Chapter 3: The Lab Assistant's Submission
The late afternoon sun streamed through the window of Meep’s farmstead bedroom, painting the rumpled silk sheets in warm stripes of gold. The air still hummed with a latent, sticky energy from the night before, a psychic scent beneath the lavender and fresh linen. Meep lay on her back, feeling pleasantly hollowed out, her muscles singing a quiet ode to the cellar’s debauchery. The memory of Sophia’s magical cock, of being knotted front and back, sent a fresh, slow curl of heat through her belly.
She wasn’t alone for long.
The door creaked open, not with secrecy, but with purpose. Maru stepped in, her mechanic’s hands clean but bearing a long, sleek object wrapped in a soft cloth. Her glasses gleamed in the sun. Behind her, Abi shuffled, practically vibrating with impatience, her purple hair a messy cascade over her shoulders. Penny lingered in the doorway, wringing her hands, her strawberry-blonde hair catching the light.
“Okay,” Maru said, her voice calm and analytical, cutting through the sleepy silence. She unwrapped the cloth on the edge of the massive bed, revealing the device. It was iridium, dark and impossibly smooth, shaped like an elongated hourglass with a pronounced bulb at each end and a complex interface in the center. It hummed faintly, a barely-there vibration that Meep felt in her teeth. “Post-field testing adjustments are complete. Increased harmonic resonance in the shaft. Independent pulsation modules in each bulb. The clitoral suction cup is now fully adaptive.”
Abi bounced onto the bed, making the mattress sway. “I want to be the test subject! Let me, let me!”
Maru ignored her, her focus entirely on Meep. “You have residual magical signature readings off the charts, Meep. Interesting cellular excitation. This will be a good stress test.” She picked up the vibrator. It was cool, heavier than it looked. “Penny. On the bed. Present.”
Penny’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, her shyness somehow amplifying her eagress. She climbed onto the sheets, her simple dress hiking up as she got on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder, her face flushed. With trembling fingers, she pushed her cotton underwear down her thighs, revealing the soft, strawberry-blonde curls between her legs, already dark with moisture.
“Wider,” Maru instructed, clinical, devoid of judgment.
Penny spread her knees further, offering a full view of her pussy, pink and glistening, her slit already slightly parted.
Maru nodded, satisfied. She pressed a sequence on the interface. A deeper, rhythmic pulse emanated from the toy. Kneeling behind Penny, Maru guided one bulbous end, slick with a clear conductive gel from a bottle she’d produced, straight to Penny’s entrance. “Deep breath.”
Penny gasped as Maru pushed it in, not roughly, but with inexorable, steady pressure. The dark iridium disappeared into her, inch by inch, until the narrower shaft was all that was visible, and the base of the bulb rested against her swollen outer lips. Maru adjusted the angle, fitting the flexible, rubbery clitoral suction cup over Penny’s exposed nub. It latched on with a soft click, and Penny cried out, her back arching like a bow.
“Ohgodohgod—it’s… it’s sucking and… buzzing inside…” Penny babbled, her hands fisting the sheets. The bulb inside her began to thrum, a deep, internal massage that made her thighs quake.
Maru watched the readout on the interface, her head tilting. “Vaginal capacitance is optimal. Neural feedback is… intense.” She then turned, the other end of the vibrator now humming aggressively. She looked at Meep. “Your turn. On your side. Fetal position.”
Meep, mesmerized by Penny’s quivering form and the scientific detachment in Maru’s eyes, rolled onto her side, drawing her knees up. The cool air touched her asshole, making her clench instinctively. She felt exposed, used in a completely new way.
“The anal stimulator is a refined design,” Maru explained, coating the second bulb with more gel. The gel was cold, and Meep jumped. “It’s not just vibration. It’s a percussive wave pattern designed to indirectly stimulate the prostate… or, in your case, the deeper anterior fornix erogenous zones through the rectal wall.” She placed the blunt tip against Meep’s tight ring. “Relax your sphincter. Or don’t. The data is useful either way.”
