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Part 8: Dana
(Author’s
note: I’d like to send warm thanks out
to the real, live Dana, who begged me so sweetly to write her personally into
this tale. Here’s what you asked me
for!)
“Dana!” cried Dan from the
front door, “Hurry up! We’re going to be
late!”
Grabbing her small purse and
stuffing her black knit hat onto her head, the young woman hurried out to the
driveway. 18 years old, with medium long
blond hair hanging straight over the front of her shoulders, she was quite a
looker. Her lean 5 foot 5 inch tall body
weighed only 96 pounds. Her slender
hips, rock hard stomach, and attractively perky ‘B’ size breasts, combined with
the outgoing attitude of a ‘Party’ girl made her very popular at school. Had made her popular, that is, since she had just
graduated last month. She missed seeing
her friends on a daily basis already.
Unlike previous summers, this year it was for good,
and she realized sadly that they would never all be together again.
Hurrying to get into the car,
she thought once again how lucky she was to have foster parents as great as Dan
and Barb Baker. Six months ago when she
turned 18, the state had stopped paying the Baker’s the monthly stipend for her
upkeep as a ward of the state.
Officially declared an adult, she’d received the papers telling her she
was on own now. Dan had insisted that
after living with them for 8 years she was one of the family now, and she
should stay as long as she needed, finish school, and get herself a job in the
real world. Today was one more example
of how great these people were, as Dan was taking her in to the city to the
doctor’s office on his own dime. She
needed a full physical and medical report before reporting to a job interview
she had lined up next week. Nervous, not
because of the physical, but at the prospect of moving out and getting a job,
she watched the scenery pass by out the car window as Dan began the long
drive. After four years of soccer, as
well as two grueling years on the competition cheerleading squad, passing a
physical fitness exam was the last thing she was worried about!
Pulling out a small MP3
player, Dana closed her eyes and zones out to some tunes for a few hours, not
paying any attention at all as Dan drove her towards the city. She didn’t pay any attention until the car
slowed down to enter a small parking garage along an alley. Climbing out of the car after Dan finished parking, she followed him to the elevator and rode it down
to the street. Crossing the deserted
city street, she followed as he went down a narrow stairwell to a large, solid
door and knocked. Exchanging quiet words
with the door man inside, he led her into the building, down the hall, and into
another elevator. The ride down seemed
to take a really long time.
As they stepped out into the
plush waiting room at last, the receptionist recognized Dan immediately. “Welcome Mr. Baker! Dr. Iverson is waiting for you in his
office. I believe you know the way by
now,” she said, pressing the switch to open the huge doors behind her
desk. Walking down hallways that had
that sterile, white, hospital look to them, she followed the man who had been a
father to her for the past 8 years into the doctor’s office.
“Dan! So good to see you again,” the doctor said,
extending his hand over the desk for a firm shake.
“Ron, I see you’re looking
well,” Dan replied. “How’s business?”
“Tolerable. Tolerable. I can’t complain. Is this the young lady you called me about?”
he asked, glancing at Dana, who had sat down in the only chair in the room.
“Yep, this is Dana. She’s been a ward of the state for the past 8
years, until she turned 18 last December.
I gotta love this state. Once they hit their 18th birthday,
the records are reviewed, and then sealed, never to see the light of day
again. It’s almost as if they never
existed. The only reason I didn’t bring
her by sooner was that she was still in school.
Fanatical records keepers, the school administrators are. But that’s all done now. She graduated last month, and we’re free and
clear. Have you got that new
experimental module you told me about last fall ready for field testing yet?”
Only half listening to the
conversation at first, Dana began to get a queasy feeling as the conversation
shifted to something she didn’t really understand. Leaning forward she began to pay full
attention to what the men were saying.
“Yes,
actually. We’ve got the first production model in the
lab right now and have been waiting for a suitable client to sell it to. Are you interested?” Ron asked.
“Hell yes! I’ve been itching to get my hands on one of
those since you gave me the specs!” Dan replied.
“Excuse me,” Dana
interrupted, “What does this have to do with my physical?”
“Sorry, my dear” Dr. Ron
said. “Slipped my mind that you were
here…” Reaching under the lip of the
desk he pressed a button and concealed arm and leg restraints whipped out of
the chair she was sitting in to totally immobilize her. “Now then young lady, sit still and be quiet
for a few minutes, or I’ll have an orderly bring in a gag too.”
Sitting in shock, Dana
starred in amazement at the doctor, expecting Dan to intervene and order him to
release her immediately! Shock turned to
dismay as Dan ignored her to continue his conversation with the mean doctor. She didn’t understand! What was happening here? Impetuous and head strong as only the young
could be, she was also highly intelligent.
