5 - Learning about Vespah

 James, who had lost count of the number of times Vespah had had her way with him the afternoon and evening before, awoke the next morning to the sensation of his penis being, yet again, milked by the seemingly tireless device. The incessant machine forced its pleasure upon his flesh, then drew all it could out of his body, and left him limp, in more than one sense, shaking, and feeling quite weak.

 He had begun to recover from his most recent milking, and had started contemplating what the rest of the day might be like, when his sister and a stranger entered his room.

 "He's in this room." Julie said, not bothering to knock before she came in, over her shoulder to the visitor.

 The stranger turned out to be another woman, or perhaps girl, as she appeared to be only a scant few years older than his own sister, wearing light shoes, khaki short shorts, and a polo shirt bearing the colors and logo of the box Vespah had come in. She was carrying a small nylon work bag, which was open at the top and apparently full of miscellaneous tools and parts.

 "Oh, good. I see you've already got it set up and installed on him." the girl said, without bothering to introduce herself, or even give James more than a passing glance, before she peered down at the device strapped to his manhood. "Let me just give it a quick once over, to make sure it's securely attached, and that the fit is right."

 Without asking permission, she sat down on the edge of James' bed, and began pulling and tugging on the Vespah, peering intently down at it.

 "W-what's going on? Julie, who IS this?" James asked, his voice a bit squeaky in shock, as he tried to squirm away from the strange girl poking around on his groin.

 "Hold still, boy." The woman said, sternly, as she batted James' feeble attempts to cover himself up with his hands aside. "I can't work with you squirming around like that."

 "James, this is Lucy. She's our Vespah.. ah, representative?" Julie said, ending her introduction with a questioning glance at the other girl.

 "Technician." Lucy corrected, absently, as she took hold of James' mesh covered penis, flipped it up on his stomach, and began fiddling with the now exposed phial and battery.

 "Okay, everything looks good here." she said, as she detached the phial, which was nearly full, and replaced it with an empty one. "You'll want to make sure that you replace these before they fill up completely. Every eight hours or so ought to be enough. First thing in the mornings, and again after he gets home from school, and just before he goes to sleep each night."

 "We store them in the refrigerator, right?" Julie asked, watching Lucy work with keen interest.

 "Yep. They'll probably still be okay even if you don't, since there is a little bit of preservative pre-loaded into each phial, but it's better if you do." Lucy replied, as she shook the full phial back and forth, looking at its contents closely. "The cold helps keep it fresh and light. I'll be along to collect it about this time every morning."

 "The battery will need to be replaced too, once a day. It might last longer than that, maybe even several days, but you don't want to take the chance of it going dead mid-milking." Lucy said, as she popped off the battery and replaced it as well.

 "How come?" Julie asked, before James could voice the same question.

 "If the battery dies, or is removed, during a milking session, the Vespah will immediately go into final harvest mode, using the internal reserve battery." Lucy said, as she finished her work on the Vespah.

 "Oh, okay." Julie said, nodding in understanding.

 "Final harvest mode?" James asked, with his eyebrows raised.

 "Okay, let's give it a test. It obviously works, but I want to see it in action, to make sure there aren't any other problems that might not become apparent until activation." Lucy said, ignoring James' question. "Give me a second to switch it to manual mode."

 Lucy fished a small tablet out of her work bag, swiped it on, then fiddled with it for a moment.

 "Okay, I'm turning it on.." Lucy said, as she tapped on the screen one final time.

 James gasped, as his Vespah came to life for the second time that morning. His penis was still quite limp and flaccid, after his earlier milking only minutes before, but apparently that didn't matter much to the device.

 "Oh, no, not again!" he wailed, thrashing weakly at the flood of sensations that began flowing through him.

 "Hmm.. Good response time." Lucy muttered absently to herself, as she watched, with clinical dispassion, as the Vespah forced James fully erect, and then on to orgasm and ejaculation, in just a scant few minutes.

 "Alright, everything seems to be in perfect working order, so I'll switch it back to automatic." she proclaimed, after James finally ceased bucking and writhing in orgasmic ecstasy. "Did you have any other questions before I go?"

 "Yeah." Julie said, nodding her head. "What exactly do you do with all the semen that the Vespah collects?"

