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Bio-fused Toy (Wingshadow & myself)

"You really are enjoying yourself, aren't you, Master?" Alisa muttered, her attire being that of a maid's at the time made her comment that much more ironic, "Your suite might be able to force me to say things, dress a certain way, and possibly even do things, but if you think for one moment that I will go along with this willingly you are dead wrong. I'll fight you with every ounce of my being..."

Even as she said this, however, her body was still striking seductive poses in accordance with each of the uniforms that he had her try on, which merely served to emphasize the futility of her words. If he simply muted her voice, it was impossible to tell from her body language that she wasn't fully enjoying this exhibition of her body for the men in the room.
 
"Mmmm..of course you will, but they always do,...though a night with certian setting may be in order then," the cloths turned into nothing but a black bra and matching leather panties. "Now then...your first dose of your real life will start now," at that the suite suddenly loosened, she had complete control, but before she could enjoy this it did something else.

The gel like substance once more moved, though this time it was only over her breasts and her soft pussy mound. It would feel once more like fingers caressing her gently, softly. "I think a night like this will help you break it in," he said. He then made for the door as did his minions. They intended to leave her to the arousing stimulation of the device.

(can either go into detail of her first night, or skip if you pleae, going to do a small skip after anyways)
 
(we can skip it, since it would be a bit repetitious otherwise)

"S-stop!" Alisa suddenly felt the slime move across her skin, pressing into her and caressing her gently, teasing a protesting moan from her lips as she made a futile effort to follow them to the next room. However, the stimulation between her legs caused her to fall over onto her side on the cold, hard floor, her hands instantly darting down and cupping over her sex as the slime continued to stimulate her directly. The heat was already starting to rise up to her cheeks, the quickening of the flutter in her chest informing her that it was having the intended effect on her body.

"Make it stop, I beg of you, Master!" Alisa squirmed, her legs rubbing together as the men closed the door after her, leaving her in that dark room to spend the night unable to sleep, in a constant state of arousal from the insistent caresses of the gel coating her skin. She grit her teeth and tried to endure it, but it would only be a matter of time...

A few hours later, she had laid on her back, legs spread and breath heavy as he gazed up at the ceiling. Her body was damp with sweat, her muscles slightly tensing on occasion in time with the ripples of pleasure which ran through her. Her hands grasped at the floor, as if trying to hold onto something that would anchor her, keeping her from falling into the dark jaws of lust whose maw lay open before her. She began to moan softly, weary of fighting against her own voice as it pushed its way out of her. Her body was hot, and her nipples firm while her panties were soaked with her own juices which flowed freely from her sex.

"No... No more..." Alisa murmured, "I'm... I'm so tired."
 
It was not till the following day did the man return to see her in her lustful state. It had been impressive, she fought it for some time but now she was even more vulnerable. "How are you today my dear?" he asked her though it was clear her state. He walked over, with the tip of his shoe he pushed it against her soaked panties, teasing her sensative slit through them with it. The effect would be amazing, in this state even a feather could potentially set her off.

"Well...I think your lessons should commense soon."
 
"AAAAHHHHPPMMM," Alisa's back arched, lifting her up off the floor briefly before she curled up into a fetal position on the floor, shivering. Her body enjoyed a moderate orgasm, but to her mind it was all simply torment. She breathed deeply, her fatigued body too weak to put up much of a fight against him as she turned her face up toward him, "Please... Please just leave me alone, Master... I...I've been kept aroused all night, without even a wink of sleep. I feel so tired out I could pass out if... If it would just stop doing it, stop caressing my sensitive areas."

It was doubtful that his words even registered in her mind. Although the suite made sure that she memorized them it couldn't force her to acknowledge them. Instead, she seemed obsessed with being released from the heat that raged through her. She probably wouldn't respond to much else.
 
"No no...not yet," he told her, though he did lessen how roughly it was caressing her, though it continued to do so in a gentler manner. "You cannot rest...not yet...we need to test a few things first," he replied. "Now then...why not remove those panties, they seem rather dirty anyways now," he told her. He waited for her to complay, of course if she did not he was prepared to turn on the intensity once more.

