The Curator Ch. 17

Chapter 17: Togetherness

Maya was bored and killing time while Sue watched with contempt from the rack. For Sue, the whole boiler room had become a cyclical time bubble of constant fucking. She had no concept of whether she had been racked and "serviced" by the Busy Beaver robot for an hour or 5 hours since she could not see the countdown clock anymore; Maya had turned it sideways to face the console where she sat catching up on e-mail, texting and even playing video games on her tablet computer and smartphone to pass the time.

Sue could only wonder what her own inbox was like and had no idea what happened to her purse and phone. Were they preventing her from getting to such devices for some reason? Actually, she didn't really care and was glad to be free of technology for now. With everything that had happened in the last several days, being helpless and controlled was a relief at the moment. She needed some time to think and get her head together.

If not for the nipple clamps and the damn bells dangling from them, Sue might even have been able to enjoy her predicament. Instead, every jingle reminded her of inability to remove the painful clips. It was probably her imagination, but it seemed as if they were getting tighter and heavier over time.

Maya was taking pictures on her phone again. "You're expression is priceless. Poor little rabbit, I know the nipple clips are really unpleasant. They're damn hard to get off too. The clips used to hold trim on a car apparently. Dr. Englevol's notes on the machine say they're safe for a while yet but that the machine doesn't have a removal feature for them. We found out the hard way with Cindy. I guess it only assembled and didn't disassemble, but don't worry I have a brand new set of wire cutters for later, only used once. When he gets back, Bill can squeeze them hard enough to cut the clips off."

Maya didn't seem to notice that Sue wasn't really paying attention to her. Sue was light-headed and had a queasy stomach. An unusual energy was coursing through her body making her insides warm--like she had just drunk an extra large coffee on a cold day. It was also hard for her to concentrate. Her mind was racing, and she was completely wired. All of it seemed fueled by hormones and lust. Sue wasn't worried, though, since she knew what it was. The intensity of sensation and consuming lust could be nothing else; the effects offlowering andalignment were increasing.

The pain in her nipples grew more distant as her attention returned to following every little movement of the black rubber cock as it slowly and methodically probed in and out. After a while, the pattern changed again, and she was drawn to the texture of the small rubber knobs twiddling her labia as the cock was slowly thrusting in and out. The effect caused her to be keenly aware of every millimeter of the shaft and the mechanical exploration to which she was subjected.

The robot seemed to move the little clit stimulator in and out independently of the cock next to it. She couldn't really see down there to figure it out. She just knew that sometimes the cock would be deep inside yet she would still not feel the stimulator. Most of the time, the stimulator made just a whisper of contact--no doubt a planned and calibrated amount of contact. The vibration of the cock was dialed back as well as if to be more of a tease. Even though the robot was running slow and steady, her sexual frustration level was building with no end in sight. Also, no doubt, a carefully considered effect.

The squid had taught her plenty about frustration. The robot's attempts to tease her seemed almost tame by comparison. She knew how the game was played. She was intended to dwell and obsess over when (or if) she might eventually be allowed to come again so that a pattern of build up, need, desire, and delayed gratification would fuel a crescendo of excitement before she was driven to an earth-shattering orgasm. Been there, done that. Her body definitely was subject to the technique. Oh, it worked alright. She was looking forward to that programmed orgasm like a crack-whore waiting for her next fix. Mentally, however, she was strangely devoid of emotional involvement. The drama was too contrived to be convincing after what she had already been through. The robot would get around to fucking her in earnest eventually...hopefully it would be soon.

With no end in sight, Sue was in conservation mode. Accepting her helplessness begrudgingly, she stopped her pointless struggling against the straps awhile ago in order to save breath and energy. Struggling to catch her breath with her mouth plugged by the Nuymean gag was its own form of torture, especially with the relentless squeeze of the corset adding more resistance. She knew all too well the physical toll that the constant fight for breath would eventually exact on her after her experience in the sex maiden. She had to remain calm and breathe through her nose. Still, she couldn't help clinching, relaxing and shifting in response to the internal probing.