 "Oh, well, it can be used for all sorts of things, such as medicine and cosmetics, and even in certain kinds of glues and adhesives, but we process most of it into food additives." Lucy replied.

 "Food additives?" Julie said, frowning a little in thought. "I knew it was edible, but I don't think I've ever seen it in anything prepackaged I've eaten before."

 "Sure you have." Lucy replied, smiling. "They just don't call it "semen" or "cum" though, in the ingredient lists."

 "Then what do they call it?" Julie asked, perplexed.

 "Natural flavor." Lucy replied, with a little laugh, as she made air quotes with her fingers for emphasis.

 "Wait, I've seen that in pretty much everything!" Julie said, her eyebrows raising in surprise. "Is that really true?"

 "Yep, although it's not like they just dump semen, in its raw form, into whatever they're making. It gets processed quite a bit before hand."

 "I see." Julie said, then she nodded to her brother, who was still recovering from his latest forced orgasm. "Um, how long do you think he'll last? I mean, how long will he produce for?"

 "Well, it varies." Lucy said, while squinting down at the boy speculatively. "Most last for at least a month or two, and I think several months is the average. Some, however, barely last a week before they get harvested. Those're hardly worth the trouble to set them up for milking in the first place."

 "What's the longest he might go?"

 "A few manage to make it to a year, or even longer, though that's pretty rare. Usually quality starts dropping off after a couple of months in most boys, but some seem to just keep producing and producing."

 "What.. What do you mean, by "harvested"?" James asked, his voice a little weak, but fairly steady, as he looked up at the pretty Vespah technician.

 The woman looked down at him, and really looked AT him, for the first time, when she responded.

 "It means that Vespah takes your manhood, boy." Lucy said, as a coldly amused little smile crossed her lips.

 "T-takes..?"

 "Yep. Snip, snip." Lucy confirmed, making scissoring motions with her fingers. "After you run dry, that is."

 "Wh-Why!?" James asked, while looking down at the machine attached to his groin in horror.

 "It's part of the standard Vespah lease contract." Lucy said, shrugging. "All of that would have been explained to your mother when she ordered it yesterday. I mean, it's even in the name, for goodness sake: Vortex Extracted Semen and Penis Automatic Harvester. Vespah."

 "Why is it p-part of the standard lease con.. contract!?" James almost shouted, incredulously.

 "Well.. let me see if I can explain it right.." Lucy replied, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "Okay, so, basically, when your mom signed the lease contract, she and Vespah, Inc. entered into a business partnership together. She provides the raw resource, we provide the tools and expertise to capitalize on the resource, and, in the end, everyone profits."

 "B-but why does my penis have to get cut off afterwards!?"

 "Oh." Lucy said, looking a little stumped. "Um, try looking at it this way. If your mother had a piece of land, which had, uh, trees and minerals and oil and stuff on it, then Vespah, Inc. would have the equipment and knowledge to extract and sell those resources, for a profit. Your mom agrees to let Vespah cut the trees down, and mine the minerals and oil and such, and in exchange, she receives a share of the profit from them too."

 "But, once all the trees are cut down, and all the oil and iron or gold or whatever is gone, the land isn't worth hardly anything to anyone anymore. So, Vespah agrees to take the now useless land off your mother's hands, for a pre-arranged price. The company does this because, even though the land no longer has any value to your mom, Vespah knows that certain people, say, um, land developers or whatever, might still be willing to pay something for it. Selling the used up land to them, no matter how little the land developers might pay for it in the end, generates a little more profit for the company."

 James just looked at her, his mouth completely agog, hanging open in shock.

 "Uh, that's not the best analogy, I guess." Lucy said, shrugging again, sheepishly. "But that's why I'm just a tech, and not in sales. Hah ha."

 "Also, it's probably not just your penis that Vespah'll take, but also your testicles too. If your mother went for the standard contract, that is?" Lucy finished, directing the last part of her statement to Julie, who nodded affirmatively.

 "Bu.. Bu.. B-but.." James stuttered, going pale as he continued to look back and forth between Lucy, his sister, and his Vespah.

 "Don't worry too much about it." Lucy said, dismissively, as she reached down to pat James' exposed scrotum and testicles gently. "As long as these keep producing decent enough quality semen, and as long as it doesn't take Vespah too long to extract it from you, you'll be just fine."

