Central Organic Intelligence (Draft 3)
Third time's the charm. Lets see how this goes.
This is the current completed section of the 3rd draft of the Central Organic Intelligence story that I am currently working on. There is still two more sections to go but they will be smaller than this section which is called installation.
As always, any and all feedback is highly appreciated.
Taylor awoke from a sound. It sounded like steam being released or a piston releasing. Taylor opened her eyes and all she could see were machines flying around her, doing something to her. She couldn’t move. She tried sensing out her insects, but she couldn’t feel anything. Where was she?
There weren’t even any lights so she might as well be blind.
However, there was movement. Taylor could feel it on her skin like some kind of wind went past her. She was suspended somewhere and something was holding her up by the armpits. Was this how they were keeping her prisoner? Ever since she was captured, she had been sedated. She didn’t even know what day it was. All Taylor could remember was after she had been captured, they had injected her with something, and then nothing. Was she just woken up to watch her trial in some way? Also, why did they have her naked? Did they think she could do something with clothes? Maybe if she was Parian but she wasn’t. So why?
Taylor felt something being slid up her legs yet couldn’t move them, it was like they just wouldn’t obey her commands. Was this what it was like to be under Alec’s control? Taylor tried to make a sound to move, to protest in some way, yet she couldn’t once again. Some kind of paralytic agent perhaps? Or did they master her for this? Valefor could have probably done something like this as Taylor doubted that Alec would do this for them. The things being put on her, they were almost like clothes, or some kind of underwear maybe? Taylor still couldn’t see but it scrapped against her legs on all sides and felt more solid than some regular panties. Some kind of harness? Taylor remembered seeing Bad Canary once being brought to the courthouse. Her restraints honestly looked draconian, or fetishistic, were it not for the prison uniform.
No even then, the extreme amount of bondage on her, it had even looked fetishistic. Taylor remembered having, rather unladylike thoughts about those restraints. Wanting to be bound up in them, to feel them restrain her, holding her tight as she couldn’t escape. Will it look, or rather feel, like she was about to feel them now. Had this been any other kind of situation, Taylor might have found it amusing, or even erotic, to be bound like this. Yet now her girlhood fantasy of being bound up like this was not so amusing. Even so, she still can’t resist as her limbs won’t respond.
Taylor continued to feel the hoops of material rise until they naturally found themselves in the spots between her thighs and her vagina. Though Taylor noted something odd. There didn’t seem to be a middle section of whatever was being put on her. The machine dressing her continued to put on the harness that she was being slowly inserted into. She could feel that whatever it was, was thick and solid, it covered her in bands of material while allowing her skin to show. Some rings connected the bands where multiple were connected. Taylor could only really tell what they were because of how some sections were cold on her. The bands of the harness, going up, left her vagina exposed as they wrapped around where her thigh met her torso, the bands went around her stomach, leaving it exposed, before moving up and a strap running around the upper part of her stomach all the way around, while another strap around Taylor’s chest just below her small mosquito bite breasts was run around it as well. Straps ran on either side of her breasts. There was almost a spider web of straps right above her breasts that ran around her and then connected to a collar that she was put in.
Slowly, Taylor’s arms were bound by the mechanical limbs into her harness with extra bands of material and other things being applied along with them so that even if she weren’t paralyzed, she still wouldn’t be able to move them. Taylor wanted to raise her eyebrow at this. Were they seriously putting her in bondage gear? Taylor also wished she could move her legs, maybe rub them together because she was, feeling something down there from all this restraint, despite what it meant. Soon, however, Taylor felt the limbs come for her legs as well.
Taylor felt something grab hold of her legs and bent them so that her feet were touching her butt. Then she felt something put over her legs, and then the feeling of them being tightened. They were putting straps on her legs. One over her upper thighs and lower shins, and the other over her lower thighs and upper shins. Finally, there was a set of restraints attached to the middle of her feet before they were then attached to one of the straps near her rear. They were tightened fairly tight but not too much. This was getting ridiculous. She wasn’t a brute, she didn’t need restraints like this. Though this was probably to make her seem more dangerous. After all, from what little she knew, it seemed that all the capes that went to jail or the Birdcage on television were bound up like this all the time, in ridiculously elaborate restraints.
