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in the spread-eagle
imposed by the "Vitruvian Damsel" ring of steel. On the
below, Cynthia's ordeal
continued. The teasing, tickling, titillating "foreplay"
lasted more than an hour—substantially
more than an hour—and then the
machines had moved on to the "main event." All Rachel
really see was that a complicated apparatus had tucked itself
Cynthia's upper thighs and crotch. Various mechanical
resembling rocker-arms or the ends of thrusting cylinders rose
on the machine's surface and Cynthia writhed and tugged against
in matching rhythm. That's all Rachel could actually
counting Cynthia's sweat-slick, helpless, bound, incredible little body.
Of course, Rachel knew exactly
through her crotch, tactile memories of her ordeal, evoked by the
The mechanical monstrosity was—to put it bluntly—fucking the hell out
of poor Cynthia.
Cynthia's tan, diminutive form glistened with sweat.
The straps dimpled her flesh as she struggled and twisted under
tight embrace. Her feet were on pointe and her hands
tight fists. The pace of the mechanical thrusts had been
building for some time, over the course of many long
Cynthia was panting through her gag.
the thrusting continued. "Mrrf-mrrf-mrrf..."
Poor Cynthia, Rachel
thought, sighing through her gag.
gone rigid in her bonds—her shining, tan form frozen and
her gagged face locked in a grimace of ecstasy.
And then, the prisoner below collapsed, her body limp and
closed. The pace
of the mechanical thrusting slowed... and finally stopped.
There was a pause of several seconds... and then the machine
from between Cynthia's legs.
Rachel noticed that Cynthia's pubic
bush had received a trim. She now had a Brazilian, like
must have been when I got
mine, Rachel mused, when
I was on the
The robot arms sprung to life, again, and Rachel watched as
fitted with mutant cuffs, like her own. In a surprisingly
time, the cast-like cuffs were attached to a second ring of
Cynthia was a
Vitruvian Damsel, hanging from the ceiling.
Cynthia opened her eyes, turned her head, and gazed at
The two captives were side-by-side, hanging from the same
Both were gagged, of course, and other than by some
means—like blinking their eyes in Morse code—were unable to
communicate. That wasn't entirely true. Both
could tell the
other was frightened, confused, and sympathetic.
The hose attached to Cynthia's gag jerked and her eyes widened,
slightly. Then, her throat muscles moved as she swallowed.
She's drinking, Rachel
realized. The machine
watering her. Cynthia continued
diminutive, spreadeagled body shining with sweat. She's strong. She
right away after... A thrill rippled through
crotch and up her spine. ...after
I needed a nap.
The surrounding robot arms came to life. Manipulators with
misted Cynthia's body. Other arms dragged panels
of absorbent material across her skin, caressing her stretched
Other nozzles blew gusts of air, and yet other arms festooned
spinning petals "buffed" her shivering, wiggling body.
the robot arms withdrew.
Cynthia's flushed, tan skin was still shining, but she was no
dripping with sweat. Cynthia sighed, then turned
and smiled through her gag. The twinkle in her eyes was
So strong, Rachel
sighed, and beautiful.
Suddenly, motors whirred and a robot rolled from the darkness
positioned itself directly under Rachel. More motors
sections of the
robot lifted from its body. A pair of pincers clamped the
of Rachel's ring while the other sections passed in front and
joined together, and continued to rise.
"Nrrrrf!" Rachel screamed through her gag. The
rising sections had formed a saddle, and its target
was her crotch! "Mrfh!" The saddle made contact and
around her thighs, lower tummy, and the bottom half of her
butt-cheeks. Hoses and tubes trailed from the saddle to
Rachel shivered and squirmed as things happened. Her
labia were being gently pulled apart, and something was
sliding into her vagina. At the same time, something was
probing her anus.
"Nrrrrf!" None of it was painful, but it was very unsettling, to
say the least. The probing continued, then, something warm
began flowing into her gut! "Mrrrr!" At the
time, a pump whirred and her bladder began to empty.
