10 Days in the 70 Acre Wood

Plot & Cast:

Setting:                The private domain of our antagonist. Set amongst the hardwoods, mountains and a                        rushing river in West Virginia. Only one access road goes in and out and it’s guarded with                three electronic guard gates. No other homes for miles about. A compound made up of                        the Main House, the Guest House and the Dairy Barn.

Antagonist:        Harry – a self-made multi-millionaire with both the means and the genius to pull off a                        caper of great magnitude.

The Prey:        Jacki Carridine – the mother (at 47 still ravishing and - courtesy of the untimely death of her                her husband – very wealthy;  Medium length black hair topping a 5’4” body that heralds                        back to her cheerleader days. Even after giving birth to two children, still a head turner.                        35C-26-35 and 121 lbs. Great butt and clearly sexy as Hell.

               Her two lovely daughters:

               Sara - 21 with long, silky black hair straight from her mother. 5’5” and 127 lbs. of curvy,                        buxom, feminine beauty) 34D-23- 35. One year of undergraduate school left and already                accepted to one of the finest Business Schools in the world. Unlike her older sister, Sara                        excelled at more than the classroom

               Ann – 24 and a redhead. 5’7” of hips and legs, 128 lbs., a daily workout regimen made                        her leaner than her younger sister but no less spectacular. 36c-22-36, once an all-star                        cheerleader, Ann now ran the family businesses.

The Friends:        Stacy – 25, wild and sexy. Wavy, Blonde hair topping a body built for sin. 5’8”, 38DD - 26                - 37, 128 lbs. Stacy worked out with a trainer daily in order to keep her figure and the                        cushy TV  job her father had set her up with.

               Kathryn – 20. The quiet one in the group, she kept her charms hidden from everyone                        except her very best friends. 5’2” of cute as a button mousy brown hair atop a body                        built around her incredible bubble butt and strong lines. Of all the girls, she was the one                        who you just knew had a secret behind her constant mega-watt smile. 32C-28-33, 111                        lbs.

               Debbie – 24. Group Nympho. The one who always got the hot guy. At 5’6”, Platinum                        Hair, 35E-24-36, Debbie was always ready to go. She never seemed to be at a loss for                        words and her mouth was legendary at Smith College. All the boys and girls had the                        chance to find out that her skills got her that Summa.

               Darla - at 20 was the youngest and Sara’s BFF. They were inseparable through High                        School and College. Nothing would change as they planned to room together in B                        school. What would you expect from them since they shared everything – Dresses,                        Panties and Bed. If not for the different last names, you’d think that they were twins.                        5’5” and 119 lbs. of female charm, 34D-23- 35. Wait ‘til Jacki finds out!

               Betsy – 23. What could you say about THE ONE? Betsy was always going to be the best                        and the brightest. Indeed, she got anything she wanted to make it impossible to                                compete with. From money, comes money as her father would say. Her Hips, Thighs,                        Ass, Breasts, Lips and Nose were all perfected by the one and only Dr. 90210. Legend                        had it that her summers were made up of “perfecting sessions”. No need for a bra as                        her 35DD breasts were statuesque and needed no support. Her waist tucked in to a tiny                        21” waist. Her panties covered a pussy engineered to stand out in any attire. Below the                        neck her body was perfectly and permanently hairless. The cleft of her ass cheeks                        mimicked twin hillocks holstered by her 36” Hips. Her weight was held in check at 121                        lbs. OR ELSE! All this was wrapped in 5’10” of brunette curls slyly framing her impish                        smile. Betsy was a VIRGIN!

               Barbie – Yep that’s right, Barbie. Blonde, willowy and dumb as a rock. It was her ability                        to keep the other girls laughing that made her such an important part of this group. That                and the fact that she would suck a cock to perfection and then turn around and take a                        pussy places it had never been before. Her skills were legendary. 5’4”, 112 lbs. of olive                        toned beauty, wrapped up in a 36B-24-36 shell. The girls always came to Barbie for                        sleep aides right before bed. You could hear the moans a dorm away.

By now you must be asking how exactly I could possibly know all of this about these girls and, by the way, exactly what difference does it make? A bit of foreword for you on how this all came about and how it has stayed a secret. As I pointed out above, I have done well in my life and have been able to retire at a relatively early age. I was always so busy at work that I never had a lot of time for a family and even a steady girlfriend. None of this means I didn’t have fun; in fact I had a great number of short relationships. These forays were something I did when I was bored. They never were meant for total satisfaction. That is the reason that all of this has happened.

Growing up I knew of Jacki. I watched. I pondered. I never had a chance. Always busy with her own little group of “Pretty People”, she never even noticed most of us. She was always the focus of the Buff Boys and they put her on their own personal pedestal. Over the years between I thought many times what I might do if I could get her for my own. The sad truth is that I wanted a lot of things and understood that it was ceaseless work and long hours that would change my life. When it happened 3 years ago I wasn’t expecting it but when you get an offer so ludicrous that it silences you, you’ve just got to take it. Once the ink had dried and there was time to reflect, I thought about all the things I wanted to do. Yes I bought the houses in the Mountains and on the Shore. I got the cars and made news with Philanthropic endeavors. When I sat back and looked, I hadn’t even put a dent in what I had and there was only one thing left to place on my mantel.

The ensuing years had been very good to Jacki too as she kept her looks, married extremely well, had 2 gorgeous daughters and led the glamorous life she was built for. Her family grew up and she and her husband began to travel and enjoy the fruits of their labor. I didn’t begrudge them that because I knew what it took to get to where they were. It didn’t stop an urge deep in the back of my brain though I suspected it would remain tucked away there for eternity. Fate has a funny way of leveling the playing field sometimes and on an egotistical trip to some ridiculous hunting area in deepest Montana, Jacki lost her husband to engine failure. The loss was counterbalanced by the rather large estate he left her. I got the feeling that she didn’t exactly weep tears of sorrow for long. A plan began to evolve.

The Plan

It had taken 6 long months of planning and lots of imagination to reach the point where I could finally put my plan into action. Even at that, it would be another 3 months before I could actually spring the trap. What took so long you may ask? It’s not easy to nail down a time and place where you can consider the abduction and training of 7 wonderfully scrumptious women. Some were at school, some at work and then there is mom. You could go a bit crazy trying to put this sort of operation together. There were a lot of things I knew because I had both good information and direct knowledge of summer habits.

The thing is that you can’t be too careful when planning to hold 7 women without anyone becoming alarmed. If you were going to hold them for a whole week you really had to put a lot of thought into it. Lucky for me there was one week when it would all come together. Jacki loved her kids and wanted to be with them as much as possible. She doted on them and worked hard to make sure that they had the very best in life. In the end that was the key to the kingdom for me, because every summer the girls (Sara and Ann) invited their BFF’s out to the farm for a week of laughter, fun and gossip. A combination of luck and intelligence got this information back to me. All the years of dreaming and plotting were about to come to fruition.

I knew that eventually I’d get the right moment so I had been assembling a Chamber of Horrors over the past few years. The girls wouldn’t be the first to experience it, but they would christen the entire inventory of “toys” in the playground. Located on a remote corner of my compound, as far from others as possible, I had assembled a 15,000 sq. ft. building (3 stories – one below ground and two above) disguised as an old barn. The outside was a facade that cleverly disguised a modern building with state of the art HVAC and soundproofing. On its own independent power source, there was no need to worry about power failure. Two freight elevators moved silently between floors. The top floor was named Sun Floor – all reflective glass where you could see out but not in and etched from the outside to look like any other roof. Here were all the heat and cold rooms as well as the Central Operating Theater. The Ground Floor housed a series of storage and quiet rooms surrounding a Central Theater with 200 seats hidden behind movable walls. The floor was Quieted Rubber with a raised Dais for the Main Act. The raised area could be lowered to floor level to move new equipment onto the performance stage. Finally, The Basement – where all discipline occurred. You couldn’t hear outside the door much less outside the building. There were eight rooms with their own devices. This was not where you wanted to spend any amount of time! Stunning sleeping accommodations were also found here for the Master(s). A complete kitchen and supply room was also located here for their use. Slaves were generally kept above in more Spartan cubicles. Nothing was left to chance and every person and vehicle was hidden from view at all times. Of course, a separate section was active with farm and maintenance equipment to give the appearance of activity. Workers thought the building was for Power and Water Generation – just like the signs said. Everything was in place and ready once the black semi had pulled in 2 months ago with all of the “special equipment” that finished off the design. Now, waiting for the proper moment was a secure building with $2,000,000.00 of entertainment installed.

The Plot Thickens

It’s never easy to make all of this happen no matter how you plan. How do you make 7 girls want to leave where they are and innocently travel to where you are? This is a real puzzler since of course I didn’t intend them to know what I was doing. Would you willingly walk into a trap if you knew? So……..there had to be a hook and bait that would stand up to time and outside influence. It took a while for me to come up with the right incentive and timeline. What would fill the week and still make it seem an innocent trip? Whitewater rafting seemed to fit the bill since my estate backed up to one of the best rivers in the area. There were many companies that could take care of such a group in the “luxury” they were so accustomed to. How hard would it be to set up a false front that was well reviewed and looked enticing to this group in the heat of the summer.

It took about three weeks to develop the site and the “reviews” indicating just how posh a whitewater adventure could be.  Now all that remained was to lure them to the trap. Ironically, with this crowd you had to set the price high so that they were “sure” it was worthy.  Sending both emails and brochures to Jacki’s addresses was relatively easy. A one off custom brochure with all the necessary foils and trappings was child’s play. Most rich people fell for the – “The bigger the envelope, the more enticing the desire to open it” urge. Just to be sure I had a micro tracker inserted to see if the package was opened and if it were kept. The results were totally to plan. Four weeks out the “call center” received its only inquiry.

I pay certain people to be very convincing and in this case I used someone who had expertise in both luxury travel and whitewater experiences. Great sexy voice and just the right amount of male bravado to close the deal. Everything was falling into place as Jacki paid her 1st deposit (fully cancellable at this point of course) and received directions to the “Five Star” WhiteRush Lodge. It was quite the irony to send that deposit off to a hidden Swiss account covered by Fantasy Whitewater LLC. All wrapped up and very legal! Unbeknownst to Jacki, the ride would be very bumpy!

Events were falling into place and the next steps of preparation were a bit of cleanup and some last second supplies that might come in handy. The details that had taken so long to put in place had finally begun to come together. Cameras in place throughout the “Lodge” were online and ready for any eventuality. Computers and hard drives were checked and double checked. Like NASA, everything had a backup and a Plan B. The broad scale anesthetic gases had been delivered and attached to the outlets in the “Parking Deck” of the Lodge. The gas was clear and odorless. Once dispersed, the action would take less than 20 seconds to render a human unconscious. The high volume exhaust fans could clear the space in less than a minute, making it safe to enter with the gurneys.

I had put a lot of study into the anesthetics I’d be using, deciding on two step control. The gas was both fast acting and short lived so there had to be an easily injectable agent that would allow plenty of time to stage the first act. I procured adequate supply of Versed for this purpose. 4 hours to get things done and the patient would remember nothing.

One week out the final payment came in. What an irony it was that Jacki had paid $40000.00 to have her daughters, their friends and herself abducted and tortured for a full week. The plan was delicious and ready to be put into action. All I had to do now was wait. In the mean time I put some thought into how I wanted each of the girls dressed as they came to consciousness. I hoped that all the ladies would follow their “suggested” packing list. Since I knew each of them intimately due to long study, I had made a “few” special purchases for each that would be very entertaining. Almost time.

Welcoming the Guests

It was meeting day and due to the tracker I had had placed on the cars, I knew exactly where Jacki and the girls were and when they would arrive. It allowed me to really pull out all the stops for their arrival. The (new) Entrance Gate was staffed (by electronic gates and greeting system) which would respond to the “personalized” privacy code sent in the final Guest Package that arrived via FedEx three days before, along with exact instructions and a map of the Lodge property. Two additional gates further down White Rush Way gave the impression of both luxury and privacy.

Right on time the two cars pulled into the main entrance and entered the correct security code. The automated system welcomed them to the Lodge and asked them politely to proceed. It was a mile to the “Lodge” and the additional gates slowed the process while security cameras scanned the cars and other areas to be sure that they were not followed and that there were no additional passengers. Everything was on autopilot as the girls pulled into the enclosed Parking Deck. On came the welcoming lights and in went the gas. Less than 20 seconds later one car gently tapped the other as the stop bars in the floor kept them from rolling too far. Out like a light! On came the automatic exhaust fans and in less than a minute I rolled out 3 triple gurneys for transport. As each wonderful lady came out of the car, I quickly slipped a single dose of Versed into their vein. Strapped onto the gurneys I rolled each into the receiving room and left them to park the cars for later use. Unpacking the luggage (clearly marked with Lodge Name Tags) I placed it all in the elevator for the second floor where it could sit for quite some time. Back into the Welcome Room to greet the unconscious guests, I began the process of setting up the WhiteWater Welcome. I had four hours to get everything ready before everyone began to wake up.

Starting with Jacki, I carefully checked sizes, weight, measurements and general biological functions. It just wouldn’t do to have any of the girls lose bodily function and shit or piss themselves (at least not yet). So far everything was going to plan. I did a general inspection to be sure there were no health issues. I must admit that I did take a moment to pull Jacki’s dress up and slide her panties aside just to look. I had anticipated this for a very long time. I was thrilled to note that she had kept herself in splendid condition. Being the curious sort, I took a moment and snapped several hi-def pictures so that I could make a good side by side comparison with Ann and Sara. Once I was sure that things looked good I put Jacki into her personalized “comfy” chair which would hold her snug and safe while it took exacting measurements for later use. I did note that Jacki didn’t like to shave her nether regions………oh well, that would be dealt with soon. Making sure that all of the restraints at ankle, thigh, waist, ribs, shoulder and head were in place, I then put the first piece of personalized wear around Jacki’s neck. A high collar neck restraint with adjustable locking back plate held her head up and allowed for limited side to side motion. In the front center of the collar was a small plate – Slut Bitch Jacki – engraved deeply.

Sara and Ann were next to be prepared, although in this case “prepared” wasn’t exactly the right term. I stripped both of them completely and placed them on the side by side tables. Shooting photos for later use, I took notes on various measurements that I’d need later.

Sara shared many common traits with her mother although she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed and below the tiniest bikini line. It appeared that she liked to tan without. I was happy to note that her bountiful breasts were both real and firm. The nipples were not prominent but that was something we could work on. Poking around I was stunned to find two loop piercings at the base of her pussy lips. THAT would come in handy! Rolling her over I was able to get a good look at her waist flaring out and settling into her ass. I needed to find her starfish to discern any abuse and was happy to note how tight and clean it was. I had the feeling that she had recently had it bleached. A ring of hair surrounded the outer crown. I was going to enjoy watching how that nice surprise added to Jacki’s misery very soon.

Anne turned out to be a real redhead, though it was hard to tell as her vulva, lips and ass were shaved smooth. The red shadow was all that left a hint. No surprises here as she was clean as a whistle. Reaching over to her tits, I noted the erect nipples sticking out a full ¾”. This meant I needed to take some very accurate measurements of length and diameter. Piercing these babies was going to be fun! At her height I would have expected a little more weight, but from the ripples and definition it became readily apparent that she worked out like a demon. I expected her to put up a fight when she was conscious.

Ann and Sara got the full complement of restraints that would match up with their first device attachment. I decided to wait before applying matching gags and blindfolds. I wanted them to see their predicament and their mother hear their screams. Returning each to their original positions, I cinched them to the steel carts for transportation.

Stacy, Kathryn, Debbie, Darla, Betsy and Barbie all got the same treatment for now. It’s amazing how pliable girls can be when they think that they are going “Luxury”. The brochure had “Suggested Wear on Your Arrival” and each had carefully followed instructions. Blouses, Skirts and Heels made up the outerwear of their ensembles. Of course I knew that they would have their best lingerie beneath. It took well over an hour to carefully measure and inventory everything without removing a stitch of clothing. Glittering on each neck was a very special collar that would both restrain and punish as needed. This would be their only constant as far as accoutrement went. Each now sat in their very own high backs “Knight’s Chair”, designed for their height, weight and measurements. Legs apart so that I could see the triangle of fabric covering each pussy, each strapped in to the point where they couldn’t move an inch but remained comfortable (or as much so as one could while immobile). The chairs were my design, with many attachment points, adjustable for leg, butt, arm, back, boob, shoulder, neck and head. Padding in all the right places made them reasonably comfortable for long periods of time. The discomfort that they would feel came from the various openings in the bottom, back and headrest of the chair. One of the best features of each chair was the 3 GoPro cameras focused on face, boob and ass. In their present predicament each would be able to see and hear everything when they woke up but:  they couldn’t close their legs; Couldn’t move their panty clad asses out of the hole in the seat bottom; Couldn’t relieve the pressure on their breasts which were strapped tightly above and below; Couldn’t move their necks hooked through the collars at the back of the chair; Couldn’t speak due to the 4” dildo plugging the mouth and strapped and locked to the chair back; and Couldn’t move their heads since a forehead strap held it locked forward. Spectators to Act 1, Day 1. Many surprises awaited them but for now, as they slept, they would remain safe from harm.

Welcome to the Main Stage

I had about a half hour of unconsciousness remaining once I had moved everyone into the Main Stage Room. The six girls in the knight’s chairs formed a semi-circle around the raised dais. They were breathing regularly and gently, telling me that they were good to go once we were all awake. All of the electronics and cameras were wired into the main control console which would control everything from recording to electrical shock and punishment. I was testing all of the camera angles to be sure that all of the shots would record the proper angles and focus. Since I had set this up for multiple views and angles, the console carried 60 monitors, each with its own hard drive capable of 500 hours of video. All in order and ready to roll.

Setting up the first taste of what was to come was actually easy. The center dais was a pretty site. Two sets of multi-point stockades were loaded with Anne and Sara, both nude. I had had the stocks modified to my own design. The head and arm stocks were electrically adjustable for height and pitch. This allowed me to easily change head and upper body positions to adapt to need. The extended leg stocks actually were adjustable through all three dimensions, allowing for height, spread and extension. I could adjust how open or closed the legs were, in addition to butt height and stretch on the back. Currently the girls were held in the same position – Ass up, head down. Their legs were spread in order to access both holes and their entire bottoms. The site was glorious. Up front I had placed the ring gags - Lots of noise with no real communication. Both sets of tits were presently hanging free but that would change soon.

Hi Mom! Jacki didn’t know it yet but she was certainly going to be in for quite the shock. At the moment she was standing up with the help of splints and a form fitting corset under the dress she had worn into the Manor. Standing tall, her hair braided into a coarse leather line. Diabolically, the other end of the line was tied to a Vaginal and Anal Hook. The fun thing was that all of this hardware was buried under her dress and panties and popped out at the waist to run up her back and into her hair. She would be able to walk once the floor bindings were loosened. Walking would be “stimulating”. Since she was still in her restraint collar it would be quite the site once things warmed up.

All was in place as the girls (all 9 of them) came out of their stupor. I had cheated a little to make sure that the BFF’s (it gets old having to use names all the time) came to first, followed by Jacki. As the 6 girls began to wake, I set the center raised dais into motion, slowly spinning on its axis do give a complete view of the action. Slowly gaining their wits, the girls started to mewl through their dildos as they began to comprehend their surroundings. Time for the first speech –

       “Ladies, you are here because I desired it. You don’t have a choice. You’re going to experience        all sorts of new things here. You have no chance of escaping and if you attempt to do so, I’ll        either punish you terribly or let you wander around until the animals get you. You’ll note that        you have a collar round each of your dainty little throats. They serve a number of purposes that        I’ll save for later but foremost is the one I’ll demonstrate now. “

I flipped the switch - eyes bulged and deep throated screams tried to escape mouths plugged with rubber penises. Watching the screens satisfied me that they had gotten the message – 2 of the girls even pissed their panties!

       “Now that I have your attention, let’s get some rules down. I won’t repeat these again. Break a        rule and you’ll be punished. Obey and we will be a lot better off. I will decide what you will and        won’t do. You will follow instructions to the letter. I suggest that you remember these very        simple rules. If we are clear, nod your heads to confirm.”

6 sets of heads nodded in unison. The training had begun, though they were all crying at what they saw on stage. It’s not easy to see your friends in the most exposed position while you had no choice but to watch what came next. Next was coming very soon.

It was just moments later that Sara and Ann began to stir. Comprehension comes slowly and remembering anything that lead up to it is impossible as a temporary amnesia is a byproduct of the drugs. It wasn’t long before they too were awake and being made aware of the rules – this time I saved the speech and let each of them read through a complete set of “Whitewater Guidelines”. At the end of the presentation each was asked to nod her head to accept the terms of the “Safety Terms & Agreement”. The sounds emanating from each girl were music to my ears. Drooling and mewling, Sara and Ann were just about to have some Fun with Mommy.

Just like clockwork, Jacki came out of her enforced sleep. First she tried to stand up (which she was already doing). Then she tried to move (and bent her head forward, tugging on her asshole and pussy). Finally she looked straight ahead and focused on 2 beautiful asses spread open for her viewing pleasure. It took several minutes for her to comprehend what she saw. The scream at the end was perfection. It brought a smile to my face. She called their names and two heads popped up in recognition (since they had no idea she was there). I let this go on for some time before I (in hood and mask) walked around to face Jacki. In a soft, firm voice I let the reality of the situation fall on her ears as I explained her dilemma. It was up to Jacki to decide the fate of each of the girls. Her actions would result in punishment or reward for all. All up to her as two beautiful asses swung away in front of her. Two gorgeous sluts – her daughters – whose fate was in her hands. Time to get started.

It’s amusing to note just how free Jacki was and at the same time how little freedom she really had. I watched in amusement as she struggled to comprehend her position. At the moment she was locked in leg splints which put her en pointe. The splints were presently locked into bindings bolted to the floor so she couldn’t move. Her hands were free and she could talk all she wanted for the moment. The buckles for her splints were within arm’s reach to open if she bent over. Of course, you’ll remember that if she tried to bend over the hooks in her ass and pussy would stop her cold. Each time she tried, she only punished herself with the effort. I let this go on for about 10 minutes before I decided to move her along.

       “You stupid slut! I thought you’d pick up on this sooner but I guess we all can’t be that smart. If I        were you, I’d beg me to unclamp the bindings. Of course if you don’t want to get to your kids,        just keep standing there. Here are your instructions – you’ll be able to walk to your kids in just a        minute. When you get to them kiss each of their assholes, run and tell them just how much you        love them. When you finish with that, you can use your tongue to push into each of their little        buds. I want them wet and gooey for various reasons. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want        to but I think that I can convince you to do as you’re told (I hit a button on the console and Jacki        got nasty shocks to her neck, asshole and pussy – the reaction was priceless as she tried to bend        over - OUCH!). That was low voltage! Now once we have the first step done, you’ll find a        whole        set of shaving gear next to the girls. I want them BARE from waist to ankle. If you miss a spot, I’ll        pull every hair from your pussy with tweezers. Got it! Get to work since you have exactly 1 hour        to complete your job on little Ann and Sara.”

Unlocking the bindings, I freed Jacki to slowly and carefully walk to her kids. I was smiling as I knew she was about to face a real challenge. How would she bend over to complete her tasks? I let her struggle for just a minute before I walked around and loosened the braided leather connector, keeping all the lines attached so her inserts remained in place. I heard a mouse-like Thank You as she bent down to first kiss the assholes and then tongue them per her instructions. I started the 60 minute clock so she could see.

       “Just remember that I’ll shock all three of you if you even reach for those splint buckles. Get to        it; I have other things to attend to. I’ll be watching you.”

So far things were going very well and Jacki was playing the part of Mother Hen – protecting her daughters at all costs. I suspected that things would change over the course of their captivity. Turning away, I was met by the vision of 6 maidens in various states of fear and distress. It looked like two more of the girls had lost control of their bladders and soiled their panties. Tisk, tisk! I grabbed a hose and sprayed the floor, washing away their waste into the handy floor drain. Now I had some time to get the BFF’s prepared.

