======== Message-ID: <011334Z23041996@anon.penet.fi> Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!news.asu.edu!ennfs.eas.asu.edu!cs.utexas.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an509491@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an509491@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 23 Apr 1996 01:08:17 UTC Subject: The Club Part 6 of 6 (mf, ff, con, nc) Lines: 478 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:147765 *********************** W A R N I N G ************************ This story contains material and dialog of an adult sexual nature. If you are offeneded by sex, non-consentual sex, bondage, and torture; DO NOT READ THIS STORY!!! Please continue reading only if you are 18 years or older and reading this does not break any law in your community, city, state, or country! This story is written for the sole purpose of entertainment. It is not written for profit and cannot be transmitted, reproduced or otherwise traded for profit. **************************************************************************** Part 6 I was beginning to panic! Do I go in and help the girl? Could I turn off the machine? Turning off the machine might do her more harm than good. God...I don't know! No,... I must stick with my plan. If everything else went as planned, I would come back and help her later. Looking away, I walked further down the circular corridor to the next room. "Oh no", I though to myself. This one was not empty either. The lights were on. In the back, were the same two cylinders as in the other lab. But now I could almost see into them. Each contained a girl. A bluish fog drifted around their naked bodies. Their wrists where held together above their heads, locked into a metal bar and clamps. Their feet slightly spread and held at the bottom of the cylinder. A vertical tube started at the base and traveled up, between their legs, penetrating them. I continued walking, now in a daze. The next room held more horrors. There was a girl on a table. Her arms were strapped down above her head. Her feet and legs were help firmly in metal stirrups, like the kind my gynecologist uses. Only these had extra straps around the calves and thighs. A black object covered her exposed vagina and mons. Wires ran from the devices along the table to a control panel. And there was a strange clear plastic box surrounding her upper body, covering her breasts. Two tubes ran from the top of the box over to another machine. She was looking towards me, but her eyes were closed. Suddenly, some lights blinked on the control panel. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a long moan, "ooooooooohhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Noooooo mooreeeee. Pleeease.... nooooo mooooore." Her body began to quiver. This was too much. I had to try and help. Using the keypad, I entered the room. She looked over to me, then closed her eyes in defeat. I remembered the jacket I was wearing. She probably though I was here to continue with the experiment, or monitor her, or something. "My name is Rachel, I want to help you", I whispered. She opened her eyes, her body still shaking. "What is this machine doing to you?" I asked. "Let me help you." Taking short breaths she said, "Neehww Drrug,.....Constant sppppraahy on myyy br..easts!" Then the lights began to blink again. I heard a low hiss as I looked closer. A mist was spraying down over her nipples and breasts. Again she began to moan and quiver. "Caaahnt laaastt much longeeehr!" Without thinking I scanned the control panel. One knob said 'Dosage'. Another said 'Interval'. A red switch said 'Power'. I flipped it! The indicator lights went out but the spray continued. "Oh no, it's not stopping" I though. Her body was beginning to shake more violently. I had to stop the spray! What about the tubes? They led from the box covering her breasts, along the table, over to a larger machine. I ran to the machine. Grabbing one of the two thin tubes, I pulled hard where it was connected. It slipped off the fitting. At that instant, I realized the mistake I had made! A stream of the clear liquid squirted out of the open valve. I jumped back as fast as I could. Not fast enough. I felt the spray hit the front of the jacket, right between my breasts. I stumbled back. The girls eyes were open wide and drool was running out of her mouth. The drug continued to spray over her left breast. The liquid absorbed into my cotton tee-shirt and slowly began to cover my nipples. I have to get the shirt off! But it was too late. I felt a warmth in my breasts. My nipples became hard. My mind began to fog. Collapsing on the floor, I dragged my body as far away from the liquid pooling at the base of the machine. The warmth had now traveled through my body to my pussy. I was sooooo wet! I wanted so badly to touch myself, but my arms just quivered at my side. Then everything faded. I dreamed of having orgasm after orgasm! God, what was that pain in my arms. I felt so groggy. What had happened? My mind began to clear. I remember trying to help that girl. Sleepily, I opened my eyes. The world around me seemed distorted. Oh no...my arms were held together above my head. There was a fullness in my vagina. Looking down, I saw a bar between my