Keeping Abreast of Things

Sexual Investigations Book II, Chapter 8

On her knees before the massive viewscreen, staring into a sparse early morning sky, Renata focused her thoughts inward. In the last two weeks she'd followed a simple routine, attempting to order her time as a captive. She woke, showered, ate the prodigious meals required to replenish her milk, spent hours meditating before the view of the city, was fucked silly by Rupert, and finally milked dry, rendered unaware by her extreme sensitivity until the day renewed. Her total lack of control over most of these events nearly drove her mad.

That her meditations appeared fruitless was no help, but Renata had sensed something with Rupert on the fourth day, capturing the barest intuition as he ravaged her body. Her captors continued to allow him to fuck her, despite her failure to perform the technique upon him. Building on that glimpse with all her mental might over the next several days, Renata finally felt she'd reached a significant understanding.

The orgasmic energy thrumming in her breasts, unleashed every time she felt the slightest touch upon her tits no longer seemed alien or unfathomable. Or quite as frightening. Renata now sensed the undercurrent of power as a rhythmic pulsing, its desire to run free, to ravage her nerves and send her mind reeling into a realm of intense, unending climax. Meditation upon such an overpowering sensation was very difficult. Renata considered it akin to standing before a flood and attempting to halt the waters with but a single raised hand.

A fool's task, yet one she must overcome to unlock her full potential.

Drawing a careful breath, Renata raised her right hand from her knee. Two fingers poised near her breast, she aligned her thoughts with the subdued energy. Now was the best time to perform a test. If Rupert found her cumming herself silly no one would think much of it, but if she accidentally used her technique on him, Darkness might gain valuable data points.

Gently as she could, Renata touched her nipple with a thumb and finger. Orgasmic energy burst into her nerves, racing through her body and causing a heavy shudder. A light flow of milk bubbled free. Renata sensed the power pour into her mind and down into her sex, setting her cunt alight. Determined as ever, she wrangled the flow, forcing the energy to obey.

And it did, at first. Fighting in that wild way it did, the sensation did not do her earlier metaphor justice. This was no flood. This was the tearing destructive maw of a black hole, the unlimited power of the universe, placed within her body. It did not seem fair how much she had to fight for this. Her only consolation was the titanic effort seemed to be showing results.

Muscles across Renata's body twitched wastefully, involuntary moans issued from her throat. Milk dripped from her breasts. Renata shivered, arms and legs shaking, cunt slick with juice, throbbing as though she were really being fucked. Every pulse expelled waves of fluid from her sex as a mighty orgasm ravaged her senses. A part of her lamented the fact she couldn't enjoy this, so keyed was she on focusing properly.

Panting heavily, Renata feared her looming failure in the face of the overwhelming pleasure. The orgasmic energy felt so good, yet she was denying it. It had to be free. It must be free. Desperate, she summoned the mental might for a final stand, hoping to corral the climactic energies.

Falling into the exact routines of the family technique, Renata channeled energy into her sex. Thus empowered, Renata's cunt seemed to transform into a burning orb of ecstasy. Juice flooded out from her as every fiber of her snatch strummed in a chorus composed of thousands of instruments each with hundreds of strings. Her entire body went still as the energy worked, seemingly of its own accord, leading her cunt to put on an amazing showcase of muscular sexual control. Renata became aware of every micron of motion, each joyous twitch and pulse within her cunt, all packed into the intense, mind-altering orgasm.

Success came with sharp regret; Renata was not sharing this. She hadn't lied when she'd told Donna the technique was an experience best shared. Such insane heights of personal pleasure were not the limit; there was an added spark that only came with mutual activity. Except... Renata let out a sad sigh. Anyone touching me right now would likely die from the pleasure, she realized. Her control was tenuous, ephemeral. And the intensity of her power... Practice would help, but might be insufficient.

Her climax extended several minutes before the energy ceased. She couldn't stop herself as was her custom. It had taken all she had to direct the pleasure to her pussy, stopping it was out of the question. Still, Renata was left with tears of joy in her eyes, dripping down sweaty cheeks, when finally the waves of pleasure faded. She had mastered her orgasmic energy, overcoming her debilitating weakness, and uncovered the full force behind her innate sexual energy, which went far beyond anything she'd ever experienced with the technique before.

