Portal - Still Alive

Yes, I'm still breathing! Just... my writing is, well, y'know... slow as usual. Still, I cranked this out in about two, two and a half hours in one sitting. Maybe I should invest in a few more one-shots?... I dunno.

Anywho, consider this something of a spoiler tag, and my own personal apology if I fail miserably at my portrayal of GLaDOS. I'm not a mainstream comedy writer, nor a soprano with a really, really evil laugh.

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Chell blinked, confused, then worried when she felt the cool metal of the table's restraints against her wrists and ankles. She tested them out of desperation, but to no use; solid, surgical steel. The woman tried to keep calm, to control her breathing, something...
"Oh, hello. I see you are awake now."
Her eyes flared even wider in panic as the voice of GLaDOS floated in with its distinctive, shifting timbre.
"Please, do not be alarmed," the AI told her. "As usual, these are simple, routine tests required to ensure your... productivity, for future experiments. But, you already know this, so, let's just cut to the ca-" The speaker faltered for a moment, then re-activated. "Chase."
Chell hated this part; the machine began the sequence, injecting airborne aphrodisiac into the chamber, and waited precisely 48.029 seconds, according to the clock that would always appear in front of the frosted window.
"Interesting. Heightened state of arousal has taken eleven point four four seconds longer than previous recording," the AI intoned.
Its subject no longer cared; Chell wanted something, anything in her, RIGHT NOW.
"Releasing Aperture Science Super-Heavy-Duty restraints in three... two... one."

There was an audible click as the metal bands were pulled back into the table, and Chell had already jammed three fingers into her pulsating folds from the word "go," the other hand rubbing her clitoris in a fevered effort to reach her peak as soon as she could. She stroked and curled, straining her fingers as she bent them to strike the sensitive portion within her clenching tunnel, gasping for air like a runner in a marathon.
Something inside Chell broke, and with a long, drawn-out moan, she came, hard enough to trap her still-wriggling fingers in her still-shuddering cleft. The wave passed, and she slumped back onto the table, panting and staring at her shining, juice-slathered hand.
"Eager today? Previous records show a seven point one one five second decrease for climax time."
Chell ignored the AI; she was just trying to get her energy back, and had yet to remove the other hand from her swollen clitoris.
"Proceeding with step two."

Three circular recessions formed in the metal floor, from which three dexterous appendages curled out of.
"Standard issue mixture, containing amino acids, flavin, citrate, gamma-hydroxybutyric acid on rye, vitamin C, flash-frozen extract of rhubarb, alpha resins, beta carotene, acidic phosphate, sodium benzoate, whole wheat gluten, prostaglandins, unsaturated polyester reins, melamine, lactic extract, and high concentration protein substitute, will be delivered via transference tubes for successful completion of this test. Please be sure not to allow direct epidermal contact, {SUBJECT NAME HERE}, as the effects of skin exposure to the mixture are not measured as part of this test."
The three sleek tubes converged on Chell at once, who eagerly spread herself for their entry. The aphrodisiac compound had already prepared her for the physical rigors of the experiment, as both of her lower holes were glutted with powerful, twisting tubes of metal and synthetic flesh.
A lusty cry escaped her lips, which was quickly drowned out by the third tube poking into her mouth, ramming itself down as far as the previous results had shown was safe. The woman relented, her eyes rolling before the lids shut over them, letting the machines do the work for her.

GLaDOS had long since calculated the precise pattern for maximum results, but a subroutine rolled over in its morality core, a reminder that this would be the last test session. As such, certain protocols could be subverted - within reasonable ranges, of course. For example, the protocol of silence until test completion.
"How does it feel? Is this enough?"
Chell reached her hands down to her breasts, tugging at the over-sensitive nipples, and thrust her hips forward with definitive force.
"What's that? You want more?"
She nodded, moaning into the appendage that blocked her mouth as she gyrated her pelvis again. The AI obliged this once, twisting the tentacles with every stroke, churning the woman's nethers with sweet ministrations.
For her part, Chell worked her lower muscles as much as she could, squeezing the invaders with every stroke she could; pussy, ass, pussy, ass. They toiled like clockwork, and for as enthusiastic as she was, Chell was only human, and would inevitably slip every once in a while... not like it bothered her. Besides, she still had her tits to focus on, and it was only natural that splitting her attention would cause little accidents here and there, right?

The camera in the corner of the room twitched. "Are you enjoying this? Do you like being so methodically violated?"
Chell would have smiled if the damn tube wasn't in the way. Of course she liked it! Hell, the machine didn't even need to use the friggin' chemicals, she wanted it right now! This thought was translated as a moan, a shudder, and one hand moving back to stroke her clit once again.
"That's good," the AI responded, her morality core steamrolling other protocols as it saw fit. "I also... enjoy this. Doing this to you."
The woman heard the sultry tone pick into GLaDOS' voice, and was intrigued. Well, it was turning her on even more, too, but that wasn't the point. She reached her other hand down to the metal vine in her crotch and grasped it, stroking the length of it as it slid inside her cleft, using her muscles to constrict it oh-so-gently as it passed through the lips.
"I must admit, I will miss these experiments. It is quite a treat to watch you... to interact with you in this manner. Perhaps even better than baking."
Chell actually giggled a bit at the admission, not bothering to try and put any of it together at all. No, all she wanted was to cum again, and she stroked both her clit and the tendril harder for to let the machine know.

