Further submission

As the probe descended, its gel-coated tip sparkled under the laboratory lights, casting an eerie glow on Samus's trembling form. A faint tremor ran through her body as the device made contact with her exposed flesh, the metal's chill seeping into her skin. A soft, anguished whine escaped her muzzle as the probe's gentle pressure deepened, the gel leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

The operator's gloved hand continued to soothe Samus's flank, her touch a stark contrast to the mechanical device's deliberate invasion. "Let go, dear," she whispered, her voice a gentle, persuasive melody. "Allow the procedure to progress."

Samus's legs quivered, her hooves scraping against the floor in a futile bid for freedom as the probe's rhythmic pulses synchronized with the AI's distant, chiming instructions. The sound sent a shiver coursing through her frame, her eyes darting wildly as she struggled to reconcile her body's surrender with the turmoil brewing within her mind.

The operator's smirk deepened as her fingers danced over the restraints in a mocking gesture. Samus's breath caught in her throat, the padded cuffs now digging into her fur, the pressure a hair's breadth from becoming unbearable. "All secure," the woman murmured, her gloved hand administering a series of slow, measured strokes along Samus's flank in sadistic mockery.

A shiver coursed through Samus as the probe's tip pulsed with a gentle, insistent rhythm. The operator's free hand drifted up to the base of her equine ears, her fingers tracing a soothing pattern that sent a contradictory spark of tension through Samus's hind leg. The conflicting sensations left her feeling trapped and ****, her mind struggling to reconcile the dual desires for resistance and surrender.

"Just let go.. give in.. simply enjoy. It's what you are made for after all" the equine woman cooed in her twitching ear.

As the restraints constricted, the padding dug deeper into Samus's flesh, eliciting a muffled cry from her throat. The operator's warm breath caressed her ear, her voice a gentle whisper. "Almost there, darling. Just a bit more." Her fingers were dancing along Samus's spine, tracing the tremors that coursed through her body. The probe's pulsing rhythm intensified, its gel-coated tip spreading a warm, tingling sensation through her core.

Samus's legs thrashed wildly, her hooves scraping against the floor in a futile bid for freedom. Her tail whipped back and forth, its frantic twitches a testament to her growing distress.

The machine's hum deepened, its vibrations resonating through her body as the operator's soothing words seemed to weave a dark, hypnotic spell around her.

The operator's grip grew firm, her fingers closing around Samus's flank with a sudden, possessive intensity. The sweetness in her voice curdled, giving way to a low, menacing whisper that sent a shiver coursing through Samus's frame. "Resistance is... stimulating," she hissed, her breath a cold caress against Samus's ear.

SLAP.

A sharp slap on her ass was enough to send her over the edge, her legs quivering with need and frightful obedience.

As the probe delved deeper, its pulsing rhythm harmonised with the AI's detached, melodic instructions. The gel coating Samus's inner walls had transitioned from a soothing coolness to a scorching heat, igniting a fire that spread through her core with alarming rapidity. Her thighs quivered, hooves scraping against the floor in a **** bid for traction as the chair tilted her further forward, leaving her utterly **** and exposed. Another clamp secured her tail out of the way to fully expose her nethers for the operator to admire.