Chapter 14
Tammy spent the following few days in luxury. Emerald served her, hand and foot. Master number Six often summoned her to his upper floor suite where they had their arm fucking-sucking love-making.
Lala was never present when Tammy entered his rooms. Six had little to say about her. He seemed to take more and more delight in Tammy's increasingly skilled and talented mouth and tongue.
Six groaned into multiple orgasms and spurted chocolate-flavored semen again and again into her throat. Tammy found that her gag reflex was disappearing. She had only to be careful to keep semen from running into her trachea. What would happen if semen got into her lungs? She liked Six more and more. She patted his round, potbellied little stomach and stroked his sideburns and wished impossible wishes.
Then the next special orgy night arrived. Eleven more Masters arrived from various parts of the world. Most were Asians. Two were black. Tammy saw Jimmy a lot, too. They kept fervently renewing their vows to escape. Tammy wore an obscene iridescent green costume to the orgy. Emerald wore a matching green slave outfit. Tammy felt like a minor queen when she paraded through the doorway with Emerald following close.
Master number One was waiting for Tammy. There was a familiar dirty gleam in his bright blue eyes. He extended his hand to her and led her around the now crowded marble table. Every Master was present. He introduced her. "You've met Six, often ... but not number Seven."
The Masters were polite, friendly, some were lewd, some reached out to stroke her bared breasts, fondle a thigh, even poke a curious finger into her seven-inch long vulva slit. One finally said, amid the music and talking and clatter of eating and drinking, "We have another surprise for you, Tammy." He indicated a covered something on the center of the wide marble table.
"Do I have to take a horse again?"
"No, this is different. You'll enjoy this more, I think." He whipped the velvet covering away. The Masters clapped and commented ribaldly. It was a platform with straps and stirrups, but designed so that her knees would be high and wide, and she would be lying on her back. "Up you go, Tammy."
Tammy reluctantly mounted the padded table and got into position. "What's going to happen, Master?" She was frightened in spite of herself. She didn't know what these men were capable of in their search for new voyeuristic thrills.
The woman Master, number Two, stepped up onto the table. She helped number One strap Tammy down. She smiled evilly at Tammy. "You may not survive this, my dear. You may die of pleasure."
Tammy thought the woman maybe meant it literally! What was going to be done to her? Tammy was helpless, her feet were strapped into the high metal stirrups, her arms strapped at the elbow and wrist, a padded strap, not too tight, circled her neck, and a wide leather strap was cinched snugly over her waist.
Master number One snapped his fingers impatiently. "Bring it in!"
It was a device that featured a gargantuan dildo and a series of motors and gears which drove it. The mechanism was shown to Tammy amid cheers and applause from the other Masters. Tammy had eyes only for the monster dildo. It was flesh-colored, of soft plastic, and was impossibly ridged and serrated with tiny nubs and feelers. A hot shiver went through Tammy at the sight of it-she knew what those soft extrusions would feel like inside her, grazing against her interior nodes and into her cup. The dildo's head was a work of art-shaped like a glans, but deeply pocked and pimpled.
The Master held the huge phallus with both hands. "You see these straps and contact pads? It is anchored to your thighs, you see, and is thus un-avoidable and inescapable." He pointed to a pushbutton switch in the thick, hollow base. "You cannot turn it off, Tammy. Only a Master may do that."
He showed her the interior of the dildo. "This small motor drives it into you gradually deeper and deeper by way of this worm gear. This other spring-coil system, attached to the thigh pads, driven by this other motor, makes it move in and out in the usual thrusts. The worm-gear system simply deepens the plunges over a period of time."
"H-how much? ... "
"I can't say, my dear. This was built just for you, and it has a length of twenty-four inches, maximum penetration."
"I can't take-"
"It is built to worm its way into your heart." He cackled at his pun. His blue eyes glittered. He applied the wrap-around, sticky, sticky grip pads to Tammy's firm young thighs. He chuckled to himself as he inserted the massive, heavy dildo ten inches into Tammy's cunt. "The energy cells are in the front part of it, Tammy. You have a real powerful prick in you now." He cackled again.
Tammy asked tremulously, "Will it kill me?"
"Time will tell, my dear." Was he serious? Were the Masters sadists, as well?
