“Why look, if it isn’t Ted and Ted. Or should I call you Ted and Ted? Which one of you is Ted? Oh that’s right, you both are. Well, before I disappear with 20 years of secrets, let me tell you—”
“I’m Jeff, and this is Tim,” said the higher-ranking agent who’d arrived at the scene. “We get to choose our names now. You should read your email more often... now, for the last time: Dr. Pendleton, take off the device, and come with us. You don’t want to do this.”
Unable to be silent any longer, the woman who’d been watching from the safety of her office came into the main lab and asked, “All week he’s been acting weird. All week! I know you two know what’s going on. What did he do to all of our projects? He’s taken apart half of them and used the parts in that... that thing on his back. What is that thing?”
“Dr. Burns, I presume?” Jeff asked, and when the woman nodded, he continued. “Well, if his ranting over the last 10 minutes is any indication, I’d say he’s figured out the secret of stopping time, and is about to activate his device.”
Dr. Burns, panicking slightly, yelled “Can’t you make him stop?!” as if she didn’t think it’d occurred to either man actually try to stop him. “You can’t let him create some kind of... of whatever he’s—”
“Inverse stasis space-time bubble!” shouted Pendleton, childishly stomping his feet where he stood. “I went over that already!”
Ignoring him, Tim said, “Per our contract, you’re allowed to use a telepathic jamming device in the lab, and you’re doing so now. So, we can’t make him do anything. I think we should... oh... let this thing run its course.”
“DO SOMETHING!!” Dr. Burns screamed.
Tim looked at Jeff, who monotonously recited, “No, Dr. Pendleton, stop. Please stop, for your own safety. Step away from the device and do not activate it.”
“I’ve got all I need to put you guys out of business right here,” Pendleton said, holding up a hard drive, “and you will regret ever holding back science to serve your needs. And as for you,” he shouted, looking over to his female soon-to-be-former partner, “before you can even blink your eye, I’m going to do things to you that you should have let me do a long time ago.”
Dr. Burns instinctively crossed her arms protectively over her body. Jeff turned to her and said, “Better turn around.” Both the men then turned away, eyes shut and hands over their ears.
Dr. Pendleton had already begun to move the slider on his control panel from the off position to full power. A brilliant white flash filled the room, followed by the three distinctive sounds a fully-functional time stop device makes upon activation.
BANG!
WOOOOSH!
SKREEEEEEEEE!!
by Bobwhite
Author’s note: This one is for Alei, the author of The Reality Machine. Dr. Burns and the machine itself are her creation, not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little story. Reading the original isn’t required prior to reading this story, but if you haven’t read it, you should do so now—for your own benefit.
“So,” Dr. Burns said to Tim as he used a tube of bioglue to close a gash on her cheek, “let me get this straight. He took a bunch of spare parts, cobbled together a time stop device, and instead of using it to study the space/time continuum, he was going to go around, taking women’s clothes off, tying people’s shoelaces together to see them trip, break into a bank—ouch! Do you have to do that? You know I could just fix it myself.”
“Sorry, this stuff stings a little. But yeah, that’s what he was planning. It’s what they’re always planning. Give a brilliant scientist a device that can stop time, and he instantly becomes a mischievous 9-year-old perv,” Tim said. “Anyway, we’re having a special Star agent come by, to make sure Pendleton didn’t access the RM-61105 and make any changes you don’t know about. Whoever it is will fix the scar on your cheek. And... there ya go; you’re all fixed up, doctor.”
“Call me Pat,” she said, rubbing her cheek tenderly.
Jeff entered the room. “Well,” he said, “the mad super-scientist was, as per usual, frozen completely solid by the absolute zero temperature of his little time-stopped world. One of the guys on the cleanup crew, Ted, knocked him over. So, he shattered. But, we were able to sweep most of him up before the pieces started to thaw. We wiped everything else down, so it’s all spic and span in there.”
“‘Ted,’ did you say? You mean when they let you guys choose your own names, the best he could come up with was ‘Ted?’”
