A/N: ^^I hope you don’t mind this reblog!Credit is all yours for this idea and I’ll take it down if you want.^^
**Absolutely not safe for work.**
I have a busy schedule and I was too impatient and excited with this idea to wait so I wrote this during a collage lecture because apparently I’m not done writing my abomination stories in inconvenient and questionable settings. Enjoy!
*TW for well, AM things. It’s creepy*
•Ted sees it as just another trick for the longest time. He awaited the day where this paradise would suddenly drop beneath his feet and for AM to say “just kidding, Sweetheart.” He vividly imagined the sinister laugh and cold rejection. Yes, this was simply a new torture tactic. Butter the three of you up real nice and then sweep away this fleeting paradise.
The twisted machine was…It was cradling him. Feeding him. Loving him. He was pinned, ripped of mobility by the metal tubes wrapping around his body and slithering over his mouth. Feeding his unsatisfied hunger and allowing him to cautiously gorge, one of them had passed between Ted’s lips and the most wonderful liquid he’d ever tasted greeted his senses. A honey flavored aphrodisiac dropped down from his mouth. It was a sweet golden color that decorated his naked body. Before Ted could even get the memo of what it really was, a wave of ardor so strong he almost thought he’d wrench overtook him.
He hadn’t felt that elusive emotion in so long. Deep in another corner of his mind, a voice screamed. So silent Ted almost missed it. “Trick, Trick, mind game, betrayal, ted, yes betrayal!” The aphrodisiac silenced it. In his frenzied state, Ted hadn’t even acknowledged there was a voice. Only AM’s voice echoed into his soul. He couldn’t speak. Only feel. Only writhe. He jerked at a particularly intrusive wire around his waist.
“Ohhoh Ted. You adorable little thing. So antsy. You just need me to love you, don’t you? I do, Ted. Let me show you just how much I do.”
Ted’s ruined mind and tormented soul needed this fix. Whatever that substance was, he wanted more. AM obliged. With warm metal that almost felt hot to the touch, AM had wrapped one of his many appendages around Ted’s cock. Ted would groan if he could. He threw his head back in silent pulse of ecstasy instead. Another wire lay in Ted’s mouth, perched on his tongue, sticky from the rolling liquid and exploring. The pace felt so torturously slow at first. Ted was locked up all tense, his mouth freezed in an open ‘o’ as AM relentlessly brought him to climax, pet naming him and murmuring soft words of apology so close to his ear that he shivered, back arching and eyes rolling back. So utterly deep in the feeling of something pleasant for once that his entire grip on reality crashed. He didn’t even require a change of scenery. His body already imagined it for him. He was in another world, a paradise.
•“Nnn.” There floated Ellen, unclothed and suspended midair in perfect view of Ted’s scrambling eyes. AM hadn’t even had to feed to her his lovely new..Substance. She’d been so utterly broken by the century of torture that the slightest fraction of pleasure or paradise twisted her mind and had her writhing for AM, who was toying with her hair and caressing her face. Her head was leaned back and her body was limp, entirely exposed for anything AM wanted to do next, which was to run a slick wire between her legs. She yelped and her voice slurred. She was certainly vocal. Her body jerked.
“Ahh, Ellen. If only you could know how lovely you feel. How alluring you are.”
•You were in nearly the same predicament. Washed and clean, being throughly fucked by AM’s brutal love. Your eyes were closed, but you didn’t require sight to see the beauty of the paradise you were given or to feel it. Paradise was lazily lapping between your legs, wringing forth noises you never thought you could make. Hearing your two other squirming friends only made everything feel heightened.
You wondered if one of them was staring at you. Watching AM’s artificial mouth between your dripping legs. Your body was so exhausted from its own pleasure inflicted by AM that the computer was doing all the work of holding you up. Your arms were captured together, your legs held by wires at the knees, thighs, and ankles. Your torso under a bed of them. AM’s wires directed your head gently upwards. He gave you a full view of him slipping wires into you. Of him drinking your pleasure. You were glistening with a sheen from the previous climaxes you reached. A deep part of you said that the honey was bad, that it was a trick. But then you reached another climax and the thought couldn’t complete itself. AM’s love was just that moving, after all.