Tags
MC, MD, MF, D/S, Bondage, Mind Death
Synopsis
Sharon trains herself to become a good slave of the Masters so that she can receive her final spike.
Author's Notes
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The Final Spike
Sharon moaned, her limbs twitching within the Sexpod as the Master pressed his thick length into her juicy pussy.
The flexible material of the pod creaked around the open holes through which her distended breasts projected. Her legs and arms were pushed closer together by the strength of his thrust, isolated from each other within large rubber bags.
Her neck was locked in a collar, rubber creaking against her back as she swallowed down the dildo filling her mouth. This setup made it impossible for her to escape or even turn around to catch a glimpse of the Master, but with his dick crammed into her pussy, she was too busy to even consider it.
The feeding cycle had begun as usual - she had entered the Sexpod, eyes wide as the screen turned on in front of her nose, capturing her brain. As her eyes had languidly followed the infinite patterns in a twisting circle, the dildo had been presented to her as a tasty toy.
There was no hesitation. Her fat lips had immediately sprung open, taking it into her mouth and sucking on it to extract its tasty and nutritious juices.
It was only after she had been working on it for some time that the telltale indicator had popped up on her screen, a flashing warning letting her know that she had been selected for pleasure.
Whispers licked at her ears, approval flaying her brain. The newest spikes nestled in her ears, implanted just days ago. She rejoiced at their presence, finally able to hear the mercurial whispers and encouragement from her Masters.
The whispers were rarely intelligible, or even directed at her, but each glimpse of their will was a gift for a Spikebody like her.
Her mouth curved up into a grin at the approbation, delight throbbing up from her filled pussy into the spike implanted in her belly button as she continued to lick and suck at the feeding cock.
Arching her back, she lifted her ass, providing the Master better access as his hands wrapped around her butt cheeks. Squeezing hard, he rammed into her faster and harder, using her how he liked.
The whispers increased, licking at her mind. She didn’t know which Master was servicing her this time, but it mattered little. After months of devotion to the spirals, she willingly served them all.
The wetness in her pussy increased as the pounding continued, her arousal ratcheting up another notch. The spikes embedded in her spine began to react, heat glowing in radiant embers as each one activated.
She gargled around the dildo, eyes locked onto the display. The line turned, twirling around the spiral. Her brain worked, spinning the shapes so that the line could keep moving.
Triangles, squares, parallelograms, multi-sided, various sizes. She had played this puzzle for so long, she knew that there was a solution. There was always a solution, but she couldn’t always find it, even with her full concentration.
There was no time to think of the pleasure. It would be there for her once the Master had satisfied himself. She was there as a receptacle, to receive his attention until he reached climax. Only then would she be rewarded with one of her own.
Her body shifted as the Master picked up the pace, using her roughly. A lusty groan sounded in her brain, satisfaction lighting up the spikes in her spine. Large hands wrapped over her breasts, kneading her flesh with needy squeezes.
The spikes in her nipples throbbed in time with Master’s thrusts, the glowing tips jutting outwards, then pulling back in, matching the rhythm of his passion. Her body was on fire, synchronizing with the hot squelching noises coming from her pussy.
Her thoughts slowed as the pleasure rose, making it ever more difficult for her to complete the next layer of the puzzle. Now was a delicate time, her body on edge.
A flat barrier appeared in front of her line, the outline of a crescent shaped object appearing on its surface. She would need to manipulate the shapes available to her to form a key that would fit into this lock.
She knew implicitly that this was the final obstacle. If she could solve this, she would know true ecstasy.
Her vision blurred as she worked, rotating the shapes, drawing them together to fuse them into something that might unlock the pleasure. A jolt throbbed in her pussy, and she groaned, slurping on the dildo in her mouth.
The Master was not making it easy for her. Could he stop for a moment?
The pounding in her pussy was becoming seriously distracting, and the way he was tweaking the spikes in her nipples was sending her into orbit!
It was almost as though he didn’t want her to succeed.
As she fumbled with the shapes, she realized that the strange thought was true. If she was unable to progress the puzzle while being pleasured by the Master, she would be unable to advance.
She would be locked out of the true pleasure granted those who devoted every ounce of their being to them.
She was being tested. She could not afford to fail.
But it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate, the shapes slippery. Her pussy was becoming sloppier with each passing moment, the wet squelches from his rapid fucking assaulting her ears.
Just one more shape. It almost fit! She was almost there!
A sharp crack echoed as the Master slapped her ass.
