The next one in line causes Spock to be bent over neatly in half, with his feet on the floor. His hands are then brought up to his rear, and Spock grabs hold of his own cheeks so that the machine can spread him apart - he knows what will happen to him if he does not.

The anal phallus retracts completely, and Spock tries to remain relaxed despite the chemical he is injected with, which causes his muscles to tighten. Almost as an afterthought, the oral phallus heats up to slightly warmer than his own body temperature and begins to throb in time with his own heartbeat.

Without warning, the anal phallus enters him. It has deflated to its minimum size, little larger than a finger. It enters and exits him a few times; in the back of his mind, he notices that his heart is slightly out of sync with the phallus in his mouth and subconsciously adjusts his own pulse to match it.

He does not notice that the anal phallus has been slowly growing in size until it stops inside him. It is at its largest, little bigger than an orion penis can achieve.

Spock's heart is pounding, and he is panting, and the throbbing oral phallus is continuing to pick up speed. His penis has extended and is hardening.

The anal phallus rotates and swirls, loosening Spock up even further, and then it withdraws completely, and is replaced with an animatronic hand, balled up in a fist. Spock remembers this game. At the first sign of tearing, the session will end - if it can fully extend its fingers, the client will win a prize.

The hand extends with agonizing slowness, and reaches its maximum range. It also brushes his prostate, and Spock ejaculates.

He receives no juice.