0 comments/ 22831 views/ 2 favorites The Luckiest Girl By: Sass She sat quietly with her golden body glistening in the sun listening to her favourite sounds of the ocean and the voices of the two people she loved. She hadn't intended to love them. She wasn't looking for love. She had been online for a long time and fought to stay away from the online thing. She had been online long enough to know heartache and misery came from most online relationships, if you could call them relationships. She smiled seeing the beautiful figure of the woman she loved coming towards her. "You're going to burn. Let me rub you down" Marie said as she poured lotion in her hands and rubbed them together. Her hands touched my skin. It was a shame to feel so good... mmmmmmmmm "You like?" Marie asked softly. "mmmmmmmm... your hands are magic my love... as I've always told you... from that first time they touched me in the shower... mmmm" I said. Marie leaned over and kissed me softly as her hands continued to massage lotion over my naked body, but I was lost to everything except her touch and she knew it. Her hands slid slowly along my stomach, down my thighs, gently and agonizingly slow, down my legs and then she reached my feet. ahhhhh my weaknesses She knew I loved foot massages. She massaged teasingly knowing what she was doing to me. Her hands finally moved up the inner legs to the knees along the inner thighs grazing them with her nails slightly. She playful patted my mound and said, " you have to roll over," Marie rubbed lotion on my back continuing down backs of my legs and then her hands returned to my ass. She rubbed it with lotion then she squeezed each cheek. "Want to play?" she asked in a quiet soft voice as she leaned over pressing her full breast and hardened nipples into my back. I laughed softly as she moved away. She was already running as I jumped up to chase her. She knew. I caught her as she reached the sofa, where Mac is sitting naked watching TV. He looked up at us smiling, which instantly brought him into the play as far as I was concerned. I look into Marie's eyes wandering if she had the same thought, and as though she had read my mind she reached out and ran her nails across his chest. Smiling, I laid over placing my mouth on his lovely cock. I kissed the head, flicked my tongue teasingly over it and then around the head several times as one hand reached down for Marie's breast squeezing, finding her nipple, pinching it, tugging on it as I let Mac's cock slip deep into my mouth. I felt Marie moving. I released her breast as she moved to position herself comfortably on Mac's deliciously experienced tongue. She groaned loudly as his tongue slipped inside, licking the length of her clit and then plunging deep in her. I moved one hand across Mac's chest, nails grazing lightly as the other hand squeezed his balls lightly. My mouth hungrily sucking on his magnificent cock. I loved his cock. I had never been into cock worship, but for this man I came close I thought as my head moved up and down and made figure eights as I sucked. I listened to Marie groaning and moaning and Mac's groans of pleasure as I sucked his cock and squeezed a little harder. My pussy was wet with excitement. I wanted to taste his sweet nectar fill my mouth. I moved faster up and down on his throbbing hard cock allowing it to go as deep as it could in my throat, hungrily almost savagely sucking, at that moment only wanting his hot sweet cum. Mac's body went taut, he growled, Marie groaned loudly, and I tasted the sweetness that I so longed for and felt it coat my throat. I continued sucking it until the flow stopped and then licked Mac's cock cleaned and kissed the head. Marie was now snuggled next to Mac basking in the afterglow. Mac growled as he pulled me up into his arms. He kissed me passionately as he settled me on Marie's and his laps, both smiled. We caressed and snuggled. I wiggled on Mac's lap and felt his cock start to grow. I wiggled some more, wanting to have him inside me. To feel his hard cock pounding into me. "Ah, you wish me," he said with a playful half smile dancing on his lips. " mmmmmmmm, Always, forever, starting now," I whispered. By this time his cock was rock hard and pressing against me, desiring entry. He lifted me up slightly and allowed me to slowly settle myself onto his lovely hard cock. Marie's hands slid over my body to my breast and found nipples, pinching them, and then her mouth replaced her fingers as she sucked on the hardened nipple. Slowly I slid down the length of his shaft and his cock is deep inside. I started to move in a circle and then up and down... slowly at first and then a little faster... and then even faster... groaning... moaning... shaking... shivers coursing through my body... as I climaxed. I sat there in Mac's arms, his cock deep inside me, letting him feel the sensations of my pussy contracting, letting him know what he had done to me. Marie kissed the breast and smiled at me then whispered "I hope I wasn't too rough. I kinda got excited" I smiled and replied, "Mmmmm so I see. " My hand ran down between