Removing the gag was easy enough now that she could step away from the horse. The flat tabs still held together, but could easily be pulled apart now that field radiated by the horse didn't hold them closed. She carefully worked her jaw, but the lingering numbness of the gag left her tongue tingling and useless.
In the dimly lit room, Sue squinted to find her glasses on the lab bench among the various astigmatic blurs. In her fumbling around, she toppled over a laptop computer that was sitting near the edge bench, but managed to grab it before it smashed on the floor--at the cost of a several painful tugs to her tortured nips from the swinging weights. The steady pull on the tightly-tied twine was miserable, but she wasn't about to try lifting the weights again. Some lessons only need to be learned once.
Her fingers carefully continued testing for her glasses. Once she had them back, she immediately felt like a new person. Feeling a degree in control again, Sue allowed herself time for one deep breath before returning to action. Her mental clock was thinking she might have 4 or 5 minutes left, at most, before the squid would activate. Now she could see the slipknots well enough to work one of them loose. The blood returning to her tortured bud was even more horrible than she had anticipated. All she could do was grab the edge of the workbench, grit her teeth and wait it out while the clock ticked off another minute or so. The bad thing was she still had to do the other nipple.
As soon as the aching stopped, Sue started to get dressed again by wiggling her bra into position, but she quickly realized her stoutly erect nipples would have none of being compressed into the push-up cups. In addition to being really tender from the tortuous stretching and constriction, the nettle cream was still affecting them. Abandoning her bra, she pulled on her silky nylon undershirt. The thin, soft fabric against her sensitive buds sent shivers through her. They still stood out proudly from under her sweater, but there was little else she could do. Her "high beams" were stuck on, as the saying goes. Sue couldn't afford the time to worry about it.
The squid could activate any second with it's next carefully calculated and devious program, so she rushed to find the remote. She didn't think it could have fallen far and found it behind the horse soon enough, but the display made no sense at first. It didn't have the typical countdown she expected. She scrolled back through the entries. About 45 minutes ago, there was a message which said "Upgrade completed, restarting." There was no mention of lockdown mode ending, but there was no countdown either. She scrolled back further, looking for anything of note. Most of the other messages seemed routine enough until she saw "Subject profile complete." What the hell did that mean? She didn't like the sound of it.
The icons were all still on the display, but it looked like she would be able to enter the passcode and remove the squid using the special tongs. It was on the original programmed settings she selected before the whole lockdown mode difficulty and would still run programs on a regular interval. The last one was "Harley Heaven." Maybe it would have been if it had really been a motorcycle vibrating underneath instead of the vibrating saddle.
She could see an icon showing signal strength. That was new. The remote had connected to the museum's free wi-fi by the looks of it. It must have automatically downloaded software updates. That would explain the differences in the manual. It probably had already been upgraded before. She didn't care. She would be free of the damned thing soon. Between the fall, the horse and the belly dancing, she was way too sore or she would have been dancing a happy dance: no more 10 minute rests or lockdown!
Feeling like she now had all the time in the world before the squid initiated another session, Sue carefully packed up the saddle and put it back in the drawer Martin and Charlie took it from. She looked around to make sure nothing gave away what happened. She wasn't sure what to do with her bra. Her purse was already stuffed. She found a big envelope in the lab supplies to put it in and just carried it. She was about ready to leave when she heard the door lock turn. Charlie burst into the room looking a little out of breath.
"We expected you would be done by now so I came to see if everything was alright," he said while puffing a little. He looked around in the room. "It looks like everything is OK." He closed the laptop and started wrapping up the power cord. "Martin will want this put away."
Sue immediately realized that they had been watching her with the webcam on the laptop, presumably to make sure she was alright. Charlie must have seen the fall and rushed halfway across the museum to check on her. She was happy that they looked after her safety, but she pretended not to notice. If they were up to something, it would better if they thought she had been fooled. They thought they were so clever. They must not understand how much more tech savvy her generation was than they were.
"Bill is walking over to get Chinese for lunch at the place down the block. The snow is pretty bad. We're all going to be here late or maybe overnight by the looks of it. They've declared a state of emergency. Why don't you come down and join us? We ordered chicken with garlic sauce for you. Maya said you like that. How'd it go? I hope we weren't too rough on you."
