Enter the Machine (Sharub x RapeWorld)

Her dark eyes felt tired and dry, continuously fluttering, betraying her otherwise active stance to whoever would just look at her; another long day was about to come to an end, the last steps over the concrete walkway feeling like of victory after a long marathon lasted the whole burdensome day. With a sigh, she closed the door on her back, closing her eyes and slowly realizing that it was done. All done. And all she will do for the next hours will be solely for her relaxation and for her own good, no more studies... no more part time tasks... no more weightlifting in an overcrowded gym... and the thought of a warm, sweet, shower made her melt on the spot, she had to master her willpower just to move few more steps in the dimly lit apartment.

Minutes passed like a football-ball kicked away, making her feeling that her life wasn't really going to be enjoyed, tired of following a task right after the other, barely having the time to come home, take a shower, eat something, relax a little on her bed before slumping in a restorating sleep and then repeat it all again. Lost in her thoughts, she stopped in front of the full-figure mirror in the bathroom, caressing its surface and let the steam of the shower to trickle down the glass, slowly, as she continued to wipe the mirror, her face appeared. Long corvine hairs that encased a slender face, almond-shaped emerald eyes that seemed to shone in contrast with her tanned skin, thin lips tightly moving in a satisfied grin as her slender fingers removed the steam from the mirror, admiring her young, pert breasts, loving the way her body maintained her fat-tissue alive, with her dark nipples sitting on top of her gravity-defying breasts even if her body, toned and proper of a trained gym-girl. She felt almost entranced by that sight, somewhat narcisistic held her eyes glued to her own reflex, until a slow ache crept from her feets and rose to her knees, transforming that satisfied grin into a grimace of discomfort and tiredness.

Grabbing one of her blended-food she prepared in the morning, Diane walked with her naked body still dripping with warm drops of water around the home, skipping the un-tidy blocks of paper and the discarded clothes scattered everywhere, giving the appearance of a post-thief home, and, with her cold drinkable-dinner in her hand, she dreamt of her bed in a dream-like daze, needing... desiring the fresh bedsheets to stick against her warm, tired body, almost feeling it to caress her, with a few gulps, the dinner was done and with a smile and a groan, the tanned girl lied there, spread-eagle on her bed, feeling her soap-scented skin being dried by the cotton sheets, cursing herself for feling her head already giving up and slowly, yet abruptly falling into a well-deserved rest...

Diane would not be allowed the rest she so desperately wanted. As she went about her home, ignorant of the powers that be, unseen gears were turning. By the time she threw her naked body on her bed, it was already too late. She would never be able to go back to her old, busy life. It had been determined that her body was needed elsewhere. And so, as she laid with her eyes closed and guard down, a panel opened in her floor at the foot of her bed. Two mechanical arms silently raised out and hung over her. Through the panels, one could only see darkness, which seemed to contradict what was actually below her home. The first sign offered to her that something was wrong was the subtle touch of cold metal around her ankles as the mechanical arms gripped them. Their grasp was gentle, but they were strong so Diane could never hope of fighting against the machine's power. And it was a lifeless machine, uncaring of any panicked cried for help she might raise.

The arms lifted her ankles up and back. Further and further it forced her legs until she was folded in half and the arms locked her ankles to her wrists beside her shoulders. Leaving the metal cuffs behind to restrain her, the arms retracted into the floor out of sight and the panel closed. For a few moments, it almost seemed like the world had gone back to normal, except that Diane was contorted into an awkward position on her bed.

As she was forced to stare up at the ceiling, another bit of impossible movement caught her eye. Another panel opened in the ceiling, this time giving her a glimpse into the darkness behind it. There was no way these machines could be stored in the floors, walls, and ceiling of her home, and yet the knowledge that this was impossible did nothing to help her out of this all-too-real predicament. A thick metal pole slide downward toward her with a claw on the end, aligned perfectly with her stomach. It pressed against her soft skin and the claw closed around her core. Then it lifted her entire body up off the bed with its powerful hydraulic force, and transported her to an open spot beside her bed. It was like she was neatly compressed into a compact package. The floor opened up beneath her and she was lowered down through the floor, into the darkness. As the floor of her room closed behind her, Diane was forever lost to the life she knew just as the light of her room disappeared and she was left in pitch black.