her legs and I felt her wetness... she groaned as my finger slid inside her... and again as another finger slid inside her... slowly moving my fingers in and out... after a while I slid a third finger inside her... making her raise to meet my hand... pumping and grinding her hips. Mac's mouth was on her breast and sucked her hardened nipples as my fingers plunged deep into her pussy. Mac's cock now hard again inside me. I lifted up... slightly moving... and once again... very carefully... lowered myself on to Mac's hard cock... I groaned as it pressed against my anus as I continued to plunge my fingers in and out Marie. Slowly I pressed harder on Mac's cock... a loud moan escaped Mac and I as the head of his cock entered my anus. Slowly I made his cock go deeper in me... and then Mac's hands went to my shoulder pressing me down on him. Mac's hands grabbed my hips. He was now controlling my movements on him. I had momentarily stopped moving in Marie and she groaned "don't stop please don't stop. " Once again my fingers plunged deep inside Marie... faster and harder... as Mac now matched pace with his hips pumping in my ass. Marie was groaning and moaning and growling. I swallowed hard, breathing heavy, body now shaking as shivers ran the length of it. I felt Marie's body go taunt and her pussy soak my fingers in her delicious cum. My body arched back... shaking... shivering... Mac pulls me to him as growling as he exploded inside me. We all climaxed together. I stayed on Mac snuggled close to him and Marie for a long while enjoying the closeness, the sensations, and the love we shared. I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Later, I slowly raised off Mac and smiled, "Soapy hand time" as I walked away heading for the shower, knowing I would not be alone. The Luckiest Girl in the World The Luckiest Girl in the World # 16-36-2592 (Known in this Facility as 92) WELCOME TO ORGASM INCORPORATED! The place where you'll find satisfaction for all of your sexual needs and desires. Our standards for hiring staff are the highest in the world. All of our employees are given contraceptives and the PanSTD vaccine, so there's no chance of infection or other complications. Our Clients include many of the wealthiest Rich families. Single, family, and group arrangements are available. Specialties and Services include, but are not limited to: Erotic Display, Sleeping Beauty, Exotics, Electrical Play, Pain, Water Sports, Lactation, most other fetishes, Genital service, Oral Service, Anal Service, Manual Service, and Reproductive Service. If you want to show your friends a really good time or impress your business associates, Orgasm Incorporated is *the* place to go. It's so nice to be freshly bathed, my long hair washed and brushed out, my entire body massaged and covered with fragrant oil. I've been here at this Facility for many years now, and all this pampering still hasn't lost its delight. When my Spa attendant is finished, she gives me a bathrobe and takes me to the Waiting Room, where my assigned Tech will meet me. Several others are there also, seated in lounge chairs. Some of them are reading magazines or chatting in low voices with each other. Seeing Freak sitting in the corner, I catch es eye and give em a little finger wave. Ee smiles back, then stares off into space. I don't really know em very well. To tell the truth, I'm a bit intimidated by em. Ee's just so -- different. Neither male nor female, or maybe both. We even have special pronouns to use for em. I settle into one of the chairs, glancing around to see if there's anyone else here that I know. There's a striking-looking Boy perched on the edge of his chair. His skin is a sort of pale brown and his curly hair has a bit of red. I may have seen him around, but not here in the Waiting Room. He seems nervous. Maybe it's his first time to be in an Erotic Display. I smile in his direction, but he doesn't appear to notice. Too wrapped up in his own worries, I suppose. I was like that once. I look at the clock on the far wall and find that I'm a bit early for my assignment. Perhaps my Spa attendant was in a hurry to get me ready. That often happens when there are a lot of Displays scheduled for the same night, so I can hardly blame them. No matter. I'm comfortable here, so I don't mind waiting. I entertain myself by looking forward to what will come. Of course, some Displays are more pleasurable than others, and some can be rather uncomfortable or a bit painful, but even so, no real harm will come to me. It's prohibited by the Rules that apply to our Clients. Besides, my Specialty is Erotic Display, so I have little reason for concern. As I recline my chair, I realize yet again how very glad I am to have signed the contract with Orgasm Incorporated almost ten years ago. It's the best decision I've made in my life. I squirm happily inside my bathrobe, causing it to caress my nipples. I was one of the lucky ones, chosen from the millions of applicants. I've been spared a life of hardship and deprivation, which is the lot of the vast majority of people in the world today. Except for