The water—she assumed it was water—stopped flowing. The
catheter pump also stopped. It
horrible! Her gut was full,
wasn't going anywhere,
any sense of the word. Enema
she realized. It's
There was a very long, shiveringly uncomfortable pause...
finally, a valve
opened, a pump whirred, and her gut
emptied. "Nrrrf!" There was another pause... then
squirmed in her bonds as the pump filled her, again! Yet
pause... and the pump emptied her, again. A third
cycle followed. Then, the probes withdrew and the saddle
disassembling as it was lowered. The clamp released
ring and all the sections slid back into the robot's metal body.
The robot grooming arms sprang to life and misted, patted, blew,
buffed Rachel's thighs and crotch. "Mrrrf!" It
tickles! Finally, the groomers withdrew.
"robo-toilet"—she could think of no better name for the
allowed any leakage while doing its work, but she didn't mind
cleaning. However, it had
Rachel and Cynthia watched as the robot rolled from under
positioned itself under Cynthia, and stopped.
Cynthia tugged on her bonds as the robo-toilet's sections rose
body. She'd surmised what the machine had done to
(or for) Rachel, and realized she was next.
The sections extended, the ring was clamped, as before, and the
formed; however, well before it
made contact with its second victim/customer it stopped.
robot grooming arms
came to life, extended, and the misters wet the saddle
Cynthia's eyes popped wide. The metal surface hissed and steam rose to
Cynthia's splayed legs and crotch.
It's hot! Rachel
realized. It sterilized
Nozzles blew air for several
seconds. More mist was sprayed and steamed away, then more
was blown. This cycle
repeated itself several times, and eventually, mist was applied
steam no longer rose. Air continued to blow for another
minute. Then, the grooming arms withdrew.
Cynthia sighed through her gag. The saddle was in motion,
rising towards her crotch. I
swear, Sally, she thought, if
you're doing this, I'm writing a virus that will tickle all
simulation routines on all your
The saddle made contact and Cynthia flinched in her bonds. The
damn thing is cold!
reclined on a lounge chair, poolside, at the luxury hotel Sally
booked for her.
There were no immediate tasks pending for Salamandras
"Security Expert"; however, industrial espionage at the
headquarters of a
financial services multinational was in the planning
stage. It would be a simple, low-risk
operation to plant a few programs on a couple of their IT
servers. It would
allow Sally to more easily eavesdrop on the target's secure
fear of exposure. In the meantime, all Lillian had to do
for the go signal.
Lillian extended her arms and legs in a full body stretch.
was good to have a little downtime. She'd already had her
workout in the hotel gym, a Tai Chi session on the lawn of the
garden—a session much appreciated by her surreptitious audience
guests—and a relaxing swim. Now, it was time for some serious lounging—and a
ogling of her own.
Across the pool, a woman in an expensive one-piece suit climbed
the ladder from the deep end, accepted a towel from the pool
began drying herself. She had a hot little body, in Lillian's humble
opinion. She was a little taller than Little Mouse, a.k.a.
Webbel-Wobble, but was still what you'd call petite. Her
blond and cropped in a boyish pixie, but there was nothing
boyish about her figure. Her tan, toned, curvaceous body
Lillian fantasized about sneaking into the blonde's hotel room,
tonight, sometime after midnight. Ms. Pixie would be in a
and snug in her bed... all cute and cuddly and
Lillian's tongue wet her smiling lips. Rope at the ready,
pounce. The blonde's panties would be taped in her mouth
she was fully awake, and Lillian would already be lashing her
behind her back. I'll
La Bionda costume, she
mused, the black heels,
pants, sports bra, bow tie, blond wig, and Zorro mask.
she'll get the reference, maybe she won't, but it'll be fun
The blonde—the pixie at poolside, not Lillian costumed like Franco Saudelli's
character—settled into a lounge chair identical to
waitress, a cute redhead in short-shorts and polo shirt staff
strolled over and the blonde placed what Lillian assumed was a
A box-tie? Lillian
pondered, or something more
maybe a heels-to-palms hogtie. I'll spoon with her, use
to keep her knees pried apart, and tease her nipples and pussy
Just then, Lillian's phone emitted three short beeps—Sally's
ring-tone. Lillian sighed and held it to her
ear. "What? I'm busy."
"Liar," Sally chuckled.
