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[b][u][center]The Sexual Inductor 2

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Allie Pipergear was in the shit, and by the shit, she meant her own damn invention trying to break her into a sex toy. Even the fact that it [i]was[/i] her invention didn’t make it any easier. It just meant that she knew what sort of tortures were coming and how effective they were going to be on her.

[i]Mmmph...ah...ah…[/i]

So far, she had kept at least half her moans from getting past her lips, much to the annoyance of the cat-men that were standing around her, but she knew that wasn’t going to last for long. She had already been pent-up by the machine, worked towards orgasm and then edged back. She was lucky enough that the machine had been set to the ‘Harem of a Hundred Hands’ program, which meant that it was less of an abrupt breaker compared to some of the other runtimes that it had. The gnome knew that she could be suffering from the ‘Were-Breaker’ program, or the ‘Fiend Beneath the Feet’, or worse yet, the ‘Final Fantasy’. That one kept getting upgraded, to be honest, but she had come to one that really would be the final one.

Yet, even though she was on the gentler program, she knew that it would eventually break her. Her roommate had been tormented by it for only an hour before having to go to the hospital and get treated for sex addiction, and she’d already been in the damn thing for nearly half an hour.

[i]Fuck...fuck…[/i]

“Fuck…”

“What was that, little one?”

White-furred ‘Lord’ Densharr leaned forward, smiling at her, and she gritted her teeth as she glared back at him. She wanted to spit in his face, and the only thing stopping her was the fact that she had been drooling her juices between her legs for so long that there was a real risk of being dehydrated soon. She needed to keep all her liquids in her body, not outside of it.

“Eat...shit…”

“Hmmph. I thought you said that you designed this thing to break people, little gnome.”

“I...did…”

“Then why aren’t you broken?”

“Ha...ah…”

She wanted to say something defiant, something snarky, but [i]fuck[/i] the machine was driving her mad. There were little suckers around her nipples, and larger ones around the rest of her breast. It meant that they were slowly sucking her bigger, heavier. Her chest had already gone up one bra size, and she was pretty damn sure that it was due to go up another, and soon.

Worse, she could feel a slow pull and twist and squish against her nipples, and she wasn’t entirely sure, but she might be lactating. The feeling of whatever it was passing out of her nipples was more pleasant than it should have been, and she curled her toes -

“MMPH!”

Only for her to feel the heat of candles and wax splattering against her soles. The heat and pain was both pleasurable and not, making her clench up again. That, in turn, made the little scratches of needles simulating fingernails and claws, the little squeezes of metal rods that had been warmed to body temperature, and more, feel all the more lifelike and tense around her. She moaned under her breath, unable to escape that.

A feather-wheel still spun along her sex, still teased her pussy and her clit in equal measure. She had been sure that she would cum from that in short order, but the wheel’s speed kept varying up, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down. She couldn’t get off, not without moving against it, and she was completely pinned within the box.

The other cat-men, other members of the cult that had decided to tie her up in her own box, were walking around her. They were obviously trying to find some way to play with her, but she had all but her head inside of the box, and the box was wide enough that it wasn’t possible to do more than jerk off near her face.

[i]Small mercies,[/i] she thought, panting.

Even her ass wasn’t safe. Something that was slippery and oily kept ravishing her asshole with licking motions, leaving her hole that much more sensitive with each successive lick. She guessed it was laced with another of the aphrodisiacs that she had filled the machine with, considering she could feel her asshole puffing up, feel it getting more sensitive every time that it passed over.

[i]Eventually...eventually, that’s gonna...oh god, oh god, oh goooooooooood![/i]

Allie felt like she was going to cum, and she almost did. She felt the pleasure rising right to the edge of the point of no return -

And then it stopped. She groaned, almost beating her fist against something in the box as she felt the pleasure easing off again, not ending, but lessening. The feathers pulled down from her sex, and in return -

“Ah!”

The gnome gasped, her eyes going wide as some sort of tube wrapped around her clit. It was soft, but firm, something smooth that pulled at it, sucking at it like her nipples were being sucked on. She tried to look down, tried to see something, but the box was too big.

“What’s happening?! Goddammit, you fucker, what’s happening?!”

“It seems your box had a fascination with your clit. If you have offered it to the pleasure of our lord -”

“Shut the fuck up and - NNNNNNGH!”

The gnome whimpered, yelping and screaming at the same time as her clit was suddenly sucked. No, not just sucked, sucked and PULLED into that tube, the pressure on it greater than the pressure on her nipples. She felt her hips pulled forward against it, felt the tingle of something flooding into the tube.

“Nnngh! GODDAMMIT! What the hell is it doing to me, you fucking pussies?!”

