Feeling fueled and healthy, she began her limited exercises. On the floor, doing sit ups, Becka saw a silver metal rod appear from a hole in the wall of her cell. As the first foot or so extended into her cell, it expanded its width from, perhaps, three quarters of an inch to three inches of smooth, seamless metal. It turned up toward the ceiling 90 degrees and became motionless. Becka recognized it. It had done numerous examinations of her, using electric shock. She knew she would have to stand, back against the wall, for it to do what it had come to do. Her only choice was to move into position voluntarily, or be placed there by force. She chose the former.
Centering herself over the probe, she placed her hands over her head. Tentacles of the mailable material sprung from holes in the wall to bind her wrists, ankles and waist. The thin metal rod on which the thicker probe was perched expanded, pushing the probe slowly, but firmly, past her cunt lips and inside her. The warm metal slid easily inside her moist cunt, stopping only when it hit bone. It was vibrating so very slowly. Becka's nipples were hard, her breathing deep as she began to moan with pleasure.
Becka's body stiffened like a board as the electricity from the probe passed through her. After a few seconds, the charge ended. Becka exploded, spraying her honey dew over the steel cock. She came in a flood, her cum flowing from her in a river, to pass over the probe and puddle on the floor. She held a sustained moan as her orgasm brought pleasure to every part of her body. Before it ended another shock ran through her, causing her to cum once more. She was in heaven.
After several of these shocks, the metal cock withdrew from her, her wetness covered its entire surface. Once it had completely withdrawn, Becka's cum, her sweet slick honey dew fell from her cunt to the floor. She let out a final moan of desperation as the probe narrowed and disappeared into its hole in the wall. Her bindings released her moments afterward, they too, disappearing into their holes. Becka fell to her knees. Her cunt lips and thighs were covered in her slippery cum. She panted for breath, wishing the probe to reappear. It didn't.
After she had regained her footing, she was cleansed by a spray of water and some sort of chemical that dried moments after it hit her body. Once clean, the spray stopped and Becka sat on the floor, wondering why she had been examined. She would not have to wait long for the answer.
The core had completed its final examination of Becka and the manufacturing process had reached a successful conclusion. Soon, the project would be put in motion.
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A new day arrived for Becka, but it was the same, old routine. Get food and water, be sprayed down, exercise for a few minutes, then spend the rest of the day searching for any way out of her prison. In the end, she would sit on the floor performing logic puzzles in her mind, to keep it sharp, and her sane. It had been months since she had seen or heard another human. There were times she thought she may be the last.
The familiar whir of an eight wheeler humming down the corridor caught her ears. It was definitely getting closer. She shivered and the hair on her body rose. Fear rose up inside her. She stood up to await its arrival.
The transport appeared at her cell door in moments. Her cell door opened and metal strands shot from the machine, pulling her into position, back against the concave upright. The transport tuned 180 degrees, then took off rapidly down the corridor.
After what seemed to Becka as a long ride, they had taken numerous corridors to get to this place, the eight wheeler stopped in front of a door. It was much smaller than any chamber door she had seen, well under two meters in height.
It opened and a massive hexagonal chamber turned on its side was on the other side of the door. The diagonal walls of the room were lined with giant windows displaying an impressive vista of planet Earth in all its glory, as the ship orbited the heavenly body. Various walkways, ledges and computer panels lined the lower section of the walls, below the two story windows. The room appeared to be a command center of sorts, perhaps where the core itself resided, or perhaps a throne room for the alien creature.
Becka's eyes locked onto something in the center of the chamber that paralyzed her with fear. There was a table in the middle of the room. It was shaped in an “X”. The table was human-sized, but appeared dwarfed by the enormity of the room.
The transport dropped her on the floor of the room, turn and left through the door as it closed. Tentacles of the hardened material dropped from holes in the vaulted ceiling, entwining and immobilizing her. In a dance of snakes, the tentacles worked together fluidly to place Becka on the table.