That’s where they were going to send her to, wasn’t it? They were going to send her to the Birdcage now. Taylor felt something in her stomach drop. The Birdcage. They were going to send her to the Birdcage. First, they reveal her, then they snatched her right as she thought she was about to escape from the school, and now, they are doing to drop her in the deepest, darkest hole imaginable. Were Taylor able, she would have clenched her fists, struggled, maybe even snarled like a rabid animal. Not like it would make a difference. After everything, they were going to lock her up and throw her away. No three strike rule like they were supposed to have, no real court hearing, no. No this was going to be a sham trial, her guilt was already determined. She was going to be made an example of.
There wasn’t any time to pity herself as she felt more mechanical arms pulling more things onto her. Taylor felt something smooth being slid onto each of her legs, adding more bindings to them while her arms had their sleeve of material binding them together. It wasn’t as if Taylor could have moved anyways after she had been bound up in the fetishistic bondage harness they had outfitted her with. However, as the mechanical arms came away, something happened. It almost felt like the things put on her was self-adjusting, and connecting to something under her skin. Taylor couldn’t put her finger on it, but it felt like at points across her body, the harness she had on and maybe the bindings were connected to her in some way.
Taylor heard a mechanical arm behind her and felt something being connected to the back of her head. With an unceremonious clank and snap, something was attached, and suddenly Taylor could see something. Not through her eyes but in her mind.
>Beginning U.R.M.L. atrophication prevention system test…
Taylor felt a mild shock of electricity in her right arm that caused it to cease up for a moment before relaxing once more. Due to the pain bomb, it wasn’t very painful.
>Test complete: U.R.M.L. atrophication prevention system running optimally.
It was almost like some kind of DOS terminal in her head. Taylor, curious, watched as it continued its commands.
>Beginning U.L.M.L. atrophication prevention system test…
>Test complete: U.L.M.L. atrophication prevention system running optimally.
>Beginning L.R.L.L. atrophication prevention system test…
>Test complete: L.R.L.L. atrophication prevention system running optimally.
>Beginning L.L.L.L atrophication prevention system test…
>Test complete: L.L.L.L. atrophication prevention system running optimally.
>Beginning M.C. atrophication prevention system test…
>Test complete: M.C. atrophication prevention system running optimally.
>Beginning Full atrophication prevention system test…
>Test complete: Full atrophication prevention system running optimally.
Taylor continued to feel herself get zapped all over as whatever atrophication prevention system was testing itself out on her. Taylor counted herself lucky that she had experienced the pain bomb. While it had been the worst pain imaginable, it had saved her both from really suffering too much from painful injuries, and even kept her from developing an unhealthy addiction to painkillers. The zaps were nothing more than mild annoyances.
Though the atrophication prevention system, that could only mean that they intended to keep her here like this for a long time. Oh god, Taylor hoped not. This kind of treatment was inhuman. Mom had gone off about it a few times that Taylor could remember, at how they were treating people like animals or as zoo freaks to gawk at and not people, among other things. Now they were going to do the same to her. Maybe even doing the same to the rest of the Undersiders.
>Beginning injection test…
Taylor felt more things being connected to her. The various points that felt like they were connecting to her from the harness, it felt like smaller versions of the thing that had been done to her head. There were smaller clinks and snaps, across her body. They weren’t painful, they simply seemed like they were attaching something, though that worried Taylor. With so many different connections, what were they planning, and what were they injecting?
Was this a lethal injection? If so, why all the bondage?
Taylor felt, on multiple points in her body, something entering into her bloodstream, and suddenly she just couldn’t feel anymore. Was this the thing that they were using to paralyze her?
>Test complete: Paralytic, and Muscle Relaxing agent applied successfully.
>Beginning Core Internal System Monitor Unit installation…
Well, that answered that. Though what did it mean by “Core Internal System Monitor Unit?” Was she about to be operated on? Taylor felt sick, and for a moment, she wondered whether it had been a good idea to support Alexandria, the PRT, and the Protectorate back during the aftermath of Echidna. She had done it because they were one of the few organizations that were trying to keep order and had a global reach. Now, going through all of this, Taylor wasn’t sure she wanted such organizations to have that much power if they were going to do this to their prisoners.
