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Hypno Slavers: The Dr. Emily Group

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Synopsis: Unsuspecting patients, seeking help with sexual dsyfunction problems, are slowly converted into mindless submissives under hypnosis, to be sold as slaves to wealthy buyers.

 

 

The following story is intended as sexual entertainment for adults only.  The names used are purely fictitious.

 

 

 

 

UNITED INTERNATIONAL HYPNOTIC SEX THERAPISTS is the  brainchild of Dr.Emily La Chote MD and is owned and  operated by her, and some of the wealthiest women in the world.

 

The famous medical organization treats male and female  patients for sexual disfunction, both psychological and  physical, but also acts as a covert center to   hypnotically train  unsuspecting patients as sex slaves  by use of very powerful, sophisticated, and state of the art hypnotic techniques.

 

Dr. La Chote, who is extremely wealthy, is a Medical  Doctor, Psychiatrist, and Certified Hypnotherapist.

 

In addition to her legititmate therapeutic practice,

certain patients are chosen by her for submissive sexual conversion. Slowly and over time she transforms these  unwary patients into genuine submissives, ultimately  renting them out for parties and gatherings. She is  aided in these activities by all of her female  colleagues and their nurses at the center.

 

The submissive patient slaves are eventually permanently blanked of all previous memory and sold to wealthy  owners worldwide for the staggering sum of one million  dollars each.

 

Prospective patients come from two categories,

those who are legitimate patients of the facility, and  who come from all over the world to receive treatment at the legendary sexual dysfunction medical center, and  those who are carefully screened and selected from  throughout the United States for a special treatment  offer, and who ostensively come for a stay of one month, free of charge to engage in a special research project.

 

Those in this second category are chosen for their lack  of family and social attachments, for a previous history of treatment for sexual disfunction, for a previous  history of interest in being used submissively in their  sexual activities, and for the fact that they have  recently become unemployed.

 

A massive information data bank makes this possible and  the UIHST has many searchers throughout the country,  always analyzing medical and public records and making  contact with the unwary victims. Contact is made by mail using highly realistic and believable presentation and  application forms.

 

They are given a special offer allowing them to take  advantage of expert sexual therapy without charge if  they will take part in research activities at the  center. They are told that their travel and housing  expenses are included, and that indeed they will be paid $500 a day for their participation, and that the process will take a month.

 

Great care is taken to insure that the prospective  patient leaves absolutely no evidence of the existance  of UIHST, and ample proof and documentation of some kind that they have exited the country for some faraway  location, and plan never to return.

 

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The primary facility is located in Tijuana, Mexico and  includes a large patient housing complex next to the  main building.  The center is located in a remote part  of the city so that it is not readily accessable, and is surrounded by tall electrified fences to prevent  snooping or escape.

 

The patients are told that this extraordinary security  is necessary for their protection due to the foreign,  and potentially dangerous location of the center.

 

Large payments to the local Mexican government allow the staff to run the facility as they please without fear of any kind of legal problems. In fact special  consideration is given to any request by Dr. La Chote,  and special protection is guaranteed for her activities  in the facility.

 

The center typically handles up to one hundred live-in  patients at a time, and they are housed in a large  living complex connected to the main treatment building.

 

A total cure for any sexually related problem is  guaranteed, in addition to the money offered them, and  the promise of a new and fantastic sex life in the  future.  Unfortunately, only part of that is true.

 

The patients in hypnotic conversion training are not  harmed permanently in a physical way, and their  condition and progress is carefully monitored by the  large staff of doctors and nurses.

 

All activities here are recorded and studied by all of  the female psychiatrists, and are shared with many other members of the organization internationally.

 

Dr. La Chote also maintains extensively equipped  submissive training facilities at several of her  isolated homes, and these are used often for intensive  patient training and entertainment for exclusive  clients.

 

She prides herself on using the most effective, and  comprehensive, state of the art degradation and hypnotic techniques in the world for the subjugation and  humiliation of submissively hypno trained patients. Her  failure rate is zero, having attained complete and  ultimate success with all of her unsuspecting victims in the past seven years.

 

Through a comprehensive and intensive conditioning  program the patients are gradually, and permanently  transformed into total and willing sex slaves, and after about four months at the center are sold to very wealthy clients around the world. By the time they are sold and delivered the patients have been totally blanked of any former memories, and experience complete happiness  serving their respective owners.

 

The methods used at the facility would be considered  barbaric by some standards, but are found to be  necessary for total emersion and conversion into the  consummate submissive.

 

Many of her former patients are now loyal servants, and  mindless slaves to wealthy owners around the world.

 

Dr. Emily has produced over fifteen hundred first  quality sex slaves during her years as director of  UIHST, and according to her research most are still  alive and happy in one capacity or another.

 

She makes efforts to see that the slaves are not  physically mistreated after being purchased, though she  could not intervene even if they were.

 

She includes a two year warranty during which the slave  may be returned for needed reprogramming or corrective  conversion maintenance.

 

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There are nine female psychiatrists here, and each of  them has two carefully chosen RN psychiatric nursing  assistants.

 

The medical staff includes:

 

Dr. Emily La Chote, Director, age 52, and her two RN  assistants, Eleanor and Cindy.

 

Emily has an extremely active sexual libido, but hides  this activity beneath a polished, professional veneer.  She is profoundly sadistic, and has a deeply ingrained  need to humiliate, and be served by submissive men and  women.

 

She is expert at subjugating and lowering the male and  female subjects to unheard of depths of depravity using  her astonishing skills with hypnosis. She delights in  training her patients to perform unsavory oral service  on each other, and on her own person at every  opportunity.