"Now then..come here," he said pointing to his feet," on your hands and knees understand?' he asked her.
 
Alisa merely looked up at him helplessly for a few moments before nodding in compliance, the lessening of the caressing allowing her to think a bit more clearly. She slowly stood, albeit in an unsteady manner do to fatigue, and reached down toward her waist, sliding her soaked panties down her legs and off of herself. She then dropped to her knees, taking a few deep breaths and resting for a bit before bending forward to support her upper body with her arms as he instructed her. She seemed to be regaining a sense of restraint, however, as she gazed up at him with gradually building disgust.

"What... What are you trying to make me do?" she asked, a hint of bitterness in her tone.
 
"No questions, just do as your told," he snapped at her. "Now crawl to your Master," he instructed. He held the device as if to show he was prepared to give her even more pleasurable torture. (sorry it's short)
 
(Its alright)

Alisa reluctantly crawled forward until her head was just above his shoes. The last thing she wanted was to be left in that room all alone with the slime stimulating her for another six hours without rest. Even if it was sickening, at least it was a temporary reprieve from the constant assault on her body. She looked up at him, hands clenching into fists as she awaited what he would command her to do next.

(PS: I completely forgot to post my reply all this time >_<")
 
"Now sit up a bit....thas it," he said and once she was level with the crotch of his pants he stopped her. "Now undo it with your mouth," he told her, meaning his zipper, the silver zip shining between the folds of the cloth. Once she had done so he let his flaccid cock slip out before her, it was thick, and had a musky smell despite being limp. "Now suck on it."
 
The man's cock hung before her, large, soft, and pungent to such an extent that she found him quite repulsive. She had no doubt in her mind of what he intended to do with it once it got nice and hard, so she wasn't exactly eager to begin. She wanted to retort with something along the lines of "suck on it yourself," but when she attempted to speak no words escaped her lips. She opened her mouth slowly and gave him a lick across his shaft with the tip of her tongue, scooting herself forward slightly as she brought up her hands and grasped the base of his member with one hand, and held onto his thigh with the other. She started slowly, simply licking him and testing his reactions and ensuring a certain amount of hardness before taking him fully into her mouth. She licked and applied slight suction, pushing her head back and forth as she suppressed the urge to gag. Just what sort of man forced a woman to do such a thing?
 
He smiled as she took it in her hand, slowly working it into arousal. "Mmmm..thats it....pretty good...for a beginner," he said gently groaning with pleasure as she sucked gently on it. He could tell she was trying not to gag, afraid of doing so or simply not wanting the discomfort,the suite could surpress it, but it was simpler just to make her learn too. "Deeper!" he said forcing her face down more onto his hardening length. It was easier to push it down deeper while still not fully erect.
 
Alisa instinctively tried to pull back due to the unwanted intrusion of his semi-hard member into her throat. She gleaned no pleasure from this act, nor from his compliments, and she wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible so that she could regain at least a semblance of her self-respect instead of being demeaned in such a manner. She continued with renewed vigor, increasing the pace of her licking and the pumping of her hand as she took him deeper into her throat. It was somewhat difficult for her to breathe, even with the assistance of the suite, but most of all it was the repulsive taste of his member which caused her the most trouble.
 
He took her eager to finish more as eager to perform. "Oh fuck..." he grunted as she sucked and bobed her head more. The suit allowed her to take him deep, her throat opening a bit to allow entrance and then contracting to tightly fit around his length. He thrusts his hips a bit, going deeper in, her air cut off at times. "Now....how about...mmm....you enjoy it," he said. It was clear what he intended and before she could complain he flipped the switch and once more the feeling of forced pleasure would spike into her. Even if she physically couldn't continue, the suit would make her.
 
Alisa mentally swore at him, the surges of unwanted pleasure forcing her to moan, the resulting vibrations running up and down his member. Her legs rubbed together with growing desire as she sped up her actions further, allowing him to penetrate even further into her throat. His incessant thrusts pushed the tip of his member against the back of her throat, the suit suppressing the gag reflex although her unseen eyes still welled up with tears. He could apparently completely control her body's actions and reactions, as if her own body no longer belonged to her. It was as humiliating as it was frustrating, yet she could not even voice her distaste when his thick dick was filling her mouth and throat.
 
