The Fortress of Dr. Kratsvich (Closed)

[Obuzeti]

The rain fell with a sullen patter upon the steel of the citadel.

The Succession Wars had shattered the European Zone, and in the anarchy of those brushfire wars the I3s had arisen; brilliant yet violently insane men - always men - with a grasp of engineering and science beyond mortal ken and even mortal means, each devising an empire from little more than scratch. These genii sprung up the world over, but the cold and highly-industrialized Eurozone attracted the greatest portion of them, and it was here that Leon Kratsvich had chosen to erect his own fortress.

A master of neuron replication, he had carved out most of what had been Germany and Poland into his own nation, patrolled and ruled by his kaltemanners, soldier machines with cold intellect. Military force had, thus far, failed to oust him in any meaningful manner, as most technology he could repurpose to his own ends by scrambling circuit boards with his own mysterious technology.

Thus, what armies could not do, one alone must accomplish.

A hollow boom of thunder echoed against the chill metal, as an unobtrusive entrance hidden behind a boulder slid open, revealing a long and featureless hallway, dark as a crypt and empty of all but echoes. The far side was hidden in blackness, but satellite scanning had indicated heat signatures there far above normal, hidden beneath the storm and steel and stone.

All that stood in the way was the fortress of Dr. Kratsvich.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria Helstrom knew the stakes - the ADA would only send her, their finest agent, as a last resort, when all other efforts to stop Dr. Leon Kratsvich had failed. The brilliant and diabolical scientist was too well protected for conventional means of removal; only a single, highly trained agent would be able to infiltrate and eliminate the doctor.

Maria's legs were cramping, but she ignored the pain as she always did and focused on her task. For two hours she'd been moving at the slowest of speeds, through a long, dark, featureless hallway that led under the fortress of the evil doctor. Any movement faster than a crawling turtle would set off the motion sensors. To the watching cameras, the hallway was empty, for the Agent was equipped with the latest toys from the ADA's I3s lab. The ADA had an ongoing effort to turn the brilliant scientists they caught, to get them to develop technology for the ADA's benefit, and it was working. Maria wore one such development, a light-distorting cloak that covered her body and made her invisible. It was difficult to see out of, and she'd never be able to fight in it, but the cloak's purpose was simply to get her through the tunnel.

Maria was shivering slightly, suffering the side effects of another I3s Lab creation. A small band on her right calf, body colored to hide it from casual inspection, contained a series of small drug doses. She'd taken one such dose at the entrance to the tunnel - it lowered her body temperature enough to fool the Infra-red sensors. The shivering meant it was wearing off. "Protocol A" she said, quietly, feeling a gentle prick in her leg as the voice-activated device injected her 2nd and last dose of temperature control drug.

It seemed like days later, but was perhaps an hour, when she saw something through the cloak. It was a door, she'd reached the fortress!

"Control, I've reached the door," whispered Maria. The tiny microphone that looked like an earring answered in the voice of Natalie, one of the computer experts in the ADA base, who'd been watching her on ground-penetrating satellite.

"Good," said Natalie. "Now place your hand on the data pad. I've hacked their computer and inserted your profile into the database. Oh, and Maria," she added with a giggle. "If you hear the alarm go off, run!"

"Thanks a lot, Nat," said Maria. She placed her hand on the scanner and held her breath. The light passed over her hand, and then immediately she heard a loud metallic sound as the thick metal rods retracted and the door opened. "It worked, I'm going in," whispered Maria.

"Maria," said Natalie in her ear. "You'll be out of satellite range inside his fortress, so be careful, and conserve your special items!"

Maria had three special 'items' hidden on her body, the latest invention of the I3s Lab. Powerful, but she had only three of them, and she hoped she wouldn't need them. Maria passed through the open door, hearing it click behind her. She expected the lights to turn on, but strangely the room stayed dark. Perhaps a light burned out. Quickly, she stripped off the cloak and dropped the shiny material on the ground, then removed the special attachments to her leather boots which made her unnaturally quiet, but were heavy and awkward. Her silky shoulder-length auburn hair was kept tight in a bun, and she wore a skin-tight black synthetic leather outfit that made movement easy and stealthy, but left little to the imagination. Finally she placed her black bag, made of the same invisible material, on the floor and removed her equipment belt, and put it on around her hips, fastening it. Then finally she removed her sword, and slung it over her shoulder. This was no ordinary sword, the exotic metal could cut through any of the metallic nightmares the doctor might have at his disposal.

Maria removed a black pair of sunglasses from her pocket and put them on, activating the night vision. The room was suddenly lit in florescent green. She'd first need to find a place to stash her bag and cloak.

 

[Obuzeti]

The interior of the fortress held the silence of a sepulcher - a grave stillness undisturbed by breath or wind, musty and thick. Even the stormlight from outside barely penetrated the heavy night of the hallway, but the night glasses served their function neatly, revealing an odd pattern in the floor.

Much like innocuous checkered tiling, the floor was covered in slow turns of shade that were impossible to decipher in the neon green of nightvision. What couldn't be missed, though, was the way one would blend into the other, changing and shifting over time.

A long ways down the featureless hall, a portion of the wall shifted shade and smoothly slid open to exhume a tall, spindly form - one of Kratsvich's infamous kaltemanners. The floor produced a matching shade and the tottering machine followed it with a shuddering gait that belied its horrendous strength and speed - kaltemann could, and had, rent armored vehicles apart, though most often they moved to subdue first and foremost. The threatening bulk of its nervestim resonator protruded from its back, capable of incapacitating humans with blinding pain in a wide radius.

