te Control Love Slave Another story by 2Perverse
WARNING: This is a story of Dark fantasy, depicting extreme violence and
perverse acts in graphic detail. Although it is pure fiction and does not
contain any true events, many readers will find this story offensive or
disturbing. If you are not looking for extreme dark fantasy with elements
of violence and perversion, this story is not for you.
Story Codes: M/f F/f exhib incest mod teen BDSM slavery high school real
reluctant humiliation serious
Synopsis: A well to do man sends his step daughter off to a clinic for
some extreme modifications, turning her into a remote control sex slave.
Her mother is led to believe she was sent to a girls school to learn
manners and discipline
Part 1: The Clinic
Jack checked the address on the wall one more time, and compared it
against the sheet of paper he had been given. The bare metal door at the
bottom of the stairwell did not look inviting, and certainly was not what
he'd expected from the description he'd been given of the clinic. Mentally
shrugging, he walked down the steps and knocked one time, as instructed. A
brief moment passed before the door was opened by a large, casually dressed
man, obviously a bouncer.
"Invitation?" he said.
Jack handed over the plain, blank white business card he'd been given.
Taking the card, the bouncer inserted it in a small box inside the door and
examined it closely through the glass top. Jack could not see what was
revealed under the reader, but it must have passed muster.
"Please step this way sir," the man said, inviting him in. With a thud
the door was latched firmly behind him, and the bouncer led the way down a
long empty hall. At the end there was a single elevator, door standing
open. The bouncer swiped a card over the black reader and the elevator
dinged once.
"Step inside sir, Dr. Iverson will meet you in the lobby."
Nervously, Jack stepped in to the elevator, and the door immediately
closed. Reaching for the button, he was startled to note that there
weren't any. Momentary panic was eased as the elevator began to descend,
rapidly, by the feel. Several whole minutes passed, and Jack began to
wonder what he was getting himself into. Finally, after what must have
been thousands of feet of decent, the elevator stopped, and the door
opened.
Jack stepped out into a large, brightly lit lobby, with comfortable
couches and chairs placed strategically around coffee tables and cheerful
plant arrangements. Artful pieces decorated the walls, giving a warm,
inviting feel to the room. Straight across from the elevator, thirty feet
or so away, was a closed, heavy oak double door. Off to the right of it
was a small receptionist desk, complete with a small, female receptionist.
Striding across the room, Jack approached the girl, who looked up and
said, "Please have a seat, sir, the Dr. will be with you in a moment."
Choosing to stand instead, Jack admired the artwork on the walls for
about five minutes while he waited. The large doors opened, smooth and
surprisingly quiet and a tall man in a white doctor's overcoat stepped out.
"I do apologize for being late Mr. Stevens. I'm Dr. Iverson. Please,
step inside and let's go to my office, and see how we might best assist
you." Walking down the hall, it was some small distance through a maze of
hospital like corridors to the office.
Finally, seated at his desk, Dr. Iverson asked, "So, what can we do for
you, Mr. Stevens?"
Taking a seat in a plush lounge chair in front of the desk, Jack sat
back and addressed the doctor. "I've been given a brief description of
what you do here, of course. And it goes without saying that price is no
object, or I daresay I'd not have made it past your front door." Smiling,
he chuckled. Jack was a genius at stock picking, and had amassed quite a
respectable pile of cash over the last 15 years.
"However, I'm a little vague on the particulars, as it were. I wonder
if you might give me the nickel tour, show off your, um, capabilities, and
demonstrate any, er, limitations? I'd like to get a feel for the, er, full
range of potentials, before I place my order."
"Hmmm," he replied. "Yes. A lot of our higher end clients tend to
feel that way. We've set up a kind of show room in the new wing. Would
you like to take a look?"
"Yes please," Jack replied, "that would be excellent."
Grabbing a key card out of his desk, the doctor led the way to another
elevator. Waving the card at the reader, the doors popped open. This time
the ride was brief, descending only a few floors. Entering a new hallway,
they walked a few yards and entered a door to the left. This room looked
like a small night club, bar in one corner, rich looking tables with
leather chairs were spaced around the room. Two chairs faced the bar,
where several young women sat on the tall chairs, quietly chatting. On the
chair arms rested four large remote controls. Picking up one at random, Dr
Iverson said, "Watch this."
Jack watched with interest as he pressed a button labeled "Come Here."
One of the women in the middle flinched, then bolted upright and ran
over to stand at attention in front of the Dr., eyes focused down on her
toes. "Here, you try it," he said, handing over the remote.
Studying the controls for a moment, Jack pressed "Strip", and she began
tossing clothes to the floor. Next he tried "Dance," which brought up a
menu on the display, listing possibilities. Jack scrolled down and
selected "Pole Dance." She immediately stepped up onto the runway and
began a rather nice routine.
"Very nice," Jack said. "So how does it work?"
"Well, our process involves implanting controls into the woman that can
give stimulus indicating the desired action. In basic term, small
electrodes are surgically installed at key, highly sensitive nerve
locations, including clitoris, nipples, anus, tongue, etc. The number and
capability of these is adjustable with the sales package, of course. These
are connected to a computerized controller, the central brain if you will,
installed internally, that is programmed to send spikes of electricity to
the probes, in various patterns and intensity based on which button you
press on the remote. Then it's just a matter of conditioning, teaching a
subject that a hard, strong jolt on her clitoris means 'Come Here!' and
several short stabs at clit and nipples mean 'Strip' and so on. There's no
real limit to the command set, but each girl has to be trained extensively
until she learns what each pattern means. Part of any purchase package
includes a thorough training period, to condition her to the basic command
set."
"Impressive," Jack responded. "I was told you've been experimenting
with some more advanced models?"
"Yes, those are across the hall. We've added some sensors to the
controller to give us some feedback. The electronics can sense position,
motion, direction, even external conditions like temperature, etc. We've
developed a wide array of internal sensors to determine if commands are
being obeyed. For instance, we have a pussy caliber that measures
penetration depth and width. Also worth noting is our remote access and
monitoring package, which includes a cellular modem, and audio and video
sensors. You can see and hear what she does, and control her from anywhere
you've got cell phone coverage! One of the best features of our new ZR1000
controller is automation, and intelligent monitoring. Programs can be
written to automatically monitor activity, or record detailed instructions
to be performed on a schedule. Punishment can be given automatically for
any deviation from her allowed list of actions."
"Wow! I'd love to see that in action!" Jack's palms actually began to
sweat, thinking of all the delicious possibilities!
"Well then, let's step across the hall. But first..." Reaching for the
remote he pressed "Release." Up on the dance stage, the woman stopped
gyrating, and then sat on the floor. Sweat covered her body, as she had
been really going at that pole.
"One of the biggest problems with these simple units," the doctor
explained. "People are always forgetting to turn them off. Either the
subject continues until damaged, or she gives up and ignores the last
command that was given. Then we have to either forgive her, or punish her
unfairly for disobedience. Bad for discipline, that. The new controllers
have built in watchdogs for forgotten remotes. The can automatically send
release commands, or even complex orders to return to a specific condition,
say, dressed and back in her cage with the door locked."
Leading the way across the hall, the entered a large room laid out like
a go kart track. Six young women stood in what seemed to be the pit area,
completely naked. Each had a think layer of electrical tape wrapped around
her head, covering eyes and ears thoroughly, and arms bound behind her
back. Large, two digit numbers were painted across each woman's back, and
someone had even slapped a few bumper stickers and logos across their
asses.
Near the door was a raised platform overlooking the track, with six
arcade-like stations, containing a steering wheel, gear shift, and foot
peddles.
"Our engineers really went all out on this one. We wanted a demo of our
new, total control unit, with optional safety features. Let me show you."
Stepping up to a controller, he stepped lightly on the gas and one of
the girls began walking forward.
"Pressing on the gas pedal sends a jolt into her clitoris. Sensors
monitor her speed and adjust the intensity based on how fast she moves. A
comparison is made between her speed, what gear I've selected, and how much
I press the pedal. A big difference gives her a big jolt that scales down
to zero as she reaches the correct speed. A similar jolt to her ass
indicates she should slow down, and jolts to each tit tell her to turn left
or right. Watch this!"
Turning the wheel, he steered her around the others women in the pit and
out onto the track. Stomping on the gas made her grunt, and then begin
running flat out. He steered her around the track a few laps, then
deliberately drove her at a wall. Expecting the blind girl to pile into
the wall she could not see, Jack was surprised when she braked to a stop
about a foot in front of it.
"Took some painful system calibration to get that to work right, let me
tell you! Anyway, that was a demonstration of the smart controller
system. Position tracking monitors her every step, and automatically sends
the commands to stop before she hit the wall. This is highly programmable,
and even optional." Flipping a switch market SAFTEY to the off position,
and shifting to reverse, he backed the girl up, then shifted through
forward gears again to send her racing around the track once more.
"Certain commands are just more fun than others," he commented. Pressing
down on a button labeled "Nitrous," the girl began screaming, and then
seemed to be pushing for all the extra speed her legs would give.
"This button sends a maximum intensity clitoral shock, giving her some
serious incentive to run faster!"
Ignoring the turn at the end of the track, he led her straight at the
wall. This time she plowed in, running flat out, and bounced backward head
over heals, then lay still. Pushing a button on the wall intercom, he
said, "Medic to Demo 2." The Dr. turned back to Jack as a medical team
raced in to cart the limp body down to the hospital wing.
"Of course, entertaining as this demonstration is, it's not really what
most of our clientele is looking for. The basic hardware install is the
same, however, and we have a number of, shall we say, more practical,
training environments. Have you chosen a particular training plan yet?"