A moment’s thought convinced her that the doctor had been totally
serious about sending for a gag, so she sat quietly, glaring at both men and
tried to figure out what kind of game they were playing.
Continuing as if he had never
been interrupted, Ron said, “Preliminary testing indicates that the device is
even more successful that we had originally thought. Installation, once thought to be nearly
impossible, has proved to be a snap using the new robotic surgeon we installed
last year.”
"Once
the tricky spinal interface is installed, everything else is cake. We can install the hardware on one day, and
begin training the next. Compare that to
the two-to-three weeks of grueling surgery required by the old method. The real bonus is in the new capabilities
though. The old controller just
monitored a girl's actions and sent pain signals to various points. This new controller integrates directly into
her spinal nerves. By recording the
signals sent to her brain by her body, we can reproduce any sensation at any
level of intensity we desire. Now,
instead of just pain, we can induce pleasure as well. How'd you like a triple strength orgasm at
the touch of a button as a reward for good behavior? It should shave weeks off the normal training
time!"
Following
along carefully now, Dana understood that she was the subject of their
conversation. The thought of being
subject to such control sent chills down her spine. Horror and fascination combined into a
confusing mix of conflicting sensations.
Just imagining being given such pleasure and pain as a means of control
made her quiver inside with dread and anticipation.
"Sounds great Ron. I'll
leave everything in your hands. You know
what I want. Just give me a call when
she's ready for delivery, there's no rush.
No one but Barb and I know she even exists, now that the state has
closed her files." Dan shook hands
one more time and walked out the door.
He didn't even pause on his way out as Dana cried after him,
"Please don't leave me!"
Beginning to
panic at last, Dana struggled uselessly against the chair, trying to free arms
or legs. Ignoring her grunts of
frustration and cries of fear, Dr. Iverson sat down to begin filling out the
paperwork for the procedure. Muttering
to himself, he scribbled notes and filled out forms for twenty minutes or so
before looking up again at the sobbing young woman tied down in front of him.
"You're
really quite lucky, you know," he said to her. "Dan is one of our best customers. He's brought us dozens of young ladies just
like you, and he always pays for the best.
He normally sells his girls after their training, but he works hard to
find good owners." Continuing along
as if nothing he had said was the least bit disturbing, he said, "Now, on
to the details."
"You're
going in this afternoon for a bit of surgery.
Basically, a sophisticated computer is going to be installed to let us
remotely monitor and control your every action.
You will then receive a few weeks of training, and a final bit of
encouragement to never give your master cause to return you, before we send you
home."
"Shhh." he said as Dana opened her mouth to
respond. "I know you have
questions. Everything will be clear in a
few days."
Pressing a
button he summoned two huge orderlies.
Each man got a firm grip on one of her arms before the chair restraints
retracted. Lifting her to her feet, they
marched her out into the corridor and down the hall. Dana turned her neck as she was dragged away,
to look longingly back at the passageway through which Dan had brought her
here. Dragging her along by her arms,
her feet sliding along the polished tile floor, they
eventually reached the operating room.
Each man grabbed hold of a leg as well as an arm and lifted her up on to
an operating table. A nurse was waiting
with a mask, which she forced down over Dana’s open mouth and nose. Try as she might, she couldn’t hold her
breath for long and in seconds the room began to dim to black as the gas
knocked her out cold.
Part
9: Pleasure and Pain
When she
woke up again, Dana found herself in a small room, maybe 6 feet by 10, with a
door at one end. Lying on a narrow bed,
she was completely naked, and goose bumps covered her body from the cold
air. As soon as she tried to move she
became aware for the first time that everything felt very strange. Lifting her head, there was a strange sensation
of lag between intent and action, as if the world was out of sync. She didn’t understand it at the time, but it
was a reaction to the new computer inside her body, intercepting and monitoring
all the signals being sent through her nervous system. Moving slowly, feeling extremely dizzy and off balance, Dana leaned up off the bed to take a
better look at the room. There was a
small table nearby with a glass of water and some pills, as well as a cold
sandwich. The thought of food send
nausea rolling through her gut, but the water sounded great. Taking the pills as well, she hoped they
would stem the rising headache that began pounding behind her eyes.
Trying to go
back to sleep was futile, and she gave it up after lying down for only a few
minutes. Always active as a child, now
she found that she just could not sit still and await her fate in this
terrifying new world. Slowly and
carefully at first, she stood up and began to pace the room. After a few minutes she felt a little better. The computer was getting a better grasp of
her internal nervous system signals and causing less distortion. If a little exercise was good, a lot might be
even better, so she began doing an easy workout, gradually increasing the pace
as the dizziness and strange time lag sensations decreased. Hours later, covered in sweat from a vigorous
workout, she was finally tired enough to fall into a troubled sleep.
