Water baby

You watch nervously as your leather clad companion moves around you back and forth, turning various switches at the back of the cube and adjusting unseen apparatus. The cube suddenly shifts and seems to adjust to you, rubbery material puffing against your wrists and throat where they pass through the panels of the construct, the pressure intense at first and then easing off until it is tight yet comfortable. An image flickers to life along one wall, that of the orb which has been tracking you all along. It settles high in the corner of the room and you can see yourself with your dark warden behind. You watch as he steps to a panel at the tiled wall, pressing certain spots to flip it open. From within he draws a nozzle which he guides towards the cube, a thick hose trailing behind. With a clunk you feel as well as hear, it locks into place in the housing. Some kind of valve is turned, and a thrumming bubbling noise begins to build beneath and around you.

You swallow, butterflies in your belly, wondering what in the realms you have stepped into. For a moment the view appearing in the wall shifts, and your naked body appears, your feet held within loops set in the grate at the base, the rest of you bare and ****. You can see your breathing speed up as your heart beats faster, disorientation of seeing yourself only adding to your slight panic. You realise that one of those devices must be built within the cabinet. There is nowhere to hide.

The swirling and sloshing noise around you reaches even more intense levels, accompanied by a mechanical noise of clicks and gears moving. You hold still and as the view switches back to the outside of the cube, a close view of your face showing more than a little apprehension, you close your eyes and steel yourself for whatever will follow.

There is a final click and a hiss, the smell of steam overlaying that of metal and oil. You have time to wonder if this thing intends to cook you like a razor clam in its shell. And then it begins. Jets of warm water envelope your lower calves from all angles, and begin to move slowly over your legs in an upward motion. The pressure is steady against your skin and the muscles beneath, and despite yourself you find yourself luxuriating, much as you did under Alina’s fingers. Water sprays it’s way up over your knees and thighs, its sweep steady, not lingering even when it reaches the junction of your thighs and the swell of your cheeks. You feel yourself flush slightly as you grit your teeth. Your flesh is sensitive and already tingling, but you focus and breath deeply as the pressure moves on and up over your hips and tummy. Once again your breath quickens as the watery caress moves up your ribs and across your breasts. A soft noise escapes despite your best efforts, at the feeling of spray glancing across your erect nipples. The journey continues up to your collar bones where the jets stop. You flex your helpless hands gingerly, keeping circulation moving but inwardly you are worried. Whatever your wishes, your fears or your circumstances, there is no denying that the water feels wonderful against your skin. You wonder just how much will you can exert over your body to hold off what this cube is doing to you..

There is barely time to compose yourself or your thoughts before the jets begin again, once again rising from ankle to collar, this time with a twisting motion, the spray seeming to circle you as they move up, leaving no patch of skin untouched. You are left gasping once again, and this time there is no pause. Water pounds you in both directions this time, a wave descending as well as ascending. Your knees tremble as the intense sensations from your breasts instantly fades into direct attention at your swollen mound. And it isn't only your more obvious erogenous zones which the brunt of the stimulation. Indeed before very long almost every part of your exposed skin is tingling and radiating pleasure through your body. You do your best to focus on anything else, to relax, to move, to **** your body not to feel, or to let it wash through you and away without resistance. However the cube quickly takes away any idea that you are in control. The swirling, pounding jets speak directly to your body, bypassing your conscious brain entirely. Speed, pressure and temperature begin to change without warning, making it almost impossible to predict and prepare. Steaming hot, freezing cold, so light as to barely feel the spray, and hard enough to be one step below pain. The rhythms begin to build and focus as you twist your head, your hands opening and closing helplessly as you thrash within the mechanical clutches.

Your eyes open and you bite your lip against the **** sounds seeking to escape. The Jester watches you impassively as the pleasure rises inevitably, building in the taut muscles of your belly. You watch over his shoulder as overlapping waves lash across your breasts and down across your thighs. A powerful fan of water works back and forth from one inner thigh to the other, teasing everything in between. It's more than you can take and your head goes back as your body arches. You shudder as the waves of pleasure begin to take you and are dashed upon the magic of the ring and your own runes. A shuddering gasped out "Nooo..." rises above the watery mechanical noises as sweet relief is denied you. Instead your body stays at full arousal, aching for a final touch that never seems to come.

You don't know how long the cube goes on for. Minutes.. hours? You lose track of time in the seemingly endless cycles of almost orgasm. The machine torments you in every way. Orgasms from your clitoris or just from your swollen lips, from attention to your bottom, even with the water simply swirling intricate patterns across your breasts. By the end your body is so sensitive and **** for climax that even the simple slow sweep from bottom to top has you panting and moaning. Finally the water stops, and your dark watcher disconnects the hose. You sag to the floor as the doors open and you are released. Rivulets run into the drains with a gurgle. After the noise of the machine the silence is deafening, broken only by an occasional sob from you. You feel broken, exhausted, betrayed by your body, and worse.. still **** to cum.