Sue was impressed Maya remembered her favorite Chinese selection. "Aannkss," she said realizing that she still couldn't talk all that well yet. Her tongue and throat were still a bit numb from the Nuymean gag.
Charlie went over to the sink and filled one of the little paper cups with water and handed it to her. "This'll help."
After she drank the water, most of the herbal taste was gone. Quietly testing her voice, she found most of it was back, but her throat still felt a little weird. "What I was trying to say was 'thanks.' I'm pretty hungry now that you mention it. It was a little rough. Nothing I couldn't handle, but I can't say I'd want to do it again though." Gingerly, she started to walk with Charlie back to the lobby, taking her time and placing each foot carefully. "I need to know a little more about a few things," she blurted out abruptly, like it was someone else that started talking.
"Understandable," was all that Charlie said.
"What do you and Martin know about the glyph on my chest?" She didn't know any better way to say it than straight out.
Charlie was rather matter of fact like he was expecting her the question. "The glyph shows that you passed the first of the three great Nuymean rites, but you already know that."
"Yes, but I wanted to know more about it. I've found very little information." Sue continued, "I'm not even sure how I passed the first rite for sure let alone how to begin the second rite. The only clue I've found is about a book by Dr. Barnes. It's supposed to be in the annex."
"I wish I could help you more. I don't know if there is more to the glyph than that, but I do know Dr. Barnes had one just like it." By the way Charlie reacted, Sue didn't think he knew about the book, but he continued. "There is a large Nuymean display in the annex. It was rebuilt stone-by-stone there since the building had a strong enough floor and enough space. The whole exhibit in the annex is outdated from the women's lib era of the '60s into '70s. It was a political showpiece meant to show ways in which women were exploited and treated deplorably through history."
Charlie paused a moment to check down a side passage before continuing. This section of the museum was new to her and the hallways were a bit confusing. Charlie was using routes behind the displays and marked, "Museum Personnel Only."
He continued, "The science was questionable even then and times have changed, but it sold tickets and got people thinking, which was the intention. 'There's no such thing as bad publicity.'"
He looked her way as if checking to see if she was paying attention. "The whole annex building has safety code issues and accessibility problems, so it's just been sitting there mothballed. A lot of people think it was torn down. Instead, it's been deliberately surrounded by other buildings which don't have windows in that direction. It's such a tragedy to hide the beautiful stonework, but with the asbestos, lead paint, universal access problems and shear bulk of masonry, the trustees decided to build around it rather than incur the tremendous costs involved in tearing it down or renovating it. The Director can give you official access, but we can work something out in the meantime."
Charlie paused for a minute, looking down another passage, while his security guard habits took the forefront. "Maggie Barnes passed the first and second rites, but we never knew how she did it or how she faced the trials. She left on sabbatical for over a year and came back changed. I know she visited other museums with Nuymean artifacts and traveled in South America. She somehow attempted the third and final trial but failed. You need to be prepared much more than she was if you want to pass it. She trained extensively, and it wasn't enough. I can't tell you much more than that. She never told us the details. Martin and I are willing to help, but ultimately you need to condition yourself sexually to a level you might not be willing go."
She wondered about her own level of willingness as well, but for now, science first. Sue was surprised that Charlie was so forthcoming, but he hadn't said anything truly revealing. "Charlie, did you move the wooden crate back?" Her voice was still a bit rough sounding from the gag.
Sue watched him closely while he answered. "What wooden crate?" was all he said.
She believed him so didn't ask about the heater, but now the mystery only deepened. She thought she had finally figured it out since Charlie should have a key to the side room. Now she was clueless. "Dr. Barnes was your wife wasn't she?"
Charlie gave her a look like he was surprised. "I thought that our relationship was long forgotten. She never took my name, and it's been many years since her passing. We were madly in love but grew a little distant as she became more obsessed with the Nuymeans. I miss her tremendously, but the work always came first for her."
Sue continued with her new found boldness. "I have my doubts about this priestess thing. From the facts, it's a bunch of unproven unscientific nonsense, but I feel like there is so much more going on here. I can't explain how but my experiences have had some kind of deeper connection to something I don't understand. Now I need to know more. I need to continue with the trials. Anything you and Martin can help me with will be appreciated."
