The Curator

Chapter 11: An Upshift of Reasoning

Cindy never felt anything like this before. She fought the heavy straps desperately with no effect whatsoever. Despite being a regular at the gym, her arms were sore and she was completely out of breath in no time at all. The inflated gag made breathing through her mouth almost impossible.

Her emotions ran between complete frustration, extreme anger and mad excitation. The helplessness of being strapped down naked and spread open combined with the gag made her feel degraded and humiliated. For some reason, it also made her horny as hell.

She knew she was a sex object to most men. Few saw past the blonde hair, tight abs and big boobs. Normally she used it to her advantage, but this was different, so primal, so raw, so brutish. Bill had just done what he wanted to her with total disregard. No one had ever treated her like that before. She never even realized that he was really the one in control until he strapped her down. She was the one played this time. All along she thought she was leading him on to get what

she

had wanted.

Cindy felt like a captured wild animal; now the giant motor pressing down on her sex was taming her. There was no other way to think about it, no other way to experience it--no other way but to

feel

it. At least that was the way of looking at it which was the most thrilling to her.

The vibrations ran right up her abs and down each leg. It was the most intense sensation she ever felt. The anger and stubborn resistance she felt initially was fading fast to be replaced by desperation. It wasn't about her ego anymore. Soon it wasn't about pleasure anymore either. It was only about endurance. Enough was enough; she had had it a long time ago. She would do anything to be freed. It was too intense, too much to resist. She was broken.

The deep throbbing vibrations from the truly insidious Nazi vibrator continued to force orgasm after orgasm out of her. It was now a torture she wouldn't have believed possible. The feeling reminded her of needing to pee so desperately that you couldn't think about anything else, but in this case all she could do was think about the endless spasms of her sex and how to relieve them.

Finally Bill returned. She had no idea whatsoever how long he had been gone. She wanted to beg him for release, but the gag was effective. Her attempts at speech were not louder than the over 60 year old motor pressing down on her vulva like the engine block of a Volkswagen.

Bill held up her camera. "I guess you didn't figure anyone would be looking for it. You didn't hide it very well."

To her horror, Bill started taking lots pictures. Her sex was obstructed by the motor, but she was acutely aware of her naked breasts and her inability to hide her reactions as she continued to climax regularly.

When Bill set the camera down, she was hoping he would remove the gag or stop the motor. Instead he just stood there staring at her, watching her orgasm uncontrollably. She wanted to strangle him. His big stupid smile was absolutely infuriating.

"I think I know how you made it downstairs. Somehow you were able to get past the fire alarm on the emergency stairwell. It's easy to forget about it with it located at the end of the building like it is. The big question now is why you would do it. The magazine only paid three hundred; I found the stub too."

Bill paused again for what seemed like an eternity. Cindy could feel the vibrations shaking right up her spine. She could feel her arousal climbing relentlessly--again. Even her vision was blurred a little by the force of the vibration. She closed her eyes and tried to remember to breathe this time as she was nearing another climax.

Bill simply reached up and shut off the motor. Cindy wanted to scream. The orgasm was denied. Instead of being welcome relief, the lack of stimulation was its own new torture. She was left her on the brink and unable to climax. Frustration surged in her like an electric current with nowhere to go. She tugged at the straps trying to bring herself off, but it wasn't going to happen. Her hips were strapped down too tightly for her to rub against the motor effectively. She was forced to wait for her body to cool down ever so slowly. Even though the motor was stopped, it still seemed like her body was vibrating. Bill just stared some more with that stupid smile on his face. Bastard. He knew exactly what he did.

"See, more of a slut than you knew. That was setting number 3. It goes to 10." He paused to let that sink in and to wait for her to finish trying to say whatever it was she was trying to say. The inflatable gag was undefeatable. They hadn't changed in design much since the 70s for a reason by the looks of it.

"I'm going to take the gag out so that you can explain why you were submitting the pictures. If you don't answer me immediately, then I'll gag you again and leave you here for another half hour with the setting turned up to 5."

Bill paused as if he knew she needed a minute or two to think about it.

When Cindy nodded yes, Bill started to deflate the gag. The way she was acting, he started to think he might have been a little too mean to her--maybe not. She was a woman who played games where sex was just another piece on the board: this time she lost, maybe for the first time. Most of it was probably her bruised ego. She might hate him now, but part of her might be excited by being controlled herself. Bill told himself he was just the instrument of karma paying her back for all the times the tables were turned. Dozens of men probably would love to do the same thing to her. Bill had been enough of a victim of such women that now he was immune to Cindy's manipulations and could see them coming a mile away.

