Love From Afar by AllWackedOut
This is a fictional story with all characters above the age of 18 and does not represent any real people or events. All characters in this story are consenting in these fantasy events.
Contains: Sci-Fi, Portals, Experimental Device, Lack of Control
Prototype #026
Dr. Amilia Laurance
Entry #103
We have found this is the most productive model to the original idea yet. We have completely passed biological trials in prototype #019 and prototype #025 has perfected the suction seal that keeps the portal from sliding around the wearer. The last 4 models had issues with becoming uncomfortable and / or cutting off blood circulation.
Although the underwear is not stylish we plan on updating this as soon as we perfected the device itself, so it only comes in black, with the option of briefs or Brazilian cuts. Mainly focusing on comfort and airflow, along with being washable while worn for long term wear.
A primary issue we are working on is the process of turning off the portal. If you turn off the portal mid session the portal will, well permanently separate, whatever is going through it. Since no one wants to lose their genitalia, it is impossible to turn off the device without removing all organic material from the portal first. Due to innovations we have designed the portal on the wearer’s undergarment extremely thin and flexible. This allows the user to be mobile while their bits coming out of the exterior device remain still.
However, due to how this material works along with other factors, you can not remove the undergarments to disengage the portal. So to remove their genitalia from the portal it needs to be done from the receiver, the detached device, this comes with an obvious issue we will address in future prototypes but I have added a temporary solution that is a manual open and close essentially.
Finally though I’m beyond excited to say this prototype is very close to being cleared for a small production line of beta testing with our eager group of participants but first we will complete a single person trial run.
A screech comes from speakers, I can’t seem to locate where from in this room, “Dr. Amilia Laurance, beginning trial run 0-5-9 with subject 0-0-7, Julia. You may proceed with the trial.”
Looking towards the black one way glass in front of me, in this bright white, humid room, I wonder what the heck I really got myself into. I take a moment before standing up from my chair, reinforcing my nerves with a deep breath as I do. I shuffle my shoulder pulling the hospital gown off. This is the first time, to my knowledge, I’ll be recorded completely bare and I try to push that to the back of my mind, along with a great many things.
I look to my right and see a silver tray upon a steel table with a pair of black panties sitting on it. Next to them are two black hockey puck looking devices. I opted away from the shorts due to simply my preference of fashion. I continue forward picking up the panties, taking a look towards the inside, finding two circles are drawn in around the crotch area and rear. Feeling them, they appear slightly hard and outdented yet still flexible like a gasket seal, the same material is around all the edges of the garment. However other than that they feel exactly like an ordinary pair of panties.
I try not to think about what might go wrong, especially after signing a contract months ago that stated among other things, ‘loss of or removal of, part or the entirety of your genitalia or any other part of your body will be fairly compensated.’ I place each foot in either hole of the garments pausing for a second. Here it goes. I close my eyes, taking another breath then begin to drag them up my legs until they grip around my waist and between my legs.
The loud speaker hisses back to life, “please ensure the garment is tight to your skin, including dragging your fingers between your legs and buttocks.”
My eyes widen, looking down, and quickly to the pucks. I’m freaking out and it’s not even turned on yet. Deep breath then I comply with the doctor’s order, dragging my fingers around making sure the panties are tight to my skin, up my ass as well. Looking at the glass I throw out a hand, thumbs up. Suddenly I wince in surprise, feeling a tight squeeze like all my skin is being vacuumed then quickly relaxes.
The speaker hisses, “please attempt to remove the garment.”
I comply, trying everything I can to do so. Even though it just feels like I’m wearing an ordinary pair of underwear, no attempt I make results in success. I can’t even get a part of my finger under the garment. Alright, this is kind of weird.
“Please go over to the devices on the table. Without lifting or moving the devices, place two fingers on either side of the edge, then press down until a click is heard.” The speaker cuts out.
Well this is the moment of truth, a really nice pay day or a super pay day and a trip to the hospital. Deep breath, let’s go. Reaching toward the puck, pausing when my fingers reach the edges. I’m sure the doctor can’t wait to see but I just need a moment. I close my eyes again. CLICK
My eyes took a few blinks to clear up, I had clenched them like clam shells. There it was. I know what I’m looking at on the table is my own pussy, it’s the point of this experiment after all. My mound bulged out the top of the puck. However my brain can hardly believe it. It just sort of looks like a realistic fleshlight. So it finds jumping to the conclusion that this is just a realistic resemblance of my crotch is way more logical. I would have fallen into this belief as I think about it, but I decided instead to reach down and touch it. I feel two fingers press on my skin, between my legs though. I already know but I looked anyway, no one snuck in and poked around my crotch. After a moment I slid my fingers over and felt around my vulva. This is unreal.
