May Interlewd: Inseminator MKI
“Vesper, you wanna try a new contraption? It is ready for live testing,” said Xava, giving me that sultry look that I had grown accustomed to lately.
In other words, this was sexual in nature. We had been doing a lot of toy modifications lately while she fine-tuned her cybernetic equipment to better enhance our pleasure. We had devolved into the animal kingdom for inspiration, creating hybridized cocks and pussies to play around with. Well, as a result, we had been creating some abominations of sexual gratuitousness.
Do it, do it! Hotly whispered Sub in my head.
I thought it over, something new eh? I gulped a little to keep from salivating, “What is it?”
“My new prototype inseminator.”
“What is different from the last one?”
“This one is a harness and restraint system for prolonged copulation.”
If I said I was not interested, I would be a liar. I was almost popping a stiffy just hearing about a new thing to play with. It also didn’t help that we skipped our daily fucking session yesterday, so I was horny. This talk of prolonged breeding made my abdomen puff up.
“Sounds fun… how long is this going to last by the way?”
She nodded a little and I followed her into our love nest or rather her secret experimental research laboratory. Naturally, I had been helping her test her new models. I don’t know if it is a good thing or not, but after having experienced the inhuman pleasure of animal equipment I don’t think there is any going back anymore. It is like when you go black, there ain’t no going back. Human cock just doesn’t do it anymore. I mean, sure it is a nice treat every once and a while, honestly, they are cute, but I mean it is just incomparable. If I actually wanna get off, then I need something more. I am basically an animal, so it was weird that I liked human dick so much to start with.
At any rate, we had been branching off into less than human things or rather when it came to performance definitely more than human. As evidenced by the long, twitching, synthetic horse cock sitting on the table. That thing was my new favorite. The tip would flare when it was ready for ejaculation. When it inflated it felt like it might scrape my insides out. Such a perverted thing, it was wonderful.
That wasn’t what Xava had in mind today. She would likely plow me with it later though. In the center of the room was a large… Hmmm, how to even describe this thing? There was a long and robust cushion on an upraised structure. It must be some sort of sex furniture, but I didn’t see any shafts or holes to use on it. I wonder how it works?
Xava pet the squishy leather, smiling proudly, “So, what do you think?”
“It is nice, I think. How eh, how does it work?” I replied circling it appraisingly.
She rubbed her hand along the ridged back of the thing, “Lay here, face down.”
I straddled it and did as she said, sprawling out over the soft leather. My worries about if it was structurally sound were quickly squashed as I got a feel for it. This thing was definitely sturdy, metal framed and attached to the floor. She pointed to the cushioned holes in the sides, there were six of them. I slipped my hands and feet into the openings before they clinked shut, locking me in place.
I was not alarmed, we did bondage stuff rather regularly otherwise I tended to break things in the heat of the moment. A forceful tug revealed that this thing was super proof, or rather sturdy enough that even my inhuman strength was meaningless before these restraints. I was used to being tied up, besides she had mentioned restraints. Xava was certainly a genius, though I get the feeling it is wasted on this sort of thing.
I tilted my head, looking about as Xava inspected everything to make sure it was working. She pat my abdomen and it extended out straight, before something clamped onto it, completely immobilizing it. My vents crept open, exuding my arousal and approval of this. I loved being restrained and the feeling of being helpless and at my mate’s mercy, made my tummy squirm with delight. The thought of being powerless and vulnerable, being used and fucked like a bitch in heat had already gotten my hearts beating faster and my body heated up steadily.
“It seems you are all set up, shall we begin?” asked Xava, swaying her seductive hips as she came to stand right in front of my face.
Her groin and the thick, throbbing, cock that tented up her miniskirt filled my eyes. Ah, I was positioned at the perfect height to be used. My head was at dick level. It was a normal cock, nothing too fancy here yet. Granted the girth and thickness were impressive. In my expert opinion, it had to be at least over a foot long and four inched across. This was going to fill me up nicely.
I licked my lips and said, “Yes fuck me silly.”