the Rich, of course. But there are relatively few of them, and I wasn't fortunate enough to have been born into their number. I remember the day I filed my application as if it was just yesterday. There were hundreds of us waiting in that one office alone, almost all of whom had just reached the legal age of consent, but with a few older folks scattered among the crowd. I waited anxiously for weeks to have my personal interview and my physical examination, and then waited even longer to get the results. I can still see the triumphant smiles on my parents' faces when we learned I had been accepted. Even though we would never be permitted to see each other again, they knew their daughter would be assured of a long and comfortable life, a rarity in this grossly overpopulated world. Unless you're Rich, of course. But without the Rich, Org Inc would have no business and we would have no Clients, so I suppose I should be grateful to them also. There were times when I had to keep reminding myself of my good fortune, when things were difficult and I longed for my parents. But now I'm well past my genital surgery and my Training, and I've found my niche within the numerous possibilities available to the Girls and Boys at this Facility. I can look back now with the wisdom of experience on how confused I was at first about being referred to as a Girl, since I was 18 years of age and most certainly not a child. My Trainer was very understanding. She explained that this is the nomenclature chosen by the Clients, and most new Trainees ask that same question. In many ways we're considered to be the children of Org Inc, since they take full responsibility for our lives from now until we die. And it's true: I think of the company as my family now. The door opens, and a woman in a Tech's uniform walks in. I know this one. I can't recall her number, but she's worked with me many times before. Middle-aged and very competent. She catches sight of me and heads in my direction. "92?" "Yes, ma'am." "Give me your full ID number, please." "16-36-2592." I open the front of the bathrobe so she can confirm my number, checking the tattoo across my lower belly just above the pubic bone. Standard operating procedure for a Tech. They're required to double check to make sure of the identity of the Girl or Boy assigned to them, even if they know full well who you are. I rise and follow her into one of the many cubicles in the Prep Room, where I get out of my bathrobe and climb onto the soft padded gurney that's been set up for me. Tonight, the satin sheet and fleece coverlet are both a vivid rose pink, my very favorite color. As I make myself comfortable on the gurney, my Tech drapes the soft cover over my naked body. I arrange myself in the Ready position, flat on my back, arms out at a 45 degree angle to my sides, my legs spread apart and my knees slightly bent outwards. Finally, I close my eyes, smiling to myself as I think of how difficult it was for me to learn not to open my eyes again until the night's activities are over. I broke that rule so many times during my Training sessions that I incurred several punishments. They weren't very severe, since the Trainers understand that it's much harder to learn to keep one's eyes closed than it is to keep from speaking unless bidden to do so. All Boys and Girls are required to keep their eyes closed when in the company of our Rich Clients, in order that the Clients will not be recognized by such as us. I've been told that sometimes a Client will allow the Boy or Girl to open their eyes if it's an individual encounter, but that's strictly the Client's option, not ours. Of course, not being able to see also makes us more focussed on our own sensations, which is a good thing. My Tech places the small earplug securely into my right ear. Her voice comes through the tiny speaker, checking if I can hear her loud and clear. Of course, I can. She'll speak into the microphone close to her lips, in order that I can hear her instructions over the usual background noise of an Erotic Display. She presses the nipple at the end of the medications tube against my lips, and I take it into my mouth, sucking obediently, swallowing tonight's dose of the meds assigned to me. I recognize a subtle but familiar taste. In addition to the regular daily dose of hormones, contraceptives and other supplements, it contains a fairly small amount of the dreaming-drug that will send me into a mellow mood for the upcoming Display. In a larger dose, it can put you into a semi-dreaming sort of haze, or even make you unconscious. But that's usually only for a Sleeping Beauty Display, so I know I'll be aware of what's being done tonight. Such large doses are used sparingly, since it's all too easy to become dependent on them in order to perform well. The dreaming-drug also increases my sensitivity to stimulation, leaving my body to react to everything that happens, while my mind can focus on nothing but what I'm feeling. When I've finished the meds, my Tech talks to me, telling me what's going to happen during the Erotic Display. I listen avidly to her