"I'm still trying to make up my mind between a few variations. I was
wondering, could you tell me what the differences were between Slave:
Traditional, Slave: Bondage, and Slave: Torture are." replied Jack.
"Hmmm, let's see. Traditional means simple obedience, like a pet, do
the dished, suck my cock, that kind of thing. Bondage slaves are expected
to receive a certain amount of pain and bondage, and get extra obedience
training to harden them. Torture is like Bondage, but at a whole extra
level, and requires extensive obedience training. We warrantee that
nothing you do to one of our Torture slaves can break her training, or the
next one's free. Cost and training time can be extreme for this model,
however."
"I see. I understand that I can arrange for pickup and delivery when I
schedule a procedure?"
"Yes, talk with our receptionist on the way out and she can make the
appointment."
On the way back to the doctors' office, Jack found that he was very
impressed by the clinic. Contemplating his schedule and trying to imagine
the possibilities, he made up his mind. For what he intended, Slave:
Torture, was probably the best bet.
Taking a seat in the easy chair in front of the receptionist's desk, he
said "I'd like to place and order for pickup and return delivery."
"Excellent sir," replied the woman. "Please fill out this order form,
and specify all the features you'd like installed. If there is anything
you'd like that is not listed on the form, please give a detailed
description on the back of the form, and we shall do our best."
Sitting back, Jack began filling out the form, checking off features and
desired training packages. Grinning like a kid in a candy store, he
couldn't help a brutal erection from the anticipation. Finished at last,
he handed the form back to the woman behind the desk.
Looking over the form, she said, "Excellent choice sir. When would you
like us to pick up the subject?"
"Next Friday, at 9:00am would be perfect. She thinks she's going to
summer camp," he chuckled. "How long do you expect it will be until I get
her back?"
"Let me check on that sir," she replied. Taking the form, she ducked
through the doors and returned with Dr. Iverson a few minutes later.
Perusing the form in detail, he was muttering to himself, then looked up
and said, "Hmmm, let's see... This one could take some time. 10 days for
the hardware install. The new oversize fuel cell membranes we use to power
the computer are a bitch to install, at least to do it without leaving any
scarring. Really amazing stuff, actually, pulls sugar from the blood
stream and makes electricity to operate our little toys. Don't worry about
scarring, by the way. Our surgeons are really top notch, and we do
everything through existing openings, like the belly button, or vagina.
Anyway, better figure at least 45 days for training. Can you spare her for
two months?"
"I'll manage. Summer camp should make a good cover for the neighbors.
Her mother thinks she's going away to a finishing school, to learn some
manners."
"Yes, I see you've selected some discipline and cultural training in her
package. May I ask the subjects' age?"
"Let's see, she'll be 14 by the time I get her back. It's my step
daughter. Hot little number, but she has a mouth like a truck driver, and
attitude up to HERE!" Jack said. "We told the girl its summer camp, and
she's expecting a few weeks of fun and frolic out from under her mother's
thumb." Jack said, with an evil chuckle.
Amused, the doctor smiled, "She'll have a bit of a rude surprise then."
Handing over a piece of paper, he continued. "Please wire this amount to
that bank account, and we'll see you on Friday to take delivery of your
step daughter Mr. Stevens."
Part 2: Surgery
It was Friday morning, and Stephanie had just finished packing her
travel bag and was zipping it closed. From downstairs, her creepy
stepfather Jack called up, "Stephanie, hurry up! Your ride is here."
Anxious to be gone, she tried to hurry it up. She really wanted to get
away for a couple weeks. Mom was seriously getting on her nerves, and Jack
had been extra creepy the last few days. Dragging the bag off her bed she
rolled it out the door. She was hoping she'd packed enough clothes,
thinking about how much fun the next two weeks was going to be. "Two whole
weeks away at camp, with no creepy Jack, no Do the Dishes, Clean Your Room,
CHANGE THOSE CLOTHES, from mom" she thought, as she lugged the case along.
Grunting, she lifted the heavy bag and descended the stairs. Jack and a
man who must have been the bus driver waited at the bottom of the stair.
She was puzzled when she noticed another large drag bag standing by the
front door, but didn't think any more of it. As she reached the bottom of
the stairs, she stuck out her tongue and rudely tried to brush past Jack.
Instead of letting her by, he grabbed her arm and swung her around to face
him. Reaching down, he closed his fist over her hand holding the carry
bag.
"Here, let me get that," he said, prying the bag out of her hand, and
holding her in place for a moment. She opened her mouth to scream "Don't
touch me!" but, before she could even draw in the breath a firm hand
covered her face with a damp cloth. The "bus driver" had been waiting for
the distraction. Anger faded to confusion as the ether on the rag quickly
knocked her out.
Letting the limp girl slide to the floor, Jack grabbed the large luggage
case by the door. He and the delivery agent stuffed the unconscious teen
into the bag, and wheeled the bag out to the man's car. Jack smiled as she
was driven away, packed securely in the car trunk. Upstairs, Jack's wife
Deirdre was still sound asleep, and never heard a thing. She was a shift
supervisor and worked nights at the local hospital. She had just gone to
bed an hour ago, and would be sleeping like a log for at least another 6
hours. As far as she knew, her troubled daughter was off to summer
boarding school, to learn a little discipline and good manners.
Hours later, Stephanie woke up in a small cell, dimly lit. Confusion.
Pain. Fear. PANIC! Memory returned, and adrenaline surged! She raced
around the little six foot square room, banged on the solid, heavy, wooden
door. Unable to help herself, she screamed. "HELP! Let me out. Is
anybody out there?"
And, in fact, there was. They'd been waiting for her to wake up, so
they could continue with their preparations. They had to let the drugs
wear off completely before applying more anesthesias for the first surgery.
The door opened and two huge men reached in and each grabbed an arm and
a leg, carrying her away down the long hallway outside the door. Kicking,
scream, and spitting mad, she was helpless as they easily carted her down
to the operating room, chatting casually to each other.
"This one's a wild cat, eh Bill?"
"What? Oh, she's not as bad as that Asian chick they brought in last
week. I've still got six stitches from her damn claws."
Through the doors, they lifted, then plopped her on the gurney, face
up. Leaning, both men pinned her arms painfully tight, outstretched over
her head, while a nurse locked the heavy, padded wrist restraints.
Shifting grip to her legs, they forced her ankles into widely spread
stirrups and waited for the nurse to finish securing her ankle restraints.
Satisfied that she was secure, the men left the room and returned to their
normal duty posts.
"Just relax for a minute," the nurse told Stephanie. "The doctors will
be here shortly to explain the procedure."
"Let me GO! Help me! Somebody please help me!!" Her voice was shrill
with panic. She was thrashing wildly and screaming bloody murder when the
two doctors walked in a few minutes later.
"Oh my," said Steve. "Gary, hook her up and start a light drip, will
you? Don't put her out just yet though. I need to explain the procedure
to her."
"Sure thing. Steve." Gary flipped another restraint over an elbow,
locking one forearm down like a vise. Quickly he inserted an IV needle,
and administered a sedative.
Eyes half closing as the drug kicked in, Stephanie lost the strength to
struggle, limbs going numb. Still mostly alert, she watched helplessly as
Steve picked up the surgical scissors. "That's much better. Now, I know
you're very confused, so let me explain for a bit. Your stepfather Jack
has paid us to give you a few surgical modifications, and some training
that he feels will make you a better daughter. Your mother thinks you've
been sent off to boarding school, of course, to learn some manners, and
she's not really expecting you to be home for quite some time. What else
was there, oh yes: The summer camp thing was just a ruse. They both lied
to you about that."
Shaking her head in denial, she continued to listen.
"So then, let me explain a little about the procedure we have scheduled
for you. We're going to install some rather interesting hardware into
your body. More than a few items, actually, your stepfather really went
all out on your package. We can discuss the details of exactly what we're
installing at a later time. So, let's see what we have to work with, and
then we can get started, shall we?"
Raising the scissors, he started at one ankle and began cutting her
loose sweat pants up the outside of her leg, all the way to the waist
band. As she realized what he was doing, she began screaming once more.
"NOOO, STOP, DON'T!" she cried.
Shearing through the other pant leg, once he reached the waistband
again, he lifted and pulled her shredded sweats away. Next he started on
her shirt, cutting it up the middle, and then doing each arm inward to her
neck. The shirt joined the pants in the trash bin next to the operating
table. She wasn't wearing a bra, which left only two more quick snips to
remove her cute little panties.
Steve began examining her entire body, running hands firmly along every
inch, looking for any flaws they might have to fix later. Fondling each
breast firmly, he verified that they were supple and smooth, with no lumps
or blemishes. Taking a critical look at her spread vigina, he ran fingers
through her lips for a minute, the grunted. "You loose the bet, Bill," he
commented.
"Very disappointing young lady!" he scolded Stephanie. "Your stepfather
had expected that you were still a virgin. Oh well, it's nothing that we
can't fix. Gary, make a note on her chart and green light the extended
training. She's not a virgin to begin with, so we might as well take
advantage and train her fully. We can schedule a revirgination just before
delivery."
"You got it. Are we ready to go now?" he replied.
"Just about. Go ahead and up the drip while I lay out my tools."
Turning back to Stephanie, he said, "We'll talk more when you wake up."
Steve decided to begin the procedure with the trickiest part. Threading
a hair fine needle with a nearly invisible wire, he began installing the
clitoral stimulator lead. Patiently isolating her tiny clit between thumb
and forefinger, he exactingly inserted the needle down the perfect center
of the shaft. Cutting a small hole inside her belly button, he inserted a
special to and manipulated the grip to pull the needle into her abdomen.
