Enter Ashara

Maya’s world had become an endless haze of pleasure, chasing and circling in an infinite pattern. Throbbing waves of heat swept across her naked skin. Tendrils of sensation twisted about her, filling her every moment, her every motion, her every thought.

It was a kind of agonised ecstasy; a kind of generalised pleasure where individual parts of her body had long since blurred together. Her pussy, her clit, Her breasts. They’d all merged into one solid wall of feeling. Become an ocean of stimulation into which she was sinking deeper and deeper.

Bound, she could only jerk. The surging waves broke against her like a tide, like a current in the great ocean which tossed her like a helpless vessel caught in a storm. Her frantic gasps filled the dark room; bouncing off the strange metal walls in the tight prison cell.

She was captive, collared. Kneeling on the cold bulkhead. The mag-locks on her cuffs kept her arms twisted behind her back. The pad on which she knelt locked her legs in place the same way. A thin, metal limb raised up, pressing between her legs until it was inches from her clit.

It was sparking with electricity. Screaming, saw-toothed lightning played across her most sensitive area, battering her and leaving her gasping and wailing.

Her mind - when she could manage to think at all - was awhirl with confusion. Dread, lust and shame. How could this be happening to her? Why wasn’t it stopping? She’d cum so many times! The machine didn’t just stimulate her clit, but also her breasts and her pussy. Sometimes, it was soft and gentle, giving her a deep and pleasurable buzz. Sometimes, it was sharp and urgent, blasting her until she was a mewling, soaking mess.

But it never stopped, and she never stopped cumming. Her mind reeled. She should have hit her limit by now. Why was it that she couldn’t stop? Why was it that it kept going?

How could one woman feel this good?

The tingling waves danced across her clit, cruel and slow. The alien toy that had been inserted into her pussy buzzed, vibrating madly between her lower lips. Her eyes rolled back and she whimpered.

“I-I’m a soldier of the Terran defence ****! I’m a soldier-I-I’m a soldier of-”

Her voice cut off, **** into mangled gasps. A rictus of ecstasy pounded through her. She was so hot and tight, she was going to cum again!

How did it feel to cum like this? Her body was tight, her muscles coiled like iron serpents. Under her skin, her tendons were steel wires. Her pale skin was slicked with sweat, and her light brown-blonde hair was tangled and wild.

Pumping, throbbing waves invaded her body. Heat and wetness surged through her in alternate intervals. Her chest rose and fell, and as her eyes caught sight of her nipples, she felt another surge of shame.

They had been pierced.

The aliens had pierced her!

A metal barbell ran through each one, still sore from the insertion. They had used some kind of cream to augment her healing, but it still hurt. Worse, they’d done something else to her too. She was more sensitive. Not just her nipples, but also her clit which-

Fuck!

Maya thrashed. A crackling bolt of electricity earthed itself in her most delicate place. It carved through her like a blade, sharp and cold with evil pleasure. It impaled her, straddling the line between ecstasy and ****.

She wriggled.The sounds of her heaving breaths filled the darkness. She’d been a captive only for a few days but already could feel herself breaking down.

“I have to fight…”

Her voice was soft, low and weak.. But hearing anything at all steadied her nerves, It reminded her of who she was.

But fight for what? It was over. She’d been captured. The whole unit had been captured. She remembered the rippling explosions; the throaty bark of the alien weapons as they tore through hardened positions like they were clay. She remembered James shouting to her, tossing her a clip as the door came crashing down.

Then, she was here. Naked, alone. Bound to this machine by magnetic locks. Trapped in orgasmic torment.

Her clit had been pierced.

Her fucking clit!

Fat tongues of blue crackled across her pussy. The orgasm tore through her, but this time, the stimulation didn’t shut off. It kept going, the charge building and building. She tried to twist away but her restraints held her fast. Her cries were low at first, but growing louder and louder, desperation mounting upon itself, the static earthed in the piercings which adorned her clitoris and her nipples.

It was agony.

It was ecstasy.

It was complete and utter submission to know that this cold machine could play her body like an instrument. Maya jerked and convulsed, shaking violently as she approached her limit.

It was going to stop now, wasn’t it? It had to stop now! She couldn’t take much more!

But it was still going. Still building. Static tongues licked and caressed her, driving into her most sensitive areas until her explosive orgasm was followed by a second, then a third, then a fourth.

Why wouldn’t it stop?!

Suddenly, just when she felt sure that she was doomed to exist like this forever, the power cut. Not just the electricity, but also the **** which bound her collar and cuffs. Maya collapsed forward. The floor was hard and cold; the machine which had been tormenting her pulled back, folding itself into the wall with a whirring of gears and moving parts. Even the toy which had been inside of her was removed and stowed.

Maya couldn’t think. Her pussy throbbed, her clit tingled, the increased sensitivity made even the gentle caress of the wind a **** she could barely endure.

There came a swishing sound. The smooth, graceful opening of a metal door. A shaft of light touched her for the first time in days. Maya groaned, blinking as a figure entered the room. One of the aliens.