legs, rising upward into me. My feet slightly spread and held in place by metal clamps. Any movement caused the bar which was embedded so deeply inside me, to push against my tender flesh. I was in one of the glass cylinders! Looking left, I saw another one. It was empty. I looked to the right. It was Monica! She too was held the same as I in a glass tube. She seemed asleep, her head flopped forward. Then I realized the magnitude of the situation. I had failed! Tripp must have found me after his new drug paralyzed my body. By now he must know that the ORG-X implant was not working. Tears began to roll down my face. I sobbed quietly. "Don't cry Rachel." The sound of his voice made me nauseous. Looking through the glass, I saw Tripp walking into the lab. "You fucking bastard, let me GO! I'll KILL you!" "I doubt that Rachel. And as for fucking, you'll be doing lots of that soon enough." He walked over to a control panel and pressed a button. The glass tube surrounding me began to raise up into the ceiling. Fresh air rushed in. I noticed that Monica's cylinder was also opening. Her head moved slightly. "You know Rachel, you really put on quite a good show..." "Show? What the fuck are you talking about?" "I'm talking about the last few days...All that sneaking about. You turned out to be more ingenious than I had expected. But...alas...it was all just a game!" "A...A...game?" The word echoed in my ears. "You don't really expect that I would have allowed any of my girls to wander around the facilities of their own free will. I monitored you the entire time." My mind was spinning. "But...but...the implant?" "Ah yes...the ORG-X implant. Well you see Rachel, you don't have one! The final test results on your vaginal secretions showed that you would not be a good candidate. But I decided to continue as planned, just to see how you would react. Hidden cameras have recorded your every step! I'm sure the tape will be a big smash in the private club theater. I have to admit, I never though that you would go through with the stage show. You're a great fuck, even without the drug!" I felt crushed. My will was gone. "Do whatever it is you're going to do to me. Just get it over with", I said. Suddenly, Monica screamed out, "Rachel...Oh Rachel,...why did I do all those horrible things!" She was normal again! "Monica, you're OK? What happened to you?" Before she could reply, Tripp spoke, "Well you see girls, the ORG-X vaginal implant may still need some work. Monica was an excellent gini-pig. Unfortunately, her heart rate was increasing due to the direct release of the drug into her uterus. Eventually, she might have had a seizure, probably at the same time she was having an orgasm. Come to think of it, that might have been interesting to watch... Anyway, we wouldn't want any harm to come to such a pretty face, so I had to remove the implant." "So...so does that mean you'll let us go?" Monica whispered. "Don't be silly, you'll both be fitted with nipple clamp dispensers just like all the other staff members. Besides, I may use Monica to test the next version of the implant! And as for you Rachel, you've got such great tits and ass that I may keep you as my personal assistant!" Tears rolled down Monica's face and onto her breasts. I felt fear, anger, humiliation, anguish. All I could say was, "Why? Haven't you done enough to us already?" He approached me and placed a hand over each of my breasts. "Now Rachel, this is where you'll live the rest of your life. You are mine!" I spit in his face!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He squeezed down hard and twisted my nipples. The pain was excruciating. My struggling only caused more pain in my vagina. "Stop, let gooooo! Ahhhhhhhhhhh,... Pleaseeeee Stoppppp!" He released my sore nipples. Then he bent down and suckled one of them, letting his tongue flick the tip. I gasped out. He repeated on the second breast. Then he moved lower, kissing my stomach as he went. His hands reached behind me as he when down on his knees and began to massage my ass. "Noo... don't....please don't." I begged. The bar entered my pussy in such a way that my clitoris was pushed out and exposed. His tongue reached out and went to work. The bar felt so deep inside me. Tripp continued to suck my clit and squeeze my ass. One of his fingers began to probe the tight skin around my anus. I was getting wet. "Nooomoore... please stop... please stoppppooohhhh." Then there was a pain in my asshole as he pushed a finger in. "Ahhhhhnooooo... Not that...noooooo!" "You've got such a tight ass Rachel. I'm going to give it a good fucking later." He pulled out his finger and stood up, wiping off his chin. "But for now, lets get on with the fun", he laughed. Walking over to the far side of the room, he approached two low padded ottomans covered with straps. Each had a 4 inch protrusion at one end, sticking up at a slight angle. Pushing the first, he rolled it to the center of the room and locked down it's casters. "What... what are you going to do to us?" Monica spoke. "Just relax Monica. I've got something planned that I think you're both going to really enjoy." He rolled over the second ottoman and positioned it facing the first, about 3 feet apart. "Now I wouldn't want either of you to hurt