This story is fiction intended for mature adults. All persons and events in this story came strictly from my kinky imagination. There is no relationship to any real person or events. Don't even think about trying any thing described in this story.
The Goddess Theia: The Suo Yang Option
By Liana M
@(C) Copyright 2007 by Liana M, all rights reserved.
Davit hit on me as I walked into the club.
"First time here on Dejain ladies?" Davit asked.
It wasn't a great pick up line, but it worked anyway. He was right. It was my first time on Dejain. I had come with my friend Sona to celebrate her twentieth birthday.
"Yes," I replied. "Is it that obvious?"
"No," Davit said. "Just a guess. I'm Davit."
"I'm Lilit and this is Sona," I said.
"Nice to meet you Lilit and Sona," Davit said. "What are you ladies here for?"
"Just to check the place out," Sona said.
"Cool," Davit said. "I have a table. Want to join me and my friend."
Sona and I looked over at the table Davit indicated. Davit was young, slim and good-looking. His friend at the table seemed cute too. Sona and I looked at each other and accepted. These two guys looked a lot more normal than the guys that usually hit on us, but looks can be deceptive.
As soon as we sat down it was clear that Davit wanted me and Davit's friend Vardan wanted Sona. After about an hour Sona, slut that she is, left with Vardan leaving me all alone with Davit. Now Davit was cute and seemed nice, but I don't jump right into bed with anyone, no matter how cute.
"You like dancing," Davit asked.
"Sure," I said.
"Let's head over to the Billo club," Davit said.
We took a ground car a short distance to the Billo club. It was huge, but crowded. It had a good live band. Davit and I danced till we were exhausted, and then we found a place to rest.
"So what's your story Lilit?" Davit asked. "What brought you to Dejain?"
"Sona just turned twenty last week," I said. "So we decided to check it out."
"Gambling and night life," Davit said.
"I don't have much money for gambling," I said. "But definitely the night life."
"How about the wilder side?" Davit asked.
"What wilder side?" I asked. "I thought all of Dejain was wild."
"Ever hear of the Devadian machine?" Davit asked.
"Of course," I said. "But they're illegal, even here on Dejain."
The Devadian machine was the ultimate sex toy. It combined energy pattern mental stimulation, energy wave stimulation of the genitals and physical genital stimulation. By combining the physical and mental stimulation with energy pattern feedback censors, the Devadian machine was alleged to be able to create mind-blowing orgasms in both men and women. The machines proved to be so addictive, that they were made illegal everywhere in the galaxy many years ago.
"Illegal, yes," Davit said. "But there are people and clubs here that have them anyway."
"Wow," I said. "I guess they have every kind of vice here."
"Just about," said Davit. "I know someone who is having a Devadian party tonight."
"A Devadian party?" I said in disbelief.
"Yeah," Davit said. "He has a couple of Devadian machines and people who attend the party can ride them."
"And the police don't raid these parties?" I said.
"No way," Davit said. "This guy is way too connected. The government here on Dejain just looks the other way on Devadian machines."
"And you were invited to this party?" I asked.
"Not exactly," Davit said. "But if we get you a hot party dress, that won't be a problem."
"Hmmm...," I said. "What would a hot party dress have to do with it?"
"A hot babe, like you, never needs an invitation," Davit said. "They are always welcome."
"I see," I said. "I bet this is some kind of group sex party."
"Not at all," Davit said. "I've never seen any of that at previous parties. Just men and women riding the Devadian."
"In front of everyone?" I asked.
"Well...," Davit stumbled. "Yeah."
"I get it," I said. "The hot young women like me are expected to put on a show for a bunch of perverted old men."
"No," Davit said. "It's not a bunch of perverted old men. At Devadian party everyone is expected to take a turn riding the beast. It's about watching other people do it and enjoying a ride yourself. There may be a few older men there, but they will take a ride too."
"Wow, really?" I said.
"Yep," Davit said. "What do you think?"
My pussy was starting to tingle thinking about this, but I do have standards. No sex in public was one.
"I don't think so," I said. "That's not my kind of party."
"We could just watch," Davit said. "You wouldn't have to do anything."
Wouldn't it be harmless to just go and watch I thought.
"I don't think so," I said.
"You want to," Davit said. "I can see it in your eyes."
Had my eyes really given me away?
"You have a good imagination," I said.
"Let me go buy you a nice party dress," Davit said. "Then you can decide if you want to go."
"Where are we going to find a party dress this time of night?" I asked.
"On Dejainm shops never close," Davit said. "It's an around the clock kind of place."
"Really?" I said.
"Let's go," Davit said. "I'll show you."
We left the Billo club in a ground car. It was only a short ride to a huge shopping center. I was surprised how many people were there this late at night, but I guess Dejain operated around the clock, with so many off world visitors arriving every day.
Davit knew where there was a shop specializing in party dresses, the slutty kind of party dresses you would expect to find on Dejain, not the kind that I would select. Davit picked out a white, tight fitting floor length dress. It had a plunging neckline, a large circular opening to show my belie button, and the tight skirt was slit up the side almost to my waist.
"Let's see how you look in this," Davit said.
"I know how I'll look in that dress," I said. "Like a slut."
"That's the idea," Davit said.