With another tool, he stripped a half inch of insulation from the end of
the wire, exposing bare copper. He then carefully pulled the wire through
into her abdomen to take up the slack. Pausing, he pulled the last inch
very carefully, making sure the exposed copper ended just at the extreme
tip, occupying her entire clitoral shaft.
To make sure the sharp wire stayed put, so it could not be driven in to
an unsuspecting penis during sex, for example, a knot was stitched with the
wire, where it entered her abdomen. Working carefully, four more stimulus
wires were then inserted through and into each vaginal lip, evenly spaced
along the entire length. Next, a dozen heavier control leads were
installed in three rings around her vaginal cannel, capable of driving her
muscles to contract tightly. Hours of painfully precise work, requiring
intense concentration, but these doctors were true artists, and took pride
in a job well done.
Exhausted, the doctors finally wrapped it up for the day, closing her
belly button and leaving the wires spooled neatly inside her abdominal
cavity for now. Eight straight hours is a long time for delicate micro
surgery, but the hardest phase was done
Waking slowly, Stephanie was very weak from the drugs still in her
system. Awareness returned, and with it pain. Her pussy was on fire, like
someone had invaded it with a wire brush. This wasn't to far from the
truth, actually. Moaning softly, she lay still and thought evil thoughts
about Jack. No way is he getting away with THIS, she thought. She lay in
bed all day and a night to give her time to recover, and then the next
morning was carted back to the table to be operated on again.
More wires were installed, both the heavy muscle control and fine
stimulus leads, three in the tongue, a dozen in the jaw muscles, each
finger and toe, and dozens in each limb. It took eight days to install all
the hundreds of wire runs and support hardware, with half that spent in
recovery. Additional sensors and control runs were installed that could
detect muscle position and stress, electrical impulses generated by her
nervous system, even a cellular modem for remote access and diagnostics.
The eighth day was a twelve hour marathon to install the six fuel cell
membranes that would leach sugar from her flowing blood and turn it into
electricity. One more day of rest followed, before they installed the
internal computer controller, and connected all the control leads.
Almost anticlimactic, the last operation was an easy four hour affair.
The hundreds of fine wires were carefully drawn out through her opened
belly button. Technicians carefully probed each one with a signal
generator and probe, to identify it's location within her body, and then
connected it to a cigar shaped computer module. Once all the wires were
connected and tested, the computer was initialized and diagnostic programs
ran checks on every stimulator, muscle controller, and feedback sensor
connection. Then the unit was pushed carefully through her belly button,
situated among her intestines and secured in place. She was then carefully
sealed up, belly button stitched closed. As promised, ten days for
hardware install, and testing.
She was given four full days to recover and adjust. She was left locked
in her small cell, naked and cold, with nothing in the room but a bare cot
and a large pot in one corner to serve as a toilet. She could move around
a little, but was very sore. Stephanie spent the next four days completely
alone, knowing that some kind of unspeakable medical procedure had been
done to her, trying unsuccessfully not to think about it. She wept. She
cried. She pleaded, and fought, and banged her head. Nothing helped.
Part 3: Basic Training
On the morning of the fifth day, the lights in her cell turned up
brightly of a sudden, and a cheerful voice announced, "Good morning! It's
time to begin your training. Listen carefully and obey each of my
commands. For your information, I am not a live person, I am a computer
program. I will be monitoring your response to each of my commands.
Disobedience or inaction will be punished. Repeated disobedience will be
severely punished. I will be your trainer for the next several days, until
you learn the basics."
Still shaking sleep out of her eyes, Stephanie was only half listening,
wishing she could go back to sleep.
"First, I'll give you a light demonstration of your new hardware.
You've had installed a large number of controls and sensors that will
allow us to eventually take complete control of your body. I will briefly
touch each stimulation point lightly, to demonstrate the possibilities to
you. Should you disobey any command given to you, I can use much more
forceful stimulus on any or all of these points as punishment. Are you
ready?"
Stephanie was sitting silently, eyes closing, when she felt a sharp stab
of pain, like being poked with a pin, strike her clit. Screaming, she
jumped out of bed, wide awake at last.
"You're first lesson. You will respond 'Yes Master' or 'No Master' when
asked a question. Also, from now on, you will speak only when spoken to.
Do you understand?"
Again she hesitated, glaring at the walls of the empty room. This time
the jolt was twice as hard.
"OOOOWWWW" she screamed, rubbing her pussy.
"Incorrect response." She was jolted once again, even harder than the
first two times.
"Do you understand?"
Dancing around on tip toes, she cried out, "MMMPPP!! y.. yes"
ZAP ZAP ZAAPP! "OH GOD STOP!"
"Incorrect response, please answer 'Yes Master' or 'No Master'"
"Yes master" she said quickly.
"Very good. Are you ready for me to continue the demonstration?"
"Yes master."
"Very good. Pay attention now. Move to the center of the room and
stand up straight. "
Uncertain, she did as instructed.
"Very good. Now spread your legs apart two feet."
Self consciously, she complied.
"Each of the following is a stimulation point that I can control within
your body. There is almost no limit to the amount of pain that can be
applied to each of these locations. For now, I will apply only a light
demonstration tap to demonstrate function."
A mild jolt stabbed her clitoris, and then a row of pin pricks traced a
line down one vaginal lip, and then moved back up the other to end at her
clit again.
"Ooo OOOww!" she screamed, and began dancing, digging at her pussy with
her fingers. Sudden raging pain engulfed her crotch and legs, and she
collapsed in agony.
"Return to position, stand still, and remain quiet."
Stammering out a 'Yes master,' she fought her way back to her feet,
tears gushing from both eyes.
The demonstration continued for about two more hours, until she was
ready to collapse from exhaustion. She'd had to clench her mouth shut and
hold her whole body rigid for the entire time to keep from flying into
frenzy, earning more punishment. Finally, the computerized trainer
announced a break and ordered her to eat breakfast.
Twenty minutes later her training began in earnest.
For the next six hours the voice called out a slow, continuous string of
commands. Sending a small signal to one or more points, she would be
ordered to move an arm or leg just so, turn, bend at the waist, knee, or
neck, etc. Stephanie got off to a bad start, missing command after
command, or responding to slowly. Crying out at painful punishments, she
would earn another for not remaining quiet. She finally began to get the
hang of it after about a painful hour of trial and error. New commands
were given verbally first, with a pattern of stimulation to be memorized.
After a couple repetitions, she was supposed to be able to recognize the
command indicated by the patterns of mild pain being generated at various
points within her body. If she forgot the correct response, she was
instructed to stand still through three repetitions of the order, receiving
a punishment for each failure to respond. Performing an incorrect action
did not count as one of these repetitions. Then the computer would
recognize that she'd forgotten a command, and give it again verbally, after
a severe punishment for not paying attention.
Five hours later, exhaustion had begun to take its toll, but she was
making real progress. The trainer was able to walk her around the room at
various speeds, steering her around corners and positioning her body in
various poses. Then she began falling behind and making mistakes, unable
to move her exhausted arms and legs quickly enough, earning ever increasing
punishments. Programmed to look for this as part of the calibration
process, the trainer pushed harder, faster, doling out more severe
punishments. At seven and a half hours she collapsed to the floor,
unmoving. After five minutes of severe punishment could not make her rise,
the lights dimmed and she was left in peace. Sprawled unconscious on the
floor, she did not stir until awakened eight hours later.
Lights flashing bright, the voice blasted into the room, "On your feet!"
Stephanie cringed, startled awake, then scrambled upward at the warning
jolt stabbed lightly at her nipples.
Without preamble, the program began training once again. "Today we're
going to see if you remember yesterday's training." The computer then
began issuing silent commands, stimulating different points in patterns
that she had learned the day before.
Not yet fully awake, she began obeying the silent orders. Moving arms
out over hear head and then back, was replaced by spreading her legs wide,
then back. The she was silently directed to both actions at once. Soon
she was rapidly performing jumping jacks to keep up with the pace of the
signals being sent. A few minutes in to this routine, something snapped,
and she made a dash for the door, screaming "Let me out of here!" Pounding
on the door, flailing her arms, she screamed and cried out in frustration.
Sudden stabbing pain assaulted her body. A five in diameter circle on
her belly that felt like someone was poking her repeatedly with a pin began
to roam slowly over her chest, across one boob, over her shoulder, snaking
it's way down her back. Screaming, she began pawing at her skin, tracing
the roaming area of pain. Working it's way down her back, it traveled over
her butt crack, traversing her vagina on its' way up her chest once more.
Collapsing in agony, she huddled on the floor, writhing and begging, "Stop!
Please Stop!" over and over again.
"Move to the center of the room and stand still."
Head hung low in defeat; she climbed slowly to her feet and complied.
Resuming where it had left off, the trainer began once more issuing
commands. Running, jumping, sitting, standing, she did exercises for
hours, until she was drenched in sweat. The day seemed like it would never
end, and she was exhausted when the voice finally announced that it was
time for bed. The lights went low and she stumbled over to her bed and
fell asleep almost instantly.
Over the next four days, working 18 hours a day, she was trained to
respond to hundreds of commands. Practice, and punishment, failure and
success, she was trained to know signal after signal, and respond
immediately. Any hesitation or wrong response was punished with
increasingly painful corrections. Her one last deliberately disobedient
tantrum was rewarded with a full night of screaming punishment, covering
her entire body with traveling agony.