His hips moved with little resistance from her body, the suit made it just enough so it was real, not making her throat so open it was like jamming it into some pussy toy or anything. It had the right tightness, the right clenching and muscle control. "Thats it...come on moan more," he mumbled hungrily, he wiped his mouth as even a little bit of spittle slipped down his lower lip for a moment. It was clear this would be her life, men drooling over her while she serviced them in any which way. The suit stimulated her more and more, making her thighs drenched with fluids a bit. It was fortunate for her, as he was also drawing closer to his own release. His sack was tightening even more, no longer bumping against her chin as he thrust in and out of her mouth.

"Mmmm...oh....so close.....make sure not to....spill a drop," he commanded her. Of course his wishes would be fullfilled thanks to that lovely device now bonding to her very nerves. His hips pumping harder and faster, her face bobbing to and from the base of his cock.
 
Her lips tightened around his cock, forming a seal that would prevent even the slightest bit of his cum to escape her mouth as her tongue darted across his flared head, licking and tasting the globs of precum which dripped from the tip as her head bobbed back and forth with increased speed in time with his thrusts. She could hardly restrain the tears which flowed from her eyes, the humiliation of being forced to suck this repulsive man's cock and bring him to orgasm through her actions welling up to a breaking point within her. She couldn't take it any longer, but the suit guided her actions, forcing her to continue pleasuring him. His word was law, and she could do nothing to resist his will.

The anticipation of receiving his semen caused her sex to dampen further and demand attention, her right hand reaching down and stroking her soaked crevice in order to release some of her pent-up desire which raged through her against her own will. How could she be so turned on by this? it was so wrong, yet at the same time it felt so good to her body which nearly demanded his attention. How could she ever escape this horrible fate that awaited her, to be constantly fucked by men she never knew relentlessly through the night and be forced to take their cum in whatever orifice they desired to release inside?
 
Her thoughts would have to wait, for the moment he was about to burst. "yes...oh....fuck...yeah!" he grunted grabbing hand fulls of her hair and forcing her mouth down onto his shaft. There was little warning save from his own noises and the slight twitching of his shaft. It was only a moment though before he released, his seed gushing out within her mouth. It seemed like quiet a substantial amount, perhaps he enjoyed the new toys a bit too much, or perhaps bussiness had been slim and he was very pent up. Regardless of the reason each spurt filled her mouth and throat, her sealed lips keeping her from spilling, though the amount filled her cheeks even a bit.

"Oh....yeah that it....drink it down..." he said still gently thrusting in and out of her mouth as he stimulated himself so every drop was emptied into her gullet.
 
Alisa felt his member twitch, followed by the inevitable release of his seed, pulse after pulse of the thick fluid filling her mouth with a distinctly bitter taste as her throat struggled to swallow it all as he released himself inside her, thrusting a few times to make sure she drained every last drop from him. Her stomach was filled with his seed, but even as she pulled back from him she made sure to not even miss a small bit, pumping his shaft a few times to make sure it was all squeezed out before allowing the tip to leave her mouth. It made her feel sick, the warmth of his freshly released seed inside of her doing little to offer her comfort, that she had just performed such an act with this man, a man that she didn't even know the name of.

"Are you done?" she looked up at him expectantly, although her words where laced with venom. The day she learned to fight against the strength of the suit would be the day she killed him...
 
He grinned, her words where like ice, ice in the form of a blade trying to plung itself into his chest, but there was no fighting for her. It would be a shame to see that fighting spirit vanish, but it was always a treat to see how each girl turned out. Some accepted it faster then others, some didn't fight and simply gave in right off the bat, others fought for months only to become just as pathetic as the rest. Her suite was a newer model though, designed to make the transition, more.....realistic.

"For now my dear...though.....your not by any means," he told her. Though she would not know it, she had been in here for some time. Tonight would be her first debut to the world of underground prostitution, also tonight was when a particular regular normally came. "For now.....you can decide on how you wish to present yourself...of course...anything to conservative...may be met with some punishment," he replied. In otherwords he said if she tried to cover up the suite would simply punish her, by pleasure or pain or even both. So if anything he was forcing her to dress like a slut for the wrld, the suite would shift and make her attire for the evening like it usually would.
 