yourselves by struggling while I move you, so I'm going to inject a muscle relaxant. More fear raced through my mind. Tripp walked to one of the medical cabinets and returned with a vile and syringe! "You know Rachel,... it's ironic,... the experiment you interrupted involved a hybrid of this drug. It was a combination of this muscle relaxant and a strain of the ORG-X. Unfortunately, now I'll have to start with a new volunteer." I thought about this for a moment, then remembered the state I had left that poor girl in. "What... what happened to the girl?", I asked. "Don't feel to bad, I'm sure the end for her was quite pleasurable! And besides, now I know what the O.D. level for the drug is." "You are a cruel, sick, perverted man! Owww!" He jabbed the needle into my thigh. Then he walked over to Monica and injected her. The feeling that began to spread through my body was horrible. It was as if my strength was being drained away. My leg muscles gave out causing me to hang by my wrists. It seemed that the restraint was designed for this, as the wrist cuffs were well contoured and padded. But as my body slumped down slightly lower, the bar in my vagina pushed deeper in, causing more pain. Eventually I couldn't even hold up my head. I heard Monica yelp out, then she made a muffled cry. Suddenly my head was pulled back by my hair. "Ouch! What the fucmmmmpppphhhhhhh!" Tripp shoved a ball gag into my mouth and fastened the strap behind my head, before letting it flop back down. A moment later the bar began to retract down. I watched it move slowly out of my pussy. Then Tripp placed an arm around my waist and suddenly my hands were free. As I flopped down, he caught my weight. Next my feet were released, then in one swift motion he hoisted my naked body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I felt so helpless! I was carried over to the first of the two ottomans and laid on my back. It was only slightly wider than my hips. My arms and legs flopped down on either side. Next, Tripp grabbed me under my ass, lifted it up, and slid my body down until my ass was just at the end of the ottoman. As he lowered my ass down, I felt the cold metal protrusion touch my tight anal skin. Had I had any strength, I would have instinctively clamped down with my anal muscles. Instead, I felt an intense pain as he easily pushed me down onto the angled one inch wide probe. I moaned in pain! Lifting each of my arms, he restrained my wrists and upper arms with straps at the side of my body. Then he took my left foot, brought it under and back alongside the ottoman, and attached my ankle to another strap. The same was done to my other foot and leg. The ottoman was wider at the lower end, causing my legs to spread even farther, brutally exposing my most private flesh. Another strap crossed over my stomach. Then, using a crank at the end of the ottoman, Tripp began to raise the end my head was on and lower the other end, bringing my knees down almost to the floor. He stopped when the ottoman was angled at about 30 degrees. This caused my weight to shift down, putting more strain on my legs and pushing the plug in my ass in even deeper. Lastly, he placed a contour shaped pillow under my head which forced me to look forward and down over my tightly bound body. Never in my life have I felt so totally at the mercy of another person! For the next 10 minutes, I watched as Monica was brought over to the second ottoman and restrained the same as I. We were facing each other, our knees only a few feet apart. From my position, I had no choice but to look across at my friends open vagina and bare breasts. I could see the anal probe entering into her ass. I knew she could see the same of me. We both closed our eyes! Time passed and I slowly began to regain control of my muscles. Tripp had left us there, waiting for the drug to wear off. I wanted desperately to talk with Monica. She had kept her eyes closed. Maybe she was in shock? Ten minutes later, Tripp returned. "So girls, how are we feeling now?" He was so god dammed smug. If I could have, I would have ripped his eyes out of his head! I struggled slightly against my bonds. "Don't waste your energy Rachel. You'll need it soon enough." He rolled a table over near us which was covered with some sort of control machinery. Then he picked up two round black disks,... nipples clamps! "Mmmmmmffmmmmfffffffff." Monica's eyes were open wide and we both began to struggle. "Now calm down girls. These nipples clamps are a special modified version. They have no ORG-X drug in them........ yet!" He leaned over Monica. She continued to struggle. "Would you like me to massage your nipples, or shall we just use the cold spray?" "Uhhhhhhmmmmmmmmuuuuuuu." "I can't understand a word you're saying", he laughed. I think for now will just go with the spray. Later on I'm sure you'll breasts will be more willing!" Ssssssssssss, he sprayed her left breast. Placing the disk over her stiff nipple, he used the small tool to lock it in place. Her body jerked as it clicked. My mind wandered as I though about how I had planned to escape by using that very tool. When I came back to reality, Tripp was standing over me with a spray can in one hand and a nipple clamp in the other. I looked over to