0 comments/ 33611 views/ 11 favorites Sister's Exile By: Pgup It had been two weeks since my arrival on the island and I had my first view of my new home. It was a very old-looking castle. Thoughts of medieval prisoners crossed my mind. In the two weeks of my imprisonment, my impression had not changed one wit. This was a lonely place in the middle of an ocean. Escape was impossible. This was the church's idea of, 'Devil's Island'. I knew that I was being exiled by the church, but this was truly extreme. There were a number of other sisters here, but, to date, I had not made friends or even an acquaintanceship with any of them. They were all dressed exactly alike – long brown, woolen robes with a sort of extra long, white cowl that covered their shoulders and breasts. I wondered how they put up with such barbaric robes for mine scratched me in practically every tender spot. I was singled out from all of the others because I did not have that white cowl. I had discovered one aspect of my garb that suited me to a tee. There were two long slits in the seams that ran down the sides of the robe and, quite by accident, I discovered that, when I inserted my hands through these slits, they naturally fell right on the opening of my vagina! What I had interpreted as a holy, sanctimonious posture was actually the sisters fingering themselves! I even encountered some of the sisters sitting or lying on the floor in the midst of what could only be an orgasm! This emphasis on sex couldn't have satisfied me more. Still, I wondered just why I was here. Then, on the first day of my third week on the island, I was summoned to meet with one of the elder sisters. She rose from behind a desk to greet me as I entered her quarters. Oh, yes, I forgot to mention that here the sisters didn't live in the usual convent cells. Rather each one had a private room and bath. The reasons behind this opulence became obvious to me in short order. I noticed that, as she rose, she pulled her hands out from under her robe. I thought to myself, "You are just as horny as I am!" "Please, come in and be seated." "Yes, Sister Magdalene." "First off, let me set you straight. Here, we do not use names or titles. You may use, 'Sister' upon meeting one of our girls for the first time, but, after that, we use time as our denominator. I am, 'Wednesday at One' and you shall be, 'Thursday at Three'. Please, before you start asking me a lot of questions, I will try my best to fill you in on what happens here. This place, in one form or another, has been here for a very long time. Long before the first Christian walked the earth. Just when the church took over running it, I have no way of knowing. You, like the rest of us, have been sent here as penance for your, ahem, non-religious behavior." As she said this, she drew out a personnel folder from the drawer of her desk. I was certain it referred to me. "Let's see. My, my. You certainly have been active! You entered the convent after being arrested for prostituting yourself on the street. Then, you insisted upon escaping the convent almost every night in order to participate in nightly trysts. You capped off your licentuous history by being caught by the Monsignor in a very compromising situation with another priest! Well, we shall certainly put your propensity for sex to a very good use here. Now, please stand up!" She came around the desk and, with a brusque movement, thrust her hand up under my robe. "My dear! Here, we never wear knickers! Take them off at once!" Somewhat embarrassed, I reached under my robe, hooked my fingers under the waistband of my knickers and slid them down my legs. "Ah, that is so much better." Once more, her hand slid up under my robe and she began caressing the lips of my vagina! She let her hand rove as far back as my ass! Then, without any warning whatsoever, she pushed two of her fingers into my cunt! I was so surprised that I flinched! "Did I hurt you?" "No. You just surprised me. Is this the usual procedure for a welcoming interview?" "Oh, some are different from this. I..I...I...I...put you.....put you...put your fing...put your fing....in me!" I got her meaning and, as she frantically rammed her fingers up into my cunt, I slid two of mine into her cunt. I was startled by the size of her cunt. Two fingers didn't begin to fill it so I added another and then still another. Wednesday leaned forward and whispered to me, 'Use your hand! Use your hand!" I took her at her word and, cupping all of my fingers in the palm of my hand, I pushed my entire fist into her cunt! Her only reaction was a long drawn out, 'uhhhhh'. When she had recovered her senses, she told me, "Come. I will take you down and introduce you to Donny. I do believe that it is better to show someone what is required of them rather than just try to describe it. Come, I'll show you the farm!" "Farm?" "That is just a nick- name that someone started years and