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Obviously things were not right. That much was obvious the moment Christina Ricci opened her eyes. If things had been right then she would still have been in the bed she'd gone to sleep in. If things had been right then she'd still be wearing her night gown. If things were right then she might have been able to move.
Things were definitely wrong.
She was lying on her back, not for the comfortable posture, which was anything but, rather the fact that there was a strap across her waist. Similarly there was a strap at her shoulders. Her arms had been raised up and strapped down to something behind her. Thus the strap passed over her armpits and above her breasts. The fact that they were exposed was something of a discomfort but one that she accepted, having no choice. Her legs were strapped to pads which were raised from the table height at a slope. At the knee they bent down again. Her ankles were strapped as were her thighs. Thus her groin was not only exposed but also her legs opened slightly. She was able to move her head but as her chest was firmly strapped there was little use for the motion apart from seeing her surroundings. They were perhaps the most disturbing of all. She was in the Addams family attic. The swore the movie would haunt her forever even if she played a million other roles. But this wasn't the sort of haunting she was expecting. It had been a good few years since she'd played Wednesday and her figure was a good deal more impressive now. The set had long since vanished but somehow she was here again.
"Children. Are you using the machine again?"
Christina turned suddenly the voice. It was Anjelica Huston, or at least Morticia as she played her in the movie.
"Yes mother."
Chris couldn't move enough to see but she knew the voice was that of Pugsley.
"Let me go!" she yelled and tugged uselessly at her bonds.
"Oh my Pugsley. Your sister seems rather annoyed."
"It's just part of the game mother."
"Look. Whoever the hell you are, I'm not Wednesday. his is all crazy! Let me go!"
Morticia walked over to Christina, her eyes scanning her exposed body.
"Well Pugsley I suppose she is old enough. Very well. You may play."
"NO!" Chris howled and pulled uselessly.
"But come down and do your homework first dear."
"Yes mother. Can I start her now?"
"All right."
Chris heard a switch being pulled and the hum of power building. Then footsteps disappeared down the stairs.
"What's it doing?" the helpless girl asked in fear.
"It needs to warm up." Morticia smiled as she moved down the stairs.
"Why?" she asked reluctantly.
"So it can fuck you." and she was gone, leaving Christina alone with the humming of the machine.
"HELP!" she cried again but there was no answer. Not until it began.
She hadn't noticed before but the roof above her was a tangled mass of complex machinery. She wouldn't have noticed at all if two small poles had not suddenly descended down to her body. Each was wrapped with wires and cables, about a centimetre or two in diameter. At each end was a glass sphere, the size of a large marble. She was so consumed in curiosity she didn't realise where they were dropping. Each globe stopped an inch above her nipples. There it hovered for a few seconds, as if lining up, then snapped down quickly and inch and a half. She jerked as she felt the balls push onto her breast, rolling across her nipple slightly as they centralised. She followed the cables up to the roof where she realised a monitor was printing in green letters.
[Subject: Wednesday Addams. Human female. Late teens. Breast contact established. Begin nipple massage.]
Instantly the spheres began to move in circular motions, drawn by the poles. They pushed and kneaded her areola, vibrating as they went. Chris tried to block it out but it was obvious they were there to make her nipples erect. They were succeeding rapidly. Ignoring her protests they rose up, tiny at first but then larger nibs, rising to meet the devices which tempted them. She looked up to the monitor.
[Nipples sufficiently erect. Induce second level stimulation.]
The balls returned to the roof. Now another set of poles came down. This time they were thicker and much more frightening. They ended in clear domes which slowly descended and, despite her feeble attempts at movement, which simply jiggled her breasts from side to side, the domes encompassed each breast with ease. Then she felt a sharp suck. Her nipples, now fully erect, had been pulled into the middle of the pipe. Likewise she felt her breasts being tugged at by the domes. Reluctantly she looked up again.
[Breasts acquired. Commence mammary massage.]
Chris let out a sharp gasp and tugged at her bonds yet again as the cups rose slightly, pulling her breasts up. Then they pushed them down into her chest and rotated in circles several times. Then they rose up again. The cycle looped over and over, getting faster and faster. Christina panted, the treatment wearing her out. Sweat started to rise on her body and drip onto the table. It didn't hurt for some reason but she still didn't like it. At least she didn't want to like it. Somehow it was feeling rather good, even though it was so enforced. She tossed her head from side to side, helpless to stop the massage of her breasts. She flashed a glance at the monitor above her and caught two words repeating over and over: Pump tits pump tits pump tits pump tits. She screamed and tugged at her bonds but it did no good. The domes kept on pumping.
It seemed like an eternity but was only about five minutes later. Her body was bathed in her own sweat, the attic somehow more heated now than before. Her breasts had become larger not smaller, nipples even more swollen inside the domes which constantly pumped at them. Then it slowed. Not stopping but reducing speed to a soft and gentle one. Christina puffed in and out, gasping for air. The massage had been vigorous, taking the wind out of her. She hated the stimulation she was receiving. What was worse was that her body enjoyed it. Even at the slower speed it was hard for her to deny that the massage actually felt physically pleasant. Even the faster speeds, though vigorous, made her breasts quiver and pulse with pleasure. She feared deeply what might come next.
Then she found out.
