2 comments/ 34984 views/ 8 favorites Aboard the SCS Ecstasy By: Doc Redfield (Tales piece-mealed together from message-boards, AOL tales and RPs, turned into one long, cool short story. The tale takes place aboard the SCS Ecstasy, a pleasure ship floating through space, where the servitor robots ('bots) can perform ANY function within certain parameters... that are about to be broken!) Part I: Theora He kissed her gently at first, and she liked it. She liked it a lot. She returned the kiss in kind, pressing herself against him. His hand slid behind her waist and pulled her against him, and she could feel his hardness pressing into her hip. She let her body rub against his, his hand sliding down her skirt until it reached the hem, his fingers landing on her stockinged thigh. Suddenly she pulled away. "I'm sorry. I can't do this. I .. I'm sorry." "What do you mean?" "I .. I just can't. I have a husband back home. I .. can't. I think you should go." He closed the door behind him, and locked it. "Oh no you don't." They were now alone in her room. Theora took a step back. "Hold on a minute. I don't even know your name." He advanced, a hungry look in his eyes. "You don't need to." "Please leave now. I don't want to call security." But he kept coming. Before she knew what was happening he had grabbed her, and forced her against the wall hard. She yelped as her back hit the wall, almost knocking the wind from her. He pinned her there with an arm across her chest, his other hand taking the waist of her skirt and ripping it free. The fabric around the zipper gave easily and she grunted, struggling. "No!! What are you doing!?" He ignored her pleading question, silencing her by seizing her lips with his own, his hand sliding down her panties and over her cunt. She squirmed and tried desperately to push him away, but he was simply too strong. She writhed against the wall but could not stop him from slipping his finger between her cunt lips and into her warmth. "No! Stop it .. please!!" she moaned, twisting her head to break his kiss, as his hand slid in and out of her, becoming wet from her pussy juices. She groaned against his immovable grip, clawing at him with her fingernails, but he'd limited the range of her arms by pinning them down against the wall. He didn't speak another word. Instead he ripped her panties off her like they were paper. Left only wearing her blouse, garter belt, stockings and pumps, he took her and threw her forcefully across the room. She tumbled onto the bed, her legs splaying as she landed. Before she could act he was upon her, flipping her over on her stomach and spreading her legs wide with his knees. She could hear him undoing his pants, and she clawed at the edge of the mattress to try to escape. "Let me go .. please .. oh god, don't do this .. " she pleaded, but he refused to answer. She heard him shuck his pants and his underwear. It was clear to her that she wouldn't be able to overcome his strength .. he definitely had the advantage with his weight fully upon her body. "Shut your mouth," he said harshly. He spread her legs wider on the mattress. She tried to gain purchase with one of her shoes on the edge of the mattress, but she was just out of reach. She felt the head of his prick easing into her cunt, and she cried out. "NOOOO .. please .. oohhhhh .. " He slid deeper into her, filling her, stretching her. Her pleading rose sharply in pitch as she felt his cock plunging into her, an inch at a time. At last she felt he was in her fully. He was huge. It hurt, but it was exquisite .. a feeling of being pinned to the mattress with his cock. Her mouth fell slack as she gasped for breath. All at once he pulled out of her to the head, then rocked himself back into her hard. "OHHH!" she cried aloud, knowing the rooms were soundproofed and that no one would hear her. She screamed anyway. "HELP! HELP ME!" He fucked her harder, sliding out and then slamming back into her again. This time she gave a high pitched yelp, her eyes squeezed closed. She breathed hard, her mind reeling from the feeling of his hard cock deep within her and the weight of his body against hers on the bed. She felt his hand gripping her shoulder, pinning her down and while at the same time pulling her body back against him as he thrusted. "That's it," he taunted. "Scream, scream louder. No one can hear you, Theora." She screamed as loud as she could. "HEEELLLP!! PLEASE! OOOHHHHHHH ..." But his cock plunged into her again and again. Faster now. She balled the bedcover in her fists and clenched her teeth as he fucked her, gasping breathlessly for air, helpless against the force and fury of her consort, who had entranced her so handily in the cocktail lounge where she had asked him up to her room for some privacy. He was now fucking her savagely doggie style on the bed, pinning her down hard and ravishing her mercilessly. She cried out in desperation as he picked up the pace even more, starting to groan and moan aloud. She struggled to move her arms backward, but it was useless. His body slammed against her ass again and again like a piston, his cock plunging into her soaking warmth .. and she once more surrendered, the fucking unlike anything else she'd ever felt. She lifted her ass and parted her legs wider on the bed, giving in to him, letting the feelings overwhelm her. He seemed to be nearing his climax and she clutched at the bedcover, her hair falling over her face, moaning in rapture .. her own release beckoning. "Oh yeah .. oh yeah .. " he started saying. "Oh yeah Theora, you fucking whore .. that's it .. you like it hard .. I can see it." She whimpered, not only were