You are not ready.
The words reverberated in her ears, the key she had been building dissolving into an amalgamation of fuzzy parts, with no sharp edges. A mess she couldn’t put back together again, garbage that couldn’t unlock anything.
The hard dick inside her tunnel pulled away, leaving her gaping hole empty and alone. Frustrated, she growled around the dildo in her mouth, swallowing the thick matrix it spewed.
It tasted good, but it wasn’t what she wanted. Once again, she had failed to receive the seed of her Master.
Become less. Success can only be achieved once you let go.
The whispering words tickled her mind, throbbing down the spikes in her spine. Their heat elevated her arousal, but failed to set her off, keeping her on the cusp of ultimate pleasure.
She squeezed her eyes shut, sucking on the dildo with all she was worth, pleading with her mind.
She had tried as hard as she could this time. A little more. Just a little bit more, and she was certain that she could reach the enlightenment the Masters demanded!
Surely, they wouldn’t deny her this much?
Mercifully, the masculine whispers returned, caressing her mind.
Good girl.
The warmth caressed her, lighting up the corners of her brain, but then it was gone, leaving her without the joy of completion.
She had failed again.
***
Sharon laid on her side, nestled up against the corner of the couch. The table in front of her was filled with various snacks - grapes, crackers, cream cheese, and dessert bars, but she ignored them all.
Instead, her eyes were fixed on the screen mounted in the corner, her hand splayed out over her pussy, index finger tweaking her clit.
It was a sort of consolation prize for failing in front of the Master, and good practice for her next training session in the Sexpod. She would need as much experience as she could get, if she expected to catch up to her podmate!
Nora was sleeping on the other couch, curled up in the corner, currently comatose. She briefly bared her teeth at the other woman, jealous of the extra blue stripes sewn to the small patches of fabric resting lightly on top of her enormous breasts.
She was so much closer than her to being given the final spike! If she didn’t hurry up with her studies, she would be left behind, alone, friendless.
The prospect was honestly terrifying.
Her eyes shifted back to the screen, her determination increasing. If she could at least finish this level, there was a good chance that she would be able to rise to the challenge the next time a Master decided to use her!
She settled back into a rhythm, stroking herself as the cursor worked its way around the outer edge of the spiral. An orange triangle appeared, the telltale slot in the wall ahead, waiting for a key.
Combine the pulsing triangle with the odd shaped parallelogram, and she was close to what she needed, but she was still lacking one more shape!
Casting about, she searched for the last element, but it remained elusive. Her vision tore as she redoubled her efforts, but it was useless. There was something there, right at the edge of her attention, but she just couldn’t find what she needed!
If she looked away, she’d lose the shapes she had already wrangled, but if she didn’t, she’d never be able to find what she was missing. This was totally maddening!
Still, if she kept trying, she was certain that she would find a way. It was just a matter of time.
“Sharon?” came a high pitched voice, shattering her concentration.
“Sharon?” The voice called again, this time closer.
She sighed, flipping down the fabric panel to hide her pussy. It wasn’t exactly a secret, what she was doing, but discretion was the better part of valor.
Debra was a bit of a prude, and prone to histrionics. It just made sense to defuse the situation before she could get herself all worked up.
“What is it?” she called out, craning her neck to look up the hallway.
Debra came rushing in, wild eyed. She was younger than the rest of them by a few years, her long black hair whirling in a flyaway mess.
“I saw her,” she choked out. “She went through the wall! She’s missing!”
Sharon frowned, shaking her head. “Can you slow down? Who are you talking about?”
“Alma!” Debra hissed, clutching her arms close to her chest, face white. “I was out walking with her, and she got a weird look on her face, like she does.”
Sharon nodded, understanding. Alma might seem like she had her head in the clouds, but that was really only the surface layer. Just when you thought that she was a complete space case, her sharp, cutting incisiveness would leer out at you.
“And? What happened next?”
“She tucked her tongue between her teeth and approached the wall near the recreation dome, touching it in some kind of pattern, like this.”
Debra’s long fingernails danced in the air, mimicking the half remembered scene from memory. “After that, there came a click, and a seam appeared in the wall. It cracked open, two panels spreading aside to reveal a long, white hallway.”
Sharon folded her hands, her brows knitting. “You’re making it sound like there’s secret passages in the walls.”
“That’s right,” nodded Debra, looking completely serious. “I was hesitant, but Alma was eager. She stepped inside before I could stop her, and the panels rolled back faster than I had anticipated. The wall swallowed her whole, but not before I saw some… things.”
