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Perv in The Machine
(Crimson Rose)

"Oh my!" Dr. Ripley gasped. "Please tell me you asked for that."

"Had I known I was going to be naked in front of the world today I never would've?"

"Never would've what, let someone beat the hell out of you, Ms. Hunter?"

"I would never let anyone beat the hell out of me, Dr. Ripley. The marks you see on my body are the result of consensual masochism and nothing more."

"Oh? So, you're into pain then?"

"It's not exactly something I want the entire world knowing about me."

"Too late for that," Dr. Ripley said as she took in every welt, bruise, and cut her security team inflicted on the young reporter's stunning body. "My, they really did a number on you didn't they?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"And you're really into that sort of thing?"

"That's what I just admitted to the entire world, Ma'am," Faye said as she lay her skirt on the pile of clothes. With security keeping her bra and panties, she now stood naked for all of earth to see.

"You'll need to remove the plugs as well, Ms. Hunter."

"I? really?"

"Really. Once The Machine is in production and you have one of your own, we can't risk any outside contamination. Please take them out and place them on the shelf with your clothes."

"The blush quickly moving down her neck and chest, Faye reached back, inhaled, and with a grunt yanked the huge plug from her sore behind.

"Jesus! You do like 'em big, don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am," Faye said as she saw the plug for the first time. She knew it was huge as it stretched the hell out of her even after being double penetrated by two of the security team's genetically modified dicks, but she had no idea that it was, in fact, shaped like a hand with the fingers scrunched together. Guess the bastards actually did fist me. Grabbing the rectangular base of the plug stuffing her womanhood, she gave a tug and once again grunted as it slipped free along with what remained of the five largest loads she had ever taken in her life. 

"You're just full of surprises, Ms. Hunter. Are you on birth control or are you trying to get pregnant?"

"I'm not on birth control, Dr. Ripley. Now if that's all the questions you have about my sex life can we please get on with the demonstration?"

"Oh, I've got about a million questions, Ms. Hunter, but I suppose they can wait until we're not broadcasting to the entire world."

"Thank you."

"I just can't help myself," Dr. Ripley said as she grabbed several twisted metal objects from off the wall. "You've already told the world so much. How about a few more questions while I place the sensors?"

"I'd rather not discuss any more of my personal life than I already have, Dr. Ripley."

"Please, call me Megan. You're such a fascinating woman, Ms. Hunter, so you can't blame me for trying."

"You can call me Faye."

"Thank you," Megan said as she carefully placed one of the devices around Faye's right bicep. 

Looking down at the bands of twisted gold ending in blue crystal circuitry, Faye considered everything she had admitted thus far and knew that if her career in journalism was not over, it certainly would never be the same moving forward. True or not, the world now believed her to be a pain-loving masochist who loved being stretched open, fisted based on the size and shape of the toys once filling her holes, and considering the sheer amount of semen that came out with the toys in her vagina no doubt loved having sex with multiple men at the same time. And while that is true now, she knew there was no way of convincing anyone otherwise.