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Story time 5
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Story time 5 Edward yawned, he tried to stretch but as usual he was restrained by various straps and lengths of rubber. How long he'd been in this particular position for was difficult to asses as his vision was obscured by metal, plastic and yet more rubber. He remembered the times when he was at full length, every sinewy muscle feeling at breaking point, the weights being applied to his upturned palms, the feel of sharp metal gouging him, the sensation of warm liquid snaking down his legs, the relief of being allowed to move downwards but only after strict instructions. He thought back to the time he broke the rules, his legs had given way beneath him, his body collapsing into a heap on the floor, oh the language he heard, the beating he received for his transgression, a small part of him was angry, a larger part enjoyed it. As a further punishment he was forbidden to move, to ensure he did as he was told weights were put on top of him, strong tape was tightly wound around his appendages, then he was left alone. He would hear people moving around nearby, laughing, joking, touching his companion in the next "dungeon", he wasn't allowed to interact with him, if he tried a foot or a rod would be aimed at him followed by more language. He remembered the sharp hum of electric devices, the gasps, the overpowering tang of warm liquid in the atmosphere. His reveries came to end, rather abruptly, when the Man arrived. The rough handed man who smelt of oil, tobacco, takeaway food and the ever present warm liquid. The Man<b> wasted </font></b>no time in removing Edward's rubber restraints, the noise of the metal bolts being undone came as a bit of a surprise as this hardly ever happened, unless it was a special occasion, a celebration perhaps ? Too late Edward realised what was going to happen, the Man had slipped on some protective latex and without warning or invitation pushed his rough, rough fingers deep into Edward's opening, turning and twisting them as they pushed deeper inside. Edward couldn't resist, its against the rules, he couldn't cry out, those bloody rules, he couldn't do anything, he felt powerless, he felt a familiar pressure building up, the Man kept probing ever deeper, at one point it was as though his entire forearm was inside, the pressure built up, release had to come soon, more pressure, it built yet further, the Man was breathing heavily, almost panting with exertion, Edward could take no more, the warm liquid rushed up from deep down and exploded, the Man turned his face away just in time only allowing it to hit his cheek and start to run down his neck. The Man withdrew his fingers wiped them on his clothing and angrily spat on Edward's body in contempt. Much later Edward was back in his normal position, stretched up for all to see, no one was angry or upset with him, some were even happy to see him at full height again, this, thought Edward, is how life should be for all my kind, after all I am a scissor lift, Edward scissor lift. |
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