An Order obeyed, and a broken Robin

Becky shuddered as a sudden image popped into her head. It was herself, strapped to the bench in Robin's place, screaming in ecstasy as the massive twin cock drove into her again and again. Unconsciously, her hips gyrated against the air, searching for release. She glanced up at Robin's face and saw nothing but dizzy lust and an outright pitiable need. If she was in Robin's place, wouldn't she want to feel the machine's embrace? Wouldn't she want to be fucked beyond all possibility?

That thought came to dominate Becky's mind as she lowered herself beside Robin once more. "Oh, Becky, oh... oh please!" Robin's mouth almost seemed to be forming the words on its own. Becky obeyed the command she was certain Robin meant to give, but couldn't quite say.

Becky placed her hand on the crank and began to turn. Her eyes fixated on all the little gears and pulleys and springs as the machine spun alive. Her curiosity held for a moment at best before her eyes drifted upward, fixating on the first cock as it looked closer and closer to Robin's dripping folds. Becky watched with overwhelming anticipation as the metal cockhead spread Robin's pussy lips, earning a loud moan from the girl as it pushed upward, spreading and filling her, driving deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

"Ohhh fuck!" Robin's mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy, her expression one of giddy delight, even as the thick metal cock spread her to the point of pain. She did her best to shift downward, the **** fueling her every action pushing her to need it more, harder, faster! Robin yelped in delight when it finally bottomed out inside her, before beginning to retreat, replaced at once by the second cock pressing against her pucker. No sooner had the first one began to pull out than the second one pushed inside her, forcing a lustful groan from the girl's mouth.

Her ass was, of course, far to tight to really accommodate such a monstrous thing, but Robin didn't seem to much care, or even notice at all. Any pain was washed away by the pleasure she was drowning in. As the second cock reached it's hilt, absolutely buried inside Robin's ass, Robin gasped, her body shaking and shuddering in a powerful orgasm. Her muscles tensed, her inner walls clenching against the fake cock, but finding no give in it's hardened artificial form. It simply began to pull back, thoughtlessly and without a care for her tenderness, quickly replaced by the first cock nudging up against Robin's cunt once more.

Becky was utterly entranced by the sight of Robin's ecstasy, and her hand continued to turn the crank unconsciously, almost on reflex. She felt her hand reaching between her legs, only to be stopped by the fabric of her dress. Her eyes shifted downward, to the machine. True to what the Spymaster had claimed, the longer she kept turning, the faster the mechanisms seemed to move. The cocks continued their relentless ****, gradually gaining speed as they penetrated Robin again and again.

Robin was moaning--the sound coming from somewhere deep inside her. She arched her back as she was filled, now unmoving as they picked up pace. They weren't moving quickly just yet, but they had reached a continuous churning, a restless, persistent movement. Her mouth and eyes were open wide, as if she was in a perpetual state of shock as her body quivered and trembled in pleasure.

"Well done, Becky. Perhaps your friends will be spared after all," the Spymaster spoke. Becky had all but forgotten he was here. "See how she's lost to herself? She does seem to be enjoying it quite a bit more than most, doesn't she? What a whore."

Becky couldn't get herself to pull her eyes away from Robin as the cocks plunged in and out of her, but somehow she could feel Lord Highwater turning toward her. She could feel that dead eyed smile. "And what about you, Becky? You seem to be enjoying yourself as well, now aren't you? Perhaps the ointment effected you a little, but it seems to me you're getting most of your excitement from watching."

Becky looked at Robin as the girl's tongue lolled out of her mouth, her moans now coming in a constant rhythm while the cocks fucked her in tandem. There was a guilt in her, somewhere deep in her stomach, spurred on by Lord Highwater's words, but it was distant and confused. Becky licked her lips. Far more important was her own frustrated arousal. Her hand had begun to rub herself through the dress, but it wasn't quite enough. Part of her wanted to slip the garment off and plunge her fingers insider, but another part wouldn't stop screaming about how horrible of a mistake that would be.

Part of her wished that she had taken Robin's place up on the bench--that she was the one being broken by those massive cocks, but... no. Robin probably wouldn't have listened to Higwater's demands. Things were better this way.

Becky felt another impulse, urging her to throw off her dress, to give in to her needs and rub the aphrodisiac all over her drenched cunt, so she could be just as broken and mindless as Robin. It tugged at her, insisting. All that stood in the way was a few annoying little buttons.

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This chapter was co-authored by Shandy (https://chyoa.com/user/Shandy) --please check out his stuff! :)