The
technicians monitoring her gave the computers a full twenty four hours to
gather data, digest it, and then assemble it into a set of core programming
customized to Dana’s body. The next
morning they sent the two orderlies in to bring her to the next generation
research laboratory. Giving up hope of
being able to escape at this point, Dana meekly walked along as the two men
guided her firmly through the complex by her arms. Walking into the room, the first thing she
noticed was a pair of geeks behind some kind of computer console, starring
avidly at her naked body. Glaring at
them she tried vainly to cover herself, but the two men were already dragging
her across the room. Looking in the
direction they were carrying her she saw another large medical table, covered
in obvious straps and tie downs.
“NO!” she
screamed at the sight of the table. She
really didn’t want to be tied down helplessly as these men used her for some
kind of lab experiment! Kicking,
screaming, biting at the two men, they easily overpowered the slender young
woman and soon had her strapped tightly down to the table. Turning their backs, the orderlies walked out
of the room and left her alone with the two geeks. Fiddling with their equipment for a few more
minutes, the technicians ignored her thrashing struggle with the bed restraints
until the computers finished uploading the new firmware into her controller. Once they had a green light, they initiated
recording mode and began the data gathering process.
Oblivious to
her shouts and cries, one of the men lifted a sharp needle between thumb and
forefinger. Pushing down on a button at
the side of the bed, he made the bindings holding Dana tighten until she stopped
struggling. Next, he carefully began
poking the pin at her body, every few inches.
“OW! Stop
IT! OO! HEY!” Dana cried out at each
painfully sharp jab. Moving
methodically, the man covered every area of her body. He took particular care to jab exactly into
the tips of her tits, the end of her clitoris, and then ran a finely spaced
series of jabs down each lip of her vagina.
Screaming bloody murder when he stabbed her in the clit, she was reduced
to a sobbing wreck by the time he finished probing her entire vagina. With the flip of a lever, the bed rolled over
and she found herself lying face down on the other side. Continuing with the pin, the man then
completed covering her with painful jabs over her entire back side.
Begging and
pleading with them to stop, Dana repeatedly asked the man, “What are you
doing? Why are you doing this to me?”
Finishing
his work, the men both continued to ignore the girl until she finally collapsed
into a fit of sobbing tears. Once the
first man finished covering her body with the pin, the collected data was
analyzed, and then uploaded back into her controller. Running a quick test, the computer tech
played back the sequence several times in rapid succession.
“AAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW” the scream ripped from Dana’s lungs as she felt invisible pin jabs race painfully across her body from head to toe.
“Looks like that sequence works, Phil. Let’s move on to heat.”
The man picked up a small tool with a small, metal pin-head like tip. Striking the burner to light, he waited for the tip to heat up completely, and then repeated the same process as before, touching the hot tip to various parts of her body. Not as painful as the pin jabs had been, it was nevertheless quite hot, and not at all pleasant when he again began running it over her tender tit and pussy flesh. All hope of breaking free from her restraints gone by this point, Dana clenched her eyes shut tightly and tried to endure. Again the tech replayed the sensations, but this time he varied the intensity and location randomly as it played through the sequence several times. Sensations that ranged from mild heat to scorching blast furnace intensity raced randomly over her body.
“OOooOOooOoOOooooOOO OOO!!! OOOO!! Stop it! OoooOO OO NOOO” her voice modulated in pitch and volume in tune with the agony being visited on her helpless body.
“So far so good. Let’s do cold next.”
Once again a cruel tool was run over her body, this time giving the sensation of blistering cold. After she was subjected to a fast action replay to confirm the results were good, the technicians finally took a short break while the orderlies were summoned back to get her ready for the next phase.
Marching back in to the room, they began unhooking the straps holding Dana down on to the table. Too exhausted from struggling and cramping muscles to even lift her arms, she hung limply between the two men as they carried her into the next room. Looking like something out of a medieval dungeon, the room had more implements of torture and pain than Dana had ever even imagined might exist. Ignoring most of the more sinister looking items, the men carried her to the middle of the room and laid her on her back near a pair of thick wooden posts. Dejectedly, she lay still, unresisting as a thick leather strap was fastened to each ankle and wrist, and then locked in place. One of the men then fastened the wrist restraints together behind her back. Next the men both stood up, each lifting one leg up along a tall post until Dana was being held suspended in mid air. Fastening the leather collars to a hook on each post, the men left her hanging there as they walked out of the room again.
