Strange Queens Ch. 04

It was a somewhat intoxicating sensation, one that was utterly drowning her in a warm safety of bliss. Ignorantly she wished that her hands were on her breasts, but then realised with a surprised huff of air that her breasts were in fact being mauled and massaged just as her groin was, waves of warmth and arousal sweeping from them, her erect nipples standing firmly and proudly forth and being rewarded for their compliance with a tender pinching power. She nearly clenched her teeth around her lip when she realised it was the best breast massage she'd never had. The vacuums in the cups drew her nerve endings out towards the skin and there they were stimulated to exploding, the pressurised tubing around her nipples producing a vibration that shook pleasure into every micro-metre of nipple.

And then her attention returned in a flash to her rear, previously left uncared for and unwatched by her distracted arousal. She wasn't to be left disappointed here, for it too was gently held by the sensitive material, the suckering, kissing skin radiating around and around her pucker, rimming her with a wet and warm bliss that made her sphincters gently tense and relax in reaction to the sensory input. She felt her mouth open in a joyous, giggly grin and she began to laugh, or thought she did, her body unable to contain the sensations that were flowing from the three most powerful locations on her body. She was breathing faster now, her heart beat pounding in time to the rhythm she couldn't hear, her skin lightly sparkling with a gentle sweat produced by her increasing arousal.
Slowly, gently, a tiny shape speared at a steady pace into her hole, catching her off guard and turning her toothy grin of delight into a lusty wide O of pleasure. It was as unexpected and its entry was strong and unhalting, despite it being slow and caring.

It filled her but it didn't stretch her, just occupied the empty space inside her waiting cunt. It was made of the same stuff that the rest of the contraption had been made of, and it hugged her insides and suckled onto her walls in a way that blew any physical tool, penis or dildo alike, far, far out of the water for good. It seemed to keep going forever, sliding in and in and in until she thought it had reached all the way up into her womb. She could feel it in her, feel herself impaled on the unmoving length of soft rod, every individual millimetre of it massaging her insides in a way that nothing on this earth had the ability to do. She realised she'd been holding her breath, her mouth wide in a frozen O, her eyes wider still, and she released it, only just realising how absolutely shockingly good she felt. Fuck, she breathed mentally, she could feel the first hints of an uncontrollable and unstoppable orgasm washing about deep inside her, threatening to burst forth with a tidal wave of pure orgasmic bliss if she felt any more stimulus.

The rod inside her began to buzz, began to replicate the tone of the thrumming buzz outside the cupping mould tightly hugging her, intimately coupled with her body and now buried deep inside her. She could feel it vibrating, feel its tone sliding up and down in frequency, producing utterly magical waves of bliss deep inside her cunt. Every time the pitch slipped up the scales it tensed her muscles and increased her body clock, making her suck in air and freeze in tense silence before it would reach the climax of its arc and turn, it's buzzing reaching fever pitch buried deep in her and sliding back down, down into the soft, rolling waves of the deep tones, taking her stimulated body with it, pulling her mind down into the relaxed ocean of arousal it now swam in, her body relaxing, her tensed muscles releasing their energy, air seeping out of her pursed lips, before dropping to an almost inaudible, un-registrable thrum that reverberated deep inside her body. She could feel herself rhythmically pulsing, her pelvic floor gently clenching around the length impaled deep in her wanting pussy, the sign of an intensely powerful orgasm bearing down on her.

Again the vibrations raised in frequency and timbre, turning her on like a light with a dimmer switch, her muscles reactively tensing themselves in time to it, from gentle clenching to a powerful straining force that pulled on her restraints and made every tendon in her visible as it stretched against her skin. It looked hot, looked sexy as hell, seeing her whole being tense up and clench itself like her whole body was one big vagina being fucked before relaxing, dropping back against itself, panting to suck air in before the next controlled wave of pleasure began.

Slowly, slowly, the cycle of powerful high pitched vibrations speed up bit by bit, radiations of arousal seeping from her very pores as she panted and sweated in her harness and cupping moulded seat. The orgasm deep inside her washed closer like a tidal wave approaching the shore, a thick, dark wall of pure pleasure crashing towards her shores with an intensity that could knock down every building and tower inside her. She knew it was coming and she didn't care. She was absorbed in the sexual bliss.