The doctor comes back on the speaker, “please proceed to the next device, we have plenty of time to conduct further experiments after confirmation of device function has been completed.”
“Okay, okay,” I let out under my breath. I was asked to not talk during this part but I guess that’s just a reflex. Moving my hand over to the other device, this time keeping my eyes open. As I press down on the edges, my asshole seems to appear out of the deep black void that was the center of the device. What amazes me the most now is both pucks are about 4 inches in diameter, yet where my thighs and cheeks should be, is relatively flat. I quickly do a squat out of sheer curiosity and the skin on the portal slightly flexes but hardly moves. “What the fu-.”
The only door in the room, left of the glass, opens suddenly and two nurses enter, the first one comes straight for me with a ear to ear smile, “please come with me,” she places a hand on my back, it’s freezing, and I take a quick step forward, catching a stride to the door to avoid her hand. She follows closely behind, oddly adding, “I love your nipple piercings.”
“Ah, yeah thanks.” watching as the other nurse pushes in a cart past us. She leads me out the door and immediately to the right, opening the door to the side room behind the glass. The room is moodily lit but the appearance is more of a gothic study than a laboratory control room that I was expecting. There is a woman standing by the glass, she is quick to reach out a hand as she spins towards me and I take her hand in return.
“Doctor Laurance, how are you feeling?” She has a lovely soft tone to her voice that I couldn’t quite hear over the speaker.
The nurse closes the door behind me. “Well, now that you mention it I feel kind of, odd like it feels warm, on those parts.” I trail off on my thoughts, the doctor has an absolutely beautiful face, her high jaw makes her soft voice fit her gentle nerdy appearance, her curly blonde hair is thrown into a high, loose and fluffed up ponytail.
“That is intentional,” she hands me my pants, T and even a jacket. “It’s 55 degrees here, it’s 75 degrees in the room you were just in. But…” she touches her tablet, “should get up to 70 in her shortly.” She gestures over to the chair while she grabs another tablet off the table, “please take a seat.”
The chair is an old style fabric recliner, I noticed it earlier as it’s oddly placed in the center of the office, clearly it’s been pulled out for me. As I take a seat she asks me not to leave the chair but do what I need to, to stay comfortable, then proceeds to hand me the tablet she grabbed. I glance down, it’s a live feed of the room in front of us. I look up realizing I can’t really see through the glass at this angle, at least whatever the nurse is doing, so I opted to look back down at the tablet.
At the bottom it has numbers one through four with one highlighted. I flip to two, the other corner of the room flashes the screen. Then three, a camera attached to the nurse shows, she is pulling out 2 metal rods, with stands they sit on the table upward. Then I flip to four, a closeup on my parts. I freeze for a second before reach down between my legs. I push down on where my pussy would be but only feel mild resistance but no sensation. Just the squish of what may be skin, but I don’t even know.
“It’s synthetic skin.” Dr. Laurance says, leaning her rear on the table in front of the glass facing me but her attention is glued to the tablet in her hands. “It’s supposed to feel like you just have skin there, no genitals or rectum. Yet we can’t figure out the nerves so it will feel like numb pressure.”
“Ah,” the response doesn’t really help me much but the thought is cut short. I jerk back into the chair from a feeling between my legs. Although I moved my hips back the feeling of two thumbs peeling my labia apart didn’t change at all like they were glued to me. “Now that is fucking weird.” I mutter out quietly.
My actions are only replied to by a giggle from the doctor looking up to her then back to the tablet. The nurse now has the puck in her hands, spreading my lips wide with her thumbs and the invisible sensation making me feel awkward. I let out a soft moan, feeling two of her fingers slide into me, looking back and forth between my crotch, tablet and the doctor that’s now smiling brightly. “It’s hard to comprehend feeling someone dig two fingers inside me, while nothing is between my legs.” Squeezing my legs shut but continuing to feel the nurse slide in and out of me with ease anyway.
