Bisexual Tendril Machine Ep. 02

Episode 2: A New Slave.

Mistress Payge pays a visit.

When the panels of the chamber slowly came to life the next morning, casting a soft glow upon the room, Kyle found himself in a moment of solitude, contemplating his tortured night of dreams and the weight of his obedience to Mistress Payge. However, his respite was short-lived, for a presence entered the room, a chilling aura of authority.

Mistress Payge gracefully strode into the chamber, her steps purposeful and unwavering. The cold light cast eerie shadows upon her features, accentuating her frigid eyes. Dressed in the same dark, tight sheath gown, she emanated power; her presence commanded his attention.

Mistress Payge's voice cut through the silence like a razor-sharp blade. Her words carried a chilling command, laced with a detached cruelty that sent shivers down Kyle's spine. His first mission would test his mettle and push the boundaries of his loyalty.

"Kyle," she said, her voice laced with an eerie authority, "I have a task for you. I require a new addition to our cause, someone who possesses the programming skills and intellect to compliment our methods. I want you to find an individual who can be ensnared by the tendrils of our control, a person we can mold to further our mission."

Kyle's mind, bound under Mistress Payge's influence, absorbed her command; his thoughts instantly turning to his childhood friend, Penelope. Memories of their shared adventures and deep connection flood his mind, and he realizes that she possesses the very qualities Mistress Payge seeks.

As the weight of Mistress Payge's command hung heavy in the air, his ever-self gathered courage and tried to resist. Yet the new neural pathways imprinted by Mistress Payge overwhelmed him. He obeyed mechanically, without expression.

"Pene- Penelope," Kyle stammered. His voice momentarily betrayed the emotions swirling within him. "She is... she's unlike anyone I have ever known. Beautiful, inside and out, she radiates an ethereal light. Her eyes sparkling emeralds, hair molten gold. We were childhood friends"

Kyle then revealed the essence of Penelope's persona. "But it's not just her physical beauty that captivates. Penelope possesses an intellect far beyond most people. She is a brilliant programmer and I believe she still works in the city."

He continued, "But, she has an indomitable spirit, one that cannot be broken by the tendril machine. Her will is strong, and her belief in the inherent beauty of humanity cannot be swayed."

Mistress Payge listened intently, her piercing eyes fixed upon Kyle. After a moment, a sly smile curled upon her lips, betraying a glimmer of intrigue.

"We shall see," Mistress Payge responded, her voice laced with confidence. "If this Penelope possesses the strength you describe, the tendril machine will put her mettle to the test. It will be an intriguing challenge indeed. Take her. Tell her you love her. The tendrils of the machine may well reach that far and spill into her mind. If that is the case, she will believe you and be drawn to you. Fuck her, make her feel special, if you must, but bring her to me."

Mistress Payge dismissed Kyle and, with a final glance at Mistress Payge, he stepped forward, embracing the role she had assigned him. Kyle understood that the road ahead was fraught with danger, that the tendril machine threatened to encroach upon Penelope's unwavering spirit. Yet, fueled by his belief in her indomitable goodness, he resolved to protect her from the clutches of the evil vixen-bitch.

Searching for Penelope

Kyle ventured into the bustling city seeking her last place of employment. When he last spoke to her, she had been working for a tech firm downtown. His eyes scanned the crowds outside her building, searching for Penelope. Finally, he spotted her. Heart pounding with apprehension, Kyle approached Penelope, his expression a carefully crafted blend of surprise and delight.

"Penelope!" he exclaimed, his voice filled convincingly with wonder. "Fancy meeting you here. It's been ages since we last caught up."

Penelope's eyes widened in amazement, a flicker of recognition dancing in their depths. A warm smile graced her lips as memories of their shared past flooded back to her.

"Kyle! What a pleasant surprise," she responded, her voice reflecting genuine joy. "It's been far too long. How have you been?"

Kyle skillfully steered their dialogue toward her exceptional programming abilities. He emphasized the invaluable role she could play in the burgeoning endeavors of 'Ms. Payge.'

"Penelope, you are an incredible coder," Kyle remarked with sincere admiration. "Your talent for problem-solving is unparalleled. You effortlessly navigate complex algorithms--remarkable. I work for a woman who is in need of those skills. Her name is Ms. Payge."

