Wayde Watson stood up smiling and tucked his softening cock back into the pants of the police uniform he'd rented at a costume shop. He helped the whimpering blonde to her feet and held her in his arms.
"I'm sorry it had to be that way," he said. "But not sorry at all that I was your first.”
Reggie remained too stunned to reply. Her soft lips quivered. Her misty blue eyes fluttered. She wrapped Stanhope's silk robe close around her and felt a warm stream of spilled virgin blood running slowly down the inner slope of her creamy left thigh.
Her sister Vicki's green eyes were alight with a look of envy. Benton had so far been the only man in her life. She'd never seen a cock as long and thick and hard as the make-believe police officer's. She found herself wishing that he'd fuck her on the elevator floor.
Rita only felt a sickening chill. Doc Watson had tricked her again, and they were all still in jeopardy of his cruelty. With a mournful shiver she recalled throwing her weight on the phony cop's back to help drive his big cock through Reggie's cherry, then teasing and stroking his balls to make him cum in her the first time.
She snarled, "Doc, you're so cleverly cruel it's almost inhuman!” "Not so," he insisted. "I arranged for Regina to have a deflowering she could enjoy. But soon I'll show you how inhuman my quest for vengeance can be.” "Wha-what are you going to do?" Rita's voice quaked.
"You don't want to know,'" Doc laughed as the elevator stopped in the basement parking garage.
Wayde told the female trio to hold out their wrists. He took two pairs of handcuffs from a pouch-on his leather duty belt. "The uniform is a fake, but these are the real thing.”
Rita, stood between her two teenaged daughters, Vicki on her left, Reggie on her right. He handcuffed Rita's left wrist to Vicki's right, then her right wrist to Reggie's left, joining them like links-of a human chain.
The elevator door opened and they found a car waiting. Old Dad Watson sat hunched behind the wheel and flashed all three a toothless grin. Wayde tumbled the chain-linked trio into the rear seat of the sedan.
Rita sat in the middle, cuffed between her beautiful daughters. "Where are you taking us?” "A place you should remember well," Dad told her. "The corner of Third and Front Street.”
Rita moaned and felt a chill despite her warm wrapping of luxurious mink. "Not back to that motorcycle gang!" She despaired at the thought of her daughters in the clutches of that bunch.
"No, to the building across the street where Wallford Electronics made its start. It was abandoned years ago when you moved the company to that new industrial park. That makes the old place perfect for our purposes.” "Is Doc there?" Rita asked tensely.
"Where else? He's been refitting his research lab and refining his most recent inventions.”
Rita shuddered and felt a tight knot in her throat, almost as though that terrible necklace had clenched around her lovely long neck again. She knew that whatever Doc Watson had in mind now must be worse.
The waterfront slum area looked even more menacing after dark. Rita saw men with hard faces and haunted eyes leering from shadowed doorways. Rats scurried across Front Street, their noses twitching and long thin tails dragging. Two of the filthy gray forms attacked and killed an alley cat, ripping the poor beast apart with their yellowed buck teeth. Rita watched blood and bits of black fur fly.
Dad Watson said wryly, "Ain't no kind of pussy that's safe around here.”
He stopped the car in a dark alley behind the old building. More vicious large rats darted out of the way with beady yellow eyes glaring back.
"Don't try to run," the old man said quite unnecessarily. "All cuffed together like that, you wouldn't make it to the alley's mouth.”
Wayde took Reggie's free hand and led the cuffed trio of terrified women down a damp and worn flight of concrete stairs to a basement door. The air in that narrow stairwell smelled of mold and rotting things.
Honey Watson stood waiting at the far end of a dark hallway inside the door. The willowy blonde tensed and grinned coldly when she heard the heavy lock click and the hinges squeal. Clad from head to toe in a clinging black leotard, she'd have been invisible in the dark except the front of her clinging outfit was painted with the skull and bleached bones of a realistic skeleton.
Grinning behind the slack jaw stenciled on her hood with luminous paint, she turned to face the wall until the three women handcuffed together had been ushered inside. The back of her form-fitting black suit was unadorned. She melted into shadows and seemed to disappear.
They turned coming through the steel door so that red-haired Vicki was leading the way. Rita walked in the middle between her two girls with one cuffed wrist pulled forward, the other yanked back. Reggie was behind her* almost too frightened to move.
Honey waited, counting the clicks of their high-heeled shoes. When the trio was only ten feet away, she turned suddenly. Vicki was first to see the glowing skeleton appear out of nowhere. She shrilled a scream of horror and lurched back, crashing into her mother who then stumbled into Reggie following so reluctantly at the end of the line.
Honey laughed and the sound was made hollow by a special microphone taped to her throat. A broad metal encircled the skeleton's neck. A heavy chain ran from that to a ring high on the wall. That seemed to be all that was holding the hideous specter upright.