The doctor walks to the door locking it before returning to her original position. “How are you enjoying the experience so far, Julia?”
“W-well I mean, it’s sort of..” I stutter to come up with a response as the nurse adds a 3rd finger and begins to curl them inside me. I can’t help but swap between opening and squeezing my legs close, either way the sensation stays constant.
The doctor lets out another soft laugh as she has placed the tablet down and now watches me wiggle in the chair. I can’t help but meet her eyes with my own. The warm shallow lighting on her is impeccable, there is a perfect reflection in her greenish eyes that make them bloom with color under her glasses. “You may not be able to say it, maybe you don’t know what to say, but I think I know what’s on your mind now. I know what you’re imagining, while those fingers slide inside you, in, and, out, of that, beautiful, delicious, pussy.” emphasizing her last line, slowly letting the words roll off her lips.
As she finishes her seductive line, the fingers curl up against my roof, then yanked out roughly popping my pussy. I blush deeply as I let out a forced gasp of air from the violent action, she’s not wrong, I have been thinking about her since I walked in the room, even in the back of my mind as fingers wiggle inside me. I didn’t want to speak, I couldn’t. She nudges her head, looking at the tablet in my hand, suggesting for me to look as well. The nurse has now placed both the rods on the table, my pussy was still in her hand, aligning it to the rod. My body locks up and I clench the chair.
I feel my lips spread, the rod making its way inside me, coated with lube it glides right in. Yet it didn’t need it, the doctor and I both knew that. I flop my hips left, right and back. It’s not that I didn’t want it. I did, I wanted to imagine the doctor sliding into me. Yet I moved because no matter how I jerked the pace stayed constant, slowly getting deeper and nothing I could do could stop it. The feeling was helpless and this only made me hot. I looked back up at the doctor huffing now as I’m filled and thrusted. My eyes found her stripping the jacket she wore, revealing a perfect slim athletic woman. She lifts from the desk, the jacket finishing its fall to the ground, as she strolls over to me, her hips swaying side to side.
She takes a seat on the arm of the chair and leans in, my hot panting fills her mouth as it meets mine. Her lips were nothing less than perfect. Her fresh, warm and delicious breath fills my mouth back, my tongue runs across her lips that taste like cherries. Her own falls on mine and our tongues dance in each others mouths. My eyes roll back into my head. The rod has come to fully enter me, while the nurse changes up the pace every so often. Thrusting softly then roughly, going down to the base, letting the rod smash my cervix, then she would pull it out completely just to push it all the way back down.
Dr. Laurance pulls away from our kiss “Doctor-” I moan out.
“Call me Amilia,” she interrupts me with a smile before pulling my jacket to either side, then lifting my T-shirt slowly. Her lips push against my neck giving me a light kiss. I feel the slimy warm lube rub smear against my asshole as the tip of the 2nd rod is pressed against it. Amilia continues down my body, kissing the top of my breast while one of her hands is placed on the other. Unable to cover it but squeezes and gropes it mercilessly, twirling my barbell between her fingers as she does. Unable to control my breathing as both my holes are filled, stretched and ruined. Amilia’s warm mouth moves down to cover the nipple on my breast not being ravaged, sucking it in her mouth, pulling my barbell between her teeth as she pulls and nipples on me.
I reach around her body gripping her ass, my other hand clenching the side of the chair as my legs shake and quiver, my belly fills with warmth and I lock up, orgasming on the rods. I want to pull Amilia close to me and squeeze her as hard as I can, I try but I feel weak. The feeling was unbearable, nothing less than amazing yet the nurse just kept going, Amilia ravaging my chest. I could have died right there from pleasure.
Eventually though Amilia pulls away from my breast, slowly, leaving a trail of saliva before it breaks off, falling over my breast and stomach. Leaning in she gives me a peck of a kiss before moving away to get herself redressed. At the same time the nurse pulled the rods out of me giving me a second to breath and sink into the chair. “That was phenomenal!” I almost yelled with the excitement of accomplishment.
I tense up clamping my hands to either side of the chair, “oh fuck!” Felling the rods being pushed back into me, all the way to the base.
This was difficult to handle but I managed, Amilia was dressed and back on her tablet. The nurse from before entered the room and motioned me to follow her again, back to the room we started in. It was difficult to walk with two long metal rods rammed up inside me after an intense orgasm but I managed.