Her initial desire was to be dressed as she had been before this entire ordeal had fallen upon her, but of course that wouldn't satisfy this sadistic man and his perverse intentions. Instead, she turned her thoughts to how much she could reveal to be enticing yet without fully exposing her breasts and sex for any passer-by to catch a glimpse. She wouldn't stoop so low to avoid this so-called punishment. She wouldn't be made into a boi-fused toy for men to make use of as they willed...

The suit molded and reformed around her until it settled in a form similar to a sports bra and a tiny, tight pair of athletic shorts which showed off the smooth curve of her butt and dug slightly into her tight crevice. Placing her hands onto her hips and standing up, she cast another poisoned glance toward the man, her handler as it were, "Is this fine? If so, get the hell out of here and leave me in peace..."
 
Of course the suit could not tell what was sexy, slutty, or modest like a normal human being could. Her little design indeed fitted the suits perameters and unless he inflicted punishment himself it would not. He hiwever would not, instead allowing her the small bit of comfort, after all she would not be getting much of it. "Good enough...a lack of creativity, but not too surprising for a virgin," he replied, in a way that it was an obvious insult to her own person.

"You have two hours before curtians so to speak...why not prepare yourself," he suggested leaving her. She could pleasure herself if she wanted, after all she had gotten no real release, or she could think of how much she hated him, regardless what she did he would know, as the suit would remember it all.
 
Although the lingering arousal within her body had not diminished in the slightest, Alisa didn't even consider pleasuring herself when faced with such a time frame. Within two hours her virginity would be stolen away, by some complete and utter stranger. She began to frantically consider her options. Even if she escaped, she would likely be recaptured and returned as lost property by anyone who found her, and they had doubtless placed some sort of tracking device in her suit so unless she found some way of removing it from her body there wouldn't be any point to running away. It had practically become one with her by this point, however, and it had penetrated the deepest parts of her mind and body, making removing it of her own volition impossible as well. Thus, she was back where she started, unable to think of a way to escape her fate of being raped and abused by whatever man happened to drop by the sex parlor that afternoon, unaware that her handler had someone special in mind for her that afternoon.

She ended up spending most of the time sleeping, resting her mind and giving herself a few well-needed moments of relaxation after being stressed out for such an extended period of time. The headaches from the constant strain were already starting to make themselves known, and the last thing she needed was some other form of pain to distract her from her current predicament. The "client" had to enter the room in some way or another and he wasn't expecting her to resist his advances as she was supposed to be a mechanical sex slave, so perhaps she could knock him out or something as soon as he appeared.
 
The suit would compel her to walk to the door when the time was right. Her body would of course be on display to the many men that would be present. It was not a simple exchange of cash, no it was a bidding war for her. After all she was the new girl, even a suite could not remake her virginity, it could simulate it but once the real thing was gone no other man could "laim" that prize anymore, even if they wished to fake it.

"Now gentleman," her owner announced, the men before them all wore some form of facial mask, perhaps to also hide there identities in case anyone was a cop or undercover snitch. "Let the bidding begin." As he announced this, the suit would compell her to be more attractive. It flaunt her assets before the men, in anyway possible to make them spend there money on her. It was clear many of these men where of a higher class, there attire and the amount of moey willing to be spent was certian.
 
Alisa's body began to move of its own accord, first pacing back and forth a bit while twisting her hips and running her hands up and down her sides along her smooth, soft skin that was just begging to be grasped, giving them a nice look over the form of her entire body. She then turned directly toward the line of masked men before her and proceeded to slide her hands up toward her breasts, cupping them in the palms of her hands as she molded the soft flesh between her fingertips, giving them a visual sample of their texture and softness.

After some time, she then laid down onto her back and lifted her hips up with her legs, shoulder blades on the floor as she arched her back upward and gave them a nice view of her womanly lips, the part about her that they were doubtless the most curious. She reached down and spread the petals of her flower, letting them get a look at the product that they were doubtless furiously bidding over.
 
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