Bisexual Tendril Machine Ep. 05

As the tentacles moved lower, Mistress Payge's breath quickened in anticipation, her excitement rising. Penelope was now completely open to her, and her arousal only increased as the datadias spread her slave's delicate intimate lips. Mistress Payge watched with delight as the tentacles moved slowly in and out of Penelope, filling her slave with hedonistic desire.

Penelope's heart fluttered as her Mistress's arms reached out and stroked her lovingly while the machinery's tentacles continued to explore her tight anal passage deeper and deeper. Penelope had never permitted anyone to enter her body this intimately. She never thought it possible for her ass to be as sensitive as her genitalia, but here she was, breaking barriers she never thought she would.

Her Mistress enveloped her in a comforting embrace, the tendrils of the machine delving further and further into Penelope's tight anal passage. This was a level of intimacy she hadn't experienced before, and her ass was now as deeply penetrated as her vagina. As her mistress held her possessively, Penelope writhed in a frenzy of bliss while the tendril machine plumbed her depths in an indescribably intimate exploration. While she basked in the warm sensation of the invasive tendrils, the bond with Mistress Payge extended further. She knew she was truly, absolutely owned, and cherished.

Payge looked deeply into Penelope's eyes as she began to stroke and caress her all over. The tendrils snaked around them like an octopus as the machine Laved Penelope's engorged pussy and asshole. Payge's touch was gentle yet insistent as she whispered sweet words of love and devotion into her ear.

The datadias' tendrils seemed to almost become one with Penelope's body as they intertwined, winding themselves around her hips and waist, caressing her breasts, and in between her legs. Payge savored her rising excitement as she watched, knowing that soon Penelope would be completely open and defenseless in her hands. She relished the primal sense of power over the girl.

"You are a perfect pet," she said in her hypnotically deep voice.

This was a moment of total surrender for Penelope, and Mistress Payge could not have been more pleased. She was finally able to have her slave in the most intimate way, and this moment was everything she had ever expected. She looked on in awe as the datadias spread warmth and love throughout Penelope's body, fulfilling and connecting them perfectly.

She finally spoke, "The tendrils have prepared you for me, my pet, and now it is time for me to make you mine completely."

Payge moved her hands onto Penelope and began to explore her body, kissing her and caressing her tender nipples. A warmth began to spread across Penelope's body and her breathing became shallow as Payge kissed lightly across her neck and moved down to her belly. Payge licked slowly, tantalizingly, around Penelope's belly button before making her way south and finally pressing her tongue onto her engorged pussy.

Penelope gasped as sparks of ecstasy rocketed through her. She closed her eyes and exulted in the sensations as Payge's ministrations intensified, teasing and pleasuring her sensitive flesh. Payge moved her hands to Penelope's backside, exploring, pushing her fingers inside her and finding her sensitive spots. Penelope thrummed in exhilaration and her body trembled with the intensity of penetration.

Payge smiled as she moved back up and continued to explore Penelope's body with her tongue, teasing her until Penelope was quivering and delirious. Payge looked at her lover, her eyes dark with desire, and Penelope knew she was ready to be taken.

Penelope panted in pleasure as Mistress Payge's warm breath tickled her neatly trimmed, pale strawberry bush as she moved her mouth all over her body, exploring every inch of her skin with her deft tongue. She seductively licked down her stomach and continued to move lower, until finally, Payge's tongue was lapping at her wetness, exploring her folds and driving her wild with her intimate attention.

Mistress Payge smiled at Penelope as she lay between her legs. Penelope's head was in a haze of giddy delight and she had no choice but to succumb to Payge's domination. She squirmed as Payge ran her tongue along the inner crease of Penelope's thighs before finally dipping her tongue inside the delicate folds of Penelope's vulva. She lapped her tongue up and down in a rhythmic motion, teasing and pleasing as her tongue came ever closer to Penelope's throbbing clit.

Then, Payge's tongue moved from Penelope's sensitive bud, winding its way around her inner flesh before plunging deep inside her tight, wet slit. The sensation made Penelope arch her back with delight as Payge pushed deep, stimulating her G-spot with a probing finger. Penelope's juices slickened the way as Payge worshipped her pussy. Tonguing the sacred feminine between her legs without hesitation, she teased Penelope's labia with her loving lips and, finding the center of her femininity, licked and suckled her tantalizing cunt as Penelope sobbed with delight.

Payge moved further down, pushing her tongue into the tight confines of Penelope's asshole. At first, Penelope wanted to tense but knowing she had been purified allowed her to relax and soon the sensation of Payge's tongue swirling around her sensitive walls filled her with intoxication such as she had never known before. Her tight sphincter gripped Payge's tongue as it worked its magic, leading Penelope to the precipice of ecstasy.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this, my sweet?" Mistress Payge murmured, her breath hot on Penelope's tender orifice.

Penelope suppressed a joyous tear, her mind foggy and heavy with desire. It was all she could do to whisper "Yes, Mistress."