It did not notice Maria at all - they functioned off of heat signatures, and her body temperature was low enough to not register. Behind it, the door closed, edges sliding together like liquid to form a featureless surface.

Throughout the hall, this pattern repeated, kaltemanners pacing from hidden doors through empty halls in pursuit of their signals, all in eerie silence - except for a faint gasp each time a door opened, a break in the choking hush from each self-sealing cell in the great machine.

At the end of the hallway the kaltemanners went through a bleak channel shaped exactly like them, like a cutout of their form etched into the wall, carried on what had to be a silent conveyor through a suffocating squeeze. Effective, if unorthodox, security. She could fit through there, perhaps, but there would be no coming back against the tide of the belt.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria's night vision glasses revealed the surreal and silent world of the mad Doctor's machines. After an initial moment of panic, the agent calmed her nerves when she realized the metallic creatures could not see her, likely due to the temperature control drug still coursing through her veins. She watched in morbid fascination as countless machines came and went about their business, but what that was she couldn't fathom. They were like busy worker bees, moving about with an unknown purpose.

"Nat, do you read me?" she whispered carefully, watching the machines to see if they would notice her voice.

"I hear you, Little Red," said Natalie in her ear, using a nickname in typically annoying Natalie fashion.

"This hall is crawling with kaltemanners!" hissed Maria. "Any idea which way I should go?"

There was a pause on the line, with only the sound of rapid keyboard clicking. Then Natalie responded. "See if you can follow one of the machines, they should eventually return to the central core for recharging. And Scarlet," she added, with a quiet laugh, "if you see what looks like a liquid doorway, don't go through that! Trust me on that."

Maria frowned. Natalie was brilliant, but nerdy, and she loved giving Maria a hard time. She thought about asking for more details about the liquid doors, but she had an alternative - the kaltemanner-shaped exit door that the conveyor belt led to. It was oddly shaped, and she'd have to contort her body to go through, but it seemed to the only way out besides Natalie's liquid doors.

"You win, Nat," said Maria with a sigh. "I'm going in. Helstrom out."

"Watch yourself, Agent Orange!" said the voice in her ear, making Maria groan. If she made it home from this mission, she was personally going to give Natalie a good spanking.

Gripping her cloak and bag, Maria watched the passing machines carefully, then timed her movements to sidle in between two of them. She had to walk fast to keep the machine behind her from catching her, and then she twisted her body, holding her bags tightly to her as she entered the oddly shaped passage. Her sword was nearly torn from her, but she twisted and contorted against the rubber-like material of the doorway, and then with a sucking sound, she was through.

 

[Obuzeti]

Maria passes into the rubber of the path beyond easily enough - it swallows her with the flexible tension of latex, smoothly allowing her passage and resisting her movement with tensile strength. For ten long, suffocating seconds, nothing happens. The belt carries her through the channel without incident.

But then, the hilt of her sword catches on something deep in the latex that shifts in an alarming fashion, and the belt stops with a faint beep. Pinned by the claustrophobic dimensions of the rift, with kaltemanners both in front and behind her, looming silently. Even her amplified glasses would catch no light in this manufactured crypt.

A faint buzzing sound, and then a pop of static as a tingling wave rushes over Maria, leaving her tingling - a nervescan! Part of Kratsvich's technology portofolio, it detects the electrical impulses of the nervous system. She's been revealed in the worst possible position.

There is a pop as pressure canisters go off, filling the channel that Maria is trapped within with rapidly expanding rubber. It will soon pin and hold her in place if she doesn't escape past the immobile kaltemanners before and behind her, pinning her into this trap.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria had a strong sixth sense, developed by years in the field, and the alarm bells were going off seconds before her sword got hung up and the telltale tingling of a sensor sweep washed over her body. She resisted the urge to curse, keeping silent as she heard the pop and hiss of inflating rubber. In seconds she'd be trapped!

It took every bit of strength to push her arm downward against the suffocating rubber and reach her pistol in a hidden compartment across her belly. Pulling it out, she angled it upward and fired off several shots, hearing several loud hisses as the rubber was ruptured. She pulled out her small knife with her other hand and slashed back and forth, trying to cut away the rubber. She then pointed her pistol upwards and fired off a half dozen more shots, then threw the gun as far as she could, hearing it bounce and clang against something metal. She hated to abandon her firearm, but she hoped the hot barrel would distract the metal machines with its heat signature.

Reaching down, Maria pressed a button on a box strapped to her chest. A silent radar signal went out in all directions, mapping the claustrophobic area.

"Nat!" she whispered "I need an exit, asap!"

There was static on the line, then the girl answered. "Move to your 3 o'clock, 4 meters, there's a maintenance hatch. I don't know where it goes but you better get out of there!"

Maria climbed through the torn rubber, losing grip of her cloak and bag. No time to go back for it, she crawled blindly a short distance til she hit a wall, and began feeling around for a door handle. There! She twisted the handle and heard the creak of a hatch opening. There was some dim light inside, and she crawled through the small hatch, finding a narrow vertical crawlspace that went up. Reaching behind her to close the hatch, she chose up, climbing quickly up roughly two floors til she reached another identical hatch where the ladder stopped. Holding her breath, she creaked open the door to take a look. She could see little of the room, and there was no going back, so Maria quickly pushed the door open and crawled through, then stood to look around.

 

[Obuzeti]

The rubber tears easily, but the kaltemanners on either side of Maria are freed by the action, and nearly catch her with their psuedopodic hands as she escapes into a maintenance shaft and crawls upwards to a momentary escape.