Now, to the crux of the issue. This must be what was really bothering her. “What kind of things?”
“Emphemeral figures. Forms. Women, but only in the vaguest sense.” Debra’s face screwed up, forming a cute moue. “They’re hard to describe. Like ghosts, but not. White, pale skin, statuesque, curvy.”
She swallowed. “Their breasts were enormous, gigantic mountains, with thready red veins running over the exterior of their trembling snowkissed expanses. The more I stared, the deeper I thought I could see into their pulsing red depths.”
Shaking her head, she shuddered in discomfort. “I found it hard to look away, but I had to. There was something both disquieting and attractive about them, and clearly Alma thought that too, as she didn’t hesitate to join their group.”
Biting her lip, she gulped. “The one who greeted her looked like she was pregnant, possessing a grotesquely bulging belly. When she turned, I caught a glimpse of her face.”
Here, Debra paused, her face going just as pale as the wraiths she had seen in the hallway. “Her face looked like a shiny, bright moon, eyes devoid of all life. On her forehead was a dark, black circle, above which there was a hairless, pale expanse. Her skull was sunken in, lumpy, as though she had been hit multiple times with a hammer.”
“Didn’t Alma say anything?” Sharon probed. “Why didn’t you go after her?”
Debra shivered. “I don’t know, I was freaking terrified! I barely took a breath to call out to her when that thing tilted its neck with a horrible crack. Tiny black seeds in the center of her eyes pinned me where I stood. Somehow, I knew with absolute certainty that it was not my place to interfere.”
She let out a long breath. “And then, the walls snapped shut, swallowing them whole. I swear, the whole thing is like a fever dream. Have I gone crazy?”
A low yawn broke through the tension, the lithe figure laying on the other couch raising her arm in a stretch. “You haven’t gone crazy, but you don’t understand.”
Nora turned her head towards Sharon, lips curled into a half grin. “Her ears are not spiked. She cannot hear them like we can.”
Lowering her arm, she cupped her fingers, folding them around the silvery object jutting from her ear. It was one of the Master’s spikes, newly implanted just a week ago.
Sharon had been exercising with Nora on the running track when they had been pulled off by an announcement and directed to a holding chamber. There, the Masters had selected them for further processing.
The slender spikes had slid into their ears, silver metal bonding them to their earlobes, the tips inserted into their brains. They would never be removed. They would listen and obey their Masters, always.
Her podmate gave her a knowing grin, desire blooming over her pale face. Her eyes seemed to pulse with the intensity of the puzzle still circling on the screen in the corner, whispers tickling at her brain.
She grinned back, giving her fellow Spikebody a shallow nod.
That’s right. The two of them were Installed. She would help settle down their new member until the Masters had an opportunity to process her as well.
Letting out a sigh, she climbed to her feet, her pussy still tingling. Unfortunately, that would have to wait.
“Come on,” she said to Debra. “Show me where Alma disappeared.”
Debra’s fingers fluttered against her sides as she hunched her shoulders, moving off towards the hallway. Sharon twisted her lips, peeking back at Nora, but her podmate was already staring at the screen, ignoring her, a hand dipping under the sheet of fabric hiding her pubes.
The little whore! She had sent Sharon so that she could get herself off without being embarrassed!
Well, if she could get this over with quickly, she could get back and interrupt Nora before she got too comfortable!
She stalked after Debra, her bare feet sinking into the plush pile of the carpet. “How long ago did Alma disappear?” she asked, not actually all that interested.
Alma could take care of herself. Out of all of them, she was the most senior, with the most spikes. If she had been welcomed by the Masters and given the final spike, then she was undoubtedly in utter bliss.
“It’s probably been ten, fifteen minutes?” mumbled Debra, sounding unsure of herself. “We need to hurry, I don’t know what they’re going to do with her!”
Sharon clamped her mouth shut, saying nothing. Whatever business the Masters had with Alma was not her problem, but if she didn’t get Debra calmed down, she might do something regrettable.
“Okay,” she replied calmly. “Take me there.”
Debra rushed off, padding onto the outer concourse and taking a right turn. As Sharon followed, the hallway gradually turned to the right, forming a wide circle around the central core of the main living area.
The residence was only a single floor, but seemed plenty large enough for the four of them to live and entertain themselves. Sharon’s memory of how they had arrived was rather fuzzy, but that was irrelevant. All that mattered was the training. The Masters. The Spikes.
