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Jessica's Conversion - 8
Chapter 8
Jessica's experiences followed a pattern for the next several days. Each morning
she was shaken awake by one of the staff members and given a fairly hearty
breakfast with every kind of fruit, pastry, meat, and other items she could
desire. The one odd part of her breakfast menu was, of course, the tumbler of
semen that was poured over all parts of her meal by the attendant. She was
slowly getting used to the flavor of it on such things as waffles, pancakes, and
toast. When she encountered a particularly tart or unpleasant variety, she was
able to drink orange juice or fresh water to help dilute the taste it left in
her mouth.
After breakfast, she was taken to a conditioning room where once again she would
be hooked to the electrical stimulus machine and made to perform sexually with
dozens of men. Vaginal intercourse always climaxed with ejaculations in her
mouth or face. Her own orgasms were programmed to occur with the feeling of
semen on her skin, and she shuddered though dozens of them each and every day.
Gradually, she actually began to find the normal vaginal thrusting unpleasant,
because whenever a man's penis was actually in her, the sensations being
programmed electrically were quite annoying. Interestingly enough, when being
taken anally, no negative stimulation was applied, and Jessica found herself
becoming more and more immune, if not used to, the feeling of a hard cock in her
rectum. She swallowed spurt after uncounted spurt of semen each day.
Her lunch was little more than a sandwich or bowl of soup and a large glass of
semen. Her dinner, although satisfying, was as well accompanied by the liquid
from male testes. Her captors saw to it that, in addition to the ejaculations
directed to her orally after regular sexual encounters, she drank at least three
large glasses of sperm every day. Jessica began to notice that she could detect
very minute differences in the texture, consistency, and taste of the various
semens deposited on her tongue by the men she had sex with. Still, though, her
stomach roiled each time she had to swallow the oily substance.
Then one day after a breakfast of bacon and eggs with sperm, her guard led her
out of the room without letting her dress. "Guess what we got planned for you
today, honey", he snarled at her. "Something we call target practice. I think
you'll like it! Hah Hah" he sneered, chuckling under his breath. He walked her
down the halls of the chateau and they entered a large room Jessica had never
seen before.
The room was about 30 feet square, with a floor that sloped gently towards the
middle. Benches were set up in several rows around the middle of the room. In
the very center of the room was a slight depression sunken about two feet lower
than the rest of the floor. Jessica peered curiously at the strange contraption
in the sunken area. It appeared to be a truncated cone about two feet wide at
the widest part, of some sort of transparent material, with several concentric
cirles of red painted on it. There was an opening about six inches around in the
narrow end of the cone. The cone was tilted at an angle of about 45 degrees from
vertical, held secure in a wooden stand. Behind and below the small opening in
the cone, on the floor of the depression, was a carpeted stool. There were about
two or three dozen men standing around in the room, talking in small groups, or
sitting on the benches. They each had towels wrapped around their otherwise nude
bodies. Jessica recognized several of the men as participants in her earlier
training sessions. One of the men came up to her.
"Welcome to our target practice session. We call it that because, as you can
see, the cone is painted like a target. The bulls-eye is in the center of the
cone. Your head and face, primarily, will protrude through the hole to make a
human bulls-eye for us to aim at. Now, if you will be so kind...".
He ...
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