Part 4: Advanced Training
On the sixth morning when she was awakened for her routine, the door to
her cell was standing open. As usual she was immediately instructed to
begin her stretches prior to her hour long exercise ordeal. Obeying, all
through the vigorous workout she kept glancing at the open cell door,
wondering with foreboding what the day held in store. Today, after her
workout, instead of walking her through new commands, or practicing old
one, she was signaled to walk forward, out into the hallway. She obeyed
the instructions, which took her down the hall and through the complex for
a long, hard run.
Self conscious at her nudity for the first time in weeks, she cringed
inside each time she passed people in the hallway. Soon she found herself
jogging down corridors, through rooms, even up and down stairs. People,
mostly men, were everywhere, and most held out hands to touch her naked
form as she passed. Obediently, she continued to race past, trying to
ignore the hands fondling her naked, vulnerable body.
Drenched in sweat after running for more than an hour, she was led at
last into a men's bathroom to do her business on a stall-less toilet. She
was then directed into an open shower, allowed to get truly cleaned up for
the first time in over almost two weeks. Afterward she was marched to
another room for her first session with a human trainer.
She was directed to a large open room, filled with various items that
she tried not to look closely at. Moving to the center of the room, she
waited as instructed. A man walked in to the room from behind her,
carrying what looked like a large TV remote control. As she watched, the
man began pushing buttons and she felt sharp, silent commands being issued.
Come Here. Neel. Mouth Open. Sit Still. She obeyed immediately, chills
running down her spine as the function of the remote control registered in
her mind.
Without saying a word, the man had positioned her for a blow job.
Dropping his drawers, he whipped out a respectable cock and pressed another
button. Two jolts hit the tip of Stephanie's tongue.
Panicked, she did not know that signal. She stared in fright at the
man. "Suck my cock," he said, pressing the button again. Revolted, she
reluctantly started taking his cock into her mouth, obviously trying to
avoid touching it. Touching a mild pain button, the man said, "Use your
tongue. In and out, all the way down into your throat. This," he tapped a
button, sending a new tongue signal, "means faster. This," another button,
"means slower." One more button send four jolt down her tongue, from tip
to tonsils. "This means deeper, and if I repeat it, it means slide my cock
down your throat and begin swallowing motions repeatedly until I say stop."
Playing maestro on the remote, he began directing her first blow job.
When he signaled Swallow she thought for sure that she would puke, but
managed to get it in. The man grabbed her head and pulled, ramming deeper.
Mouth wide open, she tasted his hairy ball-sack filling her mouth as she
began long swallowing motion down her throat. Uncomfortably, she continued
for several minutes, and then felt thick liquid filling her throat.
Gagging, she tried to pull out, but he held her head down and rammed his
cock deeper. Choking, she swallowed desperately, which served to milk more
cum, heightening his orgasm, extending his ejaculation. She swallowed and
swallowed, until he finally ran dry.
"Oh God!" moaned the man. "THAT'S what I'm talking about!"
Face, mouth, and throat covered in cum, Stephanie hung her head low in
shame once the man finally pulled out of her mouth. A dark wave of
humiliation and despair washed over her as the man dressed and moved across
the room. Then it was time to continue.
"Lets get started, shall we? Open that chest against the wall."
Obeying, she found that it was full of clothes. She felt a tingle
spiral around both legs from ankle to crotch.
"That means to get dressed."
Startled, then eager, she dove into the chest and began pulling out
clothes. Panties. Bra. Socks. Blouse. Mini-skirt. Dressed for the
first time in weeks, it actually felt strange to be covered. The man
pressed Come Here, and she jumped up and ran over to stand in front him of
him automatically. He pressed another button and the spiral tingle ran
down her legs from crotch to ankle.
Familiarity with many other commands prompted her to begin undressing
before the man had to explain that signal. For two hours the man made her
practice dress, and undress, until she could do both quickly. Then, after
one last Dress, he hit a new button. Spiral tingles pulsed down then up
both legs several times, quickly.
Expecting to undress, Stephanie froze at the new signal. "That means
Strip Tease. Dance for me, while you slowly remove your clothes, piece by
piece."
Uncertainly, Stephanie tried to comply, adjusting her actions as the man
made comments. The rest of the session was spent practicing Strip Tease,
until she could give the man a solid woody by the time she was naked.
Just before the six hour session was over, he commanded another blow
job. She still wasn't very good at it, and the man had to grab her by the
hair and fuck her throat to finish, but he sent her to her next assignment
with a mouth full of cum.
The rest of the day consisted of two more training sessions. First came
"Etiquette" and she spent six hours learning how to be a proper lady. The
final session was "Pain Tolerance" which mostly consisted of standing still
while being whipped or spanked, or being punished quite painfully for NOT
standing still. She found that it was far more degrading responding to a
person pressing buttons on a remote, than it was obeying a computer voice,
alone in her cell. It was much worse again when they made her perform for
an audience.
Six men greeted her the next morning when she arrived at her first
session. They started by passing the remote around every few minutes, each
man toying with her. She was punished twice while practicing Strip Tease,
to make her put more heart in it. She was then forced to work her way
through all six men three times, giving blow jobs. This time she had to do
all the work, and she couldn't finish each man until a good wad of cum went
down her throat. Anything that hit the floor had to be licked up. When
she finally finished one man said, "That was your breakfast bitch, hope
you enjoyed it"
The rest of the session was a nightmare. The six men passed around the
remote, sending command after confusing command. She struggled to keep up,
but was frequently punished for missing something, or responding to slow.
At the end of the session it was lunch time. The six men each demanded a
blow job before sending her on to the next session. Swallowing a heaping
wad of cum from each man, she was again informed that this was her meal.
More training in the afternoon, more pain, more humiliation later, it
was finally dinner time. The man with the remote flipped a switch and the
computer trainer took over. She was led through an extra intense exercise
routine, then a flat out run for several miles around and around the
complex. Finally she was led in to an open locker room to take a shower.
Completely exhausted, she hardly noticed the men fondling her. Once
cleaned up, the computer drove her to the cafeteria instead of her cell.
She was made to give head to all comers for the rest of the night.
Stephanie was starving. She'd been working hard all day, and had had
nothing to eat except a large amount of cum. She was finally allowed a
real meal. Informed that she had been a "good girl" today, she wall given
free access to the buffet. After a good hearty meal she was once more
steered into her cell for the night.
The next day started what would be her routine for the next six weeks.
Awakened at dawn, she was run through a vigorous bit of exercise, and then
driven by preprogrammed commands to a room with 7 or 8 waiting men. Blow
jobs for breakfast continued until all the men were satisfied.
After breakfast she was led to a training room. Tools of pain and
bondage lined the walls, and she was led into the center of the room.
"Legs apart. Bend down and grab your ankles." A new signal pattern
tingled her butt cheeks. "That is the command to assume this position.
Remain there until told otherwise."
Striding to a table, the man picked up a pencil thick rubber rod about
two feet long. Stephanie felt the man step up behind her, then spread her
ass cheeks. Without warning, pain bloomed as the man rapidly rammed a foot
of the rod into her ass.
"AAAH... AAAAAAH... OOOOWW!" she cried, legs spasming. Somehow she
managed to maintain her stance.
Grabbing the protruding rod with both hands, her yanked it out hard,
waited a few seconds, then drove it home again.
"OH GOD! PLEASE STOP!" Stephanie screamed.
Again, and again, and again, the man sodomized her ass, while she begged
for mercy. Then he switched to a new tool. Using a riding crop he began
whipping her body. Legs, arms, back butt, he finally reached her crotch
and began smacking her pussy thoroughly. She collapsed and huddled in a
ball at this assault, screaming.
Stepping back, the man pressed the maximum punishment button, which
until now Stephanie had never experienced. Inside her body, hundreds of
pain controls lit up, sending fire racing up every nerve in her body. In
addition, hundreds more muscle controls activated, locking parts of her
body rigid and setting off painful muscle spasms everywhere. She wanted to
scream. She wanted to die. Clenched muscles and pain barely allowed her
to breathe.
"H... Hhh... Hhh.." she rasped.
The pain command was currently programmed for one minute. He waited for
it to end, then three more minutes to let her recover, before pressing the
command to resume her stance.
Fortunately for her, Stephanie responded immediately, struggling to get
up. Because she was obviously trying, the man didn't punish her again when
it took over five minutes to get her legs in control enough to stand.
Returning to the work bench, the man grabbed another dildo. This one
was thicker, and had cruel ridges and bumps projecting along the shaft.
Placing it firmly against her pussy this time, he began forcing about
fourteen inches of shaft in and out steadily.
Screaming, Stephanie locked her legs, gripped her ankles, and clenched
her eyes tight, trying to endure the pain.
Touching a button on the remote, the man forced the girls' vaginal
muscles to contract, gripping the dildo firmly. Then, using two hands, he
continued his rape for half an hour.
With the computer forcing her pussy muscles to clench, it felt like she
was having a painful muscle spam inside her the whole time. Cumined with
the continued penetration, it felt like she was being ripped open.
"WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" she cried. She quivered, but did not
resist, fearing even worse punishment.
Six hours of penetration sex training was followed by six more of oral.
This session included men and women both. She was forced to learn how to
please both sexes, using only her tongue, lips, and in some cases, throat.
Her third session for the day was all about personal care and
maintenance. She was taught makeup, hair styling, proper dress for various
occasions, and most especially body care. She practiced self waxing for
hair removal until she'd stripped her entire body twice over.
Session followed session, day followed day, she was trained in every
aspect of being the slave she was to become: Proper decorum and manners,
swift obedience to commands, acceptance of pain. She learned when to obey
instructions literally, where even breathing without orders was punished,
and when she should follow the spirit of the command and simply be on her
best behavior.