Taylor felt herself being moved around, her legs being spread, and suddenly mechanical arms with soft ends were touching her pussy, spreading it. Taylor could feel herself both getting wet and becoming more distressed as she felt this. What the hell were they going to do with her? They… they weren’t going to rape her were they!? Taylor tried to move, tried to do anything, but now she couldn’t even blink whereas before she at least had control over her eyelids.
Then Taylor felt something, something huge touching her pussy. Was this their “Core Internal System Monitor Unit” that Taylor had seen in her mind’s eye? What the hell were they planning? Taylor felt the massive, bulbous, thing, being pushed into her. Taylor would have moaned had she been able to, it… it felt good. Taylor could hear the sound of her arousal as the core unit was being pushed slowly into her, pushing in a little bit, before coming out, then pushing back once more. It was something of a cycle. Taylor couldn’t feel any pain, even the strange kind where she knew she was in pain, but it didn’t register right. No, with the massive amount of muscle relaxant, it wasn’t even painful to have the massive thing pushed into her. Instead, it was pleasurable. Taylor would have moaned, she would have cried out in both distress and pleasure as the core unit was pushed further into her.
However, it did not stop at just entering into her fully. Taylor felt it continue going as the mechanical arm fucked her with the bulbous core unit. All Taylor could do was stare ahead as the mechanical arm continued to push the core unit forward, into her while she was left spread legged. Taylor then felt it touch something deep in her. Her cervix, the core unit of theirs was touching her cervix. Where did they… Suddenly the mechanical arm pushed forward again and Taylor’s eyes would have widened if they had been able to. Suddenly it became very clear where they planned to put their “Core Unit” in her. Taylor wished she could struggle, wished she could fight, but with the paralytic and muscle relaxing agent, she couldn’t even clench her pussy around the core unit to delay it pushing into her womb. All Taylor could do was suffer through the waves of pleasure that came from each push into her. Her body was betraying her, sending pleasure signals to her brain as she was utterly and completely violated by the PRT and Protectorate.
Finally, the core unit was pushed in enough that the cervix started to pull the core unit into her womb. Very quickly the muscle relaxant was wearing off of her. She felt the false pain signals that her pussy was sending her, but all she could truly feel properly was the after-effects of the pleasure she had felt as the thing was pushed into her. It and Taylor wished it hadn’t, had felt good, extremely good. Taylor would have shuddered with just the memory of it entering into her had she been able to.
After a moment Taylor realized that she hadn’t had her bound legs let down after the core unit was placed into her womb, and hoped that it was simply a glitch in the system, rather than them continuing to violate her holes.
>C.I.S.M.U. installation complete.
>Beginning Master Rampancy Prevention Device installation…
Taylor did not like the sound of that. Considering especially that her legs were still spread. Taylor could hear more mechanical whirring as more mechanical limbs moved around her, then, like before, she felt something against her pussy. While the muscle relaxant had already been filtered out, the paralytic was still in full effect. It was large, though not as large as the core unit that had been put into her. Already wet with her arousal from before, it would have entered into her easily. Yet it waited, as it started to spew some kind of lubricant at her pussy, and continued to do so while it was being slowly inserted into Taylor. Taylor could feel the bumps and ridges of the thick dildo as well as a strange tingling that made her hot and bothered down there. Taylor at once both felt violated by it as well as felt pleasure from it as well as the bumps and ridges rubbed over highly sensitive tissue sending waves of pleasure through Taylor. Taylor wanted to moan and cry all at once. She wanted to try to break her bonds and push the dildo away, yet a primal part of her wanted to instead use what little leverage she had with the mechanical arms to drive herself further onto the dildo and quell the burning fire that was slowly rising within her. It had been a long time since she had felt like this, felt so lusty, so horny. She wanted to take the dildo being driven into her, break it off the mechanical arm, and after she escaped, fuck herself with it until that flame went away and she could properly focus again.
