The Machine Ch 02

It was surprising to Deirdre how many medical questions she had to answer before they would finally get her ready to use The Machine. She had to answer everything from what surgeries she had had, all of her allergies, to the date of her last menstrual cycle. And that didn't even compare to the sexual and psychological questions!

But she just couldn't get that image out of her mind, Missy strapped into the giant metal machine, a real-life hentai monster made of chrome, steel, sex toys and illicit images. She had to admit that similar sorts of porn turned her on significantly, and it was certainly something they asked her in her questionnaire. She would occasionally pull up all sorts of hentai videos on her phone when she was alone and needed to cum quickly. The image of those little animated women being suspended by a monster that simply wanted to turn them into nothing more than mindless receptacles for their appendages and copious fluid... yeah, the idea made her wet. If she touched herself thinking about it, she came faster than almost any other fantasy she had. And she couldn't deny the very obviously similarities of the helplessness of those animated girls and Missy tonight.

She honestly didn't remember the last time she felt truly satisfied. No, wait, she did. It was on a very rare night when Jack had already cum once and the sex had been amazing, but she wasn't done. And she had pleaded with him to do things to her that he never did. She had begged him to tie her arms behind her, bend her over, whip her, spank her with a leather strap, and use all of her many sex toys on her helpless and exposed body.

She had cum so hard they had to change the sheets immediately after and put down towels because she had soaked everything. When he was done with her, she curled up in his arms and slept the most restful sleep she could remember having in years. There was a section asking her when the last time was that she had felt sexually satisfied. She added that night in detail. She went over a check list of acceptable sexual acts and hard limits. She realized that she really didn't have lot of hard limits and she wondered if she should be ashamed of that. She had no interest in human waste, that was a given. She wasn't interested in underage lovers. In fact, it was the extremely rare lover who could teach her a few things that truly turned her on, but those were almost impossible to find. She wasn't interested in genuine pain being inflicted on her own body, but she was willing to be the sadist, to a point. She didn't love humiliation play, but understood some people really did get off on it and wasn't opposed to being the one doing the humiliation. It turned her off instantly if she was the object of it, however. Other than that, though... she couldn't think of anything significant that she wouldn't try at least once. Usually three times. Just to be sure, you know?

"Do I even want to know what this would cost if we didn't have the free sessions because Vic told you about this place?" she mused to Jack, who also looked a little concerned as he was going through all of the paperwork they had been provided.

"I don't see anything about it... which tells me we probably don't." He gave a nervous chuckle. "Just don't fall in love with it, Dee. Last thing we need is to have to take out a second mortgage because you're insatiable." It was said with a smile and a laugh, but she saw genuine worry there.

"Don't worry, baby." She kissed him gently and smile. "This might be fun but I imagine it will be no different than playing with all of my toys... fun, but not the same as having you in my arms." She always tried to reassure him that his body over hers, his cock inside her, that was better than any toy she owned. And it was true. There was so much more he was able to provide her that an inanimate object just couldn't. So while this might be a fun adventure, she had zero fears that it might replace the love of her life.

"I don't know, Dee. I don't think any man can compare to all the things that machine can do!" He said with a chuckle, kissing her on the top of her head, brushing her dark auburn hair out of her face and looking at her.

"Mrs. McKinnon?" Shannon walked in, with three lab-coat dressed people at her side. All were young and attractive, and Deirdre had a moment of cynical reflection on if they were hired for their looks, brains or both. But that their appearance might have been apart of why they were hired actually left her a little cold. She was the sort that appreciated physical beauty in someone but life had taught her that often it was the beautiful faces that hid the ugliest souls. Not always... but often.

"These are your techs. Diane will take care of your physical comfort during your session." She gestured to the woman on her right, a tall, athletic looking girl with dark hair and lovely blue eyes. That combination was a killer, to Deirdre's mind. Didn't matter if it was a man or a woman... there was just something about dark hair and blue eyes. Especially eyes like hers, a true blue that looked right into you. Deirdre hadn't been with a woman in ages, and Diane was... so her type. "And this is Paulo, he will be your visual tech," Shannon went on, gesturing to a golden haired, muscular young man that looked like he should have been spending his weekends as the monster in "Rocky Horror Picture Show" stage productions. His smile was killer. "And lastly, I would like to introduce you to Hugh Estes, the creator of this machine."

