Strange Queens Ch. 04

'Oh come on, you big baby. How was it? Did she cum? Did you eat her out? Oh, did she eat you?'

Jordan's eyes glinted as she stared at Rachel in excitement. Rachel's face was redder than the street lights with embarrassment and Jordan knew it. 'Well?!'

'Yeah.' Rachel said finally.

'Yeah what? You ate each other out?'

'Yup.' Jordan punched Rachel's arm playfully with a giggle.

'Yas, girl!'

'At the same time.' Rachel added, unable to stop herself from mumbling it. She was sweating from the questions, in the way that someone does when they're embarrassed by something special they've done.

'Whoah, baby! You little kinks!' Jordan laughed from her seat. She could see it now, the two girls, Rachel's firm, muscular body, intertwined with Katrina's petite frame, the fire-haired woman's nose buried in the blonde vixen's crotch as hers was buried in Rachel's. She could feel the fire they had felt, and her own pussy agreed with it.

'What else? Tell me! What was your first time like?'

'Well,' Rachel began with a sigh as Jordan settled into the seat beside her like an excited schoolgirl, nuzzling into the chair sideways, facing her with her big brown eyes wide. 'I guess it was good... Great. She came inside, we talked a bit, and then she kissed me. I guess before I knew it, we were in bed, and her hand was starting to do this, twisting, rolling thing in me that made me burn, and yeah...' She trailed off. Jordan poked her.

'And? What did you do to her?'

Rachel shot her a look, and then sighed. The lights went green and the line began to move way up ahead.

'And I tried to return the favour, you know, I went in with two fingers and worked on her. Actually, she started doing this sexy panting sort of thing, where her whole body would roll like waves were flowing through her. It was fucking hot, as soon as I began it was like my fingers were a key to an orgasm she'd never had before. Her little mouth opened, you know, how you sorta drop your lips in the moment, I could see her little bottom teeth and right into her mouth, her stomach was all rolling and rippling and her hips bucked on my hand, and all the while her hand was like fire inside me, I don't know how she did it, I swear I came in seconds. She had her legs spread astride my hips, I could see my hand in her between our bodies and hers in me, her stomach undulating... It was like heaven, I've never felt anything like it.'

Rachel, finally overcoming her embarrassment to an extent, stopped and shot another look at Jordan, who was grinning like a clown beside her. Her cheeks went as red as her hair again.

'Hey, why do I have to tell you anyway?' she asked, shouldering Jordan's nose away. Jordan sat up again, laughing.

'Why not, silly? I want to know! You gotta have a girlfriend to tell this stuff to, right? That's half the fun!' She twisted in her seat again, 'Of course, you already know what the other half of fun is!' Rachel shoved her, and she made taunting moaning sounds. The girls laughed and slapped at each other, like the good friends they were.

It came time to move off at last and Rachel went back to driving. The lights turned and they stopped first in line at the turnoff. Ahead should be smooth sailing up to Jordan's home.

'You should come in, stay with me for a while.' Jordan said casually. Rachel nodded.

'That'd be nice, I don't have anything else to do today until I have to pick up Kat.'

'Want to borrow my car again?'

'If you wouldn't mind? I'll be at your place anyway, and mine is still at home.'

'Course you can, you know I have plenty at home anyway.'

It was true; Roberts had a fine collection of vehicles ranging from quiet, basic city cars, exotic sports cars, trucks and vans, and even a full sized eighteen-wheeler, a brand new model with detachable trailers that could equip smaller cabins for city-based transport. Every single girl the heroic little team of mismatches had saved could have taken a car from Jordan's secret home and not left her at a deficit for transport.

The lights flipped and the girls turned the bend. Immediately the road began to incline upwards and widened out, and Rachel stepped on the gas. Before long they were shooting up into the hills and onto the highway.

Jordan, having flicked the radio to a station both girls enjoyed, hummed along to some uplifting electronic beats, and, looking about the car for something of interest, began to fiddle with Chelsea's experimental mind wave device.

* * * * *

The car pulled to a halt in a free bay marked out with clean, crisp white lines. Paulo opened the door and swung himself out, Chelsea following suit. She was happy to be home, and happier to be there with her Master. She wanted him here. It was like this was how it was supposed to be, and even though she hadn't realised it until they'd started to head towards it, she knew now that she was ecstatic to be home with him.

