The overhead speaker says, "One minute" and it brings my thoughts back to reality again. I feel the table change shape. I feel cold air as the part of the table around my ass folds away. I feel a squirt of lubrication on my anal area and then I hear a faint whirring sound. A well lubricated probe with a rubbery egg-shaped head touches my left ass cheek. It moves slowly across, no doubt the computer controlling it is reading my brainwaves and based on the touch feedback, mapping where the probe is placed, then deciding how the probe needs to move to the appropriate spot. The probe finds a point between my cheeks and touches there, then slowly travels towards the anal opening. I am pretty sure it does not need to do this slow searching routine but there must be a purpose to it.
It soon finds what it is seeking, the exact center of my anal opening. It then generates a gentle vibration to confirm my brain is registering it at the right spot. I was half expecting all of this, it often started like that. But not always. The scientists did a scary good job of juggling between things that really turned me on and generating a different varying experience for me every time so as to keep me guessing. Anal play was not my thing ever, but it must be working to generate precum otherwise they would not keep doing it so often. Plus, the probe had another sinister function, the one I knew too well and hated so much.
I involuntarily try to lift my hips. Sensing the movement, the straps on my stomach and each of my thighs tighten automatically, as if saying "Don't you dare move!". I had a couple of inches of freedom of motion left, which gets taken away immediately. Also, I have no leverage, nothing to push with. My hands are tied up above my head. My legs are spread wide and tied up.
The small rubber egg at the head of the anal probe stops vibrating and gently begins to increase its pressure. My entire being is focused on that one square inch area of my body. The pressure keeps increasing and gets uncomfortable. This was one good thing I knew though, they never caused me pain intentionally. I guess pain is not my thing and they have figured that out. I knew very well that the anal probe could deliver exquisite pain. However, it almost never did, during a routine course of events.
The pressure keeps increasing; my ass has nowhere to go. Soon, I feel my sphincter give in, it reluctantly parts open, the egg pushes into me. I take a deep breath in and hold it in. I feel my sphincter expand as the egg maintains its relentless pressure and starts entering me. I feel I cannot stretch any further, yet the egg keeps pushing into me, the widest part making its way in now. The egg always seems impossibly wide at this point, it seems I cannot stretch any further and yet I stretch a little bit more. Opened up to the full extent, I feel every inch of bulging part of the probe pass inside. The pressure lessens a bit as the tube connected to the probe is not as wide as the probe. My sphincter closes behind it, at least it tries to close. I exhale in a bit of relief.
I now feel the slimy length of the rest of the probe pushing into me and I feel it snaking inside, the computer controlling it is moving the probe and monitoring my brainwave headset feedback to find its optimal spot. It is soon touching my prostate. I gasp as I feel it expand in size. Air or some fluid is being pumped into the probe so it can fill me up better. It pushes against the prostate, and then a mild buzzing starts. I know the probe is capable of so much more. I know it can thrust, it can move sideways, it can warm up and cool down. By sending electric impulses down the probe, the probe can cause my muscles to contract or relax, effectively creating a sensation of something going into and out of me. Effectively ass fucking me, using my own muscles, without moving anything. But for now, it seems happy to just vibrate. The Scientists try to make it unpredictable. Did I mention my feelings about the Scientists?
The hydraulics whir and I feel my body being lifted in the air and then turned face down. The straps hold me fine of course, they were designed for this. The material is a specially built web that has a slight stretch, and I feel comfortable - as if I am lying on a massage table face down. The tiny projection lenses embedded inside my visor change, and I see a man lying on a massage table same way, face down. The table has a hole in the middle, and his cock and balls are sticking out through the hole. Two naked girls are massaging his back. Another naked girl is fondling his balls under the table. His cock, full engorged, is waiting desperately for a touch. The man on the table moans, and I hear his voice through my speakers.
Impossibly, I feel a couple of hands on my back, touching me. I know the table is covering my back and there is no space between me and the table for hands. But the tiny electrical transducers in the table are generating a mild electric impulse. My nerves are interpreting that as a touch.
