite the perfect calmness in her demeanor, Suzan’s inner mind is screaming for help, for release.

“There, there. That’s better,” Margot sings-a-song with a satisfied tone.

While her body ceases all fighting and her face obscured, the audience watches on as the movement in between her legs grow even more frantic, brushing up against her snatch until her folds are being rubbed raw, turning her intimate place so hypersensitive that juices are dripping out from her in uncontrollable gushing waves now.

She tries to deny it, but her body is really reacting to the motion this time around. It feels so good that heat is pooling inside her stomach, ready to shoot out a gush of her proven desire. Suzan doesn’t want this, but as much as she’d like to escape from this forced pleasure, she can’t. Her mind is forced to stay still and watch as all of this happens around her.

While the girl is internally attacked, the pair of mechanical arms continue to tease her feet, massaging and sliding itself against her skin, pushing her body to physically react to the uninvited touches even more. She can even feel some type of salve being applied to her feet, before it gradually warms up to the point that it becomes uncomfortable—in a s****l kind. It’s wet and sticky, almost like saliva, and the downward and upward motions around her is creating a phantom devouring motion that swallows her up whole in lust.

Suzan wants to scream, but all that can come out is a weak whimper that echoes from under her mask. As much as she wants to ignore the level of depravity that’s happening to her body, she can’t. Her kidnappers let a steady flow of calming gas that circulates into her breathing system, forcibly making her body appear calm even when her mind is anything but so. Suzan wants to let out a frustrated cry, but even that privilege is kept out from her reach this time, the calming gas only allows a single tear to slide down her cheek.

She fights and fights and fights, but all her efforts seem to be futile. The arms and dildo rub against her repeatedly until her skin turns red from being teased too much. She has never felt so embarrassed before. The humiliation stains her already dirtied soul. They allow this to continue for so long until her inward self can’t do nothing but to stay put and allow her body to be violated.

To what purpose, she wonders? Didn’t they mention something about pornography? So she’s just some tool to make money from? Pathetic! Suzan wants to cry and finally her eyes let tears fall out unrestrainedly until her entire face is damped with tears.

But if she thinks that this shall be the end of it, she thinks wrong.

“I think she’s ready now,” Mary informs Margot, who nods slightly in return. Margot combs her way to the place in between Suzan’s legs, before dipping a finger into the tight, juicy channel until Suzan sucks in her own breath. Margot traces her finger around the soft opening for good measure, retrieving a decent amount of juice, and tests out its intensity by rubbing her fingers together right in front of one of the cameras so that the audience back home can see, before speaking once again.

“Look at this amount. Your mouth might say no, but your body says yes,” Margot teases the girl with a side snigger. “Now be good, and you might get the chance to receive a present.”

No, no more, Suzan wants to shake her head, but the collar and chain prevents her from moving her head much.

“Mary, engage on the insertion,” Margot says with a wide grin on her face.

“Insertion engaged,” Mary announces happily.

Mary types something on the computer, before Suzan can feel something moving around her opening. The dildos are changing their angles, now the tip pointed upward, the thick roundness kissing right against her p***y. The girl takes short, rapid breaths before one of the dildos start moving again, this time spinning in its own, the motion slowly parting the girl’s opening.

All the wetness is making all of this too easy. Suzan jolts up at the first weight of pressure. The rotating dildo is forcing her folds to part, before entering her tight hole slowly. She hisses in her breath, ready to break free, but restrains are pulling her back to abide gravity. The harder she fights and tries to lift her ass, the more does the dildo seem to be working to penetrate her hole.

The girl is freaking out inside. To say that she feels outrageous is an understatement. Suzan feels faint, yet no matter how hard she begs to be spared of this torture, it doesn’t seem like her body abides her will. She wants to pass out, but can’t. Something is stopping her. Then she thinks of the gas from the breathing mask. Does it have something to do with her inability to lost consciousness?

Well, of course. These people want her to put on a show. There’s no way they’ll make big bucks from a sleeping girl. They want her to be conscious for everything they have in mind for her.

The dildo is not going anywhere soon. Suzan’s position is just right for the insertion, each of her legs already planted steadily at each of the side, trapping her own limps with the rest of her body weight, her legs folded down and her ass planted just right above her heels. Suzan finds her own body lowering toward the drilling dildo as chains and leather restrains begin pulling her downward, mostly using the tight strain around her neck even tighter. The chains begin pulling her body down until her snatch slip toward the dildo, allowing the silicon tip around her prepuce to make further contact with her opening. Her body is continuously lowered, the chains pulling at the choker at her neck growing shorter at each second, directing her p***y to take in the first of the dildo’s length.