Her slow, relaxed breathing rythm was the only sound that could have been heard in the whole room, in the whole house as the only owner of that strangely cheap apartment was trying to charge her batteries in order to face another heavy, intense day that will be spent styding, earning a little of money and shaping her body, and in the depths of her sleep, she wouldn't have never imagined that nightmares as real as the one she would soon be dragged into would even be possible, and neither her body would, as the gentle hiss of the panel passed completely ignored past the levels of guard, her body barely reacted to something cold on her feets, sending the simple impulse of moving them ever so slightly, her brain feeling proud that whatever menace was there, was now flying away, rewarding itself with several more hours of sleep. Still, the sensation grew, heavier, thicker, colder. Something was still there, another slight kick of her feet, to no avail. <<...mh? ...wha...>> As the coldness quickly became too real to be ignored and Diane opened her eyes with a tired moan of disbelief, she too realized, with clear mind, that something was crawling on her feets, but as she darted her hand to her side and try to turn on the lights, she barely managed to gasp, feeling her ankles being grabbed, held tightly and then, in the time of a blink and with the strenght enough to feel her spine almost to break, hearing her bones to pop and crack, abruptly stretched and adjusting to her new, imposed position, feeling her ankles connect with her wrist. With her lungs almost pressed and in shock, Diane neither had the chance to scream, but a whispered rattle escaped from her throat. Her brain was in complete shock, part of it still believing living in a nightmare, sure that sooner or later some other part will end that and she will wake in a sea of cold, fear-filled sweat; But it was so real. So real she felt her legs painfully stretched back, the back of her knees hurting like never in her athletic memories, her back was forced to stand in that awkward, painful position, sinking into the softness of the bed.

She felt already like fainting, not choking on her own due to a primal, unavoidable sparkle of survivalism that forced her to inhale heavily, feeling her chest press against her legs as other rattles, screams in her mind, kept being emitted, in the darkness of the night, she managed to see the dark shadow of something crawling from the ceiling, as her eyes fogged for the tears of shock, she felt something grabbing her by the waist, following by a metalling, machine-like sound, followed by the excruciating pain of her whole body tensing and stretching outward natural boundaries "...wh...what... n-nightmare!?"

Diane was lowered deeper and deeper underground. The only glimpses she could catch through the darkness were of complicated and unintelligible machinery in every direction. Whatever this facility was, it was massive. Finally she came to a stop and the mechanical arms delicately unwrapped her body now that she was at her destination. Her wrists and ankles were held far apart so she was caught spread eagle in a standing position. A new machine was brought close and a scanning reticle passed over her entire body. As it scanned her breasts, a nearby screen lit up and displayed information.

"Necessary Alteration:

• Breast Enlargement
• Lactation Induction
• Breast Sensitivity Heightening"

The screen was positioned so she could read it, but it was tilted at on off angle making it seem as if the screen wasn't intended for her to read. She was just a cog in the machine now, and the fact that she could gleam a hint of what was to come was coincidental. The machine was not concerned with letting her know. The scanning reticle lowered and passed over her crotch and two more items were added to the list.

"Necessary Alteration:

• Breast Enlargement
• Lactation Induction
• Breast Sensitivity Heightening
• Pussy Sensitivity Heightening
• Permanent Pubic Hair Removal"

The reticle moved behind her and ran up and down her back. One final item was added to the list:

• Anal Sensitivity Heightening

A crescent shaped machine was lifted to the curve of her crotch and Diane could feel heat emanating from it. After a few seconds, it pulled away, revealing that her pubic hair was gone and her skin was perfectly smooth. "Permanent Pubic Hair Removal" disappeared from the list and then the screen flashed red.

"Transport to Breast Alteration"

The mechanical arms folded her body back up and she was whisked away into the darkness again, apparently being brought to the machine that would alter her breasts to match the machine's unknown purposes.

Diane's breath was caught short each time her lungs tried to expand, her ribcage pressed against her knees, adding a crushing sense of air-denial to the shock of that way-too-alive nightmare that brought her from the warmth and safety of her room, to the cold and terryfing hissing of that being that so abruptly and so efficiently caught her in her sleep. Her mind went blank, fear, shock and the very instinct to take a deep breath only to feel your lungs expanding the very little bit to allow her not to faint; her shocked eyes followed the occasional flashes or small lights and all she saw were cold steely walls, cogs and machines like never in her life she had seen or neither imagined.

Finally, the machine stopped, allowing the athletic girl to resum an human stance. When her ankles were untied from her wrists, she took a loud, deep breath, choking and gagging, feeling her lungs to inhale the rather fresh air of the facility, her whole body aching, her muscles burning and tensing. <<...what is going on!? ...l-let me go! HELP! HELP!>> her voice seemed to echo in the emptyness of the darkness that kept sorrounding the nearby area, immediately realizing that it was no use <<...no...>> tears formed in her eyes as she was moved again against her will, with her limbs again painfully tugged aside, holding her in place like a trophy. She gasped while taking sharp breaths trough gritted teeths, eyes following a new machine-like thing that flickered in front of her eyes, then, with a light buzz, she saw her whole body being covered by luminous reticles, immediately after, she heard the machine to click. Writings... datas... appeared in front of her eyes, still, fogged by her tears, she didn't managed to understand its meaning, same when the machine rotate and hummed away, out from her sight, feeling a strange feeling on her behinds.

