If at this point you are still reading this story, and you wonder to yourself; What the fuck is with this chapter number, allow me to explain.
I started writing this story for a friend of mine on CHYOA, a site dedicated to choose your own adventure style stories, only then the adult kind. Since such stories allow for branching paths to split of into alterantive storylines or diferent sollutions to a problem, this can result in one chapter having several follow ups. This is the case here. At the end of the previous chapter, I found a good point to start branching into diferent routes and situations.
So chapter 7.1 is the continuation of what you already read, but 7.2 can be a completely diferent thing. Should you be interested in reading the story on that site, which has more chapters then I uploaded here, and makes for easier reading once the branching starts, here's the link.
https://chyoa.com/chapter/Pravum%2C-vigilante%27s-end.988010
Cheers, and thanks for reading. Hemelwijs.
As Ariel walked through the hallway towards the elevator, she passed an alcove. Inside the alcove stood a cylindrical tank made almost entirely from glass. The foot of the tank, as well as the top touching the ceiling, were made from the same indestructible metal used in most of the base's construction.
Inside the tank was a woman. She was held in place with her arms above her head, spread apart to about shoulder with the dull grey metal encasing her arms until just above her elbows. Her legs were similarly spread apart and encased to just below the knees. The woman was completely naked, exposing her athletic figure to anyone who walked past. But the most notable part of this woman was the complete and total fear visible in her eyes. Her blue eyes were wide and filled with a mixture of lust, exhaustion, and above all else, fear.
The tank was filled with a clear liquid, and the occasional bubbles of air escaped from around the mask covering the woman's mouth and nose. The woman was gyrating with what limited movement she had. Clearly in pleasure, as was indicated by the simple line graph projected subtly to the side. It was nearing a horizontal line at the top, and Ariel knew from experience that that was the captive's orgasm threshold. Two thick pink dildos were relentlessly thrusting back and forth in the woman's pussy and ass with mechanical precision, the many ridges and bumps providing a never-ending stream of sexual stimulation.
The woman's flawless ebony skin glistened in the soft lighting, and Ariel could see how her ample breasts were topped by a pair of impossibly hard nipples. Piercing those nipples, were two studs made from precious gold, creating a nice contrast with her dark skin. Looking down, Ariel saw that the woman's engorged and stiff clit was also pierced by a third stud of the same precious material.
After a moment, the single line turned yellow, and then red, indicating the woman was seconds away from reaching orgasm. Ariel noticed how the woman began to struggle more intently—shaking her head sideways in helpless denial, causing her long white hair to flow wildly around her in the liquid. There was a brief moment where the line's steady climb levelled out, showing the woman's desperate attempts to hold off the orgasm, but after several seconds, her willpower gave up, and the line suddenly shot up. As it crossed the horizontal line, the dark-skinned woman's entire body tensed and spasmed as the orgasm rolled through her.
She rolled her hips in wanton lust as the dildos kept up their relentless assault. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths, pushing out her breasts enticingly for her spectator. A steady flow of bubbles from underneath her mask told Ariel how much the woman was screaming in ecstasy, and for several seconds, the woman was in a state of pure orgasmic bliss. Suddenly, the woman's eyes shot wide open and became clear with panic. The air bubbles escaping her mask disappeared, and she began struggling in a new way, one less erotic, and more desperate. Her chest, which was only recently taking deep breaths, suddenly contorted as it struggled to find any air to breathe. For several seconds, the woman struggled helplessly, and when she was about to pass out, her chest took in a huge breath of air, saving her from suffocating.
Throughout this, the two dildos never stopped fucking her, and it was only a matter of time before the line once again began to climb towards the top.
Ariel watched for a few minutes, locking her own merciless eyes with the captive woman's terrified blue ones. As the inevitable happened again, and the black woman began to orgasm again, it seemed that she had reached her physical limits. When the orgasm subsided, her body slowly became numb, and her eyes drifted close as unconsciousness threatened to take her. But she was not that lucky, a sudden and violent shock came from the collar around her neck, and as blue sparks of lightning crackled across her body, the woman twitched and shook in place. It lasted no more than a second, but the effect was instantaneous; the woman was awake again, and would not be allowed to slip into unconsciousness.
Ignoring the looks of mercy and silent pleas for help from the black woman, Ariel turned towards the small display showing the line. It was already halfway towards the threshold. She touched a green holographic button labelled, "INFO", and read the details of this woman.
Occupant; Ororo Munroe.
Alias; Storm.
Place of origin; Earth.
Acquired; Six months ago.
Known powers; Psionic ability to manipulate weather patterns over a vast area. Temperature modification. Ecological empathy. Flight. Lightning manipulation.
Threat level; Very low.
Current status; Broken.
Current use; Subject is held under permanent imprisonment due to possessing powers deemed too dangerous for any practical use save some niche situations. She is made available for the decoration team, allowing her to be used as decoration at various places in the base.
Additional info from the decoration team;
The subject has been placed inside a narrow cylindrical tank, which is filled with a powerful aphrodisiac. Once fully submerged, the aphrodisiac will seep into the subject's body, greatly enhancing her responses to sexual stimulation. Her nakedness allows the aphrodisiac to also seep into her vagina and anus, further enhancing her ability to experience pleasure, even if she never showed any before. A face mask provides the subject with air to breathe, though it is also heavily laced with a gaseous form of aphrodisiac. Additionally, a tube is inserted through her mouth directly into the stomach, allowing a nutritional past to be administered to replenish her energies. This allows the subject to survive indefinitely.
Twin dildos are constantly providing pleasure and stimulation to the subject's vagina and anus. The size, shape, and speed have all been corrected to deliver the most pleasure possible. The subject's extremely sensitive nipples and clit have all been pierced with special piercings that vibrate at a frequency found to perfectly complement the stimulation from the dildos. A gentle current is artificially created in the tank, which causes the liquid to stream against and around the subject, creating a constant flow of light caresses on the subject's energized skin.
Whenever the subject reaches orgasm, the airflow will be reduced to 1% until the subject is about to pass out, airflow is returned to normal moments before unconsciousness occurs. The subject's bio signs are constantly monitored by her suppression collar, and should she lose consciousness for whatever reason, a full-body electric shock is administered to revitalize the subject. Once every thirty hours, the shock function is deactivated, and the stimulation is reduced by 75% for six hours. This allows the subject to get a period of rest, though if the stimulation causes her to orgasm, the airflow will stop as normal, causing the subject to awaken.
The subject has also been found to suffer from an extreme case of claustrophobia, and this setup causes her a significant amount of stress and fear. On several occasions, the shock function had to be used to revitalize the subject as she proved to be unable to handle being trapped in such a confined space.
Time subject has been in the tank; 3 days 14 hours.
Time until the subject is released; At the 30-day mark.
Ariel stepped away from the display, and the holographic window disappeared. Inside the tank, Storm writhed and convulsed as she was once again forced to orgasm. The display of helpless eroticism was a stark contrast to what she saw just a few moments ago. Here was a woman being forced to cum over and over for three days now, while just a few meters behind her, trapped in equally unbreakable bonds, another prisoner was being denied that very thing for just as long.
She gave the bound mutant one last look before she walked on. Ignoring Storm's panicked looks, the last thing she saw of the black mutant was a stream of escaped air as her body contorted against the steel restraints while pleasure rocked her senses. It was a nice display to look at, but like a vase holding a bouquet of pretty flowers, you look at it for a bit, before you move on.
Though she had to admit, adding such a display did make the base look more homely. Perhaps she should authorize more projects like this.