 

Dr. Samantha Jones, age 35, cruel and beautiful, has  perverted sexual needs that she plays out with the  patient trainees. She is a vice director, and shares a  centrally located office area in the large building. Her two pretty nurse assistants, Christina and Nancy are  cruel and quite efficient.

 

Doctor Sabrina Sidney, age 36, also a vice director, who uses a highly erotic humiliation and conversion system  in her submissive training style. Her nurses are Sandra  and Carolyn.

 

All of the staff here are paid huge salaries and act as  a team to process the patient victim slaves.

 

The other female psychiatrists here include:

 

Dr. Judith Rice, age 42, a dyed in the wool nymphomaniac and lesbian who uses her male and female patients  extensively for self gratification, and induces a  passionate need to serve in all her subjects. Her  nursing assistants are Susan and Sally.

 

Dr. Laurel SImms, age 32, who is an authentic genius and

cruelly victimizes her patients by her brilliant  submissive induction methods.  Her patient victims  become true sexual robots under her sensitive care. Her  RN helpers are Ellen and Nina.

 

Dr. Joy Hunt, age, 36, who loves to watch the male and  female patient victims having degrading sex while she  manipulates their minds under hypnosis. She is aided by  her nurses, Felicia and Rebecca.

 

Dr. Barbara Dennis, age 39, who uses many forms of  hypnosis and delights in subverting and humiliating the  patient victims. She creates humiliating hypnotic scenes in which the male, or female patient slaves are made to  masterbate to orgasm, and are convinced they are doing  it in front of a large group of their friends and  acquintances. Her nurses are Rhonda and Natalie.

 

Dr. Tammy Anderson, age 37, who is a professional  dominatrix as well as surgeon specializing in male  genital alteration. She and her nurses prepare the  victim patients for sexual slavery in the most obscene  and degrading way possible. Her RN assistants are Linda  and Alicia, two skilled and sadistic helpers who are  devoted to their work.

 

Janet Puente RN, age 47, certified hypnotherapist, and  certified electroshock technician. The more severe kinds of conversion training are accomplished with the aid of  nurse Puente. She uses her unique skills to help blank  and retrain the poor patients who are sent to her.   Under deep hypnotic electroshock treatment she removes  the undesirable memories and imprints essential  suggestions necessary to the process.

 

All of the nurses and doctors are aberrant or  maladjusted in their mental makeup, and work very well  together.  Most of the female doctors and nurses have  never been married and typically have deep hostility  toward men.

 

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The initial introductory session is always done by Dr.  La Chote, and involves a pleasant therapeutic approach,  and analysis of the patients most potent erotic imagery.

 

The patients are required to attend hypnotic therapy  sessions six days each week and are given one day off to reconstitute and further imbed the previous therapy  work.

 

All patients are given a variety of special medications  in the secondary reception area, just before each  session that partially sedates them and makes them  extremely vulnerable to suggestion.

 

They also receive daily medication to help chemically  remove their free will, and faciilitate their training.

 

Dr. La Chote uses a number of hypnotic devices,  frequently a rotating spiral disc with special features  to allow the relaxed patient to fall comfortably into  their first hypnotic trance. 

 

Once the patient is safely in a deep hypnotic trance Dr. La Chote carefully tests them in the observation room,  immediately next to her comfortable office, to discover  the subject's most intimate and secret sexual fantasies. These computerized tests also outline any physical or genital problems that might affect sexual performance.

 

The process begins, and as the patient becomes deeply  locked into Dr. La Chotes hypnotic manipulation, more  and more liberty is taken, and the dominant-submissive  relationship between them becomes pronounced very  rapidly. This lock-in is essential to the coming abuse  and painful hypnoconversion treatments.

 

After about three weeks with Dr. La Chote the patient is transferred into the influence of Dr. Samantha Jones,  whose office is directly adjacent to Dr.La Chote's, and  Dr. Jones begins the second stage of the captivated  patients decline into subservience.

 

After another three weeks the patient is transferred  into the care of Dr. Sabrina Sidney and the heavier and  more painful stage of slavery begins.

 

As each doctor in turn completes their training phase of the deeply locked patient, more and more dramatic inner changes take place in the slave, and electroshock  treatments are begun by nurse Janet Puente, under deep  hypnosis, to burn the learned conditioning irreversibly  into the pliable mind of the poor patient victim.

 

The patient never really has a chance once the first  hypnotic locking is done.

 

 

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The large envelope that I received in the mail would  begin a process that would alter my life drastically and irreversibly.

 

I could not have known that, however, and as I read  through the brochure, I became more and more interested, and excited. 

 

Having just lost my job I was quickly becoming desperate for money, and was barely hanging on in my attempts to  find other work.  I had no unemployment compensation,  and it was a very serious matter for me.

 

I would receive $500 a day for one month participating  in a sex research project for an organization called  United International Hypnotic Sex Therapists.

 

I was beside myself with joy, I had been planning to  leave this city anyway to find work, and this would be  the answer to my prayers. The brochure said that I could leave soon, once the forms were completed and sent in.

 

I wasted no time with this and within three days I  recevied a phone call and confirmation of my acceptance  into the project.  The woman's voice on the other end  said that I would receive my plane tickets overnight,  express mail, and that I should waste no time coming to  their center in Tijuana Mexico when they arrived. She  said a cashiers check for three hundred dollars would  also be included for basic expenses on the journey  there. Also included were specific instructions on  obtaining a passport and visa for the trip.

 

I was given other instructions also about preparations  before leaving but paid little attention to them after  they had been completed, and focused on packing and  tossing my excess items in the trash. I suspected I  would never return to this apartment building again.