The shaft led upwards into one of the most infamous parts of Kratsvich's research - nerve mapping. An innocuous name, to be sure.

The room was largely empty except for a pair of reclining pedestals in the middle of the room, one upon which the writhing, rubber-coated body of a woman laid. A breathing tube wound about to the back of the stand, inflating with each carefully regulated gasp of oxygen between greedy, deep-red lips. The rest of her body was layered in a shiny, gripping latex that hugged each lush curve of breast and hip. The outfit was sealed to the pedestal so that she could do little more than squirm; and squirm she did, with each slow, unhurried stroke of something beneath the latex and between her legs, penetrating her with lazy indifference. Electrodes wound from her head to a console nearby, recording each firing synapse and neuron as she forever shook in orgiastic rapture.

The console read:

DAY 8

Nutrients administered

Program: Discipline (User attempted unauthorized movements)
Duration: 4 hr
Elapsed: 1 hr 32 min

The door to the chamber was one of the eerie liquid portals, but with an unlocked terminal nearby, escaping would be trivial. The greater objective would be evading notice by the now actively-patrolling robots - the stomping cadence of their march audible through the opened maintenance hatch.

The room was bare of anything to hide behind, but the second pedestal stood empty and waiting nearby, along with what was presumably a storage vat of the quickly-hardening liquid latex Kratsvich favored for his experiments pushed into a corner.

A highly distracting moan came from the bound woman and her hips shuddered as another static-inducing nervescan pinged the complex, searching for Maria.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria took off her sunglasses for the room was lit. She observed the writhing form strapped to a medical reclining chair, but scanned the rest of the room for threats. She noted one of the liquid doors, and that seemed to be the only exit, and for now the room appeared to be safe.

Maria moved quickly to the form strapped to the chair by black latex. Knowing of Dr. Kratsvich's nature, she quickly deduced it was some form of sexual torture. Then she read the console screen. It was an employee! Maria resisted the urge to shudder. What sort of employer would do this to one of his own female workers? And what would he do to her, an assassin and spy, if he got his hands on her?

Maria pushed such thoughts from her mind. If she thought about capture, she'd never be able to function and do her job. The woman on the table moaned, deep in the throes of orgasm, drawing her attention for a second. Seeing, and hearing, another woman having an orgasm could be very distracting, even for a highly trained agent like Maria. She wanted to help the woman, but that would endanger her mission, and she didn't have that luxury. Maria shook her head, then realized she'd nearly missed the telltale sign of a nervescan pinging through the facility.

Her mind weighing options instantly, Maria noted another table - she could disguise herself as a second victim, the robots might ignore her. But the thought of that claustrophic latex . . . and that thing that seemed to be relentless tormenting the woman . . . it was too much, simply not an option. Maria dashed to the console and activated the liquid door, running through it before it was even finishing opening, carefully avoiding touching the liquid as she passed. She'd take her chances with the doorway and whatever lay beyond.

 

[Obuzeti]

Maria's speed is almost enough to get her through the liquid door - but her passage trips some kind of instant reflex, and the door blinks closed like a living thing, catching her back leg at the ankle and encasing it in abruptly-solid wall. Then it begins to pull slowly and inexorably, like peristalsis, attempting to force her into the room she had tried to escape.

Forward progress against the door seems impossible - something about it emphatically resists movement in that direction. At the same time, though, a half-dozen lines on the floor turn dark, indicating incoming kaltemanners on their relentless pursuit of their prey. What's worse is the sensation of cool air upon Maria's ankle; whatever the door is composed of is stripping everything artificial away, easily shredding her suit. Should it pass over any of her hidden gadgets, it's very likely they won't survive the experience.

The area beyond, at least, looks promising: some kind of storage gantry, with many rows of vats and crates, silent overhead cranes carrying cargo to some unknown destination. In such an area it'd be easy to shake her pursuers, provided she found some way to fool the nervescan. It's even largely empty, though the door at the end of the gantry has only just opened, revealing two of the doctor's machines, who stop towards Maria at a lackluster pace.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria crashed to the floor when her ankle suddenly seemed to freeze in place, pivoting her body in mid-air. She looked in alarm to see her foot had disappeared into the shimmering liquid doorway. Maria pulled with all her strength but her leg didn't budge, in fact the liquid wall seemed to be slowly swallowing her foot. Her eyes narrowed when she noticed her black suit seemed to be peeling away from where her calf disappeared in the liquid, and she realized it was dissolving her suit!

Years of training made her suppress the rising panic as she heard and saw the floor panels light up, indicating soon to be arriving kaltemanners. Without more deliberation, Maria took her free foot, curled her toes downward, and rammed her foot into the floor. The impact set off the first of the her three small devices, provided by the brilliant, or mad scientists in the I3s Lab. It was a miniaturized EMP bomb, and the blue light flashed in every direction. Like any security door, with its power and electronics wiped out, the liquid door opened suddenly, a safety mechanism as Maria had hoped. The bomb only had a range of a few meters, so Maria dashed off before the kaltemanners arrived, nearly tripping as her left shoe came off. With part of the material dissolved, it slipped off her heel. No time to retrieve her shoe, Maria thought, she simply kept running.

"Nat!' she hissed into her microphone. "You need to do something about those liquid doors, hon!"

The answer was immediate. "Red, I can hack one of them, but it might be a one-shot deal, the computer will probably reprogram itself after detecting the intrusion."

