Erotica: Handcuffing Inhibitions (New Adult Romance Bundle)(Erotic Sex Taboo Box Set)

by Rachel Wilson

  It was just a boring, ordinary, utterly unremarkable human bathroom.

  Lucy sighed. She couldn't pretend she wasn't disappointed. She'd expecting something brilliant for her first official day of experimentation, but it didn't appear as though brilliance was to be found.

  She shrugged. Maybe they just want me to finger myself in the shower, she considered, and after waiting a few minutes for the cool stream of water to warm, she stepped inside.

  The pulsating stream felt wonderful on her skin.

  Lucy realized for the first time that she felt incredibly dirty, and not in the good way she normally did. In Earth time, it was now Saturday morning, and she hadn't last showered since Wednesday evening, after a Thursday all-nighter at the office, a Friday night spent in outer space, and several dozens of sweaty people grinding their bodies up against her. A nice long soak was now well overdue.

  She lathered up a thick foam of shampoo in her hands, the iridescent bubbles glistening with every movement, and slowly, very slowly, began to rub her own body. She spread it through her hair, sculpting it into a beautiful soapy mess, then brought her hands down to her breasts, caressing them, running her fingers in tender circles as she coated them as well, bringing about a brilliant shine that almost made her smile.

  She squirted out another handful of shampoo and continued lathering herself, running her hands lovingly across her taught abdomen, painting it white, a delightful little soap bubble precisely filling up her belly button. She moved all the way down to the triangle of skin below her waist before stopping, then reached around, sudsing up her rump, loving the slick, liquid glide of her fingers along the contours of her plump round ass.

  Getting herself off manually after all this slow titillation would be a cinch.

  A shower, she decided, had been exactly what she'd needed.

  She leaned into the stream of the shower head, and let the thick, sudsy streams of lather cascade down across the planes of her body, washing down along her surface like a raging waterfall, gliding perfectly, drops curving around her navel and dribbling down into her pussy, trickling down her legs and then at last rolling down into the holes of the tub drain. The shampoo from her hair rained an opaque curtain of white around her field of vision, and she closed her eyes to avoid it, savoring the hot, beautiful, steamy feeling, rolling her head around sensuously, her hand moving slowly for the wet gap between her legs.

  And that's when she felt a thick hand tapping her from behind.

  She gasped, her eyes springing open, the shampoo stinging them, blinding her, forcing her to rub them clean with her wet, frenzied fingers.

  When at last she could see, she let out an even more substantial gasp than before.

  “Mind if I join you?”

  Standing there, towering over her, his head practically cramped against the ceiling, was the largest man or man-shaped being Lucy had ever laid eyes on. He peered in longingly at her naked flesh, his own skin a grayish alien color and his muscles bulging, his erect cock waggling slightly in the open air, so large that Lucy could scarcely figure out how he avoided falling over. It was practically the size of an extra limb, she thought, and began to feel faint at the realization that this was the aliens' intended first test.

  “Oh my God,” said Lucy, a bit lost for words otherwise, and the giant smiled.

  “It's rude to stare,” he said playfully, but did a little pelvic dance for her, letting the perverse thing jiggle for her benefit.

  “So, uh... I guess you're the first test...” She gulped.

  “Golath is my name,” he grumbled, “And yes. Let's just say I'm here to wake you up...”

  Lucy stole one last look at the fright of a thing and then stood back, making room for her well-endowed new guest. “Well... Come on in, then, I guess...”

  It was like watching an elephant get in the tub with her.

  His gleaming skin slid up against Lucy's, his muscles splashing in the water, his cock patting her on the head as it danced above her hair.

  “God... I'm not sure whether I can handle all that...” she shuddered, gazing up at it, unable to conjure up even the mental picture of him somehow cramming that mammoth of an organ into her tight body.

  Golath laughed. “No one ever thinks they can... But then they do anyway...”

