No. No, she thought.You are only doing this because you must. You are doing what they say so that you can plan your escape.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
“A little wider,” Anasi urged her, his fingers gently on her chin. He pulled her mouth open, and the sphere slipped into her mouth, a gag, and was suddenly heavy and immobile, though not uncomfortable.
She tried to bite it and found that it was soft. But no matter how she pushed it with her tongue, it would not budge from her mouth.
Anasi touched his ear suddenly, and then nodded, as though something had spoken to him from inside his mind. He leaned over Lana. “I am going to leave you now. They have a very long session planned for you. I will collect you when you are done.”
Lana’s eyes grew wide and she tried to say “What?” through the gag, but her muffled voice was simply absorbed by the soft material.
“Remember,” Anasi told her kindly. “Just enjoy it. Your submission will bring you pleasure, if you allow it to.”
Forget that, Lana thought, trying to feel as bitter as she could.
But there was little time to think, because the second sphere had reached her pussy, and was now brushing, ever so lightly, across the face of her clitoris. Almost like a breath of air.
The sensation traveled all through her body in a ripple, and her muscles tensed. Anasi was leaving; she could see his form departing through the door from the corner of her eye.
She could also see, in her peripheral vision, that the white windows were becoming transparent. She could not see what was behind them, but if this was anything like the room for the medical examination, there were watchful eyes behind the transparent walls. They were watching her, seeing her spread open and helpless to do anything but accept her fate.
Which so far was the most delicate touch on her clit, sending ripple after ripple of pleasure through her and making her pussy well up and overflow.
Without warning, the light breath on her clit became heavier, and turned into a tiny pulse. At the same time, a wet material, rubbery in texture and very much how one would expect a tongue to feel, made contact with her clit and pulled back the hood that covered the sensitive bundle of nerves at the tip of it.
When the pulse of the machine came into contact with the face of her clit, the sensation was so intense that her limbs shook in her restraints.
That was only the first pulse; it was followed by another, and this one made her shriek and jerk against her restraints. The sound of her yell was absorbed by the gag.
The pulse felt so good—better than anything she had ever felt in her life—but it was almost too much. Too intense, too hard, too... pleasurable. She started to scream as the pulses increased. She wanted desperately to move away, to get the tip of her clit out of the firing line of the relentless machine, but her body was utterly frozen in position. All she succeeded in doing was exhausting herself as she attempted to turn and toss and move her hips away.
She screamed into her gag as the pulse steadied to a rhythm, and then to her horror she could feel herself rising up to the crest of an orgasm.
For a few moments she thought with humiliation about how many men were watching her. How the sweat that was forming on her skin, and the juices that were dripping from her pussy to her ass, in a thick, slick river that she could feel pooling beneath her, were revealing that she was being pleasured. And not just pleasured, more pleasured than ever before in her whole life.
But then the sensation overtook her whole mind, and her whole body, and she began to see stars. She was sure that she would pass out before she crested. She had to stop straining against the bondage that held her, because she was exhausted, but now her legs and arms were trembling uncontrollably. She wanted desperately to move her hips, but the ‘table’ beneath her had molded itself around them, and so she had no choice but to lie there and take what was being given to her.
She squeezed the plug inside of her and shuddered beneath the ripples of pleasure that racked her body. The plug, the inside of her bottom, was going to feel sogoodwhen she finally came—
And then, just as she was within a nanosecond of coming, right at the edge of her orgasm:
The stimulation stopped.
The pain of not releasing hit her like a brick wall. It slammed through her, as disappointing as anything could be. She screamed more, but the gag absorbed her screams and her restraints kept her from moving in protest. There was no way to escape from the painful pleasure, the unsatisfied need, that throbbed throughout her whole body.
There was nothing she could do but feel it, as it slowly, slowly ebbed away to a terrible ache in her pussy.
Her ass clenched around the plug inside of her, and she tried desperately to get some pleasure from that, but it was the wrong kind, not the kind that would release her.
And then, just as she reached a low, and she started to think of how she would simply pleasure herself when she returned to her room—she could almost feel her fingers on her clit, the sweet release that she would finally have—the sphere began to breathe on her again.
No. No. She could not take any more.
But the torturous pleasure was repeated: the breath, the pulling back of the hood of her clit, the pulses against it. Again, screaming into the gag and straining against her cuffs, she rose nearly to the point of excruciating release.
And again, almost as though the machines themselves could sense exactly where she was, and how far she had to go—they stopped, just before she released.
Her abdomen was rolling uncontrollably, waves of spasms as her body tried to recover from the pain of coming so close to release and then being denied. She could feel her pussy dripping between her buttocks, over the jeweled plug in her bottom.
