The Curator Ch 07

Chapter 7: A Horse of a Different Frequency

The time Sue spent on the horse folded into an endless cycle ranging between mindless sensation and being uncomfortably bound, waiting for the slightest change in sensation. Not quite a pain or pleasure situation, but it may as well have been given the effect it was having on her. She was at the mercy of the machines inside and outside her as they drove her up and down. One was just a relentless appliance motoring mindlessly along in its electrical duty. The other was a seemingly confused microprocessor constantly evaluating, adjusting data and trying again on its endless mission to find the perfect formula. The squid's reactions seemed to be affected by the vibrations of the saddle. She would hear a beep once in awhile from the remote somewhere near the floor, but could do nothing about it.

She tried to accept her situation like she did on the phallus chair, enjoyment versus useless resistance. Her body simply had these functions and responses. Nature wants her to enjoy sex so that she will do it again and again to get pregnant and reproduce. It's just that simple, a biological program for survival of the species: at least that's what she told herself.

Sue always believed in the supremacy of the rational mind. Her will should be stronger and she should be the master of her own thoughts despite her body. Whatever she thought wasn't doing her any good now. Her body was steered by the horse and her intellect was just along for the ride. There was no reining this horse back in. Resisting was like trying to fight hunger: your willpower could only last so long before you ate that pint of ice cream. She wasn't like Cindy. Overt sexuality was not part of her self-image or a quality she desired. She was a scientist and scholar, a woman of intellect and rationality. She did not resort to sex as a means to an end. She was the kind of person who could resist the hunger and starve herself to death if needed. The Nuymeans seemed to simply expect overt sexuality like it was an ordinary typical feminine quality. Why? Perhaps the answer was part of their test.

The nettle cream Charlie rubbed into her breasts and pussy was doing its job. Her swollen nipples were driving her crazy with itching and tingling sensations. The constriction of the twine loops further exaggerated the effect. She had learned to minimize her motion to avoid swinging the weights. Her nipples were slightly numb at this point from lack of circulation, but the numbness itself was also a stimulating sensation. Her breasts, as a whole, felt heavy and swollen. She had never thought of them as such an powerfully erogenous part of her body before. She was very conscious of how they were fully on display even though there was no one to see her, but mostly she craved touch. If only someone would rub her breasts, suck her nipples...it would be sooo nice.

Her legs were aching from the tucked position while her arms were getting sore from pushing to keep upright. She couldn't take this much longer and was nearing the point of exhausted collapse. The gag was a mercy in a way. Her jaw ached, but not having the option of speech did take away some of the potentially more embarrassing possibilities. The herbal anesthetic qualities of the rubber, if that's what it is, completely deadened her tongue and even affected her vocal chords as well. It was like a giant sore throat lozenge her tongue couldn't dissolve. She could make no sound at all other than breathing. She was sure she would have been screaming for help or begging for release long ago without the steadfast mouth plug. She suspected that Charlie and Martin knew that would happen and deliberately left her on her own. They were not there so they wouldn't be tempted to offer her any relief.

Sue had lost track of her climaxes. The flood of sensation was too distracting. The squid was in a 10 minute wait right now, but the saddle was ramping up again, like clockwork, to the next wave crest in the cycle. The vibrations created by the saddle were deep and throbbing. They put the vibrator wand she usually used to shame. She couldn't help squirming, yet again, with equal futility and equal resulting torment from the swinging weights. Even after so many repetitions, the urge was still impossible to fight. Her biological machine was relentless too, in its own way. In fact, she might be responding more strongly over time. It was hard to tell.

She wished the squid would engage. Without it operating, she didn't truly feel penetrated. When dormant, it just wasn't large enough to help her reach climax. Nevertheless, the persistent throbbing of the saddle was driving her up the ladder of arousal. She was already a little breathless. The warmth of the remaining hot lube still seemed to help restore her muscles between climaxes. The pressure of the cupped metal horn pressing firmly into her pubis was working the hood of her clit back and grinding her nub. The intensity was now too great for her to just quietly do nothing and she was starting to get a little frantic. She kept pulling at her wrists and straining to free her legs, pointlessly.

She knew the cycle of the saddle intimately now. It had a steady rise in intensity followed by a sharp fall only to start over again without the slightest variation. The first part of the cycle was very slow and the apex did not last long. She was nearing the end of a peak now and still a ways from climaxing. She missed reaching climax a couple times before under the same circumstances and it was maddening. It left her stuck highly aroused without enough sensation to go over the top. She was forced to endure a slow tease and cool down until the squid engaged or the next cycle of the saddle started. The sharp drop in vibration from the saddle was clearly intentional, and she hated the saddle designers for it.

She tried grinding her sex into the metal horn of the saddle for all she was worth before the peak ended, desperate to come. That did it. The orgasm started, but her world did not shake. The saddle was already subsiding before she was done. Sue wanted to scream in frustration, but still finished several light contractions. It was enough, technically. The horse slowly tilted back upright. She had her 9. Uneventfully, the metal bands retracted and her hands were free. Sue tentatively pulled a foot loose and it came free at last. Her legs were stiff and sore. She just sat on the horse, awkwardly hanging with no other support for her feet, waiting for her circulation to return to normal.

As she was recovering, the next cycle of the squid started with a slow vibe. The floor was just a blur without her glasses so she could only wonder what the remote said. It was down there somewhere. The head of the squid swelled and started pulsing like it was a beating heart. It felt amazing. Yet again, the squid had calculated some new technique to experiment with on her.. There was a separate sensation; perhaps one tentacle was feeling around.