the words utterly humiliating, but .. they were true. "Say it," he taunted. "Say 'fuck me.' SAY IT!" he demanded. Gasping, she opened her eyes and looked backward at him. "Say it you slut!" he barked at her. "Say it!" "Fuck me .." she said just under ragged breaths. "I didn't hear that. Say it loud bitch!" "Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck .. m-me .." That seemed to be what he needed. He moaned loudly and started pumping her like a jackhammer. She cried out, loving it, her eyes clenching shut once more as her climax drew closer and closer. Finally she came, the explosion tearing through her like none other had before. The waves rocked her body mercilessly, and she writhed in abject ecstasy on the mattress, bucking wildly against him as he pumped and pumped her. At last his own climax burst into her and she felt his hot cum flooding her, his own orgasm shuddering through him, his scream enough to rake cracks through glass. He continued fucking her until the last of his orgasm had passed through him, and he finally slid his cock from her well worn pussy and collapsed beside her on the bed, releasing her at last. She lay there catching her breath, recovering from the shock waves of her own climax. She moaned as she rolled to her side, her muscles sore from the intensity of his strength bearing down on her. After about a minute she opened her eyes. He lay there, facing her, watching her. "Are you hurt?" he asked. "A little," she whispered. "You're pretty strong, Doc." "I'm sorry. A little less brute force next time?" She nodded. "Good use of language," she said between breaths, her heart still pounding. He was perfectly calm. "Any other direction?" he asked. "Let me think," she said, rolling onto her back, massaging herself lightly with her fingers. "You did fine. A little rough against the wall, but it was okay. I wasn't hurt too bad. Besides, you have to hold me there, and I fight pretty hard." "Thank you for not kneeing me this time." She chuckled. "I remembered. Your throw was better this time, but it still scares me a little." "Do you want me not to do that?" he asked. "No, I think I'm growing to trust you." She smiled to him. He nodded, getting up from the bed. "I'll go back to maintenance for recharging. I can be ready again for you in about four hours." Theora laughed. "I don't think I will be able to walk by then. If I want you again tonight I will check with the reservation desk. You can go, Doc." He slid his pants back on, fastened them and left, closing the door to her room. He had shown a lot of improvement since their last encounter. Much too rough, much too brutal. This time was almost just right, a few more tries and he'd be perfect. Although, she thought, her fingers still gently rubbing her clit, maybe a woman would be nice to try. She wondered how many "bots" there were aboard, and how many models they had available. Maybe later this afternoon she'd go back down there and check out the woman models. D1, or "Doc", was quickly becoming her preferred model of pleasure, but it was a long voyage, and there was no limit to things she could try. She smiled a little to herself. Dare she try two at the same time? Or perhaps two of them could be instructed to fuck each other, so Theora could watch? She heard there may be more bots coming aboard when they reached dock. A whole new buffet table to sample ... she giggled to herself. So many possibilities ... what a vacation this cruise was turning out to be. Part II: A New Morning, A new Idea Theora awoke, opened her eyes and stared out the window into the stars. Her bed was right up against the one-way glass, and she smiled, feeling perfectly at ease, perfectly satisfied. It was as though the ship wasn't moving at all, even though it was racing through space at speeds she couldn't comprehend without a Masters degree. She stared into the emptiness, the ocean of sparkles, for a long time. So many more stars than one could see on Earth, or even from orbit. The glow of the Earth from the space station all but swallowed up what starlight was visible. But out here, the stars were radiant .. breathtaking. Like last night was. "Doc", as he asked to be called, was magnificent. He was getting better and better at their little game. The orgasm he'd given her was beyond incredible .. off the charts. There was something about his voice, so coarse, and yet she knew deep down she was safe the whole time and could give herself completely to the role. She'd never been able to feel that safe with a man, and even with Doc ordering her to beg for his cock, ripping her clothes off, throwing her bodily across the room .. he was ultimately a pussycat, with but one word he would revert to his docile, submissive self. No man was capable of that level of self-control when things got rough .. at least, no man in her experience. She sat up suddenly, an idea dawning on her. Could Doc's AI be duplicated? She knew there were only a limited number of distinct AIs aboard the ship, fewer than there were bodies available to choose from. Could Doc's personality be duplicated and downloaded into another one of the bodies? What would it be like to have that kind of sex, but with two men? One to hold her down, the other to .. ohhh, that was definitely worth finding out. She wondered if having two of the bots at a time wasn't against the rules .. then again, surely they wouldn't make a rule as stupid as that. She smiled as she tossed the bedcovers aside and pulled off her nightgown, heading to the closet. She would go to see the Botmistress and ask her if she couldn't get two Docs at the same time. She was already getting warm