"Do it, Nat, I have to get out of this hall--shit!" At that moment a hulking kaltemanner rounded the corner and Maria nearly crashed into it, dropping to her knees. In a blur of movement, she drew her sword from her back as she slid under the beast, slashing upward. The exotic blade cut through the resonator on the machine's back. Another slice lopped its head off. Maria kept running, then slid to a stop before a red door marked "Crimson personnel only." This door was solid steel most likely, and a hand-sized panel seemed the only way to open it.

"Nat, red door marked Crimson Personnel Only, need you to hack it now!" hissed Maria. Down the hall where she'd escaped the liquid door, she saw two kaltemanners stopped just outside the circle of dark panels caused by her EMP. They couldn't seem to pass without the panels to guide them. But others would be coming any second.

"Done!" said the voice of Natalie in her ear. "I think they're on to me. Quickly, place your hand on it to open. But Maria, are you absolutely sure you want to go in this door, it's---" the voice ended in static.

"Nat? Nathalie?" said Maria quickly, but heard nothing but static. Communications were challenging so deep in the steel fortress. "Shit!" said Maria, placing her hand on the panel, just as another kaltemanner rounded the corner, neatly sidestepping its downed cohort. The door hissed open and Maria stepped inside, one wary eye on the fast-approaching machine. But the door closed quickly behind her, and she turned to look around.

 

[Obuzeti]

As it turns out, Crimson Personnel Only was a nerve center - literally.

The floor turns gelid, lights fading smoothly into bioluminesence that reflects silver ghostlight from the high, distant walls and ceiling, far enough away that natural condensation had formed faint mists over a wide, concave depression in the enormous chamber. Underneath the smooth metallic patina, countless traceries work their way through the geometry.

At a glance, it seems an architectural brain.

There were perhaps figures moving across the divot - reflective, latex-clad and langurous of movement, pushing hands into the smooth surface. Surrounded by flickering lines, they interface with the great network, seeming to very nearly melt into the mirrored lake. When Maria enters, a ripple of light flickers across the floor, and every head glances up at her, but then disregards her, looking back to their inscrutable duties.

The floor is smooth and flexible, comfortable against Maria's bare foot. It gives lightly under her weight and tingles against her skin, glowing faintly.

 

[Tanuki]

With no obviously apparent enemies to worry about, Maria scanned the vast room with a sense of awe.

She felt like she was standing at the edge of a volcanic crater, only this one was more colorful, and, she noted, there were human forms slowly moving about, crawling in fact. The floor was soft, warm almost on her bare foot, and she glanced down to see the floor glowing around her foot, with an almost bioluminescence.

"Natalie?" she whispered, but heard nothing but static. Perhaps this peculiar room contained heavy radio intererence. It was a matter of time before the machines figured out where she'd gone, so she needed to blend in. Seeing the crawling black figures, Maria reasoned she would look like one to the casual observer, so she went down on all fours and began to crawl toward the center of the concave chamber. The soft shiny surfaces tingled her hands as she moved. If she could lose her pursuers here, she could move on to the task of finding the mad doctor.

 

[Obuzeti]

The synthetic surface is sinfully soft, sinking comfortably up along Maria's fingers and cushioning her weight with ease. The underlaid glow brightens at each point of contact as she slowly shuffles further into the caldera, approaching the center of the gigantic area. As she begins to close with them, the figures become more easily discernable - coated in the same kind of flexible latex the woman in the previous room had been, covering even their faces and leaving only soft lips exposed. It is painfully obvious that every one of them is female, as the outfit clings to long legs and curved hips, erect nipples and tight derrieres with equal ease.

There is one issue coming up though - the glowing, gelid floor is sticking to Maria. It clings like water, droplets gathering on her outfit with each touch, but they stubbornly remain attached no matter how she moves or brushes at them. Within a bare half-minute, enough has gathered to nearly encase her forearms and calves in silvery sheen from her crawling gait. A quick glance at the gynoids - for human they might seem, but their smooth function is too similar to the kaltemanners to be truly human - shows that the latex sheds whatever this substance is easily. Perhaps the vat of it in the previous room would have proved useful, but it's too late to go back now.

The goo tingles as it begins to soak through Maria's bodysuit, and the sensation of it on her bare skin is unnaturally pleasant - whatever muscles it touches uncoil and untense, and a warm gravidness seeps into her bones from the contact. The droplets are gathering together like rain on a window to form unbroken bands across her limbs, widening and thickening.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria wondered about the purpose of this giant bowl, and the black-clad people crawling about. Did it have a real purpose or was it just a mad creation of Dr. Kratsvich? Natalie would probably know, but she couldn't reach her. More importantly, there were no signs of pursuit or detection, so Maria relaxed a bit. She'd reached the center of the caldera and could now see that the black latex clad figures were all female, and all wonderfully fit, she thought was a tinge of annoyance. Maria worked out 3-4 hours per day and maintained a careful diet. That kept her body toned and made it possible to slip into her tight black leather outfits. She wondered how these women did it, crawling about on all fours for a living?

It was at that moment, as she glanced down in jealousy at her own curves, that Maria noticed something strange. Her arms and legs seemed to be coated in what she'd noticed before but had thought was simply moisture. She lifted a hand off the shiny surface and shook it, but the water refused to shake off, not even a drop. It was clear and shiny, but viscous, and it was slowly seeping up her black-clad arms and legs.

