Sue shook her head reflectively trying to clear the images from her mind. During the last throes of her most recent climax, as the circuits popped and the lights went out, she experienced a brief episode of being elsewhere, as if she was driving a car, looking out through the windshield on a dark, snowy night. When the car started to slide towards a snowbank, everything suddenly went blank as the windshield was buried in snow.

The images were vivid, but vision wasn't the only sense affected. Faintly, she heard and felt the impact of the crash. The air was cold with the odor of spilled coffee and pine tree air freshener. If it was some kind of dream, it was exceptionally realistic, yet it was over so quickly that she still wondered whether she had imagined the whole thing. Sue wasn't playing that game, though. Her Nuymean journey, thus far, had taught her one lesson she would never forget: nothing can be ignored, no matter how unrelated or insignificant it might seem. She would not allow herself to be careless with minute detail.

Despite such convictions, Sue didn't have the presence of mind to consider the vision--if it could be called that. When the robot failed, the final upward thrust of its arm rammed her hard in the crotch. At first, she thought she was going into shock from the pain. Never having been hit there so hard, she would not have guessed how much it hurt. She felt faint, then her body got cold and clammy, but, after a few agonizing minutes, the shock transformed into a queasy, sickening feeling in her belly, and she realized she was going to live after all.

Fortunately, the pincers on the end of the robot arm gripped the phallus from the side so their width had helped diffuse the impact. More importantly, they had prevented the phallus from spearing her up the vagina. Even though the damage inflicted was not significant compared to the potential impalement that could have occurred, the pain was still horrible; the arm was stuck in an upthrust position which rammed the oversized Nuymean phallus painfully deep, against her cervix. Strapped to the rack as she was, she could do nothing to relieve the pressure. An attempt to scream for help proved useless. Her voice was still well numbed from the effects of the Nuymean gag. All she could do was wait for Maya, wherever she was, to do something.

The boiler room came back into view as her eyes adjusted to the dark. Light from a small emergency exit sign combined with that of a red warning light on the electrical panel prevented total darkness. The air was smokey, yet no flames were evident, so whatever had burnt seemed unlikely to erupt into a larger fire. Regardless, the smell was awful, like burnt plastic, rubber and motor oil.

With all of the machines off, the tinkling of the little bells dangling from the metal clips pinching her nipples seemed to echo through the room like a clarion call, "Jingle, jingle! Helpless, nearly-naked woman over here! Jingle, jingle! Watch her squirm! Jingle, jingle! Strapped tight and spread wide for your pleasure!" Strange how something so simple could be so humiliating. Thankfully, the bells had no audience.

Eventually, Maya appeared at her side as if out of nowhere, coughing from the smoke, but made no attempt to free her. Instead, she pressed the foot pedal at the base of the rack to lever it up onto the wheels. The difference in height was just enough that Sue felt relief from her impalement yet was still well penetrated. Leaving her in place, Maya returned to the console, then after a short time investigating, went to the electrical panel. Is she trying to lower the arm? A few circuit breaker clicks later and the lights came back on while a couple lights on the Eager Beaver robot's console started to blink red. Some parts of the robot were definitely damaged; a trail of smoke was still rising from one of the metal cabinets as well as from a motor.

Sue was beginning to think that Maya had no intention of releasing her. Instead, she appeared to be trying to restart the robot. With Maya completely silent, her face showing the same distant, zombie-like expression, Sue could not deny the conclusion that Maya was being controlled or at least influenced somehow. No other explanation seemed possible--at least none that Sue was willing to accept. Not for the first time, but in a way more chilling than before, Sue was afraid of what was going on around her. She was also starting to believe more and more that recent events were being orchestrated.

With the pressure relieved, Sue was feeling much better, except that now she was having a hard time not fixating on the pain of the nipple clips. Before, she had almost forgotten about them. After all, the pain they caused was minor compared to the robot's previous outputs, both pleasurable and painful. Now, however, it was hard to put the clips out of her mind--which did seem to be the intention of them to begin with. Fucking jingling.

Maybe she could get through to Maya. She tested her voice and could make a few sounds, but still could not speak meaningfully. Her attempts, however, immediately triggered a panicked look from Maya who hurriedly grabbed the Nuymean gag. Sue frantically shook her head to signal "no fucking way" and to resist Maya's efforts to put it back on when, unexpectedly, Maya harshly tugged a bell. The nasty little clip twisted on her swollen nipple but held firm. As Sue reflexively cried out in pain, Maya shoved the gag ball into place and quickly did up the buckles, leaving Sue to chomp at the gag like an angry racehorse resenting its bridle. She was not only mad at Maya, and frustrated by the gag, but she was also mad at her disobedient body with its mindless reactions: uninvited lust was rising from deep down within her.

Maya had no luck with the robot so picked up an extension cord from the console rack and went behind Sue. Soon, she circled around in sight again with Sue's vibrator in hand. Seriously? That was the last thing Sue wanted right now. She was more than ready to be done, despite her body's growing urges. She could have been seriously injured, maybe even killed. She was tired and in pain, but her renewed head shakes and attempts at hand signals went ignored. Maya simply held up six blurry fingers, then touched the vibrator lightly above Sue's overworked clit--at least the indirect stimulation was gentle, if still cruel.

Realization dawned on Sue--six! She hadn't been counting, but despite everything, Maya was dutifully completing the training session in Nuymean custom. Maya had only removed the gag earlier because she was having trouble breathing, a safety measure, not an act of kindness. Sue now knew she would not be released until she had her full nine orgasms. She would have to cum her way to freedom.