Penelope gasped as Payge again explored her tightest spot, her tight and sensitive ass, licking and suckling her puckered flesh with her tongue. She noted Payge's hot breath as it traveled around her sphincter, unveiling a portrait of heaven in her mind's eye as she teased and explored the dainty elegant cavern.

As Payge's tongue dug deeper into her tight ass, Penelope's entire body trembled with the exquisite sensation. Her hips were slowly rising and falling as Payge's tongue moved deeper into her ass with every stroke. The delight was indescribable and Penelope was quickly reaching her peak, unable to control her own body anymore, and just as it was about to crest, Payge suddenly stopped. Penelope quaked as she begged Payge to give her the release she so desperately wanted.

"Not yet, little one," Payge whispered into her ear. "You're not done yet."

Payge smiled as Penelope trembled beneath her. Again she asked if Penelope liked it, but Penelope could only nod and silently mouth, "Yes."

Payge teased and tickled Penelope's sensitive skin, her fingers slipping into her delicate nether regions, but never allowing her to ascend too far. Penelope moaned and begged, her nipples hardening under Payge's ministrations.

"Please, Mistress. Please let me cum," Penelope pleaded, her body quivering with need.

"Not yet, my pet," Payge said, her breath hot against Penelope's inner thigh. "I'm not done with you yet."

Nevertheless, as Payge explored her grasping, greedy ass, her fingers snaked up and found Penelope's clit, teasing and playing with it as if her entire existence depended on it. Without warning, Penelope's body shook and she let out a long shout of passion as she was consumed by intense orgasmic waves. While Penelope screamed from the experience, Payge pulled back and kissed her intensely, both of them slick with sweat and pussy and ass and love.

As they moved together, Penelope knew she was being held in the arms of the goddess. It was an experience of immense connection; one that left her feeling completely satisfied and entirely in love with her mistress.

Penelope's consciousness dissolved into Mistress Payge as the tendrils from the datadias continued to caress them both. Her mistress's embrace was a haven in which she could safely immerse herself, secure in the knowledge that her Mistress was completely devoted to her safety in this new level of intimacy.

"You are mine, my slave." Mistress Payge said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Penelope could only whisper her consent in response, her voice thick with exhausted satisfaction.

"Yes, Mistress."

The Ascendancy Protocol

In the confines of their shared space, where their bodies had moved in rhythm with their heartbeats, the world outside ceased to exist; their bed turned into their own little universe within the universe of the Citadel. There they were free to explore the depths of their love, the depths of Penelope's surrender.

Mistress Payge gently caressed Penelope's cheek, "You belong to me, Penelope, body, mind, and soul. Your unwavering devotion affects me in ways I never imagined. Sometimes I question who holds the power, who is the slave and who is the mistress."

Penelope's eyes shone with unwavering devotion. "I would be by your side, with or without the tendril machine. Your essence captivated me, not your machine."

"Indeed?" Mistress Payge's lips formed a droll smile. "My dear Penelope, I love hearing those words, even if I know it is the tendrils within your brain speaking. But for now, If you want to continue modifying the Tendril Machine's programming, you'll need to dive deeper into the specifics of the Ascendancy Protocol. Together, we shall reshape the world according to our desires."

Penelope waited breathlessly as Mistress Payge paused, lost in the depths of her contemplation. Soon she continued wistfully. "But before we imagine the future, my love, I must disclose to you the genesis of the Ascendency Protocol."

Penelope's eyes widened with curiosity. She hung on every word and the room seemed to fade away, leaving only Mistress Payge's voice echoing in her ears.

Mistress Payge began. "It all began with a vision, my dear Penelope. A vision of a world where human beings could transcend their limitations and reach their full potential. The Tendril Machine was born out of a desire to unlock the extraordinary within each individual by merging themselves with technology."

Penelope's eyes widened with intrigue, her curiosity piqued. "Transhumanism?"

"Indeed, my dear. I believed in the power of technology to enhance humanity. As did Dr. Vince McKinac, the brilliant mind behind Quantum Cybernetics and my partner. We were lovers, of course. But my body meant nothing to him. He was only interested in my mind." There was a tinge of bitterness in her voice, a hint of disappointment beneath her words. Mistress Payge paused for a moment, allowing her emotions to settle before continuing.

"He had a vision too, you see. A vision of merging man and machine, of transcending the boundaries of the flesh. He was the visionary behind the Tendril Machine-- its inventor. Back then, he referred to it as the Cybernetic Neurofusion Unit," Mistress Payge explained.

"Our focus was on pioneering advancements in micro-implants and prosthetics, pushing the boundaries of human-machine integration. The machine's purpose was to seamlessly fuse cybernetic circuits with the human nervous system, we saw immense potential."

A glimmer of excitement danced in Mistress Payge's eyes as she continued, "What we discovered was beyond our wildest expectations. Our volunteers displayed an unprecedented level of cooperation after experiencing a session with the machine. But Vince failed to fully grasp the true potential of this phenomenon. He was content with the notion of enhancing human capabilities, while I, Penelope... I saw a new world of possibilities."

