On the Table

The girl’s dazed reverie was broken by the nurse, who stepped forward into view and squeezed the bulb on the feeder gag, dropping the last few squirts of pureed food into her charge's vulnerable gullet.  Lunchtime was over.

 

With the bag of paste emptied, the nurse twisted the bulb sharply and withdrew the cone-shaped feeder gag from her subject’s mouth.  The plastic faceplate remained, however, and a short cylinder projected from it into the girl's mouth so that her teeth remained propped wide apart.  Quickly the nurse returned with another plastic prod, this one studded with sensors and trailing an electronic cable instead of a feeding tube.  The girl was helpless to resist its insertion between her spread jaws, and the nurse secured it to the faceplate with a quick twist. The prod did not reach quite to the back of the girl’s mouth, and left room to maneuver her tongue.

                                                                                   

The nurse moved out of view toward the foot of the table.  The girl felt her legs spreading wider, as the articulated table silently forced them further apart.  There was a release of pressure in her rectum, and the waste tube slipped out of her.  But in a moment another device poked at her anus, which continued to gape slightly after its long violation.  The new intruder was cool and smooth, larger than the waste tube, but had been well greased with lubricating gel and slid easily into her.  The girl gasped as its rounded tip pressed into her bowel.  The insertion was not painful, but she had never taken anything other than the skinny enema tube in her butt, and it was strange to be so filled back there.  The nurse fiddled with some hardware at the base of the prod, and when she stepped away the girl found it was held securely within her.

 

Next she felt a similar device nosing between her lower lips and at the entrance to her snug vagina.  She wasn’t a virgin, but neither had her female passage entertained many visitors.  She preferred to satisfy her boyfriends with her mouth, and only a handful had won access to her most private place.  She was tight, and now as she lay naked under the floodlights in this frightening place, bone dry.  But the nurse was insistent, and slowly worked the greased, slightly flexible prod into her.  The girl whimpered as it entered, at the pain and at the violation.  Finally it was in place, and like its anal twin fixed so that it was held firmly inside her.  As it warmed from her own heat, and her muscles slowly relaxed in acceptance of the new presence, the girl realized the slick and slightly spongy dildo was not as large as she'd first feared.  Front and back she was filled, but not unduly stretched.

 

The restrained, abused, and now thoroughly plugged victim was shocked and confused.  By now she had resigned herself to being raped, eventually.  But to be penetrated so easily, clinically, and simultaneously in three orifices had taken her by surprise.

 

Suddenly she felt rubber fingers groping her clitoris.  The nurse flicked and rubbed it, as her victim’s eyes widened.  But as the uninvited stimulation continued, her body responded reflexively.  She felt nerves tingle through her abdomen and along her inner thigh, and could tell her little clitty was swelling.  Suddenly the nurse grasped it firmly between two fingers of one hand - eliciting a grunt of pain from her subject - then gingerly fixed the jaws of a blunt-toothed clamp around the base of the bud.  It was uncomfortable but not really painful, and it trapped the clitoris securely even after its swelling ebbed.  The clamp was fixed in position; the girl guessed it was mounted to the top of the vaginal dildo.

 

The nurse appeared next at her side, and quickly teased one of her nipples to attention as easily as she had the clitoris.  When it stood sufficiently erect for her purposes she clipped a small device to it.  A wire hung from the unseen gizmo, brushing the girl's ribs.  The nurse moved around and repeated the attachment at her other breast, then moved off toward the door.

 

The lights dimmed and there was a pop of static on the video monitor above the girl’s head.  White letters displayed “Generic Companion Training 3.2," followed by a message that was both spelled out on the screen and voiced over the monitor’s speakers:

 

“This training program requires your careful attention.  Follow instructions and remain focused on the screen at all times, and you can avoid any punishment.”

 

The monitor was dark and silent for a moment, then voiced and displayed in large letters, simply: “SUCK.”

 

Still stunned by the latest turn of events, the girl reacted with puzzlement.  What the hell were they talking about?

 

“SUCK,” the program repeated.

 

This was stupid.  Why should she suck on a plastic knob...

 

"Aaaaaaah!" Stinging sparks briefly zapped her nipples and clitoris.

 

“Follow instructions and you can avoid punishment,” the voice intoned.  Then the display and voice together, again: “SUCK.”

