Give up

The combination of fatigue and loneliness hits you hard and you turn around, your will broken.

As you slowly weave through the non-functional traffic you become aware of an unusual sound somewhere nearby. You know that something was following you during the night and had been hoping that it was just some animal, but as the sound grows louder you can tell that it is clearly artificial.

You whip around and search the immediate area. The sound seems to be coming from everywhere at once, yet there is nothing moving. Too late you look up and see it.

A metallic shpere covered in paddle-tipped tentacles is hovering over you. It erratically charges at you a few times and you reach for your taser.

"Just try that again." You mutter, threateningly.

When it approaches again you reach out and try to fry it, but it cleverly bumps into your shoulder, knocking you off balance. Your only real weapon flies out of your hand and slides out of reach. You leap to the ground, **** to recover the taser, but a pair of tentacles wrap around your ankles and lift your bottom half into the air.

As you struggle in the inhuman grip you feel your skirt riding up, the morning sun washes over your exposed panties. The machine pulls your legs apart, you blush as you realise how you must look.

"Hey!" you cry out. "Get away from there!"

SMACK! The machine smacks you on the ass. You recoil from the hit and grasp for something to pull yourself away. SMACK! Another slap. Then another and another. SMACK! SMACK! You realise that you are on the receiving end of a mechanical spanking.

"Stop that!" You plead.

As the punishment continues you start to get used to it, you're even sort of enjoying youself. Your pussy moistens and the juices run up along your body. You let out a grunt with each hit.

"Just. Put. It. In. Me." You beg between slaps.

The machine continues its **** but a smaller tentacle gently slaps you on the pussy. You cry out in shock and it hits you again. Then again. You quickly grow accustomed to the new sensation and start anticipating each hit. As you approach your climax you feel a tiny vibrator press against your clit and you moan in ecstasy. No matter how hard you are spanked neither tentacle misses the next hit and the vibrator keeps itself pressed against your clit.

Eventually you cum so hard that you can't hide your feelings any more. You realise how much you're missed out on all these years and decide to give in and enjoy yourself.