Page 26 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

“Easy, baby—easy,” Kross growled, stroking her cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, all right? I’m going to help you get through this.” His hand slid down to find hers, clenched into a fist at her side. “Here—hold on to me. Squeeze if you need to,” he told her.

As his fingers entwined with hers, the silver phallus slid inside her.

Sylvie moaned as she felt her inner walls stretching to accommodate its girth. Was it her imagination or was it actually getting bigger inside her?

“Easy, baby,” Kross growled again. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

“I…I’mtrying.” She stared into his swirling, multicolored eyes, doing her best to keep her mind off what was happening. But it felt like her pussy was being stretched by the biggest cock she’d ever taken. “It…it’s just sobig,”she moaned softly.

“I know, Princess. I’m so fucking sorry.” He looked earnestly into her face and Sylvie thought he had never been so sweet to her before. There wasn’t a trace of his usual sarcasm—just a deep concern for her and what she was going through.

“Very nice,” she heard Barbarous say from the screen. He sounded like he was gloating. “And now, let’s see how tightly you can squeeze, my dear.”

“What?” Sylvie started to turn her head to look at him but stopped herself just in time. She didn’t want to make eye contact with their captor during this. “I…I thought you were just taking samples!” she panted.

“I also like to gauge your reactions,” he replied. “Tothisfor instance.”

Suddenly a buzzing hum filled the air and Sylvie felt something vibrating against her clit.

“Oh!” she gasped and nearly jumped out of her skin!

“Gently, my dear,” Barbarous cautioned. “Do try not to break my equipment!”

“But…but it’s…” Sylvie broke off, unwilling to say that it was giving her pleasure—that it felt good. She wondered if Kross could tell by the look on her face—she hoped not!

Speaking of her Protector, he was watching her anxiously.

“Don’t pay any attention to him,” Princess,” he murmured. “Look at me—focus on me.”

Sylvie did as he said, trying to ignore what was happening below. But it was impossible. The silver phallus had started moving inside her now—thrusting in and out almost as though it was actuallyfuckingher. And at the same time, the vibrator continued to tease her clit, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through her entire body. And all the while, she was staring into her Protector’s eyes.

“Oh, Kross,” she moaned as she shifted her hips.

“What is it, Princess? Tell me all about it,” he urged gently.

“It…it’s so deep in me. It’sfuckingme!” Sylvie panted. “And it…it’s teasing me—my clit. Oh!” she gasped because the vibrator part of the arm was buzzing even faster and she was beginning to feel like she was right on the edge.

“I’m here,” Kross told her. Gripping her hand tighter, he squeezed comfortingly.

“But I’m afraid…afraid it’s going to…to make me come!” Sylvie panted. God, this was so embarrassing! And yet, it was incredibly intimate too. Looking into her Protector’s eyes while she was being fucked like this…even though it was against her will, it still felt like the closest she’d ever been to any man during sex. Even though it wasn’t actually Kross she was having sex with.

“Come if you need to,” he told her. “There’s no shame in it, baby. It’s a physical reaction to stimulation—if you come, you come and it’s not your fault.”

His words made her feel better and Sylvie stopped fighting the growing tide of pleasure that was rising in her. It felt like an ocean wave swelling bigger and bigger—soon it would crash over her and she would drown in the intense sensation.

And then it happened—the droid’s arm fucked deep inside her and held still just as the vibrating attachment reached an even higher speed. Suddenly, she was coming—her back arching and her toes curling as the droid forced an orgasm from her.

“Ohhhh!”she moaned, her eyes still locked with Kross’s. “Oh, Kross—I’m coming! Coming so hard!”

“Gods, I can see that, baby.” His deep voice was hoarse and his eyes had gone reddish purple. “Coming hard, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes!” Sylive moaned, squeezing his hand convulsively. “Oh God, Kross—I can’t stop!” She could feel her inner walls squeezing the silver phallus as the orgasm went on and on andon.

“Don’t try,” he murmured. “Just let yourself come, baby. Let yourself go. There’s no shame—just come as hard as you need to.”

Sylvie cried out again as another orgasm was torn from her—the vibrator part of the arm just wouldn’t stop! And then she came again and again andagainuntil she was panting for breath. Finally it was like one long intense orgasm that threatened to push her past the limits she could stand.

“Please!” she begged, writhing on the bed. “Please, I can’t…can’t take any more! Going to pass out!”

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