A glaring light flashed an overhead, blue-white" arid sharply focused like one that might be used in an operating room, Rita blinked and winced against the blinding light. Then she saw six long metal arms upraised around the table where she lay bound by the force of a magnetic field. They were silvery bright like the bones of the skeleton, but each three times longer than a normal human arm. Each one ended in a differently shaped vise-like hand, all articulated by triple-hinged joints.
"The arms and hands are aluminum so as not to be affected by the magnetic field," Doc said. "They are computer-controlled and can be programmed to perform an almost-infinite variety of specialized tasks. The one by your right foot, for example. It has two delicate fingers precise enough to pluck a single hair from your luscious pussy mound.”
Gears whirled and the wavering arm with two needle like fingers reached over her heaving groin. Rita wrenched and squirmed as it descended, but the steel girdle around her waist kept her from moving more than a fraction of an inch.
Unerringly, the silver-bright fingers closed on one pubic hair at the edge of her luxurious bush and pulled it out. Rita yelped and saw the mechanical hand reach back to select another strand.
Still shrouded in darkness, Doc Watson said, "The arm rising up near your left foot is made more for strength. It can handle only the simplest tools, but it never tires.”
That long, oddly jointed aluminum arm whirred and reached down out of sight, Rita screamed and lost another pussy hair, a tawny curl yanked out with the utmost of precision.
The stronger hand purred back into view carrying a U-shaped dildo made of flesh colored plastic with realistic blue veins webbing thick cock like shafts, each shaft ten inches long. It wavered uncertainly between her spread legs.
"That one is guided by heat sensors," Watson said. "Perhaps your luscious pussy and ass aren't hot enough for a two-pronged attack."
Rita’s lush body glazed with cold sweat. She feared the six-armed mechanical monster more than any man alive. It had no heart at all, no feelings, no emotion. No passion and no guilt, just six clawing hands controlled by a madman.
"The two arms reaching out from above your shoulders were made to put in place and tighten hex nuts, but I've found that the suction and spinning motion needed to do that can work wonders on a woman's nipples.” "Aaaaggghhh!" Rita cried. The two hands settled on her lush tits both at once. Each had a single finger with a cupped tip that sucked and whirled. They hummed and purred and made her bulging nipples burn.
"The arm rising from the left side of your waist was made to pound rivets, but I've found that with a rubbery long tip put in place of the usual hammer, it will French kiss like no Frenchman that ever lived.”
That whirring aluminum arm came to life, snaking around and between the two sucking and spinning her gorged nipples. It plunged a warm and wiggling tongue-like thing into her mouth and pumped it back and forth.
"Ungh! Mummmph! Grungh!" she groaned. With eyes clamped shut, Rita could almost imagine that she was in the grasp of a strong and fiercely passionate man. Only one thing was lacking, the intensely erotic stimulation that a woman can only feel from a tender caress.
Doc Watson said, "The sixth arm was designed to paint small parts. It strokes with a feather-light touch and I have programmed it to tingle all of your erogenous zones.”
Rita voiced shrilling cries of anguish. The sixth arm had a dozen moving fingers tipped with something softer than mink. They inched up her side and into the hollow of her underarm, across the creamy cones of her large tits and then down the cleft in the center of her heaving belly.
She knew the tantalizing touch was only one part of a monster meant to torment every muscle and nerve, but her body could not fail to respond. Rita groaned, sucking hard on a tongue in her mouth she knew was not real. She arched her back and thrust tingling nipples into mechanical jaws that pulsed and sucked in perfect unison.
Simmering heat swelled from the depths of her pussy. It hardly mattered that a robot hand was relentlessly pulling out her cunt hairs, one by one. What she had sensed as pain became needle-sharp sparks of pleasure. Rita arched her back, all that the waist-cinching band magnetically bound to the table would allow.
Sensing the damp warmth of her simmering cunt, the long metal arm holding two ten-inch artificial cocks moved into her splayed crotch. She groaned. Rita had been fucked more times than she could count while a prisoner of the motorcycle gang, but never had she taken two big pricks at once.
Beads of nervous sweat gleamed on her forehead. The soft stroking hand swept them away. One of the nipple-suckers ceased its twirling and moved away from her tit. The other swayed back and forth to stimulate one tit and then the other.
The arm reached down and put its sucking tip on her clit, pulling with such force that Rita thought her tender bud of nerves might be torn out by the root. Twisting shocks of pleasure drilled into her cunt and made the woman scream in agonized delight.
Twin artificial cocks inched forward. Their mechanical cum slits oozed pearly drops of lubricating cream. The soft stroking hand reached down and smeared it the length of one shaft and then the other.
Rita watched the robotic lewd scene and imagined that she saw the twin cocks respond to stroking with pulses of pleasure. They quaked and throbbed with a human-like pulse. They radiated warmth and made the woman shiver expectantly when they pushed in. Her sleek, tawny haired cunt seethed. Her tightly puckered shitlips squirmed and clenched. She groaned. The twin cocks pushed deeper, their sensing heads drawn to the warmth in her sultry depths.
Rita's lush body convulsed in response to twin intrusions, identical hot pulsing pricks pushing into her pussy and ass. The strength of her frantic writhing became extreme. She could not raise her wrists and ankles from the magnetic table top, but found she could slide them on its flat surface when she squirmed. She contorted herself into different positions of lewd delight.
The delicate hand went on plucking out her cunt hairs, one by one. Each loss was like a electric shock. Plucking a pussy hair made her ass and cunt clamp hard on the mechanical cocks. They responded with a fierce throbbing that made Rita moan.
"Those automated fuckers are equipped with pressure sensors,” Doc said. "The harder your gussy and ass squeeze, the harder they'll fuck! And unlike a man, they'll never tire. They only need a ten-minute break for maintenance after a thousand hours of operation.”
She screamed and sobbed, "A thousand hours? I couldn't stand it! This awful thing is making me cum already!” "The sensors know all of your needs. Brain waves are nothing but small electric impulses, you know.” "Aaaagggh!" Rita's taut cry shrilled into a scream of rapture. Being fucked so hard and so often by the motorcycle gang members had greatly increased her orgasmic ability. The woman came quicker and came harder now than ever before in her life.
Orgasm was her only escape. The thrilling tremors shocked fear and humiliation from her mind. It didn't matter that she was being fucked by a fucking machine, it made her climax into a frenzy of bucking and wringing contractions.
The twin cocks reaming her pussy and ass with relentless thrusts responded by fucking her harder and faster. The metal arm blurred between her legs. Twenty inches of throbbing robotic cock fucked in and out.
“Oh, God! Again!" Rita shivered and moaned. Her second climax came even harder. The plunging mechanical arm then fucked her to a third climax with convulsions of lewd pleasure she could feel all the way to her magnetically bound fingers and toes. Rita's hands balled into tight fists strained by the intensity of pleasure.
"I wish you were a man so you could cum with me!" she screamed in her mind she knew it couldn't be, but the machine seemed to tremble, straining like a man about to let go a big load. "Cum!”