Bisexual Tendril Machine Ep. 05

Episode 5: Dawn of the Tendronauts

The Irrelevance of Fear

"It is better to be feared than loved if you cannot be both." Mistress Payge's voice resonated in the calmness of the Tendril Machine laboratory; her words dripped with a calculated coldness. "Machiavelli said that. But then Machiavelli didn't have this Machine, did he? He never imagined what a prince might do had he access to the true depths of control that lie within the tendrils of this magnificent machine. There is no fear in enforced obedience, but you love me, nevertheless, don't you?"

Chad and Kyle, ensnared by the tendrils of the Tendril Machine, stood before her, their minds under her control, unable to resist her twisted influence.

"In the realm of power, my darling puppets, there exists a delicate dance between dominance and submission." Mistress Payge's voice smoldered with sly satisfaction, dominion woven within her words, "Love, adoration, obedience - they are all strands in the intricate web I have spun around you."

Chad and Kyle indeed felt that strange mixture of desire, devotion, and compulsion coursing through their beings, forging an unbreakable bond with Mistress Payge.

"Through the subtle manipulation of the tendril machine and the sweet seduction of ecstasy, I have become the focal point of your desires," she continued, her voice laden with an intoxicating allure.

"You see, my loyal servitors," she continued, "the rituals we have shared, the bliss I have guided you towards, they have subconsciously woven a tapestry of reverence and dependency within you. Each interaction, each moment of ecstasy, has imprinted my presence into the very fabric of your souls. Your love for me, as twisted as it may seem to the uninitiated, is a testament to the power of classical conditioning and the artful manipulation of desires."

Chad and Kyle exchanged glances, their expressions telegraphed the surrender they experienced. Deep down, an inexplicable connection to Mistress Payge, a yearning to fulfill her every command, drove their thoughts and desires, even as their ever-selves fought against the enthralling grip of the machine.

"You have both now joined the rare and sacred fraternity of tendronauts," she whispered, a smug grin dancing upon her lips. "Fear may be the weapon of lesser minds, but I have something far more potent - the tendrils of desire, and the electronic impulses of the Tendril Machine, carefully crafted to bind your souls and minds to my will."

They stood in silence, their bodies and minds pulsating with a heady mix of devotion and helplessness. Although a part of them resisted, their conscious thoughts drowned beneath the overwhelming influence of Mistress Payge and the Tendril Machine.

"You should thank me, my dear tendronauts," she whispered, her words sinking into the depths of their subconscious, "Reveal the power I hold over you. The tendril machine and its conditioning have bound you to me, shaping your every thought, desire, and action."

Gratitude washed over them. "Thank you, Mistress Payge," they murmured in unison, their voices a harmonious testament to their willing submission. The invisible strings of obedience guided their words and actions, solidifying their roles as devoted thralls, tendronauts, to her will.

Mistress Payge's satisfaction was palpable as she watched Chad and Kyle, acting in tandem, their movements guided by the invisible strings of her influence, their ever-selves suppressed under the weight of the tendril machine's manipulation. With each passing moment, their enslavement became more profound. They were bound to her, their love and obedience forever entangled, even as their ever-selves struggled against the invisible chains that held them, while Jack, the silent, unwavering automandroid, stood by her side, ready to carry out her bidding.

"Now, my puppets," she commanded, a gleam of twisted satisfaction in her eyes, "Jack will escort you back to Kyle's chamber. There, you shall remain under his watchful eye while you rest and prepare for your first mission together."

With a subtle nod, she gestured to Jack, the loyal automandroid, to escort them back to Kyle's chamber. As they departed the Tendril Machine Lab, Mistress Payge's chilling voice echoed in their minds, a haunting reminder of their subservience. "Remember, my tendronauts," she whispered, her words lingering in their souls, "obedience is the key that unlocks the true power within. Enjoy your solitude. Embrace each other. Learn your roles, and in this elegant dance, my will shall be your guide."

She departed, leaving them in the care of Jack, her loyal automandroid. Her mastery over the tendronauts was undeniable; her confident strides carried her toward her private sanctuary, where Penelope awaited her presence.

Meanwhile, Jack, carrying out his orders, guided Chad and Kyle through the labyrinthine corridors of the Citadel. The pulsating lights and humming machinery created an otherworldly atmosphere, hinting at the immense power harnessed within these walls.

