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The Sexual Inductor 1

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon

The blue-haired gnome was escorted beneath 'Lord' Densharr's home without ceremony, following the catfolk on either side of her without the slightest care in the world. Other felines were carrying the machine that she'd been commissioned to build for them just behind her, and she kept looking over her shoulder to make sure that they were treating the big thing gently.

"Not too rough, now," the miniature scientist said, shaking her fist back at them whenever they stumbled. "You break that thing, and I swear, you'll be answering to your boss and me."

"Is it that delicate?" Densharr asked, the white-furred cat-man looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. "We did order something sturdy."

"Yes, yes, it's going to beat the hell out of any resistance that you encounter, but it's delicate while it's in transport. You see, in order to get the right pistoning strength, I needed to -"

"I don't need the details. Just...make sure that it gets down to the basement in one piece."

Down to the basement. Ha. And they called themselves cultists.

She rolled her eyes, following Densharr and leaving the actual mechanics of getting her invention down to the men behind her. They were the ones that would be in trouble if it got damaged, not her. She'd made sure of that.

Eventually, they got down the stairs into the dug-out basement that was entirely too new for her tastes. The gnome looked around, glancing at the ceiling that was really the bottom of the house, and then looking at the tunnels that led out from the main basement. She arched an eyebrow, looking back at the 'lord.'

"You know, this is pretty pathetic."

"It's a start."

"Call yourself the high lustpriest for nothing, do you?"

"Young woman..."

"I have a name, ya know."

"...Allie."

"Ms. Pipergear, to you."

"Ms. Pipergear. We commissioned you to develop a machine to break people in for our cult. Did you develop it or not?"

"Of course. I told you, it's fine, it just needs -"

"Then assemble it for us."

"You know, you're really pushing me to charge extra."

The white cat looked down at her, his whiskers flicking up and down ever so slightly. She rolled her eyes at his attempt to be intimidating, turning to the device and pulling the cloth off the top of it.

Assemble this thing, my ass... It was merely unfolding it, and that would take all of two minutes. She ignored the other cat-folk that were coming in, keeping her attention on the admittedly delicate inner workings of the machine. It wouldn't take long before it was completely set-up.

A minute and a half later, she stepped to the side, her leathers a bit oiled up from an accidental spurt from inside of the machine. She gestured at the cube-like contraption, pulling at the hinges on the side.

"As you can see, it's a full imprisonment system," she said, pulling it open so that it swung forward like an Iron Maiden. "Once you set the machine to the right size for the victim, you shut it, and then you get a full view of the clockwork mechanisms inside."

"And it is loaded with the various potions that we asked for?"

"You asked for expensive shit, but I got it."

Aphrodisiacs, transformation potions, sensitizers, heat initiators, and more. There were a hundred different potions loaded into the injectors that were hidden throughout the device, and more still loaded into the shafts that were supposed to rut and fuck anyone that was put into the device. Allie had done everything in her power to make sure that it was the most effective sex machine in the entire world, or at least, the entire city.

Didn't matter that it was being made for a bunch of sex cultists that met in the basement of some guy that still lived with his mom and litter. She took pride in her work, and she made sure that everyone that bought something from her got the very best.

She circled around the cube, pointing to the release buttons in the back.

"As you can see, there's no emergency release. It can only be done by someone outside the cube."

"I thought you said that you tested it?" Densharr asked.

"Yeah, on my roommate. She's still down at the hospital, begging to get fucked."

"How long was she in it?"

"Eh, about an hour," Allie said, shrugging. "Humans. They're pretty high-strung."

"I see, I see..."

Allie was just about to point out the other mechanisms on the inside, including suction cups that could turn a male to a female, or extractors that could reverse it, when three robed cat-folk grabbed her from behind. She yelped, squirming as they seized hold of her work apron, and then her shirt when they got the former off. The gnome threw herself side to side, trying to grab something from her toolbelt, but the cats were quick, cutting through the straps that held her clothes down and throwing her around in the process.

