Chapter 274: Testing My Limits

Now seemed like this a good time for me to do this power testing with the succubus. I need a safe outlet for my anger, and this is perfect.

As we walked through the maze of hallways, underground tunnels, various elevators, and then a long stairway down, my connection into the elder’s phone and laptop remained active. My anger continued to build as he began to provide me the data on what he was finding out.

I don’t care if everyone even remotely involved with blinding these two children died very horrible slow deaths. That goes for the elite family exterminating the adults from where that family is connected into their larger one. Nothing is so essential that they must kill and blind kids. There are many ways they could keep these kids from ever saying anything to anyone about it. Other elite families, and those allowed to believe they are so rich that they are part of those families deal with these problems regularly.

I shutdown the implant when I found that someone high up the elite food chain dealt with it in a way that sent a message about exactly what will happen to anyone doing things like this again. The boy and girl’s grandfather took on the responsibility for the children as if they were his own.

It didn’t quiet my anger, though.

At least someone paid, and everyone got the message that this wasn’t permitted.

Once handed off to Steve, I got the nickel tour and specs on the new power testing chamber.

“A ten-kiloton nuke detonated inside a sister chamber to this one,” Steve explained as we made the long walk down the tunnel the entrance. “The energy was completely dissipated along with the radiation. I’ve been inside that one to see large chunks of granite broken free of the walls by the blast, but the chamber remained fully intact and functional once they reconnected the cables. It only contained a trace amount of radiation, and that was smaller than a human’s normal daily dose of radiation. It dwarfs my pitiful first attempt. Part of our testing is to completely isolate the chamber and see if you are still able to pull energy into yourself. Should you be able to get to the point where you pulse, we are fairly certain we can measure it.”

“If” is an excellent way to put it. Do I even need to pulse anymore? Is there some maximum amount of energy I can tap?

As usual, I stepped into the changing area right outside the testing chamber to strip. Inside I found a chair, made from stone, out in the middle. Sitting there, paddling a pink canoe, was an apparent anomaly. Right off, I could see that this girl needed a thirty-eight-C bra, but a size four panty would fall off her hips. That didn’t mean she couldn’t spread her legs to do a split with her legs to the side and then pull her feet up to rock from side to side on her tailbone and pubic bone. Her breasts had no sag, even given their size, and never would unless I burned out all the places in her brain that made her special.

“Male test subject eleven, please walk to the end of the platform onto the center area. The walkway will retract, then the chamber will seal. For the testing staff’s safety, we will only communicate when required for your safety or that of female test subject four,” the voice told me.

That is what you think. I already traced the energy back to your testing area even if you thought the various false paths, electrical to optical, and every other way to protect it would keep you safe.

I waited until the chamber sealed before I had myself see the various devices in the testing control center. It wasn’t hard. Each of the people in there had on Bluetooth headsets, to keep them disconnected from having a physical connection.

“There you are inside your little box. You think you were clever. I am better than I ever was before. Pop goes the doctor,” I said as I caused static in their headsets that sounded like a high amperage electrical charge arcing. “You will get to collect your data, but sorry, no peaking or eavesdropping.”

With that, I flipped off the switches that the-man-in-the-machine put there explicitly for me to use if I wanted. There wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it either.

I don’t care how much you whine I’m not turning them back on until I want to.

“Just for that male test subject eleven, we are blocking all sources of energy into the chamber until you reenable the cameras and microphones,” they told me.

Don’t you get it yet? You can’t block the ground without surrounding this entire chamber with rubber, but then you couldn’t provide any energy into here then, could you?

Just for fun, I closed my eyes and pulled in enough energy to sate the succubus’s energy needs for days. I knew their instruments detected it. I started converting it to pure form the succubus needed and started pumping it into the girl while pulling in more energy from the chamber. The girl was almost floating off the floor, enjoying the sheer pleasure from having that much raw energy fed to her. As she could handle more, I gave her more.

“As asked by the little girl in Dune, ‘How can this be?’,” the red-headed succubus asked when she begged me to give her time to enjoy what I had given her.

To the people in the testing room, I said, as I generated the energy needed to make my voice come out of their headsets, “You wanted to see what I can do now that I’ve had some time to learn some things. How I’m able to continue to learn how to do new things people like me cannot, I have no idea. You can see what you get from me, but it is the succubus that you need to monitor. An after-dinner energy mint, it’s wafer-thin, shall cause her to pop, so now I’m going to see if we can tire her out. We will be fine. In case no one told you, I’m able to absorb even the strongest pulse from those like me. You need not worry that I will blow the earth to dust.”

