Chapter 3:The Sex Machine

Ginger was rather curious to look into the Professor's hut, now that she knew there was a sexual device inside. She had been in the Professor's hut several times, sometimes only wearing a towel, but she had never noticed anything. How small could he make the thing anyway?

The Professor entered his hut going straight to his lab bench. He flipped it over to reveal what looked like a standard examining table complete with stirrups and very naughty looking wrist restraints.

"Professor, I never would have guessed you for a bondage enthusiast."

"There is no need to get excited Ginger," said the Professor sternly, "The restraints are only a safety precaution."

"Professor, you have a naked and horny woman all alone in your hut. You are trying to lure me into restraints where I will be helpless against anything you want to do to me. I don't mind, but could you drop this attitude of scientific detachment for the time being?"

"Ginger, my scientific detachment is not an 'attitude' as you call it. It is the rock that has enabled me to keep my sanity these three years."

Ginger only smiled, knelt down, unzipped the Professor's fly and proceeded to give him a blow job. It wasn't exactly deep throating even if Ginger swallowed it to its base. The Professor didn't last much longer than the Skipper and with a strangled gasp blew his load into Ginger's mouth. Ginger was rather disappointed.

"What do you think you are doing?" gasped the Professor.

"Just checking on your scientific detachment, and your sperm count. Both of which I find lacking by the way."

"It will take all lot more than a blow job to breakthrough my scientific detachment, Ginger. Please hop on the table."

Ginger stuck out her tongue and hopped onto the table. She made a great show of putting her feet in the stirrups and wrists in the restraints. In position, she glared at the Professor making it clear that she did not fear anything he could do to her.

"As for my sperm count," continued the Professor, "it only takes one and the mobility of my sperm is excellent."

The Professor brought over a stand with a pulley attachment and a rope. The rope he connected to a machine below the table. After pulling on the rope several times to check its attachment, he placed a weight on the pulley. The minute he released the weight, the rope went slack and all the restraints snapped into place. Ginger was expecting the wrist and ankle restraints but she couldn't help gasping when the belly, shoulder and head restraints came out.

Ginger couldn't help but be impressed. She had grown bored with bondage games years ago, but this machine sent a chill down her spine that she had not felt in a long time.

The Professor went to the foot of the table and swung out a dildo, positioning it right between Ginger's leg. A few turns of the crank and the dildo was up all the way into her cunt. The Professor turned another crank and the dildo was brought out until the tip was just inside. Satisfied, the Professor went back to the stand and released another lever. Slowly, the weight began to drop and the machine began to run.

"The weight powers the machine," the Professor began to explain, "This weight will run the machine for 15 minutes. When the weight drops to the floor, the restraints will automatically release you."

The machine began to pump the dildo mechanically in and out of Ginger's pussy. Ginger was not very impressed. It was just what you would expect a man to design, Ginger thought to herself, not understanding a woman's needs at all. She voiced this opinion to the Professor. The Professor merely smiled and told Ginger to be patient.

After about 5 minutes, the machine made a noise like it was changing a gear and the dildo started a far more complicated movement. Ginger could not concentrate enough to decipher the motion of the dildo, but suddenly every part of her pussy was on fire.