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Chaper 1
NOT JUNK
As the crowds passed by she sat there, totally unnoticed and utterly unnoticeable. Flicking through the paper, her cappuccino going cold in her hand she was glancing at the words. The words seemed to form a smooth pattern across the dull, crumpled sheets but other than a pretty pattern barely a word in front of her made sense.
Individual words stuck out, almost like they were jumping out from the sheet, WAR,TAX, RAPE, FINE, ECONOMY, JAIL, TERRORISM, but none of them where good words.
“Same old, same old” she muttered to herself as she swept her mousey brown hair back into its rather tight pony tail.
One member of the group managed to bump the table as they passed and some of the cappuccino spilt onto the newspaper. She picked up the paper and dabbed the spillage with a plain white napkin and feathered through the damaged pages. On the corner of one of the pages she noticed an advert, small in size around 2 inches by two inches with just one line of text. Are you a woman between 25-40 wanting to try something DIFFERENT and a contact number below.
Glancing at her watch she realised the time and without caring she tore the corner of the paper and stuffed it into her purse and set off to work.
As the day drew to a close she breathed a sigh of relief as she got into her car. Starting the engine she turned on the radio hoping for something in the way of jolly inspiration to brighten her mood but there was nothing but news and travel information so as she set off she pressed play on the stereo and played a few oldies.
She hadn’t gone far, a mile perhaps down the road when the traffic came to a standstill. The air conditioning unit hadn’t worked in a while and with a bus on her right hand side opening the window wasn’t much of an option.
She reached for her tobacco and rolled herself a cigarette, “ I should have listened to the travel info” she thought. Fifteen minutes later and she hadn’t moved an inch. She reached into her purse and looked for the crumpled piece of torn advertisement from the paper she had had earlier.
Reaching for her phone she dialled the number.
“please leave your email address after the tone” the automated voice said and then came the beep, that usual answering machine type beep. “How very typical” she thought to herself.
She hung up. She didn’t leave any information; she was simply annoyed at the response from the other end of the line.
“If that’s their idea of something different I want no part” she first thought to herself, and then as the time went by she mellowed a little.
“I wonder,, well it can’t hurt to try, what’s the harm, really?”
She reached for her phone and called the number, leaving her email address this time.
Sifting through the bills when she got in she placed the bills in a neat pile on top of the others she had received that week. The ones on the top where now showing glimmers of red through the plastic letter box on the envelope where her name and address sit. “How utterly obvious” she thought to herself in total anger. It isn’t bad enough I can barely make ends meet but I get hounded by the wolves at every turn.
Grabbing the laptop she went to run the bath.
As the water was steaming out of the tap she undressed and sat on the toilet with the laptop on her knee. Opening her email she fumbled through her facebook reminders and ignored the ones trying to sell her something, then she noticed a new one labelled NOT JUNK with no other word in the title, she clicked it to open it.
Dear Lady,
I am contacting you regarding your response to the advert placed in the Derby Telegraph.
We are an adult fetish company offering private services to both men and women.
We are offering you the opportunity to earn £22,000.00
If you are interested please respond.
MK
She stared at the email for a while, she had had so many bogus and stupid emails before claiming all sorts of utter nonsense that she didn’t really take it seriously.
But what a silly sort of figure, why not £20,000.00? Why not just round off the figure?.
She got up from the toilet and checked the bath water. It was so hot she had to lower herself slowly but that’s how she always liked it, really hot, the type that makes your skin go red in an instant, the type where you can feel your toes burning when you have walked about without any socks on for a while.
She lay back and wet her hair, rubbed some shampoo in and then flipped back to her emails, she decided to send a reply.
To whom this may concern,
I am responding to your email to enquire about the service you are offering
Lady.
She decided not to use her name, or her pseudonym on her email TY. She had no intention of letting some idiot get hold of her details and hound her, but it didn’t stop her curiosity and it certainly didn’t stop her pressing the send button.
She glanced at the tabs in firefox and noticed there was an unread message in her emails. She clicked it to open the tab and to her astonishment there was another email titled NOT JUNK. She opened it.
To Lady,
We provide paid for services for private clients who have particular needs and are looking for a special lady who could fulfil these requirements.
MK
Now she really was puzzled, short and sweet but it answered her question. She clicked the reply button and thought for a moment. Fetish was something she had tinkered with before, but it had been a while, that sort of money was crazy if it was a serious offer. What if this person was simply crazy or wanted to kill her. How could she know, you hear of all sorts of things and her mind was playing with some very vivid ideas.
What if,,,
That’s the question.
Simply What if,,,
So she responded as brief and as swiftly as he had responded to her.
To MK
What are the particular requirements?
Lady
She decided to address him directly, at least she assumed he was a man.
She lay back and began rinsing the conditioner from her scalp and hair keeping a watchful eye on the email tab, waiting for a response.
After she had finished she noticed there had been another unread message, with a tinge of excitement now she clicked the tab and smiled when she saw the email titled NOT JUNK.
Dear Lady,
Our requirements can be many or they can be few.
MK
Now she was a little perturbed by this response, she expected some more detail, something she could think about, not some obscure line that really didn’t mean a thing.
Sitting up sharply and making the bath water slash onto the carpet slightly she clicked the respond button.
Dear MK
What is the main requirement?