Even under the circumstances, Sue marveled at how Maya moved so gracefully in her super tight jeans as she lifted a leg to straddle the robot arm then sat on it facing Sue. The heavy steel arm barely moved in reaction until Maya proceeded to rock up and down on it using her full body weight, see-saw fashion, boobs bouncing. Each time she pressed down against the strong tension, the arm moved a tiny bit then abruptly snapped back up in compensation--with a corresponding thrust of the phallus inside Sue. The hardest upthrusts brought a ring of the bells. The whole thing felt like a game, and her life did seem like a circus lately. "Step right up! Test your strength! Swing the hammer, hit the bell and win a prize!" Or maybe I could be in the knife throwing act. I'm already strapped helpless and scantily clad to distract the audience. The little bells would jingle when each shining blade just misses and thunks heavily in the target. The last one, right between the legs...

Sue refocused to find Maya's cold eyes staring back with the steady, blank focus of a camera lens. She tried not to think about it. The real Maya had to be in there somewhere. Despite the bruises and the lingering effects of the robot ramming her, Sue's body was succumbing to Maya's improvised technique. The hyper-sexual responsiveness affecting her had not lessened in the slightest, even if her enthusiasm had. Her clit had been spared from damage, and it was impatient for its needs to be met, as was the rest of her body. Contrary to the disconnected zombie look, Maya had an uncanny ability to read Sue's body instantly. She noticed even the most subtle reaction as she got more aggressive with the vibrator. 

Sue tried to evade the over-stimulation but was restricted to mere millimeters of movement by the tight strapping and rigid corset. Regardless, each of those millimeters mattered as her pussy played cat and mouse with the vibrator. Maya was toying with her, circling the area of her clit with the vibrator head like a cat circles its injured prey before closing in for the final kill. Maya had turned up the speed, so anything close to touching her clit directly was painful in intensity. Sue was waiting for the inevitable when something changed, and Maya backed off without warning.

It took her a moment to realize that the robot arm was moving slightly without Maya's help. Glancing at the control panel, one solitary green light was now on even though there was no accompanying machine sounds. The lusterite inside her was stirring as well. It felt...rubbery. I know I'm not imagining it. I can't be imagining it.

Maya tossed the vibrator aside and began to focus on her own pleasure. She spread her legs wider as she leaned forward slightly so that her pussy was riding in contact with the end of the robot arm. Even through her jeans, the movement of the arm must have been doing the job as her see-sawing turned into a self-centered grind. Her breathing was faster, and her zombie expression had softened. Abruptly, Maya grabbed Sue at the hips as if to tackle her, but the grab was just for stability. The main assault was directed at Sue's left nipple.

Maya's mouth came to life. There was no gentleness in her now as she bit, sucked and licked hungrily around the clipped nip and tiny bell. She even took the whole bell into her mouth a few times. The sensations of pain and pleasure coursed through Sue's body like a wildfire burning its way steadily downwards towards her highly volatile pussy, now aching to combust.

Sore, Sue wished Maya would switch to the other nipple. A second later she did. Sue thought about what it might be like for Maya to bite a little harder, and she did--only to release a second later when Sue decided that it hurt too much. The scientist within Sue noticed the pattern, woke up, and went to work gathering evidence. She experimented by giving several other mental directions in order to eliminate the possibility of coincidence. She thought about Maya kissing her cleavage on the yellow and black laser targeting marker, then licking and blowing on her nipples...flicking a bell with her tongue...teasing the other nipple with her index finger...kissing the black and yellow marker over her slit...kissing--yes, why stop there? Then, a minute or so later, the big one, she thought about Maya stopping to release her...no response. Apparently, there was a limit. Nevertheless, Maya's responses had been telepathic. Bound and completely unable to speak, there was no way for Sue to communicate by any other means.

Logically, the results of her experiments were undeniable, though scientifically, they were unprovable. Thinking of the implications, Sue once again felt a chill run up her spine. Could the mind really be capable of telepathy? Is that really what happened? Current scientific knowledge had no proven precedent, but most ancient people believed in such possibilities; nevertheless, she wasn't ready to believe some occult or supernatural capacity had been tapped. In ancient times, they would have attributed it to the work of the gods, but Sue just couldn't believe in miracles--despite the lack of empirical evidence. There had to be something she was missing. If she could just concentrate, she might be able to piece everything together, but its hard to do scientific analysis when you are close to the point of no return on your seventh climax in so many hours.

Her clit was receiving little direct stimulation even though the phallus within her was throbbing forcefully. It felt like a man was pumping her full of cum--at least how she imagined it might feel. The throbbing, accentuated by the regular thrusts of the robot arm, seemed to radiate through her body. The throbbing continued to grow and grow as her climax originated from deeper within, a full vaginal orgasm. As her pussy exploded with pleasure, her body twitched uncontrollably against her bonds, as if trying to dissipate the energy. However, the confining tightness of the straps and corset reflected any outwardly directed energy back towards her vagina like ripples of water bouncing off the sides of a swimming pool. The ripples rolled back and forth increasing in amplitude and growing in strength. Sue would have cried out in ecstasy and strain, if able. Instead, the nipple bells rang out the proclamation and announced her climax. Thirty-six jingles later, just as she thought she could take no more, the spasms started to ebb, ever so slowly, until the bells fell silent again.

Sue's head spun, and she felt faint as the last spasms faded. A dreamlike quality pervaded everything. Suddenly, she was kissing someone--a man based on the facial stubble and smell of cheap aftershave. She could feel his rough, calloused hand slide up under her skirt to grab the left cheek of her ass. He squeezed and fondled it possessively while his other arm held her close at the hips, drawing her in so that her breasts pressed against his chest. His movements to lift her skirt higher caused her to struggle for balance in her high heels, but he kept her from falling with the strength of his embrace. Sue heard something that sounded like words, then she pushed him away with her hands. He reluctantly released her as if to see what she was going to do next. When Sue looked into the man's face, she wanted to vomit. It was her skeevy, voyeuristic landlord.