“With pleasure,” she smirked, using one hand to guide her shaft to my waiting lips and the other to grasp my head. She humped her hips and lightly rubbed herself over my face. Lubricant dribbled and the fake flesh pulsed, twitching obscenely as though it had blood coursing through it. My feelers circled the tip of her head and relished in her scent.
After an agonizingly long moment of teasing, she dragged it down smearing her cock juice all over my hardened face and finally pressed into my waiting mouth. An explosion of banana flavor flowed from her twitching member. Xava had been experimenting with flavoring her varied secretions. Currently, she was going through fruits. Mmmm Banana.
My lips curled around the head and my flexible tongue scurried about her length. It circled and greedily stroked the shaft, unfurling to full length. It extended, wrapping around her cock. Coiling clear to the base and even started lapping at her wanting pussy.
Xava moaned, grinding against me, “Oh, Vesper, Vesper! You are so, so good at this!”
I couldn’t talk, though my throat vibrated as I cooed. I smiled at the compliment, well, I had plenty of practice. My tongue was rather talented these days. I get the feeling I might be able to pick a lock with it. She gripped my head with both hands. She grunted and shoved, sinking her shaft into the depth of my maw. Our eyes met as I stared up at her pursed lips.
“I love how you always keep eye contact. Good girl Vesper, is it tasty? Do you enjoy my cock?” She asked, heatedly staring down at me while she stuffed more and more meat into me.
She knew damned well I couldn’t reply, but it felt so good to get talked down to. I nodded bobbing my head a little. Xava bit her lip and hilted herself all the way with a hard thrust. There was only a brief resistance as the muscles gaped pulling her in. My throat accepted her and devoured her. It was very easy since my neck was so stretchy for food and the lacked a gag reflex. This position also helped since it allowed easy access and was a straight shot into my mouth pussy.
It wasn’t actually a sex organ, though it might as well be with how often and much I enjoyed sucking cock, or rather just things in general. I loved my throat being filled and that included food. I was orgasmic. Literally, Xava had managed to make me cum just from deep throating her for like twenty minutes straight.
Her thrusts filled my head, jarring it as the heavy and steady thuds of her hips smacked against my face. I tightened around her and so did her grip. Her thrusts grew shorter, faster and harder while she hammered away. Drool and spittle oozed out between thrusts, hanging from her length and dribbled down.
“I love it, I love it! Vesper mMmmmh yes, oh yes! Good, ahh good suck slut. You love this, you love this don’t you?” she panted, leaning over me as she worked herself as deep as she could and held her cock there.
She trembled and the dick inflated a little. It spurt out her gooey goodness. The inner muscles contracted and undulated around her length, milking her.
“Haaa, good girl. Drink it up, drink up all that tasty protein, you will need it.”
I gulped and gulped, swallowing her banana flavored jizz, or rather protein paste, though I didn’t get to savor it since it was getting pumped into my tummy. It was thick and syrupy causing me to shiver in delight. Xava had combined my two favorite things fucking and food.
Her member twitched a final time, drained completely dry. She sighed, letting me massage her length for a little longer before pulling out with a juicy plop of my lips smacking together. My saliva trailed her tool thickly. I stared ahead blankly, my head full of white bliss.
“Good Vesper, now that your feeding is complete, the breeding can commence.”
She pet me while I panted, still slobbering a little with my tongue hanging out from that passionate face fucking.
I gulped, “Thanks for the meal. What are you going to do to me now?”
She walked out of sight and I felt her fingers grasping onto my engorged member. All that sucking had turned me on, my lady boner twitched to her touch. Her hands gently grasped it and started to slickly pump up and down the length.
“How naughty of you, your positor is so lewd Vesper. How wet and hard it got just from sucking my cock. Are you going to scream when I thrust this beastly dick inside of you?”
I squirmed as the hole felt something press against it. She was, she was going to- My thoughts were broken when her sizable endowment pushed past the spasming rings. I panted as my tongue lolled and her hand started using my ovipositor like a cock sleeve. I couldn’t see, but I could feel every bump and every stroke. I could hear how juicy and wet my dirty organ was as it squelched, as she worked it up and down on her shaft. I could tell that she had changed her penis attachment just by the shape and feel of it, I recognized it, it was the Stallion. It was sooo long and girthy! Marvelous and wonderful. I loved this thing, she hadn’t even flared it yet and it was stuffing me like a turkey.
