Dangerous Collaboration 2

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The worst part about having an established tinker friend, Taylor had decided, was how effective an enabler they were. Granted, Squealer was a bit less of an enabler than someone like Armsmaster or Dragon might have been, but that was due to a lack of resources rather than a lack of enthusiasm.

“Mmmmmh!” were the muffled cries of Taylor’s friend from inside of… whatever Taylor had made. She kind of came to after falling asleep after her eighteen hour long tinker session. She’d had some kind of thought originally of helping Squealer, but then everything went kind of fuzzy with the goal of healing her friend. Eventually while her friend was moaning, Taylor looked over and unsurprisingly, her friend was getting fucked.

Sherrel, the lady she met in the dinner who happened to be Squealer was in some kind of transparent tube, mechanical tentacles surrounding and wrapping around her, tentacles going between her breasts and pushing them out, restraining her, fucking her with dildo tips in all of her holes. Around her, Taylor could see she was in some kind of fluid, that she knew for some reason was a breathable liquid that also had healing properties, especially when ingested, inserted, and especially when fucked into you. Something about physical stimulation, like fucking someone, made its healing extra effective.

What was more critical in Taylor’s mind however, was the feelings of seeing her friend being fucked was giving her. Watching Sherrel get fucked, the dildo tentacles driving themselves into her pussy, her breasts moving around, pressed up against the clear glass covering, the thing designed with someone with smaller breasts in mind. Taylor shifted from foot to foot, rubbing her thighs together while observing the erotic show in front of her. Her mouth watered and Taylor couldn’t help but be mesmerised by Sherrel’s watermelon sized tits. Curious, Taylor moved over to the terminal there, keeping an eye on Sherrel at the same time, watching the tentacles pound into her, squirting their activated solution into her every few dozen thrusts.

While Taylor did see an emergency cancel button, she ignored it for a moment, instead clicking on the information icon. Apparently her power came with an easy to understand general user interface.

>>> General Detox Status: Ongoing
>>> Elapsed Time: 26 Minutes
>>> Estimated Completion Time: 4 Minutes

“Ooooh,” Taylor couldn’t help but say as she realised how long her friend had been in there for. For a few moments Taylor was distracted by the thought of her friend in there, being fucked, having each of her holes violated, fucked with big thick dildos, goo being thrust into her as she was forced to cum over and over again, with the solution healing any kind of physical fatigue that she may feel during that time. It would likely feel like an eternity of mindless pleasure running through her. Yet at the same time, it would also feel like it was over in a flash.

Taylor’s own experience acting as the Merchant’s engine in one of the machines they collaborated on being a testament to this as Taylor’s had spent a day in there. There she’d been fucked, dildos constantly pumping and fucking her, drawing power from her natural bioelectricity which was fed into a magic machine that multiplied it ten fold. Reaching up, Taylor couldn’t help but begin to feel herself, touching herself, one hand moving towards her small chest, while the other reached down to her loose borrowed booty shorts, opening them with ease.

A bit of a gift from Sherrel, some clothing that according to the drug addicted tinker was for when Taylor slept over. Amusingly, it apparently sped up her tinkering, because unlike her usual clothing, they were easy to get in and out of, making them perfect for testing. Sherrel had watched Taylor tinker, and apparently, sometimes Taylor would test out the fucking part of the machine to test if it worked right. Taylor vaguely remembered some of the times that she would test. She’d come to, being fucked and immediately her animal instincts would take over, having her drive herself up against the cocks filling her, fucking her, giving her pleasure. Taylor’s ass and snatch clenching around nothing as she remembered a bit of her experience, licking her lips, she reached underneath the loose fitting t-shirt her friend had also provided. As Taylor watched Sherrel lose herself to lust, Taylor’s fingers found one of her thick and sensitive nipples.