"Oh, I forgot," Lillian huffed. "You know my GPS location
a fraction of a meter and you've
"Not to mention retasking a couple of spy satellites and the Hubble telescope,"
teased, "all to keep track of your bikini-clad bod."
"As long as you're on the line," Lillian purred, "what can you
blonde across the pool?"
"The one with the super-short haircut? She's here with her
husband. He's in town on a business trip. She came along to shop... and to tease horny hotel
guests who might be drooling at her from across the pool."
Lillian smiled. "You're getting pretty good at the snappy
"Thank you. On to business. I have a package for you
deliver to Doctors Webbel and Haines."
"You want me to turn around and go right back to where I just
Lillian demanded. Across the pool, the blonde was
stemmed glass from the waitress, some sort of swirled,
with a fruit garnish. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Sally answered. "At least, I don't think so."
"You've programmed a 'I'm kinda worried' sub-routine into your
personality? Now you've got me worried. Spill it."
"It's nothing," Sally responded. "I called Cynthia to tell
faculty committee meeting had been moved up to early tomorrow
and she didn't answer."
"So, you want me to punish her for poor telephone courtesy?"
"Like you need an excuse," Sally chuckled. "The thing is,
as my call went to voice-mail, somebody in the building started
the university's data base for info about 'Sally
Salamandras.' That's how Cynthia has me listed on her
"Somebody?" Lillian asked. "You mean Rachel, don't you?"
"Yes, and no," Sally responded. "There were inquiries from
Dr. Haines' and Cynthia's
investigate further are stymied by my promise to Cynthia not to
infiltrate the building."
"So? Do it without telling her."
"No, that would be unethical," Sally huffed. "Also, it's
impossible for me to circumvent the firewalls without
leaving a trace. Cynthia would know I'd tried."
"Hoist by your own technological petard," Lillian
leave right away. What do you want me to deliver?"
"You can wait 'til morning," Sally said. "The package
ready 'til then. It's a sort of neutral observer
minicomputer. Once it's inside the building, it'll
the network and monitor what's going on. If all is well,
Cynthia lets me back into the building, it will
wipe its own memory. However, if
something is wrong,
sound the alarm and I'll blow past the firewalls."
"Then you get to explain yourself to Little Mouse," Lillian
"Don't worry, I'll tickle her 'til she forgives you."
"Much appreciated," Sally laughed. "Seriously, it's
"No problem. I await the delivery of your super-spy
"Bye," Sally answered. "If you can't be good, be careful."
"Always." Lillian broke the connection and returned the
the side table. Across the pool, the blond pixie—the married blond pixie—was
her drink through an over-sized straw. Pity, Lillian mused.
her policy not to mess with couples. Things could get
People could get hurt—and not in the fun,
or clamps-on-the-nipples sort of way.
The red-haired waitress
was gazing in her direction. Lillian raised a hand in
the Celtic Cutie started in her direction. Hmm... I wonder if she's married.
the "examining table" and serviced
"robo-toilet." Rachel hung in her mutant cuffs... and
endured. Cynthia was doing the same, of course.
turned her head
and gazed at her fellow captive. She's sooo beautiful, Rachel
thought. Her skin is so
smooth... and her boobs... and her abs. Sooo beautiful.
Suddenly, the rings in which the two naked scientists
were spreadeagled slowly turned ninety degrees to the left...
along the overhead track. The tubes attached to their gags
taut, then popped loose and reeled out of the way. Cynthia
the lead, facing front, with Rachel in the rear. She found
herself staring at Cynthia's rump... her
They left behind the spotlights still shining down on the
and rolled on, into near darkness. There was a little indirect
from distant sources down the isles of machinery and racks of
parts. It glistened off Cynthia's ring and mutant cuff
and the shining shape of her tan, helpless body. A little
transmitted through the ring from the motors overhead and a
Rachel's skin and lifted strands of her hair, but those were the
sensations of which she was aware. Mostly, it was
a journey into darkness.