years ago. Since then, that is the way we refer to this place." She strode to the door and we were on our way down into the bowels of the castle. This was my first real opportunity to examine one of these women at close range. I estimated her to be at least sixty years old, but her tits stood out from her chest like a teenager's. The movement of her hips under her robe, reminded me of that old saw about small boys playing under a blanket. Suddenly, it occurred to me that every woman I had seen here was configured in the same way. I wondered, "How could this be?" As we walked to wherever we were going, she added some more information to what she had told me. "The men you will see are not men at all. They are Androids! So you needn't be concerned about your privacy." "Did you say, 'Androids'?" "Yes, I did." "Then they are not human!" "No, they are not. They are supplied to us by the people who first made the agreement with the local populace. At the time when these beings first arrived here, the people thought they were gods and the forerunner of this castle was constructed as a place for these travelers to live. The beliefs of the locals gradually faded out over the centuries and, in a manner with which I am not familiar, an agreement was made between the travelers and our church. As a part of that agreement, we are committed to supplying certain products to those original owners or their descendants. In fact, this entire setup is provided to us for what we can supply to our unseen benefactors. You will see." I could only look at her in disbelief! "Well, here we are. This is the apothecary shop and the man who runs it is known as, 'The Apothecary'. Isn't that quaint? As she said this, she turned to me and smiled. I was beginning to like this woman. "His assistant is the man I mentioned before and he is called, 'Donny'. We entered what could have been any apothecary shop in the world, but I knew that it was run by an Android. "Hello, Apothecary. This is Thursday at Three. She is new and I want to show her the facilities." "I have been expecting her. I have already penciled her in on the schedule. Is her assignment definite?" "Yes, it is. May we use your office so she can observe the procedures?" "Certainly." Wednesday, as I came to know her, led me around the counter and into a small, but very neat office. One whole wall was nothing but a huge window that looked out onto a cavernous space. The walls were bare stone and the floor looked to be made of concrete. In the very center of this huge room, stood a large machine-like structure. There was a framework and some kind of tracked bed. Hanging from the overhead framework were two rather large hoses. At one end of the bed-like arrangement, there stood some kind of machine with two extensions that stuck out in the direction of the bed. A woman was just getting up off of the bed. "That is the one o'clock service. The two o'clock will be arriving any minute now. All you need to do is to watch what the women do and what is done to them." I nodded. Suddenly, my attention was focused on the woman who was coming towards us. The Android, Donny, was assisting her to walk. The thing about her body that struck me was her tits. They, like Wednesday's, stuck straight out from her chest. A teenager would have been proud to show these mammarys off to the world. But, the woman's face was the face of a very old female! I gasped when I saw this and Wednesday spoke up. "That is one of the oldest of all the females who live here. I don't think she will be here too much longer because her milk is slowing and it is no longer of the best quality. I suspect that she will make the trip with the Apothecary any day now. Ah! Here is the next provider!" Again, I nodded, but my eyes were riveted onto that strange apparatus sitting in that room. By this time, the Android and the old woman had reached the door. As he opened the door for her, another woman entered the room. She moved to her left and quickly doffed her robe. It was then that I saw the reason for that white cowl. The neckline of her robe was cut so that it completely exposed her breasts! The cowl provided cover for those naked breasts! She was in great physical shape. Her skin was tight and her tits stuck out like two gun barrels. The muscles in her ass cheeks were firm so that her buttocks didn't shake as she walked. When she turned so that I could see her back, I gasped. Her buttocks were large and the hole in the middle of the crack was gaping wide open! There wasn't enough body to her buttocks to close that crack. Stranger yet, the space between her legs was so wide that I could have run my hand through it without touching either side! As I watched, she reached into a pot that was standing next to where she had entered and, with a huge glob of something grease-like on her fingers, she proceeded to grease her openings! While she was doing this, the Android came up to