To a bathroom in need of a cum-eater

Your first stop is actually a machine shop. The guard leaves you locked in simple metal frame. It has three hinged restraints along a crossbar for your waist and wrists. The crossbar is at such a height you need to kneel in order to fit. Three mechanics enter and leave the room taking orders from a Uckerna. The Uckerna are about as tall as a human but closer to a rhino in width and have a thick grey hide to match. He appears to be heading up some sort of maintenance near by.

His communicator buzzes, and he answers slowly "Burgs here." You hear him carry on half of a conversation in a monotone voice. "I am happy to report we are ahead of schedule, Captain... wouldn't that be best after the job is done... I see... with pleasure ma'am." Conversation over, he turns to you a menacing bulge forming in his pants.

You watch him approach and start to drool a little when he unzips his pants. He is impressively endowed; more over, Uckerna have muscles in their shafts that can do some wonderful things, and once aroused, they stay erect for hours, through multiple orgasms (human males really got the short end of the evolutionary stick). The day's events have left your pussy in dire need of a good fucking. "Open up," he slowly orders, but you obey before he finishes. Wordlessly, he slides his cock into your mouth.

People often describe a lover's wood as rock hard, but his monster would break a chisel. Your head moves back and forth, and your lips press around it. While massaging his shaft, you feel the muscles pulse. The uncanny sensation only serves to further excite you. Sliding your tongue over his hardened man-meat can make him twitch and flex within your mouth. Imagining how each movement would feel inside your pussy, makes you tense with arousal.

Your heart starts to race. Moaning around his thick stick, you writhe against your shackles. The cock is so close to the pussy it belongs in. Getting a hold of yourself, you content yourself with just heaving your breasts after each slurp.

To vary things, you tilt your head back and use your tongue to press the tip of his cock against the roof of your mouth. He advances pressing his granite phallus farther into you. His shaft remains in your mouth even when you slide your head backward, and when your mouth moves forward the tip of his cock presses against the back of your throat.

You are so focused on giving the best blowjob possible, you pay no attention to the rumbling sound of power build up. The destroyer jumps to hyperspace; it takes several seconds for a ship this size. And for every one of those seconds your slammed forward by inertia. The mechanic, and his cock, don't move and the tip is jammed painfully against your gagging throat, leaving you sputtering against the immovable mass. When the jump to hyperspace is complete the **** has made your eyes water.

You take a moment to catch your breathe, and he grows impatient. His hands entomb your head and he face fucks you. Wanting to end the pounding of your throat, you squeeze your lips around his cook and try to suck. It's not easy with the stone rod gagging you, but you manage to make him have his first orgasm soon enough. He keeps his impressive shaft pressed against the back of your throat while he erupts warm jizz down your throat. He, indeed, stays hard; snippets of fantasies involving his massive cock pounding you to multiple orgasms tingle across your mind.

To your disappointment, he then gets back to work. His cock doesn't shrink and would likely tear his pants if he **** it back in, so he leaves it protruding like a solitary horn. Encouraged by the spartan sight, you flirt with him trying to get his spear to pierce your womanhood. "It is so warm and welcoming," you entice, "you would just slip right in... You've felt what I can do with my mouth. Let me show you what my pussy can do." In response, he pushes a button, and four tiny robotic arms sprout from the collar part of your frame and **** your mouth open. You squirm struggle against them but only manage to move a quarter inch before they wrestle you back into position, mouth agape, looking slightly up. Giving up, you settle for making inviting moans through the gag.

It is the first of your accessories, but soon, others follow. Pain erupts from your pussy as merciless clamps pinch your inner labia. The wires that connect the clamps to boxes mounted on your frame are thankfully slack. However, the weight of the biting monsters is enough to leave your tender lips with a persistent ache. An ominous, rectangular, metal basin is placed on your shoulders with your head poking through the center like you are at the bottom of a shallow tub. A rubber seal around your collar makes it water tight, but there are drains on either side of your shoulders. The drains seem to be closed by default. Your hair is tied in a quick ponytail that keeps it mostly off of the metal trough.

After what you assume to be the finishing touches are added, a woman wearing only shackles and an ill-fitting t-shirt walks in. Her sole garment is colored prison orange and is missing several buttons. She has a three foot chain connecting her cuffed wrists and threaded through a loop in her belt. A tattoo encircling her eye states she is, or more likely was, a pilot for Sirius Syndicate. She speaks in a sickeningly soft voice that makes you want to jam something up her ass just to make say something a little louder. "Master, I mean sir," she says, head bowed. You don't know if she is avoiding eye contact or looking at his still prominent penis. "We have finished constructing the lift. If there is nothing else, could I, would it be alright for me to masturbate?"

"Yes," he answers. "In fact, you can use anything you want to help you cum." He gestures to a wide variety of power tools on a nearby workbench.

"Anything?" she asks, now definitely staring at his cock.

His chuckle sounds like an earthquake. "Bend over that table," he commands. She obeys and cries out when he positions the head of his rock-hard member against her cock-stealing cunt. "Warsh, install our new device, and make sure everything works. Then, get some grub."

The prisoner's screams get significantly louder as you're wheeled down the hall into a bathroom. You are placed in the lift little miss Cock-Stealer mentioned, right next to spotless, chrome urinals.

The square of red tile the wheels of your frame are locked onto isn't quite flush with the surrounding tile, and you can just barely see a dark room below. Flexible tubes are connected to the basin's drains.

There is a small control pad facing away from you. Warsh hits a button and the lift lowers until the basin's flange rests on the red tiles, leaving you just a head sticking out of the bathroom floor. He presses another button, and you are jerked a few inches lower. The basin doesn't move, so you are pulled partly into its neck hole. Your head doesn't fit and you are **** to tilt it back with your ears and jaw resting on the cool metal. "Good," he chuckles, "one last test, and then we can have some fun."

The next button he pushes causes your pussy to scream in pain. The clamps tug violently and send shocks through your tender flesh. Then, the bastard fiddles with a knob that causes the abused lips to be twisted and pulled in new agonizing directions. "You face is all scrunched up," the prick says. "You want me to stop?" He presses another button and the mini arms release your mouth.

"Yes, shithead," you answer, the pain making it hard to come up with a witty reply.

"I'll stop when you swallow my cum," he explains, unzipping his pants. His cock is still several feet above you, and he dangles it like bait.

You know his game and decide to play it, to a point. Turning your sarcasm up to 11, you say "please sir, your cock is impossibly magnificent-- grraahhhh," The electric shocks intensify for a second. "Just let me suck it," you snap sounding hornier than you expected (you do love your kinky sex).

He raises the lift up and even shifts your frame back, so your neck is again above the basin. After slapping your face a few times with his semi-erect penis, he leans forward and puts it in your mouth. You lick and suck his "magnificent" member, trying to get him off as quickly as possible. First twirling your tongue over his tip. Then diving deep onto his cock, you bob a few times and pull back, deliberately catching your lips on his corona before releasing him with a pop. Sooner than you expect, you feel hot jizz pumped into your mouth. You quickly swallow.

"Wow," he comments, while telling the control panel to end your ****, "you are one grade-A cocksucker. Get a lot of practice blowing dudes near the urinals?" The lift starts lowering you. "I was going to make you lick my baby batter up, but your greedy little mouth got it all before I could even think." You're still catching your breathe as he leaves. Turning out the light he adds "guess there's always next time. Be seeing you."