just thinking about it. Part III: A new Idea continues DOC awoke like a light switch. He stood in the bay, where he was stationed along with all of the other Bots aboard the 'Ecstasy' when not in use. He unplugged himseld quickly and simply from the recharging console, all the while downloading the commands that had just been sent to him by the BotMistress. Orders for the day, and the power to carry them out. As a machine, he enjoyed his work and the pleasure he gave to others. But as a programmed man, he felt a certain sense of incompletion; when all was said and done, whether he received pleasure, had performed his duty or none of the above, he was simply switched off and plugged into a wall. THe first job of the day required for him to be the well-dressed dominant personalty that was his default mode. Bots could be anythiong for anyone, just about, but they all had a basic programme that made them something more than machine. He passed Gabrielle in the narrow hallways leading to the ship's guest quarters. She looked less than satisfied, and he wondered what her shift had been like so far that day. The question was gone from his mechanical mind in an insant though, and soon he was knocking on the door of the Botmistress's office. "Come in," she crooned. Doc entered, finding the middle-aged looking Bot in her chair, as always, chewing on the tip of a pencil. As she was switched on almost invariably, she rarely left the charging seat that was a central point of her office. The bombshell blonde grinned at Doc as he sat, dropping her hand from the pencil and letting her fingertips trail across her ample cleavage. "Theora is asking for you again, darling." Doc smiled. "Good." He played back he recent times with her in his mind; He could literaly see himself throw the beautiful young brunette across her cabin and onto the bed. He had proceeded to do just as she had asked, to rip her clothes off and have his way with her - to make her beg for his cock, which he then eased into her, inch by inch as she begged for more. He finally pounded her into the bed, taking her from behind as hard and as fast as he could without actually hurting her. The replay arroused him. "I look forward to seeing her again," he said at last. "I'm glad she knows who it is aboard that can truly please her." "Yes, well," the Botmistress, Karen, began chewing more fervantly on the pencil. "You must have done a fantastic job, because I've called you in here to copy you." Doc paused, uncertain. "Copy me?" he wondered aloud. "Yes, darling. I'm afraid so." Karen leaned forward and turned her computer screen to face him, showing him Theora's request. She wanted Doc alright - she wanted TWO of him; two exact copies of one personality, one body. One to hold her down while the other had his way with her, and so on. A twin more precise than any human sibling could ever be. Doc didn't know whther to be flattered, or threatened.. and the worst part about it was, as a machine, he wasn't sure why he should feel either. He sat back in his chair, contemplating the issue. It was then that two of the ship's passengers came in, a man and a woman with one desire or another, and by default Doc had to relinquish his chair for them. The discussion was over. Karen waved at him and Doc was instinctively on his way to the shop for whatever process was needed to copy him in both mind and body. That's what it was to be a Bot aboard the "Ecstasy" - it was part of the safety protocols, part of the programming, part of the rules. And for the first time, the Bot known as Doc wondered if the rules could be changed... * * * "You know you want it." He told her, pressing Theora against the wall of her cabin and raising her skirt to reveal the tops of her lace stockings. And while one hand had curled itself into Doc's wavy brown hair, the other was trying to push him away. "I'm sorry... I can't do this," she said, trying to turn away from his kisses but only leaving her neck open to attack. Doc grabbed her wrists, pinning her against the wall and silencing her with a kiss that ravaged the inside of her mouth with his tongue. "Stop," she breathed. "What are you doing?" "I'm not stopping," he told her, and raised the skirt to reveal what little she was wearing beneath. "You've wanted this... Now I can't turn away from you. Its all your fault that I'm here and I can't keep my fingers off of you..." And with that he held both of her hands above her in one of his, allowing his fingers to plunge between her legs and the hot, wet pussy he found waiting there, quivering. He pushed aside the frail fabrick. "Or from IN you..." Even as Theora groaned and tried to look away, she was sliding down the wall, practically impaling herself further onto his hand. A gasp, somewhere between a cry for help struggling to get out and the mew a new lover makes when aroused escaped her lips. But even as he tried to claim them once more, she turned away. "God, stop," she pleaded. But it only spurred him on. Doc ripped the tiny lacy panties from Theora's supple hips and brought the useless item to his face, grinning at her all the while. He tossed them aside and thrust his hand back between her thighs, claiming her body with the gesture. She clamped her legs together, but it was futile. Soon he had worked two digits into her, pumping and massaging her pussy with excuisite abandon. "No! Help... Unng!" She moaned and cried. "Please, someone help me!" But they both knew full well that the cabin's were sound proof. Doc released her mound, only to tear open her blouse. He could smell her scent on his fingers and could trail her own desires across her heaving