Strange Queens Ch. 04

'Again.'

She was under now, her eyes wide, her mouth wider, submerged in the blissful ocean of cum that was her world as her hands worked harder and harder and her holes were filled to tearing with the rods that never for a second stopped their purely sex-perfect fucking. One hand abandoned her pussy to dive into her ass, quickly stretching it with the fully real and present sensation of her knuckles inside it. She screamed out again under the depths as her cunt exploded and her body jolted with the orgasm. She was sinking deeper into her own thick sea of ejaculate in her mind, and all she wanted was more.

'Again!'

Roberts felt the world around her buzzing, felt the very ocean of cum she was now sinking forever under seemingly coming alive. She was deep now, sinking fast, her hands never stopping in her holes as she fucked and fucked and came and came, her eyes now wide as she stared up at the quickly receding light above her and came like the fucking blazes, only adding to the level around her. Physical being was gone, her hands, in the freedom of her mind, buried up to her shoulders in herself, both holes inhumanly wide around her arms. She felt it -- the ocean -- all around her, crushing in against her skin, alive and buzzing and feeling her inside it. She watched as the light closed above her, knew she was about to be locked away in these depths like a sealed tank forever once it was gone.

She didn't care.

She sucked in her last breath, as it were, as she shook in utter totally consuming bliss as her eyes rolled back and she came again, her legs twisting under her as she tensed every single muscle in her whole body, her hands embedded in her as her final ejaculation squirted out around them. Her eyes fluttered closed over her rolled eyes. Then, slowly, her movements slowed, her shaking subsided. Her orgasm settled, though she never felt it leaving her. Her tensed muscles relaxed and the rods impaling her went still, her holes going silent and her wide open depths slowly and gently returning to normal size.

She never knew she'd passed out.

The light above her was gone, and she sank deeper in her own bliss, eternally resting in a world where her final moment had been so completely and utterly pleasure filled she'd never even known it possible. It was, perhaps, the ultimate of ends.
She sank deeper in the black abyss of joy, dead to the world, dead to herself, her naked body floating away into nothingness in surreal peace.

*

Thirty seconds earlier,

Cell corridor, above

22:54 PM

*

Roberts screamed and more cum sprayed out from the saddle cupping her cunt. She bucked in her restraints, more powerfully than Paulo had seen her do tonight. He watched her jolting as she came, completely oblivious to her real world.

'alpha waves at eighty-nine per cent, Gamma peaking at one hundred and fifty, iota nearly two hundred per cent over exposed!' Mousey brown said worriedly. She looked up at Paulo quickly. 'Sir, if we keep going, she could never regain consciousness again! She's burning our her own neurons on pleasure!'

'AGAIN!' Shouted Paulo, who was doing a small pace along the wall of the cell. Mousy tapped her tablet and a few seconds later the woman beneath them bucked again as more ejaculate erupted from her body. Mousey seemed worried in a very excited way. She watched the woman below, tapping the back of her tablet nervously. 'Sir, I...' She began.
'Goddamn it, do it AGAIN-' Paulo was just shouting at her. But then, something caught his attention instantly. Having turned on the live audio feed through two small speakers on the wall some hours ago to monitor the female without watching, the moans and screams coming from the orgasmically ensnared woman were broadcast around the empty corridor for anyone to hear. But Paulo turned towards them, instantly staring down at the female in her cell. She was bucking and shaking violently in orgasm.

But Paulo had heard something, and he watched her intently. She's moaned a long, loud scream as she'd cum, but something had sounded different. Almost as though...
Almost as though there'd been two people in there instead of one.

Come on, baby, come on... come back to me...

The girl still bucked and shook on her device, her own cum running thickly down her saddle. Mousey looked at him. 'Sir, with all respect, I think we should tone down the intensity for a moment before she burns herself out...' She said. She watched him, unmoving. As soon as Paulo nodded, her fingers were already lowering switches, reducing the intensity of the assault on her body. She tapped back to her analysis page and as the woman's orgasm subsided, she let out an "oh no" as her jaw dropped.

