#electrostimulation

Another short story i hope you all kinksters enjoy ;)

Tw: pretty sexual, lots of medical fetish

(Again, male protagonist and not self insert… or maybe yes hahaha)

Everything was foggy and distorted as i opened my eyes heavily. Took me a while to focus my gaze, i could only feel a thousand sensations going on in my body. When my heavy eyes finally cooperated… al i saw was a mirror above me.

What i saw was my naked reflection, completely covered by every apparatus you can imagine. My bare scalp was a mess of taped wires, i had tree tubes going into my nostrils plus a large nasal cannula also connected to it, three other tubes were in my mouth, it was all beauyifully taped to my cheecks and around my mouth. My chest was equally wired but it was definetly not as hardcore as what my sex looked like. My penis, with various stimulation electrodes sticked to it and a catheter, and my ass… my poor anus was connected to a huge electro plug, and equally tubed by another two tubes coming out. Surrounding the bed there were like a million different machines, all of which i was connected to. It was looking at the equioment when i realized there was a girl laying in a bed next to me. She looked exactly like me, tubes and wires and tape and machines going everywhere, i saw her pussy and anus in the reflextion, with the same electrodes stuffed into them. Just two big plugs with four wires hooked up to them base, plugging those sweet pleasureholes.

A voice came suddenly out of somewhere.

- so, now that we are prepped, ill start your treatment. You are going to receive different currents of electicity through the pleasure machines you are connected to, all while we study your fluids and adminidter different drugs. You are expected to be orgasming for a while during the duration of the trearment.

- Every orgasm you have connected to those machines is a step for science.

I could very much feel the pleasure in my holes. I quickly achieved orgasm, same as the other subject. I could see that all the tubes that came out of our bodies were interconected above us, wich i knew what meant, our fluids were being recicled.

A nurse came as i achieved my fourth orgasm, high from the drugs. She runned a soft hand theough the wires in my hair. I barely registered tho, everything felt far away and disconnected

- mhm such a good job… you are soo good… keep it going, juuust like that.

- mmmhm, your little pucker pulsating, she said tapping down into the wired plug.

She came back to my head, caressing me with a soothing hand, fixing the tubes in my nose, and adjusting the equipment around me.

I could clearly hear messy moans from my partner, laying in the bed next to me… that only got me even more aroused.

- Uuuu ill go to check on you now pretty girl, are those dry orgasms??? Sooo good, very good.

She left my side, going to attend the orgasming girl, just as my eyes rolled back and a wave of convulsions hitted my weak and drowsy body, loosing it everything in the pleasure.

You take a step back. Then another. And another. Your back hits cold steel.

It stands in front of you, impossibly quiet for its size, and reaches out to hold your neck in place. Polished metal limbs glint under the flickering industrial light overhead. It’s eye– if you could even call it that– is a slit of glowing blue humming softly like a bug trapped in a glass jar. It doesn’t speak. You’re not sure if it can. You try sidestepping, but its arm slides from your skin, barring your path abruptly. You knew this would happen when you came here alone.

Its free hand trails lower, cold fingertips running from your collarbone to your chest. Its digits stop right over a nerve-dense spot below your ribs, close to your waist. Organic nervous systems are so much easier to manipulate, you’re sure it’s thinking as it presses down on the skin there and watches it concave around the touch.

A sudden jolt– a sharp, precise zap, perhaps– hits beneath your skin, right where it’s pressing. It’s not painful, but it's certainly not pleasurable either; it's a third thing, a surge that runs through your nerves, from your torso to your arms and thighs to your fingertips and toes. Your knees wobble. You’re on high alert.

You realize what it’s doing now, it’s testing you. It’s observing your reaction to its actions, better yet, it's liking them. 

Another jolt. Higher this time, just beneath your ribcage, pressing into the bone. You suck in a breath and squirm, but it pins you harder against the wall. The pressure releases from your neck as its hands roam again, probing, searching for the perfect cluster of nerves to exploit. Tell me where it hurts or I’ll find it myself, it’s thinking.