The Sex Machine Rides Again (Taken By The Machine Book 2)

THE SEX MACHINE RIDES AGAIN

Copyright © 2014 by Charlotte J Edwards

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THE
SEX MACHINE RIDES AGAIN

Kevin
had devoted the best years of his life to developing and building the ultimate
sex machine for his beloved wife, only for her to leave him just before he
completed it. Not to be distracted from his mission, he completed it and then
looked for a suitable test subject. His nosey teenage neighbour conveniently
ticked that box and by the time Louise left the cellar, she had been fucked so
completely she would never be the same again. Not much more than a virgin when
she walked into the house, she walked out having experienced more sexual
satisfaction than most women accumulate in a lifetime.

A
few days later, Kevin received another unexpected lady visitor. He knew she
would turn up at some time but nevertheless tried to look surprised when he
opened the door.

Hillary
had been Sara’s best friend for almost all of their lives. They lived next door
to each other as toddlers, went to the same schools and when Sara’s family
moved away, managed to reunite by getting into the same university. They took
each other’s advice on everything and were always there for each other. When
Sara decided it was time to move her stuff out of the family home, it was
inevitable she would send Hillary to do the job for her.

When
the door swung open, Hillary did her best to put on a happy face and pretend
she liked her Sara’s soon to be ex-husband. As usual, his eyes spent only a
moment on her face before wandering over her body. As usual, she felt naked
within seconds of being in his company.

She
had deliberately dressed conservatively that day in a flowery dress that came
to her mid-thigh and a yellow cardigan but her shapely body was nigh on
impossible to camouflage and the pervert’s eyes lingered for so long on her
big, firm bosoms that she wondered if her nipples were visible.

It
was Hillary who broke the silence. “Hello Kevin. Sara asked me to pick up a few
of her things.” She paused at his stony silence. “It’s just; you know…” she
finished awkwardly.

Kevin
paused for a few more seconds before replying. “That’s okay Hillary,” he said
brightly. “I completely understand and was expecting you at some time, just not
quite so soon.” He saw her begin to relax and smile back in relief. “I’ve boxed
and labelled all my wife’s stuff and piled it in the cellar,” he added.

“That’s
great Kevin,” Hillary chirped back. “Shall we get on with it?”

Kevin
led the way down the hall and the cellar stairs, stepping aside to let the
woman enter the cellar first. “The boxes are at the far end,” he called as he
picked up something from a table near the door.

The
big dark room was partly illuminated with blinking red lights and there was a
steady hum. Hillary assumed there was some sort of electrical equipment running
but she walked straight in any way.

As
soon as Hillary stepped over the threshold, the blinking red lights went mad,
flashing so brightly that she was completely dazzled and stopped dead in her
tracks. “What the heck…!” she began.

Kevin’s
voice came from over her shoulder. “My machine has just measured your
dimensions and your location to within a micron or two. It will keep updating
several times a second. It’s very, very good!”

“Are
you mad?” Hillary yelled back with a tremor in her voice. “What on earth is all
this for?”

“Oh,
it’s for fucking women, Hillary,” Kevin laughed. “And today, you’re the lucky
girl!”

Hillary
quickly turned to run out of the room and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks
facing her tormentor as her arms and legs were gripped by strong rubbery straps
which had whipped out from the walls at lightning speed. She opened her mouth
to protest and another appendage shot down from the ceiling to fill it and cut
her speech off at its source. “Nggug!”

Kevin
stood in front of the helpless woman and she felt his hand on her soft cheek.
“Let me tell you all about my incredible machine,” he said, slowly stroking her
face. “It took me the best years of my life to create, I built it just for Sara
and the bitch decided to leave just before I finished it.” He turned away and
began to boot up a laptop on a side table as he continued to talk to her. “The
machine is measuring your heart rate, respiration and perspiration level and
shortly it will be accurately monitoring your pussy secretions.”

Hillary
began to struggle and protest as far as the infernal gag would allow. “Mmmm!
Nggug! Mbbub!” She tried to kick out at him but her leg lifted no more than a
centimetre before being pulled back down.

Kevin
laughed and continued his lecture. “This machine can work completely
automatically and keep you at the height of pleasure all by itself, for as long
as I tell it to, or…” he held up a box that looked a lot like a hi-tech TV
remote. “Or, I can give it commands.” He pressed a red button and a whirring
noise started. “First of all I’m going to tell it to strip you naked and then
we’ll take it from there, shall we?” he stepped back and an arm with a spinning
silver disc at the end dropped down from the ceiling to fill the space where he
was just standing. “Oh and it won’t just be the machine fucking you, Hillary
darling,” he chuckled as the deadly looking disc closed in on the terrified
woman.  “But you’ll have to beg me for it,” he added.

Hillary
could do nothing but watch as the razor sharp disc made contact with her
cardigan and sliced through it like a knife through butter. It moved across her
body and woollen strands fell to the floor. Once that garment was history, it
cut closer. Her summer dress was sliced and diced and she felt the chill of the
damp cellar on her bare skin as it fell away from her to pool at her feet. She
stood only in bra and panties as the disc moved away and Kevin stepped closer
again.

“You
really are a magnificent woman Hillary,” Kevin spoke in a low voice as his
hands came up to cup her heavy breasts. “What are these puppies, 40E?” He
squeezed her tits as he spoke and then stepped back again. “I’ve waited a long
time for this moment and I’m going to savour it, you horny little slut. You
have no idea how many wanks I’ve had over you,” he added as the disc span up
again.