“...You don’t have to be rude.”

“Just fucking tell me, then!”

“It looks like it is pulling your clit out and dousing it in potions.”

“What? You - oh shit.”

That wasn’t part of the ‘Harem of a Hundred Hands’ program. That wasn’t even close to what was supposed to happen during that particular program. That was something else entirely. So, either she had managed to change the programming somehow by her rattling around inside of the box…

Or something had gone wrong with the machine, and she was going to be subjected to a mix of different things.

[i]Shit, shit, shit, shit![/i]

Each of the different routines had been made so that they overwhelmed the mind but didn’t leave the person utterly shattered. She hadn’t been cruel enough to make something that would leave the cultists an irreversible sex slave. Each routine could, theoretically, be cured by the right treatment, and she even had a logbook back at her place about how each one could be reversed, if the cleric in question had the right spells and ingredients.

But if they were crossed over, if they were combined and mixed and matched with each other, then there was no telling what sort of results there might be.

“NNNNGH!”

And as that tube pulled on her clit, she could feel it not just puffing up, not just swelling the way that her nipples had done under the pumps, but doing something else entirely. She could feel it getting [i]longer.[/i]

[i]Shit fuck motherfucking cunt-stabbers![/i]

She didn’t even make sense in her own head, but the gnome no longer cared. As her clit was forced to grow, getting longer and longer to the point where it was starting to feel like a dick instead of a clit, she knew that there was not going to be a lot of sense in her head for long. She needed…

She needed help.

No, she needed a fucking rescue.

And there was only one person that could do that.

#

Even after some time under the clerics, Chikere still felt the effects of the machine. She wanted to go back to her room and masturbate, but the clerics had warned her - and done so in very strict language - that sexual contact for the next day or two was strongly discouraged. It wasn’t quite prohibited, but they wanted her to keep it to an utter minimum to avoid relapsing back into the conditioning that they still hadn’t entirely scrubbed out of her brain.

Of course, that was going to be a bit tricky, considering that her pussy felt like it was going through a bestial heat, and that she could still feel the residual touch of the ‘harem’ of the box all over her body. She still felt ghostly tingles along her breasts and down her thighs, and all the way up to her -

Smack.

She slapped her cheek as she opened the door to the apartment that she and Allie shared. The last thing that she needed was to start fantasizing, particularly about…

Chikere caught sight of something moving and turned to see what it was. It was just the mirror by the door, but she couldn’t help but stare at herself. Everything seemed to stir her lust at that moment, and her own body was no less a target for it than anyone else’s.

She looked at herself, nodding in approval at her large chest, at the dark skin that was dark enough to almost be seen through the white fabric that the clerics had given her. She ran her hands across her chest, feeling the weight of her breasts, the stiffness of her nipples through her shirt. Running her hands further down, she had the reminder of her muscles, her abs strong and firm through her shirt, her hips flaring out slowly.

Biting her lip, she could feel her pussy dripping into her trousers, and the urge to take them off and masturbate in front of the mirror was almost too strong to resist. The only thing that kept her from doing that was the humiliation that would occur if Allie found her.

Shaking her head, she flicked her nose, almost like one would do to a dog, and then turned back to the hallway.

“Allie, I’m back.”

No answer.

“Allie?”

Still no answer. She cocked her head to the side, walking down the hallway to the laboratory that the gnome kept at the back of the apartment. Sometimes Allie had the door shut and some loud experiments going to the point where she couldn’t hear anyone else in the apartment.

She opened the door, but there was no Allie. There was also no box in there, either, which meant that she’d finished up with it and taken it somewhere else.

There was, however, a note on the workbench.

Double-checking the door for traps, Chikere found one crossbow right over the top of the doorway, and she found a flamethrower built into the doorframe. She found the off-buttons for them - both obviously on gnome height levels - and walked through. A third trap, hidden as a pressure panel, was just as easily disarmed, though that was more by stubbing her toe on the side of it than by any clever machinations.

“Goddammit, Allie…”

She shook her head, moving around the trap to the note. Turning it around, she read through it.

[i]Hey Chi,

Had to head off and make a delivery. Should be back by six.[/i]

She looked up. It was seven already. Not good. She went back to reading.

[i]If I’m not back by then, then I’m probably in the process of trying to get away from this lord fucker of whatever god he works with. Sucky Benny or something like that. Should be fine, but if you want to hurry it up, grab someone and come and get me. The address is on the back.

See ya soon,

Allie[/i]

“...Goddammit, Allie.”