A short while later the two geeky technicians returned, wheeling in their equipment on a small push cart. While Gary set up the equipment on the cart, Phil studied the list he’d been given to see exactly which sensations the good doctor wanted imprinted on Dana’s controller. Smiling a few times as he went down the list, he finally set it down and prepared to begin.
The first item Phil removed from the wall was a leather whip. Raising it high, he carefully took aim and whacked Dana once solidly across the back, then butt, chest, left boob, right boob, left thigh, right thigh, and then two vicious cracks across her crotch, one from the front and one from the back. Barking out a sharp, short cry with each blow, Dana clenched her teeth and endured, all hope of mercy having vanished when they brought her into this room.
The next four hours was a brutal trial for young Dana, as she was subjected to tortures she’d never dreamed of. Hot candle wax. Electric shock. Clothes pins and alligator clips on her genitals. Cruel vaginal and anal insertions. At the end of it all, the techs created a routine to randomly assault her with selections from everything they’d done to her today, in rapid succession, and then let it play for half an hour as she hung suspended helpless by her ankles. Screaming until her voice broke, when the program finally played itself out the sudden release from pain allowed her to pass into unconsciousness at last.
Dana
awakened once more back in the small cell.
Still naked, she found herself lying on the bed, wrapped in a thick,
soft blanket with a plush pillow under her head. On the small table by the bed was a full set
of comfortable looking clothes. Although
she was still tender in a few places, most of the pain that had overwhelmed her
yesterday was now gone. Rolling out of
bed, she tentatively climbed into the clothing that had been left for her. It
was amazing how much emotional security could be conveyed by the simple
presence of shirt and pants.
Restless
with nervous energy and fear, Dana once again found herself pacing, jogging,
and bouncing in place to help calm her nerves.
When the doctor came for her, she was desperately afraid they were going
to give her a repeat of yesterday.
Expecting muscle bound orderlies and crude torture implements, she was
totally unprepared for the small man in the white lab coat who quietly opened
the cell door and calmly announced, "Come with me please."
Leaving the
door open, the man had already turned his back and was walking down the
hall. Dana stood frozen in place,
starring with longing at the open door, as the man disappeared around a corner.
Sudden pain slammed into her crotch, as
if someone had smacked her between the legs with a whip. Startled into motion by the pain, she raced
out the door trying to catch up with the man.
Rounding the corner, she just saw him pass through a closing door down
the hall.
Running, she
caught up before the man could reach the next turn and fell into step a pace
behind. A few minutes later she was led
to a hospital cafeteria. Waving his arm,
the man gestured her into line with the staff waiting for their breakfast. Ravenous with hunger, she stood in line with
her former tormentors, skittish and terrified that someone would realize their
mistake and send her back to the dungeon.
Creepily,
the doctor simply observed, not eating himself, as she collected a tray of food
and sat down. He took a seat across from
her at the long table and waited patiently for her to finish her meal. Even simple cereal and milk tastes like
heaven after two days without food. Once
she was done, the man stood and gestured for her to follow as he began moving
towards the door. After a short walk she
found herself in another lab. She had to
visibly force herself to cross the threshold at the sight of the lab table with
restraints.
"Please
remove your clothing and place it in the basket over there," the man
said. Clutching her arms tightly around
her chest, a wave of dismay flashed through Dana's entire body. It struck her suddenly just how badly she
needed the security blanket that her clothing provided. Unable to move, she stood frozen in place
until the man once more gave her a correction.
This time burning heat seemed to crawl all over her body. Screaming, Dana
began peeling of clothes and tossing them away.
The doctor did not stop the pain until she had gathered up every item
and placed it in the basket.
Patting at a
spot on the end of the exam table, the man said, "Sit here."
Once she was
in place, the man explained, "There are just a few more things I need you
to do before I hand you over to your trainer."
Pulling out a
small needle, he carefully injected a small amount of liquid into her arm. Almost immediately she felt a pleasant rush
wash over her for a minute. Touching a
control, the man repeated the sensation a few times to test her controller.
Next he
pulled out a box and set it on the bench beside her. Looking inside, she quickly averted her gaze
after recognizing the contents. "I
need you to achieve an orgasm so we can record the sensation. Take your time, and get it right. Believe me, the
better you do this now, the happier you'll be later." Locking the door on the way out, the man left
her alone to give her at least the illusion of privacy.
Contemplating
the bizarre collection of sex toys in the box, Dana tried to decide whether to
cooperate with this latest indignity or not.
