Fan Fiction
Contents - [Prologue|Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5|Chapter 6|Chapter 7|Chapter 8|Chapter 9|Chapter 10|Chapter 11|Ending #1|Ending #2|Ending #3|Ending #4]
Codes: Mdom/f, bnd, M+/f, bukkake
Miller grinned as he found Dizzy's prone, cum-covered form in the cell. Amid her half-whimpered protests, he replaced the gag, then put her in the bondage which forced her to crawl, and put her leash on her collar, before starting to lead her out of the cell.
They ended up in the room where Dizzy had originally been processed. Several scientists were there, and a few of them — donning rubber gloves — lifted her up and carried her to the large metal sink, where they removed her bonds and ribbons, and then turned the water on, spraying her, and began washing her hands and feet. She blushed, squirming a bit, as they cuffed her wrists and ankles to the poles, and began washing the rest of her body.
Someone began washing Dizzy's face, and then someone else strapped a ballgag into her face and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. She whimpered, then gasped as someone began to sponge against her sex, with someone else lathering attention over her tail.
She moaned loudly, surrendering completely to the pleasure, letting it wash over her the way the water was, loving the sensations. They built up much faster than they had the first time she'd been here — since she wasn't resisting every iota of it — and it was like a tsunami building up within her. A shudder of pleasure ran through her, the white sensations filling her up, and she squealed through her gag as she came, her body spasming and shaking, her juices splashing out of her sex.
The scientists carefully removed her bonds as she let out a soft moan, turning her over onto her stomach, and then re-cuffed her, and resumed cleaning her off. It was so embarassing, the way they were cleaning her off like some sort of instrument ... but at the same time, she felt so aroused ...
Finally, they uncuffed her and towelled her off; the towels felt so soft. She let out a soft coo as her wrists and ankles were cuffed to her tail, and a blindfold and ring gag were put on her face, before they placed her on a moving gurney — or was it the same one as the first day? — and began moving her down the hallway.
Eventually, they reached Miller's room. "Ah, good," she heard him say. He lifted her up and carried her over to the bed, then heard the sound of cloth moving, then felt his cock pressed into her mouth. "I don't think I have to tell you what to do," he said.
Dizzy blushed, and began licking and suckling, purring to make her mouth vibrate. Miller began stroking her hair, and she purred more loudly, increasing the vibrations.
"Mmm, yes ..." murmured Miller. "Good pet ... there you go ..." He used his other hand to begin guiding her head, bobbing her up and down over his length, and she whimpered softly, blushing deeply.
Then he suddenly pulled Dizzy's head down, so that his cock was almost at the back of her throat. She squeaked, and barely managed not to choke as his cum began to shoot into her mouth. A whimper escaped her as she began to swallow it all, blushing bright red, shivering and squirming as some of it spilled into her mouth.
Miller sat there gasping for a moment, and slowly stroked her hair. "Liss is busy overseeing the construction of more Gear-machines," he said suddenly. "And she'll be figuring out a way to make us more ... secure. So while she's doing that, I've got you just about all to myself."
He picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom, undoing her bonds along the way, except for her collar. He placed her in the bathtub, which was already full of water, and began to wash her off. She blushed; it was more personal than what the scientists had done, and she found herself becoming aroused again.
But when it was done, she felt clean — cleaner than she had in several days. Miller gave her a soft towelling off, then carried her over to the bed, where he simply cuffed her wrists together behind her back, and placed a pair of shackles on her legs, unconnected in any way, then put her ribbons in her hair and on her tail. Dizzy shivered, suddenly realizing how compliant she was, simply letting Miller do this to her ...
But he placed a blindfold on her and stroked her hair, and she began purring softly.
Miller chuckled. "I've already used you plenty of times," he said. "But I think it's time some of the other people on the Project got a shot at you. C'mon." He took out a length of chain and attatched it to her collar, then gave it a tug. She whimpered softly, getting up to follow him, and blushed.
She was completely disoriented as he led her around blindly, and several times she felt someone groping her. But Miller didn't seem to notice, and eventually, she felt stone or concrete under her feet. He sat her down somewhere, and attatched the chain to something behind her, then heard and felt him attatch two more chains to her shackles. Then he removed the cuffs on her wrists and pulled off the blindfold.