Paulo turned to her. 'What?' He snatched the tablet from her and looked at it. On her display was a long list of graphs, each with stat numbers above and below it. Each graph was drawing out a waving line, much like a graphic view of an audio wave. Scrolling in from the right side was a thin, flat line. Nothing. Dead readings across the board. He stared at it for a long time. The lines slowly ran out across the graphs until the waves that had come before were gone off the left.
'No...' he breathed. 'No, no no no... You can't leave me.'

Mousey watched him, silent, feeling very much like she didn't want to be here right at this moment. She stood there, hands clasped far too tightly in front of her. She looked down in dismay, away from the tall and formidable man before her.

And then she saw it.

Quickly, she took the tablet back, Paulo watching stunned as she tapped at a few different screens and checked other statistics and feeds. All of them read empty or showed no signs of activity. Then she looked down past the tablet, before she checked them all again. As she looked again down through the clear ceiling, Paulo felt his chest tighten.

'What the fuck are you doing?' he asked rather violently. She looked up at him, her huge brown eyes even huger and browner through her glasses.

'Well by all the statistics, she's dead. You can see that. But look at her!' she said, pointing. Paulo did, glancing incidentally at the still form in the cell. There were no signs of life in the harness now, the device still attached to the female's still body. His eyes locked on the small scientist's, and in them she saw all the focussed, determined hatred and violent force in the world channelled through two staring, unblinking orbs. She swallowed and felt like she'd just eaten a very, very big rock, or cock, or both, she couldn't be sure which was worse for the throat, but she sucked in air and licked her lips.
'B-but sir, she's b... She's breathing.'

Paulo's gaze didn't shift for a second. Then it shifted hard. In an instant all that burning evil was gone, and he blinked, instantly flicking his gaze downwards. He stared into the cell, at the milky skinned blonde in her harness, her hair sodden and sticking to her face, her thighs coated much like the saddle she was straddling in her own excretions.
And he saw it too.

Very slightly, almost imperceptibly, but there nonetheless. A tiny rise and fall of her chest. He snatched the tablet back and looked at it, but it was still negative across the board.

Two minutes later three lab coats, two men and the mousey girl from before, stood by the concealed entrance to the cell. One was unlocking it with a high-tech remote-like device. As soon as it clicked open, Paulo ran in, the labs behind him, bolting up to the blonde in her straps and restraints. Now that he was down here it was evident just how big and powerful the device she was ensnared in was. Big and smooth and moulded to her body, it consumed nearly half of her in its black mass, her limbs extending out from it like she was sitting in a massive egg or emerging from a mould. The lab with the remote quickly deactivated the device and it clicked and whirred as it disengaged from her body, a thick sucking sound ending in a pop as the skin like material let go of her skin.

Slowly the breast cuplets released their suction and their sides parted, opening, the blonde girl's breasts dropping free, big rings around their bases and blotchy marks on her mounds where the device had been massaging her. Her nipples, still firm and red, gently pulsed. Next the saddle up her crotch slid out of her, its tubes extracting from her holes, its suckling skin releasing her. It slid away, covered in wetness, leaving her red skin behind. Her pussy still bore a wide darkness where her hole had been stretched, the skin of her cunt still remembering the thick, deep length in it. Similarly her rear companion released her and left her body. Finally, clicking away from her, the massive black mould that had been encasing her for the last few hours slowly sank away into the floor underneath the suspended woman and she was left as she'd been put in there, hanging from her harness and restraints, her pussy bared to the air, small strings of cum still dripping out of her gaping hole slowly and falling to the tiles below as they slid silently back into place.

As soon as they were there, Paulo was with her, and between him and the three labs, they had her harnesses off her in minutes. As the comprehensive torso harness was released, the four of them made to hold her by her legs and arms, but Paulo pushed them away and cupped his arms, simply lifting her out of the open back of the harness and cradling her. He knelt down and Mousey Lab dropped to her knees energetically, her tablet instantly in hand, tapping away. She still read nothing on the woman. Paulo pressed his palm between her breasts, feeling for a heartbeat, for anything. But she was still.