What the hell? The vision faded, and she found herself back in the boiler room shaking her head, trying to clear the images, while Maya, oblivious to what happened, was still going to town with her tongue. The vision seemed so real for a minute there. Her ass even felt freshly groped. Stunned, she searched for an explanation. The telepathic link with Maya could be small potatoes. There could be something much more significant going on with her mind. Regardless, the whole thing was disturbing. So much so, that she wanted to pretend it never happened for the moment; it was just too much to think about. Thankfully, the clarity was fading quickly, like a dream after awakening--as if it never happened--which it didn't. Did it? 

Maya had been playing with her the whole time. She started to toy with one of the nipple bells, flicking it to make it jingle then tugging at it, while she teased the other clipped nipple with her tongue and teeth. The pain was harsh enough that Sue caught her breath. At the same time, the constant movement of the phallus was starting to hurt. Her vagina was starting to get dry, and her muscles were sore from straining against the thick penetration.

Looking miffed, Maya stopped her sexual exertions and got up from the robot arm. Even in the dim light, Sue could see that the crotch of Maya's jeans was soaked through, and her legs were wobbly as she went to the small shelf beside the robot console. She seemed to have been close to orgasm herself yet still had the same cold-eyed robot look. What is she really feeling? She dutifully returned with Sue's big bottle of lube, and firmly spread Sue's labia with her fingers (ow, ow, ow), inserted the squeeze pump spout as far as it would go (more ow, ow, ow), then administered several strategically placed squirts up alongside the phallus (shit! cold, cold, cold). Sue had no doubt at all about Maya's ability to read her mind now, but, evidently, that mind reading did not include Sue's desire to stop.

Sue couldn't help feeling like she had been serviced like a machine. Maya, her zombie mechanic, left her feeling much better "under the hood" after the seven orgasm re-lube using the pump bottle grease gun. Here I am racked up at the service station, dip stick inserted. High beams on. Motor running. Working parts repacked with grease. Haaahhaa! Sue knew she was getting silly, perhaps delirious, but it helped her cope. Before working at the museum, she could barely imagine three orgasms in the same day. That felt like years ago. Nine orgasms was still like running a marathon in terms of physical endurance, but such levels of sex did not seem completely absurd and terrifying to her like they once did. Was the responsiveness of her body a new level of conditioning or a temporary holdover from the alignment business? Both possibilities were cause for concern.

She was hungry, thirsty and very tired as Maya herded her towards the finish line of her sex marathon, but the thirst was the worst. Maybe that should be the next experiment? She concentrated on how much she wanted a drink. After a couple minutes, Maya stopped her attempts at personal satisfaction a second time, and went back to the console for the sports drink. Despite the zombie poker face, Sue thought Maya seemed angry as she worked the straw around the gag. Amateur. Try some real pleasure and denial sometime. Sue couldn't help but to be amused. Though now warm, the sports drink was still incredibly refreshing. She kept thinking, "all of it, all of it." Maya did indeed keep going until Sue drank the rest of the bottle. It could have been coincidence though. Experiment inconclusive.

As Maya renewed her attempts at dual gratification, Sue's mind kept working. If Maya's tattoos indicated she was marked as a slave, then who was she a slave to? Her first thought was that she would be a slave to the Nuymean gods. That would be the expected context with most ancient cultures. The Nuymeans were definitely unconventional, though, so it could mean something else. Maya had responded to her wishes, but not all of them. Wouldn't a slave obey regardless? Maybe her interpretation of the glyph was off. She needed a closer look.

Sue wasn't sure how Maya's own sexual satisfaction had slipped into the training rite, especially if she was controlled by something...or someone. Perhaps I'm supposed to enjoy Maya's behavior? Or...maybe it's a test? Maya adjusted her position briefly. Oh, oh, oh, do that again. Maya obeyed. She shimmied back up the robot arm close to Sue, tightened her legs around the metal supporting her, somehow keeping her balance, and wedged the vibrator between them both--right on target. As Maya ground against the vibrator for them both, Sue grew more and more frustrated that she was not able respond in kind. To make matters worse, Maya never seemed to stay where it felt best for more than few seconds. She must be doing it deliberately.

Sue tried to telepathically instruct Maya to the precise place she wanted the vibrator, but it wasn't really working. There was too much of a delay, and it was too hard to formulate the directions. Her attempts just seemed to confuse Maya. If only she could speak and tell her to...oh! It was one of those eureka moments. Now she knew the real reason for silence. It wasn't about ritual, sanctity and reverence. It was about power and control--more than just the typical implications of domination and submission with gags. Much more. Perhaps the actual power to command someone was being suppressed. Who knows what commands I could give Maya if I could speak?

Once again, Sue's body was surprising her with what it was capable of doing. She grew more and more heated by the minute, but Maya was way ahead of her. Sue heard her breathing hard and making little grunting sounds of enjoyment as she pressed her chest into Sue's and leaned in close to nibble playfully at her ear. The pressure from Maya's boobs was painful against her clamped nipples at first, but the pain was well worth the accompanying silence it brought as the bells were muffled under soft flesh.

Maya's warm breath tickled, just a little, against Sue's neck, yet it was the last bit of sensory overload needed to make Sue cum. The climax was not profound, yet there was a feeling of interconnection and intimacy with Maya that changed the whole experience and more than made up for it. Sue felt fucked by someone else. She felt made love to.

