Metamorphosis

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I can't believe how high I am going. The world is exploding around me. Everything is going dark.

Judith Conroy Autolog Entry 3619 114 09 21

I don't know how long I was unconscious- or asleep- or both. I feel like it should be the next day, but there are no windows in the lab area, so I can't see outside. Wait! I am outside! The sun is shining down on my skin. Am I hallucinating now?

I can see the trees in the back yard. There are flashing lights all around, but I really can't tell what they are. I can also hear the noise of many large motors. Some of them are lugging down as if doing very hard work, but even so, they sound like they are far away, or perhaps beyond very thick walls.

Now, I am suddenly back inside. But where? This isn't my lab anymore. There is nothing that looks familiar. I'm in a bed once again, but it is smaller than the bed that was in my bedroom at my parent's home, and much smaller than the bed in my current bedroom.

The ceiling seems too close. Wait! That isn't a ceiling. It's the bottom of an upper bunk. I know where I am. I'm at Green Valley Summer Camp!

My parents talked me into being a camp counselor the summer before I started college. A friend of my dad's ran the camp and they were desperate for someone over the age of 18 with a good driving record to drive their vans back and forth to and from the creeks and lakes and so forth.

I argued that I didn't want to be a glorified babysitter for three months, but dad promised I would have a cabin of my own and wouldn't have responsibility for the little campers. He was almost truthful. Karen, the other driver, and I had a cabin to ourselves up on the hill behind the garages. And there were always regular counselors with the kids when they rode on the busses.

What dad didn't tell me is that there was absolutely no TV reception at the camp; wifi was available only in the main lounge; and the closest cellphone signal was four miles outside the main gate.

After two months of absolute boredom, Karen and I were sitting alone in our cabin one rainy night and I asked, "What did people do with no internet and no cell phones?"

Karen laughed and ran her hand down the back of my T-shirt while she whispered in my ear, "They had sex. Lots and lots and lots of sex."

"Are you propositioning me!?" I sputtered out.

She smiled back at me and said, "No, I'm offering... if you're interested. If not, I'm going for a wet hike in the woods with that scrumptious secretary who lives in the rooms beneath the offices."

I declined her offer, but after she left, I found myself in my bunk fantasizing about what could have been if I had not been such a chicken.

A voice brought me back from my remembrances. "Having second thoughts?" Karen asked me.

Was this another hallucination? Or maybe none of it was hallucination and AIM was actually constructing the people that I imagined.

Karen certainly felt real. I pulled her close to me and said, "No, I'm just not hiding the thoughts I had back then."

Karen laughed. It was the deep throaty laugh that I remembered from that summer. As she laughed, I felt her hand slip beneath my sweatshirt. Her lips found mine as her hand found the clasp on the back of my bra. Her lips were much softer than a man's. Or more accurately, her kiss was much softer. She knew exactly how much pressure to use to create the maximum pleasure.

She also knew how to unhook a bra one-handed because somewhere between the third and fourth kiss, I felt my bra come loose. I reached beneath Karen's camp T-shirt and found that she was not wearing a bra. She never did, despite having been warned about that several times by the camp manager. My hands moved to her breasts and I rubbed the palms of my hands very lightly against the tips of her nipples.

She responded with a moan and slid her tongue very slightly into my mouth. I opened my lips just a little to let her know that it was OK and she pushed further into me. Her breath blew into me as I lightly pinched her nipples and she again moaned.

I don't remember her removing my blouse, but when I pulled her T-shirt over her head, her naked breasts suddenly were pressed against my own. I felt her hand on my ass. My shorts were evidently now gone also.

I had fantasized about her many times since that summer, but have never truly been with a woman. I wasn't sure what to do. Karen sensed that and said softly, "We have several options. We could take each other high with our hands... or with our mouths... or just by rubbing against each other.'

As she finished that last sentence, she slid over slightly so that her leg was between my legs pressing hard against my cunt. That meant that my leg was also between her legs and she was slowly humping herself against my thigh while sliding her thigh against my sex.

