Eventually, even keeping it slow, Terra came, and Kita knew that she hadn't come, that they'd just shut the belt off. But it felt almost like it; the knots in her stomach loosened, and it was like a wave of relaxation washing over her.
"I think I have it?" said Gerana. "I mean, I don't know what the numbers mean, but I have numbers?"
"Good enough," said Terra. "Once more, Keets, and then it's Gerana's turn."
It was the same the second time around. And all four times with Gerana. And then it was back in her cage, sucking on things, and hoping to be allowed to make someone come.
That night, Gerana didn't take her out of the cage, and the next morning was a haze of need and want and sucking on things, and then finally being allowed to empty the water from her bowels, and then she licked someone out—Gerana? And she had a breather.
It got worse, and stayed worse. Constant changes in the stimulation—there was a little twist at the end of the cycle with the thing on her clit, and the vibrator in her ass was buzzing more often, and it just wouldn't stop. Sometimes she was asleep, and sometimes she was awake, but she hardly noticed the difference; there was nothing but the pressure, the desire to finish without the ability.
Two days later? Three? They shut off the belt completely, after Gerana had cleaned her out, for long enough that she could almost think.
"New toy," said Terra.
She gave Kita another silicone cock, this one a little bigger than the ones that she had in her cage, and which felt heavier. "If you suck this one right, it'll be like you made someone come. If you aren't gentle with it, though, it's going to hurt you. Understand?"
"Yeah, I—"
The belt went back on, and Kita started sucking. And then there was a jolt in her ass. She looked up at Terra, whined.
"Suck gently," said Terra. "There are sensors in the scrotum as well, and the more that are tripped at once, the faster the counter will advance."
Oh.
The scrotum wasn't an exact replica—little smoother than a real one, no hair—but Kita cupped it, moved it gently as she dipped her mouth on the head, then the shaft. Squeezed—another shock in her ass.
"Seems to be doing its job," said Gerana, scratching Kita at the point where her shoulder blades met. It had been a while since Kita had been allowed to stand up, and it seemed that they were pretty much used to it at that point.
"Yeah," said Terra. "Another product for you to sell, though if you want it for more general use, I'd have to come up with some other reward/punishment feedback."
"How long before she gets it off?"
Terra shrugged. "Since she hasn't been doing anything else, I put the counter up at the maximum. Three, four hours at the start, probably, but I'm sure she'll get that number down with practice."
Gerana nodded. "May have to set the maximum higher if she gets it down too far, though."
"That, and it's going to need a better battery pack," said Terra. "This one plugs in, anyway."
Four hours sucking on a cock? The thing on her clit stopped moving, and the things along the length of her pussy started—from her experience, that meant that she'd been turned on by something.
Gerana led her back to her cage, plugged the new toy into an outlet, and left to do some shopping or something—the belt had been on long enough that Kita couldn't really pay that much attention to anything much besides sex.
Whether it was three hours or four or ten, after about a thousand shocks, Kita had finally sucked her toy long enough for it to give her a respite. Not a long one, and as soon as the belt started again, she started sucking again. Sucking, working with her fingers and hands, rubbing whatever parts of her could get at it until it turned off the belt again, just for a little.
And that was how her time went.
There were exceptions—the morning cleaning, where Gerana would play with her a bit, the times when Terra or Gerana decided to use her, which were great. That training was a little less complicated than with the cock, because she already knew what made them happy, and they didn't take as long as the new toy did to finish, and also skin and juices tasted better than medically neutral surfaces, and also it made Gerana happy, and being able to see her smile like that, when she'd just come . . . but mostly it was the new toy, over and over.
By the time the week had passed, it didn't take nearly as long for Kita to get the toy to trigger. Instead of changing the maximum time, though, they'd just restrained more and more of her, until the only thing she could use on it was her mouth, and even with that, she was getting breaks pretty regularly.
"There's no way we can take her out in public like this," said Gerana, during one of those breaks. "We'll have to—"
"Could use a packing crate," said Terra. "Wouldn't be the first time Balan had a dubious packing crate delivered to his pavilion in the tea gardens."
"Maybe," said Gerana. "But it would be simpler to host here. And I think that not being able to go out in public is sort of a selling point. Also, also, when we flip the red switch, she's going to be loud."
"Wouldn't be the first time Balan had someone loud in his pavilion either," said Terra.
"Probably not this loud, though," said Gerana. "I mean, look at her."
The belt had turned on, so Kita was working at the cock again. All the way in, then all the way out, then all the way in, and sticking her tongue out as far as it would go, to flip the triggers on the scrotum.
"Might be right. And since I don't think that she's going to be up to mopping the floor, you've got a job ahead of you."
"We've got a job ahead of us," corrected Gerana. "Oh, and we're probably going to want to get her into pants."
She touched Kita's leg, right over the knee, and Kita moaned around the cock, and the thing in her cunt switched off, and the one in her ass started going, but on low. She was so close, so close, always so very close.
"See?" said Gerana. "Sopping wet. Pants would heighten that."
"Maybe," said Terra. "But her legs do look very nice."