Maya kept working towards her own satisfaction, but Sue desperately needed a break from the vibrator. It was simply too much after her orgasm. Thinking about it had no effect. Sue couldn't tell if the telepathy was not reaching Maya or if it was being ignored. Maybe a change of approach is in order. Sue thought about seeing Maya naked, about how she wanted nothing more than to see Maya's luscious body completely nude, about how she wanted to see those beautiful, full breasts. Sue wasn't entirely insincere in those thoughts, some curiosity was behind it--even if she wasn't entirely sure how much of that curiosity was founded in her own insecurities and how much was about Maya's body.

Was that a hint of a smile? Sue wasn't sure. Regardless, Zombie Maya must have gotten the message. She backed off smoothly and seductively, stretching almost cat-like in the process...only to take her clothes off in routine fashion without any playfulness, teasing, or hint of the earlier Maya. Nevertheless, Sue watched anxiously as Maya's boobs were revealed with their already hard nipples. Her Trust in the Gods tattoo was clearly evident. Sue knew it would be there, but actually seeing it was reassuring. I'm not entirely alone in this. When Maya worked her tight jeans off, her boobs swayed back and forth. I can't imagine what being that big must be like. As Maya pulled down her thong, Sue's eyes were glued on her pussy--in the name of science.

The experiment worked, and Sue got a squinty, yet definitive, view of the Nuymean glyphs tattooed neatly above Maya's smooth, mound of intimate flesh. There could be no doubt, glasses or not. Maya was marked as a slave of the lowest status, but the declension of the glyph, indicated by a small symbol near the border, was not "of the gods" or anyone else. She was marked as a slave to herself, whatever that meant.

Sue's bi-curiosity was satisfied too, and she was confident there were no sudden realizations to be had, regardless of the intense reactions of her body. Yet even if the sight of Maya's body did not fuel her lust, her touch clearly did, and there was no avoiding that touch now that the invitation had been sent. "No" and "stop" were demonstratively not in the vocabulary of Nuymean telepathy tested thus far. As Maya moved in close, her blank expression hid her emotions, but Sue was sure she could still feel affection and desire radiating from deeper within. At least part of the real Maya had to be there underneath.

Without hesitation, the now naked Maya returned to her position straddling the robot arm and pressed against Sue, chest to chest, pussy to pussy. The intimacy of their contact had an intense sexuality to it that caused Sue, in her nearly exhausted condition, to feel lightheaded for a moment. Whether out of concern or for her own reasons, Maya undid the gag and dropped it, heedless of where it fell.

The distinctive herbal aftertaste of the gag felt like it was stuccoed all over the inside of Sue's dry and sticky mouth. As she worked her strained jaw and struggled to moisten her somewhat numb lips with her very numb tongue, Maya planted a gigantic kiss on her. The fact that she was kissing another woman was not lost on Sue, but in the present moment, she also failed to see why the sex of the owner of the lips kissing her mattered. Instead, the connection to another person was a whole lot more important. Despite her distinct disadvantage in ability to react, she closed her eyes and tried to follow Maya's lead in their dance of tongues.

Maya pressed closer, and Sue felt the rounded head of the vibrator sandwiched between them. Her whole body tingled for a moment when Maya turned it on, at a slow, throbbing setting. With their bodies so tight, the vibrations were amplified by an order of magnitude and seemed to travel all the way up to Sue's neck. At the same time, the phallus continued its slow, scientifically impossible, movement from the inside. The combined stimulation was impossible to resist. This time she had wanted to take it easy and savor the pleasure, but there are no brakes on a roller coaster.

Maya stopped kissing and put her head against Sue's shoulder. She was clearly exerting herself and working against the vibrator with a fluid hip rolling motion. Sue knew it was a matter of moments before one of them would cum, but Maya was faster, and her reactions were surprising. Her whole body twitched violently as she came. The twitching stopped and started a few times, then she immediately backed off, taking the vibrator with her.

The sudden loss of intimate contact left Sue feeling angry, cold and abandoned, but Maya was only switching tactics. The robot's gripper claw formed a circle between its pincers as it held the Nuymean phallus. The circle was slightly smaller than the widest part of the tapered vibrator handle, making it a perfect holder. After unplugging and rerouting the cord through the gripper, Maya pushed the vibrator into place, head up, until it wedged tight. How clever. The angle of the claw positioned the vibrator head so that it lightly touched Sue's vulva and the base of the phallus at the same time, sending vibrations straight up the lusterite shaft. The nipple bells jingled merrily away in melodic accompaniment to the percussion of the vibator head rattling loudly the metal cock.

Without the gag, Sue was free to strain against her bonds all she wanted without fear of hyperventilation, yet all she could manage was to push and pull for a few millimeters of movement. The phallus inside her transferred even those slight movements to the robot arm which held it and indirectly to the vibrator. She could do nothing to evade its buzzing stimulation in the slightest. She was nearly ready to cum, yet Maya wanted more. She reached down and turned the vibrator speed up two clicks, then stepped over the arm to join Sue. She held the rack on either side of Sue's hips, legs together, and leaned back as she pressed her weight and pussy against the other side of the vibrator.

Sue felt her whole body tense as she started to climax. The tension turned into a series of powerfully throbbing contractions that radiated out from deep within her pussy clear to her feet and head. She couldn't help but close her eyes, arch her neck and point her toes (as much as the Nuymean heels would allow) in ecstasy. She couldn't tell if she was having a long orgasm with slow, powerful contractions or series of individual climaxes. Soon, however, her body was overdoing it. Her muscles started to cramp up, and the contractions were becoming painful. She was begging for them to end, and would have screamed if able, as one last exceptionally long, jaw-clenching contraction finally ended it.

