Strange Queens Ch. 04

And then, just as she was realising the reality of her situation, he'd pushed, gently, into her, and she felt the mass suddenly invade her more, felt it slipping over her tongue without a single resistance. She'd tried, quickly, to stop him, but he was inside her. It was too late. All the resisting she'd done had only made it worse, only served to tighten her mouth around him. It was exactly what he wanted. The next instant she felt her head on something hard and realised he'd pushed her back against the door. Her head was now held in place against the stall door, unable to back away, unable to escape. And he kept coming, kept pushing slowly into her.

She'd knelt there, shaking, but somehow still caught in the curiosity and lust that being drunk offers, bare knees on the cold tiles, pussy tingling, thick cock in her mouth, as it touched the back of her throat and tilted downwards. She felt her jaw stretching to allow him into her as he reached his depth and her nose was suddenly full of hair. She could feel his balls on her chin, feel his legs either side of her body and his cock head down her neck, expanding her outwards, but there was nothing else she could do. Her cheeks felt taut with pressure.

He slid out and she barely resisted the gag that finally triggered in her, but he was back, only going out as far as her tongue before slipping his mass back into her. She'd gagged, but every gag was sloppy and delayed from the drink, and his cock occupied her throat so fully that she couldn't draw in the air to complete the motion. All she did was squeeze his penis with her throat, her tongue rubbing up the base of his shaft as she tensed to choke. And that had been how he'd fucked her, slow fucking her mouth, sliding in and out of her, her wide eyes forever peering up at him in a sort of pleading, innocent way that made his balls burn and his cock dribble.

Eventually she'd stopped gagging so much as she'd gotten used to the length, and it was then that he'd sped up, entering her with more vigour now. She'd only just been able to shape herself to minimise the impact and let him do it when he pulled back and his hand appeared on her head, gripping her hair tightly, somewhat tilting her face backwards. He pulled out of her mouth, still wide from him occupying it, and blown his load of thick cum all over her. Most of it went in her mouth, but some, a decent enough amount to make it plainly obvious that she'd been faciallised, pumped over her cheeks and chin, running over her skin and into her hair. A little jetted into her eye and she blinked, tears welling at the ready. She slowly tilted her head back as he realised her, gently massaging any ejaculate left in his length out with a rapid wanking motion in front of her head before finally, finally, he wiped the worst of his own semen off on her cheek and pulled up his pants. She coughed hoarsely, her throat tight and dry. Sticky semen hung from her face.

And he'd left her there, stepping over her and washing his hands before he left, left her kneeling on the floor of the men's room stall, legs wide, skirt torn, panties showing, panties that bore a wet line marked down the crotch, her school shirt tousled and coiled around her back, semen beginning to dribble off her face onto it, forever staining it with the mark of Brad's cum. She'd just sat there, numb, confused, her face covered in milky, sticky semen, her mouth full of the strong flavour and thick mass of his ejaculate in it. One breast hung exposed in its bra, her shirt half unbuttoned from the intercourse.

Eventually, dully, she'd swallowed reflexively and felt a large portion of Brad's seed seep down inside her body. She began to lick her cheeks and lips, only then realising what a mess her face was. It was at this point that she'd gotten shakily to her feet and stumbled out of the stall, her dress falling from her hips and crumpling around her ankles forgotten, and she'd seen herself in the mirror.

Dirty, her hair wild and messy and hanging limply from her head, she was covered in cum, her face caked in it. Her top was torn, one button left clinging together under her boobs, her bra out. Her legs were bare, panties showing for all to see. But it all came second to her face. Strewn across her skin, strings of the stuff hanging over her eye and clinging in clumps to her cheeks and lips, some even clumping In her hair, she'd been facialised by the one male she'd thought had been her friend, and his semen dribbled off her like the sticky mark of hatred that had been born at that very moment deep inside her mind, a mark that would slowly grow and seep throughout her entire brain until it overtook her and drove her to hate everything male in the world.