Paulo had chosen a parking space towards the far end of the half-natural, half cut out cavern, hoping to help hide the extra-dark exotic purple hybrid from anyone who might enter the parking space behind him. He remembered mention of another woman -- Jasmine, or Jordan, or something -- one to whom Chelsea had been very attached before she'd met him. He had no idea who or where she was, but if she happened to return home while he was here, he hoped that she would not notice his car when she arrived.

The two stepped around the car and walked along the pathway in front of the parking spaces until they came to the steps leading up to the wide, empty platform on which the elevator doors lay waiting. Chelsea helped Paulo climb the steps and together they strode up to the doors. Again Paulo wondered how he would use the machine, but, as though by magic, the doors parted and opened with a near-silent shoosh as Chelsea approached. The two stepped inside and Chelsea brushed her thumb upwards on a flat, pristine metal panel in the wall distinguishable from the rest of the metal lift only by the size of the sheet. Where the rest of the lift was seamless, this panel had tiny, hairline joins around it. They weren't even big enough to look like a place where a separate panel attached to the wall; no, they looked more like they were there for decoration, and to distinguish the panel. Paulo could almost have sworn that the panel wasn't even a separate sheet of metal at all.

The metal square lit up at Chelsea's touch in a blue, source-less arrow that seemed to float above the surface of the panel. Immediately, with their almost imperceptible whoosh, the doors closed. Paulo didn't even feel the lift move, and in no time the doors opened again, revealing an open, stark white corridor stretching far away from them on both sides.

'Where are we?' he asked Chelsea.

'First level, baby.' She replied, breathily. 'Cell block, living space, quarantine storage. Want me to show you around, my Master?'

Paulo began to say no, but changed his mind. With any luck, this other woman, Jordan, would be away for a while, and he was here to investigate. What good would it do him to only see part of the building?

'Yes. Show me around, my little peach.' He patted her hair, stroking it, and she lovingly pecked his cheek, brushing her fingertips down his front. He shivered internally.

Chelsea grasped his hand and began to show him around, starting with the cell blocks. Touching a small, nondescript metal square in the wall not far from the lift, a panel in the wall beneath it slid away to reveal a compact electric car. Four wide-tyred wheels sat astride a flat metal plate, two seats and a generous table attached to it. A long, spindly strut held a compact steering wheel, which Chelsea grasped and swung on what Paulo now saw was a movable arm out of the way. The two sat down, and Paulo discovered to his surprise that the chair was surprisingly comfortable. He rested his arm on the table as Chelsea drew the manoeuvrable wheel back into place and placed her thumbs on some d-pad-like joysticks. Without a sound the tiny caddy drew away towards the cell blocks, the very rooms in which Chelsea and Jordan had awoken so long ago to begin their new lives at the hands of Eliza Roberts.

* * * * *

Jordan put the glasses on again and a wave of white light irradiated her irises, soothing her nerves instantly and relaxing every muscle in her whole body. She'd done it three times now, testing out her experiments as she fiddled with Chelsea's invention.

Chelsea had explained it to her once, and she remembered most of the science behind it. Using a popular, tried-and-true method of hypnosis, the device uses light stimulation -- a more refined, powerful version of the simple swing-a-pendulum-and-watch-it technique which is stereotypically synonymous with hypnosis the world over -- as well as auditory input to 'distract' a subject. This moves their consciousness out of the way, in essence, and allows access to the subconscious. All the device has to do then is send a simple command to the subconscious and control is ascertained. From there, anything from planting triggers, to reprogramming actions or thoughts, to taking full control over a subject is possible.

This device, however, is a detector, a sort of mind-wave scanner. The principle is simple. Energy works in vibration-like waves, the same waves that sound humans can hear is made from, the same waves that light works in. As such, you can think of energy, sound, and light, as the same. The human mind in its most simplistic form works the same way. Hundreds of thousands of separate waves of energy are generated and transmitted inside the neurones in the brain, much like the thousands of individual waves that make up the snares, drums, guitars, synths and everything else in a song. The theory here is that these waves actually aren't completely localised to inside the skull, and radiate their unique frequency in a short radius outside the head. As such, a person actually has a small circle of energetically-charged mind waves around their head at any one time, the off-shooting vibrations of energy from their very thoughts themselves.