She was in a cell. A dungeon cell. A cold, bare, stone dungeon cell. She whimpered.
Miller chuckled. "This is where our little orgy's going to be," he said. "But first, swallow these." He took out a small bottle of small red pills and a cup of water, and made her swallow four of them.
Then he stood back and turned to leave. "Those were aphrodisiac pills, by the way," he said. "Each of the men who will come here will have taken a single similar pill ... one-twentieth of the potency of the ones you just took."
"W-what ...?" stammered Dizzy, eyes widening, but he simply chuckled and left the cell. She whimpered, placing a hand over her stomach, already feeling a strange tingling inside her. She squirmed in her bonds, but already she was feeling a wave of arousal build up inside her. Her mind sank into a haze more quickly than it had in a while. She was dimly aware of several men stepping into the room, nude. She whimpered, fighting to keep from reaching down and fingering herself ...
Then she felt a cock pressed against her lips, and she hungrily closed her mouth around it, licking and suckling, not even purring now in her ferocity. Two more were placed in her hands, and she pumped them, shuddering as her pleasure magic automatically seeped from her fingers.
It wasn't long before all three came, spraying her with cum, and she moaned as they withdrew. She barely had time to swallow what was in her mouth before someone pressed her onto her back, tilted her head, and pressed his cock into her mouth. Someone else pressed their length between her breasts and began pressing them around it, and she moaned around the one in her mouth, beginning to assist the one in her breasts.
A pair of cum-coated fingers spread her pussylips, and someone pressed their cock into her. She shuddered, moaning, and the person at her breasts moved away, pushing her (and, apparently, the one at her mouth) forward, pressing himself into her rear. She squealed, the one in her mouth erupting, pulling back to cover her face, and shuddered violently as she orgasmed, taking the two inside her with her. She could barely tell which way was up, could barely tell where a cock was at any given moment, just moaning and shuddering with pure orgasmic bliss as she pumped and sucked and thrusted ...
It was like being caught in I-No's "Megalomania" attack. If you were caught off-guard once, you were thrown around like a ragdoll.
Dizzy was suddenly aware. Three cocks were trying to press into her mouth at once. She whimpered, closing her mouth around the one in the middle, grasping and pumping the other two, trembling and shuddering and squeezing her eyes shut as they sprayed into her face.
Someone pulled her backwards and she yelped as her rear was impaled on a hard thick shaft. Whoever it was reached forward, pinching and mauling her nipples as she found herself pumping yet another cock with her hand. Someone else thrust into her pussy, and she gasped, squirming and moaning, shuddering as more cum was sprayed all over her. She suddenly felt someone else put a pill in her mouth, then their cock, and she gasped as she swallowed, licking the length until it sprayed cum in her face and mouth (Miller?), and that's about when she felt the tingling begin again ...
She moaned as the man she was on top of came inside her rear, and someone else pulled her off and bent her forward, taking her doggy-style. A hand grasped each of her wrists, and she was quickly pumping at another pair of cocks, gasping as her pleasure built up with immense speed, and this time, she screamed when she came, shuddering, completely overwhelmed by pure pleasure ....
She must have passed out. When she was next aware, she was lying heavily on the floor of the cell, drenched in cum. Even her wings and tail were wet with the combined seed of what had to have been several men.
Dizzy sat up unsteadily, looking around the cell. She was alone. She pulled her legs in close to her chest and buried her face between them, sobbing softly.
"Is everything performing to specifications?" asked Liss smoothly.
"Yes, Dr. McCormick," said one of the scientists in the slightly unsettled tone of someone who knew there was a party he hadn't been invited to.
Liss chuckled. "Oh, you'll get your turn soon enough," she said. "In any event, the board has grudgingly approved my controversial suggestion for who the second DZ creation should be."
"I-No?" said the scientist nervously.
Liss shook her head. "No — we definitely want an actual Command Gear in charge of all our creations before converting her," she said, and grinned in a way that caused the scientist to draw back nervously. "My idea was much better than that ..."