She looked like the sluttiest porn actor she'd ever seen in her time online, looked like the living personification of every erotic act of intercourse between man and woman, every rotten act dominated by the man and leaving the woman bare and left with his mark forever inside her. A wad of ejaculate dropped off her chin and plopped onto the sink. There was already a trail on the floor behind her, linking her back to her cubicle. Strings clung between her chin and chest, in her hair, and gummed up her nose, mouth and eye.

It had been then that she'd remembered she's swallowed his mark, and she gagged again before the sinks, her face still dripping with the sticky mess. The door opened, and another occupant at the pub entered, already beginning to undo his fly. He jumped when he saw her, a young girl, skirt torn and abandoned on the floor behind her, pink panties clearly visible, shirt messy and breasts nearly popping out, hair tousled and messy and hanging over her face, and her face, covered in what would otherwise be an incredibly hot mess of cum. She'd been bent over the sink, but she'd jumped back when he'd entered, her face turning to him, eyes wide, knees bent inwards. He quickly forgot his need to relive himself and exited before anyone could do anything else. He and his friends left rather suddenly after that, forgetting a round of drinks that arrived too late to an empty table.

Roberts was stunned. Not lavender girl stunned, but frozen in time stunned. In all her years alive, she hadn't gone back there, hadn't seen that night since she'd undergone her hypnotherapy to permanently bury it in her brain, to separate herself from it. It had been the defining moment of her life, the point of no return, the night when she had forever changed from the girl she was into the woman she is today. She had vowed never to return to it, never to relive that night in her mind, and her hypnotherapy had worked. She hadn't even felt those feelings in decades. And now, here she was, in the most vulnerable place she'd been since then, in a mostly rudimentary mental distraction device tooled towards one of many methods of hypnotism and mind control, doing her best to resist the temptations and intrusions they'd presented her just like she'd done every other time she'd needed to, and then this. That night, the night she'd been taken advantage of, used, abused, taken by someone for their own pleasure, tarred with their mark of victory, with their dominating mark of power. Even though she'd enjoyed the sensation in the moment, she had been a changed woman, scarred forever.

'Patient has experienced massive spike in Chi wave augmentation, production of Tau valleys up thirty-eight per cent,' the lab coat spoke quickly. 'Fuck, she's just gone off the charts. Whatever she experienced in there, it's something that runs so deeply in her mind it can completely overpower every thought and pulse in her brain. It's like whatever it is has the power to completely change everything she is, everything she's evolved mentally into. That's one powerful trip line.' He checked another page on his tablet. 'Oh shit, Omega waves at five thousand hertz, Iota waves at twenty hertz and climbing fast!' He pulled a small phone from his pocket and thumbed a button, connected instantly to someone somewhere. 'She's ready! She's ready, move on offensive phase now!'

Paulo smiled, ever so slightly.
Seems like you have more secrets in side your mind than even I estimated,' he thought. 'we'll see how deep your little rabbit hole goes soon enough.' His mobile buzzed in his pocket, and he raised himself from his seat.
'Albert, stay here. I'll be right back. Business beckons.' He put the phone to his ear as he strode off from the viewing stage above the suspended woman, his boots silent on the super-thick glass under his feet as he walked across the mirrored ceilings of numerous identical cells stretching away on both sides of the cell currently being used to experiment on Roberts, cells with all bore harness and straps, many of them occupied by their own naked women.

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Roberts was panting. She had never gone back to that part of her mind, never even known it had survived inside her, carried over with her into her new host, the annoyingly optimistic and sexually oriented blonde little whore, Chelsea. It had stunned her, knocked her completely off balance. She stared off into the void for a long while, her eyes vacant and unfocussed as she revelled completely in her mind. Then, slowly, as she recovered and she returned to normality, she blinked. Immediately she was back in her cell, the soft seat cupping her skin gently massaging her body, her weight somehow strangely suspended in the air completely comfortably, like she was floating, the gentle smell of lavender in the air.