Jeff chuckled and said, “Yeah, well, some folks don’t like change, I guess. Anyway... we’re outta here. You have some forms to fill out, and like Tim said, we’re sending someone by later to make sure everything is OK with your primary project. Stick around till they come and check everything out, OK?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Pat said. “Like I’m going anywhere with all that paperwork to do.”
A few hours later, Dr. Burns was still filling out requisition forms to replace the equipment Dr. Pendleton had cannibalized in the construction of his device. Idly, she wondered about who his replacement would be. Something tells me it won’t be a woman... I suppose I should just hope that whoever replaces Kevin isn’t come perv always trying to look down my shirt... say, that reminds me....
Patricia opened the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled the one thing Dr. Pendleton had worked on that hadn’t ended up as part of his machine: the upgraded interface for the quantum matrix generator.
Pat took a deep breath slowly as her awareness of the entire lab complex solidified. When she was fully integrated with the QMG, she looked at her chest, which she’d shrunk to uninteresting proportions to avoid having Pendleton stare at her more than she could bear. He was augmented, like the agents were, and she couldn’t alter him or his behavior, so to her chagrin she had to play Plain Jane at the lab.
A few carefully calculated reality manipulations later, her chest had grown to the larger size she preferred. She felt them, carefully squeezing them and running her hands over them, and smiled as if she’d just been re-acquainted with two old friends. “Now, to wait for someone to fix my face,” she mumbled to herself. Those Star agents... always give me the creeps. It’s like they have my machine in their brains. I guess they can tell if Pendleton accessed the QMG, but I wish they’d let me fix my face first.
“You wish what?” chimed a sing-song voice from across the room.
Pat smiled at the pretty woman who had just come in. “I didn’t think you could hear my thoughts with the jammers on?”
“Oh, I’m not one of them. I’m a Star. I take it you’re Patricia Burns? I’m Julie. I was sent here to check up on things,” she said, making sure to make the last bit sound corny enough to elicit a laugh. Patricia giggled before she could stop herself. “Oh, and I hear you have a bioglue repair on your face. Nasty scars from that stuff. I can fix that right up.”
“I could have fixed it myself, but you know how those boys can be,” Patricia said as she appraised the Star’s looks. I was not expecting a woman! Could use a little more on top, though, but she’s so cute... I’m glad they didn’t send another guy....
“I know, right? They always send one of the boys. And I like my boobs just the way they are, thank you very much. Anyway, come here, let me get a closer look at your cheek. Or should I grow my boobs to entice you?”
Before she could answer, Pat’s body stood up and walked to the woman, stopping just a few inches from her.
“Sorry ‘bout the puppet routine, it’s just quicker. OK, hold still,” she said. Patricia felt a light tingle along the wound on her face, and a slight pinching and tugging, and then it was gone. “There, all done. Scar’s gone, your head is clear, and no alterations to the confines of the lab that weren’t done by you. Well, if that’s all, I’ll—”
“Who said that’s all?” asked the doctor, with a sly grin forming on her face. “You know, the agents always have some shield up, keeps me from trying things, and I wonder....” With a few well-placed mental commands, she forced Julie into the body and mind of a stereotypical fetish French maid.
Julie gasped, closed her eyes, and slowly shook her head, trying to clear the fog that had suddenly tried to wrap around her mind. She looked down, and noticed to her annoyance that her breasts were now much larger. Reaching down, she confirmed that she was no longer wearing underwear.
“Oui, mademoiselle, zat... ahem... OK, that was unexpected,” she said, ridding herself of the French accent she’d been given. “Impressive, really. The boys at dispatch said you would try something, but you should know that my control over reality doesn’t end with this lab, and I don’t need a m-machine... ooooh, oh, oh, I can feel you pushing into me....”
Julie gritted her teeth and wrapped her core being in a shield that she knew nobody, not even someone with her powers over reality, could pierce. She wasn’t aware, though, that Pat was studying her reaction carefully.
“So, that’s the big secret. You can do what I do, but without a machine, and I can’t reshape your, whatever you call it... your core? Well, dear, you do have that on me. But I wonder if you have ever considered how much control your body has over you?”
Julie restored her body to its previous form. Turning to leave, she said, “OK, that’ll do. I’m leaving, and if you’re lucky, I won’t report this... hey, what’s with this door?”