Her wishes were not met, however, as the paralytic agent did not let up as she was forced to be slowly penetrated by the thick and big cock that was being pushed into her. She wished that the cock would either go faster or be taken out. Something that was faster than having to endure the slow insertion and how hot and bothered it made her.
Finally, however, the dildo was pushed into place. As Taylor saw in her mind’s eye;
>M.R.P.D. installation complete.
>Beginning Rampancy Prevention Device and Waste Elimination Device installation…
Taylor wasn’t given much time to recover as she began to feel something touch her back door. Taylor had never tried doing much with her ass before, just maybe a finger or two when she was first exploring things. Now she felt something bigger than her finger touching her back there. The tip of it spurted out something before it started rubbing the length of the thing against her ass, sliding easily around her cheeks. Taylor also felt something else along with it. It almost felt like a leaf or piece of the material that was binding her. Quickly, however, Taylor started to feel hot back there as the liquid being sprayed seemed to be like the liquid that was sprayed at and in her pussy which made her skin tingle. Taylor found that she enjoyed each pass of the dildo as it made her feel more aroused with each pass. Almost like massaging the lips of her feminine folds.
The dildo for her ass, however, stopped its sliding and once more placed its tip against her asshole, and Taylor felt it poke in a bit. There was little resistance, and quickly Taylor found herself being filled why whatever lubricant it had used on her ass. Her ass started to feel all tingly and once more, Taylor wished she could move just a little bit, either to escape, or to just rub her legs together, maybe squeeze down on the dildo in her pussy, and try to find the bright side of her little trip to hell. At least, if she tried not to think about how she was being violated, toyed with, and humiliated, she could just enjoy the pleasure she had never gotten to enjoy before.
The pleasure even helped. It was harder to focus on anything while her ass was all tingly and her pussy was filled with cock. Physically, Taylor wanted to be able to move and grind on the dildo in her, mentally, Taylor wanted to escape, pull those things out of her and make a break for it. Neither of these was possible as she started to feel the thin dildo enter into her backside. There was a very small amount of that strange feeling she now called pain but didn’t feel like it, and a much larger amount of pleasure that came from the dildo entering into her ass. Were she able to, she would have moaned as it entered her, maybe even panted as her ass was slowly penetrated, and it became even harder to focus on anything except for the intruding member in her ass that was clouding her mind with lust.
Quickly, far too quickly according to the part of Taylor that was extremely lust-addled, the insertion stopped, and then she felt the machines pulling at the material that was attached to the dildo in her ass to cover her ass and pussy, with a convenient slot for the protruding end of the dildo in her vagina. There was something else as Taylor started to feel that same pleasurable, lubricating liquid being sprayed on her pussy, then she felt something being inserted somewhere uncomfortable, a urethral tube, or a catheter. Taylor had to wear one of those during her time in the psychiatric ward after she had triggered and had been overwhelmed by her bugs. It was much less uncomfortable going in now than it had been coming out back then, but then, Taylor hadn’t had the pain bomb to deal with the uncomfortableness. Taylor then felt the material snap into place, and the mechanical arms pulled away. Now she had both of her lower holes plugged. Her ass felt good, and she wanted to clench down on the dildo in her pussy, yet couldn’t.
>R.P.D.W.E.D. Installation complete.
>Beginning Respiratory and Fuel Tube installation…
Taylor felt mechanical arms reach her face and began to open up her mouth as something phallic was brought to her lips. Like with her ass, it sprayed a tingling, arousing liquid that tasted a bit like blue raspberry. Taylor’s tongue was grabbed, and Taylor was surprised by both how sensitive it was, as well as how it aroused her to have it touched. This lube was something more than a simple aphrodisiac.
Taylor felt pleasure as the phallic object at her lips was slowly pushed in, rubbing against her sensitive mouth tissue, sending more waves of pleasure through her, adding to the arousal that was already clouding Taylor’s lust addled mind. As before, Taylor wished that the dildo would enter into her faster as she wanted to take it in. As it reached her throat she realized that she didn’t feel herself gag. Wasn’t everyone supposed to have a gag reflex? Even so, Taylor wanted to moan and writhe as she enjoyed having a cock pushed into her throat. It was both highly arousing as well as extremely pleasurable because of the blue raspberry flavored lube.
