Lured to the Pleasure Planet · Part 2

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and fell rapidly downwards on her back, screaming as she slithered faster and faster through the darkness. Gradually the tube curved upwards, and she shot out onto a smooth steel slab, landing on her bare bottom.

Guards converged, and before she had a chance to struggle strong hands gripped her arms and legs. She was lifted helplessly towards a large metal machine, which lay like an open shell waiting to engulf her soft body. From closer she saw all sorts of mechanisms and attachments inside. Suddenly afraid, she resisted with all her strength, but her struggles were useless. Effortlessly her legs were raised and parted wide to reveal the pink wetness of her sex, her engorged clit peeping from its sheath, betraying her excited response to the bizarre sights and sounds of the cavern above, her erotic anticipation irrationally stronger than her fear.

In a trice she was over the machine and they were lowering her carefully into the shell-like form. She wriggled and twisted, but firmly they positioned her limbs ready for their attachments. There was no possibility of escape.

Quickly broad straps were fastened over her neck and waist, and then she was a fixture. Her head rested on a firm pad at the end of the machine, and her arms were stretched to the side. Tight rubber bands were fitted over her ankles, then she felt the mechanism steadily stretch her legs out taut. They worked coolly and busily to complete her preparation, buckling each strap in turn until her naked body was tightly but carefully positioned in the centre of the machine, like a fly caught in a spider's web.

Oil was poured over her body, then spread by cool, expert hands with no concern for her modesty, pinching her nipples to keep them erect. Practised fingers parted her labia to find the sensitive nub of her clitoris and the tender entrance of her sex, slipping then dipping into her moist cunt. She squirmed ineffectually in her bonds, intense sensation spreading as the steadily insistent stimulation aroused her. She was hardly aware of the filmy, soft plastic layer settling over her body, clinging like a second skin. The fingers continued their work until the cover was lowered and clamped. A padded collar fitted closely around her neck, and she felt the upper mechanisms touch her lightly for a moment as they adjusted with whirring sounds to her form.

The gleaming cover rose like a dome over her body, hiding her nakedness and the mechanisms within from her sight. She could not see the brightly lit interior, or the cameras focused on her glistening vulva. The soft plastic sheath surrounding her body began to shiver gently. It was warm to her skin, fitting exactly around her breasts and belly and into her sides and armpits. She felt a touch at each nipple, then a mild rhythmic suction which became a tingling sensation. Soft plastic feelers, more sensitive than human fingers touched lightly between her thighs, then stroked and gently manipulated her labia and clitoris as though exploring. Then she noticed the music.

As the feelers caressed her tingling torso, thighs and legs and gently stroked the soles of her feet, a gentle undulating sound rippled, gradually building in a series of crescendos. She turned her head to see the silver-suited form of the masked operator facing her, his fingers rippling over the controls at the console, and knew instinctively that he could control the hidden mechanisms which surrounded her body, as well as the music. His eyes gleamed behind the mask as he glanced for a moment at her tossing head, then returned his attention to the keyboard, and the crystal-sharp image on his video screen.

The music grew louder, and the sensations grew stronger. From barely perceptible beginnings she became aware of something soft and wet, slowly stroking her aroused clitoris, enclosing the tender flesh and gently sucking it from its sheath. The steady motion brought flashes of pure pleasure, but it rapidly became an unbearable torment, and she cried at the raw sensation she was so helpless to evade. The music built up from one crescendo to another, stronger and then faster while the merciless stimulation continued. She felt her climax approaching, the intensity building until it flowered and then burst.

She screamed, fighting her bonds with enormous but hopeless strength as the orgasm flowed over her in great surges, until at last she could gasp for breath, her muscles still contracting as her raw nerves responded to the gentle but still persistent stroking, and the quieter and falling cadences of the music. She was scarcely conscious of her position in the bowels of the fiendish machine.

The operator gloated as his fingers continued to play over the controls, while her sinuous, erotic movements responded in perfect harmony to every delicate change in the rhythm of the music. The viewers above applauded as the moist pink flesh of her vulva pulsed and throbbed in perfect unison with the rhythm of the crescendo, while creamy juice oozed from her cunt.