Charlie was very firm when he replied. "Sue, you have no choice but to continue now. I don't know much about this process. Men are rather excluded in anything related to the Nuymean priestesshood. However, I know that the gods have accepted your offer to submit to them and have marked you. They are looking for full commitment. You are honored more than you know and should not insult that acceptance. I hope you understand the severity of what you have started. As far as your personal feelings, I fear they may not really matter in the end."
For the first time Sue felt scared and in over her head. A chill ran up her spine. She remembered seeing some depictions of those supposedly cursed by the Nuymean gods and it was abhorrent. Images of people without arms, blinded, disfigured or otherwise mutilated are hard to ignore. When it came to gods and sacrifices the Nuymeans had some loose similarities to the neighboring Maya and Aztec peoples. Most likely it was all exaggerated. The drawings were often from accounts create by outsiders and not by the Nuymean people themselves, much like many of the accounts about the Aztec and Maya were from Westerners. Nevertheless, it was not the kind of chance she wanted to take. What had she gotten herself into? She never intended to become some kind of priestess for some almost forgotten ancient culture.
She had stumbled into something much greater than she understood and was in a situation where she would need to trust faith and instinct: two ideas completely opposite to the scientific and evidence-based ethic she had committed her life to following. How had it become so...intense? How had superstition become an important consideration. Was it all in her head? She couldn't shake the driven feeling. Even though Sue couldn't uncover the truths involved yet, she did know, somehow. Her fundamental belief in science, that everything eventually had a logical explanation, was only part of the puzzle. It didn't matter if she should pursue this course to the end. The experience would somehow be its own end. That was her new belief and an approach that could, at least temporarily, be enough for her.
"So I'm on my own with the second rite?" Sue asked.
"Martin and I are both willing to help but we don't know how the second rite is done. It must have to do with the ritual circle in the annex though, especially if Maggie placed a book there. She was very protective of books so I find it a bit odd that she would do that. She was rather obsessive in obtaining, moving and reassembling the Nuymean circle there. She didn't want it going to the annex, but the available space, politics and funding swung that way at the time."
As they approached the lobby, she hadn't noticed that her walking pace in the heels had improved, despite her bruised behind. She wished she had more time and still had questions, but she had a lot to consider already and knew she would be able to catch up with Charlie easily some other time. Sue didn't want the others to overhear their conversation so changed the subject to the weather. Snow was a fact of life here, but there weren't very many storms as bad as this one. She could smell the Chinese food and hear Bill talking with Martin, Maya and Cindy. Maya always seemed to be around somewhere. The museum had an endless list of projects to keep her busy. She thought it was odd that Cindy was still here after the morning tours were over, until she remembered her car issues. With the snow, she must have had problems getting home. Sue straightened up and tried to hide her soreness. She tucked the envelope with her bra under her arm as naturally as possible.
Sue quietly joined the group while trying to ignore Bill. He was openly staring at her chest, obviously spotting her erect nipples through the sweater. When his eyes started downwards, she suddenly realized her nether lips and pussy were also very swollen from the cream. She probably had something like a lewd camel toe going on through the tights, but wasn't about to look and possibly draw attention to it. She had the urge to run out of the room and could feel her face start to turn red. Thankfully, Maya provided a suitable distraction. She was much more voluptuous with firm round breasts; the kind that looked heavy like they were full of milk all the time. The drafty room seemed to have affected her nipples as well. It was only natural. Maya passed her a couple paperboard containers of food, leaning across Bill. Sue recovered her composure and sat down quickly at the folding table. The containers were still warm to the touch and for a while the food took over while Sue lost herself in the small-talk.
Bill had trudged the two blocks through the snow. At least he was helpful, she thought a bit spitefully. Yum, wonton soup. Everyone was impressed with her chopstick prowess on the chicken, but she didn't think it was any big deal and hadn't thought much about it before. Her fortune cookie said, "Your beauty will be unmatched when you achieve peace with your soul." What the hell? Even the fortune cookie seemed to imply something profound was going on.