I took the dress and found the fitting room. It did seem to fit pretty well, but it was too low cut to wear a bra. Fortunately my breasts were small enough that I didn't really need a bra. The dress seemed to have some support build into it, and that was enough for me. I went out to show Davit how it looked.
"Wow," Davit said. "You are a knock out."
"This dress makes me look like a stripper," I said.
"So," Davit said. "That's the idea. You are going to be taking it off."
"In your dreams," I said.
I looked carefully in the mirror. I did look amazingly good, but this was not my style. When I turned sideways to see what my leg looked like through the slit, I noticed that you could see my panties.
"I can't wear this," I said. "My panties show."
"No problem," Davit said. "Take them off."
"What!?!" I said.
"You don't need any panties," Davit said. "It's a long skirt."
I stared at Davit. I suppose he was right. It wasn't a short skirt like I usually wear. I turned my back to Davit, pulled the skirt up, and reached up under it to remove my panties.
"See," Davit said. "Your panties don't show anymore."
"Yeah," I said. "But just about everything else is showing."
"You've got a great figure, Lilit," Davit said. "You should be proud of it."
"I am proud of it," I said. "But that doesn't mean I have to flaunt it like some hussy."
"You look classy," Davit said.
"Like a classy hooker maybe," I said.
Davit paid for the dress and we caught another ground car. This time the ride was long. We headed out of the city and climbed up into the surrounding foothills. Finally we turned off the road through a big gate. Several guards stopped us just inside the gate. Davit got out of the ground car to speak with the guards. The guards looked in the car.
Davit got back into the ground car and we headed up a steep drive to a huge house.
There were several men working at the door. There was a big man who seemed to be in charge. He looked at me, then he and Davit stepped away for a hushed conversation. After a minute Davit came back and we started up the long stairs to the house.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"They wanted to make sure you were old enough," Davit said.
"Why didn't they just check my id?" I said. "What did they really want?"
"They wanted me to promise you would ride it," Davit said.
"Oh," I said. "But I'm not."
"I told them you would," Davit said.
"I hope they don't take it out on you when I don't," I said.
"I'll take my chances," Davit said.
When we got to the door, there was another guard who opened the door for us. The interior had very subdued lighting, but there was music and sounds of people talking. I could see most people were at the far end of a large room off the main entryway. This was probably the living room, but there was very little furniture in it.
At the far end of the room there were two devices that must be the Devadian machines. There was a couple undressing next to the devices.
"You want something to drink," Davit asked.
"Just a little white wine," I said.
Davit came back in a minute with two glasses of wine.
The couple had finished undressing. The woman was clearly older, but she was in good shape, and she had very large breasts. Freed from the support of garments, they sagged down.
"Wow," Davit whispered. "Look at those knockers."
"I didn't notice," I whispered back. "I was looking at the guy's cock."
The man was older too, but in good shape. His cock was large and almost fully erect. Both of them were now putting on some kind of sensors near the temples and the back of the head. These had no wires on them and were applied to the skin with some kind of gel. I guessed these were sensors that allowed the machine to sense the state of the rider's arousal and provide some mental stimulation as well.
The man climbed up on the Devadian machine and inserted his cock into it. I could see why Davit had said people could ride the Devadian. It was high enough that you had to get your feet off the floor. It was kind of like a big rocking horse. It had handles in front that the rider used for support.
The woman was using a stool to climb up on hers. The female Devadian machine was slightly different. It had a flexible dildo on the seat. She climbed up over that then slipped it into her as she sat down. Above the dildo was another device with a pad that pressed on her clit.
There were four or five couples in the big room gathered around the Devadian now. Suddenly the Devadian machines started up. You could see it immediately in the faces of the couple. Their eyes became more distant. The Devadian machine was almost completely silent with only a very slight humming noise. The humming must be the vibrators providing the physical stimulation, but the real work was suppose to be by energy pulse and mental stimulation.
The woman began to moan softly and rock back and forth. The man was silent, but from the expression on his face I could tell he was getting close. Both were breathing quickly now. The woman began alternately moaning and crying out "Oooooo..."
The woman threw back her head and loudly cried "Oooooooo.."
Then a shudder went over both of their bodies. You could see the waves of the orgasms contractions sweeping over them.
I could feel my heart beating faster and I knew my pussy was extremely wet. I just hoped I didn't start dripping on the floor because I wasn't wearing any panties.
The man was now slumped forward on his Devadian, apparently spent, but his partner was still moaning and crying out with the final contractions of her orgasm. Finally she slumped forward too.
I was not a virgin by any means. I had certainly seen men cum before. I had never seen another woman cum. I desperately wanted to get my fingers into my own pussy to get some release, but I didn't dare do that here.
"What do you think Lilit?" Davit asked.
"Wow!" I said. "That is amazing."
"Want to try it now?" Davit asked.
I desperately wanted to do something, but not in front of so many people.
"I don't know," I said.
"I know you want to, Lilit," Davit said. "I can see it."
Had my eyes or something given me away again?
"I can't do it with all these people watching," I said.
"I thought that the first time too," Davit said. "It's a little embarrassing when you first take off your clothes. Once you're up on it, just close you eyes and forget about everyone else."
"Maybe you can," I said. "But I can't."
"You don't want to miss this chance, Lilit," Davit said. "It will be the most mind blowing experience of your life."
