Strange Queens Ch. 04

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As for her physical form, this process is much the same, we utilise the female body's architecture and reverse it to our suit, again pumping her own fluids back into her with an extremely potent genetic building block based off her own DNA. This then corrects any malfunctions, heals any wounds, reverses any damage done and can even restructure her physical form to some degree. The solution is pumped directly through the vulva into the higher womb where a chemical added to it instructs her body, which recognises it as friendly, to absorb it directly into her system through the endometrial lining and uterus.' She leaned on the desk, her trillion-watt perfect white smile glinting up at him underneath big, sexy eyes.

'The mental solution is distributed via the back of the throat where a mixture of the digestive system and direct sinus inversion directs it through the Eustachian tubes to the mind. The entire process is simply referred to as conversion of recreation. We, of course, have added a few custom safety features that both us and you as the client can take full use of, with the optional extras of augmentation and enhancement of course as a pre operation choice. Our only real change is that the tool used is an active, morphable plastic substance that, once fed the subject's stream of DNA, mimics the resulting brainwave patterns completely, acting both as the device that sustains her until her own brain is ready to take over again, but also as the tool that controls the speed and power of her operation process.

'It's a rather powerful, seemingly alive machine we refer to as the Disembodied, Assisted Mental and Physical Neuro-Electrical System Synchroniser, or DAMPNESS. We originally came up with the idea when we were trying to find a way to discern a patient's mental and physical brain wave alignment, but found the tool was much better suited to full scale assimilation and reincarnation of the physical form. We kept the name, although it's not strictly one-hundred per cent accurate to the procedure.'

Paulo looked at her and she smiled again. 'I'm no stranger to our procedures here, Sir. Not that anyone here would be.' He nodded and returned the grin. The two looked at each other for a few moments before the receptionist stood quickly, her firm and voluptuous chest sticking out from a stock straight back perkily. Her face looked questioning. 'Sir, if I might ask, are you in search of erotic services?'

Paulo looked at her with a slight tilt to his head, questioningly, smile gone from his face. She pushed her chair back and swung up her leg, planting a shining, crisp clean heeled boot on the desk. Quickly she lifted the pencil skirt, revealing a panti-less crotch -- but no genitalia was visible, for, somehow attached to her vagina was a thin, smooth swinging-door like device. Thin and streamlined and wafer like, the metallic material attached to her skin looked like a high-tech chastity belt but without the belt. Shaped sort of like a tie, there was a visible metal underside that seemed embedded in her skin, a deep, colourful blue inner part looking much like a swinging door, hinged on the upper edge, sitting flush inside the metal with no visible catches or weak points. It simply was a thin and flat tool sitting firmly against the attractive female's crotch. Two tiny, blinking blue lights side by side on its upper point flickered on and off briefly, flashing gently one after the other.

Paulo looked at the super-high tech, futuristic chastity device firmly attached to her body and clicked his tongue. 'So the prototype made it out of testing?' he asked casually. Her wide, bright eyes locked on his. 'It's in final beta now, on all the staff here. Sales begin in a month once we confirm there are no other hitches.' She seemed to be flustered now, a tiny bit excited. She didn't put her goods away.
'Sir, if you require sexual attention, you'll need access to the unlocking tool for my restraint.' Paulo nodded sagely. Then he asked her;

'Are you allowed sexual freedom or interaction during hours?'
'Not strictly speaking, no, sir.'
'Are you wearing this because you frequent these activities?'
'No, Sir.'
'Are you in need of release?'
'Sir, yes, sir.' A tiny, bitten lip accompanied this last answer.

Paulo stepped casually around the desk, entering through the door behind her. She watched him enter, turned to face him, still holding up her skirt, her futuristic looking crotch shamelessly visible and her eyes wide and innocent, pleading. She watched him, back end on the desk, wide eyes gazing at him, unmoving and unspeaking. He stepped up to her casually until he stood before her. Then, he put his hand firmly around the back of her neck and pulled her face against his, pressing his lips firmly into her full, plump pillows. As he did so, his finger slipped over the sleek metallic device that almost seemed to be her crotch, lightly pressing his forefinger against a certain part that was indiscernibly exactly the same as the rest. In the next instant, the blue interior section dropped open, swinging from tiny hinges, her shaven, prime pussy revealed to the air. The entire thing happened in about a second, and as his lips pressed against hers and her eyes fluttered closed, she felt her legs shake and her knees pressed themselves towards each other as she began to shake in spontaneous orgasm.

