stimulation from the little warts and not-so-little dildo built into
the suit. Occasionally, the vibrations in her breasts and crotch would
come alive, apparently at random, intensifying the sensations beyond
belief.
They never lasted long enough for her sensitive breasts or clitoris to
become numb. Every time, they shut off after what felt like a few
minutes. Periodically, she felt the water rushing into her ass, and the
pressure would swell in her belly, exaggerating the apparent size of the
dildo as she slid down onto it.
At first, she had thought she might at least keep her presence of mind
by counting orgasms. She knew that she had never before had more than
four or five in a row. The tactic had failed, for she had lost count
somewhere around twenty, and since then had alternated between a mindless
state of wanton lust and shuddering release. Her satiation was always
short-lived, however, as the insidious drug that Mr. Dodds had given her
turned her bloodstream into a maelstrom of churning hormones, trapping
her body in a vicious cycle of desire.
Every few minutes, her head would clear slightly, and she would succumb
to the intense vibrations and slippery caresses of her prison. Then,
after a few minutes, (and perhaps an orgasm or two), she would experience
a soft buzzing in her head and extremities, and a fuzzy feeling would
envelope her, relieving the insistent stimulation of the aphrodesiac,
allowing her to relax for a few precious moments.
Then the cycle would renew…
This went on for a while- hours? days? She had no way of knowing, and
half the time she was too distracted to think about the passage of time,
being out of her skull with sexual spending and exertions. After a
while, all personal thoughts of herself, her life and her loves, left
her. She became a single, living sexual organ, having only a simple,
mindless awareness of stimulation and release.
Eventually, after what seemed a lifetime of ecstasy, she perceived a
subtle change, the fuzzy feeling overtook her, and as she slowly gave
up consciousness, she realized dreamily that the rocking motions had
finally stopped.
-=*=-
Mandy awoke in silent darkness. Gradually, she became aware of her
surroundings.
Her world was no longer one of motion and unending sexual stimulation.
Rather, she felt warm, relaxed, and at peace even though, as she became
more aware, she perceived a vague ache throughout most of her body.
With an effort, she rolled onto her side, delighted that she could move
at all. Red shapes, symbols, swam into view. She stared at them for
some time before they made sense. The red digits of her bedside clock
changed from 6:27 to 6:28. She could see! Suddenly, the days’ previous
events came back to her. She was no longer imprisoned within the rubber
cocoon, nor being made love to by mindless sexual appliances. She
remembered now. She had been crazy, out of her mind with lust. It
hadn’t been a dream, had it? The ache in her crotch and in her abdomen
put the lie to that theory.
Dodds. She remembered Dodds coming to the house. He had done something
to her dogs. She felt a pang of worry that faded quickly. He wouldn’t
have done anything to harm them, she knew.
“He likes animals,” she heard someone say. The sound of her voice
startled her. She had been thinking aloud. She remembered that he owned
two gigantic Scottish Deerhounds.
She made to get up, to check on Charlemagne and Attila, but when she sat
upright, her head spun, and she fell back onto her pillow, exhausted.
God, I’m worn out, she thought. I’ll just lie here a moment, gather my
…End of the part86. To be continued..