The woman that had just finished her ride was now dressed and she was talking rather excitedly.
"I never knew it could be anything like that," she said. "It doesn't just make the ground shake, it warps the universe. Darling, you have to buy me one of these. I don't care what it costs. Just cash in one of your investments and buy me one."
"See," Davit said. "You wouldn't want to miss out on that."
"Can you get everyone to look the other way?" I asked.
"Just pretend they aren't here and go for it," Davit said. "Once the Devadian starts stimulating your fantasies, you won't even realize there are other people here. Come on."
Davit grabbed my arm and started to pull me towards the Devadian machines. I tried to resist a little, but then gave in and followed him.
"Are we next?" Davit asked one of the men cleaning the Devadian machines.
"You can be," the man said. "We'll be done in a minute."
Davit leaned over and whispered to me, "Just forget about everyone else."
Davit started to unfasten his shirt. I looked around. Most of the other people were still talking with the couple that just finished their ride. I took a deep breath and unfastened my dress. Since I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, I was naked as soon as the dress dropped to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and stood there in the all together.
The man came over with the mental sensors/probes. He applied some gel to then and positioned them on my temples. Then he put one on my forehead. Next the man put some lubricant on the dildo attached to the seat of the female Devadian machine. He pushed the stool over next to the machine and offered to help me up. It felt weird to be standing nude in front of this strange man, but he did not seem to be paying any attention to me. I didn't dare look behind me. I was sure most of the men in the room were now staring at me. I could see that Davit was climbing onto his Devadian machine.
I climbed on the stool and put my leg over the machine. I lined the dildo up and gently slide it into me. I was so wet, I doubted that any of the lubricant was necessary. The man adjusted another device that came out and pressed against my clit. The man check the positioning of the sensors on my temples and forehead. These were the brain activity monitors that would measure my excitement level and were suppose to stimulate feelings or fantasies.
I closed my eyes. I felt that everyone was now watching me, but I didn't want to see.
"Are you ready, Madame," the man asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"The longer you resist the machine, the more intense it will be," the man said.
I nodded.
The machine began to vibrate. I felt the dildo rotating slightly inside me. The device on my clit was gently massaging it.
As my excitement slowly built, I began to think about a time when I was young. I had recently seen my first erect penis. I was fascinated by how it could grow from a tiny little thing to a huge thing in just a matter of seconds. When I rubbed it, then it shot its white, gooey stuff all over the place and shrank back to a tiny little thing. They were truly magic.
I had described it to my best friend Sona. She giggled as I described every detail. Then she got all serious. She swore me to secrecy and told me about the illegal Devadian machines. She also told me a darker story about the evil version of the Devadian machine used for something she called a "cum tournament". It not only could bring people to incredible orgasms, it could measure who had the most intense orgasm. It would slice away the penis and balls of the loser.
I didn't believe her. I told her she was crazy. She insisted that her father had a recording of these illegal tournaments. Even the recording was illegal.
I told her it was crazy. Why would a guy risk loosing his penis in one of those machines? She said it was for money, and it was not just guys. There were girls too. I protested that girls didn't have a penis to slice off, but Sona said we did. It was that little spot that feels so good to rub. The machines could slice it right off a woman, and then she could have no more orgasms.
I never saw the recording, but for months after that I fantasized about it alone in my bed. Just the idea drove me to incredible orgasms. I really hadn't thought about it for years.
Now I was riding a real Devadian machine, thankfully one without a clit slicer. My head was filled with fantasies of incredible orgasms, men having their penis sliced off or women having their clits cut off by the evil Devadian machine.
I had not thought about these fantasies for years, but the Devadian machine immediately dragged them back from the depth of my memory. I could feel the excitement building slowly in my groin. The Devadian machine took its time, unlike some lovers. It slowly worked my excitement level higher and higher. I was moaning and squeezing my breasts. I could orgasm any time now, but I held it back, waiting for the intensity to go even higher. I knew the longer I lasted, the higher the excitement I could stand without cumming, the more intense the final orgasm would be.
The intensity of the excitement in my groin was getting almost unbearable, but I was determine to hold out as long as possible. Let it build until I could not resist. Let it wash over me like a tidal wave. I was moaning as I fought to resist the Devadian machine. I arched my back and tensed all the muscles in my body shoving my modest breasts forward to resist the Devadian machine. I wanted to make this the biggest orgasm ever.
Suddenly the waves of orgasmic contraction just swept out of my groin and rolled over my stomach and legs. I could feel my vagina contracting around the vibrating dildo. I arched my back and cried out as shivers spread over my body. I screamed and fell forward as wave after wave or pleasure rolled across my stomach.
My hands grabbed the rails for support. I cried as each contraction roll across my groin and my legs and my stomach tingled. The intensity of the contractions was beginning to fade. I slumped forward on the Devadian. Small contractions still rippled out from my clit and I was determined to nurse as much pleaser from these tiny contractions as possible. My mind faded to blankness as the final contraction died away.
I'm not sure how long I was out of it, probably only a few seconds.
"Wow," I said. "That was amazing."
Then I looked around the room. All the other people were staring at me. I felt naked and started to giggle. I tried to climb off the Devadian machine and cover up as quickly as possible. Davit was just climbing off his Devadian. His cock looked spent.
