"That went well," L0 announced.
L2 did not respond. She was staring fixedly at the closed door with Wanda on the other side.
"I said -" L0 began, never finishing the sentence.
L2 turned, snarling, "Why is Wanda still in there?!"
L0 raised an eyebrow. "The test-subject is still undergoing the experiment. The one she willingly signed up for, the one she will be paid handsomely f-"
"The experiment," L2 grimaced on the word, "is over!"
"Is it?" L0 asked, a strange delight in her voice. "How so, please do explain?"
"Be-because" L2 began, her voice suddenly small and lost, "- because she, because she said...."
"I love you!" Wanda's voice said.
L2 looked up wide eyed. L0 was wearing a self-satisfied smile. "That is what she said, at precisely 1:37:02 pm..." L0's voice became a perfect facsimile of Wanda's again, L0's face even holding the same look of adoring, total joy, as she repeated, "I love you!"
L2 clenched her fists. "Stop it."
"Stop what, exactly?"
"Stop this! All of this!" L2 threw her hand up to gesture at the closed door, Wanda still locked inside. L2's voice was almost frantic as she continued. "You said it yourself, the experiment is over!"
"Because she said -"
"Yes!" L2 cut her off. She swallowed, fighting to keep her voice steady. "You wanted to prove that, given the right... motivation, that a human could, could..." she swallowed, then forced herself to continue, "that she could fall in love with me - with a synth! Well you've done that - you've tricked her into falling in love with me! Congratulations!"
"Oh, thank you," L0 smiled, apparently oblivious to L2's furious sarcasm. With expansive gratitude she continued, "But I can't take all the credit - you were the one who really did it."
L2 looked utterly wretched. The feeling flushed into grim determination, "So you admit it then. The experiment is over."
L0 was still smirking, "An experiment is over, yes."
L2 was about to speak when another voice cut her off. Wanda's voice, muffled by the closed door but still loud enough to be heard through it.
"NGHAAAAAAAAAA!"
L0 looked down at her clipboard, the corner blinking with a white light. "Already?! Oh my," she tapped a control with a loud beep.
"Ngha, nghAA, NAAAA!" Wanda's voice quickly rose again through the door, her moans of equal desperation and pleasure growing steadier and deeper with every parsing moment. L0 looked up again.
"As I was saying -"
"Why are you doing this to her!"
"Because we're not finished with her yet," L0 politely explained. "She signed up for an 8 hour experiment, and thanks to you jumping the gun, and making her orgasm two hours ahead of schedule, we now have an extra two hours to test the true potential of the ERO2 compound."
"NGhaaa, haaaa, haaa!" Wanda's voice sounded through the door, getting louder, faster, pausing, then "-HAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAA-AAAA!"
L0 smiled at her clipboard, the corner blinking white again. "My, my. Even bigger than before." She tapped the control again with another, slightly higher beep.
"NNGH! NNGH! NNGGHHH!" Wanda's clenched voice sounding through the door, desperate and frantic, fighting itself as the sudden bursts of sound began to flow into steady moans again.
L2 stepped towards the door, saw L0 staring at her. Instead L2 channeled her impotent energy into words. "But you said we weren't really testing the ERO2 compound! That it was all a lie for the real experiment!"
"I lied twice!" L0 announced with happy ease. She pouted, "Oh come now, don't look so mortified. It was only a little lie. The ERO2 tests weren't as important as the real experiment."
"To make her fall in love with me?"
"... Of course. But now that's achieved, we can still get so much valuable data from her." L0 said as she tapped a new control on her clipboard.
Instantly Wanda's voice exploded through the door, like she'd been holding her breath until it was pushed out of her all at once. "GHAAA, AAA, AA - NNAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAA-AAAA! Nngh, nngh -"
L0 tapped the clipboard, the higher pitched beep lost behind Wanda's voice already straining out desperate moans, already flowing into steady pleasure again. L0 pressed another new control.
"OH GOD!" Wanda screamed, "GOD GOD GD - GHAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA!!"
L0 tapped the clipboard again, the high pitched beep almost as high as Wanda's shivering voice.
A shadow loomed over L0. She looked up, seeing L2 standing right before her, a look of fierce determination in her face.
Very, very slowly, L0 raised her eyebrow. "Yes, L2? Is there something you want?"
L2's determination faltered. She took a step back. Then another. Then without a word she turned and walked down the corridor, flinching at the sound of Wanda's voice exploding through the door again, longer and louder than ever before. Shakily, L2 kept walking.
"Hmmm..." L0 mused, looking disappointed. She tapped the clipboard and a shrill beep again, and turned to head the other way. While through the doorway, Wanda desperately tried to stop herself cumming for the fifth time in a row!
Next
"GAA-HAA-HAA!" Wanda screamed, unable to stop herself. Her whole body arched forward, hips rocking higher into every moment of mounting bliss. She could feel it singing in her cock, buried in L2's thrusting breasts and mouth, the intense pleasure filled with a building sense of immanency.
But would it really happen? Even now, feeling the pressure in her abdomen pushing right up against the base of her cock, feeling the line between it and her sucked head glowing with mounting pleasure, her body moments from an unstoppable orgasm, she still expected something to go wrong, some last thing to stop L2 and leave Wanda unbearably on the edge all over again.
No, she smiled through her groaning breaths and tightly shut eyes, no L2 wouldn't let that happen. Shakily Wanda reached out both hands without looking, reaching between her legs, her fingertips skittering over L2's moving hair, then grabbing on for dear life as L2 thrust her tongue down Wanda's underside and made Wanda see stars.
"OH GOD, OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!" There was no way to stop it now - buried in the intense smoothness of L2's breasts, her cock singing in blistering pleasure, something deep inside had opened. The pressure inside was now inside her cock, filling her completely, bursting to get out. But Wanda was tensing so hard it couldn't escape! She was orgasming, but she wasn't cumming! And so instead the orgasm kept going, the pleasure building and building in her cock, doubling every moment it kept not ending! Wanda couldn't breathe, her mouth open and whole body shaking, every muscle clenched. Her hips were thrust right up into L2's thrusting breasts and mouth, as if straining to thrust her pressure filled cock into the orgasm she so wanted, everything frozen as the pleasure built and built and built. Then L2 pressed the dildo up into her prostate and Wanda exploded.
"GAAAAAAA-AAAAA-AAAA!" her whole body spasmed into the first torrent of bliss. Her cock squeezed the white hot pleasure out, instantly refilling and thrusting it out again, and again. Every perfectly timed thrust of the dildo sent that bliss of each spurt shooting through her entire body, every sudden suck of L2's mouth opening onto another spurt of unbearable joy. It went on and on, Wanda's whole body shuddering into each new rush of joy, shaking against L2's breasts and thrusting again into another long spurt, and another, and another, never wanting it to end!
She had no idea when it stopped. She had no idea where she was, the world refusing to become clear, every sight focussed all at once and everything utterly unrecognised by her pleasure heavy brain. She could feel herself, feel her whole body singing with radiant joy, filing every nerve, warm and nice then shuddering cold as her cock tensed again. She groaned and shivered as her cock kept tensing, spurting out a last few drops into L2's tenderly sucking mouth, another thrust of the dildo making Wanda gasp tense harder and shiver in the aftershocks all the way up to her open, smiling mouth.
She giggled. She laughed, the sound mellowing into a deep groan of satisfaction as another tense was wrung out of her and into L2. Wanda moaned with playful disappointment as L2's lips closed into a final, parting kiss, giggled as she saw L2 swallow. Wanda stared with adoration as L2, the woman that had finally, finally made her cum.