I gasped loudly as she pressed into me and then moaned as her leg moved slowly up and down. I tried to return the movement so that Karen would feel what I was feeling but I wasn't able to move against her in the same way she was moving against me. Still, we were both climbing higher and higher.

I could hear her grunting as she thrust against me. I didn't realize it at first, but I was grunting even louder than Karen. Except for the grunting, Karen said nothing as we approached climax. I, however, was screaming something. I think it was "God!" but it might have been Karen's name. Then I totally let go as I screamed and shook and went over the top and once again, everything went dark.

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Again, I have no real idea of how much time has passed, but it feels like it is at least the next day. When I first opened my eyes, I was outside, but almost immediately walls again began to form around me.

Everything is wooden. It is dim, almost dark, and there are strange, terrible smells in the air.

I try to stand up, but cannot. The floor is moving. Everything is moving. I can hear the creaking and groaning of wood as the floor rises and falls.

I know where I am! I am on a ship!

Oh, please no! I look around at my surroundings. I am definitely between decks on an old wooden sailing vessel of some sort. This can mean only one thing. My pirate fantasy!

I was in college when Pirates of the Carribean came out and I had a deep crush on Johnny Depp. I had this fantasy where... NO! Don't think about it. AIM reads my mind. If I think about it, it will do what I think. I have to just let things happen. Maybe it will be different from my weird college coed thoughts. Maybe it won't happen at all.

I can hear people coming down the stairs- I guess they call them ladders on a ship like this. There seem to be six or eight men. Since this is my Fantasy, I look hopefully for Captain Jack Sparrow, but my hopes are dashed when Captain Hector Barbossa instead steps in front of me and says, "Be careful what ye wish for, Missy. Ye just might get it."

Two of the men grab my arms and pull me to a large area in the center of the deck. Wooden grates are being pulled open above me. It must be night because no light comes into the hold from above.

In the dim and flickering light of the ship's lanterns, I can see a heavy, old-fashioned hemp rope descending through the opening. The large rope is fastened to the middle of a short spar which spins slightly as it hangs from the rope. On each end of the spar hang smaller ropes with leather restraint cuffs attached to them. I don't remember this from my college fantasy.

My wrists are now bound in the leather cuffs. A second, smaller spar is attached between my ankles so that my legs are spread wide. I should never have looked at those porn sites with women suspended and stretched by spreader bars. Or at least, I shouldn't have gotten wet while looking at them.

One of the scruffier-looking sailors steps forward and rips open the top of my dress.

Dress!? I hadn't realized I was wearing clothing until he began to tear it off me. Soon I was once again naked and hanging slightly off the ground. Having had clothing even for such a brief time made me notice that much more that it was gone and I was naked in front of these terrible men.

My body begins to slowly rotate and I watch the faces of the six pirates. Their eyes burn with lust... or maybe they just reflect the increasing lust that is probably showing in my own eyes as my body responds to thoughts that used to be hidden deep within me.

Captain Barbossa reached up and stopped me from spinning. He leaned in close to me and said in his overly polite-way of speaking, "Well, Missy, we need a wee bit of information from ye." Picking up a long whip he gave me a very broad smile and added, "... and I think ye will tell us."

Wait a minute! This isn't at all like my fantasy! I am supposed to be in the Captain's cabin in bed with Jack Sparrow, not strung up naked for all the crew to see. I am supposed to be making wild, passionate love, not getting flogged!!

A sudden, intense pain slashed across my back as the whip struck the first time. "That was just to get your attention and encourage ye to answer me properly," he said, again with his overly-effusive smile.

"What do you want to know?" I answered back through gritted teeth. The pain was gone from my back almost as soon as it had appeared and I could feel the AIM healing the deep welt the whip had made. Because of the AIM, the whip could not truly damage me, but it could really HURT. Why didn't the AIM stop the pain?

"'Tis simple, lass," he said with a laugh. "We just need to know exactly how you got the Artificial Intelligence Metal out of stock without anyone knowing. We know you carried it out in your briefcase, but what we don't understand is how you got your hands on it in the first place."