For the first time since leaving Bonn, Renata wanted to speak with the Baroness. She needed to. Is this what it's like for you, Mother? she wondered. The other females in her family had spoken to her of their personal orgasmic power, but even Aunt Gretchen had never described it anywhere close to what she'd just felt. It made Renata suspect her abilities were beyond theirs, owing to the intensity of her natural condition. She couldn't wait to share the news with the Baroness.

And Donna, Renata thought, smiling. The woman's crude ploy had provided a clue, allowing Renata to work things out on her own, and even revealed an additional mystery of the family condition. I owe her. She will be repaid in kind, and then some. Renata conjured an image of Donna under her tender care, lost to pleasure, bucking like the craven, sex-addled whore she was. Renata's revenge would be quite sweet indeed; for all involved.

The doors to her chamber opened with a quiet swishing sound and Renata rose, turning to face Rupert. He was smiling at her, clearly expecting his morning work out. Renata stepped down from the viewscreen, careful not to slip on the cunt juice she'd sprayed everywhere. It soaked her thighs, and she was still sweating profusely. As she hoped, the mentally captured Rupert saw no reason to question this, and followed her almost like a puppy to the bed. Renata reclined, waiting patiently as he stripped from the plain white shirt and black pants that served for the Milk Man's guards.

With little ceremony, he entered Renata and launched into rhythmic pounding thrusts, grabbing her tits soon after starting. Renata shuddered at the shocking flood of her orgasmic energy being unleashed yet again, and so soon. She focused, controlling it, directing it down to-- No! she remembered, I cannot. Not yet. She needed finer control to protect her mind without engaging the family technique.

With a surprisingly agonizing effort, Renata relaxed and allowed intense orgasmic energy to flow totally free. As chaos ruled her body, drawing out breathy gasps, forcing her limbs to wild shaking, Renata lost consciousness, as well as knowledge of the remainder of the day. When next her eyes opened, her body was calm, her nipples sore, and she was back in bed, staring at the darkness of the ceiling. Renata rose to begin her morning routine.

During her morning meditations, Renata closely studied her orgasmic power. Channeling became easier and she was rewarded with ever-increasing awareness of her surroundings. Touches upon her breasts became tolerable, the disruptions failing to throw her into an insane pleasure state. She learned to how distribute the sexual energy across her body and enhance her orgasms, to stretch climaxes to ever greater heights.

The orgasmic strength emanating from her body, however, worried Renata. She wondered if anyone could survive her at her best. Must I go through life always restrained...? Renata shuddered.

On the sixth day following her breakthrough, Renata knelt before the expansive viewscreen. Both hands clasped on her breasts, the nipples squeezed between her middle fingers. Her milk did not flow, that too was now within her power to command. The pleasure fueled a constant stream of orgasmic power, thrumming through her body. Renata breathed calmly, directing it to her sex and her muscles in a balanced, controlled manner. Her cunt shivered, raining juice on the smooth tile, soaking her inner thighs. She relished ecstatically the constant climax electrifying her body.

Slowly, Renata opened her eyes, glancing at her enormous breasts, squeezed by her own hands, something that mere days ago would have driven her insane. Renata smiled, releasing her grasp, swirling the remaining energy within this way and that, until her orgasms finally concluded. She let out a soft sigh and stood, withdrawing from the view of the darkened, pre-dawn city. Renata sat on the bed, legs crossed, waiting.

Rupert was punctual as usual, joining her there. She waited for him to enter her with greater anticipation than usual. Today was her first real test, against a somewhat prepared opponent; not that Rupert knew how he would be assisting Renata. His hard cock slid into her sex and Renata gave a soft sigh of pleasure. His hands started at her thighs, but with tits as large as hers few could resist long. Fingers coursed up her waist, to her chest, finally grasping at the fat orbs, teasing the nipples, creating explosions of climactic pleasure.

Renata directed the flow to her cunt for a spasm here, a pulse there, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that Darkness's scanners might flag as anomalous. Rupert gave a few starts and moans at these faint touches, but he was not reduced to a wildly spewing cock. With the rest of her energy, Renata enhanced her own pleasure, strumming her musculature in a grand chorus. Such was her new found control that she merely gave a soft gasp at the stunning internal display.

