Chapter 2 - Zulette's Escape

Zulette could barely think. She could feel her aching vaginal walls clenching and unclenching, perpetually preparing for an orgasm that would never come. She tried to push herself into the vibrator in the hopes of achieving orgasm, but the computer system responded by reducing the stimulation slightly to keep her just at the brink. 

It didn't just feel like she was close to cumming. It felt like she was constantly beginning to cum, but the satisfaction never arrived. Her inner thighs were shaking profusely, and vaginal juices covered the floor, streamed down her legs, and somehow splattered to reach her chest and face. A burning pleasure, never relieved, filled her clitoris and vagina. Her mind was overstimulated and she moaned unintelligible gibberish as the device somehow managed to push her even more agonizingly close to orgasm. 

She . . . couldn't . . . survive . . . more of this. It was too much. Her mind was full of sexual thoughts and fantasies, and again she struggled to push herself against the vibrator enough to reach orgasm, but again it was in vain. She struggled to leave the device, but the invisible force-bonds wouldn't let her move a millimeter. Between the moaning and blubbering she cried out for someone--anyone--to let her out and let her get some rest.

How long had it been? She felt like she was tormented for hours, days perhaps. Maybe a week? Hopefully two weeks. She remembered that the edging device had a digital clock on its face. 

If this had only been a few hours, she would completely despair.

The clock said it was twenty-three minutes.

She would be released in twelve years.

Just as she was about to resign herself to life in Hell, a thought came to her. A possibility of escape. Something she had learned from a History book so long ago.

The word "Tacoma Narrows Bridge" came to her. It was from Ancient Earth, over 27,000 years ago. A great suspension bridge that collapsed due to a design flaw, it was still used as an example in engineering textbooks, so many millenia later.

Elementary forced resonance.

When a structural system is exposed to an external periodic frequency, the same as its internal frequency, it will collapse. She remembered reading the specs on Ortaya starline's shipboard technology, including its force-bonds, and tried to remember its phased structural frequency.

What was it? She strained her mind to think of the answer, but the sexual stimulation overwhelmed her. It was one point . . . no . . . two point three . . . seven . . . 

2.379 Hertz. She bent her head to look at the clock, in order to synchronize her frequency. To put it simply, she would oscillate her body in just the right way to break the force-bonds.

She started with her hands. Looking at the clock to keep the right frequency, she jostled them back and forth. Soon, sure enough, she felt the bonds weakening, and eventually she felt her hands go free.

Then came her arms, then her feet, and she was close to escape.

The last force-bonds secured her thighs to the device.

She bounced her thighs up and down, and let out an involuntary moan as the increased pressure caused waves of pleasure through her core and up her body. Now that she was free of most of the bonds, she had more freedom to move around, and she realized that, now, she could orgasm.

She forgot about the escape attempt and set her mind on cumming. She pushed down into the vibrator, and simultaneously felt clitoral and vaginal orgasm. It was the strongest sensation she had ever felt in her life (until that point). After so much edging and arousal, the orgasm felt incredibly intense. Vaginal fluid splattered on the floor, on her body, and somehow in her hair. Then, pressing her body down into the vibrator, she let out another moan as her clitoris once again was pushed to orgasm. Her vaginal walls clenched and unclenched, as the orgasm spread to the rest of her body, and she felt shoots of pleasure flying from her vulva. She was in pure ecstasy.

She would orgasm 117 times before she finally decided to escape.

She then bobbed herself up and down at the critical frequency, stimulating herself to another orgasm in the process, and broke free of the final force-bonds. She jumped off the edger, then came back for one last orgasm before she left the room.

She looked down the bare corridor, lighted only by the holographic displays lining the left wall. The ship seemed empty. She remembered that the crew was in cryosleep, but it was strange not to see any robotics around. Most of the engineering bots must have been working in the uninhabited areas of the ship, like the alterspace transition coils.

She turned right at the end of the corridor, into a room marked "cryochamber." The door automatically opened, and no I.D. was required -- the security was a bit lax on this ship. Suspended animation bays lined both walls of the chamber. There were 75 bays, but only 50 crew.

She activated one of the open bays, pressing her hand into the alcove panel. The bay opened, and the computer prepared her for cryosleep. She stepped into the narrow coffin, and felt her eyes droop as the computer activated a neural de-stimulator.

She would wake up on Z'Ltar, three years later, a national hero.