Her massive, anime-jealous breasts pressed against him as her back arched, her butt on the desk, her eyes pressed shut as he kissed her. Her weight left the desk as her legs buckled, only Paulo's hand pressing into her back holding her up, her entire form shaking. And then it was over, his gentle kiss released as he stepped back from her, leaving her heaving as she sat back on the edge of the desk with her legs pressing together, her knees touching and her ankles apart.

He could just make out the dark place where her nether regions lie, a blue flap suspended up in front of her stomach like a metal erection, holding her already raised skirt up behind it, her back bent, her breasts pressed between her arms palm-down on the desk as she panted. Her face was flushed and her wide, bright white eyes stared down at the ground unfocussed and glassy as she came. After several seconds, she raised her gaze and locked eyes with him, wonderment, incredulous surprise filling them. Paulo simply returned around to the front of the desk and as her orgasm subsided she quickly stood up straight and straightened her shirt, her blue robotic flap closing itself and sealing with a soft click over her cunt once more.

She quickly and meticulously checked her shirt, hair and uniform before sitting down gingerly. She made to say something, but Paulo put his finger to his lips, stopping her with her mouth open and the words dying on her tongue. His eyes were dark.

'Never disobey your priorities. Your services will be utilised in due time and not before, have faith.' He turned and walked away casually, leaving the flustered woman sitting in her seat, her diaphragm and pelvic floor still gently pulsing. She was lost for words, and eventually shuffled her seat back under the desk and went back to work, the device embedded in her crotch beginning its cleaning cycle on her vagina, only later noticing the small business card adorned only with a number and initials on it. PC, the initials read, as the device swirled tiny membranous bristles around inside her, mopping up her secretions.

She slipped the card into her bra, right beside her firm nipple, and patted it gently.

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Paulo returned a few hours later after taking a stroll out to the top of the pivate, neatly disguised restaurant that served as the food facility for the occupants of the Kepplin plant. Featuring a full staff compliment of nearly two thousand members, about five hundred lived across the two kilometre private property full time, a mix of general staff, scientists and research compliment as well as specialists and maintenance crew. A full bar, restaurant and relaxation facility served as the staff's downtime hotspot, not short of luxurious bedrooms fully serviced by the company free of charge for interactions. Indeed, nearly all of the working staff featured as guinea pigs for one or more of the experiments and advancements going on in the research wings of the plant, many completely different people either physically or mentally or both. A pleasure section in a sexual processing plant was only obvious, and gave live-on and drive-in staff alike a generous range of options for their breaks. Paulo stopped by the restaurant and helped himself to a fine meal off the middle floor of the building, looking out over the facility around him.

Build on an expanse of private land, the facility from any outside angle looked like a shipyard dock. Many enormous hangar-like sheds bore the markings of the company's trading name, and to any untrained eye looked like submarine and boat hangars. Several office apartments and silos also stood out in the area, one of which Paulo was sitting in for his lunch. Far out in the countryside, the facility sat at the end of a long, winding river that had in the great wars of the past been used as a secret submarine station, arming and launching deep sea subs for underwater strikes on the enemy. These days the facility was owned completely by Paulo, a several hundred million dollar investment, its stores gutted and converted into his personal moneymaking operation.

Some of the best minds in the world on hypnotics, barbiturates, mind control and mind alteration worked exclusively for this facility, leaving the rest of the world somewhat sparse for mind experts ranking higher than professional psychiatrists, quacks. Perhaps it was a good thing, though -- a world that could recognise and counter the work done here is a world that had no use for the elite slaves made and sold here. Between the lifetime's worth' young, rich retirement a specialist could earn himself or herself here in a few years to the complete privacy and freedom and full luxury accommodation and, most of all, the chance to live out their most lusty and kinky fetishes day after day, someone would be stupid to not to agree to work here.