The table was not an exact “X”. From the center point, a flat, metal plate extended horizontally for nearly two meters. This would be where Becka's back and head would be secured. Each of the arms of the table would secure one leg and one arm each. Once the tentacles had finished with her they withdrew through their holes in the ceiling, back to their snake den.
Becka lay bound, legs spread wide on the warm metal of the table. She was not bound as intricately as she had been, the last time she had laid on a table like this. Now, strands of metal bound her wrists, her ankles and her waist. She was able to slide on the table's surface, to a degree. She drew hope from this. Hope that what was waiting for her, was not as brutal as what she had endured, her first time on this “X” table.
As Becka lay on the table she heard a quiet hiss. Tilting her head up, she watched as a panel on the wall just opposite her opened. What she saw stunned and confused her. It can't be, she thought.
The machine walked out of its pod behind the wall. Its movements were flawless. It was a machine, made to resemble a man's form.
It stood in front of Becka's eyes. It was completely opaque, white like frosted glass. Its chest did not move, nor did any of its “skin” that covered its extremities. It was more like a series of molded pieces, put together in the general shape of a human. Its head sat on an artificial spine. It had no eyes, ears or nose, but it did have what looked like lips. They were made of what appeared to be braided strands of elastic rubber. A clear film covered them. No mouth could be seen.
At its crotch there was a cock head and balls, both appeared to be permanently placed. The cock head was a perfect replica of the perfect tip. Wide, but not too wide, rounded at the sides. She knew this would touch her at some point. The thought of it made her wet.
Every joint on its body was an exact replica of a human. Rotor joints at the shoulders and hips were ball and socket. Joints at the elbow, wrists, knees and ankles were hinged joints. The fingers of its hands were segmented just as a man's were. There were hinge joints at every knuckle. Becka could see these black reproductions under the opaque outer covering.
Hundreds of strands of black elastic rubber-like material ran between every joint, joining them together so they could work as a single unit. If you removed all the veins, arteries, capillaries and organs from a human body, this would be how it would look, Becka thought, factually.
This machine man walked to her. Becka had seen the attempts humans had made to create a bipedal machine. They were clumsy and spasmodic, walking slowly in exaggerated movements, always trying to maintain their balance, for fear they would fall and not get up again. Not this one. Every motion, even the most subtle, mimicked a human body perfectly.
The machine man now stood between the lower arms of the “X” table, where Becka's ankles and waist were bound. It lowered itself to its knees effortlessly, in a ballet of fluid movement. Its hands, for the first time, touched the flesh of her thighs. Its fingers were warm and soft, the rubber material on its tips giving slightly, as a man's skin and flesh would have. Its head moved to Becka's moist cunt lips and placed its lips on them. They were warm on her tender flesh as they began to vibrate. They started slowly at first, but even so, no human could have replicated this act.
Pleasure coursed through Becka's body, as the machine man's lips vibrated faster and faster. She was moaning now, trying to arch her back, then she came.
Honey dew flowed from her cunt onto the mach
ine man's lips, and the covering that was its face. It reflected the light in the room, glistening and glimmering. A long moan escaped Becka as she reached another orgasm. The machine man's head did not move from its position between her legs. It was then she felt something smooth and slick part her cunt lips, to probe the excited flesh inside. This machine man had a tongue, she thought, her mind clouded by the sensations that it was discovering.
The machine man's tongue moved slowly into Becka's cunt, probing further down every moment. To Becka, it seemed to enlarge, its edges, rubbing her cunt walls as it moved deeper inside her. Her entire body was quivering in anticipation. Her cunt was soaking wet, filled with her own cum, her honey dew.
Finally, the tongue stopped. It could go no further. She felt it begin to withdraw from her wet cunt, faster than it had entered. Soon, she could feel its tip on her cunt hole.
Then it began.