The energy's flow diminished suddenly. Renata blinked, startled to find Rupert kneeling before her, looking quite confused. His hard cock was slick with her cunt juice, raised and ready, but he was holding back. Doing so was clearly a struggle, nearly crowding out the emptiness in his gaze. In his slow way of speaking, the man said, "Something's wrong."

Renata gave him a sensual smile. "Yes, you stopped, Rupert. Why? Do I no longer please you?" she purred.

That slightly dumb look grew stronger in his eyes. Renata had come to hate that emptiness, blaming the Milk Man for the condition, though she'd barely been aware while being milked to actually learn anything about how it was done. That will change today, Renata promised. Rupert said, "Not shaking. Not wild. Different."

Scheisse, Renata thought, annoyed at the man and herself. He's not as dumb as those eyes make him seem. Or does he have specific orders about this? While she did not know if that meant anything would change about her imprisonment, it would certainly elicit Darkness's suspicion. Whoever that person was, they clearly knew something about the Deckholdt family technique. Renata's circumstances could change for the worse if Darkness had even a clue she had finally mastered herself, even if they did not know what said mastery meant.

"Rupert?" she asked, batting her lashes. "You aren't going to leave me, are you? I need you."

"Something's different," Rupert repeated. "I should go to the boss."

Renata stared at the well-muscled man, worried. But he did not move, instead watching her with hungry, lusty eyes. His conflict was obvious, and to win him to her side, she stretched luxuriously, arms above her head, and gave him a lazy smile. "Do you want to go?"

His lips quaked as though he wished to speak. His hands clenching into claws as if he were grasping her chest. His body jerked as he made to move forward, but he caught himself. Still he did not flee. Interesting, Renata thought. The control is not iron-clad. Perhaps it is merely a powerful compulsion. A dangerous idea came to her. The Deckholdt family technique also included forbidden aspects of domination, which she could perhaps exploit to break his conditioning. The bio-tracker, she reminded herself. Freeing Rupert would matter not if Darkness learned more about the technique.

"Rupert," Renata whispered sensually, "I need you to stay. Must you go?"

His breath rose, and for an instant Renata worried pushing him might be dangerous to the man's mental health. Then he roared, "No!" and lunged for her. Renata gasped as he entered, hard cock forcing its way through the wet folds of her pussy. He hugged her to him, thrusting wildly as he fucked her, her breasts mashing against a gene-fix sculpted chest. Orgasmic energy flooded Renata's body with the crude clashing of their sweaty forms.

Barely prepared, she channeled to keep herself in control, more than pleased with how the encounter was playing out. Rupert humped her, causing orgasm after orgasm as he ravished her cunt and fondled her tits. She felt the hard push of his cum bursting in her sex, sloshing free and spurting on her thighs. Renata shifted her hips, helping each of his thrusts to go seemingly deeper and deeper into her cunt. With this constant state of orgasm, her pussy soaked him in cunt juice. Renata's entire body throbbed as they fucked, driven by the careful, controlled distribution of her sexual energy.

Rupert spun with her on the bed, landing on his back, panting from the effort of intense thrusting. Renata, glad to seize a position of greater control, rode him slowly and sensually, using just enough of her technique to pleasure him, but hardly enough to cause any wild orgasmic outbursts. Renata drew him to climax again and again, sensing the powerful bursts of white goo filling her with every pulse. She let out soft moans, more than enjoying herself.

Rupert clutched her breasts like a lifeline, squeezing her titflesh with both hands, teasing her nipples, unaware these action wrought the exact power she reflected upon him, carefully, secretly. Renata loved the wild feel of the pleasure coursing through her, devoid of the madness she had known up to that point in her life. The sense of his hard hands, rough fingers on her tits was amazing. The relief of orgasm was matched only by her joy at having finally learned such control.

Eventually Renata eased him down from a final orgasm, teasing his cock with her cunt in precise, delicate ways. She was sure nothing so fine would show in his nervous system, not even with the most exacting medical scans. Laying atop him, still calmly directing the orgasmic energy emanating from the pressure of her breasts against him, Renata lowered her lips to his ear.

