Misc. Erotica Compilation of English stories (Collected)

[Priyanka98]

And I held onto that lock for dear life as it happened, as my body tore itself backwards against my will like a coiled spring. With all the presence of mind I could muster, I tried to pull myself forward with the lock, knowing full well my mind would lose the battle. My body, wracked with pleasure, would surely win.

And it did win, but not only against my mind. As I screamed until my lungs gave out, the metal workings of the cheap lock followed suit. There was no way I would break the thick metal shank of the lock, but the inner mechanisms were obviously of lousy workmanship. Against the involuntary force of my entire body, the lock exploded in my hands, sending me reeling backwards as parts of it scattered across the entire room.

The force of the lock releasing threw me back, the chains straining to keep me from flying off the sybian as it roared beneath me. Unable to keep upright, I could barely hold myself in a backwards arch as my muscles failed beneath me. The release of all that tension, combined with the relief of the lock breaking, had made my muscles limp and powerless. All I had to do to release myself was lean forward, and slip the chains up off the metal rod... but I could not lift myself. Even bent backwards, with my clit as exposed as it was, my entire pussy was still fully accessible to the machine's anger.

Looking up at the ceiling, bent so lewdly backwards for the camera, I let my mind drift once more to escape the screaming of my overstimulated nerves. I had done it. I had escaped this trap of my own accidental making, and I had done it by diving deeper into my own depravity than I ever had before. Closing my eyes, I let myself scream as one final orgasm was torn from my body, trying to blot out the truth that had never felt more satisfied than I did in that moment.

And then, silence. The machine quieted to a dull roar, and my body began to slowly pull itself back together. By the time I could finally throw my body forward, the clock read 10:29. I had survived the full course of the Big Bang, even if not entirely by choice. The chains felt heavier than ever as I pulled them off the anchoring post, the tension leaving the cuffs. Bracing with both arms, I let out one final cry as I lifted myself up and off the still-buzzing dildo, feeling my clit unstick itself from the surface with a softly wet sound. As soon as I was free, I collapsed sideways onto the concrete floor. Before I could think to move any further, I passed out.

I woke around an hour later, aching and cold, to the sound of angry buzzing. My body felt like lead, and the machine had shifted into yet another high intensity cycle while I lay next to it, as if it was still hungry for more. Dragging myself to my feet, I began to disassemble the ceremony to my lust that I had taken part in.

As if in a trance, I went through the complete cleanup routine as if it was any other day. I shut off the machine, pulled the silicone cover off and washed it mechanically in the basement tub. I wiped down the toy and mat, idly marvelling at the sheer amount of mess I had produced. Only after everything was cleaned did I register that I was still wearing the cuffs, dragging the heavy chains behind me. Once unlocked, the trance seemed to break, and I left them on the floor of the basement as I wobbled up the stairs, phone in hand. I couldn't help but look at it, though it seemed to have run out of power at some point. How much did it catch? All of it? None of it? I wasn't sure I wanted to know, and I certainly wasn't capable of processing the answer tonight.

Wandering up to my bedroom, I considered how badly I needed a shower as I fell onto my bed, sideways and on top of the comforter. I fell asleep almost instantly, still sticky from head to toe.