Fan Fiction
Contents - [Prologue|Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5|Chapter 6|Chapter 7|Chapter 8|Chapter 9|Chapter 10|Chapter 11|Ending #1|Ending #2|Ending #3|Ending #4]
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"Mr. Miller! Mr. Miller!"
Miller sighed as he walked down the hallway. "What is it, Dr. Krause?" said Miller.
"The next step of training!" said the aged scientist. "It's —"
"— been made against your recommendations, yes," said Miller dryly.
"I still say that programming the information directly into her mind is the more practical, and prevents her from missing anything important," grumbled Dr. Krause.
"Doctor, we've been through this before," said Miller. "Practicality, in certain instances, is useless. She'd just have information overload."
Dr. Krause said, "And she might become too scared to ask the right questions."
"The machine will tell her anyway," said Miller with a shrug. "Look, doctor, you're a scientist, not a psychologist. The —"
"Don't insult my intelligence, Mr. Miller," said Dr. Krause darkly.
"My sincerest apologies," said Miller insincerely. "In any event, the decision is outside both of our spheres of influence, and it's been made. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get her ready."
Dizzy found herself in the middle of a dark room. Her wings were wrapped uncomfortably around her, pinning her arms to her sides, and a chain was wrapped tightly around them. She was sitting on a sort of stool, with her legs and tail cuffed to the legs, and she felt a vibrator in her sex.
"Where am I ...?" she whispered softly.
A metallic voice said, "You are in room C-47 of the ACCESS base."
Dizzy whimpered. "Who are you ...?"
"I am the Thought Machine. My purpose is to give you information."
Dizzy blinked. "Information ...?"
The Machine said, "Information regarding ACCESS, your current purpose, and Project: Innocent Gear."
Dizzy gasped as the vibrator began buzzing within her. "Ahhh ... w ... what's this vibrator for ...?"
"Director Elias Miller thought it would be fun."
Abruptly, the vibration stopped. Dizzy whimpered. "Mou ... what's ACCESS?"
"ACCESS is a scion of the Post-War Administration Bureau which has recently become entirely separate from it," said the Machine. "Its purpose was originally intended to continue the work of an individual who is now known only as That Man, the founder of the original Gear Project."
Dizzy gasped as the vibration began again. "And .. w ... what's the new project ...?"
The Machine, which clearly didn't care about the vibrator, said, "The purpose of Project: Innocent Gear is to create Gears which could be considered just as powerful as those previously created, except more easily controlled by humans."
Dizzy let out a soft moan from the vibrations. A part of her was surprised that she could understand the Machine so clearly through her arousal, but the rest of her mind was elsewhere. "Ah ... w ... what's going to happen ... to me ...?" she breathed. Then let out a whimper as the vibrations stopped.
"You are to be used as a test subject for various techniques in control," said the Machine. "Once a suitable replacement Gear has been created, and/or should you cease to be useful in this purpose for one reason or another — including the premature conclusion of the Project —" And the vibrations began again. "— you will become the personal property of Elias Miller."
Dizzy felt a wave of panic building up within her, but she fought it. She knew that Miller was watching and would only use his mind-control powers to stop it himself. The vibrator wasn't helping things, though.
("Interesting reaction," said Dr. Krause as he looked at the various monitors. "I submit that perhaps she's trying to control her panic herself as if rebelling against the fact that you'd do it yourse—"
"Shh," said Miller.)
"Who ... is Miller?" Dizzy gasped finally.
"He is the Director of the Acquisition branch of Project: Innocent Gear," said the Machine.
The vibrator abruptly stopped again. "Aaa ... w ... why's the vibrator ... s-so random ...?" whimpered Dizzy.
"Because Miller is controlling it," said the Machine, "and humans tend to be random about such things."
("Oh, quit it," said Dr. Krause. "Give her an orgasm or leave it off. She's much too distracted by it."
Miller shrugged. "We have her mind focused so that she'll understand and hear the Machine no matter what," he said evenly. "In other words, try and stop me.)
Dizzy shivered. "What ... did you mean, a 'replacement Gear'?" she asked.
"The purpose of the Innocent Gear, as has already been stated, is to create more-controllable Gears," said the Machine. "A human shall be physically and magically converted into a Gear, which will take your place in the Project."
Dizzy stammered, "But I'm only —" The vibrations begain again. "Aaa ... h-half ..."
"Perhaps you are correct," said the Machine. "And perhaps, given the fact that the process used by Project: Innocent Gear is incomplete with respect to the original, it could be argued that the Gears produced by this Project are also half-Gear."
Dizzy moaned, shuddering as the vibrations continued to build. "Ahh ..." She felt her defenses breaking down, her pleasure building up more quickly than it had before ...
