xXGingeSlut357Xx: She clenched her jaw harder, sinking her teeth into the layered rubber of her bite-gag. She felt resistance from the metal bar that lay at its core to give it structure. Any other time she might've been worried about breaking a tooth, but right now, the only concern Kylie Griffin had was about the machine at her rear.
In her rear.
The thick, ridged probe had been driven hard into her 'twixt-cheek iris mere moments before, but it already felt like a lifetime she'd been speared open by alloy and polymer. She'd caught a glance of it in the reflection of the one-way glass ahead of her -- along with her own terrified, tear streaked face, makeup running -- moments before it had driven inside. Glowing blue and green. Neurostatic elements glowing hot. She'd only gotten that glance before it had jammed itself inside her wrinkled, virginal pucker.
Lubricant-free, the device was of partially-alien construction, which meant some of its elements were frictionless. But not all of them. The human elements were still bound by our laws of physics, and all that eased their passage was the buckets of nervous ass-sweat that ran between the goth's cheeks. It was a greasy, uncomfortable invasion to say the least. She had screamed into her gag.
But back in the present, A pulse ran through her body as the ridges drove deeper into her. It was a ridged construction, like several balls overlapping, pressed together, with three segmented square struts running up its length. Were it merely those frictionless alloy balls it might've just pushed into her and felt no worse than using the bathroom. But with those hard-edged titanium struts, it was agonizing.
Another pulse-- no, a shock -- ran through her as the device released an electrostatic charge into her rectum. Her vagus nerve, wrapped and coiled tightly around the length of her colon and squirming through her digestive tract, lit up like a dynamite fuse, and carried that sensation all the way up, up, up, to her spinal column, and into her brain. Normally the human body would not notice, or feel, nerve transmission. Nervous pain itself, nervous damage, would be dulled and translated into musculature, or tissue, pain.
Kylie felt every nanometer of it, as that disgustingly-coiled, gut-bound nerve was lit up like a signal flare and carried a querying, alien-constructed signal to her brain like a subway speeding from the Bronx to Manhattan. She groaned in disgust, fresh tears welling at the edge of her mascara-smeared eyelids.
They weren't just probing her anus to torture or humiliate her. It wasn't just a medical checkup. They wanted to figure out what she'd seen during that call-out. They wouldn't just trust her eyewitness testimony. They would drill it out of her eighteen-year-old body. Anally. Violently. Invasively. And at the end of it... well, she'd read enough conspiracy sites to know she wouldn't exactly leave with a copy of the info they'd stooped so low to get.
Choking back a sob, Kylie braced as she felt a vibration of servos roll up into her pelvic bone. The probe was getting ready to sink deeper, and fire off another sonar-like pulse.
But this time, it was getting ready to start really drilling as it did so.
The spin-motor fired into life.
Story by me, and pic by me, of course! Hope you enjoy this wacky crossover between two 1990s cartoons. I'm a freak.
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In her rear.
The thick, ridged probe had been driven hard into her 'twixt-cheek iris mere moments before, but it already felt like a lifetime she'd been speared open by alloy and polymer. She'd caught a glance of it in the reflection of the one-way glass ahead of her -- along with her own terrified, tear streaked face, makeup running -- moments before it had driven inside. Glowing blue and green. Neurostatic elements glowing hot. She'd only gotten that glance before it had jammed itself inside her wrinkled, virginal pucker.
Lubricant-free, the device was of partially-alien construction, which meant some of its elements were frictionless. But not all of them. The human elements were still bound by our laws of physics, and all that eased their passage was the buckets of nervous ass-sweat that ran between the goth's cheeks. It was a greasy, uncomfortable invasion to say the least. She had screamed into her gag.
But back in the present, A pulse ran through her body as the ridges drove deeper into her. It was a ridged construction, like several balls overlapping, pressed together, with three segmented square struts running up its length. Were it merely those frictionless alloy balls it might've just pushed into her and felt no worse than using the bathroom. But with those hard-edged titanium struts, it was agonizing.
Another pulse-- no, a shock -- ran through her as the device released an electrostatic charge into her rectum. Her vagus nerve, wrapped and coiled tightly around the length of her colon and squirming through her digestive tract, lit up like a dynamite fuse, and carried that sensation all the way up, up, up, to her spinal column, and into her brain. Normally the human body would not notice, or feel, nerve transmission. Nervous pain itself, nervous damage, would be dulled and translated into musculature, or tissue, pain.
Kylie felt every nanometer of it, as that disgustingly-coiled, gut-bound nerve was lit up like a signal flare and carried a querying, alien-constructed signal to her brain like a subway speeding from the Bronx to Manhattan. She groaned in disgust, fresh tears welling at the edge of her mascara-smeared eyelids.
They weren't just probing her anus to torture or humiliate her. It wasn't just a medical checkup. They wanted to figure out what she'd seen during that call-out. They wouldn't just trust her eyewitness testimony. They would drill it out of her eighteen-year-old body. Anally. Violently. Invasively. And at the end of it... well, she'd read enough conspiracy sites to know she wouldn't exactly leave with a copy of the info they'd stooped so low to get.
Choking back a sob, Kylie braced as she felt a vibration of servos roll up into her pelvic bone. The probe was getting ready to sink deeper, and fire off another sonar-like pulse.
But this time, it was getting ready to start really drilling as it did so.
The spin-motor fired into life.
Story by me, and pic by me, of course! Hope you enjoy this wacky crossover between two 1990s cartoons. I'm a freak.