Victoria’s blurred vision cleared enough to see a darker shadow now occupying one of the booths. It had a shape, heavy, jowlly masculine, with two pinpricks of cold light where eyes should be.

Mistress stood by the booth a smile playing on her lips. “It seems you’ve made an impression on the Colonel. He wishes for a private audience.” 

She gestured to the booth. “Go. Kneel before him. And remember your training.”

Legs weak, her body humming with denied release and sensual spectral fingerprints, Victoria stepped off the stage. The silk of her negligee was damp with sweat and other things. 

She approached the shadowy booth, the pinprick eyes watching her every swaying step. She stopped at the edge of the table, the urge to flee warring with the deeper urge to obey, to please.

She sank to her knees on the cold floor.

The pinprick eyes bored into her from the shadowy booth. The Colonel’s voice, when it came, was a dry rustle, like tumbleweed in a long forgotten tomb but with a strange hypnotic gravitas . 

“Pathetic display on the stage . You are a tool, girl. A conduit. I would inspect the instrument before it is played.”

Victoria’s throat tightened. She kept her gaze lowered, fixed on the toes of her pin stiletto heels. 

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Strip. Completely. Let me see the raw material.”

Victoria glanced toward where she knew Mistress Psche stood. A slight, almost imperceptible nod was her only cue.

Her hands, went to the single, silken tie at the front of her pink babydoll. She pulled. The knot gave way, and the flimsy garment slid from her shoulders onto the cold stone floor. 

She was painfully of the wet patch on her silk panties that moulded to the camel tie of her swollen hairless pussy lips. 

“Everything,” the Colonel rasped.

Victoria pushed her panties  down her thighs, over her knees, past her calves. She stepped out of them with one heel, then the other, leaving her completely naked  save for the lace stockings, garter belt and pink high heels.

“Adequate form… “ 

He said 

“ Flawed, but serviceable.” 

The Colonel’s shadow seemed to shift. He didn’t have to.

The static hum in the room, surged into a  roar and they came not one by one, but in a wave.

The sensual first touch was around her throat, collaring her. She gasped, as another masculine entity  cupped both her breasts, in what felt like rough calloused hands. 

 It was the sensation from the stage, but multiplied, intensified.

Before she could process it, another  presence, heavy, masculine and impatient , pushed against her wet pussy lips, parting them. It was the cheeky entity from before, but bolder, demanding entry. A tongue lapping hungrily at her hot wet clit. 

She felt something press against her mother. She opened it and she felt hot hard cock pressing down on her tongue that  began to slide and pulse a slow, shallow fucking of her mouth that forced her mouth open  and made her jaw ache in a gratifying way 

A third presence, found her from behind, it  the cleft of her ass with a practiced precision.

But it was the fifth  presence that shattered her remaining composure. It didn’t tease. It plunged.

The same penetrating, non-corporeal electric tingly and manly form from the stage speared into her pussy in one smooth, deep thrust. A thrust so firm it almost lifted her off her feet and caused her back to arched violently. It was a sensation that was even more intense than before as it thrusted and pulsed with an urgent sensual rhythm which made  Victorias eyes roll back and her pussy pulse.  

She was packed, stretched, filled in every possible opening. He mouth , her pussy, her ass was filled 

Her breasts were cupped and her nipples caressed to a pulse all their own.

Pleasurable waves detonated along every nerve. Her body, trained to respond, to seek validation through use, caught fire. A guttural, continuous moan was forced from Her hips began to buck and writhe, trying to meet every thrust, to accommodate every impossible inch of sensation filling her 

The coil that had tightened on the stage now wound again, but ten times faster, a white-hot wire of need in her belly. The different rhythms created a cascading overload—just as the ghost in her cunt hit a deep, perfect spot, the one in her ass would shift, sending a new, illicit thrill through her. The sensations  on her nipples seemed directly wired to her clit, which throbbed, neglected and aching, a swollen, desperate knot of flesh.

She was a puppet strung up by threads of pleasure. Her mind dissolved into pure, animal sensation. This is it. This is what I’m for. To be full. To be used. To feel this… this everything.

The Colonel’s pinprick eyes watched, unblinking. “Increase amplitude,” he whispered to the air.

The presences obeyed.

The thrusts became harder, faster, more brutal.  The fullness in her ass became a stretching, relentless invasion  The one in her cunt pounded a spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

Her body was no longer her own. It was a vessel resonating with desire, a conduit screaming with overloaded sensation. The pleasure was a cresting wave, a tsunami with no shore. She felt her orgasm approaching not as a peak, but as an annihilation over her swollen, aching clit.

It was the final circuit closing.

The vibration began, a high-frequency buzz that matched the pounding rhythm in her cunt. The synchronization happened. All the disparate rhythms aligned into one devastating, unified hammerblow of sensation.

Victoria’s world exploded into white, silent static.

Her back arched 

Her pussy clenched and cantered violently Her ass spasmed. Her nipples felt electrified. Her hot, wet clit was pulsing . 

The pleasure was total, absolute, a supernova that consumed every atom of her being. It went on and on, wave after wave of convulsing, mindless ecstasy, wringing her out completely.

As the tremors began to subside, leaving her a gasping, twitching wreck on the floor. 

The Colonel’s shadow leaned forward . His  pinprick eyes gleamed.m He turned his gaze toward Mistress

 “She requires further tuning. A more… focused application.”