“Xava!” I cried out.
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“Vesper! This organic onahole of yours is lovely.”
“You are being weird again Xava!”
She slowed her hand to a mild and gentle jerking, “Eh, but I thought you liked being called a cock sleeve?”
“It is your lingo, where did you even learn how to talk dirty anyway?”
“I have been doing research since you liked dirty talk. Odd, I thought I was doing it correctly.”
She stopped stroking and pushed so that my ovipositor took every inch of her two-foot long schlong and she kept going until her hips were nestled against my quivering abdomen. My eyes were swimming and I gulped before moaning. Limply, I hung my head as she sat there, letting her member throb inside of me. My head was tingling as my insides cramped around her mass. The pussy walls tightened to the point that she couldn’t move.
“You tightened up rather nicely. Do you like me using you?”
“Don’t move yet, I need to get used to it for a lit-” I panted before gasping as she ignored me and pulled her hips back dragging her cock along my sensitive ridges and spasming walls.
“But your biometric readings are telling me to breed you as hard and fast as possible during your estrus period.”
I couldn’t form a coherent response, only able to moan as she started thrusting with precise movements to target my weak points. Her shaft would tilt up, grinding against the roof of my vagina to press against a certain array of organs that were particularly receptive to stimuli. It the sacks that held my sexual secretions for lubricant during mating. I struggled as she hammered the cock head so that it dragged back and forth massaging them.
“Wait, wait!” I screamed.
She didn’t stop and instead sped up. Her hips pistoned against me as her dick went wild. My tongue rocked from the impacts as it limply hung below, dribbling and oozing onto the floor. The hole that she was using had gone into convulsions and I would be rolling around if I were not held in place. She was going to breed me. I could feel it. My egg sac could feel it. It was trembling and gaping inside of me as her tip kissed it on every thrust. Breathing became difficult as my chest quaked and my hearts beat, thumping and surging blood to my engorged sex.
A haze descended. I knew this it, it was a mating rut. This wasn’t the first time Xava had managed to literally bring out the animal in me. The moment that I had been waiting for, the moment that I was longing and craving came. Her shaft bulged inside of me. The tip flared out an additional three inches on all sides. I shrieked in bliss as she didn’t stop her mechanical, hip smashing movements. It scratched and dragged, filling my walls, plugging them. She was breaking and stretching out the mold that my pussy had formed for her member.
“Vesper!” She cried out, tensing as she brought her waist back one final time before slamming herself forward clear to the base.
My own orgasm spat out, drenching her shaft as my pussy undulated around her. The cum came. It surged out of her length, flooding into my greedy insides. The egg sack descended attempting to latch onto her, but the head was too large and it could only gape, drinking, guzzling her spunk as it flowed. I trembled wet all over, secretions gushing from both ends. I realized that my vents had been flapping in an attempt to cool me down.
She stood still, letting her goo stuff my insides. Her meaty member twitched with every spurt. Xava sighed and started fingering my butt. I tightened reflexively as she worked several fingers in coated with lube. After a moment of stirring it up, she formed a cone shape and went about loosening me up.
“What is the big idea?” I complained, “What are you doing with my ass?”
“Just getting you prepped for the prolonged stimulation.” She replied pulling her fingers free.
“Wait, we are not done?”
“Oh no, silly. We still have twenty-two hours for my projected copulation simulation.” She said as I felt her shift over a little and something pressed against my back door.
“Twenty-two hours?! I have work tomorrow,”
“Don’t you worry about a thing, I will take care of everything. Just enjoy yourself.”
“But what if I gotta pee or-”
“I will take care of everything.” She replied matter of factly and with an authoritative tone.
I gulped. She didn’t wait for me to complain before the smooth shaft wormed its way inside. I gasped and struggled a little. I knew this feeling that was one of her robo worms. It worked through my insides and nestled deep in there. Feeling it writhing and squirming brought about new perverse feelings. It, it was like a tentacle, haaa tentacles.
