LaSalle wants to try something.

“Let me have a crack at it,” Jenny asked.

“I don’t trust it,” Barbieri said. “What if it’s doing more than just extracting?”

Jenny stared deeply at the machine. Something was already churning in her engineering brain. “I want to test something.” She raised and eyebrow and glanced over at Bethan as she asked for permission. “Chief?”

Chief Bethan knew that Jenny was already putting together a theory, so nodded her permission. “Go ahead. But, if there is any hint of trouble, we’re pulling you off!”

Jenny nodded back. With permission granted, the ensign climbed into the porcelain smooth seat I had just occupied. Like it did with me, it conformed to her body. It shifted the seat and armrest down for her smaller frame and the siphoning tendril snaked toward her sexual organ. She gasped as it entered and made a slight shiver. I could see her lips quiver as she started to concentrate.

The tentacle began to undulate as if pumping liquid through its tube. Jenny let out a soft moan as we watched on.

“I don’t see how this is any different from…” Barbieri began.

Bethan raised her hand to quell Barbieri’s thoughts. “Just let her try,”

We all looked on as Jenny concentrated. Her efforts appeared to have paid off as the chair began to morph! It accommodated her desires by reclining forward. Jenny groaned as if trying to lift a large and heavy object. The chair began to sprout more tentacles, these lifted the entire seat up like a four legged creature getting to its feet!

We all stepped back in shock as LaSalle seemed to be controlling the mechanical beast. It leaned forward as if to charge, but then it bucked! Jenny gasped and held on like it was a mechanical bull! It bucked again and swiveled around, almost as if trying to throw her off!

Jenny held on to a freshly morphed out pommel and rode the beast. She gasped and moaned as it bucked wildly, phallus firmly entrenched in LaSalle’s sex. The ride lasted several seconds before Jenny finally gave in and came hard, juicing herself over the bucking beast. The machine absorbed the juices and let her off. She fell to the floor, panting.The collector tentacle wriggled over and lapped up the juices coming out of her as she recovers.

“Jenny, are you alright?” I asked as I kicked away the tendril and helped her sit up.

“Yeah… just.... Need a moment…” she said, all flushed.

I gave her space, but asked, “What did you do to that thing?”

“I could control it!” she said with a self satisfied grin. She tapped her head. “It responded to my thoughts…”

“So, if one of us were able to control it, we could manipulate it into a tool we could use to escape!” Bethan surmised.

“Exactly, sir!” Jenny agreed.

“So… who should be the one to work it?” Barbierri wondered out loud.

It was decided that we’d all take a turn on the device to see who could control it better. Barbierri tried next. She managed to form a leg, but it wasn’t nearly as sustained as Jenny’s was and soon she had orgasmed for her troubles. Bethan was next. She looked uneasy, doing this in front of a crowd. We tried to give her some privacy by politely looking away, but her sexual moans were enough to give away what she was doing. She didn’t last long either and after a guttural moan and satisfied sigh, we waited in awkward silence until she allowed us to look again. She wouldn’t meet any of our gazes as she explained that she got no further than any of us had.

“You should give it another try, Linda,” Jenny said for everyone to hear.

“Why?” I asked.

“You’ve already climaxed, so the desire shouldn’t be so strong anymore, that will help you last longer,” she explained.

“Yeah, but that could be said about all of us,” I countered.

“True,” she conceded, “But you were the one that lasted the longest out of all of us.”

I couldn’t argue with the logic, so reluctantly agreed to climb back in. The seat greeted me warmly, enveloping my body in it’s smooth, viscous form once again. Despite being used by all of us not long ago, it still felt clean and new. Its tentacle slipped up into my opening like a plug finding its port. I exhaled softly as I felt it dig around inside me.

I had to concentrate to keep from being lost in sexual pleasure. Fortunately, this time I had something to focus on. I concentrated on the image of the four legged creature that Jenny had manifested. I pictured the tendrils sprouting out from the chair and forming feet.

“It’s working,” Jenny encouraged.

Next, I imagined the legs picking up the seat like a mount getting to its feet. I felt my body lift and looked around. I was riding the machine like a horse! I was elated at the progress. So elated that the machine responded to my emotions, digging the tentacle deeper inside me and thickening out. I gasped and shuddered! Next, the tentacle pulsated inside me. I gripped the barrel of its body and trembled. The machine knew just how to press my buttons! Soon, I was cumming and moaning until my juices dribbled down the sides of the machine. Moments later, it had absorbed even that and was cleaning me out from the inside.

When I was fully used up, the chair gently lowered me back to the ground where the others tended to me. I was breathing heavily, half listening to their conversation. They were troubleshooting solutions for controlling the machine without it controlling my orgasms. They decided to take turns testing methods for controlling their libido while on the machine. That was fine with me, I was spent and needed to rest.

From Jaquon’s point of view it simply looked like we were complying with his wishes, so he let us be for the night. I woke up intermittently to the sounds of someone on the extractor, doing her best not to cum, but ultimately failing. By the next day, our captor was very pleased when we filled the first canister up from our practice sessions. Pleased enough to give us furnishings like chairs and a table to eat from. Jenny seemed keen on trying to repurpose the new furniture, so we split off into two projects. I was tasked with getting control over the extractor before we arrived on the trader planet.