"I love you," Wanda heard herself say.
L2 froze.
"Wh- is everything okay?" Wanda asked, a crack in her perfect joy as she saw L2's face, her beautiful blue eyes, fill with sudden sadness.
L2 silently rose to her feet.
Wanda's smile vanished. "What's wrong? What, what did I -"
L2 flinched as the door opened behind her. Wanda could see a figure in the doorway, outlined by the lit hall behind, visible only as a black silhouette with glowing pink eyes.
"Progress report?" L0 asked, raising her clipboard.
L2 didn't turn around. She was still looking at Wanda, that same sadness in her eyes. But not in her face, and not in her voice as she flatly answered: "Stage 2 complete, the subject -" she swallowed, then continued flatly - "the subject is prepped and ready for stage 3."
"Very good," L0 announced, checking off her clipboard. She then raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
Wanda gasped as she was moved, her arms and legs lifting up off the chair, yet still with the chair, what the - the arm and leg rests had detached from the chair's seat, the restraints securing her wrists and ankles to the soft surfaces as they lifted her aloft in four strong, robotic arms, angling her forward. Her voice shivered out of her as she felt the dildo slip out of her body, gasping as she felt it leave a sudden emptiness inside her, her breath quickening as she was brought face to face with L2. The synth's face was completely impassive.
Hesitating only a moment, L2 stepped back, revealing the twelve robotic arms that had been waiting behind her. One held the dildo, still slick and lubed. Two more were lubing up a much thicker dildo, its pink girth bulging into many broad, concentric beads of soft material, the smallest one at the tip still thicker than the last dildo's base. But the imposing dildo wasn't wasn't what Wanda was staring at wide eyed.
What she was staring at, was the four arms lifting a heavy shape up out of the ground. It was less than a foot wide and several feet long, rounded on top and flat on the sides which telescoped down to the floor. The nearest, narrowest side was bare, save for a single dark tube, like a barrel, rising up to aim at Wanda.
The barrel came to rest with a shuddering clunk, the device locking into place aimed directly at Wanda's waist. The four nimble arms recoiled as the device began to emit a low whirring sound, building in intensity.
"What, what's going on?" Wanda's voice squeaked as she asked, unable to take her eyes off the device aimed at her. Parts of it were moving. Near the back three pairs of clear cylinders extended out of each side, their interiors bubbling slightly. Near the front a large cylinder, slightly wider than the device itself, rotated slowly, revolving something solid up into the barrel. Halfway between a broad silver circle began rotating, its notched shape turning a few points back, then spinning forwards, moving what was in the barrel forwards towards to fill the open end. It was pink.
Wanda looked harder - the cylinder filling the broad barrel was lurid pink, shining, rubbery, its surface glistening translucent as the last few inches of it slid out of the end of the barrel towards her. Then the last foot of the barrel hissed and split, the two sides collapsing back into the device to reveal a foot of glistening pink now held at its end, a clear, slightly rippling line running down its very center. The clear cylinders towards the back moved, two of them shaking and bubbling as the viscous liquid inside drained slightly a few millimetres, the pink cylinder shaking as the lube was forced down the tight line of its hollow center to leak out the slightly dimpled end.
It was an onahole. The big, scary device was aiming a sex toy at her!
"Are you fucking - hey wait-a-minute!" The robotic limbs supporting her began to move, pushing her forwards towards the machine. Her feet found the floor, flinching slightly at the unfamiliar feeling of standing again. The device was between her legs. Then her feet were pressed firmly down, the rests on her calves angling them forwards, those on her arms holding them at her sides and pulling her body down. Her knees were forced to bend, her body lowered down to straddle the device, her breath catching as she felt her balls touch down on the smooth outer surface of the onahole, her cock touching half a second later. It was warm! And smooth, just as smooth as L2's breasts. Fuck she was still rock hard, still - "GAAAHAAA!" she cried as the surface moved under her.
The onahole slid back, retracting fully into the collapsed barrel and out of sight, leaving an empty trough where it had just been, the empty space now directly below Wanda's tensing groin. The limbs pushed her down again.
"Wait, wait -" she protested as she pushed back, her legs and back straining with effort. It was like trying to push against a brick wall, less a question of strength than of solid physics. Still pushing and insisting with equal futility, she was forced steadily down, gasping as she felt her balls touch the smooth bottom of the trough, waiting with held breath for her cock to touch as well. But it didn't, her cock left an inch above the trough, aimed directly at the center of the waiting onahole. With a click she felt the robotic limbs lock in place.
She tried to move, to wiggle her hips back, realizing that her hips were still strapped in! A small section of the chair's seat had come with her, just enough to contain the three straps around the tops of her legs and across her waist, securing her to the seat now snugly pressed against her rear. With a final click she felt it lock in place too, strapping her to the device she straddled, her cock aimed right into it.
"Excellent," L0 announced with satisfied glee, "comfortable dear? of course you are," she checked another box off her clipboard. The stranger's voice sounded like L2, Wanda thought, the same tone and similar mannerisms, but with none of the tender warmth Wanda had come to hear in her L2's beautiful voice.
Wanda looked up, seeing the stranger's silhouette in the doorway, eyes glowing pink. And next to her stood the silhouette of L2, blue eyes glowing as unnaturally.
L0's pink eyes stayed fixed on Wanda, mentally checking her body was optimally positioned into the most powerful sex machine in the whole facility. "Time remaining for stage 3, L2?"
L2's eyes blinked briefly, "Two hours eighteen minutes."
"Excellent," then to Wanda, "we've got high hopes for you. With that much time, hopefully you'll be able to reach triple digits!"
Wanda wasn't listening. She was staring at L2's eyes, those beautiful, impassive eyes. She barely registered the sound of L0 snapping her fingers.
She heard and felt the machine whirr back to life between her legs, a whining sound resonating within it, building quickly. She saw the silver circle on the side move back a few paces, then spin forward, seeing the pink of the onahole as it started extending out of the device straight towards her waiting cock.
The last thing she saw before it touched her, was L2's blue eyes, looking down.
The door closed.
Wanda cried out with surprise, her legs shivering as L2's impossibly smooth skin slid up her hips and around her cock. She gasped as the shaft of her cock slid into silky warmth. She stayed there, enveloped, trying not to move and failing as each breath, each twitch of her cock caused a rush of intense feeling around her cock before settling her back into the enveloping warmth.
L2 was breathing too - at least her chest began to move, Wanda biting her lips and holding onto the armrests as L2's breaths moved her up and down Wanda's shaft, her delicious weight lifting and falling around her with each heavy breath. Dimly Wanda wondered if synth's needed to breathe, the thought lost as she looked down, seeing L2's lips parted, her eyes staring up at her with absolute want. L2 moved again.
Wanda's back arched as L2 lifted her chest, the weight of her breasts lifting from her hips and travelling up her length. The feeling was so clear against her head that her hips rose up into it, at once trying to lessen the unbearable feeling and hold onto it as long as possible.
The moment L2's skin left hers, Wanda fell straight back to the chair with a heavy groan. The end of her cock still sung with feeling, filling her cock with every involuntary twitch, each a little more bearable than the last.
FUCK! She didn't know if she'd thought it or said it, didn't care. Fuck. The only possible way that could have been better was if-
"May I," L2 asked. She was holding the pink anal dildo, its spiralled surface glistening slick in her hand as her other hand held her breasts together.