The skin like material embedded deep in her and suckering to her skin wasn't just going to fuck her vagina, though. It suckered her hood open, gently revealed the firm, swollen nub hidden underneath it. It pulled her skin away lightly and grew, stretching and reaching in around her clitoris, rolling around and around and closing in on its target. It never contacted with her clit, not yet. Instead, it ran around and around, closing in, sliding over the inside of her hood and convolving in on itself around the stem of her clit. It circled, ready to swarm over her tender, hypersensitive nub at the right moment. As it was the feeling of her switch being revealed to the air and encircled like it was a herd's prey sent her legs twitching and made her spine tingle, her back trying to arch as the suckering material held it gently back, forcing her to stay within its grasp, enticing her to remain in its safe warm grip.

The rimming, vibrating circles being drawn again and again around her rear entry had grown tighter and tighter, and ever so slightly they began to tip over and enter her, still circling, still twisting and rolling around and around, only now seeping into her back end like a hollow rod of pleasure. She felt it enter her, felt herself never even try to resist it, felt it sliding into her body before she'd even registered it. She did try, briefly, to close herself around it, but was rewarded only with a wave of mind-stopping pleasure as she clenched her butt around a stem of pure bliss. She did it again and she felt the hot burst of warm sex invade her body, felt her muscles spasm in reaction. She did it again, and again, and again, revelling in the sensations of utter sensory sex as they rolled in from her ass.

And then her pussy invader joined in on the next clench, bursting with a radiating wave of utter lust that burned throughout her whole body and made the sensations from her tender back door seem pale and empty in comparison. She redoubled her efforts, clenching her pussy now too, closing everything she had down there around the twin rods inside her body, trying to pound herself against them though she was only resulting in shaking her chains and harness. And as though this unearthly wave of hot rewarding pleasure wasn't enough, the rear intruder added a thickness to itself, a rod of smooth solidity sliding effortlessly into her open pucker, stretching her tubing and sending her vision spinning in stars. She nearly lost herself right there, but the rod deep inside her pussy began to move too, twisting around and around this way and that, starting a sliding motion that replicated the slow, stretching fucking of a sex crazed couple lovemaking on their first night sharing this most intimate of relations.

She quickly fell into the rhythm, letting out a low, breathy moan as the rod coated in the sensational suckling skin fucked her. She felt it thicken, felt her pussy stretch as it widened just like that in her cunt, her pussy going from comfortably full to wide and tight in moments. She could feel her skin tensed from the width, feel every single tiny rib inside her massaged back and forth as it coiled itself within her body, beginning to pound its length into her with a fuck-tastic finality. After about forty seconds of this intense mind blowing fuck, the back rod began to mimic it's big brother, twisting about and sliding effortlessly in and out of her backside as the skin stayed in place and suckled her interiors like the most intimate of kisses.

She felt her g-spot triggered by the skin as it surged deeper into her and suckled onto it, too, felt an absolute wave of ejaculate exit her as she shook and shuddered, but still the almighty orgasm came, dangerously close now, bearing down on her tiny body, nearly on top of her. Mentally, if one were to put a picture to the thoughts, she was standing naked on the cold, wind lashed beach of her mind, alone and bare to the world, nothing else but the great all-powerful tsunami wave of orgasm bearing down upon her. Ghostly lengths slide in and out of her body, her holes visibly wide as she was fucked, but she stood, arms wide, head back, awaiting the rush of drowning bliss that would wash all this away like the insignificant sand around her.

Outside, more tubes had extended from recesses in the sides of the seat cupping her body, thin clear pipes with natural bends that extended and turned, directing their open ends towards her skin. They hissed quietly, emitting something unseen against her body as it tensed and relaxed, her muscles and tendons bulging, her breath coming in ragged, sucking gasps. Inside her mind, the wave was right above her, blotting out the world, the sun, everything. She fell to her knees in the sand, giving herself entirely to it.

