Roger Hornsby - The sex procurer

Then, with all dicks inserted to twelve expectant cunts, I turned the central controls on and started their vibrations. At first it was very slow as I determined it to be. I watched the dicks going in and out of each cunt, and the broads were rocking their fannies slowly, enjoying the rides. All the girls were smiling, clear-eyed, and so very joyous with their electronic cocks. It was a pretty sight.

Then I made the first turn-up on the controls. The cocks increased ever so slightly their entries and exits. The girls responded excitedly to the change in rhythm. "Oooh, this is the wildest," one cried out. And another yelled, "Oh, gee, I never knew how good anything could ever feel." And they all were ecstatic.

Increasingly then I raised the controls so that soon they were swelling with the fucks they took. The groaners came into action. The whimperers started whimpering. The squealers squealed joyously. The screamers began their screams. Oh, it was a merry party, and everybody was having one helluva good time.

And then I sent the speed all the way. How fast do you fuck? I hate to say this but, no matter how fast you can screw, a machine can screw faster. It's just one of the things about electronics in our day. We can't match an electronic cock for speed. They are amazing. They go faster than anything you've ever seen. They go so fast that you don't even see them going. It is, at best, like watching a blur. You're not sure it's even moving.

But, trust me, you know it's moving when it's getting the reaction those dicks got in those cunts. The broads went insane. They screamed and yelled and moaned and groaned and sighed and panted and went absolutely berserk. And that's when the neck bands started having their effect.

There's something about a fuck that makes a girl want to swing her head left and right, to rise off the floor if she's fucking there, to lurch and lunge and maybe reach for air as the pressure builds up. But leather bands hold very firmly when they're bolted to the floor. And soon you have a lot of choking, a lot of gagging, lots of pretty blue faces.

Meanwhile, the fucking pressure mounted. It didn't let up. Some of them tried to scream that I stop the speed. But their own wild passion prevented them from finishing their pleas. Instead they simply heaved into new convulsions of thrust and barely could concentrate on anything, even their own pleasure, so great was the tension.

They came to come after come. They rocked and thrust their pretty pussies against the world. They shot their nerve endings loose rapidly and repeatedly. And still those formidable electric cocks did not stop. Those cocks seared the girl's twats, drove them to that point where they actually burned their holes, for the friction became unbearable, and I expected fire to break out at any moment. It was a most beautiful sight to behold.

But if you think that was all, you're wrong, for I had something else waiting for them. As they had their knees raised, hence both holes exposed, they were quite ready for nice healthy electronic cocks up their assholes as well, and I had supplied myself with plenty of cocks for my purposes, believe me.

So I placed those mighty cocks up their assholes also. They screamed – those who could still scream amidst their frantic insanity – when I simply injected those hard dicks to their narrow rear passages, no lubing allowed because I wanted those bitches to know exactly what a big dick felt like, going raw into their bungholes. And then I turned the control mechanism governing them, set it at top speed, and let it go right off in a solid series of blasts up and down that line.

Try it sometime if you want to surprise your favorite girlfriend. There's nothing matches it, believe me. All of a sudden, those cocks were in their assholes, going at ninety per, and the bitches were shot to hell, what with equally speedy dicks up their vags. They were exhausted, trust me; beautifully and savagely exhausted.

But they couldn't stop, do you understand? That's the put; they simply couldn't stop. With cocks going like blazes in their double holes, they were being driven to the point of final destruction, and yet they couldn't stop the thrashing action which resulted from the cocks spearing their vacancies. And that drove them closer and closer to mass unconsciousness.

I wasn't done with them yet, though. No. I had another set of electric cocks. I had invested plenty for the occasion and I was damned glad to bring it all the way in. And I went at them with cocks for their mouths, inserting one to every mouth down the long line. They tried to fight me away, but were too tired, too brutalized to do anything then except yield, even when they knew their fate. They could only accept that fate, not deny it.

So I inserted the third dozen electric cocks, and they had them in assholes, cunts, and mouths. Turning the current on, setting the controls for the speediest fuck in the world again, I had those dicks lunging the broads' throats, savagely thrusting themselves in and out with arch-swelling violence. And I loved watching the banging those cunts were getting in all three directions. It was impossible for them to do anything except take what was given them and strive desperately in their passion somehow to reach a final point from which they would no more return, from which they could depart into some kind of final dismissal of all thought.

But I wasn't done yet. Remember those pups? They were still around, in fact baying at the smell of cunt, baying from their cages in another room of that large apartment. And I had something planned for them, too; that is, for the broads, but the dogs would enjoy it as well.

So I got some fresh horse-meat blood I had saved for the occasion, covered the girls' tits with it, and ran a streak of it down each girl's midriff and to her navel, then on the line from her navel left and right to and round her fleshy hips. And finally, as one places a cherry or other decoration on a cupcake, I inserted a tiny dab of horse-meat deeply into each one's navel. It made a nice picture.

And to that scene I released the dogs. They went insane. They rushed wildly to the girls' bodies, climbed atop them and began lapping the girls' tits, sucking like mad upon them with their crazy tongues, dipping and diving to achieve their private nirvanas with the good licking of tits and midriffs, bellies, and thighs. And occasionally, of course, they made a nibble here and there in their innocent quest for the goodies that all dogs love. Finally they began probing the girls' navels in search of those tidbits of horse-meat.

Do you have the picture now? Exotic? Erotic? It was the greatest. There they were, twelve of them lined up in that long row across the width of the studio parlor, skylight above them baring illumination to that idyllic scene. And they all were strapped neatly at strategic points so that they could maneuver themselves sufficiently and yet not too much, thereby heightening their fantastic pleasures. Likewise, they all had in them three electric cocks, one to mouth, one to cunt, one to asshole; and the cocks were going as fast as any such cock can go. And of course, lastly but naturally not leastly, those puppies were scrambling all over the girls' bodies in search of that delicious horse-meat.

Oh yes, and the girls were rather breathless, let us say.

But remember this, I had not yet set the mechanism that would make those electric dicks come; that is, release the creamy fluid which spilled from all of them at that point when a fuck was to be ended.

That then was the next thing I decided to do. I triggered the controls to move the lurching fucks to their violent conclusions. And I also manipulated the sub-controls which determined how much come would come. Oh, modern electronics offers so many possibilities!

I set up gauges for the maximum comes possible, and then got out the whips, first putting away all the crazy puppies when they had done their jobs. There is nothing so terrible as whipping an innocent poor dumb animal. That I won't do.