"You, however, are property," said the Machine. "The Project, and to a certain extent all members thereof, may do with you whatever they wish. The idea that you are capable of doing something about it if you don't like it, isn't even a possibility. Once you are controlled to the extent that you may traverse this base without supervision, a member of the project could potentially stop you and ask you for a blowjob, and you would have no choice in the matter."
Dizzy moaned loudly, trying to protest, but the vibrations were too much. She heard every word as the Machine described various perverted acts that could be forced upon her ... and her arousal increased! She felt as though the verbal degradations — given by a machine, no less — were actually turning her on even more! She gasped, squirming in her bonds as she felt a climax building within her, moaning loudly and shuddering ...
... before she finally cried out as she came, a spasm shaking her whole body, a look of pure bliss on her face from the euphoria, and then she collapsed, hanging limply in her bonds, breathing heavily.
(Dr. Krause considered this. "Okay," he said, "that was a nice touch there."
"Thank you," replied Miller.)
Dizzy whimpered softly as she lay there limply, the now-inert vibrator still within her sex. Her thoughts abruptly surfaced faster than she expected. "W ... what did you mean ... incomplete ...?" she murmured.
"Initially, the products of Project: Innocent Gear will not be given full power," said the Machine. "Aditionally, their minds will be unaltered, so that the full extent of the control techniques will be implemented. The Command Gear, controlled fully by the Project, will take control of all subordinate Gears. Previously, the Post-War Administration Bureau had been targeting those who could use chi energy and others with great skill so that the primary threat to Gears would be removed. However, now that Project: Innocent Gear is no longer technically a part of them, their actions — or at least the reasons for these actions — may change."
Dizzy whimpered, and just lay there another moment. "W-where is the base?" she whispered softly.
"I'm afraid you aren't allowed to know that," said Miller, walking into the room behind her. "There still might be some way, however unlikely, that your knowing this will ... hinder the plan a bit." His footsteps echoed on the floor as he drew near. "And as entertaining as it might be to own an entire crew's worth of girls named after months in the same way that I have you now, or as useful as controlling Testament might be, it would really only cause unwanted complications."
Dizzy felt herself close to tears as he drew nearer, and stared at the floor. She gasped as he reached around her from behind and grasped her breasts, and whimpered softly. "Ohh ..."
"Shhh ..." whispered Miller. "No matter what that Machine said, I'm trying to make this feel as good for you as possible ... resisting any of this will only make it all harder for everyone — especially you." One hand strayed to the vibrator, which he began slowly thrusting in and out of her. "But if you give in ... it'll all feel so good ..."
Dizzy whimpered, shuddering and moaning as the vibrations began again. "Ahh ... n ... n ..."
"Just relax," murmured Miller. "Give in to it all."
She gasped, letting out a whimper, and shook her head. But even as she did, she felt her will beginning to weaken, her thoughts turning to what might happen if she did give in. She'd be, well, used and sexually abused, often while tied up, and what she wanted at any point didn't matter one bit ...
But it feels so good! That thought was invading her as Miller continued thrusting the vibrator in and out of her. It did feel good — everything they'd done so far seemed geared (so to speak) towards giving her pleasure. Even taking into account what the Machine had said, they definitely hadn't shown any sign of being the kind of rapists who took their own pleasure out of using her and ignored her own comfort (to a point) — they seemed to go out of their way to make sure she had a sensation of: "AAAAAAaaaahhh ..."
Miller grinned as she let out that groan. "That's it," he said. "Give in to the pleasure."
The pleasure was too much for her. Dizzy stopped resisting, and let out a scream as she came, her whole body spasming and shuddering within her bonds, a look of pure bliss on her face. It was more intense than anything she'd experienced up until then, and for a very good reason: this time, for the most part, she was willing in her orgasm.
The next thing she was aware of, Miller's hand was near her face. "Taste yourself," he said softly.
Dizzy shivered, and hesitantly licked at his hand. To her surprise, the taste was a bit sweet, and somewhat spicy. The thought of cider inexplicably came to mind.
Miller grinned. "Delicious, aren't you?" he said, stroking her hair with his other hand. "I was surprised, too. Must be a side-effect of being part-Gear. In any event ... are you quite prepared to — well now!"
She was purring softly from the strokes, like a kitten. Miller chuckled as continued petting her hair. "You know, I think I knew you could do this," he said. "Anyway, are you ready to give in yet?"
Dizzy hesitated, blushing deeply, and then shook her head, feeling her tears building again.
Miller sighed, resting his hand on top of her head. "All right," he said. "Guess it'll just need a bit more work, then ..."