 "T-take.. Take this thing off of me!" James exclaimed, as he began tugging on the steel machine fruitlessly once again.

 "No way, José." Lucy said, smirking. "You're under contract, boy. Break the contract and we'll take back our Vespah, AND your cock and balls, and leave your mother with none of the profits. I don't think she'd be very pleased with that, do you?"

 "How much will we be making off all this, anyway?" Julie asked, ignoring her brother's continuing sputters of fearful outrage.

 "Well, it isn't actually all that much, I'm afraid." Lucy replied, flipping one hand back and forth in a "so-so" gesture. "We pay at the end of each week, and it'll depend heavily on how well he's been producing, but it will probably be enough to treat you and your mother to nice lunch at a respectable restaurant every Saturday or Sunday."

 "Is that everything?" Lucy asked, standing up from James' bed as Julie absorbed her response. "I've got other boys to get to on my rounds today."

 "Just one more question. How does the Vespah take his cock and balls, when.." Julie said, before altering her question when her brother looked at her fearfully and pleadingly. "Ah, I mean, IF the time comes?"

 "Oh, well, it's pretty simple. There's a coiled strand of razor wire looped around the inside of the base ring, between the metal outer shell and the "rubber" inner seal." Lucy answered, pointing towards the part. "When the Vespah detects that his semen quality has dropped below certain acceptable levels, or he takes longer than an hour to bring to ejaculation, it activates the wire."

 "The wire tightens, cutting first through the "rubber" seal, and then the flesh being harvested. At the same time, Vespah passes a small electric current through the "rubber" seal, which isn't actually rubber, by the way, which catalyzes a chemical reaction within it. The circular seal, which has just been cut into inner and outer halves by the razor wire, contracts quite spectacularly, sealing both sides of the harvest cut in strong, if temporary, tourniquets. The boy doesn't bleed to death, and the freshly harvested penis and testicles stay nice and plump."

 "Wow." Julie said, as she regarded her brother's crotch.

 "Yep, it's pretty clever." Lucy said. "Though, I hear the next model they're planning might have a laser cutter instead of the razor wire."

 "Laser cutter?" Julie asked, her eyebrows rising up with interest, as she turned and started walking out of her brother's bedroom. "Ooh, that's neat."

 "Yeah, it'll be pretty cool, I thi.." Lucy confirmed, following Julie, her response getting cut off by the door she shut behind her.

 They left James, who was nearly in tears, behind them, with only his fears, and his Vespah, to keep him company.

6 - Living with Vespah

 His Vespah was apparently self cleaning, as James found out a bit later that morning. As soon as he stepped into the shower, and the first splash of water washed over both his skin and the Vespah at his groin, it came to life once again.

 He had thought, at first, that it was trying to milk him again, but had realized, after only a few moments of new, unfamiliar sensations emanating from the device, that what it wanted of his flesh wasn't more semen, but simply to clean it. The machine beeped at him a few times, as though waiting for something, then its green light turned yellow, and it began to squeeze down on his penis so hard that it hurt. When, after a few more moments of that treatment failed to prompt James to give the Vespah what it wanted, its yellow light started blinking, and James felt the rubber seal around the base of his manhood begin to tighten, frightening him into the only action he thought might prevent what he was sure was his impending "harvesting".

 He angled the shower head so that it was pointed directly at his crotch, soaking the Vespah in water. At this, the machine beeped once more, the light returned to its steady, cheerful green color, and the pressure against his flesh lifted. He spent the next few minutes watching and feeling the machine as it cleaned itself and his penis, using the water that seeped into it through its tightly woven outer mesh, and then expelling the dirty water through a new revealed port at its tip. Once finished, its light once again went out, leaving him to continue his normal shower routine in relative peace. Well, aside from the elevated heart rate and knot of fear in his gut, as he realized how close he had probably come to losing everything to the device before he had figured out what it had wanted.

 He also learned, in his first shower wearing his Vespah, that his pee would simply pass right through the device. He was worried that the machine might take offense to his urine, and perhaps punish him for it, but his need to release his bladder was simply too great, so he grit his teeth, closed his eyes, and, a little fearfully, simply let it flow. Apparently, the Vespah could tell when he was about to urinate, because the same little port that had drained the water used for washing his penis opened up and allowed his urine to escape into the shower drain.

