The Orgasm Factory Ch. 03

It was a hot afternoon at Watson Agency. A fan blew into the room, attempting to cool down the cramp brick-built room as Claudia stared at her bullet board of clues. Most people would be outside, enjoying the sun and cooling off, but Claudia couldn't afford to do that, not when so many had gone missing.

Claudia was a private investigator and ever since she opened up her office three years ago, she prided herself on the promise of solving crimes and problems for people when the police didn't. When she started hearing rumours of disappearances with no police reports, she knew something had to be done. And now the slightly tanned, skinny investigator, with her sleeves rolled up and her frizzy hair tied up, was left staring at a wall of clues hoping they would piece themselves together. Unfortunately, whether it was the summer heat or her own exhaustion, her brain could not make the connections.

Suddenly, a knock at the door broke her out of her concentration. She rubbed her eyes.

"Come in," she answered.

The door opened and a man entered. He had a gym bro look to him, tall and brawny, bronze skin, and wearing a white vest that was a size too small for him with dirty blonde hair. However, he entered the room politely, clearly rather distressed.

"Um, Ms. Watson," he greeted.

She turned to him.

"My name's Mike. Mike Swanson. My, uh, girlfriend, Audrey White, went missing last Friday. She went out for drinks with her friends but she hasn't come home all weekend. I'm getting worried, to be honest... I reported it to the police but they said she needed to be missing longer for them to be able to investigate it..."

Typical, Claudia thought. That was the way it often went. Someone would go missing, someone close to them would report it, and the police would say zit. She sympathised deeply with Mike.

"You're not the first one to come to me with such a story, Mr. Swanson. Do you know where she went the night she went missing? Was she with anyone?"

"Uh, yeah. I think so. I can write it down for you, if you like."

Claudia nodded, "Please. Give me all the information you have and I'll see what I can do."

Mike smiled softly, "Thank you, Ms. Watson."

Mike wrote down his information on a post-stick note as Claudia looked back at her board. She needed to know who was doing this and why.

Meanwhile, operations at the factory Claudia was looking for, were still resuming. Charlotte had been there for roughly a week now. In-between sessions of fucking and milking, she was left within a small cell. It matched the sterile appearance of the rest of the factory where all she had was a futon to sleep on, a toilet, and a sink. She was given no clothes, constantly in the nude, and whilst the factory and cells remained warm enough to exist comfortably, the constant vulnerability did not please her.

She looked out her cell, which was a glass wall/door, to see the dreaded arrival of the Gimps and their trolley. She was about to be taken away to another perverted machine. The Gimps came in at full force and strapped her down into the trolley. Her heart-raced as they wheeled her away, her mind uncontrollably conjuring up what perverted fate awaited her.

She was taken into an elevator and taken down to the bottom floor which she had never been to before. It was a shorter hallway and she was wheeled to the end of it. Large mechanical doors opened to a wide open, dimly lit space.

"Unstrap her and leave her here," said a voice.

The Gimps obeyed, releasing Charlotte from the trolley before promptly leaving the room. Charlotte looked around, it was very large and there were no signs of machines, or at least the ones she was familiar with. Even the voice didn't sound like the masked woman or the aussie she had recently encountered. But then she saw a woman and what looked like a metal pod on the other side of the room.

The woman turned to Charlotte, she looked to be in her early-50s. Her skin was pasty and her hair was thick, curly, and brown. She wore a black latex one-piece under her white lab coat along with her pair of green-lens goggles through which she stared at Charlotte intensely.

"Hmm, a young healthy woman, about early-20s... Yes, you'll do perfectly," she declared.

She returned to the pod, continuing her work leaving Charlotte with an uneasy feeling.

"W-what's gonna happen to me?" she asked meekly.

She ignored her.

"Are you a doctor?"

The woman paused, turning back to Charlotte with a wide smile.

"Dr. Helena Cross, at your service!"

She continued, "have you been enjoying the machines at the factory? All my designs, of course. Truly works of geniuses, I keep telling the higher-ups that people would pay millions to have a go but no, business must be kept secret at all cost, etcetera."

Charlotte began to sink into the corner. This mad doctor was responsible for all the pleasurable torment she had been enduring. What the hell did she have up her sleeve?

"I thought we could test out one of my more experimental toys today. As amazing as my machines are, I do admit they lack a certain... Intimacy, let's say?"

"W-what sort of intimacy?" Charlotte dared to ask.

But suddenly the pod beeped and Cross lit up in excitement.

"It's ready!"

The pod opened up and Cross removed her lab coat. The inside of the machine is like some sort of roller coaster seat, albeit less bulky. She sat on it, putting straps across her stomach and upper body. A curved object sat between her legs and when Cross inputted something into the machine, it closed against her crotch. It then began humming to life.

"It's working!" Cross cheered.

She began to walk out of the pod, the device still strapped to her body, and Charlotte could hardly believe what she saw following it. Attached to the small machine on Cross' back were several long, rubbery tentacles. At first they dragged along the floor but as Cross stepped away from the pod, they came to life, rising and flexing freely as they towered intimidatingly over Cross' figure. She stared up at them with maniacal pride.

"My beauties! Look at them come alive!"

Charlotte's heart was thumping. What the hell are they gonna do to her? Her anxieties worsened when Cross turned her attention to her.