  “Uh... Well then...” she said, thinking hard, desperately wanting him inside of her now, but not sure whether she could survive the ride. “I guess let's get started...” She spread her legs apart as much as space would allow her, and once again Golath laughed.

  “Maybe I better take the reigns on this one...”

  Lucy shrieked. Before she'd known it, Golath had seized her by the waist, with one hand, no less, and turned her around to face the shower head. Oh God, she thought, What have I gotten myself into?

  And from here on out, Lucy was like a sex toy to him. He lifted her to his face like a feather, and she shuddered slightly, as his sandpapery tongue began lapping at her twat, running gently up and down along its contours, not to pleasure her so much, she could tell, but to lubricate her, his syrupy saliva hotter and thicker than any she'd ever felt from a fellow human being.

  He pulled her away finally, a long sticky thread of spit dripping from her cooch to his lips before finally snapping, and lowered her down along his body, her limbs hanging freely like a rag doll's, her nerves piqued, her entire body braced for what was sure to be a deep impact.

  “You ready?” he grunted.

  “No...” she quivered. “But go ahead and tear me apart...”

  Lucy had been with men who'd used artificial pocket pussies as sex toys now and then, and this was more in line with how Golath used her at this point than as a sex partner. Very little effort was made by the giant himself, and in fact much of his body was unoccupied whatsoever by the undertakings of sexual activity. Lucy was his masturbation sleeve, sliding furiously up and down around his raging hard on with a casual pumping of his wrists, her body squishing and squirming and writhing between his fingers like some brilliant living latex.

  She found herself screaming from the get go.

  It was like having to sit vagina-first on a parking bollard, and then then being repeatedly slammed up and down into it like a shaft being drawn into a piston. It was a remarkably painful, exceptionally beautiful sensation, the lips of her femininity stretching as though to accommodate a landing airplane each time, and then pulling back out again, every once in a while hitting her with a sack of complimentary nuts.

  Her head bobbed in and out of the stream of the shower as he pummeled her, relentlessly, effectively waterboarding her as she flung in and out of the stream, the engorged cleft between her legs verging on far too much for her to handle.

  The humping sped to near supersonic levels, and the slapping of her wet skin against his body was like a single audience member trying to clap loudly enough for the entire rest of an otherwise-silent crowd.

  Her head light from beautiful agony, she began to tumble into an exquisite free fall of orgasm, her body oozing into itself, until at last he gave her one final slam against his pelvis, pulling her so deep into his body that she thought he might poke through to the other side. She felt his cum gushing forward inside of her body, melting her already-churned pussy, oozing out and seeping in liquid perfection onto the floor of the tub, sending her over the edge, her body convulsing madly in an agonizing seizure of delight.

  A few minutes later, and she was lying on the wet floor, her chest heaving, already exhausted from the day, Golath grinning wickedly down at the tattered body of his rag doll.

  “Very good,” he said pleasantly, shaking off a bit of cum from his still-raging erection. “I was impressed by how well you handled that...”

  “Thanks,” panted Lucy, peering exhaustedly up at him, and then said without thinking about it, “Do you think we could try some fisting?”

  Golath looked taken aback for a moment, surprised at her gluttony for punishment, and then smiled, curling his massive hands int
o head-sized fists as he kneeled down to meet her.

  Yrag and Trebor could hear her screaming from the opposite wing of the ship, and smiled at one another.

  “So far, so good,” said Trebor.

  Chapter Two

  Lucy waddled through the ship with her legs outstretched, too sore to close them, sauntering with a gait worthy of a saddle-sore cowboy. “Hello?” she called, seeking her hosts, and she was grateful that Golath hadn't tried to perform oral on her, else she probably wouldn't have a voice box anymore. She was still naked, too, since she'd been given nothing to change into following her dirty shower, and she wondered if being a sexual test subject would mean sitting around the ship naked during the entire trip.

  “Ah, Lucy,” said Yrag, appearing rather suddenly, and took her by the hand. “Come... I mean, well... I hear you've done that already twice this morning,” he said slyly, and corrected, “Follow me...”

