Processing Continues

The rest of the day after that didn't get much better. The machine repeated this performance several times while Dogma watched. The tendrils would caress her body, tease her skin. Her nipples would be buzzed with the tingling static electricity that made her hair stand on end. Lilly would grit her teeth and try to bear it, but it became harder and harder the more she was pushed to the edge. Sometimes the strength of the current would be dialled up so that she would feel a short, sharp shock through her system. When it happened she would start, her body flinching from the sudden stimulation.

The hardest part was the tendril between her legs, though. Once she had calmed down enough it would go back to work on her. It was flexible and intelligent. It knew how to make her moan or gasp. Sometimes, it would stroke her pussy. Rubbing against her vulva in circular motions that made her blink and try to clear her mind of the pleasure they brought. It would tease her and toy with her, using the static field to prick at her skin, to make her gasp or groan even despite her efforts to remain silent. It was as though it knew how to use her body against her, and after a while she realised this was exactly what it did. The machine had learned, was learning from her reactions. Every time it made her gasp or flinch or shudder it recorded it. It knew how to do it again. It moved in certain ways, maximising her stimulation and discarding the worst approaches it had made. Before too long she was trembling in its grasp, cursing her body for being so weak. The machine knew her and knew how to touch her. It was delicate and firm, feeding into her fetishes even if it didn't know she had them.

Her lower lips grew more and more wet the more the game went on. And it was a game, no matter what Dogma might have said. Lilly realised quickly the point was to turn her own body against her. To make her feel ashamed and helpless. The machine made her feel pleasure. It pushed her, teased her, put her on the very brink of an orgasm again and again. Yet each time it snatched it back. It was careful to never let her go over that edge. Lilly felt her head swimming. An aching need filled her, especially that part of her between her thighs and before too long her clit was filled up with an intense desire and heat. She felt her skin prickling at each touch, her hips moved desperately to maximise each moment of contact. When the machine penetrated her, she couldn't help but close her eyes. _Feel _it inside of her as her womanhood hugged it. Desperation made her senses all the sharper and her toes curled each time she felt herself coming close.

Lilly's body was trembling after the third denied orgasm. Her chest heaving. She felt a great heat inside of her body. A strange emptiness and longing which scared her in its intensity. Her body trembled, her womanhood throbbed. Her nipples were stiff with desire and her pussy was soaking her inner thighs. It was absolutely mortifying, as it was intended to be. To reveal to her just how much her body had betrayed her. Even as her mind rebelled against the treatment, her senses demanded the promised rush of pleasure from a climax. Lilly withed in her place, the metal tendrils played her body against itself. Her nerves screamed, phantom pleasure made her head spin.

Again and again the machine pushed her to the edge. Before long, her senses became _sharp;. _Each touch made her moan or wiggle. She knew she was putting on quite a show for Dogma but she couldn't help it by now. Her body gleamed with sweat, her womanhood was soaking. She was shifting, gasping, breathing faster and faster as she approached each hill, as her orgasm edged her higher and higher only to bleed away at the last moment. She would have cried out in another situation, it felt so unfair! The promise of a glorious climax was echoing through her body, inspiring her wants and her desire but she was not being allowed to reach it! It would be dangled right in front of her and each time she'd feel as if she was going to make it only to have it snatched away at the very last moment!

As her body became more and more ****, she began to get more and more sensitive. This allowed her to build up faster and faster, so that the machine could chain her denials again and again. It employed all sorts of tools to do this. Sometimes, it would simply pull away suddenly, leaving her head spinning and her body grasping for anything. Sometimes it would shock her. She would be awash with pleasure, feeling herself sink into a haze of delight when suddenly there would be a crackle and the blasted thing would loose a small jolt of lightning into one of her nipples! When that happened, Lilly would jump. The pain would wash away the pleasure as if she'd been plunged into an icy pool of water and she'd gasp and splutter in indignation.

Before long it got worse. Lilly didn't realise it at first. It was sometime after her sixth near orgasm when she felt the machine begin to toy with her again. It kneaded her breasts and rubbed her womanhood, its rounded head pushed itself between her lower legs and started to penetrate her again. She bit her lower lip but the moan emerged anyway, her pussy felt hot and so very needy. It grasped at the metal phallus as if hoping to hold it in place this time. Lilly braced herself to have the promise of release taken away from her again but the machine continued to pleasure her. Closer and closer she came to the edge. Her fingers balled and her toes curled. Could this be it? Finally a release?

The machine pulled away suddenly, but not fast enough. Lilly felt a flare of triumph as her body started to react to the stimulation but the flare quickly died as she realised what had happened.

It wasn't an orgasm.

It was a _ruined _orgasm.

The machine had pushed her just over the edge, giving her only enough stimulation to climax but not enough to truly enjoy it. She wanted to cry out as her body convulsed, feeling the throes of frustration racing through her when it should have been pleasure.

Before the ''processing'' was over, Lilly would experience this again several times. Until she was gasping and moaning, there were tears in the corners of her eyes but they were tears of desire and frustration rather than defeat. her body throbbed almost painfully because now the sense of helplessness had been driven even deeper. The machine calculated, it knew exactly how much pleasure to give her to push her over the edge without allowing her to enjoy it.

She lost track of the time that passed while she was being tormented in this way. Eventually however, Dogma spoke again.

"I grow tried of your mewling cries, Redwing. Now you have felt frustration and denial. I promise you more if you continue to resist. I will torment you and make you regret your defiance if you do not bend to my will. Do you want to climax for me like a good little whore or will you continue to pretend to be my equal?"