More Sleepy Adventures - Part 24
Sara
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Once they reached her workshop, the first thing which The Gadgeteer saw
was the programmer. She felt a shock of horror mixed with something far
more pleasant at that thought that this might be her punishment. Then
she remembered, at least for the moment, she was going to avoid
Jill's fate. She felt something almost akin to regret as she was
carried past the machine, and finally dropped on a large plastic chair.
The villain stood over her, smiling evilly and obviously admiring her
naked body. With her wrists still pinioned behind her back, the
villainess could do little to preserve her modesty. Despite herself,
she felt a blush rising to her cheeks. The Anaesthetist nodded,
apparently with approval. Then he pressed several buttons on his remote
in rapid succession.
A soft humming noise announced the arrival of a storage cylinder. The
Gadgeteer steeled herself, remembering her previous captivity. Again,
she didn't notice the way her body responded to the thought. Even the
growing dampness between her legs seemed an entirely natural thing to
her, under the circumstances.
It was not until the cylinder opened that she realised that it was
already occupied. The Adherer was exactly as she had been left, her
cuffs securing her in place, while her collar kept her nice and
comfortable. The next thing she knew, she was being lifted into the
cylinder. Abruptly time seemed to jump, one moment she was being
lowered onto the other woman's naked body, the next her head was
nestled between her thighs, her wrists being locked into place.
The Anaesthetist smiled, obviously her programming had included the
suggestion that "good girl" would make her orgasm whenever she
heard it. This seemed to leave the young woman nice and dazed for a few
minutes afterwards which made it much easier for him to move her into
position. "Good girl Emily", he said again, delighting in the
instant response and look of sleep confusion which followed it.
Another jump and the villainess found herself tightly secured. She was
face down on top of her former "colleague". While Jill's head was
at the top of the cylinder, hers was towards the bottom. Straps held
their bodies together, and from what she could tell, offered very
little movement. Her wrists and ankles were secured separately, she had
never felt more helpless or indeed more aroused.
"Now Gadgets, I'm going to monitoring you two and once you have
both had ... let's say 10 orgasms ... I'll come down and let you
out", announced the villain.
The Gadgeteer couldn't turn her head enough to look at him, and that
was probably just as well, because her glare would not have been
something he would have ignored. Instead she murmured that she
understood and that he should just get on with it.
"Good girl!"
The Anaesthetist chuckled, the carefully entered a series of commands
into his remote. In quick succession this closed the cylinder and sent
it back into storage, instructed both girl's collars to instil the
same amount of sedative and aphrodisiac while spraying a thin sheen of
warm oil inside just to complete the picture.
Now that he had meted out his punishment, there was time for him to
review what programming The Gadgeteer had intended for Ampere. The
irony was quite delicious, almost literally hoist on her own petard.
...
Ampere had lost count of the number of orgasms she had experienced.
They were coming is short runs now, each climax weakening her and
driving her back down into darkness. But the torture was fiendish,
every time she was at the verge of being spent, the vibrations would
easy slightly and allow her just enough time to catch her breath. It
wouldn't let her return to the comforting warmth of unconscious, the
villain wanted her to realise what was happening to her throughout this
long punishment.
It was during one of these all-to-brief interludes that Ampere first
noticed something which engaged her curiosity. While she was been
trying to probe a weakness in the patch's shielding, she became aware
of a field of exceptionally weak electrical fields which seemed to
surround her inside the resin. She didn't have time to do more that
register this, before the patch began to increase its vibrations once
again, but it was enough for the captive heroine to start to formulate
a plan.
...
The Anaesthetist admired the long lines of code which he had extracted
from Ampere's goggles. The addition of a small amount of The
Confectioner's chemical was the master stroke, without that
augmentation, the flashing subliminals would have had no effect. The
Gadgeteer had obviously spent some time working on the instructions. It
was similar to their script for the prototype programmer, but the
intention was to make the reader more susceptible, not to enslave them.
The villain smiled, his minion had skated very close to the edge, but
had not really disobeyed his instructions.
It was not until he had almost finished reading that he discovered why
being called a "good girl" had such an effect on The Gadgeteer. A
block of code which almost seemed to have been added as an after
thought, explained what pleasurable feelings this phrase would have. It
tapped into feelings of helplessness, weakness, sedation, in fact, all
the things which he most admired in his captives.
Having finished reading, he made a few, minor, adjustments and
downloaded the completed code into his remote. Working swiftly, he told
the main computer to convert this text into speech and begin to
broadcast it inside The Gadgeteer's cylinder. At the same time he
activated both girls' collars, letting The Confectioner's chemical
flow un-noticed into their blood stream.
The Anaesthetist pondered his next move, everything was going perfectly
for the moment and the only woman in his lair who was not currently
bound and unconscious was the lovely Dr Castle. Perhaps he should do
something about that while he had some free time...