The teenagers’ weekend party turned into almost a gang rape; then the electrostimulation kit appeared, and things got really weird. Part 3/4
The world returned slowly, a piece at a time. The first thing Maya registered was not sight or sound, but a feeling: the soft weight of a duvet. The second was a soft, warm body next to her. She blinked and rolled to Nina, embracing her friend, cuddling with her. The touch of the live body felt wonderful.
Nina sighed deeply, stirred in Maya’s embrace, and turned towards her. “Aaah… morning…”
For several minutes they stared at each other, at their disheveled hair with traces of cum still stuck to them, at their flushed faces. Something has changed. Something subtle, but very basic. The world looked sharper. The air smelled more vibrant. The subtle touch of the blanket on their skin felt electric. The presence of each other’s body, their breathing, their heat, felt intimately intense.
“Are you all right?” Nina finally whispered, her fingers tracing a random pattern on Maya’s cheek. The contact sent an immediate, powerful jolt through Maya. It wasn’t sexual, not exactly. It was simply— more. More than a touch had ever been.
“I— I think so,” Maya answered, her own voice sounding strange to her ears, huskier, more resonant. “My head is clear. Clearer than ever.” She shifted, and the gentle friction of the sheet against her thigh made her breath hitch. Every nerve ending seemed to be exposed, raw and humming with latent energy. “You? Do you hurt?”
“I feel…” Nina struggled for the word, her gaze distant. She let her hands fall to her stomach, resting them just below her navel. “I feel— alive. In a way I didn’t know was possible. My skin… it feels like I can feel the air currents. I can hear the boys talking outside. Not just hear, but feel the vibrations of their voices in my chest.”
Maya paused, tracing her senses. “The same.” She nodded, then chuckled. “Who’d thought a good gangbang would make me so alive! I should’ve done it earlier!” And, almost without thinking, she stroked Nina’s skin, following the girl’s curves with the tips of her fingers. The small motion made both girls tremble, and Nina purred. And then she gasped as Maya’s fingers found the moistness between her legs.
“God!” she whispered. “Your touch…”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I love it!”
And Maya rolled on Nina, and they kissed. The simple press of lips was an explosion. For them both. It was a thousand times more intense than any kiss they’d ever experienced before with boys, a cascade of sensation that made their toes curl. The softness of Nina’s lips, the faint taste of beer on her breath, the warmth of her cheek – it all funneled into a single point of overwhelming pleasure. A low moan escaped them, almost in unison.
Maya’s hands began to roam, tracing the curve of Nina’s spine. She could feel every vertebra through the skin, a subtle ridge that her hypersensitive fingertips mapped with an artist’s precision. Her touch was no longer clumsy or tentative; it was guided by a deep, instinctual knowledge of what would cause a jolt, what would cause a tremor, what would cause a full-bodied gasp.
Nina arched into the touch, her hands tangling in Maya’s hair. The sensation of the touch was overwhelming. She frantically ran her hands over Maya’s body, playing the fast overture on her sensitive spots that were literally everywhere now. Maya growled and shuddered; her breathing became ragged.
“What… What’s this… What have we become…” Nina panted, her face buried in the crook of Maya’s neck.
“Does it matter?” Maya’s breath was hot against her skin. She kissed her way down Nina’s neck, each press of her lips a small, delicious shock that left Nina squirming. “It feels good. Let it be.”
She reached Nina’s breast, swirling her tongue around a nipple already peaked into a tight, rosy nub. Nina’s reaction was immediate and violent. A choked cry escaped her lips, her back snapping into a tight arch as a wave of pleasure, far more potent than any they had experienced just hours before, crashed over her.
“Aaah! Oh my god! My… my whole body is on fire from this!”
“Mine too,” Maya admitted, feeling the echo of Nina’s pleasure in her own core, a sympathetic resonance that was both thrilling and frightening. She felt powerful, utterly in control of Nina’s body. And her own body thrummed with energy.
