Chapter 11

Clarissa spent a good part of the night reading her purloined book. Though a psychology major Clarissa’s father was a full on computer geek, and she was skilled in this area far beyond her years, as she was in almost every area. In between absorbing information she dominated her submissive lover so that by morning they had both enjoyed many more orgasms. Finally as dawn crept over the window sill they fell into an exhausted sleep.

Late in the morning Clarissa awoke to find herself alone. She showered quickly and dressed, though she didn’t expect her clothes to stay on long today. Not bothering with breakfast she decided to check on the bound girl first.

Carefully slipping into the monitor room she saw the now haggard looking blonde vertically mounted. The teen knew that her instrument of sexual torture was capable of pivoting to put it’s victim in a number of positions.

At the present time Zoe was standing before the girl a wired dildo in her hand.

“So my pet, sleep well?”

“With that thing in my cunt. I spent half the night cumming and the other half cursing you.”

“I’ll break you yet girl. I still have the rest of the day.”

A quick look showed the teen that William was sitting alone in his office. Good she had plans for him too. Clarissa stepped into the playroom. “Do you need that infernal machine to take someone bitch?”

“Ah Jessica’s little slut,” the woman said turning. “Perhaps you need a turn on my toy when this one is through?”

“Aren’t you woman enough to take me without it,” the teen said, stripping off her cloths.

Zoe dropped her robe and Clarissa saw she was naked beneath it. She was certainly not unpleasant to look at. Her breast were small enough that even at her age they did not sag. Her hips were wide and womanly. Her waist small and her stomach tight.

Zoe stepped up to her and Clarissa leaned down to kiss the woman. The kiss was hard and passionate and soon their tongues were dueling for dominance. Clarissa pulled the smaller woman into her arms, using her greater size and athletic strength she pulled Zoe’s ass into hers, so that their bodies were crushed together.

Zoe’s hands clenched on the teen’s butt cheeks. She rolled her hips and their cunts rubbed together since Clarissa was semi-squatting to line them up. Suddenly she shifted and her legs closed around the woman, so that the teen’s crotch was rubbing on the leg as her own cunt rubbed on the woman’s hip.

Tiffany looked on in wonder as the teen took Zoe from a full stop to fifty miles in hour in less than a minute.

Clarissa broke the kiss and used her hands to lower Zoe’s face to her breast. The woman, her mouth just inches from the brown capped morsel could not resist and her tongue reached out to lick the hard nipple. The teen pushed the woman’s face harder into her tit and Zoe found her mouth sucking on the succulent orb as her tongue continued to play over the nipple.

Clarissa’s cunt was rapidly humping Zoe’s leg now, spreading her juice over the woman’s body.

“Uhg ... ugh ... ugh ... Au fuck!” the girl squealed as an orgasm ran through her. She clutched Zoe’s head harder to her as her fluid ran down the older woman’s leg.

Clarissa entwined her fingers in the woman’s short hair and pulled her head up until she could reach her lips. She mashed the woman’s lips to hers, not giving the woman a chance to breath. Zoe was indeed breathless, lost in the dominating teen’s embrace.

Clarissa twisted her leg behind the dirty blonde and she felt herself falling to the floor, only Clarissa’s grasp preventing her from landing hard. Suddenly the girl’s lips were on her breasts and her teeth bit on her nipple. Zoe felt her cunt gush. She made a feeble halfhearted attempt to push the girl’s mouth away, but then Clarissa reached up and tweaked her other nipple and she moaned in pleasure.

Clarissa’s mouth moved down her body following her hands. Her fingers reached Zoe’s bush and soon they slipped between her nether lips. Zoe’s hips thrust off the floor to meet them, as Clarissa’s tongue reached her navel. The girl sucked on it as her other hand reached under Zoe’s leg and caressed the back of her knee.

“Cummming,” was all she could say, her hips now thrusting up in rhythm with the teen’s penetrating fingers.

Clarissa moved lower to suck up the juice running out of the woman’s cunt. When she had pushed the woman through her orgasm the teen left her fingers in the cunt fluttering on her G-Spot. When Clarissa’s tongue moved up to lick her clit she thrust her hips off the floor once more.

“Aw Fuck, again!” she cried another cum racking her body.

Before this one finished Clarissa released her and turned her body around. As Zoe came down from the heights of passion she found the teen’s cunt pressing into her face. As Clarissa’s tongue resumed working on her clit Zoe grabbed her thighs, bringing the girl’s cunt closer to her mouth. Her own tongue reached out lapping at the girl.

It took the skillful woman less that four minutes to drive the blonde into her second orgasm. By that time Zoe herself was running from one rushing orgasm to another.

When she finished her second cum Clarissa reached beneath the woman she was now totally dominating to dig her fingers into the woman’s ass cheeks as she pulled her more tightly to her own lips. Slipping her fingers into the woman’s cunt only long enough to cover them in squirting cum she reached beneath her prey to circle the woman’s rosebud anus.

Zoe was shaking and thrusting. If Clarissa had not been pushing her cunt down with all the leverage she could muster the woman would have thrown her off in her writhing passion. As Zoe reached another high Clarissa penetrated her ass with not one, but two of her fingers, thrusting cruelly into her.

Zoe screamed as though gutted. Her body bowed as in her pleasure ridden overload she lifted the teenage dominatrix over her before collapsing down unconscious.

Her successful taking of the woman was enough to push Clarissa over the edge again. Even though the woman had ceased stimulating the teen her cunt throbbed in passion spraying the unconscious woman’s face with clear liquid.

Clarissa’s exhausted sweat covered body lay on her victim for minutes before the blonde could rouse herself.