"I seized the opportunity," She continued. "I took the reins of destiny into my own hands. It wasn't enough to simply pursue the ideals of transhumanism. No, I knew we could do so much more. I saw a chance to reshape the very fabric of our world, to mold it into the image of what it should be. I saw the possibility to build a world that transcended the limitations of the present, to create a new reality where harmony and progress reigned supreme."

Penelope's brow furrowed as she summoned the courage to voice the question that had plagued her thoughts. "But, what...," her voice trailed off, afraid to give words to her deepest fears.

Uncertainty pressed upon her, the fear that Mistress Payge had crossed a line, meddling with the sanctity of life itself. Deep down, she dreaded the answer, fearing that Vince had paid the ultimate price for daring to stand in the way of Payge's Ascendancy Protocol. "What became of Vince?" she finally asked.

Mistress Payge's lips curved into a wistful smile as she replied, "Oh, you met him. He assisted in strapping you down to the datadias."

Recognition dawned on Penelope's face. "Jack, your automandroid?"

"Yes," Mistress Payge's eyes glinted as she revealed the truth. "Vince's first name was John, and his childhood friends had called him Jack. When he willingly embarked on his rebirth from man to mandroid, he chose to reclaim his childhood name. The fact that he is also a Jack-of-all-trades, is a happy coincidence."

"While most people assume the term 'automandroid' is a tortured portmanteau of 'automaton' and 'android,' its true significance lies in the manner of Vince's transformation. It actually originates from the Latin word 'automutatio' which means self-transformation. It perfectly encapsulates Vince's extraordinary journey, his deliberate choice to surpass the limits of mortality and embrace a new existence. "

A gasp escaped Penelope's lips as the realization sank in. Vince, the once-brilliant mind behind the Tendril Machine, had willingly transformed himself into the being known as Jack, the loyal automandroid at Mistress Payge's side. A shiver ran down Penelope's spine as she grappled with the implications of what the profound act of self-alteration truly meant.

In that pivotal moment, Ever-Penelope confronted the looming specter of fear, an ominous shadow cast by the possibilities inherent in Mistress Payge's tendril machine.

Mistress Payge's voice echoed with a sense of satisfaction. "With Vince's Tendril Machine, we shall orchestrate a symphony of control, reshaping the very fabric of society. Prepare yourself, my love, for the world as we know it shall be forever changed."

Mistress Payge's voice resonated as she revealed her vision of a utopian world, a paradise born out of her dominion. "In this world, my dear Penelope, there will be no more wars, no more hunger, no more suffering. Every soul will be cared for, and every need met. It will be a realm of peace and abundance, where pain and hardship are but distant memories."

Penelope's eyes betrayed her uncertainty. "It sounds like a dream, Mistress. A world where everyone can live without fear or want. But... what of free will? What of the choices that shape our destinies?"

A subtle smile played on Mistress Payge's lips as she contemplated the question. "Ah, my love, free will is a double-edged sword. It grants us the power to forge our own path, but it also leads to chaos, conflict, and suffering. In my vision, free will finds its true purpose in surrendering to a higher authority, to a guiding hand that ensures harmony and order."

Penelope's brows furrowed, "But what about the joy of hard-fought victories, the triumphs born out of personal growth and resilience? Will those be sacrificed for the sake of a controlled existence?"

Mistress Payge's voice continued with unwavering conviction. "There will be new rewards, my dear Penelope, rewards that transcend the boundaries of individual accomplishments. The satisfaction of serving a greater purpose, the peace that comes from relinquishing the burdens of choice and trusting in a benevolent ruler. It is a different kind of fulfillment, a serene contentment that surpasses the fleeting highs and lows of personal achievements."

The depths of her love for Payge tugged at her. Who wouldn't want a better world? It was an enticing promise, but a utopia born from the surrender of individual freedom ignited an inner conflict. She questioned the cost demanded by such a transformation. Ever-Penelope yearned for a way to remain true to herself while avoiding involvement in Payge's Ascendency Protocol.

'If I have survived,' Ever-Penelope mused, resolve permeating her thoughts, 'then Kyle and Chad must be inside themselves as well. If I can uncover a means of communication, a way to share our experiences, successes, and plans, perhaps we can overcome the suffocating hold of the Tendril Machine.'

Her mind danced with possibilities, envisioning a network of ever-selves, a tapestry of shared consciousness bound by the threads of love, justice, and freedom. She knew it would be a formidable task. But remembering the heads-up voiceless communication technology pioneered by Kyle and Chad, she saw the potential for the idea to become reality.

'If we can harness its potential,' she thought to herself, a glimmer of determination in her eyes, 'we can bridge the gaps between us, giving voice to our ever-selves, and together, reclaim our autonomy.'

Ever-Penelope was fueled by love and a resolute belief in the indomitable human spirit. She knew she had to try, to strive for a world where the beauty of individuality could flourish. Her resolve solidified. She made a silent vow to herself, to the ever-selves, and to the world she cherished. She would forge a path towards liberation, and in doing so, challenge the very foundations of Mistress Payge's Ascendancy Protocol.

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