51 days into her training, the staff was nearly ready to conclude her
training and send her home. A few steps remained to be completed, however.
A final bit of surgery was performed to repair her hymen, and severely
tighten both vaginal and anal tracks. Then only one stage remained in her
training.
Thoroughly dominated by her training at this point, Stephanie complied
listlessly as she was led, step by step, down the corridor. Not even
caring where they wanted her to go anymore, she had her head hung low and
her eyes shut, and simply obeyed each command to step, turn, open doors,
etc.
Near her destination a door opened in front of her, and she looked up at
last. Piercing screams could be heard from somewhere down the hall.
Moving forward again, she walked down and to the right, into a moderately
large room. A dozen cages lined the walls, and six had women in them.
One, a slender beauty about 23 years old, was the source of the screams.
Writhing and thrashing inside her cage, Stephanie could not see what was
causing her distress.
"Don't mind Melinda, my dear" a man said from behind her. "She's only
been here a day. She'll quiet down in a few more days, when her voice
goes." He chuckled and laid an arm around her shoulder to steer her to
another cage.
Looking more carefully, Stephanie suddenly that ALL of these women were
in agony. Writhing, quivering, mouthing silent screams. Suddenly
terrified, Stephanie focused sharply on the man and listened as he
explained.
"You see, you are nearly ready to be sent home, to begin your new life.
But before we let you go, you need to understand that you can never again
be free. Any attempt to escape, to tell someone what we've done to you,
even simple disobedience to your owner, will land you here for punishment,
probably for the rest of your life. You need to be given a taste of what
can happen to you if you ever fail to completely satisfy your owner."
"Let me introduce you around. This is Carrie," he indicated a skinny
red head, about 27 years old. "Her husband purchased her training about 5
years ago, but she tried going straight to the police the first time he
left her home alone. We disabled her before she could leave the house of
course, and she's been here ever since."
Moving on she was directed to two blonds, who must have been twins. "We
don't usually pick up runaways, but Mary and Sarah here were special. We
got them for free off the street, and made quite a nice profit off their
sale. Unfortunately, their owner was rather a harsh task master. He kept
sending them back for punishment. What was it again? Oh yes, they
wouldn't stand still properly while he used their pussy for an ash tray.
We had to collect and train another pair to replace these two, rather a
bother."
"Anyway, this next woman is Rachael. I do believe she'll 35 in a few
weeks. She's been here since she was about your age, our very first
failure. Also our best object lesson too," he smiled.
Rachel was just a quivering heap on the floor. Drool, feces, and urine
covered the cage floor.
"Now these last two are fellow trainee's, like yourself. You see, we've
found that simple demonstrations and warning aren't enough. Until you
lived it, had the pain burned into your subconscious, you just don't know
what's at stake. You've already met Melinda there, who just started
yesterday, and this dark haired beauty here is Angela. She's been here 6
days now, and we should be letting her out tomorrow."
Angela was almost as active as Melinda, dancing, squirming, obviously
trying to scream, but her voice was lost.
With a gentle push from behind, Stephanie was driven into a cage, next
to Melinda.
"You need to understand, this is not a punishment. You've done nothing
wrong. In fact, you've been a very good girl, or you wouldn't be here.
This is training, to teach you what can happen at the slightest
disobedience, once you return home. You need to know that no matter what
your owner demands, no matter how painful it seems, it's nothing compared
with what we'll do to you if you're brought for discipline. Your owner has
paid for complete control, and if he wants you the sit on hot coals, stab
yourself with a knife, or jump off the roof, you'd better obey! Now then,
lets begin."
Latching shut the door, the man pulled out her remote and hit a button.
Randomly, throughout her body, muscles began to clench painfully, then
relax. Twitching and dancing in pain, she tried not to cry. Then the man
pressed another button and sharp pain exploded briefly at her crotch, then
faded slowly. A few seconds apart, pain blossomed in one tit, then down
her leg, and so on, randomly. The constant muscle spasms went on,
beginning to leave the burning pain of exhaustion. Screaming, Stephanie
fell to her knees and begged, "PLEASE STOP, PLEASE STOP, I'LL DO ANYTHING,
PLEASE STOOOPP!"
Turning out the lights, the man left them all in the dark. Screaming,
pain continued to build. Her muscles were screaming agony after only an
hour, and the painful electrical jolts kept getting harder and faster.
By morning, Melinda had lost most of her voice, but Stephanie was
emitting one long, piercing shriek. The next day, Angela was led away at
last. Melinda and Stephanie endured, day after day. Food was brought in a
dog dish. Stephanie, starving, ate raggedly, fighting wrenching muscle
spasms to swallow the bland mush. After 7 days of pure hell, Stephanie was
finally let out, taken away to get ready for delivery. Melanie had been
removed the day before, and Stephanie's last day was spent wondering about
her fate.
Stephanie was returned to her original cell for three days of rest.
Even then she was weak on her feet when she was marched up to the shower to
get cleaned up. It was decided to hold her an extra three days, for
recovery. Morning stretches were followed by strenuous exercise for most
of each day, ending in a few hours of entertaining the male staff before
bed.
Finally, she was judged to be in good physical shape, and, demonstrating
her eagerness to please, she was dressed, and marched upstairs, into a
plain white van. Blind fold on her head, the van drove off.
Some three hours later the blind fold was removed, and she was let out
at her home. Jack stood waiting, smiling hungrily at her.
"Here you go sir," one of the men said, handing Jack the remote
control. "We hope you enjoy your purchase." Climbing back in, the van
drove off.
Part 5: Welcome Home
"Lets' go inside. Your mother's visiting your aunt today. She'll be
home for diner."
Silently, Stephanie followed Jack in, then down to the basement.
Jack spent a few minutes studying the commands on the remote, and then
pressed Undress.
Sighing inside, knowing worse was coming, Stephanie quickly removed her
clothes.
Practicing, Jack toyed with the commands, marching her around the room.
Obeying blindly, she tripped and stumbled, ran into walls, and banged her
head on furniture as Jack got the hang of the remote.
Selecting Dress to put her clothes back on, he then enjoyed a long,
slow, Strip Tease. Almost bursting a seam in hard erection as she bent
over slowly to remove her panties, he pressed On The Bed.
Looking around, she saw a new bed in the spare room. Walking over, she
lay down and spread her legs. Eyes clenched, she felt Jack climb on top.
Before setting down the remote, he pressed Quiet. From a drawer he
removed a tube of KY and smeared a gob on her pussy, rubbing it all over,
then coated his penis, tip to stern. Lining up carefully, he pressed his
penis against her vagina and worked his head past her lips, then plunged in
to the hilt. Hours of practice had taught her to accept the nauseating
pain of forced penetration, but nothing could prepare her for the pain of
having her newly revirginated and surgically tightened pussy ripped
suddenly open.
"OOOOOWWW!!!" she screamed, thrashing. Her computer, registering her
scream after being ordered to be quiet, administered a sharp correction,
jabbing hard at her clit several times.
"MMMPH!", she responded, and received an even more vicious jab at clit,
and both tits.
What Stephanie felt as a crushingly painful electric jolt applied from
inside her clitoris, Jack felt as an erotically pleasant tingle against his
balls. Enjoying the feel, he continued plowing her pussy, quickly blowing
his wad, too pent up from anticipation to last long.
Pulling out, Jack stuck his penis in Stephanie's mouth and made her suck
it clean. Grabbing the remote, he pressed Shower, and watched her shuffle
into the bathroom and turn on the water. Then, thinking "What the hell..."
he decided to join her. Stepping in to the shower behind her, he took the
soap from her hand and began exploring her rock hard naked body.
Aroused once more, he couldn't help himself. Grabbing a tit with each
hand, he crushed her tender flesh and drove her ass down onto his erect
cock. Still under command to remain silent, she stifled a groan and
relaxed into it as Jack plowed into her from behind. If anything, it hurt
even worse having her ass ripped open from behind. Eventually, clean and
satiated for now, Jack canceled her Silence order and sent her to her room
to get dressed.
15 minutes later she was summoned by a Come Here order. Racing
downstairs, Stephanie looked for her step father. Finding him in the
living room, she hurried to stand in front of him, hiding her loathing.
"Good girl. Now, your mother thinks you've been away learning to be a
proper girl, obedient and respectful of your parents. From now on you are
going to be a perfect angel, the girl all the other mothers hold up as an
example. To help you with this, I've programmed a few new signals."
Hefting the remote, he demonstrated, pressing buttons and explaining
what the new signals meant. "This one is `Do the Dishes', here's `Make
Your Bed', `Clean Your Room', `Vacuum The House',' Clean The Bathroom'..."
he continued demonstrating commands for a while, making her repeat the
commands until she had them down. At last he was confident that she knew
her new tasks.
"I'm going to put you on automatic now, so be a good girl. I don't want
to come back and find you comatose from being punished." Jack flipped a
switch on the remote, and then took it upstairs to lock it away.
During her training, Jack had had plenty of time to work with the
programmers and develop an awesome suite of automatic behaviors. Programs
in firmware came alive and began monitoring and directing Stephanie.
Shocked by the implication that she would be a computer controlled slave
even when she was alone, she was startled to feel Clean Your Room a few
minutes after Jack had left the house. Experimentally, she ignored the
command, hoping that with no one watching, she could be free. One minute
later, waves of pain assaulted her crotch and tits, and then repeated,
Clean Your Room.