I had pondered how and when I wanted to begin to cleanse Stacy, Kathryn, Debbie, Darla, Betsy and Barbie. Since the Knight’s Chair was so accommodating and accessible, it was easiest to start with a little two gallon enema (already in place and swung around so each girl could see. Making use of a mechanics sled I moved under Stacy’s chair. With a clear view of her panty clad ass, I slid the gusset aside to expose her brown hole. Noting how wet and slimy she was I placed a glob of lubricant on the tip of the capture nozzle and not too gently shoved it past her puckered sphincter. Once in place I pumped up the internal and external balloons, locking it in place. While I was at it, I decided to take note of her bottom grooming for future use. Stacy sure was stinky below and I made note of THAT too. Each girl in order got the same treatment and notes. I wasn’t surprised by how nasty the girls were though I thought that they would be a little “cleaner” All but Betsy had apparently decided to go “natural”. It made for some interesting potential solutions. The real shocker was Kathryn – who knew that beneath that conservative white dress was a pair of silk panties covering five symmetrical piercings (one through her clit and two on each lip).

Jacki was about halfway through her grooming job when I finished getting the BFF’s ready. I now knew a lot more about the girls and it opened up all sorts of new possibilities for later in the week.  Pushing the auto button, water, cleanser and nutrients began flowing into each girl’s bowels. Glugs were followed by moans and then muted screams as they watched solution flow from the bags into their GI tract, filling every nook and cranny to full. If they had been naked, I suspect that they would have looked like stuffed turkeys. I’m sure it was very uncomfortable but it was enjoyable to observe.

After twenty minutes the bags were empty and the girls full. Now for part two – Pushing the vibrate button on the console, each chair started a vigorous shake alternating side to side, back and forth and up/down motions. Kind of like shaking a paint can, I wanted the solutions to clear any solids in the gut. Screams had given way to howls and worse. Luckily the penis gags kept the volume down. The girls were soaked in sweat by now as a combination of heat, fear, shock and pain took over. This is exactly what I had wanted at this point (wait til I turned the heat up!). Time to empty one at a time. I open the big open drains under each seat and walk behind each chair, deflating the nozzle and pulling it out – Wow; the smell is awful as 12 gallons of filthy waste water and probably 30 lbs. of crap blew out of the girls. It’s a symphony of spurts and farts under extreme pressure. Good thing I hooked the panty gussets aside first to prevent some real embarrassment. Only two more rounds to go.

Over on the main stage Jacki had completed her jobs. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had done a remarkable job of removing every hair. She was soaked with sweat. Her blouse see thru, her bulging breasts pushed out by the ropes above and below them. Due to the exertion, her nipples had hardened to the point where they literally stuck out through the thin material of her French lace bra (OK, maybe it was the constant action of the hooks in and out of her cunt and asshole). When she tried to bend over and retrieve all of the shaving gear her dress rode up and exposed her rear through the now soaking panties. I noted that she had been enjoying herself based on the sticky white mess rolling down the insides of her thighs. I guess it was time to really put her to work.

Dragging Jacki away from her daughters for just a moment, I released her legs from the splints and let her stretch. Uncoiling the ropes from her breasts, she felt the first freedom in the last few hours. It wouldn’t last long though and she really was too tired to move anyway. Being the nice sort that I am, I handed her a bottle of water to quench her thirst (of course there may have been some extra ingredients in that water, but………..). Since we had a moment to chill, I appraised the woman in front of me. It was amazing how she had kept her shape and aged less than so many others. Jacki could have passed for early 30’s. Sweat covered and scared, she was gorgeous and sometime soon I would take advantage of that beauty.

Now that we had Ann and Sara cleaned up, it was time to introduce Mom and her daughters to a little fun (fun for me). Getting mommy dressed was fun! On went Rubber mitts. Off came dress, blouse, corset and bra. To her panties and heels I added a mouth gag with 6” penis. A 6” strap on followed. I cinched up the plugs which straightened her posture. Bringing the mitts together behind her back, I snapped the hooks and whipped some rope around her elbows to force her tits a bit further out. Now for the piece de resistance, and in front of mommy, I centered Ann’s ass (still in the stocks) and then positioned Sara (and her stocks) directly above her older sister. The scream from Jacki was perfect as it dawned on her what was about to happen. I wanted to make a few adjustments as I placed a floor dildo in front of Ann, forced her mouth down on it and clamped her head to it. In a delicious twist, the back of Ann’s head made for a great post for a second dildo destined for Sara’s open mouth.

I knew all of this was filmed but I needed a group of stills. I moved Jacki into position, the strap on at Ann’s closed back door and the face dildo at Sara’s. Let the fun begin. I instructed Jacki to fuck her daughters in the ass. First the strap on popped into Ann as if she had some practice at it. I then guided Jacki’s head to the much tighter starfish belonging to Sara. Forced to fuck to the beat of a hot Salsa, Jacki began to find her pace. Screams soon turned to moans as Ann and Sara raced toward uncontrolled orgasm. The sight was extraordinary as mommy fucked each of her own daughters in the ass relentlessly for the next 45 minutes.

Between breaks in the action, I finished rounds two and three of the flushing with the BFF’s.  Round three produced clear liquid that signaled the end to that phase of the body flush. Once completed, automated Hitachi wands swung up to press hard against each pussy and clit. While they watched the Family Ass Fucking, the BFFs were being stimulated; open and dripping cunts deposited copious amounts of pussy juice on their ruined panties (they would come in handy later). The girls lost their gags since I wanted to hear the moans and squeals. What a delicious noise all the girls made.

The whole time Jacki cried through her gag. She must have been exhausted from the constant fucking she was giving her daughters and the sweat running down her body added to all the other nice fluids. Since I hadn’t cleaned Ann or Sara out, the ooze coming from their assholes dotted Jacki from head to toe introducing a whole new stink to the room. That “water” I gave Jacki – she couldn’t stop shitting herself and the putrid mess pooled in her panties ran down her legs and sat at her feet.

After almost 7 hours of preparation, introduction and stimulation, I needed a break. Since it seemed only fair to let the girls catch their breaths, I let Jacki out of everything but her panties and heels. Then I turned and left the room. It took a few minutes before Jacki figured out that she could free all the girls. First her two daughters got out of the infernal stocks and hugged their mother, crying from the experience. Then the three of them freed the six BFFs. As they all grouped together in survival fashion, I watched from above. Pushing a button opened a whole wall section that exposed food, showers, toilets and beds. Slowly comprehending the vision, all nine of the girls moved cautiously as a group into the large room. Several headed to the toilets, some to the food and others to the shower. They moved like caged animals, suspicious of everything. I watched all of this carefully, knowing that my plans were just getting started. It wasn’t long before they all found a bed and fell into a deep but troubled stupor. I wasn’t far behind though my sleep was far more satisfactory.

Day 2 – A Gathering of Angels

The searing peel of a Klaxon woke the girls suddenly at 6:00 AM. Strobe lights flashed and the sudden explosion of noise and light added to the terror of a sudden blast of hot steam into the room. I was employing psychological warfare tactics to break their resistance down. Screams of terror and shock echoed across the room. Then…………………………all went silent expect for the whining of stricken girls.

       “You are to follow instructions exactly. Those who cannot follow orders will be placed in Sewer        Coffins for 4 hours. Everyone is to take showers, do your hair and complete makeup.  Further        instructions and clothes will be presented afterwards. You have 60 minutes exactly.”

The mad scramble began immediately as the big digital counter lit up and began its countdown. The breakdown in resistance was going at a far better pace than I thought humanly possible. I suppose it was easier to break women who had a cushy life than those used to a harder existence. As the ladies rushed through their preparations, they had little idea what awaited them on the other side of the Vault Door. Preparations had been underway for some time.

9 Angels, all made up and wearing nothing marched out of their “bedroom” into the waiting Elevator Room. One elevator said Mommy and the other said Girls. It was obvious where to go but there was still hesitation – So a small refresher course on electricity followed. Orders were followed. The Girl elevator rose to the Sun Room and the 8 youngsters stepped out……….into a 120 degree hot box with no way out. Meantime Mommy Elevator went nowhere until the back door slid open silently and Jacki was hooded and cuffed for some “activities”.

The Eight girls were already sweating profusely when they got their first order to go to their designated dresser and open Drawer No. 1. In each was a matching pair of panties and baby doll top fitted exactly for each of them. Bright pink in color and soft as can be, the outfits were designed for maximum sexiness and eventually maximum discomfort.  Each of the girls dressed without a word and moved on to the table where special rubber pig heads were laid out for each with individual names on each. The heads were made of heavy rubber and dropped into place over each girl’s head. Hair was pulled out the back through the provided hole. Finally each girl “helped” the other fasten and lock the head in place. One last item had to be added to the head as 8 gel dildos were screwed into the mouthpieces. I wanted them to see, so the eye pieces where actually corrected for any eyesight problems. One more table to go.

Standing in a row, the girls made incredible pig like noises as they breathed through the hollowed dildos (especially designed to squeal and snort with intake and exhale actions. The looked at each other and violently tried to remove the heads – no such luck – while their hands were still free. At this point I came in and inspected each girl just before locking pig mitts on each hand. Their fingers were now balled uselessly inside a cloven hoof that allowed no freedom. I had each girl turn around, spread their legs and place hooves on the ballet bar, bending them forward with butts outlined in their shiny, tight pink panties. Previously glued holes popped open exposing eight tight brown assholes (except for Betsy’s of course, hers was bright pink from the bleaching). Working quickly I dabbed each with lube and forced a huge pigtail butt plug through the panties and lodged them deep in the respective anal canals of my eight new piggy sluts. The butt plugs would keep those panties in place until it was time to change. Barking orders, I had each girl shake their ass so that the pigtails shook from side to side. Unlike a normal pig, these tails were 14” long and coiled and narrowed at the base so that they would wiggle mightily with movement. The preparation was not quite complete as the girls turned to face me. I had used my time well with the 3-D printer and CadCam program to feed exact dimensions on each girl into the printer. The result – 8 sets of rubber bras that circled the base of each breast with 6 semi rigid arms reaching up to plug into a circle clamp for the nipple. Because the arms were resistant to force, when attached to the circle clamp they pulled the nipple away from the breast. The back of the bra was traditional in that it closed in back so nothing would come loose or loosen.  With tail bouncing and boobs pulled out to their full glory it was time to exercise. Of course, never let it be said that I wasn’t thorough – all of the panties and baby dolls had been soaked for 48 hours in an industrial strength water activated analgesic. It would be a hot time in the old barn today!

Back on the 2nd floor a hooded and cuffed Jacki was dumped in a chair and left chained there. It was cold in the room and without clothes she should have been shivering, yet she was sweating profusely. Her body was so confused by the last 24 hours that she simply couldn’t control anything. She didn’t know where anyone was and she was deathly afraid that some great harm was coming to her babies. If she knew that all eight of her “babies were getting in a healthy run in the warm sun she would have been greatly reassured.

Yanking the hood off, I let Jacki blink the light away as she tried to comprehend the room she was in. Bank after bank of control lights and monitors began to pop out in better detail as she became accustom to the ambient light. I flipped a switch and a 90” monitor lit up the room in incredible detail. Girls in pig heads ran an obstacle course in front of her. Their discomfort was obvious as they pawed the air, sweat soaked outfits glistening in the sunlight. Against a far wall, a large temp gauge read 121 F. The sight of bobbing pig tails and outstretched tits that seemed to stretch more with each footfall caused her to gasp. As the girls passed she saw a name stretched across each luscious pink clad ass – Sara……...Stacy………… Kathryn…………… Debbie…………..Ann…………… Darla……… Betsy………………….Barbie. The scream lasted for almost 45 seconds. Once she stopped, I explained that they were getting in shape and would be sore but not terribly harmed by the experience in the Sun Room. This of course was followed by begging and pleading from Jacki as the girls made another lap.

       “Don’t worry Jacki, we started easy. In a bit we will add some mud and muck along with a couple        of jumps. Those special bras they are wearing have tightened over the past few hours to hold        those perfect breasts in place. The nipples have gotten a little longer, but don’t worry since        we’re doing this to make the ring piercings easier.”

Jacki passed out, which actually made my job easier. I placed her in the mating rig with a ring gag holding her mouth open. It would help with clean up later. Once the rig was in place, I placed a high pressure suction bowl over each tit for fit. Once I had the correct size sorted out, I cleaned around her breasts with alcohol to clean all the body oil off and did the same for the bowl rims. Laying a continuous ring of Superglue on each bowl I pressed it against the base of each breast and held it there for 3 minutes. Just to be sure, I used an industrial blower to heat the rim and complete the crosslinking. Those bowls would come off only with the right solvent. Attaching the large suction lines to each bowl and sealing them with a pressure fitting, I passed the suction tubes below the rig and into the pump adapters in the floor. The suction volume could be controlled by highly selective rheostats on the control panel. Locking Jacki’s legs apart, I again noted the hairy growth. Full and long, her pubic hair glinted black under the lights as it spread over her cunt, covering her perineum, swirled around her asshole and trailing heavily up her crack to the small of her back. That was going to be dealt with in a most delicious manner in the next 24 hours, but for now it fit with what was to come.

I wanted Jacki to see what was coming from all angles so buried in the floor in plain sight was a split monitor. Right now it showed four pictures: Back toward a small door; directly at her exposed sex and asshole; at her bowled tits; and up at her face. When she woke it would be a real treat. Now I went about finishing the work at hand. Moving a cart around behind her, I opened a jar labeled PIG and slathered it all over her buttocks and asshole. The second jar, Labeled Doberman was reserved for her pussy. This jelly was spread somewhat down her legs, lathered into her pubic hair and stuffed deep into her cavernous cunt. As soon as she woke up it was time for animal training!

       “Ahhhhhhhhh, are we awake now?  Let’s not pass out again…..it might not go well for the ladies        upstairs for their workout. Your daughters are doing very well, by the way, and took to those        huge butt plugs as if they had been wearing them all their lives. That wonderful Ann is especially        sexy in her sweaty baby doll. I think she and Barbie are going to like the way each other taste        later today. In the meantime you’ll note that you are in quite the predicament. Shall we see who        wants a part of you?

I let her look around and then I allowed the first door to open. A full size male pig rolled in. At first he looked a little confused, but then he got the scent emanating from Jacki’s asshole. It didn’t take long for him to start rooting around and getting a feel for the situation. At least I had been kind enough to put booties on his hooves. I didn’t want him to bruise Jacki too badly. About this time Jacki caught site of  Eustus (big pig on campus) and let loose with all sorts of noises. I think she had it figured out. Too bad she couldn’t do a thing about it. I decided to distract her by turning the boobie bowl pumps on. The effect was magical. I think she added 2 cup sizes in about a minute. She never saw it coming.

Eustus attacked with a raging hard on driven by those hormonal jellies packed into Jacki’s ass. In case you didn’t know – a full size pig can go 10”-11” and Eustus was pick of the litter. He slammed his pig cock into Jacki’s asshole and opened it wide in one stroke. I hadn’t studied pigs mating much so I was shocked that Eustus stayed hard and pumped away for almost 40 minutes (I took a moment to look up pig sex on the internet and found that pigs could cum multiple times and in great volume).All that time Jacki was just going out of her mind – first in a mixture of pain and outrage and then in sheer pleasure. I watched in both fascination and appreciation as that pig pumped away at Jacki’s asshole. Soon every stroke was met with a return push from Mommy. I think she came 7 seven times.

Once Eustus pulled his knotty pecker out, I sent him away to eat and let Jacki calm down for a few minutes. She was coated in sweat and pig cum was leaking from her ass by the bucket. It made for some really interesting pictures. I wanted to give Mom just enough time to recover her breath before I punched the next button. Dexter the Doberman pranced in like the king he was. It took about 4 seconds for him to smell girl dog pussy and he got hard in less time than it took to race across the floor.

9” of Doberman dick slammed into Jacki’s sloppy pussy and went at it. I had no idea that the pussy jelly would have such an effect, but the film is something I keep around for late night entertainment. I’m pretty sure that Mommy had never had it so good and for so long. Apparently Dexter was in no hurry to cum and Jacki wanted more. I know this because she kept saying “Mmmmmmmmooooooooow” Mmmmmmmmooooooooow” and that was before she started squirting. Good lord that woman was having the time of her life. This time I counted 9 orgasms. When Dexter pulled out, she was screaming for more. Oh well, there would be others, but it was time for her to get upstairs and witness some of the field exercises in the Sun Room. I didn’t want her to be leaking in front of the girls so once I had her off the rig; I put a security diaper on her so she wouldn’t leave a mess. When she was done emptying in about 3 hours she could come out of the diaper and we’d give her a high pressure flush with meds and fluids to clean her up. Right now Jacki was farting up a storm and I knew it had to be a mess in there. She looked comfortable to me! Now I wanted her in a wheel chair with a pressure bandage around her tits. I wanted to stop any bruising and keep the extra size. Jacki had been sucked from a C cup to an E cup. I’d injected some hormones and nutrients to make sure they stayed large and shapely.

Locked into her chair, we wheeled over to the express and headed upstairs. As the elevator doors opened, the girls swept by on lap 86. Several new obstacles had been placed on the course and the sewer pond after the jump was especially tough. Over time the jump would get higher and the pond deeper with sludge and shit from the Dorm septic tank. I expected the girls to start falling in face first soon enough. Pig heads squealing, long tails flapping back and forth (causing great stimulation) and nipples stretching as their tits bounced in clamp bras, it was quite the show. By now the pink outfits were covered in sweat and shit. Whoops – there went Sara into the shit pond. She was promptly stepped on by Darla, pushing her head under. On the far side of the course, Betsy went down and stayed down- I checked the monitors and she was still alive. When Ann came by and shot the finger at Mommy I figured it was time to stop for a few. I’m sure Jacki would have cared a lot more but I think she was still cumming as her eyes drifted back in her head. Blowing the whistle I motioned all the girls except Ann and Barbie to take seats in the provided “spectator area” after they removed their own plugs and pig heads. Helping each other out of their nipple bras took a while, but they did accomplish it. Once all were seated I flipped a single switch and arms and legs were clamped tight. First an anal probe slid into place in the gaping opening left by the butt plug. Then 10” long, 5” circumference dildos attacked 5 of the 6 pussies. It wasn’t a fair fight and all 5 girls took their shafts with very little fight. 3 of them seemed to enjoy the fit. But wait – there’s one missing! Ahhhhh, we have a virgin. Was it time to sacrifice? Not quite yet but I did want Betsy getting ready. Pulling her off the anal probe I noticed that she didn’t have a lot of resistance. Since the probe was even bigger around than the butt plugs I had used, I surmised that Betsy was a Vaginal Virgin but far from a 3 hole virgin. We’d find out soon enough as I sent her off to shower and change. Her next outfit was going to be a doozie.

I had a few minutes to look around as Ann and Barbie were locked away in a Birdcage for a few minutes. Walking over to Sara, the smell overwhelmed me as she tried to pick shit and used toilet paper out of her hair. Her Pink outfit was ruined, brown and sticking to her body like a second skin. Maybe I should get Mommy and her diaper up to clean her daughter off. I heard a long fart and bubbly brown mess leaked from Jacki’s Pampers. Think I’ll wait awhile before I let her walk around. Looking at the Birdcage, I decided that Ann and Barbie needed a bath. Opening a hole in the floor, I started the cyclonic washer and began to lower the two birds into the solution. Sure hope that they can hold their breath!. Setting the Cyclone on High/Hot, I let the cage sink into the water. The screams were delicious as I lifted them out 30 seconds later…..repeat 3 times, then rinse twice. Once they were clean I cranked them up to the ceiling where the big driers were. Setting the cage on spin, I flipped the switch on the blowers. The two of them were bone dry in less than a minute.  Bringing them back down, I opened another tube and repositioned. The icing tube would cool them off quickly and add a couple of ice dildos in the process. While they waited, I pondered a break for some food. I felt much better after lunch and a quick shower. I had much to do yet and the girls were waiting.

The girls were waiting in various stages of distress. Ann and Barbie were a bit chilled, but they had melted their ice dildos and were hugging each other in apparent lust.  Jacki was farting away and the smell was atrocious (I might have to change the batting order up a bit and start off with her since the combination of heat, sweat, pig and dog cum was mixing with shit to produce a God-awful stench. Sara and Darla seemed uncomfortable perched on their seats, but Stacy, Kathryn and Debbie were bouncing up and down as they enjoyed the ride (or maybe it was the electrical shocks those three were getting). Betsy was just coming out of the changing room after a complete makeover. Her entire Cheerleaders outfit was sizes too small and cute as Hell. What a way to lose your virginity.

I waited until Betsy had joined us and been properly seated and locked in– no dildos (yet), no swollen pussy (yet), no real orgasms (yet).

       “Ladies, wasn’t that a nice run and warmup? Today we will witness several deflowerings. Some        are more normal than others. You’ve only had the introductory course so far and several of you        are going to need a great deal of improvement before we can truly move on. Mommy here is a        huge mess as she has recently been making love to several of the animals at the Manor. I really        think she enjoyed all of it but we’ll just have to wait til she is a bit more responsive. Right now        her diaper is very full. I apologize for the way she smells but she simply didn’t want to stop        fucking Eustus and Dexter. I suppose she’s overfull with pig and dog cum. That worked well with        the shit that was gumming up her ass. (The combination of pig cum and Ex-Lax has really worked        better than I expected.) In a few moments stinky Sara and putrid Jacki are going to get all        cleaned up for our next entertainment. First however, let’s welcome back our cute little        cheerleader Betsy. She’s very proud of her looks and just dying to show us more.”

The girls reactions ran anywhere from disgust to tears. They all looked at Jacki with varying degrees of hatred as I had planted the seed that all of this was her fault and they were all pawns in Mommy’s Play. It wasn’t true but it certainly played well with the girls and would pay dividends later. It had already resulted in a 3 finger salute from Jacki’s daughter Ann. So with all that in place it was time to clean Jacki up, and who better to do that than her equally nasty and shit covered daughter Sara. Freeing Sara, I told her to take Jacki to the “Changing Table” and strap her down. The enthusiasm with which Sara did this was almost too much to bear as a moaning Jacki was quickly slammed to the stainless steel surface and strapped into place.

The first order of business was for her daughter to drop the table center so that the disgusting diaper would fall away into the waste chute.  Things may not have gone exactly as planned since the diaper and its messy load has cemented itself to Mommy’s bottom and pubic hair. Yuck! Sara looked away and reached for the handy garbage can to throw up in. Pulling the tabs on the diaper and yanking back as hard as she could, produced a scream of pain, as the congealed mess came away from Jacki’s body. The diaper fell away with its deposits, leaving slop all over the place along with several newly bare patches of skin where hair had torn loose. Reaching up, Sara grabbed the high pressure line and blasted Mommy’s entire bottom, pussy and ass with hot water mixed with detergent and moisturizer. The spatter shields kept everyone dry as the gross deposits began to wash away. 5 minutes of spraying produced a woman clean for the first time in hours. She continued to ooze crap and cum from both holes while Sara took a 2 gallon enema line down and planted it deep in Jacki’s asshole. It only took 4 minutes for the entire bag to flow inside Jacki. Looking much like a pregnant whale, Jacki and the table rose on an electric back bar and deposited 2 gallons of filthy water and more than a few pounds of crap and cum down the hole. It took 4 more enemas before the water ran clean, although the farts emanating from mom’s butt were still rather unpleasant.

Sara brought down the low pressure line which was shoved deep into SlutMommy’s gaping pussy hole and left to run for almost 10 minutes, sluicing water, cum, meds and revitalization fluids through her doggy cunt. I really wanted Mommy clean since her holes were about to be filled with some really interesting things. Sending her baby daughter off to the showers, I carefully cut away the pressure bandage to make sure the SuperTitties had reacted well to expansion and medication. Measured one more time for accuracy, Jacki was now a very firm 34E. I slid a mirror over her table so she could see how wonderful she looked (almost as big as Jessica Rabbit). Her tears were genuine.

Sara tore off her Pink Suit and entered the Cleaning Bullet.  High pressure wash and steam rotated around her in a continuous spray, removing all the accumulated crud. Once clean, Sara was blasted with high velocity heated air to dry. Upon exit a pair of orange hot pants and yellow sports bra were presented and pulled on. The other girls tittered as both pieces were skin tight and one layer thick. The set of 7” heels in Pink shaped her legs as they brought her heels far off the ground. The combined effect was to arch her back and force her butt up and out. Those hot pants looked like they would explode.