She was seriously pissed to be used so callously, and wanted nothing
more than to spit in someone's face. But
as she thought about it, it occurred to her that this might be the only
opportunity she ever got to help herself.
She realized that these people could inflict as much horrible torture on
her as they wanted, but only she could provide them the tools necessary to
reward her with pleasure as well.
Stirring
through the contents of the box with one hand, she selected a simple, smooth
skinned vibrator and a small tube of KY jelly.
Setting the rest of the freak show collection of gadgets out of sight,
she applied a bit of gel to the vibrator, and smoothed a bit more onto her
pussy. Trying to forget that she was
being recorded, Dana turned on the vibrator and began gently stroking over her
pussy. Taking her time, she closed her
eyes, lay back on the table, and imagined herself to be elsewhere. Gently inserting the vibrator, she began
making long, smooth strokes, sliding it slowly in and out, as she tried to
awaken her body.
After twenty
minutes she finally managed to generate a modest orgasmic surge, which the
technicians recorded. Noticing that she
had not stopped, however, they continued watching and recording her actions. Relaxing and beginning to get in the mood at
last, she was able to spike again a few minutes later. This time she received a very nice double
orgasm as she continued working the vibrator.
Stroking faster, she began plunging the toy in abruptly then withdrawing
it in smooth, slow strokes. At last she
began climbing higher and higher, building tension by moving the vibrator very
slowly, in and out. Nearly ready to
scream with anticipation, she released the explosive tension by suddenly
plunging to vibrator in and out as fast as she could. The sudden stimulation pushed her even higher
for a few moments, and then crashed down in a spectacular orgasm.
"ooooOOOOO" she groaned, eyes
rolling up in her head.
Relaxing
back in limp pleasure, utterly spent, Dana let the still humming vibrator drop
to the floor.
The techs
left her alone for half an hour after that.
They needed time for the computer to digest the data, Dana needed time
to recover her composure, and several of the men needed time to change their underwear
after watching that fantastic display!
Freshly changed, the doctor entered the room again carrying a small
remote control unit.
"That
was truly spectacular my dear," he informed her. "As a reward for that splendid effort,
I'm going to give you a demonstration of the full range of pleasures you've
helped us create, just for you. Lie back
on the table and relax. I don't want you
to fall off and hurt yourself."
Lifting the
remote, he began cycling through the settings as he narrated. "At the low end of the scale we have
these 5 settings."
Built using
her first, mild orgasm, the increasingly intense jolts of pleasure ranged from
a mild buzz that jump started her heart rate, to a wild surge that brought up
an uncontrollable gasp from deep in her throat.
"In the
middle range we have these two settings"
The first
was a splendid double orgasm, just like she remembered it, only boosted to
about double the intensity. Groaning in
ecstasy, Dana could not catch her breath for a minute. Waiting for her to recover, he triggered the
second setting.
"oooo OOOOO!!!" Dana groaned,
legs twitching uncontrollably. Digitally
enhanced, it was much like the last setting, but this time the two orgasms were
spaced closer, about a half second apart, and the second surge was twice as
intense as the first.
"Did
you like that?" the man smiled.
"oooo OOOO!
OOOOO!! OOOOOO!!!!" she screamed loudly as he gave two shots back to back.
Dana's whole
body was awash with adrenaline and her heart was beating wildly. Sweat was gushing from every pore in her
body, and she had strong aftershocks of pleasure tingling and radiating
sympathetically from her pussy to her chest.
Panting like a dog with heat stroke, she gasped for air in fast, deep
breaths. The doctor gave her a full ten
minutes to recover.
Once she had
her breathing and heart rate back under control, he continued with the
demonstration. "Wonderful as that
must have been, I think you'll enjoy this last setting even more."
Dana looked
up at the man in alarm as he reached for the remote again. She wasn't sure she could survive anything
more intense than that last orgasm.
Built from the tremendously satisfying third orgasm she'd originally
achieved on her own, the computer had enhanced it, turning it into a full minute
of continuous orgasm that surged and pulsed and grew steadily more intense with
every second.
"ooooOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Dana
began wailing, voice rising in pitch.
After a few seconds she began thrashing arms and legs. Drool spilled over from her mouth, and her
voice cracked and broke as the 60 second surge of indescribable pleasure
crashed down at last. Her thrashing body
jerked violently as the sensation crashed down at last, her eyes rolled up in
the back of her head as she passed out, and her unconscious body flew off the
table to smack into the floor.
"Hmm,”
muttered the technician, “Maybe we'd better take that setting down a
notch." Looking down at the
sprawled, naked body of the girl at his feet, he called in the orderlies to
return her to her room to begin training in the morning.