If there's surveillance any thing I say is just pointless theater, she thought. A smile touched her lips. She'd had a wonderful time with him, commanding her energies had felt glorious, empowering, so at least there was that. Renata decided to hedge anyhow, and whispered into his ear, "Rupert, don't say anything about me. I know you want to lay with me again. And you will. If you do not speak of this. Of us."

"I..." the man croaked. She felt his head shift. Maybe a nod, she could not be sure.

He said nothing further so Renata resumed sitting atop him. That is as much as I dare. She gave one last shake of her hips, sensing a spurting aftershock from his cock and drawing a gasp from the man. Crawling off, she stood by the bed, crossing her arms under her breasts. The motion, as it always had, drew the bubbling orbs up, and filled her with a bursting sense of pleasure. She easily captured the flow and, on an impulse, directed the energy to her cunt. Her legs shivered and her pussy shook, delicate internal muscles spasming in a chorus, flushing out a burst of cunt juice with several overlapping orgasms. Renata suppressed a sigh, and the desire to smile, increasingly pleased with this new state of precise control.

Raising an eyebrow, she said, "You'd better escort me to the milking chamber, Rupert."

Once recovered, Rupert did just that. She followed him through the elaborate halls to the milking chamber, letting her gaze take in everything. The room was large, reminding her of a ballroom at the Baroness's estate, though here the open space was divided by flimsy plastic walls, and much of the ornamentation had been removed. Power lines and other conduits were visible through panels, and tubes snaked across the floor to support the Milk Man's machines and devices.

Improvised stalls held women hooked to milking machines, seemingly pleased with being milked. When they caught Renata's eye, she saw the same emptiness as in Rupert and the other guards. Those muscular types milled about the room, changing out barrels of milk from the whirring milking machines, packing others away for transport. Renata was led to what she'd thought of as her place of pride near where the Milk Man's research equipment was laid out. Rupert attached the heavy steel bracers at her thighs, upper arms, and wrists. Last, he fixed the milking tubes to Renata's chest.

At the mere touch of the rubbery grabbers, her breasts shuddered. Orgasmic energy flowed. Renata stifled a gasp, dividing the feelings around her body, sparing only a little for her cunt. An orgasm struck her immediately and she had to stifle a moan of pleasure. Already breathing heavily, Renata realized that control and endurance were two different things. And she'd wasted quite a lot of the latter this morning with Rupert.

Sensing the insistent, rough grasp of the milkers, Renata allowed her breasts to produce. She couldn't help but smile as milk flowed freely; she was no longer a cow, suffering her milk stolen as others saw fit. Now she provided or not according to her own will. Her lip twisted. As long as I have focus, she thought. Renata cheered herself by viewing this as endurance training.

Directing the orgasmic energy through her body allowed Renata to maintain awareness. Recalling Rupert's perception, she shivered in her restraints and gave moans and loud gasps at what felt appropriate intervals. Pretending to be lost in pleasure was tiring, she discovered, so she settled into a rhythm that she hoped would let her go the distance.

While channeling, Renata again sensed the intensity, the power of her orgasmic strength. She seemed barely able to contain it, even when it felt under control. Fully unleashing herself might not be safely possible, with anyone. Ever. Renata clenched her teeth. One problem at a time. I'll escape, and then... And then we'll see, she promised herself.

Renata assumed an hour or two had passed before the Milk Man finally arrived, wearing that ridiculous white coat and silly hat. He checked on the women in the stalls, conferring with a bulky female guard. Some women were dismissed, others were brought in. He strolled up to Renata and said, "How is my prize cow today?"

She did not know how successful the ploy was, but Renata increased her moaning and gasps, and forced her eyes to swim lazily around the room, letting her head loll this way and that. Jordan watched her for several moments. Renata noted a tenting in his pants as he stared, but suspected he knew she was more aware than she let on.

Just as Renata feared her act would become reality, as the very real pleasure wracking her body battered at the gates of thought, the man nodded. "Everything is in order here, I see." He turned from her, approaching his bench. She watched him play with his tools and then check a holographic screen. It vaguely looked like an image from her luxurious room. In accelerated time, she saw herself riding Rupert.

So they are watching, Renata thought sourly. Jordan studied the record, and then her, sitting on the stool before his bench. Finally, he called out, "Rupert, come here!"