Sauntering back to her mom, Sara got new instructions. Remembering what mommy had done to her yesterday – shaving her totally bare – it was payback time.  Jacki had been moved into a new and very exposed position on the table with her head caught in a head stock opening at the top of the table. Her ass was high in the air with knees folded under but spread far apart. From the back it was all ass, pussy and crack. I thought it might take a weed eater to clean that tangled garden up, but Sara proved to be enthusiastic about getting Mom a hairless bottom. It took about an hour to get everything bare but Jacki looked like a new born with her fat pussy pushed out and her newly hairless lips and ass staring back in all their glory. Jacki’s shiny black pubic hair had been caught in a filter and Sara was carefully washing and drying the contents. I had a very nasty plan for all of it. While Sara finished up with her mom (I told her to do mommy’s makeup as a complete slut/whore), I walked over to the Birdcage and unlocked the door so Ann and Barbie could climb out.

Leading the two girls over to an odd piece of equipment, I decided it was time to rename these two for their afternoon delight. I created BarbieAnn, similar to the song; only they would be busy studying pussy and ass up close and personal. Imagine two metal St. Andrews Crosses hinged like a book but with one page right side up and the other upside down. Once flipped closed, eight adjusting wing nuts moved the two crosses closer together. Ann was attached right side up so that she was held in place at shoulder, waist, legs, arms and hands. Her head was free to move all around since she would need that skill. Barbie was similarly locked in place. Folding the “book” closed and adjusting the fit, Ann’s face was cradled in Barbie’s blond thatch, while Barbie’s face was buried in Ann’s naked snatch. The instructions were simple, lick til told to stop. The electrical lines attached to the Book of St Andrews made it very clear what would happen if they stopped. BarbieAnn began to tongue furiously.

BarbieAnn were busy licking and moaning. Luckily the catch pan was getting all the pussy juice from both and collecting it in a small jar. In the meantime Sara had finished up Mommy to perfection. Bright red lipstick was heavily caked on her lips in a broad smile. Her makeup screamed slut and whore with too much blue under the eyes and far too much foundation in blush pink on her cheeks. Eyebrows were heavily packed with a black flinty application. Jacki’s eyebrows loaded with thick mascara. Her nipples were painted to look rosy while her tits carried pink blush. Moving down to her pussy, the lips had been painted a dark red that a Goth might wear. The finishing touch was a golden hue around her newly pink asshole. We’d get Jacki dressed in a bit but right now she got to sit on a sandpaper board and be still.

With four of the girls busy in various stages of depravity (BarbieAnn, Sara and Jacki), I turned to Betsy in her cheerleader outfit. Under orders, she picked up her pom-poms and began a slow sexy cheer that immediately caused friction between her legs and on her nipples. The too small outfit was beginning to show its charms. The poses I put her through showed off every aspect of her gorgeous body. It really didn’t matter that so much of Betsy was surgically improved, from every angle she was striking. I let Betsy go on while I set up two Wooden Ponies, a Sawhorse and a spindle wheel.

The Wooden Ponies had obvious features on the saddles – 12” dildo and 10” anal probe. It would be a huge workout to stand tall in the saddle rather than let those two monsters impale their rider. To further complicate matters the saddle and stirrups were lined with electrical conductors. Sitting down or pressing too tightly would light the rider up. Finishing off the clever devices were sensors on the base and tip of each Dildo and anal probe. So – riding too high or too low would send a shock through pussy and ass. To make matters worse, these were Rocking Ponies and the motion was controlled by hydraulics. Balance would be essential.

The Sawhorse used a particularly sharp wedge of copper, wired at both ends. At the base was a pair of iron boots with ridges and pins inside. Once the feet were locked in, the constant on/off action of the current syncopater would cause a canter like motion by the rider.  Rubber lines attached to the wedge ended in nipple clamps. As a final feature a 6 whip rotary device mounted on each side of the Sawhorse would deliver a strike to each ass cheek every few seconds.

The Spindle Wheel was designed to handle up to 8 girls at a time. Each passenger was bent to the wheel and locked in place at arm, leg and ankle facing to the outside. The head was free to move and two dildos at waist level extended from the outer surface to bury in cunt and asshole, thus locking the midsection in place. Once attached, the rider made the slow journey up and over the top where water from the river would fall from the sluice gate into individual buckets which powered the circular journey. At the base of the Wheel lay the open retention pond where fresh water from those buckets mixed with new, raw sewage and emptied into the pool. The subject(s) rode the wheel around, first being cleansed by ice cold water from the river and then coated in slimy human waste from the traps and drains of the estate.

Assignments made, I mounted Debbie and Darla on the monstrous cocks of the Wooden Ponies, locked their feet into the boot ends of the stirrups and strapped their legs to the saddle strips. Flipping a switch the Horsey mouths lit up and the contraption started rocking. The combination of huge, filling cocks and sharp shocks made for some interesting noises

Stacy got the Sawhorse with metal boot. I did give her about ¼” of gap between her and the copper plate. How long she held on to that space would be dependent upon her ability to keep her heels up in the 30 lb. boots. The good news was that Stacy would get a superb workout as she constantly used her legs to raise her body off the Sawhorse. Attaching the clamps to her nipples, I adjusted the stretch of the rubber lines so that her breasts stood out by the aureoles.  Finally I positioned the 6 Whip at each cheek and powered everything up. Shock, stretch, whip, Shock, stretch, whip, Shock, stretch, whip – in an endless cycle.

Kathryn was none too happy to see that she had drawn the shittiest assignment in this round and fought hard to stay off the Wheel. After several blows to the solar plexus, she surrendered and was unceremoniously arched in place and locked down. The two securing dildos were pushed into place, snugged up and bolted to a cross member. Just to add a bit to the misery, Kathryn wore a special metal bra with oversized cups. The bra was not attached behind but rather cinched round the base of each of her ripe 32 C breasts. This was done with thin gauge copper wire fed through the bottom tube of the bra, digging in below the slight sag of the breast while cutting into the flesh as the wire looped over the top. For added stability, fishing line was looped around her newly discovered nipple rings and tied off to pinholes at the top of the open cup. At every top revolution she would dump crap onto her face just before cleaning and then scoop up another heavy load of waste at the bottom. The good news was that she learned quickly to hold her breath for 30 seconds at a time while she traveled through the toilet waste.

BarbieAnn were beginning to squirt as their combined orgasms built and flowed. By now I had about a quart of drippings in the jar and decided that was enough collection. Leaving BarbieAnn to their pleasure (about another 2 hours of tongue before a break), I walked across the room. The Wooden Ponies, Sawhorse and Spindle Wheel were just hitting their strides and it would be another 4 hours before they would end their cycles.

This left Jacki, Sara and Betsy needing some attention.

Jacki had by now regained some of her composure but lost it again as she saw her appearance. Cheap Slut Tramp was written on her chest. Fuck all my holes (with arrows) was on her face, pussy and asshole. Cum Dump was written on her forehead.  Trained to listen by now, Sara obediently went to the corner and got Mommy’s old Cheerleader outfit from College. Certain parts of the outfit had been modified to promote her new slutty appearance. The built in Spanx had been modified to near transparent single ply nylon. The dress hem had been shortened by 4” so the dress stopped just below her asshole. In front, half her slit was visible through the semi spanx. The top had been modified with super stretch Lycra to emphasize Jacki’s new 34E bust. Finally a new pair of high heel sneakers finished the ensemble and added length to her legs while pushing her ass out against the thin fabric of her Spanx. Dressed like this I considered sending her out to a Bar for some rough action but I decided I wanted her for myself later. In her attire, I added a hobble link at the ankle while I put her arms in a reverse prayer – placing even more emphasis on her jutting tits. I moved her over to the Treadmill and placed her on it before setting the program to Automatic. Before I hit the switch, I told Jacki that if her cheap ass fell, stumbled or gave up I would jamb a 14” round dildo up her ass until it tapped her stomach. She took me very seriously!

Sara was scared! She saw that only she and Betsy were left and after what she had seen me do to her mother, she was beginning to have doubts about both Mommy’s guilt and my intentions. So far I was getting an A in Psych Warfare. In her present outfit she looked every bit as trampy and slutty as Jacki. Her 34D’s were spilling out of the too small top and she had no idea how long the strained orange Hot Pants would last. She was hot and uncomfortable, but most worrying was that she was soaking wet and it showed. She had glanced at her reflection in the mirror. The damp spot in front was nothing. The spreading wetness on her ass wasn’t from a damp seat, but a combination of her pussy juices and clear liquids flowing from her ass. Since this was exercise time, I started her off with Jumping Jacks to a 35 minute version of the Chicken Fat song. Watching her huge boobs bounce wildly out of control in that ridiculous top almost had me in hysterics. Each time her nipples popped out and then jumped back in the rubbing action must have added all sorts of sensations to Sara’s predicament. Because she was still in those 7” Pink Heels, her balance was way off and the lack of shock absorption only made her bouncing betties the more uncontrollable. Somewhere in there she began to leak urine. I noticed, stopped the machine and asked her if she had to piss. Nodding her head as several more drops coated her Hot Pants, she tried to cross her legs in little girl fashion. All I did was grab that jar of cum and open the top- “Piss here” was all I said. Ashamed but looking for any relief, she pulled the crotch of her pants aside and a stream of golden fluid spilled out. When she was done I took someone’s used pair of pink panties and stuffed them into her pants. I had some idea for those panties later but right now they were a good enough stopper. Finished with her Jumping Jacks, I rebooted the Chicken Fat song and placed her on another Treadmill where she settled in for a marathon one hour walk, run, crawl ( a rope around her neck reminding her that she might choke herself if she fell behind). I thought (and the photos seem to prove out) that the crawling portion with her udders popping out of her top to the rhythm of her gait, was quite the highlight..

Holding a full Jar of combined Cum and Piss, I moved toward the only girl left standing. I put the jar down beside Jacki as a reminder of my devious intentions. I had thought about this for some time now and knew that I had to be the one. Betsy was doing her best to sneak away from me as she sensed that nothing good would come of this situation. It wasn’t a fair fight since she was hobbled and in a very small LA Lakergirl Outfit.  I caught her at the first turn and slung her over my knee as I fell into a chair. I hadn’t planned on an OTK session, but the sight of that ass made it impossible to resist. First through the purple panties with the golden gusset and then on her bare (and I do mean bare since no hair dared grow) ass, I developed a rhythm and turned her perfect globes a beautiful shade of rose. Forcing Betsy to the floor, I made her strip off every piece of clothing, shoes and jewelry. Once naked I had her present her ass and pussy to me for inspection. I knew she was a virgin since an earlier examination had shown her hymen in place. I didn’t intend to break through it with my dick since it was uncomfortable for the victim and messy too. Breaking a hymen is not that unusual anymore and doesn’t signify what it used to; it’s amazing how many girls are sexual virgins who don’t mind jamming a dildo in there to get some release. First I wanted her clean and ready for real sex. Breaking her hymen took about 5 seconds – the tears lasted about 30 minutes while I applied 2 enemas and 3 douches to her lower holes. Now she was ready for some real action.

Betsy was ready! Her eyes had dried and courtesy of the extra ingredients in the bottled water she had been drinking – dewy eyed and horny as hell. I was pretty sure she wasn’t going to break into tears again since her female hormones had been fortified by a litany of natural aphrodisiacs. I didn’t want to take chances either so Viagra and I had a party so we could last longer and go stronger. I’m not going to brag about some 10” steel rod between my legs. It was plenty long and strong to get the job done for long periods of time. I’m smart enough to know that a condom was necessary (no way would I leave any evidence to be traced later). I didn’t need to worry about any lubricants as Betsy was beyond soaking wet and ready (in fact, she was running like a faucet so I decided she ought to contribute to the deposit jar now full of BarbieAnn cum, Sara piss and Darla slop). Since this was a first time thing (at least for her pussy) I thought it would be nice to start by putting her in doggy and documenting her looks and condition before and after. The video would take care of the during.

Slipping into Betsy’s cunt felt like a very tight glove. There is nothing that compares to a horny virgin who wants it badly. Her screams were not of pain but of excitement and sexual release. I had no idea why she had saved herself like this. It was obvious she loved everything about having her pussy plowed. I expected her to fight but the reaction was the complete opposite. The more we humped the more she wanted. Apparently all she had been waiting for was the right time and the right place. It dawned on me that Betsy was a stunningly beautiful submissive who was an open book to be crafted and molded. Her ass was pushing back with immense force as she begged for more. Her actions betrayed any resistance she once had as she brought her hands back and spread her ass cheeks to flatten her sex for deeper penetration. I was now slamming her to the hilt as the third huge orgasm hit and her whole body shook. I was fairly sure I was only along for the ride at this point. I think she would have fucked a baseball bat and gotten almost as much satisfaction. “Fuck me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck me……….” was the only English she now knew. The catch bowl below her pussy was almost full as her statuesque body poured energy everywhere. Curly locks waving, perfect breasts moving in unison to her body, arched back straining and leg muscles bulging in total body workout. Somehow I had unleashed a sex monster. I was sure I wouldn’t last much longer when she started keening. Her cunt muscles began to wrap tightly around my cock as something different started. Clench, clench, clench in rhythm to her backwards thrusts she pulled a massive orgasm from me in perfect harmony with the biggest orgasm I had ever witnessed. The memory of that screaming orgasm will stay with me forever.

It took me a minute to return to clear thought as I ran the events of the last 20 minutes trough my brain. Luckily everyone was either tied up, saddled up, or head down in total sexual servitude. Betsy had passed out and lay still, covered in sweat, reflecting light off her magnificent body. I had inadvertently unleashed a sexual slave who would serve without protest. I was sure she needed only a few minutes before she would be begging for more. Fortunately for both of us, I had just the right machine to keep her occupied while I attended to the others. Getting her unconscious form off the mat, I placed her in the framework of CockaTwo (a design of my own invention). Since she had only been in Doggy, I thought she would do well in reverse Dog on her back with arms clamped upwards, head comfortable on a custom headrest, legs up and bent at the knee yet clamped at thigh and ankle.  Locked in, I proceeded.

Adjusting some of the settings, I spread her legs at the knee widely so that her sex was fully exposed and somewhat flattened by muscle attenuation. In this position her pussy and asshole were in a relaxed yet wide open position. Flipping up various arms and attachments, I first located the two power pistons attached to adjustable dildos so that they would invade pussy and ass. Next I positioned 2 shaped vibrators- one directly on the clit and another just above the opening of her cunt so that with pressure it touched on the bone. A third vibrator (with electro bristles) swung from above to touch the space just between her pussy hole and her asshole (the sensations from this would run straight up her spine). The vibes and brush had multiple settings and the dildos moved in three dimensions while growing and shrinking at random times. The whole thing could be set to a series of programs that randomized the actions. That’s the setting I chose as I flipped the switch. Betsy came alive as the machine began its 3 hour program.

Everyone was now into their own pleasure or suffering; I had time to inspect.

Debbie and Darla were racing away on their Rocking Horsies. As the race continued they alternately rode up and down on their huge cocks. Each cycle brought another thrust that widened and deepened ass and pussy. Soon each would be able to take the most massive cock on the planet. If they tried to rest they would be sent into spasm by the numerous electrical pulses that raced through ass, pussy, clit and lips. Orgasms were greeted by both enjoyment and punishing voltage as the electricity would ride the liquid deep into their bodies. Add the stream of sweat and urine caused by all this exertion and it was easy to see why each looked miserable

Stacy’s Sawhorse was doling out shock and satisfaction as the trail of juice and pool of pussy slop proved. Her constant lifting in reaction to the shocks to her ass and pussy were giving her quite the workout. Already I could see evidence that this version of the Brazilian Butt Workout was producing the desired effect. The 30 lbs. boots made the ¼” gap seem like a mile. Every time she attempted to gain a bit more room, the rubber line to the clamps on her nipples pulled back fiercely, threatening to tear off the tips. Finally, her rosy ass was hot from the constant flap of the 6 Whip on each cheek.

The Wheel carried a tortured Kathryn around and around through the shit slurry, lifting cups of waste to the top and stretching nipples to the point of no return. I could see that the two dildos were leaving her in a place Dante wrote about. Orgasm/Shit bath/Orgasm/Shit bath in constant repetition. The continual clean and filthy cycles were wearing on her body and her mind. The cycles of no breathing were exhausting her. I could see that she was about at the end of her rope.

Betsy had already achieved 6 additional orgasms and was voluntarily working the machine to death as it plunged into her sloppy pussy and sucking asshole.  It had only taken about 2 hours to turn her from quaking virgin to sexual deviant. I had plans to use this to my advantage against the other girls. The combination of Betsy’s huge, newly found, sexual appetite and submissive nature would make directing her a snap. I wondered just how bi-sexual she would become.

Sara was a pool of sweat in her Little Hooter Girl outfit and had moved from Treadmill to sit ups. Due to the nature of her clothing choice, she was showing a lot of cunt lip as her pants had ridden far up into her twat.  As I watched, her training film directed her to the next machine which sucked her boobs into large bowl cups and held her in with massive suction as her arms reached for the padded rests and were clamped down. 25 minutes of leg lifts and knee bends would follow. Just to add some entertainment a sucking penis flipped up (wrapped in Stacy’s used and sodden pink panties) and was forced between Sara’s less than willing lips. The taste of Stacy was at once familiar and dirty. Once in place, she had to suck on the rubber phallus or receive a hard smack from the spring loaded paddle below.

Jacki was still on the treadmill in her cheerleader uniform but sadly the top was now see thru as her big boobs  rubbed up and down in the stretchy soaked lycra top. As she walked, her skirt flipped further up revealing that the sweat trailing down her back had mixed with oils and butt sweat to form a light brown line completely down and around her transparent spanx. The constant drip was leaving a trail of dry residue on the centerline of the Tread belt as liquid streamed from the lowest point of her crotch. Clearly she was tired but knew what awaited her if she stopped. If she had known what she looked like from behind, she likely would have passed out. Lifting one leg after the other, her butt cheeks rising and falling as she went, she couldn’t know that two words emblazoned on her Spanx flashed out below the too short skirt. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Fuck, Me. Fuck, Me. Fuck, Me. Fuck, Me. Fuck, Me. Fuck, Me.

First out of her torture was Kathryn. It took a bit of time since she was filthy. I had no intention of going near her until she was somewhat clean. 3 High Pressure washings later, I detached the clamps from her poor and now elongated nipples. The release was first a relief……and then the pain of returning circulation took over for a bit. Her beasts had taken a lot as they were encircled and used as scooping bases for the shit cups she had been carrying for the last 2-1/2 hours. The nature of the design had led to a red color of the entire breast, but there was no visible bruising. The rings through her nipples had stood the test without any real damage. Detaching her arms and body from the Wheel, she slid off the 2 dildos amid copious amounts of cum and shit. After cleaning her off and out, I lovingly placed her in a metal cage with food, water and a soft blanket. She was asleep in 30 seconds, curled up and not knowing that her ass was exposed – showing two gaping holes still clenching involuntarily.

Walking over to Sara as she strained to even lift her legs for another round of knee lifts, I ordered her to stop and drop her legs to the ground. Popping the dildo out of her mouth, I used Stacy’s panties to wipe Sara down, and then walked across to Mommy toiling on the treadmill. Using the same panties, I pulled Jacki’s Spanx aside and wiped her from stem to stern. The combination of sweat, cum and residual shit found its way onto the now steamy and soaked fabric.  Laying the panties down for a moment, I flipped the switch to stop the constant suction on Sara’s boobs. Much like her mother, the action had produced the desired effect – Sara had grown from an already healthy 34D to a Mommy matching 34E. Two injections would add some permanence to the growth and make her far more attractive. Releasing the clamps set Sara free, only to have her collapse in exhaustion on the floor. Laying her on one to the surgical carts, belly down and head in an open cushion, I first cut all of her clothing off, displaying the red ass (a reward for all her missed sucks). Next I adjusted the straps and jacked the center section slightly to raise her butt enough to insert several items in asshole and pussy. Into her still stretched anus went 5 golf balls while her pussy took 2 - five pound metal core softballs. I then moved her over to Mommy.

Cheerleader Mommy was in pain! She couldn’t stop walking or punishment would follow. She had, of course, been watching what I had done to her youngest and she was beside herself with grief. I wasn’t letting her off the hook in terms of guilt, but I did tell her it was time to get off the treadmill. As the belt stopped moving she too collapsed into a heap at the end of the machine. I wasn’t quite done with her torture yet, so I helped her to her hands and knees, ass up and head down. She wasn’t about to move as I wheeled Sara around to look directly at Jacki’s ass. Using some smelling salts, I brought Sara to consciousness long enough for her to see what her mommy had written on her ass. The wail almost broke my heart as she saw what her mother was becoming. Soon enough she too would wear the badge of slut as she fell back into unconsciousness. Jacki had no idea what had happened as I wheeled Sara into another holding room. Walking back to Mommy Dearest, I rolled mirrors in front and behind so she could see her own sweaty, embroidered ass in all its glory. The sounds were glorious. I left her there on hands and knees, locked to the floor for “Feeding Time”.

BarbieAnn had lapsed into Never-Never Land. The cumulative effect of almost 100 combined orgasms had caused an absolute overload of the senses. They could no longer lick and tongue, but the involuntary orgasms continued without help. I am sure that the two of them were dehydrated based on the pool of juice in the catch pan. Opening the book up, I swung Barbie off Ann and gave them their first fresh air in 3 hours. I rinsed both of them off over the drain grate (being sure to preserve almost 2 gallons of juice, sweat and slobber for future use. I did take note of just how swollen both pussies were and the relaxed nature of their assholes too. This was knowledge I could use later. Since each had been lying down on the job for hours, I felt that some upright time in matching Birdcages would do them good. Held by neck, waist, leg and arms within the clamshell cages, nipples were looped and tied off to the cage bars. A wonderful face mask with waterline was placed and inserted for hydration. Pampers were firmly cinched at the waist so they didn’t get the chance to make more mess with their drippings. I quickly inserted and sealed butt plugs in place through their Pampers for amusement. Finally the cages were raised off the ground to swing with motion. Ann and Barbie were free to fly while their bloating bellies filled with the nutritional solution fed through their face masks.

I had left Betsy to her fucking machine and from the looks of things she really wanted to stay on for more. I added a flip up dildo to begin to train her mouth and she took it in to the full length of 9”. I guess she knew what Deep Throat meant as she slurped and slobbered her way enthusiastically around it. I could see the outine of the invading dildo force its way down her throat. She could wait and might even be the center of attention if I figured out how to mate her with Jacki in the next act.

I have no idea how Debbie and Darla had made it this far, but it was time to turn the juice off and get them in a particularly embarrassing position to show off their newly enlarged openings. It was unlikely that either of them would ever return to their original size, but that was always my intention. These two would be very open to anything that they might run into in the future (which might be sooner than they thought). Pulling each off her horsy, I heard the wet, sloppy, sucking sound that comes with deep wells uncorked. This was of course immediately followed by long, deep farts – the result of almost 4 hours of constant fucking. Clean up was a bit harder with these two as they were not only coated in sweat and cum, but also adhesive from each of the shock pads that had been on every sensitive spot on their bodies. Once they were cleaned up, I made a management decision to place them to either side of Jacki for comparison and entertainment. They were locking in place – Debbie to the right with her broad beam and Darla to the left with the more fully stretched pussy laid wide open.

Stacy let out a cry of relief as I unlocked her and opened the boots for her. She was sore and crusted in her own dried sweat and cum. Due to the nature of the Horse, her sweat and residue had dried and cooked in place from the electrical current. It was like natural cement that stuck to her ass, legs and thighs. I could have used a spray of water to loosen the glop, but what fun would that have been? Pulling her legs apart and up, I heard the crackly tearing action as both hair and crap came away too. I guess I’d have to get around to shaving the whole lot of them soon as it was becoming tedious to pull away live hair. I dumped Stacy in a whirlpool bath (not the standard kind you see in luxury homes) that was set at 120 degrees and swirled at about 700 rpm. The scrubbing and heat effect were eye opening but very effective in cleaning every pore and hole. Once cleansed, Stacy was marched (bowlegged) to a massage chair that wrapped her in and began a very thorough deep massage of her whole body. All the other girls got to see this either in person or via monitor. Stacy was in deep trouble with her friends!

