In her mind, she was committed to the process and would face the challenge of becoming a Nuymean priestess without question--in spite of not knowing the price she would pay. There always was a price, wasn't there? No knowing what was truly in store scared her, but she was past the point of no return, and felt a sense of finality that made her stomach do flip flops. Her trust was simply expected. A test of faith? Maybe more of resolve. Yes, she would face it. Would she measure up? Time will tell. She might fail to meet the expectations of those around her, but she vowed that she would not fail herself. Priestess or failed science experiment? The outcome would tell her: real or imagined, delusion or phenomenon, potential greatness or obscurity. The truth about the Nuymeans would be the result regardless.
Several sections of the text had ritualistic language in them along with notes on pronunciation. In all of Dr. Barnes' writings, this was the first mention of how Nuymeanic was actually spoken. How did Maggie know what it sounded like? Regardless, Sue repeated each section over and over, sounding out the words. She knew that she would need to speak them for the ritual, but for what kind of audience?
The Viking chastity belt was a serious distraction. The lock kept clunking around on the chair. She had to lift it up when she sat down to get it out of the way. It made her feel like some ill-mannered ranch hand adjusting his balls after a long horseback ride.
Her naked breasts and mostly naked body gave her a constant feeling of exposure which reminded her of her predicament just as much as the relentless squeeze of the corset. In the end, the effect made her just plain horny. The confinement and lack of access to her own body was making her crazy. A few months ago, masturbation was just a basic needs thing like washing her hair. Now sex was an obsession. She would get on her knees and beg to be released from the belt if that's what it would take. She never wanted to cum so badly in all her life.
Somehow she stayed focused on the book through it all. It was the fear. Phrases like, "I now give my body up to the service of the gods," and "May the gods find me worthy to possess," tended to catch one's attention. She practiced saying them over and over hoping her Nuymeanic was correct. Getting such a ritual wrong could be dangerous.
She must be ready for the solstice and the second rite despite the short time frame. If this was her life's moment, she was going to grab it with both hands. Waiting another year was not an option she even wanted to think about. She was already formulating a plan. Not only did she want to approach the ritual properly as its subject, she also needed to attend properly to the science involved. She would start by examining the Nuymean ritual circle on the other side of the annex. Chances were slim to none that anyone would see her semi-naked.
After that, as soon as she could get some clothes, Sue would go upstairs to the storage room holding all of the prepared liquids, gels and herbal solutions. She would prepare samples to send off for analysis, especially the main preparations used in the ritual. The more she knew about them the better. The book didn't say what they did, but she knew that they would, mostly likely, be applied to her body, and they weren't just massage oil and scented soap.
Next, she would look through the other records for more information, now that she had a little better idea what to look for. There had to be more to go on. For example, it said an ally would conduct the ritual. What or who was the ally? Where did they come from? Some kind of avatar? The book raised more questions than it answered. It was mostly a set of illustrations, Nuymeanic hieroglyphs and detailed instructions with no reason or purpose explained.
A knock at the door startled Sue. Finally! She got up carefully to answer the door. The heavy lusterite phallus moved inside her as she stood, and she couldn't help but to pry at the ancient steel of the belt, once again, compulsively--she still had one or two unbroken fingernails left. Her goal was only a few millimeters behind the ancient steel, but it may as well have been a mile. Giving up, she pounded the plate in frustration, barely managing to rattle the industrial lock hanging at her crotch. None of the sensation reached the right areas. She stood up straight, trying to look nonchalant, but inside all she felt was indignation.
When she opened the commercial-grade steel door, Sue found Maya waiting anxiously, a little out of breath, wearing her typical skin tight jeans and long-sleeved top. As usual, Maya's make-up was impeccable. The colder air from the annex poured into the warm suite. Suddenly, Sue was extremely conscious of her naked breasts as her nipples immediately reacted to the draft. She wanted to cover nakedness, but realized doing so would betray the embarrassment and insecurity she really felt. The woman she wanted to be would be comfortable with her body, so she tried to act confident as she motioned Maya inside then closed the door behind her. It definitely felt awkward being so exposed around someone fully dressed.
Maya was bursting to speak. "I got here as soon as I could. Bill didn't give me much warning before taking off. I guess you all had quite a night last night."
Sue had the impression that Maya was fishing for more details about what happened, maybe they didn't tell her everything. "I don't remember some of it very well, but I can't wait to catch up with those guys for locking me up and leaving me here like this. Please tell me you have the key to this stuff?"
"I'm sorry sweetie, but they had good reason. Don't worry, it'll be over with before you know it, and I'll help you as much as I can."
Not the answer Sue was looking for. "What is that supposed to mean? I can take care of myself. Good reason? This is ridiculous," she fumed.
"So you don't know? I guess you couldn't. You never heard what happened with my Mom."
