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The Testing Must Continue	By : TestChamber99 Category: +M through R > Portal Views: 8720 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Testing Must Continue
- 1
The door behind her slammed shut as Chell entered the test chamber, which was nothing unusual. She approached the door opposite the small room, expecting it to slide open and allow her into the next mind-bending puzzle that GLaDOS had ever-so-kindly laid out for her. When it did not, Chell gasped, giving an almost involuntary jump backwards and grasping her portal device firmly as she searched the walls for cameras.
A panel high up on the wall slid forward, and a small tube poked out. Cobalt-colored gas, thick and billowing, poured from it. Chell immediately huddled against the small chamber's far corner, sinking to the floor and covering her mouth with both hands.
“Relax,” came GLaDOS's voice, calmly echoing from an unseen speaker. “It's not neurotoxin. That would be far too easy. This gas is merely a...behavioral modification chemical. You'll see what I mean after this next test.”
Behavioral modification? Well, even if it wasn't neurotoxin, Chell knew she didn't want to be breathing it. She took a deep breath and held it as long as possible as the room filled with thick blue vapors. Finally, when her burning lungs couldn't take any more, she breathed slowly, as low to the floor as she could, hoping the interlaced fingers over her mouth were magically filtering out the toxins.
The air tasted faintly of blueberries.
After a few minutes, another panel opened, revealing a fan that blew fresh air into the room and chased the blue mist out. Chell still waited several minutes more before allowing herself to breathe normally. The door to the test chamber proper opened, and Chell lost no time in dashing through.
She didn't feel any different, certainly. She knew she'd breathed in some of the gas – hopefully not much – and she was still alive. Her brain wasn't spinning, and she didn't feel unusually tired. She frowned, uselessly hoping that the AI was merely bluffing, and focused on the test.
It was a simple set-up with Thermal Discouragement Beams and Unstationary Scaffolds. Chell mapped out the solution within seconds. Body moving as fast as her mind, she shot interdimensional openings right and left, placing them perfectly on the ground and walls. Within moments, she was riding with a cube up the Unstationary Scaffold on its beam toward the exit.
She twitched involuntarily, remembering a similar, panicked trek towards a seemingly inescapable inferno...
Chell gulped as the exit and its corresponding 1500 Megawatt Aperture Science Heavy Duty Super-Colliding Super Button came into view. The Scaffold stopped as it reached the exit's high platform, and Chell grabbed the cube before stepping off. She dropped the cube onto the button, opening the door -
“Hnn?!”
- and gasped loudly as a strange, electric sensation rattled through her body. It wasn't painful by any means, but it made her vision blur terribly and left her heart thrashing. She steadied herself against the wall by the exit, feeling her cheeks burn as blood rushed into them.
“I believe it's time for a little revenge,” GLaDOS's cool voice spoke again. “Yes, I know I said I was above revenge. But I've been thinking, and I've come to the conclusion that it would be productive for both of us to see exactly what you do to me when you test. Perhaps it will embed into that thick, gratuitous head of yours why science needs to be done.”
Chell reeled, dizzy, unable to fully place the strange burning within her. She staggered out of the test area, stumbling uneasily into the elevator, eager to press her heated body against the cool glass. As the lift moved upward, she sunk to the floor, trying to analyze what exactly had happened.
Was that really what GLaDOS felt when a test was completed? The dizziness and heat was clearing, thankfully, and through them Chell was experiencing a more concrete and familiar reaction. There was a distinct throbbing between her legs, a pulsing that traveled from her hips and up her spine. Her hands mindlessly traveled to the knotted sleeves at the front of her jumpsuit, slipping past the thin elastic band of her underwear, lower, into -
She stopped, jerking her hand back, shocked by her own actions. Her body still ached for touch, crying out, bristling her nerves and sending goosebumps along her arms and thighs, but she didn't dare try anything further. She was in the middle of torturous testing, after all, and needed to focus on GLaDOS's puzzles more than the screaming demands of her own body.
The lift halted. For a few moments, Chell simply stood there, fighting back the strange urges that had attacked her system and hating that stupid giant robot with all of her heart. At last, the heat and throbbing completely ceased, and she stepped into the next test chamber.
