Chapter 3- Mechanical Rape
As when she got off of the bus, she had no clue as to where she was going when she suddenly
opened the door to an old warehouse. Not seeing any one around, she called out, "Hello! Is
anyone here?"
The place was dark and empty, her query reverberated through the empty building. She walked
on, exploring the empty building. Ten minutes into her exploration, something grabbed first her
right wrist, then, moments later, her left wrist and lifted her off of the floor.
"Who's there?" she cried out, "Let me down! I didn't bother anything!"
No one replied but she felt her blouse being cut away from her body from behind and then her
skirt. Jennifer screamed out in terror. She was now naked again and it appeared that she was
about to be raped. She still couldn't see anything other than the metal arms, which ended in thick
metal cuffs around her wrists. Suddenly four more of these arms and cuffs appeared, closing one
cuff each just above her ankles and her knees.
Whatever and whoever it was now had her but good. The lights came on and she could finally
see. There was nothing in front of her or to either side, so she looked behind her and saw a rather
large machine that sort of looked like a main frame computer it was so big. This was the source
of the six arms that now held her in it's grasp and more arms were coming from the machine
towards her. Jennifer screamed, then fainted.
When she finally awoke, hours later, she was sort of floating in mid-air, held in place by the
machine's arms. Her arms were stretched uncomfortably high above her head, and her legs were
forced wide apart and back, opening her pussy and ass, leaving them extremely vulnerable. Tight
bands were wrapped around the base of her huge tits, squeezing them so tightly that they looked
like overfilled balloons about to burst and they became a dark purplish-red color. Two more
arms had what looked like test tubes on the ends over her nipples and were sucking so hard that
her nipples hurt and were even longer now than they were after her metamorphosis, close to fifty
percent longer and thicker. Another of these test tube arms was also between her legs sucking
hard on her elongated clit. Although she couldn't see it, she imagined that it too was now longer
and thicker than it was when she walked into the building.
As if seeing her awaken, suddenly three other arms shot out of the machine, and on the ends of
the these arms were unbelievably huge dildos. Just as Jennifer opened her mouth to scream, one
of the dildos entered her mouth, quickly moved to the back, pressed into her throat, and began
rapidly fucking her mouth and throat. It was oozing a sticky substance that tasted remarkably
like cum. In just a split second after one entered her mouth, another entered her cunt. This one
was obviously well lubricated as it easily slid up her fuck tube, pressed through her cervix and
then up her uterus until it gently bumped into the back wall of her womb. Then it too began
rapidly fucking the poor bound teen. A split second after the dildo entered her cunt, yet another
easily entered her ass as it too was well lubricated and traveled deep inside of her before it too
began it's rapid fuck rhythm. This would prove to be the longest, fattest object ever in her anal
tract.
Moments later, while Jennifer was getting her three holes well fucked as well as her nipples and
clit well sucked over a dozen thinner arms with pads shot out, landing on her other most
responsive points of her body such as just below and under her ears, behind her knees, on the
insides of her thighs just below their joint with her crotch and many other spots. As soon as they
were attached all over her, the machine started shooting low voltage shocks to those points in a
random sequence.
Jennifer couldn't keep up, her body was in sensory overload. She could feel an orgasm
approaching and just went with the flow. What else could she do, under the circumstances?
Once she had her first orgasm, the machine fucking her, and otherwise stimulating her body, kept
her in a constant state of orgasm. She could feel every so often the sensation of the dildos
"cuming" inside of her cunt and ass, and every so often, the one in her mouth would back out
until just the head of the dildo was inside of her mouth, then it too would shoot off inside of her.
While she didn't know what the substance was inside of her cunt and ass, there was no mistaking
the taste and texture of cum in her mouth.
Jennifer lay there in a semi-conscious state, constantly cuming herself as her cunt and ass
constantly bore down, then released it's hold on the dildos that were fucking her better than any
man ever could. She had no clue as to how long she was there being used as a fuck toy for this
maniacal machine but she did realize that occasionally she'd loose consciousness and then regain
her consciousness some time later.
Suddenly, the machine stopped fucking and otherwise stimulating her body. First the electrode
pads came off and the arms retracted into the machine, then the "test tubes" were painfully
removed, causing Jennifer to shriek in pain, and those arms retracted into the machine. Then the
bands around her now almost black tits loosened and those arms retracted into the machine.