words, already feeling the effects of the dreaming-drug. A delicious twinge of anticipation travels up through my body. My enhanced and enlarged clit aches to be touched, but it must be patient. Soon -- very soon -- it will have what it wants. When she describes the device that will be inserted into me, I am even more impatient for the Display to begin. But I must wait, as it isn't quite time yet. She tells me this will be a Mixed Company Display, which means both male and female Clients will be there. It's an expensive Display, with some of the best Performers. I am thrilled and honored to have been included in such a thing. I tell myself sternly that I must do my very best. My anticipation grows, as I hear more about what's been planned. No pain or any other sort of disagreeableness. We are there only to build up the sexual desire between our Clients, so they may fully enjoy each other's bodies in whatever ways they wish, or if they prefer, use the Boys and Girls who will be there on their couches along the walls, ready to serve their sexual needs, but not scheduled to perform in the Displays. A faint chime inside my cubicle is the signal telling us it's time for us to begin. My Tech wheels me over to the entrance to the Display Room. The relative quiet of the Prep Room changes into the combined chorus of many people talking and music playing in the background, accompanied by the various sounds of ongoing sexual activity. Someone moans loudly, clearly in the throes of orgasm. It's impossible to tell whether it's a male or a female, a Client or one of us. Either way, I can tell that the action is well underway. I'll be the next attraction. Even through my closed eyelids, I can tell when the spotlight comes on me. Although I can't see it, I know the rest of the room is dim, usually with colored lights flashing or revolving here and there. I can almost feel the stares of my Clients as they gather around my gurney. As my Tech slowly removes the coverlet from my body, the cool air caresses my sex, emphasizing my nakedness. I know their eyes are devouring me, my long black hair fanned out around my face and shoulders, my small taut breasts with their erect nipples, my beautifully large and generous clit visible even with my legs only partly spread. I give my unseen Clients a smile and a contented sigh. This is not artifice on my part, but rather my genuine desire to please them, as I know my Tech will please me. "Present," she orders. Obediently, I bend my knees sharply and open my legs wide, offering my sex for all to see. I can feel my labia open as I spread my legs, eagerly exposing my entrance. As the Tech rubs cool lubricant over my entrance, I can barely manage to remain still. Forcing my legs further apart, her wet finger probes into me, then another finger, and another and the fingers spread and open me wider, to show the inside of my vagina. She stretches me until it hurts, holding me like that for the Clients who are watching me. The fingers leave, to be replaced by the round cold knob of the glass dildo to be placed inside me, which will remain until the Display is over. Slowly, it slides in deeper, the tapered oblong head moving completely inside, giving me that ineffable feeling as my entrance closes around the much narrower handle that will remain outside my body. Through the microphone, my Tech tells me that this device is to go into my posterior chamber, between the base of my cervix and the back wall of my vagina. Of course, there aren't really two entirely separate sections to a vagina, but it makes it easier to visualize this way. It's more a case of the angle and direction of the inserted device, which can produce somewhat different sensations depending on where the most pressure is applied. The anterior chamber is usually more sensitive, but the posterior placement also has a sort of a sweet spot in many Girls, and I'm one of them. The dildo must be placed in just the right position to have its maximum effect. I don't need to be told that this will require a bit of probing on her part and some deliberate effort on mine. She presses the device sharply downward and deeper into me, instructing me to pull it in further as she continues to probe. It hurts a bit, but I cooperate, tensing my vaginal muscles as hard as I can over and over. Finally, the device is forced inwards just that little extra bit that's necessary. It feels right somehow, and my Tech knows it from the way my entire body relaxes and I sigh with contentment. She takes hold of my swollen clit, pulling and squeezing as the spasms inside me begin to build. Thanks mostly to the dreaming-drug, the rest of the world fades away as my desire deepens. I am only a vessel being filled with pleasure, hardly even human anymore, my whole existence narrowed down into that small nub of flesh that's being manipulated so skillfully and the mounting pressure of my spasming muscles against the hard glass inside me. Then the device begins moving around. Oh, ecstasy! It twists this way and that, slower, then faster, then stops for a trembling moment, then moves again. The