Lady
She smiled at her little one liner as he seemed to be a man of few words.
She pulled the plug and got out and when she was dry went into the bedroom. She slipped on her house coat and sat down.
There was another email titled REQUIREMENTS.
Dear Lady
The main requirement would be that we have full use and access to your body for 36 hours.
MK
“ what does he mean my body, Maybe he does intend to kill me and leave me and leave me for dead somewhere. Who in their right mind talks to someone like that. Full access to your body, seriously who does he think he is.” She smoked her cigarette and thought about it for a while.
“£20,000.00 is tempting though I wonder what he does want. Maybe it’s a master slave thing. Maybe he wants me to be his slave for that period of time. That’s much more like it. That’s more fetish than anything else. I wonder what he wants to do with me. Surley I would have a say, it’s the slaves who usually have the real power in those situations isn’t it?”
She reached over and pulled the laptop to her knee,
Dear MK
Will I get it back when you have finished?
Lady
She smiled as she clicked the send button, she didn’t wait long for a response
Dear Lady
As much as it is possible to assure via this form of communication I can assure you that you and your body will be reunited intact and fully functioning should you choose to take part.
MK
His words where right, they did little to really assure her, but she knew for now it was simply emails and the conversation had captured her imagination.. He was to her dark and mysterious and she wanted to know more.
Dear MK
If having the use of my body for 36 hours is the first requirement, what would be the second?
Lady
She was drawn to him, more from her inquisitive side but what a tease. The idea of the money had gone from her mind, and her thoughts raced wildly as she waiting for a response.
Dear Lady
Endurance for the worst pain imaginable to any woman.
MK
Sitting back she began to imagine what it could be, her mind raced with thoughts “does he want to cut me? What if its FGM, I wouldn’t want any permanent scaring, £22,000.00 isnt worth that” she thought ,her mind was boggling with thoughts and ideas but the truth of the matter was she really had no idea.
“he said imaginable to a woman, does he mean a woman in particular?”.
. Dear MK
If you are a man how do you know what the worse pain for a woman is?
Lady
She rolled another cigarette and sat back awaiting his response.
By the time she had smoke it there it was.
Dear Lady
Have you seen this?
www.youtube.com/?hudsab../dsjd?{dsjn}
MK
Tracy clicked the link and it opened a short video, one she had seen before of two men having a vest put on them to simulate the pain of childbirth. She had watched it a few weeks ago while surfing and strangely found it slightly intriguing; if she was going to be honest to herself, she had to admit that she actually wanted to try it out. She wondered if it was like the real thing, only without the real baby at the end, this would be an addition to her now well nurtured fantasies about the subject which had grown somewhat over the years. Something she never really discussed with anyone. Fantasies where not supposed to be about things like that.
She deliberated for a while, reaching for her cup of tea then pressed reply.
Dear MK
Are you for real?
Lady
Quietly in the back of her mind she was hoping he would say that he was. She had an itch, not like a skin itch, it was much deeper than that, one that she could never scratch.
Cautiously and with thoughts racing through her head she clicked to open the email which appeared moments later.
Dear Lady,
It is
MK
At this point she was a little apprehensive about letting too many thoughts race and tried to take charge of them, she opened her email and began a response.
Dear MK
Are there other requirements?
Lady
She wrote, now she was unsure. She had masturbated many times to thoughts, but they were just thoughts, the actual idea of things being real, being made to feel real she was aware was something completely different indeed.
Her mind raced as a response came through.
Dear Lady
There could be many others.
MK
“Always so cryptic” she thought.
Dear MK
So how does this work?
Lady
She was anxious to know, every inch of her being felt so drawn in, so encapsulated by the ideas that she not only wanted to know, she felt she needed to.
She just had to see what the response said, she had teased and thought about the possibilities for far too long.
The title of the next email was AUCTION.
She paused for a moment, she wanted to let the ideas roll through her mind before she clicked the button but the suspense was crippling her, she had to know.
Dear Lady,
If you submit yourself to me, you will be auctioned off in timed and action slots. From which you will receive 50% of the fee paid.
After a rigorous health check –Auction slot one set fee £4,000
The simulator will be placed on you for a 5 minute time on setting 1 (mild) trial – no slot
You will then be required to sign a waiver which states at no point during the 36 hours will the simulator be removed. You will have to endure it from beginning to end. The simulator has 36 settings and each hour the simulator will be turned up a level.
You will be restrained in various ways to facilitate access to your body without being able to touch or remove the device yourself. At the end of which you will receive £20,000.00 plus half of any fee’s received for client participation.
This will totally depend upon what you are willing to endure on top of the simulator.
The minimum you will receive is £2,000 if you just undergo the inspection, the minimum from the experience would be £22,000.00
MK
Tracy had to re-read this several times before the whole idea had sunk into her head. 36 Hours of pain, increasing, the pain getting gradually worse. How much worse? Was five minutes really enough to decide whether she could endure the pain the machine would give her? Then her thoughts turned to her own experiences at child birth, she wondered if it would really simulate the same pain. She had had three children of her own and the labour pains she had endured with them all had been different.
“Is he for real?” she thought to herself,” is he seriously offering me what I think he is? Perhaps this is a joke” she thought. Most of her other sideways thoughts where regarding her safety, not just meeting someone online but her health should it be real and she decided to actually take part.
