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On the Table

Part 10

Part 10 - Cocoon to Butterfly




Deborah wasn't sure when she'd awakened.  The transition from artificial coma to groggy


consciousness was blurred by thick layers of gauze that enclosed her head, blocking all


light and muffling sound.  The first sensation she was aware of was the acrid scent and


flavor of rubber that filled her nose and mouth.  Then she felt the pain.




A variety of dull aches and sharp complaints told of unseen offenses against her body.  Her


bound eyes burned; her mouth felt like a fresh ragged wound stuffed with cotton that was


fouled with antiseptic, rubber, and her own blood.




Her abdomen felt like it was being crushed in a giant fist, squeezed so tightly that she could


take only shallow breaths, a task made more difficult by a sloshing burden that pressed


down on her chest.  Knives stabbed her sides, and her nipples burned as though on fire.  Her rectum


felt tortured and violated, her private parts tender and strange.  A plastic intruder lodged in her


cotton-swathed pussy.  Patches of lesser soreness dotted her body from ankle to neck, and a sharp,


burning lump in her throat seemed to stab her every time she swallowed or moaned.




Deprived of her senses and still sluggish from the anaesthetic, Deborah was badly


disoriented.  She remembered a rubber mask held in a white-gloved hand, and flickering,


distorted memories from her captivity.  But were the horrible images real, was she really


awake - or merely trapped in a long nightmare?  She tried to writhe, but felt every limb


restrained, and had a vision of the sinister table that again held her captive: as a black


monster with scores of tentacles that held her fast.  She shuddered - then started as warm


human hands grasped her arm.




Someone was there with her.  Large, strong hands grasped her firmly, but not ungently.  A


finger stroked her bicep.  Deborah thought she could hear the visitor speaking, but the thick


gauze that blocked her ears muffled the words.  The hands released the bands that held


her arms and began stretching and flexing them.




As her unresisting arms were rotated upwards until her elbows touched behind her head,


the girl had another vision, of a green giant who had tended and comforted her.  The


memory relaxed her.  The visitor's muffled mumblings continued as she refastened her


subject's arms, then released and flexed her legs.  By the time the visitor had finished


manipulating her the bound, blinded girl felt more exhausted than afraid.  As she was left


alone again she drifted back into sedated oblivion.




----




Similar visits punctuated the isolation of Deborah's mummified recovery, along with others


during which latex fingers poked at connections that sprouted from her arms and anus to


meet the basic needs of her body.  As the drugs wore off her pains at first intensified, then


slowly ebbed as her carefully tended body healed its many hurts.




Mental recovery was more elusive.  She felt increasingly alert. but clear memories and


understanding of her situation continued to escape her.  Blinded, nearly deaf, and deprived


of any means to mark the passage of time, it was impossible to get her bearings.  The


distinction between sleep and wakefulness was meaningless as she hovered in perpetual


darkness, visited by weird visions of her captivity and training, and sometimes her previous


life.  Her reaction was detached, like someone watching a surreal movie rather than


recalling things that had actually happened to her.  Deborah felt as though merely enclosed


within this tortured, restrained body, rather than owning and controlling it.




Her darkened daze was broken suddenly by rubber fingers prodding at her swollen breasts.


First the right, then the left, the fingers jabbed and squeezed around the still-tender nipples


and where the chemically softened flesh blossomed from her torso.  More muffled words, in


a lower tone, then a mechanical snap reverberated through the table and her body was


pitching forward.  The table rotated past upright, until she hung in her bonds perhaps 60


degrees past the vertical.  The huge, liquid-filled tit-bags swung heavily beneath her; she


could feel their weight pulling at the skin where they joined her chest.




After a moment she felt the fingers fumbling at her armpit, attaching something to the port


that protruded from her there.  When the fingers departed she felt something dangling from


her, then the process was repeated at her other side.




Suddenly there was a hissing sound and the girl felt the already ponderous sacs inflating


further.  After a few seconds the hissing stopped, but her jugs continued to swell.  A


crackling, bubbling sound that could not penetrate the cotton that covered her ears passed


instead through her body, frightening her.  The skin over her tits became tightly stretched,


but as minutes ticked by the pressure continued to grow.  Was she going to burst??




At last the crackling began to subside, along with the rate of expansion.  When it stopped


she was painfully swollen, but the hands were unsympathetic, pressing aggressively into


the over-inflated jugs.  They slapped and kneaded them like dough, to the great discomfort


of their bearer.