Afternoon Delight

Three sets of holes open in the center of the room. Two Birdcages hanging down with Barbiebird and AnnBird mentally replaying their time together. Kathryn – caged and still clenching her asshole and pussy in her sleep. Stacy was in Heaven. Sara looked down at Mommy’s open asshole and pussy. For Jacki it was feeding time so I had to reposition her on her haunches. Of course it’s not possible to make that an easy transition so……still in her little cheer outfit, I slit the bottom of her Spanx to make room for the 8” hollow dildo jutting out of the floor and filling her ass. Since her cheeks were now pressed to the ground by floor straps, it was easy to tie her arms off to her thighs. At this point, I added the feeding mask over her head and into her mouth (The tube was both reinforced and sealed into her mouth so she couldn’t cut off the supply she would be receiving). The funnel stuck up to guide nourishment to her waiting mouth.

Jacki knew something was happening behind her but she never saw exactly what. A heavy duty food processor with industrial capacity 4 gallon tub was set up to mix dinner for her. Contributors and Ingredients were: Eustus and Dexter (pig and dog cum); Jacki (A full bag of her own pubic hair,  a scoop from her original shit panties and a bit of residual shit from Ann and Sara ); BarbieAnn (sweat, slobber and pussy juice); Sara (thick baby cum); Kathryn (methane gas).  Once in the tub, I added some protein powder and prune juice. The whole solution looked lovely as I turned the machine on and let it run until it was reached a thick protein slurry. With the feeding funnel already in place, I locked Jacki’s head into a floor mounted head clamp so she couldn’t resist. Dinner time for Mommy was witnessed by her lovely daughter Sara from her perch above on the ER cart. As I poured the solution down the feeding tube, forcing Jacki to eat, Sara was so distressed that 4 of the golf balls shot out of her ass as she tried to give birth to one of the baseball twins in her slut slit. Three gallons later, Jacki was so full that she looked about 5 months pregnant. Dildo up her ass, Jacki was now ready to receive a 2 gallon heavy cream enema through the floor mounted power dildo. It was a struggle to cram all that cream in, but we were all rewarded when Jacki (now bloated to full pregnancy) stood up and received her final gift. A 7”, oversized Butt Plug filled her ass. Knowing she really wanted to relieve some pressure, I had used a double ring of super glue on the handle where it contacted her ass cheeks and ring. Once the seal cured, she was going to stay full for quite some time.

High above our heads two stuffed birds were also imitating pregnant whales as the flow of the water through their masks had been slow but steady for the past 90 minutes. The flow meters on the control console showed 5.35 gallons of water, nutrients, laxative and aphrodisiac to each girl. Of course, some of that concentrate flowed out as waste urine to collect in their now heavily sodden diapers.  Since the solution included some solids, the result was not only full stomach and bladder but also bowels. I had studied this and concluded that on whole each girl could probably store 5.5 gallons total. Less accumulated waste in the diapers, I figured that they were now at about 4.75 gallons internal. Maybe it was time to bring them down and get them dress into their next outfits. With their butts plugged as they were, only so much was getting out and a bad case of diaper rash would take Barbie and Ann out of action. Flipping the switch, the two birdcages descended to ground level where I disconnected the various restraints and tubes. Barbie gingerly waddled over to the changing area as I noted just how full she was. At this point I had three women who could pass for 9 months pregnant and I wanted them to suffer in preparation for the next few days. I was amazed at how full Barbie’s diaper was – It must have weighed 10 lbs. and I doubted it could have handled much more piss. Removing and discarding the diaper, I carefully cleaned her front back and inside her pussy before applying a thick coat of Vaseline and baby powder. Keeping her there, I walked Ann over as I suspected she would tip over with her jutting belly and repeated the process on her. Once cleaned up, I rolled a dressing rack over with various latex costumes. Picking two of the proper size, I passed Wonder Woman to Ann and Batgirl to Barbie. The costumes were complete, genuine and incredibly stretchy – using the very finest no-rip technology available. Slowly and painfully each dressed cooperatively (OK, so they didn’t want to get a taste of the high voltage shock stick I had in my hand).  It took almost 20 minutes for the two of them to dress given the size of their stuffed figures, but once finished, each was sealed in tight so that nothing more would leak out. The clingy latex accentuated their figures and exaggerated their bulging bellies. Locked onto vertical platforms Ann and Barbie were both cute and miserable. The heat buildup was eventually going to be a problem for them but for now the slosh of every movement was engrossing. They would soon be cast in a special superhero film for public consumption (XXX Rated consumption that is!).

Damn! I had forgotten about Betsy and she was just wailing away on the CockaTwo and begging for more. I really was thinking about letting her stay there but I had such a delicious job waiting for her that I had to get her off the machine. I’m not sure I had ever seen anyone blast out so many orgasms and longing for more. Her pent up sexual energy was almost frightening. She was soaked in sweat, her brunette hair hanging limply to her ass, the curls wrung out. Betsy wobbled off the machine amid whines and moans of protest. She probably would have stayed on that thing all day if not required for something else. I thought about whether I wanted to clean her up first, but decided it would be better to leave her ripe for her next role as Phallic Queen. Her custom made latex costume clung to every curve and valley as she slowly dressed her sweaty body in hot, sticky rubber. Attaching her headpiece with evil eye holes and ring piece mouth, I locked her collar so she could not turn her head without turning her whole body. The entirety of her sex and bottom cleft was open from front to back, displaying Betsy’s vulva, clit, lips, vagina, asshole and crack. Various attachment points made up of snaps and loops were scattered from waist to the small of her back and across the spread bottom of Phallic Queen’s uniform. A devilish c-shaped device held 2 inward facing plugs and an outwardly thrust 10” cock. Pushing both plugs into place in ass and pussy, I carefully snapped the 16 buttons into place and turned each 90 degrees to lock them in place. At front and back they slotted through a reinforced vertical D ring and locked in place. The effect was mesmerizing as Betsy was transformed into Phallic Queen, curves, plugs and all. I fed her several stimulants to keep her on her toes (literally since she was on 9” boot heels).

So where were we? (Time to do some inventory). Stacy was awake and dressed in a sweet little schoolgirl number with all the bells and whistles, right down to the black and white Mary Jane shoes. The short plaid skirt didn’t cover her ass or her slit, but the heavy, triple layer white cotton panties kept everything hidden beneath. There would be a surprise with those later, but right now everything was undercover. Stacy was fed and all cleaned up after her luxurious sleep. The other girls stared at her with smoldering looks since she seems so content. Of course they couldn’t see that her boobies were wrapped in 15 winds of copper wire that had them bulging beneath the prim blouse and two layer cami. Nor did they know that her waist was crimped to a stunning 18” size by the wired and boned  corset that had been pulled tight by machine and then tied off with wire crimps top and bottom. It was impossible to take more than short breaths of air through her nostrils. The demure smile on her face looked authentic though in reality the beautifully done lips were makeup on synthetic skin applied over her real mouth (which at the moment was stuffed with several pair of very used panties). Completing the ensemble was the only evident stricture in the form of a shoulder to fingertip arm binder clamping her arms behind in very tight quarters. She was sitting in the beautiful antique wheelchair I had rolled her out in, beautiful smile in place and looking radiant (due to the 3 injection of “Happy Juice” she had just received). Too bad Stacy couldn’t speak.

Since I didn’t want Jacki, Ann or Barbie to lack for exercise I got them up and began to parade them around in their outfits. Jacki in her far too tight cheerleader uniform – bulging above the waist with about 35 lbs. of “baby” – led the parade. Her huge tits bounced through fabric about to give up as the sheer stress of mass began to tear the seam apart. Adding a final touch of irony to the picture, everyone could see the glued in butt plug twitching side to side around the mounded and pressurized anus –sealing off 2 gallons of cream and lord knew what else. As she walked away again, her buttocks flashed the Fuck, Me, Fuck, Me, Fuck, Me signal of her now tortured ass.

Ann followed in mommy’s footsteps adding her own delicate personality to the parade. Ann walked behind, watching the flashing words every few seconds as her misery rose with the boiling solution in her belly.  Her Wonder Woman outfit was so tight that no cooling could occur. The sweat built up inside and flowed to every crevice available.  Her “pregnancy” had also reached a tipping point and the 40 lbs. of mass had her off balance and dreading every move she made. The combination of laxative, sexual stimulation and pressure made her costume all the more ludicrous. Wallowing side to side she wept as she followed the woman who had given birth to her.

Barbie was so full that she thought she would truly explode. There was nowhere for all of her “cargo to travel as she was plugged everywhere. The piss that had been a constant had finally subsided but left a good deal of liquid mixing with sweat to cause some real suffering. Due to the nature of the one piece BatGirl suit, she was constantly reminded of all the smells emanating from her body. The acrid smell of urine mixed with the sweet, oily scent of a woman in “labor” mixed to cause lightheadedness. What was really setting her off was the incredible squeeze that the batgirl was putting on her titties and ass. It seemed that the hotter she got the tighter the outfit. She was right as I had ordered a special heat reactive rubber that shrank with induced warming. The effect was squeezing her and forcing her butt plug further up her engorged ass.

Watching the entire parade, Betsy was starting to overheat with the stimulants I had fed her. Luckily I had the perfect job for her. Still, Darla to the left and Debbie to the right were ass up and head down, each showing two waiting holes gaped and wet. Being polite, I invited Betsy to fuck all holes without stopping to clean up. The combined effect of Betsy’s new found energy; the stimulants and rampant horniness resulted in her ramming 11” of cock deep into first Darla and then Debbie. Ass, pussy and mouth were repeatedly stroked to the full depth of Betsy’s cock. All the time that the girls were receiving sexual “pleasure” the effect on Betsy was otherworldly.  Inside her harness the two plugs came to life and began to move within her ass and pussy in random patterns. The energy generated by her fucking gave the dildos life to grow and rotate. As the cocks did their work, Betsy redoubled her efforts on Darla and Debbie, reducing all three to constant orgasmic surges. While this continued unabated, I turned to deal with Sara.

Sara had suffered while watching her mother and sister carry “babies” around as they marched in procession; I had forgotten that she had expelled all but one of her butt balls. That wouldn’t do, so I quickly added not 4 but 6 new golf “butt balls” up her ass. I had no idea how far they went in, but I carefully taped her hole over in order to keep them stable for the time being. It appeared that she was ready to give “birth” to her twin “Ball Babies” as I placed an adjustable ratcheting strap around her abdomen and cinched it tight. The first “baby” began slowly to appear and stretch her opening widely to deliver a wonderful 5 lbs. “softball baby”. The second delivery was being uncooperative as it seemed stuck in the “birthing” canal. After 20 minutes of pushing (and as Jacki and Ann watched carefully with heads in clamps), baby sister Sara dropped out another 5 lb. baby through her now huge opening. Ripping the tape off her ass, I let Sara relieve herself of 7 “butt balls”. Farts, shit and sloppy cum all escaped to be captured for later use.

All the while I was “birthing” Sara; Jacki, Ann and Barbie marched around the table in extreme distress. Huge, bloated and cramping, they were on the edge of exhaustion and unconsciousness.  Three additional birthing tables waited for them in the middle of the room. It was only a matter of who went first. In the end I decided that face up approach would best satisfy the “audience”. I carefully laid each ‘mommy” out on the carts. Jacki was in the center, with Wonder Woman to the right and BatGirl to the left. Each bulged hideously as their “pregnancies” entered the final stage. I carefully set camera and lighting so that everything would be recorded for posterity.

Dressed in appropriate surgical wear, I began the process of “birthing” Barbie BatGirl by opening her crotch for access to ass and pussy.  Even the large butt plug in her ass had begun to surrender to the pressure that had built up inside her. I had worked very hard to make sure that the specially designed fluids would traverse stomach, bladder and bowels so that her entire abdomen filled to absolute capacity.  I didn’t want to be pissed on so I slid a catheter set into her bladder to reduce the pressure – we’ll call that breaking her water – and store her golden piss for later use. The flow was substantial and reduced her belly size only slightly. I felt an inspection of her swollen pussy was in order and clamps applied to her lips pulled them apart as her hole opened to reveal her inner physiology. I’d be doing some work there in a bit but first I wanted to get her “baby” out. After setting the sluice gate and shield around her stopped up asshole, I began the real work. Dropping the table bottom away I started to remove the huge butt plug from Barbie. With a scream of sheer pain, away it came and an explosion of shit, water, blood, and solids poured out as her huge belly contracted toward near normal size. I measured 4.11 gallons out as Barbie continued her complaints and moans.  The farting began as the effect of all that pressure began to release along with a continued flow from her “womb”. Having given birth to the first waste baby, I wrapped her bottom parts in a cloth diaper, added Vaseline and powder and moved her to a sitting position above the dump station. BatGirl would continue to leak into her diaper for some time.

Wonder Woman Ann had watched the entire procedure in terror, not knowing that I had something a bit more interesting in store for her. Positioning her foot to foot with her mommy (since I wanted “Grandma” Jacki to be able to watch the whole show), I placed Ann in an upright position so that she could shit her “baby” right into the tub positioned below her ass. I wanted maximum impact for her mommy to see the new “grandbaby” delivered.  Tying off the neck of the butt plug to strong cord, I fed the other end through a series of pulleys to end at Grammy’s leg lifted way up in the air. When Grammy was too tired to hold that leg up it would fall and rip the butt plug from Mommy Ann’s asshole and help “Baby” be born. The waiting was delicious as both Ann and Jacki knew what was coming…….but not when! After a bit of waiting, Jacki’s leg began to wobble. In the position she was in there was no modesty. Leg up and spread, the huge butt plug glued into her ass forced her entire anal area to bulge obscenely. The pressure on the plug must have been incredible by now as most of the solids had infiltrated her bowels or was waiting to flow out of her stomach into her too full gut. Even her bladder must have been screaming. This was all set off by her now disheveled cheer uniform. A final gasp and Jacki’s leg fell to the table, popping the plug from Ann’s ass in a pyrotechnic display of shit, water, juices and other disgusting ingredients. Because Ann’s “baby” was birthed in a downward position, the exit was spectacularly aided by gravity. Good thing these kids were young and their bodies snapped back to form quickly. It may even be that after Ann had her “baby” she was slimmer and more ripped. Jacki was crying from both her failure to save her own baby Ann, but she was struggling with the dual forces of gravity and plug. Leaving Ann in her upright position and leaking from her gaping asshole, I began to prepare grandma for her first birth in 21 years. It was going to be very special.

Sara had by now begun to recover from her multiple births and I repositioned her on the adjustable cart for the event of her young life. After flipping her onto her back and lowering the head of the cart about 2 feet I added metal sideboards from head to waist. Rolling her over to “Mommy Dearest” I placed her head below Jacki’s bottom. This way Sara would get first taste of her new “baby” sister. Locking the carts together for position, I made final adjustments and pried Sister – Mommy Sara’s mouth open with a new Jennings clamp. I then moved new “Mommy” Ann into a T position so that her leaking ass continued to drip down onto Sara while giving her a bird’s eye view of the final family birth.

All was in order as I began the slow process of removing the plug from Jacki’s bloated asshole. Due to the combination of pressure and superglue, it would take some time for the solvents to loosen the seal I had created earlier. I knew that once the ring of sealant lost its grip, the big butt plug would explosively fly out. I wasn’t concerned since I had every reason to believe that the heavy metal piece would bounce off Sara far from her pretty head. So……..everyone watched from different places for the procedure to begin.

There was still a bit of time before all hell broke loose, so I asked Betsy to stop fucking her friends and come over.  As the submissive she had become, she sauntered over and asked how she could help. I asked her to take her Penis off and remove her ring gag. This had the effect of relieving her sore jaw and opening up her wonderful pussy and ass to the world. Moving her to the head of Jacki’s table and lowering the head, I positioned Betsy straddling Jacki so that her mouth was just below Betsy Doll’s ass and pussy. I ordered Jacki to start cleaning things up as I raised her head to press against Betsy’s most intimate parts. Locking a spreader bar between Betsy’s legs so that things stayed in place, I slung a leather head rest that cradled Jacki’s skull in just the right position for maximum effort. Not only would this clean Betsy up but it would keep Jacki quiet during her new “baby’s” birth.

The glue finally gave way and just as expected, the plug flew 10 feet across the room to skitter across the floor. The explosion of “sweet cream” from Jacki’s ass jetted onto Sara’s face. A fair amount of the two gallons made it into her mouth and eventually down her throat. What a perfect way for a daughter to share in the experience! The flow continued unabated as the cream top transitioned to a combination of shit, water, goo, blood and partially digested fiber. All of this flowed onto and into Sara as Ann looked on helplessly while the remaining effluents continued to drip onto her sister. I wanted the family to share the experience and this sequence (recorded for later use of course) would make a great memory. All the while Jacki was satisfying Betsy between screams and moans from the two of them. It took 30 minutes for all the various liquids to drain from Jacki’s body as she returned to pre-birth shape. Some rest and a few meds later and Jacki would be better than new. For everyone another day had gone by and I began the process of breaking things down and returning all but Stacy to a set of custom luxury jail cells for the night.

Although it had been a long day for the ladies, I was far from finished. It was only 4 in the afternoon and there were many things to contemplate what had already happened and what was still to come. I had only tapped a few of the various items in the barn and each girl was still fairly resistant to suggestions with the exception of Betsy. Having cracked her and gotten a good bit of control. I started planning how I could use her skills and energy to break down some of the other girls. In the meantime there were other rivalries developing that I had encouraged and set out. Chief among these was the visible hatred for Stacy who was clearly enjoying herself in comfort as she sat in her beautiful wheelchair, watching with a smile on her face. If they only knew…………

Stacy and I took a walk through the hallways as I guided her to the antechambers where I kept my residence. Here I had everything I needed for both living and entertaining. Tonight I intended to “entertain” Stacy. As we walked through the Barn she moaned softly through her panties and into her smiley tape. All the girls were pissed at her as they were sure she was getting a nice cozy room and some really good sleep for the night. They had no idea that her tits ached from their constriction. They couldn’t see that her waist and midsection were crushed to a diminutive size by the punishment corset. They had no idea just how foul the 2 pairs of panties cramming her mouth were. They gave no thought to the 2 sizes too small Mary Jane shoes with the sharp pins in the arch. Her arms were in extreme discomfort pulled behind her and in extreme tension. Finally the triple ply cotton panties did not breathe and the two inner plies were soaked with sweat and juices while the outside ply was cool and dry to the touch. This was all due to the thin layer of rubber laminated between the plies. All in all Stacy was in real pain and walking made it worse.

Entering the Master Living Quarters, I invited Stacy to turn and show her outfit to me and the cameras hung about the room. I decided to free her arms so that she could participate in her own torture. Much of what happened next would be with her help. Once she had gotten feeling back in her arms, I asked her to take her blouse and cami off, exposing her near purple breasts. Nipples bulging and tits literally popping off her chest, Stacy’s 38DD‘s appeared huge and almost comical standing out against her artificially narrowed waist and ribcage. The copper wire wound around then glinted in the light. For the first surprise I pulled out a special piercing machine that made quick work through each nipple, hanging a 6” silver hoop from each. The connection was permanent and due to the inner structure of the hoop it would take a special cutting tool to get each one off. Unwinding the wire from the base of each breast was slow work as the sheer size of her melons had flowed over the wire and allowed it to embed at the base. The pain must have been immense yet hardly a sound came from her lips. I wonder why? Now that Stacy was disrobed from the waist up, I wanted to get some shots of her new jewelry standing out as her breasts returned to their normal ivory color. She reached down and picked up one to the hoops to inspect it as tears came to her eyes. Her beautiful breast adornments really were perfect although she would never wear a bra while wearing the hoops. I gave her several injections in each breast to ease the pain and reduce the droop of gravity over time. In the near future she wouldn’t need a bra for her wonderful udders as they would become far more resistant to droop though the softness and natural curve would remain. Better living through chemistry.

I thought it might be time to loosen her lips a bit so I carefully stripped away her perfect smile and delicately pulled the two dirty pair of pink panties from her aching jaws. I did warn Stacy not to speak unless spoken to directly and followed it up with a sharp tug on both nipple hoops. She got the point as drool streamed from her mouth and traced a line down her chest, through her mammoth cleavage and under the corset. The line of slop ran all the way to her panties and then was absorbed in the outer layer. It was hard to say what was going on with those three play cotton knit panties below her plaid skirt, so I had her remove it in order to follow the round curves of her body at the waist, hips and ass. Stacy was easily the curviest of the girls and she tended to celebrate it all the time. Now she was doing so in a more elemental way as the combination of her nudity above and the transforming panties below caused a perceived increase in curviness. Little did she know that the actual tightness and shape of her panties was changing with her own body heat. Soon the material would begin a crushing metabolism as it conformed to every line of her pussy and ass while forcing her abundant ass to stand out against the force. First her ass crack formed in perfect 3-D with the panties clinging is such a manner that they outlined the ring of her anus in perfect detail.  Each pubic hair was revealed in intimate detail. The shape of her Mons, slit, clit, vagina and perineum was drawn out like a second skin. The reality was more revealing than nudity as the fabric forced added definition of each part. Stacy was on display as a living anatomy project.

It was time for a talk as my plans were sinister and would require her to become a co-conspirator.

       “Stacy, it’s time for us to have a talk about what will happen to you over the next few days. I’m        sure that you have come to the conclusion that I can do anything I want to you and nothing you        can do about it. I know you think you’ve suffered incredibly but you should trust me when I say        that you’ve seen nothing yet. I can and might make you wish you were dead. With that said, I        have a bargain for you”

This little speech was a part of the plan I had hatched the night before. In order to make this week truly special, I needed to break the spirit of all nice girls. One of the best ways to do that would be to drive a wedge between them so that they couldn’t work as a team to keep each other’s spirits up. If I could break each girl down I would be able to manipulate each to a far greater degree. I already had Betsy as an unwitting accomplice as she would do my bidding in order to get sexual satisfaction. I wanted Stacy to be the target of jealousy and anger (she didn’t know that of course) in order to break the social frame work. All I would need was one other traitor (I was working on who that would be).

       “If you want to have some relief from what I have in mind you’ll become my helper. This doesn’t        mean that you’ll get off the hook but you will get far better treatment. No jail cells and no nasty        shit to swim through. You’ll do what I ask and you’ll get the chance to punish your “friends”. I        know what they say about you behind your back (it’s here that I played a little compilation video        tape showing some of the conversations between her buddies – it wasn’t pretty AND it wasn’t        real but it sure looked authentic – she was MAD).

It took some time for her to comprehend all the nasty things that they “said” about her but I could see that in her already weakened state it was having the desired effect. While Stacy was thinking, I clipped the wire restraints on her corset and began to loosen it (I knew it had done its intended transformation on her body and mind). The effect of taking her out of some of her captivity immediately changed her thought processes. She had seen some of the things that had happened to the other girls. As badly as she had been treated, she never wanted to go through what Kathryn had on that horrible wheel. Stacy’s psyche was buckling fast as I removed the corset completely and threw it to the side. The angry red lines on her frame slowly began to recede. Commanding her to stand up (which was difficult in the crushing panties still defining her ass and pudendum, I quickly slit the 3 ply sides and let the evil panties fall away.  Naked in front of me, I asked Stacy what her answer was as the wall slid aside to a large darkened pit with various devices and objects that I knew she didn’t want to face. Her answer came quickly in a slightly raspy YES as her breathing returned to normal with the closing of the wall opening.

Stacy and I talked for some time about her fears and her needs. Once we had gotten over the initial terror (and she had many fears) she began to relax and talk. She talked about the way she carried her body and how she wished sometimes to be more ordinary. Her experience with boys had always been rocky since almost everyone wanted to get a feel of her marvelous tits or a grab of her spectacular ass. Boys had not come easy to Stacy and her friends had been her most consistent protectors. It infuriated her that all they wanted to do now was take her down a notch and show her for the slut she was (It was a great film edit I had done). Now that she felt cast aside, all Stacy wanted was to extract some revenge. I let her talk on and get all sorts of emotions to the surface. I needed her as raw as possible to properly spring the right trap. It was interesting that she didn’t seem to even notice that she was both naked and vulnerable in the room with me. She was so focused on her thoughts and traitorous friends that she was comfortable for the time being. It was going better than I thought possible. I dawned on me that each of these girls was malleable due to the sheltered and privileged lives each had grown accustom to. Stacy simply didn’t have to worry about money or her job security. Her father had made millions with the many stations he controlled and nothing was too good for his baby. Of course Stacy knew he was watching her to be sure she didn’t get in any trouble, so her dating life was non-existent. It had been 4 months since she had had sex with anything other than her 8” bullet.