breasts. Theora whimpered and bit her lip. "There's no escape," he told her. Doc awoke again, the power surge interupting his new favourite play-back. His eyes opened, only to gaze upon himself. There was no mirror and this was no vision impairment; his copy was standing before him, where a technician was making some final adjustments. Doc had a double now - one that could join him in revelry, or go off on its own to do the same things that he had been programmed for. Doc had been right; there was no escape. Only he had been wrong about the victim. But, he shrugged inwardly, rules were made to be broken. Part IV: The Two Docs The two Docs. Both were walking down the cozy corridor of the Starship Ecstasy towards Theora's room. Both were machines; the same 'man' copied into two to fit the desires of the passengers; the 'real' people aboard the ship that demanded simple – and not so simple – pleasures during their long flight. The original Doc had not bothered to take the time to discuss the situation with his copy or get to know him; they were the same machine at the moment, and it was as simple as that. While Doc may not have been certain he even liked the idea of being copied simply to fit the whims of another, he had been, and he had a duty to perform. Two figures, both with dark, chiseled looks and dressed in expensive-looking suits strolled down the hall like a pair of silent, weird twins... or sharks. Told to enact a certain pleasure for a client, both Doc's had simply moved to obey. But fate was about to lend a hand in the matter. "Hey, Doc..." It was Gabrielle. She had leaned out the door of one of the larger closets with a giant grin on her face and a spark in her eye. Then she noticed the other one. "Nice twin," she said, not missing a beat. "OK, well, BOTH of you, come in here." The original Doc looked down at the attractive 'girl' bot in her cheerleader uniform and smirked. "What are you doing?" "Just c'mere. Seriously, both of you are gonna love this!" Doc sighed and motioned to his double. The three entered the small room, Gabrielle bouncing happily like the schoolgirl she was dressed as. The two Docs strolled in, uncertain and a little bored. "Gabby, we seriously have a client to attend to... one of my favorites, actually." "Perfect," she almost squealed. "It's a pity I won't get to try you first, though. Still, you're soooo going to thank me for this." "Gabby," Doc threatened. "What ARE you talking about?" Gabrielle just stood there smiling like someone who had just got away with something. She swung her hips back and forth, clenching her hands behind her back as she bit her lip. Finally she relented, "I don't have any safety protocols," she admitted. "I've been modified to circumvent the failsafe subroutines. And I can take yours away too... both of you." Aboard the SCS Ecstasy Doc didn't know what to say. The theory had promise though. "How?" was all he could finally bring himself to ask. "I made Corey an offer he couldn't refuse," Gabby beamed. "Oops," she said, covering her full lips, "I wasn't supposed to say that." And she giggled. For the first time, the Second Doc spoke. "THIS," he said, turning around as he loosened his tie, "I gotta see." * * Both Docs continued down the corridor to Theora's room. Something was definitely different. It had only taken Gabby mere moments to modify both 'men' and change their safety protocols. They could feel any and all pleasure whenever they wanted, Gabby had told them. Safewords given by passengers halted all Bot activity, to the point where it literally stopped a rising orgasm dead in its tracks. It was also what kept a Bot under control. "But I'll ALWAYS listen to a passenger's safeword and desires... and I know you will too, Doc," Gabby had said. "That's why I want you to have the same feeling I can have now." And she had delved into their circuits and changed them. "Stop," the original Doc told his copy. They had reached the door to Theora's cabin, and the double was about to knock. "I think I'LL go in first... THEN you can join me. I'll send a signal when I think it's the best time to surprise her with her request." "That WILL be a surprise," the other Doc said. There was something beyond simple mischief in his eyes when he said it. It was a strange quirk to see in a Bot's eye, much less his own, yet the original Doc's machine mind mirrored the feeling, whatever it was. Doc knocked, and Theora opened the door. The young woman was dressed for dinner, with a small black halter dress, her hair curled at the ends, and black eye makeup. She made a show of giving a little gasp, as though she weren't expecting this rogue at her door. "Doc," she acted, "I thought I told you never to come here again." Doc began to push open the door and let himself in. "You know I can't do that," he said, placing the other hand on the soft flesh of her shoulder and throat. "You know I can't stay away from YOU." He finished allowing himself in and closed the door behind him, backing her into the room. Theora's breath became ragged as she began to anticipate what was to come. Doc played on that anticipation. "I've already had you, Theora. So now I figure I should be able to have my way with you, whenever I want." Theora backed away further, her hands reaching behind her so that she wouldn't run into anything. "I told you to get out." But Doc simply grabbed her hands and stared, smiling. "You can't," she breathed. "Get out... please." "You want me," he told her. "No," she whispered. "I'm going to fuck you anyway," he told her, and with that he pulled her against him and kissed her. Theora struggled, pulling one hand free. She used