The Curator Ch. 01

Sue would change her routine up a little tonight and dabble in her own form of participant archaeology--not that she wasn't already participating rather well with the chair already. She might be able to come up with a publication from it all with some careful self-censorship. She grabbed a pair of the shoes, the big bottle of lube and carefully selected a phallus that was a full size larger than her usual favorite. The closest translation of its Nuymean guide rating was "difficult." She'd be more realistic and leave the vibrator in the drawer. Today, she wanted the added challenge of working for her orgasm. The previous times she used the chair seemed to reduce her inhibitions a little. Now she seemed to be craving to be in it constantly. She was feeling uncharacteristically impulsive today, and it was time to be less cautious. The new phallus was one she had never tried. It had a rougher texture, and she knew it would be a bit of a wild ride. This should help break her somewhat humdrum routine. She would also learn if the back thrusting was imagined or real. She could edit out the more intimate details of her experiment from her scientific account.

A large collection of gags was also among the artifacts. Again, they were kept out of the public eye. They were also kept secret from the military examiners as most were ball gags with a special rubber-like material. The rubber was still perfectly black and pliable with no signs of age, teeth marks or other wear despite being in the rainforest for centuries most likely. No doubt there was some military application. She always marveled at how modern people were so arrogant about how much more they knew than the ancients. Here was another example of something that the Nuymeans could do centuries earlier that defied modern understanding.

She had never used the gags and wasn't particularly excited by the idea. The isolated basement and the room's steel door seemed to be plenty of sound insulation. Besides, she also wasn't one of those women who made a lot of uncontrollable noise when she had the big O, but in keeping with changing things up, she grabbed a gag anyways. It would be something completely different. Perhaps they gagged the women when they used the chair? Most had the same plain-ended straps that didn't close, but there were a few that had buckles and clasps. She picked one that had a full head harness with a series of clasps. They were sort of like the clasps on a toolbox or steamer trunk and could be flipped closed over a lockable loop hasp. There was a large black ball for inside the mouth that was held in place by a mouth cover of the lusterite metal fabric. Several clasps along the side could lever the cover down tight over the ball. Looking at the gag more closely and thinking about it was unexpectedly getting her juices flowing even more, and she started to wonder why she hadn't tried it before this.

Sue locked the door from the inside and put her keys on a small table near the door. Her inhibitions were screaming at her to stop while her heart raced with the excitement ahead, and the thrill of doing something few would approve of even if it could technically be considered science. Those inhibitions were fading with record speed.

Stripping off everything, she carefully laid her panties out so that they would dry some by the time she was done. As always, the room felt cold in the climate control and she could feel her nipples hardening quickly. She pushed the phallus into the mount and heard the expected click as it locked in position. Now the only way to release it would be to press the catch on the front face of the chair underneath the mounting point. The catch was quite firm and it usually took her both thumbs to release. Clearly the Nuymeans didn't want it coming loose unexpectedly.

Next, she bent over and put on the shoes. She couldn't close the plain-ended straps, but knew that just the tight fit would keep them on. How some women could walk in these all day was a mystery. She had always avoided heels and was already having trouble just keeping her balance on the smooth stone tile.

She coated the phallus with a good two pumps of lube. It was dripping down the front of the chair some, but she knew from experience that it would clean off easily. Even though she was thoroughly wet already, she hated the feel of anything dry inside her so much that she wasn't willing to take any chances.

Next came the gag, she took a good look at the clasps and put the straps over her head. She had a large full length mirror in her office, but it was heavy and she didn't want to move it to the side room. She could close the clasps by feel and decided to go the extra mile so grabbed a set of small padlocks normally used on record cabinets and dropped the keys on the small table. Eventually she got the large rubber ball in place and worked the covering down tight. As each clasp closed, the ball was forced tighter into her mouth pinning her tongue down completely. The lusterite front panel had no give whatsoever. This would have to be a quick session or her jaw would be aching for days.

Working quickly in order not to lose her nerve, she clipped one of the small file cabinet locks in each of the clasps and clicked them all closed. She had all the keys on her ring. Her whole head felt like it was lightly but firmly fastened into a vice. The straps weren't going anywhere. She tried to talk to find that her pinned tongue and plugged mouth didn't block all sound, but intelligent speech was not possible.  The ball was just too big. She wouldn't have guessed how much the density of the lusterite blocked sound.