 

I had reservations about traveling to Mexico but all my  accomodations would be taken care of, and I would be  paid very well for my work there at the end of a month.  Coincidentally, I had actually once sought treatment for sexual dysfunction, having difficulty in maintaining an erection, and though the therapy was effective for  awhile, did not last.

 

 

Only viagra and the other drugs in the same category  seemed to work for me, but the side effects could be  irritating and were, of course only temporary. The  doctors told me that physically everything was working  normally, but that I probably had deep psychological  problems at the core of the dysfunction.

 

I had been into submissive fantasies for some time now,  unable to score sexually in a normal way.

 

I had no roots, and no one to say goodbye to...I would  start over again in another city once I had completed  this and been paid. I would start a new life.

 

MY flight was uneventful, thankfully, but there were the usual delays due to the hyper security required for all air travel these days. 

 

When I landed I followed the instructions given me  exactly, and arrived by taxi within an hour at my  destination, a set of large buildings surrounded by a  high metal fence outside of the city.  They were quite  modern, and had not been there for many years, but the  greenery and floral landscaping around the buildings was quite beautiful, and made me at ease, despite my inner  trepidations. The buildings were flush so that one  entered a short hallway in the middle and had access to  either building. 

 

I always hated things like this, and got butterflies when I had an appointment of any kind, especially at some  kind doctor's office.

 

I paid the taxi and walked to the front entrance of the  building carrying my suitcase with me. Inside there were two sets of doors, one leading to each building.  When I entered the reception area of the medical building I was quite surprised to see  many patients in the waiting room. There must have been  thirty or forty, and there were several at the busy  reception desk.

 

I sat my bag down and waited, checking the brochure for  information about the special offer.  Soon one of the  pretty receptionists called to me, and as she smiled  broadly at me I gave her my papers.  She checked them  briefly, reading basic information.

 

She smiled sweetly at me..."Welcome to United  International Mr. Fander", she purred, "we're very happy to see you and I know that you're going to experience  some wonderful things here. You're scheduled for an  appointment with Dr. La Chote in one hour."  She  motioned to a female security guard standing  nearby..."Would you please take Mr. Fander to his  lodging and get him settled in?"

 

The attractive guard came over and smiled pleasantly.   She took my papers and read from them briefly.  "Follow  me", she smiled, "I'll take you to your room."

 

I picked up the bag and followed her out the door and  across the hallway to the apartment complex.  We entered and walked down a long hallway and stopped at a door  near the end. She opened the door and handed me a set of keys. "I think you'll be comfortable here sir...they're very nice rooms." 

 

She left and I went inside and sat my suitcase on the  bed.  The room was excellent, and much better than I had been in for a long time.  'Better than any motel,' I  thought to myself. I turned the TV on and opened the  suitcase and began putting my things in the drawers. I was told that my meals would be delivered to my room three times a day, and there was a motorized removal chute for all refuse.  The rooms were cleaned regularly, and bedding changed  during the patient's absence.

 

'I'll be here for a month,' I thought to myself, 'I can  enjoy some very useful therapy, and have a very nice  payday to get a new start.'  I couldn't believe my good  fortune, and was happier than I had been for a long  time.

 

I lay down and rested, watching TV until it was time  for my appointment.

 

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I arrived back at the reception  desk in the other building and waited with my  appointment ID tag.

 

I handed it to the smiling young beauty at the desk.   "your appointment is in ten minutes Mr. Fander, would  you please take a seat and someone will call you when  it's time."

 

I smiled and sat close to the desk. It was two o'clock  in the afternoon and there were still many patients  coming and going.

 

I began to read a magazine, and  suddenly I was shocked out of my wits by what was  happening on the right side of the reception desk where  there was a separated area with a towel spread on the  carpet.

 

There was a nude woman standing there with a small towel in her hand.  She appeared to be in her thirties, and had a nice body, and was very pretty.

 

She was  trying to smile at the crowd of waiting patients. I  suddenly remembered some of the information in the final papers sent to me before I left. It said something about the need to be ready for unusual occurences, and that  there were nude men or women in the reception area at times, and one would never know when.

 

At the time I read it I couldn't make much out of it but in view of the fact that this was a famous sex clinic I shrugged it off as some kind of wierd new therapy for  the patients. As I and many others stared quietly the  woman began to masterbate herself, and she was actually  forcing herself to look at us all.

 

MY eyes were frozen on hers as she moved her fingers in  and out of her vagina and rapidly against her clit, and her look of  mortification was stunning as she neared orgasm.

 

Some of the patients hardly noticed, as if they had seen it many times and the rest of us, particularly the men  stared, dumbfounded.

 

She moved her fingers very rapidly now and was gasping  and grunting as she stared  at me and the other men. She moaned under her breath, trying not to make noise as she hit her orgasm, and a thick dribbling of vaginal juice  ran down her leg and onto the towel she was desperately  holding underneath.

 

I stared at the nurses at the reception desk and they  looked up and smiled occasionally, not concerned in the  least about such a humiliating display of sexual  activity.  The woman was wiping inside her dark hairy  vagina now, soaking the wetness with the small towel.

 

She looked at the men for a moment longer, as if she  were required to do so, and then slipped back into the  office entry door from which she apparently had come. 

 

Most of the patients were reading their magazines again, and I sat there in shock feeling very sorry for the  unfortunate woman. I figured it was some kind of wierd  therapy here, and began to have second thoughts about  the whole thing, but quickly reminded myself of the  coming fun and the huge payoff that awaited me in a  month. A payoff I desperately needed.

 

A nurse came out of the same entrance door that the nude woman had used and called my name, she was smiling  pleasantly. I quickly jumped up and followed her...she  led me into a secondary reception area and the door  closed behind us.