Monica. Both her breasts had the black disks around her nipples, covering her areola. Now was my turn! During my whole time here at the club, I had remained free from the effects of Tripp's mind control drug. All the other woman, everyone of them, had been forced to give up their lives when these horrible black disks were attached to their breasts. It was this I feared the most! My body trembled. I struggled. But it was to no avail. In the end, I just closed my eyes. Ssssssssssssssss, I felt the cold mist on my right breast. My nipple became stiff and engorged. He took my breast in one hand while he place the disk over my nipple. I felt the plastic push against my areola. Click! I jerked at my bonds from a sharp pain at the base of my nipple. As the pain faded to a dull throb, the effect of the cold spray also faded. My nipple shrank, but remained pulled forward from the pressure surrounding the base. Then I felt the spray on my left breast. Tears rolled down my face. This was the end. I thought of my family,... my life,... my friends. I would never see any of them again. Click! Again my body twitched from the sharp pain. "There, that should do it", said Tripp. "Now that wasn't so bad Rachel!" I opened my eyes. All I could see were the nipple clamps on each of my breasts. The visual sight and the pain they caused was too much for me. My mind blacked out. A sharp pungent odor invaded my noise, waking me. I must have fainted. Tripp had woken me using smelling salts. "Come now Rachel,... we can't have you fainting on us. If you keep that up, I'll have to give you a stimulant." As I looked at Monica, she tried to say something, "OhhhleeeeEeeee." I couldn't understand her, but I nodded my head anyway. She looked so scared. Then I noticed the other girls in the room. They were setting up cameras on tripods aimed at us from all angles. "Now girls, let me explain what I'm going to do with you two. Here at the club, we occasionally have orgasm races. The club members like to bet on which girl can hold out the longest. The cameras surrounding you will broadcast the event Live, to the main theater, as well as the guest rooms. Now,... normally we use two or three girls from the staff. But tonight's show is special. You are the stars. And since you two are not yet under the influence of ORG-X, it has added a whole new level of suspense. I understand that the betting is very hot and heavy!" As I listened, the fear sank deeper into my heart. Tripp continued, "So here's how it works. You will both be attached to a machine which will provide 4 stages of sexual stimulation. The first stage is vaginal penetration. The second stage is an electrical charge to your anus and nipples. The third is an electrical charge and vibration to your clitoris. And the final stage is........ the introduction of ORG-X into your breasts!" He paused for a second to let it all sink in. "But here's the catch, each time you have an orgasm, you will activate the next stage of stimulation on your friend!!!" The situation was hopeless. I was about to be used in a sexual game show which would result in the end of mine and Monica's life as we know it. Tripp continued to prep us for the torture. Starting with my breasts, he attached a wire and clip to the top of each nipple clamp. The small contact was just touching the exposed tip of my nipple. Then he carefully uncoiled a very very thin tube leading from one of the machines. He inserted the tube into a tiny hole at the base of the nipple clamp. This must be how the drug will be administered, I thought to myself. A second tube was attached to my other breast. Other wires were taped to my stomach, inner thighs, arms, and neck. After this was complete, he proceeded to set up Monica the same way. She watched him with fear in her eyes. Next, Tripp walked to the back of the room and retrieved a box-like device. It was about 1 foot long, 8 inches wide and 8 inches tall, with some sort of socket attachment on the top. It must have been heavy, because the bastard had trouble lifting it. He set it down between the two of us. Then, from a drawer he produced the tool for our torture! It was two huge metal dildo's attached at the base to an 8 inch coupler. The probes were each about 16 inches long, 3 inches wide, and slightly curved. They were covered with ridges and small bumps. Each also had a an odd protrusion sticking out about an inch, perpendicular, close to the base. He held the device between us. "Girls... you look so scared. Don't worry, it's designed to provide pleasure, not pain!" With that, he kneeled down and attached the device to the top of the machine between our legs. One of the probes curved up toward my vagina, the other end toward Monica's. "Now, let me see... have I forgotten anything? Oh yes." Tripp walked away and returned with a 4 foot high pole attached to a round base. On top of the pole, was a panel with 4 yellow indicator lights, each with a number, 1 through 4. He placed it to the left of me so that both Monica and I could see it. A second pole with lights was placed next to Monica. "I'm sure you can figure out what these are for!" he said with a laugh. We were left alone for a time. The fullness in my anus and the pain in my nipples, combined with the uncomfortable