Whoa! How did she miss that? Sue's head was spinning, but she didn't want to act like she didn't know. She couldn't be talking about anyone else. Maya was the daughter of Dr. Maggie Barnes? Sue could see Charlie's features in Maya's face now that she looked closely for similarities. Did everyone else know? Maybe she wasn't completely dense, Charlie did act like his marriage to Maggie was a secret. Things like this reminded Sue just how much of a geek she really could be--missing social cues being an old sore spot. She didn't want to let on that she hadn't known the relationship, so tried to keep her best poker face.
"What happened?"
Maya took a deep breath. "After a lot of training, women start to go through a process my Mom called alignment. They start to channel an effect, like an aura, when they are in contact with a lusterite phallus. I know it's not scientific, but it happens with observable results. The aura can influence the mind. Men's sexual desires can be completely consumed by the power of it. The guys doubted they could resist for long if any of them were alone with you. With women, the aura is more of an individual thing affecting only the woman in contact. My Mom said it physically affected a woman's brain."
Affect's the brain? More than a bit scary. Sue remembered the strange events with Bill last night. That much have been what happened. None of this was mentioned in the writings. Eureka! Like a flash, Sue had a realization. The lack of men in the Nuymean works and artifacts: this had to be related.
Sue immediately had serious doubts about even a remotely possible scientific basis for this aura--it was ESP, tarot cards and ouija board stuff--but Maya and the guys obviously believed in it and so did the Nuymeans. Some of the writings made sense now. Perhaps it could be some kind of psychosomatic phenomenon like certain voodoo believers experience, imagined but real to the subject. Regardless, it was a question that needed an answer; she clearly experienced something first-hand the other day. At least, she thought she did.
Where to start? Were they all trying to set her up? She had to allow for that possibility even though she had no reason whatsoever to believe this was all an elaborate hoax. If it were, then how they pulled it off raised even more questions than it answered. What was the motivation anyways? Unlikely scenario.
Could there be a mass delusion here? Possibly. They all could believe in Nuymean mythology so much that their judgement could not be trusted. Sue certainly wasn't sure if she could trust her own judgement after the ordeal in the sex maiden. She was in and out of consciousness during those events and now Maya was talking about brain alteration. Once again, Sue needed to be both objective observer and participant--not an easy task. If it were a collective delusion, she shared at least some of it.
How could contact with the metal of the phallus change anything? The phalluses are solid metal after all...or are they? She made a mental note to perform a density analysis. Perhaps there could be a device inside. Any internal device would need to be very small given the obvious weight of the phalluses. They had no hint of hollowness. The only other similar phenomena she could think of was the supposed effects of wearing copper bracelets, crystals, and things like that--scant evidence of any truth to be found. There are documented reactive metals though, like nickel with jewelry allergies...rarely cobalt...chromium. It seemed doubtful that lusterite was reactive at all, though, given its density, but she had been surprised by the properties of Nuymenite and Nuymenide. Maybe it was possible.
Sue realized that Maya had paused waiting for her. "So, how does this all of that relate to your Mother?"
"My Dad was affected by the aura. They didn't even know each other beforehand. Don't you see? The belt is for your own good. My Mom almost died trying to complete the rites and then ultimately was forced to abandon her attempts when she got pregnant. Pregnant with me! You might not know it, but you need all the help you can get." Sue had never seen Maya so emotional.
"So that's why they sent you to see me, because you're immune to the aura and have the wrong equipment to knock me up?"
"Despite their concerns about the aura's effect, that's not the main reason I'm here. There is more that you need to know. Mainly I'm here because everyone thought I was the best one to hold your key."
"Look, for one thing, I have a birth control implant. I don't need anyone locking me up to keep me from getting pregnant."
Maya seemed a bit surprised at that. "Really? You have a boyfriend?"
Sue was annoyed at Maya's reaction. "No, nothing like that. I use the continuous kind of birth control. When I was in the field, it was just easier, no period and no pregnancies. My faculty adviser suggested it when I was finishing up my PhD. I've just never stopped."
Maya seemed a little hesitant. "I really doesn't change anything. You've already been a danger to yourself with the sex maiden for one thing."
"Don't worry, I've learned that lesson."
"Like I started to say, it's not just about men and pregnancy. This alignment thing I mentioned is no joke."
Sue was starting to get a bad feeling about this. She actually thought of tackling Maya right then to take the key from her physically, but she didn't even know if Maya had it with her for sure. She also wasn't sure if the element of surprise would be enough to overpower her. Maya was more athletic and a few inches taller.
"Nuymean acolytes would go through alignment as part of their training before they even reached the first rite. Lusterite phalluses act like a hyper-sexual amplifier and tap into some kind of mental power. The aura results indirectly. I'm surprised you didn't read about it in your research."
"I only saw a couple indirect references to something like that. Maybe the Nuymeans regarded it as common knowledge so didn't record anything extra. I'm also surprised your Mom didn't write about it. I need to know what else she told you that isn't documented."
