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Wrists bound behind her back, her eyes robbed of their sight by the soft grip of the silk scarf blindfold, her nipples seized and tormented by the sensual grip of the clamps... and every move of her body sending waves of throbbing through her clit. She could hear him, sense him, moving... hearing the rustle of his clothing as he opened it, removed it, and discarded it, one piece at a time. But above these heightened awarenesses, she could hear his voice, droning quietly, soothingly...
Besty sensed him before her, kneeling before her, and then felt his fingertips on the knots gathered at her waist, carefully untangling them. A sudden shock rolled through her nipples when she felt them tug slightly, and somewhere she realized that he had reached up, ever so casually to pull on the chain. She moaned, bathed in the sensation and then she felt the rope giving way, falling loose. She somehow felt empty and forsaken.
In moments, the rope slipped from her completely and a new sensation, of even more nakedness, even more vulnerability invaded her. Before she could adjust to this, she felt something pressing against the lips of her sex. Something strange. It was not like the tip of the vibrator. This was something different, and as it pressed against her warm opening, widening it and finally slipping inside her, she realized that is was a sphere of some kind. Just large enough to cause her to gasp, as it's widest rim violated her opening, before it slipped snuggly into her. Then, startlingly, came a second. Each one had stretched her, making her gasp and moan with the sensation of be filled, each one pushing the one inside her before it even deeper, until she felt herself full to bursting as the balls rubbed together.
She struggled to relax herself, even as her body clenched these invaders, causing them to roll slowly against each other inside her, brushing against those sensitive walls. Suddenly, with a mind-destroying suddenness, they leap to life inside her; trembling madly... they were vibrators. An overwhelmed sob burst from her lips followed by a moan of lust more like that of an animal than anything she ever thought she could produce. She began to drift, focusing on the sensations, until she felt his palm against her chin, gently raising her bowed head. Her breathing was ragged now, her lips hung slightly open to suck in what air they could to help her ride this wondrous new sensations along the break of utter madness. She felt something brush her lips. Instinct told her that is was his cock. Besty opened her mouth and felt the hot pillar of his cock pass between her lips and stroke slowly against her tongue, moving into her accepting mouth, filling her there as well. He did not stroke into her penetrated lips, but slowly rolled his hips, causing the member to brush back and forth against the sensitive tissues of her tongue and palate. Then she felt the tugging on her nipples as he gently stretched the chain and she gasped, while at the same instant the phallus slid fully into her and brushed the back of her throat, remaining but an instant, before gently withdrawing, pulling back from her entirely, slipping from between her lips and it was gone. Besty was beginning to feel defeated.
She felt his hands gently grip her upper arms, raising her up, first to her knees, then to her feet, and guiding her in trembling steps across the room. Her knees brushed the side of the bed and she found herself directed, like some puppet, until she was kneeling on the bed, her hands still bound behind her, her eyes still robbed of sight, her nipples now throbbing madly, and the vibrating inside her.
She wanted to cum now, more than she had ever desired anything in her life. Besty was only vaguely aware that her legs were being spread far apart and more ropes were being applied. She had now become a kneeling slave; trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. And she did not have long to wait.
"Now my dear" he said quietly, kneeling on the bed beside her. "Would you like to cum."
"Yessssssss, pleassssssssssse. Let… let me cum.” Besty never thought she’d beg for anything.
"My dear," he barely breathed, his lips resting almost against her ear..."I adore your lust."
His fingertips touched her, one slipped between the lips of her to brush her clit, the other slipping down to her other opening, and beginning to lightly stroke, tickling those nerves. Besty cried out as the explosion slammed and rolled through her, igniting every nerve in her body and smashing her soul against the wall of flames, shattering it hopelessly.
When Besty finally recovered from it, she looked up at Beast and spoke softy. “End simulation.” The Danger Room once more turned into a vast work out room instead of a heated bedroom.