"What did you think, Lilit?" Davit asked.
"If a girl has one of these, what use would she have for men?" I said pulling my dress back on.
"Well," Davit said. "Who would take you out dancing?"
"I could dance with this thing all day," I said smiling.
Davit laughed.
"Until you starved to death," he said.
Davit was now pulling on the last of his clothes.
"Will this charming lady be joining us upstairs?" a tall, well-dressed man asked.
"I'm not sure," Davit said. "It was her first time."
"What is 'upstairs'?" I asked.
"There are more Devadians," the man replied. "And higher intensity too."
Then he walked away, back to a group of four or five people.
"You mean there are higher intensity Devadians than this?" I asked.
"Sort of," Davit said. "But with Suo Yang option."
"Suo Yang option?" I asked. "What is that?"
"It's a little risky," Davit said.
"Risky?" I asked. "How so? It makes you cum too hard?"
"Not that way," Davit said. "Er...well...there is an extremely small chance that it will...ah...zap you."
"Zap me?" I said. "Like an energy bolt?"
"Something like that," Davit said.
"Where does it zap you?" I asked.
"Well," Davit said. "Where you're thinking."
"Oh my god," I said.
"But it is a really an extremely small chance," Davit said.
"Like how small?" I asked.
"Mostly one in two hundred," Davit said. "But it depends on the wheel you pick."
"Mostly?" I asked. "What about the other wheels."
"Out of the hundred or so wheels, there are a couple of bad wheels," Davit said. "But fifty bad spots out of two hundred is the worse."
"Don't forget that it is a lottery too," a woman standing nearby said. "We draw names to see who goes next. If somebody gets zapped, then everyone else rides with no risk."
"Yeah, at worst one couple gets zapped," Davit said. "Most times no one does."
"I see," I said.
"The small risk of getting zapped just makes the ride even more intense," the woman said.
"You should tell her about the actual Suo Yang wheel," a man said.
"Yes," Davit said. "There is one really bad wheel, the Suo Yang wheel."
"It has more than fifty bad spots?" I asked
"No," Davit said. "But the bad spots are really bad."
"Really bad?" I said.
"Suo Yang is literally penis panic," the man said. "Have you heard of the Devadian cum tournaments?"
My heart was beating faster. This was the evil Devadian machine my friends Sona had described many years ago.
"I have heard of them," I said. "But they are illegal."
Several people laughed.
"The Devadian machine you just rode is completely illegal too," the man said.
"I know," I said.
"Don't worry," the woman said. "There is only one real Suo Yang wheel out of the hundreds, and only 20 bad positions on it. I've come here many times, and no one has ever had anything snipped off. They just throw it into the mix to add a little excitement."
My sensible brain was warning me to leave. I knew I should make Davit take me back to my hotel, but there was a tingling again between my legs. The very thought of riding a Devadian machine that could really snip my clit was making me wet again.
"I just don't know," I said.
"The risk is very small," Davit said. "And I know you want to do it."
"It is interesting," I said. "But I'm not sure."
"It's a once in a lifetime chance," Davit said. "You don't want to miss it?"
Davit was of course right, I didn't want to miss it, but I didn't want to admit that either.
"I'm just not sure," I said.
"Look, we ride together," Davit said. "If you get zapped, I get zapped too. Come on, you'll have great time."
Davit took my hand and started in the direction of the stairs. I thought about putting up more resistance, but followed along.
We followed several other couples up the stairs and down a hall into what was probably a huge bedroom. The bed had been removed and instead there was a strange looking Devadian machine in the middle of the room. This machine was bigger than the ones downstairs. It had two saddles for riders at each end. The saddles were about ten feet apart. In between was a large round enclosure. Davit had said we would ride at the same time. It looked like we would ride facing each other too.
The Devadian sat in the middle of the room, and there were chairs setting along most of the walls. There was one cabinet against one of the walls. There were already about twelve or so couples in the room, and another two came with us. The room was now fairly crowded.
A woman came in and closed the door behind her. She was older, but very elegantly dressed in a long tight fitting dress.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention," the women said in a loud voice. "We are about to begin. Most of you are familiar with our entertainment, but there are few new guests, so let me review. We will be passing out numbered tabs to each couple. You will break the tab in half and place one of the numbered halves in this bowl. We will then mix up the tabs and start drawing numbers. When your number is drawn, you will pick a wheel from the cabinet here. We will insert the wheel in the machine and the couple will ride. While you are riding the Devadian, the wheel spins. When you have both climaxed, the wheel will slow down and stop. There are 200 hundred locations on every wheel. Most wheels have only one bad spot, and that bad spot is only a mild shock. There are a few wheels with more bad spots, up to 50 maximum. There are some wheels with stronger shocks. Then there is the Suo Yang wheel. There is only one Suo Yang wheel in the cabinet and it only has 20 bad spots, but they are very bad spots. The Suo Yang wheel can slice off your naughty bits. I'm sure you know what I mean."
The woman paused and looked around the room.
"If anyone does not wish to take part in this entertainment," the women said. "You are welcome to leave now."
I looked at Davit. Davit smiled and held my hand.
"You don't want to chicken out now, do you?" Davit asked.
My brain was screaming yes, leave now, but I didn't say anything.
