“Ffffuck,” she whispered. She didn’t swear often, but this…
“Good mermaid. Now, this.” The fingers withdrew and something large was thrust into her where they had been. It was left in place, stretching her. The placing of it inside had somehow also jammed a different and softer prong onto her clit region.
She frowned, kneading the floor then grasping his leg. He still had her wrist.
“What is that?”
“A vibrating dildo, of sorts. This too.” He probed her asshole with some pre-lubricated thing, wormed it inside. It was smaller than the other, for which she was grateful.
Then she heard a soft click, two, and the dildos burst into lustful song, playing with her down there, buzzing. Rendered speechless, she bent her back striving to get more then less then more as her body found the strange vibrations painfully arousing, until—
Bliss. The explosion of a climax rammed through her and held her in thrall.
Shuddering, oblivious for those nirvanic seconds, she discovered she was moaning and still held over his lap, and she was staring at the floor.
These devices were demonic.
He dumped her off his lap into a kneeling position, though at first she had to hold the side of the bed or risk collapse. Ignoring her state, he dressed her in a harness, snugged things down, buckling, tightening, wedging those dildo things inside her ever deeper. The straps went around and under her breasts, tucked between her legs, went around her waist.
And there were metal bits here and there dangling from it.
“Am I a horse?” she said, straightening, but still on her knees.
“There.” He patted her butt. “A mermaid pet horse? Maybe?” Wolfgang snorted.
His eyes glinted when he pulled her to her feet, and his voice was low and dedicated. “A leathered-up girl with butt plug and cunt plug?” He rubbed his shadowed chin then tucked back a swathe of his black hair that had fallen over his eye.
The chain and collar were employed again as he led her over to the sofa. He cleared his throat, walking ahead of her nonchalantly, but she’d seen his dick. That erection must be bothering him.
Raffaela smiled, wishing she could do what she used to when she lived on the streets – take a bet on what he’d do with it.
“Those things I stuck in you, I can press a button on this remote.” He showed another rectangle like the one that turned on the TV. “And it will switch on.”
He pressed. She squeaked and folded over in shock at that invading buzz on her clit, and… the others inside her.
“So”—he swung around, walking backward for a few steps until his legs hit the back of the nearest sofa—“So… Fuck me, a leathered-up girl slash mermaid. Right. I can keep you shifted, aroused…” He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he again rubbed at his mouth, jaw. “And hopefully walking about.”
He stalked toward her, suddenly determined, grabbed her arm and hustled her to the pool wall, pushed her to it face-first, took both her hands and raised them high, pinned them, wrists together above her head. Using one hand, he slipped off his pants then kicked them aside.
He extracted the small plug from her ass, tossed it away then levered the nearest straps aside or undid them. Something akin to a growl left his throat. “How can I resist? You walking about in this? Tits sticking out, ass like a ripe peach… Stay.”
He kissed her hair, her ear, bit her neck. From the corner of her eye, she saw him hold up the remote and press it. She braced herself.
Not as big a buzz, and a little uncomfortable but it set her to thinking sex, made her press backward as his cock pushed in, sliding into her ass, making it feel overfull and on the verge of too much, too soon. She hissed at the odd tweak of pain as he took her, solidly thrusting.
But the thing on her clit kept buzzing at her. Between the two of them – man and thing, and the dildo stuffed inside her pussy…
She was soon teetering on the edge of another climax and he was grunting as he went in, pinning her hands so firmly onto the glass that it squeaked as her palms slid.
The dildos fucked her, filled her everywhere, while he pushed in, and the buzz climbed, strengthened. There was another thrust, another, countless more with her tensing, trembling, her body confused as to what was in her where.
The world spun, throbbed, her legs shook.
Pinned to the glass, penetrated and filled, she came and came, and felt him fuck her a few more times before he also climaxed. His come was heated, and with the push of a last, solid thrust, he stilled, his weight on her back, his fingers kneading her wrists.
The device kept molesting her.
Too much.
Rent mindless, mouth open, she spasmed into a final climax, her lower body jerking against the cold glass.
“Damn.” He pressed his head to hers, his muscled-up body enfolding her.
The buzzing finally stopped. Her clit was numb. And when he slid his cock from her, she was left to slide down the glass to her knees.
The day was spent in various ways – watching him prepare a meal using the wondrous machines in his house, a meal he fed to her while she kneeled before him. And it was spent being experimented on by various settings on the devices, as well as being screwed twice more – on the bed and over the dining room table.
She asked him about the institute. The scientists studied the sea and the animals in it. Not her type though, because she did not exist. He’d smiled at that.
By the end of the day he’d fed her far more than he had eaten and made love to
