Chapter Eight: An Eternity of Bondage
She had been cubed for years.
Sometimes she didn't remember what it meant to be cubed. She languished in permanent pleasured bondage. She could see nothing outside of her cleavage and ass. She existed in complete, super compressed bondage. Every moment seemed like an eternity and then some.
She was going mad. Sometimes she could hardly remember her own name. The brain naturally forgot things that weren't important, and nothing about her identity was important in this place.
What was it?
What was her name?
Ki... Kiya? Kiyora?
No, Kiyone.
It didn't matter what she was called. It had been an eternity since anyone had called her it. She was replaced, and no one even knew she was gone. Assuming there was anyone even left to know or not know.
Tenchi.
Only that memory remained strong in her. The desire to see him again. To have him rail her and free her from this bondage. To finally let her cum!
And then, suddenly, things changed.
All of a sudden Kiyone found herself decompressing. Her body was leaving the digital world. She remembered long ago Wash... Washu had said she'd release her. Had she found a way to reverse this?
Suddenly a screen appeared before her, and she saw Washu. But she also saw cubes. Millions upon millions of cubes arranged in endless shelves. How many...
How many people were cubed here?
Kiyone became aware of five others with her. Information filled her mind as she writhed. Ryoko, Ayeka, Mihoshi, and a fourth one Kiyone didn't know. It was red.
They had all been cubed. Just like her.
"Hello, Ladies," said Washu, raising a microphone. "Now I realize you've probably gotten awfully uncomfortable in permanent bondage like this. So I've been working overtime to come up with a solution to the problem.
"You'll be happy to know that I've finally come up with a way to reverse the expansion process." And she raised a needle from between her breasts.
Kiyone's heart leaped. Finally! She'd be able to walk, and move, and speak with Tenchi... She'd been gone so long.
"That means there won't be any more new cubes," said Washu. "And I'm well on my way to reversing the process. Once I return you ladies to normal, your memories of your time here will be wiped. I will then implant you with the memories of the latest clone.
"We'll then tell Tenchi that there was an out of control cloning experiment. Don't worry about expenses; he'll be moving to Jurai soon."
They'd lose their memories of this?
Once Kiyone would have been horrified, but now it seemed like a fair trade. She didn't care what she had to do. She just had to get out of this perpetual bondage. She had to cum!
Washu walked forward. As she did, the screen zoomed in on the needle in her hand. "In my hand is a needle which should reverse the effects and give you the orgasm of your life. I'm giving these out on a first come, first serve basis." Closer and closer the vial loomed. "Now, why don't we get started."
It was happening. In just a minute, Kiyone would be free.
And then metal hands surged out of nowhere and grabbed Washu by the hand. The needle fell from her hand as the arms gripped Washu's breasts and butt. A ballgag was fitted into her mouth as she began to expand larger and larger. Just like what had happened to Kiyone.
This couldn't be happening. The needle was right there.
Kiyone struggled, thrashing harder than she ever had before. But it was for nothing. Nothing change for her. Not as crushers appeared and cubed Washu before her very eyes. At that moment, another Washu came forward and sat down on her previous self.
"MMPH!" screamed Kiyone desperately.
Please! Please inject her! She needed to get free!
But the Washu clone only set her feet up on Kiyone, sending her writhing in pleasure. "I think that's enough.
"Sorry ladies, there has been a change of plans. I just wanted to give you that sense of hope before I crushed it." She raised the needle. "First off, let's get something straight. All I have to do to begin the process of releasing you ladies is inject you with this.
"But I'm never pressing it."
Kiyone screamed.
"You see, Ladies, you're not people to me," said Clone Washu. "You're a collection. And I like my collection. I don't mean to let go of it at any point." Then she lay back on Washu's cubed form. "At the same time, I'm bored. There are only so many ways you can compress beautiful women. Eventually, you start looking for another experiment. And, well, we're moving to Jurai. Moving you would be a lot of work.
"So instead I've going to delete this subspace."
Delete. That would kill them! Kiyone didn't want to die!
"Don't worry, it won't kill you," said Washu. "Your thoughts will cause the subspace to persist. Cutting all the power will merely... cut you loose.
"You'll exist, bound and transformed eternally. No one will ever know where you are because no one will even know you were gone. And even if anyone realizes the truth, even if they try to come find you, it will be impossible.
"Once I delete you from my mainframe your only connection to the material universe will be that door." She pointed to the door she'd come in. "Once I walk through it, that door will disappear forever. With every passing moment, this dimension will become more distant. In a few years, it would take a truly immense level of power to reclaim the connection. And that's only if someone knew where to look.
"You'll lie here in permanent bondage. For all eternity. You'll never be able to cum. Never get loose. Never have a chance to do anything you wanted to do with your life." She smiled. "But some of you are getting lucky.
"The originals. Kiyone, Washu, Mihoshi, Ryoko, and Ayeka. You girls were the first ones' ever cubed. And I've got a special fate in mind for you." She summoned her console. "Now why don't we do a little transformation. This one's permanent too, and I have no plans ever to reverse it."
The screen disappeared. Kiyone felt herself compressed yet again. And this time she knew it would be for good.
Even so, she wasn't just being compressed. She was being changed. Her atomic structure itself was shifting. Her flesh became harder and harder as the last remnants of her human form were washed away. Light was filtering through now, and she could make out the blurry form of Washu looking down at her. And around her was an endless room of cubes.
Then Washu began to swing her. Kiyone was thrown around in a circle at the edge of a chain.
What had Washu done to her?
The transformations were all complete.
Kiyone had been transformed into a huge blue gem with a silver chain coming from it. If you looked closely into the gem, you could see an image of the policewoman trapped within.
The same could be said for Ryoko, who was a brilliant red gem. Ayeka was a lustrous purple. Mihoshi bright yellow. Last of all, Washu was a wondrous green.
Washu smiled and set each one of them into a case before shutting it. "Now, don't you make a wonderful set of jewelry. The original Masaki girls are as beautiful as necklaces as they are people."
From there, she stood up and picked up the needle.
"Still, that seems a bit cruel just to leave the rest of your here. Maybe I'll go through with Washu's plan." She opened her console and relished their hopes. Then her smile turned cruel. "Just kidding." She pressed the button she'd wanted to press for years. "Deleted."
All the lights died except the exit which provided some dim illumination. Washu considered what to do now. What had all this research been for anyway? A memory not her own came to her. "Oh right, now I can expand myself without having to worry about it being irreversible. Well, let's do it."
She opened her console and typed on it.
Instantly she doused herself with the energy. Her small breasts bulged outwards to be as large as her head. Her hips widened, straining her pants. Her legs grew longer as she unbuttoned some of her shirt's buttons. "Now this is a beautiful figure I've got now.
"I hope you ladies enjoy the view. This is what you've all been experimented on for. I hope it's worth the sacrifice. Anyway, thanks for acting as test subjects for Washu's experiments. Feel free to enjoy the aftereffects for all eternity."
"On a whim, she pulled the last Washu Clone's cleavage slightly apart and fitted the needle into it. From there she opened a screen in every girl's bondage to show them the needle. With the press of a button, a spotlight appeared on it.
Then, with swaying hips and bouncing breasts, Washu walked out the door and opened it. With a final glance back, she walked through the door. It vanished, and all light except the spotlight went out.
The girls languished in utter hopelessness. They were unable to see anything except their one hope of salvation. They were unable to feel anything but endless pressured pleasure. And they had no release in any way. As centuries passed, the light grew dimmer and dimmer. Little by little, they forgot themselves. Their memories faded away, and they were left as empty vessels.
They forgot who they were, or even that they were anyone. They forgot the meaning of the needle or the thing it was wedged between.
By the time the last light went out, their minds were empty.
The eternal bondage had begun.
The Masaki Girls had been expanded.
Washu had finally managed to find a way to reverse the effects of their expansion, but only to a point. All of them had exaggerated proportions now, but Tenchi seemed to enjoy them, so they didn't mind.
Now they were getting things together to move.
Then they received a call from Washu and came at once on reflex. Washu was waiting for them, holding a case and looking in a great mood. "Hello, Ladies."
"Washu, why did you call us here?" asked Ayeka.
"Oh, nothing much. I thought since we're all going to be marrying Tenchi once we go to Jurai I thought I'd get you all something special," said Washu, opening the case. "These necklaces."
She handed one to each of them. Kiyone got a blue one, Ryoko a red one, Ayeka purple, and Mihoshi yellow. Washu wore a green one for her part.
"These are beautiful, Washu," said Kiyone, putting hers around her neck.
"Pretty nice," said Ryoko.
"I'm glad you like them," said Washu.
"Wow, you look great, Kiyone," said Mihoshi.
"Thanks," said Kiyone. "You too, Mihoshi."
"Is there anything we can do to repay you?" asked Ayeka.
"Well, I do have some heavy things to move," said Washu. "If you want to help."
"Sure," said Kiyone.
What Washu needed help with were a series of generators. Each one was relatively small on its own, but deceptively heavy. As she carried it out, Kiyone looked at her. "Geeze, Washu, this generator your taking to Jurai is heavy."
"I know," said Washu. "It's an experimental model and is actually really effective."
Kiyone felt the surface yield beneath her hands. "Why is it soft?"
"That's part of the secret, Kiyone," said Washu. "Now come on and help me get it packed into the ship."
Kiyone remained silent as they worked. Something was bothering her about all this. "Hey, Washu."
"What is it?" asked Washu.
"Have you ever considered patenting your inventions?" asked Kiyone. "It might be easier to fund your research."
Washu clapped her on the back. "That sounds like a great idea, Kiyone. I might do that."
"What is this generator made out of anyway?" asked Ryoko.
"Well, the details don't really matter," said Washu. "But the parts can all be found around the house. I'll give you the details when I make another."
Kiyone looked forward to it. It sounded interesting.
The original Masaki Girls were trapped in the gems they had become. They watched in silent, eternal pleasure, as their clones lived the lives they had lost. And when it came time for the clones to be replaced, they knew they'd be handed down to the next generation.