Part 4 -- Jenna gets levitated
The sign said Willard Industries.
It was a small warehouse in an industrial complex. Martin parked by the front door. Jenna re-dressed herself. They got out of the Mercedes and walk up to the door. Jenna opened it and they entered a small office/reception area. There was another door, marked 'Private.' Jenna turned the doorknob. The door was unlocked. They entered a workshop.
In front of them was a table floating in the air about one foot off the warehouse floor. There were black Velcro straps around each leg of the table.
To their right was a desk. Beside it was short man with uncombed white hair. He held a machine that was about the size of a mid-sized radio.
"Are you Professor Willard?" Martin asked.
"Yes, I am," he said. "But I'm too busy to talk."
He was absorbed in his work. He didn't look up.
"I just can't get the distance right," he said. "Watch what happens when I move the table further away."
Was he talking to them?
The table slowly floated further into the warehouse as if moved by invisible hands. Suddenly, it began to wobble in the air. Just as it reached the back of the workshop, the table fell to the concrete floor landing on its four legs with a thud.
"See. I just can't get solve the distance problem."
He put the machine on the desk.
Jenna was fascinated. She put her purse on the desk by the machine and walked over to examine the table, her heels clicking on the floor.
Meanwhile, Martin talked to the Professor.
"It's a levitation transmitter machine," the Professor said.
Martin introduced himself as a potential investor. He what to know all about the Professor's machine and how it operated.
"It's really quite simple," Willard said. "I levitate these Velcro straps with radio waves from the transmitter. Anything that's attached to those straps defies gravity. But the problem is that I have to be within twenty feet for it to work."
"Will these straps levitate anything?"
"Oh, my, yes. Tables, chairs, even a piano."
"What about a person?"
"Of course, as long as they're wearing the straps. But as I said, the person or object has to be within twenty feet of the transmitter."
"Show me. Levitate Jenna."
"Are you serious," she said.
"Do it, professor," Martin said.
Willard walked across the room and removed the four Velcro straps from the table that was now standing on its legs on the floor, just like a normal table.
"Put out your hands, my dear. This won't hurt a bit. As matter of fact, it'll be a lot of fun."
She looked at Martin, who nodded his head. She put out her arms.
"Please don't worry, my dear. I'm done it to myself, even though it's a bit awkward to float and work the dials at the same time."
Willard wrapped a Velcro strip around each wrist. He got on his knees and wrapped one around each ankle. He blushed when he saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She looked down at him and smiled coyly, an amused glint in her eye.
He escorted her back to the desk, where he got two additional straps from the desk drawer. He wrapped one around her waist and the other around her neck.
"You're all set," he said. "Put your arms straight up in the air as though you're reaching for the ceiling."
Jenna did so.
Willard picked up the levitation machine and turned a dial. Jenna gently rose into the air as though pulled by invisible wires. Her feet slipped out of her shoes that remained on the warehouse floor. She was about two feet off the floor.
He turned another dial and Jenna floated horizontally, face down, in a Superman position. She was about three feet above the warehouse floor.
"How do you feel?" Martin asked.
"It's the strangest sensation," she said. "It's as though I'm floating in the air, with no up or down. I can move my fingers and toes but not my arms and legs. I can turn my head, but that's it. I can't move anything else."
"There's no stress or pull on any of the muscles," Willard said to Martin. "I made sure of that. All of the bands work together to ensure that she floats comfortably."
"Let me try," Martin said.
Willard handed him the machine. Martin turned one of the dials. Jenna rotated ninety-degrees. Now, she was facing the ceiling parallel with the concrete floor.
"It's like I'm floating on top of the water," she said. "Except that I can't feel anything against my body. It's amazingly restful. I could fall asleep like this."
She was so comfortable and relaxed that she forgot that the purpose of her visit was to confront Willard about the $10 cheque that he forged into $10,000.
She was literally floating on air.
Another turn of the dial and she was vertical but upside-down with her feet in the air and the tips of her red hair touching the floor. The bottom part of her sundress now covered her torso. The Velcro band around her waist prevent the dress from completely falling off her body.
In this position, she was naked and exposed from her waist to her toes, albeit upside-down.
"Hey," she said. "Put me upright."
Instead of complying, Martin slowly turned her around in a corkscrew fashion.
"Oh, my," Willard said as he carefully examined her pussy and ass as she gently rotated in a circle in front of him.
Martin turned the dial again and she was back to being parallel to the floor, facing the ceiling. Her sundress was bunched at her hips.
"Can I separate her arms and legs?" Martin asked.
"The two dials at the bottom," said Willard.
Martin turned one dial and Jenna's arms moved apart. She was now in a T-position with her arms straight out.
He turned the other dial and her legs separated.
"What do you think you doing?" she protested.
She was now floating in the air, with her arms outstretched away from her body, her legs extended as wide as possible, without any underwear, wide-open and defenseless.
"Oh, my," Willard said again.
She was totally exposed before two men, one of whom she met yesterday, and the other a half-hour ago. She was mortified, embarrassed, and humiliated at being in such a vulnerable position, while also thrilled, excited, and incredibly turned-on to be openly displayed.
In the car, she'd decided when and how to expose herself. Now she was no longer in control. She was a slave. An abject creature subjugated to Matin's whims and the power of Willard's machine.
"What happens if someone gets between the machine and Jenna?"
"Nothing. It's all radio waves."
Martin put the transmitter on the desk and walked over to Jenna.
He stood between her open legs. They were at the height of his chest. Martin pushed her dress up to the Velcro belt around her waist. He rubbed his knuckles along her narrow strip of closely trimmed pubic hair.
"Stop that," she said.
"Quiet," he sneered. "Remember our deal. You're to do everything I say, and right now I'm telling you to shut up while I test the limits of Willard's machine."
She tried to wiggle away but couldn't. The Velcro straps were holding her in place. Immobile. It was no use to struggle. She might as well relax and let him fondle her.
He ran his fingertips back and forth across her mons, letting his hands follow her natural curves, teasing the edges of her labia.
She didn't want to admit it but was enjoying his touch. She closed her eyes and relished in the stimulation he was causing in her pussy.
Willard watched in fascination at what was happening to her. The relaxation of her body. The smile on her face.
Martin told Willard to raise her up. When she was parallel with his face, floating on her back with her cunt inches from his face, he said, "Stop."
She could feel his breathe on her pussy. She kept her eyes closed in anticipation of his touch. Would he lick, stoke, probe?
He moved closer.
Her legs were as far apart as possible. Her pussy was wide-open at the level of his mouth.
He gently kissed her outer lips. He concentrated on the area around her clitoris. His tongue teased her pussy lips, stroking them, slipping between then. His touch was delicate. He probed her inner folds and clit with reptilian slowness, arousing her in a most delicious way.
She was becoming wet with anticipation.
His hands cupped her ass cheeks, spreading them wider. His index finger rubbed her sphincter as his tongue darted into her pussy lapping her juices.
She bit her lip to stifle a loud moan. No one had ever roused her quite like this before. The touch of his tongue on her clit shot jolts of electricity throughout her body. She was on fire, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of bring her to a climax. She wanted to show that she was in control. She wanted to hold out. She wanted to wait. But she couldn't. This man could really lick pussy!