When the muscular guard joined the Milk Man, he waved for the guard to step up to the bench. There Jordan accessed some fluid from one of the larger barrels, mixing it with something else that Renata could not see, a vial or cup held close to his chest. He offered the result to Rupert, instructing him to drink. The man did so without hesitation.

So that's it, Renata thought. Some kind of mind control substance. She carefully looked over the room, difficult while trying to keep up a false lost-to-pleasure disposition, at the women being milked. Must it be milk, or is that this fool's particular bent? she wondered. Donna had mentioned, and Renata was quite aware of, the fact that many people modified their bodies to produce various substances, but in most cases nothing that could not also be derived synthetically.

When she could, Renata caught glimpses of Rupert, but she was unable to determine if further doses had increased Jordan's dominion over his mind. Guessing based on the look in his eyes was no substitute for a scientific examination. As she was watching him and the other girls, Renata heard Darkness's scrambled, deep tones.

"You indicated a possible development," the holographic presence said.

Renata's head snapped to the Milk Man's bench, forgetting her act, as she stared at the dark, wraith-like shape. Not even the raging sexual energy filling her body, emanating from her tits, could daunt her sudden, intense interest.

Jordan rotated on his stool to face the hologram. As she'd seen in the lair of the tentacle monster gene-fixer, the hologram was not complete. The head and shoulders were suitably opaque, but wall panels became visible through the image, and then quite clear, the lower the body core went, until all hints vanished around the waist.

"She exhibited unusual behavior this morning. I sent you the record."

"I've viewed it."

Turning from the hologram, the Milk Man made busy with this tools. Darkness did not seem to mind, waiting patiently. Renata urged them to get on with it, as pretending to be addled by pleasure was growing increasingly difficult with actual pleasure raging through her body, held barely at bay only via her mental might, itself deteriorating with the effort. She hated falling back on Donna's anger-based strategy, but with Darkness, the source of her problems, right here, it was an easy emotion to grasp. And missing this conversation was out of the question, so Renata gladly employed all her tools.

"So," Darkness said, "she's become resistant to her own body's sensations. I wonder what that means..."

Jordan turned, looking directly at Renata. Darkness seemed to join him. She gave a deep moan and let her head loll, forcing her eyes away. Soon Renata caught signs of movement, realizing that Jordan and Darkness were standing right before her stall. A minute passed and the Milk Man sighed. He said, "Give off, cow. We are quite aware of your talent for deception."

Renata was relieved to abandon the act, staring into Darkness's eyes. Or where she imagined they were, as the hologram was matte black, lacking even shading or glimmers of light to suggest features. The little posture she could read suggested amusement, and then Darkness's deep scrambled voice laughed. "So defiant, Renata Deckholdt. You are quite the treasure. Do not worry, we shall not sell you cheaply." The head turned as she addressed Jordan. "Your man?"

"She did something to him. A very slight compulsion." He eyed Renata. "Scans failed to catalog any extraordinary readings, however, so I suspect it was merely a potent natural physiological response to heightened sexual activity."

Renata clenched her teeth. All she suspected was confirmed, and she was glad to have drawn those conclusions prior, else she would be lost right now. The fact that Darkness and her minion were discussing it in front of her, however, was cause for greater worry. Obviously they had other plans, and now she'd be back in the dark as to what those were.

Darkness laughed again. "You look worried, Renata."

"You cannot hold me forever. I'll be free, and then I'll see to it you will not be."

"Who do you imagine is coming for you? Your mother, the Baroness? No one in the Euro States is aware of your disappearance, a fact that's sure to be well guarded by the city authorities. Ah, your partner?" Darkness chuckled. "Donna Riggs couldn't find a donut if you stuck it on the dumb whore's nose."

Renata glared at the mention of Donna, though she filed that away for later use. Darkness seemingly had personal knowledge of Lieutenant Riggs. The voice scrambling had not covered a certain bite to the words, beyond the particular choices. Was Darkness an old bust? A betrayed lover? Renata couldn't imagine anyone leaving unsatisfied after a relationship with Donna. The woman was too... Renata would not say calm or collected. Or even-minded. Somehow, though, Donna gelled with people very easily.

