Not as long or polished as my Patreon work, but just something to tide you over until I make some longer stuff to enjoy. Thanks!)
Rings of Control
Lana
woke up to a mouth on her nipple and skilled fingers playing with her
already dripping pussy.
Naked
in bed, the tall brunette instinctively opened
her legs to give the intruder more access.
“I
always knew you were a slut, awake or asleep,” the other woman
laughed, quickly slipping a slim digit into Lana's hot, wet hole.
Lana
gasped, panting as smaller woman's fingers got her slipperier and
slipperier without respite, followed by the blonde's tongue on her
clit which had the married woman screaming and cumming into Isabella's mouth in short order.
“A
girl could... get used to this!” Lana gasped, coming down from the
fast orgasm, gripping the 2000 thread-count sheets while staring at
the bedroom's ceiling.
A ceiling which was an array of bio-printed self-repairing tiles that
generated more electricity than solar panels and cleaned the air
better than HEPA filters. The walls were tinted floor-to-ceiling
windows that looked out on a breath-taking ocean view of clear water,
shiny new laboratory buildings and thatch relaxation huts near the
beach, a bar and hammock never further than 50 yards from each one.
Palm trees had been planted to give perfect shade to the women
lounging and looking over research data on their iPads, while wearing
sarongs and sipping Mai Tais. Everything on Isabella Grant's
billion-dollar science and hospitality island compound had been put
there by the doctor for a purpose.
Looking
up from between her lover's thighs, the blond Isabella laughed. “I
just bet you could.” She licked her partner's pussy completely
clean of juices, almost making Lana cum a second time, before rising
from between the woman's legs and putting on a pair of chunky glasses
and a white lab coat.
Dr.
Grant was short and slim, but looked quite fetching nude, in nothing
but her lab coat. She sat with a flourish at the command console
next to the bed, crossing her sexy legs, her slim bare foot bobbing
in the air as she looked back at her guest. “Shall we see if any
of the boys are up yet?”
Lana
laughed, rolling over onto her stomach to get closer to the screen.
“Absolutely!”
The
control station had 10 displays and about 500 buttons, dials and
knobs in front of it, and Lana giggled as Isabella flipped through
channel after channel, showing naked sleeping in their small, hard
cot beds.
“Most
of the night shifters still seem to be out... Oh!” Isabella
giggled, zooming in. “Number 21 is up!”
A
full-color, ultra high-definition image of a young, strong, blond man
in the shower appeared, his rear to the camera, the water running
down his muscular back before reaching his perfect, rock hard
ass.
“The
hidden cameras were such a good idea,” Lana laughed, the sight
making her lower lips start to tingle again.
God,
to have that powerful young Stud between her legs right now-
Dr.
Grant giggled again. “Especially when we catch our boys doing
something like this...”
Lana
looked where Isabella was pointing and gasped. “That little
cheater! And I was even thinking of giving him a ride today!”
Research
Subject Number 21 was turned away from the shower cameras, trying to
hide his actions, but in the reflection of the mirrors, Lana could
see it- a tight soapy fist, furiously sliding up and down his thick,
uncut penis!
Isabella's
finger dangled over a round, flashing button on her command console.
“Should we give him a little zap?”
Lana
swallowed, feeling some parts of her body war with the others!
“No,”
she finally said, eyes glued to the screen. “I like seeing the
young ones cum.”
Isabella
smirked and moved her finger over to a different button, one marked
'Intercom'.
And then pressed it.
“That's
right, Aiden- stroke that thick cock of yours! Give all of us girls
a nice, sexy show!”
The
young man stiffened and started immediately cumming, painting the
back wall of his shower with thick ropes of his own hot seed.
Lana
moved forward to the mike as well. “Yeah-
let's see that sperm, Number 21!”
The
eighteen-year-old boy- his legal birthday just barely two weeks ago-
gasped and blushed as he came harder, unable to stop, not knowing how
many of the island's hundreds of female staff were watching him right
now!
“Oh...
GOD!” he moaned.
“The
Zinc pills are definitely working,” Lana giggled to Isabella,
feeling a renewed heat building between her thighs. “Look at that
volume, that consistency! He's cumming two or three times
as much as a normal boy should!”
“I
know my biology,” Dr. Grant smirked, enjoying watching the young boy helplessly paint the walls of his shower with shot after heavy shot.