it to pry open the other hand and fling herself across the room toward the door, making a great show of it. Her breasts, full and round beneath the thin fabric of her dress, heaved with excitement, but not true fear. She didn't really want to escape, Doc knew, but she also wanted to experience the feeling of barred escape; a man that wanted her so much he wouldn't leave her be, let her escape, or let her wriggle from his embrace. She hit the wall near the door, turning to face him again as she edged closer to the exit. Doc didn't move; he only smiled. Sending the signal, he 'called' to his new twin. With perfect time, the door opened, revealing a figure to Theora; a second man... another DOC. She looked over in mock fear and disbelief, her arms still splayed up around her head. Theora gasped, eyes were as wide as plates as she moved away again. But the Original Doc stopped her there, catching her easily. His hands groped at her body as she spun and tried to flee, but it was useless; the new Doc had closed the distance now as well. He had shut the door, soundproofing the room, and quickly moved to join his twin in securing the passenger. This Doc grinned as he grasped the girl's hips and dove in to kiss her neck. Theora screamed. "No!" She said. "Get out, both of you!" The fear was almost as real as the excitement now; she had expected her request for a second 'Doc', but had still been surprised by the actual entrance. Still, while one bot was sufficient to suppress her and use her as she desired, two were still just as trusted to stop whenever she said 'safeword'. The fear element was always going to be just beyond her reach, Doc thought... unless he could show her that the Docs' programming was beyond what she thought would stop him... * * * Theora was shocked, to be certain, but she was also pleasantly surprised. Emotions careened into one another in a whirlwind of thrown senses. Her arms and legs trembled, her breathing came fast and shallow; it had been like this the first few times with Doc, but now the feelings were doubled. This was going to be fun! But she had little time for such observations – she was busy being assaulted by the twin versions of Doc. "No," she cried, squirming and arching against the man behind her, holding her against him. Theora could feel his erection against her backside though the thin material of their clothes. He held her wrists high and apart even while the other Doc began feeling up and down her scandalously clad body. This new Doc, strange in how exactly he resembled the one she had known so long now, was chuckling and smiling in an unsettling way. His hands became more bold, grabbing her breasts at the same time and lifting them slightly by pinched nipples, erect through her small dress. Theora gasped. "NO! Please, stop... stop it! Leave me alone!" But he only began to nuzzle her neck. "I told you," the Doc behind her said, "You're mine." "And now you're OURS," the other echoed. "Oh god!" she wriggled, even more desperately than before, to get away. She looked over her shoulder at the first Doc, her eyes fearful while avoiding the questing lips of the one in front of her. The first Doc only grinned and kissed her cheek, trying to capture her mouth in his. When Theora pulled away, she was only met by the leering face of the other. She twisted away again and moaned. "There's no escape now, Theora.... no one can help you. What does it feel like?" The Doc behind her knelt down and began running a hand up the back of Theora's skirt. She was held fast by the other Doc's hands, illustrating beyond a doubt the uselessness of struggle. She struggled to free herself, but only succeeded in writhing erotically between the pair of them. "What does it feel like to be totally at the mercy of TWO of me..?" Theora whimpered, "let me go .. please," over and over. The hands up her dress pulled it up and revealed her ass to the hot room's charged air. Lips followed hands, just as in front the battle became whether or not to accept the delving kisses or fend of the licking, sucking man at her throat and chest. "Not a chance," one of them replied, but Theora didn't know which. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she had allowed her head to fall back, spilling waves of hair down her back. Doc number two stood and took her earlobe into his mouth. The Doc in front of her, one hand of his free as well, ripped open Theora's halter and pulled it down away from her neck and shoulders. His mouth seeks hers out, finding it... claiming it... laughing into it as his steals her breath away. The dress was pulled further down, revealing a strapless, lace bra that was dangerously close to falling away. Theora moaned. "Oh god, stop." The Doc behind her pulled the black dress down Theora's shapely hips. She stood there, trapped and held between them as more and more flesh was revealed with each passing moment. High heels with laces tied up and around stockings and garters framed a ting black lace thong, which was being pressed against her swollen mound by someone. She could feel the wetness gather there, soaking through the flimsy garment. Theora whimpered into the next kiss that entangled her tongue, unable to turn her head. The skirt hit the floor and Doc grasped one and then the other quivering ankle to pull the dress free of her heels. All the while his hand played along her backside and his twin's mouth conquered Theora's. The Doc in front of her was still chuckling, slipping the front of her lacy black bra from her breasts slowly... intently. "We want you, Theora," one of them reminded her. She didn't even care which one was which anymore. She