The woman came around distributing small tabs. The tabs had the same number on each half. Each person broke their tab in half, keeping one of the tabs and putting the other in a clear bowl the woman carried. Davit took our tab. It had number twelve on it.
"May I have your attention ladies and gentleman," the woman said. "Is there anyone who does not have a tab yet?"
We looked around. Every couple held up their tab.
"Very well," the woman said. "I will now draw the first number."
The woman reached into the bowel and drew out a tab.
"The number is eight," the woman said.
We looked around the room.
A young couple on the other side of the room had eight. The woman looked nervous as she moved towards the cabinet with the wheels. The woman quickly picked one of the wheels and handed it to the older female organizer. She inserted the wheel into a slot in the center of the Devadian machine. The couple began to undress. Davit found a chair for us and we took a seat to watch the show. The seat or saddle was very similar to the Devadian downstairs, except I noticed that the riders were locked into place with belts around their ankles and their body. It was nothing very harsh, but it clearly would stop them from jumping off should the wheel stop at an inconvenient location.
When they were both locked in, the Devadian machine started up. The intensity built slowly over several minutes. They were a young, attractive couple. The man had some muscles, but not too much. He had a smooth stomach and a cute, tight butt. I was fascinated by the expression on his face as the excitement built. The woman was thin also and she had larger breasts than I did. They hung down slightly. As the woman's excitement built, she seemed to be bouncing up and down on the Devadian as if trying to ride the dildo. Her breasts bounced up and down with her body.
The woman began to moan loudly and appear to be getting close. Suddenly they both let out orgasmic cries. I had of course watched partners cum while having sex. I love to watch the expression on a guy's face. It looks like he is in insufferable pain, but he is actually experiencing exquisite pleasure.
The man was spent more quickly, while the woman continued to moan and jerk her body around on her seat for many seconds. Finally she slumped over two.
After a few seconds pause, a green light came on in the middle of the Devadian. Everyone started to applaud.
"The green light means the wheel stopped at a clear location," Davit said to me.
"Oh," I said.
The couple was being released from the grip of the Devadian. They both seemed weak and a little unsteady as they dismounted.
"This wheel had ten bad location," the woman announced as she pulled it out of the Devadian machine and set it aside.
"What do you think?" Davit asked softly.
"Wow," I said. "Hot ... at least if you get the green light."
"Yeah," Davit said. "You don't want the blue light."
"What does the blue light mean?" I asked.
"Means riders are getting zapped," Davit said.
"Have you ever seen that?" I asked.
"Not when I have been riding," he said. "But one time."
"How was it?" I asked.
"Pretty intense," Davit said. "At least to watch. Wouldn't want to experience it."
The couple that had just finished their ride were now dressed and seem to be leaving. Two men had come in with cleaning tools to clean up the Devadian machine.
"Ok, ladies and gentlemen," the hostess said. "Time to draw our next number."
She reached into the bowel and pulled out a tab.
"The number is fourteen," the hostess announced holding up the tab.
I looked around the room. I heard something behind and turned to see a slightly older couple behind us holding up their tab.
"You pick a good disk for us," the man said to the woman.
The woman went over the cabinet and quickly pulled out one of the small disks from the container. She handed it to the hostess who dropped it into the Devadian machine.
The couple quickly undressed. The man was a little soft around the middle. The woman however was stunning. She had a thin waist, broad hips and huge breasts.
This was the kind of figure that made men drool, but I couldn't imagine having breasts that large. They would get in the way all the time. I was happy with my more modest breasts. When I showed them to guys, they always got hard and that's what matters.
The couple climbed up on the Devadian. The hostess went to each and fastened the straps around their ankles and body. Then the hostess pressed the start button. The woman almost immediately began to moan softly as the Devadian machine stimulated both her genitalia and her fantasies. The man was not moaning, but the distant expression on his face show the Devadian was having its effect on him also.
I glanced at Davit. His eyes were glued on the woman.
"Enjoying the show?" I whispered.
"Of course," Davit said. "Aren't you?"
"Yes," I said. "But this guy is a little old for me."
I didn't want to say he was too fat.
"Oh," Davit said. "I didn't notice."
"I can see that," I said.
I watched the woman too, since she seemed more animated. The woman was now trying to bounce up and down slightly on the Devadian as if she were riding a cock. The straps prevented her from more than a fraction of an inch movement, but her breasts where flopping up and down. The woman was obviously getting close.
I looked at the man. He was now trying to thrust into the Devadian. They both were getting close. I was starting to feel a tingle between my legs too. I was getting really wet. I hope it was not making a wet spot on my dress.
The woman cried out as she arched her back and tensed the muscles in her arms and legs. The man was thrusting his body forward and arching his back too. I could see his facial contortions with each wave of orgasmic pleasure. His thrusting made it look like the Devadian machine was sucking the orgasm out of him. Exhausted, he collapsed forward.
The woman was still arching her back to intensify the pleasure of her final contractions. Then she collapsed forward too. The green light came on. Everyone politely applauded.
The hostess released the ankle and body straps. The couple began to climb off the Devadian and gather their senses.
"I don't know about you," Davit said. "But I am hopping we are next."
I leaned over and whispered to Davit. "I'm hoping somebody gets zapped so we can ride without any risk."
"Not likely," Davit said. "Besides, the risk just makes it more intense."