Dear MK
How do I know ill be safe?
Lady
She replied, again she had no idea why that was now the most dominating thought in her whole being, maybe it was because she was really and truly considering it.
Her response was swift
Dear Lady
The doctor who will oversee the device and care for your every need is based in Derby. If you wish to speak to him must first sign a confidentiality waiver. What we do is legal and above board.
See attachment
MK
She opened the attachment and read the form through. It sounded complete and quiet detailed in its entirety, it looked very real and like all the bases where covered. Should she choose to take part she must not reveal the Doctors name at any point. In the event of a name being given out she would be liable to pay back all monies received from the experience.
It was to be the only name she would know throughout the experience. He was based on London road and the experience would also be taking place there.
She read the rest of the form out loud
Should she sign the form and add a date which must be within the next 7 days she may speak to him after the health inspection. If she should choose not go ahead with the experience after the consultation she will leave with nothing.
If she however chooses to go ahead, the inspection will take place immediately afterwards. There is to be a 20 minute window inside which she must decide.
The auction action slots must be filled in and retuned with the waiver enclosed.
The time for your consultation will be the last appointment for the doctor of the day at 8pm.
Leaving an hour for the consultation and decision making process. This will mean your experience will end 36 hours from 9pm that evening so you will be free to go home from 10 am on the second day. This leaves an hour for your final medical examination.
Auction Actions
Each action is bid upon. There are many clients.
Clients time slots are decided after bidding has taken place and purchases calculated.
Minimum action bid £1000
All bids are confidential.
Clients may perform more than one action in their given time slot.
Clients may have assistants/other participants present. Additional fee’s will apply
Clients may be of either sex.
All clients will be checked for sexually transmitted diseases Friday morning and isolated until their time slot.
You will undertake a test for sexually transmitted diseases during your consultation.
Results take 45 minutes and will be completed before you undertake the trial.
Please circle the actions with which you agree to submit yourself to. You may circle as many or as few as you wish.
Each action may or may not be done depending on client demand.
Actions may be done more than once.
There is a section below where you can write actions and provisions of your own should you wish to offer something else to the equation or remove something which may be done that is not inferred here.
Any action may be requested, bided upon and overseen by our resident surgeon.
All clients may watch previous clients, live footage will be available.
Enema--gagging--whipping lv1 – whipping lv2--whipping lv3—whipping lv4—caning—abandonment—total restraint—water sports—anal probing—vaginal probing—anal penetration—vaginal penetration—oral penetration—stretching—suspension—humiliation—blindfolded—breast feeding--
For your personal requests-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tracy read it through; she had suspected something like this, but it seemed so surreal. She decided if she was going to do this, she may as well go the whole hog. It was the tease, the idea that was so luring.
She decided she needed to think if she wanted anything added to the list. She wanted to make sure that she would appear desirable, she wanted this experience, she felt like she needed this experience.
The only thing that was missing was the actual birth, the stretching may be used for that it but it doesn’t actually state it. She knew there was a doctor present and wondered to herself if they would be prepared to simulate the stretching that occurs during the birth. He would be able to stitch her up if required.
She circled every action on the form and submitted her request, including that stitching may be given if required. Asserting however that no other permanent scaring should take place on any part of her body.
Feeling confident in her decision she sent her reply.
Dear MK
After reviewing the contract and requirements within I have decided to accept the offer of the experience and have included all relevant forms.
The chosen date for the consultation is Friday the 21st of June which is 6 days from now.
Lady
She had chosen this date so she didn’t miss any work but could call in sick Monday morning if required.
She had to wait a little while before she received a new email and this time it was entitled THE APPOINTMENT.
Dear Lady
Preparations will be made to accommodate your personal request. If you think of anything else to add please contact me before 9am Friday morning which is when bidding will commence.
Dr Stanton will make the appointment for you. Please be at the walk in clinic for 8.45pm.
You are required to bring only your banking details.
All bids will be in by Friday evening and the total amount due to you will be revealed during your consultation.
Funds will be transferred by electronic transferee into your account upon completion of the second waiver before the Experience begins.
MK
Tracy was so excited that night she could hardly sleep. Even her usual masturbation session followed by a dull documentary was not enough to send her over. She put on some meditation music and decided to clear her mind in an effort to get some REM before the sun started to shine through her bedroom curtains and life began outside again.
The following day continued as normal with one exception, the bills she had piled up on the desk the evening before she placed in the kitchen draw. She went over to Tesco and did some shopping and took the dog a walk in the local park before pottering around the house and eventually driving to her mums to see the children.
Her mum invited her to go to bingo that evening, as she did most evenings, although this evening was different, the usual things that irritated her about the whole bingo thing no longer seemed to bother her. She had something else on her mind which was far more distracting and pleasing. They were so much on her mind that during the break between the main session Tracy went into the ladies bathroom, removed her boots and Jeans and began to rub herself , she tried laying on the floor which was too awkward, it wasn’t big enough really for her to stretch out so she tried something she had never tried before and got onto her knees, it was hard at first but she soon got into the rhythm. She imagined being there, in a hospital type room, slightly tied with the simulator on, she imagined the tightening and cramping sensations pass over her body and men around her watching her. No pity or remorse in their eyes, sheer excitement in some and utter boredom in others.