Part 10: Training Dana
"Wake
Up!" blasted out of the ceiling speaker.
Dana bolted up off the bed, suddenly wide awake and confused. She found herself standing naked in the
little cell she was becoming so familiar with.
Noticing a clean pair of clothes on the table, she moved to get
dressed. As she took the first step
towards them she felt the shock of a whip cracking over her crotch.
"AAAAaaa"
in agony, she collapsed to the floor under the sudden brutal pain.
"You
have not been told to get dressed yet." a voice informed her through the
speaker in the ceiling.
"I am
your computer trainer. You will obey
each of my commands promptly, without hesitation or complaint. Do you understand?"
Dana stared
around the empty room, a resentful look on her face at the unfairness of that
punishment, as she listened to the voice.
She nodded her head in reply to the question.
"You
will answer 'Yes Master' or 'No Master' to any question."
Afraid to
get off the floor without permission, Dana nodded her head once more in reply.
"OOOOOO!!"
she screamed as the pain of a whip smacking her right boob exploded through her
body.
"OOWWWW!!"
she cried a few seconds later as the pain lanced at the left boob.
Suddenly
realizing what she'd done wrong, Dana cried out loudly "Yes Master!!"
and cringed inside waiting for the next blow.
A pair of
sharp pin pricks jabbed her in each foot and knee just before the voice
announced "Stand up." Once she
had climbed to her feet she immediately felt the pin jabs again, this time
knee-foot and the voiced announced "Sit down."
"Those
sharp painful jabs you feel poking at you are signals to perform a
command. Today we will begin teaching
you what those and many more command signals mean. You must learn to recognize and obey all the
hundreds of signals that will be used to control your every action from now
on. So let us begin…"
The sharp
jabs struck foot-knee again. Expecting a
verbal order to follow, she hesitated a couple seconds before starting to climb
to her feet. Too Late! A slashing pain burned across both of her ass
cheeks, and she fell back to the floor in shock. She received another shot through the crotch
before she finally managed to stand back up again. Sit.
Stand. Sit. Stand. She completed the last several
repetitions without incident. Then a
mild wave of pleasure touched her gently, running upwards from her crotch, as
she was rewarded with a small orgasm for her obedience. She spent the next hour learning basic body
movements and performing simple exercises at an ever increasing pace. Once she had learned basic movement commands,
she was driven like a wooden robot, step by staggering step, down the hall to
the cafeteria where she was allowed a few minutes to eat breakfast before being
steered once more back to her cell.
For the rest
of the day, Dana continued to receive instructions and had to practice
responding to the non-verbal commands of her inanimate master until she was
drenched in sweat and weak in the knees.
The computer was demanding and merciless, dishing out severe punishment
for any mistake or the slightest hesitation in her obedience, but also generous
in rewarding any long stretch of successful completion of its commands. By the end of the long day, Dana was
desperately trying to please, not just because she was terrified at the thought
of how far they might take their punishments of her body, but also because she
began to actually crave the wonderful orgasmic rewards she was given for being
a good girl. After once more being
walked down to the cafeteria, this time much more smoothly since she had had
much more practice obeying her controller, she had dinner and was sent back to
her cell for the night. As she lay down
and prepared to go to sleep in exhausted misery and shame, a tremendous wave of
orgasm began showering inside her vagina, radiating increasingly heavy pulses
of delight throughout her body. It went
on and on and ON, for nearly ten minutes, before slowly decreasing and fading
away, leaving her shivering with the withdrawal. The thought ran through her mind as she lay
there in her bliss, remembering how much more powerful they had made the
orgasms feel during yesterday’s demonstration, and she decided then and there
that she never wanted to find out what they could do with the horrible
tortures they’d recorded the day before!
It was hours more before she finally managed to fall asleep.
She was
awakened with a sharp, pin-like jab at her clitoris, then a silent command to
stand up. Scrambling to clear the sleep
out of her eyes and make it to her feet before she could be punished, Dana
raced to the center of the room.
Immediately she was given a continuous string of command that had her
jumping, spinning, running, and otherwise dancing about the room gymnastically
for a very strenuous morning workout.
After about an hour, once she’d worked up a good sweat, she was marched
out the door. As she walked away, she
looked with longing back over her shoulder for a moment at the clothes still
neatly folded next to her bed. Down a
different set of corridors than she’d seen before, she was directed into a room
with an open shower stall full of men.
Stopping at the entranceway in alarm, suddenly extremely self conscious
of her naked body, she was give three rapid whip cracks of pain across ass,
boobs, and finally the crotch before she marched reluctantly in to meet her
fate.
