I Want to Play a Game

"I am a doctor at the local hospital."

Once more the light was green and Mandy was half way to freedom. Her pulse began to race with anticipation that the ordeal may soon be over. However, she almost choked on her optimism as she tried to read out the next line:

"B...b...but in the evenings I moonlight as a s...s...stripper at T...T...Tom's Titty H...House to make some extra c...cash." She stuttered, unable to quite come to terms with what she was having to say.

As she feared the light turned red. She felt a small shock in her fingers but it was hardly noticed seeing as Mandy was preoccupied with the contraption extending towards her pussy. Her optimism now quashed, she awaited the next line with dread:

"I love to sh..show my titties to the customers. It m...makes me feel s...sexy." She again stammered.

Once more the light flashed red and the dread machine again moved closer. She also again felt a slight shock run through her from her fingers. It was more noticeable this time though as it almost felt kind of good. Mandy shook the feeling off as a result of nervousness, desperately trying to compose herself for the next line:

"Sometimes I like to f...fuck the more generous customers as a thank you present. It's the least I c..can do."

A tear ran down her eyes as Mandy realized freedom was ebbing away from her. As she expected the light turned red and the device trod its unwavering path towards her. This time the shock was even more pronounced and the small jolt of pleasure that shot through her was unmistakable. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, but she couldn't let herself he taken over by yet another distraction. She had to at least try and focus on her lines:

"Sometimes I will even fuck two or three customers at a time. I wouldn't want anyone going home disappointed."

Mandy had managed to not stutter but she knew she still lacked conviction. In vain she looked over to the lie detector, silently pleading that it might turn green. As she had feared and expected though, the red light shone again and the tip of the sibian was just a metre away from her exposed cunt. Another bolt of pleasure had also ripped through Mandy's soul, again stronger than the last. Her heart was pounding strongly although whether it was from fear or desire she could no longer be sure. She was playing a game that she was rapidly losing. The device was now within touching distance (had her feet not been strapped to a chair.) with the head of the mechanical shaft, sizing up her pussy. It gleamed in the artificial light of the room. She took a deep breath and waited for her line:

"I love cock, I think I may quit my job at the hospital to work at the Titty House full time. Then I can get all the juicy cock that my whore cunt begs for."

Mandy tried her best but she just couldn't bring herself to sound convincing. She knew what was at stake but still she couldn't find the mindset to allow her to believe the line enough to make it hers. As expected the light went red sending a massive surge of euphoria sweeping through her, causing her to emit an audible sigh despite herself. The device then clicked into gear and made its final extension, nestling, just as the tape had promised, on the mouth of her pussy. As the cold shaft pressed against her cunt lips, Mandy realized that she was wet. The motive of the shocks was clear to her now, it allowed her cunt to be fully lubricated for the impending penetration.

Everything now rested on the next line. Mandy tried to summon all her inner strength to focus on projecting a Barbie girl persona to the detector. She had to become a role, to act like she had never acted before. With images of pop princesses and teen movie actresses in her head, she waited for what could be her final line:

"I love being a whore. It was what I was born to be. Whether a man is cumming l over my titties of pumping my ass from behind, I cannot help but squeal and moan. Just the thought of a rock hard cock throbbing between my legs is enough to make me wanna cum. I wish I could find a group of men who could use and abuse me like the slut I am."

Mandy knew it had been better, her voice had been perky and she almost sounded like she had meant it. The moments waiting for that light to change seemed to be taking an eternity. Every ounce of the mind was willing the light to turn green. Then, to her horror, the light was red. A voice echoed throughout the room:

"GAME OVER!"

"No!" Screamed Mandy, as the machine began to rev up. "You can't do this to me, that was good, the line was good! You'll never get away will this, you'll n..."

Mandy's protests were cut short by the sibian head burrowing deep into her cunt. As the video faded to black Mandy's screams of protest turned to cries of euphoria and orgasmic moans. Soon the sound had died down. Replaced by an image of the now all too familiar Barbie puppet:

"Congratulations on getting this far." It said in its undecipherable voice. "Lets just hope you have more success than young Mandy did. However you still have a long way to go. These videos are just to let you know you are on the right track, think of them as bedtime stories if you will. They contain no clues to your devices' code; you already know what that is. Keep playing, you are doing well."

TO BE CONTINUED...