She imagined hands all over her, inside her. Touching her, exploring her as she felt this pain rush over her, She imagined the different ways they could and would take her and the ways in which they would restrain her.
She could almost hear their voices as she knelt in excruciating pain pleading for them to let her stand to relieve the pain but them just watching her, touching her, examining her.
She left that cubical calm and collected, her panties damp from the excitement, she checked her hair in the mirror and went and sat back down in the main hall, waiting patiently for the second half to begin.
The remainder of the week passed mostly uneventful however with only one exception. When she was driving back from Sheffield she felt the urge to play. She was travelling down the M1 at approximately 80 mph at 2am on Wednesday morning, she didn’t really want to stop the car, or find a service station to even pull into. She undid her jeans and slipped them down to her knees, the road was clear and dry, just the odd truck travelling in the slow lane.
Reaching down she slipped her fingers between her legs and began to imagine being tied in that very position, having to concentrate on what was in front of her and respond accordingly while the contraction simulator was tearing through her body and while her vagina was being stretching open, almost tearing. She dug her nails in as she played to give her a quick sharp pain as the waves of pleasure flowed over her and it was enough to send her so close to the edge.
She had no idea if it was even possible, but she imagined opening her legs and having to push out this immense ball, her fingers played and scratched as her mind raced away, all the while the car cruised along. The painted lines blurring in front of her as she got closer and closer to her climax the car got closer and closer to 100mph, she couldn’t lift her foot without ruining her rhythm so she pushed harder and faster until finally it engulfed her in a wave of wild, untethered energy, looking down she saw the car was doing 110mph and her foot was released slowly until she had reached a more safer speed with which she could finish her journey home.
When Friday came she was almost in a dead panic. It was something she had thought and regaled about in her own mind and fantasies, she knew however that what she was attempting to do that evening was border line stupid. There were no guarantees that she would be safe, however she chose to make it as safe as possible. She left her email address open in her tabs window so the emails could be read and wrote the address down of the walk in centre where her interview would be. If anything happened to her she thought this would be the best place for someone to start looking.
Glancing around the room she made sure everything was as it should be before she checked the hour for hundredth time. She definitely wasn’t going to be late, not today of all days. She checked herself in the large mirror which was placed in the hallway just before the front door she gave herself an apprehensive smile, fluffed her hair up slightly then grabbed her car keys and shut her front door.
The drive was uneventful in its actions but her mind began to race the second se turned the key. “There’s still time to back out” she said allowed to herself as she looked at herself in the rear view mirror. She continued driving none the less.
Pulling into the car park she was greeted by a man in a luminescent waist coat, “The clinic is no longer accepting new patients” he said when he approached the window.
“I have an appointment at 8.45pm” she said in a rather shaky voice.
Thoughts raced through her mind. What if it was all a wind up and secretly they were watching and laughing at her for turning up to such a silly set up, the stupid whore they would be saying, and they wouldn’t be far wrong.
“Park in bay one Lady” he replied to her and pointed to the space near the main entrance marked reserved.
The waiting room was quiet when she came in, the cleaners were just finishing up and the reception staff where bidding their farewells for the weekend. As the staff began to filter out she sat there alone, there was just the hum of the Hoover out in the hallway as the cleaner finished his shift.
A woman with a young baby wrapped in a blanket left by the door across from where she sat marked surgery room 4. She thanked the Doctor through the doorway so Tracy couldn’t see him and cuddling her child close into her smiled at Tracy as she made her way to the exit.
Tracy sat there in silence and waited.
A man appeared from the room at exactly 9pm “come in” he said, although he didn’t really look at her.
She got up from her seat and made her way into the surgery. It was a sparse room, just a desk with a computer and a small black telephone and some tissues. There were no family photos or personal artefacts of any kind. There were two hard plastic chairs on her side of the desk and a softer leather chair on his side. A tiny window was placed in the top left hand corner of the room which was frosted so as to diffuse the remaining light from the sun as it crept through.
In the corner of the room there was a raised bed with a white curtain on a rail tidily pulled back, a sink and a few cupboards with a sideboard next to it which had rubber gloves and small bottles arranged neatly next the taps.
The Doctor placed some files in the cabinet at the side of him and didn’t even turn to look at her when he said “remove your clothing and lay down on the bed”
Tracy froze momentarily, it wasn’t exactly the way she used to being spoken ,but she gathered herself and proceed to the bed, after she had pulled the curtain across to maintain a little of her dignity. She folded her clothes and placed them neatly on the side board where there was room and lay back on the bed. The room was cold and she could feel the air like icy fingers moving over her body.
The curtain was pulled back in a rough manner and the man had his attention on the clipboard in front of him. “Knees up, ankles together and legs apart, place your hands under your bottom” he said as he opened one of the draws and began ferreting about for something.
Tracy did as she was told, she dared not disobey him, she wanted this and this man hadn’t even bothered to look at her yet.
She was facing the wall but she could hear him pull the latex gloves onto his hands behind her.
“breath out” He said, as Tracy did this he slid something cold and metallic inside of her vagina, it must have been a speculum, something she had had used on her before, usually though the doctors warm them slightly and put some lubrication on, this man was very rough and the thing was so cold, it felt like it had been refrigerated for hours.
She felt the swab inside her, and he placed the specimens onto a glass slide, then sandwiched it with another slide and placed it into a tube of liquid.