Once I felt that Stacy and I had an understanding, I did have to explain to her that she was not going to get away for free, and that there would be punishment and pleasure in doses that might be uncomfortable. I voiced my displeasure at how she groomed herself and made it clear that that would change tonight. She was aghast at the thought of losing all of her protective hair. She always thought that only sluts kept themselves totally clean. I explained that she would do as told and that all of her friends would share the same fate. Failure to cooperate with this would result in a high temperature, high velocity bath, in a none too gentle hair removal procedure of ALL hair – and it would be permanent!  The thought of losing her wavy, blonde tresses caused her to rethink her earlier protests. With that out of the way, I told Stacy that she needed to take a hot shower and prepared for below the neck hair removal. I’d see her in 25 minutes.

Of course it wasn’t going to be that easy but she didn’t know that and a dose of reality would actually strengthen her resolve. In the meantime I wanted to check up on the other eight. The lights were out in 7 of the eight jail cells (although it’s not entirely fair to call them that. At 900 sq. ft. they had almost every amenity one could desire. The two most important things in the cells right now were the beds and the high pressure showers. The girls couldn’t seem to use the showers enough to get clean.  Of course, there was that eighth cell and Jacki was busy inspecting herself for any damage. She used the mirrors in the room to inspect every intimate part of her body. I think she was sure her asshole was wide enough to drive a truck through, but thanks to all the exercise and nutrients (as well as some really fantastic drugs she was being fed) her rectum had returned to its tight, original size.; Ditto for her pussy, even though it was still stimulated and dripping. She couldn’t figure out why she was so horny and satisfied after the torture of the last two days. She prayed that the other girls were asleep and getting their rest. Jacki was fairly sure that rest would be needed until they were released – whenever that was! She couldn’t get to sleep mostly because she was worried to death about Stacy. As I listened to her bedtime prayer, I made another mental note to use that little bit of information soon. Goodnight girls – sweet dreams!

Right on time, Stacy came from her shower and the look on her face told me that she was getting more relaxed and beginning to appreciate the flip side of captivity. She looked ravishing wearing only a smile. I turned a special chair around and asked her to sit down. Knowing some of what was coming and also that she really didn’t have a choice, she stepped around and let the chair consume her. I had warmed the seat and made sure all the devices were in operating condition. A fine mist from hundreds of nozzles covered her from neck to toe. The machine missed nothing in covering her in a uniform film. Due to the viscosity of the film, Stacy found herself feeling immersed in a warm tub. Part of that was the anesthetic in the fluid and part was the psychedelic gas that she had inhaled from the overhead vent. At this point, the g-400 surface lasers began a random pattern over her that would cover every micron of her body in short burst light immersion. She couldn’t know that every hair follicle was being destroyed along with the ability to grow more. As the pattern proceeded, arms reached out and pulled her hair back from her face and held it in a tight bun to the top of her head. The machines worked up and down the whole body as instructions calmly directed Stacy to raise arms, spread legs, raise chin, sit straight and eventually rise up slightly so that her spread ass could be properly treated. Chin, nape of neck, cheeks, nose and moustache area were all covered and properly treated. After an hour a clearing mist was applied to her whole body and Stacy was left standing under an inspection camera and blue light. Sure that we had covered all bases, the machine applied an airtight hair wrap, opened a floor grate and began a solution wash. The grate was covered in a very fine filter that allowed water through but captured all the removed hair. The process was completed in short order as a final transdermal material was sprayed and absorbed into the skin. Drying took a few moments and then Stacy was finished. Not a hair would ever grow from the neck down or on her face (less eyebrows and eyelashes of course). As she reached down to inspect her touch was met with baby smooth skin everywhere. She may have been this nude at birth but now it was permanent. I went through my own inspection just to be sure, spreading her ass cheeks and even her labia. No trace of hair adorned her, not even under her arms where she was sweating profusely onto smooth skin that allowed her perspiration to roll without resistance to the tips of her fingers. Since she was next going into a heat tube to sweat out toxins, that would be a good thing.

Thirty minutes in the heat tube produced almost 2 quarts of dirty, nasty sweat that was captured for later use. Of course this was a good thing for Stacy since it meant that she was mostly detoxified. The many enemas and douches of the last few days combined with the healthy diet I had all the girls on was beginning to have a positive effect on skin and body function. Outside of the average 5.5 lb. fat loss, there was a general toning from exercise and toxin release. There was no real weight loss on any of the girls since what they lost in fat they made up for in newly discovered muscle. A shower later, Stacy was back and fully nude in front of me. I already knew she was horny as hell since she had been stewing in a hormone steam for almost a half hour. The result was most entertaining as her nipples (even pierced they were huge and rock hard), pussy (dripping and open) and her ass (clenching and opening on its own) signaled her desire.

All I had to do was ask her to determine if she had fully capitulated. She fell to an immediate hands and knees on the floor, legs open and ready position. Mouth open and drooling, she invited the invasion of all three holes. Her surrender indicated that she would be of use to me as Accomplice #2, joining Betsy in as the second piece in my troika. The sex that followed was beyond great as Stacy accepted every position and hole as if it were second nature. Aside from the obvious, she was becoming a total anal whore. Her aptitude for dick up the ass was going to come in very handy in the coming days. Once satisfied, I sent Stacy off to her own private room to sleep and recover. She would need the rest.

Day 3 Plotting Treason Among Friends

The morning came early as the claxon sounded and the cells opened onto the central floor. What was once 9 had become 7. The ladies knew that Stacy had been allowed to share another room as she had walked away in my care from the night before.  The mystery was that now Betsy was missing and there was no clue. It was as if she had never been in her cell. At the moment, and unbeknownst to them, Betsy was being pampered and cleansed by her very own auto wash bed and bath system. Every inch of her body was cleaned and then massaged to luxurious levels that would soon make the remaining ladies truly hate her. In fact, she was on the big screen now in split screen to Stacy in her room receiving equal treatment. I allowed this to go on for some time as the remaining girls –Jacki, Kathryn, Sara, Debbie, Darla and Barbie – watched and ate – all the while letting their anger and jealousy grow. I only needed one more accomplice and that decision had already been made. The traitorous trio would soon be revealed.

After breakfast the two groups – Victims and Traitors – received instructions on wear and location. The seven remaining (soon to be six) girls each got a long cocktail dress specially tailored for their body. There was no need for a bra and the emerald green panties custom fit their individual curves perfectly. Set off with Emerald Slippers (8” stiletto heel and locking clasps). Emerald tiaras set off hair that had been meticulously done by each of them. The only odd look was the 7 sets of bulging cheeks courtesy of the used panties wedged into each mouth. I thought it would be fun to have them keep those in place even though they didn’t have a gag or tape in place. Each knew they would be severely punished if even a spot of fabric showed.  Walking down the wide hallway, each girl had been given a number for a door. As each reached her assigned gateway, she peeled obediently off and walked through individual entrances to her own special room. Once inside the doors silently closed and lights dimmed. 6 of the 7 rooms were austere and held little in the way of hint as to what was happening. 

Ann walked into Room 5 antechamber and had to make a sharp right turn into a much larger room. She was the only one who could see that this room was far different. Sofa, bed, luxury bath and every conceivable form of beauty product had been laid out. In the closet were clothes that would surely fit into her princess lifestyle. The abject luxury took her aback and at the same time caused her to feel relieved and joyful. Maybe her nightmare was finally coming to an end and she would be reunited with all her friends away from this dreadful place. Little did she know that this was a wonderful and devilish ploy to create the third traitor.

Adjusting to her surroundings and not being directed by anyone, Ann began to consider everything in the room. There were no obvious traps and nothing seemed out of place. The odd thing was that it felt familiar and comfortable. As time wore on, she began to relax and consider her options. The huge bath in front of her would easily take 4 girls. The steaming water gave off a faint perfume that was both intoxicating and mildly healing as the mist wafted over her. With no one to watch, she decided that she had to slip out of her scant outfit and into the soft water. Once in the tub, she tilted her head back and fell into a mild hypnotic trance. The headphones slipped over her ears played a transient white noise mingled with subtle suggestion as she was seduced to the traitorous dark side.

Betsy and Stacy awoke in bed together, not knowing how they came to be there. The night of calm sleep was not only welcome by each but gave them pause. The room was sumptuous and a breakfast of bounteous proportion had been laid out at the table. For all that, they looked at each other and hugged as lovers do. Somehow it only seemed right that they find each other and begin to explore the length and depth of each other’s body. The film of their hour of lust would be a best seller on the black market over the next few months. With no less than 12 camera angles, nothing was hidden from view as the new lovers explored every crack and crevice of the opposite body. Fingers, hands, tongue all combined to produce a love scene unmatched in intensity and pornographic detail. After breakfast they would be reunited with their traitorous soul sister and the real fun would begin.

Meanwhile the 6 remaining victims had each been placed in positions of extreme sexual deviance:

Jacki was squirming on a water table as tiny jets of high pressure steam jetted out at her clit, asshole, butt cheeks and nipples, while her bulging jaws were pressed into a mask delivering a mixture of oxygen and aphrodisiac mist. It was impossible to tell if the relentless chewing on her panty wad was to try and wash the horrid taste from them or rather a weak attempt to scream from her 15th orgasm. The endless stimulation of all of her female parts was causing her to lose consciousness and then suddenly jerk to life as another shuddering orgasm hit. Sweat mixed with oil, water and slobber to produce a toxic mix of body waste.

Kathryn was impaled ass and twat on a half-moon shaped pedestal covered in electrical shock pads, and a high power vacuum tube currently trying to suck her clit out to a full 3 inches. Her glamorous C cup tits were wearing an elaborate ice bra designed to keep her cool and prep her boobs for surgery within the hour. Her panties had been replaced by foam in place plugs that would later have to be cut away from the pedestal.. Of course there was no reason to discard those panties as they provided a wonderful helmet over her head as the slow dry solution applied to them began to harden and shrink, conforming to her facial features

Sara hung upside down with metal probes routinely shocking ass and pussy while a watertight glass globe covered her head. A small air line fed just enough fresh oxygen to keep her conscious while the slow drip of water pooled at the base and slowly filled the glass like a fish bowl. Hoops were superglued to her nipples and then thin fishing line wound around the base of the nipple and through the hoops. Hooked to each hoop was an industrial bungee cord. Attached to the other end of the bungee cord was a flat metal shaft bolted to an actuator. The actuator ratcheted backwards 24” and then released, swinging Sara through an arc that pulled on her nipples terribly. At the full extent of the arc water sloshed around in her slowly filling glass bowl, causing her to splutter instead of breathe.

Debbie and her previously 35E boobs were suctioned to a pair of large glass tubes. Each tit alternately jerked forward as a high pressure vacuum milking machine brought milk to the surface courtesy of the hormone diet she had been fed since her arrival 2 days ago. It was working. The volume of milk in her udders had swelled them to a mind numbing 35GG. At the same time she was honing her prodigious oral skills on a 12” dildo sliding down her throat. The final piece of the puzzle was a hose slowly pumping liquids into her womb in a nourishing bath designed to enhance her fertility and stretch her abdomen for later use. The swelling had reached the point that she appeared about 7 months pregnant.

Darla and Barbie faced each other from opposite sides of a glass wall defined by the twin 6” dildos at mouth level. Hair pulled tight and attached to strong rubber bands, their heads were alternately pulled back and then allowed to slam forward to the full depth of invading dildo. At the same time, their asses jacked up on raised foot pedestals, the rocking of their bodies alternately forced them back onto immense triple ball steel ass rams which penetrated and expanded their rear holes to a full 5” diameter. The constant battering would have ruined their assholes were it not for the special lube pumped generously onto each sucking hole. Due to the nature of the lube, their assholes would quickly snap back to natural size once the battering ended. In the meantime the ca-chuck, sploosh, ca-chunk, sploosh behind merged with the sucking – gagging sounds emanating from each jaw stretched mouth.

Ann, Betsy and Stacy found themselves in the same set of rooms and eventually ran into each other. The scene was one of tears of joy and relief as they were sure that they had been freed. The thought could not have been further from the truth as they squealed at each other in celebration. The truth was about to land very hard on them in the form of a booming voice from the ceiling.

       The three of you have been chosen! You are no longer a part of the group downstairs. You will be        granted limited freedom from suffering and punishment. In return you will become accomplices        in this week of awakening. If you choose this path you will gain private quarters and limited        reprieve. In return you must help in the torture and torment of your friends, or sister, or mother.        You may choose now, but before you do I think you should see what awaits you if you choose not        to become a Help Slave. (One by one, 6 monitors came on, showing the individual horrors that        Jacki, Kathryn, Sara, Debbie, Darla and Barbie were presently enduring). The choice is yours.        You have 5 minutes to decide. If you agree to serve then you must remove your green panties        and replace them with the bright red ones with your names on them on the table.

The looks on the three girls faces was priceless. To say that they were grief stricken would be an understatement. This was especially true for Ann as the implications were stunning. I waited patiently (although the ticking of the clock in the corner made the time drag and heightened the mood) as the girls considered their options. At 0:2:46, Betsy buckled and quickly moved to the table, exchanging green for red. At exactly 0:4:00 Stacy shuffled over to the table, removed her green panties and replaced them with devil red. The air was electric as even I had no idea what Ann would do. Tears streaming down her face she stumbled to the table as piss ran from her own green panties. Mopping her mess up with the now sodden garment, she grabbed at the red pair and put them on. The group was complete and Phase 2 of the plan could now commence. I sent the three of them off to the changing room to shower and bath before they would change into their Helper Slave attire. If only they knew just how sorry they would be for making their individual decisions.

The first to surrender control and consciousness was Jacki as the orgasms finally left her blank. Her eyes rolled back and stayed. No amount of prodding could help as she drifted into a state of comatose delirium. Lying limply on the table, the jets no longer able to reach her sodden mind, she looked almost angelic in her sexual distress. The water jets went off and the table slowly drained. There was nothing worth doing at the moment and she was simply left to drift in a state of nothingness, empty of thought and energy. It would be quite a while before Jacki would awaken. By then Phase Two would be well underway.

Preparing Kathryn was a simple task as the various devices were already in place for her surgery. Inventorying everything – Her tits were ice cold from her super cooled bra: Her pussy and ass were filled with expanded foam dildos that took the shape of her internal holes (later they would be used as mold masters for a special set just for her now cavernous insides – all the way to her womb and lower intestines). The panties she had worn on her head for the last hour had hardened to a shell over her face and mouth. The dirty stains of her shit hole and abused pussy clearly showing over nose and mouth, her breathing had become labored as the amount of air coming through the cotton cloth of her panties was reduced by the hardening process of the special gel coat they had been sprayed with. Cutting through the hard cloth made way for the metal airway to invade her mouth and deliver a proper anesthetic.

The surgery implanted a series of tissues around her breast meat and began the process of growing her smallish C – cups to a mind blowing J. Kathryn would never need a bra again as the development of muscle and fat layers (through advanced genetic engineering) became intertwined to form a sort of internal bra. Injections into the aureoles and nipple would cause them to resize to an appropriate scale for her new pals. Even as the surgery progressed, the new supercharged cells reshaped her chest. Within the hour Kathryn was already an F cup. Moving downward, both the vaginal and anal plugs were removed after some effort and sent off to the lab for molding. Her permanent plug would be inserted within 30 minutes as she lay on the OR table waiting for her breasts to finish their expansion plans.

Sara and Betsy came off their respective machines at the same time.

Sara was in some distress as she got a breath every 20 or so seconds. She had learned to breathe at the top of the arc when the water line uncovered her nose and mouth just long enough to inhale the small amount of air the tube fed in. Her shocked pussy and asshole had actually begun to steam from the constant flow of electricity. I think she may have cooked her insides to a nice medium rare based on the crackling and popping when the probes came out. I could have released her from her “water helmet” at the neck, but it was much more fun to tap (not too gently) with a hammer until the bowl broke and the water spilled about. The huge gasps of air Sara took in told me it had been a close thing and that she might need some time in the Bariatric Chamber.

Debbie looked like a pregnant elephant. Her boobs were still inflated to an F cup and they would soon fill again if I continued the hormone treatments. For the moment at least, I decided to halt those shots as they might interfere with the next round of planned treatments. Her belly sloshed with gel fluid and she appeared miserable. Placing her on hands and knees, I began her transformation. A complete cow head with internal dildo and breathing tubes was attached to her head and neck. She was forced into swallowing the huge dildo rammed back into her face and the two nostril hoses snicked 3” up her own nostrils to draw in air through the vents in the head. The adhesive on the neck plates began to set with the heat from Debbie’s body. Locking the neck halves together, it would take powerful solvents to get the head off of her. A cow print corset (designed especially for her bulging belly) wrapped around her waist and supported her udders. Hoof gloves were placed on her fists like balled mittens and the remaining cloth adhered all the way up her arm to her cow head and across the top of the breasts to meet the other hoof glove. Again, the quick setting adhesive would not easily be removed. Cow boots ran all the way up the leg to the thigh and ended just at the crotch. In this way, the back, ass, pussy, crack and boob areas were left bare so that later mating could be achieved. Every time Debbie tried to make sounds the ingeniously designed cock let out an authentic lowing sound. Satisfied that she couldn’t go anywhere, I rammed a hollow tube deep into her vagina and guided it to her stuffed womb. The flow of gel began and I was happy to note that it was now clear – the milky compound that made up the fertility component had been absorbed into her reproductive system. Soon we would test the effectiveness of that treatment. As her body began to recover its original shape, I noted several signs that she was in heat. The plan seemed to be going better than even I had hoped.

Darla and Barbie really were having far too good a time for me to consider stopping their play. The combination of a huge steel ball plunging into those two assholes was one I wanted to continue. I did think it was time for a few adjustments so I extended the dildos from 6” to 9” and began their deep throat training. It’s essential to develop a relaxed throat to best apply the technique and I wanted these two to get that down as soon as possible. Soon each would be tested on a real live 9” cock to make sure that they had it down. While I was at it, I decided to speed up the ass rape just to test their concentration.

Kathryn was still on the OR table as I began the process of pumping modified hormones into each of the other girls. This had to be done over a period of 36 hours to provide time for maximum fertility. I had plans for all 8 of the young women (Katy was already “in progress”) and needed to prepare them for a very special surgery scheduled for Day 4 of captivity. While each would react somewhat differently to the process, the overall effect should be consistent with the desired results.

The modified “Kathryn plugs” has just come back from the mold shop and I began the slow process of implanting them correctly inside her ass and pussy. It was hard work to first get the huge masses inside her while properly aligning them to her specific internal shape. Her ass plug was removable for both cleaning and evacuation. Her pussy plug was another matter. The new outer “skin” of her pussy plug would begin to crosslink with her natural cells and become a semi-permanent part of her anatomy. Once the process was complete, her labia, slit and mons would be a seamless stretch of skin as if her twat had never existed. In order to provide an exit point for her urine, a special catheter slipped down into her rapidly closing hole and sealed inside her pee hole. Only two more steps remained before her transformation was complete. Working quickly, and using a long flexible rod, I carefully inserted the tip and guided it into her fallopian tube where I grabbed several eggs and began the process of placing them with specially modified, supercharged and genetically superior sperm. The idea was to make sure of both conception and exceptional product. Once brought together, 3 sets of zygote were placed in different positions in the womb. Pulling the coupling rod from her as quickly as possible through the rapidly narrowing hole, I had one last sinister task to perform. Using special stem cells from a genetic lab, I placed them in a circle where Katy’s clit would have been. The first traces of a nub began to form around the catheter line. As all traces of her pussy completely disappeared into a smooth surface, the beginnings of a cock grew around the catheter line. Within a day Katy would have a full grown and operational 9” dick and the very beginnings of triplets within her. What fun she would be as time went on. Understand of course that I am not so sadistic as to make her pregnant with no way to get her babies out. The absorption of her pussy was temporary and could be reversed at any point. Really, it was just a question of whether that would be in 7 days or just prior to birth. I set sweet Katy off in a recovery room where she would sleep for the next few hours. When she awoke it would be very interesting.

In the Suite, Ann, Betsy and Stacy were lying side by side, strapped down, red pantied asses pushed high in the air by the raised section of their stainless steel tables. If they thought it would be a cakewalk as Helpers, they were learning the hard way that it was only moderately better. Each was being swatted by a power paddle wheel alternately stroking left and right cheek with progressively greater force. The cherry red of their flesh had by now matched the color of their new Satan’s Panties. Of course this was all made the worse by the burning. Every square inch of their bottoms covered by those bright red panties burned like the sun (soaking those panties in Atomic Balm for several hours may have had something to do with that). The ointment soaked panties drove intense heat into each pore of their butt cheeks due to the constant slap of stiff leather. As each girl began to sweat from the heat of the room and the heat in their asses, the moisture helped carry some of the heat to places the paddle just couldn’t reach. There would have been more screams but at the moment each set of lips was stuffed around a panty wrapped penis jutting from the table. Those were the same green pair of panties each had started the day in. After a morning of wear they added a subtle flavor of piss, shit and girl cum to the experience. All the while headphones over their sweet ears carried the subliminal messaging of total subservience to each. The final piece of the puzzle were that Ann, Betsy and Stacy got to watch their own suffering courtesy of the 3-D goggles strapped to their heads. This reinforcement stiffened their desire to “Help”.

With Ann, Betsy and Stacy occupied and Katy sleeping off her surgery, I turned my attention first to Darla and Barbie. They had been real troopers as they learned both ass-gaping and deep throating. I finally let them out of their restraints and pulled the plugs from deep in their assholes. Since they had been through so much, I allowed them to go to one of the recovery rooms where they could get showers, clean up and take a steam while I turned my attention to the three remaining girls.

Debbie the Cow was rolled over on her side being stroked by Sara, who was trying to comfort her friend. Due to certain mirrors in the room, Debbie had gotten an eyeful of what she had become and had lapsed into an almost catatonic state. As the various drugs and fluids had worn off my now, Debbie and her boobs had shrunk to an almost human E+ cup size. Her once ponderous belly had regained its elasticity and only a few air farts came from her pussy along with a dribble of gel. Even that would soon disappear.

Sara sat and stroked Debbie’s hair as it seem therapeutic to her. Sara’s breathing was near normal after her oxygen deprivation lesson. Even her pussy and asshole had begun the recovery process, though she continued to have spasms through her ass and cunt. Each time Sara had one of these ripples, some form of fluid, goo or shit would be forced out of an opening. The pile was odiferous and I am sure it would have bothered her if she even had the strength to get up. I considered diapering her just to keep the floor clean but decided against it as the humiliation aided in breaking her spirit. She silently rested her head on Debbie’s boob and began a rhythmic chant that came from somewhere dark and foreboding.

Barbie was simply too exhausted to move any further and I considered whether she was really up for any more. Yet with all that, it seemed a pity to let her off so easily. Using the last of her strength, she followed orders and went to the table to collect a full pair of white panties that would cling and a sheer top that was about to prove quite surprising. Walking back from the table in her new outfit, Barbie came under a large set of industrial heat guns that suddenly ignited and blasted her upper body. That flimsy, sheer top shrank in length and width so that it acted like a second skin and shrank even further. The reveal was stunning as Barbie struggled for air as the top crushed her abdomen, diaphragm and lungs. She might have had about 35% lung capacity as each breath took extraordinary effort.

The only survivor missing from the equation was Jacki who was still lying on the water table where she had been tormented. Her unconscious state had begun to worry me, yet there was no indication that she was in any medical distress. I suppose the fact that she had recorded 51 orgasms while on the table might have overwhelmed her. There was no change in her breathing and her sleep seemed natural. I put it down to exhaustion and began to consider what to do with her. At her age, no amount of hormonal chemistry would make any difference as she didn’t have all her important reproductive parts any more. I had to consider what future role she might play and how best to incorporate her beauty and desire into the long-term plans. Although this had only been planned for a 7 day “adventure” for the group, there were certainly expectations for the other eight girls. While I contemplated this, I wanted to make sure Jacki woke in some distress since her day had so far been about pleasure and not pain. I needed to change that, so: several weights; a butt plug; dildo; steel corset; collar; and breast trap were laid out. 20 minutes later, Jacki was: collared; plugged in the ass and twat; had her tits encircled in very tight captivity; and her nipples were being dragged down by 2 pound weights hung off them. The final piece was a far too small corset that was slowly ratcheted closed using steel cable and tie locks. A perfect 20” waist with bulging breast and ass made for a perfect picture. No gag or blindfold seemed necessary though I had both ready at arm’s length. When she woke it would be in quite a bit of discomfort.