I pulled the naked, hard-bodied, horny, red-headed succubus into my lap. Gently, I ran my fingers through the girl’s hair as she tried to recover from getting more energy than she has ever been able to get from anywhere, much less via her usual transfer method through sex. Since they did have a water cooler here, I sat her up and got her a cup. She surprised me by going to hang her butt over the edge of the platform we were on, start taking a long piss before emptying her bowels better than any enema.

“When you must go, and there isn’t a john handy, you go where you can. Will you do us a favor and vaporize all of that? My last time trapped in here got ripe quickly,” she said before sucking down a lot of water and then coming back to lay in my lap.

Snap, crackle, sizzle. Problem solved.

“So kid, do you have any more stamina than the ten guys before you or are you a one-trick pony,” she asked.

I flooded her body with orgasm energy, tripped her cum switch, and asked, “Does it matter? I can keep your succubus part fed and make you cum non-stop without touching my energy reserves or pulling any energy in through the chamber. If I cum before I even get inside you, then I get mine while you constantly get yours. Win-win to me.”

“Will you stop and fuck me already? My pussy needs some dick and cum,” she said, doing her best to hold herself back from getting off long enough to ask me.

“Ok,” I told her.

Before she even had a chance to notice me moving her, I was pounding her incredibly tight pussy.

After she used her legs and arms to hold me still as she came hard, she asked, “Do you ever cum?”

“Yes. After I fuck for a while, and we’ve only been at it ten minutes. I can’t help it that my long dick hits all the places that get you off,” I told her. “They didn’t bring us here to fuck, exactly. They want you to go full succubus on me and give them results that they would never guess possible. You don’t have to worry about me hurting you. If I wanted to do it, I would have just burned out the parts of your brain and body that make you a succubus and then power-fucked all three of your holes until bored having sex with you. So you know, you’re the first succubus that knows how to control herself. Many I meet either feel those like me are vermin for them to drain until they burn up when they pulse so hard that they effectively charcoal themselves. The rest don’t want to be a succubus and will give anything to have it taken away from them. Most of them are little girls found by people wishing to experiment with their brains to see how they tick.

She had me slowly start fucking her so I could work up to cum where most like me would have pulsed. Even if it did cause me to pulse, she couldn’t take in the energy. Her body was at the point it couldn’t take anymore.

From my best guess, we were in there between twelve and sixteen hours. We didn’t stop having sex until Anna risked coming into the room to pull us apart. That was good for the succubus since her pussy only kept her from being raw because of what she was. It was not so for Anna, maybe.

Two hours later, Anna finally got me to stop filling her with dead swimmers when she pulsed. I took pity on her, refilled all the types of energy she used up in the last two hours, and then carried her out into the shower. The succubus was there doing her best to stay awake over in the corner of the changing room. Someone had gotten her into some sweat pants and a t-shirt.

Since I recharged her, Anna got horny from washing my dick and worked to get me hard so I could fuck her again. The succubus decided that looked like fun, so she tag-teamed with Anna until I started getting very hungry. Both girls were starving anyway, so we decided it was time to get some food.

I found that the succubus has no restrictions for any areas where there were unlocked doors. Jane realized I would be able to eat enough for ten guys my size and ordered a bar-b-que buffet and burrito bar, each made to serve twenty.

One time, when I went to get another plate of food, the scientists from the testing chamber came in. Two of the guys popped wood when they saw the succubus was here. She had their sperm in her stomach, and their limp dicks tucked away by the time I got my plate loaded up. I found the testing team was evenly balanced to have three men and three women. One woman had a pad in her panties to collect her juices. One was a lesbian, though she had tried dick at some point. The last was a virgin and looked just to have finished graduate school at twenty.

I put my arm around the one constantly soaking her panties, gave her a big kiss on the lips and then drained all the orgasm energy out of her before whispering in her ear, “I could give you want for days on end, but that would ruin you for your three boyfriends. I should have asked first before I cooled you off, but then we both know you would have told me you needed me to fuck you as a man possessed. I don’t want you hating me since it makes this testing get a bit nasty once it gets personal.”

After eating what I had on my plate, I saw the lesbian look at me as she headed into what was effectively a bathroom with a couch that worked perfectly as a bed.

I followed her in, stripped, pushed our naked bodies together, kissed her, led her to the bed, and slipped my dick into her. She didn’t get dry, but she wasn’t staying wet enough to do more than a slow fuck, which is what she got. Unexpectedly to her, she came. That made her incredibly slippery, so I went with it. Once she got a token load of dead swimmers, she let out a long sigh, which turned into a moan as I buried my face in her pussy. She finally had to push me away with her feet.