"She learned a lot from the actual dig site and her attempts to complete the rites. I didn't realize that so little of it was written down, but I guess it makes sense. You have to remember she was paranoid and didn't understand a lot of it either--and she did fail to become a priestess in the end. Government agents were checking in on her regularly because of the military interest in lusterite. There was even a Cold War program regarding psychics and remote viewing that was interested. She thought they might confiscate everything someday. This book you've found here; I didn't know this existed. She never wrote down some of her important findings. She didn't want the power of a Nuymean priestess to fall into the wrong hands."
The way she said it struck Sue as a bit funny. "It sounds like something from a bad movie or a superhero comic."
Maya smiled a little, evidently out of politeness, then remained serious. "She always told me she saw something which changed her life at the old Nuymean dig site before it was destroyed. By the way, it was deliberately destroyed for secrecy. It's a carefully guarded secret that my Mother was part of that."
"I've always been suspicious of the story. More than a few times I thought about trying to go back to the location to find it. What did she see?"
"She didn't really talk about it, but there was a mural in some kind of hidden sanctum. Something she saw on that mural did changed her forever. She never even told my Dad what she saw. He denies it at least, but I believe him. I think she only told me because she hoped I would try to follow in her footsteps."
Sue needed time to pick apart this information. "I need to perform some experiments to isolate some of these effects for proper scientific analysis and to learn what's going on."
"That's all nice sweetie, but your alignment is well underway, especially if you spend as much time in the chair as much as I suspect you did. You're probably well past the point of no return. Normally the whole thing takes a few weeks. It's going to be a lot more difficult than you might guess."
Sue almost flipped out completely, but took a deep breath. "I can't wear this damned belt for a few weeks! No way! It's already driving me nuts and chaffing some places better left alone!"
Maya was firm. "It'll get worse before it gets better I'm afraid. You're probably horny as hell already. Let's find out. Sue, how horny are you? How uncomfortable is the chastity belt really?"
Sue couldn't believe Maya was asking such questions so point blank, yet her answer just came out again like it did the other day when Bill questioned her. Her doubts about the effects of the alignment were completely erased. "I don't know if I've ever been this horny before. The belt really is uncomfortable, but I want it off more because I'm frustrated and want to masturbate very badly."
"There, that wasn't so hard was it? Are you starting to see how real this is?"
Strangely, Sue didn't feel like answering that one so didn't. "I don't know."
"See, the effect is a bit varied. My Mom said that alignment affects the frontal cortex of the brain, where inhibitions regulate behavior. Without those inhibitions, you can't help but answer certain questions. You also might do stupid things--like lock yourself in a sex maiden again. You have to be protected from yourself."
Perhaps Maya was right. Was this the reason she couldn't get her mind off sex? How could she make a scientific determination? "It has to be a phallus? Why don't I just wear a necklace or something?"
"My Mother tried other objects and alignment didn't progress. Nothing works but a phallus."
"I still don't know what to think about any of this." Sue's doubts had doubts, but she also felt like there really was something going on here. There had to be a way to make sense of it. Why just a phallus?
"Still, you do see how alignment is affecting your mind?"
Sue certainly understood that something made her answer those questions, but she didn't feel forced. The answers just poured out of her. "I didn't notice anything at all until you started asking me questions."
"It has a lot to do with how the question is asked and the inhibitions involved. Only certain inhibitions related to sex and safety seem to be impacted. Others seem to be unaffected, like control of anger or the desire to eat. You could probably study just the aura alone for years, but we just need to get you through it--one hour at a time, if that's what it takes. It's not going to be easy."
Sue's anxiety level kept climbing. One hour at a time! What the fuck? The big lock on her crotch said it all. Her wishes were under lock and key. Sue was starting to feel trapped even if they were right about the dangers. Taking a deep breath, she asked Maya, "OK, let's work this out. Why do I have to be locked up? There has to be a better way."
"Don't worry sweetie, you have help. Dr. Martin and my Dad think that if we keep you exposed to the lusterite as much as possible that the alignment will be done quickly. We can take the belt off then."
"I guess that's why they locked a phallus inside me. Nice and considerate of them. Make me get it over with. I can't even begin to say how pissed off I am right now."
"I understand, such feelings are only natural, but you still have to get through it. We know you can do it even if you don't. My Mom said alignment was the best thing that ever happened to her, after it was over with. I feel the same way. Trust me, this is the best way to do it, fast and hard."
Sue started to move towards the small table. She needed to sit down, and needed time to think. Sue hesitated, then lifted her crotch lock and sat down carefully on one of the wooden chairs. She could feel that she was still amazingly aroused despite the mental distractions. One quick touch of her clitoris would send her over the edge if steel didn't block her way. She was embarrassed that her nipples were still completely erect. Maya pretended not to notice, at least--assuming she noticed in the first place. Maya sat across from her and appeared to be thinking about what she would say.
Trust again. This time trust of her friends. Gods would trump friendship in most ideologies. Her friends could be agents of the greater plan could they not? Still, it's hard to feel your friends have your best interests in mind when they lock up your cunt. Gods, though, they don't give a fuck about your desires usually. She'd go with that for now. She was facing more of whatever predestination they had for her, if there is one. She would keep playing the game to find out. Fuck their tests.