With Day 3 drawing to a close it was time for everyone to gain release; Everyone except Jacki that is. I had a few things in mind for Mommy Dearest before she got any rest. Ann, Betsy and Stacy regained their freedom and ran off to escape the terrible burning in their loins. The paddling had left its mark. Subliminal suggestions had finally worn down their resistance and for now at least all three went about their duties like the nice little sex robots I had been training. Before the night was out I would test the brainwashing with all three. Soon Ann would take great pride and joy in delivering her sister a punishment of unparalleled brutality. Betsy and Stacy would be growing even closer as the new lovers would be exploring each other in ways neither had ever considered before, but first they too had a task to complete.

Day 4 Dark Night and New Beginnings

Deep in the night a shadow stole into Sara’s room. The effort was mixed with a few tears as Ann knew what to do and felt a mixture of sorrow and pleasure at the task. Ann found her little sister in a deep sleep. Crouching over Sara, Ann opened the leather and spandex hood, positioning it for a quick fit. With a sudden motion the hood slipped down over Sara’s head. A series of straps and buckles were pulled tight under the chin, over the head and across the mouth – locking the hood in place and effectively silencing and blinding the victim. Sara’s foggy mind was far too slow to react before she was flipped over by her sister and fitted with crossover arm binders that tightened in a single pull. Once her upper body was secured, Ann reached to her belt and withdrew a 6” blade to cut away all of Sara’s clothes. Ann took a moment to place Sara’s panties against her nose, sampling the sweet scent of her sibling. On went a pair of diabolical leather pants with a field of sharp pins inside. The pins ran front to back and in 6” circles on each buttock. Draw cables closed front and back to pull the pants drum tight. Ankle cuffs with a center snap trailing to a D-ring in the pants completed the ensemble. Pulled tight in this manner Sara had no chance or escape. Almost all of Sara’s beautiful curves were now held captive and in pain. All that remained was the application of a pressure bandage over her tits as Ann placed the thin, yet strong, 10” wide spiked rubber band on the bed and rolled Sara’s big titties over onto the fully stretched material that was threaded under her held arms and hooked off in the back at the very tightest position. This flattened Sara’s 35 – D monsters and forced hundreds of short yet sharp metal needles into every surface of her boobs. As if that were not enough, each needle had been soaked in bee venom for maximum effect. At this point Sara was helpless, so she never knew that the injection she received in her right hip would prove both exhilarating and frustrating as her sexual energy built to a frenzied peak over the next 6 hours. All the time, the many pins and needles played havoc with her senses. Her job complete, Ann stole out and made her way back to her room where a hot bath and splendid food awaited as reward.

Betsy and Stacy knew what they had to do as the first blush of sunrise hit the horizon, but they were still a bit foggy on why they were doing this. Sneaking into Jacki’s room, they were confronted by her struggling in her latest position. The weights swinging off her nipples were pulling and stretching as time went by. Her impossibly tiny waist was constricted, pushing her boobs up and her splendid ass out. The dildo spinning wildly in her cunt occasionally bumped against the inward bulge of her anal canal (presently filled with an overly huge butt plug). The vibrations and fullness made it impossible to relax. The breast trap forced her boobs to bob and press against the teeth of the trap causing great discomfort.

The girls stole up on Jacki and began the task of removing some of the various devices attached to her body. First jamming two pair pf soiled panties into Jacki’s mouth and applying construction grade tape. Ropes and cuffs were all removed and Jacki breathed a sigh of relief as feeling returned to her extremities. Next off was the diabolical breast trap, relieving the ache and pressure in her tits for the time being. The corset came off with the help of a bolt cutter, severing the wire from the lock. Next out (and done very slowly per instructions) was the rotating dildo, followed by a flood of girl juice carefully soaked up by a handy pair of cotton panties. They would come in handy a bit later, as Betsy carefully zip locked them for freshness. Finally the butt plug was harshly ripped from Jacki’s rear hole by Stacy – the scream was barely audible. Moving quickly to keep Jacki from escaping, Sara placed the stun gun to Jacki’s neck and pulled the trigger immobilizing her. Once they had her under some control, they lifted her up and began to dress her in the most outlandish outfit imaginable. First came a complete whores make-up session on her nude body – Bright red lipstick in a triple coat on her luscious lips gave her a slutty smile that would last the day. Deep purple shadow was applied above and below the eyes. Dusky Rouge was applied to her large aureoles and deep red to her elongated nipples. A double line of permanent color was applied to her outer and inner labia. Finally the girls carefully turned Jacki over and onto her knees, exposing her rosebud for makeup. Each individual pucker line of her asshole was carefully swiped with indelible ink – red for the peaks and white for the valleys. A too short pink and white striped skirt, banded peasant blouse (no bra), a bright pink pair of frilly lace panties (padded in the back), thigh high pink stockings and white 8” high heels laced to the top of the calf. A choke collar, ball gag (those nasty, used panties were wedged behind the gag), wrist and ankle cuffs finished the ensemble.

Carefully placed on a chair (on top of a rolling dolly), Jacki had a single band wrapped around her waist and secured behind the chair back. Still unconscious, Jacki was rolled out to the back pier beside the river. A group of guides would be by in less than 30 minutes to pick her up. They only knew she was theirs for the day for an adventure on the river. Final instructions were on the convenient placard hanging from Jacki’s neck. They read:

       Hi! My name is Dolly. I am yours to do as you wish. I like to have every hole filled time and time        again. I swallow and I really love a huge cock in my ass. Please fill all three holes at the same        time if you can. I love to be spanked while I give blowjobs! Please don’t forget to play with my        boobies. They are big and tender. I love to have my nipples squeezed and twisted! You can put        me in any position and I will beg for more. I especially love having my legs in the air while you        hammer my ass and cunt, AND someone can stuff their balls in my mouth. I will use my tongue        to lick all the nasty cum        and shit off them. Thank you so much!!!!!

Jacki was going to have so much fun on the river today. Unlike the other girls she would get her WHITEWATER RIVER ADVENTURE. 30 minutes later, the boys came by and picked Jacki up. We’d see her around sunset.

Ann, Stacy and Betsy were asleep as the sun came up. They would be joining the fun later in the day. Jacki was somewhere on the river being pumped, twisted, filled and stuffed in every orifice. Her journey downriver was young yet and her steady diet of protein had only just begun. This left 5 girls to be awakened and inspected. Some changes had occurred overnight!

Darla awoke to the sound of clanging bells as “smoke” filled her room. Naked and afraid, she tried to open her door, only to find it terribly hot to the touch. Her hysteria made matters worse for her as her screaming allowed the misty smoke into her lungs. Soon she was out, with mad dreams floating in her subconscious. The room would soon clear and she would be loaded onto a cart bound for the surgical suite.

Barbie struggled to return to her awake state as the crushing task of breathing returned with awakening. Try as she might, there was no way she could get enough air for any sort of activity. She was sore and weak from the combined effects of her shrunken night wear. Seeing the blinking red light above the shower door she knew she had to make her way their or suffer further punishment. Rolling off the bed and falling to the floor, Barbie headed for the shower on hands and knees, crawling slowly to the open door. Entering the shower, the door slamming automatically, steaming water cascaded across her body. Magically the constrictions of her clothing disappeared as the fabrics simply melted away down the shower drain. The relief was instantaneous and her tears of relief were copious. Her joy would be short lived as the water was replaced by a steamy sleep agent and Barbie folded up on the floor of the shower.

Debbie the Cow woke with a sharp Mooooo as she gained consciousness and tried to recall the horrible dream that had her stuck in a milking machine like a common cow. The room of mirrors showed her the sad truth and her continued bellowing was only reflected in a string of differently pitched mooooooos. Her breasts swung below her as she cow walked around her cell. She had to shit and pee, but the only place that looked likely was a box with hay in it. The urge was so great she moved quickly to relieve herself. First, a strong stream of urine poured from her painted slit. She squatted above the box and allowed a long, wet string of shit to flow out. The loud, wet fart at the end told her she was empty. Now she needed to wipe, but there did not appear to be anywhere to do so. A red light above a nozzle at asshole level began to brink. Not thinking, but just doing, Deb the Cow backed onto the nozzle that sprayed her ass and then began to fill her bowels. Once full, Debbie pulled away and went back to her shit box to evacuate. How had she become so docile? The steam entering her cage produced the same results as with the other girls Three down, two to wake.

Katie Dick simply couldn’t understand what was happening. She awoke to so many strange feelings. Her body hurt and her nipples ached. Nothing seemed right as she slowly came out of her induced sleep. She vaguely remembered falling asleep and then having strange dreams of swollen bellies and induced pain. Something seemed wrong about everything she felt. Slowly getting to her feet, she knew she had to relieve herself. It was then that she noticed the diaper she was wearing and how tight it was. Stumbling to the bathroom, Katie tore off the hold tabs on her diaper. Spinning around as she began to sit on the toilet, her mind shifted to a weight between her legs that she had never felt before. Looking down at 9” of cock and a huge pair of balls where her pussy had been, Katy felt the world spin as she passed out.

Coming to in a few minutes, Kathryn again looked down and found her new appendage. The sight scared and repulsed her and she began to wonder about all of her present feelings. None of this made any sense to her as she looked down at her chest, fully expecting her breasts to be gone. What she found instead were her newly mammoth J breasts jutting from her chest. The transformation was now complete and Kathryn was a perfectly formed, newly pregnant, hugely boobed woman with a fully functional 9” cock – ideal for delivering very special sperm to whoever I desired. She fell into bed and wept herself to sleep, not knowing that she would soon be the Delivery Man.

Sara was in extreme pain. Her memory of her beautiful sister placing her in restraint still left her numb. Her tits felt like they were being attacked by a porcupine. The pins of the stretch band were just long and sharp enough to cause real pain but no bleeding. The constant sting kept her awake and reeling. Across her ass and through her crack to her pussy she was on fire. Moving only made the burn worse as she tried to find a position that led to any relief at all. Her arms ached on the triple cinched harness pulling her elbows tightly together. The leather pants were compressed and acted to make the pins in her ass and cunt grind into her most tender places. The combined effect was of both pain and revenge. If she ever got free, she would make her bitch of a sister pay in every way possible.

As if in answer to her prayers, someone came into the room and began the process of removing her tormentors. With the captivity hood in place she had no idea who it was and the combination of gag and ear plugs built into the hood made it impossible to identify her savior. First the breast band came off and she breathed easily for the first time in hours. She had no idea that the pins and venom had left her with small red dots all over her tits (they would fade over the next 30 minutes). The release at her waist told her that the evil leather pin pants had been released and slid down her legs. Turned around, whoever was helping made short work of her arm binder and she was almost free. Feeling came rushing back into her arms and shoulders in a wave of pure pain. Buckle after buckle was loosened around her head and she soon stood blinking in the bright light. As the sparkles of light faded, her dear sister’s face came into focus. A wave of pure hate came over Sara as she bull rushed Ann and drove her body into the floor.

Out on the river, it was lunch and the guides dragged Jacki to shore from her captivity tube. Carefully constructed to keep her upper body afloat while her legs dragged in the icy water, a bedraggled and sex crazed woman slowly bobbed toward the campsite. Unseen inside the tube, two holes for her legs allowed her crotch to sit astride 2 dildos piercing her cunt and ass. Her dress still in place and all of her Dolly Wear still intact, the dildos pressed through her wet but still frilly panties where two slits had been cut to accommodate their path deep inside. Jacki had been trolling the river for about an hour after the boys had taken turns filling her in every way possible. To this point they had only used her three holes to deposit quarts of sperm in her ass, pussy and belly. Now it was lunch time.

The guides had fashioned a very special hammock just for Jacki. Set between 4 posts and made of heavy sheet rubber, there were multiple tie downs and access points cut into the surface. Below and hammered into the ground were a series of pegs ending in eye hooks for further attachment. Above the hammock was a web of steel cable bolted securely to the same 4 posts. Hanging from the web were a variety of items including enema bags, siphon tubes, dildos, suction tubes and other interesting devices. Lifted from her cradle, Jacki heard the dual plops of the two dildos pulled from her. The relief was instant, though the combination of cum and girl goo exiting the various holes made for a messy moment. She wanted to retch as she looked down at her swollen belly rightly assuming that there was a gallon of cum deposited inside her stomach. She was bedraggled but still had the feeling things would get worse. She was right.

The boys carefully removed all of Jacki’s clothes and her shoes. They then lifted her face-up onto the rubber bed. Strapping her arms and legs to the surface in an X pattern, the guides prepped Jacki for her new duties as suck, fuck and lick machine. From below they rolled in a moving bed to access her asshole. From above, a trapeze and seat floated above her cunt and mouth. First a dick in the ass; then a dick in her stretched pussy and finally a nasty sweaty ass to start licking on and cleaning up. As an incentive to get to work the boys had rigged a shock machine and placed a series of pads and clamps on Jacki’s big pert titties. After a few quick jolts, she started licking like no one’s business. Cheeks, balls and asshole were clean in no time as another guide moved in and stuck his huge cock in her mouth. Meanwhile it was determined that Jacki’s ass was far too full of cum and shit to continue, so a high volume enema tube was snaked deep into her and began the process of flushing her out. A handy camera caught the entire film of her belly expanding to new levels of distress. Once full (or over-full as the case was) the tube was ripped out and she blew like a sperm whale. Twice more and she was clean as a whistle and ready for more.

Knocking Ann to the floor with a rage driven by years of jealousy and all the emotion of what had happened the night before, Sara drove a knee into her pussy and grabbed two handfuls of her long red hair, effectively incapacitating her. Looking around, Sara saw all sorts of things she would use on Ann as she dragged her to her feet by a fistful of hair. Over to the shelf where Sara grabbed the biggest dildo gag she could find and wound it around Ann’s head. Buckling the six straps tightly, she silenced Ann and left her with an 8” phallus sticking out of her face. Acting on a pure adrenaline rush of rage, Sara tore Ann’s clothes to shreds, leaving her stark naked except for her ridiculous elevator heels. Sara grabbed rubber constriction bandages and locking devices. Once done, Ann was bounds at the shoulder, waist, thigh, knee, calf and ankle. As indelicate as this had been, the two huge rubber cocks that Sara jammed into Ann’s pussy and asshole made the picture almost complete. As a final insult, Sara wound dental floss around the base of each of Ann’s breasts, forcing them outward under extreme pressure. Slapping Ann dramatically across the face and forcing her to the ground on her back, Sara pulled her panties aside and drove her dripping pussy down onto the rubber cock attached to Ann’s face. For 30 minutes she pumped up and down there until she had spewed 9 orgasms across Ann’s face and hair. Still angry, Sara squatted over Ann and pissed all over her body for what seemed an eternity. Neither heard the hissing of an odorless gas that rendered both of them unconscious.

Back at the campsite Jacki had begun another round of three-hole activities. She had learned to rhythmically breathe while taking an entire ball sack in her mouth and getting fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time. By now she had become so accommodating that she actually was enjoying things to the point that she had an orgasmic equivalent of a runners high. The more the boys pushed her, the more she came. The more she came the better that high got. Her holes stretched to accommodate almost anything, Jacki begged for more. What was more?: Two dicks in her ass; two in her pussy; and two in her mouth.

All this was on film and would be used for Volume 4 of a Porn Series called River Watch. Volumes One and Two had been quickly edited and sent to several high end streaming porn sites around the globe. At $99.50 per view for each 2 hour Volume, the return had been beyond my wildest forecasts. I had grossed almost $110 mm so far. Less advertising, filming costs, editing and production the net was around $93 mm. The costs were very low because the actresses and extras worked for free (unless the incredible sex for the River Guides counted as a fee). I expected to net a total of almost $250mm from the first series of six films. Since all of the funds were transferred from blind accounts into a Cayman Trust Account, there was no way to trace it and it would act as a wonderful fund for foreign investment in real estate and private investing.

Stacy and Betsy awoke to find that they were alone. With no one else around they wrongly assumed that they would be able to spend the next few hours relaxing in the spa area. Once they had refreshed themselves with food and a long hot shower, each came out of their room to find matching silk gowns and panties. It didn’t take a lot to figure out who fit what. Dressed, they looked at each other and caught their respective breaths. The site would have done any Playboy Party proud. Perfect Betsy and Buxom Stacy could hardly believe what they saw in each other. The next three hours of rampant sex ended up being a film all on its own, custom made for the Lesbian Community. Shot with the aide of 26 HD cameras, the detail was amazing and the toys abundant. I wondered who would take the time to count all the orgasms. I’d have to think on that as a contest might be just the way to get new “contestants”. After all the lovemaking both girls were tired but hungry. Neither noticed the hiss and in the end the last two girls were out and ready.

As the day was beginning to wind down, Jacki again found herself on the river. After 4 endless hours of fucking she was dirty, tired and sexually alive like never before. The hoped for transformation into a nympho had finally taken root. It was unlikely she would ever get the kind of workout she had received “On the River” (filmed in HD and Dolby Sound) again. The river “washed away all of her sins” as she slowly came back to pre-orgy form thanks to the marvelous diet of drug therapy and hormones she had been ingesting for the last four days. Within a day she would not be able to tell she had had as many as three cocks in each hole at the same time. Her pussy and ass would return to their normal (or newly normal) tight size without signs of damage. For now she simply floated back up river, towed by the guides. She was in a state of nirvana. Little did she know the Hell the kids had gone through today, especially her two daughters. She certainly had no idea what the days coup de grace would be.

In the main operating theater, 7 girls were strapped to specially designed tables. IV’s ran into each girl, feeding them a scientifically designed cocktail of quick acting nutrients, hormones, and fertility drugs. Ann, Sara, Stacy, Debbie, Darla, Betsy and Barbie were all laid out; waiting. Katie Dick was just coming to as the last of her very special sperm solutions were fed into her ball sack. She struggled to get up with the weight of her J tits. She would get used to that in time. The first surprise was when she ran for the bathroom and threw up. It would be a few days before she realized she didn’t have the flu. The second surprise was that her cock was rock hard and ball sack bloated. 7 open and stimulated pussies stared straight at her and she felt a strange desire to fuck each of them. Starting with a freshly cleaned up Ann, Katie Dick began to pump each girl hard and deep. Courtesy of an electric stimulator in Katie’s balls, she deposited a very special load of potent, engineered sperm and chemicals into each girl’s cunt where it quickly made its way to the womb. Here they met some highly excited and overly eager genetically altered eggs. The results were (as expected) spectacular and the sped up process began. Due to the nature of the science, these “seeds” would bloom into double or triple blossoms in less than 4 hours. The “daddy” would be Kathryn. 7 newly pregnant girls were wheeled back to their rooms to sleep for 24 hours. When they next woke, huge changes would begin to evolve.

Pregnant but unaware, Katy Dick was given a nice seat in The Incubation Room where she would spend the majority of her time before birth. Here she would be fed and soothed. Her treatment would be different because she was carrying a very special set of triplets destined for someone who had paid a king’s ransom to acquire them. She wouldn’t be free of trauma as she was healthy and able to do just about anything. The only difference was that Katy Dick would experience the rest of her pregnancy closely monitored in her own private suite. There had to be a benefit to having a cock on your pregnant body.

Jacki woke thinking it was all a bad dream. I’d let her consider that for some time as she hopped out of her bed (a bed that had been moved into her room while she was away “rafting”. She felt amazingly refreshed and with that the last few days faded from her memory for the time being. The newly available drugs she had been injected with last night lead to mapped amnesia. A trigger point had been placed in her mind to start, stop or rewind memories if desired. Her long, hot shower gave her time to think about the fun she had had yesterday. Whitewater adventures are fun, she thought, and hoped that the girls enjoyed it as much as she had. Cleaning up, Jacki noticed that she had gained a few pounds of muscle and her curves were accentuated. She was pleased by this side benefit as she rinsed her hair and noticed that she had no stubble anywhere around her pussy or ass to deal with. She had a bit of soreness in her ass, but put that down to the huge shit she had taken just before the shower.

After a great breakfast, Jacki dressed in her customary tight jeans, sheer white blouse and heels. The looseness at her waist was a testament to the conditioning she had experienced for the last five days. She felt lighter and firmer. Her legs rippled as she walked and her butt was firmer than it had been for years. Her boobs felt tight and natural yet larger than before. When she first got to the barn she had been 35C-26-35 and 121 lbs. Now she was 35E-24-34 and 117 lbs. Her memory of the last few days was blurred, but she had had such a great time that it really didn’t matter. She was wondering what the girls had been up to as she had not seen them for a day. Jacki wasn’t particularly worried as they did need some time alone to have some private “girl talk” – Oh to be in her early 20’s again. Tickling the back of her mind was the feeling that she was horney as Hell and she could jump the first dick she came upon. The door to the hallway was open and Jacki decided to do a little exploring.

Walking down the carpeted halls, Jacki noticed a number of doors, but upon trying each she came up empty as they were locked. Little did she know that behind the first two doors were her two wonderful and newly impregnated daughters sleeping off the experience and subtle changes to their bodies and chemistry. Grandma Jacki strode on with her ass tightly packed into her jeans, unaware of the future developments. At the end of the hall was a Y-intersection. The branch to the left was blocked by doors marked – NO ENTRANCE BEYOND THIS POINT. WILDRIVER ADVENTURES. Turning right Jacki found an open door halfway down on the left – Transmutation Room – and she pushed the door open to find a girl with immense tits and an enormous hard on lying on a bed sleeping. The sight both stunned and excited Jacki. On one hand she was disgusted by the combination of both sexes and on the other she grew wet at the thought of mounting such a perfect cock.

Jacki had no idea that this being was really Kathryn as she took in the enormity of her 32J breasts covering her chest. They certainly looked luscious and ready to suck and fondle, but as she unbuttoned her blouse and shed her heels, her sights were set on that beautiful pole sticking straight up like a marble statue. The button and fly on her jeans came undone as the fabric slid down Jacki’s legs. Climbing onto the bed and straddling this beautiful creature, Jacki made sure not to wake her. Ass at the girl’s face, Jacki opened her mouth to take in all of Kathryn’s magnificent cock. Already sopping, Jacki had the first of many orgasms, soaking Katy’s face with the spray of her squirt. Jacki was seeking a protein shake this morning and who was I to deny her that pleasure. The force and volume of Katy’s ejaculation took Jacki by surprise but she was a trooper and downed almost a quart of “special sperm”, grapefruit taste and all. Unlike a normal cock, Katy Cock did not soften so Jacki spun around and mounted her, burying her face in those huge jugs. Jacki began to violently rise and fall onto Katy’s monster. The more Jacki worked her cunt, the more she wanted. Several orgasms into her ride she broke through to a new level of sexual freedom. Jacki no longer cared if she had sex with a girl, a boy, a pig or a dog. She wanted cock and she wanted it everywhere. Anywhere: In her pussy; in her ass; in her mouth; Russian between her tits; sliding along her crack - anything to reach orgasm. Jacki had evolved into a Cock Whore Nympho, ready to fuck at a moment’s notice. The sex, in all positions, went on for hours as Katy Cock never seems to soften. Jacki went Cowboy and reverse Cowboy in the ass. Doggie is ass and cunt. Doggy mouth brought another quart of cum for Jacki’s protein diet. Katy began to help by cleaning Jacki between positions while she enjoyed being sucked off by the talented mouth of a 47 year old milf. 7 hours of sex had both Jacki and Kathryn exhausted. Jacki looked lustfully into Kathryn’s eyes only to hear her say “Mrs. Carradine that was amazing. Let’s do it again tomorrow.” Jacki’s face turned white as she realized that the thing she had been fucking for hours was Kathryn. Speechless and dizzy, Jacki fell to the floor and was carted off to her room while Kathryn went back to her happy place and continued to gestate.