Xava’s tip deflated as she pulled herself free from my honeypot. It still made me shudder from lewdly scraping the bumpy walls. She started doing something else back there. I could hear whirring sounds and after a brief moment of relief, a new shape pressed against my loose hole. My lower mouth slobbered all over it as it was pulled in and I attempted to decipher what it was. I had never felt this phallic shape before. What even was it?
“Xava, what did you just put in me?”
“Why the Inseminator MKI. I made a mold of your ovipositor and created this machine to take care of you while I am away.” She said as she a loud click sound seemed to have locked it in place.
“Wait, you are going to leave me here!?” I shouted wriggling.
Xava pat me on the head as she walked into my view, “I have work to do, so I can’t stay here the whole time. However, I will check up on you every four hours to feed you and I will be monitoring your vitals so should anything happen, I will shut it down and come see what happened.”
“I, but I want to have sex with you Xava, not some machine.”
“Vesper, I am mostly machine. Besides, this is linked into my neural net so I will feel the sensations to a certain degree no matter where I am. Just lay here and enjoy. Think of this as my way of saying I love you.”
“I love you Xava,” I blushed.
She bent over and kissed me, our tongues wrestled passionately for a good minute before she pulled away. She procured a gag that was sitting on the table and worked it into my mouth. My mandibles clicked at it, but it was metal and deterred them. Then she lifted up a veil type of thing. It took all of a moment to realize that it was a special blindfold to cover all four of my eyes. Xava’s sweet smile was the last thing I saw for the entirety of this encounter.
“Mhmmhm” I mumbled.
“With some of your senses deprived it will make all the sensations better. Ok, now let us start.” Xava said petting me.
She rubbed something onto my antennae and a fire spread through me. My brain tingled addled with lust. Astrea, it smelled like Astrea. She, she moved, Astrea moved. She pushed steadily, driving itself deeper. The bumps rubbed against my own and I instantly loosened for it to proceed. The folds were perfect, they pushed and caressed my own. It didn’t even need to be lubed from all the glaze coating my walls. This thing was a, it was made for me. My insides coiled around the invading ovipositor.
Astrea, she was mating me. No, no wait it is a machine. It reached a certain depth, holding still for a long, mind-melting moment before it slowly began to leave. Pleasure overflowed as it puffed up, engorging then deflated as though it pulsed with life. She pulled it nearly out, letting it stay lodged inside before the rhythmic fucking began. It chose a slow, but steady pace. In and out. It pumped my pussy. Juices spilling and the lewd sounds of my horny hole filled the room along with my muffled moans.
I was too entranced by the thick member using me that I didn’t notice when Xava had left. I couldn’t sense her in the room any longer. My loneliness faded as the mating reached a new level. My lover jackhammered into my quivering quim and the slow thrusts had given way to a more frenzied rush. I squirmed in the restraints, shaking and trying to break free. This was too good. I cried out as the first of countless orgasms pierced through my body. It didn’t stop.
The ovipositor kept plumbing my depths even after my orgasm, even though my walls were convulsing and sensitive to the point that this would be close to torture. As the second orgasm crested I screamed and it didn’t stop, though it did slow the pace. It was at this moment that the realization that this was going to continue for hours and hours settled in. I struggled intensely as a last attempt to stop this. I, I don’t wanna cum anymore, this is too much! The machine tightened its grasp and fucked me harder, pounding the fight right out of me with a row of orgasms.
It felt like I was melting. A heat settled in my chest and a fog over my mind. The delirium of pleasure made time a relic of the past. There was only the cock, the wonderful mating tool and my debaucherous pussy slavering over it. The fucking alternated in intensity, speed, depth and even duration. I couldn’t think, it felt as though every time I came my brains flowed out. Mindless pleasure that was uninterrupted, until the gag in my mouth was removed and a thick cock slid into it.
“Feeding time, Vesper,” said Xava, already firmly gripping my head and thrusting as fast as she could down my throat.
