Then it happened. She heard Doc Watson's concerned voice say, "Oh, shit!”
Then she felt a wet shock like jetting cumin her pussy and ass. Slick fluids gushed into her two fuck-crazed tunnels of writhing delight.
"You broke the lubricating cream supply," Watson, said.
Hot cum like cream quickly filled her pussy and ass to overflowing. It gushed from between her writhing pussy lips and the wringing dark rim of her ass. “No man could ever give me so much!" she wailed.
"I know, the machine has a whole gallon in its tank.”
Rita took two quarts of jetting machine cum, she climaxed again and again, feeling her pussy pumped full beyond what even the multiple hot pricks of the bike gang had done. For her ass it was an enema of lewd rapture, filling and draining both at once.
Finally she had to cry, “Shut it off! I can't take anymore!” "I can't stop it," Doc said with concern. "Your multiple orgasms have overloaded the sensors and shorted the control circuits.”
“Aaaggghhh!” she cried.
The hand deftly plucking her cunt hairs went berserk. It grabbed tawny curls in bunches and yanked them out, sparking vicious hot pain into her flooded fuck pits. The nipple and clit-suckers screwed down hare! and applied suction that made blood seep through her pores. More fiery hot pain mixed with her ecstatic delight. The emotions became tangled in her mind. Like the machine, her sensors were overloaded. Nerves were shorting out, shocking her into insensibility.
Rita enjoyed one last great climax, grinding spasms of agonized torment and exquisite delight. She soared to a dizzying peak never reached before, then fainted and sank into oblivion with a delighted sigh.
At the same moment, Doc Watson's fantastic fuck machine blew its main fuse with a blinding flash. The six arms gave a final twitch and shrank back into repose with a chorus of mechanical squeals and groans.
Chapter 8
Vicki Wallford said, "Jesus! Mom fucked that crazy machine to death. Imagine what her pussy and ass would do to a man!”
Reggie said in a strained voice, "We shouldn't even discuss such things.” But watching the mechanical orgy had made her heart race. More warm red cherry blood seeped from her torn virgin's seal and dripped down her softly curved thighs.
Dad Watson and Wayde left the candle glowing in a wall holder between the two girls bound by neck collars and chains. They left the room while the robotic arms ravaged their mother to multiple orgasms of inhuman intensity.
"I wonder where the other men went?" Vicki asked.
"Wayde is all I care about.” "Yeah, he's so good looking and has such a great cock!” "That's not what I mean. He said he wouldn't let anyone hurt me.” "But he's not here now," Vicki said, "and mom's been fucked right out of our mind. If Doc Watson wants more pleasure now, it's got to come from one of us.”
Reggie cringed, pressing her back and luscious ripe ass against the stone wall. The smirking skull came toward them with one bony hand extended.
The hollow voice said, "Eenie, meenie, miney, mo… which young pussy is next to go?”
Reggie wept and moaned, pressing harder against the wall each time the wavering finger of glowing bone pointed at her. It was only a costume her mother had said, but the illusion was still terrifying to a young girl not fully recovered from the shock of having her precious cherry torn.
Vicki said, "I thought the machine was broken.” "It is," spoke the skeleton with a strangely distorted deep voice that echoed in the dungeon-like room. "But my father's big cock is in fine working order. He was locked up in prison for twenty years, you know. His body was ravaged and it wasted away, but his twelve-inch prick remained strong to taste revenge.”
Vicki and Reggie both repeated, "His twelve-inch prick?" The lusty redhead spoke the words in awe. Her younger blonde sister was simply aghast.
"He hasn't felt pussy since before you girls were born," the eerie voice said from the skull. "Imagine how horny his magnificent cock must be!”
Now even the brash redhead felt nervous. A foot-long cock on fire with rage that had smoldered for twenty years was enough to frighten anyone.
Doc Watson was clad in a clinging black suit much like the one his daughter Honey had on under Rita's mink coat, but his was not painted with three-dimensional-looking bones. It was pure and invisibly black in the dark except for two openings in the front.
One opening let his swaying cock and two enormous balls hang out. The other circled his gaunt lips and showed the stainless-steel prison-made dentures he'd sharpened into viciously fangs.
When he stepped to the edge of the glimmering half circle of candlelight, that was all Vicki and Reggie could see of him. A monster cock and shark-like metal teeth with an ominous gleam.
"Which one of them would you like?" asked the skull's eerie voice. "The one with red hair or the one with red cherry stain still fresh on her legs?”
Both girls held their breaths for the half minute it took Doc to reply. He'd long ago made up his mind, but he wanted them both to suffer in suspense.
"The redhead is so lithe and sultry," he said. "I love her fiery long hair and know that she has a cunt muff that looks like a bonfire.”
Vicki moaned and Reggie heaved a sharp sigh of relief.
"But I would rather taste blood," the clicking steel jaw said. A smile showed more of his long sharp fangs.
Reggie screamed. "Nnnooo! Not me!”
But the skeleton was already unlocking her neck collar and stripping off the robe she'd taken from Stanhope's penthouse.
Rita was just waking up. The magnet's power was off, so she was able to rise into a sitting position. Mechanical hands steadied her. Watson had repaired the machine with a new main fuse and a few replacement circuit boards. He'd also replaced the fixtures at the end of the aluminum arms. The four at the corners were cleverly jointed and looked almost like human hands. Each had four bendable fingers and a thumb. One took Rita's hand with seeming concern and helped her off the table, but its touch was icy cold and made her cringe. What she saw next was even worse. The skeleton largely hidden by black folds of luxurious mink was leading her blonde daughter Reggie toward the table like a sacrificial lamb.
Then Doc Watson turned and Rita saw his huge twanging cock. "Oooooh, God! No, you can't put all that into my little girl!” "Yes, I can. And you're going to help me.” "Never!" Rita shrilled the word and it turned into a scream. One of the mechanical hands snarled in her tawny hair and pulled. Another slapped her hard across the face.
"The audio sensors are tuned to hostility," Doc said. "A few angry words and they'll rip you apart!”
As if to make the point, two other long metal arms reached over her shoulders and gleaming fingers pinched her tits hi a painful vise-like grip.
"Aaaagggh! All right! Damn it, I'll do what you want!”
“Give her the key to those magnetic restraints," Doc told the skeleton. "Rita, take off the metal bands and fit them on your daughter.”
Reggie cried, "Oooooh, mother!" The board steel collar clanked shut around her neck. The next circled her slender waist to rest on her softly flared hips. Reggie stared in shock and said, "Mom… look what he did to you!” "What?" She glanced down at her pussy mound, a delicate hump of flesh still smarting from having her hairs plucked out. "Oh, Jeeezus!" There had been a method to the madness of that muff-plucking hand. What tawny hair remained over Rita's lush pussy slit formed a perfect W with glistening curls.
"That stands for Whore," Watson said. "You married Wallford and fucked for his money.”
Rita looked toward the sound of his rasping voice and saw the glittering sharp fangs. She groaned, reeling in despair.
"Don't just stand gawking, whore. Put the rest of the restraints on the daughter you're giving to me.” "You bastard! You inhuman beast! “Ooowww!" The two mechanical hands pinched her nipples so hard that a tiny drop of blood appeared on each bulged tip.