They continued to play cards and laugh and joke, but I was only vaguely aware of that on the periphery of my consciousness.
The Cyborg cock in my ass pussy was all consuming, the way it had been positioned, with the cock 2 inches in my ass, the neck of the head which was only 6 inches or so around was just inside me and the small movements meant the ridge of the head which at its widest was 6.5 inches in circumference was entering me a number of times a second. Although the depth was so small the fact it was stretching my ass pussy Β½ an inch on every stroke meant I knew all about it.
The feeling was simply phenomenal, I'd never experienced anything like it, the whole process of me being fucked relentlessly was similar to being on the Sybian earlier, with the much bigger Man in a barrel plug. In that case though the plug was in me, not stretching my hole at its limits, the sheer speed of the Cyborg was creating a complete sensory overload. I was moaning and groaning constantly.
"Seems like the Thunderbolt is working for you slut, you sound like you're enjoying round 2, hey guess what speed that is on pig."
I could only give out a moaned grunt.
"That's right bitch, only on 1/8 the speed, so only a mere 2 times per second slut."
Fuck if that was two times per second on the shallowest setting what would Β½ speed feel like, I had a deepening dread that I might be about to find out.
"Quiet everyone." Bill ordered. "Shockspot, increase speed to 250 rpm."
The machine gave out a slick hum then a click and then I knew all about voice control. His orders had just been carried out remotely by this Cyborg machine which had doubled its efforts.
Still the same depth, but the increased speed had a secondary effect and that one had serious implications for this pig. More specifically implications for just how wide my ass pussy was being stretched.
As the machine increased in speed the movement of the Cyborg cock, set my whole body rocking gently in the sling, not much but enough to get the second head or bump of the cock to stretch me, not on every stroke as I was rocking much more slowly than the cock was thrusting.
The outcome though was that I was being fucked much more deeply on every 10th or 20th stroke depending on the swing of the sling. That increased depth of stroke meant my pig pussy was stretched another Β½ an inch on those particular strokes, something I felt to my core.
I was helpless, there was nothing I could do but overload my senses with as much poppers as possible, the horrible thought struck me that the two bottles on the side of my mask must almost be used up by now. How on earth would I cope if they ran out, I needed my pig juice more than ever now.
I breathed in as deeply as I could with breath, occasionally holding my breath to increase the effect of the poppers. Still the relentless Cyborg cock took me harder and harder, God how I hoped someone would want to fuck me soon, instead of this infernal machine. No matter how big they were, that would be a blessed relief.
I thought about Master S watching this and imagined his cock hard, but then realized I had no idea if he was packing a big cock or something as pathetic as mine. I thought probably the former and as I began to feel more and more Master S's pig and property I hoped against hope that he would be the biggest I ever experienced.
The machine just continued to stretch and work my pussy, widening it ever more, the description of how this machine worked was so far, true to the mark and I was all too well aware that I hadn't experienced all it could do by any means yet.
My concern about the poppers running out was soon dealt with as Mike came back and replaced the two nearly empty bottles with brand new bottles.
Even though the others had only been open for a few hours, the new ones still felt even more potent, beautiful fresh slut juice taking me higher and higher. How I loved wallowing in this place, the brand new poppers took the edge off for a few seconds, but then the enormity of the reaming I was taking encroached on my thoughts.
The speed and power of this machine was amazing, breath-taking. I didn't know how long I could go on.
I opened my eyes and Bill was standing by me smiling, looking down at me, he seemed pleased with my progress and possibly with the fact that I was controlling my noise to a low constant groan.
"You are doing well piggie, have you looked closely in the mirror at how with every out stroke your pussy hole is pulled outwards, clinging to your Cyborg cock as though it doesn't want to let go. It's sucking it back in to you. You have a whore pussy, a pig pussy, just there to be filled, you dirty little bitch."
I loved how he talked to me, revelled in the constant humiliation, the female references there to show that my pleasure was now to come from my pussy, tits, nipples and clit, not from my cock when I was a man.
The pig references and the pronoun "it" there to show how low I had sunk, that I was just a piece of meat, an animal, there for my superiors use and pleasure. The change in the references had been a constant from when I first walked into be called boi by Steve, now I was just pig, or bitch, or slut, or whore. I loved them all. It was after all, who or what I now was.
"Shock spot, slow to 50 rpm."
The machine hummed and then clicked down a few notches, it felt wonderful once again, not like it was trying to fuck me to death.
Bill gave me a few minutes at that speed as he caressed my belly and tits, tweaking my nipples and fingering my clit. He ran his strong hands over my pregnant belly as he smiled into my eyes, if I hadn't known better I would have said that his strokes were sensual, but I knew that they were the preliminary to more serious degradation.
"Ummm what would you like next pig, some deeper fucking or faster fucking for you to enjoy?"
Before I really thought about the question I focussed only on the speed. "Please not any faster Sir, I can't take it any faster."
"You can and you will bitch, but for now your wish is my command."
I was relieved for a few seconds before he said.
"So no faster for you slut... deeper it is then slut."
"Shockspot increase depth to 2 inches."
Again the hum and click which I was getting used to. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next, 2 inches at 50 rpm, meant I again felt like the biggest cock I had ever taken was impaling me.
I hadn't got anywhere near to getting used to the new speed, then...
"Shockspot increase speed to 120 rpm."
This was now mind blowing, the rocking of the sling getting more violent and taking the plug at least 3 inches into me despite the setting only being at 2 inches.