Posted by Kimnikki on June 16, 2000 at 17:57:14:
Stephanie braces herself against the first shock, clenching her teeth to keep from crying out. I can't stop or change the timing of the shocks, but their ASP does tell me when they will happen. I carefully bend down, and at the exact moment the first shock hits, I give Stephanie a gentle kiss on the lips.
The first shock is relatively mild … just enough to hurt and give the crowd it's first taste. It hits Stephanie at the same instant as two other things; one is my kiss, the other (triggered by my touch) is a wave of pleasure that washes over her body, exactly matching the intensity of the shock, concentrated on where my lips touch hers. I feel a small jolt, not even half as intense as hers, and a similar wave of pleasure, my own ASP inextricable linked to hers.
She arches ever so slightly, her muscles clamping slightly from the shock. As the first shock fades she falls back, her eyes darting wildly around the room, trying to see who kissed her.
It worked! I can't stop the shocks, but I could alter the ASP program. Now instead of horrifying and sickening sensations, each shock will be accompanied by whatever I want her to feel. And since her mind is plugged into the ASP, when I touch her "here", she will feel it in the real world, and I will feel her body as if I was there as well.
I also reprogrammed the shock protection system … it no longer functions to protect her heart and brain … now as each shock hits, the counter pulse will set off the pleasure centers of her brain.
I can't stop or block the pain … I can't save her life … but maybe this will be enough.
The audience gives an excited chorus of whispers and sighs, watching her body arch slightly … as of yet nothing looks any different than they were told. But Stephanie is looking all around, her face a welter of confusion & fear. Of all the things she was told would happen … what she just felt was not one of them.
Even before the next shock hits, I carefully lie down along the side of The Chair, my lips just beside her left ear. I give her throat a kiss as I let my hand begin to caress her tummy, moving in gentle circles.
"Don't fight it … they might find me if you fight me. I can't stop this … but I can stop what they want it to be. Give in to it … don't fight … I'm here with you Stephanie … you're not alone." I make my voice as quiet as possible. I don't dare let her see an image of me; it's hard enough to project the tactile senses to her, let alone adding auditory. If I use too many channels, the good doctor just might spot what I'm up to.
The next jolt hits, stronger and a bit longer than the first, which only lasted a second or two. Caught off guard, Stephanie gives a small squeak, her hands and feet twitching. A lance of pain sears from within her pussy and her butt … but at the same time I give a longer, deeper kiss while I trace a small circle around her left nipple. And again the pain of the shock is matched by a wave of pleasure.
I gasp against her lips as the twin waves hit me as well, pain and pleasure in perfect sync. Memories of what they did to me here circle through my mind … but I shove them aside … I will not let that interfere with my plan. Even as the shock fades I continue to kiss her, my hands now roaming around her breasts, my nails running gently across the hardening buds of both nipples.
I pull back, and look down at her face. She looks so confused … there is a desperate hope that I'm really here somehow. And a desperate fear that it's a trick, some sick cruel joke of McGuire's to make her drop her will to fight.
I glance over at McGuire … and he looks a little confused himself. Stephanie is not reacting like a typical subject of the chair, is she doctor? But all his boards show him what I want him to see, and so far he's just confused, not suspicious.
I ease myself down onto her body a bit more, letting her feel my weight and my shape press against her side a bit more. I kiss her once again … and this time she responds … only the slightest pressing back against my lips … not a real kiss … at least not yet.
Then the 3rd shock hits and we both jerk a bit, though this time she clenches her teeth against her cry of pain. This one is the point where it begins to really hurt … a nasty sharp pain that runs like fire from our pussy's and butt's out and through every inch of us both. Stephanie's eyes narrow, and her hands and feet twitch violently, but she clenches her teeth against the pain, even as I do. Then the wave of pleasure hits us both … so intense in counter to the pain that she can't help but moan and return the deep kiss I give her this time.
The crowd watches her hands and feet writhe in pain, and take her narrowed eyes and pursed lips as a sign of her agony and fear. The amplification of the mikes makes it easy to hear moans, sighs, groans and excited whispers coming from them.
We linger in the kiss, my hands reaching to grasp hers, which she turns to lace with my fingers. I feel her shudder in pain. A pain I share; though no where near as intensely. Her eyes fly open as I slip one hand from her hers and my fingers trail lightly over her mound, just above where they have shaved her.
I look into her face, and see the beginning of understanding. She is still terrified, and the pain from this shock is not fading as fast, yet she can see the way out I might be offering to her.
"Who are you," she mouths, tying to move her lips as little as possible.
I slide my hand up from her mound, teasing her a little, my fingers moving up between her cleavage. I take a calculated risk, and turning off all the other ASP channels for a bit, I give her a momentary, ghostly glimpse of my face and body. I fade the image back, and turn back on the tactile and auditory channels. "My name is Javelin … you're the first in 11 years to see my real image."