her. He was carrying two injection needles and he proceeded to insert one into each of the woman's nipples! I gasped and turned to Wednesday with a question in my eyes. "That injection makes us lactate and it results in the kind of breasts that you see on her chest. It doesn't hurt very much and it certainly builds up a woman's ego to have teats like that. Oh! Oh! Please, use your hand again I'm....I'm... I'm ...." And I felt her cunt contract as her orgasm raced through her. This was my second introduction to the, 'come stutter'. When I turned back to look at what was happening I saw that Donny was leading the woman over to the machine and, without any hesitation, she promptly lay down upon the bed portion. Donny quickly attached cuffs to her wrist. Then, he pulled down two harness-like things and put her legs into them. They must have been motor-driven for they both began to smoothly retract – pulling the woman's legs into an upright position so that the two extensions of the smaller machine matched up perfectly with both of her holes. He pushed the machine forward until both extensions were just outside the woman's body. He touched a switch and a low hum filled the room. Slowly, each extension began the in-and-out stroking of fucking. While this was occurring, Donny moved around to the woman's head, reached up and grasped one of the hoses hanging above her. In an instant, it was attached to the nipple on her left breast and, in seconds, the second hose was similarly attached to the nipple on her right breast. I could see both hoses shudder as they began pumping the woman's breasts. "We provide milk to the originators." Wednesday had answered my question before I had a chance to voice it. Donny moved back to the fucking machine and increased the speed of it's stroking of the woman's cunt and ass. I looked at Wednesday, but she waved off my question. WE watched the woman being fucked for a very long time. I had seen her belly heave three or four times as she climaxed, but Donny never stopped the machine or slowed it down. Finally, he must have decided that whatever he was doing was completed for he shut off the machine. Then, he reached down alongside of the bed and brought forth two hoses similar to the two that were milking the woman's tits. These he attached to her cunt opening and ass hole. These hoses, as with the first two, quickly began sucking at the woman's body openings. Now, it wasn't just her belly that was heaving, but her whole body was being rocked by spasms. She looked, for all the world as though she were in intense pain, but then I saw the tell-tale actions of her belly and I knew that she was coming again! After an appreciable time, Donny removed all of the suction hoses. He reached over to a table that stood alongside the machine on which the woman was laying and took two instruments from it. One, he inserted into the woman's vaginal opening and the other he inserted into her asshole. He began twisting a screw-like handle on the first instrument. I glanced at Wednesday and she told me, "They are specula. Their purpose is to hold open her holes for the next phase. He will only spread them one at a time. Now, the reaping begins! Watch!" Donny touched a switch on the machine and a sudden swarm of insects appeared before the woman's gaping cunt. Donny touched another switch and the table began moving forward-then back- and then forward again. Wednesday whispered, "She is scooping up the vaginal insects!" I nearly fainted when she told me that, but I continued to stare at the terrible scene that was unfolding before my eyes. Some how, she was able to scoop up all of the insects in the swarm and Donny promptly loosened the speculum in her vagina and pulled it out. Then he moved his hands over to the speculum that held her ass hole open. The entire procedure was repeated only this time, the insects were noticeably larger! When the woman's ass had scooped up all of this swarm, Donny removed the speculum from her ass and helped her off the table. As she swung her legs over the side of the table, I saw something that I had not noticed on either of these two sisters before. A finely wrought golden chain ran from her navel down over her lower belly and ended at the top of her cunt slit! I pointed that out to Wednesday and asked, "What's that?" Wednesday laughed and said, "You are about to find out". She then took my arm and led me back into the apothecary where we once more were greeted by the Apothecary himself. "Is she ready?" Wednesday merely nodded and he reached over and took hold of my arm. He led me into yet another room where a table similar to those you see in a doctor's office awaited me. He waved me to the table and, when I was lying on the table, he pulled my robe up until I was bare from the shoulders down. He turned to a nearby stand and rinsed his hands in some kind of liquid. I thought he was disinfecting his hands, but, as