More alarming, she realized, it seemed to be seeping inside her suit, particularly on the leg where her suit was torn; there she could feel it as far up as her thigh. And wherever the liquid was seeping in, her muscles felt strangely warm and . . . pleasant . . . as if receiving a gentle massage from a skilled masseur. Maria looked over to the black figures, and could see that the liquid was slipping off the latex, insulating those women.

She didn't know if the strange liquid's behavior was intentional or a side effect, but she thought she should escape its influence as soon as possible. Spotting a red door on the far side of the bowl, Maria headed off in that direction, increasing her crawling pace as much as she thought prudent to avoid drawing attention to herself.

 

[Obuzeti]

The liquid soon proves a problem - once it uniformly covers her arms from elbow to wrist, a pull begins to manifest, like gravity. It's trying to draw her arms together, the two synthetic sleeves trying to unite into a single whole. It's not a strong attraction, yet, but it makes crawling more difficult and clumsy, and gets worse as more of the silver goo accumulates. It's spreading down her biceps now, pleasantly ticklish under her arms, almost reminiscent of a long, warm tongue.

The same magnetic force is acting upon her legs as well, but worse, thanks to the bare skin exposed by the previous trap. The goo spreads all the way to midthigh on her protected leg, but the other is completely encased in silver by now all the way up to her hips. The pull is much more difficult to ignore there with how much more liquid has gathered, and the distracting energy - that warmth and slight vibration, tingling beneath the skin, like a lover's kiss on every inch of skin it covers - is becoming dangerously distracting.

There is a jolt as the first few drops begin to collect in the join of Maria's hips, barely an inch from her lower lips as the silver material continues to spread up under her suit from her unprotected leg. At the current pace, her pelvis will be covered in about a minute by the goo.

The far side of the dome is distant, as of yet. It will take her almost five minutes to reach it at her current pace, a prospect that seems grim. She's also approaching one of the black-clad women now, her ample ass bobbing rhythmically in time with pulses of traced light from the floor beneath her. This close, the smell of arousal is clearly evident, along with a steady panting.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria knew the difference between life and death for an ADA agent was about decision making, and timing. She realized her mistake too late. She should have thrown away the subterfuge and got to her feet and run, at the first sign of the silver liquid's nefarious effects. She should have known the evil Doctor would leave nothing to chance.

Now it was clear to her this was no side effect, the liquid was slowly and inexorably trying to debilitate her. Maria's liquid-encased arms were a struggle to keep from pulling together, and on her legs, what had at first seemed a pleasurable nuisance when it was on her ankles and calves, was now a serious problem. Like an innocent masseur turned into a sexual molester, the liquid had now reached far more sensitive places, tickling her inner thighs, and more alarmingly, was beginning to seep inside her panties. Maria looked up - the red door seemed so far away - and even worse, there was a latex clad figure directly in front of her. For the first time, Maria noticed the flashes of light on the silvery floor seemed to coincide with the movements of the girl's ass, and combined with the faint scent of arousal, Maria began to grasp what was going on in this strange silver bowl.

In her business, an agent often followed a mistake with another mistake. Maria was fully aware she might be doing just that as she jumped to her feet and began running for the red door. Her gait was awkward for her arms kept trying to come together, and her legs felt like jello. She'd gone maybe 10 meters when she felt a warm gush as the liquid completely enveloped the inside of her panties. The sensation of warm kisses all over between her thighs caused her to gasp and for a second disrupted her stride, causing her to nearly trip. At the same time, the warm tongue-like liquid had passed her arms and was seeping inside her suit to encircle the outer edge of her breasts. Maria ignored the delicious sensations coming from all over her body and focused on her running gait. She'd gone another 10 meters when her mouth suddenly flew open. The liquid had spread across her ass and was seeping into the crack between her cheeks. Reflexively, she reached a hand back to try to ward off the uncomfortable sensation. That was a mistake, for her arm behind her succumbed to the attractive force of the silver liquid and attached itself to her other arm as her running stride brought it behind her. Still running, Maria twisted about trying to undo her arms, but found it impossible to gain enough leverage with her arms bent backwards. Just then she felt a warm tongue lick her most private place, and her thighs clenched together, causing her to trip. Without her arms to stop her, Maria sprawled on her chest against the soft silver surface. Forcing down the rising sense of panic, she sat up quickly, her chest now completely covered in a layer of liquid, and she looked about, trying to orient herself.

 

[Obuzeti]

With the new splotches of goo across her chest and sides, the goo rapidly expands to cover the rest of Maria's body. It crawls over her chest, lovingly cupping her heavy breasts with warm, supportive fluid, and encases her nipples in soft, vibrating firmness.

Far more alarming, though, is its attentions to her nethers; the liquid flows down her navel and up over her luscious ass, clamping down over her firm globes and spreading them wide, exposing her entirely to its own attentions. The distinct, overwhelming sensation of a warm tongue begins to lap and caress at both her lower lips and her pucker simultaneously, circling the sensitive orifices with wet tips and probing thrusts as it builds up mass for whatever act of violation it will next perform. Faint flickers of light are now radiating from Maria into the floor as the impulses of her own excited nerves radiate out through the synthskin and into the greater network below, a nervous system the size of a building that is drawing her into its own brobdingnagian complex.

With her arms now sealed up behind her back in an organic armbinder and her body spread for her impersonal intruder's inspection, Maria's chances of reaching the door are faint, for all that it's barely twenty feet away. At least her legs aren't binding together like her arms - to the contrary, the suit seems to be attempting to flex them wide and apart, to force her to bend low and luridly wide for no one's inspection, like the dozens of prostrated, writhing gynoids about the area.