Maya broke the silence first. "The training. Do you really know what it's all about?"
Sue had to admit she wasn't quite sure. "I originally thought it was all about sexual endurance, but now I know it's much more than that."
"Endurance is an important part of it, but you're absolutely right that it's more than that. In the end, there is some kind of bonding that takes place between the priestess and the gods. The lusterite phalluses and sexual abandon are the channel of connection along with an aid to the consummation of the union. My Mom thought of sex as the vehicle between priestess and god."
"More hidden information that I've never seen in any of the written works. I didn't realize it was also so intimately personal. Damn this thing is uncomfortable." Sue tried to adjust the waistband of the chastity belt and twisted some in an effort to find a little relief from the corset.
"Bill is driving off to an expert chastity belt maker about 9 hours from here to get you a custom made modern belt that should be a lot more comfortable. Normally you have to order them and wait a while, but the builder is doing us a favor for a little extra cash."
Sue wasn't happy to hear that, but if she had to be locked up, then at least a modern belt should be an improvement. Oh shit, it would probably be even more secure too. Perhaps she should be grateful. Something didn't add up though. "How are they going to fit it?"
"Don't worry sweetie, they were really careful when they measured you last night. You were so exhausted you were like a dead body. They even gave you a sponge bath and a fresh depilation. Cindy found some hair remover cream at the 24-hour drug store. The manufacturer recommends no hair whatsoever for the measurements, plus you seem to like it smooth."
Sue hadn't felt this violated since she found out about her landlord being a peeping Tom. She had an urge to launch into a complete rant, but she could see a look, which hinted of pity, on Maya's face that cooled the anger immediately.
Maya said, "I know how you probably feel, but it's all for the greater good don't you think? I hope you understand. Oh, and don't worry. You have no aura when you're out cold so nothing happened."
Sue felt even more trapped and controlled by what they had done as well as suspicious that they had drugged her. Sleeping through all of that was not like her at all. She wasn't going to flip out though. Play the game; follow the plan. Not like they hadn't already seen all the sights. She was already locked up. Nothing they were planning really made it worse. Maybe the new belt would fit well enough that she could get rid of the corset, that would be worth it.
"On a different subject, Dr. Martin, Bill and my Dad were up half the night setting up a little surprise for you, something extra to help with your training, aside from the horse. I think it will help take your mind off things for a while."
"It's not even my birthday," Sue mocked, trying to be funny, but it felt more like gallows humor. Nevertheless, her curiosity started to run wild, in a bad way and in a good way, but more in a bad way. What would they put her through now?
Maya seemed anxious to get moving. "I think Cindy is going to be a while yet. The snow has stopped and the roads are better, but it's still slow going, and her driving isn't the greatest. I sure hope my car makes it back in one piece. She's made getting you some new clothes a bit of a personal mission. The crotch on your tights was just about worn through from the horse. Besides, I have the feeling you wouldn't be happy sporting a big lump in your tights for all to see. Cindy decided that your sweater must die as well. She said her fashion sense demanded its revenge. Did you know she was a personal shopper for a while?"
Again Sue felt her curiosity run wild. In a good way? In a bad way? What would Cindy come back with? Hopefully she wasn't going to come back with a bunch of slutwear. Still, she knew she could do better with fashion if she had some help, maybe this would be a good thing. She was actually a bit touched, but still had her doubts.
Sue's curiosity kept going. She couldn't help it. Her mind was always going. "Speaking of the horse, I'm wondering, if lusterite is so important, then how does training on the horse help? The vibrating portion of the seat was vinyl."
"Getting better endurance is still important either way, but that's just one of the seats. I'll have to show you the special one they made."
Sue instantly felt even more horny at the thought. "Oh my."
"It's better than that. It's more like 'Oh my fucking God!'"
Sue just sat there in shock for a moment.
Maya seemed to enjoy Sue's reaction. "What do you say we go try out your surprise and get you out of that belt for a little while?"
"We need to talk about that. You know that as a scientist, I need to control the experiment. I need to establish evidence and proof. There are a few things we need to find out about some of the things you've told me."
"I thought you would say that, and I already have a plan."
With surprising speed, Maya had Sue's outstretched arms strapped tightly to a black leather-padded bondage cross. Sue knew the moment that Maya led her down to the annex floor that something like that was the plan, but she was beyond caring. Some temporary relief from the aching lust trapped under the steel between her legs would be worth it.
The bondage cross was actually a rather sophisticated circular frame of tubular metal which allowed various positions for the arms of the cross. Small pairs of hydraulic cylinders positioned the moveable arms and held them in position. The whole thing was angled slightly backwards in a lower support frame on wheels. The steel frame alone must weigh a couple hundred pounds or more. The construction reminded her of commercial gym equipment. With precision welds and powder-coat paint, the cross and frame was clearly not some homemade basement toy built by a horny husband on a weekend. In fact, she wondered why it would be in the annex collection at all; it seemed more like something made recently.