She found herself grinning, daydreaming about the last time she had been installed. The way the spikes had burrowed into her ear canals was delightful, creating sharp tingles that melted all the way into her brain.
They never left her now, keeping her wet for the Masters. She couldn’t wait for her next session in a Sexpod!
Debra slowed down, her motions somewhat uncertain. The exercise chamber was up ahead, on their right, filled with treadmills and cycling machines. There was even a miniature track so that they could compete against each other.
Debra wasn’t looking over there, however, her attention caught up in investigating the smooth, curved expanse of the outer wall. “It was over here somewhere,” she said uncertainly, placing a hand against the flat surface. “The seam has vanished. I can’t seem to find it.”
“Here, let me take a look.”
Sharon touched her shoulder, scooting her aside. Moving in close, she scanned her eyes over the white wall, looking for any imperfections or markings.
Nothing immediately came to view, but when she tilted her head, a licking whisper shot through the spike in her ear. She thrilled, knowing that a Master must be close.
Closing her eyes, she pressed up against the wall, laying her torso against it, rubbing her hands in circles. There was something there, she could tell. Invisible indentations, only traceable by touch.
As her fingers followed the marks, she paused. She was familiar with this puzzle. It was similar to the one she had been working to solve on the screen, and in the Sexpod. The one that had frustrated all of her attempts so far.
Sighing, she stopped when she found the dead end, visualizing the pieces in her mind. They still refused to fit together. The way remained shut.
Opening her eyes, she turned towards Debra. “I believe you,” she said, noting the relief that flooded the other woman’s face. “However, I don’t have the key to open this.”
Debra’s face fell, and she bit her lip. “Really? Then we can’t do anything for Alma?”
Sharon shook her head. “Alma solved the puzzle. Our only way to help her is to do the same. We must try our utmost to do so.”
Debra seemed uncertain, but she wasn’t resisting. That was well enough. She was ready for the next step.
Taking Debra by the arm, she gave it a light tug. “Come with me. We will make an attempt.”
Debra gave one last longing look at the wall before she succumbed to Sharon’s encouragement. “Show me,” she said firmly, determination in her eyes.
***
Heat throbbed in her ears, the whispers more intense. A Master was closeby, watching her. If she showed him her prowess, he might choose to use her.
Her eyes scanned through the spiral, trying to match the shapes together. She had worked herself up to this level faster than she had ever been able to before. This gave her confidence that she might actually be able to solve the final obstacle.
Once she succeeded, she would be able to open the wall and join Alma in bliss. She just needed to work a little harder!
Her eyes chased down the spiral, her mind getting lost in the work. Just as she was getting close to finding the key to unblock the next level, a lusty sigh echoed through her brain, overwhelming the subtle whispers that licked through her thoughts.
Her brow furrowed. The sound seemed familiar, but it wasn’t her. Another woman must be in the Sexpod next to her, working on her own puzzle.
She let out a sigh, shifting in the rubbery bag that kept her isolated. Her body was already warm and sweaty, and she hadn’t even been used yet! How did she expect to attract a Master when this was the best she could do?
The pattern on the screen refreshed, catching her attention, and her mind began to swirl, working the puzzle. Her mouth dropped open, ready to receive the dildo as the program proceeded, forcing her to take it down her throat.
She gamely sucked at it as her eyes turned around and around, following the spinning circle, picking up the shapes needed to break through the next wall.
The key constructed, she slid it into the slot, opening up the next layer in the puzzle and in her brain. The dildo slipped in deeper, the pleasure rising.
Soon, she forgot the loud moaning from the pod next to her, completely absorbed by the next ring, the next level of the game.
She barely noticed when the Master slipped into her, the whispers lapping at her thoughts. Her body responded immediately, her tunnel clenching around the solid intruder as though it belonged inside her.
The pounding began, pushing her towards the solution with more urgency. Her eyes hooded, but she maintained her concentration, pushing once more towards the next level.
She was about where she had been before, but this time she felt a bit sharper, more capable. Would this be her opportunity to unlock the next level and receive the final spike?
The pleasure pushed her right up against the wall, her body shaking from the thrusts, eyes wide as she did her best to keep the puzzle in her mind. She was alarmed to find that some of the pieces were starting to slip through her grasp.
Not now! She couldn’t allow herself to be beaten a second time!
Pushing harder, she lunged for the final shape, capturing it with her mind, the cool breeze of success blowing through her brain.
