"N-no," Wanda lied, not with confidence, but with a shyness that was actually very real. She let it show, her eyes downcast, voice heightened with uncertainty as she asked, "Not yet? Maybe if you did it a little... harder?"
She risked a look down, only half looking at L2, the view blurred by the clear table. She couldn't make out her expression, waited instead for her to speak, thrilled and terrified at what she'd say. Would she take the bait, be angry she was still lying, even overtly? Make fun of her for it? Wanda cringed at the thought, then froze at the sight of movement - L2's glowing eyes blinking off for one moment, then back on.
Wanda jumped as the table moved, its two curved halves splitting apart again, revealing L2's face between her legs. She was smiling broadly.
But that wasn't the only thing Wanda could now see clearly between her legs. Her hands were still free, as they had been since lunch, the silver cords connecting her wrist-straps to her armrests still loose and unlocked. (Forgotten?) And right now there was nothing stopping her reaching down now and touching herself, grabbing herself, pumping herself madly to the orgasm she so desperately needed to have! But she didn't - not for embarrassment nor pride, though the thought of doing that with L2 right there between her legs did fill her with shyness, as well as a little excitement. But no, the real reason why Wanda didn't right then and there masturbate herself to the biggest orgasm of her life - was because, more than that, she wanted L2 to do it.
"Is that so?" L2 beamed, as she reached one lubed hand, Wanda stared at the hand with held breath, watched as the fingers wrapped around her shaft, saw and felt her grip firmer than before, making Wanda's breath shake out of her as her body shivered. But she didn't look away - at least not until L2's moved her hand.
"Gaaah!" Wanda cried up at the ceiling, her whole body shuddering with the feeling of L2's hand around her, so clear and so good as it slid all the way up, then back down, and up, and down.
"Is this good then?" L2 asked, slowly and steadily sliding her slick hand up and down Wanda's shaft, making Wanda's whole body shake up and down as her hips moved with the touch.
"A little?" Wanda gasped, "a, a little good, yes, god!" Her voice was punctuated by her heavy breaths, her whole body tense, rocking into the slow rhythm, her hands spasming against her armrests. "Maybe, maybe if you, if you, touched a little, lower, as well?"
"Oh, like this?" L2's other hand cupped Wanda's balls.
Wanda's grabbed her armrests. "Fuck!" the word shivered out of her. Instantly everything was so much more intense, L2's hand holding and pressing her balls up towards her body, just like she did when she masturbated, the feeling of familiar rightness signalling to her body that it was time to cum.
"And how about-" the sentence finished when L2 kissed Wanda's head.
"GAHH!" her whole body flung itself straight, thrusting her deep inside Wanda's mouth. "AAH! AAH!" Wanda gasped, tensing there, shuddering inside the wet warmth that wrapped around her head, felt more clearly than anything she'd ever even imagined!
She wanted to apologize, to beg for more, to say something, but couldn't get a coherent word out between desperate shuddering breaths.
L2 mumbled a laugh, the vibrations making Wanda cry out again, before she flung her head back against the chair as L2 sucked her in deeper. Wanda's whole body lifted right up off the chair, arching into the feeling as L2 slid her mouth up and down over her head, the crown of her head singing with mounting pleasure every time it slid into and out of L2's lips again and again and again. Then she sucked again and Wanda saw stars, watched them explode as L2 started pumping her hand again, moving in opposition to her pumping mouth and in time to the rhythmic pressing of her other hand, all together, all steadily building.
"God, god, god!" was all Wanda could manage, the words strangled out of her as she stared unseeing at the back corner of the roof, her body thrusting up into each pump faster and faster, her hips riding the pressure building inside her, no sooner started than feeling like it would burst at any instant, any moment, almost, almost....
L2 stopped and Wanda whimpered, gasping, "No please, no please, keep going, keep -" Her hips were still thrusting limply, sliding herself just into and out of L2's mouth and hand, the movement shallow and sudden, faster, closer!
In the open doorway someone cleared their throat. Instantly L2 let go, and obediently stood.
"NO, NO!" Wanda cried, her body flinging forward again, leaving her staring down at her glistening cock, tensing on the edge. She reached out with her freed hands.
The figure in the doorway raised one hand, and snapped her fingers. Wanda's hands stopped, frozen an inch from her tensing cock, fingers still reaching. The cords between her wrists and armrests had gone taut. Then all at once they tightened, reeling her reaching arms back to her armrests with a steady, mechanically strong pull, ending only when her forearms were pulled back onto her armrests, the cords locking them there with an audible click.
"No, no no no no!" Wanda begged, pulling against her restraints, rocking back and forth, stopping only to stared up at L2 with betrayal and heartbreak, demanding with a shaking voice, "Why?!"
L2 looked back down at her, sadness filling her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Then she straightened, turning towards the figure in the doorway. When L2 spoke again it was with her usual cheery politeness. "The subject is responding very well to direct stimulation - no pain nor injury detected, and full arousal achieved. Suggest moving on to stage 2?"
The figure in the doorway remained motionless a long moment. Then nodded.
L2 looked back to Wanda, the former sadness gone, replaced with her usual polite smile. Her glowing eyes blinked out for a moment.
Movement surrounded them, the white robotic arms from before reaching down from the ceiling, sliding in from the shadows, orbiting round into Wanda's field of view on both sides. Wanda had only ever seen two of the arms at once, helping L2. Now there were six - six on each side. Their white lengths glistened in the low light, their heavy black joints whirring with mechanical strength as they adjusted their positions, their twelve, white, soft, circular grips all held half open, all pointed at Wanda. They waited for the order.
"Wait, what, what is - ?" she began to ask, but stopped as she felt L2 take her hand. She looked back up into L2's tender eyes, felt L2 squeeze her hand... then let go, pulling her hand free as she turned and walked out the room, the figure in the doorway stepping back to let her pass, and the door closing on both of them. Then Wanda was left alone, with the twelve mechanical arms, some reaching back for bottles of lubricant, some opening the drawers behind her to sound of plastic and rubber and more. The first four reached inwards.
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