it turned out, he was covering them with a form of an anesthetic. He turned back to me and began ever so lightly running his hands over all of my exposed body. At first, I felt a sudden warmth, but that soon turned into a coolness. The movement of his hands over the surface of my body caused my sexual excitement to increase rapidly. I couldn't help it. My legs, almost of their own volition, began spreading. The Apothecary noticed this and he burst out laughing. "All you earth females are alike. A little caressing and you open like petals of a flower. Relax. Sex is not a part of this." By this time, I knew that my skin was numb and, when he pinched me, I felt nothing but pressure. He gathered up a portion of the skin around my navel and made some incisions. Then, I watched – somewhat horrified – as he inserted a small golden bar through the incision. With the certainty of having done this many times, he sutured me so that the bar was made fast. He then attached the same kind of golden chain I had seen on the other woman to this bar. I don't have the slightest idea of what he did next, but, when I rose from the table, that chain hung straight down over my belly. It didn't swing loose even when I walked. And the end of it fell exactly upon the tip of my clitoris and remained there! As we left the Apothecary's shop, Wednesday told me, "What he installed in your body is a clock. It will keep you appraised of the time and it will notify you when it is time for certain things to be done, like coming down here for your ride with the machine. Then she laughed. "What's more, it will keep your arousal at a constant peak. If you haven't learned anything so far, I shall make it perfectly clear. You are here to fuck and be fucked on a regular basis and you shall provide certain products for our benefactors!" "Wednesday, what happens to those insects?" "The insects are planted in our bodies and they live there for approximately one week before they die. Then, using the sex machine, Donny kills any of them that are still alive and smashes the bodies into a jelly-like paste. The soft pulp of their bodies is pumped out of us and a new brood is installed. Actually, because of the interaction with our bodily juices, that pulp is almost a jelly and I have been told that our benefactors eat that as a treat. They seem to especially like that product of our bodies and our milk. There is one aspect to all of this that you can't see at all. That is, the interactions going on inside the woman's body. Those insects are alive and they are moving in the woman's belly and bowels. They secrete a small amount of juice, but it is enough to make her body clench and climax. For as long as they are in residence here , all of these women – me and soon, you, included - will be constantly climaxing as these insects work on our guts! In other words, they have just been given a week-long fucking! Something a nympho such as you should really appreciate. Now, here is my last word of advice. Show up in the machine room for your first machine experience at least a half-hour before your assigned time. Donny will run his hands over every part of your body. Even inside your openings. Donny's brain is in reality a computer and he will be registering every dimension of your body. All of the data that Donny collects is automatically transferred into the machine's data bank to be applied to you in a number of ways. For example, those two machine dildos that we watched as they exercised that last woman, are not fixed in either length or girth. They are minutely adjustable and each time you mount the machine, they will increase their size so as to apply a very small stretching factor to your openings. Ultimately, they will be as large as mine! This is done to insure that you will be able to scoop up all of the insects. In addition, the dildo that enters your cunt, has a pointed – almost needle-like-snout. This snout will find and enter the small opening in your cervix that connects your uterus with your cunt. The size of this spooning will be steadily increased until the cock-head of the dildo can pass, unhindered, up into your uterus. I doubt that you have experienced an uterine orgasm, but, when you do – well there is nothing to compare with that sensation." My thoughts were in a terrible quandary. She had, in a mater-of-fact way, just told me that I was to become a whore for some out-of-this world machine and I was to allow it to not only rape me, but to fill my bodily cavities with some outlandish kinds of bugs! I could only stare at her in total disbelief. And, I almost didn't hear the Apothecary when he spoke to me, "Stand still, please." I looked back at him and once more I gasped. He was coming at me with two of the same type of needles that Donny had used on that other woman. "Take off your robe!" I paused for a moment since I wasn't sure that I wanted those things stuck into me. Then, I