He switched it on! The thing in her cunt stirred. It drew back slowly, humming. Then came a tiny click and it plunged forward! Then the springs stopped its motion and it began to retreat again. The penetration was only about twelve inches. It shot into her like a massive spear. The sensations were strong. Tammy gasped with each spring-released plunge. She began to enjoy it in spite of her apprehension.
The soft ridges and feelers brushed the pleasure clusters in her cunt with each release and sent a breathtaking blaze of sensation through her body. Each plunge-recoil cycle took about six seconds. She heard herself cry out as the huge thickness slammed into her cunt. She counted the seconds as it was drawn back by the humming motor, welcomed the click and gasped as the massive phallus thrust deep. But not deep enough! Her cup wanted contact. There were as yet untouched spirals of pleasure nodes, further into her sheath ... waiting ... wanting.
Tammy secretly loved this machine. It FUCKED, hummed, withdrew, clicked, and FUCKED! And-yes-it was gradually fucking deeper! Three or four minutes had passed and it was surely sending the shaft at least an inch deeper now.
The Masters continued talking and eating and drinking. Tammy could turn her head left and right on the pad and see One and Two sitting close by, watching closely. Tammy looked for Six but couldn't locate him in her restricted field of vision. Tammy closed her eyes and gave herself to an orgasm that rippled through her. She panted with delight. There were more orgasms coming, she knew. The machine would continue to fuck her until it was turned off or its batteries failed. That could take hours! She remembered there was a potential twenty-four inches available. That much driven into her would rupture her, smash her heart, tear open her lungs.
Tammy looked to Master One again. His sagging skin was flushed as he watched the gargantuan dildo plunge ... plunge ... plunge ... A small boy was sucking him off.
Tammy could only endure and enjoy the steadily deepening thrusts. She panted into another slow, keenly sensed orgasm. The machine had only one speed. The giant plunges were regular, steady, devastating! She counted. Each five plunges reached another pleasure cluster or node in her cunt. Each sixty seconds the heavy, fat plastic prick sank another quarter-inch into her body. Sweet minutes ticked away. FUCK ... hum backward ... click, FUCK! Tammy's torso sheened with sweat. Her costume dampened. Her brow dewed and her scalp soaked her red hair. The orgasms came sooner now! Every two minutes a sharp sweep of pleasure overwhelmed her. Each plunge ripped a cry from her full lips. Her breasts felt like hot white melons on her surging chest. Her hard nipples ached for a mouth. The devilish artificial prick was into her deeply now! Almost to her cup. Another few minutes! Tammy's upraised thighs quivered as the gargantuan dildo was driven into her. She was ultimately defenseless. There was no escape.
Master One was leaning forward avidly now, as was Two, and a dozen other Masters, clustered on either side of Tammy. Fuck-fuck-fuck! The head of the dildo was plunged up into her cup, at first a gentle, fleeting, exquisitely delightful contact, but gradually more firmly. Tammy was convulsing with pleasure! "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" She lost touch with everything but the massive, plunging shaft in her shuddering body. She became faint from the incredible intensity of sensation. Her eyes rolled up as the shaft surged into her again ... again ... again!
She came to in the brief seconds before the thing was speared up into her body yet again. Then- "AHHHH!" She was sent reeling into spasmodic unconsciousness, her mind sinking beneath waves of ecstasy. But-a few minutes later-the phallus was butting harshly into her cup! Flares of pleasure sparkled with a mixture of pain. Tammy grunted with pain. She began to stiffen and tense when the heavy bludgeon thrust higher into her chest. "Please-UH!-It hurts!"
She flung her sweating face sideways to appeal to the Masters. They were grinning, licking their lips, glittering-eyed. Number One's aged face was a mask of lust as he gave himself over to spurting into the greedy mouth of the young boy who was sucking him. The woman Master had forgotten Tammy; she was spasming under a crawling horde of children, each eager to please her.
The pain increased. Each thrust ended with a grunting shriek of agony from Tammy. They wanted to kill her this way! They knew about the escape plan! They were going to let-Tammy shrieked. The solid shaft retreated slowly, coiling its springs. It was a torture now. An agony. Each massive thrust into the end of her cunt was a terrible ordeal, a fistlike blow that threatened to tear her apart. Her chest was slammed again from inside. Tammy bubbled with pain. She gasped, "HELP! TURN IT OFF! IT'S-AAARRGH!"