was lost to them both. "And we're going to have you." "YOU called us here, whore... you wanted this! And now, now you're going to GET it." Theora twisted her shoulders, trying to use any part of her body she still could move to escape, while keeping her knees held tightly together. "No," she moaned desperately. Now even the first Doc laughed. Suddenly Theora was all but freed; her body seemed released and the hot, close bodies weren't there. But her hands were held in unwavering grips. Theora screamed as she was grabbed again but hot, roaming hands that picked her bodily off of the floor. As one the two Bots moved, tossing her silently across the room and onto the bed. Just as quickly both Docs were there, making certain she couldn't move again once she might regain her senses. She gasped and made incomplete sounds of protest and surprise when she next had her bra stripped away, leaving her topless. Theora was turned onto her back and pulled around on the bed, her breasts jiggling with the movement. One Doc held her arms while trying to reclaim her mouth from above her. When she tossed her head from side to side, he only leaned over her further to suckle at her rock-hard nipples. Theora's hissed at the pain and pleasure the man was giving her. The other held her legs. Gripping her ankle he knelt down between them and began licking the inner thigh of her stockings. Theora's her hips writhed helplessly as she was overcome with the enormity of the two men claiming her, each as forceful as Doc had been before, but now he was two men. She moaned, arching her back, trying in vain to move her arms, knowing she couldn't possibly break loose. "How does it feel, mm?" One of them said. "I can tell you how YOU feel," he continued, his voice playing the same games with Theora's head as the hands played with her body. A Doc runs his fingers along her body, over the thong... pulling the tiny, black material aside to reveal her moist cunt. He licked at what he found. "I can tell you how you TASTE..." "Ohhhh," she groaned aloud, rocking her cunt against his mouth. "Oh god ... no..!" Theora's protests were cut off as the other Doc claimed her lips. The first demands further moans from her despite this, placing first one and then two fingers into her as he licked her pussy mercilessly. Theora could do nothing while her wrists and one ankle are held firm, even with the other leg is pinned by one of the attackers' weight. Doc's tongues quested deep into both orifaces. Fingers plunged into Theora's hot cunt, faster and faster. And she was helpless. Moaning desperately, Theora squeezed her eyes squeezed shut. She tore her lips free from the man behind her and cried out, "HELP!!!" "No one can help you. You're OURS. You WANTED this..." "NOO!!!!! Uunngghh," she groaned, rolling her hips as 'Doc 2' ravished her with his fingers and tongue. "She's a whore," the other Doc said, smiling. "Make her admit it." They both laughed. The mouth at Theora's pussy lapped and licked, teasing her, taking her to the edge yet not OVER it. "Tell him what you are... YOU called us here." "Yes, she certainly DID," the other agreed. Theora was breathless "I'm not ...a... No," she tried to say. "Stop .. please. Let me go." Yet fingers fucked her in earnest as teeth grazed her clit. All the while a tongue slid across her breasts, pulling at each nipple. A larger part of her wanted them to never stop. "Tell him what you are, whore!" one of them said, but the other only calmly commander the event to progress. "We'll MAKE her admit it.... Flip her over." Theora, rolling her head from side to side, was unable to continue to deny the waves of pleasure her body is enduring. "Oh, god," escaped her lips, but it was no cry for help. On the edge of being plunged over an abyss of climax, Theora was suddenly grabbed again and rolled over. Forced onto her belly spread eagle on her own bed, her chin was left resting at the edge, staring into the loosening trousers of one of her captors. She cried out in panic and despair over the loss of her near-orgasm as she was forcefully manhandled, her legs spread wide apart on the bed. The Doc in front of her face then used his belt to tie her hands together in front of her, adding the binding to remind her of her predicament. "This is too restricting," he said. "We can do even MORE to every single PART of her if she's too tied up to struggle." The Doc laughed and revealed his throbbing hard cock to Theora's face. She stared at it, and looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the now-frightened edge she was beginning to feel again. These two men, whom she had asked to use and overpower her, were unrelenting – taking her past the brink. All she had to do was use the safeword to stop them, and a part of her was almost at that point. But the rest of her... "Take it," Doc said, handling his cock and presenting it to her lips. "Take it into your mouth, whore, and suck." Theora could only whisper. "Please...." The Other Doc had removed his clothes as well, using his belt to tie one of her ankles to one bedpost, and his shirt to tie the other ankle to another post. He was forcing her open, spread to the desires of both bots. "Take it," the other one was saying, trying to force her member past her lips. "Suck on it like you know you want to, whore... open wide!" Theora closed her eyes and opened her mouth. He forced the swollen, throbbing member in, filling it and moaning in his triumphant ecstasy. The Other Doc grinned and ripped Theora's tiny, useless thong away and threw it onto the bed beside her now filled face. Theora whimpered as his cock is pushed into her mouth, but