Bill kept talking about Alien Watch. There were new pictures of Nuymean objects in the latest edition, and they were from the museum--her museum. Apparently the Director didn't know about them and no one was about to tell him. Perhaps it would blow over. She looked at the magazine, and some of the pictures were of artifacts not on public display. She recognized the area. It was one of the basement open storage areas.
They didn't reveal much except that a lot of supposedly Nuymean artifacts were collected there in boxes. The big question the article discussed was why the museum was increasing its Nuymean collection. Sue was even mentioned. They said she had been influenced by aliens during a remote desert expedition, so her appointment was strangely convenient. She had been on a desert expedition so they had some of the facts right.
A whole round of discussion and new speculations about alien origins was documented along with a new round of conspiracy theories. Sue knew that it meant trouble. Lots of people had access to that area of the basement so they would probably never know who took the pictures. She started to get paranoid about what else this spy might know, personal things they might know. What were they up to and why did they care? She would need to be especially careful about her nocturnal activities from now on.
On the walk back to her office, Sue felt exhausted. She fondled the key Charlie had given her, having no pocket to put it in. It was the typical heavy, high security type of key the museum used just about everywhere. Even holding it felt like a strain. Everything was starting to catch up with her. With her shifted schedule, this was the middle of the night for her after almost a whole day without sleep. The soreness in her legs from walking in the heavy, lusterite shoes was slowly adding to the lingering soreness of her earlier dancing and fall. Half-zoned out, she clicked her way down the basement hallway. The forcibly shortened stride needed to walk in the heels was feeling a little more natural, and her balance was getting better, but she needed a lot more practice. She figured she may as well go ahead and scratch number 89, "learn to walk in heels like a pro," off of her bucket list though, since it was now inevitable. She was also completely unaware of how the sway of her hips and the flirty wiggle of her ass had become an unconscious part of her natural movement. Also unknown to her, Bill was discretely enjoying the view on the security cameras, zoomed in tight.
Sue had a plan. First things first. Get the squid out of me. Adepto squid ex mihi. She couldn't remember the Latin word for squid and didn't think the Romans had one. It was probably one of those Latin words created later so they could give the species a fancy sounding name. Anyways, after that, she needed sleep. Latin is always good for sleepiness. She really needed some fresh clothes, a shower and a number of other things too, a toothbrush would be nice, but she wasn't going anywhere in this snowstorm.
Thinking ahead, the next step in her plan would be to find out about the second ritual and the annex. Dr. Barnes had left her bread crumbs, and she must follow them--regardless of where they led. Somewhere along the line she needed to find something worthy of publication out of all of it too.
After the long walk, she was feeling turned on. The squid stayed in place, but that didn't mean she could ignore it's invasive presence as her hips rolled and swayed. Again, it was her biological machine at work. Push button A, and get result B. No doubt, it was machine that was going to be an important part of her life now. She needed to find some way to simulate the Nuymean training and build it up--no matter how much the idea disturbed her.
She unlocked the door to her office thinking about sleep, and her penetrated vagina. Still, she resisted the temptation. Her anxious clit was really owned by the insidious squid right now. The fuse could so easily be lit. The slightest touch could start a whole new round of itchy stimulation from the nettle gel that had penetrated her skin. Her nipples were certainly itching at the slightest shift of her undershirt. Hard to tell what penalty the squid would come up with if the it detected some unauthorized stimulation, even if between sessions. She had to get it out of her while she had the chance. She unlocked the drawer to her stash--still annoyed with her peeping Tom landlord--and got out the removal tongs.
She picked up the remote to punch in the default passcode, but it simply beeped. The display said, "Program already in progress. Try again later." Almost immediately she felt something in her lower region. It was the wire. "Insert headphones immediately," appeared. She was a few seconds too late.
Enough of this. There has to be a way to cancel the program. She fingered the remote, navigating to the menu, and looked for the deactivate options again. They were dimmed out, and the remote wouldn't allow her to select them. "Insert headphones immediately," blinked again, and she felt a slight electrical jolt to warn her this time.
