You are taken to a machine camp

In the following hours you are transported, naked, deep into the city to a freshly constructed steel building.

Each captured woman is led by a mass of tentacles to be scanned by a tall, black obelisk then ushered inside of the camp. When it is your turn you step up to the strange machine and hold your arms out to your sides. A dim blue light washes over your every inch of your body. The door ahead of you opens and you reluctantly enter.

The inside of the building is silent and brightly lit. Your captor leads you down a hallway and into a room full of lockers. Other captured rebels are getting dressed with the machine provided clothing. You notice the locker in front of you is labeled with your measurements, inside is a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra.

While dressing you realise that the underwear is the best fitting you have ever worn, especially compared to your scavenged gear. Once done you notice the tentacle machines have gone, replaced by a group of hovering silver spheres, one for each woman. You and some other rebels are lead out of the room and down some more hallways into a large round room. Above the door is a flashing neon label: Testing Room CL.

Each rebel, wearing only the lace underwear, is led to a section of the wall where saddles are set up. You, and eveyone else, kneel down onto a saddle, carefully resting your knees onto the provided pads. Metallic restraints rise up and wrap around your legs. There are a set of cushioned handles in front of and behind the saddle.

The temperature in the room begins to rise and the saddle hums beneath you. Suddenly the woman to the left of the entrance begins to moan. A few minutes later the woman to her left lets out a sharp cry. The pattern continues until you feel the saddle beneath you begin to vibrate, then a pair of large artificial lips rise out of the material and start kissing you through your panties.

"What!" You exclaim.

The lips grow moist and, through the kissing, you thin panties also moisten. The woman to your left, a tall redhead with a supermodel body, watches your expression carefully.

"What's it doing?" She asks you in a whisper.

"It's teasing me." You say.

A soft, warm tongue emerges from the lips and licks at you obscenely. The tongue locates your clit and slowly laps at it.

"Fuck, it's trying to eat me out!"

The redhead rubs her bare midriff as she watches you squirm. You arch your back and grap the handles behind you with both hands. Your clit throbs under the tongues touch. The combined body heat of the captives raises the temperature of the room and you feel sweat starting to emerge on your neck.

"Mmm... eat me..." You murmur.

The redhead next to you reaches under her panties with her free hand and starts rubbing her clit in anticipation.

"How good is it?" She purrs.

"A- amazing!"

Your hips buckle as you push against the saddle. Your juices flow freely and drip off your body to the floor.

"Eat her." Moans the redhead, watching you intently.

Suddenly a tentacle machine enters the room and approaches the redhead. Her restraints release and the saddle beneath her powers down.

"No!" She says. "It's my turn!"

The tentacles drag her to her feet and the machine leads the redhead out of the room. You are curious but quickly distracted by a powerful orgasm. The room fills with grunts and moans as the cunnilingus session carries on.