slowly lifted up my robe and slipped it off over my head. The Apothecary stepped up in front of me and, before I could object or move, he had injected both of my nipples with some kind of juice. It had an immediate effect upon my breasts. I could feel them swelling and getting firmer. Then, he took my old robe from me and handed me a new one. When I slipped this robe on, I found that I had been gifted with a robe that signified that I was, 'one of the girls'. The neck line fell below my breasts and actually acted a little like a bra. It tended to support my breasts. The robe was followed by the white cowl. This merely offered me some cover for my breasts. Sister's Exile "When you reach your quarters, you will find that a box-like apparatus has been installed in your bath. You should investigate it fully for, in the days to come, you will become very familiar with it's contents." I could only stare at the Apothecary for I was perplexed by what he had said. When I turned around to look for Wednesday, I was once more startled to find that she was gone! I looked back at the Apothecary to find that he, too, had turned his back upon me and was leaving the surgery. As I walked along the corridor leading to my quarters, I happened to look out of the window. The futility of my position was readily apparent. For, as far as I could see, there was nothing but open ocean! Like it or not, I was stuck here until the church authorities said otherwise. I made my way back to my quarters and immediately went into my bathroom. Sure enough, there was a box fastened to the wall that had not been there when I went to talk to Wednesday. These people were nothing if not efficient. I opened the box and stepped back in surprise. There were two of the suction hoses that I had seen just this afternoon. Their purpose was very obvious for, even as I stood there staring into that box, I felt the beginnings of the swelling of my breasts. In just a very short while, they had become swollen and painful to the touch. From my very brief farm experience, I knew what this portended. My breasts wanted to be milked! I hesitated, but my enlarging breasts wouldn't let me wait for too long. I stepped up to the box, pulled out both hoses and held them up to my breasts. There was no hesitation. A suction began immediately and I felt something that I had never felt before. I felt my breasts being sucked as though I was holding a baby in my arms. But, it wasn't only that effect that caused me to gasp in surprise. I began wetting. My cunt was juicing so strongly that I was actually leaking onto the floor! I felt my climax coming and I had to take hold of the sides of the box to keep from falling. I came and I came and I came. I had never even suspected that my teats were that sensitive. Slowly, the excitement in my belly began to wane and I knew that I was spent. That damn box must have known it, too, for the hoses fell away from my teats. I had surprised myself by using the cow-oriented term, 'teats'! It was only then that I read the rest of the directions inside the box. "Once orgasm has passed, use needle injector to restore breast capability." I wondered, "What needle injector?" Then, I saw that there were two needles extending out from the back of the box. When I stepped up to them, I also discovered that they were at an exact height so as to enter my nipples. These damn Androids thought of everything. I pushed my chest up against them and felt them penetrate my teats. There was a warm pulse of some kind of liquid and my teats began to swell once more. Wednesday's comments and instructions had answered one unspoken question for me. Every night, I had heard moans and groans and, in some cases, screams from the other sisters. Now, I knew what was happening. The bugs in their guts were driving them, repeatedly, over the brink and into the depths of orgasm. * * * * * * * * My day had arrived! It was Thursday and I was scheduled for my first machine-fucking. As I stood looking out of the window, I felt the anticipation growing in my guts and my mind flitted back to the other, 'first times'. There was the first time I had actually felt a boy's prick. In those days, we spoke of, 'pricks' and 'pussies' and it occurred in, of all places, a movie house. It was winter so we both were wearing heavy coats. We had waited for some time to get into the theater so he said that he had to make a, 'rest stop'. When he returned, I wasn't as alert as I might have been or I would have noticed that the zipper of his pants was open. As soon as we sat down, we both put our coats in our laps. I knew that he was going to finger me – that was our reason for going to the movie - so I prepared for that. What I didn't know was that he wanted me to handle his prick. When the movie began, he reached over and took my hand. The next thing I knew it was resting on a column of hard, warm muscle. We spent the whole movie time