Exasperated, she felt down between her tights for the wire she knew would be dangling out of her pussy then plugged in her ear buds. The display immediately changed to "Multi-Orgasmic Training." She felt a slight rush of panic--the most dreaded of options in the manual. Why did it have to be now when she was practically exhausted? She had a lot of doubts whether she could handle it, but soon it was starting, ready-or-not, and Sue could hear the beginning of another piece of classic music.
The squid didn't seem to be coordinating with the music this time and had simply started faintly vibrating. How had she ended up forced to endure this thing again? She wanted to scream. Her mind was racing at what the multi-orgasmic training might involve and how to avoid it. However part of her was already getting horny enough not to care. The idea of forced multiple orgasms alone was fanning her flames.
As she heard the music, Sue recognized Beethoven's 9th Symphony. All she could think was "fuck!" but the horny part of her got even more horny at the new turn of events the squid had devised. She heard that at the time audio CDs were being created, Beethoven's 9th was the standard for how long a single disc needed to be, the longest piece of music commonly recorded. She resigned herself to what was ahead and reclined in her office chair prepared for an ordeal over an hour long.
Like all Classical music, the crescendos would rise and fall. It didn't matter. Sue had her own steady upswing of lust regardless of the music, but her body alone was not running this show. She was forced to follow the squid's tempo.
The squid determined that it would take its time building up the stimulation level of its subject. With her profile now complete, its microprocessor had sampled all her reactions with each previous orgasm supplying more data. It formulated a plan to start the session: after gradually building up the arousal of the subject, it would hold her right on the edge of climax for a maximal length of time while monitoring and adjusting to her reactions. The best time to let her cum was just before her vaginal muscles became too fatigued to generate a full-strength orgasm. This would also provide a baseline score for evaluating her current level of physical conditioning. The squid estimated it would take 45 to 55 minutes with a 70% probability.
The squid predicted that it would eventually be able to achieve at least a 300% improvement in multi-orgasmic probabilities in an approximately 10 week time frame before the current subject would be within 80% of her maximum potential, but it needed more data for accuracy.
The main purpose of the program was conditioning. The exercise would be good for the subject. Previous data suggested that she was not particularly well developed physically. She would need to be forced past what she thought was her limit, a little more each time, on a consistent basis. If her sex muscles got stronger then her ability to have multiple orgasms would increase.
Increasing her sensitivity at the same time was paramount so the squid had also carefully factored sensitivity development into the program. The slow progression would teach her to be more in touch with every little sensation--at least if she wanted to cum, 96.9% probability. The squid's control was too precise to let the subject achieve satisfaction earlier, but it was unlikely the subject would surmise that. Awareness development was the first step to increasing sensitivity without physical modification.
The previous data had shown some anomalies which distorted the parameters used by the squid. A variable sensitivity and an inconsistent muscle recovery rate were indicated. An exception routine was specified by its programming. While continuing with its plan, the squid contacted its remote interface which in turn re-established a wireless connection with the factory central server. The squid uploaded a request for service, along with the relevant data, before increasing its stimulation output level 10% as a preliminary response.
Sue started breathing more heavily. The ever-patient processor was slowly working her up to the edge of orgasm in a long slow tease. How predictable. She was disappointed with vanilla approach. It didn't matter. It wasn't like she could just turn it off. Was there anything more frustrating? It was like not being able to scratch an itch magnified a hundred times. The teasing still worked. She knew it would and loathed the little game, but she couldn't feel the teasing any less just because she hated it and knew what the squid was trying to do.
At first it was no big deal but ten minutes into the session she was possessed with frustration. It was hard to keep from reaching for her crotch, but she wasn't about disobey the damn "no hands" icon and invite lockdown when she was this close to freeing herself from fucking squid hell. It was daring her to do it anyway and fall into its trap.
Taking a deep breath, she calmed down resignedly. She let herself get lost in the music. With the soothing distraction, her rational brain kicked in. She realized this was a training opportunity. Fuck the squid! Knowing that she wasn't about to get off, she started to think about how long she could stay on the edge deliberately. She would make the squid work its hardest to make her cum only when she was the one ready.
Her one-sided battle of will against the little monster worked for a long time. She had no idea exactly how long, but it seemed like a long enough time to convince herself she had won. It didn't ramp up anymore. Maybe she had finally found its limitations, and it was running out of tricks. Sue delighted at the idea that she was messing with its little semiconducting brain. If she could affect its programming some, then she would know that willpower and self-control could affect it, and she was at least partially in control of her body's reactions.