She had a feeling that she was going to be saying that a lot tonight. They both knew that the cult of...god, what was the name of that stupid thing they worshiped? Socothbenoth? Something like that. They both knew that the cult was filled with assholes and problem people, and they both knew that it was a bad idea to give them the machine.

Then again, that was probably why Allie had gone on her own rather than bringing her along. Chikere would have been trying to persuade her to rethink this the whole way there, to keep the money and just turn the machine into the city watch as evidence of what the cult wanted. That would have been fine.

But nooooo, the damn gnome had to fulfill her own sense of pride by delivering the damn thing to them.

“Well, fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Rubbing her forehead, Chikere went over her own options. She had very little of them, to be completely honest. She was still recovering from the damn box herself, and that meant that she didn’t have the strength to fight the entire cult on her own. Druidic powers or not, they still required [i]some[/i] focus to use, and she didn’t exactly have that in spades right now. Cat-men weren’t her type, but she was pretty sure she’d be convinced that they were in short enough order with the way that she was feeling.

But going to the guard now would mean that Allie would be charged with helping a criminal group. Not a good situation, either, considering that she was already under a warning for the bomb she made going off and almost blowing a hole through several dimensional rifts. The mages still weren’t sure how she had managed to make that happen.

On the other hand, there was someone that she could tap. She supposed. Maybe.

Chikere stared at the note for a few seconds, then sighed, folding it up and putting it in her pocket. She was going to have to ask her brother for help. She just hoped that he’d been laying off the steroids for a bit.

#

“Kellan - oh, fuck…”

Chikere froze as soon as she stepped through the doorway. Not for what she was seeing, but for what she was smelling. The air was thick with the smell of male, and worse, with the smell of something male and [i]animal.[/i]

The whole experiment with her in the box had included part of a second program, where she was being treated as a ‘bitch’. That had been done physically quite well, but Allie had a secondary thing attached to it, something that made her smell the rough smells of male animals that would have been using a bitch. The conditioning had started making her rather sensitive to it, as a matter of fact, and she had done her best not to mention that embarrassing fact to the clerics when they were fixing her.

Now, she wished she had.

She covered her nose, panting softly as she walked into the apartment. She could hear the grunting sounds of her brother working out further down the hall, and she just hoped that he was dressed.

“Mmph. Kellan!”

“In here.”

“I need some help.”

[i]Like, I need your help dicking me.[/i]

Goddammit, no, she didn’t. Her pussy was not that depraved, and neither was she. Even though she was sweating like hell as she tried to hold back from that, even as she tried to keep the mental image of a cock out of her head. She wasn’t into incest, she wasn’t here to fuck. She was here to get her brother to help her -

Chikere rounded the corner and her mouth fell open. Her brother was shirtless, his skin shiny and dark. He grunted as he pushed a metal bar the size of her up into the air, rising up from the ground to a standing position, and he held himself there.

And looking down, she saw that he was...not quite human anymore.

His cock was pushing at the edge of his pants, pushing it forward, but it wasn’t the simple rod shape that she was used to seeing on other guys. It was more rounded, thicker, pushed to a flatter head.

And it was smelling much stronger than she was used to, too.

[i]Ah...oh...oh god…[/i]

Her pussy felt like it was on fire, now, and she could feel it gushing into her trousers. The only reason that it didn’t show through was the thickness of the fabric, but how long would that save her? She rubbed her forehead, panting softly.

Her brother finally put the bar down, blinking.

“Chikere? Are you okay?”

“Kellan...Kellan, are you still…”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Mmmph.” She had to plug her nose, but she could still taste it on the air. Oh, fuck this was bad. This was...this was hot, but this was [i]bad.[/i] “Are you still using - god - are you still using that Rhino Brew?”

“Well, um...I was going to stop, but it helps. And the side effects aren’t...bad, exactly,” he said, rubbing his hand through his dreadlocks. “Not like you usually see something like that, right?”

“Mmmph…”

“Chikere, if you keep staring, you’re going to make me think you want it, and that’s just weird.”

“I...I know…”

Yet, she couldn’t look away. She’d come here for a reason, though, and an important one. Not to get fucked but…

But…

[i]...Shit, what was…[/i]

Chikere fumbled in her pockets, trying to find what it was, but each breath just reminded her of that thick rhino dick in her brother’s pants, and the smell in the air was like the smell of heat to a male. She just...she just…

“Chi...Chi, talk to me. Chi!”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Allie’s problems in the machine just keep getting worse, and her only hope of rescue might have a few problems of her own.

Tags: F/solo, gnome, human, animals, cat-folk, D&D, bondage, fuck machine, technophilia, clit play, lactation, exposure, exhibitionism, humiliation, heat, pheromones, wet, horny, miniseries, transformation,