John’s Destruction

“Tell me dearest, Is this anything like what you imagined when you saw this little black bunnysuit hanging in the shop?”

It was that unknown seductive voice, not Lauren’s, somehow bypassing the earmuffs and directly entering John’s mind. He struggled to focus on the words through the intense sensations of being milked by the machine and pegged by the possessed Lauren simultaneously. What little brain power that could be spared to contemplate the question came to the conclusion that no, being bound and pegged and milked in some magic room by his girlfriend who appeared to be possessed by some magical being, that was not among the things he had imagined. Those spare brain cells managed to formulate an answer but the **** need to cum was overloading every other neuron and there was no chance of responding.

Somehow the voice knew his answer, a knowing laugh like warm honey filling John’s mind. It wasn’t a derisive or cruel laugh, but rather full of affectionate bemusement.

“You mortals have such weak imaginations when it comes to imagining the depths of erotic ecstasy. I like the two of you though, so I’m going to open your eyes to what true pleasure feels like!”

Whatever magical barrier he had been slamming against that stopped him from cumming abruptly gave way. What little fragments of consciousness had been clinging on were blown away as orgasm finally arrived on a tsunami of pent-up energy. Finally his cock could release the load—or more precisely, the milking machine could finally extract it from him! There was no conscious thought about choosing to cum, John’s orgasms were pulled out of him by the ruthless machine. His penis pumped everything it had into the sleeve that sucked on him but it was never satisfied and continued to suck and stroke his cock.

At the same time John was drained by the machine, Lauren’s relentless and energetic pegging continued unabated. John realized that each thrust into his ass somehow was adding…energy? It didn’t make sense, but it was as if the action of being pegged by Lauren was refilling his balls, only for the machine to pull it out of him again in another orgasm.

John screamed and howled through his gag, once more uselessly thrashing in his bindings in a vain attempt to dissipate this sexual (possibly magical?) energy. Instead of the pressure of sexual need being relieved, it was being pumped back into him as fast as he could release it through orgasm.

“Lovely, lovely John, isn’t this better than you could have imagined? You’ve made me more powerful than I have ever been before, feeding me your sexual power ~ And I will reward you, have no fear!”

Telepathic voice or no, there was no remaining conscious thought left in John’s mind. Perhaps after a period of recovery he might regain his mind, but the mysterious being who possessed the bunnysuit wasn’t done feeding on him.