 

"Please sit for a moment, and someone will be right with you," she said courteously.  The second reception area  was much smaller and seated about five or six patients.  Two were there now waiting. A nurse at the small  reception desk finished talking on the phone and called  my name.  "Mr. Fanders."   "Yes," I said.

 

I stood and walked to her as she prepared a small paper  shot glass of liquid for me. She had a friendly smile and I stood waiting, wondering what was in the small  container.

 

"Drink this please," she offered, as she placed the  paper container in front of me. This is a mild sedative  to help you to relax for your appointment." 

 

I smiled and braced myself and picked up the liquid  holding it to my mouth. I quickly drank it bottoms up,  and paused, savoring the rich flavor. It was sweet and a bit minty, and very pleasant.  I could feel no immediate effect but knew that it had a definite purpose in my  therapy.

 

Another nurse at the desk came around and motioned for  me to follow her as she went through a door on the  opposite wall.

 

We walked down a long hallway with no doors on either  side and turned left at the end, heading down another  hallway. We passed the rear emergency entrance and  continued on until we reached the end.

 

Straight ahead was a door apparently leading to a  storage room, and on the left a door leading into another hallway.

 

We continued on that hallway passing the men's and  women's bathrooms and stopped at the second door.  The  nurse led me inside into a small reception area where  there were two very pretty nurses. They smiled as they  greeted us.

 

The guide nurse looked back smiling at me..."This is Mr. Fander, "He has a three o'clock."

 

She quickly left and the two nurses smiled broadly at  me.  One of them knocked on a large door..."Mr. Fander  is here mam," she said, waiting for a response. In a  moment a woman's voice answered..."Yes, come in please."

 

The nurse opened the door and led me inside, then turned and went back into the other room, closing the door. I  stood looking at the woman there.  She sat on a  comfortable couch and motioned me over to another easy  chair just opposite her.

 

"Welcome to our center," she said quietly, "I'm very  happy to meet you."  I sat down on the other chair and  looked apprehensively at her.  She smiled and moved  forward a bit...  "Please don't be nervous, I want you  to be completely relaxed here. This is a place of  contentment and peace for you."

 

"My name is Dr. Emily La Chote, and if you like, you may call me mam."  She was smiling in a friendly way, and  looked at me with acceptance in her eyes. 

 

The woman was quiet elegance personified, a very  attractive and slim middle aged woman wearing an  expensive business suit.  Her sophisticated sexuality  wafted around me and I sat there entranced.

 

By now the medication I had been given was beginning to  have an effect, and I sat back in the very comfortable  chair as a wonderful feeling of well being came over me.

 

"Are you feeling alright?," she asked, looking carefully at me.

 

I smiled and quickly nodded at her, entranced by her  presence. She was wearing an exquisite perfume, and it  created a mesmerizing effect on me as I stared quietly  at her.  Her body was very well formed,filling out her  form fitting suit, she was actually one of the most  attractive women I had ever seen.

 

"Mr.  James Alex Fander," she stated, a mysterious smile on her face.

 

I didn't answer but let her continue.

 

"We're going to talk for awhile Jim, and I want you to  be completely relaxed. I'm your friend, and I'm a  doctor, and I want you to feel that you can be  absolutely truthful with me and tell me anything without being embarrassed."

 

"We're going to talk about sex and your sexual habits in a most intimate way. You can tell me anything in any  words that you want and it's ok."

 

I stared at her in comfort and whispered to her..."Yes,  thank you."

 

She smiled slightly and took a clipboard in her hands.   "We're being video recorded now Jim, to help us to make  an accurate diagnosis and estimation of what will be required in your treatment, but just forget about that, and  focus on my questions, Ok?"

 

"Yes", I managed, a little groggy now but still fully  awake.

 

"Good. I want you to trust me completely and be totally  honest. Before we begin I think you might be more  comfortable if your clothing were removed, don't you?"

 

I focused on her, and became a bit more alert.  "Sure,"  I mumbled, as I sat forward. I was at a point where I  didn't really feel embarrassed and began to remove my  shoes.

 

"I need to observe you in the nude to study your  responses, and the degree of your erection."

 

She looked reassuringly at me as I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my trousers. I soon had them off and by now was developing a massive hardon, that I couldn't hide.  I stood and unbuttoned my shirt as I looked behind her  at the bookshelf and knickknacks, and layed it on the arm of the chair.  I glanced at her as I pulled down my  shorts and my enormous erection was flipped upward as  the waistband caught it. I pulled them down and stepped  out of them and layed them on the pants.

 

She pushed a button and one of the nurses came in and  walked over to us.

 

Doctor Emily shifted slightly,  "Eleanor is going to take all your things into the other room and lock them in a storage safe with a time lock, for one hour.  At that time you will have your clothing back so you may go back to your room.  We find that a sense of helplessness adds to the erotic atmosphere and improves the data we are able to gain from our tests."

 

I stood there and stared as the pretty nurse took my clothing and shoes and smiled at me as she left the office.

 

"Now Jim I'm going to induce a hypnotic trance in you so that our session will go smoothly and efficiently, and so that I can more easily get to the origin of your problem."

 

"Yes mam."

 

She sat a spiral hypnotic induction device on the table in front of me.  "Just relax Jim, don't think about your erection or on sex, just concentrate on my voice."    She started the device and turned down the lights.  The round surface had a slight glow in the dark and it revolved at a regular pace. 

 

"I want you to think only of the spiral pattern Jim...think of the constantly turning and revolving spiral.  Listen only to my voice, only to my voice.  You're beginning to become very relaxed, and the pleasure of your erection makes you feel even more easy and relaxed. You will feel yourself gradually falling, falling into the peaceful spin of the globe.  The soothing, glowing circle.  Relax, relax, deeper and deeper into the soothing revolving globe."