Sobbing, she ran upstairs to begin. Hours later, she had vacuumed,
cleaned bathroom and kitchen, done the laundry, and hand washed a weeks
worth of dishes. She was just finishing cooking diner and was about to set
the table when her mother came home. Warned by several quick commands, she
had dried her eyes and turned to give her mom a big hug. With a happy
sounding "Mommy!" she ran across the room to her.
"Wow, diner on the table? And did you clean the house?"
Shyly, she replied "Yes mama. I'm sorry I haven't been a good daughter,
lately."
Just then Jack returned. "Smells good, honey. Lets eat; your mother
has to get to work soon."
A pleasant diner, small talk, hugs and kisses later, Deirdre said good
night to Stephanie and left for work. Jack took a walk through the house,
inspecting every room, and closing all the blinds. As soon as everyone
stood up, Stephanie was signaled Clean The Dishes. Her mother was
surprised, but did not comment as began clearing the table a washing the
plates.
By the time she finished dishes, her mother had gone to work, and Jack
returned, remote in hand. "The house looks pretty good, I'll give you a
9," he said, tapping on the remote. "Diner was awful, however. It
deserves a 5, but I'll be kind today, and give it a 7." He punched it in
on the remote. "Anything less than a perfect 10 on both will be punished,
of course. Hmm, 7 and 9 comes to 2 hours, according to this. You've got 1
minute to get on the bed downstairs."
Unable to understand, she stood frozen until she felt the signal that
meant On the Bed jolt up her back. Running, she raced downstairs, and just
made it. Sudden spasms gripped her body, and pain began tracing circles
around her body. She was back in the cage, reliving her worst nightmares
of pain training. Two hours later it stopped, followed by Undress.
Shower.
After she was clean she received Dress. Find Master. Walking swiftly,
she moved through the house, finding Jack on the toilet. She tried to
close the door, but he called out, "No, come in."
Waved over, she kneeled down in front of where he sat on the toilet.
Knee's spread, he hefted his penis and said, "Open your mouth." Gripping
the back of her head, she did not resist as he pulled her mouth over his
penis.
"Swallow," he said, as he began to pee in her mouth. Weeks of
discipline kept her from gagging as she swallowed hot urine. When he was
done he stood up and turned around. "Now like my ass clean."
Revolted, she had no choice but to comply. His shit wasn't much worse
than eating cum for four hours straight. Pulling up his pants and grabbing
the remote, he began showing her what her new life would be like. Like a
kid with a new toy, Jack picked up the remote and began toying with it,
sending conflicting commands, and making Stephanie quickly shift from one
action to another. The computer automatically tracked her performance, and
swiftly her for any slow responses or mistakes that she made. After an
couple of hours, Jack sent her into her own bedroom, and directed her to
strip and get onto the bed.
Laying face up, with her legs spread, Stephanie cried silently inside as
Jack climbed once more on top of her. Naked himself, Jack drove his erect
penis gently into her vagina as far as it would go, then pressed a new
button on the remote. Stephanie's pussy began to squeeze and release his
cock in waves traveling in and out, as the computer activated the rings of
muscle controls embedded in her vagina walls. Gasping at the unexpected
movement inside herself, Stephanie closed her eyes in humiliation as her
body unwillingly fucked her hated step father. Jack leaned forward,
grabbed the back of her head, and lowered his lips to hers. Pressing
tightly to her face, he began a long, passionate kiss, sliding his tongue
into her mouth. Weeks of training forced Stephanie to respond
automatically, returning the kiss, tongue and all, before she could even
think about resistance. Jack's arms groped her body, his mouth pressed
tight to her face, and her vagina continued to stroke his penis for half an
hour or so, and she was beginning to get very sore inside. The muscles of
her vagina had never been exercised before, and were by now burning with
exhaustion. She moaned and squirmed, and Jack finally began working his
penis inside her, driving hard for his own pleasure. Just before he let go
his wad at last, he pulled out and rammed his dick down her throat,
emptying a large load of cum into her mouth.
Satisfied for the moment, Jack got off the bed, dressed, and pressed
Release on the remote. Automatically checking the time, her computer found
it was WAY past her bed time, and sent Stephanie a command to get ready for
bed. Dressed in a short, silk night gown, with no panties, she fell asleep
almost instantly.
At 5:00am her mother came home and went immediately to sleep. At 5:31
Stephanie was awakened by a severe jolt to all her sensitive locations,
(she'd slept through the first two milder commands.) Awake, she was
directed to silently creep down to the basement. Once downstairs, two
floors below her sleeping parents, she had to exercise. Exhausted, on only
a few hours of sleep, her new routine began. Three hours of forced
exercise, with heavy punishment for any lack of effort. Shower. Jack came
down and added a new twist before he went to eat breakfast. Walking in to
the shower he handed her a toothbrush. Tap, tap on the remote sent a
strange tingle from her clit, traveling deep inside.
"That means to insert this all the way into your pussy." He waited,
watching as she reluctantly started to insert the toothbrush. "Ah ah...
Bristles first. Nice try."
Reversing her grip, she drove the brush inside. A reverse to the first
signal came, and she pulled it out. Tap tap tap, whet the remote. "There,
I've added that to your morning cleanup. Don't forget to turn the bristles
a bit on each stroke, or the computer will add punishment. Got to keep
that snatch clean now," he said cheerfully. Jack left the bathroom just as
the program began. An hour later, Stephanie had a very clean, very sore
pussy. After an hour of scrubbing her pussy with a toothbrush, she then
had to brush her teeth with it. Ordered to get dressed at last, she began
cleaning the basement. Trying to be extra thorough today to avoid
punishment, she also ran laundry and scrubbed every inch of the bathroom.
Jack had left a note to use her toothbrush when cleaning the toilet.
By the time she finished cleaning the main floor, her mother was up,
eating breakfast. "What're you doing dear?" she asked.
"Nothing mom, just cleaning the house. Leave everything to me, I'll
take care of it now." Choking back tears, she moved on to the upstairs as
her mother happily left to visit her friends. Mom hated cleaning, and
usually waited until Jack's bitching drove her to it.
Day after day, night after night, Stephanie learned her new role.
Terrified of being sent back to the clinic, she had to play the happy,
dutiful daughter whenever her mother was around. She wanted so badly to
tell her mom what had been done to her, what Jack made her do whenever she
was not home, but memories of the cage, filled with burning pain that did
not stop, kept her silent. Jack used her mercilessly, usually not even
speaking to her, just tapping commands on the remote. And so it went for
the next month, until the end of the summer break. Cleaning by day,
violation by night, exhaustion always, she was rarely allowed more than a
few hours sleep. Each night Jack gave her a rating for obedience, and
performance. She could never quite reach a perfect 10 in either, and
usually spend an hour or two in agony as punishment each night.
Jack added voice recognition and programmed his own and her mothers
voices. The slightest suggestion from either was enforced as a stern
command by her computer. She became a virtual slave for her mother.
Playing fashion model for her mother, she helped her dress, get done up,
even bathe, Stephanie became the perfect girly girl that Deidre had always
wanted.
Part 6: Seducing Mommy
Jack decided he wanted a bit more participation out of Deirdre, and came
up with a plan to slowly bring her in on his little secret. Spending some
time with the remote, Jack added a few new commands to Stephanie's daily
routine, and then he spent a good hour explaining exactly what he expected
her to accomplish. Over the next few days, Stephanie began spending even
more time with her mother during the day. She was particularly eager to
help her with dressing and bathing, pampering her mother with back rubs,
and body massage. Then one day she took the plunge. While assisting her
mother with a bath, after rubbing her body with soap and sponging lovingly
at her soft, silky skin, she began a tender bit of pussy licking.
Stephanie plunged her head under water, between Deirdre's legs, and gently
inserted her tongue.
At first, shock held her mother still as Stephanie began licking her
clit. Hours of training at the clinic had included many women, and
Stephanie knew exactly how to please. After a few shocked seconds, unable
to believe her own daughter would do such a thing, Deirdre was swept up in
the pure pleasure of it and, despite herself, began to relax and enjoy it.
Coming up for air every so often, Stephanie took her time and drove her
mother to a blazing orgasm, and then kept on going to bring her to a
second, and even a third wave of orgasmic release. Weak in the knees after
such a start to her day, Deirdre needed Stephanie's help to climb out of
the tub. Helping to dry off her mother with a big, soft towel, she led her
back to the master bedroom. Gently pushing Deirdre back onto the bed, she
again brushed her tongue over her mother's exposed vagina and began another
long, slow buildup of pleasure that finally exploded through her loins.
Eyes rolling up in the back of her head in ecstasy, Deirdre heard her
daughter comment, "That was fun mommy! Can we do that again?"
Almost too ashamed of herself to admit it, Deirdre was very excited by
the concept, but was concerned about the consequences should anyone find
out. She wanted to say "No", but one look at the hopeful expression on
Stephanie's face and a moment's pause at the remembered pleasure of the
last hour made her reply, "Sure sweetie, any time you want."
Jack made a point of being out of the house during the day for the next
couple of weeks, to give Deirdre plenty of time alone with Stephanie. For
the first few days Stephanie gave her mother an excellent oral orgasm after
her morning bath, taking longer to complete each one. Deirdre attempted
once or twice to return the pleasure, but Stephanie insisted that she
didn't really like it that much, that she much preferred to give than
receive. Then one day she came upon her mother sitting on the couch in her
night gown, watching her soaps. Crawling forward seductively on hands and
knees, Stephanie pushed her head up her mother's gown and pushed in between
her legs. Surprised at first, Deirdre relaxed into it, spreading her legs
wide, and continued to watch her show as her daughter began giving her an
intensely stimulating tongue job.