Chad's gaze wandered, alternating between wonder and unease, as they navigated the unfamiliar surroundings.

"This place is beyond anything I could have imagined, Kyle," Chad remarked, his voice tinged with awe and trepidation.

Kyle nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring the blend of emotions that coursed through his being. "Chad, I've been here longer than you and I still haven't grasped it all."

Their conversation faded as they reached Kyle's chamber; the door slid open with a whisper. Stepping inside, their thoughts swirled with uncertainty. In the stillness of the chamber, as they settled upon the edge of the bed, a deep sense of surrender washed over them. Exhaustion overtook them.

The tendrils sparkled in Jack's eyes, their ethereal glow reflecting the power that bound them. As sleep enveloped their weary minds, the tendrils extended from Jack, gently touching their temples, solidifying their allegiance to Mistress Payge and the alluring web of control she had skillfully woven.

They reclined onto the bed together and unselfconsciously held each other during the long dark night.

Yes, Mistress.

Mistress Payge returned to the private sanctum of her apartments within the citadel, seeking tranquility and solace in the presence of Penelope. The two women shared an intimate space, their hearts intertwined, braided into a complex relationship that was still evolving. Yes, obedience from Penelope, but something was happening between the two women that was unaccounted for in Mistress Payge's calibration of the Tendril Machine.

Penelope was once again absorbed in her work, the glow of the computer screen lighting her focused features. Payge watched her, a tender smile tugging at her lips. The pull to be near her was irresistible, and she moved quietly towards Penelope, the floor whispering beneath her feet. The fabric of her dress rustled faintly. Closing the distance between them, she wrapped her arms around Penelope, her embrace warm and familiar. Her strawberry hair tickled Penelope's ear the soft lilac scent a delight to her nostrils. Penelope leaned into the touch, her hands momentarily stilling on the keyboard.

Her mistress was behind her, holding her. A rush of excitement pulsed through her as Mistress Payge's lips traced a delicate path along her neck with delicate precision. Her lips moved tenderly against her skin. Each kiss was a token of love, Penelope close her eyes in contentment.

Payge's lips moved from her neck to her ear, her whispered words lost in the shared intimacy. The sensation sent a thrilling shiver down her spine, awakening a sense of desire that had merely been awakened by the tendril machine.

Turning to face Mistress Payge, Penelope's eyes locked with her mistress' in a gaze filled with affection and longing while the world seemed to hold its breath. Their lips met in a passionate exchange, a symphony of emotions flowing between them. Their connection grew deeper with each tender caress. Without hesitation, Penelope reciprocated, their lips meeting in a fervent, tempestuous clash, their pulses quickening with each tender touch.

Gently, Mistress Payge pulled Penelope closer, their bodies gravitating toward each other as if drawn by an invisible force. Their kisses grew more passionate, an expression of the deep connection they now shared. In that tender moment, a surge of emotions coursed through their veins, as they discovered the true essence of their bond.

Penelope turned, her hands finding their way to Payge's waist. Looking up at her, she returned her kisses with equal affection. Their closeness was a reminder of her sweet captivity. Even her ever-self swooned beneath Mistress Payge's touch. This was unexpected. From deep within her mind, Ever-Penelope was transfixed by the intense sensations flooding her body.

Breaking the embrace, Mistress Payge reveled in the delicious curves of Penelope's extremely feminine form. Her eyes drank in the intoxicating liquor of her beauty. 'How could this woman do this to her?' she thought. Her eyes were transfixed on her lover.

'This can't be, absolutely cannot be really happening.' she mused as she leaned in again, her eyes never leaving Penelope's.

With an intensity that made her mistress shudder Penelope closed the gap, their lips meeting in a tender, lingering kiss. But, as their lips parted, they remained close, foreheads touching and breaths intermingling in the cool air of the room. There was no need for words, their shared silence speaking volumes about their bond.

"Dim the lights," Payge commanded softly, her voice barely a whisper against Penelope's ear. The room complied, the artificial illumination softening to a gentle glow, reminiscent of a dappled twilight-lit forest.

Nuzzling the nape of Penelope's neck, Payge delicately brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, her touch as soft as a whisper against her skin. Penelope's eyes were full of warmth and contentment as she looked back at Payge.