 He had been quite relieved, both that his bladder was empty and that nothing had happened to his penis, right up until the machine shot a small jet of water up his urethra just as he finished. Vespah wanted to clean it out of any lingering urine, apparently. His Vespah had then sucked the water right back out of him, and expelled it from the waste port as well.

 Shaking slightly in reaction, he finished his shower, toweled off, dressed, then joined his sister for breakfast. Julie shot him a single knowing smirk as he sat down, then proceeded to ignore him, even when his Vespah decided to activate once more and milk him right at the dining table while he tried, vainly, to eat.

 He was almost late to school, but managed to arrive at his classroom just before the bell starting first period rang. He thought he was safe, at last, from the machine strapped to his manhood, until, while up at the whiteboard diagramming a sentence for Mrs Stevens, it activated once again. He had always thought that his teacher was quite beautiful, and even just being near her at the front of the room, while she watched him work on the sentence she had provided for him, was enough to make his heart, and cock, flutter a little in excitement.

 Vespah sensed this, apparently, because it turned on while James was in mid marker stroke, causing him to jerk violently in surprise, dragging a jagged score across his whole diagrammed sentence. He then spent, to his utter embarrassment, the next few minutes leaning up against the whiteboard, grasping at it desperately in an effort to stay on his feet, while gasping and shivering. His Vespah brought him to full erection, stimulated his trapped flesh until he thought he might pass out in ecstasy, then sucked him dry as he orgasmed powerfully, while the entire class, along with Mrs Stevens, looked on.

 He came back to himself, as he recovered from his orgasm, to find that he was leaning up against the white board still, the sentence he had been working smeared and unreadable, with Mrs Stevens shaking her head and clucking reproachfully at him.

 "Really, James." She said. "If you can't control yourself and stop disrupting class, you'll just have to sit back down."

 She was frowning severely at him as she said this, pointing a single slim, well manicured finger towards his desk, but she was also, he could tell, fighting to keep an amused grin from her quivering, twitching lips, her eyes twinkling. The rest of the class felt no such need to hide their amusement at his expense, and he walked, face flushed and with his head bowed down in shame, back to his desk amid the laughter and giggles of his peers.

 As he slumped into his chair, sliding down into it as far as he could in an effort to hide from the view of his classmates, he thought and hoped that his ordeal with Vespah might be over for the day. His hopes proved to be in vain though, because Vespah next activated while he was standing in line for lunch. This caused him to nearly knock over the full lunch trays of several girls, as they walked past him to find seats at the lunch tables, while he was convulsing in yet another forced orgasm.

 And then it activated again during P.E. class.

 And yet again during his walk home.

 "Please, Julie, I can't go on like this." James begged, as his sister changed out Vespah's phial, full from his day of near constant milking, for an empty one. "It won't leave me alone! Every time I get an erection, or even start to get an erection, it's there, pestering me!"

 "Well, now you know how I, and all the other girls, feel." Julie replied, as she finished with her task. "A little taste of your own medicine, right? Every erection an inconvenient time waster."

 James' heart fell, and his bottom lip trembled slightly, at the smug look on his sister's face.

 "P-please, Julie.." he begged again, his voice small and his eyes downcast.

 "That's the best thing about Vespah, really." she went on, cheerfully amused at his pathetic pleading. "It turns an inconvenience into an asset!"

 "Only a small asset, to be sure." she finished, smirking down at her brother's groin. "But, an asset nonetheless."

 Then, her smirk turning evil, she cupped his exposed testicles in her warm hand, and, while rolling them around gently in her grasp, leaned in towards her brother. She tugged on the neck of her shirt, pulling it out as far as she could, while putting her lips next to her brother's ear.

 "Take a look, brother dear. I know that you want to.." she whispered to him, as she thrust her small chest out towards him. "I'm not wearing a bra today."

 James, despite himself, looked down his sister's shirt.

 Yet again, his Vespah activated. Julie just stood over him, grinning in triumph, as she watched his helpless writhing. He was forced to orgasm yet again, grasping desperately at his manhood trapped within the relentless machine, while kneeling at his sister's feet. The beseeching, pleading way he looked up at her only seemed to, much to his dismay, increase her enjoyment of his plight.