The door wouldn’t open. A few moments later, it wasn’t even a door anymore.
“Alright, that’s it.” Julie said, her voice suddenly stern. She didn’t even turn to face Patricia as she began a few adjustments of her own. “A little help, please?”
Pat was instantly ashamed of herself. She realized that her manipulations weren’t helping Julie, and that was the only thing that mattered—the only thing that had ever mattered, in her entire life, was helping her friend Julie. The door reappeared.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Julie said as she opened the door.
The QMG interfaced caught the external reality manipulation, and restored Pat’s original line of thought. Pat said, “Oh, that was slick. Very slick. And speaking of slick....”
Julie slipped and fell to the suddenly unstable floor. It was enough of a distraction for Pat; within seconds, she pushed into Julie’s being, heading straight for the core. Julie, predictably, retreated to make sure it was protected, and that was all the misdirection Pat needed to completely take over Julie’s body, totally cutting her off from it by wrapping up the protected core in a web of her own.
Horrified, Julie stood still as a statue while the wall in front of her wavered and became a huge mirror. Her chest filled out with tits that would rival any respectable porn star’s, and her hair short brown hair darkened and grew, falling in luxurious waves to about the middle of her back. She was trapped, her body at the mercy of her captor.
“Oh, my dear, I can hear your brain rattling out what your spirit is thinking, that you are safe and in control of you... but let’s see how long it takes before you give yourself over to me willingly, now that I control your body.”
Julie saw Pat vanish into thin air. Suddenly, she felt invisible hands run lightly over her body, one stopping to cup her very wet pussy. A finger then teased the opening.
As the fire of lust built inside her, Julie stammered, “You can’t... change... change me like you c-could with... the... others....”
“Oh, you’re right about that...,” Patricia whispered into Julie’s ear, “but while I can toy with this luscious body I’ve given you all I want, and I do want, I can’t make you give yourself to me, so maybe I’ll just... leave you like this? I can use your phone to call you in sick for... oh, as long as I want.”
The finger wiggling inside her folds left Julie in no position to fight for possession of her body. She watched, helplessly horny, as her body was tweaked by Dr. Burns. Her breasts grew again, her hair turned blond, her skin took on a very light tan, and she could not even close her eyes.
“This is how beautiful I expect my slaves to be. But the body being beautiful isn’t enough, it must be receptive to my touch, every inch of skin wired for sexual pleasure... like this....”
“Oh!” Every inch of Julie’s skin came alive with raw desire. She could feel the faint movement of air across her skin, like a lover gently stroking her sex.
“I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right. I can’t take the essence that is you, like I could with the others, and reshape it so something more... well, you know. I can’t force it with you—you’d have to give yourself to me. But I can keep you like this for a long time, since you all but gave me reign over your body.”
Please... you won’t... get... oh, away with this, they’ll... look... for me..., Julie thought, unable to speak.
“Maybe you’re right. How long do you think it’ll take before they start? Oh, don’t worry—you’ll be here with me for a while. Don’t worry about being seen, though. I’ll make sure that nobody sees you, or touches you, or gets you off.”
Pat reached out and grabbed Julie’s newly massive tits. She pinched her nipples, bringing Julie to her knees. “So close to release... so close, yet so far, eh, pet? Let me in, and I will take you to a place that no man, no matter how big or hard you make his cock, could ever take you.”
Pat was playing Julie’s body like a violin, driving her to insane levels of arousal, keeping her just on the verge, pushing her just to the edge of an orgasm whose intensity she was almost afraid of. Julie looked up, seeing Pat’s naked pussy, so wet and so close. Just then, a choker appeared around Julie’s neck, and within moments she was bound in place.
“Oh no. Not so fast. I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right—when you make me cum, I let you cum. But I don’t get to cum until you lick me. And you don’t get to lick me until you submit, completely.”
A shiny, latex-like material formed around Julie’s body, covering every inch of her skin in blackness. Only her face remained uncovered. The strange catsuit began to caress her, rubbing and pinching her body, gently probing her sex and ass, making her whimper.