Her unfocussed eyes gazed directly into the centre of the pool of colours. And through it all she could feel her heart beat relaxing back into rhythm inside her chest as she calmed down, feel her body returning to normal operations at last. She exhaled a deep breath she didn't know she'd been holding, a breath that hurt a little from the pressure she'd put on her lungs and throat. A memory as vivid as that, like a dream, always gets relived physically. And unlike a dream, she didn't have the benefit of paralysis to prevent her lungs from sucking air and holding it or from her throat to close and tense around a penis that her brain told her was inside it.

Roberts took her time in breathing, let herself relax in the knowledge that the air was just air, no matter what state of the art hypnotic retraining facility she was in. When she felt she was calm again, she glanced up, and remembered the crisp, flawless reflection in the ceiling. It gave a belying effect, made the room feel much bigger than it really was. She could see everything around it perfectly replicated, the walls stretching high up above her, the tiled floor under her also capping off the high roof.

She could even see the edges of her own harness and her in it, the faint peripheral hint of black materials and white skin. But the centre of the image was distorted, blanketed by colours, just visible enough to blur her view of the middle of the mirror directly in front of her line of sight. Somehow, she thought she could see past it, thought she could make out herself hanging, looking back at herself, but it was just indistinguishable, just beyond the swirling colours.

Stupidly, though she never realised it, she strained a little harder to see herself in the reflection, concentrated just a little more on it. And then the colours got her. Suddenly, she realised how beautiful they were. Bright and glowing, they twisted and washed over each other in a constant kaleidoscope of bright shining colours. She couldn't work out how she hadn't seen this before, it was so beautiful. Slowly, carelessly, she let her gaze follow the ripples in the pond of colour back down to the centre of the image, where her view was centred and she could watch without discomfort.

Gently, in the background, the thrumming speakers rose in volume, the pitch ever so slowly switching upwards as the waves of air that were the sound shrunk ever so slightly. The scent of lavender still swirled about her nose, sinking into her pores.

'Offensive phase one, activation time thirty seconds.' Lab Coat recited. 'Initiating probes now.'

Inside the chamber, from the shapely, moulded seat cupping Robert's back half, two small hatches opened. Roughly the size of a large drink bottle lid, they simply irised open silently, revealing an even blacker inside to the device that its exterior. Slowly, mechanically, two identical clear tubes reached out of them, clicking into place right in front of the exposed vagina hanging in the air. Then, from down below, in the darkness revealed by the parted tiles, a smaller black form, made of the same shining black plastic as the chair-like device cupping Roberts' body, rose from its hiding place and clicked seamlessly into place on the bottom half of the seat.

It stopped, touching Roberts' cunt just like the rest of the mould. Long and hourglass shaped, it looked like an inverted bike seat. Given that her legs were held apart, there was no need to thin it out as one would a bike seat. This device was at its thinnest at the base of her vagina, between it and her anus, widening into a generously covering cup that fully obscured her pussy from view. Its rear side wasn't so smooth and cupping; because of the seat already gently massaging her butt with its responsive skin-like material, this part of the seat was thin and long and slotted into position in a gap in the centre of the larger mould. It slid up through the slot and, as the skin gently massaged her ass wider, it clicked into place right over her exposed anus, barely a few millimetres away from her skin, just as the rest of the moulded shape had been.

And then the final part of the body hugging contraption emerged from the depths. Twin cups held firmly on their supports, bearing numerous tubes and pipes emerging from their circumference, rising up before the woman's body. She never noticed them, her eyes glued mesmerised to the swirling colours on the ceiling before her. They moved gently closer to her, their four edges held wide by tiny arms. As they slipped into place in front of her breasts, they ever so gently scooped up the freely dangling boobs, carefully positioning themselves around them. Once they were in place, the arms closed, and with a sudden inaudible rush, a vacuum sealed around them. Instantly they felt the massaging rhythm of the moulded seat, their mass gently excited by the skin like substance coating the interior of the twin cuplets. More and more her body's sensations of the suckling skin-like substance was completed. Now, only her face remained untouched, her breasts now in the gently sealed cups suckling onto her bosom.

