Chapter 17 Noelle
NOELLE
“Come now,” Lupin said briskly, already bustling around the spa and pulling open a tall cabinet filled with strange gleaming tools and glowing vials.
“You didn’t think the Skow brought you all the way here for a vacation, did you?
You’re being prepped for auction at the Flesh Bazaar, and they like their merchandise fresh, hydrated, and most important—fertile. ”
Noelle’s stomach twisted.
This can’t be happening. I have to be dreaming…hallucinating. Maybe I’m delirious from lack of oxygen.
But no matter how hard she pinched her arm—or how many times she whispered “wake up, wake up, wake up”—she remained firmly rooted in the waking nightmare.
Lupin returned, holding what looked like a thick silver collar, only it was too big to fit around her neck.
It pulsed faintly with light—a thick band of gleaming metal about four inches across.
Intricate engravings spiraled along its surface—delicate ridges and grooves like flowing vines, inlaid with hair-thin lines of glowing violet luminescence.
Three small glassy nodes dotted the inside curve, each one shaped like a pearl with a tiny pulse of life inside.
They seemed to swell and contract, almost like they were breathing.
Noelle stared at it in fear.
“What… what does that thing do?” she whispered.
“It stimulates the pituitary-hypothalamic axis to flood your bloodstream with reproductive hormones,” Lupin explained as casually as if he were talking about a manicure.
“Don’t worry—this model is state-of-the-art, straight from Yonnie Six.
It even adjusts for age-related reproductive decline! All the Mistresses there use it.”
He snapped it open with a soft metallic hiss.
“Now, I’m just going to fit this around your upper thigh…”
“No—wait—” Noelle backed up instinctively, not liking the look of the thing at all.
“Oh, do hush,” Lupin snapped. Leaning down, he darted forward and clamped the thick silver collar around her upper thigh.
The moment it clicked shut, the violet veins along the metal brightened—then the heat hit her.
It wasn’t a mild warmth.
It was a molten, liquid flood of raw hunger, burning outward from the point where the silver collar hugged her flesh. It shot through her bloodstream, curled around her stomach, raced up her spine, and hardened her nipples, making them stand instantly erect.
“Oh—Oh!” Noelle gasped, her knees buckling. Blessed Virgin, what was it doing to her? She’d never felt anything like this barrage of overwhelming sensations that filled her body and overflowed, making her nerves feel like electrical wires that were channeling too much current.
“There it is!” Lupin exclaimed proudly. “Primary hormone activation achieved!”
“I—I feel—” Her breath hitched. “Dios, I feel like I’m being microwaved from the inside!”
“Good!” he snapped. “That means it’s working.”
“But, please… it’s too much…too much!” Noelle begged raggedly.
She staggered as the collar around her thigh pulsed again, her clit throbbing with hypersensitivity she didn’t want and hadn’t asked for.
Before she could steady herself, Lupin was already leading her toward the padded metal chair. He pushed her into it with the collar still strapped to her leg and forced her to hold still.
“Now then—we continue,” he said. And, with the press of a button, two articulated metal arms swung down from overhead, each tipped with a clear suction cup about the size of a plum.
“What are those?” Noelle demanded hoarsely.
“Nipple stimulators,” Lupin said breezily. “They enhance milk duct activation and hormonal response. Lean back, now!”
“No—I’m not letting anything else touch—”
But the chair suddenly tilted her backward and two mechanical clamps snapped around her wrists. The suction cups descended and sealed over her nipples with a wet pop.
“Ahh!” she gasped, as a rhythmic tugging began, synchronized with the pulsing of the silver collar around her thigh.
The cups tightened and released in steady contractions, sending a shameful little twists of heat low in her belly each time.
It was pain and pleasure at the same time and Noelle couldn’t help feeling all of it.
Madre de Dios, what is happening to me? My body isn’t mine anymore!
Metal bands clamped around her ankles and the chair’s bottom half parted to form stirrups which rose into the air, forcing her knees wide apart and baring her pussy.
Noelle tried to clamp her thighs shut, but her legs were held in place.
The collar around her thigh pulsed again and her back arched involuntarily, pushing her hips forward.
“You’re very responsive for your age,” Lupin mused, adjusting a glowing panel. “Some buyer at the auction will be lucky to get you. Now to map your womb and be sure its healthy…”
A long silver coil uncurled from the chair’s arm—to Noelle it looked like a flexible, metallic serpent. At its tip glowed a round bulb, pulsing with violet light.
Noelle saw where it was headed and horror filled her.
“No!” she gasped. “No, no, no—please. Don’t put that thing in me!” Her voice cracked as tears burned behind her eyes.
“Stop squirming,” Lupin scolded. “It’s only invasive if you resist.”
The coil brushed her inner thigh. Then it slid lower and pressed against her slick folds. The suction cups covering her nipples tugged harder, as though encouraging her to give in.
“No, please don’t!” she begged.
But her pleading fell on deaf ears and the probe eased inside, the blunt snout probing the entrance of her pussy…the sliding deeper.
A low hum filled the chamber as it vibrated inside her, sending waves through her core. The cool violet light flickered, syncing with her frantic heartbeat. Her hips jerked uncontrollably with each pulse as the device scanned her inner walls, mapping her womb’s contours with intrusive precision.
“Ahhhh!” The sound tore out of Noelle before she could choke it back.
Heat flushed her entire face as the thing probed inside her.
The vibrations made her clit tingle unbearably and she wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole.
It seemed to go on and on forever and she was horribly afraid she might come.
Even though her mind felt traumatized and revolted, the physical reactions the probe caused were too strong for her body to deny.
“There we go,” Lupin said cheerfully, completely oblivious to her horror and pain. “Uterine shape—lovely. Ovarian stimulation—excellent. Oh my! Follicle count much higher than expected! Perfect…just perfect.”
By this time, Noelle was shaking uncontrollably, half from the machine’s manipulations and half from humiliation. One thought played over and over in her head.
I don’t want to come…I don’t want to come…not like this! Never like this!
But it was too late—she was tipping over the edge. As unwanted pleasure rushed through her, she felt her entire body tensing, her inner walls clamping down on the silver invader as she throbbed helplessly over and over and over again.
At last, after what felt like an agonizing eternity, the probe finally slid free and the internal spasms ceased. At the same time, the suction cups released her nipples with soft pops, leaving them swollen, tender, and aching.
“There!” Lupin announced proudly. “Phase one complete. You’re a natural, my dear.”
Noelle wasn’t sure whether to laugh or scream.
“A natural what?” she croaked.
“Never mind—just get up. We’re done for now.”
Oh, thank the Blessed Virgin…
Her legs felt boneless as she slid off the chair, covering her breasts instinctively. Her body no longer felt like her own.
What are they turning me into? Am I even still… me?
“This is only the beginning, of course,” Lupin said as he pulled off the metal collar and put it away. “Tomorrow we’ll do your ovulation-trigger injection and your second fertility treatment. Then you’ll be ready for implantation.”
Noelle froze.
“Implantation?” she whispered.
“Don’t look so shocked. Buyers like their slaves fertile.
It increases their value. So it’s important to get you all ready for breeding in case they want to impregnate you.
” He waved a hand dismissively. “Now come—let’s have a look at you in the viewer so we can see the “after” part of your makeover. ”
Noelle followed him numbly, her thighs trembling, her nipples burning, and her womb still pulsing from the alien throb.
Burn… Bright… please… somebody help me…
But there was no one there but Lupin and the weird octopus monster in the pool of black goo.
Noelle was on her own.