"What the -"

"Get her, get her!"

It was a short fight, one that ended with one cat doubled-over with his balls swelling, but the other two were more than enough to shove a now-naked gnome into the cube. Allie yelped as she felt the titanium clasps slap shut around her wrists and ankles, with a final one slithering out around her waist, almost like a serpent as it coiled around her middle. She was really regretting that particular modification, now.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?!"

"The cult of Socothbenoth must see if the machine is up to our standards," Lord Densharr said, the cat-folk pulling on the edges of his open shirt, giving it a harsh tug in imitation of the way a real lord might have done.

It ripped, of course. The other cultists chuckled, and he glared at them over burning cheeks. As soon as they settled, he leaned over and pressed his hand against the open part of the cube.

"Now, from what you said, we just shut this, and..."

"You fucker. Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare!"

"Consider this a great reward, Ms. Pipergear. With your machine, you've finally given us the tool to be a proper cult."

The gnome's eyes widened further and further as the machine swung shut on silent hinges, the different layers of metal, wood, and some more artificial materials clasping around her entire body. Her breasts were nudged up and into little cups that held them on all sides, her legs pinned from either side and then compressed on. Her feet were held over a vent of steam, keeping them warm and sensitive, and she felt the steam slowly running up her legs, pressing against her thighs and then into her crotch, moving up from there.

The only part uncovered was her head, but she also knew what the machine was doing. It was relaxing her, steaming her, warming her so that the nerves and the blood vessels all rose towards the surface of her skin. She could feel little manipulator arms rubbing against her thighs, gently massaging her, sending more blood up towards her crotch. Her pussy was deliberately being made to inflame with the start of gentle need, and she kept her face as neutral as possible.

Of course, that didn't help, because the little glass windows on all parts of the cube meant that the cultists could just bend over and look at her, and they did. Some of the cats started at her nipples, muttering something about making them drip milk, while others were staring at her crotch, looking at her.

"Is there a way to set options for this thing?" Densharr asked.

"Mmmph..."

"Come on. You had to have put in options."

"I'm in a fucking prison cube about to be bodily brainwashed. You think I'm fucking stupid enough to tell you how to set it up any further?"

"Well, what setting do you have it on?"

"Mmmph...a harem of gentle ladies..."

Which meant that it was about to start working on her right about -

"AH!"

She gasped as the first of the fluttering feathers started to brush up between her legs, each one laced with the poison of a particular fish, one that in high doses would leave someone in a massive high just before they dropped dead of their heart exploding. In low doses, however, it sped up blood flow, and -

"Ah...ah...ah!"

She gasped as the feather wheel whipped over her clit again and again, forcing it to rise up and out of its hood. The poison was settling into her flesh down there, the blood flowing in and making them bigger, more engorged, more heated.

Other systems in the machine started activating. The modular cube was set up so that the little cracks didn't hurt, but rather nibbled at the body, like many lovers all over the place. She felt soft bites along her thighs, on her ass, on her breasts, even along the sole of her foot.

Her breath came hotter, faster, harsher, and she whimpered as she felt the touch of the 'harem' spreading further and further along her body. She wanted to arch her back already, but she knew that this was only the start.

After all, the cube had a hundred different settings for breaking people. This might be the gentlest one, but it was like tossing a lobster into a boiling pot. The slower you raised the temperature, the harder it was to tell when you were really in trouble.

Fucking hell, I'm already in trouble. How the hell am I going to get out of this?!

The End

Summary: Allie Pipergear has been hired to make a sex machine for a sex cult. Instead of getting paid in gold, however, they decide that it's time for her to get paid in a better currency, and maybe, just maybe, start seeing things their way.

Tags: F/solo, gnome, catfolk, stripping, nudity, bondage, feathers, masturbation, technophilia, sex machine, poison, drugs, exhibitionism, humiliation, puffy, wet,