As I made my way in the nurse that had been using my holes made her way out, “thank you” was all I could manage to say blushing deeply, she only replied with a smile while she passed by me. I stopped at the table, staring at the bottom of the pucks, held down on the rods with weights. After removing these I noticed that they had designs and indents, possible for something to be attached to or plugged in. The table has a rim on it so a lot of my juices stayed on and mixed with the glob of lube made a pool of slimy liquid. This gave me a slight tingly feeling.
The pucks were only about two inches tall yet I can feel much more rod than that inside me. I grabbed my asshole first, pulling up on the puck, feeling the rod slide out of my rear and like magic the rod seemed to be appearing out of nowhere. Turning it towards me, holding it with my thumbs to maintain the gape, it pulsated wildly in my face as I felt it flexing. I eventually placed it down. Then I reached for my pussy, pulling it off the rod, again the rod magically appearing until it was fully out of me. I cradled it in both my hands, dipping my index fingers inside me and pulling to the edges. I let out a huff as I looked into my gaping pussy. The ceiling of my vagina popped up and down as it twitched and flexed, but for the most part I stared down the hole at my cervix, “This is, fucking, crazy.” I couldn’t help myself as I held myself so open. I slowly moved it to my lips, licking inside me, then up and down before peeling my hood back and sucking on my own clit.
My brain couldn’t comprehend the action, I knew, that I was eating myself out. Yet it struggled to keep up, this made it even hotter to me, sucking harder, pulling out one of my fingers then sliding three of my fingers into me from one hand. It didn’t take long before this drove me crazy going harder and nibbling roughly on my own clit. I came on my own face. I dropped into the chair by the table like a potato, I was beat. I was going crazy from sexual pleasure and fulfillment.
I had placed the disk on the table and took a breather. However it wasn’t long before Amilia came over the speaker. “Let’s turn of the portal now.” The speaker cuts out.
I let out a sigh and slowly got up, feeling the soreness of being railed so hard catching up with me. The speaker pops back on after I got up. Standing in front of the table her instructions come through the speaker, “place one hand on the bottom of the device, then press and hold on the five buttons around the device, they should be just about where all your fingers sit. Then take your other hand and push 3 levers counter clockwise and simply pull up on the top lip.”
I hesitate now again. I had fun but this also needed to end, regardless of what I wanted. I’m more relaxed this time dealing with this thing. I place my hand as she said , pressing my fingers down on each button and sliding the tabs and pulling up. Nothing happens, it doesn’t even budge. I push on the buttons harder and try again. I pull harder. My breath starts ramping up as I switch to my asshole, but I’m only met with the same issues.
“Is there a problem?” Amilia cracks over the speaker, with a hint of fear in her voice.
“I-I can’t,” I continue to pull on the device using all the muscles I can muster, clearly struggling at this point.
She slams the door open rushing into the room, “don’t force it, it’s made to open smoothly!” She’s panting from the rapid dash into the room, grabbing my pussy off the table trying to open the lid herself. Yet failing.
I stood there frozen staring at her hoping I was just doing something wrong, yet she placed it back on the table before looking over to me, pussy still on the top of the puck. “The good news is I owe you a lot of money…”
“That sounds like it’s going to be followed up by some bad news.” I say not angry at her or concerned, just blank shock. I really don’t know how to feel right now but I desperately wait for a reassuring reply.
“It’s not all that bad, this won’t harm you in any way,” she trails on looking back at my detached holes on the table, “I’ll find a way to get these off you, hopefully. In the meantime don’t lose your pussy.” She finishes with a mild gasp of a laugh trying to brighten the mood. It doesn’t work.
Later that day, I feel fuzzy like I’m in a blur of life, I can’t get this out of my mind. What am I supposed to do now, my pussy and asshole are detached from me and I don’t know if I will ever go back to normal. Before I left, Amilia made sure I got a bag full of all the attachments for the pucks as well as any other bells and whistles. For instance a holder that sits over the toilet, kind of convenient to go wherever I am. Not to mention the giant check I received. I roll over in my bed facing out the window to the night sky, watching the stars over the treetops. At least I’ll never have to work again. Flopping onto my back. I wonder though. What sort of trouble I can get into with these, holding each puck in either hand in front of my face staring down my asshole and pussy.