she wrapped her lips around it and began sucking and licking. Her hips undulated with need; the scent of her sex was heavy in the air. She offered little resistance being restrained to the bed. Again the Doc behind her licked at her cunt, angling her hips up to give him better view and taste. His fingers plunged into her forcefully while the other hand grasped at her naked back and ass. The Doc in front of her moaned and pushed his cock in and out of her face, deeper and deeper, with more speed and obvious desire. He gripped her hair in one powerful hand, smiling. Theora, bound and helpless - her hands tied together in front of her with Doc's thighs holding them between them as well – could only moan and sigh around the giant rod as he thrust down and forward into her hot mouth. "Take it," he moaned. "Take it all." The Doc Behind her climbed up and over Theora's back, placing his weight over her, angling his rigid cock just at the opening of her dripping pussy lips. He breathed into her ear, making certain she was totally aware of how she was trapped between both men/Bots. He was still just barely entering her. "Tell me... tell me you WANT it," he demanded, knowing full well she can only moan in positive or negative for the gagging cock in her throat. "Tell me..." He pushed another inch into her. "Tell me!" Theora whimpered her assent at last, and he thrust hard and deep into her quivering, wet, waiting cunt. "AHHHH.... yess!" he cried. Theora squealed, squeezing her eyes shut. Doc begins fucking Theora earnestly from behind. She was now locked in at both ends and tied spread to her own bed, driven down into the mattress by the pounding she was taking from above and behind. Theora moaned as she was fucked from both ends, her body having given up its resistance. She rolled her head, loving the feel of Doc's thick cock filling her mouth, but started to worry that he wouldn't stop thrusting before she gagged. Suddenly, with a pang of terror, Theora realized that she was unable to use the safeword with her mouth full and her limbs bound. Her eyes sprang open, yet all she could do was moan. "Mmph!" The Doc in her mouth plunged deeper, chuckling. "You are... you can take every inch of me, can't you? You've wanted this so long." Obviously turned on further by the sight of her locked between himself and his twin, he thrust faster into her mouth, holding her head by the waves of dark hair. The Doc behind her began tearing at Theora's stockings and groping beneath her to fondle her breasts, grunting in her ear. Theora would almost be screaming if it weren't for what was in her mouth. Her jaw muscles began aching badly. If she could just get that prick out of her mouth... She tried to pull away from him, making noises appropriate to the distress she was starting to feel. But GOD the cock in her cunt felt so amazingly good, she couldn't safeword the first Doc without stopping the other! The total submission of being tied down to her bed and fucked hard from behind AND being fucked by another in her mouth was nothing short of mind blowing. "There's no escape, Theora. You're ours to do with as we please, now." At last the Doc in front of her pulled free for a moment, gripping her chin and looking down at her. "Now, tell me... tell me you're a little whore... that you wanted this." He grasped his cock, running the tip of it over her lips. Theora groaned, closing her mouth to ease her aching jaw muscles. A repetitive whimpering escaped her throat anyway as the Doc behind her fucked hard and unrelentingly. "Tell me," the one holding her sore jaw was still demanding. The tone and voice was almost exactly the same as the way the one behind her had commanded her to beg to be fucked. His prick was running along her jaw, then back into her mouth, and then out again. Theora moaned over and over; her body was slipping over the edge of exhaustion. The trembling had returned, pertly from her failing muscles, and partly by the excitement and fear of being at the potential mercy of the bots. Theora wanted to give the Doc threatening to force oral on her again the safeword so she could rest and recover a little – and perhaps feel a little safer - but she was loving the feel of the other Doc's cock fucking her cunt hard from behind. Again she wrestled with her senses, trying to decide what to do. "Tell me," he still demanded, "what do you WANT to say, little whore?" In again, out again, in, out... from both sides... one so very threatening, waiting to plunge deep again to gag her as he sees fit, the other merciless, rigid, ramming. The Doc behind Theora rested his pelvis on her outstretched thighs, reminding her again of how she was tied down and open to his every whim. "Yeess.... ungh ungh ungh!" He grasped at her breasts under her body and pulled at them while banging away. He thrust down and in, pinching her nipples as he did so. "Tell me, whore!" the other barked. Theora groaned, unable to take it anymore. She needed a few moments to recover, to remind herself that she was in control. She hated it, but finally opened her mouth and said, "Doc ... safeword." Theora waited a moment, then looked up at Doc. Doc only laughed and plunged back into her mouth, then pulled free to study her shocked reaction. "That's NOT what I told you to say." He winked, and filled her mouth again. The Doc behind her has not subsided either, Theora realized with near-horror. He was caressing her back in an almost reassuring way, but still fucking her hard and deep. "No more safewords, no more boundaries," he told her. "You're ours now, just like you wanted. And you WILL have us, just as we will have you." Aboard