slightest motion sends spikes through my consciousness. My body tries to clench tighter, hold longer, wanting to feel that small but incredible motion more exquisitely. Suddenly, it's pushed hard into me and held there. I hear a scream, but I'm so far out of it by now that I'm barely aware it's my own voice. There is only that fierce demanding pressure inside me, lifting me on and up. Despite the quivering spasms that rack my entire body, I want more! I need more! The distinctive buzz of the vibrator let's me know what's coming next. Oh, yes, yes, please! The tip of the vibrator touches my belly, sliding quickly down toward my aching clit. I convulse with pleasure as the vibrator reaches its target, moves around and around on it, presses almost painfully hard, then eases off. It's so good, so incredibly good! My lower body spasms repeatedly, quickly. I gasp for breath, trying to make this feeling go on forever, straining hard each time for it to feel even better. I moan and struggle not to thrash too violently as my Tech once again takes hold of the handle of the device and moves it around inside me, still keeping the vibrator on my clit. The spasms feel so impossibly good. The hormones, the training, the various things that have been done to me, all contribute to the intense sensitivity of my genitals. I can orgasm this way until I'm too exhausted to continue. My Tech stops when she thinks I've had enough, then wipes the sweat from my exhausted body. The spotlight moves away, seeking other entertainment, while my Tech covers me again with the fleece, signifying that I must recover for a time before anyone has access to me. She offers the nipple again, allowing me a long drink of water from the dispenser on the shelf built into the lower part of the gurney. If she thinks I need it, there's also juice, a sweet protein drink, or more of the dreaming-drug. Just now, all I get is water. After a brief rest, I am once again uncovered. For most of the time, I will lie here in this dim room, my body available to the Clients to touch and manipulate with fingers, mouths, or other body parts. The only thing they may not do is engage in genital sex. Org Inc has other Girls and Boys who service their Clients in that manner, but I'm not one of them. I am only for Display purposes. I know there are others here like me, still waiting inside the Prep Room, or lying passively on their own gurneys until the spotlight shifts to them and their Tech does whatever is planned. Later on, the spotlight will again be turned on me and it will be my turn to be once again the center of attention. For now, I just relax, drifting in and out, as I feel myself being touched or sucked, or sometimes just left alone to wander wherever my thoughts carry me. A penis glides over my breasts, then is slapped down against my nipples several times, sending new sensations through me. A mouth fastens onto my sex, sucking and licking my clit and drinking my juices. Each pleasure flows into another. My lips are kissed, my mouth invaded by a tongue, as I feel the rasp of a man's beard stubble. Someone takes hold of both my breasts, squeezing and kneading them so hard that I cry out in protest. I feel hands holding me down, perhaps belonging to my Tech, who will stay beside me for the entire night. Or perhaps it's one of our Clients. I can't tell. My Tech tells me to turn over onto my stomach. Guided by her hands, I do as I'm told. A Client probably requested this, so I wait to find out what he or she wishes to do. Fingernails sharpened to points press delicately against each side of my neck, right over my carotid arteries. Briefly, I feel the pumping of my heart beneath those threatening nails, but I know I will not be harmed. They draw slowly backwards, then down along my spine, now and then pricking into my back. Perhaps they draw a little blood. Perhaps not. Down lower, over my waist, they scratch more quickly and urgently. As they glide over my ass, my Tech whispers, "Open your legs." Now my tender parts are exposed. The nails pause at the lower edge of my buttocks. I cannot help myself: a shudder of fear runs through my body as they move downwards. But all they do is tap repeatedly against the handle of the glass dildo that protrudes from between my labia, sending thrills deep into me as the device jerks minutely within my posterior chamber. I moan as the tapping continues. I want to squirm, but my Tech instructs me to lie still. My involuntary spasms tighten down hard, magnifying the impact of the rapid, tiny movements of the glass. I'm soaring up to a peak when the movements cease. The fingernails resume their travels, going down the insides of my thighs, my knees, my lower legs, tickling across the bottoms of my feet. I'm gasping for breath now, trying to relax, frustrated after my efforts to reach that high point that I know so well and want so much. I know I can't get there by myself. Just when I think I've got my desire under control, a hard slap hits one side of my ass, then the other. I cry out in surprise. "Ass up," my Tech orders, helping me gather my legs beneath me