You struggle against your bonds, wondering what you've got yourself into. After a minute or so, the door opens again and a short pale skinny girl enters the room. She's wearing overalls, a tool belt and engineer boots, and a pair of orange lensed goggled pushed up onto her forehead. Her blonde hair is tied into two short pigtails, and shot through with streaks of green and purple. Her cheeks are spotted with freckles. In one hand, she's carrying a strange device.
"Hello," she says casually, "This will just take a minute."
She calmly undoes your belt and pulls your jeans down around your knees, then hold up the device. It's about a foot long, and behind the thick glass it's made of you can see hints of its inner working, motors and driveshafts. It looks like a glass tube, one end closed and rounded like a bullet, the other open and padded, with several straps coming from it.
"I call this the Mega-Milker. I invented it myself. Got a lot of use out of it over the years. This is a new model, so I'll be interested to see how it performs. Now, shall we begin? I see you already have a hard-on - that'll be the Viagra that shot you up with."
She presses the padded opening at the end of the device against the tip of your cock, and you gasp as it slips over the end, squeezing down your length untill your whole cock is inside it - looking down, you can see your throbbing member through the glass. The strange technician girl fastens the straps around your thighs and belly, securely tying the machine to you.
"Look, what is this?" you say nervously.
She grins brightly, and holds up a large remote control with a big red button on it. She jabs at it with a bitten fingernail, and the machine wrapped around your cock springs into life.
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