The probing seemed awkward. The Eager Beaver robot might be a high precision machine, but it was not sensitive to her responses and knew nothing except bits and bytes. Her responses were just anticipated input parameters to the programming done by the good Dr. Englevol. The methodical bastard made sure that among the variety of motions, random sequences and variable timing every millimeter of her vagina was probed and prodded. Nevertheless, Sue began to recognize the patterns even though the information was of little use. She had no means of reacting on her own, immobilized on the rack, but she had cracked the code. Sue waited for one particular move; the only previous pattern in the set which stimulated her to orgasm.

She had that special pattern memorized. The robot cock would start to circle, counter clockwise, a little wider each time. As it circled, the thrusting would move in and out bringing the clit stimulator closer and closer. Soon she would feel it brushing a little harder each time. After 6 circles and 18 thrusts, she would start to feel a stronger touch. By the 18th circle, her clit would be aching for release. The magic would start as the rubbing on the outside paired with the probing on the inside. The cock vibrations would speed up and the thousands of nerve endings bundled in that special little bud of flesh would consume her being. By the 42nd circle, it would start to hurt a bit as she finished orgasming her brains out. The 46th circle was somewhat painful with little pleasure. She didn't get much post-orgasmic sensitivity, but the machine simply kept going either way. She would ride out the overload then could feel more comfortable. After the 52nd circle, the robot would switch to a new program in the random sequence. The problem was that there had to be at least 40 different techniques programmed into the thing. Of all of them, this pattern was the only one which really did it for her. The only sequence of programming that hit the right buttons of her biological machine.

The latest tease was interrupted as the robot unexpectedly pulled the cock out. It coated the rubber thoroughly using the lubing compartment and then slowly spun the knobby rubber rod back towards her without spilling a drop. After a quick scan of the targeting laser, the cock was thrust abruptly back inside, clit stimulator in alignment. Another glob of excess lube was squeezed off the cock as her pussy lips enveloped it, adding to the puddle on the floor beneath her. The whole process took under 4 seconds.

As soon as she was intimately repacked, the robot switched to the next program.Fuck! She hated this pattern. The cock started pounding in and out like a piston, fast and hard, probably twice to three times a second. Her belly was shaking from the vibrations and her nipple bells were playing a jolly chorus. If not for the gag, her teeth would be rattling. Back behind the robot arm, the cooling fans were kicking up, and the air compressor came on. All she could do was hold her breath and wait for it to end, a cruel and rough kind of fucking that really set off more alarms than fireworks for her. This program seemed to be an attempt to intimidate her, and she didn't have any use for such drama anymore.

Finally. The cock stopped, and she exhaled through her nose with a bit of a snort. She practically wheezed as she tried to get her breath back. The robot, however, was already starting the next program, a slow steady pumping. She could really feel the penetration in and out, deep and forceful, knob-by-knob. Each thrust had a brief hold before changing direction. Her body was trying to push her hips back against the thrusting without her conscious direction. Strapped tight, that wasn't happening, but her body kept trying anyway. She realized she should stop the compulsive attempt at movement to save energy, but she didn't want to. The struggles were turning out to feel good.

Sue was starting to enjoy the way being bound increased the intensity of sensation, helpless to escape the cock inside her, but liberated from choice and action. From a rational point of view, the futile struggling should just be a negative feeling of frustration and pointlessness. From a physical point of view, aroused as she was, the struggling ignited Sue's dysfunctional lust like jet fuel. She had gone full circle from curious to kinky without even trying. How had it happened so fast? Do you learn to have a fetish or are you born with it? Regardless, she was starting to love bondage. She tested the straps, and they felt...comforting.

Sue had not climaxed during the last dozen or so different programs, but the current program was definitely getting to her. Her body was more than ready and letting her know. Again a beep and the cock was quickly gone, back to the lubing compartment, leaving her pussy dripping and abandoned.Could this thing be any more annoying? She waited as the arm returned to hover below her slit.Is it a malfunction? After at least 5 minutes, she was still waiting.Go ahead, tease me some more, think I care? I'll still be here waiting when you get around to it you fucking pile of scrap. Right there! Empty hole! Go ahead, fuck me you piece of shit. Better turn up the horsepower, I'm not fucking impressed!