Several long, stretched out moments passed. Moments in which the lab coats turned to each other and whispered, in which Mousey Lab showed her screen to the others who reacted with shock and horror. Through it all, Paulo just stared down at the still, beautiful face of the girl lying limp in his arms. Mousey said something about reflexes, her hand touching his shoulder. He didn't notice it. He didn't care. He just stared at her, at her closed eyes, gently parted lips, at her frozen features. The smell of wet sex floated about her, and some of the larger strings of the thick helping spread lavishly around her crotch and legs was beginning to soak into Paulo's sleeve. At least she'd died in the best sensation imaginable, though, even this small mercy was torn from Paulo's mind instantly, because he knew it hadn't been the young mistress he'd fallen for, the sexy and spunky girl who'd become such an intertwined part of his life in the last few months. No, it had been the manipulative, sexist motherfucker, Roberts, who'd been in possession of her body when she'd left. Chelsea had been long gone.

'I'm... alive...'

The fuck?

Paulo blinked, teary eyes snapping back to the limp blonde woman lying naked in his arms. She still lay there, unmoving. Or had her lips moved ever so slightly?

And then, as he was watching her, he saw her lips twitch, and ever so slightly, her tongue edged out of her mouth and licked her lips. 'M...'

Paulo instantly tensed up. He put his hand between her bust again, felt for a heartbeat. He tried her neck, but it was still. Still, the girl moved. She raised her head slightly. 'Mast... ter...'

'Oh jesus, she's alive!' Paulo spluttered. He stood with her, her weight barely even slowing him down. In seconds he was out of the room, pounding down the corridor outside with the blonde haired unknown in his arms. He passed the reception desk where the tall blonde vixen stood up quickly as he passed and slammed shoulder-first into a door with a big red circle on it, instantly inside a crisp clean medical ward. He found the nearest bed and put her in it gently, resting her head on the pillows and raising her knees on one. His hand was on her cheek, 'Chelsea, hold on. Come on, just hold on, Chel.' The lab coats flew in after him and immediately set about preparing a drip and paddles. The needle slid into her arm and a second later another coat was in his place, two slim paddles in his hands. He heard the all clear from the monitor standing behind him and readied to apply the current that would restart the blonde girl's heart.

And then, her eyes flew open and she looked up to see a white-coated man bearing down on her with two sizzling cardio paddles.

* * * * *

'So you can come? Oh fantastic, I knew you'd help me out... I'll come pick you up, we can use... Yeah, her place is the perfect place to prepare... She's welcome to come if she wants to, but I don't think this will be an easy job... Yeah, I've already asked them, they're both coming... Yeah, it'll be the four of us, unless your Mum wants to come too... Nah, I didn't contact all of the others, but I reckon your skills will be useful... Yeah, the four of us should be small enough... I'll explain everything once you're all here. See you in about an hour... Okay, bye. Bye!'

Rachel put down the phone and turned to the average height girl with deep hair and perfect, milky skin and the brightest blue eyes she'd ever seen in her life. Jordan nodded easily and took another bite of her lunch contentedly and shook her head. 'I shtill cam't beliebe you're all sho willing to helpf me,' she mumbled around her mouthful. 'I honestly don't deserve it after all you went through.'
Rachel shook her head and put her hands on her hips, her powerfully built body standing straight and proud before her. 'How many times do I have to tell you, we made it through that because of each other. None of us could have done it without you, and we've all become close friends because of it.'

Jordan nodded vigorously as she swallowed another bite and winked at Rachel. 'Some of us closer than others, huh?' Rachel planted a fist on her arm and she yelped in pain.
'Oi! Alright, no need for that!' She swung back and Rachel twisted out of the way, laughing. Jordan picked up her empty lunch box and chucked it instead, clocking it right off the flinching woman's head. They laughed again.

It had been a few days since the grand escape from the slave cells that had seen Jordan, Rachel, Katrina, Brianna and her startlingly sexy Asian mother figure, and several other variously attractive women released again into the world and returned to their homes. In that time they'd said goodbye to many people whose lives would have been completely different had they stayed in their cells, as well as taken down not a few, but a whole team of drugged up guards whose only instructions were to keep them locked up for their eventual sale. They'd spent months in their confinement before a freak opportunity had finally allowed them the briefest of opportunities, and they'd taken it. Now, returned to their lives by the brave efforts of Rachel, Jordan and Katrina, with help from Brianna and Amanda and several other women, they were living out there again, and Jordan had called on a few of her newfound friends for help.