They made a turn to the right—first Cynthia's ring pivoted, and
her own—and Rachel could see light shining up
ahead. Cynthia's spreadeagled form was silhouetted against
Cynthia's ring spun 180° as they continued rolling forward, so
the captives were face to face. The vibrations from
sending a shivering thrill through
too tired and frazzled to
process. She noted Cynthia's nipples were erect, and they
ever so slightly. It's
vibrations, she decided. That's
They rolled into the lit area and the track locked.
Rachel and Cynthia turned their heads and looked around.
articulated arms were mounted on the ceiling. There was
large amounts of other machinery, much of it also mounted on
arms. That said, they could see no obvious humanoid
clamps or anything else the prisoners recognized from their
It's all different, Rachel
manufactured appearance, all stainless steel and
pristine plastic. Also, it was all semi-organic, almost alien in appearance,
nothing in sight had an overt purpose. A glance at Cynthia
suggested she was also confused. Seeing as they were both
robotics experts, this was a little disturbing. Rachel
what she feared might have grown into a full-blown hysterical
reflected, as if everything
that's happened wasn't 'disturbing.'
The captives were only about a meter apart, hanging in their
from their inescapable bonds. They locked eyes. So beautiful, Rachel
sighed. Her eyes are so big
and brown and sad.
Suddenly, the technology around them came to life. Motors
whirred and various complex groupings of
metal and plastic moved up, down, and/or to the side. Some
the captives, extending rigid, articulated lever arms. The
at the ends, whatever the
hell they were, came closer—"MRRRF!"—and burst into what could
described as nests of writhing tentacles, varying in size from
fingers to strands of spaghetti!
The tips of the countless metal feelers caressed the captives'
pinioned flesh, and wherever they made contact, a tiny blue
snapped! The sensations engendered were prickly,
creepy-crawly—but they were not what Rachel could call
It's some sort of
Rachel realized, and we're not
grounding the charge.
The spotlights began to
fade. As the darkness encroached, Rachel beheld a mass of
blue tendrils traveling from the tentacles to their spreadeagled
bodies, between their bodies, and from their bodies to the rings
The tentacles continued to slither and slide, and their hair
away from their heads, forming frizzy, gravity-defying
clouds sparkling with blue energy.
Skin-crawling sensations were building and becoming decidedly
There was still no pain, but the flickering blue massage was
becoming a full blown itch-you-can't-scratch ordeal—and it wouldn't stop!
Rachel and Cynthia shivered, twisted, fought their
bonds with all their remaining strength, and screamed into their
gags. The tentacles continued their tickling assault.
Rachel continued screaming and struggling. The horrible
were teasing her left nipple. She
watched as a cluster of blue sparks caressed the pink nubbin...
apart and traced a spiral helix over the surface of the shaking
breast... then spiraled back and caressed the nipple, once
Her abs and thighs were receiving attention, as well.
back and armpits. Also... everything not trapped in inescapable steel.
If this continued, Rachel knew she would lose it! She'd go
insane! It was horrible!
And suddenly, it got worse!
A cluster of the tentacles was teasing her thighs and
assault on the rest of her body continued—waves of unendurable,
titillating energy rippling across her flesh—but her pussy was
getting special attention!
She focused on her fellow captive, watching as the tentacles did
Cynthia what they were doing to her. Blue fire danced
diminutive professor's writhing body.
Rachel was going to cum. The wiggling blue worms were
Again, Cynthia was in the same fix. The exact same fix. No! Please... I'm sooo tired.
Rachel's body went totally rigid as a massive multiple orgasm rocked
her body. Then, she went limp and her head lolled.
Cynthia lasted a little longer, but soon followed suit.
bucked in the throes of orgasm... then lost
The blue energy stopped sparking, the tentacles and arms
all was darkness.
was neither bound nor gagged. She was still naked...
sat up and focused on her crotch. Some sort of thong was,
goes, girding her loins. The ambient light was dim, but
looked and felt
like it was made from thousands of tiny, interlocking steel
interspersed with glass beads. It encircled her waist,
cleaved her buttocks, and cupped her pussy. There was no
clasp or lock. It was tight fitting but surprisingly
however, it was so tight she couldn't work her
fingers under the margins, especially between her legs. Oh! She realized
of the front panel were actually inside her, and were gripping her
labia. That's why I
past the edges. The thing was like a chain mail
bottom, but Cynthia knew it for what it really was, a bizarre
Cynthia lifted her head and focused on her surroundings.