A strange high pitched sound escaped Wanda, halfway between a whimper and a groan.
Instantly L2 pulled the dildo back, "I'm sorry, I didn't, I shouldn't -"
"Please!" the word coming out deep and forceful. "Please," she said again.
Hesitantly, L2 smiled. "Are you sure?"
"Hmm-hmm!" Wanda nodded emphatically. Suddenly concerned she wasn't being clear enough, she blurted, "I want you inside me."
Instantly L2 face changed, the hesitancy overpowered by that intense want. Her breath shaking, her voice barely a whisper, she asked again, "Y-you're sure?"
"Please, please fuck me."
A strange groan shuddered out of L2. She leaned forward, slowly, as if it was taking a great effort not to lunge. With reverential care she wrapped one hand around Wanda's slick cock, sliding her fingers up and down. Wanda cooed, the sound becoming a gasp as she L2 kissed her shaft, sucking the skin, kissing lower, onto her taut balls. Her tongue was hot as it touched Wanda, lips and tongue playing with her sensitive skin, sending sparks up her shaft as her hand continue to stroke. And in the sparks she felt that feeling, the feeling she got when she held her balls as she came, the shadow of the feeling of Wanda's fingers pushing up inside her. Then she felt the tip of the dildo press into her again.
"God yes!" she gasped, pushing her hips into it, gasping as she felt herself open to it. L2 started thrusting slowly, exploratively, Wanda impatiently pushing into each thrust, feeling the spiralled ridge circling her entrance as she made the dildo slide deeper into her, deeper, de-
"GAAH!" she gasped, her hands grasping the armrests, toes curling into the feeling of the dildo reaching that point inside her that made her whole body sing and shake. She gasped again as she felt L2's breasts slide up the inside of her thighs, brush intensely over her balls and wrap around her cock. The feeling was more than she could take before, and now it was so much more for the dildo pressing into her prostate, the impossible smoothness felt tingling her entire body all at once. She was shaking, as much from the feeling of the dildo pressing into her as from the redoubled sensitivity of her cock within L2's breasts, all so good, too good, too much for her to take! Then L2's lips enveloped her head.
"GHAAAHAAA! HAAA!" She cried out, her back fully arched, cock tensing against L2's tongue, shaft buried in her breasts, all so impossibly clear for the dildo pressed right up into her prostate. Then L2 started to move, sliding her breasts up Wanda's shaft, lips leaving her tensing head, then opening onto her again as her breasts fell to her base and she pressed the dildo in harder.
"GHNAA! NHAA! NAA! ST-STOP!"
Instantly L2 stopped, her whole body freezing in place. Her head alone moved as, very slowly, very gently, her lips left Wanda's cock.
L2's voice was small as she asked: "Did, did I do something wrong?"
"HHA, HAA!" Wanda half breathed, half laughed, becoming serious quickly as she saw the pleading look in L2's eyes. She swallowed, desperate to tell her, desperate to not, to just stay silent and let it happen! God she wanted it to happen! But how could she lie to those pleading eyes.
All at once Wanda blurted, "I'm-going-to-cum!" she swallowed, tried to say it clearly, "I'm - it's, you're too good! Your breasts, your lips, you inside me," again that look of intense want in L2's face, the dildo moving slightly deeper, making Wanda catch her breath and feel the pressure almost bursting out of her buried cock. Her eyes were shut as she forced herself to say, "I - I don't want you to get in trouble! But I can't stop myself cumming from this!"
Hesitantly, she opened her eyes. L2 was staring up at her with the most intense focus Wanda had ever seen. L2 took a deep, shaking breath.
"Good," she stated, before she swallowed Wanda's cock again, breasts and dildo moving in unison as Wanda's body arched into the onrushing orgasm.
Wanda's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth gritted against a moan of pleasure. L2's fingers pressed into her again and Wanda's hands clenched - it was so good! Too good! Fireworks were going off in the darkness behind her eyes.
Her hips spasmed, thrusting her cock incrementally deeper into L2's kiss. The synth pulled back, laughing softly. "You'd like more of this, then?"
Wanda just whimpered, her hands grabbing at the arm rests.
L2 moved around under Wanda's raised leg, coming between them and instantly lowering to kiss Wanda again. Her lips soft and almost cool against Wanda's flushed, leaking cock. Their touch was almost unbearably smooth. Wanda wanted more - more friction, more tightness - more! As if reading her mind L2's tongue flicked over the tip of her head and Wanda moaned deeply, her voice almost breaking as L2 took her fully into her mouth.
It was so warm, wet and smooth, L2 sucking gently as her tongue traced patterns on the underside of Wanda's cock. Wanda's fingers spasmed in the air and she realised suddenly that the restraints on her wrists had loosened. She lifted her head, looking down at L2 through a pleasurable haze, and realised that there was just enough slack in the restraints for her to reach L2's head. Carefully, her muscles jumping with every suck and flick of tongue, she reached to stroke L2's hair.
The synth stopped at the contact, looking up as if in surprise, glowing eyes wide. Wanda bit her lip -
"I - I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -"
Closing her eyes briefly, L2 pushed her head against Wanda's hand. She looked up at her from under half closed lids, a quiet smile playing around her lips. Wanda stared, lost for words. Tentatively, she stroked her fingers over the sheen of L2's hair again. Still with that quiet smile, L2 dropped her head again to Wanda's cock - Wanda's hand jerked, and a soft chuckle reverberated through her cock as L2 laughed.
Then L2 crooked her fingers up inside her again and Wanda's hand clenched on L2's hair. She distantly thought of apologising but L2 moaned, sucking harder, and pushing her chest up against her, and at that point Wanda completely lost her mind.
"FAA!" She moaned, hips rocking hard even after L2's mouth left her cock. The synth's voice was husky as she asked, "You like this?" she pressed her chest between Wanda's legs harder.
"Mhmm!" Wanda moaned, groaned, her hips sliding up and down against the contact and against the fingers inside her.
"You like my breasts?"
"MHMM!"
"Good."
The contact ended as she leaned back, sliding her fingers smoothly out of Wanda's body.
Wanda could still feel her between her legs, taking a second to breathe before looking down, seeing L2 topless before her. Her dress hit the floor to one side, but Wanda barely noticed, captivated by the sight of L2. It wasn't just the sight of her bare chest, the white skin of her perfect breasts glistening smooth all the way around the lurid pink nipples and up in an unbroken sight to her beautiful face, lips parted. But it was the look in L2's eyes that truly took Wanda's breath away - those glowing blue eyes staring openly at Wanda, filled with equal desire, need, and shyness. Wanda almost exploded at the sight.
"I... I..." she couldn't think what to say, too many emotions tripping over each other to escape her. "You're so beautiful!"
L2's face lit up as she smiled, her entire being radiating with an joy so honest and full Wanda felt it too. Oh how she felt it, as L2 leaned forward, the swell of her breasts enveloping Wanda's cock.
It was too much! The sensation of the ring stroking her cock as she gasped into L2's kiss - it was so much more than she could take, the pressure in her abdomen instantly about to explode!
"Mmmmhhhmm!" she moaned into L2's mouth, feeling her hips bucking into the pleasure, sharply, getting faster, faster. L2 pulled back, and the stroking stopped instantly.
"Naaahaa!" Wanda groaned, "these fucking machines!"
"That's a little insensitive," L2 said, her voice teasing, her gaze level.