The men had come in again and were cleaning up the Devadian.
"This disk had only one bad location," the hostess announced.
"There is only one Suo Yang disk, right?" I asked.
"Yes," said Davit.
"So if somebody picks it, then we won't have that risk," I said.
"No," Davit said. "They always put the Suo Yang disk back, so you always have that small risk."
"Why?" I asked.
"To make it more interesting," Davit said.
"Ladies and gentlewoman," the hostess said. "We will now draw our next number."
The hostess reached into the bowel and pulled out a tab.
"The number is three," the woman said.
I looked around.
"Oh, that's us," a tall, thin young woman on the other side of the room said.
"Go pick a good disk," the tall young man next to her said.
She hurried over to the cabinet and picked one of the small disks out of the container. The hostess inserted the disk into the Devadian while the two undressed. Most of the women here had long hair, but this girl had very short hair, a not very common style at least in my part of the galaxy. She quickly slipped her dress off. Like me she was not wearing anything under her dress, but a number of tattoos were visible. A butterfly like creature with bluish wings on the lower left of her stomach and a tied red ribbon on the small of her back.
The man was more conventional looking. He did not have any tattoos or other body jewelry. He was thin, muscular and hairy. His large cock was already fully erect. They both jumped up on the Devadian. The hostess fastened the straps around their ankles and body.
"What do you think of this guy," Davit said.
"Easy on the eyes," I smiled.
"Ah, so he's your type," he said.
"Well, he looks nice," I said. "What about this girl? Your type?"
"Too skinny for my taste," Davit said.
"You mean her tits are too small," I said.
"That too," said Davit. "But she does have a cute little ass."
"I see," I said. "And with a ribbon on it too."
The hostess had turned the Devadian machine on, and the girl had started moaning loudly. The man was silent, but had a distant look on his face.
The man began to slowly rock back and forth on the Devadian saddle. The woman was moaning and squeezing her nipples. Her breasts were not large, definitely an A cup woman. Her areolas were small too, more like a man's nipple, but she was squeezing them very hard.
"She may be a bit skinny," Davit whispered. "But I bet she gets real kinky."
"So kinky makes up for small breasts," I said.
"Kinky makes up for lots of short comings," Davit said. "How kinky are you?"
"Kinky enough to come here with you," I said.
The man was rocking back and forth more quickly now on the Devadian machine. His eyes were closed with a distant expression on his face as he tried to drive his cock even deeper into the Devadian. The woman was arching her back and still had her hands cupping her breasts. She was slowly thrusting her hips into the Devadian as if she were riding a real man.
Suddenly the woman leaned forward, dropped her hands from her breasts and began to furiously hump the Devadian machine. Her eyes were closed but you could see the orgasmic tension building in her face. She humped away for about a minute and then let out a scream of carnal delight. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them while continuing to hump the Devadian machine. You could see shivers go up her back as the waves of pleasure rolled up her body.
The man was slowly thrusting his hips at the Devadian as his face cringed with pleasure as another orgasmic contraction rolled across his torso.
I have always found it stimulating to watch my lover cum. The expression on a man's face as he cums is so intense. He is concentrating so intently on maximizing his release that he appears to have crossed over to another dimension. It takes most guys a minute or two after they have finished to get back to my dimension.
Watching these couples come together on the Devadian machine was getting to me. I could feel juices leaking out and running down on my dress. I hoped it was not making a wet spot that others would notice.
Both the man and the woman finally collapsed on the Devadian machine and the green light flashed on again.
"Good show," Davit said. "Don't you think?"
"You bet," I said.
The hostess was releasing the couple form the Devadian.
The couple climbed down off the machine. The men came in again to clean the machine.
"This disk also had only one bad location," the hostess announced.
The men returned to clean up the Devadian machine.
The couple were now dressed again. They made their way to the door and prepared to leave.
"Some of the couples stay after their ride," I observed. "But they are leaving."
"Yeah," Davit said. "Some couples want to hang around to see if anyone gets zapped, or maybe even loses something."
"Really?" I said. "Not to watch the other couples ride?"
"A little of both," Davit said. "It cost thousands of credits to get into the Attis shows at the big casinos. This is free."
"But the Attis zaps are much more powerful than these, aren't they?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's true," Davit said. "The zap here is probably something like a level one zap at the Attis show. It won't permanently disable your equipment. Of course the Attis shows do not have the Suo Yang disk."
"I would hope not," I said.
"For the Suo Yang like thing, you have to go to cum tournaments," Davit said.
"Ladies and gentlewoman," the hostess said. "We will now draw our next number."
The hostess reached into the bowel and pulled out a tab.
"The number is twelve," the woman said.
"That is our number," I gasped.
"Our turn," Davit said. "Don't be shy, Lilit. Go pick a good disk."
"I'll try," I said.
When I got over to the cabinet, all the disks in the container looked identical. I reached in and grabbed one from near the bottom. I turned around and handed it to the hostess.
I walked over to the Devadian machine, and began to unfasten my dress. My stomach was tense, but I was excited too. I lay my dress on one of the chairs. One of the men applied the jell on the sensors and attached them to my temples and forehead. He then picked up so lubricant and spread is around the dildo on the seat. I used the stool to climb up on the Devadian. I carefully positioned myself on the dildo and sat down on it. I was so wet it just slid right into me.