caressing each other's private parts. I guess I got a little too eager for he suddenly ejaculated all over my hand. That put an end to any thoughts of fucking that I might have had. My first fucking experience occurred at the home of my best friend. Bea's parents always took a yearly business trip which they characterized as a, 'second honeymoon'. Bea had told me that her mother had revealed to her that the two of them spent nearly the whole weekend in bed. It was our senior high school year, when Bea brought up the idea of using her house while her parents were gone for a huge, 'sleep-over'. Her aims, as well as mine, were made very plain when she said, "After all, there are three bedrooms and the couches in the living room and downstairs play room" So, there is plenty of room for the five of us." Bea was referring to our other friends as well as the two of us. Plans were made well ahead of time. The boys were no problem since there were plenty of our male classmates who were eager to get into our pants. The hardest part for me was to get up the nerve to go into the drugstore and buy condoms. I intentionally picked a store where I knew a friendly old woman took care of the customers. She didn't say a word when I told her what I wanted. She just smiled and said, "This brand comes five to a packet. Do you think that will be enough?" I assured her that would be plenty and walked out of the store. When I suddenly reversed myself and went back in the store, she had not moved and she was holding a second packet of condoms in her hand. I wondered at the time, what did she know that I didn't know? MY excitement began building three days before the day of our, 'tryst'. By the time the night rolled around, I was practically a nervous wreck. "Would I like it?" Would it hurt me?" "What if I get pregnant?" "Will he be gentle or will he just jump on my bones?" My answers, as it turned out were, "An emphatic yes!" A, "No" followed by another, "NO" and, finally, a very pleasant, "Yes" That night became a kaleidoscope of hands, lips, pussies and pricks. I was amazed and very pleasantly surprised at just how easily his prick had slid up into my pussy. At one point, Bea showed up at my side and asked me if I had any extra condoms. I told her to look in my purse and that was the last I saw of her. She must not have found them for she was the only one of our group to get pregnant and, when I got home, I counted my remaining condoms and was astonished to find that I didn't have a one left! "Yeah, that's all well and good, but this time, you are going to be fucked by a machine! Furthermore, from what I have seen, it is going to fuck your ass, at the same time!" Once more, my mind turned back to an earlier time. I was a freshman in college when old man Stankovich fucked me in the ass! That old man had one helluva reputation in the neighborhood as a, 'ladies' man' so I wasn't at all surprised when he invited me into his back room. I knew what he wanted and so did his wife for she just stood there with her hands on the counter and smiled at me as I followed her husband into his, 'private quarters'. He was so sure of himself that he didn't indulge in any foreplay. He turned me around, pulled down my panties and bent me over the little work table. Neither one of us said a word until I yelped when his cock pushed it's way into my ass! Oh, yes. By this time, it was a cock and not a prick and his cock was so big that it could never be called anything but, 'cock'! This experience surprised me as all the others had done for I learned that I really enjoyed the deepest penetration possible and my ass provided that possibility. These memories, as pleasant as they might be, were interrupted by the tingling I was receiving from my belly clock. It was time! I entered the apothecary shop at the prearranged earlier time. For the first time, I looked at the Apothecary as a possible fucking partner. "Do Androids have cocks? If given the chance, would an Android fuck a human female? What would it be like?" I was never to get any answers to these specific questions. My reverie was interrupted when I noticed that the Apothecary was holding the door to the machine room for me. Evidently, the sister who preceded me had either finished early or there was no one scheduled at two o'clock for there was no one in the room but Donny. He saw me at once and came over to me. He helped me out of my robe and then, as Wednesday had told me, he ran his hands over every part of my body. His fingers even investigated my vagina and rectum. When he had gathered all of the measurements he needed, he led me over to where the grease pot stood. I almost laughed at the ridiculousness of this. I was expected to apply the grease to the portals through which that damn machine would ram it's metal cocks. I was a little hesitant at administering my lube job until, that grease – whatever it was – began to have it's effect