Finally satisfied with the tits' new shape the invisible hands stopped these abuses, and with


a metal tool reached into the small open wound in the helpless captive's armpit to snip off


some connection.  Still showing little care for the pain they caused they trimmed off a bit of


excess flesh, tucked and arranged some more, and carefully stitched the incision closed.


The procedure was repeated at the girl's opposite armpit, and the twin wounds were


dressed with more cotton and tape.




As the unseen attendant finished his work his lips must have been near Deborah's hidden


ear, as she was able to catch the phrase "48 hours to cure" spoken to some unseen


assistant or spectator.  Without further communication she was left alone again,


semi-prone with the weighty and now drum-tight jugs dangling below her.




----




Deborah received no visitors during the 48 hour curing period, and knowing how long she


hung there, fixed and senseless, seemed worse than not knowing.  Boredom became her


chief tormentor, replacing pain and confusion.  After a while she began singing nonsense


songs to no one, sometimes in her head and sometimes with a hum and mumble through


the gauze that still stuffed her mouth.  Not often audibly, though, because any effort at


speech still brought pain to her voice box.




----




Silent hands suddenly brushed the girl's skin, making her jump in her bonds.  The catches


were released and she was rotated onto her back again.  The rubber fingers poked and


probed at her inflated tits; palms pressed and tested them.  There was no more sloshing,


and the outsized jugs no longer drooped off her chest onto her arms.  They were firmer now


and sat more fully on her chest - unfortunately this increased the burden they imposed on


her breathing.




After a thorough inspection the groping hands were apparently satisfied, and began to peel


away the dressings that covered various wounds.  A second pair of hands swabbed the


sites as they were exposed.




The long bandages that wrapped the captive subject's head began to unwind.  As the


cotton thinned sound began to penetrate; Deborah heard the clink of metal tools and orders


issued in an increasingly familiar male voice.  At last the final strip was removed from her


upper face, the thick gauze patches over her eyes peeled away.




The girl gazed up into a blurry brightness, blinking lids that felt heavy and stiff.  She tried to


squint to clear her vision, but could not - her eyes felt as though pulled wide under the


bright overhead lights.  After long effort she focused, and the dark shadow that loomed over


her, silhouetted in the floodlights, was revealed.  The developer looked down on her,


smiling.




It all came back to her in a cascade of dark memories: the abduction, the tortures, the


perverted treatments and forced training.  Deborah wanted to scream and weep at the


suddenly-recalled abuses, and the horrible confirmation that this was no nightmare: her


plight was all too real.  But no tears came to her eyes, and only a faint, high mew escaped


past the stuffings of her mouth.




"Hello again, Jasmine.  Time for the butterfly to come out of her cocoon."  He shined a


penlight into her eyes and began to examine her upper face.  "Mmm, the swelling is almost


down, very nice work.  As usual."




Deborah's eyes blinked against the stinging light, but not rapidly; the lids flapped oddly from


wide open to fully closed, and back again.




"Very nice, good symmetry at rest and in motion.  Let's get a look at your ears."  Peeling


away more gauze pads he shined his light at the sides of her head.  "Hmmm, the


reinforcements here will need more time to heal, but we're making progress."




Gingerly he peeled away a nest of tape and cotton that covered Deborah's nose, exposing


it.  "Still some swelling here, but coming along nicely."  He looked into his subject's wide


eyes.  "Your old nose was a little high-peaked for your master's taste; I think he'll be happy


with the improvement."




"Now before we check your mouth, I need to test your XDT port."  He pressed two fingers


into the ends of the rubber tubes that protruded from Deborah's nostrils, cutting off her air.


At first she didn't react, stunned as she was and trying to guess what might happen next.


But soon the pressure built in her lungs, and she gazed in frightened confusion into the


developer's placid face.  He was just sitting there - with his fingers in her nose and her


mouth stuffed, how was she supposed to breathe?




The girl felt the pressure rising in her face as it flushed.  She pressed her forehead against


the restraining band, trying futilely to break free.  Finally she shut her eyes and sucked


reflexively through her blocked nose, pulling the developer's fingers tight into the rubber


tubes.




There was a dull pop at the front of her throat, and life-giving oxygen rushed into her lungs.


As she drew rapid shallow breaths, Deborah felt no air passing through her nose or mouth,


but a faint gasping sound seemed to come from her neck.




"Good, now let's see if it closes properly."  The developer removed his fingers from the


confused girl's nose and air began moving through the tubes that plumbed it.  He repeated


the experiment several times to make certain her new appliance was functioning properly.


He smiled, and as he drew the long, greasy rubber tubes from the girl's tender nostrils


explained.