More lasers, redirectable with lens-covered cubes and portals. Again, with just a glance, the puzzle was mentally solved. As she started toward the first cube, GLaDOS's voice sounded.
“That gas will last for three more test sessions, including this one. I suggest you enjoy it while it lasts. Just remember – this is what you torture me with on every test.”
If it was so intolerable, why not just stop testing? Chell clenched her jaw, grimacing as she turned a laser toward her portal, directing it into a receptor port. She shot another portal to the far side of the room, connecting one laser to its own port. This flipped a panel on another high platform by the exit, transforming it into one that could hold portals.
Peeking up on the platform via portal, Chell saw the large red button, just waiting for her to press it. She picked up one of the lens-covered cubes and dove through the portal. She was just about to drop the cube when she remembered the nice little 'curse' GLaDOS had given her.
She grit her teeth, eyes rolling up toward the nearest camera to glower at it. GLaDOS must've thought she was proving some kind of point, but Chell wasn't about to let that mad AI know she was doing any damage. Now that she knew what to expect, she could brace herself against that strange tidal wave of shock and warmth, that generous tingling that shot down into her hips and made her just want to rip off her jumpsuit and -
Chell caught herself, violently shaking away those thoughts. She needed to focus now, to push down those rising feelings and pretend that nothing was affecting her at all. Taking in a breath, holding it between clenched teeth, Chell dropped the cube.
She stood up straight, staring hatefully at the camera as the feelings crackled through her body like sparks on a Tesla coil. Turning flippantly, she sauntered out of the open door, walking briskly down the stairs and into the elevator.
“Well done,” GLaDOS said, her voice tinged with the awareness of Chell's facade. “As a reward, I'll give you a nice, long elevator ride.”
Oh, she fucking hated that robot.
Once in the elevator, sunk down in the darkness of the tubes, past GLaDOS's cameras and criticism, Chell's hand flew down into her jumpsuit, attacking her aching clit with maddening ferocity. She fell against the elevator wall, moaning quietly, her thighs twitching, her body flying into a hot fever.
Strangely, it did very little good.
She felt nothing. Giving a frustrated grunt, she pulled away, pounding with both fists on the elevator's glass. The ache coursed through her, demanding, screaming, and for all her efforts she may as well have been fingering a brick wall.
GLaDOS made good on her promise, however, and the elevator ride was a slow and incredibly painful one. It took several minutes to reach the next test chamber, and though the effects of the last test had worn off, Chell's mind buzzed like an angry hornet's nest. Try as she might, all of her efforts to alleviate the desire were useless. To make matters worse, her consciousness was being bombarded by images of tests and their elements – panels, cubes, turrets, lasers, exits, buttons, and so on.. Each image heightened the demand on her body, and she was left with a fervid desperation to solve the next test.
“Two more tests,” GLaDOS said playfully.
Chell growled at the nearest camera as she approached the chamber. Gunmetal-black moving panels attracted her attention as they slid into place. The large chamber was completely empty, save for a large gap in the middle of the room. No portal-holding walls existed on any panels, and for a moment Chell wondered if this was a test at all.
Now the AI was just messing with her.
As she stepped forward, the huge gap in the floor was instantly filled with several rows of pedestal buttons. Chell quickly counted five rows of ten - fifty in all. She scanned the ceiling for cameras or speakers, seeking at least a hint from her least-favorite computer, but was only greeted with silence.
Hesitantly, she pressed a button on the first row. It clicked but did little else. Quickly, she hit the button beside it, frowning when she received the same response. With another growl, she hit a third button.
A small sample of pleasure twinged through her. Unexpected, it made her stumble forward onto another button, leaning into it for support as the electric current made her thighs and calves stiffen unbearably. She pressed her lips tightly together, stifling a killer of a moan that GLaDOS almost certainly would've commented on.
The intercom blipped. Chell braced herself for taunts.
“Five buttons will be the key, but they must be pressed without pressing a wrong one. That means you've got to seek them out, remember where they are, and push them. Without having your clumsy, tubby self knock into them like a drunken sorority girl. I'd ask you if you remembered those days, but you probably never even went to college.”
Chell pounded the nearest button mercilessly, growling savagely. That damn AI! Pushing Chell's buttons was bad enough, but making her push her own buttons? This was just cruel.