But the most impressive part of the facility wasn't the sheer size and expanse of its physical presence, nor the huge staff capacity or the history. It wasn't the amount of generous, mansion-enabling money the staff were paid or even the technological feats the company pulled off on the human mind year after year. No, the truly remarkable feature of the plant was the profit. In sheer slave sales alone the facility sells, on average, nearly four billion dollars' worth of stock alone, trading several hundred thousand items of stock every month and providing its staff and owners with generous profits year after year, still managing to bolster its own financial budget significantly on the way.

Outgoing payments and losses all considered, the company still sees one of the world's most incredible gross incomes, shadowed only to three of the largest technology giants ever founded, a drink manufacturing company, and one entertainment franchise. A few hundred million out of the pocket of Paulo Crete had seen a massive growth that produced figures in the ten digit range time and time again. Mere change when looked at in the big picture like this.

The sun was going down over the distant sea when Paulo returned to the cell, passing by the receptionist desk once more, an equally well groomed and equally exquisite looking blonde girl attending the front seat now, seemingly having relieved her dark haired, tan skinned colleague earlier. She smiled and waved to Paulo as he entered, greeting him warmly.

Paulo strode over the cells, looking down into each room as he passed over it at its mostly female occupants each impaled in their consuming bliss creating contraptions. Eventually he reached his own cell and looked down at the woman. Roberts, strapped up in her harness down below, was drenched, her hair wet with sweat, her muscles and veins visibly bulging in her arms and neck, her head hanging, breathing hard but steadily. Her position had changed now, and she had been rotated back slightly, now resting back into the cupping mould that still nestled against her. The cupping, intimate arms that held her genitals and breasts still remained in place, softly massaging her relaxedly.

'Update.' Paulo growled in his baritone voice. The new lab coat, a short and curvy female with mousey brown hair and thick glasses, turned as he spoke. She quickly raised her tablet.
'Oh, hello, Sir. Uh, patient began showing signs of extreme Alpha, Beta and Iota wave activity about an hour ago, so the interaction was retrained to stimulate only the Iota and Gamma waves of gentle mental submission. She reached max stress and we put her on rest cycle about forty minutes ago. Her condition is contained and we're sustaining her conscious position easily.'

Paulo nodded for a moment. 'Did you mention extreme Iota waves?'

'Yes, sir. She began to show Iota at nearly a hundred per cent. Gamma also tripped up and past one hundred, and we saw Omicron frequency go from ninety hertz to nearly six thousand kilohertz in the space of six point four minutes.' The wide-glassed woman looked at him closely. 'Is that overly important, other than the obvious extreme exposure risks?'
But Paulo didn't reply. He was staring down into the cell at the resting woman, her eyes closed, gently breathing, her chest rising and falling inside the cuplets holding her bosom. Chelsea...he breathed.

'I'm sorry, sir?' Mousy Lab Coat girl asked, not catching his words. He ignored her for a long moment before he stood up stock straight and turned to her.

'Restart the process. Full strength and don't stop until I tell you to. I don't care what your guidelines tell you.' Mousey quickly turned to her tablet and tapped a few buttons, and down in the hold the immobile woman began to rotate into position. As she moved, she woke, her eyes glassy and unfocussed. She looked about herself several times as she woke, realising her surroundings, before her gaze caught the ceiling and she found herself locked once more in the hypnotic display. The eyes glassed over again as they stared up at it. Deep inside her, the impossibly long and impossibly intimate rods began to pulse and vibrate as they slowly started up their rhythmic sliding, gently slipping deep into her and back out again.

'Stimulate those waves. Peak them above a hundred.' Paulo told the female, who did a double take before tapping her tablet some more. She stared down into the cell along with Paulo.

In her restraints, Roberts had barely awoken when she found herself rising quickly on her cloud again, rapidly approaching the heavenly layer of orgasm she'd been held in in pure ecstasy for several hours on end now. It was very quick, and already she could feel her body beginning to react and her orgasm building power inside her. She watched as she approached the clouds, thick, slippery lengths of impossibly sensitive rod sliding in and out of her holes and pushing her bit by bit up to the orgasmic world of pleasure. She rode the cloud, her holes continuously and unstoppably filled rhythmically, her body and mind unable to stop them, even if she'd wanted to. As it was she barely noticed that they were there, at least in a physical, stoppable form.

