Chapter 16: Invention
The industrial robot in front of Sue's spread legs was...formidable. Her eyes were glued on the intimidating black rubber cock in front of her. Maya took her glasses so any closer and it would be a hopeless blur instead of a rough outline. A pincer claw held the cock upright at a suggestive angle. The thick girth, black nubs and clitoral stimulator showed it meant business. Yes, intimidating was definitely one word for it, exciting was another. She had never had anything like that up inside her that's for sure. She didn't see any lights on the control panel. Is the robot on? She relaxed for the moment. The cock was more a threat than an eminent attack, then, but she was not convinced.
Positioning sensors, cameras, probes, and a red sighting laser were mounted around the end of the arm behind the three metal fingers of the pincer. The laser was sighted low. She couldn't see it, but she suspected its red dot was aimed right at a rather delicate and sensitive target. At the back of her brain, alarm bells went off. This was too much. Her inhibitions may be compromised, but she knew this was beyond her limitations. She suddenly didn't like this game. Maya's face had a scary mad scientist look to it that caused Sue to get a chill of fear despite the warm boiler room air.
The Eager Beaver 250F was mounted and braced on a wide steel floor plate. She couldn't tell if the plate was bolted to the floor, but it probably was. Hydraulic hoses and cables ran from the robot arm into several different industrial looking devices, motors, pumps and computers. This thing was definitely welding car frames at one time, a half dozen faded decals on the tired paint of the supporting machinery were from automotive companies.
An area around her and the machine was marked off on the floor with black and yellow striped tape. Now she understood why Maya had strapped her to the rack so carefully and so tightly. That thing was built to work with steel, not flesh and bone. Any contact could seriously injure her or perhaps even kill her. She was bound and positioned for some precision robotic attention, but she was also strapped down for her own protection. She wished she could just laugh it off as a cruel joke, but she knew otherwise.
Maya was sitting on a tall chair outside of the marked area, behind the control panel. She turned a key at the upper left corner with one hand and pushed a recessed button that had a protective metal guard with the other. A loud array of sounds started up immediately, but soon died down to leave behind only the sound of some cooling fans and faintly humming motors.
Maya's excitement was evident. "Not surprising that we had to wire it up in here near the main electric panel is it? You'll be amazed at how precise this thing is. It looks big and clunky, but it can easily pick a flea off a dog. Are you ready to see how well it can fuck?"
Sue panicked and her eyes shot straight to the cock in front of her. When she looked back towards Maya, she could see her grinning ear to ear.
Bitch.
It was just her way of reminding Sue that she was gagged and helpless.
"You can thank Marty for this one. It was a pet project of the late robotics expert George Englevol. His family donated quite a few prototypes and one-of-a-kind models. As usual, most of them went into storage and
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. A few of them were a bit naughty, in a genius, mad scientist, sexual deviant, kind of way. You'd hardly know it though by looking at the machines themselves. I'm sure his family didn't know what they were donating. Dr. Martin managed to get this one transferred to his department classified as 'Rock sample processor, non-functional.' The man knows his bureaucracy."
Maya hit a button that started blinking immediately. Several others followed in sequence on the control panel. The arm retracted and spun, 180 degrees away from Sue, in one smooth, very fast, motion. It moved towards a low metal bin with high protective sides, and gently placed the rubber cock inside, out of sight. Sue desperately wanted to know what else might be hidden inside. The arm then spun back around facing her with the pincer claw up. An orange light lit near a sign with the some blurry words over a gray air tank. Between her bad eyes and the faded paint, Sue could only make out that the first letter was an "S." Maybe for "Safety" or "Stopped?"
Maya cautiously crossed the black and yellow tape to a small machine that looked a bit like a small vacuum cleaner. She untangled a cable and unhooked some kind of short metal tube about the diameter of a vacuum cleaner nozzle.
"This thing is only a few years old, but the technology still can't figure out nipples on its own."
