Strange Queens Ch. 04

And it pulsed, to, throbbed thickly, almost like in animations, thicknesses seeming to push slowly through its length from the device and disappearing inside her body. But that wasn't it. Thin, worming arms snaked all over her skin, tiny black worms that twisted and entwined around her, gently rubbing back and forth on her skin or coiling her hair like a teenage girl playing with it. They were all over her, resting on her face, casually touching her nose, lips, eyes and mouth like little worms investigating different bits of dirt.

Albert was lost, he didn't know what to think. It seemed like she didn't even see him, even though her eyes were locked on his. They were unfocussed, glazed, her eyelids hanging low. Every time a new wave of whatever it was in the pulsing tube entered her she jolted slightly, wobbling in reaction to it. Though she was a thin girl, with bite sized apple tits that bounced with an absolutely ball-burning firmness whenever she jiggled them and two sexy, super pointed pink nipples and thick wide areolas, he thought he could see her stomach beginning to bulge slightly. It could just have been the glass, but he'd seen her naked, seen her slumped like this on his bed after they'd smoked some and fucked some more, and her stomach always looked as thin as the rest of her. Now, it seemed to be poking out slightly.

And her nipples, too. Now that he saw them, he saw two small clear cups attached to them, black tubes on the other ends that snaked away along the floor and went up into the device behind her. As he watched the firm nipples inside the clear cups, rock hard, areolas fitting perfectly in the sucking devices, he saw little squirts of her milk jet out of her breasts and fly up into the tube. It wasn't much, and it was very thin, but it was milk. She was ovulating, more so, she was producing milk.

And then he saw the clear tube that reached from the machine she was connected to and looped around her mouth like a horse's bit, disappearing between her teeth before reappearing on the other cheek and returning to the machine. Now that he looked, he could see a milky liquid being pumped down the tube and vanishing into her mouth. Nothing came out the other end.

Albert felt his heart pound and he banged the glass furiously in frustration. He couldn't believe they were experimenting on his girlfriend. This was fuckery on a level worth sending a private army in to murder every single person that worked for this place. But then he looked back at the female in the chamber, and he saw the tiny black worm like arms on her skin. Except now they weren't calm or small; they flicked back and forth wildly, wobbling all over her, slapping their tiny ends against her skin. It was like an army of ants were on her, and he'd scared them into action when he'd banged on the glass of her cell.

Only now these tubes grew. They began to expand exponentially, enlarging on her skin, quickly as thick as his cock, then his arm, then his thigh, and then his head. They melted, too, seemed to be breaking down and flowing over her skin like hot candlewax, enveloping her with frightening speed. Right there before her eyes she'd gone from tubed but naked to having her arms and thighs encased in a rippling wet mass of black, her torso quickly being encased, more of the stuff washing over her feet and hands. It creeped its tendrils like black cracks across her face, spreading out like she was a glass model that had been hit in slow motion by a brick, quickly covering her face in root-like black stems. In that moment, she seemed to regain consciousness, her eyes opening, her body sitting up straighter. She saw him outside her cell and moved, made to jump towards him, throwing out her hands.

But she barely lifted an arm, simply jumping slightly on the spot, her eyes wide and locked on his. The stuff held her back, and in the instant that she'd made the move she was back again in her kneeling submission. And then, just as instantly, she arched her back, convulsing, her arms and legs curling, her thighs clenching and her fingers twisting into fists. She threw her head back and he heard her scream a clenched moan inside her cell, thrusting her stomach and pelvis up into the air. And then he realised she was in the air, thrusting her torso upwards, held up by her arms and legs which were in turn held up by the black stuff rapidly encasing her body.

As she did so, he saw her stomach and knew it was bigger. She had a bulge, a small bump not unlike the bump on a male's navel, only different. It triggered in his mind what it was, and his eyes moved ever so slightly as he locked his gaze on the thick black tube embedded inside her pussy, pumping its essence deep into her. It stretched out from her cunt, thick and strong, reaching up into the air before snaking away over her chest and back to the machine. He watched as her core throbbed, her muscles rolling and her back arching up and down as she evidently experienced an orgasm.

