For The Patrons - N.C.U. - Part 12

Key: MC, FD, Sleepy 

Description: With all but one of the girls having experienced the power of the Orgasm Gun, Rayne turns the full force of the hypnotic weapon on her roommate, Klaire. And then makes her way down the rest of the lineup. 

In a tone that sounded eerily similar to something from Return of the Jedi, intentionally, Rayne grinned and said, “Now…my dear roommate. You. Will. Cum!” 

Klaire glared at her roommate, annoyance and anger plain on her face. She never spoke, because before she was given that chance...the orgasm gun fired. Directly at her. 

Klaire…legitimately didn’t seem to see this coming, and gasped in shock as her entire face lit up with the red glow of the LED light. Her body instantly began to shudder and a sharp tremor would roll through it before it relaxed for several seconds and repeated the pattern. Little by little, her expression faded from one of anger and frustration to one of calm, reserved pleasure as her eyes rolled up into her head. It was like she was too prim and proper to simply let herself orgasm in anything but a very reserved way. Despite that, however, the look on her face was one that Rayne had never seen before. 

The redhead kept her finger on the trigger as the audience watched the pleasure building in Klaire. She attempted to maintain her composure, but a soft sigh escaped her lips as her torso began to shake and her legs trembled. The breast that was exposed bounced nicely for the audience to enjoy as her back arched and the pleasure grew even stronger. Her eyes opened and she gave Rayne a pleading look...of course Rayne didn’t know if she was pleading for her to stop, or to keep going. She chose the latter. 

As Rayne continued to hold the trigger down, Klaire’s eyes slowly closed and accepted her fate. She leaned her head back and slid her hand up her stomach and between her breasts, squeezing her legs together as tightly as she could before a loud moan escaped. Despite her arousal she still managed to maintain her elegant reserve just long enough for her to finally slip into sleep. Her arms fell limp at her sides as she sighed and sank back against the chair, her head falling backward and pushing her chest out just enough for her breast to be even more prominently on display. 

Rayne smiled as she let the light wash over Klaire’s body for a few more moments before releasing the trigger and raising the gun next to her head in a resting position. She winked at the audience as she slowly looked over the rest of the girls, all of whom seemed shocked at seeing Klaire not only succumb to the pleasure, but pass out from it as well. Rayne let the tension hang in the air for a few moments as their gazes slowly moved between her and Klaire. “So...who’s next?” She finally spoke into the microphone with a devious grin on her face. 

To her great surprise, Cheyenne and Jackie, who were both sitting to Klaire’s left, nervously raised their hands. A mix of laughter and cat calls came from the audience as Rayne tried to hide her smile. With little success, I might add. She moved closer to the two girls and twirled the gun innocently in her hand, but made no move to use it...yet. “Did you ladies like what you saw?” 

Both girls rmanaged an embarrassed nod as Jackie’s face turned a shade of red not found in nature. 

“Liked what you felt earlier and wanting to feel some more now? Is that it?” Rayne asked slowly, looking at the barrel of the gun and adjusting the very tip, shifting it clockwise as both girls nodded again in response. “Well, who am I to refuse such a request?” She asked sarcastically, winking at the crowd and firing the gun at both girls without even a glance. 

Thanks to Rayne’s adjustment, the gun now fired a flattened beam of light that stretched across Jackie, Cheyenne, and, unintentionally, Carly. The response from all three girls was...quite enthusiastic. 

Jackie sank into her chair almost instantly and let the pleasure wash over her. She had some idea of what to expect, having just watched Klaire experience it, and let her hands roam her body. Once the pleasure began to build she began moaning openly...and loudly. Her hands caressed every inch of her body as her moans grew louder and more over the top...almost as if they were straight out of a pornographic movie. Not that I would know what that sounds like. 

Cheyenne, on the other hand, had no trouble falling back into her previous fantasy as her hand slid between her legs, as if it had a mind of its own. This time she even began to unzip her jeans and moved the hand under her clothing, moaning as her fingers found the spot they were looking for. The lights overhead showed a small sheen of sweat forming over her body as her eyes rolled into her head. She tilted her head up and stuck out her tongue, swirling it around like she was licking an ice cream cone...or something similar...that simply wasn’t there.

The only one to be taken completely by surprise was Carly. She wasn’t even looking at Rayne when the light hit her, and for a split second all she could do was gasp as she looked down at her body. When she saw the light washing over her, it was like a lifetime's worth of repressed arousal flooded into her all at once. She threw her head back and screamed “ooooooooo gaaawwwddddd” while her body shuddered uncontrollably.  Unlike Jackie's porn film, this clearly sounded more like Hentai. Or so I’m told. 