The machine tongue shot in and out of her more rapidly than she had ever experienced, rubbing her cunt walls lightly with every motion. Becka exploded, shooting her honey dew in a stream onto the facial covering of the machine man. Her head was still tilted up, watching the machine man, motionless between her legs when the table under her head tilted up as well, to support her. Her cum covered her, belly to ass, in a slick sheet.
The machine man's tongue continued to fuck her warm, wet cunt. Its speed had increased beyond anything she could have ever imagined. It slid in and out of her faster than a sewing machine. Becka came over and over again. Each time ejecting a voluminous flow of her sweet honey dew onto the machine man's face covering, and her lower body. She was so lightheaded, she thought she might pass out. As if sensing this, the machine tongue stopped dead. Becka let out a desperate cry.
The machine man's head remained motionless, as if a motor had been turned off. A clear tube snaked its way from the table top to Becka's mouth. She sucked on it and received water. The water had a strange taste once more, but this time, it was a different type of strange, almost an orange taste. She drank down all she could. With each drop she felt her body get stronger, her mind more alert, her senses more vibrant. When she had taken her fill, the tube disappeared. She waited for the machine man's next act. She didn't wait long.
The machine man rose, almost elegantly, to its feet and stepped back. The table tilted quickly upright. Where Becka's knees met the table, the table folded backward, bringing her feet even with her knees, then it lowered itself. Becka found herself on her knees in front of the machine man, still bound to the table, arms and legs spread wide. The machine man moved closer.
In wonder, Becka saw the cock head telescope out from the machine man's body. A smooth, slick shaft driving it out from its body. The machine cock was huge, but not overwhelming. It was not meant to cause her pain or discomfort, she thought.
The head of the machine cock touched her lips. It was warm and soft, much like a flesh cock. Becka didn't look up at the facial covering of the machine man. What's the point, she thought. Instead, she stared straight ahead at the artificial cock she was about to perform fellatio on.
The machine man moved closer, its cock parted Becka's lips and traveled slowly into her mouth, then down her throat. The shaft had the same flesh like texture as the cock tip, but it was still alien to her. With her lips pressed up against the covering of the machine man's groin, its cock slid further down her throat. It soon reached a point where it caused her to start gagging uncontrollably. Saliva spilled from her lips onto the machine man's groin cover. Without moving its body, the machine cock, buried deep in her throat, drew back until Becka no longer gagged, then stopped. Becka's lips had felt the machine cock slide back, perhaps an inch, back into its hole. Her mouth and throat were still filled with the motionless alien cock mass. Looking straight ahead, she waited.
The machine man's member began to move once more. It retracted slowly from her throat and mouth, until only its tip was left in her mouth. Then, in a smooth, fluid motion it moved down her throat again. Becka took it all in her warm, wet mouth. As it slid down her throat it stopped abruptly, just before it reached the point where it would have gagged her, then it withdrew in a single, slippery motion.
The machine man began to face fuck Becka, driving its cock down her throat and out again with ever increasing speed. Becka's lips maintained a tight, slick seal over this alien member, as it slid over them, and into her mouth and throat. The thrusts and withdrawals grew more rapid, faster than any human hips could ever move. There was no friction on Becka's lips or throat. The machine cock shaft remained slick and slippery, like it was oiled. Becka enjoyed the feeling of this alien machine member moving in and out of her throat. Her nipples were hard and erect, her cunt growing wetter by the moment. She was the machine man's captive, and she must submit. This domination excited her.
As Becka was running thoughts of domination threw her mind, the machine cock stopped deep in her throat. A pressurized stream of thick, sweet fluid burst from its head. The machine man was cumming. Its body remained motionless as cups of hot, creamy syrup left its machine cock, and down Becka's throat. Becka worked her throat muscles, forcing more and more of this alien concoction down her throat. Her tongue shoveled volumes of the machine cum from her mouth to her throat. It tasted so sweet, she didn't want to miss a drop, even though she felt it escape from around her lips, flowing warmly down her cheeks and onto her tits.