Refreshingly, Cindy spilled everything and was straight to the point.

"The truth must get out. People need to know that aliens have really been to Earth. It may have been hundreds of years ago, but it's undeniable."

Bill was taken aback that Cindy actually believed in the whole alien thing. He always understood how some of the evidence could be taken that way, but really? "Why does it have to be aliens? Modern people are so arrogant that they think they know more than ancient people. Why couldn't the artifacts be beyond our current understanding without being alien?"

Cindy didn't even pause as if to consider his argument.

"Did you see Sue's shoes? They have to be lusterite. How did she get them on? You really think a jungle tribe came up with these items and a whole system of beliefs around sex without outside influence? It just doesn't make any sense."

This was the on-going argument, nothing new. Still, Bill could see just how zealous Cindy had become. "Do you really believe aliens would take such an interest in human sexuality that they would make such artifacts, create a religion AND did not otherwise reveal themselves? Seems very unlikely don't you think?"

"You believe what you believe and I believe what I believe. The public should decide. It isn't right that this is hidden away. Scientists should be investigating and arguing this out until we find out the truth."

Now Cindy was actually making a small amount of sense to Bill, but he had to rein her in. "Society isn't ready both in terms of aliens and sexual repression. You can't even say 'fuck' on TV. It would all get out of hand. The government would get involved or it would all look like yet another hoax. That doesn't even take into account some of the religious groups. Everything has to be very carefully done. It does need some science. Science like Dr. Sue could bring to the whole thing."

Cindy hesitated for a moment, for the first time. "I know that it's a delicate matter. Sue seems to be open-minded, I'll give her that. It's been hundreds of years so a few more isn't going to matter. That's why I've been careful and slow with the pictures. Still, she isn't going to figure it out by herself. Other scientists need to be involved."

Again Bill was surprised. Maybe he hadn't seen far enough past the blonde hair and big boobs himself. It didn't help that Cindy plays the slut ever so well. "Let's do this the right way. Let's talk with Sue. Maybe there is a better way to do this instead of all the sneaking around."

Sue wasn't sure if Cindy agreed or not, but she was surprised either way. She would have never figured Cindy for caring about anything but herself. Still, it could all be another tactic from her. Sue just couldn't bring herself trust Cindy. She wasn't sure if Bill or Cindy was right, but it seemed like stronger influences were at work.

The distractions thrusting up into her were building. Sue was close to coming again. She squeezed her vaginal muscles as tight as she could to increase the stimulation, but they were getting tired like any other muscle pushed time and time again. She was slowly slipping; she was losing her last ability to do anything at all other than simply endure the clockwork phallus of the maiden constantly thrusting into her. She was completely at its mercy, just waiting, just hoping, for her body to finally orgasm.

For some reason, it didn't seem to matter to her. She was feeling some sort of detachment, a disjoint focus outside herself, like she was just watching. She didn't take it all very seriously. Somehow her imprisonment didn't seem to apply completely to her. There was no real risk to her predicament. There was not a real reason she should be concerned. Things had a way of working out if you trusted that they would. Why? How? Somehow it didn't seem to matter. She truly trusted that it would all end well. At last! The shudder of her body surged like some kind of nuclear energy. The orgasm went on and on. She might have blacked out, maybe not. It was hard to tell. She had no reference to judge time against other than the incessant ticking.

After a while, Sue's body stabilized. The minutes before were like some sort of detached memory. Her existence was suddenly a blur. Did it really happen? Yes, it did...

she thought

. It didn't matter to anyone besides her anyways. Now it was simply back to the thrusting--the relentless, ticking, clockwork-driven thrusting. The plate at the base of the phallus was starting to feel like a jack hammer, if she could only raise up a little. The story just went to the next chapter in her mind. Would the trapped woman get away? Will her mind be fucked to jelly? That's how it worked. One episode naturally led to the next, turn the page. Oh God, why was her body so traitorous? It was happening again. The slow steady build up, relentless and irresistible, was seizing her attention.

Bill leaned on the Nazi vibrator casually.

"You've been cooperative so part of me says I should let you loose now. Still, part of me is really pissed off at how you tried to use me. I'm not ready to move past it."