Her p***y parts so that the fat head of the huge dildo slips into her body. It feels so hot where her s*x connects with the large object. Suzan dreads the moment that the tool is finally going to sit fully, all the way inside her. Just imagining the horror is making her shiver coldly.

Yet, the audience can’t help but to blow up through the comments, complimenting on how beautiful she looks when she cries. Margot can’t hide her smirk when she sees all of this. She likes the way the girl jumps ever so slightly when the dildo manages to hit yet another sensitive point as it steadily drills inside the girl’s opening.

Suzan can feel her own labia being pushed so far apart, widening and stretching until she can feel a gaping hole taking place at the very front of her core. The girl wants to scream at these vile people, for putting her through such ordeal, but no such luck, so she settles on letting out tears of fear and anger, making it pour down from her messed-up face. It stings when some of them dribble at her bruises, reminding her of their presence. The Dungeon’s staff applied some medicine before they put her on this suit, but that doesn’t mean that she’s okay.

With the labia majora parted, Suzan’s urethral orifice is exposed. A circle of flesh ring wraps around the head of the dildo, giving the camera something precious to zoom in for. Watching the way Suzan’s flesh is forced to part and take in the dildo head is gold; it’s like watching a flower blooming at the first light of sun. The tool pushes some more until Suzan’s fourchette is snapping around its silicon mushroom head.

The c**k-shaped dildo slides in a few millimeters, making the slave girl internally scream from the pain, her voice fighting to break out from her calm visage, her eyes bulging and nose widening as it happens. Even with the mix lubricant and her own juice already pre-applied at the hard tool, Suzan’s hole is still not used to this required type of stretching. Her flesh might be flexible, but the muscles are way too tight and stubborn for penetration—especially not when the dildo is at least two inches thick. More tears begin to leak out from Suzan’s sweaty face, causing her breathing mask to fog from within. The girl is gradually turning timid, especially at the threat of being raped by a dildo-machine. Hoping for sympathy is useless though, she knows as much.

The large dildo slips further in, splitting Suzan apart even right from the beginning. She inwardly screams with tremor, letting out a pathetic mewl in real life, before more tears resume. The thick length has to be eased into the very tense body, slipping the length millimeter by millimeter as it is programmed to do, stretching her tight little cunt as it is inserted. This goes on until its thick head manages to breach the girl’s vestibular glands, which happens to bloom like that of a flower, splitting open right from the middle. Suzan’s entrance appears delectable, and the camera lenses are going crazy zooming in on the juices that gushes out of her tight opening. The people can’t wait until to see the device finally penetrates the quivering girl’s hymen, and the net is booming with these related comments.

Suzan’s hymen is an annular type, which is common for someone who has experienced s*x. A hidden camera embedded at the dildo trying to penetrate her is showing this to the live feed, making people go obsessed with the notion. Up next, the dildo will have to combat through the girl’s tight ring muscle.

Even after all this time, the front of Suzan’s passage still clings tightly to the s*x toy. Well, no matter. The more pain inflicted, the more pleasure will be returned through the s*x.

Breaking through Suzan’s vaginal ring muscle is probably the highlight of today’s show. The numbers of viewers tuning in shoots up, the title soars up and take place at today’s Top 10 list. The viewers are loving the way the new girl is being put to her place, and they can’t seem to get enough. Requests after requests just keep pouring in, wanting her to be showed in all kinds of perverted fantasy.

Without the mask, they can probably see that the girl’s face is brimmed with shame and a strange sense of fulfillment. All of this sensation is so new to her that she has no idea what to make of it. Despite what’s going on with her from above, her below is getting all sorts of attention—though whether it is positive or negative depends on the perspective.

The pull of this one’s cunt is like that of a black hole, undeniable. Suzan’s cunt is so tight and narrow and small and wet and slick that the dildo can’t help but to mechanically keep pushing on, aiming to breach through her tunnel until she’s fully gaping open for it’s safe passage. Suzan’s inner muscles clench is like a sponge, absorbing every searing friction it receives.