position I was held in, did not make for a pleasant wait. It was hard not to stare at the large object only inches from penetrating my vagina. Other woman continued to set up the room. A large TV monitor was brought in, and a large camera on wheels. Another girl applied a clear gel to both ends of the metal dildos. Tripp left, then returned a few minutes later. He turned on the monitor. It was difficult to turn my head, but I could just see the screen. It showed the audience in a large theater, probably the same one we were raped in earlier. It was packed. Everyone seemed excited. Trip said, "It's time!" He spoke toward the large camera, operated by one of the woman. "Welcome club members one and all. We have a very special show for you tonight! Many of you may remember our two stars, Rachel and Monica, from my special announcement show a few weeks ago." A few weeks ago? That happened only yesterday, I though to myself. Then it dawned on me,... I must have been asleep in the cylinder for more that the night. God, what must have happened to Monica in those two weeks? Tripp continued to explain what would happen to us for the benefit of any new club members. "So you see my friends, the first girl to have her fourth orgasm wins the race. Is everyone ready?" The audience on the TV monitor cheered. "Good, then lets proceed." Tripp turned and approached the back of Monica's ottoman. Releasing the locks on the casters, he began to push her ottoman toward the metal penis. I watched in horror as the tip touched her slightly spread lips. She struggled, trying to shift her body away from the intrusion. After he was happy with the alignment, he pushed the ottoman forward another inch. "MMMmmmmmmmMMmMmmmffff!" The probe pushed into her, stretching her wide. After locking her ottoman in place, he pressed a button on a control panel. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmmmmmm!" The probe slowly pushed deeper into her, moving along it's center coupling. Deeper it went, 5 inches, 6 inches, 7, 8, 9,... at 10 inches it stopped. Then I realized what the protrusion at the base was for. If the penis had entered her another inch or so, the perpendicular piece would have pushed against her clitoris! Tripp walked behind me. I wanted to close my eyes, but couldn't. Monica's vagina looked so filled and stretched. Mine was next. I felt the ottoman move forward, then the tip of the probe touched me, but slightly high, above my vagina. Tripp turned the crank, and I raised up until the penis was lined up to enter me against my will. The tip was slightly warm. "Uuuuuggggggg!" Tripp pushed me forward another inch or so. Oh my god it was wide! I tried to relax as my vaginal muscles were stretched wide. He locked down my ottoman. Then to my surprise, he removed the gag. Monica's also! "The audience likes to hear your screams of pleasure." he whispered. By the way, the odds are in favor of you winning, four orgasms to Monica's two!" he said to me. "Bastard!" was all I could reply. Tripp returned to the camera. "Let's have a countdown... Starting from ten. The audience chanted "Ten... Nine..." We looked into each others eyes. "Eight..." "I'll try to hold out as long as I can." "Seven..." "Me too" Monica replied. "Six... Five..." "I love you, you're my best friend in the world!" "Four..." "I know." "Three..." "I love you too..." "Two... One... Start!" "AhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhh Jesuuuuus!" The probe plunged further into me. My vagina walls were pushed out to the limit. At ten inches, it started to back out. Now it was re-entering Monica. "OhhhhhhhhhhhhNoooooooooooooouuuug!", she moaned out. My vagina contracted. But not for long. Back into me again. God it was big! "Uuuuugggggg!" Then out again, into Monica. As it proceeded, the pace seemed to quicken. "Momomonica,...aree you ohohkay?" She had her eyes closed. "Yeeessss, so fafarrr." As the machine continued to brutally fuck us, I tried to relax. The probe was warm and slippery. My pussy began to accept it more easily, with each passing thrust. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about feelings I was experiencing. The next thrust caused a moan to slip from my lips. "Rachel, Noooo! Don't succumb!" I could feel the ribs and bumps vibrating against my tight vaginal walls, filling me to the max. Now I was providing my own lubrication. In and out, in and out. "oooohhhhmmmmmm!" I moaned louder. "Rachel! Look at me!" I opened my eyes and watched as Monica's pussy was deeply penetrated. Her cunt lips were splayed open wide and looked very wet. "Rachel, Rachel! Snap out of it!" "Monica.... I... I... caa can'tt hold ow.. owut much longer." "Listen, you're being raped! They're raping us! Don't let this happen! Please don't let this happen!", she begged. But my body was betraying me. My nipples had become stiff, filling the nipple clamps. My clit was engorged with blood and I wanted so desperately to touch it. How could this happen to me? Then,... the orgasm hit me... "Ahhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" My whole body spasmed against the restraints! The first yellow light on my pole illuminated. "Ladies and Gents, Rachel has taken the lead!" There was a loud uproar and clapping. I felt so depraved. How