“On your knees, face the wall” he demanded as he pulled the speculum from her sharply. She knelt up and did as she was asked. He placed his hand on her back and forced her body down so her head was almost touching her knees and placed something that was just as icy cold as the previous instrument inside her anus. He fiddled for a moment until he opened it as wide as he needed it. Tracy could feel it stretching her, it was sore and uncomfortable, he kept opening it wider and she felt like she would begin to tear if he persisted much more. she could feel the sharp edges digging into the delicate flesh that was the elasticated entrance to her lower bowl. She moaned little as he took a rough deep few swabs from her.
“open your knees” he requested and used his left hand to press her head down and the other hand to guide her to lift her body off of her legs, this Tracy felt, was a much more comfortable position. He put his fingers insider her vagina and pulled down, opening her roughly. He tugged at her labia harshly before pinching her clitoris callously between his finger and thumb. She felt something cold, like tweezers pull the delicate flesh that covered her clitoris up, and he proceeded to take a cotton bud and take a swab from here also. Placing it into a specimen tube he put a label on the side and marked the bottles with a red x.
Using his thumbs he pried her anus apart again, pinching the skin around the opening and pulling at it, like he was testing the elasticity of the sore already stretched flesh.
“open your mouth” he said as he snapped the gloves off his hands and went to put on a new pair. He came over to her and without even glancing at her face he pushing his fingers inside her mouth and visually inspected her while she remained in the kneeling position from before.
Reaching across her he took more cotton buds and used them to take further swabs from inside her mouth.
Walking over to the table so he could label them he instructed her to lay on her front with her hands by her side. She watched him mark the labels as she shifted herself rather clumsily into position on the hospital bed.
He changed his gloves again before coming over to her and began prodding and poking at her stomach. Pushing down so hard it made her curl up slightly.
When he had finished he moved over to his desk and pressed a button on the phone that sat near his computer monitor. Shortly afterwards a tall blonde man with thick hefty arms and a solid back entered the room. He walked straight by the bed and didn’t even glance at her as collected the samples which had been neatly placed on a metal tray for collection, before turning and leaving.
Tracy was still flat on her back with her hands by her sides when the doctor approached her and finally for the first time looked at her face.
“Questions?” he asked.
“Am I ok?” she replied humbly,
“We won’t know that until the tests are back”. He told her.
“As per your request, preparations have been made which will substitute your demand sufficiently and a suture kit will be at hand. Ordinarily the day you leave here would be the last time you would see me but your requirements presented me with a cause for concern regarding your health and I have a duty of care, you are my patient and I will ensure you are 100% when your experience is over” He said in a deep, cold calculating voice.
“I must admit I have been a little scared to be honest” she replied meekly
“Worry not, your health is and will remain my primary concern” he told her. “Any questions?”
“May I get dressed now?” she asked in a joking manor as she began to sit up.
“No” he replied sharply “and stay in the position I have set you in, you will obey every word and every command. You will do as asked unless required to do otherwise do you understand”
She lay back and let her mind relax a little in the hopes of remembering some of the questions she had deemed so very important only moments before walking into that room.
“It’s understandable to be nervous” He said to her, his tone had changed a little.
“I’m not nervous I’m terrified” she replied
“You can always leave” he said as he left his seat and opened the door for her.
“Unless you have something to ask me stay quiet until I say otherwise” he retorted as he closed the door and sat back at his desk. Taking out some paper work he busied himself.
There was a gentle knock at the door,
“Enter” said the doctor
“all clear” where the words that came from a voice that was hidden behind the door so she couldn’t see her face, she knew it was a woman though.
He opened his draw and took from it a form which was stapled in one corner and placed it on the desk in front of him.
“Sit up” he said as he came over to her. The door to the surgery opened and a woman came in, she had long dark hair that was plated neatly down her back which was a stark difference to her brilliant blue eyes. Her features where softly curved and on the brow of her nose where a small multitude of freckles that stood out on her rather pale skin. In front of her she wheeled in a trolley which had a small electronic device on the top and a shelf with something on underneath.
“Arms up” she said in a rather stern voice.
Tracy raised her arms as the woman took the contraption from the shelf and reaching around her she fastened it like a corset around Tracy’s waist. It sat directly under her breasts so as to push them up slightly but low in the bottom so as to cover her tail bone, Tracy had to do a little shifting around to help the woman get it centred correctly and move her large breasts out of the way as it was clipped up.
Then the woman went over to the small electrical contraption and connected it securely to the front of the corset.
“on your knees” The woman demanded.
Tracy did as she was bid, tensing up, she clamped her teeth together in preparation for what was to come.
“Do you wish to proceed?” The doctor asked
“Yes” she replied and clamped teeth once more.
The doctor nodded to the woman who turned a few dials before finally engaging the machine.
Tracy gripped the edge of the bed tightly, her teeth clamped shut and her eyes where screwed tightly closed. It began as more of a sensation, one of tightening around her lower spine and as it spread across to her front it intensified greatly, she had felt this before. As the pain became worse she found it hard to steady herself, she tried to remember the breathing she had done so many moons ago in preparation for the real thing but somehow it didn’t seem that severe. The pain grew and travelled up to just below her breasts and it felt as though it was encompassing her entire mid region which was not similar but then it peaked as it made its way back down ending across her lower mid-section quiet intensely. Not too intense though, it was most definitely manageable, at this point anyway.