The rods in her fucked now with a furious intensity of high speed sex, slamming their smooth lengths in and out of her body, the sucking skin holding her interiors in the moulded shape of the lengths, letting them enter her, stretch her, fill her. She could feel them flying right up inside her, deeper than she'd ever known lengths could go, filling her entire emptiness with their warm, tingling being. Before long, as the rods reached blurring speeds and her head strained back against its restraints and her legs tried hard to clench around the saddle with its fuckrod embedded deep inside her body and her arms visibly bore shaped bicep muscles as they pulled against their restraints, a final, defining thing happened. The suckling, kissing skin edging closer and closer to her holy switch deep under her clit hood finally touched the stem and it surged forward, enshrouding itself over and over around her clitoris and wrapping around it. It pulsed and squeezed, crushing every nerve inside it and making it explode in one final climactic bullet of bliss.

Inside her head she fell back against the sandy beach and the wave slammed into her, ramming deep into her pussy with an instant finality, filling her completely, blotting out any and everything else, while outside in her chamber her entire body clenched as one and she came like she'd been hit by a wall, jolting with the impact of a violent and ungodly orgasm. Her vagina exploded, cum forcing itself out around the skin and running in thick rivulets down the smooth, black plastic exterior of the saddle closely cupping her exploding crotch like a shaken coke bottle opened in someone's palm, spray flying outwards from the tiny gap between her skin and the artificial skin of pleasure sticking to her body. Her anus clenched hard around the rod buried inside it and it stopped at its maximum depth in her, the full extremity of its length buried entirely in her as every single moveable muscle closed around it and absorbed its full, powerful electric burst of sexual lust as it unleashed it into her. She jolted in wave after wave of orgasm, her entire body tight as her pussy around the length in her, her chains shaking as she did in orgasm.

Finally, after nearly five minutes of riding the heavenly cloud of orgasm, she began to come down off the high, her waves of cum subsiding, her pulsing pleasure beginning to fade into a muscle memory of tense and relax sensations.

And then the fucking began again, the twin rods beinning to rotate in her again, twisting around and around, slipping easily in and out, in and out, as the skin stimulated her and teased her and urged her to let it have her again. And, strangely enough, despite only just having ridden out a full five minute orgasm, she found her body ready, her vagina tingling again as it stimulated it, her very being already starting to climb again back to orgasm. She could do nothing even if she'd been able to want to, her body completely at the mercy of the incredible machine she was encased in and impaled upon, the rods of bliss sliding in and out of her, the warm, massaging skin easing her every nerve and muscle and silently reassuring her over and over that it was fine to rest back and settle into its embrace, letting it take care of everything while she just relaxed into it and let it show her new, unbelievable highs.

She did, and it did, taking her again and again and again to orgasm after orgasm, bringing wave after wave of cum from her body and making her shake and scream as it drew her most tender and powerful explosion of bliss out time and time again. She rode it like this forever, never knowing how long or how many times she'd fucked it or cum on it or let it coax her back into submission while it took her body on a ride of utter sexual satisfaction. She was brainless, thoughtless, no room in her head for even a single lone thought other than pure, inhuman bliss. In truth, she'd been fucked by it for nearly three hours before the next test phase began, three hours of unending orgasm after orgasm, climax building, hitting with a shocking force before starting to ride down again only for the machine to change up its attack and carry her again up into the pleasure of another gut wrenching orgasm.

Paulo returned shortly before her first orgasm, his phone in one hand. 'Business details.' He'd said simply before glancing down into the chamber to see the woman below in her harness and encased in the moulded pleasure device jolt as she came. Even from here he could make out the spray of cum that erupted from inside the saddle, blowing outwards on all sides and running in thick lines down the base as she rocked in her place suspended in the air.

'Powerful tool indeed, isn't it.' Paulo said plainly, hearing her muted screams of joy even through the six inch thick glass resin. The labcoat, who had left and returned, nodded, completely unphased by the display going on underneath his feet. He wanted to start talking about it's true potential and how it was achieved, but, remembering the looks he'd gotten earlier, simply nodded and agreed. 'Yes, sir.'

