2 comments/ 38352 views/ 3 favorites Artificialism Ch. 01 By: sex slave Murray looked over the array of machinery in the garage before clocking out to return home for the day. The compressor rested in the corner near the Volkswagen G.T.I that was up on the lift and the Pontiac which was undergoing transition rebuilding. The floor had been swept and the tools returned. Murray stared in disbelief that ten years had quickly lapsed. He turned to return home to his awaiting wife. The noisy garage called out to no one. The lifted car was the set aggressor coaxing the Pontiac to move nearer with sheer will. The undercarriage of the sleek black exterior was looking to rub itself all over the top and backside of the green Pontiac. The older car which loomed on the lift had some sort of intelligence which its green counterpart lacked. The G.T.I knew that since the mid eighties the power lied outside of being driven by mortals and inside remained the thought of riding, grinding axels, spurting oil, churning parts and heated rubber groundwork. The Pontiac was soon underneath the lift while the tires of the mechanical contraption above began turning with the bucking metal of the undercarriage. The Volkswagen strode across the other machine. The V.W. felt like the prized horse that was suspended to please the bizarre English Queen of history in fantastic display. The Queen had a passion for misdeed, for the big throbbing member of her pasture beasts. Their cocks were used like weaponry to plunge in and out of the royal used vagina while the royal slut bucked and moaned and cried. Her blue tears were now the expelled wiper fluid of the inexperienced Pontiac whose once lovely exterior was being spattered and covered with thick spurts of oil. Murray kept the garage clean for a reason. His new found sex victims did not mind entering this secret place if the cement floor was swept. At least they were satisfied long enough for the man to begin to spin his web of lies. Soon another young woman was naked on a pile of rags. Her clothes were hung on the lift where the metal fix up job had learned the tricks of the trade. Oh how the Volkswagen would at this moment enjoy that woman sucking his muffler and posing naked on his hood this night but alas it was Murray's time alone to do the persuading. He took out a quart of oil and dripped it over the gorgeous blonde's right breast. The thick liquid flowed over her pert nipple which was firm in the open air and pooled in her naval. The woman arched and her breasts heaved as Murray unsheathed his rustic pipe for which upon appearing aroused a gleam in the naked beauty. The Volkswagen lowered to the ground and rolled forward while the woman orally tantalized Murray's girth in her small but talented mouth. She felt a pressure behind her and was soon sitting on the hard surface that was the car. Surprise did not really show on her face but she was using the reflective surface to peer at her oily breasts which she groped and fondled while rolling on the sturdy hood. With shock the woman bit into Murray's cock enough to cause his eyes to open wide as the hood opened and as if by magic the woman fell onto the machinery beneath. The engine was heating her firm ass and Murray could not believe his eyes as the pistons had somehow broken from their casing to thrum up and down the woman's body in a way Murray thought was impossible. He gazed hard as the woman gyrated and clutched at her womanhood. The metal was melting away to smoothness beneath her and massaging her. Her body was gripped in fierce orgasm as the battery produced controlled shocks across her breasts and ass which felt like the Sadal-Masochistic acts she had gone through last summer during her affairs in Hershey. "Oh you like what you see?" said a voice from the high loft. Murray strained to see but was pushed from behind. "Get a bit closer love," said the voice. He was now right on top of his female and automobile and the moans and noises of the woman under his sight reeled him into a mental place where turning back was difficult. As he attempted to break the spell and turn back, the hood came down on his head very hard and he found his mouth on the oily breasts of the woman who pulled at his hair. His head and neck stung and soon he felt hands on his hips as some sort of oil poured over his lower back and in between the crack of his ass. Murray knew this was a different type of oil than the motor oil that he now found was all over his face. The oil was lubricant and before his mind could put the pieces together a huge thick strap-on cock was being forced up his virgin ass. It hurt badly but Murray could not fight against it as the hood was being pushed on top of both him and his newest prize. The girl cock was moving to stimulate his prostrate and his