“I’ll remind you... you could be like this for awhile. Oh, not always bound like this, covered in a suit that molests you all by itself. Well, OK, the suit will be on you until I decide to take it off, which won’t be for some time. But nobody will be looking for you for a long time.”
Julie mumbled incoherently into the gag that appeared in her mouth, and struggled in vain as the suit repositioned her so that she was on her hands and knees. The cool, airy sensation she felt around her bottom told her that the suit had opened up around her crotch. She felt Pat sit on her back, facing the opposite direction she was in, and soon she even felt Pat’s fingers teasing her sex again.
“I want you. But, I am a patient woman. Maybe I’ll just lock up the lab and go home for the night.”
Julie’s hips were rocking of their own accord, chasing Pat’s fingers, hoping to trick them into slipping all the way in, thinking that would surely put her over the edge. Her breathing became ragged, and she would have collapsed if the suit weren’t supporting her.
“Please... please just....” Julie whimpered.
“You know the terms.”
“OK! Please, OK, I’m yours! Just... please, make me... cum!”
Pat gave a firm push, but was blocked. “Tisk, tisk. Saying it is one thing,” Pat said, standing up. Her bonds released, Julie scrambled to her knees, her face barely an inch away from Pat’s wet sex. “Now, give it to me.”
Julie knew she was trapped. Her body was turned on beyond all belief, and she realized that if she didn’t regain control, soon she’d do anything for the release she sought. She even tried to bring her hands to her sex, but the second skin prevented her. She couldn’t look away from the pussy in front of her. She stuck out her tongue and tried to lean forward, but still she could not make contact with Pat’s body.
Finally, she closed her eyes, and visualized the core of her being, the kernel that was her essence, wrapped up in what people call bodies, and the world. She had screwed up, conceding her body when she should have fought for it, but it was too late to do anything about it. Delirious with lust and maddening pleasure, she carefully removed the membrane protecting her very essence.
The world around her shuddered and fractured, until the lab and office re-emerged. Her bodysuit remained, though. Pat ran her fingers into Julie’s hair, then balled her hands up into fists, gripping her slave’s head tightly. Julie, realizing just how great it would be to be owned by her powerful Mistress, looked up in adoration.
“Oh, my dear, thank you. Now, show me why you are a better slave than any of the others.”
Pat pulled Julie’s head so that her mouth was against her pussy. She was expecting an enthusiastic tongue lashing, forgetting for a moment that she now controlled a woman who was well-versed in reshaping minds and bodies. When Julie’s tongue grew longer than should have been possible, sliding around and over her pussy, then plunged several inches into into it, Pat gasped in delight and surprise.
Julie’s memories were filled with a new life story. She had been with as many women as men in her long, formerly free life, and without the normal limits of human physiology, she had become an impossibly good pussy licker. Her enlarged tongue pulsated and slithered inside her Mistress’ hot pussy, the wet roughness of her taste buds rubbing up and down against her slit as she tongue-fucked her Mistress.
Within seconds, Pat came. And a few moments later, she came again. A flood of orgasmic bliss began to wash over her, showing no signs of slowing, as Julie lovingly bestowed an unending orgasm on her Mistress.
With a thought, Pat released the hold on Julie’s climax that had broken her so effectively. Free from the physical and mental restrictions, her hands shot to her pussy, and within a few frantic seconds, she came with more force than she could ever remember. Her attention to her Mistress broken by the tidal wave of pleasure allowed Pat to recover from the constant state of orgasm Julie had been keeping her in.
It was several minutes before either of them could breathe calmly enough to consider saying anything. Julie sat up and looked around. Seeing that Pat was still a wreck, she reached out and revitalized her body, erasing her fatigue like one would delete a file from a computer. Pat felt the change and stood up. Summoning her lab clothes from the aether, she motioned for Julie to stand, and a re-fitted version of the outfit she walked in appeared.
“Get dressed. We’re going home. If that was any demonstration of your powers, then something tells me I’m a very lucky Mistress. They’ll undoubtedly be watching for me to use you to have too much fun outside the lab... so that means I will have to keep you all to myself.”
Julie bit her lower lip, giddy with the understanding that she could please her owner in ways none of her other conquests could possibly imagine. And like any good pet, she couldn’t wait to prove her devotion.
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