SSS 2 - Mount the Sybian

You have to do this. You understand better than anyone how effective Sybians are. People who’ve never used one don’t understand; they are better than normal toys, better than actual penises, better than tongues, better than anything.

However, you have never been less turned on in your life. This is doable.

But something has been done to this Sybian. You can see where the rubber saddle has been removed and then replaced.

You take a deep breath, then step over it and lower yourself. There are no attachments; it’s just the rubberized saddle against your bare pussy. You don’t love the dirtiness of all this, but you focus on bracing yourself for what’s coming. As your weight comes to rest on the Sybian there’s a beep and the screen flashes; a timer appears. You stiffen and the timer vanishes.

So that’s what they did to it: some kind of pressure sensor to ensure that you keep your weight on the saddle. Peachface doesn’t want you cheating. You have to take the full **** of what the Sybian’s going to give you. Perfect. The other sensor still inside you just makes the sensations weirder.

You let your weight down and grasp the handle. The timer reappears: three minutes.

“It’s not long, Meri. You can do it,” the recording of Peachface says. Then Peachface is gone and there’s only the timer.

You grip the handle as the Sybian comes to life. It doesn’t start at max, but it ramps up over a period of about ten seconds. You squeeze with your thighs; it’s so intense that your body wants you to move, but you can’t risk letting your weight off the sensor. You hunch forward as the sensations explode from between your legs: part pleasure, part discomfort at the intensity of the stimulation.

You groan, feeling your muscles bunch and your knuckles ache. You take short breaths, feeling a cold sweat break out all over. The Sybian is too incredible for emotions or mood to get in the way. It feels amazing against your mound, but it’s actually touching your clit. Tears well up in your eyes, and the noise you make is closer to a growl. You feel parts of yourself that you don’t think about twitching and a whimper building somewhere in your throat. You just clench everything inside harder. You have to hope that the sensor can tell the difference between staying tense and an actual orgasm because you’re afraid that Colby’s life might depend on it.

You aren’t going to cum. There’s no danger of that. Not like this. But you’re either going to scream or jump off this Sybian. Your clit can’t handle this. Your arms are getting weak.

The timer hits zero.

The Sybian shuts off. You let out an explosive breath and sag forward, gasping.

“Fuck,” you pant, then groan in agony. Somehow, you’re numb down there… but your legs are jelly. Sweat drips off your face and falls on the Sybian. You focus on the screen.

Peachface appears again.

“Congratulations, Meri. You win.”

You stare in disbelief. “What?”

“You’re the final girl, Meri. You aren’t just a visionary president, you’re the survivor of a brutal ****. Psychological ****. Book deals. This will be a movie, Meri. You’ll be the one. Girls will see your success, and CCL will be even greater than it ever was before. Don’t worry. What happens here won’t scare anyone away. You won’t let it. You’re going to go out there and talk about how CCL made you into a person who could handle this.”

There’s a loud click and you look over your shoulder to see a green light above a door.

Peachface goes on. “You might already be a queen now, Meri. But with this on your resume, you can be a goddess. The door behind you will only be unlocked for ten seconds. Everything you ever wanted is out there. Go and take it.”

Peachface hasn’t said anything about releasing Colby or the others. That metal device is still right there with Colby inside it. That lever is still there as well. This is it.

Go for the door?

Or go for the lever?