 

Shocked and frightened, the girl applied suction to the prod in her mouth.  When the pressure reached a certain point, it made a soft clicking sound.

 

“SQUEEZE your cunt,” the voice ordered, the screen displaying only the first word of the command.

 

What?  How could she, she couldn’t...

 

“SQUEEZE.”

 

She tried, tightening the muscles of her abdomen, her mind groping along little-used nerves...

 

"Aaaaaaaaagggh!"  A longer burst of pain this time.

 

“Follow instructions and you can avoid punishment.  SQUEEZE.”

 

The girl found the right button to push in her brain, and felt herself clamping down on the vaginal dildo.  It was so unfamiliar: she’d always thought of such contractions as something that happened, rather than something she did.

                                                                                                           

“SQUEEZE.”

 

What....not enough pressure.  She bore down harder on the plastic invader, until she felt another click vibrate through her sensitive tissues.

 

“CLENCH your ass.”  This one she got on the first try.

 

“SUCK......... SQUEEZE.......... CLENCH.............. SUCK.............. SQUEEZE............. CLENCH.....”

 

Round and round it went.  At first several seconds elapsed between each command, but the pace that was demanded of her slowly increased.  Squeezing her pussy was always the hardest part - her muscles there were firm and healthy, but undisciplined.

 

As the girl struggled to meet the demands of the program she felt a low hum building in her sensitive buds.  The clamps that held her nipples and clitoris had begun vibrating.  There was a stirring in her loins, too: the previously inert dildo lodged in her pussy had come to life with vibrations, and a slow stroking motion.  The distraction threw her off the pace - she could not make her pussy respond in time to meet the demands of the program, earning herself more pain.

 

"Aaaaoooockkh!"

 

“Obedience may be rewarded with pleasure.  Failure to follow instructions will be punished.  SUCK.”

 

Again the cycle began, slowly at first, then accelerating.  As she met the program’s demands the buzzing and slow reaming of her pussy resumed.  She wished they wouldn’t.  It was impossible to think of any of this torture as sexy or exciting.  She was just trying to keep up, trying to prevent more electric shocks to her most sensitive places.  She didn’t need the distraction.

 

The pace had built to about one command every two seconds when the rotation suddenly shifted from the orderly “SUCK... SQUEEZE... CLENCH” to a random pattern.  The girl was taken by surprise and SQUEEZED when she’d been ordered to CLENCH.  A long pulse of electricity pulsed through her tender flesh, forcing a groan of pain past the oral prod.

 

“Disobedience will be severely punished.  Follow instructions and you can avoid the pain.  SUCK.”

 

The girl wept as she complied, beginning the cycle yet again.  She watched the screen intently now, waiting for the changes of direction, through eyes blurred by tears.  The pace of commands quickened while the buzzing and grinding slowly intensified...

 

The training session seemed to go on forever, ending only when she was too fatigued to continue.  Her little pussy gave out first, earning her repeated shocks that grew longer and more intense with each failure to obey.  Finally the computer program recognized her exhaustion.

 

"Training Program terminated - Incomplete.  Subject Performance: Poor.  Recommendation: hydration and rest.  Recommendation: repeat this program until performance satisfactory, before progressing to next level.  Shutdown."  The screen went blank, it's message filling the abused captive with despair.

 

She wept quietly while the nurse removed the clamps, dildos, and oral prod, and replaced the waste and feeding tubes.  A fresh feeding bag was hung on the metal stand, this one filled with a watery formula as thin as melted ice cream, if not as sweet.  A switch was flipped and the creepy-crawlies returned to her feet.  The room dimmed, and the nurse's footsteps clicked away down the hall.

 

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Bzzzzzzt!  The room lights flashed, and the exhausted girl awakened groggily.  She stared up into the lights for a moment, trying to remember where she was and why she was there, before the room darkened again.

 

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The passage of time became a blur.  The girl's waking hours were filled now with training.  Almost every moment that Ruta was not there to stretch her, and the nurse was not inflating her boobs, massaging her with lotions, or attending to her basic needs for nourishment and voiding of waste, she spent sucking and squeezing to the beat of the computerized drum.  With no windows or clocks it was impossible to tell how long each session lasted, or how much time separated them.  Adding to her disorientation, there was no detectable rhythm to her schedule: sometimes her rest periods were frequent and passed quickly, other times her training continued past the point of exhaustion and the rest periods dragged on until she thought she'd go mad with pure boredom.  But the girl was sure her captivity had passed into the realm of weeks, as time was measured outside her small room, rather than days.