The hostess came over and whispered to me, "This will just hurt a little."
She picked up a clip.
"I'm going to slide this clip over your clitoris," she said. "It will hurt just a bit, but it makes your orgasm so much more intense. No pain, no gain."
She reached down found my clitoral hood. She pulled on it a little and pushed the hood back to reveal my engorged clitoris. She slid the clip over my clitoral hood and labia. It stunk a little but not too bad.
"There, now I'll strap you in," she said.
She fastened and tightened the leather straps around my legs and body. I still had and inch or so of movement. The hostess was now strapping Davit into his saddle.
I realized that the clip around by clitoris was not just to intensify my orgasm. This is what the Devadian could use to zap my clit, if the wheel stopped on a bad location. Even worse, this was probably what held my clit out so it could be cut off. I was hoping all it did was intensive my orgasm.
"All set?" the hostess asked.
I nodded. The hostess flipped the switch. The machine began to vibrate. The dildo started to rotated inside me and then slowly plunge in and out. I leaned back and ran my hand over my breasts.
I was now riding the evil Devadian machine of my fantasies. It could really slice off my clit. My head was filled with images of men and women riding the Devadian machine, cumming like crazy under its spell, and then crying in agony as their cocks and clits were sliced off. To save my clit I had to come like never before.
There were two lines of Devadian machines, one for men and one for women. I was facing a buff young man who was clearly working himself up to a huge orgasm. He was trying to take my clit! I had to cum harder than he did and take his cock or this would be my last orgasm ever. I focused my mind in resisting all the stimulation my clit was getting. I had to hold out longer, make my orgasm the biggest ever to save my clit from this ghastly machine I was ridding.
The Devadian machine was beginning to get to me. I could feel the tension build in my groin. I had to fight it as long as I possibly could to save my clit.
The guy who was trying to take my clit to save his cock was fighting the machine too. I had to fight harder. I threw my head back and arched my back trying to hold back the machine.
I had to think of something else. This fantasy was getting me too excited. I was going to cum to quickly and lose my clit. Wait, it was only in the fantasy I was going to lose my clit if I didn't cum hard enough. Or was it?
All around me people were cumming, some for the last time. They cried out in agony as the evil Devadian machine picked the losers in this grotesque contest.
The man opposite me was still struggling to hold back. I had to hold back longer. I just had to.
The excitement level was rising in my groin. I arched my back again and tensed all my muscles to hold it off as long as possible. Suddenly it just exploded. Contractions rolled across my pelvis and out into my body. I squeezed my nipples as tightly as I could to intensive my orgasm and make it last. I leaned forward on the Devadian, supporting my body on one arm, the other arm still squeezing one of my nipples.
The Devadian machine applied its magic to my clit and I tried to extract pleasure from every last micro contraction as if this was my last time.
When I regained my senses the hostess was removing the restraints.
Davit was already climbing down. The green light was flashing, so nothing bad had happened. With my legs and body free again, I lifted myself off the dildo and climbed down off the machine. I did not feel very steady on my feet. I located my dress and walked over to pick it up. I stepped into the dress and pulled it up.
"This disk had fifty bad locations," the hostess announced.
"What?" I said.
"It was still only one chance in four that you would get zapped," she said. "And you didn't."
Davit now walked over.
"Yeah," he said. "You're fine."
"Yes, but we could have been zapped," I said.
"You always take a chance when you ride this machine," Davit said. "The point is, you weren't zapped."
"But, my god, a one in four chance?" I said.
"Calm down Lilit," Davit said. "Nothing bad happened. Why don't we get something to drink and relax before heading back."
I stared at Davit. I was still upset.
"Ok," I said.
Davit went off and came back after a minute with two large glasses of something. It looked and tasted like fruit juice, but I'm sure there was alcohol or some other mood enhancer mixed in it.
We sat down in a corner to sip our drinks and watch the other couples. The next couple was already on the Devadian machine and had started their ride.
"So aside from having chosen a bad disk," Davit said. "What did you think of your ride?"
"Oh, it was wild," I said. "I have never cum that hard or long before. And the fantasies are crazy."
"Yeah, I know," Davit said. "The fantasies make it so intense."
"How does it make up the fantasies to feed you?" I asked.
"Oh, it doesn't make up the fantasies," Davit said. "It just stimulates you and helps you dig the deepest, darkest fantasies out of your psyche and makes them seem real."
"Oh, it certainly did that," I said.
"What dirty little secret fantasy did it dig out of you, Lilit?" Davit asked.
"I'll never tell," I said with a smile.
"Well, I always have fantasies about whipping helpless women and then butt fucking them," Davit said.
I laughed.
"Typical male fantasy," I said.
The couple was now finished with their Devadian ride. They had apparently chosen a safer disk then I had. The next couple was picked and they were getting ready for their ride. The woman was very young probably barely twenty like me. The man looked a little older. He was very slim, but it was his long thin, hairless cock that caught my eye.
He jumped up on the Devadian and his cock quickly disappeared inside the machine. The women had climbed up and was easing her way down onto the dildo. She had larger breasts than I did. They looked very perky, like two pointed mountain peaks pointing slightly outward.
"I like this guys cock," I said.