God damn it. Taylor thought as she enjoyed these pleasures she was being subjected to. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to feel these ever again. She would never let herself be subjected to this willingly again. She hated that this was being done to her yet at the same time couldn’t help but physically enjoy the sensation. It gave too much control to other people and she had been betrayed too many times to let someone do this to her. Even this was a betrayal. She had known that there had been the possibility of her going to jail or the Birdcage once she committed to villainy, but this was going too far.
Taylor imagined all the other prisoners that might be going through this exact thing right now. At that moment, never had Taylor hated something more than the PRT, if this was what they were doing to their prisoners. Someone has to have known about this, and the PRT had covered this up. Once more, Taylor regretted having supported Alexandria and the Protectorate during the battle against Echidna. They may be the only force of order here, but if this was how they were exerting their power, then to hell with them.
Eventually, the large dildo going into her mouth reached an end, yet she could still somehow breathe. A mask had been put over her face at the end, and her breathing had been obstructed for a few moments before something had pushed its way into something uncomfortable as well, but she couldn’t tell what was going on. Taylor, however, could guess that it was some kind of tube entering into her lungs or something to provide her air. It felt strange and probably would have hurt were it not for the pain bomb having already damaged the part of her brain that processed it.
>R.F.T. installation complete.
>Beginning nutritional supplement test…
Taylor felt a bit of twitching coming from the cock lodged in her mouth before something started to spurt out in quick thick bursts of fluid that Taylor could feel flowing down her throat into her stomach. Taylor had no idea what it tasted like but considering it was being shoved down her throat, it had to either taste nasty, or the PRT were just a bunch of awful sadists. Before now, Taylor would have gone with the former explanation, but right now, after being raped by some machines, she was now inclined towards the latter explanation.
Quickly, however, Taylor noticed a difference. Her body felt hot, she could practically feel herself dripping with arousal. Her mind was fogged as her arousal increased further all around. She, the… the fire in her. The heat of her arousal, it was quickly growing, becoming unbearable. Where once there was a fire, there now was a quickly growing inferno. Continuously, Taylor tried to move to twitch, tried to do anything. She was barely thinking straight. An animal lust was bolstering the lustful fog her mind was trapped within. Disorientated, and filled with primal lust. Taylor wished for nothing more than to fuck herself on the various toys that were penetrating her but not moving. She so very much wanted them to move, to try to take away this indescribable need she felt within her.
Her whole body was hot, she needed the toys to move, to fuck her. She could hardly find the words to describe her need. Without anything to distract Taylor, she was helpless in the face of her wanton need for pleasure enough to make her cum. Taylor tried focusing on other things, things that could try to help her, but all of them simply further aroused her. The straps, they were tight on her, very tight, and Taylor remembered that once upon a time, when she was but a small girl, that she desired to be tied up, how she would play the damsel in distress when she and Emma play together, how she enjoyed being tied up, how she had managed to convince Emma to tie her up in more and more elaborate ways, until the one day they were caught, and Alan and Zoe were furious with Emma.
Her restraints weren’t the answer, then maybe her helplessness. Once she had desired it, but now it was a hindrance. She was trapped, at the whim of her captors. The bastards, the men, and women who found it funny to fuck and torment those that they had captured and were sure to go to the Birdcage. Back during her days as a child, she would play at being helpless and Emma would save her from the dragon or villain or whatever, then they would swap places, or Taylor would be the villain or the hero. They would mock fight, and more often than not, Taylor would win, then Emma would pull a BS power out of nowhere, and the fight would be back on. Back then, she had enjoyed being helpless because the one that she trusted so dearly was the one to do it. That wasn’t the case here. Here the PRT was forcing this upon her.
She hated it. She hated what was being done to her, and despite how good it felt, she would make sure, if she escaped, that the PRT would have another city that they would not be welcomed in. There were some places where the villains were so powerful that they had fully kicked out the PRT, yet had managed to keep society running well enough. There… there was one that was even somewhat recent… Steelport… Taylor thought that was its name.
