Miss Americana: Little Sex Shop of Horrors

by neoraichu

Captured by her own device, de Viant was helpless against it. With a gag in place, it was impossible to give any voice override codes. While blindfolded, she couldn't use the retina scanner either to convince the machine it had made a mistake.

'Oh gawd...' she thought as the intense beam shocked and awed her pussy, 'I never... never dared to try the ray... on myself before...'

She had never been so stimulated in her life by means natural or artificial, and she was reacting strongly. Her system was full of aphrodisiac and lactation formula she had unwittingly taken from Miss Americana's breast milk.

She had been distracted to the point she lost track of time. The machine's timer automatically resumed, and assumed she was unauthorized to be on the platform with her prisoner. It treated her like an intruder. She really had to do something about the default settings on her super orgasma-beam.

"MMMmmmppphhh!" she moaned as her pussy tingled and her rock hard nipples burned with excitement.

With the beam targeting her now, she knew that Miss Americana was getting only a fraction of it's effects from the secondary 'spill over'. Even still, it was going to be enough to give her her own powerful orgasms to worry about.

Spread eagled at the wrists and ankles, she could only struggle a little. Not nearly enough to change the focus of the beam. Her pussy spurt juices down her inner thighs from how excited she was.

Her heavy breasts spurt milk on the hapless heroine underneath even though the villainess had no way to see it.

'This is so humiliating!' she mused, 'What if my employees catch me like this?! Will they have any respect for me after that?!'

A powerful climax was ripped from her body almost without warning. She had never cum so hard in her life before.

'Just have to keep it together... until the timer shuts the beam down again...'

But doing so was very hard. By the time she stopped cumming a few minutes later, she was already well on her way to her next climax. Multiple orgasms were so draining... so tiring...

After the fifth cumming, the machine shut off. She continued to struggle, but it was in vain. It was about then that her grasping hands found those of Miss Americana. Out of a strange sense of comaradery, she grasp her hands and they wrapped their fingers together.

She could also feel their rock hard nipples rubbing against each other. The way milk spurt from them against each other. The chemicals in their systems kept the breasts so heavy with milk that it couldn't leak out fast enough.

With the machine shut down, the two of them could clearly hear the moans and groans of the other. They could feel the other struggling, but both knew their efforts were in vain. There was no escape unless the machine's operator wished it, and the machine was running itself.

Precious minutes passed as she waited for someone to come along and free her, but no one came.

'Ugh... Where are those idiots?! Someone's supposed to come down here to make sure the machines are in order...'

The beam began blasting into her pussy again.

'FUCK!' she cussed as she started getting aroused all over again. Her grip on Miss Americana's hands tightened. With the two of them weakened by the beam, their grip was much weaker than normal.

Another orgasm was ripped from her body as she struggled. The juices pouring down on her hapless prisoner below her were surely making her loins quite the mess in their own right.

'DAMN! I'm being conditioned to like this... just like Miss Americana is... if someone took over control, they could... could... make ME their sex slave!'

Most of her employees were almost mindless yesmen, but some... some were ambitious enough to take advantage of the situation if they caught wind of it.

It was getting to the point that de Viant felt like she was feeling one continuous orgasm, and it was almost too much for her to take. She was too unfocused to even think about counting orgasms after number ten... or maybe it was eleven?

Then the beam shut down again.

'JANE!' she moaned, 'GET ME OUT OF THIS CRAZY THING! HELP! JANE!' Of course, it only came out as extremely muffled and completely nonsensical noises.

Jane was her second in command. The one she most trusted to save her bacon.

But instead of being saved, she felt a needle prick in one of her big ass cheeks.

'Curse you...' she fumed as her mind fogged over, 'I'll... I'll get you... for this...'

She was unconscious before she knew it.