Washing up
at an open show head, she tried valiantly to ignore the half dozen men
showering with her, rubbing up against her body, occasionally running a hand
across her belly or fondling her breasts from behind. When she’d finished with the soap, several
men stepped up and surrounded her, then began aggressively pawing and fondling
her breasts, and fingering out her vagina.
Knowing she had no choice, she just stood numbly and let it happen. Two
of the men lifted her up by her legs and brought her pussy crashing down onto
the outthrust penis of the third man, who began pumping himself into her as
hard as he could for several minutes, until he let loose a good solid wad of
white, creamy cum inside her cunt.
Switching places, the other men took their turn, one using her ass
viciously, making Dana scream and writhe desperately against the horrible
intruder. She was an Anal virgin up to
this point, and the sudden, violent rape of her ass upset her terribly. Finished with his cruelty at last, the men
switched places once again. The third
man waved a signal at the other two, who rotated Dana upside down and lifted
her up into the air, hoisting Dana's cum covered crotch up to the shower head
to give her sore ass and cunt a thorough cleaning with the near scalding hot
water. The third ran his fingers through
the hair on the back of her head and got a two-fisted grip. Angling her body outward a bit he pressed the
tip of his penis against her pursed lips, then squeezed his fists tighter
threateningly. Dana opened her mouth
wide and the man invaded her, gently forcing 14 inches of massive cock straight
down the back of her throat. Ordinarily,
Dana actually enjoyed giving a blow job and did so unselfishly with her sexual
partners. This was different. The man gripped her head by the hair and he
fucked her throat as fast and as deep as he could drive his cock, in and out,
over and over. She could feel his head
forcing her throat to bulge open with each stroke and had to fight so hard
trying not to gag that she almost forgot about the burning attack of water
scouring at her crotch. Wanting to die,
terrified of fighting back, she endured until the man finally pumped his huge
load so far into her throat that it went directly into her stomach. Satisfied at last, the men dumped her
casually to the floor and left her there.
The computer
immediately took over again, driving Dana to her feet, out the door, and off to
meet her first human instructor. Sore
and still dripping wet from the showers, she was marched down mostly empty
hallways, trying desperately to ignore the hungry looks she received from the
few men she passed along the way, until she reached a good size room at the end
of one hallway. Noticing that there were
half a dozen men waiting inside for her, she balked suddenly at the doorway.
Zap. Zaaap. ZAAAP! The controller sent repeated, escalating
shots of pain at Dana’s crotch until she continued moving into the room. Once she had reached the center of the room,
she was completely surrounded by the six men and they each lifted a remote
control in one hand and waved it at her.
She shuddered as, without a word, each of the men began pressing
buttons, sending conflicting commands to her in rapid order. Struggling to obey as best she could, often
the men sent simultaneous commands that could not both be
completed at the same time. The computer
automatically punished any mistake or failure to comply, and as she danced, and
cavorted around the room under their control, she also was receiving vicious
punishments all over her body. The men
kept it up for about half an hour, testing her willingness to obey, before they
began their real training session.
After
successfully passing her obedience test, the men began training her sexually,
sending her from one upraised cock to the next, forcing her to use mouth,
pussy, and ass repeatedly to satisfy each man in turn. Somehow there was something much more
personal, much more humiliating about being controlled by a real person with a
small plastic remote control in his hand, than there was when it was an
invisible computer alone in her cell.
After sucking off the first man, and having her vagina reamed out
cruelly by the second, the third man lined up to give her a good ass fuck and
she lost it completely. Screaming
wildly, she kicked the man in the shin and began running for the door. She made it about two steps before her entire
body exploded in pain.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
came ripping out of her throat as her body collapsed in convulsions onto the
floor. All six men had triggered severe
punishment commands, and she felt like she was being burned, whipped, beaten,
stabbed, electrocuted, and flayed alive all at the same time. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt
like forever. The rest of the day was a
blur, as Dana obeyed woodenly the increasingly humiliating commands, learning
new signals, and practicing giving whatever pleasure the men demanded. At the end of the day the men wanted to
celebrate their success in training their new slave, and one of the men lined
up six long neck beer bottled on the floor about a foot apart. Dana was walked over to straddle the first
bottle, then given commands to spread her legs further
and further, doing the splits over the bottle and driving it completely inside
her pussy. Ordered to stand, she was
marched over to the first man who pulled the bottle out several inched, pulled
it forward firmly, then twisted it sharply to remove the cap. Pulling the bottle the rest of the way out,
he took a sip of beer as Dana was being driven back to fetch the next
bottle. Dana looked down at the second
bottle with revulsion as she was forced to take it into her sore pussy and
return it to the next man in line.