>Beginning Tertiary Rampancy Preventions Devices installation…
What next? What could they possibly do next? Taylor heard mechanical arms descend from above and she felt something being cupped to her chest. The cups were much larger than her chest, and she wondered if she was mistaken with some other prisoner, that however was before she felt her chest be splashed with something. It started to tingle and Taylor immediately realized that it was the same lube that had turned her throat into an erogenous zone, and cranked up the sensitivity of her other erogenous zones. Taylor already could feel tiny mechanical limbs toying with her nipples, touching them, rubbing them, and tugging at them lightly, yet it still added to Taylor’s pleasure.
What… what had she been thinking? Something… something about the PRT. Already the effects of her lust addled mind were affecting her as her thoughts were slowly losing coherence, the arousal and pleasure distracted her more and more.
>T.R.P.D. installation complete.
>Beginning Rampancy Prevention Devices test…
Suddenly Taylor felt something, before all of the various dildos on her started to thrust, had Taylor been able to she would have gasped at the sudden pleasure. Within moments she was sent straight to nirvana as she came. Her eyes, even if they could, would have seen nothing as any attempt at higher thought became nothing but fantasy as Taylor was fucked by the various devices that had penetrated her. Her throat felt amazing, being fucked by the thing that she was forced to suck to survive. It wasn’t as sensitive as her pussy or her ass, both of them already being erogenous zones, but she still felt pleasure from her throat being violated and being thrust into.
Her ass felt amazing. The long and thin dildo that was in her ass much like the one in her throat, fucked her relentlessly. It stoked the bonfire of arousal within her as with each simulated thrust it sent a shock of pleasure through her. Just that on its own would have been mind-numbing, having reduced her to bending over and clutching to anything just to stay standing. Taylor wanted to moan and cry and for the various phallic “Prampancy Prevention Devices” to go faster with their fucking. Each thrust was a peek at heaven as her vision was white with shock and overwhelming pleasure.
Finally, the dildo in her pussy. The pleasure Taylor felt there was near indescribable as it started to pump inside of her and fuck her tight and slavering wet snatch. As with her ass, every thrust was a look into heaven, only it lasted longer. Each thrust left her tingling and was nearly enough to cause her to orgasm from but a single thrust alone. It was agony, it was absolute torture of the best kind. She never wanted it to stop. The thrusting of the dildo in her sensitivity enhanced pussy shattered nearly every single thought with a quick series of thrusts. It was this last dildo thrusting into her that made the fog that was clouding her mind, truly impenetrable. If Taylor had a task in front of her or even a series of tasks, maybe, she could have focused on that, but asking any more of her, asking her to think of complex plans of escape, for example, were beyond her at that moment. So complete was the inferno of lust that had overtaken her and the pleasure that fogged her mind that she was likely beyond such capacities of reason and planning at that moment. After all, such rampant thought was to be curbed lest disaster strike.
>Rampancy Prevention Devices test complete…
>Activating C.I.S.M.U. please stand by…
Suddenly the thrusting stopped, and Taylor was left wanting it to return, to continue to fuck her, to quell the raging bonfire that the fucking had only increased in size. A part of Taylor, one of the most animal parts of her, driven by lust and other such primal emotions wanted the fucking to continue, to pleasure her, to fuck her, to Breed her. Another part of her, a part of her that attempted to justify her animal lust and desire for her pleasure to return, wanted the fucking to continue, for the fucking to continue to cloud her mind so that she could forget her new reality, her new existence. It wanted the continuous barrage of pleasure to wipe away any recollection of her fate for reality was cruel, and at least when floating on a cloud of heavenly pleasure, it was easy to forget the dark and horrible reality of her fate. A final part of her, however, was glad that the fucking had let up. It clouded her mind and made it harder for her to plan on escape. She understood that she needed to deal with her lust in some way but escape was more important, especially if she wished to escape her dark future and inform the world of the PRT and Protectorate’s cruelty.
