Back in the control room

Colonel Smith watched in silence as the scene on the monitors unfolded with an intensity that surpassed even his most optimistic projections. The gas had worked too well. What had started as a carefully controlled experiment had escalated into something far more ****—and far more revealing.

The three girls, Madison, Emma, and Abigail, had now moved to the large mattress in the center of the cabin. Their bodies, slick with sweat and flushed with arousal, intertwined as they explored each other with a fervor that bordered on desperation. The gas had amplified their senses to such a degree that even the lightest touch sent them spiraling into pleasure. But now, as they gave in fully to their desires, the boundaries between one orgasm and the next seemed to blur. Every movement, every breath seemed to trigger another wave of ecstasy, building upon the last with no end in sight.

Madison, the leader, was at the center of it all, her earlier suspicions completely erased by the overwhelming need that had taken hold of her. She moved with purpose, her lips and tongue exploring Emma’s body with a skill and urgency that drove her friend into a frenzy. The sounds of their gasps and moans filled the room, mixing with the wet, intimate sounds of their bodies as they pleasured each other.

Emma’s fingers were buried in Madison’s hair, pulling her closer as she arched her back, her entire body quaking with the **** of yet another orgasm. The gas had stripped away any hesitation, any inhibition, leaving only raw, unfiltered desire in its wake. And as Madison moved down Emma’s body, her mouth finding the most sensitive spots, it was clear that this cycle of pleasure would not end anytime soon.

Abigail, not to be left out, shifted her position, sliding down between Madison’s legs with a hunger that was almost primal. Her movements were frantic, driven by the same insatiable need that gripped the other two. As her tongue found its target, Madison let out a cry that was a mixture of surprise and overwhelming pleasure, her body convulsing as the sensations overwhelmed her.

The chain reaction was immediate and unstoppable. Abigail’s skilled attention sent Madison into another orgasm, which in turn intensified her efforts on Emma, who was soon lost in her own world of endless climax. The girls were locked in a loop of pleasure, each one driving the others higher, their orgasms becoming a continuous, rolling wave that showed no signs of abating.

Smith observed, his expression unreadable, as the monitors captured every moment in stark detail. The gas had not only heightened their sensitivity but had also created a feedback loop of pleasure so intense that the girls could no longer control themselves. Their bodies had become hyper-responsive, and even the slightest touch or lick sent them spiraling into another orgasm. It was as if they had been rewired, their nervous systems so overstimulated that they were trapped in a cycle of continuous, unstoppable pleasure.