Deirdre felt her eyes widen. Now, Hugh was not traditionally good looking. But he was striking. He seemed to walk with a little limp, and had a cane. It actually made Deirdre feel a little better to see someone more "normal" looking in the room. And to know that this man was the genius behind that sexual behemoth she had seen in action was pretty amazing! She immediately stood and offered her hand to the man, who seemed a little startled that she would do so. Dee could sense immediately that this man, despite his prodigious brain and talent, didn't get a lot of women walking up to him so openly. It was a skill she had; she just knew when someone was lacking sexually. She could see what they needed, and something in her longed to be just that. That he looked so genuinely surprised that she approached him make her like him so much more.

"Mr. Estes, it is an honor," she couldn't help but gush, smiling at the still mildly surprised looking older gentleman. And by "older" she merely meant older than she was, in her late thirties. His salt and pepper hair gave her the feeling he was edging up on fifty, if he was a day. But his jaw was strong, his eyes clear and thoughtful, and he had a lovely, broad chest that she could easily curl up against, all of her favorite things.

"You haven't even had a session yet, Ms. McKinnon," he said, and his voice was very, very deep, a bass rumble that she felt in her core. It made her blush a bit, but she grinned when he added: "You may not like it."

"I have seen it in action, sir, and I suspect I will love it. The question is, does your visual tech have all the video you might need for someone whose tastes are as... varied... as mine?" She winked at Paulo. He grinned back.

"Oh, I am sure if I am lacking any subject matter, I can find it for you, ma'am." He responded.

From behind her, she could hear Jack chuckling and shaking his head. It amused him to see her flirt with other people, and even make them a little nervous. It just emboldened her. She knew he loved to watch the effect she had on others all while knowing she belonged to him and no matter what she might do to or with another person, she would end up tucked in his bed tonight when they fell asleep. He didn't get off on it, the way more dominant partners she had had did. It didn't necessarily make him hard and want to fuck her, but it made him smile. And that was enough for them both.

"Are we all done with the paperwork, then?" Shannon asked, smirking, and thumbing through the sheets that Deirdre had spent the last hour filling out. "Looks good... let's get you set up, then. Mr. McKinnon, did you want to merely observe, or would you like to join Hugh at the controls and help direct the machine as it works?"

Jack looked shocked and then practically devilish. "What do you think, hun?" He asked Dee, who was grinning back. "Do you want me to just observe and watch you, or...?"

Deirdre all but slithered into his arms and kissed him softly but passionately. "Baby, whatever makes you happiest. But the idea of you watching me while other people make me see filthy things and manipulate my body... that absolutely does it for me right now. If you were helping direct it..." she closed her eyes and gave a full body shiver. "Baby, I think that would make me cum right here and now."

"Then I think that is settled!" Hugh laughed, but there was something almost predatory in his eyes. It passed a moment later, but Jack saw it. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. He had seen many men look at his wife with hunger, or even a desire to dominate or merely fuck. There was something... else... in the eyes of Hugh Estes. He just didn't know what it was. And it was gone so quickly that he didn't feel that he should remark on it. Maybe it was just his own masculinity feeling undermined? He wished he could be more for Dee, he really did. And she assured him he was enough as he was and she would never change him. But for himself, he often wished he was the sexual dynamo that she was, just so that she would never need to look for another other than him. And now she was looking at a giant machine with all the lust that he had ever seen. He knew it was ridiculous to feel jealousy or even unequal to a... a device but there it was. Still, he kept it to himself; he didn't want to detract from his wife's glee about it all. It had, after all, been his idea. Well, Victor's, but... he had made the call.

Deirdre could barely keep from skipping after them. She shamelessly stripped when asked, and stood still as Diane affixed several electrodes to her body, a heart monitor, and held out what looked like a body suit for Deirdre to step into.

"What's this?" Dee asked, looking confused. "The other woman wasn't wearing one."

