The guards returned, bringing the dryad prisoners with them.
The tall dryad, perfectly camouflaged from the guards, chose this moment to remind me of her presence by leaning down and breathing in my ear. I tried not to show any surprise. Out of nowhere, fingertips grazed my cock, making it hard again. If I closed my eyes it didn’t seem so strange.
“I haven’t seen one of these in a while,” she purred. “It’s a nice one. I want some of what they’re taking … but I’m nice enough to ask, and take no for an answer. Do you think your bondmate will share with me? Will you?”
She laughed and withdrew, leaving my cock resonating on the air. I turned over to hide it, but was pulled again onto my back by one of the guards.
“Oh, you’re ready again, are you? That’s good, we can get some more from you – right after you’ve solved a little problem for us.”
I was yanked to my feet and blindfolded. The guard grabbed me by the cock and led me away through the corridors. Many mysterious turns later, the blindfold was taken off me, but it took me a few moments to comprehend what was happening in front of me.
Lexi was bound, her arms still up beside her head, and she was bent forward. The collar around her neck was now attached by a very short chain to an unyielding upright pole, which was fixed to the ground. Her nipples were thus presented at mouth height for two dryads that now occupied a comfortable couch in front of her. Both were touching themselves under rumpled long dresses, sucking languidly on Lexi’s hard nipples. Each time they removed their mouths, streams of milk would flow down the curves of her breasts, which they would lick from her greedily. A straw was suspended in front of her, which she kept tightly in her mouth. It led upwards and across the ceiling to a machine in the back of the room, where two dryads were held captive in the same manner as Lexi, their smaller breasts attached to the machine by pumping nozzles.
The sensors were still on her head, and that steel shell was still on her chest, parting her breasts and covering her heart, extending down over her stomach, and poking between her thighs. Something was attached to it there, I could hear a low hum. I could see from the writhing and shaking of her thighs that she was again being kept on the brink of orgasm, but not allowed to cum. Her throat, too, was encased in that revealing steel tunic, which held her neck in a high collar, and the jointed steel projected down along her spine, ending near her tailbone in a blunt taper.
A guard in the room grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over to Lexi, kneeling me on the ground behind her. She pushed me forward, rubbing my face and head on Lexi’s buttocks. It was a crude way to make me hard, but it worked. I could see the dainty base of a plug nestled in there, from which two thin cables rose away up towards the articulated steel running up her spine. The guard placed a pair of those sensors on my head. After wanking me roughly to keep me hard, she pulled my balls forwards and placed an adhesive pad under them. After a moment it began to pulse softly, in a way that thrummed through the inner structure of my penis and resonated at the tip.
The guard spread Lexi to my view. She was a sticky mess, already gaping, hungry. Grasping my from underneath by the balls, the guard encouraged me to stand, and then pulled me forward until the tip of my cock was filling Lexi’s wet entrance. My forward motion was met greedily by an answering, reverse motion from Lexi. We fucked, needing no further encouragement from the guard, who was occupied securing my wrists to Lexi’s.
I plowed in, meeting no resistance until I was half inside, at which point her pussy, contracted by hours of edging, was clenched tight. I made my way slowly. I couldn’t see her face but she emitted an animalistic moan as I entered her. My rhythm naturally synced with pulses from the device under my balls. After a while the seated dryads began to make more appreciative sounds, and I gathered that the problem I had been sent to solve was insufficient flow of milk. Nevertheless, fucking Lexi felt good, and she too was aroused and excited. I threw myself into it, fighting the pulses from the device and pounding, as the guards spread her cheeks to admit me deeper.
I held on for a long time, but every time she seemed close I felt a strange pattern of thrumming inside her, and she relaxed again. My own orgasm approached despite me, all in proportion to my effort to pleasure her. Before long the distinctive throbs were building up and I had only the hope of taking her along with me, but as you can guess, the device between my legs pulsed strangely, not painfully, but the urge to cum was gone, and I was back to the same place again, chasing my orgasm.