The pain eased gradually into nothing and she was left on her knees, her body inching slowly back into its normal relaxed state.
“The final valuation of fee’s to be paid to you stand at £85,500.00 you have five minutes in which to deice your chosen course of action” Doctor Stanton said to her.
“The figure is written into the contract; you must fill in your bank details and signed both pages. You may go the desk and read the contract” He said as he held out his hand in order to help her dismount from the high hospital bed.
She sat down the cold plastic chair felt like it was sticking to her buttocks as she leant forward and pulled the sheet towards her.
I Tracy Sutcliff
It started. She stared in disbelief, how had they got her details? How did they know her real name, she had never once give it to them.
Declare that I submit entirely and with full consent to the entire course of the simulator and all auction actions previously agreed to in statement one.
I agree to hold until death the name of my contact and will surrender all funds if the agreement is not upheld.
The management can confirm that all participants are free of sexually transmitted diseases and that no client would engage in sexual activity without the appropriate protection unless the client was unable to ejaculate or desire to ejaculate was not present.
Accidental ejaculation will not be tolerated. A fine of £50,000.00 would be paid in this event and the cost of treatment for the recipient covered in full.
I understand that at no point will I be able to physically remove the simulator from my person and it will not be removed for me unless at any point in time there is a significant risk to my health.
I agree to accept payment of £85,000.00 for my full participation payable upon signing of this contract.
I enter this contract fully aware that it is binding.
Signature.
She read it over and over, it was so short, it didn’t really seem enough considering the magnitude of what she was about to embark upon, but she had heard the figure right. It was there before her in black and white, there was definitely no mistaking that.
“times up” He said as he approached her.
Tapping the pen on the desk a whole myriad of thoughts bombarded her brain but there were far too many for her to make much sense of them. Each footstep he took towards her echoed through the room and got louder as he approached. She felt the warmth from his hand when he laid it heavily on her bare shoulder.
She put the pen to the page and signed what felt like her life away, literally. She filled in her banking details and placed the pen on the desk.
“I’ll see you upstairs” the woman said as she wheeled the trolley out.
The doctor took the form and signed into his computer. Loading the banking page he made the transferee. Handing her the phone he suggested that she check with her bank that the funds were in place.
She dialled the NatWest, put in her pin number and password and waited anxiously for the robotic female voice on the other end of the line to tell her what her current balance was standing it.
“The balance on you current account ending in 3166 is £85,123.57p. Tracy was gobsmacked, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even smile to enjoy it she just felt so numb. It was like the ground had opened up before her but it didn’t swallow her whole, it sent a rush of air beneath her feet and she felt as though she was floating.
“Follow me” the doctor demanded and Tracy knowing now that she was in fact his personal property for the duration of the contract obediently got out of her chair. There was a sweat mark on the plastic where she had been sat and the moisture began evaporating before her eyes as she pushed it back underneath the desk into its resting place. She took a last glance around the room before closing the door.
Walking down the corridor she was led into a winding stairwell. As they descended she began to realise the enormity of what she had just done. She wasn’t scared as much as she had expected to be though, she was curious. Of course there was some hesitation and a little fear but her body was racing with adrenalin, she had set the wheels in motion and it was too late to back out now. “I could run” she thought “would they stop me?” but she knew she was too excited now and wanted to stay the course.
She was led to a door which was labelled “observation surgery room 1”. The door was thick and heavy, made of metal and painted a deep ocean blue. The room before her was much bigger than the previous one she had undergone her inspection in. There was a bed in the middle complete with birthing stirrups. On the floor in the corner where what looked like metal hooks, as she glanced around the room she noticed that there where hooks dotted around the place, in the walls and on the floors. Beside the bed was a large metal surgical trolley and draped on top was a green blanket, covering what she assumed where many pieces of surgical equipment.
The doctor came forward and lifted the sheet slightly revealing a leather strap, complete with a thick metal ring . He picked it up and placed it around Tracy’s neck, securing it well enough to ensure it couldn’t come off but not too tight so as to restrict her head movement too much. Two smaller but thicker straps where placed around her wrists and two more around her ankles, as before tight and secure but to not tight as to restrict movement or blood flow.
The Doctor took her hands and clipped them to the ring on the collar around her neck so she was unable to brace herself as before. She could no longer balance herself or prepare and this sent a wave of reality through her mind.
As soon as he had finished he turned the simulator on. The sensation was the same as before; it grew slowly, gradually encompassing her lower half. This time she clasped the side of her face, she had nothing else she could grip onto. She wriggled on the chair as she pressure from the pain in her lower back was amplified by being in a seated position, this intensified the pain significantly. This was the first time the real reality of her situation was felt with every ounce of her being.
The surgery door opened and a man in a black suit came in the room. Walking over to the bed he told Tracy to lay back.
She looked over at the doctor as if needing some sort of reassurance.
He grabbed her hair and slammed her backwards.
“Remember the rules” he asserted.
The new man took her legs and placed them into the stirrups, securing them tightly with the Velcro straps. By now the next sensation was starting to grow, the tightening was beginning.
It was just moving upwards and intensifying when the new man inserted something into her anus, the dual sensations of pain where overwhelming, she raised her buttocks off the bed in an effort to move herself away from the alien intrusion.
