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Sanoon Sarem - Intimate Agonies
(Author Unknown)

  Perhaps it was just a reaction to her recent experiences in the Imperial Bunker or some exotic pheromone discreetly present in such a hallowed bedchamber, but Sanoon was by then a creature out of control.  Her body was sheeted with sweat; droplets flowed freely across her breasts and down her torso, and her hair was damp and limp.  Her face was contorted almost into a spasm of mingled delight and horror.  She could no more have voluntarily stopped what she was doing any more than she could have stepped out of the shuttle and survived floating serenely through the void.  Panting, almost in time with her actions, she finally achieved her goal and shuddered with both her hands thrust deep inside her as she fell back and convulsed as the wave of sheer bliss engulfed her.  Her orgasm would have registered ten on the Richter scale, but it was not enough and barely had its last lingering effects dissipated than Sanoon's busy fingers were once again urging her steaming genitals to fresh heights.

  She was unaware of the source of the shock which suddenly hit her, and which made her cry out in alarm.  Her whole body went into a fresh spasm centered on her groin and she lay twitching on the warm fur.  Her hands had hardly reconnected with her slippery clit when a second wave of pain found her.  It seemed to concentrate its energy between her legs and she soon discovered that she didn't even have to manipulate her parts for the simulation to continue.  Instead she grabbed both her bosoms in an iron grip and went for the ride of her life.  

  Unknowingly she had tripped the circuits of the chamber with her output of sheer unadorned lust.  The static charge from the treated fur of the now sadly extinct Edoonan Beastbear had been enlivening orgies in the traditional hutments of the Edoonans for millennium.  A few extra zaps to engorged genital organs had, with the addition of some modifications to the animal's DNA, been tweaked until a session in a fur-covered bed could be turned into a self-sustaining pleasure-loop of profound proportions.

  Without the aid of any supporting players, Sanoon Sarem's lone efforts had brought about the activation of the chamber's party-piece and she was to enjoy its full repertoire of effects with her every fresh orgasm feeding the creation of the next, ever more formidable, climax.  Soon she had no need of her fingers and instead found herself being thrown about the room in a daze as the orgasm-count rose to alarming proportions.  Her grip on the fur was snatched away time and time again.  She was soon so zonked-out by pleasure that each fresh surge hardly registered on her twitching frame.

     Even if she had been aware of its presence, she was probably by then in no fit condition to reach and operate the hidden switch near the door of the chamber which, through the passing of a sudden and massive positive charge through the fur, would immediately restore the atmosphere in the material to benign normality and end the current orgy in an instant.

  Instead she had to endure and endure and endure, seemingly without end.  It was a tribute to her libido that she survived at all, but our Sanoon was nothing if not heroic in all things sexual.  It may never be known with any accuracy just how many orgasms Sanoon enjoyed in that marathon session, or indeed what percentage of them actually registered with her after the first few hundred or so. Luckily, at some point she was thrown bodily through the doorway as a result of her latest climax and knocked cold.  She revived finally with the mother of all headaches for her trouble some hours later, her thirst for orgasms fully sated for the foreseeable future.  She slept elsewhere for the remainder of her time aboard the shuttle.