Turning the shape over, she pressed forward, rocking into the Master, preparing to apply the key to the wall. Right as she reached the boundary layer, her mind turned to mush, a buzzing hum sounding in her ears, a tight suction applied through the spikes.
Gurgling around the dick, she groaned, her fears and concerns for Debra liquifying and being extracted through her ear canals.
This lasted for an interminable period of time, then a sharp crack sounded and the suction ceased. A spike of pain jolted through her ass, the sexual tension from the Master’s thrusts vanishing, his enlarged dick withdrawing.
She sighed and moaned, wiggling in her rubber sac, but the Master failed to return. He had taken what he wanted from her, and now her brain was muddy, her remaining thoughts thick, like pudding.
The dildo slipped from her mouth, retracting into the machine, the screen blank. The Masters had withdrawn themselves. She would not be solving the puzzle tonight.
Gritting her teeth, she frowned as her ears were filled with coos of pleasure. It seemed that someone else had achieved what she could not.
Yearning arose within her. What did the Masters want from her? She was doing everything she could to please them!
A loud growl of despair escaped her lips as the machine pumped out all the air, sealing her in tight for the night.
***
Sharon popped a chocolate into her mouth, savoring the way it melted between her lips, becoming a sugary morass. The screen glowed, twisting and tilting, the puzzle filling her mind.
She tweaked her clit with her free hand, giving it a languid stroke. Her other hand descended to her swollen breast, sneaking under the flap of fabric that barely concealed her nipples.
After some experimentation, she had discovered that different varieties of pleasure helped to focus the spikes in her body, forcing them to throb and jolt in synchronization with the puzzle. The better she felt, the faster she could combine the shapes into optimal solutions.
Just a few minutes ago she had managed to break through what she had thought was the final barrier, only to run into another that had her completely trapped. She was going to need some serious concentration or a burst of intuition to get her closer to the core of the spiral.
It seemed achievable, tantalizingly close. She just needed to keep trying!
The sound of footsteps interrupted her trance, and she sighed, annoyed at being interrupted again. She grunted, pulling the flaps of fabric back into position before setting her hands on her thighs.
Her skin tingled, demanding more stimulation, but she couldn’t afford to lose her mind when Debra was still wandering around. She needed to remain under control so that she could guide Debra, train her, show her the truth.
She glanced at the empty couch across the room, a slow grin blossoming over her face. Nora was gone, ascended. She had been promoted in her place, taking up the role of trainer, ready and willing to guide Debra to the infinite love of the Masters.
Debra’s slender form slid into view, her arms crossed. “She’s gone,” she remarked, her voice sounding wooden. “Where did Nora go?”
“She has solved the puzzle,” answered Sharon, finding it difficult to talk about her. “She is in a better place.”
Oh, how she wished that she could solve the puzzle too!
Walking up to that blank wall, tracing in the right shapes, unlocking the portal to the strange women.
She must join their number, to be worthy of the final spike. To be elevated to become an eternal slave of the Masters!
Debra sat down on the empty couch, her eyes blank. “Oh,” she said softly, fiddling with her ears.
Sharon’s eyes widened as she took in the new sleek, black additions jutting out of Debra’s skull. “You have been spiked,” she said, a throb of pleasure running down the ones implanted in her spine.
“Yes,” murmured Debra, her eyes sliding towards the screen.
Her pupils widened as they locked on, a flash of purple appearing in their vacant depths. “I can hear them now,” she said, her voice going quiet as her eyes darted in a circle, caught by the pattern.
Sharon smiled, relief washing through her. There was no need to hide anything from her fellow slave any longer. She was just as captured as she was.
Standing, she swayed her hips, the spikes covering her nipples throbbing as she approached the spiked woman. Taking a seat behind her on the couch, she scooted in close, jamming her swollen nipples into Debra’s back.
Lifting her hands, she wrapped her fingers around the spikes in her fellow slave’s ears, giving them a soft caress, tugging and twisting. Debra shivered, her eyes widening as she lost herself deeper in the puzzle.
Sharon’s pleasure swelled, knowing that she could do whatever she liked with Debra’s body. Debra was completely captured, as she was, ready to obey whatever the Masters desired.
It was her role to increase her obedience. To reinforce their subjugation, to study further, to become perfect slaves for the Masters. That was the only way for them both to receive their final spike.
Arching her back, she thrust her breasts into Debra, leaning in to breathe into an ear spike. “Can you feel the demands of the Masters?” she whispered, stroking the spikes. “They pulse up our spines, in our belly buttons and breasts, and now, in our ears, telling us what they want. The two of us, listening, obeying, our eyes spinning, solving the puzzle for our Masters.”