But the goo is climbing up her collarbone now, and will soon reach her neck. It's now or never, even with the suit now licentiously probing her body. The synthfluid draws a warm tongue across her clitoris as she looks, forcing a shudder across Maria's body as it explores.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria squirmed helplessly as she felt the warm liquid covering her breasts. Her breathing had gone ragged despite her extreme conditioning, and she struggled to get to her feet as her legs were slowly forced apart. With her arms pinned behind her, Maria knew she wouldn't be able to open the red door, and she wasn't even sure her legs could make the short distance. There was only one option. Using her tongue, Maria deftly flipped open the cover on the EMP hidden among her teeth, one of two remaining bombs. One bite would set it off. But she hesitated. Would that even affect the liquid? She wasn't sure. It was also likely even her hardened electronics wouldn't survive another EMP bomb. She closed the cover with her tongue again.

"Scarlet, come in, Scarlet," she heard suddenly in her ear. The voice was staticky, perhaps the radio signal had found a lucky opening in the interference.

"Nat!" cried Maria, her voice husky and hoarse. "Thank god it's you!"

"Are you ok, Maria?" said Natalie, concerned.

"I . . . oh god," choked Maria, as two tongues worked there way around her sensitive orifices, in an almost sentient fashion. Maria was not inexperienced in lovemaking, but never had she experienced the sensation of so many lovers working on her at once. The tongue-like goo working its magic between her legs, the warm, gentle suckling on her breasts and nipples. "Nat," she gasped, "I'm in . . . a . . . trap!"

"A sexual one, I see," said Natalie, most likely observing Maria's vitals on her computer. "Did you use the anti-libido protocol?"

Maria groaned. She'd forgotten - the medical pad hidden on her lower calf, one of the medications was a serum to counteract just such an attack. It would render her all but indifferent to arousal.

"You forgot?" said Natalie. "Do it now, Maria!"

Maria nodded, biting her lip as the goo was giving her poor swollen nipples hard squeezes, alternating with gentle sucking motions. "Protocol C!" she said, waiting with eager anticipation for the injection that would make the overwhelming desire in her body go away. Nothing happened. "Protocol C!" she cried. Still nothing. Panicking, Maria shouted another command. "Protocol Status Report!" That should have cause a loud beeping sound, but nothing happened.

"Oh no!" she said, suddenly. "Nat, the liquid en--encasing my leg m-must be blocking the voice command!" Even speaking was becoming difficult. And the liquid was now up to her chin. She prayed it wouldn't suffocate her! "Nat?" She heard only static on the line. "Nat, p-please come in!" Nothing.

The pad could be activated manually. Maria strained, trying to reach a hand down to her leg. It was no good, her legs were apart, and slowly being spread wider, and her arms were helplessly pinned behind her. "No!" she cried, sensing defeat. The tooth bomb, she'd have to set it off . . .

 

[Obuzeti]

The goo slides up Maria's neck, and much to her misfortune, becomes the last missing part of the fetishistic gear so common to the gynoids here - a gag that slides gently into her mouth, forming a thick ball gag that pins her mouth wide and her tongue to the floor of her mouth. The EMP is useless now, and the long, wet length that licks about the inside of her mouth, exploring it as gently as a lover, only compounds the humiliation of that failure.

In the delta of her legs her prison continues to lap at her spread sex and ass, these false lengths now moving deeper inside, teasing flesh hot and sensitive from excitation with wet swipes of darting tongue. It is an assault no human could withstand, and the suit is relentless in chasing every quiver of thigh and tremble of finger with lapping, loving tongues across her entire body, bathing her in the trembling of pre-orgasm.

But now, it works gently into her spread folds, seeking deeper than any man could, sinking beneath the skin - and then somewhere beneath muscle and nerve, it takes hold of her and clenches tight, warm and suckling and wrong. And though her hips could buck and the tongues trill and seek and lave her quivering pussy and grasping pucker, the tightening knot of orgasm wouldn't break and throw her into ecstasy, leaving her quivering on the edge.

The webwork of light begins pulsing brighter as she teeters on the edge of climax that she cannot reach, and the door that she had entered through opens and dispenses a pair of kaltemanners that approach her with heavy, tromping steps, following the lines of light in the floor, the neural map to her clenching, orgiastic torment.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria was feeling about with her tongue for the cap on the EMP when the warm silver goo began to enter the mouth. She arched her back, struggling to free her arms, as panic set in at the terrifying sensation of her mouth being gagged. In a second, the warm thick material had filled her mouth, pressing her tongue flat and dashing any hope of setting off the 2nd EMP. Maria continued to fight, thrashing her head, her heart pounding in her chest, but all she could do was make pitiful mewling sounds of protest. She looked about frantically for aid, but she was on her own, even the comforting voice of Natalie was reduced to soft static.

The liquid encasing Maria's body gave her no time to adjust to her new situation, continuing its relentless assault on every nook and cranny of her struggling body. Maria fought to keep her legs from being spread wide, but every time she tried to muster strength in her thighs, the lapping, teasing, licking tongues would leave her twitching and spasming to the unbidden pleasure. Maria had always had sensitive breasts, and the warm enveloping goo that cupped and teased her lobes was making her moan and choke into the liquid gag.

Maria heard a noise, a sliding sound in the distance. She looked to see two kaltemanners enter and head straight for her. No! she thought, turning to escape, only to land in a pitiful heap on the silver surface, her legs spread almost painfully wide, and her chest pressed into the soft floor. They would take her to Dr. Kratsvich most likely, and she couldn't bear to face her enemy in this state, a quivering, terribly aroused mess.