  It occurred to her that the aliens must surely be keeping records of all this, the frequency, duration, and intensity of her orgasms, things like that, and this turned her on a little. It was great to know that what you loved doing anyway could be found so interesting to people who were smarter than you.

  “Now, we're going to try something a little less strenuous for today's second test, but I can assure you it is no less stimulating.”

  “Okay,” she said, willing and eager and ready for whatever was next.

  “First of all, put this on,” he said, handing her a blind fold, and instantly she was aroused once more.

  “Oooh... Kinky...” She tied it around her eyes, and the interior of the ship was obliterated from view.

  “And now this,” he added, and she felt him slipping something like a plush bathrobe around her body, but with legs to it, and zip it up the back, its fuzzy warmth feeling gently sensual against her otherwise-naked skin. “Now, this is a little invention that Trebor and I have come up with, which we refer to affectionately as the kink coat. Its job is to measure out variations in terms of sensation levels, and to stimulate the user accordingly.”

  “Oh my...” said Lucy, her imagination already running wild with the idea.

  “So, what's going to happen is, you're going to have breakfast- we've laid out a wide selection of stimulating space fruits for you try- astrodisiacs, they're called, similar in appearance and taste to fruits found on Earth, but with added sexual properties, that should each activate the coat in different ways. You being blindfolded should add to the suspense of not knowing what you're putting in your mouth each time.”

  “You're overselling all this...” said Lucy impatiently. “Just get me in there already!”

  The kink coat would later go down as one of Lucy's stranger and more memorable XXXperiments. Like a chameleon, its shape and texture changed with astonishing conviction. She would blindly grope the dining table, pick up a fruit- a cherry, for instance- and she would pop it intoher mouth, its red, warm tang making her nipples stand erect, and suddenly the coat would turn from plush to silk, billowing sensually across the folds of her body, and endowing her breasts in particular with a beautiful feeling of stimulation.

  She would peel a banana, and lodge its phallic head into her throat, gagging herself just for fun with the thrusting motion of fellatio, and the coat would transform into leather, tightening around her body, constricting her neck a bit, compressing against her tits like a vacuum, riding up pleasantly between her legs and pulling on her cooter as it shrunk.

  At one point, she blindly bit into an avocado, and a series of hard nubs popped up all around the suit, pressing into her, jutting into her various orifices, making her squirm as though some force was closing in all around her, attempting to crush her.

  She climaxed finally at figs, perhaps the most ancient of forbidden fruits, their gummy sweetness turning the coat into a texture she could scarcely identify, but it was like wearing a second skin, grinding strangely around every inch of her body, heating her up with its friction, quenching her with a pouring flood of sweat.

  She came.

  It was no run-of-the-mill orgasm either, but a rare full-body affair, her every limb jittering with pleasure, her spine uncertain as to which way it should writhe, her mind shooting off into orbit and the chances realistic that it may never elect to come back down again.

  But it did, finally, after what felt like hours, and possibly was, because when she removed the blindfold again she saw her hosts standing there, smiling, nodding their heads with approval.

  “Very, very impressive,” said Trebor, scribbling something on a notepad, and Yrag nodded in agreement.

  “We may have underestimated her stamina and abilities. That was a fine erotic performance if ever I saw one.”

  “Thanks,” panted Lucy, her cheeks red this time, but from exhaustion rather than embarrassment. “Can I keep this thing?”

  They both laughed. “Maybe later,” said Yrag. For now we need you to take it back off, and resume your daily schedule as normal.

  “My normal daily schedule wouldn't involve sitting around naked, but whatever you say,” she said, a little bummed about having to give the thing up.

  “Now, Lucy,” said Trebor, seeming not to notice, “What would you say would be the next step in your day? After, you know, getting ready and everything?”

  “Well,” said Lucy, considering. “Normally I would go into work, but unless you abducted my entire office complex without my knowing it, I doubt that's gonna happen.”

