Birthday girl_(3)

She was sprawled naked on her bed, savoring the after-glow of her father’s ‘good morning’ fuck. He had just left her, disappearing into his lab, telling her that he had to get his birthday surprise ready for her.

She was breath-takingly beautiful, with wide blue eyes, a small, slim nose and a wide, full-lipped mouth. Her long thick hair, glossy as the pelt of a healthy animal, flowed over her shoulders and framed her face, high lighting her even, regular features. Her shoulders were wide and they needed to be, to support her lush, full 35D breasts. They stood straight out from her chest, sagged not at all, and were crowned with plump, cherry red nipples the size of her thumb.

Her waist was slim, her father could just encircle it with his big hands, and it flared out into undeniably womanly hips. Her ass was taut and firm, hand sized globes that begged to be fondled and caressed. Her legs were long and well muscled with firm, trim thighs that framed her sex, her bald beaver showcasing her prominent clit and her tight, well-defined cunt lips.

She had well-turned calves, and small, almost dainty feet. She was his idea of a perfect woman. She was gorgeous, and, not to be crude, she was built for sex. She oozed sex from every pore and sex was what she lived for. She could orgasm while he nursed at her plump, turgid nipples. She was wildly multi-orgasmic, and had once cum as he held her hands and fucked her mouth, without being touched anywhere else, before, during or after.

It was the young girl’s thirteenth birthday.


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He was ambivalent about the device he had built for his daughter. He realized that he could not afford to ignore his financial affairs any longer, and that meant that he would be forced to leave his daughter alone at their mountain home during the day several times each month. He also realized that her appetite for sex could, and probably would, lead her into trouble while he was away. The machine he had build for her was designed to sate that appetite, and hopefully, keep her close to home, instead of wandering the woods around their home.

He regarded the machine thoughtfully, and then shrugged. He had no doubt that it would fulfill its function; after all, it was the most technologically advanced robot on the planet, the best that his genius and his money could build.


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She looked at the machine warily. THIS was her birthday present? She had wanted the new X-Box, and her disappointment showed on her face as she looked at the small chamber in the center of her daddy’s lab.

“What’s it for?” she asked, trying to hide her disappointment.

“You’ll see, baby. Go flip that switch by the door, and go inside and get undressed. It won’t hurt you, in fact, you’ll love it, I promise. Go ahead.”

Walking forward, she did as she was told. She took off her blouse, and unhooked the sheer, lacy half-bra that supported her firm, full jugs. Her hands unhooked the simple denim skirt and it fell away, revealing her sheer, lace panties. She quickly stripped them off, sliding them down her long, slim legs and stepping out of them.

Nothing happened for several seconds, as the powerful computers that ran the device booted up. Infrared sensors, Ultra-sound sensors and cameras positioned around the small chamber took note of her presence and performed a series of precise measurements, perfectly mapping her magnificent young body and tracking her position within the chamber.

Silent, tentacle-like robotic arms slithered from openings in the walls, swiftly seizing her wrists, ankles, thighs and waist in softly padded jaws and slowly started to retract, suspending her in mid-air in the center of the chamber.

“Daddy!” she screamed, “Make it stop! I’m scared!” She fought madly against the clamps, to no avail.

“It’s ok, baby.” her father said reassuringly. “Stop fighting it. It won’t hurt, in fact, you’re going to love it.” She continued to writhe against the clamps.

“Stop it, I said!” he snapped, and his thirteen year old daughter slowly stopped her struggles, hanging limply between the tentacles, panting heavily, her lush, full breasts heaving.