“Fuck, I’ve never seen any thing like that,” the bound girl said in awe.

“I’m just getting started,” the teen said. She looked around for the tablet that was the center of all her plans and found it sitting on a side table.

She picked it up and quickly noted it did indeed match what she expected.

“Time to get you free,” she said to Tiffany. A couple of clicks on the menus and the thin blonde felt her manacles click open. She almost fell before Clarissa could reach her.

“Careful,” she said. “How long have they had you in that thing?” She helped the girl reach a chair.

“Since Thursday evening.”

“Just rest,” Clarissa said setting down the tablet. “I’ve got this.”

The fit young teen easily picked up Zoe’s unconscious body. The woman was just starting to stir when Clarissa snapped the manacles on her legs.

“Let me up!” the woman screamed. “Release me!”

Clarissa had the tablet in her hand again. She looked for the profiles menu. She scrolled through the names:

“Ah, Amber, Allison, Beth...,” she said as the names rolled down. “ ... Jessica, Zoe you naughty girl.”

“Let me loose bitch,” the woman said pulling at the cuffs.

“Ah here it is: Zoe.” She pressed the link and a diagram came up. A woman’s body outline with three attachments flashing on and off to show they were not connected.

“Let me see,” Tiffany said. “Oh look at that ... looks like fun.”

“Where are the attachments?”

“I saw her pull them out of there,” the winsome blonde pointed at a dresser with long four inch tall drawers.

Clarissa pull the top drawer open and saw a line of vibrator dildos in a row each in its own foam cutout, numbered from 1 to 5, each larger than the one beside it.

“Looks like the profile calls for a number 3,” the teen pulled out the device and hooked it to where the number four Zoe had been holding was connected.

Tiffany pointed to the screen. “Looks like we need a number 4 too.”

“Yeah but not one of these,” Clarissa said moving to the next drawer. She pulled a number 4 out of this drawer. It was thinner but longer.

“The nipple unit is down right evil,” Tiffany said.

“Lets get these into her.”

“No!” Zoe said. “I’m the mistress here! You will not...”

“Shut up, cunt,” Tiffany said. “You’ll be quiet or I’ll stick the number six up your ass.”

Clarissa pressed another button on the pad and the table went from a vertical to a horizontal position. Another press and Zoe’s legs spread. Clarissa picked up some lube from the table.

“Let me,” Tiffany said. Taking the rectal probe she slid it into her tormentor’s rectum, unlubed.

“Ahhhh Nooo!” Zoe squealed.

Tiffany reached up and let her fingers sliding into the helpless woman’s pussy. “What do you know? She’s still soaked. I think you can skip the lube.”

Tiffany pulled her fingers out and stepped back. Clarissa rubbed the tip of the vibrator at Zoe’s lips. Then she pushed it in slowly. The woman gasped.

“Aw, She likes it,” Tiffany said. The girl reached out for the breast unit. She laid it on Zoe’s chest and the woman squealed as it captured her nipples. “Now turn it on,” she said cruelly.

Clarissa looked down the menu. “What shall we pick? ‘Slow and steady?’, ‘Wild ride?” ... how about ‘Tsunami?’”

She pressed the button and the units started their work.

The machine had not been built to torture Tiffany. Zoe had the Orgasmatron 6000 designed and built by the most clever and skillful engineers she could find. While she had used it on any number of other women the machine was designed primarily to please her. Its computer ran a special Artificial Intelligence program, something Clarissa’s father would call an AI. It learned from the physiological responses of its users. The machine would run a random pattern of vibrations, movements and pressures. If the user responded, heartbeat, skin galvanic response, audible patterns, etc., the machine would record that combination of stimulations. It would then string those combinations together. The machine was design to turn a woman into a puddle of ogasmically satiated flesh.

The machine “knew” in its programming what Zoe liked. What she craved. The second Clarissa turned it on it began to work on her breasts. As her nipples hardened the machine pinched them. Zoe wasn’t a woman who craved tenderness. She like it rough. The pinching of her nipples ran right down to her cunt.

The vaginal dildo/vibrator of the Orgasmatron 6000 did not just vibrate. It actually collapsed and extended beneath its fake skin, so that it was vibrating and pumping. A small nub reached up and covered the woman’s clit. This part could also vibrate and move.

The orgasm took only a minute to build. Part of it was due to the perfection of the machine’s programming and haptic feedback, but an important aspect of her response was the helplessness she felt, like many dominatrix, Zoe in her soul longed to be dominated. To be forced to turn control over to another. Somehow this girl barely old enough to fuck knew her weaknesses. She felt the orgasm build quickly. It started at her breasts being so well manipulated by her infernal machine. It traveled to her toes, making them curl, and ran up her short well formed legs, straight to the core of her womanhood.

“NO! STOP!” Zoe screamed pulling at her bonds again. Then suddenly her body bowed, “FUCK!” she screamed.

“She couldn’t have cum already!” Clarissa exclaimed.

“Better tell that to her,” Tiffany said as the woman writhed on the table.

As her body stopped shaking Zoe screamed, “You will be so sorry! I ... fuck ... uh ... uh ... uh ... Noooo!” her body went into convulsions again. That orgasm was followed by a string of gut wrenching cums and the woman was too exhausted to curse the pair of blondes again when she finished them, nothing but a sweat covered puddle of flesh as the machine prepared for it’s next assault.

Tiffany scanned the desk and found Zoe’s phone. She thumbed through the contacts until she found the one she wanted.

Jason was sitting at the table in the sun room thinking about what would happen when his domineering mother released his probably ex-fiancee in a few hours when his phone belted out “Lucky Lady”.