My mind was swirling. Was this my own subconscious fear of getting caught creating a living nightmare? Was this a corrupted form of one of my own fantasies? In any case, I somehow knew that I couldn't reveal how I had obtained the AIM. I was afraid that my life depended on me not saying how I did it.

The whip fell again and again and again. But the AIM had read the desperate plea in my mind. On the second strike, the AIM began blocking the pain as well as healing the cuts on my back. With each strike, the pain became less, and I started laughing. Anyone watching would have thought that I had lost my mind. After all, here I was hanging in a big naked X in the hold of a pirate ship with a large, brutal man swinging at me with all his strength. I was being brutally flogged, but I was laughing hysterically.

"You can whip me all you want," I finally answered. "The AIM will protect and heal me."

"I told you that wouldn't work, Hector," said a very pleasant voice from behind me. "But you always fire the cannons before you're in range."

The person speaking slowly walked around in front of me. Captain Jack had made his appearance at last. He reached up with one hand and softly caressed my breast. "What my mutinous first mate doesn't realize," he said with a smile, "is that the magic metal will protect you from pain because that is what it is designed to do. Pain means something is broken, and AIM fixes things that are broken."

He rolled my nipple slowly between his fingers and it stiffened slightly to his touch. "But pleasure means things are working properly. AIM will not protect you from pleasure... no matter how intense that pleasure becomes."

Captain Jack Sparrow's smile seemed much more genuine, but at the same time, much more frightening than Barbossa's obviously false one. He leaned forward and gently pulled my nipple between his lips. At first he was kissing it, but soon he was softly suckling as moans began to escape from my mouth. His fingers were now moving slowly and softly up and down my entire body. For a moment he stood alongside me with one hand running down my front and the other running down my back.

As his hands reached my middle, he brought them together between my legs so that his fingertips touched beneath me. He then lifted slightly with both hands so that the hand in front was pressing against my cunt and the hand in back was pressing against my rosebud. After a moment of pressure, the fingers continued their gentle journey down my right leg.

When he reached my foot, he reversed his path and returned to my crotch where he once again pressed against my cunt and ass before going down my left leg. As he reached my left foot, his hands continued downward and off my body.

I was breathing very deeply as he lightly kissed my lips and softly said, "Are you ready to tell us what we need to know?"

I tried to answer, "No!" But it came out as "Nooooooooooooooooooooooo," as his hand returned to my cunt and his fingers began to lightly swirl around my clit.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked.

My only answer was another moan as his hands continued to move on my body. For just an instant I thought to myself that a couple more sets of hands would feel even better.

I immediately regretted that thought as four more hands joined Jack's on my body. I looked around to see who the new people were and looked into the eyes of two more Jack Sparrows.

"You get used to that after a while," the first Captain Sparrow said with a musical laugh, "especially if you've ever been to the locker."

Six hands were roaming all over my body. Two of the Jack Sparrows were in front of me now, their mouths slowly engulfing my nipples. My moans were becoming louder and I was starting to buck and swing as I hung from the spar.

I wondered where the third Jack had gone, and I thought to myself, "I know where I want him to be."

"Don't add to the fantasy!" I screamed aloud to myself, but it was too late. The third Jack was now kneeling in front of me with his face pressed against my glistening cunt.

My body was thrashing and waving in my restraints. My arms were held outstretched by the restraints from which I hung and my legs were similarly outstretched by the restraints attached to the lower spar. Held in a taut X, all I was able to do was twist and buck like a loose sail in the wind.

I know I have orgasmed at least twice, but I am still being driven higher and higher.

"You can end all this, Missy," said Barbossa. "All ye have to do is tell us how ye stole the AIM."

I tried to look him in the eye, but my body was too far into the orgasms to allow any control. "Why would I want to stop this?" I asked in a very shaky voice before screaming out in another orgasm. And then another. And then another. Each orgasm was more intense than the one before.

"AIM makes things perfect," Barbossa answered with his evil sounding laugh. "Do ye think ye can survive a perfect orgasm?"