Now was the moment of truth, turning off the suspended electric heater she placed over the chair--strange how no one questioned it among the other items in the basement. The conservation department didn't seem to notice it was missing. She climbed up on her wooden crate and turned around face-up to slowly lower her body into place. The warm stone felt almost therapeutic and would stay warm for a long time.

She leaned back to get the proper angle and felt the head of the phallus press against her nether lips. The lube, both from her body and the dispenser bottle, was doing its job and the lusterite was slipping in smoothly. At first the colder metal was a shock, but it finally started to warm a little as she took her time. Continuing to slowly lower herself, she realized that the Nuymean guide was right on target about how difficult this phallus would be. Perhaps she was overly optimistic.  After a slight twinge of pain from the stretching, she pushed back up with her legs suddenly in an almost involuntary jerk so that she could dismount and get a smaller one.

During the abrupt movement, her right heel caught in the crack between two boards of the wooden crate. She desperately wretched the shoe back and forth trying to free it while balancing over the metal cock. It wasn't working. The shoe wasn't slipping off either. Slipping down and being penetrated deeper, she pushed with a surge of strength to rise up and pull free. In a fraction of second, her world changed; the crate flipped over and rolled out from under her feet. With the sudden loss of support, her left hand slid off the supporting arm. Her weight came down slightly crooked, with full force, and rammed the phallus deep as it would go all at once, her groin crushed to a stop against the narrow mount. The size of the cock and the freezing cold metal took her breath away, a breath that would have been a massive reactionary scream were it not for the effectiveness of the gag.

She hung suspended and dangling there, stuffed with metal, for several moments in throbbing pain and shock, suddenly out of breath. Whenever she tried to move, every twist or push translated five fold into her impaled sex. As the pain started to subside slightly and the phallus finally started to warm up, she gingerly tried to get her arms back under her to push up off the chair, but could find no support. To her horror, the arms were no longer there. It seemed like they folded down into the chair somehow. She had nothing to use to push up off the phallus.

As she gave up looking for a way to lift up, she could feel the pulsing start. She was getting more and more aroused while the pain faded. She was trapped and helpless; her legs dangling uselessly. To her surprise, that feeling of really being stuck was arousing her with a wave-like rush through her body. Before long, she was more caught up in the pleasure, and the pain she did feel was just more fuel for the overall sensation running through her body. Soon, she was frantically thrusting, twisting and turning against the fixed phallus uncontrollably.

The gag made it difficult to breathe and kept her from being as active in her own pleasure as she would have liked. She regretted the locks tremendously, but there was nothing she could change now. She tried pulling the head harness loose, but it was too well designed, and she couldn't slip a strap loose anywhere. Each time she paused to catch her breath, she could clearly feel the metal cock continuing to thrust slowly and steadily on its own.

She couldn't understand how the chair functioned. Suddenly she was one of those scientists that underestimated ancient technology as well, and was getting fucked quite nicely for it. There was no doubt at all that it was animated and knew where to thrust. It was actually responding to her like it had come alive. Her theories seemed so clueless now as her whole body rose and fell slightly while the phallus and chair worked its rhythms.

As she paused her own counter-exertions to catch her breath, yet again, Sue also noticed that her feet were not aching in the shoes. Somehow they were much more comfortable. The same with the gag; her jaw no longer ached. In fact, it seemed like her tongue and mouth were numb somehow. The taste was noticeable and really wasn't like rubber at all, more herbal like some kind of medicine. She tried to say something, and now nothing happened at all. The gag was clearly doing something to her vocal cords. She was completely silenced.

Sue was starting to get worried, but was also hornier than she could ever remember. She tried to get control of herself, but her body had its own ideas. She was in a new world of pleasure and could, for a little while at least, forget about the real world. As she resumed thrusting back against the phallus, she started to notice the sculpted texture of its surface creating more and more friction. She could feel the warmth of total arousal spreading over her body like the phallus was a heating element. Her directed weight driving it up into her made it feel like the center of her whole body was wrapped around it.