Day 5        Recovery and Growth

The next day was one of rest and recovery. All of the devices and costumes were removed and stored for later use. Debbie the Cow became just Preggers Debbie. Her breasts were returning to a pre-cow size and all of the markings and costume were carefully removed and all traces of adhesive removed. The 7 girls were entering a stage generally reserved for the end of the first trimester in an average pregnancy. The combination of all the techniques and medicines (as well as diet and some other genetics tricks) employed and the special sperm and growth materials had begun to force their way into the biology of each of the girls. Although they had each been impregnated with similar genetic materials, their own genes and biology would add to the mix. The only known at this point was that all of the embryos were female. With any luck they would all take on the looks of their mothers. It wasn’t a great concern of course except that each had been chosen for her looks and the eventual bidding would in part be determined by what came out. If the pre-bid for Kathryn’s triplets was any indication, it would be a very lucrative set of transactions. The partnership would know within a week just how many packages would be up for open bid.

While the girls got the day off to recover and “grow”, Jacki was getting the Royal Treatment. Since there would be very little action on the fifth day, it seemed to be a good time to give Jacki some downtime after her exhausting day of sex. She had woken refreshed and had received a note under her door. At the push of a button, her room came alive and she was greeted by a wall of glass to the outside. Since she had not begun to remember any of the “fun” things that had been forced on her body, the recovery was much easier. Today her room opened up and became a 2500 sq. ft. luxury room with all of the services one might expect at a 5 Star Spa. In fact many of the “helpers” (lured here by money and the promise of a week in paradise) came from the very spas you might see on Conde Nast Traveler’s Top 10 List. Her entire day would be made up of treatments and baths, cleaning and makeup and the usual services found at top venues around the world. Jacki sank into this and took it as a part of the treatment she had read about in her brochures. It was a set-up of course, but she had no idea that was the case. Day 6 would tell a very different tale.

While this rest day had been planned all along it did give me time to consider the next steps. So many things had happened that I had not expected that timelines and agenda had been altered dramatically. In all of the planning I had done, no projection had put this group as far along the process as we had achieved. The result was a quandary of sorts. First, Jacki had proven to be far more the slut nympho than I had ever hoped for. As a result she had become far more useful in long term plans and even as a trained slut for training purposes. As she was, I could probably have sold her off to some Royal for a pretty penny, but I had grown to enjoy both her endless supply of needy orgasms and her desire to break through pain to get to those orgasms. She would be staying with me at the Barn. Of course this led to a discourse on the 8 girls.

All 8 had been changed in so many ways it was difficult to list them. Physically each had been altered for several reasons: Desire of potential owners; Personal satisfaction on my part; Experimentation; Improvement; and ability to breed. The last was very important as that had been a main goal all along. Worldwide demand for “perfect” female babies was at an all-time high at the same time that supply was bottoming out. If the partners cold produce on the science we were employing, our reputation would skyrocket along with our sale price per new born. Since I led a group on the cutting edge of advanced pregnancy and gestation science, we had a clear lead over the competition. If this first brood could be delivered in 4 months or less, we would set new standards in research and product delivery. The final step would be to repeat the process with minimum “down time”. Our science had so far exceeded our own expectations by 37%. If we could complete a cycle within that range, we could produce 5 breed cycles in a single 9 month term. Additionally we had already proven that we could reliably achieve multiple seedlings per birthing unit. Productivity and efficiency were cutting edge.

In order to complete this new plan, we had to manufacture an industrial accident that would scientifically account for the “death/disappearance” of Jacki and the 8 girls. Some of this had been in the works for some time as the cover-up plan had to be put in place at some point to explain both the pregnancy and eventual disappearance of the 8 girls. Luckily the plan had already been fashioned and most of the preparation done. 8 girls without any known ties and anatomical similarities to our girls had already been “procured” and put in isolation for their “day in the sun”. Complete dental implants identical to the 8 breeders had been done and the 8 “clones” were ready for the role of their lifetimes. Finding a replacement for Jacki would still have to be accomplished but that was a relatively simple task. The accident itself would be made far easier by the fact that Jacki was a potter and had a complete pottery shop with ovens in the west wing of her home. Gas fired and almost always on, the 5 furnaces would prove just the location for a violent gas explosion. Anyone inside the house would be instantly incinerated and identification would only be possible via Dental Records. It would be a great tragedy for the community but the newly created Jacki C. Foundation would give back in many ways. As Jacki luxuriated in her luxury digs, the wheels of her future were turning rapidly.

Day 6        The Battle of the Bulge

After a full day of rest and recuperation each of the girls came out of her own room in exquisite sheer pink gowns. The looks on their faces told an interesting tale. Each felt a bit odd, but could not remember anything about the last few days. All they knew was that their day had started with an incredible breakfast serve in room. Then each was treated to a Spa wake up that included a total Toxic Expulsion and scrub. The whole experience was a treat. Once prepped, each girl made up hair and makeup before donning a custom made and sized Pink Silk Gown and panties. The feeling of the gown was heavenly. The curves of each perfect, the sheer nature of the material showed off every girl’s best features. The odd look of each girl may have been due to the slight bulge of the abdomen and the feeling of unfamiliar fullness (which is brought on by accelerated pregnancy). Several of the girls had been quite sick earlier, but that had calmed down by the time that they met in the Central Hall. Each hugged as if they had been away from each other for a long time. They did wonder why Kathryn was not there, but guessed she was off exploring as she often did.

Lights went down and metal shutters rose as the great outdoors became visible throughout the room. Floor to ceiling views of the mountains and river came into view and each girl caught her breath at the sheer beauty. At the same time, seven chairs rose from the floor – each had a name on it – and locked into place in a semi-circle. Without thinking, the girls made their way to their individual chair and sat. They had no idea what was about to happen but it seemed natural to sit. The chairs were remarkably comfortable and none of the girls remembered the chairs from earlier. The amnesia drugs continued to amaze and create false memories implanted by subliminal suggestion during the night. Once seated, bands in the chairs automatically wrapped around wrist, ankle and throat. Each girl was now pinned in her chair. The screams only lasted a moment before a shock to the throat of each (cleverly embedded in the throat band) silenced their noise. Now it was time for the great announcement!

       Girls, each of you has been specifically chosen for the work at hand. Over the last 5 days you        have been trained to act as submissive sex slaves. You WILL do everything we ask; you WILL do        everything we command. Your bodies are no longer your own. In fact we control everything you        will do from now on. No one will ever come searching for you because you’ll all die in a tragic        accident tomorrow. Each of you will be identified by the dental records kept by your family        dentists. If you don’t believe this was done, allow me to show you exactly what WAS done.

A short film followed, showing the dental molds being made from their own mouths as each slept in a dental chair. Those molds were then manufactured using stem cell technology into real teeth. The film continued and showed each of the “Clones” having their own teeth replaced and repositioned as a carbon copy of each of the nine girls. There was no doubt that the procedure was real since we had not used anesthetic in the lookalikes.

       Thank you for your attention during our brief film. So…….now that we have you, what will we be        doing? That’s a very good question. The answer of course is anything we want. Over the past few        days, each of you has undergone a few changes designed to make you even more beautiful. You        have been cleaned inside and out. You have exercised and gotten into even better shape than        you were in before. Some of you have had a few parts modified. We think you will appreciate the        changes. If you don’t it really doesn’t matter. Each of you now has a Master who controls what        you will look like and how you will behave. His desire is the only one you need worry about. You        may never meet him if that is what he desires, but you have been purchased. I suggest you take        a moment to gather this into your tiny little brains. You think you are all so smart and that you        will succeed in anything you do. From now on, your future and in fact your lives will be        determined by your aptitude and your ability to follow instructions. Each of you is nothing more        than a slut, cunt, and slave from this point forward. If you doubt what we can do, I suggest you        watch the monitors VERY carefully.

Huge monitors came to life with multiple views of the Quiet Room. The Quiet Room was anything but, as Jacki (in a stunningly tight Pink and Yellow cheerleader outfit) screamed through a megaphone jammed inside her widely stretched jaws. The source of her pain was obvious as a massive dildo slammed repeatedly up and into her asshole with resounding force. The dildo sparkled in the light as it became obvious from the close-ups that it was covered in sharp metal nubs grinding into her sensitive flesh. To top things off, her ass was being bathed in a fine spray of highly salted water, further burning her now bleeding corn-hole. There wasn’t a lot Jacki could do as she was clamped at head, shoulders, arms, waist, thighs, knees and ankle inside a steel exoskeleton. Her screams amplified by her megaphone mouth and her ass reeling from the constant fucking, Jacki faded from the monitors

Letting the girls soak this in for a few minutes until they realized who was suffering in that room (courtesy of several close-up replays of Jacki being prepped for the room), I let the voiceover continue.

       Unless each of you cooperate, you will suffer this and worse. There are other things that can be        done to you that are far worse. Right now you 7 are only free in this room because we have not        started some of your treatments. Your resistance will result is harsh penalty.

And at that, the monitors came on again and the sight staggered the girls just recovering from the Quiet Room exposition. Running on a treadmill at a high rate of speed was a creature with immense boobs and a 9” dick. Tiny everywhere else, she kept the pace. Locked in her mouth and anchored to the frame in front of her was a large dildo squirting a white liquid into her mouth at a regular interval. Looking closely they might have noticed that the other end of the dildo was linked via a tube to a sheath at the end of her pulsing cock and a lift pump. The other obvious feature on this “thing” was a major swelling at the belly. At three days past conception Katy Cock was showing a lot more than anyone had expected. While we were still investigating it appeared that at present growth rate she would be at birth in 26 days. The science and nutrients were working at a far higher efficiency than we had anticipated and the resulting gestation rate was far beyond calculation. Very soon we would have to resorb Katy’s cock and bring her back to original form. Even the J boobs would have to go. She was undoubtedly suffering to stay up with the pace but the exercise was an excellent activity for Katy’s triplets. Just then a picture of Katy (pre-torture and transformation) was superimposed on the screen - Several of the girls fainted. Katy just kept taking her own delicious cum into her mouth and swallowing.

Once all the girls had recovered it was time to drop the real bomb on them.

       Now that we have your attention, it’s important for each of you to know that you’re pregnant        and you carry very special embryos. Due to the nature of genetic science, we have engineered        perfect children inside each of you. Don’t worry, you won’t be keeping them. Each baby girl will        already be owned and you may return to regular duties quickly due to our scientific method.        Please note that each of you is carrying experimental genetic material that is designed to        produce multiple females per birthing cycle. Also, your birthing cycle is much reduced and you        will give birth between 25 and 30 days. Your diet is specially modified for all of this and you        WILL eat everything put in front of you. Failure to follow all the rules will result in terrible torture.        Consider the illustrations you have just seen only a small example of what can happen.

The reaction was almost comical. As with everything else, the looks and emotions on the girls faces were all caught on tape for later use. Before we had to “retire” the girls (they were dead after all and we could only push archival tapes so far before someone started sniffing). In any case, I put an end to the emotions as I opened the gas vents to put everyone in the room to sleep before I arranged them for their next “adventure”.

Allowing the girls to fall deep asleep, I closed off the Birth Room. Walking down the hall, I entered the Quiet Room where Jacki continued to wail through her megaphone until I stopped the machinery with a remote. The hissing salt sprays continued to both wash down and irritate Jacki, but at the same time it began to cauterize the wounds around an inside her asshole. A smooth tube slid up from below and entered her rectum where it injected a healing gel. The wonders of modern science were again hard at work speeding the healing process so that it would be mere hours before all the tissue was healthy again. While Jacki caught her breath, a small syringe snuck out and injected her buttock with a light sleep agent and she dutifully nodded off. The day was young and Jacki still had a full day of excitement while I continued to bring her body and mind to peak performance. The life of a nympho slut was never easy.

In the Birthing Room, the girls were still out. It was time to take them back to the beginning and into their friendship circle. One at a time I carefully rolled used panties from previous days and crammed each mouth full of nasty girl panty. Two strips of industrial duct tape seal their mouths and provided a proper muffler for what was to come. Each of the girls shimmered in their matching pink gowns, which I proceeded to cut from their plunging V to the middle of their panty crotch. Pulling a lever at each chair slid the cushioned seat bottom away and exposed the curve of their bottoms still clad in gown pressed against panty. Pushing the top of each gown aside to expose the breasts, I carefully measured the circumference in order to properly match the rubber breast rings stacked on the cart. Snapping these rings into place at the base of each, I was able to properly compress the tit base. The resulting ballooning of 7 pair of breasts made the next step much easier. Once hardened, each breast received another injection of hormonal chemicals. The effect would be to create immediate and accelerated lactation and expansion of the breast. If the recent injections were any example, this would start in less than 6 hours. A tiny steel tube was then forced into each milk duct to protect the delicate tube for the final step.

Carefully piercing each nipple in an X pattern (around the milk duct tube) on the horizontal plane, I used fine surgical stainless steel wire to form two petals on either side of the nipple. A single solder point closed the loop permanently. Once completed, another set of wires were fed through the same piercings and these formed a second set of petals in the vertical plane. The effect was a steel flower with 4 petals around each nipple. The tubes were pulled and the breast work was complete. The piercings would heal quickly and the result would be four strong attachment points for each nipple. Since the tube protected the milk duct from damage during surgery, lactation. Milking, feeding and any other milk related activity could still be performed.

The next step would be a surgical procedure to permanently ring each clitoris so that it would remain in a constant state of excitement and availability. Sending each chair into an automated tilt mode, I could expose each panty clad slit for easy access. The girls were still breathing regularly in no apparent distress so it was safe to go on with this step. Clit rings are ingenious little items that can briefly be stretched before they are heat treated. The key is to be able to apply the right amount of heat without injury. If the rings were all steel that simply wasn’t possible. There is always a scientist around to come up with a great solution to a problem and we had one. A 2 piece stainless steel outer tube ring captured a heat activated rubber inner tube that would shrink with moderate heat. This way we could stretch the ring around the clit (regardless of size), capture the base of the clit and push the ring all the way to the root, hit it with some 105 degree heat and the 2 halves of the steel ring would contract to a solid ring as the rubber inner tube shrank. Pulling each pair of panties down, I pulled the clit out from under its hood, the band was snapped into place and heated. In less than 20 minutes I had 7 ringed clits that would remain erect for as long as the ring was present. I set the chairs in motion for a final twist.

Each chair rotated to its full horizontal position and then rose to a height of 48” This gave me easy access to pussy and ass. From here I could inject the perineum area on each girl in order to make a single insertion between pussy and ass. Quickly pushing a curved needle point through the tough area between the two primary holes on each bottom, I inserted and closed off a small ring that would dangle there for the rest of their lives. Completing the cleanup, I pulled panties back into place and brought all the chairs up to their original positions. The cushioned seat bottoms were replaced and gowns straightened. The girls began to come out of their drug induced sleep amid all sorts of interesting muffled sounds. It’s really hard to talk when you have a fat pair of nasty panties in your mouth and no way to spit them out.

All awake now, the girls were watching the procedures just done on them. Reactions varied from the incredulous to screaming rants. 7 pair of flower petal nipples and seven ringed perineum bounced on their seats in protest. It was time to make them understand their dilemma. By now each girl had begun to form a rounded belly where flat abs had been before. Soon they would be so pregnant that they would waddle from room to room. The perineum ring would help with this as I intended to hang a heavy spiked metal ball off it. The girls would have to walk bow legged and slowly so as not to swing the ball into their inner thigh or something worse – like a labia. On the other hand if I wanted them to stay in one place I could simply anchor each to the floor and let them squat there for a while as they received a paddling or some other nasty surprise. The Nipple Petals could be tied off to all sorts of things including each other or maybe even a tongue ring if I chose to have the girls pierced there. Right now I wanted to have each of the girls bent over so I ran line from the lower petals to the Perineum Ring and tied it so that standing up would prove disastrous. The ring through the perineum was anchored very deeply around the central muscle and would never pull loose so all of the force would be on the nipples.

All 7 girls were now bent over sharply at the waist and their bottoms fully exposed. Using a number of the large floor mounted eye bolts as mounting points; I slid 48” spreader bars through each and attached the bars to ankles. Now I had 7 pregnant girls bent over and locked in place with widely separated legs. Injecting each girl with a strong muscle relaxant in asshole and vagina, I waited for the results to appear. In a few minutes all 7 girls were gaping widely, opening each hole for any purpose I chose. With the muscles relaxed, I slipped on a pair of medical gloves and began to explore each hole internally in order to determine depth and width. Obviously we needed to train the vaginal opening more quickly than normal since we only had 5 weeks at most before a baby had to scoot out of there. Opening up the asshole was all about the film running in the background. Customers seemed to love seeing a big balled fist rammed up the poop chute as far as it would go. Once we concluded the gaping exercises for the day it was time for a complete clean out. This would be a daily treatment from this point out. Vagina and bowels needed to be very clean from now on. Seat bottoms slid away and large drain bowls popped to catch any “debris” that would be dislodged. Snaking a large high pressure hose into each asshole and far up the canal, pumps were turned on for both entry and exhaust sides of the nozzle. High pressure medicated solutions were forced to the very top of the GI tract, washing everything clean. The exhaust pump pulled the entire slimy mess away and we went again. After 3 rinses I was sure that the canal and bowels were spotless. The vagina and birth canal was more gently sprayed with various hydrating and medicated solutions that would leave the entire internal space safe, healed and medically sterile. Since both the anal and vaginal canals would receive daily use and abuse, the pump washes would also become a daily fair. The pain from these washes was very limited, but the humiliation from seeing the cameras close in and shoot their most intimate parts caused a gradual psychological breakdown that would eventually make these creatures docile and far easier to torture.

Finally a catheter was slid into each urethra and bladders drained for the night. Snipping the attachment line between perineum and nipple, each girl now stood and stretched as much as the still attached spreader bar would allow. Each girl was carefully diapered for the night, their lips unsealed and the panties removed from their mouths. In their place a pacifier with inflatable balloon was applied to the lips and sealed with adhesive. Each could practice their sucking action overnight.

After several hours of continuous torture, both Jacki and Katy Cock were pulled from their positions and allowed time to heal (again with the aide of magical chemistry). Katy Cock was growing bigger by the hour now and I began to question exactly what science had been used on the birth curve. At this rate, Katy’s cock would be useless in a week as her belly became so large as to keep her from using her cock for anything other than a feeding tube. I made the snap decision to enact a little revenge upon Mommy dearest. Placing reality glasses on Kathryn, I dialed up some video showing some of the things Jacki had done to each of the girls (the video of Jacki fucking Katy deliriously sent Katy into a rage) was all it took to program Kath. Within minutes of gaining her “freedom” Katy Cock had subdued Jacki and placed her in a rolled up position on the floor. Jacki’s ankles tied to neck collar and her knees slightly bent and tied to her body at the boob, all you could see of her was asshole and pussy flattened and available. Katy flew at her in a rage with a flogger. The whipping was both magnificent and scary. Jacki wailed as the blows rained down on her. Satisfied that she had made her painful point, Katy worked her cock until it was as hard and engorged as it had ever been. Plunging alternately into asshole and cunt, Katy gave Jacki a fucking for the ages. Jacki reached her launch point and again became a sex mad nympho slut. The combination of Jacki’s squirting pussy and Katy’s pulsing cum made for an incredible mess and 3 hour fuck fest. All alone this film would bring $100 million in unexpected net revenue. At the end of the day, both were too exhausted to move and a team of assistants pulled them apart and got them cleaned and in bed.

Day 7        Endings and Beginnings

Packing the cars with everything the girls and Jacki had brought from home, I waved farewell to the drivers and the 8 mystery girls and pseudo Jacki as they trundled off in their cars. Of course they were unconscious and would remain that way for the duration. The hired drivers were employees of the partnership who would be handsomely rewarded for their work (and soon thereafter summarily executed in an unrelated incident). Everything about the trip went smoothly due to a combination of drugs and exhaustion (a tale for another time). The nine “clones” had healed from their dental surgery and would act as perfect and tragic figures in our business plan. In addition to everything else, each had been chosen as each closely resembled one of the real girls in size and skeletal make up. Once at the house and the cars stowed away in the garage, the girls were spread about the west wing bedrooms over the pottery room. Faux Jacki was seated at one of the pottery wheels, her hands on the clay as the two drivers were picked up at the end of the road (having marched through the woods away from the house. Two hours later an explosion tore through the evening air and fire engulfed the “late” Jacki Carradine estate. By the time fire and rescue got to the home it was little more than a burning hulk. The West wing was cinder, collapsed to the ground.

Alone or in pairs the girls were reunited:

• Ann and Sara were the first lead to the room where they embraced as they realized they had been duped into hating each other. The inhibitions that they might have shown as sisters at the beginning of their stay had been replaced by a chemistry that only sisters could share. Ann carefully thumbed Sara’s erect and ringed clit until a satisfying flood of juices flowed over her hand. In return Sara pushed her middle finger deep into Ann’s asshole and began to slowly circle inside her. Ann squatted a bit and pulled the finger out, only to guide Sara’s entire fist to her back opening and without hesitation pushed it up and completely into her rectum. The spew of girl juice was impressive.
• Next Betsy was ushered into the room wearing a familiar purple outfit from days ago. Her 5’10” height and still perfect body now swelled by twins, she was no longer the coy virgin with the curly locks. Instead she was sex swollen and needy for more. Her hips were a bit fuller as the effects of pregnancy made her even sexier as they curved out from her narrow 24” (instead of the pinched 21” she used to be) waist. Betsy was going to be the pregnant beauty. You could already see how she carried and what changes were occurring. On her frame the twins would make her blossom. Her ass cheeks would spread and her crack open to expose her charms more completely. Her breasts, already large would fill and create the perfect balance. With the extraordinary sex drive she now possessed, both her cunt and asshole would open and widen to a comfortable size for even the largest cock. When auctioned (as she would invariably be) these changes would provide a vision that any bidder would pay a premium for. At the moment she had two tennis balls stuffed in her pussy to keep her on her toes.
• Kathryn and Barbie came in together or maybe they came together. Barbie taking it up the ass from Katy Cock as they were rolled in on a special fucking table that put each girl in the right position. By now Katy was almost too big and she was only at Day 4 of her pregnancy. The two of them had become attached in many ways over the last day as we programmed them to be attracted to each other. At the moment. Kathryn was helping us widen Barbie’s asshole and develop a deeper chute for later deployment. As Katy pulled back and left only the tip inside Barbie, a powered Dildo slid deep into Katy’s remaining hole, causing her cock to stiffen yet more. The satisfaction was written all over Kathryn’s face. On the flip side, Barbie had spent a good deal of time before the two came in sucking Kathryn with vigor and enjoyment. Once over the fact that Kathryn was a girl with a dick, Barbie discovered just how wonderful these nine inches were. Katy was multi-orgasmic! The constant gush of cum was sooooooo very stimulating to Barbie that she was soon dripping all over the place.

I had been assured that baby growth would slow down rapidly as the predictive science showed a precise growth curve as Katy was a full day ahead of the others. The problem for Katy was that she was implanted with three girls who would grow to no less than 7 lbs. each at birth. The size of her belly was reflective of this development. By the time she gave birth she would probably have gained 50 lbs. total. There was a great deal of development that would occur AFTER the babies reached almost full birth size. We predicted that the swelling belies would slow down after day 18. The good news for us and bad for the girls was that we now predicted that birth would occur at 25 days. So the cycle could be replicated many more times if we wished. We wouldn’t know about repetitive cycle until we could work with the post birth recovery science. Our goal was a post birth original size within 15 days. A lot could happen over that time but it looked like the cycle could safely be repeated every 60 days.