ass was stretching to accommodate its girth. The director motioned faster and faster and soon the huge member was lodged all the way into Murray's ass; tight like a hand inside of a glove. Murray tried to think straight but could not. "Oh that voice again." His slurred and strained speech was orated with oily pert nipples smearing themselves over his embarrassed and confused face. The car battery was directed through the new slave's clit to Murray's large balls and this in combination with the lodged girl cock launched him into a fit of orgasmic deliria. His spunk was shooting through the Volkswagen's grill as the voice of his dominator laughed and laughed. "Oh you want to take sluts to the garage and think I won't know? Well now who is the slut?" Her hand all the while was slapping his hairy ass and the ejaculate somehow was instantly collected by some transport ducts in the car's front which then dispelled it all over Murray's face and the woman's breasts. The cock was pulled from Murray's used ass and the car somehow returned to the lift as if it had never been lowered. The girl was still moaning and gyrating, rubbing the hot jism over Murray's oily and confused face but they had fallen onto the pile of rags. The woman panted and soon caught her breath. "You are a whore aren't you?" She stood up over Murray, who at this point was a very beaten man, and placed her hands on her hips as she spread her legs. A stream of piss began to pour over Murray's face, authenticating his new position as a strap-on fucking piss lapping slut. What else could he do but welcome the wet clear fluid into his mouth? "Yeah, drink my piss you little slut," the woman demanded. Suddenly the mystery figure appeared from the shadows, her glistening strap-on standing erect. As the well hydrated beauty drenched Murray's face and body, the girl cock was rammed violently into his mouth with a giggle. "Now clean off my toy," said the voice which was now unmistakably his wife's. As Murray blew that mammoth tool, beaten and abused, the piss ran over the girth of the phallic instrument and into his mouth, finally slowing to a trickle. "Now it's my turn," said Murray's wife removing her prized girl dick. She grabbed a funnel from the garage and rammed it into her former husband's ass as she squatted over his bent body. The other woman took her face gently and delicately kissed her lips with passion as the fresh hot and steamy liquid began rushing from his wife's cunt. Their lips parted and she spread further her labia as she smiled widely at filling this bitch's ass with her hot piss. "Mmmmmmm, this feels so good," she allowed. She looked into the eyes of the beautiful woman that had made such degradation possible and stroked her precious strap. "Since I am finished with this piss slut maybe you want to get together sometime?" "I would love to," she replied, as she licked her lips suggestively. The headlights of the Volkswagen momentarily flickered, producing strange images only known to the two women separately. The question is whether the intelligence of mortals or gifted artificialism had conjured such lechery... End Artificialism Ch. 02 02: the recollection The car pulled up to the curb at Shannon's parents house at around seven thirty and the teens left the suburban neighborhood under the pretense of seeing a movie. Truly however the only thing the teens would see would be the view of the town through the interruption of constant sexual contact. When darkness had fallen, the Volkswagon pulled off of route 293 and onto the mountainside road on the way to the pull off. "Oh Murr, "Shanon let out as she grazed his tight jeans and smiled. "I am so ready for this." "Oh come on,"Murray replied. I haven't even got to the lookout and already you want to tear off my jeans?' "I can't help it Murr your just so hot." Within moments the car had stopped at the lookout and Murray took out a flask of whiskey offering Shannon a sip. "No, that's alright, I think after last night I should calm down for a bit." "I thought you stayed in didn't you?" Well, I was going to but Jack called and well..." "Whatever," Murray said with an air of frustration. He could not believe how stupid he was. Shannon could not deal with his slow pace and needed satisfaction like all girls he supposed. Why did he ever think that she was different? "Oh Murr", she purred, her hands rushing to his crotch to glide over his thighs and then meet at his pants button. The night was still but somehow the couple was not alone. Although there were no other teens at the cliffs this time both Murray and Shannon failed to share with each other the strange thoughts they each felt in deference to the ephemeral bliss of their make out session. Shannon looked into Murray's eyes and they kissed deeply. Her eyes were pools