Rachel had been there instantly, Katrina vowing to show as soon as she'd finished with her new job. She'd asked to be paid her first wage in advance and had bought herself a new phone, and on it were stored all the numbers that had been on the piece of paper that the freed women had written them on. She felt very, very attached to her contact book. Rachel had called Brianna from Jordan's mountain side resort after a quick lunch and texted her girlfriend the details.

'So. Why don't you tell me what the deal is? We'll fill the others in when they get here. Brianna's got something on right now so I don't have to leave right away to pick her up.' Rachel said, leaning against the long, super modern kitchen bench in the ultra-luxurious living level in Jordan's home. Completely self-sustainable on every level, the occupants of the home could live their lives out of any floor of the building and never need to travel to another, with the sole exception of running down to the stores on the lowest level to get supplies, and to pick fresh vegetables. Right now they were relaxing in the topmost level, a wide, million dollar view over the entire city from the hillside stretching out below them through a full floor to ceiling, wall to wall glass side.

Apart from super-thin joins in panes, the entire out-looking side of the room was one long, near-invisible glass panel. A handle could be found towards each end where a slim, sealable door opened onto a thin but rich balcony. Inside, in a massive open kitchen and lounge table area on the right side of the room when seen from outside looking in, stood Rachel and Jordan, fresh sandwiches on the table. Jordan was dressed in light underwear, a rarity for the nudity-loving female but a friendly gesture to the now proudly partnered Rachel, who had been pounced on by Jordan back in their motel room and whom had cum hypnotically at her touch. Rachel wore big, stylish trackie-pants, a deep maroon colour, and nothing on top, the heated room more than comfortable even in complete nakedness. The deep red of the pants matched her hair, which stood a vibrant and seductive red, now clean and straight and tied back in a loose knot. True to her word, she'd taken up nudism in her private life, embracing the invigorating feeling of being clothes-less. She'd dyed her hair a darker red than her already angry ginger colour, and the darkness was warm, full, and glowing. She looked stunning with the wavy mess of maroon hair that matched the colour of her nipples in black and blue track-pants -- with red accents.

The girls stood, a huge wide fireplace burning away happily in the central wall that separated the entertainment section from the dining section and held the lift to take them between levels, talking in the kitchen. A huge colourful painting adorned the far wall behind the enormous ornate dining table, taking the place where another door or window would be letting light through the entire place. A long, curving couch sat under it, catching the warmth from the fireplace as it shared it with the kitchen and the lounge on the other side, this couch only dwarfed by the massive piece over the wall.

Jordan slid her chair back and stood, stretching widely. She stepped up to the wide fireplace and held her arms out before it.

'Well, as I've told you before, I have a friend called Chelsea. We lived here together. We were happy, we didn't need anything. We loved each other. I still love her, of course I do, but the problem is, one day she left to pick up some simple shopping in the city. She often wanders around and occasionally gets into some trouble but she's smart and she can be dangerous when she's threatened. She's always come home. But, this time, she didn't. She never returned. Now I know that she's very sexually driven, almost as much as me, and we both agreed that we should be free to explore other company if we wanted to, as long as we were honest with each other.

'Occasionally we did, and sometimes we even had some people here, but it was always us first, always above everything. I thought she might have found something so I waited, but then I got scared. I worried, so I threw together some tools and left to find her. I tried the red light districts, I tried her old clubs and even her old house, but they were empty. Eventually I found a place with a hooker outside who seemed suspicious. She seemed like she knew where Chelsea might be, so I tried to interrogate her. But she knocked me out, and the next thing I knew I woke up in the dark. I was naked, and alone. I stayed there for ages until this little dickhead took me out, and then I was sent to the shipyard. You know the story from there.' Jordan turned and backed up her rear on the warm fire.