If she survived that long. Considering that the PRT and Protectorate were Cauldron’s brainchild, then it would be reasonable to assume that they would not allow such an organization to fall so easily. Not without also taking down Cauldron. She would have to gain access to someone that could mask her from whatever precognitive-
>Rampancy detected. Activating Rampancy Prevention Devices. Unit 13 showing signs of early >activation.
Suddenly the dildos in Taylor started to vibrate, then, they once more began to move and fuck her. There was barely any warning as the phallic devices penetrated her, stalling her thoughts as her concentration was interrupted. Taylor couldn’t moan but she wanted to as she felt the devices start fucking her. Once more she felt amazing as her ass, her pussy, and her throat were fucked. Taylor’s eyes rolled back as she once more was forced to ride the pleasure of the devices that were preventing her “rampant” thoughts
She could feel herself getting close again as the devices fucked her, made her feel good, and intensified the lustful fog in her mind. All Taylor could focus on other than her pleasure was the lines of computer-like text in her mind that she couldn’t shut out, but that was hardly a sufficient distraction. The dildos were working their magic on her, and she… she could… feel herself getting...
Were Taylor not paralyzed she could have shuddered and thrown her head back, crying out in pleasure as, for a second time in less than ten minutes, Taylor was forced to orgasm. It felt amazing, and a large part of Taylor was happy that they didn’t stop, unlike last time. She wanted to be in Nirvana, she wanted to feel bliss. If she couldn’t escape at least it distracted her from her situation
>Installing Central. Operating. Intelligence. into case…
Taylor suddenly felt herself being moved as whatever mechanical arms that were holding her heavily-bound body started to lift her. Even so, Taylor couldn’t see as the dildos in her continued to fuck her. She wouldn’t be able to see much as the fucking from her dildos prolonged her orgasm, turning it from a quick clenching of her lower holes to long moments of attempting to milk the two dildos for cum that she was not going to receive. All the while, Taylor’s restraints were an interesting feeling that was surrounding her. Taylor both hated them and kind of like them as they were a part of what was keeping her here, while they were erotic to wear. Taylor might have even considered wearing things like this underneath her clothes if Emma hadn’t turned on her.
Quickly, however, Taylor felt herself being lowered. Taylor barely registered that she could see something now. It was some kind of tube that Taylor could see herself being lowered into. There was a dim light in the tube but it was enough. The thing was made from black reflective glass, and Taylor could see herself.
She was bound up tight in an elaborate bondage harness while her limbs were restrained in arm and leg binders. All along the bondage harness were cables and hoses that were attached to various areas on her body and they all ascended upwards to where it was connected to something. From her crotch protruded two lewdly buzzing and shifting ends that Taylor knew were to the dildos that were still fucking her. The rear one had a hose connected to it that rose to somewhere above her. Her mask looked like a gas mask with a hose attached to it that, like the previous one, also ascended above where Taylor could see. There was also another cable that Taylor could see that was attached somewhere behind her head. What it was, Taylor had no idea.
Taylor heard a sound from above and saw that liquid was filling the tube that she was now fully lowered into. Taylor might have pondered further yet her concentration was being continually assaulted by how she was being fucked in all her holes. Taylor came once again as her eyes rolled back in her skull. She wished she could move, she wished she could moan. She would cry for help as she moaned in torturous bliss as her concentration was continually broken. The outfit that they had her wearing wasn’t helping matters at all as even she found the outfit deeply arousing, if only she had the tits to match, and maybe a bondage hood for her face. She wanted to fuck, she wanted to continue to be fucked by the dildos in her and she wanted to escape from here.
Quickly the liquid passed her head and the mask proved airtight as she could still breathe. Taylor felt something off about the liquid. It was almost like a slurry, or it had the consistency of milk.
>halt O.I. optical sensors
>Disabling O.I. optical sensors...
Then, Taylor couldn’t see. She hadn’t closed her eyes, she just couldn’t see.
>halt O.I. auditory sensors
>Disabling O.I. auditory sensors...
Her hearing went dead as well as she couldn’t even hear the liquid being poured in. All she could do is feel what is going on.
That message was deleted quickly however and soon enough Taylor saw something else.
>Powering off O.I….
Taylor felt something being injected into her veins, and then… nothing…