Her chest was molten with pain now. The shaft was almost all into her, its torpedo-shape wet with blood-tinted juices. Tammy screamed again as the inexorable fist smashed at her cup, distending her cunt to an impossible extent. The center of her chest was on fire! Tammy sucked air desperately as the monster shaft drew back once more. How many more brutal thrusts could she survive?
She heard the click that signaled another savage, jolting plunge. She grimaced and tried to brace herself for the blow and the pain! But it didn't come. She opened her eyes. Master number Six was hovering over her. He had switched it off! She sighed. "Oh, Master ... " Tears filled her eyes. He quickly unfastened the clinging pads around her thighs and pulled the dripping shaft from her body. The end of it was pink with blood.
Master number One shouted angrily, "What the hell do you think you're doing, Six?"
"I'm claiming her! She's too valuable to hurt like this!"
"We decided-"
"We'll talk about it later! I want her!" Six ignored the mutters from the other Masters. He led Tammy to his nest.
Tammy was hurting slightly in her cup, but she didn't think it was serious. She clung to Six. "Thank you, Master!"
He settled down among the pillows. He took Tammy into his arms. "I want you to take Lala's place and be with me as my daughter out in the rest of the world." He lifted her chin and looked into her damp eyes. "But can I trust you? I must have absolute confidence you will not try to expose us, or commit suicide, or try to escape from me."
Tammy said nothing. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"You have beauty, personality, and an absolutely fantastic talent for using your mouth. I don't want you to be wasted. I've only been a Master for fifteen years, so I'm not quite as cynical and ruthless as some of the others." He smiled wryly. "I don't want to share you with the other Masters. What I feel for you is a form of love, Tammy."
He locked her gaze to his. "Now think about me and yourself and this place and what you are now." He palmed one of her full breasts and said, "And suck me, Tammy. Suck me the best way you know how."
Tammy nodded. She clung to him and closed her eyes. She circled his prick with both hands. She lowered her head. Her pink tongue darted out. Tammy didn't like what he had said about her "talent" for-sucking. But ... she faced the truth. It was dirty ... at least, she had been taught sucking was a horrible thing and nice girls didn't do it ... back in that other, square world ... Tammy put her hot little mouth on his noduled glans. She tongued ... The world that seemed so far away now ... so unreal. That last spanking was a faded dream.
Tammy used her full mouth ... and admitted to herself-she did like to suck pricks ... and nipples and clitorises. But especially pricks. And especially his prick. She eeled her tongue over the sensitive clusters and dipped her head.
She did like Master number Six very much. She sucked in a special way with her hollowed cheeks and mouth and tongue. Sex was now-more than ever-immensely important to her. Because of her new cunt. And because of the Elixir. Tammy wanted Six to arm fuck her. But she still ached inside. That awful, deadly machine! She felt cheated now. She had to heal. She hated One and Two!
She heard her Master's harsh sighs of pleasure. She shivered happily. Tammy thought that the Elixir was distorting her thinking. If she-Tammy blinked her eyes wide open. She hadn't been given any Elixir tonight! She didn't have the usual ravening hunger. So all that pleasure she had experienced-and her desires now-were real! The faint, lingering sensual itching in her cunt was normal for her body now! She felt oddly, joyously scared. She sucked and sucked.
Tammy noticed Jim at the door of the orgy room. His searching gaze found her. He signaled for her to come to him. But he saw she was busy. He grinned to indicate he understood. He signaled for her to hurry and finish. Tammy moaned with indecision. Her Master was almost ready to spurt his delicious chocolate-flavored semen. She wanted his climax to be very good. She owed him her life!
Tammy was aroused, too, by the act of sucking him ... of cramming her mouth with his hot prick and finding new ways to make his pleasure better, if possible. She just liked the feel of his bumpy prick in her mouth and throat. She took it deep. She didn't cough or gag when the glans was squeezed past the root of her swirling tongue.
The Master trembled, gasped, tensed-and shot deep into her throat. Tammy swiftly bobbed her head, making of her mouth and tongue and palate and throat a unique, working, ever-caressing special cunt.
"AHH-TAMMY! OHHH ... great ... great." He relaxed as his prick jerked a few last times and she sucked up the last of the sweet drops of semen.
He towseled her long red hair. "You must be one in ten million."
Tammy was content for a few seconds as she lay with his softening prick in her gently moving mouth. But she raised her eyes and saw Jim waiting impatiently. She frowned.