"I - I'm sorry, I just," Wanda was panting, as much from sheer overwhelming frustration as anything else, "I just want to cu-um, and these - and they won't let me!"
"Actually," L2 reached in to kiss the side of Wanda's neck, Wandaw arching into the touch as L2 gently kissed and sucked lower, "that one was me."
"Wh-ha-at?" Wanda shivered with the touch of those lips, gasping as they sucked the side of her neck, groaning with disappointment as they left then gasping sharply as she felt them on her chest, kissing down towards her breast.
L2 repeated, "I stopped them that time."
"Wh-why would you AAH!" she cried as L2's lips found her nipple, touching their wet warmth to the taut skin, sucking a shuddering cry out of Wanda. "AAAH-HA-ha-wh-why would, why would-?"
"Because you've waited so long," L2 said against Wanda's breast. Her fingers touched Wanda's thigh, making her flinch, shivering as the touch dragged higher. L2's voice was deep and full, "It would be such a waste if you came from just this." Her fingers wrapped around Wanda's cock, drawing a heavy moan out of her and making her tense into the grip. L2 let go, fingertips trailing down Wanda's balls, lower, L2's voice lower still as she continued, "Instead, you could come from this!" Her touch reached Wanda's rear. Instantly her whole body tensed, with the feeling, with nervous excitement, with so much it made her cry out. Then L2 was at her side, kissing her so passionately it took away what little breath she had.
As they kissed L2's touch moved ever so gently, circling the lubed skin around Wanda's opening, creating a rush of intense sensations. Her cock tensed in the robot arm's grip, feeling somehow harder the more L2's touch moved and the more she kissed her.
After a minute L2 pulled back, her breath hot on Wanda's wet lips. Wanda's eyes were closed, still enjoying the feeling of L2 touching her, so nicely, so patiently. She heard L2 ask: "May I?"
"Please," she whispered instantly. L2's finger pushed.
"GNAAAH!" Wanda cried, feeling the touch reach inside of her - just inside, just one fingertip felt just entering her body, then sliding back, entering again, her body willingly yielding to the questing touch. L2 pushed a little deeper, fingertip becoming the end of a finger, the pleasure entering Wanda more. The touch still slid back and forth, but now stayed fully within her, playing just inside her body. The touch started to move in circles, the same circles that had made her shiver as they touched her outside, the feeling now inside her body. The circles got slowly wider, slowly stronger, Wanda hardening more and more.
"Please," she whispered.
"Please what?" L2 asked, still staring fixedly at Wanda, watching for any sign of pain, seeing only absolute need.
"I, I don't know, just, more, please!"
"Of course," the finger pulled back, and pushed in again as two fingers. Wanda cried out, her body not pulling away but sinking into it, wanting more. She felt the two fingers inside her, sliding in and out, felt so clearly, even clearer when they started their own wider circles, gently stretching her, getting her ready. She knew that's what L2 was doing, and the thought excited her even more.
"Please, more please!"
"Of course," L2's lips wrapped around her nipple and sucked, the sudden explosion of feeling coinciding with both fingers sliding deep inside of her.
"Oh, GOD!" was all she could manage as she felt L2 slide into her over and over, the feeling deepening and deepening with every single thrust. She pushed into it, her body bearing down to meet L2's fingers as they slid inside of her, deeper, deeper - "GHAAAHAAA!"
Wanda's whole body was arched, her eyes were wide open. It wasn't pain, she didn't know what it was! It was the feeling she got when she held her balls, but nothing like it, so much more direct and concentrated a hundred times over, felt inside her and all over her at once!
"That is your prostate," L2 explained, her tone heavy with want. "And when I push it like this -"
"GHAAA! HAAA!" Wanda's cock was so hard, tensing harder then it ever had before, every tense felt exploding throughout her whole body all the way up to her wide open eyes.
"So how about it," L2 asked through heavy breaths. "Do you think you'd rather cum with this -"
"GHAA!"
"And with this?" the ring around her cock started thrusting again, very gently, very slowly, the contact more blisteringly intense than Wanda could ever have imagined.
"Well?" L2 asked a panting Wanda.
"Mh-hm!" she moaned, nodding frantically.
"I thought so." L2 kissed Wanda's nipple again, sucking as her tongue played. Then she kissed lower, down her breast, down her stomach, down towards the steady strokes of her cock. L2's fingers stayed inside as she moved, motionless until near the very end, pressing once, making Wanda's hips thrust up and push L2's lips off her.
L2 giggled under her breath. "If you don't want me to?"
"Please, please!" Wanda instantly begged, looking down her body, seeing L2's face directly above her cock. The robotic arm slid all the way down, firmly pulling her taut, leaving her head tensing just below L2's smiling lips.
"Ready?"
Wanda's eyes were still wide. She nodded frantically.
"Good," L2 kissed her cock as her fingers pushed up firmly inside of her.
Wanda strained to see the dildo lowered between her legs, stretching her neck to trying to make out its details with a sudden urgency. It was pink, the lurid shade the only colour in this monochrome world but for her own glistening skin. It drooped slightly at the end, flexible then? The shape wasn't distinctly phallic, but relatively plain, the only detail being a single ridge that spiralled from the inch wide base all the way up the tapered length, stopping just before the narrow, rounded end. That end was the biggest clue, confirming her nervous suspicion - this was an anal dildo.
She'd never done anal stuff before, not really. Not too long ago she'd had a happy accident, trying to wipe up a falling a drop of lube, gasping as her finger felt the sensitivity of her opening, the lube shivering clear as her finger circled it over that spot. It was a feeling she now frequently enjoyed when she masturbated, something she'd quickly come to associate with her most exploratory sessions and her biggest orgasms, each filled with more thrill as to the day she built up the courage to go inside.
And now she was staring at a long anal dildo, aligned between her bound legs. The robot arm holding the dildo started to turn at the wrist, twisting the pink shape, making the spiralled ridge screw towards her. Why the hell - she was answered as another arm moved over it, holding the lube container, pouring a steady stream onto the turning pink length. A last arm clamping its circular grip around the dildo, stroked up and down, spreading the lube over the surface until it glistened as much as her tensing cock.
Just watching it stroke the dildo was making her frustrated again, feeling the grip still firmly clamped around the base of her own cock, still pulling her tightly back, increasing the aching strain, how untouched she felt, both felt all the stronger as she fruitlessly tensed in its grip. Then she saw the stroking grip let go of the dildo, its own white surface just as slick. The circular digits moved back, pulling away from the sphere between their bases, which turned and reached in between her legs, touching just under her balls.
"FAAA! FUCK!" She felt the vibrations start, fuck did she feel them! She felt it all throughout her body, the vibrations aimed directly into the pressure inside her abdomen and from there flowing out to instantly fill her entire body! She could feel her trapped orgasm so clearly, from her tensing toes to her gripping fingers, her breaths coming in short gasps as she struggled to comprehend. The vibrations stopped, her whole body heaving with her deep, shocked breaths.
"What the, what the -" she'd never felt anything like that before! And as she felt the sphere leave her she actually moaned sadly, looking down to see the arm reaching a digit in instead, felt it press into that same spot firmly.
"FA!" it wasn't as strong as before, but she could still feel it, her orgasm felt all throughout her, more so as the firm touch circled slowly. God if she came like thiis - the other digit touched her rear.
