Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
It was a molten, liquid flood of raw hunger, burning outward from the point where the silver collar hugged her flesh. It shot through her bloodstream, curled around her stomach, raced up her spine, and hardened her nipples, making them stand instantly erect.
“Oh—Oh!” Noelle gasped, her knees buckling. Blessed Virgin, what was it doing to her? She’d never felt anything like this barrage of overwhelming sensations that filled her body and overflowed, making her nerves feel like electrical wires that were channeling too much current.
“There it is!” Lupin exclaimed proudly. “Primary hormone activation achieved!”
“I—I feel—” Her breath hitched. “Dios, I feel like I’m being microwaved from the inside!”
“Good!” he snapped. “That means it’s working.”
“But, please… it’s too much…too much!” Noelle begged raggedly.
She staggered as the collar around her thigh pulsed again, her clit throbbing with hypersensitivity she didn’t want and hadn’t asked for.
Before she could steady herself, Lupin was already leading her toward the padded metal chair. He pushed her into it with the collar still strapped to her leg and forced her to hold still.
“Now then—we continue,” he said. And, with the press of a button, two articulated metal arms swung down from overhead, each tipped with a clear suction cup about the size of a plum.
“What are those?” Noelle demanded hoarsely.
“Nipple stimulators,” Lupin said breezily. “They enhance milk duct activation and hormonal response. Lean back, now!”
“No—I’m not letting anything else touch—”
But the chair suddenly tilted her backward and two mechanical clamps snapped around her wrists. The suction cups descended and sealed over her nipples with a wet pop.
“Ahh!” she gasped, as a rhythmic tugging began, synchronized with the pulsing of the silver collar around her thigh. The cups tightened and released in steady contractions, sending a shameful little twists of heat low in her belly each time. It was pain and pleasure at the same time and Noelle couldn’t help feeling all of it.
Madre de Dios, what is happening to me? My body isn’t mine anymore!
Metal bands clamped around her ankles and the chair’s bottom half parted to form stirrups which rose into the air, forcing her knees wide apart and baring her pussy. Noelle tried to clamp her thighs shut, but her legs were held in place. The collar around her thigh pulsed again and her back arched involuntarily, pushing her hips forward.
“You’re very responsive for your age,” Lupin mused, adjusting a glowing panel. “Some buyer at the auction will be lucky to get you. Now to map your womb and be sure its healthy…”
A long silver coil uncurled from the chair’s arm—to Noelle it looked like a flexible, metallic serpent. At its tip glowed a round bulb, pulsing with violet light.
Noelle saw where it was headed and horror filled her.
“No!” she gasped. “No, no, no—please. Don’t put that thing in me!” Her voice cracked as tears burned behind her eyes.
“Stop squirming,” Lupin scolded. “It’s only invasive if you resist.”
The coil brushed her inner thigh. Then it slid lower and pressed against her slick folds. The suction cups covering her nipples tugged harder, as though encouraging her to give in.
“No, please don’t!” she begged.
But her pleading fell on deaf ears and the probe eased inside, the blunt snout probing the entrance of her pussy…the sliding deeper.
A low hum filled the chamber as it vibrated inside her, sending waves through her core. The cool violet light flickered, syncing with her frantic heartbeat. Her hips jerked uncontrollably with each pulse as the device scanned her inner walls, mapping her womb’s contours with intrusive precision.
“Ahhhh!” The sound tore out of Noelle before she could choke it back.
Heat flushed her entire face as the thing probed inside her. The vibrations made her clit tingle unbearably and she wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. It seemed to go on and on forever and she was horribly afraid she might come. Even though her mind felt traumatized and revolted, the physical reactions the probe caused were too strong for her body to deny.
“There we go,” Lupin said cheerfully, completely oblivious to her horror and pain. “Uterine shape—lovely. Ovarian stimulation—excellent. Oh my! Follicle count much higher than expected! Perfect…just perfect.”
By this time, Noelle was shaking uncontrollably, half from the machine’s manipulations and half from humiliation. One thought played over and over in her head.
I don’t want to come…I don’t want to come…not like this! Never like this!
But it was too late—she was tipping over the edge. As unwanted pleasure rushed through her, she felt her entire body tensing, her inner walls clamping down on the silver invader as she throbbed helplessly over and over and over again.
At last, after what felt like an agonizing eternity, the probe finally slid free and the internal spasms ceased. At the same time, the suction cups released her nipples with soft pops, leaving them swollen, tender, and aching.