"Maria, are you there?" said the voice in her ear suddenly. Maria tried to answer Nat, her voice coming out as little more than whimpers and muffled cries.

"You can't talk? Oh dear," said Natalie. "He's got you, hasn't he? I can see from your vitals! Maybe he's gagged you?" The crescendo of sounds from Maria's throat told her friend the answer.

"Ok, that explains why the 2nd EMP didn't go off. Maria, listen to me. The 3rd EMP is embedded deep inside your vagina. All you have to do to set it off, is to cum, the contractions will set it off, and you'll get your chance to escape. It sounds like you're almost there, don't be stubborn, let yourself orgasm, it's your best cha---" the voice ended suddenly in static. No! She'd clung to Natalie's voice like a lifeline. But like always, Nat had the answer!

Maria had totally forgotten about the 3rd EMP, of course. She'd been resisting the goo, not very successfully, but she needed to let herself cum. The tongues on her clit and pussy felt so impossibly good, she relaxed her tense muscles and tried to go along. Maria moaned as her hips bucked and trembled and she knew she was close. But just as she tried to focus on the tongues, others flared up and distracted her, as warm lips suckled her nipples, and a wet tongue explored her inner thighs, while a wet lover's tongue explored her mouth. She whimpered and shook as a tongue pushed into her anus, then arched her back and let out a muffled cry as the tongue on her clit stirred again. Maria was way past the point she'd have cum normally, and she didn't understand what was happening. As impossible as it seemed, she tried to relax, tried to enjoy the lascivious attacks.

Several minutes passed, or more perhaps, for time seemed to stand still, and Maria realized she still hadn't cum. She'd lost control of her own voice, the liquid suit's carefully orchestrated assault drawing a near endless streams of soft cries, moans and mewling sounds from her own throat, and she helpless to stop it. Nor could she control her body as it constantly jerked and twitched, muscles contracting and hips jerking to the endless tune of the liquid torture. Tears came down her eyes at the impossible cruelty of keeping her in such a state without letting her cum. No skill, no training, could cope with this, she was truly helpless to fight the doctor's wizardry. She would have to rely on his mercy, and she prayed his madness had not destroyed it. She hadn't even noticed the kaltemanners standing next to her, silently, waiting some remote command perhaps. She willed them to take her somewhere, anywhere to break the maddening cycle of near climax and aching disappointment.

 

[Obuzeti]

With her form pliant and unresisting, the kaltemanners lift Maria, one on either side, and unceremoniously carry her out, even as her spastic torment continues. Every shift and jog caused by their erratic gait draws an equal response from the silver bodysuit encasing Maria - a long lap of a tongue into her clutching pussy, or a slender shaft probing deep into her grasping pucker. The goo extends up further to cover Maria's eyes and ears, and for an interminable amount of time, she is borne in a silent, still world.

No distractions. No sound or sight through the viscious goo, only the sensation of her carried body being rocked, and the endless teasing of phantom tongues across her vainly spasming body. Her fluttering belly caressed by wet lengths. Her heaving breasts suckled and cupped. Fingers entwined and spread with no one else's.

It was madness.

Finally, the goo recedes from her eyes and ears, and when Maria recovers her senses she is in a madman's framework, bound and naked but for the thin skin of goo, her leather outfit having been stripped from her in transit. She is in the same, forced crawl, but now with firm metal shackles binding her at ankle and knee to a black padded plateau, and her legs spread lewdly apart. Her arms are similarly bound to the promontory, and her breasts hang down heavy and full, tingling from the lingering licks the suit still lavishes upon her. Her head, likewise, is held in place by a thick liquid collar, forcing her to stare straight ahead at a black, blank screen. From what little she can see of the room around her, it is just as empty and sterile as the one she had found the other woman in - a platform for punishment, and barren of all other detail. Presumably there is a door, but its location isn't visible from her limited field of view.

There is an ominous whirring behind her.

The screen flickers, producing a message:

You are now a prisoner of war. Please state your name - the collar will pick up on any subvocalizations without the need for oratory enunciation. Failure to comply will be punished; compliance will be rewarded.

The word compliance is underlined with a long, loving lick over her aching and exposed clitoris, along with the sensation of two firm hands spreading her taut cheeks, readying her for more relentless stimulation.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria felt a flood of relief as the machines lifted her off the treacherous silver surface finally, for she assumed it meant the liquid torments would be ending. So when the liquid extended up to cover her eyes and ears, it set off a panic of thrashing and mewling as she was deprived of her senses. Unfortunately, that simply focused her body's sensory attention on the still continuing assault her poor body was suffering. Maria could feel herself being carried by the metallic grips on her upper arms, and she quickly came to dread each step, for it meant a lick, or suckling, or a deep penetration, each one a delicious torment, but the accumulation never quite sufficient to provide her the relief of a shuddering orgasm.

When the movement finally stopped, she groaned as her body flared up in anticipation. Someone or more likely, some thing was manipulating her arms and legs, and then she was surprised as the goo receded from her ears and eyes, and she could see again. She was in a small white room, on all fours, her ankles and knees shackled to a soft black platform in a humiliatingly wide stance. She could see now that her leather suit was gone, as if dissolved, for she hadn't even noticed. Her elbows and wrists were also bound to the platform, leaving her breasts dangling in the air, still covered by a thin layer of the liquid suit, while her head was fixed in place, facing a large monitor screen.

