When Mark wheeled her back into her room, she wondered for a split second what kind of a kafuffle she had gotten herself into. Patricia had turned the bed into a mixture of a hospital bed and a gynaecological chair. On the bedside table, an array of electrodes, Toys and cables were piled up. And a big tube of ky-jelly was propped up prominently on the tray.
“Yikes, I’m getting some mean Frankenstein vibes here.” Tilda wheeled herself closer to her bed, to look at the arrangement.
Patricia entered the room from the ensuite, fully dressed again. “I can see what you mean, and there’s enough electricity involved.” She smirked.
Tilda raised an eyebrow. “Will this thing make me walk again?”
Patricia recognised it as the joke it was meant to be. “Even better, it will make you come as often as you want.”
Tilda grinned. “I’m in! Just tell me how to mount this contraption. And should I check my insurance?”
“We will help you and explain everything as we go.” Mark stepped behind her chair and put his hand on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and looked up to him.
“Ok, then let’s get this show on the road.”
Mark helped her out of the hospital gown, his gaze lingering on her breasts for a little while. He leaned forward and Tilda wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her out of her chair and carried her towards the bed.
Carefully, he laid her down and positioned her on the mattress. The head of the bed was raised so she was in a half-sitting position. The foot was now equipped with stirrups and sported a box, which she assumed to be the machine Mark had mentioned. Patricia approached the bed with the already well-known electrodes. Together, they helped Tilda lean forward to fix them on spots along her spine. While Patricia again went through the process of attaching all the electrodes to her, Mark fetched a slim, long pillow, which he positioned under her hips. Tilda looked at him quizzically.
He smiled, “The pillow will tilt your hips forward so the artificial penis can enter you with more ease. It copies the tilt your hips would have during the missionary position. That’s also where the stirrups come into play.” He lifted her right foot into one of the padded contraptions. And fastened it with a Velcro strap. Patricia did the same with her left foot.
Tilda’s arousal changed into concern. Was all this needed? She felt vulnerable and exposed. Just as on the first day at Mark's practice.
Mark noticed the change in her demeanour and stopped to check on her. “Do you want us to stop? Do you feel uncomfortable?”
“It’s ok. I think. It’s just a bit intimidating but go ahead.” Tilda put up her bravest face.
“Ok but tell me the moment you want us to stop.”
She nodded.
Patricia again fastened the cap with the electrodes to her head and Mark slipped the special electrode on her clitoris. Then he grabbed something that looked like one of these high-tech vr goggles.
“This thing will give you a virtual reality fantasy. You can choose different scenarios via the menu. Patricia will lube you up. We know once the fantasy is running, you will get wet, but the lube will help you get started. We will insert the artificial penis into your vagina and a smaller vibrator into your anus.”
Tilda nodded, watching in anticipation as Patricia squeezed the gel in her hand and started massaging it into her pussy and butt. The arousal was back and in full swing. And she noticed, so was Mark’s hard-on.
“We will monitor the whole session, would you prefer one of us to be in the room with you, or would you like to have your privacy?”
Since you will watch me one way or the other, you might as well stay in the room. Tilda had looked at Mark while he spoke, but a sudden feeling urged her to look down. Patricia had pushed the anal vibrator inside her. Tilda moaned. “I can feel the vibrator.”
Patricia smirked. “I chose a bigger one since you took the probe so well.” Playfully, she moved the vibrator inside her, harvesting a few more soft moans from Tilda. She attached the vibrator to one of the Rods extending from the box at the bottom of the bed. Then she took the artificial penis, it was more than a common dildo, it was an anatomically correct penis and Tilda had seen it before. She looked at Mark.
“Seriously?”
Mark grinned. “If this one brings you to orgasm, the original will do, too.” He winked at her and laughed.
Patricia took her time lubing the rubber cock before she carefully pushed it inside Tilda. Again, it got attached to another rod. Getting up, Patricia flicked a switch and the different lights on the computers came to life and a soft humming filled the room. Tilda was amazed, she could feel the vibrator humming in her butt.
The moment she wished she could bear down on the toy, she saw the rod move and faintly felt the vibrator move inside her.
Shocked, she looked at Mark.
“I told you that thing is good!” Smiling, he handed her the VR goggles.
Patricia took a seat at the bottom of the bed, monitoring the computer screen. she also had a free line of view of Tilda’s exposed pussy. Tilda noticed the vibrator resting next to the keyboard on the small table. It seems she wasn`t the only one having fun this afternoon.
As she took the goggles from him, Tilda froze in mid-movement. “Oh god, I can feel my clit! What is this!” She moaned as the warm feeling spread through her body.
“Just the right amount of electrical current.” Mark winked. “The stimulator will start everything up one after the other, and once you choose your fantasy, it will synchronise with it.”
Tilda felt her body move and looked down again, the second rod had slowly started to move, and the fake penis was now drilling into her. And at the foot of the bed, the vibrator had disappeared from the table and Patricia had one hand inside her waistband.