"Don't be afraid, sweet. Let me show you what they can do!"

Four of the tentacles lurched towards Charlotte. She screamed as they yanked her off the floor, holding and tightening themselves around her limbs. They held her in the air, spreading her legs as they brought Charlotte closer to the mad doctor.

"Incredible aren't they? They lift up to a hundred kilos and they can transform into anything I see fit for purpose."

Two other tendrils loomed over Charlotte's tits. Their tips inverted, creating two large mouths which latched onto her nipples. She yelled loudly, they sucked on her tits harshly like a powerful vacuum. They tugged and pulled on them aggressively, making her whine loudly.

"Oooh, yes! That's the good stuff!" Cross purred.

A small vibration could be heard from her crotch piece. A relaxed, pleasurable expression spread across Cross' face.

Another tendril approached Charlotte's clit, creating smaller tiny tendrils on its tip which were used to massage her clit. Charlotte began to moan, she had never felt a sensation like this before. The smaller tendrils were able to tickle her clit in ways no normal human could. Finding the more sensitive corners that served to make Charlotte incredibly wet.

"Hehe, how is it, subject?" Cross chuckled.

Charlotte couldn't answer. Strangely, the tentacles' pleasure on her clit sent her into a tranquil state of pleasure, one she could not easily snap out of. Her head lulled backwards with her eyes as she experienced this pleasure. However, she was suddenly brought back to reality when Cross violently grabbed her face.

"I asked a question, subject!" Cross barked.

"UH- IT'S GOOD! IT'S GOOD!" Charlotte whined.

Cross grinned.

"Excellent. Let's try something more exciting."

The tendrils on her clit stopped, saddening her before shocking her as the tips bulged into the shape of a large cock's head. It wasted no time as it delved straight into her pussy. She gasped as it filled her up and then moaned as it moved inside her. It did not move rigidly, in fact it moved very smoothly in and out her, bending and slithering with snake-like precision. It created a sensation where the tentacle fucked her hard but softly.

"Oh yes! That's good isn't it?" Cross moaned.

The piece against her crotch vibrated harder. Even through Charlotte's haze of pleasure, she could tell the way the tentacles fucked her transferred back to Cross, as if the doctor was fucking Charlotte herself. Cross moaning alongside Charlotte as they shared in this unnaturally good experience.

"Oh, it feels nice, doesn't it? A human penis can only penetrate and give pleasure in only so many ways. My tentacles provide infinite possibilities of pleasure!" Cross moaned.

"Come closer, subject."

The tentacles brought Charlotte right up to Cross. Charlotte was unable to look at her straight, her mind flooded with satisfied urges of pleasure, moaning softly but desperately. Cross' gloves hands caressed over Charlotte's body, feeling up her soft skin and her perky nipples.

"How nice it feels to actually be intimate..."

One of the tendrils sucking Charlotte's nipple let go and moved away, allowing Cross to taste it for herself. The way she sucked on Charlotte's teats was a lot softer compared to her slithering counterpart. But the tendril Cross replaced had a new purpose, changing its mouth tip to another cock's head as it worked its way into Charlotte's ass.

Charlotte yelled. She still wasn't used to anal penetration, even after all the experiences she endured in the factory. The overwhelming sensation reminded her of her first day in the factory except this time her dominator was up close with her. Cross' mouth stayed latched on her tits whilst her hands groped her ass. Cross' moans, while muffled, grew louder as the crotch piece vibrated more and more. Cross' and Charlotte's pleasure mirrored each other and both knew they were close. Cross let go off Charlotte's tit.

"Yes, YES! LET'S EMBRACE THE MACHINE TOGETHER!" she yelled.

Suddenly the tentacles pulled Charlotte away from Cross, holding her high into the air whilst the tentacles continued to fuck her. Cross held onto two near-by rails for support as she watched Charlotte succumb to the tendrils' orgasmic powers. Up high, Charlotte's mind became muddled as she once again endured the triple threat of suction on her tits and penetration in her pussy and ass. Her moans became higher and higher and she was at the edge of an orgasm.

"YES, GIVE IN, GIRL! GIVE IN RIGHT NOW!" Cross cried out.

And Charlotte obeyed, her body thrashed and writhed in the air, with the tendrils holding onto her whilst continually pleasuring her. Her moans echoed out. And Cross, all the while looked up with pride as the vibrating crotch piece made her cum at the same time, their orgasmic cries creating a symphony in the large laboratory. Cross was barely able to keep standing as the pleasure of her machines delivered over to her.

But once the waves were over, the two women were left a panting mess. Cross gently lowered Charlotte to the floor where she laid on the cold metal ground, barely being able to process what just happened. Cross meanwhile, took a few deep breaths to compose herself as the tendrils retracted back to her. Once she had calmed down, she smiled proudly at herself. She turned to a camera in the corner of the room that watched over the whole ordeal.

"Another successful test completed, mistress. If you want me to make more for the other doms, do not worry. I've already started assembling a second pack."

On the other side of the camera feed, an older-woman, close to Cross' age, watched through a screen, swirling a glass of red wine in a darkened room. She was certainly pleased with Cross' experiment and the results it produced but something else had caught her interest. The test subject lying on the floor, there was a certain captivating beauty to her. She sipped her wine as she thought about the woman and all the plans she had for her.