Thread: I am Machine -WanderxCandy_demon

The defeated look that Willow gave Shey meant that the tattooed beauty was beyond her Mistress help, in fact not even God himself could save her. When both Willow and Shey began this undertaking, as well as their very limited and select few friends who also enjoyed the lifestyle, there was one rule that all Master and Mistress abide by. What? That rule was if for any reason a sub, whether male or female, ever called off torment of someone who have been selected from the crowd, then that individual had free reign to do whatsoever they wished to the willing sub. Shey had seen many others unable to take the abuse, but she had always been strong enough to accept whatever punishment, even if they knocked loose a few of her teeth tonight however, she was the unlucky one. I cant do this, she whimpered beneath her breath, her body beginning to visibly shake with worry. Flicking her eyes up to the stranger, Shey wondered exactly what he had planned for her abused form. You know the rule Shey, you and I better than anyway! Willow hissed, keeping her dark eyes locked on the stranger standing before them. Shey shook her head slowly and felt another bout of warm tears slide down her cheeks. I-Im not on birth control Willow, wh- it was the first time that this particular sub had ever used her Mistress name and it was clear by the way the woman had flinched that it was something that she did not like. Sheyenne, this is your burden to bear, I cant- it was the last thing that Willow had said as the stranger, with ungodly strength lurched forward and shoved Willow away. The crowd and Shey, watched on in horror as her body was flung from the stange, a loud thud following her descent. Many of the men and women of the crowd rushed to her aide, and still more sat and looked on in amazement. Shey began to back away from the man, wincing and whimpering like a child as her injuries sang with agony she couldnt allow him to fuck her, she just...couldnt! Slowly the fear disappeared as she watched him unzip his pants and reveal his member. At first, and under the impression that she might actually survive this, she looked on in bewilderment. This stranger before her had a member that made her almost want burst into laughter, and here she had thought that he might have this horse sized sausage hanging down to his knees, a thick vein throbbing painfully. This false sense of security however did not last long. Again the masked stranger advanced, his expression having remained completely cold and uncaring, even as he reached out and collected her by her hair once more. Shey wailed loudly, one of her small, shaking hands reaching back to collect the her attackers wrist, in the hopes of prying it from her dark lock. It seemed though that no matter how much she clawed at his flesh or pulled at his arm, she could not remove his iron grasp. Shey turned to the crowd with wild eyes and began to beg, Make him stop please! But not a single body in the crowd move to assist her it was then that an overwhelming sense of dread flooded her veins and clenched her heart tightly. Shey assumed, as she fought for control, even as she was forced back onto her knees and her face firmly pressed against the unforgiving hardwood floor, that those faceless people of the crowd, thought that this was all part of the act. Yes, it was no entirely uncommon for people to assume that those chosen from the sea of featureless faces, were in fact another Master or Mistress that the group knew. That assumption was a lie. God damn it let go! Even with the fear and dread creeping into Sheys trembling form, the dark haired woman fought for control if only she knew that the man she fought against was anything but human and unable to be so easily thwarted by the weak attempts of a human female. Angrily she bellowed and thrashed on the floor, unable to see the strangers thick length go from a laughable little nub to a long, unmoving rod that threatened to tear her in half. Just as she had gritted her teeth and began her thrashing anew did she stop, eyes wide with surprise, as the android looming over her sheathed his shaft with her sex, a shrill cry easing past her battered lips. Unlike most though, he did not start thrusting right away and this made Shey hopeful that he might be reconsidering his current course of action. Please dont do this, she begged only loud enough for him to hear, her body trembling like a leaf cast into a raging storm, You dont have to do this. Ill do whatever you want if you let me up right now. Ill come to your place and give you the best blow job of your life, or...or Ill let you fuck me in the ass. If only she knew that the man behind her could not be so easily tempted by something that would prove pointless on his mission. Let me g-Shey began weakly, but silenced herself when she felt that her partners length seemed to be changing, even as it was within her. The sub did not move, hardly breathed as she tried to ensure that what she was feeling was truth and not a trick of her mind running rampant. Even as she lay there silently, she felt that her assumption had been right this man, this things cock was infact growing thick and longer. At first, his cock had been easy enough to handle, but as it stretched and lengthened, it was becoming painful. Shey gritted her teeth in pain as the empty stretch her sex wide, and she felt a familiar cramping, implying that the head of the stranger dick was pressing firmly against the opening of her cervix The commands were sent and the synthetic material, with which his penis was formed, began to stretch. It thickened until is girth was unbearably large. It was adequate, decided J7, in order to allow no semen to escape. It also elongated until it was long enough to press hard into her cervix. When the pressure within her abbaited, Shey gave a shaky breath, wondering if maybe this man was going to simply sit behind her and just let his prick stay imbedded within her. This lie was only comforting for so long before she knew that it was her mind trying to ease the sickly feeling away. The submissive woman tried once more to plead with the android, Listen, Im begging you. I understand that you wanna fuck, but if you give me a few days, Ill fuck you when I have a little bit more protection. I dont have any protection, like, Im not even on birth control! You get what the mean right? When she got no response, she answered for him, It means there is a very high risk of me getting knocked up. Lets face it man, you dont want this, I dont want this. Reconsider what youre doing, please. That had been the entire reason why she had begged her Mistress, who had been ushered off backstage, so fervently. Shey couldnt afford a child, let alone continue in her current line of work! Hell, Willow had even said that if such a situation like the one she was currently in, ever did happen, the Mistress would recall her claim on Shey. Again Shey began to sob, Please dont do this. She pleaded again, listening to the wild hammering of her heart as she waited to see if Mr. Cruelty answered her.