 As time passed, he began to lose track of, well, nearly everything. His life, after that first day, had only two possible states: either being milked by his Vespah, or waiting to be milked by his Vespah. All the rest was washed out into a blurred haze of forced orgasmic pleasure and ecstasy. Soon, he couldn't even tell or remember how much time had passed, as every day felt like the same day. He'd wake up to Vespah milking him, shower while Vespah cleaned him, and then try to eat breakfast as Vespah milked him again. Then, he'd try to pay attention in class as Vespah milked him, and try to eat lunch while Vespah milked him, then try to do his homework, or to watch television, or to read a book, while Vespah milked him. Then, finally, he'd go to sleep for the night, as Vespah milked him yet again.

 Even in his dreams, he couldn't escape from the device, as it apparently worked on him all throughout the night as well. It caused his night time mental fantasies to warp and skew, as each normal dream he had was inevitably pushed aside by a Vespah induced wet dream. These were usually about the women in his life, and most often of all, his sister, standing over him, or on him, laughing with dark pleasure, as he orgasmed helplessly. Their succubus natures only grew more powerful, even as he grew weaker, with every pulse of forced pleasure that erupted out of him.

 Meanwhile, as it felt like he was slowly losing him mind to his Vespah, his sister and mother, apparently taking their Vespah technician's, Lucy, advise to heart, had begun treating themselves to a lovely lunch every Sunday, courtesy of the profits from James' collected semen. Sometimes they even took James along with them.

7 - Harvested

 His mind clouded by constant orgasms, James had nearly forgotten what his Vespah had in store for him, should his manhood fail to produce adequate quantities of quality semen for it to devour from him. Until, that is, the day the little green light at the tip of the machine turned yellow during a milking session for the first time. He had been in bed, about to go to sleep, waiting for Vespah to finish with him yet again, after a long day of nearly continuous forced orgasms, when it happened.

 The cheerful green color of the light flashed out, to be replaced virtually instantaneously by yellow.

 A warning yellow.

 He had felt, in that instant, a spike of fear shoot down his spine and through his guts, as he remembered what could happen. His penis, however, apparently interpreted his fear reaction as simple excitement, and his orgasm, which had been longer in coming that particular session than any before, finally exploded out of him shortly after that. The yellow light had returned to green, then winked out, as his Vespah shut down and left his penis in peace once more.

 What didn't leave James, though, was the little knot of fear and apprehension that had settled in his gut, as he thought of the yellow light, and what it meant, when he fell asleep that night.

 After that, he began seeing the yellow light more and more often, usually towards the end of each day, as his increasingly sore and tender cock took longer and longer for Vespah to bring to orgasm. Eventually, when nothing untoward happened to his manhood, despite the ever increasing lengths of time it was taking him to ejaculate, his fear began to subside a little.

 Which was when the yellow light started blinking angrily at him. The longer he took to cum each day, the faster and faster it would blink.

 --

 He was sitting on his bed, looking down at his groin in a growing panic, staring at the yellow light, which was blinking, in a steadily increasing tempo, faster than ever before, when his sister walked into his room.

 Whatever she had been intending to see him about, it must not have been very pressing, because instead of asking him whatever question she'd had on her mind, she just stared down at the flashing yellow light too, her mouth falling open in surprise.

 "Julie!" James cried, when he saw his sister. "Please, help!"

 "How.. How long has this been going on for?" she asked, after she closed the door to his room and knelt down in front of him, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the flashing light.

 "It's been flashing for nearly five minutes!" James blurted, as he started to hyperventilate. "Oh, god, please do something!"

 "Oh, dear." Julie said, as she reached for his Vespah covered penis. "There's not much time left then, I'm afraid."

 "Ahh!" James cried, upon hearing this news. "P-please, help me!"

 Without answering him, Julie took his penis in one hand, then flipped his member up and out of the way, exposing his bare testicles to view. She took them into her other hand, and began rolling and fondling them gently, apparently trying to coax out whatever semen they still had left within them.

 "Well, there's not much I can do.." Julie said, quietly. "Your balls are the only thing accessible to me."

