Chapter #6KINKY FUN TIME by: Unknown "You know, I feel that a little bit of force hurt anyone!" The voice cackles, while you start to sweat. "Awwww, is somebody starting to get a bit nervous?" The other voice chimed in.
With a large clank, you hear something slowly approach in front of you. You can hear this mechanical body loom over you, and slowly extend something over your bound body. Just then, you feel a slight buzzing sensation. A saw? Lobotomy? You start to squirm, yet to no avail; it inserts itself into your protesting mouth rather easily, yet with your tongue you can feel a small hole and something that feels long and hard. A gun? An overly elaborate assassination?
... Bizarre robotic rape?
Yet as the nozzle stops its buzzing, you let out a muffled sigh in relief.
"Thaaaat's it, relax! This'll be nice and quick!"
Before you can even remember from your previous anxiousness, the buzzing starts up again and a strange substance makes contact with your tongue. And then some. And some more. Until strangely, rather than a quick shot to the head, painful saw to the head, it's thick, long and, unless it's poison, seemingly harmless.
It's not stopping however.
"Remove the blindfold! This'll be the money shot!" The second voice giggles, now sounding somewhat less menacing than you'd found it earlier. A dim light meets your eyes, and you see two girls stand a few metres ahead of you, in some of the skimpiest uniforms you've ever seen. One's tall with pink dyed hair and amber eyes, the other more natural red hair and is closer to your height. A testament to your panic and confusion, you don't even think to mentally gauge the rest of their bodies (as opposed to normal circumstances where you most definitely would, you judgmental bastard you): it's what's behind them, taking up most of the background, which is your real concern.
"That's right, honey! A huuuuuge vat of concentrated... Stuff!" The girl with the dyed hair exclaims, strolling over to you. You look down and noticed your tied down to what looks like... A lounge chair. With rather scrawny looking rope. It's from here where a robotic looking pump stands next to you, holding up the a pipe which starts from the titanic looking vat and right into your mouth.
Oh, and you just so happen to be buck-naked.
She sits down on the side of the arm chair as the machinery continues to slowly feed the still indescribable material into your mouth. She can see the sweat on your brow. "Now now, don't be scared! We're not going to hurt you!" She leans closer. "Oooooh, quite the opposite." You see a hand wrapped in a dark azure leather glove move its way towards your groin.
"HEY! I thought WE, (that's you AND me), weren't going to get... Eh... Physical with him until later in the game!" The red-head called out. She meets your gaze and grins. "Heh, you recognize us yet?" She calls out as you try to signal with your head a flat 'No'. "C'moooooon, I know ya do! Us two girls? You really don't? I mean, you don't remember anything along the lines of... Ahem, 'A pure and undying flame of love which will never separate us?'"
Oh god. An excerpt from a painfully cheesy 9th Grade love poem which you yourself wrote. Your mind clearing up, you start to clearly remember these two bizarre individuals now...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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