They just were, just as her own vagina was, always inside her, always stretching her wide, always sucking orgasm after heart-stopping orgasm out from her body, always visible pounding back and forth inside her, her holes visibly opened by them. She watched the creamy, golden heaven approach her with calm knowing, not needing to think about it but simply knowing that it was coming and that she was ready. Her hair flowed about in the wind and her breasts flapped and shook in the gusts, moulding and squeezing with a life of their own in the air. As she approached the ceiling, she could feel her breathing starting to become panting and her stomach rolled as her diaphragm pumped and her pelvic floor tensed up for her orgasm. She knew her body was doing it, though why or how was unnecessary. Despite her stationary position sitting on her cloud elevator, she recognised the signs of her approaching orgasm and welcomed them.

As she parted the whispy, milky clouds and was lifted through them, she could feel her cunt clenching and the first dribbles leaving her to drip down through her own little cloud and fall forever below her. It was coming, and her pussy rolled and clenched around the ghostly length filling it. She dreamily looked down and used two fingers numbly to pry her lips wider apart, watching the semi-visible tube twist and pound inside her, seeing her the dark depths of her vulva held open as it fucked her, visible through its semi-transparent length. She could feel the one in her back door too, feel her widened for it, feel her clenching around it and knew it was echoing the fucking her pussy was receiving. She released her numb cunt and returned her dreamy gaze up to the heavens as her body disappeared into the milky, sticky ceiling.

As she came out the other side, calmness was gone. She was instantly on solid, hard ground, a floor of clean, creamy stuff underneath her. But she didn't care for it, because here was only one, all consuming, all powerful being; orgasm. She arched her back and screamed out a hot little moan, her head pressed back against the floor, her legs kinking and dropping as wide as they could as her hand shot irresistibly to her pussy to vigorously pound her mound. She slammed her fingers back and forth across her lips, crushing her clit against its housing fast and hard and gripping a breast with her other hand, digging deep marks into it as she clenched her fist around the fistful of bosom and the firm nub of nipple in it. She screamed out again and the rods filling her stretched her to maximum, widening her tighter than anything she'd ever felt before, pulling her open. Her hand was a blur on her hood and her clit burned with furious bliss. As she came, her cream shot out in a bursting spray of joy and her fingers never stopped flashing across her meat as wave after wave of female semen shot from her body, the sex rods embedded deep, deep inside her never stopping their twisting, ramming fucking.

As Roberts came, Straining against her restraints in violent blissful orgasm, Paulo watched her closely.
'Again.'
Mousey brown tapped her tablet.

Right as Roberts' vagina began to cease its powerful spraying and settled into a pulsing, creamy ejaculation that coated her crotch and hand and left her teeth forced against her lip in a blood-drawing pleasure, she suddenly threw her head back again and her back shot into the air as her pussy exploded all on its own again. Her hands flew into the air, fists clenching until her knuckles went white, her body completely in control of its own orgasm and taking her along for the ride.

'Again.'

Roberts screamed again, feeling like she was sitting half-submerged in a pool of her own cum, her hair dripping and the stuff completely soaking her, covering her entire body and slicking her up like oil. It only helped her fuckfest and she licked her lips, the stuff coating her mouth and face and sticking to her skin. Her cunt pulsed again and a wall crashed into her and she jolted, spraying again as she was fucked, her own taste tinging her tongue as she forced her thighs together, the pressure completely failing to stop her spray as it jetted out of her pounding pussy in a stream through her tightly clamped lips.

'Again.'

The world around her seemed to be suffocating her, she could barely breathe. Cum seeped freely down her throat and she could taste it in her, knew it was filling her completely, and that sensation was hot as fuck. She screamed out despite her own ejaculate flowing into her lungs as more flowed out of her, both her hands on her vagina, one flying back and forth across her mound in a blur as it rubbed her furiously burning lips, her other hand plunged deep in her and dragging her clenched knuckles along her walls. She felt her own ejaculation slam against her palm as she fisted herself, splattering out around her wide open legs.