Moments later as the blood began to flow back into her tits, she first felt a needles and pins
feeling, quickly followed by excruciating pain, making her shriek in pain again.
When she finally calmed down, the dildos in her cunt, mouth and ass were slowly, almost gently
extracted and those arms too retracted into the machine. A new arm shot out of the machine, this
one had what looked like an enema plug on the end of it and Jennifer began screaming, "NO!
NOT AGAIN! OH PLEASE DON'T!"
But her pleas were in vain, the needle pressed into her sore ass hole and she could feel warm,
almost hot water flowing into her bowels. Another arm shot out of the machine with what
looked like a dildo sized version of an enema needle, plugged itself into her cunt and she could
now feel her vaginal tract filling with water. Both devices had formed perfect seals, trapping the
water inside of her. She could feel her belly stretching as it filled with water. Her womb was
stretched to the maximum and evidently that one shut off, but the one in her ass continued filling
as her guts cramped badly. That one didn't stop until she looked like she was seven or eight
months pregnant.
The machine kept her like this for what Jennifer guessed was an hour, as her guts churned and
cramped non-stop. Finally, the one in her pussy was removed and the water gushed out of her
sounding like water flowing from a fire hydrant. When the water finally stopped flowing, the
enema need was forced back into her and she was filled up again. When her cunt was filled, the
water stopped flowing and the other needle was removed from her ass.
After a loud, smelly fart, the water gushed out of her ass, filled with her shit as the pain lessened
and relief set in, she went right into another orgasm. When the water eventually stopped flowing
from her ass, that needle too was reinserted and her bowels began to be filled with water again,
not stopping until she again looked very pregnant. This process was repeated a total of four
times, each time she had to suffer through an hour of stomach churning and cramps. Also during
this time, arms with "hands with fingers came out of the machine and massaged her breasts,
shoulders, thighs and belly. The belly massaging seemed to somewhat lessen the cramping and
worked the water in real good.
When that part of the ordeal was over, Jennifer did in fact feel better and more relaxed. After the
massaging hands and the two enema needles retracted back into the machine, another arm
appeared, with what looked like a fire hose, complete with nozzle. It began washing down the
already wet floor (wet from her pussy juices and it's lubricating liquids). Once the last of the
standing water swished down the open drain, another arm came out holding a large heated fan,
which blow high volumes of hot air on the floor, quickly drying the concrete surface, leaving
slightly damp when it too was retracted back inside of the machine.
Then the arms holding her in the air moved to set her down. Her cut off skirt and blouse were
placed on her as best as possible and in the blink of an eye, you couldn't even tell that they had
been cut off of her. Jennifer's legs were a little wobbly, unable to support her own weight, the
massaging hands returned and massaged her calves and thighs until her strength returned, then
completely released her.
The machine said in a near human voice, "You have been here for three days, six hours and fifty-
two minutes and forty-three seconds. You experienced 10,189 orgasms. Most of your bruising
will disappear within two day. You might be a little sore for a day, and you were treated with
drug that will remove any remaining pain in your vaginal and rectal passages within a couple of
hours. You are free to leave and thank you for coming"
Jennifer was surprised that after she wasn't even able to stand just a few minutes ago, that she
was able to walk so easily as she quickly headed for the exit. She walked back to the bus stop,
across the street from the one she had arrived in this creepy neighborhood at. Within two
minutes, a bus pulled up. As the door opened, it was the same driver who had brought her here.
"Well! Hello again! You look as slutty as ever!" he greeted her as she climbed up into the bus.
Again he leered at the virtually naked teen, looking her up and down evaluating her body. Again,
as she put her money in the slot, she realized that no one else was in the bus except for her and
the driver. Again she took the first seat across the aisle from the bus driver, spreading her legs
wide apart to openly display her naked, hairless pussy to him and he kept glancing over at her as
he drove, openly looking right between her legs with a nasty grin on his face and licking his lips.
Curiosity was driving her wild, and she finally asked him, "What day is today?"
"It's Friday of course." he replied with a wicked smile on his face, almost as if he were in on
some conspiracy against her.
"Damn, I've missed out on most of four days!" she thought to herself.
As she got out at the stop nearest her dorm, the driver asked, "Would there be any chance of me
taking you out on a date, say to a motel room?"
Jennifer was surprised when she heard herself responding, "Yes, but not yet!" and knew that she
had given him a sweet, shy smile as she said it.
