Weightless, Endless

The relief of discovering the app anew isn't enough to satisfy me, and so it’s easy to justify “negotiating” with the easiest satisfaction I can bestow on my doctor. I strip my clothes with one hand while the other goes right for her clit, earning a telltale spray. The time for subtle touches is done; I go in for the kill and slide my two longest fingers into her, pressing up and caressing against the vaginal wall between my fingertips and the hidden body of her clitoris. I’m rewarded with her rushing fluids washing over my knuckles. It quickly becomes evident my towels aren't going to be enough, so by the time my clothes are off I move to pick her and the towels under her up in my arms.

It's... strange. The towels have their weight…and yet, laying atop their folding lengths, is the albino body of Dr. Sinclair. It’s hard to get used to the idea of how my new perk works, but she is absolutely weightless as I manipulate her. I carefully lay her out on the floor by spreading under her the bed of bundled, soaked towels. I return my fingers to their sheathe and do the rest with my free hand: her hands are moved over her head, revealing ill-shaved armpits. I pin her wrists to the ground there with my free hand, making my posture awkward with how spread my stance is over her body... but this should serve as a good test.

“Unfreeze.” I expect a cry for help, an attempt to move, some effort to kill me in a way I haven't imagined yet... but the only cry that escapes her is a shuddering, high-pitched wail as her back arches and her arms try to move against my weak grip on her wrists.

But even my bad posture and soft grasp is enough. I don’t even realize she’s struggling to be free until I glance at her twisting, writhing arms. I can manipulate her without effort... and if I'm holding her down, that means I am immovable insofar as she is concerned. This is huge. I was worried the power wouldn't be literal, but here we are... and here she cries and arches her back as I continue tormenting her G-spot and issuing doubled fluids from her sopping slit. Her entire body glistens in the sun now, like a sheet of glittering diamonds, as the room heats up and her labors prove fruitless.

“Puh-plea-!” She almost managed a word, but I only deepen my fingering and, knowing now that I'm safe, lower my head to take her improved left tit into my mouth. I tug with my lips, and her body follows me. I relent only when I realize how her breast is stretched taut by my sickle; effortless indeed, she might as well be getting pulled into machinery. I let her nipple go as I stammer some apology, but I cut myself short as she continues to come and moan over my attempt. No, no more words, dear doctor, you’re right; just this for now. The temptation to go yet further, to take everything she has, is just too strong now as I watch her body squirm, sweat, and repeat its orgasmic bliss. Drool, tears, and perspiration all gleam in the sunlight as her bare skin is pleasured by our brightest light. I have to see what happens when I enter her properly.

It’s time for the real deal, and with no nasty condoms to get in the way. I let go of her hands, and she tries desperately to do... something... with my wrist. Her body flings itself into some kind of turn as she grips my palm with both thumbs planted firmly in the middle of it... but my hand may as well be that of a statue of steel for all the pressure I feel to move.

The fact is, I don’t want my wrist to move… and so she, weightless and effortless when applied to my flesh, is manipulated to not move with my wrist. This perk is insane. How would she even manage to do **** now-?

Oh, guns... Right, guns still exist.

I still need to get her on my side, then... afterwards. Right now, impressed as I am that she managed to try and attack me, there's just one thing on my mind: taking my Custom Girl all the way.

He was... not human. She couldn't rationalize it that way, but the irrational, terrified part of her brain came to the only conclusion she could make at this point. Ever since he brought her into the sunlight, this first **** of hers, Dr. Ivette Sinclair could not fathom or think of any plan of escape, any explanation for her condition, or a rational excuse for the tormenting voices whose curses were made real.

He could steal her freedom with a word. She was his property now, a concept so alien and yet now undeniable. He could pleasure her with mere light or nudity, and now he was so powerful, so inhumanely strong, that he lifted her without effort, ignored her attempted wrist snap, and pinned her to the floor as a mountain does its deepest stone. Ivette was not a woman of faith, so she could only assume she was going insane; she could neither explain the demons whispering to her or the superhuman might with which this teenager handled her. But the health check-up she performed made him out to be a mere mortal man, and her mind, though now exhausted and near-blank with more orgasms in the past hour than she’d had all her life, still felt secure, sane... stable. So how? How could she explain any of this?

Dave dug his fingers into her snatch, and Ivette panicked as she realized how bad it would be if he fucked her. The young doctor often and eagerly enjoyed her clitoris; it was her best friend, her companion on lonely nights, and she often contemplated how much like a man she was when it came to masturbating and climaxing; every orgasm was a stunning sensation, and she never needed a second before she could rest peacefully.

