APEX's Upgrades (Part 2)

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I literally developed this system myself. I know pretty well how to. ..

Oh fuck, of course, in and out, precise motions, nice and rough. No wonder you started heating up. Oh man, you're fucking crazy, but I guess that means Apex will be the one fucking the crazy.

That wasn't as clever as you thought it was. Oh, whatever. Start firing those bad boys up, Roboman.

Alright, alright, alright. As amusing as this is gonna be, it's not the safest thing you've probably ever tried in bed, alright. I don't know what kind of freaky shit you've done, though.

I guess you have taken Tor's cock and didn't actually tear open, so maybe your cunt's made of rubber or something. But even rubber's got a breaking point, and if you think that's coming up, then you better say something, alright. And preferably something specific to make out between your screams, cause, well, you're gonna be screaming a lot for the next few hours.

Or at least trying to. Your mouth is just another hole to work, but Apex will be able to pick up if you try to say stop or whatever. Even if he's in there, too.

No, don't give me that smirk. Listen, I don't care if you get bruised, beaten, and lay there like you're dead afterwards. But if you actually die, then there's no feedback to calibrate with.

And, to be honest, I might feel a little guilty, too. Alright, stop it. I didn't say I loved you.

I said I didn't want a limp noodle hanging on metal beams in front of me, okay? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Apex, are you ready yet? Initialization has been completed.

And shut this whore up already. Moving for oral penetration. Get her legs so she can't back off of it like that, either.

That cocky fucking smile, I can't believe it. She's not smiling now, though, is she? She's not breathing, either.

Oh, shit, you're all the way in her throat. I almost forgot the whole reason we're doing this. Uh, there.

That should be a bit better. Subject has resumed breathing. That was almost over a lot faster than I had expected.

Let's start moving that, uh, thing in and out a little bit. Doesn't do anything for these numbers to just have it sitting in her mouth. Linear reciprocation starting.

Are you gonna talk that text slang the whole time? Your face fucking hurts. Would you like me to change which diction set I have selected? On second thought, absolutely not.

Maybe there'll be something kinky about an emotionless voice prodding Subject, but I think we better leave the rest to me. It's too easy. It's like she's trying to suck away at you.

This isn't a cock, you slut. It's a fucking metal tentacle. It doesn't feel pleasure, it just goes where I move it.

And right now, I'm thinking I gotta move it a little deeper, You just don't have enough tears coming from your eyes. If you're not gasping on the floor, looking up with some dumb, cock-drunk smile on your face, and your makeup's smeared around, well, then I'm just not sure this machine is good enough. Recalibrating.

Expansion. Oh yeah, whoops. What, do you need a warning? Or does it just make it hotter to hear what's happening as it happens? Well, I guess I just don't want you choking on some little thin metal finger.

There's nothing wrong with sucking on fingers, I guess, but they just don't really fill up your throat the same way, you know what I mean? You can still breathe around them. So, yes, I'm having the, uh.

.. Uh, what do I even call them? Do I try to be technical and call them precision mechanical arms, or do I just say what they really are?

Robotic tentacles. Subject is unable to breathe again. Yeah, of course she's unable to breathe.

I knew that, Apex. You've expanded to the size of my whole fucking fist. She's not just sucking on a finger anymore, it's like I've got my whole hand down her throat.

Look at their eyes widen. There's the tears I was hoping for. You starting to gag yet? Getting a little red around the face.

Well, look at those hips of hers. The way they buckle and sway. What a damn whore.

She loves it. Subject's blood pressure is beginning to drop. Aw, damn, is that all you can take? What a fucking freak.

Doesn't say stop, doesn't protest. She would let her throat get fucked till she actually passed out. That's just not fun for either of us, and not helpful to our little robot assistant.

All right, all right, let's shrink it back down and pull it out. Whoa, Apex! Restricting subject's arms and supporting body frame.

Wow, that was close. Don't fall over on the floor, it's not that comfortable, trust me. Oh, well, we've got you spread out now.

Redistributing pressure. Redistributing, sure. In case you can't quite feel it, because it looks like the blood is still getting around to the rest of your body after almost passing out like that.

What a greedy slut. Apex is using these lovely, cold fucking arms he has to wrap around your arms and legs like rope. Or maybe more like a snake constricting its prey.

Sure, having your wrists bound is fun, but feeling something coiled around your arm, your whole arm, sliding between your fingers around your wrists, your forearms, holding your elbows in place, squeezing that smooth bicep just enough that it feels nice and tight. Hmm. I can't exactly see it, so you'll have to answer for me, little bound thing.

Are they connecting at your shoulder blades, locking in place behind your back and, well, making it pretty much impossible to move? Oh, no, that's no answer. You can't just nod.

Try it. Go on. You did want to stress test this yourself, didn't you? Then there's no fun and nothing gained in staying still.

Try to move. Go on. Harder than that.

Nuh-uh. Really try. Come on! What the fuck are you doing, you bitch? Break out.

Free those hands of yours, your waist, your legs. Can't you move one fucking muscle? I don't even see you twitching.

What's wrong? Was fucking your throat all you could take, little, weak, fucking slut? Significant strain detected.

Recalibration in progress. There we fucking go. I knew you had some muscle in you, good girl.

Don't kill yourself trying to break free, though. I built these to hold Tor down if I wanted to. It's quite literally impossible to break out.

Good thing I'll let you go when you ask me. Isn't it? Subject's heart rate increasing substantially.

Good. Then get those clothes off her, Apex. Subject is exposed.

Exposed and already dripping down her legs. But she's still twitching around, like grinding her clit against those arms is the only way she'll get pleasure. I think you really underestimated just how many arms I made.

Sure, you're stuck, suspended three feet in the air, your arms and legs spread out, each held by a different tentacle, but. .. Four? Just four arms? Hell, I have more than four limbs myself.

That would be a boring number. Let's bring in three more first. Constricting subject's waist and chest.

There. One for each tit. And, of course, they'd be kind of useless to my purpose if the ends of them were just round like that.

They were really metal cocks. Cycling available tools. Pliers selected.

Oh, come on. Don't squirm away like that. I won't tear your nipples off.

Think of them like little clamps to pinch and tease those sensitive tips. Which, of course, leaves the last one, doesn't it? Though, in truth, it's very far from the last one, but just the last one that I have selected currently.

Who knows? Once I get going, maybe I'll try cycling through the remaining 18 that I have waiting off to the side. Ah, make that 17.

Apex, grab another. I forgot till you slid into her cunt, but we'll have to gag her. She'll be screaming and moaning this whole time.

I need a little peace and quiet to focus. I do believe that was a lie, Jax. Eighth arm activated.

Oh, fuck off. I set it for dramatic effect. Don't ruin the moment.

Start playing with her tongue. You know, I wonder if that moan was because she even noticed you slipping in or just the whole body sensations with a constant slight restriction and relaxation. I did shrink you down a bit, hoping that she'd only feel this arm inside of her pussy as it started to grow back to size, but maybe cunts are more sensitive than I give them credit for.

Oh, well, I guess that just means it'll feel this pounding all the more, right? Reciprocation movement starting. Ugh, that means he's fucking you, whore.

In case you're too caught up with trying to wrestle the arms in your mouth with your tongue. I'm glad it's maneuverable enough that it feels like you're playing with a finger on the inside of your mouth, but I guess if it really gets you trying to move around all that much, well. ..

Two fingers inside your mouth is a little better, isn't it? And maybe the rest of the hand wrapped around your throat to bounce you up and down on that cock a little more. Arms 9 through 13 activated.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.