Maya pressed the end of the tube against Sue's chest, low in the "V" of her cleavage, below her Nuymean tattoo. She pressed a clear button on top of the device. The button blinked red and Sue felt something warm on her skin along with a weak suction. Maya let go and the tube stayed in place.
What the hell?
She started to pointlessly struggle again. This could not be good. In less than a minute, her breath was wheezing through her nose from the exertions.
"Calm down Sweetie, just a little calibration. These markers are like those yellow and black circles on crash dummies. You know what I mean? A plus in the middle with black and yellow checkered quarters? The robot uses them to find its bearings."
Somehow it wasn't very reassuring to Sue that she was being intimately mapped. If the first circle was low in her cleavage, where would the other ones go?
"Stickers can fall off, so they use some kind of sweat-proof thermal ink instead. It just takes a few seconds to bake on."
Maya noticed Sue's alarmed reaction and smiled. Not surprising that she didn't like the idea of baked on marks. Maya decided that she was going to wait a few days before telling Sue that they can easily be removed with acetone. She can enjoy her little souvenirs for a while. Besides, the most important one will be under the chastity belt anyways.
After the light stopped blinking, Maya removed the tube. Sue could see a round yellow and black blur, but that was it. The angle was too steep a slant even without her visual limitations. Maya checked the marker and seemed satisfied. "That isn't coming off anytime soon."
What the hell?
Maya seemed to be in full blown professional mode now. The artist and cosmetologist in her coming out, but she changed tactics. Next, she knelt slowly, cautious of her knees on the hard floor, in front of Sue's open legs, to place the end of the warm tube directly above her slit. The bottom edge was as close as she could get it to the apex of Sue's opening. Sue would like to have denied that the warm ink baking onto her skin was erotic, but in truth it felt very intriguing.
Maya kept at it. Each bicep got a marker on the front, facing out. Each thigh came next, a bit high on the inside, but Maya was careful to position them precisely; her steady hands serving her well.
After double checking the markers, Maya picked up two pairs of safety glasses with red lenses. "I would have just put your blindfold back on, but I know that you want to see everything for the sake of science. Watch carefully so you don't miss anything."
Sue never thought of Maya as an obnoxious tease before, but she was starting to think that way now. Maya put one pair of glasses on Sue then put on her own pair.
"Don't look into the laser."
Maya picked up what looked like a TV remote short a few buttons, then reached for the robot arm. She grabbed a handle near the head of the robot and started moving it towards Sue. The whole arm seemed to respond and track under power. Maya guided the red dot straight to the marker in the middle of Sue's cleavage and kept going until a small rod projecting from near the laser lens touched the middle precisely. A soft beep from the console echoed between the concrete block walls of the boiler room. Next, she did each of Sue's nipples, then the arm and thigh markers as well as the base of her throat and each of her major joints. The whole time, Sue felt an increasing dread, but was still more anxious to get on with it than anything else, excitement overcoming fear.
"This is my favorite part."
Maya set aside her safety glasses then knelt in front of Sue's open legs again.
"There are probably other ways of doing this, but I like this way most."
Sue was repulsed a little when she first felt Maya's tongue teasing her outer labia. She really had never figured Maya as gay before. Maybe she was bisexual? Either way, Sue had never had any interest in sex with other women. The thought of being taken by a cock inside is what made her start juicing in her panties. Wait, no, Maya wasn't bi. That's why she could not be a Nuymean priestess. How simple. The Nuymean gods are all heterosexual fuckers. It's probably nothing more complicated than that.
She thought over what she had seen and read. The Nuymean people embraced all forms of sexuality. This was a simple matter of parts compatibility, especially if her suspicions that having sex is part of the final trial. One thing Sue realized for sure is that you better enjoy a cock filling your cunt if you want to be a Nuymean priestess. Truly, enjoyment should be part of enlightenment. A priestess would have to enjoy what she was doing, eventually. Sue was learning that. Again, the acceptance. Being part of things, but more. Embracing them, enjoying them and being aware of it all: those are the key factors. She needed to teach herself to enjoy.