Less surprising was the lack of ES knowledge of Renata's abduction. Fear of political repercussions would prevent the New York authorities from making an announcement so soon. They would play for time, present excuses. And that was if anyone came asking. Renata had chosen to come to America against the Baroness's desires. She would expect her daughter to come running back begging forgiveness, and so would not lift a hand for some time. She feared more the Baroness having to intervene.

Renata forced a confident smile. "You underestimate her."

Darkness leaned closer, the hologram floating down so their faces were on a level. The way the head shifted, Renata was struck by the impression of a grin, but again that all-black color made it hard to be sure. "Do I? Jordan, have you sold this cow's milk?"

The Milk Man nodded. "Several lots have gone out to Upperside Udders. Lieutenant Riggs was noted there twice in the last week. I've made sure each bottle contains appropriate bio-markers."

"I imagine such things can be traced," Darkness mused, floating away from Renata, "compared with samples on file or perhaps to DNA records?"

Renata fought a hollow feeling in her stomach, somehow finding room despite the orgasmic pleasure wracking her form. Donna absolutely would charge in unawares, fueled by an intense desire to act as Renata's white knight. Scheisse, she's probably jacking herself off to that idea daily. Or hourly. Renata couldn't help but feel appreciation with that, however. Donna was an excellent partner, fun to play with, to tease. Unusually resilient.

Unusually resilient, Renata thought, suddenly distracted by the pleasure swarming her body. Perhaps she could--?

"Almost certainly," Jordan said, interrupting Renata's thoughts and favoring her with a smarmy smile. "In fact-- Ah, where are my manners? The cow must be tired for the day, and we're in need of some privacy." Snapping, Jordan said, "Rupert!" When the big man approached, he pointed at Renata. "Return her to her room. Then come back here. No diversions!" he added, glaring at the man.

Rupert's nod was firm, as Jordan deactivated the milkers. The big guard removed them, and then undid the bindings. Renata uttered a sigh of relief as the orgasmic energy ceased flowing throughout her body, allowing her to come down from intense focus. Other worries intruded as space was made, however, but Renata had no choice except to withdraw with Rupert. It was the first time she could recall leaving the chamber under her own power.

She glanced back as she was escorted out, looking around Rupert's large form to spot Darkness and the Milk Man, side by side, staring back. Renata groaned once she was back in the hall. Donna was being led on, and she probably wouldn't even know it until it was too late. And Donna knew something of the technique, so Darkness might have twice the chance to discover the secret. Donna knew only the beginnings, however, and was only a little practiced. As far as Renata was concerned, that was far too much.

And her silly lust will drive her to rush headlong to rescue me. Renata sighed. Donna was competent but Darkness was no ordinary criminal. The circumstances of her capture and this prison showed that Darkness had vast resources. Renata eyed Rupert as the big man leaned to touch the command on her door, which she noted was fully functional on this side, unlike the plain welded plate that greeted her within. Her gaze naturally fell along his curving muscles, showcased by the tight white shirt. She recalled her morning with the man, fondly and for the possibilities it had offered.

She sidled close to him, letting her breasts brush his chest. The electric spark of energy excited her and she emitted a quiet moan, catching hold of the power in that slight pressure on her nipples. He blinked as she reached down, slipping a hand into his pants, finding his engorged cock. A delicate brush of her fingers made him grunt softly. Renata said, "Rupert, stay with me. Please?"

Clenching his teeth, he ground out, "Must return to Milk Man."

"I know, but not just yet," Renata said, smiling at him. "I'll be quick." She brushed his cock again with her fingers, squeezing even closer to him. Her breasts were mashed against his chest, but she stifled the orgasmic energy, channeling it carefully to keep her head.

Rupert stood stock still, breathing heavily for several seconds. He nodded. "Quick."

Renata smiled. Even without knowing the specifics of the Milk Man's concoction, she hoped that sexual energy was far more primal. Even in a raw, unfocused state, her time with Rupert was altering the man, making him increasingly pliable to her, in a way perhaps like simply falling in love. It was her only advantage, and not much of one at that, as the Milk Man's response would almost certainly be to rotate her guards out. Since he did not, they clearly had plans concerning her activities with Rupert.

She sighed as she led him through the doors. I will simply have to be the more clever of us.