"She runs a leading tech start-up." He described the cutting-edge projects and revolutionary advancements that lie within her grasp. "This is a chance to make an impact, not just in the realm of technology but in shaping a better future."

"You really should consider joining Ms. Payge's firm," Kyle said, deepening the illusion, skillfully concealing the truth of Mistress Payge's nefarious intentions. He told Penelope that joining this group of hackers was an opportunity to utilize her talents fully at the forefront of technological innovation.

As Kyle waxed poetic about Ms. Payge, something inside Penelope was softening, changing, melting. She appraised her childhood friend again. He had certainly grown up. She found herself looking at his crotch.

'Is my mouth watering?' she thought.

Penelope's lips curled into a mischievous smile, her gaze locked with his. "You know, I've been thinking," she replied, her voice dripping with playful intrigue. "Perhaps we could continue this conversation in a more intimate setting."

The change in her demeanor startled Kyle. His heart skipped a beat. "An intimate setting?" he echoed, his voice carefully modulated to give the illusion of playing along. "Where exactly were you thinking?"

Penelope's laughter spilled into the air. "Well, I was thinking of my place," she teased, her tone hinting at hidden desires. "Somewhere cozy, where you can tell me more about your programmers group."

As the flicker of victory danced in Kyle's eyes, Ever-Kyle watched helplessly from inside him. "Your place? That sounds incredibly tempting," his voice a low, seductive whisper.

Penelope's trust in him solidified and she guided Kyle along the streets to her house. Within, Ever-Kyle's heart ached with the weight of the deception, his ever-self clung to the hope that, in the face of Mistress Payge's plan, their shared bond would lead them towards a future where they could both be free from the vixen-bitch's evil tendril machine and its mysterious powers of manipulation over them.

As the evening sun bathed them in its warm embrace, Kyle and Penelope found themselves standing at her doorstep. The air crackled with an electric charge, the unspoken desires that pulsed between them.

Kyle's gaze lingered on Penelope; he couldn't help but be captivated by the way her laughter sparkled like stardust, and how her presence brought a sense of serenity to his ever-soul. With a gentle touch, Kyle reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Penelope's ear, his fingertips lingering against her soft skin. A soft shiver rippled through her.

Something unknown urged her to seek a more intimate relationship with the man standing before her. Their eyes locked, conveying the amorous emotions that stirred within their souls. Time seemed to stand still as their faces inched closer, hearts beating in synchrony.

Their first touch was electric and as their lips finally met, it was as if the universe itself had conspired to bring them together. They longed for the age old ritual of sexual intertwining. Their breaths mingled with each brush of their lips. They leaned into the embrace, seeking connection. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating sensation of their lips moving in a language of love transcending the boundaries of words.

Unbeknownst to Penelope, echoing remnants of the machine's tendrils that had ensnared Kyle guided their actions. Though the tendril machine was far away, the faint remnant of its power quietly opened Penelope's heart to the possibility of love. It was but a nudge; any feeling or action flowing from that derived from her ever-self.

"Let's go in." she sighed.

When they stepped inside her cozy abode, a current of unspoken understanding passed between them. Their bodies gravitated toward each other, pulled by an unseen force, drawn to explore the depths of their connection. A silent language flowed between them, urging them to seek comfort and pleasure in each other's arms. But even then, he could feel the eyes of Mistress Payge upon him, reminding him of his true mission, keeping him from being able to truly feel the joy of Penelope's companionship.

Penelope moved seductively towards Kyle, her eyes twinkling and her lips curling into a coy smile. She placed her hands on his chest, leaned in close, brushed his lips with hers and murmured, "Let me make you feel good."

With a sigh of pleasure, Penelope led Kyle to the bedroom and undressed seductively for him. She walked to him, her hips swaying deliciously, grabbed the waist of Kyle's pants and pushed the button open with her thumb. She opened the zipper and slowly slid them down his legs, revealing his boxers. Kneeling, she entangled her fingers in both waistbands and pulled them down and off, revealing his erect penis.

