Sammi felt weak with relief. She’d been in need for so long now she’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have an orgasm. She wanted so badly to come that her knees went wobbly with the thought of it.
“I’m ready,” she said, looking at Roark. “Do it—strap me in.”
“With pleasure,” he growled softly. “Strip for me, Samantha. You must be completely naked and open for me. I need to watch every moment as you are fucked and inseminated.”
Sammi no longer made any protest when he told her to strip. Without a word, she shucked off her clothing and kicked it to the corner of the lab before turning to face him. She was wearing only the breast harness now, which kept her breasts erect while her nipples were bare.
“Good. Very good.” Roark nodded in approval. “Now let’s get you up on the table,” he remarked.
Lifting her as though she weighed next to nothing, he placed her, naked, on her hands and knees on the lighted table. The surface of the table was hard and cold and Sammi shivered, her nipples going tight with fear and anticipation as her breasts hung down enticingly like ripe fruit.
“Very good. Now, here…”
Quickly, he strapped her into the machine. There were hooks which matched with the small, sleek rings at the back of the breast harness at the top. At the bottom, was another kind of harness which fit around Sammi’s waist and thighs. A spreader bar between her legs kept them wide apart and a kind of platform under her lower belly tilted her hips up and out. There was only one piece missing now.
Looking over her shoulder, Sammi felt a shiver of apprehension as she contemplated the long black insemination arm which was pointed directly at her pussy. It was too short to reach her at the moment but that would change the moment the long, thick phallus she had chosen was fastened onto its end.
“Good.” Roark stood back to survey his work and nodded in satisfaction at the sight of Sammi strapped naked into his machine, on her hands and knees on the table.
“Roark, when—” Sammi began but he cut her off.
“As soon as I fill the reservoir with the opening compounds and fake seed,” he told her. “Just a moment—I’ll be right back.”
And before Sammi could protest, he had taken the thick black cock she had chosen to be fucked with back to another room of his lab, shutting the door behind him.
Sammi wriggled in the black harness, feeling like a fly in a spider’s web. Between her legs, her clit throbbed uselessly. The Goddess pearl shield between her thighs continued to tease her off and on, making her crazy with need. God, she needed to come so badly, needed to be fucked…
What was taking Roark so damn long?
Thirty
In the lab, Roark filled the top part of the phallus’s reservoir with the opening compound which would allow Sammi’s soft little pussy to stretch to accommodate its thickness. There was a warming mechanism inside which would keep the fluid at body temperature—which ran hotter for Kindred than for humans. It ought to feel extremely pleasurable to her when it coated the inside of her pussy.
Now that the precum was in, it was time to put in the actual “semen.” Not that the seed he was putting into the phallus actually had sperm in it. It was just a lubricating compound which could be substituted for semen in a pinch. Roark started to pour some into the phallus…and stopped.
He thought of Samantha, harnessed in the inseminator at last—her full curves strapped in place, her thighs spread wide by the spreader bar, her pink, wet pussy open and waiting to be filled…fucked…Claimed.
Mine, whispered a possessive little voice in his head. Once again he had the urge to forget the machine he had so painstakingly built and take her himself. To go up behind her and fuck her long and deep with his own cock.
The idea had him hard and throbbing, aching to sink deep into her wet, willing depths.
But no…Roark shook his head. He couldn’t do that—couldn’t ruin years of work and research just because he was horny. Still, he had to have her in some way—had to Claim her—to mark her as his own…
Abruptly, he pulled out his own shaft and began to stroke it from root to tip, imagining that it was Samantha’s soft little hand doing the stroking. He was on edge himself, from teasing her for so long and it didn’t take long for his balls to tighten as he felt his orgasm nearing.
When it came, he held the tip of his cock to the mouth of the open reservoir and shot directly into the waiting phallus. He might not be able to Claim Samantha and fuck her in the traditional way, but she was his, damn it! And he was going to mark her so that no other male would come near her.