I've missed you so. It has been forever since I was fed enough to wake you. The straps groan, deforming outwards, pushed open by my invisible associate. An alarm blares from the speakers, somewhere high above me. Fencing swords stab my sensitive ears. The annoying noise is enough to snap me out of my destructive mood. I'll be a good girl and play nice. I promise. Too late. I feel the click in the machines.
Didn't I mention them before?
A wide and textured vibrator stands guard outside the entrance of my ata. His brother is not very wide but is twice as long, lodged inside my rectum. A frankensteined mix between a vibrator, excrement tube, and anal beads. Their vibrating sister, biting my clitoris with her alligator teeth; she came to life before the alarm even sounded. It's a failsafe mechanism to ensure I don't activate my abilities. The scientists figured out my one weakness outside of lethal hunger: no chains, no pain, no drugs could subdue me. I'm unable to use my abilities for destruction if my body prepares for creation. In other words, I can't kill you all if you keep me horny. Before the geniuses figured it out, I had so much fun. Slaughtering a respectable number of soldiers, scientists, even a cleaning attendant once. He, who was curious about the petite girl, held in a cage. And I was sedated most of the time. They ran every conceivable test on my body. Want to know how a frog feels, whilst being vivisected? Hmm? Never mind.
How did I offend the creator to deserve this?
I was assisting this country's army, at my Father's command. He likes to help human rulers from time to time; to have leverage and exert power over them. He had a task for me and my brother. Of course. I gladly serve his decrees. I'm his defender; his force of destruction. Well, long story short, I was trapped by our
'allies'
. Fucking traitors. If I was caught in battle, by an enemy, I would have admired their boldness. There's no greater dishonor than to harm a guest, you've invited. For this alone, I will exact my revenge upon them all.
I've been here ever since, though... not sure how long. I believe the first years of my captivity were in endless sleep. I was awakened and they started the fertility experiments. I suppose, they gave up on my submission; to become their pet weapon of mass destruction. Suppose, they want to create a perfect little army, with the power of the gods. But the vermin had no idea how hard it is, for one such as me, to conceive. Over my long life, I have had thousands of lovers, both human and not. Not a one pregnancy. So barren, my accolades started the joke I was eternally virginal. These vile creatures are definitely putting that theory to rest.
But I digress. The alarms are blasting. My little sister came alive, as my power roused. There are electrodes attached to my head and body, measuring, watching me. The wires all surround below. Outside the cage, of course, in the large space beyond. The walls vibrate with a metallic echo. The floor is hard as stone, for I can hear the constant clacking of their shoes. Thank the deivos, no one ever talks for I won't be able to stand relentless jabbering, in addition to the beepings. I can't describe it in any further detail. I've always been blind-folded when inside the cage. But I know it exists. I've heard it click closed. I'm strapped to a soft surface, by finger-wide bands: above my breast, at hips, at thighs, and at ankles, keeping me from closing my legs. The straps are metal, hard, unyielding. Below them, a cocoon, wrapped around my upper body, keeping my hands and arms in place, crossed above the chest. Mummified. So constraining, it was difficult to breathe at first. I'm naked otherwise and always cold.
The scoundrels keep it freezing. I hate the cold.
No, the woven fabric is not to keep me warm. The scientists called it - Kevlar. Stronger than spider's silk. Unable to be punctured open by any force. But they didn't stop there. They said the bands and cage are made of the strongest material on the planet. Difficult and time-consuming to produce. As if I'm supposed to be awed by their prowess. It shows stupidity. How much wealth and lives did they waste to keep me in my gilded prison?
I'm always skeptical when my enemy shares intel with me. It's ever only given as propaganda, to inflate their power and control. To dissuade from fighting back my captors. As if I'm no match for their technology and skill. This technique is quite effective. I've often used it myself. It's easier to subdue one, who has already decided they have lost. Only I'm not a human. Not completely, anyway. Over the years, breaking limitations has become a hobby, to battle the ravages of boredom. They only succeeded in making me study and exploit my constraints for vulnerabilities.
The clip is vibrating. I can't dislodge it, as little movement as I'm afforded, as its tiny teeth are biting into my flesh. I could remove it with my abilities now, but why bother. I'll be sedated and my cage sentence extended. Its pattern always changes, so I can't get accustomed to the oscillations. It begins with a constant, even pace then it pulses in intervals. A tiny met hitting my bump every second. Can even administer weak electric shocks, if it doesn't extract the required level of arousal.
I moan.
The vibrations are quite pleasant in the beginning. My little sister is so skilled at eliciting a reaction out of me. A welcoming warmth spreads. It's not enough to push me over, but it bathes in happiness and much needed heat.