As
soon as his last spurt finished, Lana leaned forwards and pushed the
intercom button again.
“Now
lick it all up,” she laughed. “Get on your knees like a good
little slut and lick every bit
of that cum off my shower wall- before
it hits the floor!”
Both
older women laughed as the young and very heterosexual boy blushed
deep red at the command, hesitating, the reluctance obvious on his
troubled face. Lana nodded eagerly at Isabella and the small blonde
doctor now pushed the 'Correction' button she had skipped over
before.
The
boy on screen jumped and clutched the shiny, titanium ring encircling
the root of his cock and balls. A small but very complex
body-heat-powered device, a gleaming sealed ring of metal, circuitry
and wifi chips- which had just given his cock and balls a little
electrical zap and was now heating up quickly!
“Lick
lick lick,” Lana laughed into the mike as Isabella turned the
'Pain' dial on the boy's unit up to Level 2, then Level 3...
Both
women howled in victory as the young man, red-faced, still panting
from his intense orgasm, went to his knees in the shower and started
licking his own prodigious cum off the tile wall, to keep his balls
from burning!
Isabella
turned the Pain dial off and the Pleasure dial up, and by the time
the boy was done with his humiliating task, the subtle vibrating ring
behind his balls had given him another hard, obvious erection!
Dr.
Isabella Grant's manicured finger depressed the intercom button again. “Very good, Number 21. Now take a Viagra and report to the
Stripper's Hall. We've got another bachelorette party coming in by
boat in an hour, and this little shower release should let you stand
hours of
getting groped and sucked by those eager women without popping! Make
sure you tell Madame Yvette not
to let them take it easy on you.”
Blushing,
rock hard, the naked young man stepped out of the shower and spoke at
the ceiling, since he had no real idea where the intercom or cameras
were hidden.
“Yes...
ma'ams! Right away, ma'ams!”
Isabella
set the timer on Aiden's control ring to pulse between Pleasure Level
5 and 3 for the next few hours, to make he was 'up and active' for
the bachelorette party.
Tourism
was the island's main source of income, after all.
Sitting
up in bed, Lana put her head on Isabella's shoulders, her hands
sneaking under the loose lab coat to run over a tight, pert body that
no one would assume belonged to a genius inventor who held a Lasker Award and 22 patents
in micro-electronics and biology.
“Who
else is up?!” the brunette giggled.
The
naked scientist smirked and continued flipping through channels.
“No
one in block 30... block 40 is still out in the fields... uh-oh.”
She looked guiltily at the other woman. “Number 99 is up. And in
the showers, too.”
Lana
frowned. “Show me.”
The main image changed to a shorter, middle-aged man in a shower identical to Aiden's but facing a different
camera. He was tan all over from being constantly out in the sugar cane fields,
and while his body was much stronger and leaner than it had been a
month ago, it was still middle-aged.
Isabella
got closer to the screen and squinted, giggling.
“Ugh-
it's barely the size of my finger. I can't believe you were ever
happy with that.”
Lana
frowned harder. “I wasn't.”
Isabella
giggled again as the blushing, middle-aged man looked both ways in the
showers, trying to spot any guards, and then suddenly started
stroking his thin, circumcised, four-inch dick. He stroked faster, trying to hurry...
The
scientist turned to Lana. “Should we let him finish? You've made
him wait three weeks already.”
“Fuck
no,” Lana spat, hitting the 'Correction' button herself this time,
at Pain Level 6.
The
man doubled over as electricity and heat assaulted his most
sensitive flesh! It felt like
the ring was going to burn is balls off!
It
wouldn't, of course, until you got to Level 11.
Dr. Grant had calibrated the settings very carefully.
Dr. Grant had calibrated the settings very carefully.
Lana
mashed the intercom button. “Hands off that worthless little dick,
Thomas! Hands up in the air and face the mirror!”
Gasping,
blushing, the man did. “Honey- please!” he begged, turning and
raising his hands above his head, looking around for the hidden cameras he couldn't see. “I'm sorry! I couldn't help it- AHHH!”
Lana
had set the Pain dial to 'Electric only' and gave her ex-husband's
balls another shock, both women laughing as the naked man jumped
around, with his hands in the air, until his manhood had shrunk to
just soft little noodle.
“Please!
Honey!”