As the days progressed, Stephanie continued to give Deirdre more
frequent and longer oral sex, until it seemed that that was all they
accomplished all day. After two weeks, Deirdre was actively seeking out
Stephanie several times a day to receive another of the intense orgasm's
that Stephanie was so adept at producing. After receiving a triple orgasm
while lying on her bed one afternoon, Stephanie broached the subject of
Jack...
"Mommy?" she murmured, lying snuggled against Deirdre's still quivering
body.
"Yes dear?" she replied.
"What about Jack, mommy?" she asked.
Suddenly nervous, Deirdre asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, we're having all this fun all day, but what about Jack? I
mean..." she shyly let her voice fade away.
Curious at her normally headstrong daughter's sudden shyness, Deidre
encouraged her to continue. "Go on honey, finish your sentence."
"Um. Well, I, you know, I don't really like it when you lick me, and
um, I..." she paused, face flushing. "Can we ask Jack to join us mommy? I
bet I'd like it if he, well, you know..." she stammered.
Shame and embarrassment raced through Deirdre as she contemplated the
thought of a threesome with Jack and her own daughter, but it was soon
replaced by a growing curiosity. She really had felt bad that she was
receiving daily doses of extreme orgasm from Stephanie and was unable to
return any of the pleasure. Running scenarios through her mind quickly,
she began to be rather erotically aroused at the concept. "Sure honey,"
she replied at last, "we can arrange that, but only if you're sure that's
what you really want."
"Oh Please mommy!" she hopped up in excitement, "Can we do it tonight?"
"Sure sweetie" she said. Thinking furiously, Deirdre began planning how
she was going to "seduce" Jack into having sex with their daughter tonight.
Playing through several increasingly complex and ridiculous scenarios in
her mind, she finally settled on a fairly direct approach. When Jack
returned to the house that evening, Deirdre was waiting for him at the
door, wearing only a thin robe. Beckoning him with one raised finger to
follow her upstairs, she said seductively "I took the night off, and I've
got a special surprise for you upstairs!"
Playing along as if he didn't know what was coming, Jack followed her
upstairs into their bedroom. Running her hands over his strong chest,
Deirdre began urging Jack to remove his clothes. Stripping and tossing
items to the floor, Jack complied, poking his hands under her robe
teasingly as he went. Once he was completely naked, Stephanie stepped out
of the bathroom, already completely naked. Deirdre judged his reaction by
the suddenly hardening cock the poked into her waistline. Tossing her robe
to the floor, she climbed onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Before he
could move to join her, Jack watched as Stephanie climbed up from the
bottom of the bed. Lying face down she buried her face in Deirdre's wide
open pussy and began gently licking and sucking at it. She was positioned
so that her ass rested on the edge of the bed, pointing straight at Jack.
Lifting her legs off the floor, she spread them wide apart and wiggled her
ass at Jack. "Surprise!" Deirdre said, smiling nervously at her husband,
still not certain he would play along in the unorthodox little game.
Stepping up behind Stephanie, Jack watched both women intently as he
gently began toying with his penis against Stephanie's exposed crotch.
Deirdre smiled encouragingly, and Stephanie pressed backward into his cock
eagerly, groaning demandingly. Taking his stance, Jack began working his
way in, driving forward until his penis slammed to a stop deep inside her.
Gently at first, then hard and faster, Jack slowly built up a tremendous
orgasm and let it explode inside the young girl. Sensing his release,
Stephanie let loose with a fantastically faked orgasm of her own, for her
mother's benefit. Amazingly aroused by her daughter's visible orgasm,
Deirdre exploded into one of her own at the sight. Watching both her
parents quivering with the extreme pleasure she had just given them,
Stephanie was secretly wailing inside at the unfairness of it all. Rolling
over she took Jack's cock into her mouth and caressed it gently, sucking
the dripping cum off the shaft. Inwardly she was thinking, "sure, they get
off and all I get is a sore pussy and a sticky tongue!"
Putting on her best happy-smiley face, she continued to suck at Jack's
cock like it was a lolly pop. Tilting her head down she began driving the
huge cock deeper into her mouth, until she could taste his balls, then
began making swallowing motions with her throat. Slowly at first, then
building up faster and faster, she coaxed a second orgasm out of Jack, his
huge wad of cum filling her throat. Pulling away at last, she tilted her
head back and licked her lips, pretending to enjoy the taste as she visibly
swallowed his salty load. Afterwards, Jack took turns showering with both
women before collapsing, exhausted, into bed with his wife. Stephanie
begged to join them but both adults ordered her to go to her own room.
Feeling both used and abused, Stephanie's life became one long
succession of other people's orgasms. Forced to please mommy by day and
Jack by night, she often had to satisfy both in the evening before Deirdre
went to work. When they were alone, Jack continued to play sadistically
with the remote, forcing her to perform ever more degrading or painful
acts, and giving her punishment sometimes just for the fun of it. He began
to experiment with invisible bondage, making her pretend to be tied up
while he whipped or pinched her sensitive zones. Lying on the bed with her
legs spread wide apart, Jack would rape her cruelly with a horned dildo, or
smack her thoroughly with whips. He particularly seemed to enjoy making
her stand on her head against the wall while he whipped her pussy and small
breasts.
Over the next couple of weeks, Jack cautiously probed at Deirdre's
reactions to this situation, carefully trying to learn if her secret
desires matched his. Listening carefully as she murmured in her sleep,
Jack got the hints he needed to realize that she truly did enjoy having
such control over her daughter. Jack made up his mind to include Deirdre
in on the club picnic coming up next month. "Worst case, if she reacted
badly, I could always ship her off to the clinic as well," he chuckled.
Part 7: Back to School
Stephanie was looking forward to going back to school with a desperate
need that few people her age ever felt. It would be her freshman year in
high school, which was somewhat exciting in itself, but mostly she
desperately wanted time to be herself again, out from under the thumb of
mommy and that horrible monster Jack! When the day finally arrived, she
was up out of bed early, eager to complete her morning workout and chores
so she could get out of the house at last. Wolfing down her breakfast, she
was forced to give Jack a morning hummer before being allowed to head
outside to wait for the bus. Once the bus arrived, she climbed on, took a
lone seat in the back, and sat in dejected silence as she listened to the
other kids brag about what a great summer they had had, and how much they
hated going back to school. Once she arrived at school, she worked her way
to her home room and took a seat, waiting to find out what her class
schedule would be. The teacher, Mr. Franks, entered and began passing out
the schedules a few minutes later.
After listening to the orientation lectures and examining the
instructions they handed out to all new freshmen, Stephanie was allowed to
leave home room and explore her new school for the first time. She didn't
know anybody at this school yet, and she was looking forward meeting new
friends. She quickly located her locker, the gym and cafeteria, and began
wandering the halls to find all her class rooms.
Back at the house, Jack had not been idle. As soon as she had left the
house he went upstairs to make sure that Deirdre was going to sleep, and
then hustled down to the basement. Removing a large, wheeled black
equipment box from the closet in the spare room, he began setting up the
remote control and monitoring station he had purchased along with
Stephanie's upgrades. It took a little over an hour to set everything up,
and when he was done it looked like he'd purchased a tricked out gaming
computer. Twin flat panel monitors, keyboard, mouse, and really awesome
looking joystick sat on the desk, connected to the machine disguised as a
home computer. Ready at last, he fired everything up, and then entered
Stephanie's control codes on the console.
Connecting via the wireless modem to her onboard controller, the main
monitor of the system displayed a clear view of what Stephanie could see,
tapping in to the micro cameras they had installed in her eye sockets. The
other panel displayed diagnostic information, all the monitored inputs
inside her body, speed, location, etc. Tapping a key on the keyboard sent
a command, and he watched as Stephanie stopped dead in her tracks in shock.
Back at school, Stephanie felt the gentle twinge in her butt cheeks that
meant "STOP" and reacted immediately. A boy walking along behind slammed
into her and cried, "Watch it!" as he moved around her. Sure that she must
have imagined it, she took a tentative step forward and felt the hard shock
at her clit that was the normal punishment for disobeying an order.
Suppressing a cry, she stopped and stood still as she waited for more
instructions. Cursing Jack for not disabling her automatic commands before
sending her off to school, she worried what she might be made to do before
he could get here and turn it off. Signals flashed at her arms and legs,
and she began walking down the hall. She seemed to wander aimlessly,
through class rooms, down hallways, until she found herself back at the
gym. She was taken on a tour through the girls' locker room, and lingered
for a minute staring into the empty shower stalls, before being led back
out into the mail aisle of the school.
The halls were mostly deserted at the moment, with all the students
attending a lecture in the auditorium, but she noticed when an older boy
stepped around a corner a few paces in front of her and walked away. He
turned into the boy's room, and she forgot about him as she continued
walking forward. As she reached the door to the bathroom, she was signaled
to turn and proceed inside. Stunned, she hesitated and received a severe
jolt of punishment, much harder than normal for a first warning. The boy
looked up in alarm, hiding the penis he had just removed from his pants in
front of the urinal. He cried out "Hey, what are you doing?" when he saw a
girl walk in on him. Obeying her commands, she ignored his question,
walked up and placed her body between his and the urinal then went down on
her knees. Gently pulling at his pants, she exposed his penis once again.
Tilting her head back as far as she could, she opened her mouth wide and
placed the tip of his penis on her lower lip, and then placed her hands
behind her back as she waited.