 

"You cannot control your movement into the globe...the soothing, relaxing, spinning circle.  Feel yourself falling into the center of the globe.  As you do you can hear only my voice, my soothing commanding voice.  You must fall into the spinning circle, and you must listen only to my voice." 

 

The drug I had taken before coming here was beginning to take it's toll, and I felt myself falling, involuntarily into the spinning, swirling circle.  My eyes began to flutter, and close, and I began to lose control of my consciousness.  Her voice was so wonderful and soothing, and her perfume brought pleasure to me that made me begin to fall uncontrollably into the circle.

 

"Deep, deep sleep...you can hear only my voice, only my voice.  Deeper and deeper into the spiral...deep sleep, deep sleep.  Falling, falling into deep sleep, let go and fall into deep sleep.  You hear only my voice, only my voice."

 

The world disappeared from around me and the only reality was her voice, her soft soothing voice.

 

"You are in a very deep, deep trance...you can hear only my voice, only my voice.  Deeper and deeper.  You feel very relaxed and very horny and your body and mind will obey my commands even when you awake.  Do you hear only my voice and obey only my voice?  Answer me...my voice is your master, your absolute master.  Tell me I am your master.

 

"Yes.......yes.....mam....master,  you are.....my.....master."

 

"You are in a deeper, deeper trance, and you will obey my voice completely, completely...you will obey my voice, and hear only my voice."

 

"Yes......yes......voice.....only your voice....yes..."   

 

I had entered a deeper stage of hypnosis and was aware of my surroundings and the woman sitting across from me but could think of nothing but the voice that came to me from nearby.  I was in a state of nothingness, unaware of anything but the soothing voice that guided me.

 

"I want you to open your eyes but you will remain in a deep trance whatever happens after that, until I release you and tell you to awaken.  Do you understand?"

 

"I.....yes I.....I understand.   I opened my eyes as commanded but saw only the woman across from me.  I felt I had to obey her voice...she had told me to do that...must obey only her voice.  She moved closer to me.

 

"From this day forward you will feel an intense need to listen to, and obey my voice, and my commands.  You will not be able to control yourself...you will be lost in my voice for all time."

 

"Do you understand?"

 

"Understand.....yes........voice......your voice.

 

"From this point forward, with each hypnotic session you will fall uncontrollably into my influence....when I want you to fall into a deep, deep trance I will say the words....'You are my slave.'  Do you understand...when I say, 'You are my slave' you will quickly fall into a very, very, very deep trance, and will only be able to hear my voice.  You will obey all commands from my voice....you will be unable to resist.  You will obey any and all commands that I give you.   Do you understand?"

 

"Voice....hear your voice.....yes.....yes...I will obey....I feel I must .......obey.......your...voice."

 

The world I was in now consisted only of her voice....the one that I must always obey...it was all so simple and without question....the woman.....her voice...I want to....I need to obey her voice....

 

"I am now going to count down from ten.....as I count you will gradually begin to come awake....when you awake fully at the count of one you will have no memory whatever of your hypnotic trance...or all that has transpired in your trance.  You will awaken at the count of one, and the next time you hear me say the words 'You are my slave'....you will automatically and quickly fall into a very, very, very deep trance and will obey only....only.....only my voice.  Do you understand?

 

"Understand....obey.......only your voice.....will obey......your command."

 

"Alright, I'm counting back from ten and when I reach one you will be fully awake."

"ten.......nine.......slowly waking.....eight......seven......coming awake......six.......five......more and more awake.....four......three....almost awake.....two.....one, your are now fully awake."

 

I opened my eyes and was not immediately able to identify my surroundings.  It was like a heavy drunk and waking up wondering who you were, and what you were doing there.  I blinked at the woman across from me....she smiled slightly, and brushed the hair from my face with a quick wave of her arm.

 

Then it unfolded for me and the memories of the recent past came back to me.  I felt that she had not been able to hypnotize me, and hoped that this would not cause me to lose my position here or participate in the research.

 

I became aware of my rock hard penis and that she had promised that I could relieve my self of the severe pressure I felt in my balls.

 

My erection was unbearable by now, and I could scarcely imagine what was in the medication I had been given earlier.  My penis bobbed up and down and dripped on the towel like covering in front of my chair.

 

She moved a bit closer and began to ask questions.

"Now, first of all how long have you been unable to perform sexually?"  I thought carefully about my answers and wanted to be completely truthful with her.  "Five or six years,"  I said, "I gradually started having difficulty and it got worse over time."

 

"I can get an erection most of the time except when I'm going to have sex." 

 

"Have you tried viagra and the other types of enhancers?"

 

"Yes mam, and nothing works very well."

 

"How often do you have sex?"

 

"It's been a long time." I shifted uncomfortably.

 

"Do you masturbate?"

 

"Yes mam, several times a week."

 

"Do you ejaculate every time you masturbate?"

 

"No mam, not every time."

 

"So you just play with yourself sometimes without ejaculating?"

 

"Yes mam."

 

"I see that you had tests done and they showed nothing physically wrong with you."

 

"Yes mam."

 

"So you're thirty years old and can only get an erection when you masterbate?"

 

"Yes mam."

 

"Do you ever have homosexual fantasies?"

 

"Occasionally, but only pertaining to oral sex....possibly from watching too many oral sex porn videos."

 

"You enjoy watching women perform oral sex on men?"

 

"Yes mam."

 

"Have you ever had a homosexual experience?"

 

"Once or twice as a kid mam."

 

"Have you had fantasies about being a submissive?"

 

"Yes mam....more recently, and on the Internet."

 

My cock was draining fluid onto the towel cover but the doctor seemed unconcerned. 