It
took less than five seconds for Hillary’s tits to be out and another ten for
the disc to delicately shred her knickers. Hillary heard Kevin take a deep
breath before sliding a middle finger straight into her moist pussy. “You seem
to be ready for action, you horny slut,” he chuckled, moving the finger around.
He lowered his head to lick one of her big pink nipples before removing his
finger and sucking it clean in front of her face. “I’m going to put it on
automatic now,” he smiled. “I’ll be back for you to beg for my cock.”

Kevin
left the room and the machine began whirring. Hillary felt pressure behind her knees
and then suddenly her legs were pulled from under her. She was on her back,
suspended in mid-air with her legs spread obscenely wide. The thick gag dropped
from her lips but she no longer felt the need to shout. Instead, her lips
curled in a moan as the machine connected itself to her clitoris and began to
buzz and the rubbery pads on her nipples pulled gently on them as though
milking her. She thought about the inadequate sex she got from her husband and
tried to remember the last time she felt as good as this. The fact is, she told
herself frankly, sex had never felt this good. It had never even come close for
her.

In a
matter of only a few minutes, Hillary was losing her mind with passion. Her
nipples and clitoris were being suckled as though a thousand soft lips were
upon them all at once. The buzz in her pussy began to spread around her body
and was joined by the butterflies in her stomach. Her orgasm signalled its
arrival with intent but the helpless housewife still had no inkling of just how
powerful it was going to be when it hit her. Her breasts began to throb and her
whole body tingled in anticipation. And then she felt her pussy begin to ache
and pulse, just before –
wham!
Hillary’s back arched in mid-air as
though she was being tortured and she let out a long erotic scream.
“Oooooohhhh!”

When
the stars had cleared from her eyes and she could breathe again, Hillary
realised her position had changed a little. Looking up she saw a fat tentacle,
which looked like the biggest cock in the world, slowly making its way between
her legs. She realised she had been lifted up to ensure she could see her own
penetration. The suction had started again on her big tits and she could feel
something like a tongue, rimming around her tight bottom hole. This was
something she had never experienced before and she found it strangely erotic
and distracting as the beast began to part her moist pussy lips.

There
was no getting away from it, the big cock-like thing hurt as it screwed its way
into her but Hillary was content to take the pain as the feelings that went
hand in hand with it were amazing. Little explosions were going off inside her
and her whole body felt sensitive to touch as the fat phallus opened her cunt
to dimensions it hadn’t known since childbirth.

Finally
the cockhead bumped up against her cervix and Hillary braced herself for what
she knew was going to be the fucking of her life. But the thing just stayed
still inside her. Hillary wriggled with frustration around the object wedged
inside her. She desperately needed this and if the tentacle withdrew without fucking
her to an orgasm, she knew she would lose her mind.

“Is
there something you want Hillary?” Kevin’s voice was right in front of her. She
opened her eyes to see him leering over her.

“You
know what I want you bastard. Stop teasing me!”

“Teasing
you?” Kevin asked playfully. “Do you mean like this?”  He pressed a button on
the console in his hand and the cups on Hillary’s breasts withdrew. Leaning
over, her took one of the nipples into his mouth and sucked hard.

“Yelp!”
Hillary yapped like a dog. Her tits were so sensitive; the slightest touch now
set her off. “Pleeease,” she begged.

“Please
what Hillary?”

“Please
just let this perverted machine of yours have sex with me.”

“Have
sex with you,” Kevin laughed. “No Hillary, this machine is designed to fuck you
senseless. Ask properly!”

“Please
let it fuck me!”

Kevin
laughed again. “Sorry, not convincing enough.” He pressed another button and
the tentacle withdrew almost all the way out of the desperate woman. Hillary
moaned with desire and frustration. “Oh no, please. I’ll do anything.”

There
was a glint in Kevin’s eye. “Are you sure about that Hillary? Would you really
do anything?”

“What
do you want?”

“Why
you of course, my darling.” Kevin squeezed both of her soft tits for emphasis.

“You
can have me however you want,” Hillary whined. “Just please let that thing fuck
me first.”

“Your
wish is my command,” Kevin chuckled, pressing another button. The thick
tentacle moved from side to side very gradually to re-position itself and then,
without warning, surged forward to fill Hillary’s cunt in one go.

“Yowwwwwl!”
Hillary’s cry was a mix of ecstasy and agony but there was no respite, the
machine began to hump her faster and harder than the young woman had ever
experienced. Her hips tilted upwards and the robotic cock brutally slammed into
her. As the machine fucked her through one orgasm after another, Hillary was
vaguely aware of her position changing again as the device rotated her body
right the way over so she was on her front. A musky smell filled her nose and
Hillary opened her eyes just as Kevin’s cock bumped up against her lips. She
opened her mouth without even thinking about it and began to suck on the
rubbery flesh.

“That’s
a good girl,” Kevin sighed as he patted her on the head. “You and I are going to
be good friends, Hillary.” He held her head tightly and began to thrust into
her throat. “When we’ve finished here today, there’s a little favour you’re
going to do for me, if you don’t want the video we’re making to be posted all
over the internet.”

Kevin
pointed up to the far top corner of the cellar and Hillary’s eyes followed on.
Seeing a blinking red light she realised, with an inward groan that her
submission to the machine and then Kevin had been filmed. The bastard had her
in the palm of his hand.

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Sara
was a little nervous. She hadn’t been back to the marital home in some five
weeks. All the same, she had Hillary with her and her best friend had assured
her that Kevin was out and had stacked all of her stuff in the cellar. He had
wanted her to come and get it herself, Hillary had explained, so she could be
sure nothing had been left behind. She put her key into the lock and turned it,
relieved that the locks hadn’t been changed. Then, with a quick look around her
old home, she made straight for the cellar, with her friend in tow.