• Darla waddled out alone in diaper, passie and hugely pointed breasts. The rubber rings around her boobies had not been removed and her aching nipples stood out almost 1 – 1/2”. The wire petals through her nipples looked like propeller blades above a huge protruding gut. Somehow our work had been better than expected. In fact Darla was expecting quads. Overnight her tits had swelled and due to the rubber ring, had become red and shiny. Milk dripped from the ducts as the accumulated pressure left nowhere else of the cream to go. Unlike the others, Darla had always been a bit on the hefty side and now her ass had grown wider yet so that it spread outside and under the big white Huggy she wore. Further adding to her misery was the soggy mess she had left in it. I guess someone would have to change that.
• Stacy and Debbie came in together because they almost looked like twins at this point. Both already had huge breasts and wide hips to go with their “Baby Got Back” asses. It was kind of fun to see these two glide in on their custom roller skates, waitress outfits that barely covered boob or ass. The frilly panties topped off the look. Big bellies really didn’t detract from the overall slutty Rollergirl look. Too bad they couldn’t see the printing on the butt of their panties RollerAss and RollerCunt in bold block print. Of course it wouldn’t be complete if each didn’t have a tightly attached chastity belt which blocked any invasion from the outside. Inside things were different as monster vibrating cocks were pushed fully inside ass and cunt. They weren’t coming out for a while. A high tension line ran from the top breast petals to a dainty stainless steel collar. The pull after each stride was obvious.
• Finally Jacki entered the room. After an all day ordeal of ass fucking and rectum cleaning, she had been left alone for almost 18 hours to heal and consider her position. Really there was nothing she could do other than continue to try and survive. The combination of pain, pleasure and chemicals had left her mind in a state that allowed her to be easily manipulated. She had become a nympho sex slave with a conscience. While she longed for both pain and constant fucking, she was worried sick about the girls. As she was about to see, there was much to be worried about. Dressed in her finest rubber cheer outfit, the skin tight material defining every curve, crack and crevice on her body, Jacki was swathed in virtually clear rubber from head to toe. The only exposed parts of her body were her eyes, breasts (obscenely jutting through the small holes on her chest), ass and cunt. Her mouth was sealed with yesterday’s panties and a smooth layer of rubber as a part of the rubber hood. Looking closely one saw three inflation bulbs dangling between her legs. Why three? All three were attached to internal airbags that were strategically placed. Bag 1, in her ass, continued to properly expand her rear canal for later use. Bag 2 was lodged far up in her abdomen where her womb would have been. Bag 3 filled her vaginal cavity and completely filled her cunt. So far I had not begun to inflate bag 2, but just before she walked into the Reunion Room, I began the process of making Jacki “pregnant”. There was no sense in letting the girls have all the fun. From now on Jacki would grow along with the girls in her special pregnancy suit. No more showers for the next 30 days. Since she would be on a liquid diet, and her pee hole was unencumbered, she could piss wherever she went. Nothing would be coming out of her rear hole, but lots would be going in. Her pussy was off limits. Now looking about 4 months pregnant, Jacki opened the door and was greeted by the sight of 8 very pregnant girls who she had sworn to protect. She passed out and crumpled to the floor. The impact caused her to fart right through the inflated butt plug.

It would have been easy to keep repeating many of the same tortures and humiliating experiences on all the fine ladies, but that would never be a plan to consider with all of the creative toys and rooms available. The girls would continue to grow and mature as their pregnancies evolved. I had to be careful as I and the various other partners had invested heavily. In the sundry bellies lay a fortune in ROI. Jacki was sort of a fifth wheel as she would not ever bear a child again. With her, I had much more room for experimentation. Her swelling belly, while artificial, allowed her to be a part of the experience and there were so many things I could do to enhance her adventure.

The first exercise was Darla. Already in a pair of messy diapers and leaking milk like a faucet, I decided she would be very good practice for the other girls at both changing and breastfeeding. Barbie and Katy continued their Anal Training as the rest of the girls crowded around Darla. Due to the passie still stuck to her face, Darla had very little to say. A few moans and generally uncomfortable sounds made their way out. Her tits really looked like they needed to be milked and with five girls we ought to be able to take care of the supply. Her diaper was very nasty – the combination of pee, hormones, pregnancy and a full dose of ExLax didn’t help. Stacy manned the right nipple, Debbie the left, as they worked hard to stay in place on their wobbly skates. The constant vibrations had left their own frilly panties a gooey mess that we would have to team up on later. I started Stacy and Debbie off – sucking furiously on the designated nipple. Since neither had eaten since early yesterday, it didn’t take much to keep them going. Meanwhile at the foot of the table Ann, Sara and Betsy pulled latex surgical glove on and began to prepare swabs, forceps, creams and other necessary tools, plus a 3 qt. medicated enema.

All the preparation was complete as Stacy and Debbie continued to chow down. It didn’t look like they had made a dent in those swollen udders of Darla’s. If we had calculated correctly she had a gallon of warm milk ready for the girls. The ExLax had taken effect and slimy shit was everywhere on Darla’s bottom mixing with the quarts of pee she had already deposited. The girls needed to get to work soon before things got really gross. Dropping the table bottom and opening the access chute to the waste dump, Sara made sure that things would stay as clean as possible while they were working. At the same time Ann prepped the wash system so that the water and cleaning agents were at the correct temperature. It was important to make sure we could quickly wash away the mess and stench. The rest was left to Betsy as she opened the diaper and revealed a congealed brown mess stuck all over Darla’s bottom and pussy. The smell was atrocious and I turned the exhaust fans on as Betsy peeled the diaper away and let it slide down through the waste door. She needed to scrape away much of the muck before the girls even attempted to use the spray wash on her. A soft rubber blade did a good job of reducing the built up waste. Sara picked up the high pressure line and activated the pulse cleaner to begin cleaning Darla’s nasty bottom. Water, meds and soap cut through the remaining crap and left pussy and ass externally clean. Waiting expectantly (and with some exuberance), Ann plunged the enema nozzle deep into Darla’s open asshole. There was little resistance to the large nozzle and I took note of the size for future reference. Using a great deal of force, Ann shoved the nozzle almost 2 feet inside Darla’s ass and quickly opened the valve to full flow. Within a minute, Darla’s already bulging belly has taken on the proportions of a beached whale. Her screams were only cut off when Betsy was directed to place her swollen cunt over Darla’s mouth. The combination of pain, pleasure and milking was almost too much for Darla as the enema finished its three quart flow. Placing two industrial vibrators on either side of her belly Sara and Ann help them in place to shake any residual waste from Darla’s GI tract. After 5 minutes of this, Betsy tore the hose and nozzle from Darla’s ass and every sort of slime and fluid flowed out and down the waste gate. Her belly returning to a more normal size, Darla wailed from the process and passed out. Stacy and Debbie were by now full from all of Darla’s milk supply, their swollen bellies satiated for the moment. Even passed out, Darla continued to fart dramatically for quite a time.

Next to have some group fun were Stacy and Debbie because they had been such pigs about their snacks. Darla was not yet ready to participate. She was resting comfortably in the Mood Room where the tape of her “fun” was being looped for her enjoyment when she did wake up. Stripped of their RollerCunt and RollerAss outfits, Stacy and Debbie were strapped into a pair of steel and leather full body structures face down. The design caused those two asses to hump out toward the remaining four girls. Looped lines were fed through the skeleton to their tits and tied off to the floor. A long dildo protruded from the floor and fed into each mouth. The end of the dildo was hollow and would inject a variety of “interesting” liquids into the back of their throats. Strapped in, Debbie and Stacy were all ass, spread wide and open for easy access. Under the table, two big bellies drooped toward the floor. Brushes and spray nozzles erupted from a hidden slot and began to paint each belly with Cayenne pepper laced paint. The burning started immediately. A sudden injection into the back of the throat caused sputtering as a combination of ExLax, chili oil, huarache sauce and Chinese Black Pepper oil burned its way down their throats and on to their stomachs.

Sara, Ann and Betsy positioned themselves above and below Stacy and Debbie. Sara was on the floor with a paint brush and solution so that she could easily move between the two girls boobs preparing to paint the entire surface of each. Behind the spread legs and upturned asses of Stacy and Debbie, Ann and Betsy also had brush in hand and solution at the ready. At the word GO, the three “Picassos” spread a caustic solution of Heated Pepper Oils on boob, twat and crack. The combined effect would have been hellaciously noisy were it not for the sealing flap over each dildo. As it was, the two girls bucked and twisted to get away from the burning liquid coating their most delicate parts. More oils and heat were mere moments away. Completing her tasks below, Sara rolled her painters dolly out and moved behind all the girls to prepared two gallons of super-hot sauce for the GI tract. Twin tubes snaked down to matching high pressure pumps and then on to jetted enema nozzles. Coating each with a huge glob of petroleum jelly, Sara waited patiently behind Ann and Betsy as they completed their touch ups.

You could see the effect the oils were having on the girls’ bodies as they jerked spasmodically while the heat grew. The liquids jetted down their throats had begun to mix with the breast milk in their stomachs to produce a hot, sour mixture sure to cause real distress. Sara brought both nozzles up and aimed them directly at the rosebuds pulsing in front of her. Forcing one into each girl, Sara shoved a full 10” of nozzle deep into their backsides. Stepping back and waiting, Sara signaled Betsy to flip the valve on the 2 gallon reservoir. Once primed, Ann flipped the pump switch and all three girls waited as the pressure spooled up. Moments later the hot and spicy oils surged through the tubes and into the waiting assholes of Stacy and Debbie. The effect was instantaneous as the solution burned its way to the very root of the bowels of each girl. At the same time, the dual feeder dildos were retracted from the wide open mouths of Debbie and Stacy. The screams were both intense and delicious. With no time to catch their breath, the two girls simple screamed until they were out of air. The pause was electric as the effects of the bi directional invasion were only now beginning to have their peak effect. With the entire stomach and esophageal path chock full and a bloated GI tract packed with heat and debris, the girls had nowhere else to store the whole wicked mixture. Soon something would have to give and preparations for that event were just being completed.

Jacki was standing upright in a special secure tube. Captive in her pregnancy suit with her bulging breasts and ass sticking out, she was locked to the walls and bottom of the tube at hand and foot. Her bottom was cupped in a very special seat. Her bottom plug had been removed and instead she was seated on a very large set of 4 butt balls connected by a rigid steel shaft. The position and device made her very uncomfortable, but she had no idea that this was as good as it would get. The top of Jacki’s tube was open and had she been able to look up, she would have seen two sinister open toilet seats mounted above. Stacy and Debbie were carefully lifted to the top of the tube and placed on the seats above Jacki. Their mouths were covered with a sealed mask connected to tubes that also fed into the down tube below the seat. Locked onto the seats each of the girls was positioned so that they could unload in spectacular fashion on Jacki. Because I wanted full effect, I removed the hooded portion of Jacki’s suit and let her now sweat soaked hair droop down. Last out was her inflatable gag as she sucked in gobs of fresh air, not yet knowing what was about to occur. I waited until I was sure that Stacy and Debbie had absorbed everything into their stomachs before proceeding.

The belts around the very tops of Stacy and Debbie’s waists were made of tight rubber and attached to opposing rollers at each hip. The rollers were wound down by ratcheting springs so that when released, would spin each roller in opposite direct turning the belt onto it. The effect would be to press firmly on the bloated bellies of Stacy and Debbie. At the same time, due to the positioning, there would be no effect on the swollen wombs of each. Below, Jacki was feeling the effects of the butt balls as they lodged deeper into her ass. She had no idea what was coming as the belts began to constrict.

The effect was enormous and instantaneous as almost 4 gallons of sludge, shit, ExLax, oils and acids rained down on Jacki’s head. The stench was unbelievable and the shocked look on Jacki’s face was a picture worthy of an award. She couldn’t move and she couldn’t scream as the avalanche of refuse hit her in seconds. All told the liquids covered almost a foot of the floor of the tube. With nothing left in their systems except the massive irritation of everything that had flowed through them, Debbie and Stacy began to let loose with almost 15 minutes of gaseous explosion venting directly into Jacki’s shitty tube. Their assholes blistered by the effects of all the heat and noxious oils, Stacy and Debbie were then lead away to begin treatments on their digestive systems. In the tube, Jacki had passed out from shock, smell and gas. A 2000 gallon tube flush followed for Jacki as all the various liquids were washed away, leaving a bedraggled mom at the bottom of the tube. Placed on a restraining table, she too was rolled off to another room for processing.

This left only Ann, Sara and Betsy to face their fate. By now Darla had come to and was spoiling for a fight. Debbie and Stacy were out of action, but Kathryn and Barbie had finally stopped fucking and were ready for some revenge too. The pinwheels mounted to the walls of the room awaited their prey.

Three pinwheels gleamed in the light of the late afternoon sun. Straps, locks, belts and two devilish tubes projecting from the wheel’s surface and then angled up at 90 and 75 degrees provided an interesting vision to all six girls. Only 3 would be feeling the effects of these wheels. The actual wheels were ingenious in design as they could spin flat on the wall or at any angle as each extended on an articulated mounting arm outwards from the wall. The entire assembly incorporated variable geometry to maximize access.. Once placed onto the surface of the wheel, the intended victim could be manipulated through all three axes. The motorized drive unit could spin in either direction and at variable speed. A central fluid line with multiple ball joints allowed the delivery of any number of viscous materials through the lines and into multiple outlets. The two central tubes were presently attached to a series of reservoirs.

Darla, Kathryn and Barbie had, by this time, developed a real sense of revenge and since they now had targets that had tormented them earlier, they were really ready to get to it. They made a strange trio as Barbie led the way; Short in stature, heavily muscled and a heavy belly that had developed overnight. Darla was now almost ludicrously huge with the triplets she was carrying and the growing milk jugs on her chest. The strange thing about Darla is that as she had grown her ass cheeks had split and muscled up, exposing her asshole to the point of indecency. Lastly, Kathryn trundled in with her smooth skin and thick dick bouncing and bobbing ahead of her. She always seemed to have a hard on that was ready for instant penetration. The look of lust in her eyes told me that she was feeling the power.

Ann, Sara and Betsy never stood a chance as the other three fell upon then and stripped them of clothing and any sense of dignity that they might have left. One at a time they were carefully laid face up on the now horizontal pinwheels. Lying on the tables they dared not move as each was positioned for further adjustment and action. Once positioned properly, Darla, Kathryn and Barbie positioned themselves behind the tables and placed their hands on the shoulders of the supine girls. Pushed violently forward, Ann, Sara and Betsy were forced onto the angled tubes which spread and invaded their cunts and butt holes. Strangely, the head of each captive girl hung off the table and was captured in a leather pocket not unlike that found on a billiard table.  Ann’s head hung down and squatting directly over her face was the spread asshole of Darla. Repeating the process, Barbie squatted over Sara so that her soft labia completely covered Sara’s nose. Every time Sara breathed through her mouth, Barbie’s dripping twat kept her moist. Finally Betsy’s mouth was forced wide open and Kathryn’s balls were shoved deep inside. For the next 30 minutes Ann, Sara and Betsy used all of their oral skills to satisfy Darla, Barbie and Kathryn. Orgasms abounded as tongues whirled. Betsy nearly drowned in a sea of Kathryn’s cum, while squirts of Barbie’s girl juice flowed into Sara’s eyes, nose and mouth. Ann got the raw end of the deal as Darla squirted wet, slimy shit directly on her tongue and down her throat . Once the three helpers were satisfied, they placed re-breather masks securely on each of the victims’ faces. Sealed in place and wound around the back of the head, the masks were firmly fitted to provide only the air I wanted them to have. Each girl was then strapped in for a thrill ride they would never forget.

The pinwheels moved upwards and inwards on their articulating arms to assume a vertical position. This had the additional benefit of socking the twin tubes deeply into each of the three girls’ pussies and assholes. Lodged in place by weight, the tubes acted as a perch. Having satisfied their individual lusts, the three tormentors (Darla, Kathryn and Barbie) held remote controls to their assigned victim. Ann, Sara and Betsy looked wildly from behind their breather masks at the remotes in each hand and the looks on their tormentors’ faces. First came a brief spin to disorient them. Then the air grew thin as the re-breathers began the process of limiting oxygen and mixing sweat and sex into the mix entering the air supply. They had no idea that they were breathing their own stink at this point; soon it would become obvious.

Once the spin cycle stopped, it was time for a pre-wash. A gooey blue solution was fed from Tank A through the rear tube into the ass. As bellies ballooned, the blue goo began to coat the walls of the bowels and suck out toxins and crud. It was not a pleasant experience as we were filling a space that was becoming more restricted by pregnancy every day. It did need to be done…….sorta. Once the blue liner set up, a second fluid was injected into the tube (the blue goo formed a stretchy tube against the walls of the bowels. The second fluid filled inside the tube began to foam and solidify. Its purpose was to create an endothermic reaction that heated the bowels through chemical process. The heat was most uncomfortable, but the girls were trying so hard to breathe that they hardly noticed. The sweat on their bellies was all the evidence I needed to know that they were cooking inside. This was one of the great experiments we wanted to perform with the accelerated birthing process. We knew by now that the process was quite extraordinarily fast, but the combined chemicals and heat we were applying was intended to speed the process more. The heat process would last about 6 hours while the oxygen level in the re-breathers was cycled up and down causing other effects on growth cycle. I left to get some rest, but left instructions with Darla, Kathryn and Barbie to play with the girls as much as they wanted to within the rules. They weren’t going anywhere as the vault door swung closed and 16 bolts slid out to bar the door. I suspected that the three tormentors were going to have some fun while they could.

Five hours later, I released a sleep agent into the room and all 6 girls were out like a light. Bringing the tables back down to a horizontal plane, I removed masks and tubes. As expected, the filler had left a tail that stuck out of the ass. It was an easy process to slowly pull the whole tube out, noting the residue and toxins absorbed into the gel and foam. Taking complete before and after measurements, I discovered that again the science had outdone itself. Ann, Sara and Betsy had reached the equivalent of 34 weeks in 4 days. They would be the first to birth “Accelerated Perfect Girls”

Stacy, Debbie, Darla, Kathryn and Barbie were safely tucked away in their sleeping chambers at the end of Day 7. Most of their orientation had been concluded and now they would be free to “enjoy” the next few weeks (or less, as we learned more about the extraordinary growth rates) as their precious and valuable cargo grew within. Daily monitoring and measurements made up a large part of their time as our expert staff carefully annotated every new development in their growth. Things were going well above expectation and as with any new science; the timeline was a bit unpredictable. Ann, Sara and Betsy had been moved to the Birthing Wing as they would give birth in days.

Epilogue        The Future

       Fire Investigators would determine that the Carradine Tragedy was the result of “defective” switches on three of the ovens causing a pressure buildup and rupture of the feeder lines. This resulting massive explosion, fueled by the commercial gas line entering the Pottery unit, caused the unusual heat signature which literally incinerated the structure and everything inside. Nine women had been accounted for and dental records identified them as: Jacki Carradine; her daughters Sara and Ann; and their friends Stacy Wilson, Kathryn Gibbs, Debbie James, Darla Sorenson, Betsy Barnes and Barbie Simms. The tragedy was carried on national news. In an ironic twist (ok maybe they had some help from a famed “Ambulance Chaser” Attorney who just happened to read about the tragedy in an article), the Estate and parents of the deceased girls sued the manufacturer of the Pottery Ovens and won. $122 million dollars. The funds were dispersed to the various victims and placed in operating Trusts for worthy causes. Chief among Jacki Carradine’s gifts was one to Whitewater Ecology Research Center , . The gift read in part – “In appreciation of its work in preserving the Study of Ecological Impact on aquatic life and  natural beauty, I bequeath $75 million to Whitewater Ecology Research Center for continued scientific study”. I suppose it’s a simple thing to accomplish with an attorney and a high voltage tube up the ass of the “philanthropist” (amazing how cooperative they become when in shock). The funds went into a special account that would fund our “continued scientific study” for a long time to come.

The original SuperMoms had come through their pregnancies well. They were moved to another wing of the expanding HQ for further training and experimentation. It would be some time before any of them saw the outside of their new home. Deep in the labyrinths of the Barn, a single scream penetrated the darkness as the only remaining “expectant” woman began to expel her “baby”.

Jacki was alone in the dark as her contractions began. The balloon in her belly had expanded over time to a size that could only have been induced by artificial means. To say that she was huge would not do justice to her bulging midsection. It had taken a great deal of time and effort to stretch her so, and the process of giving “birth” would be a torture unlike any she had experienced. First we had to attach her wanting body to the birthing frame. Little did she know that it was the very same birthing frame used by both her daughters to delivery her 5 granddaughters just a month ago. If she could see those “babies” now, she would be astounded that they were the spitting image of mother and daughter.

Jacki was clamped into the soft leather sling swinging from the steel tubing. Nipples attached to cross posts and captured at wrist, ankle and neck, Jacki sank into the frame as her head was pulled back and her hair rolled between two pins. The tube snaking down her trained throat to rest against her vocal cords served the dual purpose of delivering air to her burning lings and silencing most of her screams. Her ass was snagged by a hook connected to a floor winch that effectively held her I place. The combined devices immobilized and quieted her for “birth”. Two injections began the contraction process and her abdominal muscles slowly forced her “baby” to drop toward the birth canal. After almost 45 minutes of struggle, Jacki gave birth to a 9 lb. flexi-ball baby. Her stretched opening poured forth various fluids that had been stored by obstruction for over 50 days. Her pussy lay open like a storm drain as I allowed the new surgical team to begin repairing her body with many of the new drugs we had developed throughout the research process. She would join the other 8 soon enough as we began to develop a long term plan for the assets we now had in place at our expanding HQ.

The new HQ was still a skeleton, funded by the magnificent gift from Jacki. Our research was yielding a whole new group of discoveries that would become groundbreaking work in the future. For now our group was developing new and more refined methods of body modification and genetic mapping. The combination of Trust funds and profit from film making had swelled our accounts so that we could continue our research from new and elaborate labs hidden below the existing compound on the river. Over the course of the next 15 months, the expanded facilities would be made ready as we continued to investigate both hard science and sexual depravity upon the original nine women. The 20 babies had been programmed and sent out for adoption. (When they turned 18, they would all suddenly disappear and return “home”.)

Members of Phi Omega Epsilon Sorority at Penstone College tragically died last night when their house burned to the ground during a graduation party. 39 students, including 19 members of the Sorority have been identified. The cause of the conflagration appears to be unlicensed space heaters which overheated and ignited drapery. The fire spread quickly, trapping the victims before they could find safe passage out. Fire Department officials estimated that the all wood construction of the house contributed to the rapid spread. 21 additional students were transported to area hospitals for burns and smoke inhalation. The loss of life is mourned by the College and the community. Counselors are available to students through the College. Our thoughts go out to those who have lost loved ones and friends.

The darkened bus carrying 24 “victims” pulled into the new entrance to Whitewater Labs at 4 AM. Inside the unconscious women were carefully moved to holding cells for initiation. At the same time, an Intruder Alarm went off at the front security gate as a car with its headlights out squeezed through the closing gates. A security team was dispatched to “welcome” unexpected guests. ¼ mile inside the gates, the car was stopped and the two male occupants “removed”. All evidence of the entry were erased and our two “special guests” placed in special holding cells while we considered how we should handle them.

Two floors below in one of the activity rooms; Jacki, Ann and Sara were placed in Doggie position and locked in place. In better shape than ever before (courtesy of diet, exercise and medication) Mom and her two daughters were ready for today’s training session. Betsy, Barbie and Stacy entered the room locked into their 11” double strap-ons. Mouths sealed, they carried an X frame mounted to their backs. Projecting upwards from the frame was a double poll with a 1 gallon enema bag and single line culminating in each asshole. Once each mounted their desired victim (Jacki, Ann or Sara) in cunt and ass, a toilet stool was rolled under their butts and locked in place. Their Betsy, Barbie and Stacy sat and waited for Mom and her girls to start pumping back onto them in rhythm to the blaring salsa music. Faces down, Jacki, Ann and Sara wore mouth gag dildos that extended toward the floor where Debbie, Darla and Kathryn were locked in place on their backs. Pussy and ass were located so that the dildo gags entered Debbie, Darla and Kathryn’s pussies deeply as Mom and the girls began to rock back and forth to the music. At one arc Jacki and her girls were deeply fucked by Betsy, Barbie and Stacy while at the other, they sank their face dildos deeply into the drawn up pussies of Debbie, Darla and Kathryn. The final diabolical twist was the funnel gags planted in the mouths of Debbie, Darla and Kathryn.  Blindfolded, they had no idea that directly above those open funnels were the presently sealed assholes of Betsy, Barbie and Stacy, who had just begun to receive a steady flow from their individual enema bags.

As 24 new female subjects groggily marched past the glass room, monitors lit up with 60” HD monitors displaying the whole act for their viewing pleasure. Not only was this all being filmed, but the first wave of psychological terror was battering their senses. Phase 2 began as assholes were unplugged and enema waste spewed into the receiving funnels.