Cindy felt a surge of fear. "Honest Bill, I'm sorry. I just don't know any better. I've always had to manipulate people to get what I want. No one ever takes me seriously."

"That doesn't make it right and it doesn't sound very sincere. I think you'd do it again. Besides, I want to know just what setting 5 would really do. Aren't you a little curious yourself? Don't lie, I can tell."

Deep down, Cindy had to admit she did wonder, but she wasn't about to admit it. Her body reacted quite differently. Her nipples in particular responded.

"Like I thought."

"Please Bill, only 5 minutes. Just to know what it's like. Also, can you please cover up that awful swastika staring at me? It's just so evil. I get a chill just looking at it."

Bill nodded and then disappeared for a few minutes. Cindy saw him next near her head. He didn't put the gag back in, but started to slip a large leather blindfold over her head and buckled it.

"Nothing like a well-stocked fetish collection."

Cindy took a deep breath. The blindfold was definitely not what she meant. She started to protest when Bill interrupted her immediately. "Don't make me use the gag again."

Cindy decided to listen. She definitely didn't want give Bill a reason to punish her further and she knew he would. She waited anxiously in her new world of darkness when she suddenly heard the snap of the switch and felt the motor surge to life over her mound. It took her breath away. The vibrations were so much faster, stronger and deeper. She orgasmed almost immediately.

Sue watched Cindy's body jerk rigid when the vibrator was turned back on. Even more surprising than Bill's seeming callousness was Cindy's reaction. She wasn't screaming like a torture victim. Soon she was thrashing around like she was trying to escape, but the whole time she was moaning and grunting like she was in pure ecstasy. Sue dreamed of changing places with her.

Bill stood smiling for a couple minutes, just watching, then started to walk in Sue's direction. Sue simply watched; her detached feeling still in full force. Now she was recognizing that feeling. It was the feeling of someone in the early stages of their body giving out. Her own consciousness was drifting. She breathed steadily in coordination with the thrusting phallus. Each expansion of her lungs took effort. Each thrust was another tickle of sensation. The compression of the rubber panels was taking its toll. She had nothing left but to cling to life and breathe; get fucked, and watch what Bill would do while waiting for the next forced orgasm. It wouldn't be long until one of those orgasms caused her to black out, maybe not to return to consciousness.

As Bill approached, he looked all around at the maiden and its associated chains and levers. He clearly knew the clockwork was operating. As he got closer, she saw him break out into another knowing smile. He climbed up on the platform and looked directly into the eyes of the maiden. "I have to admire your passion for 'research.' I see that you have it working. I'd be interested in your scientific evaluation. I hope you found Cindy entertaining. I know I did. If you're nice, I'll hook you up to the Nazi vibrator too. I'm sure you'd love it."

For a short time, Sue felt nothing but horror. Bill finding her was one of the nightmares she feared most. She saw him looking at her folded up stack of clothes. He took his time looking around at the sex maiden while Sue just waited helplessly, wishing beyond hope that she could plead for release. When he was around front, she could see him look towards Cindy once in a while to see how she was doing.

"Another 10 minutes or so and I'll be ready to let her out. I hope she can still walk."

Cindy started yelling, "Bill! I can't take it anymore! Let me out now! Where did you go!" She seemed to fade off, interrupted by another orgasm.

"Still trying to give orders."

Bill leaned in closer to the maiden to speak into the ear.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't embarrass you in front of her. I'll leave you here. She'll never need to know. I, on the other hand, always knew you were a slut."

The way he laughed was a bit disturbing. Sue panicked. She struggled frantically trying to get Bill to realize she needed help. It didn't last more than a few seconds. She was again exhausted and breathless. Her energy and strength were tapped out.

Bill continued, "Charlie will be in for his shift in an hour or two. I'll let him know to come down and let you out." Bill paused. Sue wasn't sure if he was still there or not, then he spoke again, "Oh, and I love the bra. It still has small dimples from your nipples. Delightful."

Bill started to walk away, then moved back towards where the levers were, out of Sue's vision. The phallus started to thrust faster. The ticking of the clockwork was quicker.

Sue went over the edge. She wanted to kill him. How could he be so mean?

Slut.

Bastard! The anger combined with the frustration merged with the next thrust from the phallus. The orgasm throbbed on and on. It was too much for her body. Blackness closed in on her vision and she passed out as the last of the contractions finished.