Ultrasonic sound waves are used to supply the ball with energy and the whole house must’ve been wired with the sound emitters. I say ’emitters’ as I never saw any speakers around the house. The only way for me to escape the influence of the ball was to simply get away from the house. I left the computer and headed upstairs to get dressed. It felt nice to be clothed again and I grabbed my stuff and made for the door. I reached for the door handle, touched it, and BLAM! The damn thing felt like it was stabbing me. I tried again and the pain knocked me to the floor.
Stupid me, I just HAD to try getting out the door one more time and I howled in agony as my hand touched the door again. This wasn’t going to work, now was it?
I left my stuff at the door figuring that if I shut off the computer then I’d be able to leave this damned place. I went back to the library and found the following message:
“Perimeter Guardian activated. Behavior modification will commence in 193 seconds unless PASSWORD is entered.”
What the hell. I typed in ‘PASSWORD’ and hit enter. The pain was to be expected and I nearly blacked out from it. A new message was flashing on the screen:
“Behavior modification protocol commences in 180 seconds. Subject must disrobe and mount INVADER.”
Fuck this, I thought, I’m getting out of here. I ran to the windows and hit the panel to open them and saw the display:
“Behavior modification protocol commences in 162 seconds. Subject must disrobe and mount INVADER.”
I ran upstairs to see if I could escape through an attic and found no attic access in the whole upstairs. Running back to my bedroom I saw the display:
“Behavior modification protocol commences in 41 seconds. Subject must disrobe and mount INVADER.”
The place was a fortress, I remembered. Hadn’t Waldo shown me how there was no way into this house? There was no way out, either. I sat down by the bed and for the first time in my ordeal I cried. I can’t say if it was tears of powerlessness or tears of frustration, but all I could do was hug myself and cry. Sitting there lost in my grief I wasn’t surprised at all when the time elapsed and a slight cramping sensation began to build in my belly. A sharp pain went through me and I screamed at the walls. Then it went back to the increasing cramping sensation.
There was no way out. The cramping made it difficult, but I got to my feet and walked downstairs to the dungeon. The last few steps to the dungeon were so painful I almost don’t remember walking and holding myself up along the wall. The pain let up to a severe discomfort when I entered the dungeon, as if the program was cutting me a little slack for trying. I had to look at the display to see if there was any hope.
“Subject must disrobe and mount INVADER.”
As if to remind me to get moving a sharp pain went through me. I kicked off my sneakers and undid my jeans, pushing the jeans over my hips and then down past my knees. As I stepped out of each leg of the jeans I peeled off my white cotton socks with them. Then my t-shirt came off right after another sharp pain reminded me to hurry. Another pain zapped me and I unclipped my bra and let it slip to the pile of my clothes on the tiles. I hesitated as the last thing to come off was my cotton panties, modest white briefs of course. My mind raced through all the possibilities and then a jackhammer of pain blasted through me, crumpling me to the floor unconscious.
I came to with the ongoing presence of pain and found that I’d luckily collapsed onto my clothes, probably saving me from some serious bruising and maybe even some lost teeth. A zap of pain encouraged me to stop taking inventory of my condition and I got to my feet. Slipping my panties off, I sat back on Invader and was immediately met with the relief of the pain completely ending. I sat there and caught my breath for a few minutes and then felt a tang of a cramp as the program became impatient. Sitting back in the workstation my pain ended and as I placed my legs in the stirrups a pleasant glow swept over me and I allowed myself to relax. The manacles, collar, and waist restraint moved into place and I didn’t care. The pain was over.
After the constant and sometimes hideous pain the pleasant glow was a comforting and welcomed relief and I had no problem surrendering myself to whatever Invader had planned for me. It was wonderful to just lay back in the chair and I realized that having my legs bent and spread by the padded restraints was actually quite comfortable.
I heard the cabinet in the floor open up and looked down to see the black tampon thing swing up. The warm lubricant was sprayed on my pussy and then it moved up and slipped precisely into me. I noticed the lubricant being a little warmer than last time and I found myself simply enjoying the sensation as it slipped all the way into me, filling me up as it went. I was just a little disappointed when it withdrew and then was replaced by the robotic arm with the phallus on it. I heard it start vibrating as it hovered just within touch of my body. I knew that this would be another incredible experience and I was ashamed to feel myself flush with arousal in anticipation of being penetrated by what was really just a fancy dildo. I’d never felt this way about my ex. I’d never felt this way in my life, come to think of it, and here I was excited about being impaled by a senseless machine.
My arousal rose into a frustrating need. I watched the phallus and imagined it moving into me and each time I thought it was moving it just stayed still, the vibration audibly teasing me. The manacle on my right wrist came undone and I tentatively removed my wrist from it, expecting pain. Nothing happened and I reached down and found myself touching my body (down there!) in a way I’d never done in my entire life. That was when the pain hit.
I yanked my hand back and placed it in the manacle, expecting it to close, but nothing happened. I was fearful that I was just going to be senselessly tortured when I heard a noise above my head and an arm with a touch panel on it came down and faced me. It was displaying a tic-tac-toe game and the message:
“Complete the following task.”
A circle appeared in the upper left portion of the game field. The computer was playing games with me? Okay, I thought, this is easy. I reached up and touched the center of the game field and an “X” appeared. Shortly thereafter, I won the game and felt the familiar glow of arousal slip over me. The glow faded and then a new game field appeared. Again, I won and, again, I was rewarded with pleasure. The tic-tac-toe field was replaced with a game of checkers and over the course of maybe two hours I played several games with the computer, winning some of them, while the computer won most of them. With each game I lost I’d receive a slight discomfort, but with each game I won the glow would rise up in me. It was pretty clear to me that it was more pleasant to win than to lose.
After I won the last game of checkers the glow of pleasure amped up to almost make me come. I was catching my breath with the oncoming joy and then it suddenly ended…kind of reminding me of sex with my ex!