In heat now and panting, she wrapped her lips around him and took his member deep into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shaft, savoring the sensation. Then Penelope began to twist her hand around his cock as she took him deeper, sending shivers through his body. She drew back slowly, her eyes closed in pleasure, as she released his shaft from her lips with a soft 'pop.'

She nudged him gently backwards onto the bed, letting her slick lips slide along his body before coming back again to encircle the head of his erection. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he felt the delicate strokes of her tongue.

Penelope's grip on him intensified as her mouth eagerly tasted every inch of him. She kissed his shaft, swirling her tongue the ridge of his crown, and probing her tongue into and around the tender hole at his tip. He grabbed the sheets, his breathing ragged, feeling every movement as she continued her delicious torment.

The atmosphere was charged with an electric tension, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. But suddenly she pulled away, leaving him frustrated. A sly smile crossed her lips as she looked down at him and said, "Not yet, Kyle. I still have more in store for you." Then she stood and removed his shirt before straddling his waist and pressing her warm body onto his.

Kyle gasped when her hot skin made first contact. He reached up and touched her, running his hands over her body and feeling her muscles flutter with pleasure. Penelope moaned, undulating on top of him as he explored her most intimate places, reveling in the profound satisfaction the sensations brought him.

Waves of pleasure engulfed her as Penelope sank her pussy onto Kyle's turgid cock. Her nerve endings tingled with a fiery heat as she felt his rigid shape penetrate her. She savored the deep fullness, She hadn't realized she was empty until she was filled with his manhood.

She loved being so close to him as they moved together in perfect unison. The sensations built gradually and got more and more intense, until finally Penelope felt her first orgasm surge through her. She quivered and whimpered, but pumped her hips even harder.

She pushed him to the edge over and over again, always stopping before he could reach his climax. He groaned in frustration, but Penelope just smiled down at him and chuckled.

"Patience, Kyle," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "We have all night for me to pleasure you." With that, she leaned forward, kissed him deeply again and resumed her delicious ministrations.

With each tender caress, their bodies became attuned to one another, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of their connection. Penelope strove to please Kyle, to meet his unspoken needs and desires.

Kyle felt himself slipping into a trance-like state as Penelope's hips moved in a slow circular motion back and forth against his body. He had never felt so inspired and aroused before. Her skin was so soft and inviting as he ran his hands up and down her curves.

Penelope teased him expertly, never allowing him to reach his peak. Every time Kyle was about to orgasm, Penelope seemed to know just how to slow her rhythm or move her body to take him back down progressively. She was deliberately keeping his pleasure at the edge of satisfaction. It intoxicated her.

Drunk with her power over him, Penelope's movements changed and a surge of pure pleasure shot through Kyle's body. Penelope's lips were pressed firmly against his neck and her fingers were gently stroking his back. He felt himself shaking uncontrollably and felt the heat in his loins growing.

There was a tug deep inside from his ever-self as Penelope's body enticed him closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. For a moment, he enjoyed the sensation, letting himself relax in the moment of bliss. But then a familiar guilt and dread began to creep in as he remembered what it meant to feel this pleasure: the Tendril Machine, Mistress Payge, her mysterious powers.

Ever-Kyle wanted to stop, to escape the sensation, but his body wouldn't respond to his orders, only those of Mistress Payge. Then it was too late. Penelope's alluring body tantalized him, driving him on with each thrust, each giggle that escaped her lips. He was inescapably drawn to her, unable to break free.

Finally, Penelope moved her hips faster and faster until their bodies palpitated in ecstasy. Penelope felt Kyle's body tensing up underneath her as his breathing became more ragged and she moved her hips in circles, rubbing her clit against his shaft. She could sense the urgency inside him driving ever higher, heightening her own pleasure.

Kyle's fingers dug into her hips as his body began to tremble and his breathing grew shallow and fast and loud. When Penelope felt swelling inside her, she slowed down to savor the moment. Kyle's body now thrashing with his imminent orgasm.

Kyle's muscles tightened and an explosion of pleasure erupted from within him. Back arching, he let out a deep throaty moan, an almighty roar of dominion as they soared to the heights of pleasure. His orgasm ripped through him like a prairie fire.