By using a very powerful antenna tuned to absorb and vibrate in tune with these waves, the device can pick up nearby brain patterns. It's not as clear-cut as mind reading; nothing on this scale would be able to read an entire thought, for example, hear a voice, replay a memory, listen to a sound, and so on. That sort of device would be much more akin to the science fiction mind readers seen in old movies; big metal domes strapped to the skull, shaved heads, machines the size of living rooms full of multi-billion dollar equipment. The idea here isn't to read thoughts, though. This tool is aimed at getting a feel for who's being read, a taste, as it were.

In this fashion, the device can pick up on the minute waves of energy and transmit them back in a form that can then be input into a subject. First, however, that subject has to be cleared. Thoughts and emotions currently being experienced by the 'reader' will interfere with the input and make the senses undetectable, so Chelsea had designed a quick "clean" cycle. By taking the conscious away, the device simply tells the subconscious to relax. By virtue of the subconscious's link to the conscious, it immediately relays these instructions to the consciousness, subduing thoughts, removing emotional feelings and relaxing everything not necessary to life support -- tensed muscles, arousal, pain, thoughts, emotions. The subsequent 'wiped' mind is then suitably blank, ready to pick up and process the incoming thought patterns of a subject.

Jordan had been fiddling with the finer settings of the device to see if she could improve the device's clarity. She knew she couldn't detect a thought, but if she could tune more finely into one particular wavelength -- say, if she knew Chelsea's arousal worked in her brain at a frequency of 22.2 kilohertz -- she could cut out other signals and focus all the device's energy on that one frequency, in turn focussing it right inside her own head.

Jordan felt nothing. She didn't think. She didn't move. She didn't breathe. She lay completely still.

Thirty seconds passed. Rachel looked over and instantly blanched. Jordan was still, her eyes wide, glazed. Gentle lights pulsed on the inside of the lenses, their reflections glinting clearly off her irises right at Rachel. She made to do something, but was forced to keep both hands on the wheel as an impatient driver overtook her with half an inch between his car and hers. He honked his horn and gave her the finger.

Jordan looked about herself. She raised her fingers to her lips and took another drag, before putting the hand back to the wheel. She flicked off the burned embers of her cigarette carelessly and they singed the already mottled dashboard for a moment. Fed up, she crushed her indicator into submission and swung out past the car ahead, flipping the finger at the driver inside as she passed her. But as she caught sight of the woman in the vehicle, she did a double take.

It was someone she knew. It was Rachel. And beside her was-

Jordan's hand flew to her glasses and drew them away from her face. Instantly she looked out the window and saw the car ahead of them. Although the driver had already passed them, she knew what she'd just seen.

The driver in the car held a glowing cigarette in two fingers, and Jordan could see it through their back window.

'Fuck...' she breathed.

'What the fuck just happened? You stopped breathing there, I think.' Rachel said to her, having finished gasping. She had been about to shake her friend as soon as the idiot in the car ahead passed her, but that had been when Jordan had woken up.

'I think I was just inside that person's head...' Jordan breathed.

'Look, whatever you're doing, stop for the time being. We're nearly there.'

'Agreed,' breathed Jordan. She was flustered, and the image of Rachel -- and herself beside her -- in the other car, their car, still burned In her brain. She put the device down and sat up, brushing herself down.

Outside, the car tuned off the highway and parted the bushes at the edge of the road, beginning the journey down the dirt path to Jordan's home.

* * * * *

On the screen in the open, spacious kitchen barely two cells away from where Chelsea and Paulo were at that exact moment, a TV screen flicked on, displaying a snowy image of the pathway leading up to the house. On it, several camera screens intelligently flicked by, showing a vehicle approaching the house, each screen changing to the next camera to keep the focus on the vehicle in centre frame.

Neither occupant of the facility saw it.

Chelsea drove the caddy out of the cell they were in and approached the end of the hall. Ahead was the kitchen, living area, a set of cosy sleeping quarters, some of Roberts' inventions, and, at the end of it all, the quarantine storage.

* * * * *

Jordan stepped back into the car as the gates opened. On the metal face of the entry pad, the holographic lights faded away, leaving a sheer, empty surface once more. Jordan sat back into the car and Rachel continued up the road.

