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metal arms move and the clamps close in again. The
clamps squeeze and twist my nipples from side to side, and as I cry
out, they relax their grip. I watch the metal arms move with wide
open eyes, and observe their pattern. The clamps tighten on my
nipples and release them in turn, giving me pain and pleasure,
pleasure from pain. Without realizing it, I start clenching my
muscles and the walls of my vagina in time to the pressure on my
nipples. When the clamps tighten, my body tightens as well. The
rhythm starts to build, and with the pulsating wetness between my
legs, my whole body starts to buck and writhe.
    I summon what is left of my strength to raise my head
and look down the length of my body. My widely spread thighs are
quivering as a warm jet of water finds my clit and pulses it
insistently. I moan in pleasure and draw my knees up, exposing as
much of my pussy as I can. My need is roaring through my body, and I
can't wait any longer. I want to come, hard and fast. I want to
shudder and scream in ecstasy. As if the machine—or is it
Julian, has read my mind, the nozzle starts lowering and the arc of
water sways to stroke across my folds. At my nub, it moves in tight
circles, attacking me frenziedly until I am so swollen and hard. I
writhe and pant as I crest closer and closer towards the edge. I can
feel the flickering flames of my orgasm lick at me, teasing and
testing me. The clamps tweak my nipples hard and I tense and scream.
The contraction of my muscles sends sparks of pleasure shooting
through my body. I tense even more, clenching rhythmically,
uncontrollably and violently. The climax comes and I lose all
capacity for thought. I am unaware of everything except my raw,
pulsating pleasure. My world explodes into a soundless, blinding,
scorching scream, as I come again and again in succession. The water
shoots into my opening, my anus, drenching and slapping against my
pussy. The water pressure continues stimulating my engorged clit,
sending waves of screaming pleasure through every nerve. I climax
repeatedly, spasms wrecking my entire body. In the helpless throes
of my ecstasy, my back aches and I raise my hips. My body slams back
onto the metal surface of the table when the blinding heat finally
drains from my senses. I lie on my back, listening to my heavy,
ragged breathing for an eternity before I crack my eyes open.
    Julian is standing over me, gripping the sides of the
table with shaking hands. I release a long, shuddering sigh and
manage a smile. “What did you just do to me, Julian?” I
say, my eyes half closed.
    He works my wrists free of the cuffs and lifts me from
the table. I lie limply in his arms, all the strength drained from
me. I can hardly think straight. More accurately, I can hardly
think at all.
    My insides are still throbbing and tensing painfully at
the intensity of my orgasms. I try to raise my arms to Julian's
neck, but my whole body feels like jelly.
    “ Your heart rate just went through the roof,”
Julian mutters, a muscle working violently in his jaw. “And
your breathing—you might have ruptured your lungs if you kept
it up! Damn, damn!” I feel his nails digging into my skin.
He looks furious. “Why can't I override that damn command and
stop...” He closes his eyes as if in pain. “Damn!”
    “ What...are you so upset about?” I hiccup
and frown. I feel almost drunk on pleasure. Giddy and delirious,
weak and exhausted. “Are you angry?” I trace a finger
down the crease between his brows and pout. “Are you angry
with me?”
    Julian grits his teeth. “No, Sophia, I'm angry
with myself. I shouldn't have allowed this to happen.”
    “ What?”
    “ I'd wanted to measure the intensity of your
orgasm and the changes in your body when you were directly touched.
I forgot to take into account your arousal...it's my fault. I
shouldn't have touched you in the pool. I don't know what came over
me. I just...I just can't resist you, Sophia. It's getting so hard
and so painful.