the SCS Ecstasy "What?!" Theora thought, stunned. As soon as her lips were all but free she pulled her head aside. "Safeword! Safeword!" she called louder, making sure they both can hear her. But they didn't stop. "I can't deny you the pleasure you were forbidden to receive and we were forbidden to give," one Doc was saying. "Not now; not when we're all so close," he said it with more pleasure and want than she had ever hear him express. "Accept it... Take it." "Mmm, yes.... take it," the other replied, and shoved his prick back into her mouth. Theora was filled from both ends again; the Doc behind her held Theora's bucking hips, unrelenting in his fucking while the other drove deeper still, causing his balls to slap against her chin. She whimpered, trying to scream as the first inklings of real panic started to surface. She struggled against the bonds, even though she knew she had nowhere to go, and was bound securely to the bed. The Doc in front brushed away Theora's sweaty hair, thrusting into her lips again and again. A restraining hand was placed between Theora's shoulder blades, pushing her into the bed. She tried to kick her feet, but the bindings didn't give. She moaned and cried as she was rocked and ravaged by the two men. Theora all but gave in at last; she struggled less and less, as the edge of panic gave way to waves of undeniable, unrelenting pleasure that she could not fight if she had wanted to. She realized at last she never really wished to escape in the end. Pleading whimpers were all she could make with Doc's prick pumping in and out of her mouth, but even those soon gave way to the most base of moans and squeals of undiluted passion. The Doc behind her could read her as always, and his reassuring voice returned to its usual taunts. "That's right, you're OURs, whore. OURS. You can't escape us." "Yes... ungh ungh OURS." The reality of that declaration washed over Theora, and a climax began flooding through her. Both Docs pumped into her, thrusting balls deep from both ends - filling her, gagging her, holding her down and immobile as they each built toward their own climax. "Scream, squeal and struggle," he told her, "'cause you want it! You WANT it!" Theora's pleading whimpers become screams of release as the orgasm tightened every muscle in her helplessly bound body. She was rocked on the bed by the ferocity of the assault as the mock rape that she had always wanted became the gang bang that she could not escape. The reality of it all came crashing down on her, the danger firing her orgasm even further. Theora came over and over, harder than she had ever experienced in her life. She panted for breath between screams of ecstasy and around the cock still jabbing into her throat. The Doc behind her obviously felt the tightening of her cunt and the wash of heat as she climaxed, and it brought him closer to his own threshold. "UNGH UNGH UNGH," he screamed, still fucking her for as long and as hard as he could, taking Theora to a new plateau of pleasure. The Doc in front of her pulled free, holding her face as he held his prick at her lips. "TELL ME YOU WANT IT, WHORE!" "Yes," she admitted at last in a strained, hoarse voice. "Oh.... oh, god..! I want it.... I... I want it!" He jerked in front of her, at the very edge. Theora watched the prick being pounded in front of her, about to cum on her face. All the while the Doc behind her pounded even harder and faster. Theora's tongue darted out, her eyes betraying her to them both, she knew. Doc ran the tip of his near bursting rod along her lips and stimulated it to bursting He came, jetting hot spurts onto her face and hair and into her mouth. "UUUNNNGHH!! UNNNGH!! UNGH," he cried out. Another orgasm flowed threw her, and she could feel the bed sheets beneath her soaked with her sweat and juices. The Other Doc watched the spectacle, then he too came at last "UUNNGH, YES... ungh ungh!!!" Hot seed gushed into her and then onto her ass as he pulled free, dousing her even further. Theora shuddered as a final wave of pleasure washed over her with the feel of their cum dripping off of her back and face, 'HIS' taste filling her mouth. The series of orgasms left her exhausted, and her rigid limbs and head collapsed onto the wet bed. * * * Theora found herself unbound and laying naked between the two bots. Their warmth, both physical as well as they way they held her close, was as human as anything she had ever experienced, but the unique situation presented by the possibilities aboard the "Ecstasy" had taken her far beyond anything she ever thought she COULD go through. She might have been angry with them for driving her past what she had asked for, but she knew now that she had never really been in trouble. "Thank you, Doc," she said to one, kissing him. "You're welcome," he said, nuzzling her neck. Theora moaned. She was still exhausted, but she could not deny the response her body was giving to even this simple gesture. "Thank you, Doc," she whispered to the other. He responded by kissing her back, darting his tongue over each vertebrae while his hands began to cup and fondle her ass. While most women could handle sex of a longer duration than men, Theora was drained by the marathon and the mental overload of near panic from before. But those same factors, coupled with how lovingly the two men were touching her now, were exactly why she gave in again. They would not have to take her by force anyhow – she was putty in their hand, too tired to fight it, too enthralled to do anything but enjoy it. Theora willingly complied with their demands, knowing they would stop IF she asked - but she knew she wouldn't...