 

"Have you ever performed oral sex on a woman?"

 

"Yes mam."

 

"Did you enjoy it?"

 

"Very much mam."

 

"Now I want you to sit with your legs spread and play with yourself...just stroke it a bit and flip it back and forth a few times."

 

I did as she asked and leaned back as my huge hardon pushed upward, bobbing uncontrollably.  My large swollen balls hung loosely as  I gently stroked my penis.  I looked at it and flipped it back and forth.  My cock bounced back like a coiled spring when I flipped it, and began to drain more freely. 

 

"Look at me please," she said, watching me carefully.  "Are you about to cum?"

 

"Yes mam."

 

"Ok stop for now and lets go into the next room for some tests.  We can find out  anything we want to know about your sexuality and physical condition from these tests."

 

I followed her into the testing lab and looked curiously at the array of puzzling fixtures and gadgets.  There was a mounting in the middle of the room apparently made for the kneeling position. 

 

"Jim, would you please kneel here and lay your chest and stomach across the padded area and your head in the depression."

 

I did so and crawled slowly onto the device laying my chest on the pad and placing my head in the well padded head support.  It actually was quite comfortable, and, at this moment I was feeling very good, and had a satisfying  sense of well being.   I was kneeling in the doggie position and my knees sank into comfortable depressions in the soft padding below.

 

There was a television monitor directly below my face so that I could look easily at anything on the screen.   She quickly pushed hinged clamps over my wrists, ankles, legs, chest, and a soft head restraint over my head.  I was completely immobile now and she began to attach various connectors to my body that led to the computer input display.

 

She attached a movable strap monitor around my chest, a finger oxygen blood count clamp over my right index finger, and as I waited helplessly began to insert a metallic dildo into my anus.

 

"Just relax," she murmured,"I want you to just go with this and enjoy yourself."

 

She sat beside me in a chair and began to attach something to my penis and balls.

 

I was actually enjoying myself by now, and breathed heavily as she worked her fingers.  She pulled back my foreskin completely and slid a metal ring around the

inner circumference of my glans.  Then she gently isolated my testicles and placed clamps around them,  so as not to create too much pressure.  Each of my balls rested in the small metallic cups but there was no discomfort.

 

Her exotic perfume drifted past my nostrils and I breathed in suddenly, as an erotic pulse passed through my body.

 

"Now Jim, I'm going to put a set of earphones over your ears, and you will hear soft music with subliminal messages playing in the background, but undetectable to your hearing.  All of these elements are necessary to produce complete and accurate results."

 

She put her head down and looked up at my face.  "Are you comfortable Jim?",  she whispered, appearing very concerned about my well being.  "Yes mam," I grunted, "I'm ok."

 

"Good...now, one more item that we must add."  She placed an oxygen mask around my nose and mouth and adjusted it.  I could feel the fresh oxygen laden air flooding around my face and the sensation was quite pleasant.  I breathed heavily and expelled the air, resting in a relaxed state.

 

"Alright Jim, let's begin the test.  This will take about  twenty minutes but is absolutely necessary.  Ok?"

 

"Yes mam."

 

"Now, I'm going to display videos of fifteen different kinds of pornographic material, each one for sixty seconds.  During each kind of porn the machine will do tests on your body automatically.  All you have to do is lay and enjoy.  You will experience a powerful need to ejaculate but I've placed a block on your nerve plexus and you will not be able to ejaculate. This is normal and necessary to the test.  Ok?"

 

"Yes mam."

 

"At the end of the fifteen tests there are five tests consisting of different kinds of submissive porn.  These are also sixty seconds each.  Now do you understand what will be happening to you?"

 

"Yes mam."

 

"I will be back here studying the results on a computer readout so we will not be talking until the tests are over.  When we are finished we'll go back into the other room and you will masturbate and ejaculate for me.  Ok.?"

 

"Yes mam."

 

In a few moments I heard her sit down on a chair and shortly the TV monitor came to life.   A porn video began, and the first bit showed a man masturbating himself.  The view was from overhead and the sensation that of actually being the person masturbating.  A tingling sensation started in my anus and spread to my testicles and to the area around my swollen cock head.

 

First a growing  vibration and then a more intense sensation as the current began to pulse in a rhythmic pattern.  In a few moments I had reached my threshold and felt an ejaculation coming on.  I was humping my hips but could not make it happen.  Another pattern of tingling and electric vibration and then nothing.

 

The next porn sequence started and it was of a man fucking a woman doggie style.  Again the vibration started, grew in intensity, and peaked as I pumped my hips desperately trying to cum.  My balls were becoming hotter by the minute and were feeling more swollen.   Soon the second clip was finished and another started.  This clip was of a pretty woman on her knees sucking a man's cock.  The sensation was becoming unbearable by now and my aching balls tried once again to empty out but without success.

 

I was grunting and moaning and fucking my hips but it didn't help.  I began to sweat from the effort and the next sequence was of two gay men sucking each other's cock.  This really didn't turn me on but the pulsing in my balls and dick made me try to ejaculate again.  I squirmed in and out as the current dropped to nothing once more.

 

I waited patiently as the next clip started.  It was a woman taking a shit.  I wasn't really turned on by that one either but the dam machine was trying to make me cum and I couldn't.

 

The next clip showed the same woman with her soiled asshole in the camera, and I couldn't stop the machines merciless assault on my dick and balls.  My nuts were getting sore by now and I was beginning to think twice about doing the rest of the clips.  Unfortunately I had no choice and the next clip began.  It was of a man eating a woman's pussy and this was a major turn on and my poor balls screamed out for release.  I humped with a fury but was foiled again and my swollen testicles hung helplessly in the grip of the metal clamps.