"I don't remember seeing this apparatus before," Sue said.
"It's not part of the annex collection normally. Hush now sweetie. I'll explain it all to you later. I don't want to spoil the surprise." Maybe it was her imagination, but Sue thought Maya's voice sounded a little stern. She was starting to be a little intimidated by Maya.
Sue stood with her feet together, arms straight out, in a Latin cross position. A series of heavy two inch wide, black leather straps were buckled along each horizontal arm. Maya had buckled each one from behind with the buckle hidden: wrist, forearm, above the elbow and lastly her upper arm just below her armpit--talk about overkill. Next, Maya buckled another strap across her upper chest, above her breasts and below her shoulders, running under her armpits. The leather padding of the cross was soft enough that a degree of form-fitting also helped to hold her in place. Sue tested the restraints and was surprised by just how little she could move. She hadn't expected such strict treatment from Maya. She knew without question that there was going to be no escape from this device or from whatever the surprise was supposed to be. She knew she should be worried but wasn't. In fact, she was excited and strangely content.
Maya didn't keep going with more straps as Sue expected. Ah yes, Sue realized the straps would be in the way. Maya had paused in anticipation of removing the chastity belt before strapping down Sue's lower half. To Sue's right was a large table which held the various straps Maya was using as well as a cardboard copier paper box. Maya gave Sue a bit of a playful smirk and pulled the lid off. Maybe this was the surprise from her three male guardians?
Maya pulled out a small bundle of leather straps and buckles. When Sue saw the rubber ball and lusterite panel, she knew immediately that it was the gag she had used on herself back on the night she had inadvertently completed the first rite on the chair. How did Maya know?
Maya's grin aggravated Sue for some reason. "You seem to be enjoying this a little too much."
Undaunted, Maya joked back, "Hey, it's not every day I get to tie up a naked woman and have my way with her."
Maya's casual attitude diffused Sue's aggravation but it wasn't very reassuring in the end. Maya had been a bit rough with those straps before. Sue feigned a laugh while seriously wondering what she might have gotten herself into.
Maya was untangling the gag straps. "My Dad said to make sure I use this gag. You know the drill, silence during training."
Maybe Maya didn't know the history of that particular gag. Sue had left it in her office. At the very least, someone else had a key and a lot of nerve. Somehow that whole night, running around gagged in her underwear, didn't seem so embarrassing now, but once again she felt violated. Her office was personal territory, or so she thought. Perhaps she had a little too much help from her new found friends.
Maya took Sue's glasses and put them on the table. Sue was about to argue as she saw Maya reaching towards her mouth, the ball gag leading the way. She closed her mouth quickly realizing what an easy target she had just made for that rubber ball.
Thankfully, Maya didn't seem to be in any hurry. "Go ahead say it."
Sue didn't have any other ideas. Time to shut up and get fucked. "Nothing I guess, may as well get on with it." Sue opened her mouth obediently. It felt like her own choice that way and was easier for her to accept.
Maya pushed the ball in firmly behind Sue's teeth then buckled the harness straps on tightly, very tightly. Sue's feeling of helplessness was magnified. She wasn't going anywhere, and any hope of influencing her situation had just been plugged with rubber. What Sue didn't understand was why the helplessness caused a corresponding magnification of her lust. Why would her body respond that way?
Maya stepped back to admire her handiwork and smiled. "Besides, I wasn't about to let you talk me out of putting the belt back on when we're done sweetie."
Sue's hopes sank. She knew where she stood now. Maya was going to stick with whatever plan her and the guys had cooked up.
The vice-like pressure of the straps around and over her head was worse than she remembered. After checking over the gag straps and the straps securing Sue's arms to the leather padded arms, Maya stepped back. "I'll be back in a few minutes with the key." She then gave Sue a wink and said, "Don't go anywhere," like it was the funniest joke in the world. Sue wanted to punch her.
With her legs still free, Sue tried to yank and pull in various directions to free herself. She felt a compulsion to test the bonds even though gaining freedom would still leave her locked up where it mattered most. Maybe struggling was a way to feel the helplessness fully? She did feel more aroused trying to escape. Trying to escape felt vaguely similar to trying to cum. After a few minutes, she was sweating and out of breath. Her struggles to get free and struggles to cum where both futile.
The restriction of the corset was its own form of bondage. Even though it had a soft and somewhat breathable fabric liner, designed for long term wear, she still felt sweaty inside it and couldn't wait to get it off. She didn't even notice the cool air of the annex anymore. Her arms were just a little too high relative to her body weight, and the stretched out position on the bondage cross was starting to hurt. Wearing the Nuymean heels, she couldn't tiptoe any higher to relieve the stretch. The discomfort of the corset and the wetness welling inside the chastity belt were quickly turning to secondary considerations by the time Maya returned. All she wanted now was to get some strain off her arms. Damn, even the discomfort of the cross seemed to be fueling her arousal. It seemed like everything made her horny.