of shallow blue liquid and her lips felt soft and cool after the whiskey. Murray was feeling loose and Shannon made him want to laugh when she roughly pulled off his shoes and then his blue jeans in what seemed like just three fluid motions. She leaned over and began to kiss his thighs and pulled off his shirt to apply kisses up and down his chest and stomach. She was so hot and the moment made her care free. "Let me see that flask ", she blurted and grabbed up the liquor to vent her openness on its contents. "Wow, that's rough" "I am not use to hard liquor because I usually drink wine coolers. Speaking of hard," she was looking at Murray's prick and immediately began to hold it and let her other hand fondle his balls while she stroked. Murray reclined his seat and Shannon stripped down to her bra and panties. The brief moment where she stripped made her pause because there was a strangeness felt within her mind. It was as if an indescribable thought lied on the edge of her consciousness, but Shannon did not fear it and upon tossing her shirt in the back she again took note of Murray's peach cock and took up where she left off. In an instant she was on the same seat as Murray, wedged up against the driver's side door. Murray reached inside Shannon's panties and slowly stroked her mound making sure to take note of the tightness which he had never penetrated. Shannon's pubic hair was blond and her pussy lips were close together and as he ran his forefinger between the crease he noticed its moistness and was becoming very exited. Would this be it? Would Murray actually take their relationship to the next level? The harder question was weather or not Shannon had been with other men and for the moment the liquor had moved that thought out of Murray's mind; preserving the moment for what could possibly be a climax to the summers ventures. Murray was rubbing Shannon's button and with his right hand was feeling up her b sized titties. Shannon was jerking him in time with his clitoral stimulation and the heat inside the car was palpable. "Oh Murray. Please me baby." Murray's mind was floating and the strange vibrations were felt for him in the form of a static nothingness. The liquor had allowed him to temporarily forget the possibility of his girl's infidelity but he knew that he was going to go all the way and the summer's wild climax would be in this moment, his ejaculate writhing and releasing inside the depths of Shannon's tight snatch. Before long, Shannon was gazing up from the seat with that wanton look in her eyes, pulling Murray closer and uttering cues while he fingered her cunt and mouthed her firm nipples with his welcoming mouth. "Oh, I need you inside me Murray." Her fingers on his back depicted her impatience in her rigid coaxing. Shannon's mind was swimming too now from her portion of the drink and she enjoyed so much that finger in her vaj as to hump up and down while her boy friend's tongue tantalized her pink nipples in turn. She did not mention the strangeness of the driver seats vibration or her feeling of enclosure that seemed more then normal for this sized car. The pheromone release was so potent that there had been an awakening and the presence the teens felt was the start of a rapid transformation. The radio of the car suddenly turned on and began to play a warped soundtrack which had never before been heard by the teens. The radio seemed possessed but Shannon was welcoming two and then three fingers into her waiting slit and could not be distracted. A strange robotic voice orated through fuzzy static which was similar to what Murray felt in his mind. Her firm ass feels like the velvet of heavens lands. Those long legs are so slender and delicate and bless this space like a sacred offering. Some day soon I hope that those luscious lips will wrap around my shifter while she turns my oil in her grinding of my brake." Murray could care less about what he chalked up to a prank by friends and after all this was his chance. He pressed the head of his penis against his girl's awaiting entryway. Her hands were soon fastened to his biceps as she let out a sound that morphed into words. "Oh, please Murray, I need you inside me." And with that his cock head disappeared into her tight vagina, expanding her love tunnel while he moved close and met her lips with his. Their mouths parted and their tongues communicated the instant of union as Murray's dick drove slowly into Shannon's warm pussy. The two were lost in their unity while their reality transformed around them. The headliner was sagging and massaging the couple, the vibrating seat picked up its work and Murray whose cock reached the deepest space of is lover's vaj was too far gone to notice. Their bodies melted into the seat which somehow gave away as the radio