Meep tried to relax, but the anticipation was a wire pulled taut. Maru pushed. The pressure was immense, a stretching, burning fullness that was utterly foreign. Meep grunted, her fox tail puffing out. It wasn’t like taking a cock; this was harder, more relentless. It popped past her resistance and slid deep, seating itself with a finality that stole her breath. The vibrations weren’t gentle. They were a brutal, rattling invasion that seemed to shake her very spine. At the same time, Maru manipulated the toy, angling it so a smaller, nub-like protrusion on the shaft pressed firmly against Meep’s dripping pussy lips, buzzing directly on her clit.
Sensation detonated.
It was too much. A double-barreled overload. The deep, percussive pounding in her ass synced with a furious, targeted riot on her clit. She could feel the vibrations through the shared shaft, could feel Penny’s frantic inner flutters transmitted as a secondary tremor. They were connected by this cold, brilliant machine, their pleasure wired into the same circuit.
“Fuck! Maru, what the fuck is it doing?” Meep screamed, her body trying to buck away and press closer simultaneously.
“It’s working,” Maru said simply, her eyes on the interface. “Synchronized feedback loop. Her vaginal contractions are amplifying the wave frequency in your anal channel. Your anal clenching is increasing suction power on her clitoris. Beautiful.”
Penny was incoherent, a stream of pleading, grateful sobs as the device milked an orgasm from her with ruthless efficiency. Her cunt clamped down rhythmically around the vibrating bulb, and Meep felt each pulse as a sharpening of the waves pounding her insides.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come again, I can’t stop it!” Penny wailed, her body seizing.
“Good. Note the sustained peak plateau,” Maru murmured, as if to herself.
Abi couldn’t take it anymore. Watching Penny come apart, seeing Meep’s face twisted in overwhelmed ecstasy, was too much. “This is bullshit! I’m not just watching!” She scrambled forward, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts and panties, yanking them down. She didn’t bother with positioning or grace. She shoved herself between Meep’s trembling thighs, her own wet, shaved pussy seeking friction. She ground herself against the back of Meep’s hand, against the toy’s shaft, against anything she could. “Touch me, fuck, someone touch me!”
In the doorway, a new shadow fell. Emily, her blue hair like a piece of the sky trapped indoors, leaned against the frame. Her eyes were dark, remembering the cellar, the taste of them. “Room for one more?” she asked, her voice smoky.
“Always,” Meep gritted out, the word strained as another brutal wave of combined sensation crashed over her.
Emily moved to the head of the bed. She didn’t ask. She took Meep’s face in her hands and kissed her, deep and searching, her tongue mapping the contours of Meep’s moans. Her hands slid down, one finding Meep’s breast, pinching a nipple hard, the other reaching past to rub slow, tantalizing circles on Abi’s back.
The dynamic shattered, reformed. It was no longer a clinical test. It was a chain reaction.
Maru, observing the chaotic data spike on her device, adjusted a setting. “Introducing variable pattern… now.”
The vibrations changed. They became erratic, unpredictable. A low, grinding throb in the ass, a staccato flutter on the clit, a sudden, intense suction pull. Meep saw stars. Her magical core, still sensitized from the night before, flared in response. A phantom warmth, not a full erection, but a glowing, pleasurable heat, began to radiate from her lower belly.
Penny, detonating into her third consecutive climax, screamed and collapsed forward, her body going limp, though the toy kept working its relentless magic inside her. Maru carefully disengaged the clitoral suction with a soft pop, leaving Penny a twitching, gasping heap.
“Subject one is saturated. Retrieving.” With the same clinical precision, she began to withdraw the bulb from Penny’s thoroughly used pussy. It came out with a wet, slick sound, gleaming under the sun.
Meep braced, knowing she was next. But Maru didn’t remove it. Instead, she looked at Abi, who was rutting against Meep like a wild thing. “You wanted to be a test subject.”
“Yes! Fuck yes!”
“Then assume the position. Receive the transfer.”
Understanding dawned on Abi’s desperate face. She rolled onto her back, kicking her clothes fully away, spreading her legs wide. Her cunt was a slick, pink blossom, utterly exposed. “Do it, you brilliant nerd, fuck me with it!”
Maru, still holding the shaft connected deeply to Meep’s ass, guided the vacated, gel-slick bulb to Abi’s entrance. She pushed it home in one smooth, forceful stroke. Abi’s back arched off the bed, a strangled “GUH!” punching from her lungs as she was filled with the still-violently vibrating toy.