And in no time she was on top of Nina, both girls grinding their pussies onto each other, their slickness mixing, moving with an instinctual grace, a rhythm that seemed to be woven into their very cells. They never learned lesbian sex; it all just came out naturally. Nina, unable to contain the overwhelming energy, reached up and began twisting Maya’s nipples, an act that sent bolts of pure electricity straight to her core, making her legs shake uncontrollably. The pain-pleasure was a drug she now craved. Maya watched her, mesmerized, and mirrored the motion, pinching Nina’s small, sensitive breasts, her hips grinding harder, the dual stimulation from inside and out pushing her towards a precipice she’d never known existed. When the climax came, it was not a wave, but a supernova. A silent, blinding explosion behind their eyelids, a complete short-circuiting of their senses, leaving them gasping and twitching on the sheets, their bodies still locked together.
When the tremors subsided, they lay panting, side by side, the sweat cooling on their skin.
After a while, they managed to get up and go to the bathroom, barely noticing the boys who followed the two nude nymphs with their dazzled stares. The shower was a sensory overload. The hot spray of water wasn’t just water; it was a thousand tiny needles of sensation, each drop landing on their hypersensitive skin like a spark. The simple act of cleaning turned them on again, and they entwined under the running water, soaping each other’s trembling bodies with a slow, deliberate exploration. They were rediscovering themselves and each other, mapping this new terrain of sensitivity. Nina ran a soapy finger over Maya’s inner thigh, and a gasp escaped Maya’s lips. It felt so good; no, it felt like everything. The sensation seemed to bypass thought and go straight to her nervous system’s core. Maya’s response was to lean in and take Nina’s earlobe between her teeth, biting down just hard enough to make Nina whimper, her body shuddering against the tile wall.
After drying themselves with towels, which felt both impossibly soft and agonizingly rough against their skin, they went back to the bedroom. The faint murmur of boys’ voices and the sounds of a video game from the living room created a distant, surreal backdrop.
“We have to fuck,” Nina stated, the sudden urge not a desire but a necessity. “We need to fuck. Badly. Please…”
“Fuck us… Fuck us, everywhere…” Maya echoed, trembling with arousal.
The boys did not have to be asked twice. They quickly undressed while the girls sprawled out on the fresh sheets, and Maya and Nina cried with delight as Tom and Sam penetrated them.
This time, the boys were still recovering from the recent gangbang frenzy, so they chose to simply run a train on the eager girls, one after another, and each act took wonderfully long. The girls welcomed each new cock, their bodies arching into the contact, their hands guiding their partners, their moans of pleasure filling the room. They kissed each other between the bouts of sex, the taste of each other mixing with the strong male tang of the boys. The girls were lost to the world; all they knew was the incredible, all-consuming sensation of the act. Each thrust, each withdrawal, sent cascades of pleasure rippling through them, far more intense than any they had ever known before.
“I never… I never imagined it could be like this!” Tom panted as he drove into Nina. She was responding to him not with the shy, clumsy, hesitant movements of before, but with an expert rolling of her hips that met his thrust for thrust, her internal muscles tightening around him in a way that stole his breath. “It’s… like you’re a different person!”
“I am! I feel different! Everything is different!” Nina cried out, the words half-sob, half-moan. She turned her head and kissed Maya deeply, their tongues tangling in a dance that was as urgent as the fucking they were receiving. They were floating in the unending ocean of pleasure, with orgasmic waves rolling over their bodies one after another, but this time they did not lose their mind. They stayed clear, sharp, savoring every sensation, and only craving more.
The apartment’s windows were wide open, and the voices, shouts, and shrieks of pleasure mixed with the late city hum, a chorus that went on deep into the night. The girls’ initial fear and inhibition were gone, replaced by a primal, desperate hunger. They actively initiated, pulling boys towards them, their movements fluid, their cries uninhibited. Every touch, every thrust, every kiss was magnified. A simple slap on the ass didn’t just sting; it sent reverberations through their entire pelvis, a shockwave that culminated in a jolt to their core.