'It took more money to develop this part of the device than the American President spends on holidays to his Florida resort a year,' the lab coat said. 'Development of the algorithm that defines their location, identification and correct positioning around the subjects mammaries alone occupied a hundred of the best minds for four and a half years and drained thirty four million dollars from the private and public Common Budget. We sold the inoperable and unconditioned skin like material for double that price to the porn industry. I hear it makes a nice dildo. Fun fact; we sold them all our offcuts that didn't make the line for this very project.'
Albert gave him a rather withering look, and returned his gaze to the now encased woman. She stared hypnotically up at the ceiling, seemingly staring right through at them above it. Albert had already moved his seat to the side long before.

Gently heated, the cuplets on her breasts began to pick up their pace. They chilled the temperature slightly, only by points of degrees, edging the warmth down. Localised only to the nipples, quite precisely directed to the exact width of her areolas, this had the almost instant effect of hardening them, arousing the nerves in their sensitive points. The skin on the devices contacting her most private of holes came to life, and instantly filled the void in her sensations. Now it was as though warm, gentle hands were cupping her body, misty, pleasuring hands that held her vagina like they were hugging her whole body. She could feel them on her, feel even her ass gently contacted by a warmth that seemed so gentle and loving that it was far, far beyond anything any human could make her feel, or anything any human had felt before. It was like a trillion tiny, endlessly soft lips kissed her skin over and over, nuzzling her body, sucking her skin minutely. But it was far from over.

Ever so slightly, she felt her holes dampen. It hadn't been her own wetness; no, this was much more cool and sensual, like a gentle tongue had just licked her entries. In essence, it had. Gently, she felt the tongue again, just the barest, slightest of licks that quickly appeared and then disappeared, slipping over her entryways briefly in between. She could feel it clearly now, was focussed fully on it. She waited tensely for it to happen again, oblivious to anything else. It was fascinating, and pleasurable. Indeed, it brought her body a shivering, tingling wave of dull bliss every time she felt it. She waited.

Then, suddenly, silently, there it was, a tiny, delicate lick that ever so slightly ran up each of her holes in unison before disappearing into the emptiness around her once more. She felt an involuntary shiver trill up her spine uncontrollably, and the gentle warmth of the device embracing her echoed it over and over in its soft, reactive membrane. The result was electrifying, absolutely energising. It sent waves of goose-bump producing shivers washing across her skin and all around her body, seeping through her muscles and running gently out to her extremities where it reached her fingers and toes and made them curl by themselves. It was an addictively blissful sensation, and her eyes fluttered briefly as she felt it radiating out inside her. Every tiny shiver and shudder was repeated back against her skin by the artificial skin on her body, reflecting her sensations like mirrors held facing each other.

And that was when the real fun began. Right as she was riding the down wave of the blissful pulse that caused her skin to prickle and shiver and her hairs all over her to stand on end, she felt them. Twin tiny contacts on each of her holes, Soft points touching her entryways ever so slightly. They didn't push against her, didn't even seem to be firm enough for her to push against them. But there they were, ever so barely touching her two holes. And then, shockingly, the saddle cupping her crotch suckered onto her skin much like the same material inside the breast cuplets was doing, attaching itself to her vaccum-like, suckering against her skin softly like the touch of a trillion tiny hands. But it wasn't just the touch that made her breath hitch. As soon as it was attached to her, suckling on to her, she felt her vagina's lips parted perfectly. They just pulled apart with a robotic precision, separating like she'd been controlling it with her own muscles, revealing her labia and gently opening her already damp cave.

Her hole revealed itself, prised apart effortlessly like said tiny hands had all worked together to open her, a dark tunnel leading deep into the most private and sensual part of every single female's body alive. She could feel the same material suckering her labia, suckling it like someone had their lips around it and was sucking their lips back and forth over her supersensitive vulva. It was warm and wet and sexy, and it teased her pussy like she'd never felt possible before. She could feel her hole being held open by every single inch of skin, impossibly tender and unbelievably gentle. She couldn't resist it if she'd wanted to, and it made it feel even more arousing that she could feel her lips unmoving when she tensed her pelvic floor, clenching her walls around the empty air inside her.