I tried to answer, but a fourth Captain Jack joined the trio. This one was naked. His manhood was jutting upward in front of him as he stepped between my legs. He made a motion with one of his hands, and the rope was lowered slightly so that I settled down onto that magnificent prick. He began thrusting inside of me. Almost immediately, my cunt once again spasmed and my body thrashed and bucked against his thrusts. I screamed out in the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced and everything went dark.

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When I awoke, I was once again outside. This time, I tried to concentrate on what was going on around me. The sun was high in the sky. I was definitely at my house... or where my house used to be. I could dimly see the houses across the street. I could almost make out the trees in my neighbors' back yards. For some reason the large maple tree next to my house seemed to have disappeared.

Concentrating as hard as I could on what I thought I was seeing, I could make out deep trenches that seemed to be dug in the ground around where my house used to sit. There seemed to be many very large pieces of construction equipment nearby. Hundreds of flashing lights reflected off the enclosure in which I was lying.

A loud voice vibrated the plastic. "Judith, can you hear me?" it said. "If you can, nod your head."

I nodded my head and stood up. I was totally naked. There was nothing there except me and the plastic which surrounded me.

"Do you know where you are?" the voice asked.

I shook my head no.

"We have contained the contamination," the voice explained. "You are in a containment vessel."

I looked at the plastic around me. Except for the fact that it was many, many times larger, it was exactly the same as the observation cage in which I had tested the rodent. Fear flooded my mind as I remembered what happened to that rat. Was I to be incinerated as it had been to contain a biohazard?

No sooner had I thought that than a solid metal cube surrounded me.

"No, no, no," I screamed out, but it was too late. I was now trapped within whatever my mind- and the AIM- had formed.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I wailed. "I should never have done this."

No sooner had I said that than the room around me began changing. Again everything was wooden, but this time it was more modern. A strangely-shaped wooden bench filled the center of the room. My body did that strange rippling thing with my muscles and I flowed across the floor and up onto the bench.

As soon as I was in place, leather restraints formed to hold me in place. I wish I didn't know what this bench is, but I have seen it many times on some of the websites I visit. It is a spanking bench.

A rough voice calls my name, "Judith," it said, "do you know why you are being punished?"

I want to say "No!" but the truth is I know why I am being punished. I stole Artificial Intelligence Metal from the government facility where I work. I had hoped to prove that it could be used to heal people and get rich producing and selling it for medical purposes. Instead, all I had done was to create this constantly changing hell in which I was trapped.

"Yes," I sobbed out.

"How many strokes should you receive as punishment?" the voice asked.

"One hundred eighty," I replied. "That is ten for each gram of AIM that I stole."

I don't know why I said that. Perhaps I thought that if I was sufficiently punished I might escape this purgatory.

The man walked around in front of me. I was surprised that he looked artificial. Then I recognized him. This was the man in the dungeon on that CGI dungeon site that I sometimes visited.

"Now we know how much you took," he said. "All you need to do for all of this to stop is to tell us how you gathered together 18 grams of AIM without anybody knowing... or even suspecting. The last person who tried to steal AIM got caught when he attempted to misdirect a kit... and that is only 4.5 grams."

Then he started whipping me. I concentrated as hard as I could for the AIM to both heal me and take away the pain. Maybe I overdid it, because on about the fourth strike of the whip, it started feeling good... really good.

I don't know how many times he brought that terrible whip down on my back and ass. I do know that each time he struck I gasped, not in pain, but in pleasure.

I am now screaming, "More! More! More!" It seems to anger him and he swings higher and puts more muscle behind each strike. I am starting to feel pain along with the pleasure. It is a strange mixture of sensations that is driving me higher than even my previous fantasies.

I can feel it boiling from deep within me. I know it will be tremendous, but I want it. I can hear Barbossa's warning that I would not survive a perfect orgasm. I don't care. I want it. I want it.

I ... "Aieeeeeee"

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I must have passed out for a short while. He is still whipping me and my body is still responding with pleasure. "This can go on forever," said the artificial man. "Just tell us how you stole the AIM."