The haunting laugh echoed and they heard the clatter of dry bones as skeletal hands reached out to greet them. The bony wrists were shackled and joined by a foot-long length of chain.
Rita caught her breath first and regained her balance. Vicki was still trembling and Reggie was crying her heart out, afraid to open her eyes.
"Relax," the woman said. "It's nothing more sinister than a Halloween prank. Vicki, you had a little costume like that when you were a kid.” "But I wasn't chained to a wall!" the redhead cried in near hysteria.
"It's just that cruel man doing all he can to keep us on edge," Rita said. "I know you can hear me, Doc… and you'll have to do better than that.”
Dad and Wayde pushed the nervous trio around a corner and through another steel door. That creaked open automatically as they approached and slammed shut behind them with a loud clanking sound. The room they'd entered was pitch black inside when the door slammed shut.with such finality. Dad Watson lit a candle that cast a feeble glow and led the women to a wall made of damp rough stone.
There was just enough flickering light to see a stout chain and dangling steel collar like that worn by the skeleton. Vicki cringed and sobbed, bowing her head and wailing in despair, Dad Watson pressed her back to the wall and locked the cold metal collar around her neck.
Wayde eased Reggie to the wall and locked an identical collar around her neck. "Sorry," he whispered softly. "But my father insists. Don't worry… I won't let anyone really hurt you.”
That gave her some hope, but Rita overheard his kind words and knew by now how Watson's mind worked. He might well just be building the frightened blonde up for a terrible letdown.
Rita stood handcuffed between her two daughters collared to the wall. Wayde unlocked the handcuffs and freed her chafed wrists. The tawny-haired woman stood cowering. Dad Watson slipped off her black mink and gave it to the glowing skeleton that had crept silently into the room behind them.
Most of the bony figure vanished when wrapped in inky black fur, but Rita could see the skull form something like a smile when skeletal hands stroked downy soft mink about where a woman's tits would be.
The specter of death clad in her glorious coat sent chills down Rita's spine even though she kept trying to tell herself it was just another cruel attempt to torture her mind.
Dad Watson laughed and locked a broad metal collar around Rita's long neck. She jerked a hand up and felt for the expected chain like those that bound her daughters to the stone wall. There was no chain. Rita felt little relief.
Wayde locked another wide metal band around her waist. It fit her like an iron garter belt. Curious chills coursed through her veins. There was no chain attached to that either.
Dad Watson dropped to his knees and circled her ankles with a pair of locking steel hands. Still no sign of a chain. Then the smirking skull framed by a raised collar of sleek black fur came forward with bony hands outstretched. They locked a steel bracelet around each wrist, then took Rita’s trembling hands and led her into total darkness.
Rita's worst fears were of the unexpected. What could Doc Watson be up to now? Was the hideous skeleton garishly clad in her beautiful black mink? And wherever he was, why lock her into heavy metal bands of restraint when there was no chain?
The hollow and deeply distorted laugh of the skull figure filled the room, echoing off unseen walls of solid stone. Bony hands with arms made invisible by sleeves of black mink pushed Rita backwards onto a table with a cold slick top. Also black in the inky darkness, Rita couldn't see it, but she felt that the table was large.
Seemingly detached hands of clattering bone spread her arms and legs toward the four corners, but there was nothing she could see or feel to hold her in that spread-eagled position. Just before stepping way, a glowing skeletal hand swept aside her tawny hair to pluck out the earpiece Rita had worn since her torment had begun.
The silky black cuff of a furry sleeve brushed her cheek as the earpiece came out. Rita felt a shivering chill. If she no longer needed that thing in her ear, then Doc Watson must be near enough to speak directly. Perhaps so close that he could reach out and touch her.Jibe cringed at the thought and tried to leap off the table.
Something clicked on beneath the table. Rita heard a shrill whine that deepened into, a vibrating purr. She was just starting to sit up when her head was slammed back against the metal table top. The purring hum went on below, something with power enough to make hair bristle at the back of her neck. Rita strained but could not raise her head. Her arms and legs and slender waist were also bound by the unseen force. Watson's gravelly voice came out of the darkness.
“That table is a huge electromagnet,” he explained. "With the power on full, the steel bands you're wearing might as well be welded to the top.”
She ceased her futile struggling and turned her head inside the collar magnetically bound to the metal table. Rita still couldn't see him. She was naked and helpless and now at his mercy more than ever before. By the sound of his voice, he couldn't be more than a few feet away.
"Now it's time for you to meet REAM," Watson said with a wicked peel of laughter. "That stands for Robot Electronic Assembly Machine… something redesigned to handle dreary factory chores.”
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!”
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.