With the machine man and its cock motionless, Becka scooped up the last of his sweet, creamy cum from her mouth, and forced it down her throat. At that moment the machine cock began to move again, retracting back inside the machine man's body. Once it was out of her mouth, Becka used her tongue to lick up any of this sweet, alien fluid from her face to her mouth. She cleaned her face well.
The table lifted and the metal plates that supported Becka below the knees click back into place, her body now flat on the inclined table. It then moved back to its horizontal position in the room. The machine man remained motionless between her legs. It was not long until its machine cock tip and shaft extended once more. It moved closer to Becka, as she lay bound on the table.
Becka felt the machine cock head part her wet cunt lips, and lay itself on her budding clitoris. Immediately, it began to vibrate so rapidly her body stiffened. The sensation was indescribable. Becka would moan, then hold her breath. She erupted from deep inside her cunt. Streams of honey dew shot from her body, one after another, hitting the machine man's groin cover like a lawn hose. Becka's body contorted, then stiffened. It repeated these actions in a series, between moans and grunts. The vibration from the machine cock remained unabated. Becka continued to cum, over and over again.
Her body was soaked in her own honey dew. Just when she thought she would lose consciousness, the vibration stopped. Becka let out a loud moan of despair. It was over.
Breathing hard, attempting to fill her lungs with air, Becka lay still on the table, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. Never in her life had she been so aroused. Never had she felt the excitement, the orgasms she had just experienced.
She longed for more.
The table underneath her head tilted up, as did Becka's head. The tube for water appeared once more and she drank down hard on it. The same strange taste hit her palette, as did the same feeling of restoration.
The tube disappeared as it had before. She felt how wet she was. Her cunt dripped honey dew. A film of her cum was drying on her body. She looked at the machine man. He was stationary. She couldn't tell if it was “on” or not. That question was answered as she saw its machine cock extend once more.
Becka's head was tilted up, so she could see the machine man, but she decided to close her eyes, once the alien machine cock head made contact with her wet, slick cunt lips. She felt them part and its long, wide shaft enter her. It filled her hole completely. Its smooth sides running along her cunt walls. She began to moan as the machine member drove deeper and deeper inside her.
“This is amazing,” she thought.
> The machine man's slick cock stopped as it hit bone inside Becka, and began to slowly retract, until all that remained inside her was the soft, wide machine cock head. The machine shaft moved itself deep inside her once more, again, stopping when it hit bone, and retracting slowly. This became a rhythmic ritual. The machine member fucked her slowly with exacting precision. Biting her lip, Becka came. Her honey dew cum flowed out of her, down across her anus and ass cheeks, onto the table. She was in ecstasy.
The machine cock grew more bold, moving faster and faster, in and out of Becka's sopping wet cunt, as more of her cum sprayed from around this machine cock's shaft. At first, her moans kept pace with the machine cock. Then, it reached a point far beyond any human ability. This machine cock, covered in alien skin, pistoned in and out of her faster than any jack hammer. Her moans were now long and drawn out, one after the other.
She was cumming profusely. Sprays of honey dew sat in the air, falling to the floor, only to be replaced by another mist from her warm, wet cunt. She struggled against her bindings, trying to push herself toward the machine man, but she was unsuccessful. Becka's mind was trying to process all these sensations that hit her. She continued to cum uncontrollable, brought on by the large machine member's speed. She was screaming in pleasure now, moans no longer sufficed.
Then it ended. The machine man's cock simply stopped, buried deep inside her. Becka waited for what was next. A voluminous jet of cum shot from a hole in the tip of the machine man's large cock. Becka felt it hit her insides like a tsunami. The pressure of this load inside her felt impossibly good and so arousing. She felt the warm, thick fluid burst from around the machine member buried deep inside her hot, cum filled cunt. Like a river of cream, it covered her lower body entirely, pushed up onto her belly, as it flowed down to cover her quivering ass cheeks, then spread in a puddle on the table top. It seemed as if it would never end, but like all good things, it did.
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