The seated dryads eventually got up and left, apparently satiated. Before they left they each kissed Lexi on the mouth, milkily. The guards took their spots, but soon got up to admit one more dryad. This one, looking older than the others, lay sprawled on the couch, and took a breast in each hand. She pinched Lexi’s nipples and sprayed streams into her mouth from a distance. I continued to pound Lexi hard, hoping to release her from orgasm purgatory. But it couldn’t be done. Each time I got her close, I felt that strange buzzing from the device inside her, and she relaxed, her orgasm escaping into the ether, no matter how hard she thrust herself back on me. She was wetter than anything I’d ever felt, accepting me deep within her. Her juices made their way down my scrotum and started dripping on the floor. One of the guards, seeing unclaimed energy being wasted, took an empty glass vial and held it under me, collecting Lexi’s liquid.
My abs and legs ached even more than every other muscle in my body. I was pulling myself forwards roughly by my bindings, rubbing my wrists raw. I was shaking with fatigue, yet I couldn’t stop fucking her. Every time I came close to cumming, the buzzing started and the feeling faded away. Yet I couldn’t stop chasing it, and neither the buzzing nor Lexi’s insistent pussy would let me stop or relax. The sweat poured down my upstretched arms, my back, my legs. At a motion the guards approached Lexi’s front and mopped the sweat from her jiggling breasts to stop it from reaching her nipples. While they did so the older dryad reached up to the back of Lexi’s neck, holding her steady and looking intently into her eyes. The guards, somewhat perturbed by this, switched to milking Lexi by hand, filling more of the little glass bottles.
I was near buckling with exhaustion when I felt a change. Looking down, I saw that a cable, one of the three which led from the apparatus on Lexi’s torso down to the plug in her arsehole, was broken, hanging down to one side of her. I had had no way to influence these cables; it had seemed that no motion I could ever produce would dislodge them, and my hands were tied. Now from inside Lexi I could feel that the buzzing, before precise and measured in strange pulses, had now became constant and strong. This was my chance to make her cum, even if I couldn’t, and perhaps foil the dryads’ plans a little. Because I was not yet dead, I knew I had more energy in reserve, and I put forth a titanic effort to access it. Before the dryads had realised the fault in their hardware, Lexi was already cumming, and I redoubled my pounding as she did so, sending shockwaves rippling through her round womanly cheeks from the impact. With superhuman poise, she remained squatting, her feet never leaving the floor, as she planted herself strongly and took every loving blow with relish. And now, instead of holding her back from orgasm, Lexi’s device was propelling her straight towards it.
I heard exclamations from the dryads in front. It seemed like Lexi was spontaneously producing streams with no milking action required – she was loudly grunt/screaming, a tone I could feel in the backs of my legs, as her own legs twisted, her feet pointing towards each other as she contorted to give me complete access. Her ululations would have set me off, but the ingenious, tortuous device attached to me prevented it, so I was forbidden from following her into ecstasy, even hearing her screams and feeling her inner convulsions. The guards leapt to check the device on her back and, fuming at the loose cable, took no action as I smirked at them through several more strokes which left Lexi gasping and hanging from her restraints. The guards cursed in their language and went to release her, for which I was glad, because she had collapsed and was starting to choke on her collar, which was fixed to that vertical bar. Disgusted with events, the guards released Lexi, and lowered her to the floor, where they covered her with a blanket. She was completely out of this world, probably still cumming from what I could see. I swung my erection proudly. It epitomised the form despite being prevented from the function. In other words, unable to cum, I was hard as fuck.
The dryad guards consulted. Lexi was carried from the room, while I was left hanging, now alone with the other dryads. Having now a clearer view of them, I could identify them fuzzily as two of those I had been imprisoned with before. They seemed exhausted but also excited; they’d become conditioned to enjoying this treatment, or else they were resigned to enjoying it, having no choice in the matter.
The pulses from the machine prevented my cock from softening at all . I felt phantom hands on me, my touch-desperate and edged body conjuring sensation from nothing. Then I heard a voice very close, and remembered the dryad who had invisibly infiltrated the tree. It was her that I could feel on me now, and her voice that spoke, saying:
“Don’t say I never did anything for you. Or rather, for her. That cable didn’t cut itself. As for you –“ and the fastenings on my hands, till now achingly raised, were released “– it’s probably time for you to go and save your bondmate.” The knife I had made was deposited into my hand – I guessed that she had used it to cut the cable, but I’d missed it because I was focused on fucking Lexi.
I detached the wired pad from under my balls and felt instantly better. As my cock flagged, an invisible hand smacked it once, with some force, so that it swung back and forth after the blow, and the hidden dryad laughingly said:
“Go and give her one from me.”
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