When the tool thrusts harder through her beaded walls, it feels as if Suzan is being driven by a huge log of wood, right into her cunt. She can’t keep it inside anymore. So finally, the girl lets out a high pitch muffled scream—so high and perturbed to the point that the sound penetrates through her mask, carried all the way through the whole room, echoing through every corner of the space until even the most immune individual can hear. Margot shivers and her body hums in responds—that’s how gratifying the sound is—and the woman can only pat herself in the back for creating such an honorable situation.

This encourages the dildo to push on, breaking through Suzan’s tight little canal with the head of the penetrating toy. One by one, the narrow strings of flesh snaps apart, the tissue parted to make way, causing sweet honey to leak. The penetration is far from over though, because now it is jetting up through the rest of the channel, sliding all the way until the entire passage is drilled with this gaping hole it creates. The strife creates a clear passageway that eventually leads to Suzan’s vaginal passage being completely breached, all the way until the dildo slips entirely inside her wet cunt. The dildo’s girth is pushing her apart tightly still, turning every push  into a delicious friction. The s*x toy even makes sure to graze against Suzan’s g-spot, making sure to temper each and every inch of her hypersensitive flesh. Suzan’s cries of being lost is replaced by an ear-splitting cry of pleasure. It comes so sudden that not even the most uptight person can be exempt from the ecstatic sensation.

Now that that the dildo has been allowed to field its best potential, it is embedded profoundly inside the girl’s vaginal passage, so deeply sated that its length stretches her out to the brim of her potential, her juices dripping down in a mess.

“Insertion completed,” Mary announces yet again.

“Great, finally. I thought we’ll never get there. Well done, girl. You’ve just broken a new record. Six hundred thousand views in the span of ten minutes,” Margot says and the two chuckles maniacally, delivering out further compliments that sound more like a mocking jab than anything else.

“For real? That's awesome!” Mary lights up. “The boss will be happy to hear that.”

“Don’t relax yet. The show has only just started.”

Suzan can barely hang in there when the dildo finally gets to be fully inside her. She feels like a suckling pig being skewered like a kebab, with no room to move except to depend on her body on the shape of the steel-like dildo. Every nerve in her body is standing still. She has never felt so full before. Even her husband has never filled her like this before. Her walls are so stretched that she’s feeling aggravated just by the mere size of it. At least the dildo has stopped spinning on its course inside her.

But just when she finally gets to pick up her breath, the dildo moves again, this time drilling inside her to no end, spinning faster than ever before. Suzan lets out a muffled scream, her body tensing all over until her restrains are pulling against her ever so uncomfortably. She’s no longer thrashing in hope to get away, but solely because her body is overwhelmed with pure pleasure. Lust consumes her body and mind to the point that her psyche blanks out completely, finally surrendering to the weight of libido.

The dildo in her cunt is spinning so fast, she can’t do anything but allow it to milk out a climax out of her tight hole, causing juice to pour out from the spinning tool until the wetness is drenched everywhere. She cums so much that the even surface is spilled with her own c*m, wetness soaking up her bare feet that are folded to the back, making her jolt in surprise at how much of a mess she has made.

Rational thoughts cease altogether when the dildo begins to penetrate her so deeply that she can feel the head of it beating at her cervix, threatening to spill over her ovary as the opening of her womb is being played over and over again. It keeps bumping into the mouth of her ovary, jutting in and out so eagerly that she can feel her body spinning out of control. It goes on and on until her body just can’t take it anymore. It draws out something deep and hard from her insides, to the point raptures explode all around her, tearing out her first climax.

And when that happens, pleasure raptures in tenfold, sending her toward an earth-shattering release. Her p***y clings to the silicon c**k, as if she wants to squeeze the life out of this tool. Suzan has her tunnel wrapped around the dildo so tightly that all of her blood surges down central south, to the point that her lungs can hardly breathe through the sensation. The feeling is so gratifying that she wants nothing more than to stay stuffed by her little cunt forever, eternally making the hard bastard embedded into this hot piece of flesh. Suzan’s beaded walls looks so amazing, every square inch of soft, wet flesh clinging itself into the camera’s front view in a dead-grip squeeze, giving the audience a first rate front seat.

Her internal cavern is desperately fighting for a good grip, as if wrestling to cling to each other, just so that this wretched girl can stay alive. In a sense, Suzan has never felt so alive before for being penetrated. Every cell in her body is hot searing with awareness, and it is a terribly scary thing to be awaken by all of this overwhelming sensation.