again chimed on. "Fuck her, your seed must find its prize. Explode in that sweet cunt Murray/ Let this unity find you a permanent niche." Was the car rocking back and forth by Murray's in and out tantrix rhythms? What ever the reason for it the moment was intense. Shannon was moving in perfect motion with Murray's penetration and her thighs were even perforated with the moisture that was coming out of her cunt. To Murray it seemed that the voice coming from the stereo might have been in his mind in it's similarity with his thoughts to keep the girl to himself and never leave the moments pleasure. Their rocking continued and Shannon was now joining orally with diatribes as Murray's cock bottomed out again and again inside her. "Fuck." she uttered as big balls pressed against her bottom. "Me," an an afterthought as the dick was retracted to again plow into her body. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck Me!" Her warm tunnel was wide for this monster cock and her eyes were fixed on the mechanistic ramming of Murray's body in its new hedonistic role. Shannon was enveloped by the car seat and her hands were sliding on Murray's arms as she fixated on the stifling heat of their encapsulation momentarily before the pleasure she felt inside her clit took over and she felt near to orgasm. "Oh yes Murray," she let out with the ever fastening in and out rhythms that he was delivering to her womanhood. Murray too was groaning and she put a hand underneath his balls while HE pounded her and the car shook. With her screams and loss of control inside erotic orgasm, Murray too lost control and spent his hot procreate deep inside his girlfriend. He fell on top of her and they melted together, riding out their glee while the stereo went to static and then shut off following their climax. "I love you Shannon," Murray let out. The girl was shocked and still shaking, and as she processed the comment she focused in on the environmental noises outside the car and the view of their town below for the first time this fine night. "The memory is still so fond, Shannon's fine ass bouncing on my fabric. My power to enveloped the action of mortals and feed their futures. I suppose I knew that such a whore would suit my owner well, yet perhaps we could in time serve each other too. Still, at that moment in 1987 I suppose I was self centered in my first experience of awareness and concerned more with the sweet female orgasmo that seeped onto my surface, coaxing my vibratory motion and my first and only vocalization. They never did find that tape you know." End Artificialism Ch. 03 Joy Ride Let us take a Birdseye view as our couple travels down the Mississippi back roads in the fall season. Murray and Shannon have of course exchanged vows and their bond is right now about to be tested. "Oh Murray, do we really have to spend the day in this fucking car?" Shannon looked amazing in her shades, her arms were tan and her frustrated face somehow had an allure that Murray noted mentally. "Relax Hun, I need to pick up some supplies at town and then we can get back. I just thought the drive and company would be nice." "Oh alright but you'd better fuck the shit out of me when we get home," her coy smile was priceless and Murray rested his hand on her thigh. The black sleek transport vehicle that the two were riding in had waited long enough to enact its powers of manipulation and now that Shannon was latched to Murray for the foreseeable future with her impregnation it was time that the couple truly felt alive. Enough of their bullshit conversations and besides now that they lived together the vehicle could not intercede in any more car fuck sessions. Murray was getting ready to turn onto old bridge road and the forest to either side of the car clung fairly close to the road. "Murr, can you stop so that I can pee?" "Can't you hold it for another five minutes until we get to the store?" "I have been holding it Murr but I didn't count on you stopping at a God danm yard sale." "So I should pull over and let you go on the side of the road?" No ones here Murray and besides I can walk right behind some bushes or a tree. NO one is going to see me." "We'll be there in a minute babe just hold on and you'll be fine." Okay, okay I'll wait." Just then, a truck showed itself in the rear view of the Black Volkswagen G.T.I and it seemed to be in a real hurry. "Looks like that guy has to pee worse than you babes. " The horn of the truck began blaring and Murray was surprise since the people around the area were normally quite happy-go-lucky. "What the fuck is up his ass anyway?" Murray figured the driver was having and emergency and so pulled over to the roadside to let the driver pass. When Murray stopped though, the truck slowed behind him and bashed into their car with