Sue was shocked at her own anger. The pressure of seething frustrations was too great to hold back any longer; the cork had finally popped. It wasn't just the endless teasing from the robot. Everything felt like it was coming down around her, from the Director hounding her about publications to the freakin' snow outside trapping her at the museum. Charlie, Bill, Martin...all of them. They were treating her like a child, and she was sick of it.

Her shattered composure was only a bellwether for the transformation overtaking her. Her rage disappeared as fast as it came, but it had ignited a hidden passion. She could feel her blood at a low boil while every hormone she had surged from her glands.Alignment had won. She couldn't fight its energy. Instead, she embraced the liberated passion like a long lost friend. She would not argue with the other part of herself any longer. She was a depraved slut, spread open, getting fucked and loving it, even longing for it. OK. Fine. A label. A role. Cunt. Whore. Slut. Bring it on. All of it was a dimension of her--not an identity. She was also Dr. Susan Kensington the scientist, scholar and so much more. Why could they not co-exist, each part of who she was? No conflict was necessary. Society could shove its narrow-eyed judgments of culture and religion up its ass. Fuck it all. She denied that artificial morality of sex, those constraints of supposedly normal behavior: the chains of others trying to control and manipulate her.

She knew how wrong she had been; the battle of viewpoint was not just observer and participant. Dignity must balance with depravity; mind and body; sensual and intellectual. Who she was; what she did; what she knew, and even what she had accomplished in life suddenly seemed trivial compared to what she could discover and what she could learn; what she could experience, and what she could become. It was about passion and being in the moment. Now the moment at hand was erect and waiting just in front of her pussy. That's what the Nuymeans were trying to teach. How had she never realized just what her life had been so devoid of feeling?

The robot was still waiting to shove another lesson in overcoming inhibitions and acceptance up her cunt, but she now knew that lack of inhibitions was not the goal of Nuymean training. It was the first step in the process. Inhibitions block the passion of the deeper self so need to be removed. It was as simple as that. She needed to find that passion in all aspects of her life and learn to follow her heart without fear, let her body have crazy make-up sex with her mind. Mutual forgiveness for past wrongs would be balanced with mutual acceptance. Right here, right now, she felt a moment of that perfect balance. In that moment of peace and calm, those last obstacles of inhibition and social conditioning exploded like a stick of dynamite, fucked out of her. Their pointlessness was now completely apparent. She was ready to define herself now, not be defined. She reclaimed the part of her sanity that had been slipping away. No...more than that. She had an epiphany. She wasaligned and knew it. Maya was right, it probably was the greatest thing that ever happened to her.

Aaahh, holy fuck! With a smooth precision thrust, the robot rammed the cock up inside to the full and calculated depth. One second her pussy was empty, the next second filled, penetrated and stretched. A small shockwave rippled through her flesh from the abrupt and forceful insertion. The corset helped to channel it upwards to set the nipple bells ringing again. In response, she felt a hint of an orgasmic contraction, but the stimulation was over too quick to set off the big O.

The Eager Beaver followed its schedule and started a new program. One circle,the circle?Oh yes, the pattern. Her eyes widened. By the 5th circle, she was ready, desperately ready. Her emotions shifted instantly to hope.Maybe, for once, please...yes, keep going...please...this feels so good. Oh, yes...

Suddenly the console beeped, and the cock stopped. Sue looked over towards Maya to see her just sitting there playing a game on her smartphone. She looked up, just as surprised by the beeps as Sue. A couple lights on the console shifted, and the robot pulled the cock out.What the hell? Did it break? Instead of going to the lube compartment, it went all the way back to the bin.

Sue almost lost it completely.God I ache. Now of all times? She might have let loose a maniacal laugh if she could.Drama. Fuck it. She knew it was just a mindless machine, and she also knew it would be worth the wait. The game was almost boring now--despite it's utter effectiveness. She was actually enjoying it on some level, but for how long?