She floated up into the air, suspended by the machine as it slowly pulled her arms and legs straight. He just watched as she convulsed, her eyes rolling back, her breasts shaking their milking cups and her head back. After several moments, she seemed to recover somewhat, though she still panted and shook, she tilted slightly, or rather was tilted in her suspended casing. She locked her eyes with his again, now wide and focussed and crystal clear. She glared at him unblinkingly. Then, she seemed to smile, to realise her place, her body taking on a sort of attitude it hadn't had before. Though she never really moved, it suddenly exuded from her like an aura. Albert felt it. She opened her mouth, revealing the tube deep in her throat. He could see the tattoo she'd gotten inside her cheek from his position.

"Leave me!" she said at him, though it was nearly muted by the chamber glass. "Feble man! Leave! Do not return! Forget me! I have risen above! I shall never love you again! Leave me! Leave me!" She was almost screaming now, talking right at him as though the glass wasn't between them. Thanks to her suspension, her arms and legs stretched wide by the black liquid encasing them, despite her nudity, she towered over him and her power seemed to pour down and suffocate him. He shrank away slightly under her withering gaze. "Leave me!"

Albert turned and ran, glancing back momentarily, dashing off away from the cell block. Behind him, as she rotated back into her flat position, her eyes flashing, still panting slightly, he could have sworn he could hear an evil, haunting laugh echoing down the wall behind him and sinking into his brain like the worm-like stuff that was seeping inside his girlfriend.

Gently, the stuff settled her back down on the ground and released her hands, allowing her to move with it still rippling and washing over her skin. She gently stroked a thick concoction of the stuff streaming over her skin on her leg, the stuff clinging to her palm and dripping off like dyed water whenever she raised it. 'Good, good, good...' she breathed. 'Good, good, good...'

Slowly, relaxedly, she let her head tilt back, relaxing, slowly slumping back into position against the feet of the machine she was connected to, her stream of sustenance in the form of her own bodily fluids pumped back to her through the device, tinged and mixed with traces of a very special formulated drug, wiping her mind and cleansing her inhibitions, resetting her brain and implanting a new set of instructions deep within her very being. Slowly, she rested back against the machine sustaining her being and her eyes fluttered closed, quiet content her only sensation as her mind was reprogrammed for her and her pussy was filled with an organism created from her own genes and cells, an organism that would restructure and refresh her body, cleanse and clean it, preparing it for its new life after Reconditioning.

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Albert ran, a thousand thoughts rushing through his mind all at once, colliding into each other time and time again and causing crashes and jams on the highways of his mind. Disbelief crossed with fear, shock crossed with curiosity, anger crossed with helplessness. He ran on, not caring where he went, crashing through door after door and turning this way and that. He passed rooms of every kind, chambers emitting the strangest sounds and smells, cells just like prison doors, more glass cabinets with their specimens on display.

Eventually, he found himself in a space so dark he was forced to slow down and take in his surroundings. He looked about himself, but he could hardly make out the walls either side of him. He turned, but the door he'd come through only a few moments ago was gone, completely invisible in the murky dark. He turned again, and again, but he'd lost his bearings now that there was only one dismembered wall before him and one behind him. He stepped up to it and touched it, putting his palm against it, and it seemed solid enough. He decided to follow it, slowly. As he did so, his mind settled itself and began to piece together what he'd seen in the cell, recalling images of the cell and its copulated occupant. It was all rather much for him to bear so soon after he'd seen it. He found his concentration wandering in the way the human mind does when it's presented with something too full on to bear all at once, curious about the room he was in. Why was it so dark? He couldn't work out why they'd have a room like this.

And then Albert took another step and the wall was gone, just like that. He froze, only daring to reach behind himself with his hand, but he couldn't find it. He was alone now, standing in a pitch black room, his only grounding tool gone somewhere behind him. He considered going back for it, but remembered his own confusion before and knew that if he over or under turned, he'd be lost for good. He had to risk it, but the fear of the unknown held him back. And then a flash out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked at it, but there was nothing there. He frowned, turned. But there wasn't anything out there in the darkness. And then another flash, something he recognised although he had no idea what it was yet. He spun, again to find only blackness closing in around him.