When her body relaxed, Sue felt lightheaded again as she tried to catch her breath. The blackness of unconsciousness closed in from the sides of her vision, but when it met in the middle, she didn't pass out. Instead, she seemed to plunge towards the small remaining light in the middle of the wall of black. Once through the light, she was walking down one of the upstairs corridors of the museum, where the offices are. Her body was taller. Her high heels were lighter and clicked with a wooden resonance on the marble floor. She felt frustration and worry--actually, much more worry than frustration. Someone was with her, a man by the sound of his voice--even though the words he spoke seemed like a foreign language. There was a faint floral perfume smell that seemed familiar. Within seconds, she started to feel better, and both the blackness and the vision receded rapidly.

Sue blinked to clear the vision, wishing she could rub her eyes. As the room came back into view, she saw a rather puzzled looking Maya standing in front of her. The robot arm had been lowered, and the disengaged vibrator was buzzing away noisily.

"What the hell? What happened to my clothes?" said Maya.

Sue tried to answer, but her voice was not back yet. Maya shut off the vibrator and looked around, trying to get her bearings--and find her clothes. She obviously had no recollection of her activities as Maya the horny lesbian sex zombie. She seemed startled when she noticed the lingering burnt smell, so quickly checked the robot and supporting equipment, before shaking her head in disbelief at the inoperative control panel. Satisfied that there was no danger, she turned to Sue, but suddenly paused then turned towards the boiler room doorway.

"Did you hear that?"

Maya held up her finger for quiet (as if it were really necessary). Sue did manage to still her bells a few seconds as she listened intently, holding her breath, getting increasingly more nervous all the while. They heard running footsteps echoing in the cavernous main room of the annex. Sue started to panic, and long ingrained feelings of guilt and shame associated with sex and nudity shattered her emotional composure. I can't let them see me like this. I'm naked...helpless...legs open wide like a whore--I've got bells hanging from my nipples! All Sue wanted to do was run and hide. Instead, she may as well be in a display window. Look at me! As the footsteps grew closer, they seemed to go back and forth as if someone was searching. Sue couldn't help jingling the bells as she squirmed. Why should this turn me on?

Maya picked up her jeans and struggled frantically to get them on, sans thong. She dropped to the floor, then arched up on her back and tugged like mad while wiggling her hips--an obviously well-practiced technique. So that's how she does it. And they are as tight as they look. Just as she stood up, Cindy burst into the room breathing hard.

"Cindy! You scared the shit out of me!" shouted Maya. "You could have warned me, you know."

"Sorry, I was expecting you at the live-in suite and got a little twisted around looking for you," said Cindy to Maya's bare boobs, gawking openly. "Now I know why you weren't answering your cell phone."

"I wish I could say." Maya looked at Sue quizzically, with, perhaps, a dash of accusation. "Last thing I remember, I was at the console--and my clothes were on." Maya made no move to cover herself further while she looked around for her bra, showing a confident disregard for modesty which Sue envied. "Hopefully, Sue will be able to tell me what the fuck went on when she gets her voice back."

"Another blackout?" asked Cindy.

"I guess."

"I wished you'd get checked out. I don't care what Nuymean mumbo jumbo you think is the cause."

"Trust me. It's not a medical problem," insisted Maya.

Blackouts? Sue had a pretty good idea when at least one of those blackouts occurred; the missing piece fit nicely into the puzzle of recent events. Maya had to be the one who put the wooden crate back. But how did she know that Sue was stuck on the chair? Was she sent by someone--or something?

Sue wasn't sure what she wanted to tell Maya about her earlier behavior, or if the strange, compelling urge to tell the truth that affected her before would leave her any choice, but outing Maya's inner zombie didn't seem like a good idea. Everything Nuymean seemed to have a specific rationale behind it; Maya's inability to remember, no doubt, included. Slave to herself, what does it mean?

"Looks like you two went all Barbarella and out fucked the machine, whether you remember it or not," said Cindy. "The Eager Beaver doesn't look so eager now."

Maya wasn't amused. "It probably just shorted out somewhere. I hope it's nothing too serious after all the work Martin put into it."

Cindy sniffed the air with a disgusted look on her face. "My hair dryer smelled like that when the fan went. That's the smell of a dead motor."

"Looks like my cell phone is dead too. Weird. I just charged it last night. What time is it anyways?" 

"I have a quarter after six."

"Wow. Really?"

"When I saw how late it was getting, I picked up a veggie pizza on the way back. The roads were a little better," said Cindy.
 
"I'm pretty hungry now that you mention it. Tony's?"

"No, the place at the mall, Dominick's. I still get my mall employee discount there. I got some great prices on the clothes, including a couple lucky finds on the clearance rack. She'll look great."

"Plus it's a lot cheaper when you don't need shoes," Maya laughed.

Veggie pizza? Bleck. And I can only imagine what clothes she bought. Sue was tired of being left out of the conversation and of being treated like a child. She tried her voice again, but the words that came out sounded like baby talk.

"Looks like she's getting her voice back a little." Cindy watched closely as Maya finished getting dressed, as if taking notes--or sizing up the competition.

Maya winked covertly at Cindy. "Yeah, we should hurry. I want to get the chastity belt back on her before she can try to talk us out of it or whine too much."

Sue recognized Maya's twisted style of teasing, regardless of catching a hint of a smile. Yet since she was still strapped down, with the chastity belt the logical reason behind her continued helplessness, the attempted humor fell flat, seeming more gloat than tease.

Taking her turn at sardonic humor, Cindy came over to Sue, who, in her helpless state, interpreted a mischievous grin as a menacing smile and had to resist cringing. "I bet she'd much rather get these off first." Cindy casually flicked one of Sue's nipple bells with her middle finger, her grin turning to a mocking smile when Sue sucked in her breath from the pain. "I hope you're enjoying them a lot more than I did."

Fuck! What's her freakin' problem? Sue's nipple throbbed, but Cindy's attitude rankled.