Then the 4th shock hits … while we are both distracted. The pain is surprising … this shock has skipped higher up than the others have. A slight buzzing and humming sound can now be clearly heard above the mummers of the crowd and Stephanie's unwilling scream. I give a small cry myself … and I only feel part of what she does.
I reach down, and kiss her hard, my fingers lightly pinching her nipples. The pleasure courses through us both … pain and pleasure … pleasure and pain … making her moan into my lips and arch up against my body. Yet she is still fighting me a little, trying to resist all the inputs partially blocks both the pain and my inputs
The audience gives a few cries at her first real scream … a scream that fades to an agonized moan … at least that's what they think.
This shock also is longer than the others … each one as been longer … but this one really lasts. A taste of things to come. Without my interference, she'd be howling in agony by now.
Gasping in the mix of pain and pleasure, our bodies arching against each other, limbs twitching from the current, I look over at McGuire … who now really looks puzzled. All his instruments are telling him things are going to plan, yet he can see that something is wrong. He can't see me, but he can see Stephanie's lips purse, her body arch. He can see the pain clearly … but there is something going on he knows he's never seen before.
The shock ends, and we both lie panting against each other. In my ear I here a soft beeping … my ASP warning me that I'm approaching the physical damage threshold. I turn it off, and let the full length of my body lay against Stephanie.
I slide my lips down her throat, kissing and licking at the tender flesh, feeling the slight tingle in my lips from the static charge her cells are holding. I slide my lips down, kissing and nibbling on the flesh between her breasts, my hands still playing with her nipples.
The way she is strapped into The Chair, Stephanie can look down over her own body, and I look up to see her eyes following the progress of my lips. I can't help but wonder if it's even more stimulating that she can't see me … just feel my body against her own, hear my sighs and whispers.
"Give in honey … let go … don't' fight it … cry … scream … let it take you. I can't save you … put I can spare you what they want from you." I move my lips to her left nipple, sliding my hand down her belly again as my other hand keeps playing with her nipple.
I honestly don't know if I could "let go" in the same situation … I know the fear she is feeling. But if she relaxes … stops fighting the inputs … I can make my end of this so much more intense. There is a slight warning this time as the relay gives a slight rumble as it moves to the next capacitor.
I know it's strange, I know it's perhaps even a bit sick, but I feel myself grow excited as I feel Stephanie take a long breath, and then completely relax beneath me. I should be horrified, yet something deep inside me responds with surprising power to this erotic and horrific situation. I look up to see a look of desperate hope on her face.
I slide one finger down, and gently caress her labia, running the tip of one nail carefully across the hood of her clit, as my lips continue to kiss and suck on her left nipple.
Then the next shock hits.
This one is again surprisingly powerful … each pulse seems to be climbing at an exponential rate. Stephanie screams and arches up hard, her arms and legs twitching, a loud clang coming from her restraints. This time a loud buzz and deep low hum can clearly be heard, even over her cries.
Both of us feel the current slam out from between our legs … ravaging though us both, making our bodies shake and convulse, our skin feeling hot. Both our pussies clench hard, hers gripping like a vice to the dildo/electrode inside her.
But even as she screams in pain I run my nail over the tip of her clit, my teeth gently nibbling on her nipple. As suddenly and as violently as the pain and the shock, a wave of pleasure slides out from both our nipples and clits, spiraling up and outwards in a wave as intense in joy as the shock is in agony.
I press my twitching and arching body against her own, her flesh now beginning to slick with sweat. Our flesh trembles and shakes from the current, our bodies writhe from the pleasure, ripping though us both in a hot competing wave.
I can't hold myself back anymore, and I too cry out as the pain and pleasure fight a war in my body … how much more intense must it be for her?
We both give long groans as the current ends and out bodies relax. I feel my heart hammering as I start to lick and kiss over both her breasts, my fingers not stroking along the insides of both her thighs. Our skins feel like we've been in the sun for hours, and our muscles still twitch and writhe in the aftermath of the current.
But I force my hands to move, my fingers caressing the swelling labia on either side of the electrode buried inside her. I keep caressing her, but move my lips back to hers, kissing her hotly. To my amazement, she returns it kiss for kiss, passion for passion.
As much as my own reaction surprises me … hers is that much more amazing … we are both actually starting to enjoy this.
Then I carefully slide one finger from each hand between each of her labia majora and the dildo, sliding them deep inside her as my lips slide down her throat again.
"Ohhhh God," Stephanie groans loudly … and even the dullest audience members stop as they realize that there is far more than pain and fear in the sound. McGuire eyes nearly pop, and he begins to furiously check over the system from his console.
My ASP mimics not only what her body is feeling and how it physically feels, but it also makes my image show what my body is going through. A sheen of sweat is beginning to coat us both, and both of us now have rock hard nipples, our labia swollen and wet. Pain still washes though us both, mixing so very hotly with the pleasures of out touching.