"It's a haptic suit, Mrs. McKinnon. It will allow you to feel sensation all over your body. We have left the suit open over your nipples so allow the machine to stimulate them, and it is also completely crotchless for obvious reasons. For some clients, it's less about the sensation and more about the visual and mental situation. After looking over your sheet, we decided that you're one of those rare people that need... well, the works!" Diane laughed.

"Oh!" Deirdre looked both flattered and startled, but stepped into the garment as Diane continued to connect it with tiny wires and then set about making sure the machine was prepped and that Dee was safely secured into it.

Jack couldn't help but be fascinated with all the machinery. He had once had dreams of being an engineer and seeing this behemoth of a machine being set up to titillate and pleasure his wife, while more "out there" than he had ever imagined, definitely piqued his curiosity. She saw him admiring the huge structure around her petite body and smiled at him, knowing exactly where his mind was.

"Just sit back and watch this time, Jack. Relax. You're always having to come up with ways to satisfy me. Just... sit back and enjoy watching. You may not be running the machine, but you brought me here. If I cum over and over, it's for both this amazing group of people and their stunningly awe-inspiring machine, but it's for you, too, baby, because you cared enough to bring me here... to let me experience this."

He strode over to her, ran his hands into her hair, gripped it tight in his fist, causing her to arch and moan a little bit and looked into her passion dark blue-green eyes as he kissed her too softly to please her and licked a tiny line over her bottom lip. "I am going to enjoy every moment of this, beautiful. Every. Single. Moment." With that, he leaned down and bit her squarely on the side of her neck, hard enough that she yelped and moaned. He left her there, shaking with unrequited desire, glaring and laughing at the same time.

"Ok, Deirdre," Shannon said, looking over her iPad as if going over a check list. "We're about ready. Are you?"

Dee didn't say anything, just nodded. Shannon tapped a few things on her pad as Paulo came over and settled the VR visor over her lovely eyes with a smile. "Do you want to know what we have programmed, Deirdre?" he asked, his voice softly accented. Italian, perhaps? "Or would you prefer to be surprised?"

"Oh, surprise me, Paulo!" She said with a giggle. He chuckled and double checked all of the settings on the visor then nodded up to Hugh, who sat at massive bank of terminals just above and behind the hulking mechanical edifice on a second level in the machine room, able to see all but up and out of the way of all the arms of the great metal beast. Hugh gave a thumbs up and began entering commands into his console.

"Now, first, Deirdre, we are going to have it lift you, so that way you are completely suspended, thus allowing the fantasy that Paulo has programmed for you to play and give the machine complete access to your body. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Definitely! Sounds like fun," Deirdre said, already aware that she was getting wet just from the anticipation of what was to come...

"Alright!" Shannon said and turned to Jack. "Mr. McKinnon, we have a comfortable chair for you over here where you can see both the screen and what your wife is experiencing and watch her directly as well."

Jack turned and followed her to an overstuffed recliner and she leaned down and added in a whisper: "And if you do feel compelled to enjoy yourself, please feel free. We have everything scotch-guarded and there is lotion, oil towels and tissues beside you." She winked and then went to join Hugh in his computer-laden perch.

Deirdre wasn't entirely comfortable as she was lifted off her feet; most of her weight was being held by her waist and upper body, but when her vision was suddenly flooded with images, it became something in the background.

Through the visor, she also had sound, and she found herself standing in a massive field. On the edge of a clearing, a massive bonfire flickered and she felt compelled to walk toward it. She could feel the soft grass beneath her feet. She knew, logically, she was in the machine room, in the air, with nothing under her, but she didn't feel that way. Nor did she feel at all exposed. She looked down at herself, and she could see her own hands and body, but it was like the machine wasn't there at all.

She swore she could smell the fire in the air, the burning of logs. It felt so... real. She walked to the bonfire and almost gasped at what lie before her... bodies. So many bodies entwined, and writhing, sucking, fucking and enjoying one another. She had never been in an orgy before, but she definitely had more than a few fantasies about being in one... no not just being in one... but...