But Karen was unaware of the watchers; her movements were instinctive as the unrelenting stimulation continued, her moist lips flowering and parting, the muscles of her vagina entrance opening its soft, pink cavity while she felt a growing and almost uncontrollable desire for penetration. She squirmed more and more violently as the beat quickened again. A mild tingling in her nipples grew stronger until it was almost a vibration, while she became gradually aware of a similar feeling in her clitoris. The viewers watched her rhythmic movements, the camera focusing on her vulva as the thick, rounded steel column slowly advanced towards the hot, moist soft core of her.

Karen barely felt the monstrous organ at first, so light a touch amongst the other mechanisms which played on her helpless body. A tightening, at her ankles to stretch her already parted thighs, just a gentle contact of its cold, glistening head against her perfectly positioned labia, then a growing pressure she was powerless to evade. A shiver of fear mingled with the pleasurable tingling of her body, at the thought of the fearsome devices she had seen elsewhere in the arena. She remembered the futile struggles of the blonde as her torturers mounted her on the giant impaling post, her thighs held obscenely parted as Karen's were now.

Resistance was hopeless, but she clenched her muscles hard against the intruder as its glistening head pressed harder against her moist opening. She could not help wriggling each time she felt the gentle, moist suction at her juicy bud, and the sensation from her tingling nipples sent tremors through her. Amongst all the other sensations she felt the pressure increasing against her lips, now slippery with her juices. Slowly she felt the head of the steel rod press harder, forcing her to abandon the unequal struggle.

"Aaaaah!" she gasped, forced to relax her muscles as its enormous head parted her lips and moved irresistably forwards into her vagina, slowly rotating to ease the passage of its monstrous thickness through her entrance. It stretched her soft, clinging walls, sliding up into her slippery, wriggling body until she felt distended, unable to do more than swivel her hips around the great shaft. Her twisting movement just rotated her body on its axis. The watchers saw her lips give with the pressure, part and then slowly engulf the bright steel, rounded head. It slid up and up until she could feel its pressure high in her belly, compressing her organs. She could barely breathe. Unremittingly the stimulation continued, and although she was totally unable to move, she could not control her responses.

Her nipples were swollen with the suction, and she wriggled her upper body in response to the tingling sensations. The smooth steel slid slowly more and more deeply into her, until she felt lifted by its pressure at the very heart of her. Then it began to stroke back and forth within her. She had never been fucked like this; without her ankle bonds it would have moved her whole body with it as it pushed in, then pulled out in long strokes. It took her breath away each time it filled her vagina, and she felt impaled up to her neck, while a growing feeling of emptiness followed its withdrawal.

The masked man at the controls played faster and faster, building up to a series of crescendos with the strokes of the monstrous organ. The stretching sensation as it stroked again and again into her was more than she could stand on top of the steady teasing and stretching of her engorged clit, and a massive orgasm shook her, while the stimulation continued mercilessly. Karen felt as though the whole of her body was a receptacle for the giant phallus, and her mind seemed open to every sensation created by the pleasure machine, seeming almost to float away from her body.

The inexorable buildup of feeling dominated every thought and movement and each new peak of sensation was like a violin bow playing on the nerves of her whole body, until again the moist suction at her tumescent, super sensitive clitoris was the final chord which set her nerves off in harmony. She screamed and struggled in a tumultuous orgasm, the massive organ stroking faster and faster, while sticky liquid spurted into her vagina and the watchers were entranced by the rhythmic contractions of her writhing body.

The tempo slowed, and tantalisingly the massive metal rod withdrew, slowly emerging from her like a snake as thick as a boa constrictor, until at last her lips were freed of its stretching, and the tension on her ankles relaxed. Still stretched by the monstrous shaft, her cunt gaped open, her lips parted to reveal her yawning cavity. Gradually she felt herself relax inside to her normal dimensions, but her legs were still tautly fastened by unyielding bonds under the giant dome. Then she felt an unexpected movement. Her ankles were lifted and her legs raised, her feet clamped tightly together. Suddenly she felt a tickling feeling in the soft flesh of her instep.