upon my body. A warming feeling spread through my whole body and much of my apprehension faded. The injections to my teats were not at all uncomfortable since, by now, I was accustomed to them. As the always did, my teats responded almost immediately to these treatments. My nipples pushed out like the barrels of two guns and I felt my teats getting harder and harder. I couldn't help but thrust my chest forward so as to make my teats more easily noticeable. Donny led me over to the machine. Up close, it looked even more menacing and ominous. He fastened my arms and put my feet in the stirrups. I hadn't any more than gotten settled in them when they began lifting and separating my legs. Those blasted stirrups kept on pulling my legs further and further apart until I was almost screaming in pain. Then, my first surprise occurred. There was a small hose that ran along the side of the machine bed. He pulled this up over my hip and belly and put the small nozzle directly onto my clit! I was surprised and startled by this, but before I could say anything that damn hose began to pulse! Erotic stimulations shot the length of my body and I began building towards my first orgasm! I felt the first of the two dildos touch me and I knew we were about to begin. The hose pulsing on my clit had excited me to the point where I was no longer frightened of what was to come next. Both dildos entered me at the same time. I gulped as they did this for they both were just a slight bit too large for my channels. As Wednesday had said, the stretching of my holes had also begun! The machine didn't care. It just kept on extending them deeper and deeper into me. I was busily examining the ceiling of that horrible room when I learned the second lesson that Wednesday had failed to teach me. As the dildos pushed into me, they each emitted a pulse of some kind of juice. This juice had an immediate effect upon the walls of my cunt and ass! The rolling sensation that presages an orgasm began at once and increased steadily in intensity. The deeper into me they went, the more juice they squirted into me! I knew when the one in my cunt hit my cervix for I felt the sudden pressure it exerted. That dildo was doing something to me, but I couldn't tell just what it was. Then, something – an extension, perhaps – slid even deeper into my belly. A part of that machine dildo was all the way up inside of me and into my uterus! My first orgasm raced through my body and it was as Wednesday had prophesized. There was an added intensity to an orgasm that originated in the uterus. My neck stiffened and I tried to lift my head, but I could not. My arms and legs were jerking as spasms tore through them. I heard myself screaming and I didn't care! From that time onward much of what happened was lost in a sexual haze. Orgasms seemed to flow through my body like the water in a hose. I must have scooped up my load of insects for, suddenly, Donny was releasing me from the machine. I had not even given a thought to the fact that my hour was over. As I swung my feet down onto the floor and attempted to stand, I discovered, to my embarrassment , why that other woman had faltered. I couldn't regain my balance because of the fluttering in my belly and bowels. Donny handed me a cup of some kind of liquid which I gulped down. That seemed to get me back to a stable reality. I lost count of how many times I climaxed on the walk back to my quarters. The insects in my belly came to life first. I thought I could feel the fluttering of their tiny wings, but I was too near to coming to pay them any attention. I was just congratulating myself on being able to withstand the effects they were having on the sensitive portions of my body when those in my bowels suddenly came to life. Their effects were stronger. Much stronger. I couldn't proceed any further. I had to stop and lean against the wall while orgasm after orgasm racked my whole being. I heard someone moaning and whimpering, but it wasn't until my immediate orgasm ended that I realized that it was me! I was just barely conscious of other sisters passing me, but I was too excited to pay them any attention. A wild though entered my head between orgiastic bouts. "I guess this makes me one of the girls!" Even when I was, at last, able to flop onto my bed, my body was shot through by the spasms of one orgasm after another. I truly had become one of the Machine's whores! That night and every night thereafter, I joined the chorus of sisters who were announcing their orgasms to the world. Somehow, even though there wasn't much to do between sessions, my second meeting with Donny seemed to roll around very quickly. I was not nearly so nervous as I had been the first time so I could look around and watch what was being done to me. The equipment that Donny had arrayed on the table scared the hell out of me. Even though I knew that none of it would hurt me. I looked closely