She could feel the warm flush extend down over her belly and up across her chest. It steadily continued to expand making it feel as if her breasts were swelling. Her hard nipples felt like they were contracting on themselves and ached with tightness. She squeezed her breasts as if checking fruit for ripeness--more like apples in her case. Yes, definitely a bit swollen. The rush of sensation pushed her arousal level so high she thought she would cum, but somehow her body held back and wasn't ready. Instead, she could feel the arousal just continuing to grow. When she felt her cheeks flush, it was as if the thrusting and lust was taking over her whole body.

She felt like a sheath tightened over the cock of a giant. Even in her frenzied state of arousal, the phallus still stretched her out uncomfortably with its size, like it might split her right open. Keeping her breath paced, she worked her hips back and forth with a twisting and rolling motion; the best she could do within the tightness of the chair. When the orgasm hit, it was as if she was contracting her whole body in order to squeeze the metal cock within her. The gag completely suppressed what would otherwise have been her first uncontrollable scream during climax. When the first huge series of contractions released, she gasped for breath. Her whole body seemed to twitch endlessly as the phallus slowed and then stopped its own thrusting too. As the orgasm ebbed, she felt pain return with each further contraction reminding her how she was stretched to her limit. Finally the contractions ended, and the pain subsided to a dull ache, and she wondered if she had ripped any tissue.

Sue hung from the phallus already wondering if she had just imagined it moving. What she felt defied her understanding of what was possible. Even her memory wanted to reject it. Dripping in sweat despite the cold room, she slowly recovered and fought to calm her breathing. She couldn't help feeling like she was still held in a cocoon around the hips and that she could actually just hang there for a long time feeling content, but her reverie was interrupted by involuntary contractions in her vaginal walls accompanied by sharp aching tension.

The phallus was definitely too large and her body had had enough. She tried once again, more urgently than ever this time, to find something to push off of with her arms, but found nothing but smooth slippery stone. She was still hanging suspended and intimately impaled. Good thing the length of the phallus was short enough to prevent it from ramming her cervix. She was starting to feel panic setting in, and wanted to rip the gag off so that she could breathe normally, but the keys were on the other side of the room. Desperation was building in her like a rising tide. She felt her vagina tighten involuntarily around the phallus again, trying to reject the intruder. Faintly, she could feel the thrusting start again. She hung there helplessly as it started to get stronger and stronger.

She felt a new surge of panic urging escape, but it was useless. She didn't know how she would be able to handle any more since she was completely out of strength and breath after only seconds of struggling. The warmth and arousal were returning. It seemed to spread rapidly across her body this time as she felt something like an electrical tingling. She tried to just hang there in enjoyment, recovering, but it didn't work. The phallus was moving around, driving her to react in different directions.

The last threads of doubt that it was somehow controlled and directed were instantly erased from her mind. It was not even a simple machine, it was like an intelligent being that knew it was fucking her senseless and was determined to do so. She was too sensitive not to react to its administrations, but there was no escape. Soon she was trying to stay one step ahead of the phallus by attempting to keep it from her most sensitive spots.

It wasn't long before she was struggling for breath again as the core of her being was mercilessly lifted, turned and ravaged up and down from her womanhood. She could see the room moving up and down with the rhythm of the chair's thrusting. Clearly it was creating a specific rhythm to drive her wild. Oh how she loved the feeling!

Once again, the surge of contractions took hold. She clenched down on the ball in her mouth and the rod in her pussy with all her might as a wave of pain/pleasure swept through her. The room swam as she attempted to ride the magic cock surging underneath her like a galloping horse. She knew that it was beyond her ability, but had no choice but to continue. The gag suppressed all her efforts to scream for help.

The thrusting stopped abruptly as she felt a huge final contraction that tensed her whole body. Her toes rolled tight within the heels. Her back arched in a spasm that registered like a distant sound of thunder to her overloaded brain. She could feel the orgasmic surge run up and down from her feet to her head and back. A dizzy sensation swam through her brain and a slow enveloping blackness closed in on her vision as she collapsed and fainted on the phallus.