Slowly, Albert stepped out into the dark, watching the space around him closely, tensely. As he moved, with every step he took, colours seemed to dance into view for a split second and then fade again, ever so slightly getting more and more vivid and focussed as he tentatively walked further towards them. Eventually he found he could make out the shapes as images, faintly hear the sound as they played out around him. His attention flicked from one to another to another again.
He felt a tiny sensation bursting out from the back of his neck, a strange, surreal sensation. He put his hand to it and felt something hard and thin embedded in his skin. But he was finding it far too hard to work out what it was, what with the flashing colours of memories and sensations, and with his body slowly going limp and dropping to his knees. He sunk to them before he quickly lost consciousness and slumped slowly to his side, the flashing memories disappearing into the dark fog around him in an instant, leaving him alone on the unseeable floor, dead to the world.

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Paulo turned from the show beneath his feet as a white-coated woman stepped in beside him and leant over. He ignored the sizeable breasts she presented beneath her tight button shirt, itself half hidden behind her full length lab coat, as she spoke.
'Mister Crete, Sir, we've found Albert wandering down in the augmentation section. He managed to find his way into the reversal chamber, tripped the switch. Is there anything you want us to do?'
Paulo casually refolded his cuff. 'Do as you see fit, provided you leave his mind intact.' She nodded and straightened up, but Paulo gently gripped her arm and stopped her. She returned to her bent position. 'What are the developments on the girl, Tiffany?'

'Her reconditioning process is proceeding excellently and progress is swift. She will be initiating stage four shortly, after which she has stages five and six before her operation is finished and we rest her in stage seven. After that she'll be fit for releasing wild.'

Paulo nodded. 'Time?'

'about four hours, Sir.' Another nod. Then her arm was released, and she turned and strode back down the long, glass floored corridor, the blood flow returning to her hand.

Roberts's body shook violently as another wave of orgasms blew through her. She'd been in her suspended orgasm riddled, brain numbing, hypnotically controlled chamber of sexual ecstasy for just over two hours now and she was currently locked in a completely physically disabling pattern of rapid fire full-strength orgasms that came and went in waves. She would settle for a few minutes, her pussy simply pulsing, cum dribbling out of her freely, her entire physical frame rolling in the ecstatic blissful joy of the most powerful orgasm -- or in this case, waves of multiple back to back orgasms -- coming down from the extreme high, before, inexplicably and uncontrollably, she'd feel herself tensing up again, feel the expectation that came with knowing she was going to explode again, her body teased and enticed as sensitively and tenderly as though it was her first one before the wave hit her again and she would fall into a free-fall frenzy of machine gun orgasms that shot through her and rocked her very core from deep within.

Each orgasm produced a buzzing boom of joy tuned perfectly to, and by, the tools embedded deep inside her, controlling her repeated cum-explosions and riding her mind and body in complete submission. Thin lines of drool occasionally strung out from her mouth as she completely ignored any sensation other than the orgasmic bliss provided for her by the machine she was so intimately impaled on, the saddle cupping her crotch thick with ejaculate running freely down its sides as it flowed out from the suckling, massaging skin touching her on its contact face.

Paulo stood, stretching, as the defenceless woman beneath him jolted again in her thousandth wave of pleasure in the hours he'd been watching her. He left the lab coat supervisor to watch her and went for a stroll, casually walking over the completely clear ceilings of other identical cells. Quite a few sat dormant, their harnesses hanging in place empty, their tiled floors closed. Many more contained both women and men, in various stages of hypnotically induced extraction. This part of the facility he'd been told was driven towards information extraction, utilising the tools of hypnosis and mind control to distract the occupant's consciousness before locking it in the most powerful sensation it could experience, orgasm, leaving their unconscious and memories completely open to subtle suggestion.

Once the conscious was out of the way, they could simply tell the occupant in the cell to tell them everything they knew and they would, a powerful shotgun mic in the wall directly across from them picking up everything they said while missing the rest of the sound in the chamber. It was just that easy; the subconscious doesn't have any inhibitions or concerns, and it doesn't think like the social centred, emotional conscious. It's the foundation, the processor, the warehouse keeper.