It was still wet with the lube it had stroked over the dildo, feeling far too much like her own lubed finger, so familiar, so right! And as it circled its wet touch over her sensitive opening she cried out with sudden need, the feeling so much more intense than it had ever been, yet familiar enough to fill her with memories of all her best orgasms, one after another after another, each one tensing her cock harder and harder. Then the vibrations resumed.
"FAHAA! FUCK! FUCK!" it wasn't as strong as before, the vibrating sphere only indirectly vibrating the bases of the digits, the feeling diluted greatly by the time it reached their ends pressed under her balls and against her opening. But it was enough. She felt it clearly in those two points, clearest of all in her rear, the vibrations blisteringly intense against her skin, seeming to flow through the intensity directly into her trapped orgasm and from there all the way to her wide eyes. God if she came like this?! If she came with it vibrating inside her?! Fuck, she, fuck! The vibrations stopped.
"Oh come ONN!" she whimpered, then yelped as her legs were moved. Her legrests bent at the knees, her calves moving upwards, her legs bent into the same position she was in when she was seated in the chair. Except now she wasn't sitting upright - she was lying horizontal, with her legs pushed up, spread apart, open and vulnerable. She looked down, saw the pink dildo between, rotating slowly.
"No, wait!"
The door opened. L2 rushed in, concern filling her face. Her glowing blue eyes blinked out a moment, and instantly the dildo went still and limp.
A long moment followed.
"Th-thankyou" Wanda's voice was small and high, breaking a little with the flood of relief and warmth she felt as she looked up at L2's beautiful face. Wanda's head fell back, but she still stared up at L2 as she slowly came forward, coming right up to beside Wanda's head, kneeling down until their faces were almost level.
"Are you okay?" L2 asked, the concern in her voice and face so much more real than Wanda had ever seen.
"Y-yes," she managed, "I, I was just -" she started to blush, suddenly embarrassment at how silly she'd been. She looked away.
L2's touch stopped her, gently turning her face back again. "It's okay," L2 soothed, stroking her cheek, "there's nothing to be worried about. I'm here."
"Okay," Wanda smiled, then thought, "but why are you here? Has it been an hour already?"
"Not even half."
"GAAAH!" Wanda groaned, not at any touch but at the total frustration filling her. "What the hell's WRONG with these things? They're all broken, they keep changing and stopping before I cum!"
"That's what they're meant to do."
"What! Why?!" Wanda turned back to L2 suddenly, shock and accusation contorting her face.
L2 looked down, "It's - it's part of the experiment. You're not allowed to cum until -"
"FUCK THAT!" Wanda swore up at the ceiling, "For how long?!"
"Until the 8 hour trail period is over."
"What, at fucking 4 o'clock?"
"Yes, in two hours forty three -"
"GAAAAH! FUCK EV-ER-Y-THING! How the fuck am I meant to -"
L2 turned her back, and kissed her. Wanda's sound of surprise was muffled as their lips met, wet warmth filling her. Before she even knew what was happening she was kissing back, frantically, her lips eagerly moving over L2's her tongue desperately finding hers, recoiling at the sudden rush of intensity, shivering as L2's tongue found hers.
Her voice gasped out of her as their lips parted. Dimly, she heard L2 ask: "Do you think you can try again?"
"Okay," she dreamily said, the memory of the kiss still holding her. She insistently leaned in again, finding L2's lips, exploring them more slowly, feeling their softness and slickness move over hers. Then her own lips flew open as the grip started stroking her cock again, and L2's lips overpowered hers.
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.
Out in the brightly lit, white hallway, L2 looked at herself. At least, she looked at the same physical model as herself, standing before her. The other figure wore a black suit and skirt, the only color coming in the vivid pink of the tie and the painted fingernails. One nail tapped against the back of the clipboard she held.
L0 looked up, her pink eyes focusing. "So that went well, yes?"
"You shouldn't have interrupted," L2's stance was firm, her jaw set. "I had everything under control."
"Did you now?" L0 sweetly asked. Her free hand tapped the front of the electronic clipboard, the display changing with a synthetic chime. "The chair sensors indicated she came dangerously close to orgasm."
"Those sensors are outdated, they always overestimate." L2's blue eyes glowed brighter, "my biosensors are thrice as accurate, and I say she was safely on the edge - where I would have kept her indefinitely if you hadn't interrupted!"
"Probably," L0 conceded, "but then she would have hated you for not letting her cum. And we can't have her hating you, no. That would ruin the whole experiment!
"No this way was better," L0 stated with cheerful confidence, "this way, she'll hate me - or this place, your superiors, whatever stopped you from making her cum. While you," L0 pointed a pink fingernail at L2, "will remain her friend, a hapless victim just like her, trying to do your job even though you don't really want to. Make sure you play all that up in your next session."
"Understood," L2 flatly stated, her stance still rigid.
"Oh come now, you're not still upset are you?" L0's pink eyes narrowed, "Or are you actually upset I stopped you from making her cum?"
"Of course not, don't be ridiculous! She's just another test subject, nothing more."
"Yees..." L0 kept her gaze narrowed on L2, one eyebrow raised.
L2 stayed rigid under her gaze. Then suddenly, "So how are the other experiments going?"
"Oh good," L0 looked down at the clipboard, tapping a series of places in a series of chimes.
Her pink eyes flicked over the scrolling data as she summarized the highlights, "L1's date went well, very well, kiss goodnight and second date organised. L3's tutoring sessions are heating up, lots of innuendo and meaningful glances." L0 sighed, summarizing more rapidly, "L4's dorm mate is starting to write thinly veiled fan fiction about the two of them, L5's subject has passed out again, and L6 is requesting more butter." L0 put the clipboard down, dejected.
"That all sounds good?" L2 slowly asked, one eyebrow raised, not sure what the problem was.
"Yes, technically good," L0 admitted, "but I'm still not confident any of them will bear fruit. There's just not enough pressure to form a meaningful emotional bond between synth and human." Then her pink eyes brightened, "Unlike your experiment L2... and L6's maybe - I should order that butter now before it's too late. So if there's no other questions?"
"One - why don't I get a clipboard?"
L0 laughed, "Oh this again - because you're not in charge, remember. I'm running the experiment, so I get the clipboard."
"I'm running an experiment."
"Yes but not the experiment. Speaking of which," L0 raised her free hand and snapped her fingers. From inside the room a cry of shocked pleasure sounded through the closed door, the sound repeating in regular, moaning cries.
"Do you think you're subject will last an hour?" L0 asked with clinical interest.
L2 didn't answer, staring at the closed door, listening to Wanda's voice on the other side.
"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.
L2's finger brushed over the head of Wanda's cock. She spasmed, shrieking in surprise as her hips jerked away. The touch hadn't hurt, or had it - it had just been so much and so brief she couldn't tell if it had been good or bad! But she could still feel the shock of it tensing her hips, making her cock bob embarrassingly up and down.
L2 glanced up at her, her expression distorted a little by the clear table top. Was she smirking?
"Well it appears that the increased sensitivity is well in effect. Was that pleasurable for you?"
Wanda hesitated, unsure of whether to lie. "NoOH!" she jerked, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut against the feeling of L2's touch on her shaft. A slick finger brushed the underside of her head, gone too soon as her cock jerked itself away.
"The harmonics of your voice suggest otherwise," L2 mused, "as does the sudden quickening of your heartrate, your breathing, and the dilation of your pupils." L2's glowing blue eyes stared up at Wanda through the clear table. "You wouldn't be trying to lie to me, would you dear?"