and raise my buttocks as ordered. In this position, I am even more exposed than before. And this Client likes to inflict pain. I expect my Tech to protest. Pain is not one of my Specialties. She says nothing. But I'm no newcomer to all this. If my Tech doesn't object, it means my Client has indicated that she has no intention to seriously hurt me. Since the Client doesn't know that, I pretend to tremble and tense up, as if I'm expecting a real spanking, or worse. After all, it's always best to give your customer what he or she wants. I'll probably just get a light smack, or maybe a sharp squeeze on my stinging bottom. But I don't even get that. Instead, a finger, surely safely gloved considering those fingernails, rubs oil into my anus, then the finger reaches delicately inside, stroking the side toward my vagina, adding pressure to my already full posterior chamber. Another finger teases my clit with the sharp point of its nail. I rise like a skyrocket to that incredible peak of pleasure, moaning and gasping. My only regret is that the spotlight isn't on me right now, as I wiggle my ass uncontrollably, arching my back against that clever finger and the prickly dance of the nail on my clit. The Luckiest Girl in the World As my spasms fade down a bit and the fingers retreat, I feel myself being covered. I turn onto my side, and my Tech once again holds the nipple to my parched lips. As I suck down the sweet protein drink, I can taste another subtle hint of the dreaming-drug. I could be wrong, but probably not. I nurse every drop of liquid out of the tube. If it is the dreaming-drug, I want all I can get. I continue to rest, wondering how much longer this Display will last. I've lost all track of time. I try to relax while I can. The light spasms of arousal are still working within me. That won't stop until all this is over. They just become fainter or stronger, depending on what's being done to me. It's pleasant just to rest here, feeling my insides pulling tight then loosening rhythmically without my even concentrating on it. The best way I can describe the sensation is that it seems like I'm orgasming constantly, going up to a peak when something is being done, then back down to the baseline when it stops, over and over again. But even the baseline is lovely to experience. Right now, it feels even lovelier than before. Yes, there must have been a bit of the dreaming-drug in my drink, as I thought. Otherwise, I wouldn't feel this so intensely and intrusively, when the only stimulation I'm receiving is from the device lying quietly in its place. I feel the heaviness of the glass, the fullness it creates deep in my belly. I picture it as a tiny purring kitten, curled cozily within me. I can almost feel the vibration of the kitten's purr. Like the little cat, I am also contented and at peace. I could lie here like this forever, and count myself as blessed. A laugh bubbles up into my throat. I'm imagining a pussy inside my own pussy! It seems hilarious, but I control myself. Not even my Tech could possibly understand my amusement, as she hasn't been allowed any of the dreaming-drug herself. My coverlet is removed. I am back in circulation, floating on an ocean of sensation. Sometimes, several things are being done to me at once. Fingers run through my long black hair, again and again, or tug at a handful, pulling my head to one side or the other. At the same time, the tattoo across my lower belly is being covered with light, delicate kisses. Now and then, the kisses move down lower, to be placed lovingly on my eager clit. At such times, I feel as if I am the most beautiful and desirable woman in the Facility. But that's an illusion. Am I really that gorgeous? No, not by a long shot. But reality doesn't count for very much now, when the slightest touch can send me flying up to my very own private heaven. Once again, the spotlight turns on me, showing brightly through my eyelids. This must be the beginning of my second Display. I assume the Ready position, waiting for my Tech to work on me again. "Present," comes her order. I draw up my legs, presenting my sex to any observers who are interested. Her hand begins massaging my clit, intensifying my automatic spasms. I suck a sharp breathe through my teeth. Very soon, her other hand takes hold of the handle of the device, moving it around inside me in small circles. I struggle against the impulse to straighten my legs and pull them together, in order to make the spasms tighter. It would feel wonderful, but would obstruct the view of my crotch. The device is drawn out a short way, then swiveled widely around inside me several times. I know what will come next and am ready for it, tilting my pelvis upward, almost raising my ass off the gurney, inviting the thick glass to invade my anterior chamber, between the base of my cervix and the front wall of my vagina, where the most sensitive areas are located. Those areas have been enhanced by a series of injections so that they react to even the slightest of movements. But this will be no light touch. Anticipating the insertion, I concentrate on