Maria heard a metallic whirring behind her, and strained against the bonds, but she could not turn her head enough to see behind her. The sensation of being naked and spread wide, defenseless against whatever was behind her, was terribly disconcerting. Suddenly, the liquid gag withdrew, and she gasped for air, as she heard a voice overhead.

You are now a prisoner of war. Please state your name - the collar will pick up on any subvocalizations without the need for oratory enunciation. Failure to comply will be punished; compliance will be rewarded.

Maria gasped at the word 'compliance' as a tongue lavished attention on her aching clit, making her arch her back as her body tried in vain to climax yet again. She felt two strong hands press against her cheeks, spreading her even wider, the cool air on her hot quivering flesh a cruel tease.

Maria knew a prisoner of war would state her name, rank and serial number, and nothing more, but she was not a soldier, she was a spy, and not bound by such rules. She was also highly trained in resisting interrogation, although such training had been of little aid so far. Nothing in the ADA's training regimen had prepared her for the perverted but advanced technology at Kratsvich's disposal, and she shuddered to think what else he might have in store for her. Still, her stubbornness quickly rose to the surface.

"Scarlett O'hara," she said. "Major. Serial number O-565390" She wondered if they would recognize Clark Gable's serial number.

 

[Obuzeti]

The screen goes blank for a long second, as it processes this information. The suit ceases its incesssant torment at last, even though Maria's body tingles yet from her unconventional capture. The air is cool against her skin even through the suit, and something is keeping the air moving, brushing against her skin in a low current that keeps her from overheating too much.

Information invalid. Applying conditioning.

The whirr behind Maria is joined by a loud click, and then something brushes up against her clit and spreads her mons wide - some kind of sphere that provides wonderful, aching tension against her clitoris. Then it begins to vibrate, a soft, ceaseless friction that sends her kegel muscles into a fluttering frenzy. A timer pops up onto the screen at the same time, displaying a sixty second countdown.

It's a very long sixty seconds, as her pussy grasps pointlessly at the intruder spreading her lower lips, and her hips buck in pre-orgasm, never allowed to topple over the estatic peak.

Finally it ends, and the timer fades, as the vibrating implement is removed from Maria's throbbing clitoris, glistening with her fluids. The screen blinks again into the question:

State your name. Compliance will be rewarded.

Now something meatier probes at her clasping lips, something broad and stiff that maches her cunt throb with unfulfilled need, terrifying in its depth.

 

[Tanuki]

Maria was surprised when the liquid suit suddenly stopped tormenting her, leaving her feeling wet and still terribly aroused, and unfulfilled.

The screen came to life after a few seconds.

Information invalid. Applying conditioning.

A 60 second counter appeared and began counting down. 60 seconds, that can't be too bad, Maria thought.

Something clicked behind her, and then she felt something move against her most sensitive spot. It was round, and vibrating, or something, but unlike any sex toy she'd encountered. A soft cry escaped her lips before she could stifle it, and she bit her lip as the device provided the most intense pleasure. Maria was damned if she was going to cry out for that bastard, whom she knew had to be watching. Then she had a strange thought - what if he wasn't watching her, what if she was so insignificant to him, he didn't care? Was she simply being tormented by unthinking machines? And if so, would it ever end? Machines didn't care how long they worked, they didn't get tired, or feel pity. It was such a terrifying thought that she immediately pushed it from her mind.

"Oh god," she choked, as her lower lips clenched and quivered in vain, and she struggled uselessly strapped to the black platform. It occurred to Maria that if she somehow managed to orgasm, the EMP bomb would go off, and she'd still be stuck here attached to the platform, and she'd be down to just one device. But as she squirmed and wriggled, so close to cumming, yet somehow unable to cross the threshold, it was becoming clear the machines were withholding that as a form of punishment. It was as if they knew her body better than she did, and that was disconcerting.

Somehow, Maria managed to go the 60 seconds without breaking and crying out, and when the vibrating device retracted, she let out a long sigh and gasped for breath.

State your name. Compliance will be rewarded.

Oh god, she thought. The machine was relentless. She jumped, trying to move away as something moved against the slickness of her exposed pussy. Her body reacted eagerly to the object's presence in humiliating fashion. Maria thought of stating her name, what would be the harm. But what if her 'reward' was to be allowed to orgasm? The machine would force her to cum, setting off the bomb. What if the machines in the room died, and no actual human was watching, she'd be stuck chained to this platform til she died of starvation! She couldn't take that chance.

"You can stick your compliance up your ass," she said, finally.

 

[Obuzeti]

There is a brief pause, and then the screen flickers up a new message.

Preferences updated. Applying conditioning.

The suit's grip upon Maria's taut ass spreads her wide again, and something presses up against her tight pucker - a narrow tip that slips through despite her reflexive clenching, and then a thicker body that nudges up against the clutching ring of muscle, slowly forcing into her anus with relentless and inexorable patience, its surface slick with some kind of lubricant that keep the sensations no more than alien. It fills her deep, the broadness of the shaft forcing her against her bindings, until it finally, finally halts.

There is a pause, and then a mechanical whirr as her intruder rocks backwards, then forwards once, her hips shifting automatically to accomodate the penetration. Then it begins to steadily fuck her, broad shaft slipping in and out of Maria's ass with relentless determination, as the timer displays on the screen again : sixty seconds.

At the peak of each stroke, when the shaft is buried most deeply in her ass, the sphere vibrates for a split second, training the agent's body to respond to each penetration with thick, clouded arousal, taunting her with orgasm even if she has no favor with this kind of violation.