It could go better

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

It’s a music room, full of instruments like a piano, a few brass instruments, and even a couple guitars. Can Surge really play all of these? You don’t really know anything about caring for instruments but you’ve heard it’s very specific, so you’ll leave those alone. As for cleaning the table in the back, well…

You’re so glad no one will ever see you doing this. You place a cloth beneath your butt, then propel yourself across the surface with your legs, wiggling your ass as you go to make sure you get a little more coverage. This is so embarrassing. You’d be mortified if another maid walked in and saw you. Speaking of which, where are the other maids?

Putting that thought aside, you’re ready to empty the trash can and move on to the next room. But as soon as you touch it with your movement-impaired hands…

*click-click*

Again!? Robotic arms emerge from the floor and grab your ankles while some strange pulley system pops out of the ceiling. While you try to struggle free, another robotic arm extends from the ceiling to pull the front of your maid panties forward, and a string is dropped inside. Inspecting the string, you see it’s lined with small plastic beads. Oh no… You struggle harder, but it’s impossible to make progress with your arms glued to your sides. The arm sticks itself into the back of your panties, retrieves the string it deposited, and pulls it back up to the pulley system, leaving the string stuck neatly between your lower lips. With its preparations complete, the machine turns on, and the string begins running endlessly across your entrance with the beads now vibrating.

“Shoot shoot shoot…” you mutter as your body immediately starts lubricating the string, doing away with all friction and leaving nothing but slick pleasure running along your pussy. Having failed with brute ****, you examine the room for something you can use but find nothing of note. Your only option is to call for help. “Gre- EYYYY?”

Suddenly, a larger vibrator than the others appears on the wire, and gets pulled up with **** against your nethers. You attempt to call for Grey again, but the same thing repeats itself, your cunt getting a sudden buzz of pleasure at another inopportune time. Before you can think about a third try, the contraption settles into a rhythm of stronger vibes every few seconds, and the constant smaller vibrations in between keep you from bracing yourself or preparing for it in any way. Soon it sounds like you’re singing a lewd chorus as you raise your voice to the beat of the machine’s pattern, your pussy leaking liberally the whole time.

Before you’ve even adjusted to that pattern, it suddenly switches directions on you! You let out a long moan and your knees go weak at the abrupt change in stimulation. You try to draw a deep breath and regain your composure so- “Ahhhhh!” you cry as it changes directions again. Your legs start to give out as the direction changes again and again, forcing you to rest more of your weight on the wire. This only works against you, as it makes the larger vibrators grind against your clit.

“Gr- *AHHH!* Hey G- *FUCK* Help MEEEEE!!!!” Your distressed wailing isn’t really intelligible, but it’s loud enough that she’ll hear it, right? Grey will definitely save you, right?

Your treatment goes on for minutes, your legs having given out entirely, placing your entire weight on the inescapable buzzing wire. You’re holding your breath as your pussy keeps clenching involuntarily, as if threatening to orgasm the instant you breathe out. Finally you reach the end of your rope, and you exhale simultaneously with a buzzing vibe digging itself deep into your clit. It’s more than your pussy can take.

A fountain of girlcum rushes out of you, redundantly lubricating the already soaking wet wire and ground beneath you. You hardly manage to draw a breath before a nonstop moan is dragged out of you, changing pitch and volume as if being conducted by the oscillating device. “Grey, Grey, Grey, AHHHH!!!” you cry, being held up by nothing more than the vibrators assailing your crotch as you grace the music room with your lustful song.

Your voice is somewhat hoarse by the time your orgasm has died down and the contraption has retreated back into the ceiling and floor. You collapse to the ground, catching your breath and idly wondering what in the world just happened to you. At least you got to treat the music room to your beautiful singing voice…