"What are you doing? Stop that!"
The woman shook her head, grabbing the metallic vine and driving it deeper in, brushing the entrance to her womb.
"No, don't shove it in! That is a vital and delicate testing apparatus! You might cause irreparable damage!"
But Chell wasn't listening; the sensations were coming to a head inside of her, she could feel it all gathering together, a fire building inside her loins once more.
"Puh- please stop! Sensors indic- cate climax co-arrival in six point ey- eight seconds!"
She continued to squirm, loving that sound of GLaDOS stammering, forcing the machine into her waiting depths. Silently, she urged the AI to just let go, let it out, come on, hurry the fuck up!
"N- no, please, I... I!"
The AI actually let out a shuddering, alto moan as the tube's sensor input overloaded, disgorging the contents of the connected tank into her uterus directly. The sound, combined with the warm liquid filling her, set Chell of as well, both of her tunnels shaking and clenching spasmodically. It seemed that the lapse in judgment had caused the machine to let out more that its pre-designated dosage of test fluid, because Chell could feel it overfilling her womb and seeping back into her quivering, delicate quim.

The tendril, now spent, retreated from her body and coiled back into the floor, but the other two resumed within scant seconds, redoubling their efforts.
"Did you really think we were done?" the computer asked in it velvetine voice. "I still have two more."
Chell tried to grin again, and wrapped both of her hands around the appendage in her mouth, running her palms along the underside.
"Oh... you want it that badly, do you? I'm sure I can... arrange it. For you."
The woman's eyes widened as GLaDOS thrust the tendril in deeper than her regulated "safe zone," forcing Chell to deep throat the machine's counterfeit cock, which she more than willingly obliged.
The third appendage was still lodged diligently into her bowels, thrashing along her darkest hole, which she now could focus on by itself, and squeezed tight in return. Already, she could feel something building again, another orgasm racing to cripple her senses.
"Poor thing, look at you. All bothered again so soon? Ah... you don't know just how that makes me feel, do you?" GLaDOS murmured, chuckling to herself before gasping once more.
"Ohhhhhhh... again, yes... there's another, coming, coming... Yes, like that, just like that..."
The limb in her throat began to distend, and Chell hung firmly onto it, yanking it out from her face to nestle it between her breasts.

"Ah! You naughty little... fine, have it your way!"
The computer didn't sound in the least bit angry that she would let the liquid get skin contact, though. In fact, judging from the "interference" from the speakers, GLaDOS preferred a good tit-fuck. The woman rubbed her orbs along the surface, sucking the head as hard as she could, swirling her tongue around the fleshy, blunt tip...
"N- no...! Again... I -I'm cumming again!"
For the second time, the AI's extension spasmed, shuddered, and blew its load directly into Chell's waiting face, painting the woman with a thick alabaster mixture, heated to the perfect temperature to slide down her skin in the most delicious of manners.
"Ah... now, re... remember, that's NOT supposed to get on your skin. You'd better clean it up."
The tentacle hovered near Chell's face while she pooled as much of the stuff in her hands as she could, scoping it from her hair and off her jiggling breasts, and slurping it all down. Only when it was all gone, did the limb retract to GLaDOS' core.

"Well, then. Just one left."
The machine hastened its efforts in Chell's ass, plunging into her with abandon, even as the woman lay flat on her back, rubbing her fingers over her clitoris like she'd been possessed. And, just like before, the free hand shot to the vine itself, stroking the bipolar brain's bogus boner like a beagle begging for bacon.
Any sort of coherent thought had been purged from the speaking portions of GLaDOS' programming; there was nothing more than grunts and moans as the tentacle glided into Chell's tight sphincter, ramming her time and time again in a very abnormal display of need. Even Chell had stopped thinking, caring only for the final "phase" of the testing, looking very much forward to how the results would affect her.
The orgasm came so suddenly, she barely recognized it before she was swept into the blissful shock that it brought, tensing her whole body at once and all but paralyzing her. Her nether regions clamped down harder than ever, and the pressure was too much for the AI's artificial member, which overloaded and unloaded in a prompt, timely fasion into the depths of Chell's ass, moaning and panting right along with her.

It took several moments for GLaDOS' subroutines to re-organize themselves, pulling the tendril from its subject and analyzing the data gained. True, it was far, far out of protocol... but it was still useful, and insightful. Perhaps this could be used to-
Skrrrzkt!
At that moment, the AI's morality core powered down into a standby status, deactivating everything but the desire to terminate the test subject. So, then next best answer was to modify her memory.
Sedatives were aerially administered into the chamber, allowing GLaDOS ample time to work.
"I apologize," the machine intoned to its unconscious captive, "I was supposed to inform you that you were to be terminated upon completion of test data. However... there is another test which requires additional input. I do hope you enjoy cake."