Penelope shivered as Mistress Payge's lips pressed softly against her own. The kiss was gentle, full of longing and promise. Penelope, overwhelmed by the sensations running through her body, was powerless to resist. Mistress Payge pulled away and Penelope was left wanting more.

Payge smiled, her lips curving seductively into a soft smile. "Let us lay down together, my sweet." The Mistress tugged on Penelope's arm, guiding her towards the bed.

Penelope was breathless in the arms of Mistress Payge. "I adore you, Mistress."

"That is quite a turnaround from our first meeting," Payge Replied.

"I am sorry for that. I didn't understand."

"But now you do?" Mistress Payge asked.

Penelope nodded as Payge's lips descended again. "Yes, mistress."

Payge's fingertips danced across Penelope's body, tracing her curves in anticipation. "You will do whatever I ask?"

Penelope trembled, her body alive with sensation. "Yes, Mistress."

"Without question?" Payge raised her head to look into Penelope's eyes.

"Yes, Mistress."

Payge smiled and began to unbutton Penelope's shirt. "Then let us begin." Piece by piece, Payge removed Penelope's clothing, trailing kisses along her bare skin as she went. The shirt went first, thrown carelessly to the floor. Her lace bra, which had been struggling to contain her ample bosoms, was the next garment to find itself recklessly consigned to the pile.

Penelope watched with fascinated anticipation as Payge began to slowly expose her body. She giggled as Payge nuzzled and licked her breasts. Payge could not seem to kiss her magnificent tits enough.

Then Mistress slowly peeled off each stocking, inhaling the sweet perfume as she dropped them into the growing pile. Finally, she released Penelope's skirt until she was left wearing nothing more than a pair of diaphanous silk panties.

Penelope felt the heat rising deep inside her core as her mistress' fingers traced the curves of her body. She gasped as Payge pulled her closer. She shook and shivered as if terrified.

"Do not worry my pet, you are completely safe," her Mistress murmured as she nipped lightly at the girl's neck. "You will experience everything I desire of you, and you will do anything I command. You will feel only what I wish. And that will be heaven beyond words."

Penelope still trembled with need as her Mistress' hands explored every inch of her body. The sensation was tantalizing and Penelope found herself melting further into her Mistress' embrace.

"I want to make you ache in anticipation, Penelope." Payge breathed into her ear, her lips brushing Penelope's neck. "Make you beg for my touch."

Penelope shivered, her skin erupting with goosebumps.

"Do you want that Penelope?" Payge said.

"Yes, Mistress."

Penelope's marrow boiled as Payge slowly stroked her, her body tingling with anticipation. She could feel all of her senses alive and awake, ready to receive whatever her Mistress had in store for her.

Payge removed Penelope's wispy panties, her fingertips tracing circles on Penelope's inner thighs. Penelope moaned, her body shaking with arousal, and Payge smiled as Penelope begged for more.

"What do you want Penelope?" Payge whispered, her breath tickling Penelope's neck.

"You Mistress," Penelope whimpered, her heart pounding in her chest.

"You are a true treasure," Payge said as she lowered herself onto Penelope.

Payge's hands caressed and teased, lingering on certain places until Penelope was unable to suppress her cries of rapture. Mistress Payge whispered words of encouragement and adoration until she sensed Penelope reach her peak.

Once the sensitivity had ebbed away, Penelope opened her eyes and saw a satisfied smile on her Mistress' face. She realized that she would do anything to experience that sweetness again. The knowledge made her shiver with delight.

"You are mine," Payge said firmly, her voice full of authority. "You will do whatever I command."

"Yes, Mistress," Penelope whispered, nodding

Penelope felt her body shudder as Mistress Payge caressed her face, their kiss lingering between them. She could feel the rising exhilaration begin to engulf her as Payge planted slow, passionate kisses down her neck, and along the bare skin of her chest.

Their lips met hungrily, Payge moving her hands over Penelope's body. Penelope submitted to her mistress' touch, feeling the overwhelming euphoria, knowing she was nothing but Payge's obedient slave.

Payge slowly moved her lips downwards, her tongue lavishing Penelope's neck. Penelope followed her mistress' instructions intuitively, her body relaxing into the bed as Payge's gentle touch worked its way to her breasts.

