Chapter 8
Part 1
May 5th 2513
Wake mode
Medicated state, high.
Recovery state high.
Warning, you are still at tender stage, lactate acid accumulation is still high.
New creations from extreme exertion will return your fatigue state faster than the norm.
Warning, new impacts will drastically increase chance of permanent damage.
Kate woke ten steps beyond cuddling. There were hands inside her shirt, at least two, one on her belly button, another between her breasts, both left hands. Both female.
There was a third hand, enormous, warm, fiery hot, like the heat of love holding onto her leg. Eric, no doubt. The hand enjoying Kate's cleavage was cool, comforting, edible in its texture, like the metaphorical representation, of a Turkish delight.
But who was the hand that was just right? Who was the perfect little bear that filled their bed? Kate breathed slow, considering herself as her breathing flowed in and out, stomach pushing and pulling.
Passive Ping Tiffany.
0 Meters.
Those firm and gentle fingers twitched, then spider danced their way to her stomach, fingertips teasing her belly button which tingled, activating a series of mental complexes Kate was sure no therapist could fix.
Kate's belly button was an innie which would always be better than an outie, but there was a little flap of flesh on the top made it feel like her in button hole had a foreskin. And those fingers were actively playing with it, teasing with her touch so light it might have been the most luscious of alarms.
Now Kate had been tazed before, many times actually, and there was a lot to the sensation, including unconsciousness. First came the violent shock of the electrocution, which would normally shove a victim out of their own body which would be left to act on it's own. There'd be a pulling as if an alien force was in control, pulling on strings. But the correct surge pulsing through her, was so different, so wonderful she gushed in its goodness. Her breathing took an ugly turn as her body moved on its own, shivering and tingling.
Kate could feel those puppet strings. But the meaning was entirely new, she was being pulled from the inside, being controlled from the inside, the string pulling inside all meeting at her heart. The burst of energy it produced was beyond her, making her want to buck and jump.
But she couldn't, she'd steel herself but that just made her metal fold in on itself and she bit her lip until it hurt. It was incredible!
She was being strummed like a guitar, and played to the rhythm that Kate was being moved to, from the inside.
Then the hand sunk lower, a line of gushing goodness, growing constantly, and that was just the single hand. It wasn't even the sneakiest little hand as a right, from some violator hand lingered over her diaphragm. And as if using the lower hand as a distraction had climbed up touching the base of her breasts, it was like Tiffany was testing the soil, the way a spider's web might be tested to see if the spider was there. And like the spider's web Kate's soul was being intruded upon. Kate shivered and Tiffany went in, poking, stroking from below, then Tiffany was pushing and pressing then cupping and Tiffany's other hand pushed against the stomach with force, making Kate retreat but she was pursued by the hand, dragging the skin down to the waist where it pushed! Then and only then did it become too much.
The sensory was an overload too strong for the cage of will she'd erected to keep her still.