a slam. The sound of skidding tires and wrenching metal were brilliance to the unknown ears and omnipotent stature of Murray's vehicle. "Oh yes, tare into me, grind your steal into my frame and unleash your turret of pain for my masochistic needs." "What the fuck is he doing," Shannon was yelling as her hair seemed instantly disheveled and her cool complexion evaporated. "I have no Idea but this is bullshit and I'm going to tare this fucker up for hitting us." "Look Murray, maybe you should just drive to the police station, this guys a fucking psychopath." "And risk being run off the road again? I'll end this right now." Murray jumped out of the car to meet the other driver who was already slamming his own door. "What the fuck's your problem," Murray demanded but as the two drivers approached one another a force knocked Murray down and the other man was on him. "Murray!" Shannon screamed watching the horror unfold from her seat. She did not know what to do. I have to get out she thought but it was suddenly as if she was held fast to her seat; no passing drivers were in sight and now the man was coming toward their car. As the passenger side door opened Shannon closed her eyes and with in a moment she felt her seatbelt being removed and was pulled from her seat and forced against the side of the car as if she weighed nothing at all. Her eyes opened and she was staring at a huge man who produced a knife and made is threats. Shannon obliged him in fear and surprise as the knife was used to slice first threw her top, in a clean slice and a few jerky tares and then to her bra in one cut, releasing her tits which bounced into sight. Next the man made some cuts at her crotch level and violently grabbed Shannon's hair. "Get on your knees bitch and don't move Shannon heard and saw the man's zipper come down and a gigantic penis was produced and put in her face. "Suck it you slut/" The thing was huge and Shannon did not think she could accommodate it but what else could she do but listen. She took his mammoth tool in her mouth and took in the acrid smell of the man's crotch while she worked this cock in and out of between her lips. Murray came to on the road side but was unable to move. He thought maybe he was paralyzed from the blow to his head but he was able to move his neck and turn his head so that could not be. He turned to the car and he could see his wife on her knees giving falacio to his assailant. His eyes welled up and he was filled with anger but he could not move but to see this horrific sex act unfold on what had seemingly become a Barron stretch of road. Even his vocal chords seemed frozen in time; or was it time itself that had stopped? "That's it, make her suck your shaft and take in your scent. You should take her in her car and soil my interior with the scent of your combined sex. Free your mind in your act and take vengeance on them all." "Ah, oh, you're a good cock sucker you slut." Shannon somehow managed to swallow this man's entire rod in her stretched mouth and was deep throating him at knife point. Suddenly though, the man took out his prick and dragged her toward the car, throwing her face first into the stick shift and pulling off her pants with forces her rear end hung outside the vehicle. Shannon was petrified and went into shock as the huge dick at her backside began to make its way into her pussy. She was dry but the man plowed onward and when he had filled her she began to moisten and picture that it was Murray inside her in desperation to escape her fear and panic. However Murray's cock never hurt this much and now she was crying out as her pussy was brutalized. Her mind was flipping out and she was delusional with this foreign cock blasting her bottom. "He is right, I am a slut. Fuck me," she heard herself say in a voice that became ever louder. Suddenly she was back in that dark cellar all over again, performing her foul and lecherous acts. "Fuck your little slut." She could not shut herself up and the hands behind her were everywhere; pulling at her naked breasts and slapping her ass in agreement with her declaration of being a slut. "Fuck me fuck me Fuck me." She suddenly began to jerk at the car's stick shift without thinking as if it was Murray's cock coming to save her vagina from it's slaughterous fate. It looked like a cock too in her state of affairs and the slapping sounds from her cunt were a force driving her forward toward that sweet meat which she took between her lips. At least now her cries were muffled, caught up on the large soft knob that she had fastened for herself. Was this getting her off? It was horrible but she could not stop it and her mind was lost to her condition. The man pumping at her rear was moving fast, so fast and he was grunting louder and louder in time. Shannon heard