A Hornification class, Part II

Marian laughed: “Don’t quite see the advantages of a programmable machine, eh? Well, let me just show you, and you’ll understand…”

She took the mouse and started clicking away in a complex app full of buttons, sliders, and graphs, explaining to us what she was doing: “I’m just creating a very basic pattern here. I’m starting with two mid-speed thrusts, lets say 100 TPM… the first is depth 15, and the second depth 12…. Then I add a 300 millisecond pause, followed by a very deep and fast thrust, 180 TPM, depth 25 in a bite-style mode… and finally, another deep one but very slow this time… just 30 TPM, and in insertion-only mode, so she really feels it pushing inside. “

She clicked the “repeat” button in the ribbon of the app, and then “Run”. The machine started to play the pattern she had just entered - but for real now, straight into Patty’s slit. She merely moaned at the first two thrusts, but gasped loudly when the hard third thrust hit her hard; but she had no room to recover before the tenaciously slow, long, filling up that started immediately after, pushing in on her for a full two seconds. When the cycle completed, it just started over again: two wake-up strokes, a violent deep stab, and the long filler to complete the pattern.

Kate, one bench back, had the advantage of being able to adjust a bit to the steady, pulsating repetition of the same basic move, and even though her pussy took the full weight of a hefty banging, it was possible to water it down, to transform the motion into a sense of vibration rather than actual thrust. Though it obviously still was a hornifying treat, it didn’t send her rushing into her O, there was a way to evade the urgency and go along with the repetition of the flow.

But for Patty, it was completely impossible to accommodate and incorporate the breaks and variances of this devious **** on her pussy. Even though the cycle of repetition was less than five seconds, it was impossible for her to change it into a buzz. Two drives, one violent blow, one slow filler - delivered right into the core of her sex, time after time again. It carried her up in one straight line - and without any relapses, drove her to an O, in less than two minutes, struggling and twisting in her bondage.

But that was no reason at all for Marian to switch off the machine, or even relent it just slightly. As Patty came down from her high, the machine just kept ramming its pattern into her - two drives, a hard hammer, and a long plugger. On the receiving end of that, Patty didn’t manage to come down very much at all. We watched in fascination as, in a matter of seconds, the persevering clone picked her up again, started rehornifying her, and dragging her right back to the place she just came from.

Marian smiled at us and said: “She’ll cum again in a few minutes… and after that, again, and again, and again, until she is too exhausted. Then the machine will just keep fucking her until class is over, while she can do nothing but hang in her chains and take it. “

In a timid and impressed voice, it was Sarah who dared to ask the question which was on all our minds: “How can you make her cum so much? Aren’t we supposed to abstain? “

“Eventually, yes,” Marian replied, “you’ll learn to fight what seems irrepressible now… how you can take the power of the machine without drifting off into the O. But you’re just novices… you need to train hard to get there. But don’t worry. This is a hornification class, not a discipline one. There are no punishments for now, just brace yourself for the tempest that rides you!”

I shivered when she explicitly looked at me when she beckoned the remainder of the class along to the next machine. There was no escape any longer; it was my turn to get set up at the next machine. It wasn’t one where the girl lied down on a bunk bed; instead, she showed me how to straddle the casing of the machine, like a horse. I had to tiptoe to allow the clone to enter my slit, which was rising almost vertically up from the saddle; then my feet could return to the floor as my body sagged down on it. She quickly secured my ankles, then bound my hands to a horizontal bar which was then raised by a hoist towards the ceiling, stretching my arms upwards. I was standing upright now, helplessly bound in a big X shape, with the machine waiting and ready between my thighs.

As she was handling the straps and buckles which further tied me in place for the fuck to come, she said: “Well, it is your first class, so I won’t put you on a program just yet. Just a straightforward bang, like Kate. Let’s see how you respond to that, shall we?”

I don’t think I responded very well at all. Even before the clone actually started moving, just stinging up inside me, I could feel the pink haze coming over me already, grabbing my cunt in a warm and tight grip. The anticipation, probably. Then Marian twisted a knob, and the machine started fucking me from below. It wasn’t a very fast fuck, not at first, but it felt incredibly massive. The clone vacated me, to the point where it almost shoved out of my slit completely; but then it turned around, mercilessly driving its volume and weight back into my pussy.

I must have wailed, but I really didn’t register that myself, as I was too busy getting to terms with the brutal invasion of my defenseless cunt. Every second I thought that this harsh intruder couldn’t possibly drive any deeper into me; and every next second I realized that, in fact, it could.

The sensation was incomparable. Even though it was just a machine, it felt as if a foreign entity, with a will of its own, was taking possession of me. _I am just a carrier of pussy… and my pussy is just a sheath for cock,_ it flashed through my mind. The thought led to a different kind of stab to my pussy - the hungry one, the horny one, the oh my god this feels so good one. The one that made me all wobbly and prickly, the one that made me want to surrender. The one that juiced up my pussy to welcome the marauder.

This first thrust inwards must have taken something like ten seconds, though it felt like a century… but it finally reached the end of its tether. Marion left it there for a minute, giving my body the room to adjust to the foreign object which splitted me wide open. Even in my stiletto heels I had to tiptoe, and most of the weight of my body rested on that clone. It felt as if I was flying, being catapulted into the stratosphere.

Marian finally reversed the thrust and the clone departed me. I heaved as the tension diminished - yet I also knew, it was just a temporary thing. In my hazy head, the retreating clone whispered to me: “I’ll be back… you just wait… I’m coming for you again…”

And he wasn’t wrong. When there was just a mere inch of the rod inside me, Marion reversed the course, and the clone invaded me for the second time. On the one hand, my body was prepared for the sensation now and had some idea of how to deal with another raid on my virtue; and I had produce more juice to ensure a smoother entry. On the other hand, Marion had significantly increased the speed of this second thrust. The clone drove into me like a piston, pushing aside all resistance as if it wasn’t even there. It left me gasping as the shaft pierced me, without the slightest hesitation in the application of its mechanical power.

The third one came even faster than that, and the fourth faster than that, as Marion turned the main knob of the machine’s control, until the individual thrusts started to blend together, like the single cranks of an ancient steam locomotive merging into a driving train.

“Ninety TPM,” Marian announced from somewhere far outside the bubble of my coping and hornifying head. Just me and the relentless rod were inside that bubble, banging away at my maiden pussy.

I vaguely registered Marian and the few remaining girls moving on to the next machine, but it was completely irrelevant to the vehement struggle I was fighting.

Or rather, losing. You didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to realize what was happening - this jarring drive sent me rocketing off to an O in a straight and imperative line without any room for delays or detours. Somewhat shocked, I realized I’d cum in a matter of minutes - which meant, just at the start of the class, with hours still left to go. I looked to the side, where Patty was haplessly squirming through yet another O, unwittingly whimpering… it couldn’t be possible! It was so hard to take the machine in an uncum pussy; how on earth would it feel to have it knocking away with all vigor into the tender pussy flesh of post-O? I had personally witnessed how it would start the string - after each O, being dragged right along to the next one, and the next one… and my powers of resistance waning with each release, till I was nothing but a dribbling **** to the machine, hanging in my chains like a bag of flour… I couldn’t let that happen! I suddenly saw a glimmer of what the Institute wanted from me… and it surely didn’t want me to be that. There was pride in being ridden, unfulfilled, and fight the urge when the power was strongest… before that first, shattering O, where the will was broken and the spiral couldn’t be retired from anymore! I would fight this battle now, and get fucked by this machine as hard as it wanted to, without drifting off into O!