The big lover before my vulva comes to life, penetrates my tight channel with no hurry. This is odd... They haven't used the large one in a while. Not once since I got pregnant, six months ago. I suppose my power rousing has them spooked. They doubt the clitoral clip will be enough to squash the abilities. The phallus is entering my channel a fingernail-length at a time. Then stops, for some seconds, allowing my body to begin lubrication and to appreciate its enormous girth. Delightful pain and fullness swaddle me with every minute. My power, seeping out already. Finally, my lover sits still at the pit. I'm filled. The vibrations still. Frustration. I want movement. I want more. I try to push my hips in and out, but the straps negotiate no distance.
I growl.
I wish to be impaled. My little sister is not revving up much but keeps me in the fight. After an eternity of torture, my lover finally wakes. Moves out a finger's length, then in reverse. Its movement, so lethargic, it frustrates even further. No vibrations, at all. My channel's more sensitive and thus even more unsatisfied. The slow friction creeping up and down promises great pleasure, but not enough to deliver. The villains are going to build this up and prolong it for as long as possible. The tube comes to life.
Oh, nin! Atoum, kill me!
It too is clamoring for my attention with its inadequacy. I must admit, I've never been keen to experience pleasure from my back hole. Over the years, there have been a few particularly talented lovers who convinced me otherwise... but they are not here. This is not done for my pleasure, but for my submission and torture. I hate the smell of it. I know. I know. 'It's natural.' I favor cleanliness not nature. As you age, you tend to get stuck in your ways. Homo-sapiens smell bad and are unclean; we do not. If I keep a regular diet of blood alone, I have little need for bowels. I guess you would call me the original vampire. The one who started all the myths and misinformation. It's the simplest way to describe what you cannot comprehend. Anyway, the label doesn't bother me. It disgusts me to be mistaken for a human more. But the wretches have a way of twisting my disgust into taboo. Thus, arouse me even further.
Hours have passed. Or have they? Sweat beads my entire body. Muscles, taut. Air, stained with my arousal. Each brother would move but then stop. This would repeat tenths of times. I'm panting, but I won't give them the satisfaction to beg. No sweet release yet. My ka is dormant as if it never woke. I'm positive the curs are injecting me with hormones to increase stimulation.
Rage, frustration, and arousal.
A quiver in the vibrator. Usually before the end of punishment. Of course, not always true. A few times they tricked me into expecting it, only to torment me for hours more. Hope is a wonderful weapon. I applaud their creativity.
They do always allow the climax. Ironically, the longer they prolong my punishment, the more intense the pleasure. Just as I know the breaking point of my bow, you must know how far to distress your captive. Some modicum of cooperation is essential. An animal, pushed beyond the point of no return is dangerous because insanity has no limits.
In return for good behavior, I get rewards. More comfortable living quarters. Returning to the cage only as a penalty, when I disobey orders or accidentally drink from someone's enticing wrist. As the case is, for my current vacation. Once, I got raw venison. You don't want to know what I had to do to earn it. But the best boon of all - pleasure. Even in the cage, my pleasure isn't denied to me. Prolonged, yes. Tortured out of me, yes. But not denied.
A'a, I'm rambling. I'll tell you about the ecstasy. After all, this is why you're here. ;) My mechanical lover is vibrating and plunging in and out with ferocity. He pulls out his entire length and rams to my hilt. The unforgettable sound of pounded flesh. Squish. Squish. Squish. Even faster now. My sister is vibrating merrily, in harmony with her big brother. Even the bad boy in the back joins the play, from time to time, if only to remind me he still exists.
My pleasure builds. At these speeds, I know I can come in a few seconds. Faster, when I'm desperate to reach it. But they keep it interesting. All buzzing dies. What did I tell you?
Nek! Ugh! Only needed another second.
The slender tube comes out, for half its length, then returns. Rosebud twitches, holding on to its long intruder. His big brother continues to exit then rams back inside, now in unison with the other. As one vibrator thrusts in, other escapes. Both rubbing against each other, trapping my thin membrane in their dance. My nub shudders.
O Deivos! Pressure builds. There's so much, it hurts.
YEEESSS!
White light explodes. It goes on and on. I'm happy and dizzy and hot and unfamiliar energy builds. Nothing bothers me. My core is twitching. I'm straining against the restraints. I'm happy.
The vibrators are still moving inside me. I'm so sensitive, the movement is agony. Before I was impregnated, this was the moment when the big one would start its loud clicking. A pump sprayed a sticky substance; obviously semen. I've come to expect the seed to fill me, at this point. There was so much of it. Far more than one could produce at one time. How many of these pigs were ordered to jerk off so as to fill me? Or did the scientists try a more controlled approach, choosing candidates best-matched with me? Who could be compatible with a goddess? To keep me still twitching and cumming, whilst the vibrator ejaculated the entire load, the little bitch would zap me. As each orgasm would begin to fade, another would replace it without a seam. Until I scream. This is my life. A hundred, a thousand, a million orgasms, wrenched out of my body. Until nothing else matters. I am reduced to pleasure and only care for pleasure. Ultimately, my jailers' most ingenious chains.