Underneath him he passed people in their own nudity, strapped up in their comprehensive harness supports. Far from a single purpose cell, Paulo saw as he passed, although he knew at this least on paper already, these cells had many contraptions lying dormant deep beneath their tiled bottoms. As Paulo passed one cell, he looked down between his feet to see the wide, stunned eyes of a gloriously attractive woman, brown hair flowing so long it ran down onto the floor beneath her, lying flat, her limbs strung straight out wide. Rainbow-like fluorescent tubes snaked all over her skin, pumping, pulsing tubes that seemed to be sticking to her body like a network of exterior veins.

Among the clear, colour filled tubes, several of the larger ones simply crossed back and forth in their networks before lifting up and plunging deep into the woman's skin, their pulsing, multi-coloured fluid flowing right into her to perform its unknown purpose. But the biggest of them were attached to her genitals, thick, pulsing tubes embedded in her holes, even in her mouth, seeming to fill her throat, although she apparently was able to breathe still. But it was her breasts that were most fascinating, because they showed the ends of the thick, unearthly tubes changing from pipe-like lengths into fluidic rivulets. It was like a tap was on over each of her tits, that tap emitting a steady stream of coloured water that flowed over them and ran dripping down her back.

The only difference here other than that it wasn't water on her body was that this material, whatever it was, didn't drip off her. No, this stuff collected on her back and streamed back up her skin, flowing up to her cunt to stream inside her there or returning to the network of veins cris-crossing her skin. Now as he looked, he saw that they were everywhere -- running through her hair like a network of tiny foundations, somewhat solidifying it, over her ears and nose, between her fingers and toes and even running over her eyes.

She was covered in the stuff. And it was having much the same effect on her as the tool embedded deep in Roberts -- the girl's back arched rhythmically, starting from her hips and rolling up her body until she forced her chest up, then her neck, and finally raising her head as waves of bliss pushed through her being. Her visible nipples were rock hard, her pussy wide and red, her fingers clenched. The final notable curiosity was that she was suspended by the strange, seemingly both fluid and solid stuff as it poured over her. Nothing else seemed to hold her weight, and yet she laid there like she was lying flat on a bed.

Paulo moved on, passing over several more chambers each with women in them, all but two buried in the depths of hypno-orgasmic pleasure, the others hanging limply, their contraptions still attached to their bodies as they rested. He reached the exit and took the stairs down to ground level, circling out onto a hallway that ran along the length of the cells. For each cell on the other side of the wall, a small window with criss-crossing lines on the glass allowed a voyeuristic view inside, now from the side in instead of top down. The lines were an opacity technique similar to the way advertising is put on public transport that still allows the occupants to see out. Paulo casually glanced in one as he passed.

After a few moments Paulo found himself standing in one of the facilities' reception rooms, a wide, cheery white room with a few rows of comfortable seats, a coffee table with magazines and a large receptionist desk. A white-dressed woman with immaculate features and immaculate grooming in an immaculate uniform smiled at him and greeted him politely. He toddled up to her and smiled back.

'Hello.'
'Hello there, Mister Crete, Sir!' she replied energetically. He saw her crisp uniform under the desk, her bulging shirt military straight and perfect white, a thin white skirt disappearing down her legs, a tiny stylish cap resting on her perfectly done hair. She saw him looking and bowed her head slightly. 'You approve of my dress code, I hope, sir.' She said, a little bashfully. He nodded to her and she smiled again, apparently relieved. Paulo made some conversation with her.
'So, the process being operated on Tiffany, the young girl that came here with me, what exactly is it?'

'Ah, well, that's easy, Sir,' the smooth, cute voiced receptionist said back, 'A simple two part recondition procedure. Since we didn't need to extract anything of use from her, we put her under a tried and tested method of cognitive and organic cellular reorganisation, utilising her own bodily fluids as a metabolic stabiliser and mixing our own genetic mutations and chemicals in with it before pumping it right back into her. The system we're running her on is an older one, crude but most effective, a step by step implantation of first the basic instruction sets, then more complex cognitive abilities, before finally restoring a full mental profile, complete with life lessons and necessary tools from our extensive database of blueprints, all while implanting the necessary stems for her new life.