"I know! But—"
Kita wasn't paying attention any more. She was working at the toy, her hands cuffed behind her back, her legs cuffed together, and the belt keeping her right at the point where all she could think about was coming, but where she couldn't come from the sensations she was having.
Eventually, they came and set her up in the living room. Collar chained to the floor, but nothing else holding her in place. No pants, and no toy to suck on, which felt weird and lonely and upsetting.
When Balan showed up, Kita's hips were constantly shifting, her mouth open, hoping that they'd let her—
"So it's been a week," said Gerana. "And as you might have expected, there've been some changes in demeanor."
"Some," said Balan.
Gerana sighed. "If you think this is all an act, we can run the belt on Nat for a week, and you'll be able to test against someone who isn't trying to sell you anything."
"That's not necessary," said Nat, quickly. "I mean, I think that—"
"If it works, it doesn't have to be hand-fitted," said Balan. "But you were implying that you expected more than changes in demeanor."
"Absolutely," said Gerana. "But first, let's take a look at those?"
Her hand caressed the length of Kita's inner thigh, and everything except the vibrator in her ass shut down, and Kita could barely keep up on her hands and knees. "Lubricating pretty well, wouldn't you say?" said Gerana, holding her hand up.
"Not saying it's not amazing," said Balan. "But—"
"Fine," said Gerana. She unhooked Kita's collar from the chain. "Go suck him off," she said.
Kita scrambled across the floor, got his pants open, down, got his cock down her throat. The whole length of it, and then her fingers were working on his scrotum, her tongue flicking down, moving down as he stiffened inside of her.
It tasted better than the toy, and was warm and velvet against her tongue, in the back of her throat; she gave an appreciative moan, and kept working at it, just
like the toy had taught her; stimulation up to the point of too much, but not past it.
"There's another tool which we used in the training, but it's based around the belt, really—the designs would be included in the patents available for sale."
Balan gave an incoherent noise in response. Kita had barely gotten started when he fountained inside of her. The belt shut off as she swallowed it down, and she curled up happily, the wave of relaxation following, just like it always did.
"It's still a niche item," said Nat.
"How much do you think guys would pay for that sort of blowjob?" asked Gerana. "I mean, the fact is, you could use it to teach other skills, but this one—"
"There's a market," said Balan, his eyes half-lidded, his speech slightly slurred. "But you do know that it's kind of a fucked-up market. I mean, not everyone who wants a sex slave finds someone as amenable as Kita, and this wouldn't distinguish between someone who's interested in learning, and someone being made to learn."
"First of all," said Gerana, "Kita is a full partner and a valuable member of our team."
Kita looked up at her with a sour look, and Gerana winked at her, turned the belt back on. "And second of all, this is why we're talking with you, rather than Carser or Rine. I mean, you've done a really limited use for the mind control thing—"
"It's not mind control," said Terra.
"Point is, the sort of clinical use you've been doing is safe and non-abusive, and the only people you've stolen secrets from are genuinely dangerous."
Balan started, then gave a half-smile. "And you know a lot more than I would've expected."
Gerana shrugged. "I may have reinvested some of our profits in learning things," she said. "And third of all, once we find a buyer for this, we'll have an island with a castle, and Terra will put together some defenses, so that'll be more your problem than ours."
Balan considered, then gave a half shrug. "And fourth of all, if I don't pay what you want, there's Carser or Rine. Worth considering. But I recall this initially being pitched as something that women will buy as a sex toy. I'm not sure how many women are going to spend money for something that'll turn them into that."
"Sure," said Gerana. "So, this is the pro version; your techs can put together something that won't work for more than a few hours at a time, and is just better and more responsive than any sex toy on the market. They're good at crappy knock-offs, and you know it. And as far as why a woman might want the pro version—"
The rollers had been working the length of Kita's pussy, and the thing on her clit had been giving the occasional shiver. Gerana flipped a switch on the remote, and both vibrators switched on. Kita looked up, suddenly panicked, but Gerana wasn't looking at her, and Terra had taken up a perch on the chair in the corner, and was reading one of her technical journals.
Nat was watching, though, and Balan.
It was closer than she'd ever been, and then closer, and then—
It was an orgasm like a punch in the stomach that didn't stop. She couldn't breathe at all, there were spots behind her eyes and every single muscle in her body was spasming out of control.
A gasp of air, no more than that—it kept going, all of it, wringing one convulsion after another out of her. It was good, it was great, it was better than that, and it was awful; so much pleasure it hurt, so much pain it was pleasure.
When it eased up, she was lying on the floor, trying to breathe, trying to stop crying, trying to crawl over to Gerana and hold her forever.
"There are women who might want something like that from time to time. Call it a niche market."
"One or two, perhaps," said Balan.
Gerana handed him a piece of paper. "That's what you'll pay," she said. "That, and Kita's collar back."
"And you'll come to me first, when you have something relevant?"
"For another twenty thousand, sure."
"For what you're asking," said Balan.
"Take it," said Terra, not looking up from her journal.
"Apparently, we'll take it," said Gerana. They shook hands, and started signing things. And Kita's belt came back to life. She was sore, and drained, and wanted to . . . the rollers, and also the thing on her clit.
Maybe they'd let her suck on something else soon.
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