at the two dildos that would be used to fuck me. They startled me by their size. They were so big around that I could not completely close my fingers around them. I could only wonder why such gargantuan devices were used upon us. Then, Wednesday's comments about increasing my ability to scoop up the insects came to mind. Our openings had to be enlarged so that we might sweep up ever larger amounts of the insects. This time, I was sufficiently aware of what was going on around me to watch the scooping operation. That was a strange thing to see. The swarm of insects appeared suddenly without any notice and then I stared in disbelief as the table drove me through the swarm and insects began disappearing into my body. The trip back to my room was not any easier and I had to stop several times to let my orgasm tear me apart. Now that I was a full fledged member of this group, I thought that there would be more camaraderie, but that was not the case. I wasn't being shunned, there just wasn't much to talk about. Besides, conversations were always interrupted by the, 'come stutter'. And, talking was difficult when you or your companion were likely to stop in mid sentence and grovel on the floor in the midst of an orgasm. Even when some of us were gathered, it was difficult to learn much about this place. Where our food came from and who did our laundry were deep dark secrets. Even death was handled without a great deal of ceremony. There was one thought that practically all of the sisters bought into. And, that was the thought that we all were actually farm animals! One sister expressed it in this manner, "They feed us and keep us in an agitated sexual state. In return, we supply them with milk from our bodies and the jelly that we produce from the bugs they send to us. If that isn't the description of a contented herd of cows, I don't know what is!" I had been a member for a couple of years when, one day, it struck me that I had not seen Wednesday for some time. I asked a number of the others but most of them were unable to add much. Then, one girl told me that Wednesday had gone away with the Apothecary. All of the other old timers accepted that information in a casual manner. To this day, I do not know whether Wednesday had died or if she had been transported to the alien home world. No one ever questioned the idea that we were prisoners of other worldly beings. Of course, that raised another question. Just what was the church's agreement with these beings? To this day, I do not know the answer to that question. * * * * * * * * "Welcome. We are glad that you have come." "I am glad to be here, sister." "Let's get you off on the right foot. We do not use names here. Not even sister. I am Thursday at Three and you shall be Monday at Eight. Now, stand still. I am going to run my hands up under your robe. Ah, good. I see that you do not wear knickers. None of us do so you should not. You would find that they would just be a hindrance to the efforts you shall be asked to expend while you are here. You will find that your robe has two slits in it. One on either side. You will also find those slits to be very handy – especially for a female such as you. Now, I know you have many, many questions. Those that I can answer, I shall gladly do so. However, there will be many that I cannot answer for the simple reason that I don't know the answers. As soon as we finish our little talk, I will take you down and introduce you to Donny. He will be your mentor whenever you are providing your share of our produce. As long as you are here, you will work with Donny always. So, to begin, let's scan your records. My, my. You have been a promiscuous female, haven't you?" At this point, I rose and moved around my desk. "Let's see just how promiscuous you can be!" I slid my hand once more up under her robe and began rubbing her wet cunt lips. I wondered, 'What is it about this meeting that causes so many girls to wet themselves?' The girl's eyes had gone wide and she obviously didn't know what to do. I pushed two of my fingers into her sopping cunt and was rewarded with a deep sigh of pleasure. I used those two fingers to pull her back to where I could perch on the end of the desk. I lifted my knees and told her, "Put your hand in me! Go on! Don't be shy! Put your whole hand in me!" As her hand slid into my wet cunt, I saw the amazement on her face. She was really astonished at the size of my cunt. "Deeper, my sweetie! Go as deep as you can! In the not too distant future, you will be able to do this to yourself. Now, fuck me! Oh, come on! You can do it harder than that! Fuck me hard!" I had barely uttered this last statement when I began to climax. "Fuc...Fuc.... Fuc... meeeeee." I nearly laughed for she looked as uncomfortable as I must have looked so many years before. My thought was simply, "Just wait, bitch! You will soon be into more sex than you have ever thought possible!"