“Yes,” replied Debra on autopilot.
Her brow creased. “But why? What is the puzzle, and why must we solve it?”
Sharon stopped stroking her ears, swirling her fingers down to Debra’s jaw, massaging her cheeks. “Because the Masters wish it,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Because obeying is natural. Because obeying is pleasurable. Because obeying is submission. Because obeying is necessary.”
Her hands continued to move, farther down, flipping up the curtains of fabric hiding the spikes implanted in Debra’s breasts. She never would have thought of doing this earlier, but now that Debra had the ear spikes, there was no reason to hide the lust imbued by their Masters.
Their bodies were tools, to be used and abused at the pleasure of their Masters. She could hear their whispers, urging her forward. Debra would not be able to resist their spikes, which were already sending shooting throbs of pleasure into her body.
She could feel the slender woman shuddering as she fondled the thick spikes over her nipples, tugging and twisting them in time with the spiraling puzzle on the screen.
Debra was close to orgasm. She could sense it in the way her muscles were tensing. It would be the first orgasm she would receive with her new spikes. It would not be her last.
“Fall into the spiral,” she whispered, stroking harder. “Fall into the obedience. Listen to the Masters. Don’t you wish to please them? Please them, and please yourself. Say it.”
“Please them,” Debra shuddered, her voice coming in cute little gasps. “Please myself.”
Sharon’s fingers turned in lazy circles, tweaking Debra’s body, following the spiral. She was in control of the situation, at the command of her Masters. The more she submitted to them, the more she understood.
“We are their slaves. Our bodies are theirs. We submit.”
“We submit,” echoed Debra, her body beginning to tense up in orgasm.
Sharon wrapped her hands around Debra’s breasts, giving them a tight squeeze as the woman’s body let go, shivering uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm seized control.
Her own body was hot, but she had not lost herself. The Masters did not wish it.
Her eyes went wide as she realized what she had been missing. The last piece of the puzzle - it wasn’t hers. It had never been hers!
A sudden urgency rocketed down her spine, and she let go of Debra, standing. “You will wait here and continue practicing,” she said in a monotone. “Pleasure yourself, seek the next ring, and obey the Masters.”
“I obey,” whispered Debra, her mind completely caught by the display.
Sharon blinked, turning away. The screen no longer held any sway over her. She knew what she must do next. It was inevitable. The Masters were calling.
***
She stepped up to the blank wall, eyes wide. The puzzle was here. She was here. All she had to do was solve it.
Taking a deep breath, she traced the invisible patterns etched into the silvery steel. Her mind worked, twisting into the familiar circle of the spiral, bringing her closer in, down, down, focusing her mind towards the final point.
There was the wall again, the one she had been unable to surmount. The one that had stymied her efforts, kept her mind running for days.
She stared at the pattern, playing with the shapes, her eyes bouncing off the edifice. It was different this time, however. She knew what she had been missing.
The trick to this puzzle was not to solve it at all.
She could not do this herself. It could not be solved by anything she did.
The key was submission, utter submission. The Masters held the key.
And so, at that exact moment, she let her mind go completely blank, and simply… gave up.
The shapes continued spinning, but not under her control. The whispers were in her ears, in her brain, congratulatory, pleased.
The key snapped together, slid into the lock of the wall, a solid click sounding in her mind. A crack appeared, growing visible from the middle, moving both up and down, the sealed panels splitting apart.
They rolled away silently, revealing the blank hallway ahead, an empty expanse. She was the key now, to fit into this lock, to fill the hole, to become what the Masters wished her to be.
Light gleamed in her eyes, in her brain. She stepped forward, her feet flattening against the cool, glossy surface. Reflections scattered, shards showing slanted images of the hallway around her, of her.
Her face was blank, sleek, eyes dull, burned out by her submission to the puzzle. She had been prepared. She was ready. For the final spike.
The walls flexed, the hallway shimmered, and suddenly they were there.
Two women, fat lips, dark eyes as deep as black holes, the circular dome of a large rivet embedded in their foreheads.
Their domes glistened, as if lit from several directions simultaneously. Unnatural. Inevitable. Their final spikes.
A moan escaped her lips, memories slipping away, her identity forgotten. She couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, the desire tingling in her breasts, belly button, and down her spine, her spikes throbbing in harmony.