"There you are!" A beautiful woman stood up and Deirdre's mouth went dry when she saw her. She was... gorgeous. She was everything Dee had ever imagined in her perfect dream woman. Her hair was long and deep brown, her eyes pale. In the shadows in it was impossible to tell her nationality but Deirdre didn't care. Her breasts were small but perfect, and her hips... well, Deirdre couldn't even focus on the hips because of what rested between the woman's creamy thighs. She felt almost a little light headed. "We've all been waiting for our guest of honor!" The girl giggled, coming to take Dee by the hand and draw her over to the group. Deirdre was trying so very hard not to stare. She knew, logically, it was just plain silly to worry that she might offend a computer program, but her brain was just too certain that this was real to acknowledge that.

As Deirdre followed her into the group of easily a dozen people, she felt touches all over her legs, hips and ass as she passed; gentle caresses of almost worship. She would have stopped to see to whom the hands belonged, but she couldn't stop staring at the woman who held her hand... and at the gorgeous cock between her thighs, which was slowly but surely showing how very interested she was becoming.

"We are so happy you could join us tonight," the woman continued, smiling. Deirdre felt almost overwhelmed, taking in the smiling faces around her, the amount of attractive flesh on display, tinted in shades of red and amber in the firelight. . "We want you just to lay back and enjoy, Deirdre."

Dee was more than a little surprised that her name was used; she assumed these were generic simulations that could be used for anyone. She could have pondered how very cool it was that they had somehow personalized the experience but even before the thought could fully form, she was being touched, pulled to lay down, and she felt almost claustrophobically overwhelmed with hands, mouths, sensation. They lifted her onto her back, and if she closed her eyes for a moment she felt like she floated in the air, cradled in the arms and hands of those around her.

When a hand or two "slipped" and touched her intimately, penetrated her just a little, squeezed her round, womanly hips and ass, making her gasp and moan a little. "Deirdre," she had already made note of her lovely voice. She opened her eyes as she was set down on the edge of a raised platform that she had not bothered to take in before, so focused had she been on the woman to whom that voice belonged. It was soft and padded, luxurious and luminous in the moonlight. She sat seated on the edge, and that beautiful woman was standing between her thighs as the others crawled in around her, touching her as if in worship. "We want you to do nothing. Nothing at all," she said, her lips a whisper from Deirdre's. "This is all for you... you don't need to do anything but lie back and let us worship you."

"Who are you?" Deirdre breathed, cupping the woman's face in her hands, feeling almost as if she were in a dream. She could smell a little something odd, just as she breathed in, like this incense in the air. As soon as she took a deep breath, she felt almost dizzy for a moment, and her body immediately felt so terribly sensitive. If she had thought she was wet before, she felt more so now, feeling the sensation of her inner thighs getting wet and sticky and she could almost swear she felt a tiny pinch just past her inner thigh. In her aroused state, it just made her moan. Her cunt lips immediately felt... as if they were swelling. And her heightened sensations climbed higher, her body more swollen and dripping that it had been in her whole life. Hands cupped her breasts from behind, molding them, pinching at her nipples. She immediately cried out as she kissed the beautiful face in her hands and stared into the woman's eyes again, shining with passion.

"For tonight," the woman whispered against her mouth, licking Deirdre's lips between words. "I am yours. We all are... and you she added, with a wicked smile. "Are his." Her eyes left Deirdre's and looked at someone clearly standing behind her. She turned and looked, and couldn't breathe.

He was like some young god exiting the trees to walk over to them. She found herself salivating almost immediately, as the bodies parted making a path for him to her. He was tall, dark and lovely. And... Deirdre felt heat flush her face when she took in the length of his body from handsome face, with a pair of clear, intelligent, eyes that felt like they reached inside of her mind, as if he knew all of her most intimate desires and had every intention of making more than a few a reality. It was his eyes that held her for a long moment, her body responding to his presence immediately. Her gaze continued over his broad masculine shoulders, down a chest she longed to run her mouth over, his abs, that sweet slight dip in the hip bones that only men possessed that made her instantly clench her pussy, and when her eyes came to rest just below and center of the V of hip bones which she desperately longed to lick, she saw a cock that frankly made her gasp.