<<...let me go... please...>> pleaded her again sobbing, tears running down her naked body. Diane's eyes widened in fear, the sound of metal echoed in the air, making her to move her head nervously, trying to spot what was emitting that sound, eventually, she noticed another machine, another tube, guiding a device that slowly but unavoidably moved from between her legs and kept going on <<NOoo! S-stay away! HELP!>> when the cup touched her crotch, the girl gasped and emitted a defeated mewl, feeling an incredible heat, strangely without pain, but when the machine left her skin with an hiss, even without the clear sight, she saw her crotch almost shining under the dim light realizing that her muff was removed.

She was yet to fully realize what the machine did to her, that the mechanical limbs holding her in that position begun to hiss, buzz and shift. Again her wrists were tied together, her legs once again tied by the ankles, and with a last, terrible hiss, she was again folded on herself. Again the terrible feeling of suffucation, the terrible pain radiating from her back and stretched legs and knees, adding more fear to the disorientating mix brewin in her head.

It did not take as long to get to her new destination as it did for her to be initially brought into this place. Now that she was inside the machine, everything was closer together. When she came to a stop, she was tilted backward so her back was flat against a surface. A metal band snapped up around her neck, holding her head back against the table. Her ankles and wrists were untied from each other, but the arms still held her hands down. Her legs slowly unfurled, but stopped when her feet were pointed straight up into the air. Instead of continuing to lower her legs straight down, her legs were pulled in opposite directions until she was doing the splits with her crotch up in the air and her pussy pointed straight up. This uncomfortable position is how she was held for the entire process.

A device was lowered onto Diane's chest. It cupped her small breasts tightly. Then three canisters of different fluids were brought to hang above her body. Finally, a hose was lowered until it was inches from her upturned womanhood. Two mechanical fingers spread her pussy lips apart so the hose could slide inside easily. Then the canisters emptied into her pussy, depositing their creamy fluids deep inside of her. The hose was removed but her position didn't allow a single drop to escape her hole. One last device was brought to her. It looked like a complicated mechanical cork. It was shoved inside and spun in until it was locked firmly in place. Immediately Diane felt a small finger protrude from the cork into her pussy and begin to mix the fluids inside her. It was using her pussy as a container to mix the liquids together and create a new potion.

The machine reconfigured itself so the cork was removed and a hose with a dildo on the end shoved into her pussy. The hose led straight into the device on her chest. The dildo began moving up and down inside her, slowly at first but then faster and faster in an effort to make her have an orgasm. Once she did, it would begin sucking the new fluid out of her pussy and pump it directly into the machine currently cupping her breasts. To help her achieve a climax, the cups began to grope and fondle her breasts, even tweaking her nipples to stimulate her more.

Diane felt her body moving, not with her eyes, but feeling a subtle breeze passing over her body. Again, darkness ocupied the area around her, except for dim lights, coldly reminishing of operating machines. She gasped when a cold surface appeared on her back, shivering, she found the hissing machine to mover her limbs again, finally able again to breathe, the athletic girl gagged and gasped, coughed and choked, silently, she tried to understand what was going on, before yelping in surprise, feeling her wrists being moved in a more comfortable position, but her legs felt in an awkward position. <<...please.... let me go... i beg you... i won't say anything...>>. A light was turned on, to her despair, seeing her legs being held up-high into the air and slightly parting, wondering why did that machine locked her in such a position. Suddently, she remembered a scene in a movie she saw a few nights before... with the actress holding her legs in that position. The sole thought made her gag, hoping, for a brief moment, that nothing like that would happen.

Mechanical hisses appeared over her head, suddently she saw two cups lowering on her chest, her eyes followed its slow descent with horror and speechless terror, feeling her young, pert and toned breasts being cupped and sealed into that device. Still, it was not everything her eyes noticed past the layer of tears that flowed down her neck. Her whole body tensed, the metal strap holding her neck tightly in place felt almost digging into her skin as she screamed and thrashed at the feeling of something probing her labia, but as soon as she felt her warm flesh to part, barely feeling herself to open up, she saw the device drop into her opened sex. Diane gurgled in shock, raw guttural growl escaped her shocked mind as her eyes, with efforts, saw the liquids to flow into the device, until she felt their slimyness to pour... pool into her sex. She thrashed violently, trying to break free from that hellish cage, but in her efforts, she hadn't noticed that another device replaced the other. Again, something popped against her upturned sex, feeling those fluids to leak into her uterus in slow, slimy, cold drops every now and then, but when she tilted her head, she saw the seal-like tap covering her opening.

She screamed with all the air in her lungs, feeling a rubbery shaft appear into her sex, moving around inside of her, feeling the sloshing and churning of those fluids being mixed into her warm urn, until, with shriek, she felt it to pump in and out of her, like a syringe, slurping the new concotion formed into her vagina, seeing that potion being pumped into transparent pipes above her eyes, following its terryfing descent into the machine over her chest, that, in the meantime, begun to suck her nipples. Shock overwhelmed the girl that, with gritted teeths, felt forced, unwanted and unnatural pleasure appearing from her loins, tensing up in her metallic restraints and slamming her head against the metal table.