 

On her second training run she had focused intently on the commands, motivated not by a desire to excel but by a frightened hope to avoid more painful shocks.  She surprised herself by achieving a score of "Satisfactory."  Her surprise turned to pride in her performance, briefly, before she banished that thought from her mind and worried what the "next level" might entail.  It turned out that level two, and all the levels that followed, featured pornographic videos displayed on the overhead screen.

 

The first film concentrated on the art of the blowjob.  The action was continuous, plotless, and mechanical; the camera focused on the oral techniques of an attractive but dull-eyed blond who "starred" in the movies.  There was no dialogue, only instructions issued by male voices to the blonde, who obeyed quickly, wordlessly, and with practiced skill.  Rather than arousing excitement the movies were almost boring, like training films.  At random intervals, but never more than 10 seconds apart, the command words would interrupt the film.  The commands were flashed silently now, in a smaller font and briefly, forcing the girl to pay strict attention to the screen in order to comply and avoid punishment.  With the new distractions posed by the more complex training it took the girl three tries, separated by rest breaks, feedings, and other treatments, to score Satisfactory at level 2.  For hours at a time, the only sounds in the little room were the slurping and humming of the actress on the screen, and the slurping and grunting of the firmly restrained girl sucking at her oral prod and bearing down on her dildos.

 

The next film featured both oral and vaginal sex, and added the command word "LICK:"  the girl found that a sensor on the bottom of the plastic prod strapped into her mouth could detect her swirling tongue.  In addition to the command words the movie was interrupted by what looked like momentary bursts of static that came every few seconds.

 

As the training progressed the girl felt herself being ever more affected by the vibrating clamps and grinding dildo.  At first they had been a nuisance, but as her fear of the training process faded - she was getting good enough at keeping up with the commands to avoid the little shocks most of the time - her body began to react to the incessant teasing.  At first, it was only when the stimulation intensified late in her training runs that trickles of her own juices began to supplement the artificial lube that greased the vaginal dildo.  But before long she was getting wet reflexively as soon as she saw the nurse preparing the training equipment.

 

Soon she began to feel truly aroused during the training runs, and to seek release.  She focused harder on the pornographic display, imagined herself in the role of the sexy and tireless blonde on the screen, and opened herself to the stimulation offered by the various gadgets that stroked her pleasure nerves.  It was perverted, she knew, but the endless teasing had become a torture in itself.  The girl cloaked her shame at her own depravity by telling herself it would be a victory to steal a moment of pleasure from under the noses of her captors.

 

But she could never achieve it.  Whenever she came close, the rate at which the commands came seemed to pick up abruptly.  In her building excitement she could never keep pace, and each time earned herself only a set of shocks and a restart of the program.  What had begun as a distraction became a source of frustration.

 

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While the training progressed, the other aspects of the girl's development proceeded apace.  The breast expansion continued, and when she was laid out flat she could feel the weight of her swelling boobs pressing down on her chest, and the ever-stronger tugs they exerted on her chest when she hung prone in the restraining bands.  But now she also had the chance to watch their growth.

 

At every meeting after their first, the burly therapist Ruta unstrapped her head and swung the confining headrest down and away.  Chattering amiably as always, the bear-like woman grasped the girl's head firmly in her powerful hands, turned it slowly left and right, then with irresistible strength flexed the neck forward and back, side to side.  She repeated each motion several times before refastening the head strap.  At these periodic head-tippings the girl checked the size of her boobs, and watched them grow in increments from plump grapefruits - already a size or two larger than her natural boobs had been - into ponderous, overripe honeydews that blocked her view of her lower body.  Always, they felt hard, and sat high and round on her chest with her skin stretched taut across them.  The first sign of relaxation was a signal to the developer that the next set of injections was due.

 

Ruta gradually added other elements to her physical therapy.  Releasing both legs and the pelvic straps simultaneously, she pushed the legs up and over so that the girl's lower back bent, her toes pointed past the top her head, and she stared at her own shins.  Then she used the legs like levers to swivel the lower body from side to side, before dropping away the saddle that cradled her subject's butt and flexing the torso the other way, stretching her subject's abdominals.  Always, she pushed to a point just short of pain.  The girl relished the stretching sessions, and thought of Ruta's visits as breaks from the suffering, frustration and tedium that filled the rest of her time in confinement.

