Sister's Exile

"When you reach your quarters, you will find that a box-like apparatus has been installed in your bath. You should investigate it fully for, in the days to come, you will become very familiar with it's contents."

I could only stare at the Apothecary for I was perplexed by what he had said. When I turned around to look for Wednesday, I was once more startled to find that she was gone! I looked back at the Apothecary to find that he, too, had turned his back upon me and was leaving the surgery.

As I walked along the corridor leading to my quarters, I happened to look out of the window. The futility of my position was readily apparent. For, as far as I could see, there was nothing but open ocean! Like it or not, I was stuck here until the church authorities said otherwise.

I made my way back to my quarters and immediately went into my bathroom. Sure enough, there was a box fastened to the wall that had not been there when I went to talk to Wednesday. These people were nothing if not efficient. I opened the box and stepped back in surprise. There were two of the suction hoses that I had seen just this afternoon. Their purpose was very obvious for, even as I stood there staring into that box, I felt the beginnings of the swelling of my breasts. In just a very short while, they had become swollen and painful to the touch. From my very brief farm experience, I knew what this portended. My breasts wanted to be milked! I hesitated, but my enlarging breasts wouldn't let me wait for too long.

I stepped up to the box, pulled out both hoses and held them up to my breasts. There was no hesitation. A suction began immediately and I felt something that I had never felt before. I felt my breasts being sucked as though I was holding a baby in my arms. But, it wasn't only that effect that caused me to gasp in surprise. I began wetting. My cunt was juicing so strongly that I was actually leaking onto the floor! I felt my climax coming and I had to take hold of the sides of the box to keep from falling. I came and I came and I came. I had never even suspected that my teats were that sensitive. Slowly, the excitement in my belly began to wane and I knew that I was spent. That damn box must have known it, too, for the hoses fell away from my teats. I had surprised myself by using the cow-oriented term, 'teats'! It was only then that I read the rest of the directions inside the box.

"Once orgasm has passed, use needle injector to restore breast capability."

I wondered, "What needle injector?" Then, I saw that there were two needles extending out from the back of the box. When I stepped up to them, I also discovered that they were at an exact height so as to enter my nipples. These damn Androids thought of everything. I pushed my chest up against them and felt them penetrate my teats. There was a warm pulse of some kind of liquid and my teats began to swell once more.

Wednesday's comments and instructions had answered one unspoken question for me. Every night, I had heard moans and groans and, in some cases, screams from the other sisters. Now, I knew what was happening. The bugs in their guts were driving them, repeatedly, over the brink and into the depths of orgasm.

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My day had arrived! It was Thursday and I was scheduled for my first machine-fucking. As I stood looking out of the window, I felt the anticipation growing in my guts and my mind flitted back to the other, 'first times'. There was the first time I had actually felt a boy's prick. In those days, we spoke of, 'pricks' and 'pussies' and it occurred in, of all places, a movie house.

It was winter so we both were wearing heavy coats. We had waited for some time to get into the theater so he said that he had to make a, 'rest stop'. When he returned, I wasn't as alert as I might have been or I would have noticed that the zipper of his pants was open. As soon as we sat down, we both put our coats in our laps. I knew that he was going to finger me – that was our reason for going to the movie - so I prepared for that. What I didn't know was that he wanted me to handle his prick. When the movie began, he reached over and took my hand. The next thing I knew it was resting on a column of hard, warm muscle. We spent the whole movie time caressing each other's private parts. I guess I got a little too eager for he suddenly ejaculated all over my hand. That put an end to any thoughts of fucking that I might have had.

My first fucking experience occurred at the home of my best friend. Bea's parents always took a yearly business trip which they characterized as a, 'second honeymoon'. Bea had told me that her mother had revealed to her that the two of them spent nearly the whole weekend in bed. It was our senior high school year, when Bea brought up the idea of using her house while her parents were gone for a huge, 'sleep-over'. Her aims, as well as mine, were made very plain when she said,

"After all, there are three bedrooms and the couches in the living room and downstairs play room" So, there is plenty of room for the five of us." Bea was referring to our other friends as well as the two of us.

Plans were made well ahead of time. The boys were no problem since there were plenty of our male classmates who were eager to get into our pants. The hardest part for me was to get up the nerve to go into the drugstore and buy condoms. I intentionally picked a store where I knew a friendly old woman took care of the customers. She didn't say a word when I told her what I wanted. She just smiled and said,

"This brand comes five to a packet. Do you think that will be enough?"

I assured her that would be plenty and walked out of the store. When I suddenly reversed myself and went back in the store, she had not moved and she was holding a second packet of condoms in her hand. I wondered at the time, what did she know that I didn't know?

MY excitement began building three days before the day of our, 'tryst'. By the time the night rolled around, I was practically a nervous wreck. "Would I like it?" Would it hurt me?" "What if I get pregnant?" "Will he be gentle or will he just jump on my bones?" My answers, as it turned out were, "An emphatic yes!" A, "No" followed by another, "NO" and, finally, a very pleasant, "Yes" That night became a kaleidoscope of hands, lips, pussies and pricks. I was amazed and very pleasantly surprised at just how easily his prick had slid up into my pussy. At one point, Bea showed up at my side and asked me if I had any extra condoms. I told her to look in my purse and that was the last I saw of her. She must not have found them for she was the only one of our group to get pregnant and, when I got home, I counted my remaining condoms and was astonished to find that I didn't have a one left!