The connection was re-established. Meep to Abi. Through the iridium conduit.
The sensation shifted again. Abi was tighter, her internal muscles gripping the bulb with a fierce, gamers’ intensity. Her reactions were louder, more profane. “Oh my fucking god, it’s in my cervix! It’s fucking beating my cervix! Don’t you dare turn it off!”
Emily, still kissing Meep, laughed against her lips. Her hand abandoned Abi’s back and slid down Meep’s stomach, through the damp fur, finding her own slickness mingling with the vibrations from the nub on the shaft. She started to finger Meep’s sopping pussy in time with the brutal pulses in her ass, a third rhythm in the chaotic symphony.
Meep was a nexus of input. The deep, percussive fucking in her rear. The frantic buzz on her clit. Emily’s fingers curling inside her front. The kiss stealing her breath. And the psychic feedback, the raw, screaming pleasure she could feel through the toy from Abi’s own experience. It was empathy in its most carnal form.
She couldn’t hold on. A climax, vaster and more terrifying than any in the cellar, began to tear its way up from her soles. It wasn’t a wave; it was a continental plate shifting.
“I’m coming—I’m gonna fucking break—” Meep roared.
Her magic, destabilized, reacted. The warm glow in her belly erupted. Not a cock, but a cascade of sparkling, violet light that shot from her skin, arcing across the small gap to Emily. It wasn’t an attack; it was an overloaded transfer, a surge of pure tactile sensation.
Emily broke the kiss with a sharp cry as the magic hit her. It didn’t give her a phantom shaft. It hyper-charged her nerve endings. Suddenly, the feel of Meep’s tongue in her mouth, the weight of her breast in her hand, the slide of her own fingers in Meep’s cunt—it all magnified a thousandfold. She came instantly, a silent, shuddering orgasm that locked her body rigid, her cunt clenching around nothing, soaking her own thighs.
Meep’s own orgasm was a blackout. A full-system reset. She convulsed, her ass clamping viciously down on the invading toy, which sent a feedback spike of intensity into Abi.
Abi’s eyes flew open. “WHAT WAS THAT?!” She peaked a second later, her body bowing so hard only her head and heels touched the bed, a guttural, roaring cry tearing from her throat as she painted her stomach and chest with her own release.
Silence.
The only sound was the frantic hum of the vibrator, still dutifully pulsing away inside two utterly spent bodies, and the ragged chorus of their breathing.
Maru, finally, pressed the power button. The humming ceased, leaving a ringing quiet. She carefully, slowly, extracted the device first from Abi, then from Meep. Both women whimpered at the loss of fullness, at the sudden, shocking emptiness.
“Fascinating,” Maru whispered, staring at the readouts. “The magical energy discharge acted as a conductor, synchronizing the climaxes across three non-physically linked subjects. The data… is unprecedented.” She looked at her three test subjects: Meep, shell-shocked and glowing faintly; Abi, limp and covered in her own come; Emily, panting and sensitive. Penny was already asleep in a puddle of her own pleasure.
“We’ll need to run more tests,” Maru said, her voice full of a quiet, fervent excitement. “After a recalibration period. And perhaps a larger sample size.”
The bedroom door, which had been ajar, pushed open fully. Rasmodia stood there, the ancient witch who had taught Meep her first spells. Her purple hair seemed to carry its own shadow. She took in the scene—the tangled bodies, the scent of sex and magic and ozone, the iridium vibrator in Maru’s hand.
A slow, knowing smile touched her lips, far wiser and more dangerous than Maru’s scientific curiosity.
“Interesting toy,” Rasmodia purred, her eyes settling on Meep. “But you’re playing with conduits you don’t yet understand, little fox. That energy you’re leaking… it’s a beacon. And not everything that’s drawn to a beacon is as friendly as your bedmates.”
She turned, her robes whispering against the floor. “When you can walk again, come to the tower. Your education has clearly taken a… practical turn. It’s time we discussed the consequences.” She left, her warning hanging in the sunlit, sex-heavy air like a coming storm.
Meep looked at the blissful, ruined faces around her, then down at her own hands, where a faint violet shimmer still danced across her skin. The pleasure had been cosmic. But Rasmodia’s words seeped in, cold and clear.
Something had been awakened. And it was hungry.