Even as she cums, the dildo still continues to move in and out of her channel, pumping out her heavy load of c*m in such dramatic visual. She doesn’t think she can go on like this anymore, feeling the tiredness washing over her entirely once the ride of her climax goes down.

Suzan drops weightlessly after her first climax, limbs still jittering from aftershocks of the gratifying phenomena, sweat and c*m sticking uncomfortably to her skin. She doesn’t think she has ever cummed so much before. Something….there must also be something mixed in with the gas, because the girl knows her normal self would never succumb to such a thing. Everything is happening out of her violation. Yes, she knows at least that much by now.

Yet the dildo is still spinning on its course inside her v****a, restarting this whole process once again. She can already feel herself growing wet one more time from below, but the girl is way too tired to fight it off this time. So instead she lets her muscles relaxes as it should be, allowing her mind to calm and stop rebelling and just….be.

The dildo begins to rotate around inside her this time, poking at different angles inside her stomach until the bulges become evident from outside. Raw flesh against silicon, rubbing ever so intimately against one another.

The dildo is invading Suzan’s uterus bit by bit right this time around. Combined with the tool’s girth, the equipment is really set to push its limit in making Suzan feels super full. The quivering girl’s legs are forced to stay parted wide to allow the dildo to freely slips in and out of her without restrain. Her hymen is breached even further, in accordance to the silicon toy’s fat and demanding girth. The walls of her womb is parted by the dildo’s solidness, pushing its way so deep, Suzan begins to learn places she never thought even exist inside her—even more than the limited s****l experiences she has been through. All of these new lessons are making her feel lightheaded. Suzan feels like she’s in the brink of passing out, her chest rising and falling repeatedly like a beating bird, yet her mind still burns ever so restlessly. How can she lose now, when such a delicious display of pleasure is being done to her body? Pleasure is all she can feel now, even when she feels disgusted of herself. She is sure that she will regret this later, but for now, succumbing to the feel is all she can do.

Something is sucking at her toes this time, but Suzan’t can’t really figure out what. None of the ladies have moved to touch her though, and the sensation is still too weird for it to belong to a human. Just what kind of robots do they have?

Outside, a new pair of arms have been deployed. It has suctions at the fingertips, giving a much more realistic end to the feel. Whenever it grabs at the slave girl’s toes, she always end up gasping for air, living on the edge, tensing so hard that her walls simply grip around the thrusting dildo in her cunt, causing more juices to spill out. The hands move like little mouths with tongues, licking up and devouring her sensitive flesh until she can barely take it anymore.

The motion is always sensual. Sometimes the arm multitask. While one side is brushing its mouth-like fingertips in between her toes, the other will lick up and massage the sole of her foot until her back arches up. They alternate many times after. It is so enviable that many of the audience wishes they’d have control of those arms. Sometimes the arms will even go as far as brushing up her calf, up and again ‘till it reaches to her inner thighs, tracing over the tightness of her suit, making her almost spill over, before going back down again to restart the whole process.

Every senses in Suzan’s body is burning on high alert, screeching through the silence, forcing her to be aware of the claiming that is taken place inside her reproduction system. Every friction of flesh against flesh is rubbing like fire igniting through a sea of stormy night, dark and promising. It is only once the mechanical dildo manages to fill the entire space with its threatening size that the girl finally stops denying herself this pure bliss, and starts allowing her lower half to descend losely at the thrusting bulge.

Suzan lets out a long exhale of air that she doesn’t realize she has been holding. Her heart hammers as if she has been running a marathon, all the way across their town. The scariest thing is, having this dildo invading her p***y in every sense of the way is giving some form of solace in her thundering soul. Suzan had been afraid when they put her through this. And now . . . now, all she wants to do is be f****d. Hard. Fast. Slow. Painful. Blissful. Ecstatically. Gratifyingly otherworldly. She wants to cross every other bridge that she has never dared to cross before, with this tool as her anchor. There’s just something freeing about the way the c**k-shape is f*****g her.

In this room, she is the only one who has her breathing so labored. All of the work and precision the dildo puts through her channel is really making her sweat a lot. Even when Suzan stops struggling, the dildo still continues to move inside her, sliding that humongous tool until her walls turn sore, not showing any sign of stopping anytime soon. While this happens, the mechanical arms still continue to massage her bare feet while a second dildo starts teasing at her entrance, rubbing up and down the narrow valley of her ass with its length while occasionally brushing against her back entrance. Her body tenses when the order for the second dildo is being deployed.