'Are we extracting the information we need?' Paulo asked.

'More than that, sir, yes, from a mix of brain wave translation and hypnotically induced speech we've been extracting everything she knows quite easily since her first climax.' Paulo nodded mutely, and the three men were slient for several minutes. In a separate room, a full team of dictators and recording crews were variously recording, editing and live transcribing every word Roberts' could sigh out into a nondescript microphone standing on a small beam before her mouth.

Below them, like a late night show on TV, the woman bucked and screamed as more orgasms hit her, completely silenced by the soundproof cell she was encased in. It was almost surreal, and all three just watched her for a moment as she shook slightly in her closely restrictive chains and pads. Lab coat thought of a thousand slightly boastful, slightly intelligent and slightly empowering things to say regarding various things going on beneath his feet, but he chose to say none of them. He simply watched the spectacle, holding his tablet in his arms, the show going on through the clear glass like there was nothing between them. After a few moments, Paulo turned to his son.

'You should go and find your girlfriend. She would no doubt like to see you.' Albert stood and strode off, a look of confusion and worry crossing his face quickly. His father simply smiled and sat down in his place, crossing his legs and stretching himself back comfortably.

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Albert dashed down a corridor as stark and white as a hospital surgery, following the suggestion of the receptionist. She'd smiled at him with a somewhat sexy, knowing smile rather wryly and pointed to a corridor behind him, saying, "Just down their, Sir, and to the left. It's in the ancillary cell block, back wall, far corner. Follow the Convulsion and Conversion signs, you can't miss it.' She flashed him a glinting look with her bright eyes that dripped a body language he didn't bother processing just then and he'd turned, heading off at a run. She laughed quietly behind his back when he'd left, her hand gently reaching between her legs and tapping a hard object embedded there. Though it won't do you any good, she thought as she tapped. It's already far too late for her, and for you.

He passed a sign marked C&C with an arrow to the left and shot up that corridor, flying past a row of white doors with numbers marked on them. He turned at another sign, crashing through a thick bulkhead door, now in a darkened space with black light fluoros in the ceiling. These doors were wide open and smells he didn't stop to sniff wafted from them. Another door and he hit a wide warehouse space the size of a hangar, blocks of glass chambers arranged in orderly cubes from wall to wall. He ran between them, down the corridors formed by their sides, flying past glass cubes, some with people in them, some empty. He saw flashes of them in their cells, his eyes flicking from one room with three men in it, each standing and looking about themselves curiously to a cell with a woman on a bed, thick black tubes snaking out from all over her, the thickest ones down each of her holes and attached to her breasts, black tubes of every size embedded everywhere else in her skin, her black hair flowing off the bed, her eyes wide. He saw cells of women in different stages and under different treatments, saw doors with clipboards hung by their electronic locks, saw men and women of all ages in their rooms in various stages of processing.

But he didn't stop to investigate any of them, just ran, ran down the straights until he hit the back wall. He turned and found the corner furthest from him, dashing away, and in moments he was there, in the back corner, standing before the rearmost cell block. Each block consisted of eight rooms, the centre location being an independent power and tank device like a huge robotic heart with clear tubes stretching out into each of the cells, the obvious distribution point for everything from air to water to gas and chemicals and much more. He looked about feverishly and saw a familiar looking arm in the one around the corner. He strode up to it and froze, his eyes locking on the female inside the clear glass cell.

It was Tiffany, no doubt about that. Inside the cell with her was a huge contraption on wheels, a futuristic robot-like device equipped with small tanks of all kinds, arms and tubes reaching out from its flanks. He saw her on her knees before him, her whole body limp save for her sitting upright. Her back was bent, her neck relaxed, eyes sleepy. She looked back at him drearily. He looked at her and put his hands against the glass as he saw her completely naked in her cell, a thick pulsing black tube simply embedded in her crotch. It wasn't like the tube was inside her vagina, no. This tube seemed to simply envelop it and he found it difficult to see where the tube stopped and where the skin started. It simply looked as though the black length was what grew from her there.