The arm reappeared with a golden phallus in its grippers, a Nuymean phallus! Maya and the others must have loaded it in the bin. This wasn't denial torture, just an equipment change. She couldn't tell which phallus it was without her glasses, but it didn't matter. Less than 3 seconds later, the Eager Beaver had it lubed and targeted.

Aaahh, holy fuck! With a smooth precision thrust, the robot rammed the cock up inside to the full and calculated depth. The lusterite was warm as if heated in the bin. It was one of the larger versions. The Nuymean guide would have rated it at the upper end of challenging. She closed her eyes, following the motions. The robot was resuming the same program.Delight. Each circle and move was calculated, within established tolerances, programmed by a completely obsessive engineer who decided that this machine was somehow the ultimate way to fuck a woman senseless. She couldn't help but wonder about his motivations. No...his passions. Yes, she was experiencing the results of the kind of passion she did not have--even if his passions were more than a bit odd.

Gradually, the motion started to change while the amplitude of the thrusting increased. The robot had never done that before. Sue noticed Maya was fiddling at the console almost as if in a trance. With each thrust, it pulled a little further out, just a bit, but it was hard to discern. The speed shifted as well, out slow, in fast, out gently, in hard.Oh, yes, oh... Soon it was pulling all the way out except for the very last millimeters of the tip. Each thrust opened her up anew followed by deep penetration up to just short of her cervix. She had never felt anything like it. It wasn't entirely pleasant, but it did feel like she was getting thoroughly and completely fucked like she had never been fucked before, roughly and utterly.

Maya was watching her the whole time with a blank stare. What happened to her playfulness? Something is wrong with her. She kept adjusting the controls as she watched Sue's responses. Sue no longer recognized the program. Whatever Maya was doing had kicked the Busy Beaver into overdrive. The fans and motors running louder and faster as the arm picked up pace.Yes, hell, fuck, yes! Each thrust was met with an intimate contraction. Her muscles squeezed compulsively in reflex from the invasion, fighting to protect themselves.

As the phallus was moving up and down, she suddenly felt something odd.No, maybe not. The machine continued with some slow and steady thrusting.There it is again. She could swear the phallus moved on its own.How? Suddenly Sue's awareness detached and shifted from participant/victim to observer/scientist again.Could the phallus be obtaining power from the machine somehow? Magnetic field? Loose wire? Does it need to be powered? Maybe it was still charged up from before? Apparently, Nuymean stone, Nuymenite or Nuymenide, was not the entire picture.

Now Maya seemed to be cranking every knob on the console up to max. Sue was grateful for Maya's careful setup earlier. If she moved even a bit while the robot arm was operating at this speed, it would certainly injure her. The Busy Beaver was thrusting in and out like a jackhammer, but it was not unpleasant like the other program. Suddenly, the robot was expert in its ministrations. The movements were smooth and fluid. Even if inhumanly fast, each thrust was like that of a skilled lover.Like Bill was when I was in the stocks. How?

Sue was taken to the edge of climax but didn't want to come just yet. She just wanted to stay in this state of bliss for a few more minutes first, but she could not. Her endurance was no longer up to the challenge. Her breathing was out of control, and she was starting to hyperventilate. The vigorous fucking was irresistible. No woman would be able to lie still and take it. She struggled and reacted. Nose breathing alone was simply not enough anymore, and she could feel herself starting to get faint.

Maya was there in an instant undoing the straps on the gag. She ran right past the yellow safety line into range of the robot arm without a second thought. Sue would have screamed for her to stop if not for the gag. Fortunately, the robot was too busy fucking Sue to swing the arm anywhere else. When the ball came out, Sue immediately started to feel some relief. Within a minute, she was back in control and only out of breath from her own exertions. The robot never slowed down during the whole process and Sue's nerve endings were quick to remind her.

The thrusting started to move higher and more forward almost as if trying to lift her from inside her vagina. Abruptly, it hit a certain spot and the sensation was off the charts. Her G-spot! To her surprise, she actually had one. Sue had never been able to find it and had questioned the truth of the concept. Apparently, she hadn't been forceful enough. The orgasm was strong and forceful, so forceful, in fact, that her tired muscles ached deliciously as they spasmed for what seemed like forever.