I lavished her length, sucking on it blankly as the head tickled the back of my oral cavity with her gleeful rub. The constant hammering and dripping of arousal from my abdomen only made the fervent lusting my mouth was receiving all the more intense. I shuddered and my claws curled in release as Xava deep throated, gasping as I tightened to trap her inside. Her member bulged obscenely and my sustenance flowed, filling my tummy with every twitch.
She huffed, “Good, good girl Vesper. Now drink up, you are getting dehydrated.”
She connected a tube to my mouth and cold, refreshing water flowed. My head jerked as I had not been expecting it and my struggling subsided as she pet me, playing with my sensitive head wigglies. My stomach roiled for a moment over the excessive contents that had been stuffed into it. It settled and she pulled the hose free. I felt bloated… it was like I was livestock. I wasn’t even human anymore, just an animal for breeding. Strangely, the thought both calmed me and aroused me.
The harness was readjusted a little and my mouth plugged once more. Xava left again and my mind devolved, lost in the wanton lust of being a breeding bitch. Sub wasn’t even fucking me, she was too busy creaming herself and latched onto me to do anything. She was as much consumed by this hunger as I was. I began to lose track of reality. Though I knew that it was not Astrea, the smell told me otherwise.
Our mating had patterns to it. It would escalate until I orgasmed several times in a row, then it would slow for a while and even stop completely to let me rest. Usually, it would let me rest when Xava fed me, but sometimes Astrea would continue even through that, deliciously spit roasting me. Both ends being used like meat holes for pleasure. I drowned in the decadent cycle of lust.
Astrea loved me. That is why she is fucking me so fervently. Yes, that is why we are breeding. She tensed inside after so long of driving me to madness, I finally received her seed that my body had been craving. Ovipositor bulged inside of me as the first sphere slid up into me. The muscles contracted and sucked into my core. Our child our first child! Elation filled me as siblings came following shortly after. My body accommodated them all. My abdomen became fat and swollen with brood as my mind melted.
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I awoke, a dull pulsing sensation radiating out of my cooch. I tried to move, but found that I was still restrained and all the addled, hazy memories returned. My abdomen squirmed feeling my lover still lodged inside. My womb was stuffed full of eggs, I could feel them rubbing inside of there. Astrea sensed that I was awake again and she continued her rhythmic thrusts. The breeding and the haze resumed.
Agonized hours of bliss or maybe they were minutes, I am unsure. They passed like an eternity until the gag popped off again. A cock did not immediately ravage my mouth pussy despite how my tongue unfurled and it gaped ready and waiting. My feelers squirmed smelling about. The scent of strawberries and banana. I could smell and vaguely sense where Xava was though there was another presence right in front of me. Xava was behind me and I felt Astrea pull out completely. In her wake eggs pushed out of my used hole and cum gushed onto the floor. It had all been plugged in there by her member. I felt a lot less fat. It felt wonderful, it felt right to lay the eggs as my egg sack ejected them and pushed them down my mating tube.
It was Ichigo. Ichigo was here. I wanted to taste her. Feel her. My tongue reached out, it felt about trying to find her. I could sense her. Come here, fill my mouth. I wanna suck your cock. Ichigo!
“You two are getting into some crazy stuff here,” said the voice that I knew to be Ichigo, “Hey, you don’t mind if I eh, let her blow me do you? I mean her thoughts are all Ichigo, Ichigo’s cock right now!”
Xava spread me open and rubbed my ragingly erect clit between her fingers, “Well, she is still in estrus, so I guess I can overlook it this time. Besides, I am sure that she would enjoy that.”
Yes, YES! Ichigo approached and my tongue touched her little dick. It coiled around it instantly, playing with the tip and wagging like a snake up and down. Strawberries, she tastes like strawberries! She kept going as I went between her legs and slid up, poking at her other hole. Ichigo let out a girlish gasp and I pushed into her butt. She grabbed onto my head, trying to force me away, but I prodded her closer and finally her dick sunk into my maw.
“The tongue on her!” moaned Ichigo shaking.