"Aaaaah!" she cried. A hot line of pain flashed across the sensitive flesh, her feet trying vainly to curl up in response to the pain, and she screamed. Again the delicate stroking, again the pain of the lash until she wept in helpless frustration. The torment continued for an eternity. The relief was bliss when her feet were released from the clamp, and at first she paid no attention as the mechanism parted her raised ankles, moving her legs higher and wider until her thighs were lifted, her sex stretched and exposed to the gaze of the fascinated spectators. A thin rod touched between her legs, lay coolly between her lips, and was gone.

She wriggled helplessly, unaware of the salacious display she was creating on the screens above. Without warning a flash of pain, a line of fire burned between her stretched lips, then she felt a deeper, gnawing hurt. The music and the lash quickened their beat, the fire spreading between her thighs, no part of her sex escaping the attention of the lash. She screamed and tossed her head, helpless to evade the intimate pain of the lash.

For a moment she felt relief as her legs were lowered to their former position but then she gasped as the moist plastic feelers again parted and stroked her soft and slippery lips, searching for her inflamed clit, manipulating its soft sheath as it grew and hardened under the gaze of the operator, sending shooting messages of pain and pleasure through her.

The great steel organ pressed insistently against her slippery labia until they slowly parted in spite of her resistance, forcing her entrance to slide smoothly up into her. Karen squirmed helplessly as the metal shaft penetrated her body, until again she felt transfixed beyond the limit, its great head pressing high inside her belly. It began to stroke savagely back and forth, taking her breath away each time it filled her. Would she ever escape from the monstrous machine?

The music began to increase in strength and tempo, and she felt her control slipping as the giant organ continued its unrelenting motion. The moist, gentle suction and vibration resumed, and her whole body undulated as the operator syncronised the controls. Her bonds, together with the thick metal shaft which now impaled her body, allowed no movement, no rest and no escape from the persistent sexual stimulation and she felt another orgasm coming, steadily and inexorably. Surges of pleasure flowed through her, and she began to feel light-headed, as if floating in space. The strong stimulation seemed to create flashes of colour before her eyes.

Watchers gathered in the viewing chamber above to watch the final moments of her torment. Just as her sensations were at their peak, Karen felt a stronger suction at her nipples, the cold numbness of an anaesthetic spray, and then a tightness at the base of each nipple. She cried out at the distant pain as her nipples were pierced, and rings inserted, and then there was a strange feeling as her breasts were pulled and stretched by the rings.

In spite of the numbness and pain from her breasts, she felt waves of pleasure radiate through her body from the delicate manipulation of her clitoris, and the strokes of the steel shaft which began to come faster and faster as the music reached its final crescendo.

After the piercing of her nipples, she could guess what would happen next, but she was helplessly exposed in the bonds of the fiendish machine, unable even to control the pleasure which gripped her body, and grew until nothing could stop her orgasm. The massive steel shaft pressed high within her, stretching her entrance and rubbing her clit. She was terrified but helpless, twisting and fighting in the grip of the orgasm which carried her off like a flood, the anticipation deepening her response, her bare, aroused clit contracting, retreating but not escaping from the suction which now gripped, pulled and stretched the pink, swollen flesh. "Aaaaaah!" she yelled, jerking in helpless sensation and sensing the moment.

She knew when she felt the cold numbness of the spray. In spite of the deadening of sensation she felt the needle pierce the delicate organ, and the ring inserted. She screamed and screamed as her orgasm took control in spite of the dull pain from the rings permanently impaling her most sensitive parts, her struggles increasing the sensations, intense but finally subsiding, the tension released at the last strains of the finale.

Once the music stopped, the attendants returned to lift the dome covering her exhausted body, peel her plastic covering and unfasten her bonds. She was too weak to struggle as she was lifted out of the machine. Her limbs were again gripped by strong hands, and a light leash was clipped to the ring in her clit. Hands crossed and bound her wrists behind, and set her on her feet. The silver-clad operator lifted his mask and grinned at her. It was Tuman! He took the end of the leash. She trembled!

Lured to the Pleasure Planet · Part 2 (2/2)
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