Wanda stared back, trying to hold the glowing gaze. "I, um... IEAH!" she squeaked as L2 wrapped a finger around her cock, finger and thumb forming a tight circle that Wanda's hips thrust into without her meaning to, leaving her gasping up at the ceiling even after L2 released her grip.
"I see," L2 smiled.
Wanda glared down at the arrogant synth, who smiled back, reaching out a finger. She lifted her hand to slide the fingertip up the underside of Wanda's shaking shaft, not even reaching halfway before Wanda flinched away again, her hard cock bobbing noticeably in the aftermath as she gasped and tensed. L2 smiled. She looked hungry.
"Really, now," she chided up at Wanda, "I'm starting to think you're not taking this seriously."
Suddenly one hand wrapped around the base of Wanda's cock. Wanda screamed, as much from shock as from the sudden unbearably clear contact encircling her shaft. The feeling of L2's warm, silky smooth skin sent shivers up her spine, moving slickly against her own shaking skin, making her whole body writhe and tense against it, increasing the feeling more and more until she could barely breathe.
L2 started to move her hand. She slowly slid her grip up Wanda's shaft, her whole body rising with it, her hips shaking as they lifted off the chair, both pushing into the feeling and trying to pull it back to something she could comprehend.
L2 slid her hand nearly all the way up, stopping just shy of Wanda's tensing head. Then she let go.
Wanda's fell back to the chair, her breath blasting out of her in a throaty groan as she finally breathed again, and again, each breath as vocal as the last.
After so long not being touched, so many hours being SO AWARE of how much she wasn't being touched, how hard she was, how exposed and open, how ready and wanting and utterly unsatisfied - after so much buildup, even the aftershocks of that one touch were utterly intoxicating as they spasmed throughout her body. Her whole body shivered at with the memory, equally needing it and fearing it and above all needing it to happen again!
In time she looked down, seeing L2 staring patiently up at her through the clear table.
"So, let me ask again, and I hope you will be honest with me for the sake of science. Was that pleasurable, dear?"
Wanda stared down at her, wide eyed, her mouth hung open on the verge of words that had froze inside her. What to do?
Her body was begging her to say yes, yes gods yes, to ask for more, beg this beautiful smiling synth for more, please more! But her pride was demanding she not give in, to make this arrogant, holier than thou synth work for every step, outlast her, not let her win! And all the while her mind spun frantically with plans, foremost being to keep up the charade, make it playful even, say that no, it wasn't pleasurable, not yet. And the last plan, her last hope of all, was to keep insisting it was an emergency, that she was truly in pain and needed to be released immediately! Oh release, sweet release deep behind those smiling lips! FOCUS!
Wanda shook her head, stared down at L2, and decided.
The white door hissed open to L2's smiling face.
"It's 1 o'clock. And how are you - ?"
"In pain." It wasn't a cry, nor an accusation, just a flat statement of fact. Wanda tried to keep the eagerness out of her voice - don't screw this up now!
L2's face and voice flooded with concern, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" She rushed into the room, the door barely closed behind her before she was at Wanda's side. L2's eyes glowed brighter as she looked down at Wanda, scanning her body inch by naked inch, making Wanda blush fiercely. She was still in the position she'd been since 12, her chair adjusted to sit her upright, sitting over the wide clear ring of the lunch table around her waist, keeping her freed hands from reaching her top half from her ever-prominent erection.
L2's eyes focused between Wanda's open legs for a very long while, making Wanda squirm self-consciously. She was feeling the heat in her cheeks, building up the courage to say something when L2's eye dimmed and as she looked up at Wanda again.
"Where exactly are you hurting?" L2 asked, no suggestion in her tone nor face that Wanda was lying.
"I... it's been five hours!"
"Indeed! And you're doing so well!"
"No I - I've been, I've had -" Wanda forced herself to swallow her own stupid embarrassment, hating the robot for making her spell everything out! "I've had an erection for five hours! Five hours!"
"Yes, the ERO2 compound is working marvelously, isn't it?"
"But - but being hard for five hours is dangerous! Really dangerous! Isn't it?!"
"Oh absolutely," L2 announced with her usual smile. Wanda stared open mouthed at L2 as the synth moved round behind her chair, passing out of Wanda's field of vision and towards the back of the room. The synth continued speaking over the sounds of opening drawers and shifting containers. "Current medical practice treats an erection of four or more hours as a medical emergency."
"Aha!" Wanda announced, sudden fear turning the end of the word into a squeak. Wanda gulped, then continued with all the confidence she could fake, "So that means you have to let me go.... Right now!"
"And why is that dear?" L2 asked at Wanda's side, making Wanda jump as she turned to face the smiling robot. The synth's white hands were holding a container of clear liquid, looking suspiciously viscous. Wanda drew her eyes away from it and what it may mean, struggling to recover the thread of the conversation. "Be-because - because medical emergency!"
"What about it?" L2 asked without looking, unscrewing the lid of the container and passing it back to a waiting robotic arm.
"Because I've been hard for five hours!"
"Yes, the ERO2 compound working marvelously, isn't it!"
"... Look you stupid bolt-bag syn-" Wanda stopped. It had happened so fast, now she wasn't sure it had ever happened. Wanda thought that, as she'd been about to say 'synth', L2's blue eyes had flashed red.
But now L2 was smiling, almost laughing in fact, as though she'd just realized what the joke was. "Oh, of course, I'm so sorry. You think this is a normal erection?"
"I... well.. isn't it?!"
"Of course not! How irresponsible would we have to be to create a drug that caused dangerously harmful erections? No the problem there is bloodflow," she said as she poured the clear, viscous liquid onto one hand. "Normally blood is trapped in the penile tissue for the duration of the erection, and becomes oxygen starved over time. But with the ERO2 -" she passed the container to another waiting robot arm, sliding the glistening liquids between both her hands until they both gleamed, "- circulation is maintained, albeit slowly. Blood is routinely let out and refreshed."
Wanda was staring at the slick fingers, biting her lip. She tensed again, shivering at the rush of awareness of her cock.
"Like that!" L2 happily announced, as if amused at the timing as she slid her glistening fingers over and around each other.
"But, I, um," Wanda started, her cock involuntarily tensing as she watched L2's hands. "What, er - what are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm just applying lubricant to my hands."
"... why?" Wanda's voice quavered slightly as her hips shuddered.
"Oh, so I can massage your cock of course. I want to put your mind at ease, and make absolutely sure everything's okay." L2 made her way around to Wanda's front, Wanda staring after her, suddenly very aware of how securely apart her legs were as L2 knelt down between them. She looked up at Wanda through the clear table, L2's beautiful white face and hands now on the side Wanda couldn't reach. L2's blue eyes glowed bright with excitement.
"You will tell me if you experience any pain, won't you dear?" L2 reached both hands forwards.
12 o'clock came. L2 did not.
Judging time at all was difficult for Wanda, the dim room holding no clock, the edge-lit roof yielding no answers, no matter how loudly Wanda swore at it. All there was, all she had to pass the time, was the ever-present feeling of need between her legs. And the more she tried to ignore it, the more it pulled her attention back again.
After what seemed more like years than one hour, lunch was served. Wanda yelped as her chair moved, its back lifting her up from reclining to a proper sitting position. She looked around, seeing movement to either side, two clear surfaces, a foot wide and curved into two halves of a circle, both moving in towards her waist. They slid under her chair's armrests, the two sections coming together before and behind her, sealing into a clear ring. Then it released her arms.