The doctor had just the remedy for that, he reached around the bed and took a thick black Velcro strap from either side and tightly pinned her flat to the mattress with it. Her movement was so restricted that every attempt merely made the pain deep inside her belly so much worse, coupled with the now odd sensation of liquid being pumped inside her rectum she grasped huge handfuls of her own hair in an effort to stabilize the whirlwind of new sensations which seemed to her to be drowning her.
As the simulation faded her awareness of what was happening to her down below came to the forefront. She looked over and noticed that a bag of fluids containing around 2 litres had been hung beside the bed and the pipe was directed exactly where she thought it was.
It was an uncomfortable feeling; the fluid was cold and just seemed to be accumulating. The man squeezed the bag slightly to hurry the movement of the fluid and it wasn’t very long before the entire container had been drained of its contents.
He began removing the straps from her ankles and as he did so the next contraction was starting. The restrained where removed and he demanded that she get up and follow him to the corner of the room.
The power of the contraction had not changed from before but it was more intense now, her uncomfortably full abdomen allowed the pain to flood over her so much quicker and there was still something lodged in her anus. Something that didn’t feel that wide but it certainly felt quite deep, she could feel it pushing against the side walls as she tried to get to her feet.
As soon as she was stood up the pain seemed to ease a little and she was able to feel three sensations at once without either one overwhelming the other. She walked as slowly as she dared to the corner of the room. By the time she got there the contraction was in full swing.
He ordered her to her knees and uncoupled her hands from her neck fastening. All she wanted to do was curl up to ease the pain but as she knelt down the pain became increasingly more unbearable as her tummy sloshed with the cast amount of liquid that had been pumped into her.
The man took hold of each of her hands and hooked them wide apart half way up, forcing her to kneel up as it was impossible to rest her buttocks on her rear thighs. She had a little room to bend but not much.
“push it out” he demanded.
Tracy had no idea what he meant, the sensation was just starting to pass though and after a few moments of bewilderment it dawned on her that he must have meant whatever it was that was lodged in her anus. The thought occurred to her that the instrument that was there was the only thing holding the liquid in place and as soon as that was out the fluid would come rushing out, all over her knees, feet, the floor, everything.
She knew it wouldn’t just be fluid that would come from inside her either, an enema was meant to clear a person out, it would flush out anything else that was in her bowls and as she had not been to bathroom since that morning she knew that it would not be a very nice sight.
She began to try to push the instrument out. They were admittedly feeble attempts at first but as the next sensation began to ripple through her spine the awkwardness of her position magnified the pain so much that she began to put in some real effort. As the sensation escalated across her body she pushed harder and harder downward and began to feel her anus stretch. The instrument was deep inside with only a thin portion extruding, the portion with the cut off valve to ensure the liquid could not escape. The bulk of the plug was lodged firmly inside.
Grasping the hooks in the walls to steady herself she bore down as hard as she could, she felt the skin stretch open and the object begin to move downwards. Just as she was making headway the sensation of the contraction began to wane. She took a moment to breathe and to steady herself, before clasping tightly at the hooks and bearing down again. This time it seemed like quiet a large proportion of the instrument had been expelled until she ran out of breath and had to refresh the air in her lungs. As she did so her body position changed and the pressure on the instrument was released allowing the instrument to pop back up deep inside her.
Frustrated and breathless she rested for a while before beginning again. This time she pushed her knees into the wall and bent her bottom backward as much as the restraints would allow. Gritting her teeth together she began to push as hard as she could, this time with her already being stretched a little the object moved down to the previous point quiet quickly but she still ran out of breath.
She kept half a lung full of air, just enough to keep the bulk of the pressure pressing down the keep the object at the point she had managed to get it to. Just as she began bearing down again the simulator began. The pain seemed to suffocate her and made pushing down hard work, although she endured.
As she ran out of breath the instrument was beginning to peak. She took another half breath and just as the pain from the contraction reached its most intense she bore down with all her might and the instrument slid out onto the back of her knees, the fluid and faeces followed, covering her with a stench that was like nothing she’d smelled before. She felt huge lumps being extracted from inside her and she felt the weight of them as they hit the back of her legs and rolled away.
She straightened up in sheer relief, the simulator was beginning to subside and she felt as though she could really breath, like it was the first time in her life she had ever had a true lung full of air.
The moment didn’t last long however as she felt a sudden shock across her lower half. The man had thrown water over her legs, a person behind him was using a large mop to clean up the mess that she had made.
Resting her face against the cold tiles of the wall she took in another deep breath and as she did so her hands where untethered from the wall and she was led back to the bed in the centre of the room and strapped in as before.
The sensation of the simulation alone now seemed much more bearable, even though she was on her back and the pressure felt like it was building from deep inside her spine, without that sloshy liquid and that large instrument lodged deep inside her, she could handle the simulator on its own.
Laying there in the silence of the room she started to try to relax a little as the simulator died down. She rested her head and closed her eyes for a moment as she took in a cleansing refreshing breath.
The door opened again and another man walked in bringing a sponge and a bucket of water with him. He surveyed her for a moment and then began to rub her down. The water was warm and quiet soothing and each stroke me made was carefully planned and thought out. He took his time with her, rubbing her toes one by one, squeezing the sponge to let the water drip over them which tickled her slightly.
