Go for the remote!

She wasn't bullshitting about the seal. This thing is stuck to you like glue and your only hope is to get that remote before your body succumbs to this world-class machine-fuck.

Your arms are back under your control, how about your legs. It feels like a supreme act of willpower but somehow you manage to start moving them.

"Wow! That's some quick recovery," she comments as you start to raise yourself, leaning heavily on the shelves and the table next to you. The machine never stops of course, and as feeling and control returns to your body the warm, wet sheath that's wanking you starts to feel better and better. It squeezes and pulls and the speed is just wonderful. Slow enough for you too feel like it's a machine fucking you, but fast enough that the sensations are always building, and your balls start to twitch happily. Hell, this machine gives better head than some girls you've known.

But you're on your feet now, glaring at its inventor with purposeful intent. You wonder if she gives good head, maybe that would be a nice little **** to take, you think as you start to lurch towards her, the perspex tube of the machine jutting out and up in front of you - always whirring and jerking you.

"Yow!" she yelps as you come at her, and she slips off the chair and starts to back away from you, moving around the table away from you. "I'll have to try tranqs or something next time, huh?"

"Turn... it... off..." you groan, zombie-like. She's on the opposite side of the table from you now, and as you move around it towards her she keeps the big wooden bulk of it between you and her. Your legs are still sluggish, and try as you might you can't gain on her.

"Why would I do that?" she giggles, "It would ruin my experiment."

Oh no, getting that remote was your only chance, but she's light and quick and there's no way you can get to her now. The plastic case on your cock bumps into the table as you reach futilely for her, but she's too far away. The bump though, adds to the tingling sensations that you know all too well, and that have been building in your crotch, getting stronger and stronger. You feel your balls tense as the machine wanks you, firmly, irresistibly. You put both hands on the table, your heart pounding, your chest heaving.

You look up at her, and she's almost leaning towards you now, a look of delight on her face. "Oh! Oh here it comes! You're gonna shoot aren't you?"

"Fu- Fuck you!" You've gotta have a little more - one last push to win this! You've got to! But then it hits you. You feel your dick spasm in the tight grip of the machine and you think you've cum. But strangely you haven't, the dome of the device remains clean.

Then it pulls down on your dick again, and then you cum. Your thick shaft shoots jets of creamy white spunk all over the inside of the end of the machine, turning it a pearly, opaque white.

"Wooo!" she crows.

It slowls, but keeps pumping you. It milks you so that you feel kick after kick of cum dribble from your spent tool into the senseless machine. When you finally stop cumming, it stops wanking you. She presses a button on her remote and it falls off you like some sated parasite. It hits the ground with a clatter, splattering your spunk around your feet.

You lost.