Cindy flicked the other nipple with unveiled spite. "I still don't get it. What is it that makes her so special? It's not like it takes a PhD to get your brains fucked out. I could be the acolyte and she could study me."

Sue really hadn't considered why any presumed higher beings would choose her--or might not choose her--assuming someone, or something, even cared. It had been irrelevant. She thought of herself as a victim: everything changed after being trapped and impaled on the ancient chair. Nuymean culture would have deliberately selected candidates in ancient times; now, perhaps, any lonely archaeologist might come along and give it a go.

"She can read the book my Mother hid in the annex for one thing," said Maya.

"The pages aren't blank?" asked Cindy.

Wait a minute. Blank pages? What are they talking about? The book had looked entirely normal.

"Not to her," said Maya. 

Cindy was incredulous. "What did it say?"

"I didn't ask, but she was clearly reading it when I first arrived at the suite."

Sue felt that unnerving chill again: a book readable only by certain people was essentially magic, yet Maggie wrote it in modern times. She reasoned that it must be some kind of mental phenomenon. There was no physical difference between her act of reading and their attempts. She had just opened the book, and they all, apparently, did that. She hadn't even known that reading the book was something special. Ancient Nuymeans aside, uncovering the truth behind such phenomena is the kind of thing that scientists dream of. Now Sue was more anxious than ever to be free of the rack and to get back to her investigations. Come on girls, let's get on with it.

Cindy stared at the glyph tattooed on Sue's chest, as if considering it for the first time. Abruptly, she grabbed Sue's right foot and attempted to pull her shoe off.

"AAhheieey," said Sue (sort of said, that is, given the numbness).

Cindy was not gentle, trying all manner of pulling and twisting, short of inflicting lasting injury. Eventually, she seemed convinced that the shoes weren't coming off. "Sorry, I needed to do that. Someone has to be the doubting Thomas. Imagine what ancient people thought; these shoes would have been a miracle."

Or a curse, thought Sue.

"But not much proof in the age of super glue," quipped Maya.

"I can't believe you're so casual about this. We could be on the verge of the greatest discovery--ever!"

"Sue, could be on the verge of--"

"Ok, ok. But think about it. I don't care if it's aliens or this ancient religion shit you believe in, if any of this means there's something more, if it can be proved that humans are not alone..."

"I hope you're right. I think everyone hopes you're right. But keep in mind that we don't entirely understand what we're dealing with. For all we know, everything we've seen is leftover phenomena that only works because some ancient device happens to still have juice left in its batteries; its creators long gone. This could even be something purely human in origin. After all, the government has always shown a lot of interest. They could know more than they are saying, in theory."

"That's not what you think, though, is it?"

"No, but what I think means very little."

"Beliefs are more important than facts for a lot of people."

"And sex is more important than beliefs for others," countered Maya.

Cindy smiled. "I like that. Could be useful material for my psychology thesis."

I've always hated theology. Are they just about done? Sue's body was transmuting her frustration and impatience with Cindy and Maya into compulsive struggles against the straps and deepening lust. She had to come up with something; the idea of being forced back into the chastity belt was intolerable. While her supposed friends and allies were talking, Sue tried to telepathically influence Maya several times without a hint of success. I need another option. Should I fake being sick? She tried acting like she was about to pass out.

"Did you bring that first aid kit like I asked?" questioned Maya.

"What? Yes, Charlie had one of the bigger laboratory ones in the storage room. I left it up in the suite too."

"Good, it should have those ammonia inhalants they use for smelling salts. We might need them. I think Sue has had enough."

"Maybe we should unstrap her?" asked Cindy.

Yes! That's the idea. Sue let her head slump forward dramatically. Eyes closed in mock faint, she never saw Maya's finger flick coming. When her swollen clit erupted in stinging pain, Sue's head snapped up while a crackly, half-muted screech of pain accented the tinkling alarm of her nipple bells.

Maya said something, but Sue couldn't hear it over Cindy's laughing.

Unceremoniously, Cindy followed Maya's lead as she grabbed the rack and started to wheel Sue sideways out of the boiler room while Sue tried to come up with another plan.

"Wait. Is it safe to leave this Nuymean cock here?"

"What?"

"Over here. This monster," said Cindy, trying to pull the phallus out of the robot claw unsuccessfully.

"Holy hell. I didn't know Martin or Charlie loaded any of those in the machine, least of all this one. Just leave it for now, Martin will know how to release the gripper."

Sue's eyes widened as she watched her clamped, protruding nipples barely clear the door frame as she was rolled sideways out onto the exhibition floor of the annex, each little bump jingling the bells in accompaniment. Outside the boiler room, the air was so much colder that Sue felt like she was being rolled into a refrigerator like a rack of meat. She tried to complain, but only the "c" in "cold" and "k" in "fuck" came out clearly.

Cindy started to hum "Jingle Bells" while they rolled Sue across the floor. 

Maya laughed. "Stop it! You're so bad." 

Sue, begrudgingly, found it amusing too, but nowhere near as funny as Maya and Cindy. AC/DC, "Hell's Bells," would be more like it. She would have tried to hum it, but couldn't really remember the melody.

As they wheeled her closer, Sue could see the ancient metal parts of the Viking chastity belt laid out on the table along with the ridiculous, industrial padlock. Maya pressed the foot pedal to lower the rack and lock it in place.

"I can't believe women were forced to wear shit like this," said Cindy. She fingered the vaginal shield on the table, fascinated, as if petting a snake, uncertain if it might strike. 

"Back then, it was, most likely, a voluntary thing to prove loyalty," said Maya. "Chastity belts in ancient times were more myth than fact."