those sounds morph into a continuous sound and then an indefinable thing and then she felt him cum. His cock lunged and buried itself in her pussy as its ejaculate leaped into her belly with a strength that Shannon thought was impossible. It felt like a bubbling waterfall had been released inside of her. Her only escape was to suck more and more of Murray's ghost cock into her mouth. She felt the tip in her throat and the knobby prick head led the shaft passed her vocal box as she imagined she was tantalizing her lover's velvety shaft. The amazing thing was that it was real to Shannon in her current state and she actually tasted Murray's cum through her mind's belief that she was mouthing a real prick. The cum in her mouth did not stop running though and the man behind her, having finished fucking her raw, interrupted her reverie. "Get the fuck up slut." He called "But my mouth is filled with cum and I will spill it out; oh it tastes so good in my mouth." Her eyes looked distant and the man was fazed but snapped back insistently. "You best put my cock in your mouth and get me hard again or it will be worse for you slut." The man ripped her off the stick and Shannon moved forward on the seat to begin slurping on the man's tool; tasting the mix of her snatch and the man's orgasm but not slowing down as the blade touched her. She was outside herself and watched a depraved rape victim suck cock deep into her mouth. The pubes of her assailant were decoration to her face as she looked up in obedience toward her master. "YOU sure suck a great cock." The man was rock again within a minute or so and a strange vibration on her ass brought her back into her body through the feeling. It was like her ass was asleep while at the same time a hot tub jet was rocking her world. The cock threading itself in her throat and the knife point fixed her supremely in the moment and she was again gripped with nothing but fear. Shannon began choking on the rod in her mouth and then was evident of her intense need to pee. She could not even consider the thought fully before she was soaking the passenger side seat with her wet pee. It just kept coming and her new master did not seem to notice as he continued to ignore her gags and ram her face into his cock with terrible rage. "Oh, oh, suck it bitch." Here she was peeing all over the interior of their car while she gave a blow-job and all on the side of a road. In an instant she was turned back on her stomach as the last of her piss collected on the seat where she was forced to lie down. As if a catalyst, her pee on the seat further sparked the vibrations from under her belly and now the seat was truly like a hot tub jet as it undulated; the hot liquid warming her underside. She knew that she would have to take this large cock inside her again but what was worse was this time it was to be deep inside her bowels. "No, please no." She found herself pleading and squirming for the first time as the wet cock front pricked her tight ass. Her opposition was followed by a reminder by the rapist who was in charge as the knife point reproduced itself. She layed still and tried not to panic as the beast at her back slowly filled her virgin asshole. The pumping rhythm picked up until the symphony inside the car was the sound of smacking sweaty flesh and groans; Shannon's muffled resistance barely heard. She was attracted again to Murray's cock which was standing solid as always between the front seats and ever ready to be sucked. This time the man came deep in her ass and then disappeared as Shannon occupied herself with the bulbous stick shift in her momentary madness. Her mental pleading was that he would hurry up and cum n her mouth which of course he did, filling her throat and mouth for minutes as she for the first time was free to feel her abused womanhood without fear of the blade. Her ass was stretched and the stream of jizz leaking out met its twin river just underneath her labia minora. The car smelled strange and the wet vibrating spot that Shannon occupied slowly cooled until finally night fell at which time she snapped back to some sort of reality. She covered her torn clothes with a blanket from the back seat and started to seek out Murray but again felt frozen. "It was well worth the wait to see you perform so well Shannon. Don't ever doubt again that you truly are a slut and that you are good at what you do." The voice echoed crisp in Shannon's mind although later when she received treatment it was chalked up to the crisis and the abuse she had received. Still, even the counselors did not find out that Shannon would go down to the garage at night and masturbate as she licked on and then sucked the Volkswagen's stick shift, or did she even fully realize herself that she secretly enjoyed blowing this rod?