Re: Jamie (thetwo)
(Wow, nice last post...)
Jamie awakens in the cold and dark, barely able to stand. When she does, the sudden rush of blood makes her fall back down on her ass. She sees her naked body glistening with moisture and remembers...
Each robot had at been damaged by her initial attack on it, but further attacks hadn't even slowed them down. Stripped down to her panties with a freakish robot kneading her breasts, she had realized that each of her attacks was weaker then the last. More fighting was, if anything, counterproductive. Better to play dead and try to gather her strength for one last flurry. Besides - all evidence aside - there was no way someone had kidnapped a young woman and set her free in a maze where robots would rape her, right? I mean, this was all some twisted experiment, but it would end before they actually went that far. Right?
When her panties had been cut free, the sudden rush of cold air on parts of her that had grown quite warm caused her to sharply draw in her breath. Then it had stuffed her own wet panties into her mouth. A moment later she realized that the oil that had leaked all over her breasts hadn't gotten anywhere near her waist... and she realized that the soaking wet panties in her mouth were wet with her own arousal. But even as she realized it, she also realized that despite not struggling, she had only grown weaker.
Mere seconds later, the shock of the odd tubes settling on her nipples forced her to draw in her breath again, pushing her breasts further up toward the robot on her chest. The feel of a third tube sucking on her clit drove her to her first orgasm in under a minute.
This was something new to Jamie - having an orgasm before someone even penetrated her. The few boyfriends she'd managed to have before college began taking up too much of her time to pursue meaningful relationships had been none-too-skilled and she was lucky if she 'came' at all. And these spider-bots had brought her to climax during foreplay.
Even as she had thought the word 'foreplay', she felt pressure on her sex. She tried to pull her legs tightly together, denying the robot entrance, but it simply pulled her legs apart. The orgasm had further drained her remaining physical strength and she was helpless as something cold and metallic pushed between her by now dripping lips. Once it was thrust all the way in, it began vibrating violently.
Brief thoughts of how it was nearly ironic that she'd refused to use one of these things herself were driven out of her mind as a second orgasm wracked her body. As soon as it started deep inside her, the robot between her legs started pumping the vibrator in and out of her, and by the time the orgasm was over, she could feel another one well on its way. She felt her hips gather strength she didn't know she had left and begin rocking back and forth, enhancing every stroke. "No!" she had managed to yell, even as her body had said in no uncertain terms "yes".
The burst of strength didn't last long, though, and after one orgasm she found she had nothing left to give, relaxing her arms and legs and hoping that the robots would realize their mission was done and stop. But they didn't, they just kept on fucking her, like... well, like robots. The orgasms grew more frequent, and each one was nearly painful now, while the rhythmic sucking on her nipples and clit were definitely as much pain as pleasure now. It seemed like she had stayed in that state for an eternity, until finally blessed unconsciousness had delivered her from that hell.
Suddenly she looked up, eyes searching every corner of the room. The things hadn't seemed like they minded fucking her even after she'd stopped responding, surely just going unconscious wouldn't do it? Somebody else had saved her. Then she saw the note. Someone had been watching her. Watching her fight their robots, watching her slowly stripped of her clothing. Watched as her own soaking wet panties were cut off and stuffed in her mouth simply to humiliate her. Watched as she'd been raped into unconsciousness.
So that's what this was about. Someone got their jollies watching her fight to not be raped, and laughed when she failed. And she had no choice but to keep playing their sick game.
As she sat waiting until she felt that she could stand up without falling back down, she took stock of her situation. She was naked now, even the ruins of her clothing missing. Whoever had taken it had been so kind as to leave her covered in the oil that had leaked from the spider.
When she finally got to her feet, Jamie briefly searched the stairwell on her way up, hoping to find her lost flashlight, but not really expecting to.
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