Tilda put on the VR goggles. “I reckon you two will be masturbating whilst I get fucked by this thing?”
“You bet!” He laughed.
She switched on the goggles and a menu appeared before her eyes, she grabbed the all-in-one remote Mark had put beside her and flipped through the menu. Tilda noticed all offered fantasies were based on the missionary-like position she was now in. These fantasies were no romantic stories planned out to arouse her they were more ai versions of pure sex. No foreplay and no thought-out characters. She could choose different sex partners and different styles. More romantic lovemaking or rough, animalistic, raw sex.
She chose something somewhere in the middle and decided on a virtual partner vaguely resembling Mark.
The Fantasy started and the moment the virtual Mark began kissing and nibbling her breasts, the electrodes sprung to life. It was amazing. The images and sounds from the AI Goggles, combined with the electrical stimulation from the electrodes made the illusion work. After a few minutes, she felt the virtual Mark push her legs apart and she felt her body move as he penetrated her with force. Tilda moaned and grunted as she felt him move inside her. She felt her vaginal muscles clench around him, pulling him deeper inside.
Looking deep into her eyes, he found the perfect rhythm. Her hands wandered across his back, grabbing his butt cheeks, pulling him even closer. Tilda enjoyed him so deep inside her. His rhythm picked up and she felt her orgasm approach. He was now pounding into her, and she knew she wouldn`t last much longer. Mark took her breast into his mouth and started ferociously sucking and licking her nipple. It pushed her over the edge. A spine-tingling orgasm shook her body. She spasmed around his member and felt him shoot his hot loads inside her. Tilda screamed and panted as the orgasm rushed through her wave after wave.
Once the orgasmic spasms died down, the virtual Mark pulled out, and the fantasy ended. Weak and spent, Tilda removed the goggles, still panting.
“That… That was amazing!” Tilda looked at Mark. He, too, looked spent. His cock now limp, his trousers sticky with cum.
“Yes, it was.” He nodded.
Patricia still had her hand between her legs. Her trousers bunched around her ankles gave Tilda a clear view of the other woman pleasuring herself. Tilda looked into her eyes and the moment they locked eyes Patricia orgasmed, too.
“Did you always orgasm like this?” Mark wondered.
“Well.” There was a lot of penned-up energy behind it.”
“You squirted.” Patricia grinned and pointed to the wet sheets. She had gotten up to remove the different aids from Tilda.
“I did? Wow!” She looked at Mark. “In my ai, you came inside me.” He nodded, grinning. “The artificial penis is equipped with a mechanism to shoot artificial semen inside you. We can also rig it for artificial insemination.” He winked again.
“Let’s not do that, though.”
Tilda felt that special post-orgasmic glow she hadn’t felt in a long time. She was tired and spent and for the first time in ages, she felt fully satisfied.
“Will I be able to orgasm now?”
Mark shrugged. “I don’t know. We have established now, that with the right kind of stimulation, you can have a full orgasm and enjoy it. But we will still have to see if normal intercourse can bring you to a satisfying orgasm or if you will need some aid.”
Tilda nodded slowly. Still connected to the now idle machine, she looked down at herself. She couldn’t imagine a partner agreeing to use all this tech. She looked up at Patricia who still had the vibrator inside herself. “Seems you still need more?” She raised an eyebrow.
Patricia blushed. “Watching you orgasm made me so horny, I think I could use one or two more orgasms.” She winked.
Tilda looked at Mark, who had cleaned himself up in the meantime and had once again sheathed his member. “I think I need a break now; I’m spent. Can you get me out of this contraption?”
“Of course!” Mark sprang into action, and from the corner of her eye, Tilda saw how Patricia slipped on a pair of tight panties, without removing the vibrator first. The thought of the young nurse walking around with a humming vibrator inside her would have turned her on immediately but she was too tired right now, she was barely able to help them get all the gear off her. When Patricia pulled the dildo out of her, she slipped two fingers inside her, coating them in the sticky mixture of the artificial semen and Tilda's juices. She licked one finger clean herself and offered the other one to Tilda.
“You have to try it, it tastes like strawberries."
Tilda opened her mouth, allowing the other woman's finger inside. Without breaking eye contact, she started sucking her finger. Patricia's hips buckled, and Tilda remembered the vibrator still inside the other woman. She had just orgasmed again. Grinning, Tilda released the finger. Patricia had told the truth, it tasted of sex and strawberries. Two things Tilda liked. When everything was disconnected Mark lifted Tilda out of her bed and into her wheelchair again. “Would you like a hot bath whilst Patricia gets new sheets and takes off the stirrups?”
Tempted Tilda nodded slowly.
“We do have a whirlpool; you do know that.”
“I do now. Will I need a swimsuit?”
Mark shook his head. “It should be empty this time of day anyways.” He carefully removed her catheter and cleaned her up a little before she slipped on her hospital gown and allowed him to push her toward the already waiting whirlpool.