"This one looks like the real deal, though. Thick, solid, freakin' steel. But I still don't get how the belt works," questioned Cindy. "I mean, I understand how the belt would hold this metal dildo in place and keep her locked up, but I don't get how it's supposed to protect the guys."

"Phallus, not dildo or cock. What kind of scholar are you?" taunted Maya.

Cindy stuck her tongue out at Maya. "Phallus schmallus. It's still just a metal dildo if you ask me."

"Try saying 'dildo' on the next school tour of the Nuymean exhibit."

"OK, I get it, but you still didn't answer my question."

"I don't know why it works, but the lack of sexual access blocks the effects of alignment caused by the lusterite phallus."

"Oh, yes, that whole thing--if you say so. I still don't get what it's about. How much longer is it supposed to take? The alignment thing?"

"It took me a few more days than this. Alignment is hard to explain, but a potential priestess will have a kind of sexual awakening that's very powerful. She attracts the sexual power of the Nuymean gods. Her body and that energy have to find a balance. Until then, all that energy can do some pretty strange things."

Sue didn't need a few more days, no matter what Maya thought. Without a doubt, she knew she was aligned, or whatever--they can make up whatever name they want for it. Something had definitely happened, and her body was far from normal, but it didn't feel out of control anymore. That confusing, raging, and wildly hormonal feeling was hardly noticeable now. Exhaustion aside, she felt better than ever. She felt charged with sexual energy from head to toe, yet it was more than that: her thoughts had a lucid, rapid quality; pain felt different--the pain of the evil nipple clips was starting to feel more stimulating than painful; even the relentless embrace of the leather corset was starting to seem comforting--perhaps reassuring is a better word. She knew that she had progressed way ahead of Maya's presumptions of alignment and its effects, and well past the point where the chastity belt was necessary, if it ever had been. She questioned, more and more, just how much Maya and the others really understood about Nuymean training and what she was going through. It seemed more superstition than anything else.

Sue's emotions were jumbled, so much had happened, but she could feel her mind coming together now too--call it alignment if you want. She knew psychologists disagreed on how many basic emotions people feel, ranging from merely four to over seventeen. Synchronistic with Nuymean numerology and the sacred nine, she had her own definition of nine basic emotions swirling in her head: fear, anger, happiness, contentment, relief, shame, pride, surprise and, the queen of them all, lust. She embraced each one, facets of herself and reactions to circumstances that were easy to accept. Acceptance was the key. How could they possibly understand? It was time for her to control. They could argue their theology later.

Sue's favorite Nuymean phallus was still on the table sitting in a puddle of fluids, like a used bar of soap sloppily set aside after washing. Seeing it made Sue realize that Maya was unaware of the zombie-making Nuymean Bokor and the vodou spell cast by lusterite, lust and cunt. It gave her an idea. But will it work? The key has to be inhibitions and what people really want to do--I better be right about Cindy.

Sue winced at the touch of cold steel as Maya lined up the waist portion of the belt, then, once satisfied, reached for the phallus. Sue held her breath apprehensively. Her plan would require precise timing despite the unavoidable sensory distractions--including an energy infused lust so volatile that it was already rising. As Maya pushed the phallus home, Sue saw the change. Just as she thought, the phallus inside her was the catalyst: Maya's eyes lost their spark and diffused to glassy zombie eyes. The Bokor had cast his spell; now, could she cast hers?

The thrill of being penetrated almost broke Sue's concentration, and she nearly came, but her adventitious training kicked in; she was able to manage her reactions and shelve the intense desire and burning lust she felt, yet as the shaft of cold metal warmed inside her, she knew that the strength of her willpower and ability to concentrate would not last long.

Maya held the phallus in place with her upturned palm as she reached for the other half of the Viking belt one-handed. Sue knew that looking at Cindy might break her concentration, so she kept her focus entirely on Maya.

Maya suddenly forgot the belt and started to move closer for a kiss; the desire to do so rapidly becoming an all-consuming need. Message received. As she acted on her telepathically encouraged desires, Maya's hands strayed from their original duties. With a metallic clatter, the waistband popped open and the belt fell to the floor. Sue attempted to tighten her vaginal muscles to hold the phallus in, but it was far too heavy. Even as it fell, the uncanny gaze in Maya's eyes shifted, and Zombie Maya was gone, the spell broken.

When the phallus bounced off the hard tile floor, leaving a chip in the marble, it rang out like a tuning fork, just for a second, yet the clear note was unmistakable. Why would it be tuned like that? Sue knew it had to be important, another of those small details she would not ignore. Tuned metal vibrates at specific frequencies...could it be?

"Doesn't the rack lay back flatter?" suggested Cindy. "It would make things easier."

Maya nodded and started pumping a lever on the side of the rack. With each pump, Sue tilted further backwards until she reached the 32 degree limitation of the rack. The new angle was neither upright enough nor flat enough to be comfortable. It made her feel off balance and all the more helpless.

Cindy picked up the fallen items and handed Maya the phallus. "That thing could break a toe."

Maya automatically looked around for something to clean it with, then eventually wiped it with the corner of her shirt after finding nothing else suitable. "I wonder if the five second rule applies?"

Sue grit her teeth as Maya proceeded with the detestably dry phallus. Working it in and out, a little more each time, Maya made sure it was slick with Sue's natural lubrication before firmly pushing it all the way in. Regardless, Sue didn't appreciate the difference in coefficient of friction and wished for lube, but quickly suppressed the thought. The last thing she needed was for Maya to leave to go find some.

This time, a new approach was in order. She concentrated on her redildoed pussy (which was rather easy) and how much she wished someone would caress it, kiss it, treasure it. Sue never saw Maya's face or the zombie eyes return, but she did feel a greedy lesbian zombie tongue, right where a lesbian tongue is best, challenging her ability to concentrate. At the same time, Maya's fingertips never left the phallus.