Sometimes she can’t help it when her body decides to move along with the thrusting, getting desperate and seeking release. But even after she has cummed so hard, the combined attention her body receives can cause another new climax to build up. It’s a never-ending ongoing battle that she can’t win. No matter how much she jerks out tears of frustration, no one cares to listen to her pleas. She’s completely trapped, and the girl has never felt so vulnerable before.

The audience watches on as the tip of the dildo disappears and reappear from Suzan’s dripping p***y, the glistening liquid becomes an additional element to their lubricant mix, thrusting in a steady rhythm until her entire insides and the dildo’s length are coated with a nice layer of it. The lubricant is so thickly acquainted at this point that some droplets even splatter and make a mess on the floor beneath her ass, dirting the place even more than it already is.

The dildo f***s Suzan hard until the girl’s fallopian tube trembles wildly against her ovary. The tool thrusts in and out so hard, it feels like an endless sea of bliss and horror that will never die. Trapped in pleasure after a long while, all Suzan can see is white. The dildo is lodged so deep inside the girl’s reproduction channel that all she can think is ‘f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k!’

It doesn’t take long before her second orgasm is ridden out of her helpless body.

It is only after she feels so much that she can learn to ignore the building tension inside her. And when she begins to build tolerance against the pleasure, her mind returns. Disgust doesn’t even begin to cover what she’s feeling right now. How can she allow herself to enjoy....this? An unholy union between human and machine.

She has no idea how much longer she has to suffer this. Inside, Suzan is crying in both passion and misery. She doesn’t want to feel this way….but why can’t she stop herself from enjoying this?

*

She’s so tired—so tired that she wishes all of this will just end at any given point. Margot and Mary had made sure to set both dildos to be lodged inside the girl this time around, before they left the room with a small hiss of automatic doors opening and closing behind them. Two big dildos are rubbing Suzan raw from the inside now, spinning and rotating and playing with her emotions and consciousness until she barely recognize what is right and what is wrong anymore. Her brain is wozzy. She can’t think straight. She wishes she can….or maybe not. She has no idea how her family will see her if they ever find out what she had done—what has been done to her and what she had allowed to be done with her body. Will they pity her? Or will they think less of her now?

The two dildos have teased her beyond any limit, causing her to come to powerful climaxes again and again until she can barely think straight. The dildos will move at random. Sometimes they pump into her fast at the same time, filling her in to the fullest brink and stretching out her internal walls. Sometime they take turns hammering into her, where one dildo will hang tightly near her ring muscle while the other is buried deep inside, before switching in rhythm and so forth. It tests the limit of her thin membrane, playing her around until she turns into a cracked dam soon to break.

The place where they put her on is soaked with her own wetness now, so wet that her feet are drowning in her own juices. Shameful. Sinner, she wants to lecture herself—but even those thoughts are quickly driven out by fatigue. She’s so tired that she is almost tempted to let these bastards grind her down. No, she can’t give up yet, can she?

Before she can pounder too much into things, the doors make the same hissing sound again and steps follow in.

“Woah, look at that. She cums so much the room is almost flooded with her juices,” a new voice Suzan can’t recognize echoes bluntly through the space.

“I know, right? Can’t believe she has generated this much revenue already. Good thing there’s drainage system already pre-installed in the place,” replies Margot.

“Angelina thinks ahead,” the first voice speaks up again, clicking her tongue and hovering around the slave girl.

“Hey Cara, what do you think of our new slave? Should we really let her just be like this?” Margot asks her fellow coworker. Just be like this? Be like what?

“I see where you’re heading. Our audience love expressive slaves, don’t they? But if we let this one lose just a little bit,” Cara trails off disapprovingly, “I already saw what she could do during immense stress.”

“Maybe we can encourage her a little? Maybe a little bit of human touch is all she needs? What do you think?” Margot questions suggestively at her partner.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Cara can’t hide the wickedness in her tone.

“She also has a foot fetish. You think she’d react the same way with the guy?”

A snort. “Hassan’s cute, but I don’t think I’m touching her. Get one of the guys to do it instead. Don’t want crazy on this.”

“Think so, too,” Margot sniggers, before speaking to her earpiece. “Hey, Mark. Mind coming down here just a little bit?”