But more than her clitoris, Ivette loved being filled. Her masturbation toy line-up never wanted for size; the larger and more violent the vibration, the happier Ivette was on acquiring the new toy. She couldn’t take some of the larger ones—purchases of ambition, those—but her toys ensured that her top stress relief method never needed a partner.

David Haines wasn't huge, but he would be a fine fit... snug even, and although he didn’t vibrate (she hoped), Ivette knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it. She couldn't even contemplate what it'd be like to get inseminated while under his terrible control. She had to get away, or dissuade Dave from repeating that night in the most bizarre, sensitive day of Ivette’s life… if she could only manage to speak.

If only he'd let her before he unceremoniously lifted her by her ass, his arms scooping her legs up and spreading them to reveal her ****, sopping hole... and angled her body so that she might land on his erect meat.

Don't. It was a word Ivette thought she repeated aloud, but it came as panicked, short breaths... and no intelligible syllable, if whispered, reached her captor before he lowered her body. She kicked and bucked uselessly; her tits bounced in his face as she struggled; she gritted her teeth as she tried to focus on holding onto consciousness, on overcoming the physical sensation of the pre-cum-tipped head of his engorged, raw dick smearing against her clitoris before slipping in-

Oh no... Her body jerked as she felt his head slip through her vaginal opening. In her mind she begged him to stop. She wouldn't be able to handle it, to even speak if he did it! She would not be able to resist, to complain, to beg, or even cry without forgetting why... who she even was now laid threatened by the sensation of his flesh slipping into hers.

He did not think to do it slowly, to draw out the despair of poor Ivette... instead, once he knew he was in, he groaned with her as he brought her completely down to the hilt, sliding his fat erection into her twat until it was a rod of iron in her body. On this pole was she now impaled, its malleable flesh not bending for her, for it was his will that she not move it at all. Her body continued to convulse, but no longer in resistance; as he pressed and stretched her vaginal walls, the stunning peak of an orgasm washed over the doctor... and remained... and continued to loop as it never had before.

She was coming in perpetuity. She did not experience an orgasm every moment or every second, because that implies multiple beginnings. No, she simply came... and continued to come without end, a single, unending, torturous peak of her nerves firing and her mind flooding with natural **** of bliss. Her deepest wish--that he withdraw, even just a bit to pump into her, to give her mind some rest, to stop the squirting stream that puddled between their joined flesh--went unspoken and ungranted. Her eyes rolled unfocused when they moved at all in her half-lidded stare; drools streaked the edges of her mouth as she continued to uselessly moan her rapture.

Dave was quite happy with the feeling of her pussy squeezing and crushing him, the pressure in her pocket an unrelenting, masturbating sleeve as she produced more vaginal lubrication than any non-Custom woman could ever do. It did not come in squirts, but in an unrelenting torrent; it made her feel tighter than she was thanks to the pressure, and the rushing sensation, coupled with her spasming muscles, rubbed an orgasm slowly and pleasantly out of her captor as he groaned into the right tit he now suckled. There he held her, never withdrawing his cock... and there Ivette's poor mind slowly sank into the abyss of a never-ending explosion in her crotch. She didn't even notice as he began filling her with cum; it was just another fluid to slowly spray out of their union as she continued to crush his never-ending hardon, even as his seed made her birth canal bulge with its volume.

“Let's move this to the bathroom...” He didn't wait for her response. Effortlessly he lifted her, their fluids bathing his legs, as he marched daintily over to his tub before kicking his bathroom door closed. With a hand he slid all the light switches on, activating every light in his bathroom. Once in the tub, with the curtain drawn and all the radiance washing into it and reflecting off its porcelain shell, Dave finally felt ready to step in, sit cross-legged, and maneuver Ivette with him as he did so. Once settled, he firmly pinned her back down onto his crotch, securing her mindless state anew... and there, with his moaning mouth on hers, Dave softly, numbly kissed his latest prize and toyed with her lulling tongue as she continued to tremble and quake in his arms. The bathroom was far less ventilated, and so the two began to sweat, profusely and hotly, as their joined flesh continued to mix their fluids. The light of the sun was gone, but the well-lit bathroom was torment enough. Her glistening flesh found no caution in Dave now that their fucking drained slowly into the pipes beneath the tub; here Dave could happily enjoy her without worrying about the mess, and so he kept her there, rooted in torturous pleasure, as he came a third time.

It was by the fourth volley of inhuman cum, washing the entrance of her uterus with doubled seed, that Dave finally thought to explain his intention. “Let's just... stay like this awhile,” he breathed, “then we'll... talk about it.”