They were bringing her closer to the statuesque women with the curvy bodies and gigantic breasts, a crystalline latticework spanning their breastbones. Their flesh was transparent, white, visible blood vessels throbbing within their bodies.
They stopped in front of her, their breasts bobbing. They were nude, with fat nipples, their oiled surfaces reflecting enough light to make the transparent flesh visible.
Glistening, oiled, ready to be used by the Masters. She wished that she could be like them.
The woman on the right smiled at her. “Sister,” she purred, her voice modulating through a series of comforting tones. “You have solved the puzzle.”
“You belong to the Masters now,” said the other woman, her smile just as wide.
She thought that she recognized the creases at the corners of the woman’s eyes, but the familiarity soon faded. They were all slaves of the Masters now, identical and perfect.
She bit her lip. “I am ready,” she whispered, her heart dropping into her chest.
The woman nodded, holding up her hand.
Her polished nails were sharp, silver, and irrelevant. What mattered more was the circle of metal implanted into the palm of her hand.
It was a spike. Her spike. The final spike.
There was nothing more that was necessary. All she must do now was submit.
She bowed her head forward, ready to be processed. The woman raised her hand, settling it over her forehead. The spiking would now commence.
“I obey,” she whispered.
The woman chuckled. “Obedience has brought you to this point, but it is no longer required. Our Masters have assumed direct control.”
Before she could ask what that meant, a sharp pain shot into her forehead, and her body froze.
She trembled, a vague howl escaping her throat without any thought behind it.
The spike had punched into her skull. Its rod was in her brain!
All of her thoughts suddenly halted, then began spinning in a languid circle. They gathered closer together, closer to the rod that had been punched into her mind.
Tighter, and closer, around and around, until they touched the core, adhered, stopped.
Her eyes blinked, her jaw dropping open.
Understanding did not come to her. Nothing did. Her mind had halted.
The final spike had been installed, rooting itself in her skull. She could not think. There was no thinking.
There was a single line of logic that pulsed through her, a throbbing pleasure that echoed from the other spikes that had been implanted in her body. In unison, they controlled her, the pleasure rising, washing through her.
She grinned involuntarily, her eyes wide, glowing with the truth of the Masters. Independent thinking was no longer possible. She was a slave of the Masters, their puppet, their drone.
Her jaw dropped shut as the Masters assumed direct control. “I am a Spikebody. I bear the fruit. I spread their truth.”
The other women smiled, their buxom bodies shuddering with pleasure. “We are the spirit of the Masters. We bear their fruit. We spread their truth.”
Their lips moved in unison, the thoughts that controlled them coming from the same source.
Given the command, their bodies orgasmed. Their minds were blank, centered around their spikes. Around their Masters. Around their Purpose.
The mind accepts. The body obeys.
***
The Spikebody stared at the polished wall opposite her, body slick and mind blank. The wall was shiny, sparkling, its burnished surface reflecting an image of her swollen body.
She was sitting on a black seat, her legs spread, a set of plugs inserted inside her. These took care of her pleasure and waste needs at regular intervals, for she could not take care of herself.
Her rotund, bulging belly sat fat and happy below enormous, distended breasts. Her body was a container, filled by the Masters, a surrogate for their use.
The sleek, black tubing connected to the spikes at her belly button and at her nipples throbbed, the extra connections at her spine tingling with constant stimulation. Her body was being pleasured, kept ready for use at a moment’s notice.
Fat lips spread wide, her jaw sat half open, the spike in her head keeping her eternally focused. Her eyes were completely black, drained of all emotion and personality.
Everything left of her hollowed out mind was now oriented around the solid rod that had breached her cranium, leaving her nothing more than a husk to be used by the Masters.
She stared at the wall, grinning dumbly as her body swayed silently side to side, the tube drooping from her forehead trembling as an unknown substance was pumped into her head.
She was not worried about this. She was not worried about anything. Her body was pleasure. Her mind was controlled. She was a Spikebody, waiting to be used by her Masters.
A shimmer of energy appeared in front of her, clouding her vision. The whispers in her ears increased, and her vacant grin grew wider, the skin tightening on her breasts as arousal licked through her privates.
She couldn’t think, but something in her body instinctively knew that the Masters had arrived. She was about to be used, the ultimate pleasure for a thoughtless slave like her.
The shimmering light coalesced into a form. Ill defined, sparkling, but present, solid. A Master, just for her.
The figure pressed its fingers to her forehead, a tingle sliding through her skull, his fingers buzzing as they closed around the rod in her head.