relaxing my muscles, damping down the spasms, visualizing myself being open and slack. My Tech helps, removing her hand from my clit, letting me breathe for a moment before the onslaught. Then a hard push, as the thick head of the device opens that precious chamber, stretching it wide, rubbing over those sensitive places. I try to stay open, resisting for as long as I can the developing spasms that will make this determined invader even harder to accept. It retreats just a little, then plunges forward all the way to the base of my cervix, at the same time that the vibrator is crushed down hard onto my clit. Chaos racks my convulsing body, as pressure and pain and pleasure all come together, each one vying to overcome the others. I know I'm screaming and crying and shaking violently, because I can hear it and feel it. But mostly I feel the spiraling ecstasy that takes me out of this world, as the device moves back and forth in small rapid jerks. The handle is pressed upward, tight against my urethra, rubbing insistently over the opening, adding even more sensation to what I already have. Oh god, let me die now, like this, and I will not complain! I return to the real world as I feel the device being slowly drawn out, until the oblong knob is clear of my body. The vibrator continues to work at my clit, and I know that my spasming is clearly visible, as my entrance contracts and loosens. When the vibrator is taken away, the spasms slowly fall back down to baseline and I begin to relax, fully expecting to feel the fleece cover once again touching my now superbly sensitive body. Instead, the distinct feeling of a man's cum falls across my chest, to be quickly lapped up by an eager tongue, which continues to lick my breasts, dancing around my tight nipples, then finally the mouth takes hold of one nipple, sucking hard. Then another mouth closes over the other one. I imagine I'm suckling twins, and they're very hungry. It would be nice to do that some day, but that can never be. I smile to myself as others join in, sucking on my toes, my fingers, my earlobes. A demanding mouth against my lips. I open obligingly so that even my tongue can be drawn into a mouth. A questing finger fills the emptiness where the glass had been. It pushes in deep. I can feel it against my cervix, gliding in small circles around the opening, too light to be painful. It would seem that quite a few of the Clients are clearly very pleased with what's just been done to me, since they've joined in the action. From the sounds I hear around me, there's also a good number of satisfied customers, being driven successfully to their own peaks of pleasure not far from my gurney. That will surely give me a high rating for my performance. Ratings are very important to everyone, but especially so to me, since the really good slots that are available once a Girl or Boy gets too old to be considered attractive are based mostly on your ratings. I know I don't have too many more years to go, and I really want to be a Tech, and maybe even a Trainer someday. I'm doing well so far, but I've got to keep the numbers up in order to get that sort of high-Status position. I'm exhausted and want nothing more than something to drink and a chance to recuperate, but I drive myself harder, encouraging my Clients to keep on with what they're doing. The spasms wash over me like a wave washes over a piece of driftwood lying on a beach. I accept it all, but I am passive now, taking in what I can. The others catch on, gradually detaching from my spent body, but leaving me with reluctance, expressed by gentle caresses, tender kisses, a hand pushing back a stray lock of sweat-drenched hair from my forehead. At last, I am covered, given water, then urged to curl up on my side and rest. The activity continues to swirl around me, but I'm officially out of service now. Perhaps I was given a bit too much of the dreaming-drug, as I slip into a light doze while the other Erotic Displays are performed. I awake again at a sudden increase in the overall noise level, as if something disastrous might be happening. I sit up, alarmed. My Tech's arms are around me instantly, her voice reassuring and calm. "It's all right. That's just Freak, doing es famous double orgasm routine," she tells me. "Seems like the Clients can never get enough of em. Ee's the closing Display. It's almost over." Once that burst of excitement and activity ends, the Display is clearly winding down. The music slows, then tapers off and stops. The lights come on. I lie on my gurney, everything but my head safely tucked under the fleece cover. I hear the soft bleep of the recorders attached to the foot of each gurney, as the departing Clients stop by and rate the individual performances. When everyone has left, our Techs wheel us all out to the Recovery Room, where our needs will be met and we'll be allowed to sleep while the dreaming-drug wears off. My night's work is over, and I relax into a well-earned rest. When I awake, I'll have several Free Days to do whatever I wish. I'm surely the luckiest girl in this wretched world. Wouldn't you agree?