Shocked at the scene before him, the high school junior looked down at
the beautiful younger girl kneeling before him, and then mentally shrugged
his shoulders. Who was he to argue with what she so obviously wanted from
him. Placing hand to cock to steady his aim, the boy began pissing into
Stephanie's open mouth. Filling up repeatedly, she swallowed the hot urine
over and over and waited for him to get done. Finished at last, the boy
thought it was over, but then she leaned in and began giving him a
professional head job. Wishing his own girlfriend was even half as
thoughtful, the boy pressed forward and enjoyed the rush as she sucked a
wad of cum out of his swollen penis. Just as he was pulling out, another
boy walked in on the scene and cried out, "What the hell!"
"Don't ask me!" said the first boy. "She just walked in here, made me
piss in her mouth, and then gave me the best damn blow job I've ever had!"
Stephanie had already received a signal and had her head tilted back with
her mouth wide open once more. "Here, give her a try if you don't believe
me."
Stepping away, he watched as the second boy self consciously unzipped
and inserted his penis into the girls' wide open mouth. Biting back unshed
tears, Stephanie swallowed and swallowed as the newcomer drained record
amounts of piss into her face. Pushing inside her open mouth slightly, the
boy shook his penis dry, banging it into her tongue and the roof of her
mouth several times. Once he was done, she again began sucking, sliding
his large cock down her throat until she could swallow another large load
of cum. Once he was finished, Stephanie was ordered to stand up. Placing
herself in front of the large door of the handicap stall she began a
seductive strip tease, tossing her clothes at the boys as if she didn't
care if she ever got them back. Once she'd removed everything she was made
to turn around slowly several time with her arms lifted over her head, then
enter the stall.
She lifted the toilet seat, stuck her head into the bowl, and thrust her
ass at the waiting boys. Not needing any more invitation than that, they
both crowded into the stall with her. Lifting her by the ankles, the first
boy pulled her into his crotch, slamming his rock hard penis into her
waiting pussy. Head in the bowl, arms wrapped around the rim, the water
covered her nose and most of her mouth. She began swallowing yellow toilet
water that the previous occupant had forgotten to flush to lower the water
level enough for her to breathe. Once the first boy had finished, and the
second was well on his way, two more walked in together, laughing and
joking about something. Staring at the scene in amazement for a minute,
they wasted no time getting in to line behind the others. Once all four
boys had taken a turn at the up thrust young cunt suspended in the toilet
stall, she stood up and moved over to the one who had had the largest cock.
Reaching in to stroke it back to life, she spun around and brought her ass
firmly onto the raised penis. Sitting down in his lap, she forced the cock
deep inside her ass as she lay back against his body. Next she hoisted
both legs into the air and wrapped her arms around them. Suspended in the
boys' lap with her ass penetrated by his penis, she moaned softly as he
wrapped her in a bear hug and began bouncing her body up and down on his
cock. Not wanting to miss out on that experience, each of the others lined
up to take their turn, until Stephanie's ass felt like it had been attacked
by a drain snake. Unable to get another rise out of their well worked
cocks, the boys could not help taking a few minutes to fondle the girl's
perky breasts, and rub her sore, oozing pussy a bit before getting dressed.
From inside her head, Stephanie heard a soft voice whisper, "Smile
pretty now and let them know that you'll be seeing them later! Make sure
they bring their friends too."
Realization that Jack had been directing this whole thing all the way
from home sent chills down her spine, but she smiled shyly up at the four
boys as she reached for her skirt and blouse. "Thank you so much for the
cum, boys!" she said, licking her lips. "I hope I'll be seeing you around
all year. Maybe you can invite me to a party and introduce me to all your
friends some time."
Directed to leave her underwear and bra on the floor, Stephanie stood
up, hoisted her skirt to show them her bare ass and twat for a moment, and
then marched casually out of the room. As she left the bathroom she felt
the signal that meant that she was being released from direct control and
she began sobbing softly as she went to go hide in a stall in the girl's
bathroom until she could get herself back under control. Being the first
day of school, it was only a half day and she nearly missed the bus home
before she could stop crying and wipe her face clean.
The next day as she was walking down the hall to her first class of the
new school year, Stephanie passed one of the boys' who'd been in the
bathroom yesterday. Seeing her coming he snaked an arm around her shoulder
casually and slipped a note between her partially exposed tits. Jack had
sent her to school with a short skirt, high cut shirt exposing her belly, a
pair of slinky sandals, and absolutely nothing else. Every little breeze
brushed against her uncovered pussy and she was terrified that someone
would notice that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Letting her pass once
the note was installed, the boy smiled at her as she walked past. Pulling
it out quickly before someone noticed it, she read it as she continued on
to her class.
Friday Night: 9:00pm
2247 Elmhurst St
Party all night!
Stuffing the note into her pocket, she forgot about it as she sat down
for her first class. The teacher was Miss. Eckstorm, a 68 year old biddy
with a mean disposition and a boring itinerary. The class was American
Literature, and Stephanie was bored to tears almost before she sat down.
Wanting to take a seat in the back, Jack directed her to get one in the
front row, immediately in front of the teacher. While the teacher droned
on and on, she sat back and starred distractedly at the black board. Jack,
watching through her eyes, was focused on the teacher, and he noticed the
way her eyes kept fastening on to Stephanie sitting right in front of her.
Eyes forward, they kept dropping periodically to focus on the girl's knees
pinched together under the desk. Experimentally, he commanded Stephanie to
spread her knees slightly and squirm in her seat. As he'd expected, the
teacher's eyes immediately locked for a moment on the opening legs as she
continued on with her lecture.
With a verbal command Jack gave Stephanie some new, detailed
instructions. Startled fully awake by the voice in her head, she listened
in growing horror at what Jack had in mind for her today. Sliding back in
her chair, she opened her knees wide and wrapped her ankles behind the back
chair legs. Miss. Eckstorm's eyes widened as she was able to see that the
young girl in front of her had no underwear on at all! Stumbling in her
speech for a second, she pulled her eyes away and continued with the
lesson, ending 20 minutes later with a modest homework assignment.
Stephanie fiddled with her paper, taking notes and putting away her books
as her classmates began leaving the room. Once they'd mostly left, she
slid down in her chair and stuck her finger into her twat right in front of
the teacher, licking her lips suggestively as the older woman watched in
fascination. Standing at last, Stephanie walked seductively over to the
class room door, shut it, and turned the lock.
"What do you think you're doing, young lady!" the teacher tried to
bluff, as she sauntered back over to the teacher's desk.
"Anything you want me to, ma'am," she replied in a sexy voice. Hoisting
her skirt completely up over her waist, she sat on the edge of the desk,
kicked one leg high and to the side, and then began massaging her pussy
with a finger. Unable to control herself when offered such a luscious
opportunity, the woman struggled with herself only briefly before kneeling
down and pressing her face into the open crotch. Licking at the young
pussy immediately began to make her hot and she wrestled to open her blouse
to help cool herself off while she continued to slide her tongue in and
out. After a few minutes, as Stephanie continued to participate very
willingly, she stood up and pulled the girl into a long, narrow supply
closet at the back of the room. Almost ripping it off in her hurry, Miss.
Eckstorm stripped out of her slacks and dropped her huge panties to the
floor. Hopping up on the long bench on one side of the room she spread her
legs wide and beckoned the girl in towards her crotch. Fat and nasty, she
weighed almost 200 pounds, and her dried, crusty pussy hadn't seen action
in decades. Suppressing her gagging reaction and trying to hide it under a
fake smile, Stephanie dove in after receiving her second warning jolt of
punishment since she'd entered the small room.
Working with a will, she quickly brought the attention starved pussy to
orgasm, and continued on until she had forced the woman to explode three
more times in a frenzy of ecstasy. Exhausted and disheveled, the teacher
began pulling her clothes back on, fear of discovery beginning to send
panic down her spine. As she was getting dressed, Stephanie continued to
kneel at her feet, looking up submissively as she asked quietly, "Do you
need a teacher's assistant this year Miss Eckstorm? I'm available fourth
period during study hall, as well as before or after school on some days."
Starring at the girl, taking in the offer implicit in meetings outside
school hours, she felt a wave of emotions rush through her as she studied
the child. Fear, desire, nervous tension, and more raced through her, but
it was all swamped by the shear passion she'd felt during the last half
hour and screaming orgasm had flooded her body.
"Yes," she replied slowly, "I think I could do with a teacher's
assistant this year. I'll clear it with your counselor. Fourth period
should work nicely. Do you suppose your parents would mind if I took you
home Monday nights? You could help me, um, grade papers..." her voice
faded away.
"I'm sure that will be fine, Miss Eckstorm. Would you like me to get a
note from my parents?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes, do that. I'll see you back here again tomorrow, then, during
fourth period." Recovering her composure, she began fixing her hair and
attire and assisted Stephanie make herself presentable once more before
shooing the girl from the room.
Afterwards, Stephanie ran straight to the nearest bathroom to wash her
mouth out with soap. YUCK! That was worse than licking the shit off
Jack's ass that one time! And now she had a date with the old hag every
Monday night and probably most days of the week when she was at school!
WHY ME?
(Author's Note: To all those who have asked: *YES* I intend to keep
writing this story. I've got enough ideas on this that I'll probably be
writing it for years yet. I do appreciate the comments and suggestions my
readers have been making for this story, but most of the plot line ideas
that I've gotten I had already thought of and have plans to include at some
point. Keep them coming though. I thoroughly enjoy writing this story,
and I'm glad to see that so many of you enjoy reading it as well. My next
installment has a bit of a plot twist, as I'm introducing a new character,
but don't worry, I'll get back to Stephanie soon enough. Thanks for all
the great comments I've received from many of you!)
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.a 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 desperaely 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!"