"We've installed a pressure activated valve and micro-pore air filter at the front of your


larynx.  Now you don't have to worry about breathing when you deep throat.  You'll be able to


keep it up for hours without coming up for air - if your master can hold out that long!


Doesn't that sound like fun?  For cosmetics we've covered the filter port with a pretty gold


grille.  I think you'll be pleased when you see it."




"Now we can look at your mouth.  The surgeons did a lot of work here...."




While Deborah's flush faded and she reeled at the news of her modifications, the developer


unwrapped the long cotton bandages that circled her lower face.  When they were removed,


he began plucking out the volumes of stained gauze that packed her oral cavity.  As his


forceps brushed her lips the girl noted they felt swollen and taut.  After the last gauze was


drawn between them the developer reached in with his forceps and pried out a rubber form


that had pressed down on her tongue and blocked the entrance to her throat.  With a


different type of forceps he propped her jaw open, and gazed inside with the penlight.




"Twelve, get in here with a rinse, there's too much blood to see."




The ominously masked attendant clicked to the table side, rolling a heavy cart from which


she deployed a pair of tools.  While the developer held the girl's jaws open the nurse


sprayed cool water around inside it, immediately sucking it up again with a noisy suction


wand.  When she was done the developer peered inside again, bending and twisting to view


from every angle.




"OK, it looks like everything is holding pretty well.  Your master really went for all the


options -  It looks like a cock's amusement park in here!"




When he withdrew his instruments and turned away, the girl felt nervously about the inside


of her mouth with her tongue.  At first it felt like he'd left her mouth littered with bits of


rubber - but as she groped blindly she realized the various knobs and ridges had been


implanted under the flesh that lined her mouth, becoming part of her.  There were rows of


resilient balls along her tongue, and the piercing near its tip now held a small,


soft-bristled rubber brush.  More rubbery balls were implanted under the soft, slick flesh of


her palate, turning it into a mogul field.  Her cheeks were lined with pliable vertical ridges...


instantly she recalled a word the developer had used before her latest surgeries, that had


seemed impossible: these must be the "gills" that he'd promised her.




As she reached out with the tongue-brush to test her lips, the girl noticed her jaw movement


was restricted.  Closing or opening her mouth now felt as though she were working against


springs, and the natural at-rest position of her jaw was no longer closed but slightly agape.


Her rubbery new lips were so bloated that her tongue could barely reach past them.




"Nooo!" she groaned, or meant to.  Only a vague moan emerged from her modified mouth,


cut short by the sting any effort at speech brought to her voice box.     




"That probably hurt, since your larynx is still swollen from the recent implant.  My


professional advice is to lie quietly and give it a chance to heal.  You'll be giving hummers


again painlessly in no time.  Twelve, get her face cleaned up there, will you?"  As the silent


enslaved nurse swabbed stinging antiseptic around Deborah's eyes, nose, and ears, the


developer rolled his stool level with her chest and leaned over her with a large syringe.


Instead of a shiny needle the device was tipped with a thin, stiff catheter.




He grasped one of his subject's swollen nipples and easily pressed the catheter into its tip.


She inhaled sharply but, surprisingly, there was little pain.  His tight grip on the still-sore


bud hurt worse then the penetration.  He pressed the plunger on the syringe and the girl felt


a swelling beneath the nipple.




"This is one of our newest developments," the developer offered as he emptied the rest of


the syringe's contents into his helpless subject's other breast.  "Elastic reservoirs beneath


your nipples can be filled with up to 60 milliliters each of your master's choice of liquid."




He bent suddenly, and Deborah was shocked as he took a nipple into his mouth and


sucked at it.  The incredulous girl felt liquid flowing from her, and the swelling decreased


slightly.  When the developer's face reappeared it bore a grimace, until he spat the


dispensed liquid into a plastic cup.  Quickly he repeated the unexpected suckling at her


other teat.




"Blah.  I only get to taste saline to test the valves, but our customers have used the


reservoirs for things like spirits, sweet syrups, and stimulants.  My own preference is for a


little espresso vodka and Viagra cocktail...but you'll have to wait and see where your master's


tastes lie.  Of course there's no requirement that both reservoirs receive the same filling."


He grinned as he squeezed the swollen teats painfully, then sat back.  "No leaks, good.  I


really like this option - besides the convenience offered, I think the implants make your


nipples nice and puffy.  More to scale with your new breasts.  Which have turned out very


nicely, I must say."  He gave the massive tit nearest him a playful slap, and his victim


whimpered quietly while it shook and shimmied.