 

She had seen less of the developer, her "doctor," during this time.  He would come in occasionally to check on her, poking and prodding and checking the instruments arrayed around the room.  She was always gagged when she saw him, either with the feeder or the training prod.  Then came a visit when he entered with Ruta and stood right next to her table, looked down into her cheerfully paralyzed face, and smiled.  Her dulled mind recognized that something had changed.

 

"Congratulations!  I was right, you have found a buyer in your pre-completion auction.  The deal has just been finalized, and your new owner and our design consultants will soon be working out the details of your custom enhancements."

 

The girl blinked.  After going so long without proper sleep, it was hard for her brain to process anything beyond simple commands.  But her doctor's words penetrated the deepening fog: he was telling her she'd been sold.

 

"You're very lucky this buyer took an interest in you!  He's one of our best and oldest clients.  He's a man with substantial resources, even for one of our exclusive clientele.  You'll be the fourth pleasure companion he's obtained from our clinic - we've also done a housemaid and, if I recall, a bodyservant for him, so the work of attending to his needs will not fall on you alone.  He has the staff to look after you properly, and I know he keeps at least two homes that are designed to allow discreet enjoyment of his companions, so you won't need to worry about being locked away in some dark cellar.  He does have an interest in extreme insertions, which may take some getting used to.  But on the whole you've done very well!"

 

The girl blinked again.  She greeted the news that her owner was a "he" with some relief, but most of the rest went over her head.  The doctor's upbeat tone was encouraging, though.

 

"Now, we need to unlimber those arms.  When you first came to us we ground down the shoulder sockets a bit, to allow you more mobility in that joint.  You'll be able to accommodate very extreme arm bondage positions, which are so fashionable now.  But as the abraded surfaces heal, adhesions tend to form in the joint.  We need to break those down now.  This may hurt a little the first time..."

 

As he spoke Ruta had been undoing the bands that had held the girl's right arm to the table, since she'd first awakened here weeks ago.  She closed her eyes in anticipation of a long-awaited release, and welcome stretching.  The sturdy therapist grasped her arm - no longer numb but still strangely weak - in both hands.  She drew it out and away from the girl's body, but it swung no more than 70 degrees before it bumped up against an unfamiliar soreness in her shoulder.  Ruta felt it and stopped for a moment, before pushing again.  Hard.

 

The girl's eyes and voice snapped open together as a high-pitched scream forced itself past her feeding gag.  Ruta pushed until her subject's arm pointed straight away from her toes.  It swung slowly, with a grating, ratcheting motion, like a rusty lever, every step bringing fresh agony.  It hurt almost as badly when Ruta forced the arm back to its starting position at her subject's side.  Then she lifted it, so that it pointed up toward the lights, bringing more screams and free-flowing tears from her bound victim.  Grim faced and silent now, the green-clad amazon worked the arm in every direction, then repeated the cycle.  The second time around the pain was lessened, and the girl merely groaned.  But the screams came again when Ruta repeated the routine with her left arm.  When she was done the burly therapist stepped back, leaving both arms laying in their sculpted recesses in the table, but unsecured.  The girl tried to raise them, but they were pathetically weak, and the effort only brought fresh pain to her shoulders.  She had looked forward for so long to having her arms free, but now that they were she could only lay there, weeping as the pain lingered.

 

"Well you'll be glad to know that was the worst of it," the developer offered.  "From now on Ruta will include arm work in your regular therapy.  You'll soon be pain-free, and have flexibility you never dreamed of.  We've also severed two ligaments in each of your elbows, so they can be dislocated easily and painlessly.  And, we've severed the nerves that govern the major muscles in your arms, which is why they feel so weak even though all the drugs wore off long ago.  Ruta will teach you how to use the auxiliary muscles to perform all the tasks that will be required of your hands.  You're really coming along very nicely!"

 

Quiet, gagged sobs were his subject's only reply.

 

"Ruta, let's give her a few minutes before the rest of her therapy."

 

He reached down suddenly to grope the swollen tits.  "Nurse, these feel a little slack already.  Her skin is responding unusually well to the expansion treatments.  I suppose now would be a good time for the next set of injections - and after this round let's move up to 300 CC per."

 

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