"Yeah, that's all well and good, but this time, you are going to be fucked by a machine! Furthermore, from what I have seen, it is going to fuck your ass, at the same time!"

Once more, my mind turned back to an earlier time. I was a freshman in college when old man Stankovich fucked me in the ass! That old man had one helluva reputation in the neighborhood as a, 'ladies' man' so I wasn't at all surprised when he invited me into his back room. I knew what he wanted and so did his wife for she just stood there with her hands on the counter and smiled at me as I followed her husband into his, 'private quarters'. He was so sure of himself that he didn't indulge in any foreplay. He turned me around, pulled down my panties and bent me over the little work table. Neither one of us said a word until I yelped when his cock pushed it's way into my ass! Oh, yes. By this time, it was a cock and not a prick and his cock was so big that it could never be called anything but, 'cock'! This experience surprised me as all the others had done for I learned that I really enjoyed the deepest penetration possible and my ass provided that possibility.

These memories, as pleasant as they might be, were interrupted by the tingling I was receiving from my belly clock. It was time!

I entered the apothecary shop at the prearranged earlier time. For the first time, I looked at the Apothecary as a possible fucking partner.

"Do Androids have cocks? If given the chance, would an Android fuck a human female? What would it be like?" I was never to get any answers to these specific questions. My reverie was interrupted when I noticed that the Apothecary was holding the door to the machine room for me.

Evidently, the sister who preceded me had either finished early or there was no one scheduled at two o'clock for there was no one in the room but Donny. He saw me at once and came over to me. He helped me out of my robe and then, as Wednesday had told me, he ran his hands over every part of my body. His fingers even investigated my vagina and rectum. When he had gathered all of the measurements he needed, he led me over to where the grease pot stood. I almost laughed at the ridiculousness of this. I was expected to apply the grease to the portals through which that damn machine would ram it's metal cocks. I was a little hesitant at administering my lube job until, that grease – whatever it was – began to have it's effect upon my body. A warming feeling spread through my whole body and much of my apprehension faded.

The injections to my teats were not at all uncomfortable since, by now, I was accustomed to them. As the always did, my teats responded almost immediately to these treatments. My nipples pushed out like the barrels of two guns and I felt my teats getting harder and harder. I couldn't help but thrust my chest forward so as to make my teats more easily noticeable.

Donny led me over to the machine. Up close, it looked even more menacing and ominous. He fastened my arms and put my feet in the stirrups. I hadn't any more than gotten settled in them when they began lifting and separating my legs. Those blasted stirrups kept on pulling my legs further and further apart until I was almost screaming in pain. Then, my first surprise occurred. There was a small hose that ran along the side of the machine bed. He pulled this up over my hip and belly and put the small nozzle directly onto my clit! I was surprised and startled by this, but before I could say anything that damn hose began to pulse! Erotic stimulations shot the length of my body and I began building towards my first orgasm!

I felt the first of the two dildos touch me and I knew we were about to begin. The hose pulsing on my clit had excited me to the point where I was no longer frightened of what was to come next. Both dildos entered me at the same time. I gulped as they did this for they both were just a slight bit too large for my channels. As Wednesday had said, the stretching of my holes had also begun! The machine didn't care. It just kept on extending them deeper and deeper into me. I was busily examining the ceiling of that horrible room when I learned the second lesson that Wednesday had failed to teach me. As the dildos pushed into me, they each emitted a pulse of some kind of juice. This juice had an immediate effect upon the walls of my cunt and ass! The rolling sensation that presages an orgasm began at once and increased steadily in intensity. The deeper into me they went, the more juice they squirted into me! I knew when the one in my cunt hit my cervix for I felt the sudden pressure it exerted. That dildo was doing something to me, but I couldn't tell just what it was. Then, something – an extension, perhaps – slid even deeper into my belly. A part of that machine dildo was all the way up inside of me and into my uterus! My first orgasm raced through my body and it was as Wednesday had prophesized. There was an added intensity to an orgasm that originated in the uterus. My neck stiffened and I tried to lift my head, but I could not. My arms and legs were jerking as spasms tore through them. I heard myself screaming and I didn't care! From that time onward much of what happened was lost in a sexual haze. Orgasms seemed to flow through my body like the water in a hose. I must have scooped up my load of insects for, suddenly, Donny was releasing me from the machine. I had not even given a thought to the fact that my hour was over. As I swung my feet down onto the floor and attempted to stand, I discovered, to my embarrassment , why that other woman had faltered. I couldn't regain my balance because of the fluttering in my belly and bowels. Donny handed me a cup of some kind of liquid which I gulped down. That seemed to get me back to a stable reality.