Maya took her own fucking time walking back across the annex, at least it seemed that way to Sue. Where did she have that key stored, China? Sue thought it was odd that Maya didn't have it with her to begin with.
Maya looked all impish and playful. She held up the key to taunt Sue a little then leaned in close to speak softly into Sue's ear, their breasts touching, "I can't wait to get a look at that hungry little pussy of yours. They all got to play with it last night without me." She stepped back smiling.
The gag helped hide Sue shocked reaction. She couldn't tell if Maya was joking or not--Maya's sense of humor had always been quirky--but this didn't seem like a joke. Suddenly, Sue was worried. The truth was that lesbians intimidated her--it was like they had some kind of mystical sexual knowledge. Now she was waiting for a lesbian to have her way with her. Sue frantically retested the straps binding her.
Maya was quite amused. "I didn't think you knew."
Maya struggled a moment to work the lock off the chastity belt. All the pulling and pushing, with no direct contact, just increased Sue's level of frustration. Without the lock, the bottom half of the front plate started to come apart. Sue couldn't get a good look at how the belt worked, but she could tell that the vertical crotch band ended with a U-shaped end. This end clipped over the horizontal waist belt like a hook. The horizontal belt was joined with a hole on one side which slipped over a pin in the other. The hooked end clip of the vertical band covered both pieces and held them together. Since the clip could not be slid upwards once the front-plate was locked, the single lock bound the whole thing together. The back side must work similarly to the front, but she had no way to know for sure.
Without the chastity belt plate to obstruct it, Sue could feel the heavy lusterite phallus inside her starting to slip out. Just like it is only natural to reach for a glass about to fall over, she tensed her vaginal muscles to keep it in, but she simply couldn't hold that kind of weight. Maya was ready and caught the wet phallus as it slipped out. She sat it and the lock on the table before removing the rest of the belt. She struggled a bit to get the pieces to come apart.
"Sorry sweetie, they didn't give me the key to the corset. Besides, I don't think I could get it back without help. I'm sure you're mostly use to it by now anyways. Bill will be back as fast as he can."
Sue had just assumed the corset would come off and hadn't thought of the difficulties involved. Will this nightmare of constriction ever end? Between the sex maiden and the corset, she was starting to forget what it was like not be squeezed like a sausage. She wanted to cry out in disappointment, no more than disappointment, anguish, but the gag was doing its job. The numbness had taken effect quickly and thoroughly. She couldn't even feel her tongue. She would have to attempt some analysis on the gag rubber. There could be modern medical uses for the numbing agent.
Maya pushed Sue's legs apart a little to finish removing the chastity belt. Once removed, she added it to the table then started back in on the straps. The lower half of the bondage cross was actually two separate halves, one for each leg. They were side-by-side about 4 inches apart. Maya started with Sue's ankles, a strap on each, one to a half. She braced herself with a foot against the frame as she pulled strap tight.
Sue tested the fit while Maya grabbed more straps from the table before going behind the cross to attach them. The helpless feeling Sue had before was magnified just from her ankles being restrained. Her body recognized when it was bound and responded in kind. She could feel the dampness of her intimate skin now exposed to the air and free of the belt. Some of the wetness was probably sweat and some the juice of her lust. There was no question of that lust now. She might even be dripping. Oh it ached. The warm flush of arousal was starting up her chest. She felt like she could cum any second if only she could get a little stimulation.
Next, Maya strapped Sue's upper calves before proceeding to her lower thighs, just above her knees. The last leg strap went around the very top of her upper thighs, higher than Sue would have liked. Maya was very careful not to touch anything sensitive during the process. Damn her. She came back around to the table and picked up the last of the straps. Afterwards, she took a look at her handiwork thus far and seemed to be satisfied.
Sue was grateful that the leg straps helped to relieve the strain on her arms some, even though the new straps were uncomfortably tight. Her legs were as immobile as her arms. Each strap pressed her against the firm leather padding creating a wedged effect. Maya had cranked them down tight, just short of cutting off Sue's circulation.
"Oh how cute! You're already so horny that you're dripping. Your body is responding to the training already. Pavlov's pussy. Tie you up and your nether mouth salivates for meat." Maya laughed a little at her own joke. To Sue, this didn't seem like Maya at all. "Then again, maybe you were a horny little slut before all of the training?" Maya stepped back and laughed a little more, obvious enjoying herself.
Sue was not amused. She definitely never considered herself a slut in the slightest. Cindy, yes, but not her. Never her.
Maya leaned in a little closer and said softly, "My guess is you're just finding out what a slut you really are. Do you wonder? Want me to tell you the answer?" Sue winced slightly when she felt a hand on her pussy. Maya ground her palm into Sue's upper mound stimulating her clit indirectly while she fingered Sue's labia with the same hand. Soon a finger slipped inside a little. Her other hand was rubbing Sue's left breast, and the nipple was becoming even harder.
