It started nice.
Wanda was leaning back, the chair now reclined fully flat. Her armrests had flattened too, her arms bound at her sides, her legs straightened with her legrests, her body flat. There she lay, caught up in the ecstatic feelings of the four robot limbs working her arms and legs, their soft, round digits stroking and soothing, finding every cramp and knot and releasing tension and ecstasy up her shivering body.
They were far too good at this, everything else so quickly forgotten, so much unnoticed, even as her legrests moved, angling her legs further apart so the robot arms could massage the inside of her calves, working higher, massaging her thighs. Awareness returned sharply, her breath hissed through her teeth as one digit grip found a particularly painful knot in her thigh. She looked down, but already the limb had recoiled back, as if it had felt the pain too. As she watched it slowly started to move back in, hovering over the knot, opening its two round digits wide, so wide they reached back over the arm. The bases of the two digits were each a round ball joint, the two centred by a third ball, slightly larger, made of the same soft white material as the digits and now the leading point of the limb pressing into her leg. She winced expectantly as she felt it touch the knot.
Wanda gasped as vibrations flooded into her. The ball was vibrating, strongly, the sensation tingling over her skin and blasting straight into the knot, melting it into radiant joy. She groaned deeply, feeling the thrumming sphere press in deeper, circling round, her mouth hanging open as she felt the pleasure flowing up her leg. Then the digits were working the knot and she moaned happily, both arms resuming their work on her thighs, the pleasure flowing up and into her tensing groin.
She felt how close they were now, a few inches from coming together between her legs, where her former need rushed into her consciousness again. Her breath quickened as the working digits reached the very top of her thighs, her breath catching as she felt them reach between - then she felt them dragging something up and over her skin.
She looked down again, saw the two arms buckling over the tops of her legs, then coming back to connect another strap over her hips.
"Seriously?" her voice high with disbelief - was everything here fucking with her? But her frustration was forgotten as the other arms reached her shoulders, finding two knots and pressing their vibrating spheres into them and a drawn out groan of joy from her.
"Ooooh-hoo-hoo, right there, oh fuck that's good."
Her eyes were half closed, satisfied joy filling her. Dimly, she registered a loud, sharp sound, like someone snapping their fingers on the other side of the door. The arms stopped.
"Whaa-?" she groggily asked, "What are you AAA!" she cried as an arm grabbed onto her cock. She had no chance to get over her shock as the soft, circular grip started to stroke steadily up and down.
"Aaaah! Aaaah!" she moaned, her grogginess instantly gone, replaced with total awareness of the snug circle of pleasure sliding up and down her lubed cock, its pace perfectly steady, instantly making her want to cum.
"Aah! Aah! AAHA!" its thrust extended, sliding over the crown of her head, the rush of pleasure sharpening as it slid over at the end of each stroke. She could feel sharp pleasure building there, joining the relentless pace to both fill her with a sense of immanency. Already she could feel the pressure building in her abdomen, as strong as before and getting stronger, closer, the grip steadily pumping.
"Aah! Aah! Mmmmhhh!" she smiled through a long groan, her whole body rocking with the rhythm of building pleasure. She could cum to this! She would cum to this! And right now there was no-one else here, no-one to stop her, nothing to stop her from -
"Gaah! Wha-?" she looked down at a sudden tightness around her base. A second arm now held her cock, its circular grip very firmly clamped around the base of her cock. The first grip kept pumping, its pace just as constant, just as good - but now the second grip was clamped between that pleasure and the pressure inside her, the sense of immanency gone!
"Wha, wha - HAA AAA!" two more grips touched her nipples, the arms moving to keep their gentle touch in place as her chest recoiled from the feeling. Her nipples were so hard, so sensitive that the slightest touch was almost painful, almost, the pleasure so sharp it made it hard to breathe.
The new arms kept their hold on her nipples, starting to rotate, their silky skin sliding around and around hers and making her groan at the pressure welling in her cock. She was getting close again, in spite of the grip round her base. She could feel the pressure hammering against it, each stroke drawing the pressure forth stronger, stronger, any moment and she'd - everything stopped.
"HA, ha... whatAA-GOD!" her eyes flew wide as the grip round her base released. She gripped onto her armrests, her cock tensing madly, feeling the released pressure, rushing right up to her cock, so close - but not close enough. She tried to swear out loud, but her voice came out as a high pitched shiver as the first grip slid down her cock, pulling firmly, her skin sliding all the way back from her head. The second grip reclamped her base, holding her foreskin firmly back. Then the first grip started to pump again.
Everything felt tighter, clearer, the lube and softness of the grip the only thing making this just bearable. Then the stroke extended past her exposed head and her voice burst out of her.
"GUH! HUH!" she groaned as it stroked over her head at the end of each stroke, over and over, so much more intense than before! Instantly she felt her orgasm rushing forth, moments from overpowering the grip round her base. Then she threw her head back into the headrest as the end of her cock erupted in pleasure.
She thought she was cumming, that's all that would explain this spasming intensity gripping her head. But when it kept going, and going, and going she looked down wide eyed, wondering how long she'd cum for, and saw she wasn't cumming at all. A third arm had aligned itself to the end of her cock, its vibrating sphere pressed into the tip of her head, its vibrations blasting into her. She could feel them rushing down her cock, vibrating into and all throughout the pressure inside her, leaving her suddenly so aware of it, realizing that if this wasn't her cumming then how intense would it be when she - the vibrations stopped, just as the first grip starting pumping her again.
"GAAH! GAHAA!" she cried, feeling the pressure building again - building AGAIN? But she'd just been on the edge, so why was - the stroking stopped as the sphere vibrated into her head again, her cry sharpening as its digits pressed around under her crown, sphere and touches rotating round and round her head. And as she fought for breath that kept crying out of her, again she felt the build, like it had started all over again, every time - it let go of her head as the first grip stroked her again, sliding all the way from her base to over her crown, every steady stroke pulling the pressure closer. But every time the two arms switched, the build started again, every change in sensation pushing her body back from the edge, leaving her constantly building up to it, constantly pushed back. But not far enough.
The arms were switching faster now, stroking switching to vibrations to stroking, only a few shortening seconds for each as they tried to keep pushing back her orgasm. But it was building too fast to be pushed back now, Wanda crying up at the ceiling, screaming with joy at finally being able to - everything stopped completely.
"AAAH-FUCK-EVERYTHING!" her cock and hips tensed madly on the edge of the biggest orgasm she'd ever been not allowed to have! She looked down, fury in her eyes, and saw the fourth arm waiting between her legs, holding what was very, very clearly, a long, thin dildo.
"What - are you - ?"
It lowered between her legs.
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