You pretend to submit.

Abi adjusts the dildo tipped arm bringing it down between your splayed legs and angling the head up to aim at your ass. As your lay with your bosom heaving in the aftermath of your **** orgasm the probe's head is pushed up against your sphincter and Abi sets her fucking machine in motion. It smoothly enters you, expanding to fill your rectum andstarts to mechanically shaft your ass. Abigail watches you in rapt concentration as you writhe powerlessly in your bondage. Her hand is beneath her short skirt now, her own arousal at the sight of your torment too much for her to resist the urge to touch herself.

"Oh god, need fucking so bad." Abi murmers as she frigs herself.

The anal probing has you gasping with each thrust. Soon you'll climax, the stimulation from the cyber enhancements overiding the shame of having your ass fucked. Abigail has ceased any attempt to monitor the probes results and leans back against a cluttered worktop with her legs spread and her skirt rucked up around her hips. She gropes her breasts, first kneading the firm mounds through her blouse then pulling her labcoat and top off so she can pull and twist at the golden rings in her stiff nipples.

With a drawn out moan you orgasm, bucking in the chair in delirious ecstasy. Exhausted you slump back, spent by the heady **** of your sexual release. With obvious **** Abi ceases her self **** and comes to remove the probe. The straps holding you down are unbuckled and Abigail hauls you out of the chair. Your shaky legs refuse to support your weight and you sink to your knees in front of the twisted tech. Her skirt is still up around her wide hips and her exposed cunt is scant inches from your face. Her dark red pussylips are swollen with heat and the musky odour of her sexual arousal is overpowering. You decide to try and turn her horniness to your advantage.

"Can't fight no more." You mumble. "I'll do anything you want I can't take any more."

Abigail unzips her skirt and allows it to fall then grabs a fistful of your long white hair and pulls your face into her crotch. You kiss her hot flesh, lapping at her puffy lips in feigned submission. Working your tongue along Abi's overheated labia she grinds her quim on your face, the sodden black pubes smearing you with pussy juice.

"Lick it Fox." Abi snarls. "Lap at my cunt like the beaten little bitch you are."

You oblige, your tongue wriggling it's way into her slickly juiced pussy. You spread her vaginal lips wide with you fingers forcing your mouth against the tender flesh to dart your tongue deep into the moist channel. Abi moans loudly in response, her dominant detachment discarded. You remove your tongue and thrust three fingers up her pussy, twisting and turning them savagely. Abigails legs begin to tremble and she leans back to steady herself against the gynocologist chair. You see a chance to turn the tables on your abuser and you pump your fingers into her hard, keeping her attention centred on her own lust.

"Yeah, fuck me Fox." Abigail growls. "Give it to me hard."

Abigail is completely oblivious to the danger she's putting herself in as your furious finger fucking drives her back and she slumps into the chair. Her eyes are glazed with lust and her hands grip the armrest of the chair hard as her concentration remains focussed on the sensations your thrusting fingers are giving. She throws her head back, growling obscenely as her pussy clenches around your fingers and her hips buck.

This is your moment and you make your move.