The boys were stunned by the transformation. They were no longer hesitant participants in a forbidden act but were now servicing two insatiable forces of nature. They struggled to keep up. The girls came constantly, with a terrifying frequency and intensity. A single stroke inside their vagina could send them into a writhing, screaming orgasm. A cock sliding down their throat made their entire bodies convulse. The double and triple penetrations, once a source of searing pain, were now the quickest path to a mind-numbing, full-body release. The girls weren’t mere passive playthings anymore; they guided, and led, and changed positions, and welcomed the pain with an ecstatic laugh, wanting to experience it as a new flavor of ever-growing pleasure. They paused for a quick rest, and continued.
As the morning dawn began to paint the sky in shades of blue and rose, a profound, exhausted silence fell over the apartment. The boys were spent, lying in a tangle of limbs and discarded clothes, their youthful energy finally depleted. Maya and Nina, however, still hummed with a restless energy. They were curled together in the middle of the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, but their minds were wide awake. They kissed softly, their tongues exploring with a languid curiosity, the simple touch still sending small, residual sparks of pleasure through them, and their fingers danced on each other’s throbbing pussies.
“I could go for another round,” Maya purred into Nina’s ear, her fingers tracing idle circles on her stomach. Each loop she drew made Nina’s muscles clench.
“And another, and another,” Nina sighed, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “My skin is buzzing. I don’t think… I don’t think this is going away. What are we going to do?”
The question hung in the quiet room, heavy with implication. What happened when the party ended? When they had to go back to school, to their parents, to a world that hadn’t been rewired in the ways of endless pleasure?
“Oh God,” Donald muttered, his head resting on Maya’s hip, his palm stroking the girl’s breast. “What have we created?”
They all knew they had created two ravenous sluts, insatiable nymphomaniacs. The mythological nymphs, the goddesses of love.
Nina laughed softly and licked her lips. “Whatever it was, I LOVE it! I just need… MORE…”
Maya giggled. “Other girls will be SOOO envious! They’ve lost their brilliant chance!”
“Not for long, haha! We still have Sunday; let’s call them and invite them here. And then…” Nina winked at Donald. “We’ll help you to persuade them, and hold them, until… until they get the same thing!”
Donald flinched at that.
“Yeah, a little electroshock would help any boring girl become fun!” Sam added, and the boys laughed.
“And what about adding more boyfriends? Or— girlfriends… We need to be— fucked…” Nina asked, turning to Maya. “How could we ever live without it… daily… hourly?” The thought wasn’t frightening. It was simply a fact. The sun would rise, the sun would set, and the gnawing, electric ache in their core would demand to be sated.
Maya licked her lips, looking at the stunned boys. “Right, boys. You are wonderful; we want you all the time, but… I’m afraid you are not enough. You just can’t keep up with us now.”
“You’re not kidding.” Pete’s quiet voice came from the end of the bed. He had been watching them with an unreadable expression for the last hour. He had been fascinated by their transformation, the way they responded, but seeing the conversation, the raw need in their eyes, drove home the reality of it. He could see the trembling in Maya’s hands, the way she kept unconsciously shifting her hips, seeking a friction that wasn’t there. “What about parents? School? What about normal life?”
“Normal is over,” Nina stated flatly, a final, chilling pronouncement. “This is all that’s left.” She shifted, her ass pressing against Maya’s thigh, the simple contact sending a visible shiver through them both. The hunger was a palpable thing in the room, a third presence that pressed in on them all.
“Well, let’s have breakfast.” Donald stood up. “Tom, Sam, help me with the orders. Let’s see if you girls can now at least eat without jumping each other.”
It turned out they could, although they still had to play with their pussies under the table while eating the delivered pizza and fried chicken. The boys looked at them in silence, but they had no energy for more sex. After the day and night of intense experiences, they were drained. The sheer physical stamina required to satisfy the girls was beyond them.
***
Their plan with other girls went without a flaw. Four other girls – Liza, Olga, Rita and Jenny – came, giggling, looking at the empty beer bottles with envy, and at their naked friends, sparkling with sexuality, with a mix of awe and shock. But, one by one, they succumbed to Maya’s and Nina’s promises, and reluctantly stripped, and giggled when their friends attached the electrodes to them – there were just enough parts for four – and then… and then the electric symphony hit them.