Another arm was descending, this time lower. It ended in a large triangular cup, covered in wires and tubes. Again she tried to break her bonds, tugging uselessly and screaming. The cod piece ignored her and pressed against her. Metal latches extended, connecting tightly to her waist and thigh straps. She felt it press against her sweat soaked skin, sealing itself to her body. Now it was firmly attached and wouldn't let go. Not until it's job was done. Ignoring the slow massage of her breast for the time being, Christina cringed as she felt it enter her. The probe was small but slimy. It wasn't at all cold, heated to her body temperature as it slipped inside her. The speed at which it moved was maddening for the actress. It was moving at less than an inch a minute, slowly moving it's way into her private places. She grunted in disgust as it pushed into her, deeper and deeper. Finally it stopped. For half a minute Christina lay there, probe inside her and mechanical domes massaging her own domes slowly. She looked up at the screen.
[Recommence mammary massage]
Quickly the breast domes resumed their original speed, pumping up and down. At first the stimulation was so strong that she forgot all about the probe inside her. She was soon reminded. The probe withdrew, vibrating as it went. Then it moved back in. Then out again. Faster and faster the probe moved within her vagina. It brushed back and forth across her clitoris, the slimy lubricant mixing with those of her own unwitting responses. She realised that, like the domes, her body was going along with the machines. She could feel the sexual pleasure rushing through her sex already. The probe was relentless, ribs touching her in all the right spots, shaking at just the right speeds. "No." she moaned weakly looking up at the monitor.
[Masturbate to orgasm]
"Ugh.. no... no.." she panted as her body became more and more excited by the treatment. Unconsciously her hips were bucking as best they could, moving with the pulse. The breast massager was relentless too, sucking and pumping her bosom up and down. "Oh....oh...OH....OAAAAAHHHHHH!" She howled as the orgasm ripped through her pinioned body. She the pumps and probe kept working her in time with the body spasms, intensifying the effects of the sexual release as it pulsed through her body over and over. Finally they wound down slightly, gently massaging her and stroking her erogenous zones. She gasped for air, puffing and groaning as she did. Gulping she looked up to the monitor.
[Wednesday climaxed.]
Chris caught another gulp of air, feeling the sweat drip off her forehead. Sweat streamed over her shoulders and down her legs. Her body was bathed totally. Her eyes looked up again.
[Repeat! Climax Wednesday! Masturbate to orgasm.]
"NO!" she screamed in impotent fury. Again the machines started to work the exhausted girl over.
[Pump tits pump tits. Masturbate. Climax. pump tits masturbate. Climax. Climax!]
"No." Christina responded weakly. Her body responded in joy. She had no idea how many orgasms had been forced upon her. One rolled into another, the machine never slowing enough to let her recover. Her mind was getting lost in the haze of orgasmic pleasure. The rest of her body was loosing feeling, her attentions focusing on the warmth between her legs and the massage of her breasts. She looked up through a haze of sweat and loose hair.
[Subject coherency 45% Begin optical interface.]
Suddenly the screen was gone, blocked out of view by a lamp which hovered a few feet above her face. She looked at the odd disc for a few seconds then tried to look at her body again. Instead she found her head immobilised, locked in place by pads she'd failed to notice yet. All she could look at was the disc above her. It was dark and smooth. At least it was for a few seconds. Then it started streaming a column of light down on her. She bucked her body uselessly for a few seconds, trying to avoid it. When she failed she found herself looking up at a swirling tunnel of thousands of different colours. It reminded her of something, as if it was trying to.....
"Unghhhh!" her train of thought was shattered by another orgasm. The machine was now moving faster and faster as were the pumping domes. In comparison the lights, which consumed her vision totally, were soft and slow. They swirled deeper and deeper, relaxing her mind. Here was a chance to escape from the torture her body was receiving. In the light she was free, no restraints holding her down, no domes pumping her bosom, no probe masturbating her. The light was peaceful, and escape. Christina shuddered as she came yet again and this time, rather than a grimace a smile started to spread across her face. The deeper she went into the light, and the stronger the orgasms became, the bigger the smile got until at last it was simply one large grin on a wide eyed face. Christina Ricci came again and again and again. But she didn't care anymore.
Billy looked at the girl floating in the tank. Various parts of her naked anatomy were wired with electrodes, simulating sensation and muscle movement. Her head was covered to the neck in a thick helmet, wired with various tubes and cables. Inside it her vision was being specifically targeted to an illusionary world, her hearing bombarded by phantom sounds. Even the gas and breathing mask over her nose and mouth was specifying her smell and taste. Electrical impulses straight to her brain were working, forging a new reality for her. Christina could probably have been broken in the real world but by inducing the wild fantasy upon her the resistance's were minimised. She knew that she was being stimulated by a machine but she thought it was in the Addams family attic not a basement lab. She thought she was strapped to a table, not floating in a tank of green ooze. His gaze moved to the computer monitor where the image of what Chris thought was reality was showing.
She grinned madly, body heaving and pumping with the machines working over and over. Every time she came the machines erased a little more of her resistance's. He wanted to control her, not steal her from her life. She could keep going with her acting career, as long as she remained subservient to him. and she would, there was no doubting that now.
He had broken her mind in a fantasy world but it was real enough to her. When the time came he would pull her from the tank, remove her attachments and then she would come to him, ignoring her nudity or the fact that she was covered in slime. When that time came of course. Right now he would simply let her enjoy the treatment she was receiving.
In her irresistible world Christina came again letting out a gasp of ecstatic joy, imaginary sweat dripping over her and illusionary machines pumping her again and again...
THE END
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