"How bad do you want it? Would you do anything to cum? Try to deny it, but you can't, can you?"
Sue could feel the very start of an orgasm. Maya could sense it as well and quickly removed her hand. Sue tried thrashing pointlessly. Ahhh! She was so fucking mad. Just another second and she would have made it.
"Denial is a terrible thing," Maya said. "Listening to your body is an important part of the training. What is it telling you?"
She slapped Sue's pussy with her open hand. Sue would have howled in pain if she could. Half a second later, she started to cum and to cum hard. Maya's hand was back cupping her mound, rubbing, pressing. Her finger was in and out. Sue felt her body trying to twitch in the bonds, but even that movement was denied. She needed air but could only breathe through her nose and had to try to hold still, conserving her oxygen. She loathed the gag.
The convulsions were going on and on. Maya grabbed her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard. Sue wanted to howl in pain again, but the pain from the pinch had intensified what she felt. Suddenly, Sue felt her bladder release. Maya paid little attention and kept up her ministrations. Finally it ended. Sue's body almost glowed with satisfied feelings as she gradually got her breath back under control, but her embarrassment was setting in. God, she had pissed herself.
"Did you learn something about your body?" said Maya. "I did."
Sue's mind was racing with responses. Maya slap was first on her mind, both the fact that Maya did it and her response to it. She pulled back to the present moment though. She was already getting aroused again.
Maya calmly continued with the straps. She went around behind Sue. One strap went under her breasts. Maya didn't tighten it as much as the arm and leg straps, but it still felt tight and restrictive. Maya clearly meant business.
The last strap was about 4 inches wide and even more intimidating than the others. Maya carefully settled it in across Sue's lower abdomen, over her hips. She snugged it down on Sue's hip bones. It wasn't hard with the corset already squeezing her waist in tight. Sue felt her last bit of significant movement vanish. She could move her hands and feet. Her neck and head were free to look around. Everything else was tight against the frame of the cross.
"This is a lot easier with you wearing the corset than it was when we tested this out on Cindy. I had to really crank the straps on her. She obviously isn't into bondage and was quite a poor sport."
Sue could only imagine how much Cindy appreciated being test subject. They must have gagged her pretty good. Sue had slept through it all and the other side of the annex wasn't that far away.
Maya walked around and did a final check. She was very thorough, pulling at straps, trying to stick fingers in behind the them and asking Sue if she could still feel this or that. She was clearly not in a hurry. She seemed almost professional in her approach.
Maya went around behind the cross again. Sue could hear something metal like a pipe rattling. She felt her legs move a little, accompanied by a ratcheting click. The sound and movement reminded her of a car jack. Her legs would move further apart and then a tiny bit back as the ratchet engaged, click after click. She tried to hold her legs together, not liking where this was going, but she couldn't resist the hydraulics in the slightest.
As Maya kept jacking, Sue's legs where forced wider and wider, soon felt her feet came off the floor, and her weight slumped heavily into the straps. If she had any movement before, it was gone now. She couldn't fight her own weight and the straps. After several more pumps on the lever, Maya paused and rechecked the straps. She tightened the ones around Sue's hips and chest a little more now that Sue's body had shifted downward. She retested that Sue could feel her extremities and had no circulation difficulties. She had to test Sue's ankles since her feet were unavailable behind the lusterite heels.
After more cranking, Sue's legs were spread a couple feet wider than shoulder width. It was a bit of a stretch, but within her range of flexibility. She did not feel any real strain--at least not yet. Her weight was distributed across her restraints so she actually felt a lot more comfortable than when standing feet together. She would have thought it impossible, but she was completely turned on by her new position, even after the recent orgasm. Her clit was throbbing. Having one's legs pried apart did send a rather powerful message to the body.
Just as Sue was very conscious of her wide open crotch, so was Maya. "Oh my, I'm going to have to wipe up the floor before someone slips on pussy liquor. I love the shape of your firm little mound. It's so cute. Your lips are parted nicely and very inviting while your clit buds just the right amount. I want to eat you up my little trainee."
Maya was obviously looking at her in a lustful way. Sue was suddenly realizing that more than one pair of nipples was rather erect and more than one face was a bit flushed with arousal.
"If you start to have any kind of problem, just hum a little tune to let me know, anything. Cindy seemed to like using 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.'
Sue tried shaking her head to let Maya know that she couldn't even hum with the numbness caused by the gag.
"I know sweetie, but you'll be super horny like that for at least few days. I'm not sure it ever goes away completely, but it will be a lot better after that. You'll feel better after you cum a few times, just wait and see. When I went through alignment, I must have stayed on the horse for three days straight. I would hardly walk for a week."
As the daughter of Maggie Barnes, Maya would have been a logical choice to replace her. What happened to Maya's training?
"I haven't ever met a true masochist, but they told me that you responded to pain a little. While this could be fun, it's really a test. I need to make sure you aren't going to move at all."