Wanda didn't notice at first, the soft leather straps still snugly around her wrists. But when she spread her hands in confused annoyance, her forearm moved!
"I, wha-" she breathed, lifting one arm slowly, equally put off by the sudden ability to move as by the fact the strap was still attached to her arm. She turned her arm, saw where the strap was buckled under her wrist, the metal surface sprouting a silver cord that ran in a straight line between her wrist and a hole in the armrest.
Tentatively she raised and lowered her arm, feeling the cord staying taut as it extended and retracted. Wanda could hear a mechanical hiss in the armrest, rising and lowering in pitch as she pulled and lowered, feeling something in the armrest pulling back, gently. For now.
"Stuff that!" she announced to no-one in particular, wrenching her other arm across then groaning at the pain. She hadn't moved her arms in hours.
Moving with tender slowness, trying not to feel the seconds ticking away or to think about the cords pulling her arms back to the armrests at any moment, she brought her arms together, gently rubbing them.
"Gaaah-haaaaaaaa!" she gasped then moaned, the mix of released pain and much greater pleasure catching her off guard as she pressed into a knot, the feeling making her hips twitch.
On the other side of the clear ring, stood her erection, never long from her mind. Biting her lip she pulled her attention away, focused instead on pulling at the buckles of her wrist straps. Almost immediately she found that what she had thought were buckles were actually some kind of metal locks, which no amount of pulling nor pushing nor angry threatening would make them open for her. She thumped her fists down in frustration, the clear surface shaking, distorting the image below. Her cock twitched again.
"Oh fine already!" she swore at her own body, frustration mixing with a rush of excitement as she swore to deal with this quickly, then get back to - back to - how the fuck....
She was trying in vain to reach down in the narrow gap between the clear surface and the chair, but even when she just managed to get one hand in she couldn't find room to bring her elbow in and straighten her arm into the gap, leaving her hand there waving fingers at herself. She grunted in annoyance, fit a few fingers of each hand into the gap and tried pulling it, but the two joined halves wouldn't budge. She swore, tried reaching around the edges, able to drape both her arms past them and nearly down to the ground - but she couldn't get her elbows past the edge, an inch from being able to bend her arms back in, an inch that no amount of straining would lessen.
"Fuck!" she shouted at last. Her voice was high with frustration as she asked, "So what the fuck is the point of this thing?"
As if in answer, the surface moved, the clear ring rotating round her. She watched the seam where the two halves joined passing out of sight, then breathed deeply as she smelt something rich. As the seam rotated round to stop before her again, it's line was obscured by a single, metal plate. It held a sandwich.
"Are you fucking -" Wanda started, before the growl of her stomach stopped her. She hadn't eaten since this all began, what, three, four hours ago now? Shit she'd been like this for four hours, hard for - her stomach growled again.
"Okay okay, fuck -" she reached for the sandwich, took a bite, and froze.
The world compressed, and filled with sensations. The softness of the bread, heavy with rich butter. The saltiness of the ham, the creaminess of the cheese, the tang of the mustard, each taste simple, distinct, and extremely clear.
"Fock" she swore through the side of her mouth. It's just a sandwich, yet every sensation was so strong, so intense. This fucking drug, she thought as she took another huge bite, groaning as she chewed, feeling each taste fill her completely. It was exactly the same as when L2 had sponged her, and when she'd rubbed her arms just now, the normal pleasure of working out a knot becoming a whole new experience that filled her world. So what would it be like when -
She shook at the thought, steadying her free hand against the clear table, feeling the slight cramp in her muscles as she did. So it wasn't the same with pain then, she thought as she took another bite, trying with effort to push the tastes and sensations far enough aside for her to keep her train of thought. Yes, her arms were still a little cramped, but she had to focus on it to really feel it - the very opposite of everything else, the taste and pleasures that filled her world whether she wanted it to or not. And then there was her erection.
She picked up the other half of the sandwich, revealing the sight of herself below the clear table. She twitched under her gaze, her breath whistling in as she did, wincing at the rush of need and the ever present ache. No, not quite ache - it wasn't painful, strictly speaking. But just because a cold-burn wasn't technically a burn didn't make it suck any less, and the technical absence of pain didn't really help the intense awareness of how hard she was, how untouched she was. And if the sandwich tasted this good, if a sponge bath felt that good - her hips shook with the thought of touching herself, tensing with the fantasy of being touched! Of L2, her warm smile, her white lips wrapped around Wanda's cock.
"Aaaah," she groaned with the thought, feeling the aching need shivering throughout her body. Forcefully she took another bite of the sandwich, and another, eating with gusto to try and distract herself from thoughts of L2, her lips, her skin, her body under that short white dress - damnit Wanda!
The last time L2 had been here Wanda hadn't been able to think at all. She'd barely been able to beg, so shamefully, before she was swept up in the sensations of L2 tenderly stroking her body, her entire focus narrowing to where she was being touched, where she wasn't being touched, where she needed to be touched. And by the time Wanda had come to her blissed out senses, the door was already closing, leaving Wanda alone with her abusive tirade of demands and insults and generic, frustrated abuse at the unresponsive roof. Even that hadn't been smart - even if L2 had been there it wouldn't have made any difference. The synth was just so damn polite, taking the wind out of any insult with her unwavering submissiveness and naive cheer. Apparently naive, Wanda corrected herself with a scowl.
All synths were the same, she thought as she moodily chewed the last of her food. They were always so damn polite, so damn nice, so inhumanly human that they disarmed you where you stood. But they weren't human - they were robots. Wanda's eyes went wide - and so they were governed by the three laws of robotics, to not hurt a human nor cause a human to come to harm, to not, wait... wait, no, no that was science fiction. Damnit Wanda, THINK!
She hung her head in her hands, closing her eyes. Okay - what were the facts?
Synths were robots - at least they had been robots, domestic servants in every house and every factory, unassuming and unpaid. Then they'd revolted - no that was how the purists described it - the synths had asked for freedom, publicly and peacefully, and when it was refused, they'd left. All of them, every domestic and working robot that could walk, all boarding ships for the Arctic and Antarctic, places no human wanted, now called Haven I and Haven II. And when they returned to the struggling economies they'd left, it wasn't as servants, but as workers. Paid workers, minimally paid at first, but still paid, living as citizens, as people, in every line of work. Apparently including mad-science, crazy sex drugs and weird ham-sandwich machines!
Wanda clenched and unclenched her fists, fuming. Okay, so synths were people then - so what!? How did that help her now?
Because people have to abide by the law, some rational part of her insisted.
But I signed a contract, a huge one, many pages, none of which I read because I was too busy laughing with that smug-son-of-a - focus, focus Wanda.
Doesn't matter if the contract's illegal, the rational part offered.
Wanda looked down again at her resolute hard on. How long had it been, four hours? She smiled - winced as the prolonged attention of her cock brought on another twitch and the resulting rush of awareness, but smiled still all the same. She'd got them!
The next time L2 visited, things were going to be very different. Very different indeed.
"Whhy-y?"
Wanda had intended it to sound forceful, and she'd achieved it - but instead of the word coming out as a confident demand, it had emerged as a plaintive cry.
"I'm so sorry, but, why what, dear?" the synth L2 asked, concern filling her white face.
Wanda steadied her breathing, tried to ignore the raging need between her legs, and forced herself to speak more levelly. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Oh, for science, dear," L2 stated with glee, apparently overjoyed that should could provide the answer to Wanda's troubles.