Carly’s orgasm hit her the hardest of the three.Her entire body shook as she panted and moaned, until her arms went limp at her sides while her body fell against Eve’s shoulder. Leaving her completely unconscious as Jackie and Cheyenne continued moaning beside her, oblivious to anything but their own pleasure. 

Eve giggled as she looked up just in time to see Cheyenne moan loudly and fall from her chair to her knees. Her arms and shoulders went limp at her sides as her tongue seemed to slowly, automatically, withdraw into her mouth. As the pleasure began to subside, her face went slack and she slowly fell to her side, landing on the ground as a damp spot formed around the opening of her unzipped jeans. 

Meanwhile, Jackie’s moans had echoed loudly throughout the auditorium the entire time until finally they turned into a high pitched squeal...followed by silence. All at once her body became as limp as a rag doll and slumped back into the chair. Somehow, her legs managed to stay curled one under the other for a few moments until the top one fell and hung limply off of the chair. One foot dangling just inches above the floor as her head dropped to her chest, leaving her completely unconscious and unaware. 

“Well…” Rayne began, gathering her thoughts on everything she’d just seen. “That was a bit…explosive. Wouldn’t you say?” She said, winking at the crowd as they cheered for the unconscious participants. “Who should we pick next?” she asked, tapping the barrel of the gun to her lower lip. 

Before she could really ham it up for the crowd, she heard Lindsey yell “Jennifer! She could use a good fuck!” Much to the horror of her sister. Rayne slowly turned to face Lindsey as she, once again, adjusted the barrel of the gun. Only to see Lindsey stand and try to drag her sister to her feet, as if she was going to present her to Rayne as some kind of sacrifice. 

“Lindsey!” Jennifer shouted in frustration. “Let me go! You’re going to get both of us…” she was cut off by the sound of the gun as its light shone brightly over both of them. 

The adjustment to the LED turned it into a bit of a flood light, one that seemed to perfectly envelope both sisters. Although the two had very different personalities, the waves of pleasure caused similar responses from both. They instantly began to moan in unison and were caught off balance by the pleasure that hit them. They each sank to their knees, squirming helplessly in front of a deviously smiling Rayne.

Jennifer’s face was a mix of “how could you?” and “oh god, please more” as she struggled with her own internal hangups about orgasming in front of others. Not that she had a choice, of course. Her reserved nature only made the experience that much more arousing as she closed her eyes and let her hands slide along her chest. A small smile appeared on her face as the mind numbing waves of pleasure she was feeling coursed through her body. 

Lindsey’s response, on the other hand, went hand in hand with her slightly more promiscuous personality. She dropped to her knees and leaned back, spreading her legs wide and thrusting her groin upward as one hand moved behind her to steady her body. The other hand slid along the inside of her thigh, as if she was guiding a lover into her. Her head was tilted so far back that Rayne could no longer see her expression, and even those on the far right side of the audience could see the lust on her face. But her body could only use so much energy before it finally succumbed to the hypnotic sleep that followed her orgasm. Once it subsided, she fell flat on her back without warning and her head lolled to one side as a peaceful expression crossed her face. A moment later her sister collapsed onto her lap, her brown hair spilling across Lindsey’s stomach and leg. 

“Sisters really are the most fun when you get them together.” Rayne said, smiling as she let the toy gun rest on her shoulder as the audience cheered. With a wink, she adjusted the barrel of the gun once more and looked at the two young women on the left side of the stage. Christine, who was still topless, and Jessy, in nothing but her sports bra. She gave a devious grin to the girls as she looked out at the audience and asked “Shirts or skins?” 

The audience laughed as several men in the audience yelled a response, it was a mix of both answers of course but Rayne had already made her choice. “Sounds like shirts to me!” she said as she aimed at Jessy and pulled the trigger.

Instead of a solid beam of light, the gun activated a strobe effect that engulfed the entire young woman’s body. Jessy was taken completely by surprise as every strobe seemed to cause another orgasm more powerful than the one before it. She couldn’t even manage to moan, no less speak, as her body shook almost in unison with the strobes. Her face wore a blank expression and her eyes were glued to the strobe light, watching it more and more intently as her breasts jiggled inside her bra. 

The more her body shook, however, the more limp it became as her arms fell to her sides, hanging next to her as her feet slid along the floor. Slowly, her stomach and chest relaxed and went limp as her body slumped in her chair, eyes still completely focused on the strobes as she panted. Finally, her eyes fluttered closed as her head dropped to her chest while the light from the strobes continued to wash over her body.

Rayne casually examined the gun and shifted it to its final setting then looked at Christine and Eve, the final two left onstage. “Well boys...” she began seductively, “It’s the age old question again. Shirts…or skins?” 

To be Continued!