Maya pulled a small device out of the cardboard box. It looked like a large fat pen made of chromed metal. Maya uncapped the end revealing a short glass probe. She came over to Sue and twisted the end of the device.
"It's sort of like a violet wand. It produces a painful electric shock without damaging anything. I'll be as fast as possible."
Sue didn't know what to expect as Maya raised the glass probe. A slight touch to Sue's left nipple felt like hellfire. The electric shock was completely intolerable. She would have screamed if she could. Maya didn't seem to notice the lack of sound. Sue tried thrashing every way she could to get away. Nothing. Maya kept the probe on her nipple for a good five seconds. Sue wanted to kill her.
"Pretty good, I didn't see any movement outside your breathing. I'll give you a minute before I zap the other tit."
Really? One side of her chest wasn't enough? None of her upper body moved.
Once again the probe unleashed its fire. Could it feel even worse this time? Maybe just because she knew what it was going to feel like. Sue pulled and twisted uselessly. Maya stopped early, thankfully.
"Looks like your right arm is a little loose."
Maya went up and down Sue's whole right arm. She loosed and re-tightened each strap one at a time. It did feel tighter now.
Once again Sue's silent scream tensed within her body. Maya was completely relentless with the probe. Five seconds of more hell was inflicted her right nipple. Maya twisted something on the probe and continued, each thigh, each side of her abdomen, but now? No! Maya was heading towards her pussy! The pain was horrific. Sue broke out in a cold sweat and felt faint, but Maya kept up the contact. Just when Sue thought she would collapse, Maya stopped.
"Oh shit, sorry sweetie, I forgot to turn the probe down for your little clit. Well, at least I know the straps are tight enough for sure now. I guess that's one of the numbing Nuymean gags too. I should have remembered. That must be why I was supposed to use it."
Maya turned the probe off then put it on the table. The throbbing pain in Sue's clit was subsiding, and she was already horny as hell again. No matter what she thought of the science, alignment was clearly a real phenomenon. She could never deny how she felt. Something was making her body respond.
"OK sweetie, time to take you for a ride."
Maya stepped down on a foot pedal near the bottom of the bondage frame. Sue felt the whole frame rise up an inch or so. Maya grabbed a handle on the side of the frame and started to roll it across the annex floor with Sue attached. Where was Maya taking her? Perhaps the surprise was something a lot different than she would have guessed?
Maya kept going clear across the annex nearly to the back behind the Nuymean circle and the sex maiden. The frame rolled easily over the hard, asbestos tile floor. As they approached the back of the room, Maya spun the whole frame around facing Sue towards the wall.
"I'll be back in a few minutes."
Sue didn't like the idea of being left alone and didn't like facing the wall even more. She couldn't turn her head enough to see anything. She heard Maya's steps echo across the floor to her left. Now the cold air was starting to catch up with her. The museum definitely didn't waste any extra money keeping the annex warm, especially for mostly naked women. Her mind drifted while waiting. Even after all the sleep, she still felt tired. Damn, she felt so lewdly displayed this way. The image of being a fly trapped in a web came to mind. Except in this case, a fly that was waiting to be fucked by the spider.
A bunch of rattling keys drew Sue's attention back to reality. Maya was unlocking a door to Sue's right at the very back of the annex. It wasn't long before she was rolling again. Maya spun her back around. Sue could see the door to the boiler room was open. Maya had that smug grin again as she started reaching towards Sue's eyes.
"I want to see the look on your face when you first see it," Maya said. Sue didn't try to resist the leather blindfold. There didn't seem to be much point. She immediately regretted that decision. Something about being blind on top of everything else seemed to be the final breaking point for her--the point of overwhelming helplessness. Something deep inside her surrendered. The tension in her body faded, and she just hung in her bonds like a limp rag. She didn't necessarily hate it though. She wanted out badly, but she also felt incredibly alive.
Again, there was movement. Sue felt the wheels roll over the threshold of a doorway, presumably into the boiler room. Yes, definitely, the air was a lot warmer and there was a musty old concrete smell. She felt the frame being turned and then worked back and forth into position. Lastly, she felt the whole thing sink back down an inch or so as the wheels were disengaged.
She felt one of Maya's breasts press against her own left breast. As Maya unbuckled the blindfold, Sue could feel Maya's warm breath on her ear.
"OK sweetie, here you go. 1..2..3..."
Maya pulled the blindfold away. Sue's eyes took a moment to adjust. A flash blinded her. Fuck! Maya took a picture on her smart phone. She had a hard time registering what she saw in front of her. It was some kind of bright yellow robot arm, big and industrial. Rising from the floor about 5 feet tall, the robot seemed like something from an automotive assembly plant with three progressively smaller arm sections connected with rotating joints. At the end of the whole arm was a large molded rubber cock that was positioned directly in front of her crotch. If Sue could cum just from a thought, she might have done it right there.
"Just as I thought, priceless," Maya said. "Oh yes, it does work, and oh yes, it's going to rock your world. Dr. Susan Kensington meet the Eager Beaver 250F."