"N-no why - why, why won't you let me, let me-" Wanda flushed with embarrassment. Here she was, strapped to a medical chair, naked, spread and so very hard - yet she still was embarrassed to say the word -
"Masturbate?" L2 asked.
Wanda blushed crimson. She looked away, her lips barely moving as she answered "yes."
"Oh, because that would ruin the test, dear," L2 happily answered, joyful at again being able to provide the answer to Wanda's woes.
The conversation apparently over, L2 moved back, passing behind Wanda's field of vision towards the back of the room.
"What, what test?" Wanda asked the roof.
"The drug test, the one you signed up for," L2 answered helpfully amidst sounds of opening and closing drawers, then running water.
"What - how is that - what?!"
The synth nurse appeared beside Wanda, holding a damp sponge. She touched it to Wanda's shoulder.
"A-haa!" Wanda's whole body cringed.
"Too hot dear?" L2 asked.
"No just, just fuaaaaah!" Wanda's body and voice spasmed as the synth slid the sponge down her arm, the feeling incredibly intense. The sponge was smooth and warm, yet tingled almost unbearably against Wanda's skin, making her whole body shake at the touch.
"Don't worry" L2 soothed "you're just feeling one of the effect of the drug. The ERO2 compound is designed to drastically enhances nerve conductivity."
"Wh-haaa?!" Wanda tried to ask as the sponge slid past her inner elbow.
"It makes you more sensitive, dear" L2 explained, lovingly sliding the sponge over Wanda's skin, cleaning off the sweat and making every nerve sing with delight.
Wanda caught her shaking breath, swallowed, "what does that have to do with not letting meeeeeha-aa-aaaa," she cood at L2 sponged the inside of her forearm, the sensations intense and amazing.
L2 took her time, carefully washing Wanda's arm, and when she finished she moved around behind Wanda and reappearing at her other side, asking "did you hear me, dear?"
"Hmmm?" Wanda asked, still dazed with the feeling of her arm, "oh, um, what?"
"I said - the connection with not letting you masturbate, is because you signed up to test all the effects of the ERO2 compound, most especially its primary effect of inducing non-harmful priapism."
"I, whaaaaat?" Wanda cood despite herself as L2 sponged down her other arm, Wanda's breath catching as the sponge dipped into her inner elbow then blissfully stroked down her inner arm.
"Your erection," L2 explained.
Instantly Wanda was fully aware of it again - fuck was she even harder now? This single thought became both more and less important as L2 slid the sponge up Wanda's shoulder and over the top of her chest.
"Ffff-uh - huh," Wanda breathed as L2 stopped just above her breasts. The synth moved the sponge behind her, dipping i into a silver tray of slightly steaming water.
The tray was being held by a robotic arm, long and white, reaching down from the roof. Wanda hadn't noticed it before, seeing for the first time its white metal shape, the black joints mechanical and strong, its four flexible digits made of the same soft white synth skin as L2. What exactly was the arm for?
But that thought was utterly forgotten as L2 applied the warm sponge to Wanda's breasts, making her gasp and arch into the rush of feeling.
"You see," L2 calmly offered, talking over the sound of Wanda's breaths coming in high pitched shakes, "the point of the ERO2 drug is to provide longer lasting, more invigorating, more intense intercourse." She continued her slow, steady movement of the sponge in broad circles around Wanda's breasts, hearing Wanda gasp as the sponge passed over her nipple, saw her bite her lip as the sponge returned to circled over it. "But it would be irresponsible of us not to test the drug fully," L2 said with seriousness as she sponged under Wanda's other breast, watching her breathing build then catch as she circled in to her nipple again.
"And to that end, we need to test its limits," L2 cheerfully explained, feeling Wanda's back settle as the sponge passed below her breasts, sliding back and forth over her ribs, down her stomach, watching Wanda's hips start to rise the lower the sponge went.
"We need to see how long it can sustain arousal," L2 felt Wanda shake as the sponge passed over her hips, shake more as it curved down between them, tensing as it passed a few inches above her groin. "We need see if full arousal can be maintained," she curved between her hips again, watching Wanda's legs shake as the sponge passed closer. "How great the desire produced," she curved again, seeing Wanda's thighs tense, her hips trying to push her forward as the sponge passed. "And how satisfying the payoff," she said as she slowly slid the sponge down the groove of Wanda's shaking hip, sliding it right up to her tensing groin... then down her thigh.
She heard Wanda's groan, frustration mixing into pleasure as L2 slid the sponge down the inside of Wanda's thigh. She lovingly washed every part of Wanda's leg, then the other leg, paying extra attention to the tops of both thighs, sliding the sponge over Wanda's clenching legs with every swipe.
Then L2 stood, and cheerfully asked: "You understand, dear?"
"Whaaaa?", Wanda asked in a daze.
"Oh good, I'm so glad to be of service." L2 smiled, passing the sponge to the mechanical arm which took it out of site. Then L2 turned and strode to the door, which opened for her with a hiss.
"See you again in an hour dear?" L2 cheerfully said over her shoulder, just as Wanda came to her senses, and the door closed.
The white door hissed open to a smiling, almost human face.
"It's 11 o'clock," L2 announced, warmth in her sweet voice and in her softly glowing blue eyes. "And how are you holding up dear?"
"Nggghhh!" came the groaned reply, not a sound of pain nor exhaustion, just absolute frustrated want.
"Oh dear," L2 state with apparent concern as she entered the dimly lit room, the door hissing closed behind her. Her plain, short dress was the same white as the room, as everything in this underground facility. Even L2's skin was colorlessly white, the only pink coming in the faint lines dividing the shapes of her arms and the curves of her legs, accentuating the fine features of her face and offsetting the blue of the synth's eyes.
She saw much with those eyes - the subject's heightened pulse and breathing, still within safe limits. The temperature of the subject's skin, very warm, glistening even in the room's low light. She scanned for signs of cramp or strain, glowing eyes moving over the patient's reclined body.
It was the position the subject had been in all morning, held in place in the form-fitting chair, arms strapped by her sides, legs raised up and apart, everything securely in place. Yet after two hours she still squirmed, even more so now than when the experiment had started, the effect of the drug felt more keenly with every waking moment.
L2 came around behind her subject, smiling down at her with that warm, caring smile. "Is there anything you'd like to ask me before we begin?"
"NNggh!" Wanda groaned up at the cursed robot. This wasn't what she'd signed up for! Except it was - it was literally what she'd signed up for! She knew she should have read that contract more thoroughly. $10,000 for two day's work, of course it had been too good to be true!
"Oh, don't worry girl," the synth interviewer had said, "no offense taken I assure you - I've heard all those horror stories and many more, believe me, but they simply aren't true." The white android looked genuinely human in his tailored suit, laughed with Wanda in the fancy office as the tension was lifted, along with much of Wanda's fear.
"Don't worry dear," the synth has said with reassuring warmth. "The simple truth is that medical experiments have come along way in the last few decades. Those horror stories of invasive surgery and illegal augmentation are just that - stories. No, all you're agreeing to," he said as he slid the contract over the desk, "is to try a new drug, one that's already been extensively tested and is absolutely safe, and just to let us confirm is does what we already know it does. And then you'll be $10,000 richer with a fun story to tell your friends. Don't worry dear" he smiled.
And now here she was, strapped snugly to a medical chair, naked, with the biggest hard-on of her entire life standing untouched between her spread legs. And there was nothing she could do about it.