Still, she had had enough so started to get off the horse. She found the foothold on the side of the horse she had used to get on. As soon as she lifted up and started to swing her other leg over the horse, a sharp electric shock from the squid ripped through her. It hurt like hell--like a bee sting to the cunt. She dropped back onto the horse to regain her bearings. She felt faint for a second like she was close to passing out. As soon as her ass was back in the saddle, the pain stopped.

She held there for a minute carefully assessing her predicament. Did she try to get off the horse again? Now she remembered the warnings on the remote before she dropped it, "Must remain in seated position until program completes." She was in ride mode still. Fuck, she was still trapped on the horse and would need to finish a climax while still seated.

There was no good position to sit on the damned thing without using the footholds. Without her feet locked in, they were just hanging and pressure on her crotch was heavy, almost painful, from the awkward position. She had already sat that way longer than she should. Leaning forwards towards the neck allowed her to keep her balance and not fall backwards but ground her vulva into the saddle plate. She knew better than to put her feet back in the holds. She would just need to wait it out. She tried to pull at the gag, but it was hopeless. She couldn't even get her fingers underneath the straps well enough to get a good grip. She would need to get away from the horse for it to release.

She turned her attention to the weights on her nipples, desperate to relieve herself of anything she could. The twine was just a blur, way too close for her uncorrected vision. The knots were too small and tight for her to loosen them by feel, especially with only one hand. She tried pulling at a loop, but they were tied with some kind of slip knot and the pulling just caused more pain. She tried working at them for a while, but her fingernails were just tearing up her nipple so she stopped. She was still shocked that Charlie and Martin had put them on her. They didn't seem to be playing domination games with her. They would probably have stayed or done a lot more to her if that were the case. They were trying to follow a plan with her. It was like they were coaches getting her ready for the big game. They didn't ogle her or grope her. She might even have called them respectful.

Neither of them had commented on the Nuymean glyph on her chest, but it was so obvious that she knew they saw it. They probably knew more about what it meant than she did. The training had a serious tone. They were preparing her for something. It was no use trying to figure it out now. She had to get the guide book from the annex and would need to talk with them.

Sue lifted the weight hanging from her left nipple with one hand. It felt like one of the brass weights used on a balance, probably one from right here in the geology workroom. She wasn't sure how many ounces it was but it was damn heavy enough! If it were any heavier she wouldn't be able to stand it. Immediately her lightened nipple reacted with pain from a slight return of circulation. She slowly lowered the weight and winced at returning constriction. She was trapped in a different sense now. She knew that no matter what she did, removing the weights would be painful.

The whole time she was trying to relieve her nipples, the squid was teasing her ruthlessly. The vibrations were just barely there. Enough that she knew she was still required to remain seated, but not enough to do anything effectively stimulating. It kept her strained muscles tensed and uncomfortable. She could practically hear the minutes ticking by at a snail's pace. Finally, the saddle started to vibrate slowly but deeply like it always did, right on schedule.

The squid started to throb with deeper vibrations too, but still continued to pulse its head, just at a different pace. It was almost like it was expecting assistance from the vibrations of the saddle. No...it was trying to synchronize with them! The squid was adjusting to match the frequency of vibration from the saddle. When it finally did, the sensation almost made her come immediately. It shook her whole body from her groin, pressed firmly on the saddle, up her spine, to the back of her neck. It didn't last more than a few seconds though. The squid moved its oscillations slightly off cycle from the saddle. The effect was brutal. The orgasm switch was flipped back to off immediately. It seemed to setup a third oscillation from the squid to the saddle horn and back. The frequency was too high. It just felt like her whole sex was quivering but unable to do anything else. Her electronic lover had tuned into the fingernails-on-the-chalkboard version of an oscillation. It forced her muscles to tense almost to a point of cramping without any eroticism.

The saddle continued slowly ramping up with faster and stronger vibrations, but in the meantime Sue felt trapped into her current level of responsiveness without the ability to change it. It was like orgasm constipation. She needed it so badly, but couldn't get it to happen. Even grinding into the horn didn't help her move up the ladder. It reminded her of white noise where one frequency is matched in an opposite wavelength to existing sounds in order cancel them out. The squid had found a way to hold back her satisfaction. Compared to the saddle's big motor, the squid was tiny, yet it was holding its own, locked in some kind of duel over the ownership of her pussy. She desperately wanted it to end so that she could, hopefully, somehow, finally, GET OFF THE FUCKING HORSE!

The quivering increased to the point where the sensation was starting to feel more like a relentless tickle. Sue wasn't laughing. She didn't want to experience this feeling ever again; it was that unpleasant. As the saddle continued its mindless ramp up, the squid sudden shifted its frequency to match closer to the same. It moved closer and closer to a unified rhythm. Her whole body shuddered immediately in reaction. The squid had timed the vibration to perfectly match the frequency of her own contractions while still accounting for the vibrations of the saddle. Her whole body vibrated like a guitar string with all resonances in unison.

She pitched and rolled back and forth on the horse then gripped it with her legs trying not to fall off. It made no difference to what she was feeling. Her body was under her control. Suddenly she felt the pressure of that single roaming tentacle. It stopped the seeming random searching and pushed straight to her G-spot. It massaged her magic button with a surgeon's precision. She shook to a spasm that ran from her toes to the top of her brow. The shudder ran up and down her body over and over again. For the first time, she felt her own juices squirting out of her vagina. Her nether lips were plunged in heat as the depleted hot lube was ejected in a final eruptive burnout. Sue leaned back in an arch of ecstasy, conscious of nothing but the pleasure throbbing through her. By the time she realized she was slipping, gravity had already won. Her flailing hands found nothing to grab. She fell backwards off the horse with a complete lack of grace but no lack of velocity. Sue lay stunned in pain and pleasure on the tile floor helplessly coming while the tentacle kept tickling her in that most right of places.