Isabella
looked at her lover. “Maybe he deserves a little one? We are
giving him the same supplements we're feeding the younger Studs. His
balls must be producing like they were twenty-one again!”
“I
was twenty-one the first time Thomas let me suck him off in a parked
car and then didn't reciprocate because it 'wasn't manly',” Lana
laughed, moving over to the 'Pleasure' dial and dialing it up to
Level 8. “I guess that should have been a warning sign.”
The
man on screen shook his head as his soft shocked dick rose to
hardness again, at the mercy of Dr. Grant's untiring ring. "No! Not again!"
Isabella
smiled and moved in to kiss her lover, their tongues intertwining as
both their fingers pressed the 'Correction' button together.
The
man howled and jumped as two competing sensations assaulted his cock
and balls, one set of nerves trying to get him rock hard and another
shriveling from the electric pain!
Lana
only let go when Isabella's other hand rubbing her pussy had almost
made her cum again, and the sounds from the monitor showed the
gasping man might actually throw up.
“If
any of the Staff ever
sees you doing that again, Thomas,” Lana panted into the intercom,
“I'll give them permission to burn your blue balls to a crisp!”
He
was nearly in tears. “Please- DEAR! It's been SO LONG!”
“Then you
shouldn't have had your expensive lawyer try to screw me in the
divorce, sweetie! To bad my
lawyer knew the combination to your
lawyer's new Correction ring! So now you're not cumming for a long,
long time- maybe never again!
Do you understand
me?”
The
man was fully crying now.
The
Grant Correction ring, friction welded into place behind his balls,
was self-powering, automatically connecting to any wifi or cellular
network in the world, and not removable unless his balls were.
“YES!
Yes Honey!”
Isabella
pushed her way in front of the microphone. “And Number 99, instead of the rice fields, this
morning we'd like you to report to the Blowjob Training Hut for the first time,” she
said, as Lana started to smile. “We've got a boatload of
innocent, inexperienced college freshmen sailing in to practice the
tricks that will let them land a tall, muscular, black boyfriend
someday, so make sure to warn them before you get too close or Madam
Sandra will have to shock your balls while you're still in their
mouths!”
Lana
pulled Isabella's fingers off the intercom and placed them over her
dripping snatch again.
“You
devious whore!” she laughed, kissing the giggling blonde's neck and
shoulders. “Thomas, naked in front of all those young girls in
bikinis, trying not to cum in their hot little mouths? He'll get
shocked twenty times an hour in the blowjob hut!”
“Perhaps,”
Isabella laughed, pushing the taller woman down on the bed, kissing
down Lana's flat stomach towards the soft gap between her thighs again. “It will give me a chance to test the ring's... stamina. Consider it an early anniversary present.” And her
mouth found Lana's pussy again.
“Oh
god- again?!”
the brunette moaned, eagerly spreading her legs once more.
“Isabella- I can't... AH!... keep cumming... UHHHHH... at this
rate! I'll be a dried out husk!”
“Then
maybe we should get you
a little control ring too,” the scientist laughed, spreading the
other woman's lower lips apart to lick directly on her hard,
throbbing clit.
Lana
felt her entire body flush, her toes curl. “NO!”
Dr.
Grant arched an inquisitive eyebrow at that, and then, still rubbing the
squirming woman's pussy with one hand, reached into her bedside
drawer with the other, pulling out a spare male command ring and placing
it directly over Lana's mound, centered around her aching clit.
“It
wouldn't be too hard to modify the design to
fit a woman,” she mused, leaning over and sucking Lana's lips up
through the metal ring, exposing them, trapping them, making the taller woman moan and curl her toes! “The hardest
part is having nothing to secure the ring behind- but maybe if we make it a
little smaller, and super glue it around your cute little button,
holding your lips apart just like this, with a piezoelectric membrane
that senses when you try to touch it...”
Having
her lover's fingers spreading her hood out of the way, feeling the
cold metal bulls-eye around her pleasure center as Isabella's hot lips sucked her clit up and away from her body, trapping it inside
the ring, imagining herself in one of those group showers, naked,
squirming, prevented from ever touching herself again-
“NO!
Isabella- NO! OH PLEASE GOD NO!”
And
Dr. Grant laughed as she made her blushing girlfriend have the hardest orgasm
in her life, already knowing what her next world-breaking invention
would be.
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