The self-correcting software in the squid then contacted the remote and wi-fied the additional information to the factory central server. When the factory server analysis routine detected the second exception upload, it sent an alert to the service queue. A human would need to provide guidance.
Sue slowly began to appreciate the nuances in the squid's stimulation. It did seem to be harder and harder for her to resist. No matter, she was in control now. She now knew the strength of her willpower. She would choose when she would let it drive her over the edge. After holding back for so long, the build up would be mind-blowing--just what she was planning.
Stay in control. Focus. Follow the music. She kept trying not to let her mind dwell on the silicone invader, but it was difficult not to follow the light touch of tentacles tracing the walls of her love tunnel, ever so tenderly and methodically. While exploring, the squid was also using small deviations in approach to keep her off balance. When the head would expand, it wouldn't always expand to the same size. One time it would be a little smaller then another time a little larger. Even the vibrations were shifted slightly in frequency with random variation. She started concentrating hard on the variations and kept noticing more and more details in what it was doing. Her appreciation of its complex design was growing.
About 30 minutes into the session, still not having climaxed, she had a sudden realization. Each of the variations and techniques was like a different component of the symphony. The tentacles were like the high woodwinds floating on top of the music. The throbbing and size of the head was like the bass range adjusting up and down to the flow. At first she could barely make out any relationship. After another 15 minutes or so, she couldn't separate the music from the stimulation, even when she tried.
Sue felt like every millimeter of her sex was being probed, tickled, stimulated or otherwise teased. She was now keenly aware of the precise length of silicone within her. She thought she might even be able to feel some of the individual tentacles. It was a new level of awareness for her. Just like with the music, once she had the realization, she was no longer able to ignore it.
At Eros Technica Laboratories, Dr. Yamamoto was returning with a cup of coffee when Mark from the support team called him and explained the exceptions indicated by one of their top-of-the-line squid stimulators. The squid involved was a generation or two back, but it did have the latest software update. He sat down at his desk to review the data. Dr. Karlsson was the expert on gynecological response on the design team, but she was on vacation. They always wanted to rule out sensor variations first anyways so called him.
Yamamoto did see the variations and cross-checked the sensors. They seemed to be operating within normal specifications. The server could run a more complex cross-analysis of the data than the squid so he kicked off a full suite of comparisons. It didn't take him long to determine that the subject had used some chemical supplementation along with the squid. The data seemed to suggest an overdose of heat sensitization lubricant or perhaps some kind of oral aphrodisiac.
Consulting some reference data, Yamamoto determined that the average dose of the most powerful heat sensitization cream would affect sexual response by about 19.7%. With a more than average dose, she would be more sensitive--maybe much more sensitive--but that would have involved a very large dose. He updated the support ticket with a recommendation for a 20% adjustment factor and went back to checking his e-mail. As an extra precaution, he also recommended a 20% increase in the tentacle pressure.
Mark initiated a download patch for the squid with the appropriate updates, then sent a notification to the registered customer service representative, a Stephanie Kinsley.
The hair on the back of Sue's neck stood up as the chorus of Ode to Joy kicked in. The final movement of Beethoven's 9th never failed to have a dramatic effect if you listened to the whole piece. Sue felt it to the core now as she was completely engrossed in the play of varying stimulation coursing up and down within her.
Sue decided that now was the time she would let the squid push her to climax. It had to continue until she had an orgasm so it was time to let it end the program. She had proven to herself well-enough that willpower could overcome the squid's best efforts. It didn't seem to have any tricks left.
Letting the sensation take over, Sue could feel how close to her limits she really had become. Her body resonated from head to toe with the symphony of feelings within her. It was a complexity of eroticism she would not have thought possible as sensations from the squid played duet with the music she was hearing. Still, she wasn't crossing over the edge; climax was beyond her reach. Maybe she had repressed herself for so long, nearly an hour of resistance, that she was having problems letting go now?
Who am I kidding? Her willpower was an illusion. No matter how much she wanted to believe in the strength of the human will, she could not deny the evidence. The squid didn't want her to cum yet so she couldn't. It wouldn't let her. She had never actually been resisting it all along. It had been prescribing her level of pleasure from the start.