Almost amusingly, my hair is not plastered down with sweat … but is flying in static waves around my head. Stephanie can feel it's strands tickling her as my lips slide further down her body.
And then the next charge hits.
Stephanie gives a true shriek of pain this time … for this shock is very strong and sends a wave of electric fire ripping though us both. I give my own scream, arching hard against her, the fingers I've got inside her being thrust hard against her as the current tears through us both. This one is awful … it's in pulses … several hot sharp jolts followed by the most prolonged shock yet.
The buzz and hum are accompanied this time by a sizzling sound … I can feel the stinging heat against my fingers even through the pain of the current. Stephanie's entire body shakes and twitches, her body humping hard as it is assaulted by the electricity.
But even as she shakes and screams against me, I force my thumbs against her clit, and start rubbing along either side, squeezing it slightly between them. The twitching of my fingers and thumbs cause them to jitter and vibrate in a hard deep rhythm against her.
Our screams both rise to a high pitch as my touch sets of a wave of bliss so intense that we both very nearly cum right there. We would if the pain were not also so very intense. It's like a living fire racing though us … raging out from between our legs and out to the tips of our fingers and the tips of our toes. Every muscle arches and pulls, every nerve cries out in protest.
Yet the pleasure lances out too … from my hands through her and then through me … with each convulse of my hands from the current, a hot wet wave of pleasure rips out to match it. We both howl our pain and our pleasure.
Then the current fades … though this time the pain and the pleasure are very slow in draining away … signs that we are both taking some real damage now. My skin is so very hot … yet hers feels like it's burning my own. I can smell burning flesh, and know that she is beginning to actual burn deep inside.
Stephanie's head is held immobile my the locked down ASP helmet … but her eyes roll and her mouth goes slack, a deep moan coming from inside her. I collapse atop her, both of us panting air that feels like ice in and out of our lungs.
I look up into her face just as her eyes focus again. I slide my now burned fingers out from inside her, and taking what I can of her face in my hands, I kiss and lick her lips. She weakly returns the kiss, her body still shaking and twitching in the extremes she is feeling. I wonder at what she must be going through … what I'm going through is almost more than I can stand.
"Thank you," she gasps, her voice a dry whisper, her breath hot against my lip. "Oh God thank you … I was so scared … oh God … it hurts so much … but its so good … oh God … " , she keeps whispering as I kiss her closed eyes and all around her face.
Though the fog of desire and pain I can hear voices, and I reluctantly pull my attention away from her for a moment. The audience can now see that they've been denied the show they were promised, and they are not one bit happy about it. Personally I'd be soaking wet even if I were only watching this …
But the loudest voice is that of McGuire, shouting to the techs to disconnect the system, even as the techs yell back that it's a locked in system … there is nothing they can do. I can see his control panel lit up like a Christmas tree … I was so lost in that last wave that I didn't' cover his readouts … he knows I'm here now. And from the expression on his face … he remembers the image he can now see on his screen.
I don't care … there is no way I'm going to leave her now … oh God not now … I want this as much as she does now. Besides … their own security will keep them out of the ASP long enough … I hope.
But all this washes away as the next shock goes off.
We both howl in agony as pure electric fire lances though us both. I can hear the electric hum and the beehive buzz as the voltage seers through our bodies. I can hear a popping and sizzling sound from down between Stephanie's legs and a hot searing pain laces through my own pussy where it's pressed to her mound.
I force my hands to twine with hers and our nails bite hard into each other as I force my lips to hers and we share a trembling, shaking kiss. The current slams back and forth, our bodies humping and slamming against each other. I can't hold the pose though, for I throw back my head and shriek as the angel of pleasure from our touch rips out to dance with the electric demon inside our bodies.
We both go into a prolonged trembling … our bodies completely still otherwise, our fingers interlace as our bodies burn and sing in the power that grips us. I look down at Stephanie's face; her eyes bulge wide, her mouth gapes … one eye is a pin-point, the other totally dilated and I see a thin wisp of white smoke emerge from between her lips.
Then our mutual scream ends as the current suddenly cuts off. I fall against her, my body shaking and twitching against her own. I can barely managed to move, but I force my lips to hers … her lips burn my own they are so hot, and her skin feels like it could fry an egg. I can still feel her heart, beating like a hummingbird against my own.
To my amazement, one eye focuses on my face, and a barely discernable kiss is returned to me.
I feel her shaking and twitching fingers curl slightly against my own. I kiss her face all over, my hands roaming and playing with her body. I can feel her strength both ebbing and growing … she is nearly gone … yet her desire is still hot … the pleasure and pain just about she must have left.
My own heart is racing fit to burst … I don't honestly know if I can take another jolt … and I have no idea what will happen if I do.