As she played with it, Taylor brought her thighs together on her hand which was rubbing away at her clit while she watched Sherrel. Taylor felt so envious of her friend, being fucked by the machine she’d made. She almost wished their places were swapped, and Taylor was the one being fucked, but Taylor wasn’t the one that was suffering the physical effects of crack addiction.

Plus, if Taylor was the one in the machine, getting fucked, having cocks thrust into her every hole, driven to the edge of sanity by ribbed dildos thrusting into her, she’d miss the delicious show in front of her. Sherrel’s tits pushed up against the tube, the only constant while the rest of the her were bounced around by the cocks as Sherrel reacted naturally, using what leverage she had to help the tentacles fuck her, grinding against the cocks when they were out, opening her legs more when they came closer. Taylor wasn’t sure if it was because her friend was just naturally so lewd as to know to grind and shift her hips to allow access or if her time as a whore has trained her how to do this, pleasing those who were fucking her and increasing her own pleasure.

“Mmh,” Taylor let out a soft moan as she leaned over the machine and watched her friend, having found a perfect angle to slide her fingers into herself while still stimulating her clit. Taylor began to grind against the machine, her hand stuck between it and her, while her other hand began to tweaks and twist her nipples, the pleasure from both clouding her thoughts more as she quickly fell into a trance while watching her friend, the only thing mattering was the pleasure they felt together.

Then there was a small ding, like something was done cooking, and Taylor got to watch as the fucking sped up one last time, before slowing down as the fluid around Sherrel drained. A small tentacle drifted down and entered Sherrel’s nose as she was still spasming. Blue liquid started to be pulled through the see-through tentacle as the thing was draining the breathable fluid from her lungs, and soon enough, Sherrel was gasping and coughing within the tube as the fluid fully drained and the tentacles retreated. Taylor stepped back from the machine, still thrusting her fingers in, still playing with her nipples, and still enraptured by Sherrel’s naked form as it was doused in a warm shower, blasting off the last of the blue fluids before the tube finally opened. A wet and naked Sherrel was left lying there, exhausted, and with a massive smile on her face.

“Fuck girlie, that was intense,” she said, as she breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling, Taylor’s eyes tracking the lovely globes of flesh, her mouth watering as she watched them. As Sherrel watched Taylor, she licked her lips, her full, not cracked, not chapped lips as she watched Taylor. The woman looked absolutely glowing after her treatment, not like before where someone could see what was once a beautiful lady ruined by drugs. Now she was a magnificent woman, almost as pretty as a comic book hero.

“How many can this work on?” Sherrel asked, causing Taylor to pause, having to think while her mind was still clouded.

“Um, theoretically, however many could fit, I think that the machine has enough tentacles to- uwah!” Taylor was suddenly pulled down into the machine, on top of the lady who’s body she’d just been admiring. Taylor’s head landed between the massive mountainous peaks of magnificence that was Sherrel’s mounds while Sherrel’s foot rose up to slide between Taylor’s booty shorts and her crotch. Taylor’s shorts were quickly pulled off by Sherrel’s foot shoving it down off her legs. Meanwhile, Sherrel’s hands were hard at work pulling the loose fitting shirt off of Taylor before throwing it away from the machine. Taylor blushed hard as her friend held her close, Sherrel’s fingers already exploring Taylor’s form, caressing her ass, reaching between her legs from behind, and touching the lips of her slit.

A shiver ran through Taylor as Sherrel began to play with her body, and Taylor couldn’t help but oblige, grinding against Sherrel’s fingers as they played with Taylor’s lower lips. Not to be just the receiver, Taylor used her hands to push herself up and took one of Sherrel’s nipples into her mouth, beginning to suckle and swirl Sherrel’s teats with her tongue. Then Sherrel reached up and pulled the lid of the machine down on them. Taylor could hear the tentacles being released almost the moment that the lid shut and the fluid beginning to gurgle in their tanks.

Oh my. What ever shall I do? Taylor thought as she tried her best to keep from smiling in delight and started trying to drive her leg between Sherrels before they were arrested by the tentacles and fucked into oblivion.

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