And in two hours there were six glowing, buzzing beauties, bursting with sexuality, entwined into a moaning and screaming pile of convulsing limbs and bodies. The boys had to watch from the far end of the living room, as the nymphs were fucking each other with tireless passion. The girls would welcome them, but alas, the boys’ strength, even the teenagers’ one, was limited, while the girls could still run for hours. In the end, they collapsed all together in a pile, their hands and legs entangled in an embrace, sleeping in a post-coital exhaustion.
When they woke up in the afternoon, they all looked at each other, and a silent understanding passed between them; a shared consciousness formed in the electric crucible. They now formed a pack, a tribe of their own, bound together by a shared, all-consuming secret and a craving that was now their identity. Their eyes met, and in that exchange, all six shuddered with a sudden thrill of anticipation. They weren’t really a hive mind, but something close to it, buzzing with an insatiable, unified hunger.
“We can’t go home,” Maya said, not asking, stating. “Not like this.”
Rita shuddered visibly. “My parents would… they’d see. They’d know something is wrong. My mom, she notices everything.” She ran a hand over her own arm, and the simple act of touch made her bite her lip, a wave of pleasure rolling over her face. “And she probably won’t accept it when I seduce my dad and brother.” When, not if. There was no doubt in her voice.
“The school,” Jenny mumbled, her eyes distant. “What about school on Monday? How am I supposed to sit in a classroom when— when just the rub of the fabric on my legs feels like that?” She illustrated by slowly rubbing her own thigh, her breath hitching at the contact. “The only way for me to stay calm, more or less, is to stay naked!” The other girls watched, mesmerized, a sympathetic tremor running through each of them. They all knew that feeling intimately.
“And with all those boys, and male teachers, just sitting around!” Nina grinned preparatorily. The shy, protesting girl she was just yesterday was gone. She wasn’t prey anymore; she was a hunter. A strong, powerful she-wolf. “We’re going to get all those big, strong cocks! All ours!”
Liza giggled in a throaty purr. “And these weaklings here won’t be able to handle six of us.” She looked at the boys. “No offense, boys. We welcome you to fuck us any time! But even all eight of you are no match for any one of us.”
The boys, who were trying to inconspicuously eat pizza on the far end of the room, shifted uncomfortably. Their brief respite was over. The implications of what they had unleashed were crashing down. This was no longer a game. They had created something they couldn’t control, something that looked back at them with a new, hungry intelligence.
Olga, who had remained quiet since her awakening, stretched languidly, her body a perfect arc of desire. “Donald,” she purred, her voice like honey and velvet. “Your father’s— equipment. Do you know how to operate everything in that case?” Her eyes gleamed with a scientific curiosity that was more terrifying than any simple lust.
Donald swallowed, the pizza suddenly tasting like ash in his mouth. “I… uh… I know the basics. Safety features. Intensity levels.” He was no longer the cool, experienced operator. He was the nervous apprentice facing a master he had inadvertently made.
“Excellent,” Olga said, a slow smile dancing on her lips. “Would you show us? You’d have to explain something plausible to your parents about the missing kit.” She smirked. “Ha, you could simply tell them the truth! That the girls stole it!”
“And it looks like it’s not homemade – it’s factory-made,” Rita added thoughtfully. “Those kits are supposed to be sold in large quantities, in sex shops, in the internet, and so on, in hundreds of thousands, I suppose… It’s just that no one has figured out this magic sequence before us!”
“What do you have in your mind, girls?” Sam asked nervously.
Maya grinned. “Guess! If this world cannot accept us, why not change it?”
“We’ll convert our mums and sisters!” Nina giggled. “Just to start with! Then everyone else!”
“And we’ll release the instructions to the Internet!” Olga nodded. “We’ll make it very tempting, so thousands will try it…”
“It’s just us, versus the world of ordinary sex and mundane life,” Liza stated the obvious. “They don’t stand a chance!”
The words hung in the air, no longer a joke. They weren’t just talking about their own pleasure anymore; they were talking about remaking the world in the image of their own new, electrified senses.
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