“UUNGH!” she
cried as the second man ruthlessly twirled the bottle inside her. The sharp edged cap scraped around and around
inside her painfully, but could not get enough tension to twist off.
“Clench your
twat as I twist it bitch, or I’ll spin this thing in there all night!”
Desperate to
stop the horrible scratching pain, Dana tried to obey, clenching tightly, and
as the man twisted the bottle once more it suddenly hurt like hell as the edges
of the cap bit deeply into her inner flesh, but the cap finally twisted off and
the man removed the bottle from her now bleeding vagina. Four bottles later and blood was oozing
slowly down her legs from her battered pussy.
By the time she’d served up the last bottle, the first two men were
waiting for another, so she was sent to the fridge to line up six more beers on
the floor and begin again. When she was
done serving up the second round, with twelve bottle caps crammed into her
bleeding pussy, she was finally sent off to get some supper and then back to
her cell for the night.
In the
morning they sent her to the showers again, where one of the men rudely removed
the bottle caps with his inserted fingers, then forced a good amount of alcohol
up inside her to clean the wound.
Screaming her lungs out for almost half an hour at the pain, she didn’t
find out until much later that they’d taken the liberty of recording that
sensation for future use.
Dr. Iverson
stopped by during her morning training session to check on her progress. Impressed with the speed at which they were
able to move along, he left again a bit later, leaving one last directive to
the trainers. “Take her down to the
track during lunch. Make sure the geek
squad gives her a good workout. Dan
say’s she’s a good sprinter and he want’s her to have plenty of practice for
the club picnic.”
When the
time came, the race track proved to be entirely worse than Dana had
feared. Arms bound behind her back, she
was blindfolded and made to run the track as fast as she could pump her legs
with nothing to guide her but the painful signals burning at her clitoris and
nipples. She knew she was a fast runner,
but the men made sure that she gave her all by constantly holding down the
“Nitrous” button, making her clitoris feel like it was being burned by a blow
torch! Running and turning around the
track as best she could while completely blinded, she began sobbing
uncontrollably as the men began deliberately running her into walls, over
obstacles, tripping her up then punishing her soundly for failing to stay on
her feet. In abject misery she abandoned
herself completely within her mind and became nothing more than a toy for cruel
boys to play with as those chose.
Locking in that mind set, she maintained it throughout the day as she
was sent down to the gymnasium to service as many of the men on the staff as
she could before being sent off to bed.
Giving herself over completely to her computer controller, Dana was a
real crowd pleaser, offering anal, vaginal, and oral sex simultaneously to the
men who lined up at both ends of her body.
The staff was so pleased by her performance that they decided to
accelerate her graduation.
The next
morning, Dana was led down to the dungeon to receive her final training, the
pain aversion treatment that was so effective in permanently deterring these
slaves from thoughts of escape. With her
new and improved implants, Dana’s training was a thing of beauty. Never before could such levels of pain be
inflicted on the trainee’s without causing terribly disfiguring scars or
severed body parts. She was subject to
24 hours of pain that had her howling so loudly that even the permanent
residents of the dungeon were looking at her in terror and disbelief. By the next morning when they let her out at
last, Dana was inwardly begging to be used, abused, beaten, burned, pierced,
whipped, anything and everything, just don’t do this to me ever again,
please!!
She was
given one more night in the cell, and she collapsed instantly into a troubled
sleep, dreaming a constant series of nightmares from which she could not
awake. In the morning she was once again
given her exercises, sent down for a shower, this time without molestation,
then back to her room. At long last she
was allowed to dress, pulling on the clothes quickly and hugging her newly
covered body as she rocked slowly back and forth on her bed. “Clothes” consisted of a short mini-skirt and
a halter top, with a thin pair of thongs for her feet. She wondered idly if she would ever again be
allowed to wear underwear, as she waited for whatever would come next. Finally she was driven out of the room down
to the cafeteria, and given breakfast. After
an eerily normal morning feast of cereal and fruit, she was sent down the
hallway again and found herself in Dr. Iverson’s office. Dan was there waiting for her, to take her
back home at last.
“I’ll have
her back next weekend for delivery to the Thompson’s, Ron. After 8 years of dreaming about what I’d like
to do to this little piece of ass, I’ve just got to take a week to exercise my
fantasies before I turn over the keys,” Dan was explaining.
“Well, here
she is, and I must say that her training was all that we’d hoped it would
be. Enjoy her all you like, I’m sure
that Steve won’t mind a few extra days delay at this point. We’ll see you next week!”
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