 "Although, perhaps if I.." Julie continued, musing to herself, as she apparently got an idea.

 Keeping her eyes on her brother's, she bent down and gently took his hanging testicles into her mouth. Sucking on them softly, she used her tongue to roll them gently back and forth. While doing this, she moved her hand and pressed it firmly into her brother's perineum, massaging him there with her fingers.

 The feel of his sister's mouth on his balls, in addition to the new, unexpected but pleasurable sensation of the pressure of her fingertips on the flesh just below his scrotum, was enough, barely, to bring James over the cusp of orgasm.

 "Oh, god, Julie..!" he cried, his voice drawing out into a moan, as he wrapped his hands around the back of his sister's head and pulled her against his crotch, as his hips bucked outwards.

 James came, just in time, and his Vespah sucked every drop from him, as usual. Afterwards, shaking and trembling, with his chest heaving and nearly sobbing in relief, he collapsed backwards onto his bed, releasing his sister as he did so.

 "Th.. Than.." he tried to say, as he shuddered all over.

 "Thank you.. Julie.. Thank you." he finally managed. "I'm.. I'm sorry I.. pulled on you.. so hard."

 Julie, who was standing once again, her smirk of amusement slowly returning as she regarded her brother, shook her head ruefully.

 "That's alright, little brother. I suppose we're just lucky I happened to come along when I did." she said.

 "Y-yeah." James replied, looking shakily down at his groin and gulping in fear. "A-another minute or two, and it would have been too.. too late."

 "Yes." Julie confirmed. "I would have hated to miss it."

 "Wha.. What?" James asked, as he looked up at her, his confusion evident.

 Instead of answering, Julie went over to her brother's desk, grabbed his chair there, and drug it back across the floor towards the him. She placed it in front of her brother, who was still sprawled on his bed, and then stood in front of it, directly before him.

 A flush had come over her features, and there was an odd, excited expression glinting in her eyes, as she regarded him while biting her lower lip gently.

 Then she pulled her shirt off, over her head, completely exposing her slender, bare, bra-less chest. Her small, well formed breasts, their nipples pert and hard, heaved excitedly as her breathing picked up.

 "What are.. what are you doing?" James asked, his mouth hanging open, as he took in the full glory of his sister's nude torso for the first time.

 Julie ran her hands up and down her body a few times, still biting her lip, her eyes fastened on her brother, apparently reveling in the feel of the air on her bare skin, then sat down in his chair. Her fingers came rest on her nipples, and she began slowly stroking and caressing them, the sensations of their arousal causing her flush to deepen even further as she continued to look at him.

 "Julie..?" James asked, as he continued to look as his sister, amazed.

 Without replying to him, his sister slowly slipped one of her hands down across her taut tummy, then dipped it below the waistband of the pair of boy shorts (which were probably the same pair that she had been wearing when James had got himself into this whole mess). Her slim fingers came to rest just above a slight damp spot, and she began gently rubbing herself, every movement easily visible through the thin fabric, in small circles.

 Vespah came to life around James' manhood, for what, he felt sure, would probably be the final time.

 "Ah!" he exclaimed, looking down at the device in shocked realization. "Oh.. oh, no. Oh, no, no!"

 "Oh, yesss.." his sister replied, her whole body shivering visibly, as she watched his panicked reaction.

 "Julie, please.." James said, looking to his sister, who was beginning to writhe liquidly in his chair, undulating her body in apparent ecstasy. "I.. I don't have anything left.. Nothing! The Vespah won't stop this time.. Please, s-stop that.. Help me.. D-do something!"

 "I am doing something, little brother. Ah!" Julie replied, with a pleased gasp as she rolled one of her nipples between her fingers. "Although.."

 "Although?" James asked, desperately. "Although, what!?"

 "Well.. Mmm.." Julie moaned, as she continued to pleasure herself. "I guess I do.. hah.. have a key.. to your Vespah."

 "You.. You do?" James asked, his blossoming hope making his voice thicken with emotion.

 "Mmyep." Julie nodded, biting her lip again, as she lowered her face, looking at him demurely through her eyelashes. "Why, do you.. mm.. do you want it?"

 "Oh, god. Please, yes, Julie." James begged.