But I don't care … I've got to know … and I won't leave her until it's over … I just can't.
I move so that my pussy, hot as an oven, dripping wet, is directly over hers. I carefully slide myself down, so that the exposed end of the electrode slides between my swollen lips. I wiggle and move, gasping in agony at the pain of the searing hot spike inside me, panting with pleasure as our labia touch and our clits meet.
I bend to my limit, arching my back so that we can be thus connected and yet I can still kiss her. She seems to have gathered a little strength, for her returned kiss has more passion, and her sizzling hot tongue duels with my own. Our hands twined again … our bodies locked together … I start slowly humping my lips and clit against hers. Even without the shock, the pain is awful, the pleasure astounding. Barely able to move, Stephanie's hips grind ever so slightly back.
Then I hear a enraged screaming … and see Dr. McGuire running towards the stage, tossing off techs as he goes.
"You … you cunt! You fucking whore! She would have been the best yet! I don't know how the fuck you survived … but you're not going to ruin this!" He is literally foaming at the mouth.
We ignore him, and keep slowly grinding together, waiting the next mix of heaven and hell.
He runs to The Chair, and starts furiously trying to pull her loose. Since he is not connected, I can't actually feel him or touch … but she can.
He releases her hand, and suddenly she snaps it shut around his wrist … hanging on with a death grip as the relay gives it's click and the next shock goes through us.
Neither Stephanie nor I scream … the current is so massive that we totally lock, just a violent trembling of all our muscles and nerves as our bodies arch against each other, grinding our clits and pussy's together hard and violently.
There are no words for the pain, and no way to describe the joy that rips through us both, tearing through muscle and bone, sending a wave of fire ripping through our nerves. Stephanie's eyes go wide and smoke curls out from her wide-open mouth and from under the ASP helmet as her hair catches fire.
Yet a spray of hot fluids spill from between her legs, and her pussy clamps so hard on the electrode that I can actually feel it crush slightly.
The orgasm is beyond incredible … a tidal wave of pain and pleasure, perfectly balanced, slams out from our pussies and goes snarling through us like some primitive monster from humanities lost past. I finally let loose with a scream that actually overloads my ASP, causing a cascading echo of sound to lance through my and Stephanie's ears.
Nothing I've ever experienced even comes close … and it is a pale echo of what Stephanie is experiencing.
And that is finally too much … her body screaming in joy and agony, her mind on fire with pain and pleasure, Stephanie's heart simply explodes. Her body gives several hard, jerky humps, her eyes roll back into her head as smoke spills from between her lips.
But her hand never comes loose.
At the edge of my awareness I can hear a bubbling scream of total agony … pain with no pleasure. A strangled, squealing sound, like a pig being burned alive. I'm barely aware of anything else, but at the edge of my vision I can see Dr. McGuire, looking like a puppet whose strings are being shaken by a dog. Arms and legs twitch and writhe, his eyes stare wide and his mouth gaps, smoke as well as a scream emerging from it.
Then the current ends … and with it Stephanie's life. Her body gives one last massive convulsive heave and her fingers finally come loose. Dr. McGuire bounces and twitches across the floor, flopping around like a stranded fish. Utter chaos insues as techs try to reach their boss, guards look around for someone to shoot and the audience runs from the room in screaming panic.
The end of the shock is a shock in itself. I'm released from the grip of the agony and the joy as my orgasm at last begins to fade. I am barely coherent … but I reach up to Stephanie's now relaxed face, kissing her burning hot lips one last time. The expression on her face will haunt me for years … just how good was it Stephanie?
There is no time to be delicate … I can see that Quantatechs' own stealthjack is gone … probably off to get into the system and take me out.
I don't even bother going back through the Dataway … other then memories I've got nothing to take with me anyway. I simply trigger my reset program … and the last thing I see is Stephanie's ravaged body lying on the couch, with the dead doctor lying beside her.
I slowly become aware of the state I'm in when I finally regain my senses. I can smell smoke and burnt hair … my hair and public hair are scorched. My ASP is beeping like mad, and it takes all my strength to move my hand to turn it off. The helmet retracts, and through blurry, watery eyes I look down at myself.
My skin is beet red, as if I'd been in the sun for a couple hours, and I'll probably have to shave my head as well as my mound if the crispy wisps of my pubs are any indication. My muscles feel like water, I can barely move. My legs are completely soaked in my own fluids, and my pussy feels like I've been making it with a football team. Every square inch of me aches. Yet I can still feel the warmth of that orgasm.
I do a quick check … and find that I can move everything, though it's like lifting cement. Well at least I can move … I'm not paralyzed, and nothing seems to be shaking. Those are what I fear the most. There is no way I could have taken this much feedback and not paid a price, but I'll find out soon enough what this little adventure has cost me.
But no matter what it is … It was worth it.
FINI