Prompt Post Round 1
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If there was any single advantage of his new body-and there were many, Wheatley thought; certainly more than enough to outweigh the disadvantages of such limited movement-it was the complete, effortless control it held over the massive facility, a dominion which he had hardly begun to explore in his old body, now splayed before him at his fingertips and asking-begging, it seemed-to be utilised and exploited, every corner and circuit rattled and probed and polished, its halls lined with virgin chambers that had never seen head nor tail of the elusive human test subject. Upon every corner, a camera was poised, and he found himself jumping back and forth through their lenses and keeping an all-seeing eye on the facility-his facility!-the empire that was his to capitalise upon.
And, oh, the urge to capitalise upon it was more than an itch; it was an all-consuming thirst.
So he led his devoted subject into these chambers (silly little chit-you should know by now you’ve got nowhere to hide!) and watched with a little twinge of smug satisfaction as a look came over her face, one of what he thought must have been the utter despair of her tiny brain’s inability to comprehend this comparable Labyrinth before her. The little things excited him-the loosening of her grip on the handle of her gun, the dilation of her pupils, the way her heart rate slowed and settled into a lockstep rhythm, her nostrils flared and filled her lungs with air. It was coming. His senses sharpened and he tensed up in anticipation of the imminent climax. Her every movement seemed a timeless work of art. The muscles of her shoulders, visible beneath the thin, white fabric that clung to her torso, shifted with her every step. The barely-there swing of her hips seemed almost majestic. With every step, she brought herself nearer to the solution to the task at hand-and him, as well; he felt an intense pressure building up behind some invisible floodgate, fit to burst.
He must have been trembling. He’d have been salivating, if he’d had the physical facilities to do so. He leaned forward, eager, burning with that base hunger. You’re doing so good, luv, just a bit more, you’re so close, so close-you dirty girl, you just love to test, don’t you? Have you doing it all day, if I’d have my way-and I do, I’ve got everything under control...
Chell pushed the button, and the door at the exit was swept open, and something inside of him let go and Wheatley lost himself in something absolute that seemed to swallow him whole. An electric heat sparked and spread through him and he moaned, squirmed, unable to contain himself. He shuddered and twitched and bathed in the heat of a wordless, engulfing pleasure he had never felt before. He found himself gasping for air, though he had no need for it. He went limp and relaxed, sated.
“Really,” GLaDOS snorted derisively. “That’s just obscene.”
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Awesome. :)
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