"Ah," Davit said. "A size queen. Well it's not the size of a workman's tools, it's how he uses them that counts."
"That's what they all say," I said. "But the big ones are fun to ogle anyway."
Davit laughed.
The Devadian had been turned on now, and the young couple were both moaning and trashing around on it. The guy's cock was of course hidden in the machine, but the woman's breasts were bouncing up and down as she rode the dildo. Davit seemed to be concentrating on the woman's bouncing breasts.
"She is putting on quite a show," I said.
"I bet you looked like that too," Davit said.
"No way," I said. "You think so?"
"You were bouncing around over there pretty good," Davit said.
"Oh, wow," I said.
The couple were starting to cum now. They both had that pained expression of ecstasy on their faces. A few minutes ago this would have been getting me worked up, but my ride on the Devadian seemed to have drained all my desire now.
The couple trashed around on the Devadian as they came together. Finally they both slumped forward. A red light flashed on the top of the Devadian machine. The man screamed as if in real pain. Then the woman screamed too.
"Did they just get zapped," I asked Davit.
"No," Davit said. "We better get out of here."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because that is the governor's son that just got castrated," Davit said. "There is going to be hell to pay for this."
The hostess was undoing the straps on the man. The man stood up, and his nice long cock and balls were completely gone! They had been cleanly slice off. The wound where it had been sliced away was still very red, but not bleeding.
The young woman was screaming. She stood up too. I could see that her clitoris and vaginal lips had been sliced away.
Davit was pulling at my arm to get up. I started for the door with him, but looked back. Some of the other couples were leaving too. A large clear block came up out of the Devadian machine. I could see that it contained a cock.
Davit pulled me out the door and we started quickly down the stairs. At the bottom we headed out the door and down the long walk. Our taxi was still waiting for us. The security guard at the loading area held the door for us. The taxi quickly drove away.
"What was the problem?" I asked.
"Not here," Davit said, pointing towards the driver.
"Where are you staying?" Davit asked.
"The Lysithea," I said.
"Ok," Davit said. "Take us to the Lysithea."
Fifteen minutes later the taxi dropped us in front of the Lysithea.
"So what the heck happened there?" I asked.
"The Suo Yang disk," Davit said.
"I guessed that," I said. "But why did we have to leave so suddenly."
"Well," Davit said. "That was the governor's son that was castrated. There is going to be hell to pay for that. I'm sure the police will have to investigate."
"People are going to get arrested?" I said.
"I don't know," Davit said. "The guy running that party is super connected. I don't think he can be touched, but it is going to be hard to cover this up and look the other way."
"Hasn't this happened before?" I asked.
"No," Davit said. "Not that I know of. In fact I thought there really wasn't a Suo Yang disk in the container. They just told you that to make it more exciting."
"There must have been," I said.
"Yeah," Davit said. "You're not totally freaked by that? I mean a one in four chance of being zapped totally freaked you, but the Suo Yang disk doesn't?"
"At least we didn't draw it," I said.
"I'm surprised you're so calm about this," Davit said.
"Well, ...I've heard of cum tournaments," I said. "But I thought they were some fake porn thing. Didn't really snip it off."
"Oh, they are very real," Davit said.
"I guess so," I said. "I just never imagined when I came here to Dejain that I would actually see people really ... you know ... get their naughty bits snipped. I wish we didn't have to leave so quickly."
"Why?" Davit asked.
"So I could get a closer look at the cock in the crystal," I said. "And what they looked like without them."
"Wow," Davit said. "You are into this, aren't you?"
"Into it?" I said. "No, just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat," Davit said.
"So you think it was too dangerous tonight," I asked.
"To stay and watch, you bet," Davit said.
"Ah, well, thanks for the great evening," I said. "I can truly say that you gave me a night I will never forget for the rest of my life."
"I don't think I will forget this night either, Lilit," Davit said. "Thanks for coming with me. Say, how long are you here for?"
"Sona and I are supposed to be here for 5 days," I said.
"I'll check around," Davit said. "There might be a real cum tournament this weekend. Would you be interested going?"
"Maybe," I said. "You mean going as a spectator, I hope?"
"Of course," Davit said. "If you give me your room number, I'll contact you if there is one."
"Sure," I said. "30375."
I kissed Davit on the cheek and we parted.
On the way up to my room I pondered what I should tell Sona. She was the one that told me about the Devadian machine and cum tournaments. She would never believe me if I told her I actually rode a Devadian machine and saw a couple castrated; assuming I wanted to tell her. On the other hand, I had been out almost all night with Davit. She was not going to believe that nothing had happened.
When I got to the room, Sona was already in bed. I tried to sneak in, but Sona was not very deeply asleep.
"Lilit, you're finally back," Sona said. "Your friend must move pretty fast."
"Davit's a good talker and he really likes dancing," I said.
"And talk and dance is all you did all night?" Sona said.
"No," I said. "But the less said about the rest the better."
"Ah, so his tongue was good at talking, but not much else," Sona said with a laugh.
I decided to tell a lie.
"And his other tool just didn't hold up long," I said.
Sona laughed.
"We've all been there," Sona said. "Well, like I always say, if it wasn't for lousy sex, how would we recognize great sex?"
If Sona only knew.
Liana M
This story is continued in
The Goddess Theia: The Cronus Tournament -
M+/F+, castration
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