could I have come so easily. The metal penis continued to plunge in and out of me, but my orgasm had relieved my sexual fog. Monica was breathing heavily now. "Monica, what's happening?" "It's sho... shocking mmme. Tingling in m m my breasts! ooooooh!" she moaned out. Oh no, what have I done! "Monica, try and hold out!" "Ohhhkay", she replied. The dildo pushed into my cunt, then Monica's, then mine again. In and out, in and out. I was still very wet from my orgasm. Although the muscles in my vagina had been stretched, I still clamped down tightly on the metal intruder each time it entered me. Again I felt the feelings begin to build. Monica was still breathing very heavily. Occasionally she would let a moan slip from her lips. This caused me to become even more aroused. No, I couldn't let it happen again. Think about something else. Think about... that time I had to go to the hospital... about that time my I failed a college exam... about how long this fuck is lasting! "ooooooh yessssssssss ohhhhhhhhh god yesssssssssss!" It was so big. So deep inside me. Monica was moaning louder now. It was going to happen. Nothing I could do would stop the oncoming orgasm. My surrounding faded as my mind became focused on the sexual stimulation between my legs. Closer... closer... closer... "YESssssssssss ahhhhhhheeeeee ohhhhhh ohhhh ohhhhh oooooooooooooooooo!" What a release! The orgasm was incredible. My body ached from pulling against my bonds. The second yellow light went on. Suddenly Monica moaned out loudly, "Ohhh god noo! Not that. Not thaaaaht!" The penis had stopped moving for a moment. Only one inch was inside me, which meant that Monica was deeply penetrated. So deep in fact, that the protrusion at the base was pushed up against her clit! Then it pulled back, filling me once again. "Ah ah ahh oh god, Ra achel. Can't ho holdd out any lo onger!" Back into Monica, up to the hilt, it plunged. Again it paused to stimulate her clitoris...... She came! Her scream of pleasure was long and loud. More clapping from the audience. Two orgasms had fully drained me. Never in my life have I come more than twice in a row. But now, as the fucking continued relentlessly, I felt a pleasurable tingling in my ass and nipples. The sensation was very erotic. Monica seemed to have calmed down slightly, but each time the probe touched her clit she would stiffen against her restraints. I was becoming so confused. I was having trouble distinguishing reality from the sexual assault on my body and mind. Focus Rachel! Focus, I though to myself. If I have one more orgasm, Monica's nipples will be filled with ORG-X. She'll be a slave, just like before. Another thought dawned on me. If either one of us is given the drug, there's no way to avoid having further orgasms. There's no way to win. Oh dear god. "Ohh ohhh ahhh ohhh Mmmmm mmmm ohhh ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh Jeeeeeeesuuuuuuussssss yesssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Monica screamed out from her second orgasm. "Rachel... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it", she cried. I felt the probe pushing into me. This time it went event deeper. "Uuuugggg" I groaned out from the new pressure. It stopped and I could feel something push against my clit. Then my whole body quivered as a jolt of current entered my clitoris. The tingling traveled through to my ass and breasts. My clit became very erect. Then thankfully, the stimulation stopped as the probe pulled back to bring it's pleasure over to Monica. She moaned out loudly. Within seconds it was my turn again. The feeling on my clit and in my pussy was unbelievable. Never have I felt so turned on. My cunt gushed with fluid, dripping down over my ass cheeks. I cried out with pleasure. Deep in my mind I realized that this orgasm would be the end for Monica, and then for me. "Monica", I said softly. "We can't win." "I... I... know" she replied. Again the current surged into my body. I began to slip toward the orgasm. "Good bye...." I said. "Rachel... I lu luve you...... goood gu gud bye..." Her voice faded as the orgasm hit me. It was long, very long. I grunted and screamed out in pleasure. Wave after wave, the orgasm continued. It was the best in my life! In the back of my mind, I heard Monica screaming out. For a moment, my eyes focused on the yellow lights. All four on Monica's side were turned on. Three on mine. She had won......... Now I felt a new sensation. It emanated from my nipples. A warm tingly feeling. It spread throughout my body. Other sensations began to increase. I closed my cunt as tightly as I could around the huge prick. My ass felt wonderfully full. Never has my clit felt so large and sensitive. Orgasms! All I want is orgasms. As many as possible! Please help me. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard! The machine obliged. The End Epilog: I like living here. Men and woman fuck me all the time. Sometimes they torture me. Occasionally I get to see my friends, Monica and Phoebe. If we're lucky, they let us lick each other's pussies! Today Mr. Tripp asked Monica and I if we would like to have another orgasm race. We readily agreed. I can't wait. This time.... I'm going to win! --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi