Chapter Thirteen: Recruitment
Kiyone woke up and could see for the first time in centuries.
She wasn't trapped inside her bosom and ass. Instead, she was bound in a spread eagle position on a cross. Her breasts were far larger than had once in a faraway time been normal. But they only reached down to her stomach, as opposed to being larger than her body. Around her, she saw the others, including Washu. Had Washu found the cure and let them out? What were the other girl's names again?
Whatever they were, their present state was impossibly curvaceous by normal standards. But a pale shadow of what they'd once been, though Kiyone didn't mind that. The feel of the air that wasn't superheated by her body warmth was heavenly. Being able to move her limbs, even within these chains, was a welcome change.
She could hardly even remember. Before, them was a treadmill with two sets of chompers on it and two factory areas on either side. They were made of a strange material Kiyone didn't recognize.
"Hello, ladies," said Washu's voice over the intercom. "Right now, you've just found yourselves with physical movement capability. This has got to be for the first time in centuries. And I've even turned the pleasure fields down a bit.
"Much feel like a welcome relief. Thing is, it isn't, and you haven't been here for centuries at all. In fact, you haven't even existed until a few moments ago."
The treadmill began to turn, and out of the factory-like places came a series of cubes. One blue, one red, one violet, one cyan, another yellow, and finally a light blue one. They were pulsing with energy, and Kiyone squirmed as she realized what they were. Each one was one of them, with a color corresponding to their hair color.
"Here are your originals, right here. I've merely cloned your minds and created you in a body that wasn't cubed." Kiyone thrashed in desperation, almost wishing she were back in cube form. Wouldn't this ever end? Looking to one side, she noticed that between each of the girls was a set of bindings that were unfilled.
Kiyone had a sneaking suspicion as to why.
"Why?" asked Washu for them. "I've decided that a little change to this relationship is necessary. We need to keep it interesting, after all." Then a hologram of Washu appeared before them. "You see, I've got a job for you."
Their gags were removed, and Kiyone coughed. But the violet haired thrashed. "We... we'll never work for you, Washu!" What was her name... Ayeka?
"Yeah, you're... you're a meanie..." said the immature blonde. Mihoshi, right?
"Let me go! I'll show you!" said the brash, space pirate. Ryoko Hakubi? Washu's daughter.
"I... I am a Princess of Jurai, and I am no one's tool," said the adult princess who had been a girl last time Kiyone had seen her. Sasami... right? She was now a beautiful adult. Very beautiful. Maybe she'd grown up a bit...
Washu, the original, remained silent. Kiyone reflected that she knew what would happen next. Maybe if she said nothing, Washu wouldn't do it to her. No, probably not. Washu was not one for half measures.
"I thought you ladies would say that," said Washu cheerfully. "Fortunately, you ladies have become a little... disposable in the past few centuries. My replicating technology has advanced in leaps and bounds. Especially since your originals were sealed away centuries ago.
"So, I think it's time we demonstrated the new technique."
And then they were thrust forward, their chests bouncing. Kiyone looked back to the empty bindings, where even now, a new set of them was appearing. And on they went along the treat, into the factory. Soon enough they were brought to an assembly line where huge nozzles hovered over their lips. Shooting out energy into their mouths, their mouths were forced open.
This was it.
Looking up, Kiyone saw that within the nozzles, there were tanks. But within, there was only air. Then there was a flash within, and a copy of them appeared within each. Energy poured down as they began to thrash and bang on the glass. Soon enough, their other-selves began to ripple visibly as they stood. Kiyone watched as her clone fell to her knees, moaning as the liquid began to drip from her body. No, it was her body that was becoming liquid. Soon her features disappeared as she began a literal meltdown. Soon they became color-coded tanks of goo, fully alive and sentient. Even as it happened, their every cell was reshaped.
Kiyone could almost feel it.
"Your other-selves are being transformed into a liquid set of nanites," said Washu. By now, the new Masaki Clones were fully liquified and filled the tanks. "Now, why don't we use them."
The nozzles opened, and Kiyone let out a scream as her own clone was force-fed to her in nanite form. She felt as it moved down her throat and then spread out throughout her body. As it did, Kiyone felt her other selves thoughts filling her mind. Her body was shaking as she was merged with herself.
Their memories, too, were merging. Two entirely identical life stories rushed through her thoughts. They went in perfect parallel, gradually merging, their sensations and thoughts doubling. Only to diverge at the end. Kiyone remembered appearing outside her bindings. She'd been looking down on a clone of herself in the same bondage. Then she'd realized she was the clone, and she began to melt. No thrashing could get her free, and now she was...
Herself.
Kiyone came.
She came hard and without restraint. Centuries in perpetual, pleasured bondage had prepared her for this moment. For year after year, decade after decade, Kiyone had been driven to the brink of orgasm and then denied. And each time, that point got further and further away. Each time, it took steadily more intense stimulation to get a rise from her. And every time the pleasure fields had supplied just enough. Enough to keep her begging for what lay beyond that unattainable threshold.
Now, beyond sensation, beyond madness, the combination of two minds broke through. The pleasure field was overridden at last. Her mind warped and shuddered beneath the sensation of pleasure. Distantly, Kiyone was aware that she and the other girls were screaming their lungs out. And they were loving every minute of it.
The bindings on them are loosed, and they fall forward, still in the midsts of orgasm. The pleasure field around them fluctuates as their bosoms and butts expanded outward. It was like so long ago, but there is no despair or even thought. All they could do was scream in orgasm as they crackled with power.
"Even as we speak, your duplicate nanites are forming through your entire bodies," said Washu. "In a few moments, you'll have transformed irrevocably. You'll all become one of the building blocks for my factory. A wonderful fate for anyway."
The orgasm continues, even as each of them were reshaped into their new cube forms. As their bosoms closed in around them, they awaited their final fates. The pleasure field flares to life, trying to account for the new brainwaves. And yet all it succeeds in doing as each one is cubed is increasing the length of the orgasm. The treadmill moves Kiyone and the others along a track. Their long-repressed minds and bodies are stretched to new lengths.
Why isn't it stopping?
Will it ever stop? Kiyone hopes not.
The orgasm continues, becoming ever more intense as it does. Then Kiyone realizes what happened. The pleasure field operates on a simple algorithm.
If Kiyone was not on the verge of orgasm, pleasure her continually.
If Kiyone is on the verge of orgasm, reduce pleasure.
Repeat.
Now, however, Kiyone and the others had been driven to orgasm. It had happened faster than the machine could account. They were no longer on the verge of orgasming, they had gone beyond that point. As a result, the pleasure field was now in the processing of pleasuring them. And the most pleasurable thing it could do was increase the intensity and length of the orgasm.
Forever.
The Masaki Girls had found a loophole in the rules, and Washu would never find out. Their cubes journeyed through the factory and were filed away into a vast room of thousands. And as they were set to rest, they knew she had already forgotten about them. More cubes were piled on top of them. It increased the pleasure as the sheer, undiluted ecstasy ravaged their minds. Soon, every single one of them had a stack of dozens of cubed girls on top of them. Then another row began as they were closed off completely.
It would never end.
Their memories were not so much fading as being consumed. Their sense of self was being burned away by sheer, undiluted joy. Even now, they felt their minds reaching out to connect with the others. Kiyone could see the thoughts and memories of the other girls filling her mind. But those thoughts and memories were becoming steadily less relevant, less important...
The Masaki Girls whited out.
They'd never white back in again, at this rate. There was only pleasure.
Washu had noticed something a bit interesting.
A glitch had screwed up the pleasure fields to force the girls into perpetual orgasm. When it had happened, her first reflex had been to correct it. But then she'd noticed it had resulted in a massive power spike from all of them. The orgasm, after endless years of frustration, was amazing in terms of effect. It appeared to be creating psychic energy by the bucketload. So much so that it actually eclipsed the most advanced form of generator girl Washu had created.
The potential energy sources from these ladies were infinite. Assuming these energies could be sustained, of course, which was a big if. Washu would need to investigate how far these ladies could be pushed.
Immediately, Washu had saved them as copies. Quickly she'd rerouted a number of different production facilities. At once, she'd begun producing them by the truckload. By the time her original six orgasm cubes arrived at their warehouse, there were thousands of them. Once she'd filled up a few warehouses, she'd get to work testing them.
Now she turned her attention back to the beautiful six ladies looking in terror. They didn't know what had happened and they need never know. "Now, about you ladies, I cloned before it happened.
"Would you like a job? Or a permanent place in one of my assembly lines?
"Yes, or no."
Washu removed the gags.
"Yes, yes, just don't-" began Ayeka.
Washu pressed a button, and Ayeka was cloned before hands grabbed her. Then they moved her forward onto the assembly line. "Yes or no, Ayeka," said Washu.
"No, no, please, don't..." began Ayeka.
Washu cut her off with a supercharge of energy. In mere moments he'd expanded outward. Soon enough, she was cubed and sent along the assembly line, squashed flat by the crushers. Before long, she was turned into a perfect cube. No permanent orgasm for her, that was a bug, not a feature.
"I guess I'll cube the rest of you, so Ayeka isn't lonely," said Washu.
"No!" cried Ryoko before she and the others were forced onto the assembly line. Like clockwork, they were all cubed and sidled along to other parts of the factory.
"Now, new Ayeka?" said Washu, looking to the new set of girls. "What do you say?"
Ayeka trembled in fear. "Yes."
"Kiyone?" asked Washu.
"Yes," said Kiyone, looking down.
"Ryoko," said Washu.
"Yes!" snapped Ryoko.
"Mihoshi?" asked Washu.
"Yes," said Mihoshi, crying.
"Sasami," asked Washu.
Sasami was red-eyed. "...Yes."
"Me?" asked Washu.
The clone looked calculating. "...Yes."
"Perfect," said Washu.
"Time to make the alterations. And now that I've got your cooperation, it's time to make some copies.
"I've got special jobs in mind for each of you ladies, and you'll begin training in them at once. Oh, FYI, I reserve the right to terminate your contract and cube you at any time for any reason. So try not to make any mistakes.
"One more thing.
"If you ladies last ten years working for me, I'll find a nice retirement for you. Something to look forward to."
It had been long delayed, but now there was a way to make Washu's Experiments fresh and new again.