The Sex Machine Rides Again (Taken By The Machine Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

you’re the lucky
girl!”
    Hillary
quickly turned to run out of the room and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks
facing her tormentor as her arms and legs were gripped by strong rubbery straps
which had whipped out from the walls at lightning speed. She opened her mouth
to protest and another appendage shot down from the ceiling to fill it and cut
her speech off at its source. “Nggug!”
    Kevin
stood in front of the helpless woman and she felt his hand on her soft cheek.
“Let me tell you all about my incredible machine,” he said, slowly stroking her
face. “It took me the best years of my life to create, I built it just for Sara
and the bitch decided to leave just before I finished it.” He turned away and
began to boot up a laptop on a side table as he continued to talk to her. “The
machine is measuring your heart rate, respiration and perspiration level and
shortly it will be accurately monitoring your pussy secretions.”
    Hillary
began to struggle and protest as far as the infernal gag would allow. “Mmmm!
Nggug! Mbbub!” She tried to kick out at him but her leg lifted no more than a
centimetre before being pulled back down.
    Kevin
laughed and continued his lecture. “This machine can work completely
automatically and keep you at the height of pleasure all by itself, for as long
as I tell it to, or…” he held up a box that looked a lot like a hi-tech TV
remote. “Or, I can give it commands.” He pressed a red button and a whirring
noise started. “First of all I’m going to tell it to strip you naked and then
we’ll take it from there, shall we?” he stepped back and an arm with a spinning
silver disc at the end dropped down from the ceiling to fill the space where he
was just standing. “Oh and it won’t just be the machine fucking you, Hillary
darling,” he chuckled as the deadly looking disc closed in on the terrified
woman.  “But you’ll have to beg me for it,” he added.
    Hillary
could do nothing but watch as the razor sharp disc made contact with her
cardigan and sliced through it like a knife through butter. It moved across her
body and woollen strands fell to the floor. Once that garment was history, it
cut closer. Her summer dress was sliced and diced and she felt the chill of the
damp cellar on her bare skin as it fell away from her to pool at her feet. She
stood only in bra and panties as the disc moved away and Kevin stepped closer
again.
    “You
really are a magnificent woman Hillary,” Kevin spoke in a low voice as his
hands came up to cup her heavy breasts. “What are these puppies, 40E?” He
squeezed her tits as he spoke and then stepped back again. “I’ve waited a long
time for this moment and I’m going to savour it, you horny little slut. You
have no idea how many wanks I’ve had over you,” he added as the disc span up
again.
    It
took less than five seconds for Hillary’s tits to be out and another ten for
the disc to delicately shred her knickers. Hillary heard Kevin take a deep
breath before sliding a middle finger straight into her moist pussy. “You seem
to be ready for action, you horny slut,” he chuckled, moving the finger around.
He lowered his head to lick one of her big pink nipples before removing his
finger and sucking it clean in front of her face. “I’m going to put it on
automatic now,” he smiled. “I’ll be back for you to beg for my cock.”
    Kevin
left the room and the machine began whirring. Hillary felt pressure behind her knees
and then suddenly her legs were pulled from under her. She was on her back,
suspended in mid-air with her legs spread obscenely wide. The thick gag dropped
from her lips but she no longer felt the need to shout. Instead, her lips
curled in a moan as the machine connected itself to her clitoris and began to
buzz and the rubbery pads on her nipples pulled gently on them as though
milking her. She thought about the inadequate sex she got from her husband and
tried to remember the last time she felt as good as