Chapter 1: Tara's Cruel Game: The First Test
The light in the room was unforgiving. It poured from fluorescent panels overhead, bleaching every surface a sterile white, leaving no shadow to hide in. Blu knelt on the cold, polished floor, the pressure a dull ache in her knees. The air smelled clean, sharply of antiseptic, undercut by the faint, sweet scent of lubricant and the persistent, low hum of machinery hidden behind the walls.
Her wrists were bound behind her back with a flexible polymer strap. Not cruel, but unyielding. Her legs were cuffed at the ankle underneath her. She wore nothing but a slim silver strip of metal barely covering her vagina and asshole. The inside of it felt soft, like silicone. Blu could feel the tiny digits and studs ready to come to life at any moment.
The soft click of the door echoed before the measured tap of boots on tile announced Tara’s arrival. She stopped in front of Blu, a silhouette against the clinical light, her piercing brown eyes assessing. "Your resilience threshold is unknown," Tara stated, her voice cool and even. "So you will endure an unspecified amount of orgasm inducing interrogations until we find its limit." A low buzz emanated from the silver strip, making Blu’s thighs tense as the tiny studs inside it began to gently pulse.
"I'm going to ask you a question, and if you don't give me the answer I'm looking for, I'm going to begin the session," Tara explained, an almost clinical tone to her voice.
Tara looked Blu over. Her hair, blue of course, was straight and shoulder length. Her skin was pale and smooth, her breast, large and perfectly curved to match her sumptuous body. She was possibly the sexiest cadet in class 45-A, and Tara anticipated enjoying herself this session. She looked down at Blu, the woman's striking blue eyes looking back at her.
Blu definitely got laid when she wanted to, Tara knew that much.
“Cadet,” Tara’s voice cut through the hum, crisp and professional. “The extraction on Friday. What is your primary extraction point if the rendezvous is compromised?”
Blu’s mind, already scrambling to catalog the buzzing sensation building between her legs, went blank. The manual had diagrams, coordinates. “The… the secondary landing zone?” she ventured, the statement tilting up into a question.
A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped Tara’s lips. “Incorrect. And uncertainty is failure.” She reached down, her fingers brushing the cold silver of the device.
"Set for 10% vibration, hold..." Tara said to the room's computer.
The chastity strip started to vibrate and stimulate Blu's pussy, and Blu immediately was overwhelmed by the stimulation. A sharp, electric gasp tore from her throat as the device hummed to life, its internal studs and pads buzzing against her clit and inner lips with a precision that felt surgical. Her back arched instinctively, a futile jerk against her restraints, her knuckles paling as her bound hands clenched into fists behind her.
"Fuck," she breathed, the word shuddering out of her, her thighs trembling as the relentless, low-grade pulse flooded her system with a heat that was entirely at odds with the cold room. Tara watched, her expression a mask of analytical calm. "Ten percent," she noted quietly. "Interesting."
Tara rounded behind Blu and caressed her shoulder blades as the vibrating continued.
The gentle caress turned into a firm grip as Tara’s hands slid around to Blu’s front. "Let's see how you handle this," Tara murmured, her voice close to Blu's ear, before announcing, "Increase to twenty-five percent."
The hum between Blu’s legs surged into a deep, insistent thrum that made her hips buck involuntarily. Tara’s skilled hands found Blu’s breasts, her thumbs rubbing rough circles over the nipples, pinching and rolling them until they were hard peaks. A choked cry escaped Blu as the dual assault of the relentless vibration and the sharp, pleasurable pain in her nipples short-circuited her thoughts. Tara watched the confusion of pleasure and panic flood Blu’s blue eyes, her own breathing becoming slightly more measured.
Tara stepped back, placing a pair of skin tight gloves on her hands. Each of them was specially designed with stimulating micro-nodes that connected to Tara's neuro-link. She could now control intense bursts of pleasure from her fingertips with her mind. She set them to a mild humming and then slid both hands down to Blue's bare cheeks, spreading them so that a single digit pressed against Blu's hole.
Tara ran a slow, provocative strip from cheek to mid-arch of her leg and then grazed at the metal and bioskin covering Blu's vagina, the nodes buzzing and flexing with an intelligence of their own. "Your extraction point, Cadet. Give it to me now." Blu choked on the digits of electric sensation skittering along her skin, she let out a soft moan.
"40%" Tara instructed the computer.
The vibration escalated into a brutal, focused thrum against her clit, and Blu’s vision whited out at the edges, a dam of sensation about to break. “Oh god, I’m gonna–” she choked, her entire body rigid and straining. Tara’s gloved hand came down in a sharp, stinging slap across her left breast, the shock of pain short-circuiting the building climax. Before Blu could even gasp, Tara cupped the same stinging flesh, the micro-nodes in her palm humming, softening the harshness into a deep, aching throb. Blu whimpered, suspended between the denied release and this new, cruel tenderness, her mind utterly vacant of any answer.
Tara leaned against Blu's back, grabbing her by the hair and pressing her lips to Blu's ear. She let out a seductive breath of her own. "I can make you cum for as long, and as hard, as I want...cadet."
"You won't break me..." Blu muttered.
"Activate rear sensors, increase front to 75%" Tara instructed the computer
A huge jolt tore through Blu's entire body. She could feel her juices escaping from the belt, dripping down her taut thighs. The belt was now also vibrating through her ass, and she could only moan and try and remain in control, but the intensity bordered on too much.