Xava slapped her sizable member against my sopping wet hole, taunting me with it. The ovipositor opened completely like a hungry mouth. She slid back into her cock sleeve, my pussy. She gripped my flanks and eagerly started bucking her hips, while Ichigo trembled as I bobbed my head on her cock. Both of them gasped in pleasure. My tongue pushed at the wall, stimulating the prostate and the dick in my mouth got harder and a little longer. It was similar to me, I suppose my fluid sacs are like prostates.
“Yes, her tongue is very talented.” Commented Xava, leaning over me to thrust harder.
“How long have you had her locked up in this sex dungeon?”
“Twenty hours and thirty-five minutes.”
“No wonder she is so sex crazed. If I didn’t know any better I would think you were torturing her.”
“Torture? No, this is insemination. We are still trying to get her pregnant. This was a test to see if she would produce ovum while in a mating rut. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case, even though I simulated her being bred and impregnated.”
I tightened at the thought of laying eggs. My insides revolted and undulated against Xava’s member. She let out a sharp gasp and slapped the soft flesh that my vents exposed, causing it to jiggle and gurgle. I squirmed, delighted. Her cock extended, inch by inch until it was long enough to penetrate my womb. With a hard, dominating thrust she impaled it, I foamed up around Ichigo nearly inhaling her as I sucked in air.
Ichigo quivered and I could feel her meet trembling cutely. She came as my tongue attacked from behind fervently. Her jizz spurt, spraying the back of my mouth. I savored it, swirling it, tasting it. Oddly, it didn’t taste of strawberries. It was salty and fishy. Still, I didn’t mind such flavoring, it was normal, Xava was the one spoiling me with fruit flavored gooey goodness.
Ichigo leaned over me as my tongue kept rubbing and pressing against her prostate. I wasn’t going to let her go, I was hungry. My lips tightened and I resumed suckling on her little tool. This was a nice snack. Using her ass I made her hump my face as the twitching dick hardened again, lavishing the base of my tongue like a pillow.
Xava’s pace had increased and every pussy pummeling thrust jarred me forward taking Ichigo. The vulgar slaps of our flesh meeting sounded so moist and utterly depraved. She flared the Stallion and it filled my womb, dragging it with her shaft as she relentlessly mated me. I gurgled and shuddered, shaking my head Ichigo tried to hold it still to fuck it faster.
My fingers flexed as the claws curled in bliss. I was being used. The bobbing of my lips stopped as she went as deep as she could, only scraping the back of my throat for a brief moment. Ichigo came again. Her salty load was smaller this time. My tongue pressed, milking her harder, she was holding out on me. I wanted all of it. I slurped harder and she whimpered as the dick spasmed in distress. Although she had just cum, she was pushed over the edge yet again, crying out and the fight left her as she flopped onto my head. My tongue kept attacking, rocking her hips to hump my sultry mouth.
My walls cramped and convulsed as Xava pulled back, excavating my insides. I screeched and shook violently as the head felt like it was going to pull out my vagina. She shoved that meat back in and my womb devoured it. Xava found it very difficult to move with how tight I had gotten. Her pulsing flesh obscenely trapped inside of the cock consuming hole. Her grip grew tight as the walls around her undulated in milking motions. She came. The torrent of baby batter pooled into the deepest part of me and I slumped, spurting from a final orgasm.
My egg sac bulged and caused my abdomen to inflate. It felt so fat and heavy. Surely something like this would impregnate me. Babies, I wanted Xava’s babies. I wonder how cute they would be?
All three of us panted heavily as we separated and I heard Ichigo flop onto the floor, her legs too weak to walk. Xava stepped over beside me and I squirmed when her hand began petting me. My tongue lulled languidly, drooling all over the floor.
She cooed, “Good girl Vesper. You did so good. Did you enjoy it?”
I purred, my mind too blank to form words. I felt a second pair of hand eagerly petting me. It was Ichigo.
“Xava you gotta share her or at least invite me to this sort of thing. That was the meanest blowjob I have ever felt.”
“I might consider it. Now come on, Vesper needs her rest,” replied Xava shooing away Ichigo as she gave me a final pat and they left me, still restrained.
Sleep took me rather quickly now that all of the stimulation had ceased. The black world soon was replaced by a bubbly dreamscape.