 "Well.." she hedged, drawing out her response as another shiver ran through her. "I suppose I could go get it for you.. But, you'll have to do something.. mm.. for me in return."

 "What is it? What do you want?" James asked, his panic starting to return as he watched his sister's obvious enjoyment at his desperate plight. "I'll do anything for you, please!"

 "Spread your legs out more." Julie instructed, her eyes gleaming.

 "That.. That's it?" James asked, incredulous.

 "Mmm-hmm.." Julie replied, sliding down a little in the chair, spreading her own lean legs out in demonstration, drawing the taut fabric of her shorts out even more tightly over her hand and sex. "Just spread your legs out, so I can see better."

 "Oh-okay.." James replied, his voice shaky with fear, as he did as his sister asked.

 "There.. Will you go get the k-key now, please?" he asked, once his sister had smiled her approval at his action.

 "Nnn.. Not yet." Julie sighed, happily, as she continued to stroke herself.

 "Why not?" James demanded, his voice growing hot.

 "Whaa.. ooh.. What's the rush?" Julie answered, as she slipped a finger or two into herself. "We've nearly an hour before Vespah.. mmm.. harvests you. There's no hurry, and I want a little time to enjoy this.. hah.."

 "But.. But, Julie.." James pleaded. "Puh.. pl.. please.."

 "Shhh.. Sh.. Shh.." Julie replied, shushing her brother while smiling heatedly at him. "Just let me have this for a while.. Then, I promise, I'll go get the.. the key."

 So James, for nearly the next hour, sat, his fear and terror growing with each passing second and minute, watching his sister slowly masturbate herself to the idea of his impending harvesting. His limbs, already weak from his repeated forced orgasms that day, felt watery and limp, and he was trembling so hard that, in his current, panicked state, he doubted he could even stand himself up.

 Julie, who seemed to be enjoying his escalating panic nearly as much as the idea of his approaching harvest by his Vespah, was lust incarnate, poured into the body of a beautiful, writhing, mostly nude girl. She had wrapped her own legs around the legs of the chair, curling her bare feet and toes inwards against the supports. This gave her the leverage to thrust out her slim hips, while leaning heavily against the back of the chair, and not slip off the piece of furniture entirely. Those hips, which twitched and bucked slightly every few moments, were still graced by the thin, tight, and now quite damp, pair of boy shorts, which did very little to hide the motions of her hand against her cleft. She rubbed her clit in little circles with her thumb, while slowly sliding her fingers in and our of herself, her eyes locked on her brother's Vespah entrapped manhood the entire time.

 She was issuing forth a constant stream of pleasured moans, sighs, and little shivery bits of delighted laughter, as well. When the light at the end of James' Vespah shifted from green to yellow, at about the forty minute mark, she inhaled sharply, then closed her eyes, bit her lip, and pressed her legs together tightly.

 "Oh, that was close.." she said, while trembling in arousal. "But.. not yet.. not just yet.. I want to wait until.."

 She trailed off, smiling wickedly at her desperate brother, then slowly resumed her gentle self stimulation.

 After fifty-five minutes, when the warning yellow light began to blink, slowly at first, but with increasing speed, she shuddered all over.

 "Julie, please!" James begged, looking down at the light in horrified fascination. "Th-there isn't much time left! Please, go get the key!"

 "Shh.. Shh.." Julie responded, her eyes bright, as she watched his crotch intently.

 "Oh, god.." James said, his heart fluttering in panic in his throat.

 "James.." Julie said, after another couple of minutes had passed, with the yellow light blinking ever more insistently. "I've.. ohh.. I've got a confession to make."

 "W-what? Julie, please, go get the key. Please!"

 "Well, about that.." she replied, before trailing off and smiling wickedly at him once more. "I.. uh.. I don't actually have.. mm.. the key. There is no key."

 "Wh.. wh.. what!?"

 "Sorry.." Julie said, sounding completely unrepentant, before she giggled.

 "Oh.. oh, no." James said, as he started to hyperventilate again. "Oh, no!"

 "Just a few more seconds, I.. ahhh.. I think." Julie murmured, staring intently at her brother's manhood.

 "Oh, no. Oh, no." James blurted, as tears began running down his cheeks. "Oh, no, oh no oh no nono!"