Her hips twitched in a helpless, frantic rhythm, chasing a release the machine would never grant without permission. She was panting, little puffs of air that made her chest heave. Tara watched this struggle, a flicker of something unreadable passing behind her professional gaze.
“The rendezvous is compromised. Name your fallback,” Tara repeated, her voice a monotone drill cutting through the electric buzz flooding Blu’s senses.
“F-fuck you,” Blu managed to spit, sweat beading along her hairline.
Tara didn’t react to the defiance. Instead, she knelt, her movements deliberate. She gripped Blu’s bound ankle, her strong fingers holding it steady. She began to trace a slow, maddening circle on the arch of Blu’s foot with her buzzing, gloved thumb. The nodes transmitted a tingling, teasing current—not pain, but an intimate, distracting caress that felt shockingly vulnerable.
It was a sensation utterly disconnected from the brutal, rhythmic thrumming centered on her clit and asshole. Her brain fractured, trying to process the dual assaults: the deep, building thunder in her core and this feather-light, electric tickle on her sole. A high, broken sound escaped her lips. Her toes curled, her entire leg trembling. Tara increased the pressure, massaging the arch with firm, skilled strokes that sent bizarre shivers straight up Blu’s spine, somehow amplifying the tension coiling in her belly.
“Grid reference, Cadet,” Tara insisted, her voice dropping to a whisper. Her other hand joined, taking Blu’s other foot, thumbs working in tandem now.
Blu threw her head back, a strangled cry lodging in her throat. The orgasm was a tsunami held back by a single, fraying thread of will. Her back arched over her bound ankles, every muscle corded and straining against the straps. She could feel her own slickness hot and abundant on her inner thighs. Her jaw clenched so hard her teeth ached.
She bared her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut. “No.”
Tara’s thumbs pressed harder into the sensitive arches, the micro-currents intensifying. “Answer.”
The vibrating belt hit a fever pitch, a pulsing, obscene promise. Blu’s body betrayed her completely, shuddering violently in the grip of a climax that crashed through her. She came with a raw, guttural scream, her vision flashing white as wave after wave of electric pleasure tore her apart. She collapsed forward onto her forearms, spent and shaking, the aftershocks making her twitch.
Tara released her feet, the humming of her gloves ceasing. She stood, looking down at the wrecked cadet. “Incorrect.” She keyed a command into her wrist-panel. "100%. Pulse indefinitely..."
The hum didn’t stop. It didn’t even stutter. It deepened, locking into a punishing, relentless rhythm that vibrated straight up into her core. Blu’s head snapped up, her wide, tear-glazed eyes meeting Tara’s calm, analytical stare, and the horrifying truth clicked into place. The belt wasn’t just for one climax; it was a tool to break her down, to fry her nerves with wave after brutal wave of forced, uncontrollable pleasure until she was nothing but a shuddering, compliant animal. “Oh fuck, no, you can’t—” she rasped, but the protest was swallowed as the device’s programming shifted, the pulses sharpening into a series of rapid, excruciating spikes that sought and found every over-sensitized nerve ending she had. A scream, raw and ragged, tore from her throat as a second, more violent orgasm detonated inside her, bending her spine into a rigid arch of pure, mindless agony.
The scream dissolved into a ragged, sobbing gasp as the punishing vibrations inside her showed no mercy, locking her hips into a relentless, shuddering rhythm. Tara’s hands moved to Blu’s breasts, her fingers digging into the soft flesh with a brutal, possessive grip, twisting and pulling at her nipples until the sharp pain bloomed bright and hot. Blu’s head lolled back, her mouth slack as another crest of sensation, sharper than the last, ripped through her wet, convulsing cunt. “You don’t get to stop,” Tara murmured, her voice a cold contrast to the heat of her hands as she squeezed harder, “you cum until I say you’re done.” Wave after brutal wave tore through Blu’s broken body, each rough tug on her nipples sending fresh, electric agony straight to her core, fusing pleasure and pain into one endless scream.
Tara reached for the belt, pressing a button at the top of it as Blu convulsed, her hips swaying with each pulse of pleasure. Two openings in the bio-skin appeared revealing Blu's soaking and cleanly shaved slit and her ass. Tara turned the glove to 50% and then started by sliding her middle finger right into Blu's tight pussy, the belt still bombarding her clit with stimulation. Her thumb reached up to toy at Blu's asshole as Tara slid a second finger into Blu and began to clutch.
"You don't want to talk...you want me to fuck you. I can smell it..." Tara taunted her.
Tara’s fingers sank deeper into Blu’s slick, convulsing heat, curling upward to find a spot that made the cadet’s entire body seize. “You’re absolutely dripping,” Tara observed, her voice a rough whisper against Blu’s ear as she worked her fingers in a brutal, corkscrew motion. Blu could only sob, a broken sound lost in the relentless mechanical hum, as a third, shuddering climax was ripped from her. Tara pressed deeper still, her knuckles stretching Blu wide, owning the pulsing, helpless flesh. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”
Tara's free hand slapped Blu's heaving breast as she came hard. She shook and grunted as the orgasm echoed through her vagina, Tara's fingers still pumping her, her thumb almost inserted into Blu's asshole.
"Breathe Blu....because you're going to cum again...." She turned the gloves up to 75% and increased her pace.
Blu's whole body tensed up, her face contorted in a silent scream.
Tara braced her with her free arm around Blu's abdomen and pressed her lips to Blu's cheek before finding her ear. "How humiliating. This whole room smells like you're creamy pussy juice..."