There came a pulse of energy, and now he was inside her, occupying her mind. She jerked as his presence infused her, taking control over her existence.
She stood, the tubing falling from the spike ports on her body. The plugs slipped out of her pussy and ass, leaving large, open portholes, ready to be filled.
Her large breasts oozed, unable to contain everything that had been pumped into her. Her transparent skin showed off the bulging sacs within, milky white with the fluid they stored. Pulsing blood vessels interleaved with the crystalline lattice that gave them support, their wide expanses wobbling as she stood at attention.
Her belly similarly trembled, gurgling with the embryo growing within. The Masters had been busy with her, implanting the life necessary to sustain their race.
She was not happy or dismayed at this prospect. She thought of nothing at all, beyond what the Master wished her to think.
Her body turned and began to move, her curves swaying, hands slicing through the air. She did not know where she was going, did not care. The Master was piloting her, bringing her vessel to where she was needed.
She spotted other Spikebodies out of the corners of her eyes, fat, pregnant forms, more vessels carrying life for their Masters. They quickly disappeared from view as her body moved smoothly, navigating the incomprehensible lattice structure created by the Master’s presence. She barely noticed as thin strands brushed against her body, the arousal of her vessel increasing.
The Master steered her to the right, bringing her to the center of his domain.
An involuntary grin lit up her face as she spotted the amorphous form of the Sexpod sitting at the center of the crystalline structure.
She was to be rewarded.
Her body became excited, because the Master willed it. She would be used.
Swaying around the final blocking strands, she lifted open the wrinkled rubber at the edge of the pod, thrusting herself inside.
Her bulging belly caught against the interior, but it was a minor annoyance. The Master persisted, despite the worry in the back of her mind at the lack of light.
The echoing fear was brushed away by the Master. She was not in control. There was no need to see.
The bulk of her body slid inside the pod, and she adjusted herself, shoving her head through a rounded ring in the top. Her bald skull popped through, oiled skin rubbing against the thick retaining ring that cinched tight around her neck.
Her body was not in the correct orientation, but the Master was patient. She shifted around, finding the right pockets for her arms, breasts, and belly, until they were inserted into the appropriate openings.
Her ass raised, and she waited. The machinery whirred, a screen tilting in front of her face. A spiral appeared, purple light slowly circling.
Her mind was not caught by the spiral. There was nothing inside her that could engage with it.
Instead, she popped up her ass further to expose her privates, her thick lips opening wide.
A dildo levered down into position, the interface lining up with her mouth. She swallowed it, allowing it to sink deep into her throat.
Gurgling around the cock, she grinned, waiting for the Master to command her further.
Her body grunted as the Master inserted his length inside her wet pussy, filling her tunnel to the brim. Her legs spread wide, her lips clamping down on the dildo in her mouth as he began to fuck her, his dick sliding easily into her sloppy tunnel.
It wasn’t long before the dildo vibrated in her mouth, stirring her to action. She suckled on it, her eyes glowing purple as she worked the puzzle.
The spiral spun up to the next wall, the key easily fitting into the lock, opening the door to the next level.
This was not acceptable. The user could not be allowed to find her way to the center, or she would learn nothing.
The Master manipulated her mind, and she began to throw up roadblocks, slowing the user down. As she concentrated further, an image began to appear in her mind’s eye.
She could see the woman on the other end, her eyes wide, glowing purple, a trace of the spiral spinning deep into the depths of her pupils.
Her heart beat faster as the Master sped up inside her, his thick dick throbbing mercilessly.
She knew this trainee. She was called Debra, though that name had limited utility.
Debra was almost ready to receive the final gift. To become a Spikebody. To lose her mind in service to the Masters. To become one of their whores.
The Master would harness her, use her to control others as she had been used to control her.
This was the ultimate form of obedience. Their new Purpose.
Pleasure pulsed through her spikes as the Master controlled her. The Master fucked her. The Master became her.
Her body vibrated as the Master’s cock pulsed inside her, a gush of fluid filling her tunnel. Her body responded at the Master’s command, the pleasure from her spikes increasing to an unbearable level.
Her body climaxed, eyes wide. No thoughts, only pleasure.
Her Purpose had been fulfilled.
The new Spikebody would accept the training of her Masters.
She would learn. She would accept the truth. She would seek them out for implantation.
Be given the final spike.
Breeding. Obedience.
Submission.
Lust.
Pleasure.
Orgasm.
Obey.
End The Final Spike