 The yellow light, which was flashing almost non-stop by now, turned red. A solid, ominous, permanent red.

 "Yess.." Julie breathed, her body beginning to shudder all over.

 "Oh, no!" James cried, as the Vespah, which had been trying to coax him to orgasm for the entire last hour, gave up on its efforts.

 The razor wire, which had been waiting for its chance this entire time, activated. It began to tighten, slowly at first, and then with increasing rapidity. It squeezed down on the rubber-like substance that made up the seal around the base of James' manhood, and perhaps this pressure, the last thing he would ever feel with his male flesh, was what caused his body to give one, final, desperate effort. Without even the beginnings of an orgasm, he felt a pulse of his semen begin to spurt feebly from him, only for it to be cut off by the tightening wire. Even as his body tried to ejaculate one final time, the wire clamped down on him, cutting easily through the rubber and then slicing just as easily into his flesh. His cum, trapped behind the cutting wire and the rubber-like seal substance, which was even now beginning to contract viciously around his flesh, burned impotently inside of him.

 Finally, the razor wire, after only a moment's more of effort, finished its task. The loop closed completely, severing James' entire manhood, his still erect penis and both testicles, from his body. The red light at the end of the Vespah turned green again, briefly, before it went out for the last time. The rubber-like seal finished constricting, sealing both sides of the cut up quite neatly, and the Vespah, with James' penis still entombed within it, fell free from his groin.

 "Ohh, yesss...!" Julie moaned, as her strokes and caresses over her own flesh reached a fever pitch, bringing her rapidly growing orgasm to a crescendo.

 She came, while watching her brother's manhood roll limply from his body, with her whole body bucking and writhing in desperate pleasure, so hard that she broke his chair. Her legs, lean, but fit and very strong, flexed so powerfully against the chair's legs that, one after the other, she broke the wooden supports. The chair collapsed, dumping Julie onto the floor with a yelp of surprise, followed by giggling laughter, even as she continued to pleasure herself and orgasm powerfully.

 Finally, she began to come down from her climax. After a few more moments, she stood up slowly, legs wobbly and unsteady, and looked down at her brother.

 He was still sitting on his bed, in exactly the same position that he had occupied while his sister had masturbated herself for the past hour, looking down at his severed organs in utter shock. He didn't even seem to be in any pain, just yet, as the enormity of what had just happened to him slowly sank in.

 "N-no.. No." James said, in vain denial.

 "I'm afraid so, little brother. Uh, woah." Julie said, her voice condescendingly sympathetic, as she wobbled and almost fell over again.

 "We.. we have to.. to go to the hospital." James said, his voice, though weak and shocky, beginning to firm. "The hospital. They can save it, put it back on!"

 "Why would they bother?" Julie asked, snorting skeptically, as she reached between her brother's legs and picked up the Vespah, and his manhood, by his still attached and dangling ball sack.

 "I need it!" James cried, wincing. "I need it, and they can save it! Please, Julie, take me to the hospital. Please!"

 "You don't need to go to the hospital." Julie said, rolling her eyes at him, as she inspected his severed organs curiously. "That's what the tourniquet is for. You're in no danger. Um, probably."

 "But, my penis! My balls!" James said, desperately. "They can save them there!"

 "Well, yeah. But, why would they bother?" Julie repeated. "It's only a cock. And balls. They'd probably just dump 'em in the bio-waste bin, give you an aspirin, and send you back home."

 "Julie.." James cried, his voice breaking.

 "I'm going to go put these in the 'fridge, so they don't spoil." Julie said, waving his manhood in the vague direction of the kitchen.

 "W-wait!" James said, as he tried to get up.

 His movements aborted almost before they began, as it became apparent that the pain he wasn't quite feeling yet had finally begun to assert itself. He let out a shocked grunt and went deathly pale, then collapsed back onto his bed, before finally curling up into a fetal position.

 "Whew, that was a great one." Julie said, as she looked about the room distractedly, and then found her shirt and shrugged it back on. "Um, sorry about your chair, by the way."

 "Wait.." James called out weakly, as his sister left his room, his manhood held casually in her hands, shutting his door behind her.

 "Wait.." he repeated again, as tears began to fall down his cheeks once more.