Next he bent out of the restrained girl's view to inspect incisions along her side.  "I'm glad


you found a master who recognizes your natural potentials.  Your figure was already fine


after the hysterectomy and partial colostomy, but he ordered the maximum possible waist


reduction which will make a very nice contrast with your full hips.  We've removed the lower


pairs of ribs," he tapped the girl's still-tender sides just below the overhanging tit-meat,


causing her to buck slightly, "and performed one of our most exciting new procedures: the


'Invisible Corset.'"




"Working arthroscopically from small incisions under the ribs and in the navel and cervix,


our specialist trimmed and tightened the muscle fascia of your abdomen.  Weak points


prone to herniation were reinforced with a fine kevlar cloth.  Then he made a few


strategic and inconspicuous tucks to your skin.  The effect is a natural-looking constriction,


as profound as what could normally be obtained only by long months of very strict corset


training.  And the internal reduction is so effective that we can get a good measurement


while still leaving enough subcutaneous fat to hide your abdominal muscles.  Not many


clients like to see a six-pack on their pleasure dolls, you know."




The developer reached under the girl and wrapped a tape around her waist.  "42


centimeters...not the smallest we've achieved but much better than a 2-to-1 ratio with your


natural 97cm hips.  We'll provide your master with the proper dietary requirements to make


sure you keep your new figure."




"Now let's see the tender parts..."  He moved away and at the touch of a button the


hydraulically operated table slowly spread its captive's legs.  The developer rolled his stool


between them and peeled away more dressings.  With a rubberized finger he poked gently


at the girl's clitty, making her gasp and spasm as though jolted with electricity.




"Excellent.  Here we've trimmed away most of the sheath and enhanced the blood flow.


Basically, your clitoris is now always erect and at peak sensitivity.  We've also injected a


little dollop of silicone just behind it, to push it out a little, for presentation.  Very nice effect I


think."




Next he stroked the girl's bald labia, which felt distended and rubbery much like her upper


lips.  "With the extreme vaginal stretching that was ordered for you, we were concerned that


it'd be difficult to keep your labia taut and neat-looking.  Your master took our advice and


allowed us to implant some silicone here.  Now your labia can stretch to accommodate


anything that will fit inside you, and more, but will always snap back to a tidy appearance.  I


see your surgeon opted for semi-rigid curved implants, so you'll always gape a little down


here.  Nice choice."




The developer stood now and slid his gaze from his subject's head to her toes, and back.


"Your waste valve has already been tested and is working well.  That's a mechanically


operated valve that we located an appropriate distance up your colon, to prevent messy


accidents that are common with a bowel as abbreviated as yours.  From now on you'll be


evacuated via a nozzle inserted up your ass to engage the valve.  A little enema, if needed,


and a good flush.  Below the valve you'll always be clean and ready for your master's cock.


We've also rerouted your urethra to dump into your colon above the waste valve, so you see


maintenance is really simplified."  His tone revealed his pride in the clinic's work.




"That's about it, except for some little silicone pads we slipped under your glutes to round


out your butt just right.  Oh, there was also some minor lipo here and there to tighten up


some soft spots, and the piercings, but that's all routine.  The major procedures all look to


be successful and healing well.  Wait till you see yourself - you're shaping up as a very fine


pleasure companion, and I think you're going to make your master very happy!"  he


beamed.




"We haven't done anything more with your legs so you should be up on your feet and back


in training very soon.  But for now you get to rest a little longer - after a little refresher


training.  Twelve?  The 1.0 setup for now.  Just to get her back in rhythm after being down a


while."




While the nurse busied herself the developer turned back to his restrained project.  "I


expect this is all a lot to absorb but don't forget your duties now, Jasmine!  There are still a


few sessions left with the HOE and I know you want to earn your pain blockers.  I'll be back


later to see how you've done."  With a bang the swinging door closed behind him.




The girl's head spun as she tried to envision and comprehend all the changes that had


been inflicted upon her.  She barely noticed as Nurse Twelve touched the oral training prod


to her new lip-tunnel, where it was sucked in reflexively until it formed a tight seal.  As the


anal waste nozzle was disengaged and replaced with the segmented training prod the girl


struggled to recall exactly how she came to be in this position, what she had done to


deserve this treatment.  When the masked attendant slipped out the vaginal retainer, then


used two hands to fit a massive, well-greased, multi-function training dildo into her gaping


pussy, Deborah's mind wept - but no tears welled in her wide, smiling eyes.




She started slightly as the commanding voice and lurid images of the training program


began on the overhead screen, but overwhelmed as she was she could not focus on them.


Struggling with confusion and despair, Deborah lay nearly oblivious as the modified body


that had once been her own responded unconsciously to the programmed instructions,


sucking and squeezing with trained precision.




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