As he was doing this the simulator began again, the pain was much worse this time, she tried to arch her back to relieve the pain but the strap held her firmly in place. Her ankles began to rub against the Velcro as she tried to manoeuvre just slightly but it was no use. She looked down at the man dripping the water over her feet and gave him an expression that she hoped he would read as a cry for help. He looked at her sympathetically but continued with his sponging. Moving slowly up her legs, drizzling the water over her calves and rubbing them gently with the sponge as the intensity of the pain spread across her front and down into her tummy, she couldn’t help but utter a murmur of pain.
The man kept on sponging her over and paid her no heed. He began circling her knees and rubbing the water into her thigh muscles, Massaging them slightly with the sponge as he went. It was a little comfort to her, but not much. As the Intensity began to simmer down her body drifted softly into a more relaxed state and she could focus on the motion on the sponge much more and enjoy the sensation of being washed.
He rubbed the sponge over her privates so gently and softly, and took particular care as he did the crease between where her thighs met her torso, as her legs where raised and bent in the stirrups. Reaching into his pocket he took out a tube of cream and began rubbing it tenderly into her toes. She loved this, it was such a contrast, the sensation was so relaxing and pleasant and his hands felt soothingly warm. The cream allowed for smooth unrestricted movement and his hands glided over her skin, his fingers and thumbs caressing each toe in turn as his other hand rubbed the sole and heal of her foot.
Just as she was sinking into a more composed state the cycle of the machine began again. Pulsating through her vertebrae and across to her front, she clenched her hair and attempted to brace herself by trying to force her legs to straighten against the restraints, her body became so tense. Every limb was ridged and every muscle taught by the agonising effect of the pain induced by the contraption.
It reached its peak just as his hands began to move to her calf muscles, and as the pain subsided she began to focus more on the movements of his hands over her flesh. She had had professional massages before and this felt like the real thing. As he rubbed her calves gently he was teasing the muscles with his fingers, making small circles deep between the tendons, teasing the stress from her limbs. Grasping huge chunks of flesh on her thighs he massaged them deeply, she lay her head back and let her mind wander, enjoying every second of the freedom she felt in that moment.
She had figured out now that the contractions must have been around 8 to 10 minutes apart although there was no clock in the room to confirm this.
Just as she began drifting off, her next contraction began to kick in, it felt as though it was being echoed around her body, reaching every part of her. She could feel his hands still on her though, his flow had not altered at all and she grasped hands full of her hair as she tried to focus on him and the consoling motion of what he was doing to her. Her peak was softened by the man’s hands that time; she found her focal point and took a breath in as her tummy tightened to its fullest then was gently allowed to relax.
His hands moved beneath her thighs now, he slid the bottom part of the bed away as it came away in sections, so her bum was floating, supported by the middle section which stopped just above her tail bone and he began to massage her buttocks fairly rigorously. It felt so nice, it was something no professional had ever done to her before, it was something that had never been suggested to her before and although being openly exposed as she was she let herself enjoy the feeling of the muscles being moved and manipulated. She could feel him digging his fingers into the flesh tweezing out the tension, his fingers moved over her anal opening gently as his hands moved in circles, clasping the flesh occasionally to knead at the meat that constituted her behind.
She had learned to time them now, she braced herself as she knew the next one was coming, how she began to hate that machine, she wanted for it to stop, to leave her alone, to let her enjoy her moment in peace without its dreadful distraction, plead as she might though the inevitable began to happen. She focused on him, on his hands, she closed her eyes and imagined it was someone she knew and cared for and who cared for her, trying to reassure her and alleviate her pain and suffering. In her mind she could hear comforting words coming from him as the tightening inside her grew worse. He was there, she was safe and she felt calm as his hands began to lull her out of her peak and back into her comfort zone.
He had switched to using one hand now, but it felt just as nice and relaxing. She let her head fall back and the muscles in her neck relax as he reached up under the corset slightly and worked on the lumbar region in her lower back, this was so much nicer than even having her buttocks worked. Making small circles with his fingers he rolled the flesh over her spine, adding pressure onto her tail bone to lift her up slightly, she felt like she was going to melt into the bed in complete ecstasy.
Her mind began to sway as the next contraction began and she searched for his hand to find her focal point and just as she did so she felt his hand grasp her thigh roughly. It wasn’t how he had handled her before and as the contraction moved upwards and tear through her body she felt him force himself inside her tightly braced vaginal opening. She could feel every ridge of him as he thrust hard and deep inside her, the pain of both sensations together began to ricochet through her, shattering her thought processes and she screamed.
The more she screamed the harder he thrust himself inside her and as the pain began to peak tears where rolling down her face. The agony of the moment had twisted her insides, every muscle felt as though it was on fire and the fire was raging through her entire being.
As the tightening inside her began to subside she tried to single him out and as she began to be able to concentrate and feel only him inside her, he had pulled out of her and walked away.
As the door was swinging shut the doctor came back into the room. He walked over to the side and snapped some gloves on. Tracy’s face was just begging to relax but the tears where still making tracks down her cheeks.
The doctor removed some long cotton buds from a box the side and proceeded to take more samples from inside her. He never spoke to her or looked her in the face; he simply did his job, marked the sample jar and left the room turning out the lights as he went.
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