Kyle's groans engulfed Penelope in almost unbearable ecstasy. Her clit felt an intense fire coursing through it. Then her body took over; the pleasure was so acute that she had no control. She felt Kyle's body quivering beneath her. And as his pleasured cries grew louder, Penelope's own orgasmic bliss erupted, drenching him with a flood of her juices.

Penelope remained poised on top of him as they both climaxed. But, as the contractions subsided, She felt her body go limp. Kyle lay next to her, trying to catch his breath. She savored the moment, her body tingling with satisfaction from the pleasure she had just experienced. Penelope had never felt so alive. She bathed in his radiance, satisfaction on her face. She had taken her sweet time, but her reward was greater than she had expected. She leaned down and kissed Kyle passionately, her tongue exploring his mouth with fervor.

He felt an uncontrollable urge to crawl up and lick her pussy, to suck his cum from deep within her and taste how their cum mingled together in what was surely a bouquet fit for the gods. Ever-Kyle rebelled against the urge. He felt himself growing stronger. Kyle's body shivered with the struggle. But Ever-Kyle was successful; his body remained where it was.

Hope.

Perhaps he could stall this long enough to re-emerge and refuse to return to Mistress Payge.

But these sensations ebbed from Kyle; he lay there completely exhausted with the mental struggle, yet sexually sated. Penelope's body was still lying snugly on top of his own. Surely the lingering influence of the tendril machine, though weak and nearly dissipated, had influenced her to give his body this exquisite pleasure, but he couldn't have cared less. All he wanted was to stay in the moment and savor the intensity of the experience.

He hadn't considered that perhaps the machine hadn't done quite so much as he thought. That Penelope might have had true feelings for him, emotions gently teased to the surface by the machine's lingering aura. That perhaps this delicate dance of intertwining flesh was more than a mere physical union. That perhaps it was a convergence of souls, a manifestation of a love that defied the constraints of time and circumstance. That maybe, just maybe as they succumbed to the sweet surrender of their shared passion, the tendrils of the machine faded into the background, overshadowed by the overwhelming force of their genuine affection for one another.

This would have made his remorse unbearable, for although Penelope lay satisfied in his arms, all he could feel was the cold claws of regret clenching at his heart. He had sealed her fate, dooming her to a life of servitude under the whims of Mistress Payge and her machine. He had betrayed her trust, and no amount of pleasure could make that feeling go away. His only hope was that he could lie there with her until the tendrils were well and truly gone from his brain.

But his hopes were again thwarted, for Penelope pulled away, stood up, and offered Kyle her hand. "Come, I will follow you," she said, a gratified grin on her face. With that, they got dressed and walked out of the bedroom, out of her cozy home and into the unforgiving night.

Penelope succumbs to the tendril machine.

Kyle guided Penelope through the familiar streets of their childhood neighborhood, a profound sense of unease deep within his ever-self. He watched her innocent smile, so unaware of the treacherous path that lay ahead. It pained Ever-Kyle to deceive his best friend, knowing the true intentions behind their seemingly innocent outing.

Every step they took towards Mistress Payge's lair intensified his internal turmoil. The weight of responsibility for Penelope's safety, a heavy burden indeed, threatened to crush him. Memories of their shared childhood flashed through his mind, bittersweet reminders of the friendship he cherished.

They arrived at the large but otherwise nondescript building that was Mistress Payge's dark citadel. Kyle struggled to maintain his composure. But, Penelope's trust in him was unwavering, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she anticipated what lay inside. Little did she know the true nature of Kyle's work, the evil that lurked within these walls.

An internal battle raged between Mistress Payge's tendrils and Ever-Kyle; he fought for control of his own body. He longed to protect Penelope, to shield her from the malevolence that had ensnared his life. But he also knew that being here, under Mistress Payge's control, enabled him to watch over her. Perhaps this was the only way to truly ensure her safety in the long run.

Each step grew heavier as Kyle led Penelope through the corridors, each pace bringing them closer to Mistress Payge's laboratory. His mind raced with a myriad of emotions - love for his friend, guilt for the role he had to play, and determination to free her from the clutches of darkness, if it cost him his life.

As they stood before the imposing figure of Mistress Payge, Kyle smiled, masking the turmoil brewing within. He watched as Penelope's gaze met the cold, calculating eyes of their captor, oblivious to the danger that lay before her.