It would be best to start at the beginning of the rows and just work her way down, Chell decided. She pressed the first button with no response. The second also gave nothing, though Chell cringed as she pressed it. The next three buttons were ones she'd pressed before; she made sure to mentally mark the one that had triggered the response. She worked down the row, finding no other trigger, and hesitantly started down the second row.
Five, six, seven, eight -
“Aahh!!”
There it was. Chell staggered uneasily, trying to cling to a pedestal to keep her balance. She missed, fingertips barely sliding off of one, and stumbled down on one knee. Her vision became spotted with little circles of blurriness, and her head began to spin.
She could almost hear GLaDOS laughing. That stupid, merciless, idiotic, velvet-voiced, curvacious, supple -
Chell caught her thoughts again, shaking them away as she pulled herself to her feet. No. Not now. Focus. She could beat that cruel computer at her own game. She just had to focus. Ignore the ache of pleasure that her body was craving. Ignore the urge to plunge her fingers deep within the building wetness between her legs and just -
No.
No.
God, no.
Focus.
Her breath was hot, ragged, and quick. Her hand slipped as she reached for the next button, and she nearly collapsed to the ground, hurriedly steadying herself in an effort to complete this task and have it done. The next two buttons were duds. Next row. One, tw-
“Urrrrgh...”
She fell, landing on her hands and knees. The throbbing between her legs was insufferable, and she knew there was no way to put out the fire raging within her. Writhing and groaning and pounding at the ground, she inwardly threw every curse she could at the AI.
After a few moments, she climbed to her feet, using the pedestal as a grip. She looked around the button field, struggling to recall the ones she'd already pressed, trying to distract her mind. After her breath had evened and her heart had stopped its thundering, she tried the rest of the buttons in the row, finding no other active selection. There seemed to be only one correct button per row, though there was no pattern to their order. She rounded the fourth row and slapped her hand on the first button.
The electricity sizzled through her hips, but somehow she managed to stay on her feet. Panting, pushing past the unyielding force, she moved to the last row, pounding both fists on two buttons at once. Neither did anything, so she moved to two more.
“That's not a very scientific way to go about doing that,” GLaDOS huffed.
Shut up shut up shut up! Chell snarled loudly as she slammed down two more buttons. She just wanted to be done with this, to finish these stupid tests so she could get into that elevator and stroke her throbbing-hard clit until she thrashed and screamed and moaned and -
“Nnnngg...”
Oh God, there it was. She rested against it for a moment, smiling madly with relief. Her mind rattled, an angry prisoner in a cage, demanding to be released. She dashed to the second button at the end of the fourth row, smashing it with an open palm and nearly howling as the surge jolted through her.
Testing elements ran through her mind. Yes, she must test. More tests. More pleasure. Complete this one, then more. More more more more more.
She pictured GLaDOS as she pressed the third button
Oh, yes, GLaDOS. The way she moved, the way she looked, the sultry deepness of her voice, the gentle-yet-firm grip of her claw as she'd dragged Chell to the defunct incinerator. She hated all of that malevolent AI, every nut, every bolt, every little metal piece of her. Hated her, and Chell's body hated her, too, as it burned and throbbed and lusted.
She would show that computer.
She would get through this.
The fourth button made her aware of how deliciously wet she was. Her underwear was all but soaked, and her jumpsuit clung to her inner thighs. She imagined her fingers, deep in the midst of that sucking wetness, thrusting into her, harder and harder...
She moaned loudly as the fifth button depressed with a click. The door opened, and Chell wasted no time in speeding toward it as fast as humanly possible.
More tests.
More pleasure.
It was endless, fruitless, but God, it was enjoyable.
She found no elevator waiting for her; simply a long hallway with a round door at the end. She ran like she'd never run before, her mind singly visualizing that last test. Unstationary Scaffolds, turrets, Faith Plates, light bridges.
And portals
Fucking portals.
She shot one down to the end of the hall and another to her side, jumping quickly through it to reach the door in seconds flat. The hissing maw of the interdimensional vortex did nothing to help her condition. It actually made it worse, sending flares of electricity through her chest, down her stomach, into her wanting core.