hemispherical cage of steel bars, something like thirty
across. Its curved surface was a wire-form, geodesic
The six-inch spacing
between the vertices and the apparent lack of a door or hatch
made it a cage. The floor was one huge, circular
Beyond, and in all directions, she beheld more
both of the
"conventional" and "alien/organic" varieties. The silent,
unmoving technology was
back-lit, and this dim, indirect light was the only
Cynthia ran her fingers through her hair. I'm a mess, she thought, and still tired. She
went up on her knees and did a half turn, continuing her visual
exploration—then gasped as
looked down. "Rachel!"
Rachel was curled on her side only a couple of feet
away. She was also "dressed" in a chain mail chastity
otherwise naked. She appeared to
Cynthia shuffled to Rachel's side and gently placed a hand on
shoulder. "Rachel," she said, giving it a
gentle shake. "Rachel, are you okay?"
Rachel opened her eyes, lifted her head, and focused on
Her eyes widened and she sat up, using her fingers to comb her
tangled hair from her face. "Cynthia," she muttered, then
around. "What... What's happening?"
Cynthia smiled. There was fear in Rachel's voice, but she
control. She's a brave
hoping you could shed
on. I assume this isn't your programming at work."
"God no!" Rachel gasped. "I mean... I don't think
"Smart Explorer might be running," Cynthia said, "but I assume
change the initial tasking from simulated planetary exploration
"Yes, I mean..." A slightly hysterical smile curled
lips. "No, I didn't change anything. When I came in
Monday, Smart Explorer was already running, and then..."
faded. "Are you okay?"
Cynthia sighed, then opened her arms. "C'mere."
Rachel and Cynthia came together in a warm embrace.
"I'm so scared," Rachel whispered, her eyes welling.
Cynthia's head was on Rachel's shoulder. "I am too.
to be brave, and keep our wits about us." The embrace
continued. "If memory serves, you didn't program voice
recognition into the Smart Explorer interface, correct?"
"Yes," Rachel sighed, then broke the embrace and leaned
this point, it
probably wouldn't matter if I had. If this is Smart Explorer, it's
full autodidactic cycles past the initial phase. Maybe if
keyboard I could—Oh!"
"What is it?" Cynthia asked. Rachel's eyes had popped
and her hands clutched the front of her chastity belt.
"It's doing something!"
gasped. "It's doing me!"
Cynthia watched as the tiny beads of Rachel's belt flickered and
flashed with all the colors of the rainbow. Symmetrical
were traveling across the garment's front panel like a tiny
"Oh god!" Rachel
whined. Now the entire belt, front panel and waist band, was
flickering. "It's t-teasing me!"
"Oh, Rachel," Cynthia sighed, scooted close and took Rachel back
"It won't stop!" Rachel sobbed, clutching her friend. "It
"Hush," Cynthia whispered, kissing Rachel's cheek and giving her
shivering body a squeeze. "Just let it happen,
There's nothing you can do. There's nothing either one of
do. Just let it happen." She gently rocked Rachel's
"I-I... I can't help it," Rachel gasped. "It's making me
cum. I-I'm sorry, Cynthia."
"Just let it happen," Cynthia cooed. "Just let it happen."
Time passed and the flashing continued... and the embrace
continued. Rachel shivered and
sobbed, and Cynthia held her close.
body twitched and she clutched Cynthia with all her
More time passed... Then, she sighed and collapsed.
god." This time, it
was a hoarse whisper and not a scream of ecstasy. The
"Rest, honey," Cynthia sighed, continuing to cradle Rachel's
body. "Just rest." She kissed the top of her
head. "Just close your eyes
Rachel could see that beads were
flashing again, down below, but not on her belt. "Oh... I'm sorry,
Cynthia," she sighed.
Cynthia's belt was twinkling with a rainbow of rippling
"Oh damn!" She
Rachel's arms, holding on tight. "Sally," she growled
clenched teeth, "I
swear to god, if you're doing all this... Arrrrr!"
Rachel frowned as she continued comforting her shuddering
companion. "Who the
hell is Sally?" she asked.