"What do you want from me?" Penelope asked, her breath growing heavy as the sensations increased.

"You know what I want," Payge said in a low, seductive voice.

Penelope groaned as Payge's touch moved lower, her fingers exploring Penelope's most intimate parts as she teased her mercilessly. Penelope's body was alive with heavenly sensations, but she had no choice but to wait as her mistress played her like an instrument.

"Yes, Mistress," Penelope gasped, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

Payge smiled, her hands still exploring Penelope's tingling flesh. She closed her eyes as she savored the feeling. "I want to lick you, Penelope. Your delicious pussy and your tight little asshole. Do you want that?"

Penelope shuddered in anticipation. She hadn't been touched like this since she and Kyle had made love just before he betrayed her to Mistress Payge, and the delicious feelings were overwhelming. "Yes, Mistress," she breathed.

"Wait a moment. You must be prepared for an interaction this intimate. Let me show you the real reason I call it the tendril machine. I'll activate the datadias." Mistress Payge said.

"This is the ritual purification algorithm," Payge began. She slowly knelt beside Penelope, caressing her bare skin with her fingertips. "My dear slave, I am going to cleanse you in preparation for your servitude to me. You will feel the tendrils of the DataDias wrapping around you, sending waves of soothing relaxation throughout your body. I want you to be completely at ease, knowing that you have been cleansed and that you may do anything to satisfy my carnal desires without worry and without regret."

Ritual Purification

Penelope's senses were heightened as the DataDias's tendrils wrapped around her body, slowly and deliberately, like the hands of an experienced lover. She shivered in anticipation as the tendrils of the datadias began to curl and coil around her body, binding her arms to her side. She gasped and tensed as the device began to delicately sponge her engorged pussy, then laving her asshole with its moist satiny surface. Vibrations pulsed through her body that sent her into deep relaxation. Her skin tingled and her muscles loosened as she surrendered in amazement, captivated by Payge's presence.

"There, now you can relax, Penelope." Mistress Payge said in a gentle voice. "You are powerless to resist me, and will do whatever I tell you."

As more and more tendrils emerged from the datadias, Payge moved around to Penelope's front, kneeling in front of her. Her eyes were smoldering and her lips slightly parted, revealing her erotic desire. She looked directly at Penelope and her gaze was penetrative, as if looking deep into Penelope's soul. "Do you understand that this is your ritual purification?" Payge asked. "I am going to possess every intimate secret corridor of your pleasure."

"Every part of you will be mine, my dearest." Mistress Payge said, her breath hot against Penelope's ear.

Penelope nodded, not knowing what was coming. Still, the anticipation built within her as she waited for her mistress to take her.

The tendrils of the DataDias moved slowly and gracefully, yet with a sense of purpose, and she felt them reaching out and lightly touching her body as if searching for something. Every part of Penelope's body throbbed as the tendrils slithered up and down her body, climbing ever higher toward her intimate parts. Penelope realized that she would soon give up her anal virginity and sanctity to this amazing machine.

The tendrils slowly wrapped around her body, caressing her skin and sending a swell of euphoric sensations through her veins. Penelope tensed her whole body as the tendrils slowly moved downwards. One of the tendrils was slowly making its way toward her most secret of places -- her asshole. Her heart slammed harder in her chest as the tendril wrapping her waist slowly made its way around her buttocks and towards the entrance of her forbidden opening.

It was then that the probe entered her body. The tendrils snaked deep within her, sliding into her most private parts with a smooth, almost caressing touch. She imagined that they were drawn to her channel like a moth to a flame, seeking out her tightest and most guarded area. She gasped as they penetrated her depths and spread throughout her inner erogenous zones.

A deep warmth surged through Penelope's body as the tendrils worked their way even deeper, teasing even more sensitivity from her overloaded nervous system. Her body responded to the tender touch of the probe as it explored all of her crevices and creases. Penelope experienced a strange sort of carnality as her most secret desires and fantasies were unlocked and brought to the surface.

The sight of the datadias probing Penelope's delicate body filled Mistress Payge with deep desire. She watched in awe as the tentacles gently moved across her lover's curves, each one a separate and distinct sensation. Penelope was whimpering in fervor at the touch of the device, and her mistress enjoyed a deep thrill running through her body knowing that she had given Penelope such sweet gratification.