 

I was sweating profusely by now and my balls were on fire.  I held on for another clip, which was a woman sucking a horse cock, and grunted loudly as I forced my hips inward, feeling the back pressure in my balls expand them even more.

 

I was sure I was not going to be able to take all of this and finally made my feelings known.  "Mam!"  There was no reply.  The next clip came on which was two women eating each other and my balls were trying to spasm but the pressure was only building up and the burning sensation became too much.  "Mam!  Mam!  Please Mam I can't take anymore, please stop."

 

No response again and the next clip was starting already.  It was of a pretty woman sucking cock and getting facialized by several men.  My balls exploded with pleasure and the pressure became unbearable.  "Mam...please Mam....I can't take anymore!  Oh please Dr. La Chote I can't stand it!"

 

Suddenly the screen went blank and  the current stopped.

 

She came around to me and sat on the chair again, and looked under and up at my face.  "You're disappointing me Jim.  I told you we must do fifteen plus the submissive clips.  I was hoping we would get along well." 

 

Her tone crushed me, since she had been so nice up to now, and I began to feel depressed and guilty.  She put her hand on my balls and gently massaged them.

 

"Ok, lets do the five submissive clips and you can have some fun jacking off for me in the other room after that.  How does that sound to you?"

 

I paused for a moment ready to beg her not to finish but caught myself.  I'd had a little break now so I would just force myself to get through the submissive clips.

 

"Yes mam, let's finish the rest."

 

She pulled on my steel hard penis rubbing it expertly with her soft fingers.  We'll make these thirty seconds each, and we'll hope you can tolerate it to finish."

 

"I'm sure this will give the computer enough information to complete the analysis."

 

She continued the tests and the monitor came on once again.  This time it was an attractive woman leading a nude man around by a dog chain.  As the electric pulsing began once more I tensed up as my sore cock was massaged by the relentless device.  I groaned as my balls tried to empty and waited it through again.

 

The next clip showed a man being forced to lick several women's assholes while tied on his knees.  I let the involuntary humping continue as my gonads were brought to the brink once more.

 

I scrunched up my face in pain as the third clip came on...three attractive women pelting a naked submissive man with disgusting  personal insults.  I jerked involuntarily and my balls quivered in pain as they tried to evacuate once again.

 

I shivered from the hurt now and the fourth clip started.   It was of a nude man being used as a house slave and ordered about by a room full of women.  He wound up being used as a footstool.  I wasn't really focusing on it but since it was right in front of my face I let it affect me and I screamed as my poor balls tried to empty again.  Finally the last clip came on and tears rolled from my eyes as I watched two women forcing a tied man to suck cock.

 

I moaned and grunted at the same time and began to shake all over as my red hot nuts tried to ejaculate again.  My balls were swollen twice their size and my penis was crammed and swollen with blood.  The monitor went off and the current stopped.  I lay there bathed in sweat and trembling with pain.

 

Dr. La Chote  came over and began to release all of the connections.  "I'm sorry you had to endure this Jim...these tests are absolutely essential.  I have all the information I need now."  She released the clamps and I slowly got up and stood, almost falling over when I lost my balance.  She put a small towel against my pisshole and as she held my swollen balls in her hand we went into the other room.

 

"Sit please Jim."  I flopped down in the chair and my balls nearly got caught under me.  She sat across from me and pushed the button for a nurse.  This time the other nurse came in and stood near us.  "Yes Dr. La Chote, she chortled."  The nurse had a perfect body and pretty face and that just added more pain to my tender dick and balls.

 

"Bring us a large towel please for a copious ejaculation."  The nurse immediately went back into the other room and came back shortly with the towel.   "Jim, if you'll stand for a moment we can let you release yourself."  I groped my way up and she quickly spread the large beach towel over her lap.

 

"Cindy, go around and hold the end of the towel to catch the semen.  He's going to have a powerful ejection.  Now Jim Cindy and I want you to jack off for us.  Empty out on this towel please."

 

I was so sore and swollen from the tests that I could barely stand the pain from my own stimulation but soon I was whacking off rapidly, and looked back and forth from the Dr. to the nurse as I began to reach my limit, and was not caring that they were watching closely.  I felt my balls explode, but this time a thick, streamer of semen shot out and made a long wet line from the  hands of the nurse holding the towel, to the doctor's lap.  My knees wobbled as I spit out another wad of cum, almost as long as the first.

 

I was grunting like an animal as I looked at the pleased faces of the two women, and the doctor held the towel up off her lap to avoid wetting down her skirt.  I grunted as saliva ran down the corners of my mouth and let out a series of deep moans, squirting seminal fluid with each jerk of my hips. The two were quite satisfied, I could tell, I could hide nothing from them as I spasmed in ecstasy.

 

Soon the spurts came at a slower rate, and I stood over Dr. La Chote's lap forcing out the last drops of liquid from my testicles.  The doctor took the towel and held it to my pisshole and soaked up the last oozing drops of white cream.  She wiped my balls and dick and I took the towel and sat down, holding it against my sore genitals.

 

By now my clothes were available to me again and Eleanor brought them in.  I dressed as Dr. La Chote scribbled on her clipboard and she finished and spoke to me

 

"Jim you have done very well on this first visit, and I was able to  successfully place you in a very deep trance."     I looked at her with a puzzled expression....."Mam, I don't remember being hypnotized."

 

She stood and straightened her skirt.  "Oh but you were Jim, you were.  We will continue with your therapy next time, and explore more fully the results of your tests.  Our appointment will be at the same time tomorrow.  She looked at me seriously,  "Don't jackoff tonight Jim....save it all for tomorrow.   I think perhaps we should explore more fully your relationship with your mother in coming sessions.  Maybe we can begin to restore your full capabilities in having sex."

