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Until Blake came and ripped her off my face?
So many possibilities and I didn't have time to think about them. Kaia sank down on my face and pressed the start button at the same time. I winced, the double stimulation was already borderline.
As the dildo penetrated me at constant pace and intensity, Kaia's taste spread across my tongue. My moans vibrated in her core while hers were the perfect background music.
The ticking of the timer entered my consciousness. After about three minutes, it announced with a soft beep that it had been reset.
What was I supposed to concentrate on? That I was being fucked continuously, that a woman was sitting on my face and I was having fun pleasuring her, or the fact that the combination of the two was sending waves of heat through my body from which I was unlikely to recover?
I didn't miss Kaia turning to the side, looking into one of the mirrors, and grinning. I automatically closed my hands tighter around her thighs, enjoying the way she moved her hips to ride my tongue.
"You should see this." Recognition was in her voice. Pride. "How well you take this."
Suddenly it was no longer a dull penetration of the machine. My muscles tensed in protest until pleasure shot through my middle, I rolled my eyes and... oh fuck.
Shaking and moaning, I came as the timer reset. The five minutes started again.
Kaia leaned back, supporting herself with one hand next to my waist. A shudder ran through her body, announcing the orgasm she was about to have. I saw stars as her moisture coated my tongue, sending me into delirium. I wanted more.
Slowly she straightened up and ran her hand over my body, playing with my breasts as I continued to tease her with my tongue and the machine continued to fuck me. Merciless and programmed to catapult me into an endless cycle of pleasure. It would not end, for by now the telltale sound was sounding every few seconds. Someone was taking special pleasure in our little performance– or they had all gathered outside in front of the TV sets.
Either way, I liked the idea of someone watching me lose myself in this new, unprecedented kind of pleasure. It was liberating that it was Kaia who was guiding me through it. Not Lei, whom I had reduced to a mere spectator without his knowledge or even consent. At least until the moment he decided to take over the situation. He had my permission– only he probably didn't suspect that either. Not yet.
Kaia's erratic movements against my mouth ripped me out of my thoughts and back into the here and now. She was about to come again, and so was I. The intensity kept increasing, but as much as I wanted to close my legs, the restraints prevented it just as effectively as Kaia's position ensured I couldn't wriggle my upper body.
I had no choice but to claw harder into her thighs and trust that my body would not break in two from the pleasure. When I came again, I squeezed my eyelids together. I wanted to escape the source of my arousal, but I still could not move an inch.
Kaia laughed– through her own orgasm. My agonizing pleasure seemed to give her a thrill as well, even though she was trapped in this endless loop with me.
Sweat covered our bodies, the sweet smell of our shared excitement clouding my senses. What was happening was not of this world.
Another orgasm raced through my body, followed closely by silent pain, for within a very short time... growling, I plunged my tongue into Kaia, trying to distract myself, but unable to escape. The damn machine caught that one spot with every thrust and drove me crazy. I wanted more and at the same time to withdraw completely.
With each passing second, I felt the effects of this ordeal more clearly. My body seemed to be caught between pain and pleasure, muscles constantly tense as the machine did its incessant work of ticking and resetting the timer. But my brain suffered as well. My mind. Although I had the golden thread firmly in my hand, where before I could still see the surroundings, now everything faded into the background. It was almost impossible to have a clear thought that had nothing to do with the current situation.
Bring Kaia to orgasm. Enjoying my own, even though one was almost immediately followed by the next and my lungs protested because it was hardly possible to breathe calmly and evenly.
Everything was spinning around me, my body felt like it was either floating on a cloud or drifting through waves.
The rules of my ordeal were clear and yet I was getting closer and closer to the point where I would beg Kaia to let the timer go off and end the game. As much as I enjoyed being on display and having no control over how much I was being asked to do, it was costing me.
I was only partially distracted by Kaia sitting on my face, riding my tongue and playing with the parts of my body she could easily reach. My abdomen had long been nothing but liquid fire, excitement, lust, desire... and a dull throbbing that grew more intense with each orgasm. Because even though I was being fucked by something that came damn close to a cock, it was nothing compared to a real one.
Kaia ran her fingers through my hair. "I can see your desperation rising. But it's not because of the machine, is it? Or is it the countdown that resets every few seconds? They won't let you rest until they get exactly what they want."
But what did they want? That I lose control of my consciousness? That I was just two overused body parts?
Again, Kaia changed something in the machine's settings. This time it slowed down. Agonizingly slow. I caught my breath, but now the climax was building in a way that drove me crazy for other reasons.
Something devilish gleamed in her eyes. She liked that. To control, to determine, to push my body to its limits and to study its effects on me.
But Kaia's devilish grin was also what made me keep on sucking her and making sure she didn't get a breather either. If I was caught in this situation, she would have to endure it as well.
Lei
The whole time my eyes had been glued to the one screen broadcasting the events in one of the back rooms. My hand closed tightly around the glass, and the conversation with Blake had completely fallen silent after we both realized we were sitting in the front row of a performance that was both sophisticated and cruel. Sophisticated because it tapped into the imagination of everyone in the room, and cruel because we were out here watching instead of being a part of it.
How I would have loved to hold the remote that controlled the intensity of the machine. How I wanted to hold Audrey's head, look her in the eyes and tell her that she would not get my cock until she could credibly assure me that the machine was not an adequate substitute.