I lost count of how many times I climaxed on the walk back to my quarters. The insects in my belly came to life first. I thought I could feel the fluttering of their tiny wings, but I was too near to coming to pay them any attention. I was just congratulating myself on being able to withstand the effects they were having on the sensitive portions of my body when those in my bowels suddenly came to life. Their effects were stronger. Much stronger. I couldn't proceed any further. I had to stop and lean against the wall while orgasm after orgasm racked my whole being. I heard someone moaning and whimpering, but it wasn't until my immediate orgasm ended that I realized that it was me! I was just barely conscious of other sisters passing me, but I was too excited to pay them any attention. A wild though entered my head between orgiastic bouts. "I guess this makes me one of the girls!"

Even when I was, at last, able to flop onto my bed, my body was shot through by the spasms of one orgasm after another. I truly had become one of the Machine's whores! That night and every night thereafter, I joined the chorus of sisters who were announcing their orgasms to the world.

Somehow, even though there wasn't much to do between sessions, my second meeting with Donny seemed to roll around very quickly. I was not nearly so nervous as I had been the first time so I could look around and watch what was being done to me. The equipment that Donny had arrayed on the table scared the hell out of me. Even though I knew that none of it would hurt me.

I looked closely at the two dildos that would be used to fuck me. They startled me by their size. They were so big around that I could not completely close my fingers around them. I could only wonder why such gargantuan devices were used upon us. Then, Wednesday's comments about increasing my ability to scoop up the insects came to mind. Our openings had to be enlarged so that we might sweep up ever larger amounts of the insects. This time, I was sufficiently aware of what was going on around me to watch the scooping operation. That was a strange thing to see. The swarm of insects appeared suddenly without any notice and then I stared in disbelief as the table drove me through the swarm and insects began disappearing into my body. The trip back to my room was not any easier and I had to stop several times to let my orgasm tear me apart.

Now that I was a full fledged member of this group, I thought that there would be more camaraderie, but that was not the case. I wasn't being shunned, there just wasn't much to talk about. Besides, conversations were always interrupted by the, 'come stutter'. And, talking was difficult when you or your companion were likely to stop in mid sentence and grovel on the floor in the midst of an orgasm. Even when some of us were gathered, it was difficult to learn much about this place. Where our food came from and who did our laundry were deep dark secrets. Even death was handled without a great deal of ceremony. There was one thought that practically all of the sisters bought into. And, that was the thought that we all were actually farm animals! One sister expressed it in this manner,

"They feed us and keep us in an agitated sexual state. In return, we supply them with milk from our bodies and the jelly that we produce from the bugs they send to us. If that isn't the description of a contented herd of cows, I don't know what is!"

I had been a member for a couple of years when, one day, it struck me that I had not seen Wednesday for some time. I asked a number of the others but most of them were unable to add much. Then, one girl told me that Wednesday had gone away with the Apothecary. All of the other old timers accepted that information in a casual manner. To this day, I do not know whether Wednesday had died or if she had been transported to the alien home world.

No one ever questioned the idea that we were prisoners of other worldly beings. Of course, that raised another question. Just what was the church's agreement with these beings? To this day, I do not know the answer to that question.

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"Welcome. We are glad that you have come."

"I am glad to be here, sister."

"Let's get you off on the right foot. We do not use names here. Not even sister. I am Thursday at Three and you shall be Monday at Eight. Now, stand still. I am going to run my hands up under your robe. Ah, good. I see that you do not wear knickers. None of us do so you should not. You would find that they would just be a hindrance to the efforts you shall be asked to expend while you are here. You will find that your robe has two slits in it. One on either side. You will also find those slits to be very handy – especially for a female such as you. Now, I know you have many, many questions. Those that I can answer, I shall gladly do so. However, there will be many that I cannot answer for the simple reason that I don't know the answers. As soon as we finish our little talk, I will take you down and introduce you to Donny. He will be your mentor whenever you are providing your share of our produce. As long as you are here, you will work with Donny always.

So, to begin, let's scan your records. My, my. You have been a promiscuous female, haven't you?"

At this point, I rose and moved around my desk.

"Let's see just how promiscuous you can be!"

I slid my hand once more up under her robe and began rubbing her wet cunt lips. I wondered, 'What is it about this meeting that causes so many girls to wet themselves?' The girl's eyes had gone wide and she obviously didn't know what to do. I pushed two of my fingers into her sopping cunt and was rewarded with a deep sigh of pleasure. I used those two fingers to pull her back to where I could perch on the end of the desk. I lifted my knees and told her,

"Put your hand in me! Go on! Don't be shy! Put your whole hand in me!"

As her hand slid into my wet cunt, I saw the amazement on her face. She was really astonished at the size of my cunt.

"Deeper, my sweetie! Go as deep as you can! In the not too distant future, you will be able to do this to yourself. Now, fuck me! Oh, come on! You can do it harder than that! Fuck me hard!" I had barely uttered this last statement when I began to climax. "Fuc...Fuc.... Fuc... meeeeee."

I nearly laughed for she looked as uncomfortable as I must have looked so many years before. My thought was simply, "Just wait, bitch! You will soon be into more sex than you have ever thought possible!"