Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... though her heart rate was still high, and the sexual stimulation from the suit hadn’t dropped back to background levels. In fact, she was beginning feel an orgasm taking control between her legs, the erotic spasms distracting her from Div’s praise over another useful set of test results, and her contribution of such a good effort. When the small electric shocks began to stab at her erect clitoral shaft and throbbing nipples, she realised that it wasn’t her lack of control bringing on her climax, it was the suit initiating a reward protocol. The stimulation ramped up so fast that all Joyce could do was grab her crotch and one of her tingling breasts, then drop to the ground as her legs gave way, writhing on the leafy forest floor as the dildo anchor points came into play. She lost count of her orgasms at six, but the crashing waves of pleasure just washed over her for what seemed hours, moving from her wet pussy to her soft breasts, then on to her bottom, where the suit’s dildo thrust its swelling girth deep inside her body. When Joyce regained her senses, yet still tingling all over, the Guyver unit informed her that he had induced twenty three orgasms in her, and it had taken 47.385 minutes. The most interesting datum had been that physical energy output had been 53 percent higher than any session he’d previously recorded, and her peak neural energy had been 78 percent improved, which was something that he wanted to study further. Now that Div’s initial investigations were ...

... complete, Joyce wanted to head towards an abandoned gold mine she’d researched on the internet, which was only a few miles from where she was now. The mine had produced a quite considerable profit for many years, but had eventually run out of productive ore, and closed down. There had been a dozen other, much smaller mines, close by, but they had only lasted a few years, and had all been filled in for safety reasons. The mine Joyce was so interested in just now had been in the hands of many different owners, but was last worked over 50 years ago. It hadn’t been profitable at that time either, and was more of a hobby for the owner, but it had been left to his family when he died. There was no further record of anyone visiting the property, and no state taxes had been paid since the owner died, so Joyce was assuming that it had been forgotten about. The trail she was on had a side road shown on an old map at exactly this point, yet there was nothing to be seen but thick brush for nearly 400 yards on the side where the road was supposed to be. There were 3 or 4 wide animal paths on the other side of the trail, but an impenetrable wall on this side, with no sign of any access. Realising she could search for ever, and still not discover the hidden trail, Joyce said “Visor on”, feeling the suit wrap around her face as the sunglasses changed into the fully functional instrumentation device she now needed. Turning to study the trail she was stood on, Joyce asked the visor to identify ...