She desperately wanted to rub her clit and push herself over the top instantly, but she could still control herself. She would not end up in lockdown mode. She would not let the squid win. She started to concentrate on her feelings, trying to let things happen on their own accord, trying to make things happen on her accord.
The remote received the signal from the factory server and downloaded new parameters. The changes corrected for the previous anomalies in data. It decreased its sensitivity parameters by 20% and activated an increased monitoring protocol. The stimulators would run at a further 20% higher level as a result and adjust more dynamically to the responses of the subject in the future. Increased sensitivity training was indicated to balance with her ability to have a single orgasm.
The squid increased tentacle pressure as instructed and ramped up vibration levels again. The effect should be more perceptible to the subject and should increase her arousal level to specifications. The program was several minutes from completion so hopefully the increased stimulation would allow the subject to orgasm as scheduled--not beforehand.
Sue didn't understand what was happening. How could she be so aroused and yet not reach climax? She ached to cum. She thought about massaging her breasts. Her nipples were still swollen and sensitive from the nettle gel. She was beginning to appreciate just how interlinked they were with her lower zone. She would no longer dismiss them as another quirk of evolution--overdeveloped mammary glands turned visual cue and fleshy adornment for the male of the species. Little ones still put out plenty enough milk for babies so it was never about biological function. Natural selection was decidedly androgynous in the costs it decided to pay and the gifts it gave--and the randomness of genetic determination. Her biological poker hand wouldn't be winning any jackpots, but perhaps she had been playing her cards poorly all along.
There was a strange beep from the remote; one she hadn't heard before. Suddenly the squid increased in vibration strongly, taking her by surprise. The roaming tentacles started to press harder. The increased roughness wasn't entirely pleasant, but that didn't mean it wasn't stimulating. Without warning, she started to cum. The orgasm started uneventfully but once the floodgates were open, it just kept going and going. Sue started thrashing around in her office chair in ecstasy.
The squid backed off gently as the contractions ebbed. She was gasping to get her breath back. It might have been the most intense orgasm she ever had. Clearly the squid had dialed up its methods a notch or two.
Like a shot, the tentacles resumed their insistent ministrations. She immediately started to convulse again. The second orgasm was short-lived but also powerful. She was mostly spent from the first one, and her muscles gave out early, but she had still never orgasmed twice like that before.
The squid ebbed again, but the music was still going strong. It wasn't done with her. The devious device swelled fully inside her. She couldn't remember it expanding so much before. The stuffed feeling was very uncomfortable. If she wasn't completely aroused already, it would have been painful. Her whole vagina reacted automatically to the stretch by attempting to contract. The contractions were blocked by the invader, but her body kept trying. Soon she had a third orgasm as the contractions fluctuated rapidly.
She expected the third orgasm to end even more rapidly, but it kept going for some reason. She didn't notice the electrical stimulation right away. The squid was forcing her muscles to twitch electrically, and it felt like an orgasm that wouldn't end, but it was more strain than pleasure. The contractions were starting to hurt. Her muscles had had enough and weren't shy about saying so. The squid kept working them anyways. At last, it stopped, and she lay gasping as the finale of Ode to Joy continued.
Sue lay exhausted, listening to the music, then suddenly held her breath and squeezed the arms of the chair with all her might. A tentacle had slipped out between her labia and tightened around her clitoris while another pressed down strongly on it from the front. The tentacles started to manipulate her love nub in small circles. It was a total shift in sensation and triggered a fourth set of contractions. Her clit throbbed and throbbed deliciously like it had been waiting its turn all this time while her vaginal muscles contracted faintly. The squid head shrank and the sensation of her walls returning to normal revitalized her tired love muscles to generate a few more contractions.
At the symphony finale, the squid electrified the tentacle pressing her clit with a slight electric shock that tensed her whole body in one gigantic spasm. She was locked in the tension, throbbing more in pleasure than pain, for what seemed like an eternity as the final stanza finished. Completely spent, Sue never wanted to see "Multi-Orgasmic Training" mode again.
"Training results: 7% rating," flashed on the display.