“Damn! I heard the rumors correctly. There is a kid with a big dick that should say he is transgender to compete for world champion pussy eater. The girls said you were so good I would beg you to give me your dick just to keep your mouth and fingers from my pussy,” she said as she reached to pull my dick toward her pussy again and have me slowly sink fully into her. “I’m on this team not only because I was at the top of my class in every disciple required to work here, but also because I’m mildly sensitive to energy. I can feel when someone like you is trying to push energy into me. It was all you, David, and beyond amazing. You don’t have to do it, but Jill has done nothing but have her nose in a book since she started reading at four. She isn’t as smart as Paula before her accident, but not too far from it. She needs a guy who can be her friend while letting her explore her sexual curiosities. I shouldn’t tell you, but it isn’t like you aren’t more aware of how a woman responds sexually than most women. Jill slid her hands into her panties to play with herself until she came, for the first time in her life, if the look of wonder on her face was any indication. She is confused. She wants your dick in her biologically and physiologically, but her heart and mind don’t. You understand that. I’m going to tell Jill that you are her responsibility. She must get you to each test. That includes her being around you when you are naked, which will be most of the time. Please teach her about her body, give her the education she missed out on in high school and college, but let her keep her cherry until she matures sexually in her mind, much like a teenager in high school.”

I was slowly fucking the Lesbian scientist as we talked about her thoughts on what I should do. I talked through my ideas. We came up with a good plan right before we came together.

I went to get more food. Anna and the succubus were gone. Jill changed at some point, and now she was in loose shorts, sandals, and a thin shirt with buttons stopping down below her small breasts. I saw her staring off into space as her hand slid under her shirt to play with her bare tits. The other had slipped down to rub on top of her panties. She had pulled the shorts around to give her access.

She started mouthing my name, so I quietly leaned down, put a hand behind her head, and gently kissed her lips. Jill jumped a bit at first but soon started kissing back energetically. She moved my hand inside her shirt to her breast before both her hands were holding my head so I wouldn’t pull away.

When she finally had to let my head for her to get her breath, I told her, “Jill. I see you just learned about the pleasures your fingers or mine can give your body. I’m going to be here for a while, and we are going to be together most of that time they told me. So, I’m willing to help you explore your awakened sexuality, but slowly. I want you to learn about your body and mine, but I won’t let you rush it. All you need is to turn into a raging nymphomaniac and get pregnant to ruin all you’ve worked so hard for.”

Damn it, David. You got to think through things before telling her something like that. Now she is even hornier than before.

I reached down, slipped my fingers inside her wet panties, and pinched her clit between my fingernails to the point of drawing blood.

“What the heck is wrong with you? That hurt. Here I was enjoying making out with you, and you go to do that,” she exclaimed.

“Why? Because now you’re mad instead of ready to see if there is any factual basis for the saying about screwing someone’s brains out. Sure, we could be rutting like wild hogs, but as soon as you cool down and get to think it over, you will hate yourself,” I told her as I kissed her on the head before going to get more to eat. “You need to get something to eat too. I heard your stomach grumbling when we were kissing.”

She got her a plate but stayed away from me as she went off into her a little world of her own. I did make sure she wasn’t doing something stupid, like balancing on one leg of a chair, but otherwise ignored her. I kept eating, and she kept contemplating. Jill never noticed me slipping food onto her plate from time to time or refilling her drink.

Two hours later, I heard, “Male test subject eleven, please report to your scheduled evaluation.”

I lifted Jill from her chair, took her into the bathroom, and got her all set on the toilet. She peed for a while before taking the wad of toilet paper I offered her to wipe. I had to pull her panties and shorts back in place. I was taking a piss when she snapped back to our reality to stare at my dick.

“Fair is fair, Jill,” I told her. “I got to see your breasts earlier and everything else when I put you on the toilet a few minutes ago. We are going to be around each other a lot, so we might as well get used to seeing each other naked. You did a good job trimming your bush back for me.”

I only guessed at her trimming her bush, but her legs were baby smooth with no signs of stubble when I made out with her on the couch.

I shook the pee off, turned to her, gently lifted her hand, and then rested my dick in her hand as I said, “They paged me to my next evaluation, but they can wait, if you want to take a minute or two for you to check out my dick, from a medical standpoint. That is all you get right now. Maybe later, we can get naked together where you can check it out in a more private, not rushed situation.”