As she entered the final cursed chamber, she realized she was shaking. Shivering, really, as though the room was some sub-Arctic freezer and she a sunburned beach victim. It took real effort to see past her blurry vision and analyze the room.
GLaDOS, to her credit, was not being nearly as cruel as usual.
The room contained only a giant 1500 Megawatt Aperture Science Heavy Duty Super-Colliding Super Button, linked to the exit door by a chain of cyan squares. No cubes. No light bridges. No portal-holding panels. Only this button.
Chell wasted no time in immediately stepping onto it, transforming the blue squares to a bright orange-yellow. A violent shockwave of pleasure tore through her body, forcing her to her knees. She toppled over, cheek pressed against the warm, buzzing button, and, unable to bear it any longer, slid both hands into her jumpsuit.
Somewhere along the way, her clothes were pulled down. She didn't remember doing it herself, but her mind was in such a wanton muddle she didn't care either way. Two fingers plunged into her eager slit while her other hand worked relentlessly on her aching pearl.
And she felt nothing.
For a moment.
Then the floodgates released. She felt every warm inch of her inner core, thighs twitching as she stroked her clit. Lost to the sudden burst of pleasure, she didn't even care, didn't even think about any of GLaDOS's watchful eyes on the ceiling, didn't think about her exposed and presented backside. The only thing barely at the edge of her consciousness was the thick, wet sounds her fingers made as they slid thankfully in and out of her and the pure fog of rapture clouding her vision. She moaned loudly, sobbed, cried out, bit her lip until it bled, her hands moving faster and faster, her hips thrusting harder and harder.
Beyond her control, her body tensed, every muscle locking rigidly as colored lights sparkled before her eyes. The echoes of her climaxing howl reverberated from the metal walls and back into her ears, making her only slightly aware of where she was and what she was doing. But she didn't care. She felt dizzy and warm and wonderful. As her muscles relinquished their hold, she slumped to her side, smiling, panting hotly for a few moments before darkness consumed her sight.
She woke up three hours later, a time known only to the watchful AI. Wiping drool from the side of her mouth, she groggily tried to piece together what had happened. Her jumpsuit and underwear pulled down to mid-thigh, her sweat-covered body and aching muscles, and the stickiness between her legs gave her more than enough clues.
Abashedly, she stiffly stood, lifting her jumpsuit to its proper location. She didn't even want to look at the cameras. She knew GLaDOS had seen the whole thing – probably recorded it. 'For Science.' Taking up the portal device, which had somehow landed on the opposite side of the room, she slid through the exit door, crawling to the elevator with her tail between her legs.
The glass door refused to open. Chell gave a long sigh, pressing her forehead against it as the intercom blipped.
“I hope you understand now. Why Science has to be done. Why you must keep testing. I hope, after this, you appreciate all I do for you.”
Chell glanced up. What? No taunts? No jokes about her embarrassing little stunt or lazing about afterward or how impossibly fat her rear end was?
The elevator appeared within seconds, and Chell stepped inside. Her mouth twisted as she thought of what GLaDOS was trying to say. The buttons, turrets, wall panels, all the little testing elements that had once flown through her head were gone. The quickening desire to finish the next test was gone. But for GLaDOS....for GLaDOS, maybe it wasn't. The AI still suffered that nagging sensation, that tremendously terrible itch that couldn't, by any other means, be scratched.
Chell felt more than a smidgeon of sympathy for that murderous mechanism.
She landed not at another test but at a break room. GLaDOS did give her breaks occasionally, to eat and rest before her body gave out. This one included a shower room, complete with a clean, neatly-folded orange jumpsuit and new underclothes. As Chell inspected them, the intercom blipped again.
“Kindly clean yourself up. No doubt you stink, and I'd rather have only one of my test chambers messy with saliva and personal lubricant.”
Chell's face burned as she quickly started for the shower.
God, she hated that AI.
...but...
...but perhaps, if Chell once again escaped, and their paths crossed again, Chell would find a way to alleviate GLaDOS's suffering. A difficult task, to be sure, but it was the least she could do. If only GLaDOS were human!
Oh, but if she were...
Chell's hands slid down her bare stomach as she leaned against the cold tile. It wouldn't be cold for long.
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