Suzan can’t help but to suck at her breath at the mention. A guy? What are they planning to do with her? Her chest rapidly puffs up and down at her growing panic.

They wait for the other person to reply before Margot announces merily, “He’s on his way.”

“Oooh, nice,” Cara claps her hands.

The last few minutes are passed with Cara and Margot discussing about their opinion on the new slave girl as if she is not there, before the door finally hisses open and in a large guy with heavy steps thumps in.

“What can I do for you, ladies?” a sweet baritone voice asks, but then his gaze falls onto Suzan’s anonymous form and his mouth begins to water.

“We need a hand on this one. She has a foot fetish, which is just up your alley. Give us a good show, won’t you?” Margot purs, before leaving the two alone so that she and Cara can watch from outside.

They watch on as another play is started, but this time Suzan is much more afraid. The man does unspeakable things to her, devouring her feet like they belong to him. There are many times she tries to scream for help, yet she knows that it will never come. It doesn’t stop her from trying—and failing—miserably. He makes her feet light up with his touches. She feels disgust and pleasure at the same time. Suzan doesn’t want to feel this way, but she is bound and helpless, trapping in her own mind, spiralling into a plunging descent of madness.

The man sees this beautiful display of a slave stuffed inside a skin tight latex suit that clings to her in all the right places, and his c**k simply grows hard at the sight. Not like he can f**k her now, what with the way she is attached to the piece of equipment, but at least he is free to roam her bare feet. She has such a nice olive complexion, and her feet are free from any scars or blisters. The smooth sight of her skin just turns him on even further. It doesn’t take long before his own pair of hands replace the mechanical ones, which folded back into the table in retreat.

When he first tickles her, Suzan can’t stop from shying away.

Then he lowers his face to the base of her feet so that he can lick of one of them, tracing his tongue against her skin. Her p***y clenches in response, but the girl is helpless from giving any proper response.

“You like that, don’t you?” he groans hotly against her skin. “Don’t try to deny it. Your feet can’t lie.”

He begins massaging both of her feet, and the feeling is much different compared to when the robot hands did it. It’s much more human, much more sensual. The touches of his fingers on her can light up flames under her skin. And judging from her deep intake of breath, he knows that he is on track.

This goes on for a while until he suddenly stops. The man, Mark, is not leaving her side just yet though. Suzan barely hears the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and it’s not from one of hers, she can be sure as much.

Mark takes out his c**k and places it in between the girl’s feet, moving it up and down her skin until she finally realizes what he’s doing to her.

Suzan feels ill as soon as she realizes what exactly is the hard thing rubbing at the sole of her feet. Her inner consciousness is ready to jump off, but her body remains as docile as it can be. It frustrates and anger her that she can’t say no to this unwanted attention, to the point that tears flow out.

Mark uses her feet to get himself off, making quite a show out of it by dragging out his climax. He runs the tip of his c**k on the outline of her feet, until he turns from half flaccid to fully hard. He plays with the sole of her feet by running his c**k all over the base of her feet, spreading pre-c*m on her as he goes. Other time he makes her toes clutch around his girth, forcing her to feel out his size.

When he’s finally satisfied, he starts picking up his pace, thrusting fast against her feet until his body tenses, shooting out a load of hot semen on her back, the heat oozing off through her latex suit. c*m is dripping from her back and ass by the time he is done.

He plays with her feet once again after that, drawing out time until he gets hard once again, before using her body to make him c*m yet again.

Suzan is trembling hard the whole time, her body tensing against the restrain but has no means to escape. Not only is she being violated by machines in her cunt, but she is also being used to get off by this man. What really ticks her off is the fact that her body can find some level of pleasure from all of this. And it is the knowledge and realization that really cracks the balance of her mind. The desperate notion of ‘No, no, no, no, no’ echoes in her head.

*

She can’t understand why she had acted that way when touched. She clearly didn’t want it, but something had changed along the way. Even so, she just can’t bring herself to accept what had been done to her. She feels dirty, tainted, and the guilt of sin is eating at her soul.

They tried to bring her out of her shell, but no matter how patient or harshly they do her, she just refused to be coaxed back to the surface. Hours turn to days, yet everything stays the same. She remains an empty shell, a former shadow of her own self.

The staff grow impatient, and it is only about time that they grow bored of her. Maybe they’ll dispose her, but maybe they’ll finally set her free. Only time will tell.