“Ok, fine, but just a quick look,” you say. JoJo pushes the door open eagerly and you step inside.

The room is bathed in shadow and is empty save for a small table in the middle, where a handful of glasses sit next to an ornate crystal bottle with a stopper. You walk over and pick it up. It’s full of a golden liquid and labeled with a single long arrow, pointing up and a warning that reads CAUTION: COMEDOWN

“Charli,” JoJo calls softly, awe in her voice, “Look up.”

You tilt your head back and gasp. The walls are covered with all kinds of bondage gear, chains and suspension cuffs and spreader bars and a giant X-cross. An elegant leather swing is suspended from both sides of the open ceiling, nearly 40 feet high. Thin panes of stained glass lets slivers of soft light in at different angles.

“Wow,” you breathe. “It’s all so high up though. Seems dangerous.” You look down to see JoJo standing over the table, unstoppering the bottle.

“What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she gestures at you with the bottle before pouring two small portions into the glasses. “The drink lets you reach them.”

“That seems like kind of an insane risk to take?” you say, peering into the glass.

JoJo rolls her eyes. “It’s not like it’s going to be poisonous. Anyway, you don’t have to, but there’s no way I’m not trying it.”

“The warning label says you’ll have a comedown afterwards.”

“All the best drugs give you a comedown, Charli,” she says, and throws back the drink in a single gulp. Today is about taking risks isn’t it? You take a deep breath and do the same.

At first you feel nothing, just the slightly sour taste of the drink sliding down your throat. Then it hits you — a tingle in your stomach, the light feeling of being mid-jump on a trampoline. You are pulled softly to your toes, and then you leave the ground, drifting slowly upwards. You hear laughter and realize it is your own, involuntary, mixed with JoJos sweet giggle as you both ascend lazily.

JoJo swims against the air, moving towards the giant X cross. You follow her, curious.

“Do you want to try it?” she asks, smiling widely.

You feel a surge of boldness at her smile.

“Sure. Strap me in.”

You lean back against the cross, which feels cold and hard through your clothes. You feel the cool air against your inner thighs as she nudges your legs apart gently, strapping your ankles in. She finishes with your wrists, then attaches a chain bolted into a wall to her belt loop to keep from drifting away. Your body strains against the ties, pulling you outwards, your chest jutting towards JoJo. She moves so that she’s inches from you, her lips practically brushing yours.

“Do you want me to touch you, Charli?” She says your name in the barest whisper.

“Yes,” you say in a small voice, your nipples hardening as her hand reaches out to steady your waist.

“Yes, what?” she says in a slightly sharper voice. She grabs the back of your head, not too roughly, and forces you to look into her dark eyes.

“Yes, please,” you say, and she releases you.

“Close your eyes.”

You close them and hear the soft clank of the chain as she moves to your right. There is a gentle pinch behind your ear, and you gasp. She is rolling something spiky along the back of your neck, down your sides.

“Does this feel good?” she whispers in your ear.

“Yes, yes,” you say, writhing against your bonds as the prickly feeling moves over your hip, down your leg and then slowly, achingly up your inner thigh. You take a sharp breath in as JoJo moves the spiked roller up under your skirt and grazes your pussy through your underwear. Suddenly she withdraws, and you move involuntarily toward her, straining to reach her.

You can hear the smirk in her voice. “What is it Charli? What do you want? Look at me.”

You open your eyes to find her looking at you, amused, eyebrows raised.

“I want more,” you say quietly, “please.”

“You look so hot chained up like this,” JoJo says, biting her lip as she looks you up and down. “So I’ll give you what you want.”

She moves between your legs again, and you feel the sharp prickle of the roller, moving softly over your underwear, sending tingles of pleasure through your cunt. You moan softly, pushing against the roller, and then feel JoJo moving your underwear to the side. You feel her tongue against you, tasting the wetness she’s created.

You want so badly to touch her. She licks you in long, slow strokes, stopping to tease your clit, her hands gripping your thighs. She sucks on your clit now, causing you to convulse as waves of pleasure move through you.

“Please, let me touch you,” you beg. JoJo looks up and smiles. She drifts up towards you and gives you a soft kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips. You want to devour her.

“Only since you asked nicely,” she says, and she floats to untie you. Your hands break free, then your ankles. You try to move toward her, but find yourself suddenly moving up, faster than before.

“Charli?” JoJo sounds worried, “Where are you going? Come back down.”

“I can’t!” you shout, trying desperately to move back down to where JoJo is still attached to the wall. She grows further and further away. You see her fumbling with her belt, and you yell “No don’t!” but it's too late. She swims up toward you, reaching out for your hand. She tries to tug you back down, but it’s no use. You’re both moving upwards.

You cling to each other, feeling frightened. You are still moving upwards, and the open ceiling isn’t far. Soon you’ll have floated out of the factory, and then what? You don’t even want to think about it.

“How do we get it to stop working?” you ask desperately.

A strange look crosses JoJo’s face.

“Charli, the label on the bottle! The comedown warning!”

“I sort of think the comedown is the least of our problems.”

“No, what if it was telling us how to get down! We have to CUM down.”

You look at her in shock. “What?” It sounds insane, but the more you think about it the more it seems like something Kisska would do. ”But-but what if I can’t?” you say, more quietly.

“You can do this Charli!” she holds your face in her hands. “I can help, if you like,” she adds, her eyes flitting slightly to the open ceiling looming above.

You nod. There’s no time to waste. You pull her in for a long kiss, unbuckling her belt before reaching down to pull off her trousers and pants, careful to keep one hand on her. You tug off your own panties beneath your skirt.

Still drifting towards the ceiling, you flip yourself, weightless, so your head is nestled between JoJo’s legs, and her head between yours. You grip her muscular ass with both hands, pulling her cunt toward you. You run your tongue between the soft folds of her lips, feeling the moisture there, inhaling the sweet musky scent of her. You feel her tongue against you as well, tickling your clit with her gentle sucking motion. You move in tandem: lips, tongues, fingers moving against each other until you can feel your muscles tensing. The orgasm comes quick and hot. JoJo’s cries mix with your own, and the two of you still for a second in midair before slowly starting to drift back downwards.

“It’s working Charli,” JoJo yells excitedly into your pussy. You feel a wave of relief wash over you, and bury your face in her cunt once more.

Over and over again, you grind against each other’s mouths, making your way downwards as you continue to cum. You lose track of time. All you know is JoJo’s strong thighs around your ears, her taste, her smell, the convulsions that move through her and her little cries as she cums and cums again. Your own orgasms feel like one long wave that crests and falls, over and over without ceasing.

Suddenly, you feel a pressure at your back. You’ve landed gently on the floor of the room, JoJo on top of you. With a sigh, she rolls off of you. Every muscle is spent, and you realize that you have never been more thirsty in your life. You wish you had the energy to move, to speak, to find a glass of cold water. Beside you you hear a raspy sound, and you manage to turn your head to see JoJo is heaving with laughter. You can’t help but join, your wheezing echoing through the room as a set of SAMMs enter and survey the two of you.

A familiar voice booms over the loudspeaker, “I do hope you enjoyed yourselves, but you know you really should have asked permission before sampling my products. SAMMs, take them to the recovery room. Fluids, ice packs, and lip balm, STAT!”

As the SAMMs lift you into their mechanical arms, you feel yourself drifting off into a well-deserved sleep.