* * * * *

'So this locks a woman into the device?'

'Yes, with a material that uses electrolytic charged fibre fabric to interact at the dermatological level with nerve endings, rendering them uncontrollable and completely open to stimulation.'

'And then the device fucks her orifices from inside the saddle there, while she's completely unable to even wriggle from the suction fabric and from these two colums that hold her lumbar rigid?'

'That's right, Master! Very good!'

'It's almost too much like the same device we developed at Kapplin two years ago...'

'Ah, but the catch is that this device is completely portable, and, has the audio input built in. See? AUX jack here for regular earphones. The voice is hypnotically positive and inaudible waves are channelled behind her voice. Default setting is to program the subject to enslave herself to whoever wears the attachable wireless fibre pad, male or female, but if none is worn the device will enslave them to the first person they see. Currently though, it's set to make them lesbian.'

'Fascinating...' Paulo breathed. The pair stepped away from the smooth, crisp white egg with the shape of a crotch and legs in it's sides and entered the sleeping room corridor. Behind them, the screen flicked to a view of the parking lot, unseen.

* * * * *

The elevator sat waiting for the two women as they climbed the stairs. Jordan couldn't help herself but sneak a glance at Rachel's backside as she stepped up them. The woman had as fine an ass as he rest of her body, and, perhaps from Jordan's experimentation earlier, she was just a little too horny to ignore. She concentrated on keeping her urges under control.

The pair didn't stop walking as the lift silently opened before them, stepping in in one fluid stride. Jordan brushed her knuckle against the very same panel that only minutes ago had been used by Chelsea, the lover Jordan hadn't seen for months but had yearned over every single night. As the lift doors closed, Jordan felt herself dizzying.

Upstairs, Chelsea paused. She had just opened the interior door to the quarantined storage, the room in which projects -- along with the petrified carbon remains of Chelsea and Jordan's original bodies -- for Paulo. He stepped inside, looking around, but she paused in the doorway. A force had come over her, one she didn't understand. It was something familiar, something old, but it only confused her. Stepping into the room slowly, as though someone were pulling her back, she let the pressurised door swing closed behind her, and with it, the sensation abruptly cut off.

Back in the lift, Jordan's eyes opened. She had slumped against the wall and Rachel was holding her. Gingerly, she let go of her head and her gaze focussed on Rachel's.

'She's here.'

'What?' Rachel said.

'She's here. I just felt her inside.'

'But we just got here, are you saying she was here already?'

'She must be. Something's interfering; something else is keeping her focus. I can't feel her until she stops thinking about it.'

Rachel helped her friend up and she absently straightened her jumper. A new focus drifted over Jordan's composure; as Rachel watched, it was as though she strengthened, as though her whole body shifted from the sexy, free-range light heart to a controlled, apprehensive woman.

'What is it?' Rachel asked her gently. Jordan looked at her as she pushed her sleeves up.

'She's got someone else with her. Someone controlling her, or so close to her that she's forgetting me. I don't think she knows who I am.'

'Wait, what makes you think that?' Rachel asked quickly.

'I can tell.' Jordan said. Rachel didn't notice the water welling in the other woman's eyes. She tried to hide it. Her mind was racing and so was her heart. It was like she was a kid again, in love for the first time. She had no idea why Chelsea's signals were so mixed, but it worried her regardless and the worry had dropped a stone in her gut that was churning her insides into mush. It had all come on so fast that she felt sick.

The lift doors opened and Jordan strode out.

Across the building, Paulo gazed up at the enormous chambers centred in columns in the room. Five of the eight were occupied, the remaining three only full of the preservative liquid.

'Who are these people?' He asked Chelsea.

'That's us,' she said. Those ones are me. That one there, the first one, is my original, real body.'

Paulo turned to her. 'What?' he breathed.

'It's one of Her inventions. Her best, she thought. It's a device that literally extracts someone's entire mind and rebuilds the body, brain and all, around it. It's the only way you can get at the mind completely exposed, inject thoughts and ideas at will without any hindrance. She turned me into her slave, and then she turned-' Chelsea paused. Paulo looked at her, the bluish-green glow of the chambers illuminating their faces.