  “Okay,” said Yrag patiently. “Let's say on the weekend, then.”

  “Um... I'd probably just lay around and watch TV for a while?”

  “Then that's precisely what you'll do,” said Trebor, and Lucy didn't like the way he smiled.

  Chapter Three

  Lucy was amazed at how many channels they got out here in space. Their cable package seemed better than her own at home, and had she not been floating around on what was ostensibly an extraterrestrial sex ship, she might very well have spent the day lying around nude and channel surfing. Presently, she flipped through channel upon channel of pay-per-view sporting events, cartoons, movies from the 1990s, home shopping, and at last settled on a shitty reality program she liked featuring spoiled celebrities acting like morons for a half hour. This was the life.

  Lucy was even more amazed when a human-shaped robot strolled casually into the room, endowed, it was impossible not to notice, with a gleaming silicon hard-on hanging from his waist, looking poised to be put to good use. Lucy didn't move, but followed him with her eyes as he came near, wondering how tactlessly this clunky metal man would make his request to screw her.

  “I have been instructed to screw you,” he said, so flatly and robotically that it shattered even Lucy's low expectations.

  “I figured as much,” said Lucy, and she stared, considering, at his mechanical erection.

  “Would you like to screw with me?” asked the robot, with painful awkwardness, but Lucy was too preoccupied with the notion of being fucked by a robot to consider his lack of social graces.

  “Hmm...” said Lucy, pretending to think about it, but of course she did. “Yeah, I guess that would be alright. Do you want me to get down on my hands and knees, or...”

  “No, no, no,” said the robot, hurriedly, waving his hands in front of him. “Your job is to see how sexcessfully you can go about your daily routine while simultaneously indulging your erotic inclinations, and thus this needs to commence with as little distraction as possible.”

  “Oh... Alright then...” she said, a little confused.

  “You stay right where you are, and I shall screw you. I shall screw you real good, and I shall not even obstruct your view of the TV.

  “Sounds... fun,” said Lucy, and could already feel her muscles begin to contract. She spread her legs out for him, clearing the runway as it were, but inconvenienced herself in no other way, thinking that this was what was intended for her by Yrag and Trebor.

  A few seconds later, she felt the robot's
legs draped around her waist, and she couldn't keep herself from looking as he slid his generous mechanical cock into her body.

  She swallowed hard.

  He was in a bizarre, face down position, a wheelbarrow, basically, with his hands on the floor, his head upside down, his roboner penetrating her from what would normally have been the completely wrong angle. But it felt wonderful, Lucy thought, and almost instantly her pummeling began.

  Lucy gasped, suppressing an agonized moan of delight.

  Her shoulders cringed, writhing in snake-like fashion as she tried to keep them steady. Her fingernails dug into the throw pillows, doing a lousy job of stabilizing her, and she had to struggle to keep her eyes fixed on the TV, where to air-headed brunettes with huge asses exploited their bimbo-hood for millions. The cybernetic sexpot was pummeling away at her pussy as though mining her, searching for treasure, his perfectly replicated cock hurdling mechanically, inoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinout, tenderizing her, churning her into a liquid, causing her to convulse and squirm and quiver and writhe with delight. Her knees gravitated inward like magnets, closing in around the thrusting metal fiend, and at last she had to give up resistance and participate in the antics, cocking her head back, her hair swirling over her ears, arching her spine, seizing hold of the robot's legs and pulling him even closer into herself.

  “Ohhhhhhhh, GOD!” she exclaimed, and the robot did absolutely nothing at all with the rest of his body. He just stood there on his hands, even his pelvis completely still, and his manufactured penis jackhammering away at Lucy's tender parts with a mechanical vengeance.

  She thought as she drifted away into the perfect blankness of orgasm, It feels good to be doing the right thing for my kind. Really, really good..

  And she wondered as she passed out what the invading snatch-snatchers might have in store for her next.