With a deep breath and renewed willpower, Sue resisted Maya's skillful ministrations and lifted her head to see a puzzled Cindy holding the chastity belt. Maya's spontaneity seemed a little much for her. Perhaps Maya's expecting a threesome? Cindy opened her mouth as if to speak, but couldn't seem to find words.

Sue stuck to her plan: she concentrated on the chastity belt and tried to convey the thrill of being locked inside it--the strange frustration-induced lust from being unable to touch one's own intimate flesh; the raw emotion of waking up to discover a barrier of hammered Viking steel denying probing fingers.

Cindy was frozen in place, staring at the belt, perhaps intrigued, perhaps conflicted, perhaps considering. Sue wondered, rhetorically, if the chastity belt fit Cindy. Or is she too fat? Did she even know how to work it?

Cindy had been wondering too until her vanity demanded action, of course I'm not too fat!

The logical way to prove it is to try on the belt--isn't it? Sue fought down a feeling of renewed frustration, spiked with a double shot of envy, as Cindy kicked off her shoes (must be nice). She watched her closely, trying to anticipate each thought. Though her eyes remained unchanged, Cindy was clearly acting in response to Sue's telepathic communications. Holy hell, Maya is working the phallus with her fingers!

Cindy modestly turned to the side before removing her black tights and short skirt--trendy, but not-so-practical in winter. Lifting the belt, she marveled at the weight of the overly thick steel, then, without further hesitation, started piecing the belt into place. Is it supposed to be this tight? After sucking in her stomach a bit more, Cindy was able to close the waistband.

Anticipating Cindy's reaction, Sue continued, It should be very tight. It's a chastity belt after all. Yes, trying that other phallus would be a good idea (wherever it came from).

Cindy hesitated after picking up the extra phallus. Sue had no idea exactly what gave Cindy pause, so she tried to project horny thoughts. Perhaps raw lust could be transmitted across the telepathic connection. Whatever the reason, Cindy continued, after a further bit of apparent deliberation. All Sue could see was Cindy's naked bottom as she wiggled back and forth on her tiptoes, her legs spread slightly, to insert the cold metal. Sue wasn't sure if the resulting gasps were a reaction to the cold or the heat between Cindy's legs.

Cindy held the phallus in place as she lifted the front shield. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but it all seemed like a good idea. She wanted to show that Miss Smarty PhD hadn't done anything all that spectacular, and she wanted to show off how she could wear the belt without a corset to hold in her waist, but, most of all, the very idea of being locked up was making her horny as hell. 

Sue continued to project her thoughts, however weak or strong of an influence they were. It's bound to be a little uncomfortable at first, don't you think? Locked? Of course. It isn't real if it isn't locked. It doesn't feel the same if you know you can get out. Yeah, the lock is big, but it fits doesn't it? CLICK. See?

Cindy started pawing at herself, feeling along the edges of the metal, pulling at the waistband, trying to get her fingers underneath the shield. Sue knew that feeling and that it would shortly lead to panic followed by an attempt to get the key--which Sue reasoned was in Maya's pocket since didn't see any key-shaped blurs on the table. Oh, that feels amazing. Sue's bells were ringing constantly as Maya steadily increased the pressure of her tongue.

"Oh my, it looks a little too tight. Maybe you should try walking? You might settle into it. Besides, walking is the real challenge anyways. On top of the penetration, the phallus shifts and moves from the weight, but I bet you still won't be able to cum. It's a bitch," said Sue, her voice returned, in an attempt to dare Cindy's vanity, play to her sense of competition and challenge her pride in her own sexual prowess.

"I don't think it's that tight." Cindy turned to look at Sue with bedroom eyes, no zombie gaze evident. With a careful, yet awkward, attempt at dignity, she managed to pick up her heels on the third attempt to bend down. Wearing just her blouse, high-heels and the chastity belt, she started to walk gingerly towards the far side of the room, past the sex maiden and on towards the Nazi vibrator table. About eighteen steps away, she stopped and swiveled her hips around to make some kind of internal adjustment before continuing. Soon Sue lost sight of her, presumably as she ducked behind one of the displays to cast all dignity aside. 

Maya's oral skills were undeniably good, generating a build up of sexual tension just beyond the edge of Sue's mental focus that was getting steadily harder to ignore. At the same time, the strange sexual energy had banished all feelings of fatigue. An orgasm was building. She could sense it there like a predacious feline, stalking ever closer, ready to pounce. After a particularly well-executed series of tickling tongue tip touches, her concentration slipped; Maya's little tongue rabbit twitched just right, and the predator pounced. It was all over--her whole body was caught in the mighty jaws of the orgasmic beast, primitive and wild, and racked with shuddering spasms, dozens of aching, delicious, little deaths. 

After it ended, Sue immediately realized her mistake. Now Zombie Maya, resuming after a pause, was already determinedly working on orgasm two of nine. Cindy would soon return to discover the source of Maya's blackouts and would be unlikely to fall for her simple manipulations again. She didn't want to risk losing Cindy's trust with lies, assuming she could even invent some. Trust in the gods. Yes, same answer, just a different question.

Somewhere around orgasm three or four, Cindy did return, sweaty and frustrated looking; her surprise at seeing Maya still pleasuring Sue barely masked with a quick smile. As she scanned the table, presumably looking for the padlock key, she was smiling and almost laughing. "You're right, Sue. This thing is horrible. I wouldn't have believed it was so bad."

"I bet you'd give about anything to cum?"

"Oh, I see where this is going," Cindy laughed. "I guess I have it coming."

"You certainly do, but before I decide what price you will pay," Sue teased. "I have one question."

"OK, what?"

"Did you really need to fuck my landlord?"