 

I started to leave the room, but just as I reached the door she spoke again...

 

"Whom do you obey Jim?" , she asked loudly.     The question caught me off guard and I stopped and turned around.  Involuntarily words came from me that seemed to be coming from someone else.  "I......I obey.....you mam."  I could not believe how easily I said that, after only one appointment.  There was something going on here that I couldn't put my finger on and I had a feeling there would be much more to come.

 

Back in my room I fell asleep quickly after supper, and did not awake until morning. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I awoke the next morning I dragged myself from the  bed and took a good long shower.  My appointment was at  two pm and since it was about eleven I had time to  pamper myself and relax.  I could smell ham and eggs and after I dried myself,  put on a bathrobe and opened the food  receptacle. 




It was located on the front wall next to the entrance and had two sliding doors, one  opening from the outside, and one on the inside.  The  food was placed there for the patient's convenience, and  I must admit the flavor of the delicious food was much  better than I'd experienced for a long time.  Eggs, ham,  hash browns, orange juice, buttered toast.  It was a  wonderful meal and I enjoyed every bite of it while  watching TV.




I felt something inside that I couldn't identify, like  some kind of revelation that my whole world was  changing.  Dr. La Chote was unlike any woman I'd ever  met, and I was so intoxicated with her beauty and  sophistication that I could barely wait for my next  session.  In twenty-nine days I would have a whole new  start sexually,  in addition to my payment.  In a sense  I think that this was almost as valuable to me as the money. 




When I got my nuts off in front of the doctor and her  nurse it was the most erotic experience I could  remember, but I dreamed of enjoying a good hot piece of  ass at the first opportunity.  I knew it would take time to heal and renew, however, and I was filled with a  special kind of patience and trust in the extraordinary abilities of the staff here, blissfully knowing what the end result would be.




I slid open another small door on the opposite wall, and placed the tray on the conveyor belt inside.  When I closed the stainless steel cover I could hear the belt moving, taking my tray to wherever the kitchen was.




I looked out of the window and at the woods nearby.  It was actually quite peaceful, but I was sure I would become tired of the view by the time I left here.  The tall electrified fence gave a definite sense of security, but also was a bit intimidating, giving one the feeling of being a prisoner.  Considering where I was, however, I was more than glad to have good security while here, I really didn't care to wander around Tijuana, Mexico anyway.  It was hard telling what one would run into there.  I would be more than glad to return to the US when I'd finished here.




By one forty in the afternoon I was becoming a little bored and when I left the room and headed down the hallway I felt the tingling of butterflies deep in the pit of my stomach, like that experienced before some sordid and highly erotic event. 




I went to the reception desk and checked in, and sat on one of the many comfortable waiting room chairs not far from the counter.  I was trying to suppress a deeply erotic sense of pleasure, and wondered what would transpire today in the packed waiting room.  I couldn't believe the traffic flow through here.  I had passed many patients in the hallway coming over to the other side, some of whom were nude, but  they all seemed happy and eager in whatever direction their particular therapy was taking them.




I once again availed myself of the extensive collection of magazines and periodicals in the well stocked book racks, and became engrossed in an interesting article about celebrities.  It was one fifty now, and soon I would be called for my next strange adventure with Dr. Emily.  My dick was already becoming hard, and I had to do a bit of mental blocking to keep it from becoming obvious to the crowd of patients.




I looked at the front of the reception desk,  wondering if anything would take place there today, but no one appeared, and I read on, engrossed in the magazine story.




Also, as I glanced around the large reception area I spotted the pretty woman who had masturbated for the crowd yesterday.  She was sitting there, head down, hiding in a magazine, and I could tell she had no desire to look at the other patients.  She looked quite embarrassed and reclusive. Some of the other patients noticed her also, and looked down smiling, not wanting to embarrass her further.




Then a few minutes later I glanced at the side door next to the second reception area, and saw it open slowly.  I was a bit shocked when I saw a nude male coming slowly into the room, looking in obvious embarrassment at the large group of people.  He clutched a small towel  in one hand but had nothing on whatever.  Most of the women looked curiously at him, and some of the men.  I was amazed that such a thing was part of the therapy here, and wondered what could be the possible reason for it.




The man was about in his late thirties, and had a strong erection.  I turned away initially, and tried to concentrate on my article, but my curiosity got the better of me in the next few minutes, and I sheepishly watched the unfortunate soul who was standing there quite mortified, at the far end of the reception desk.




Most of the males were not comfortable watching the man, including myself, but it was interesting to look at the women in the area who were gawking intently at him.  He stood there and slowly began stroking off, glancing furtively at the engrossed women.  He was dripping a bit and held the small towel so as to catch the drainage.   He began jacking off rapidly, plainly humiliated very deeply, and as the decadent women watched him, grinning unmercifully, he moved his hand rapidly, gasping and grunting with the effort.




The pretty nurses at the reception desk looked at him from time to time, obviously enjoying the show, but also it was obvious that they had seen it, and many  others like it many times.  He suddenly jerked awkwardly and groaned as he ejaculated onto the thick towel. He continued pumping his hips and groaning as he emptied out and finally stood there looking drained and subdued. Having finished his onerous duty, he looked straight at the amused women as he wiped off his hand and his penis.  Then he quickly exited into the same door and disappeared.




It was over in a few minutes and once again I was profoundly stunned by the antics that went on here at the clinic.  I had accepted this whole situation by now, though, and braced myself to be prepared for most anything.




"Mr. Fanner!"




I jumped up and  followed the nurse into the second reception room.  After waiting a few minutes, I was given my 'medication', and instructed to go to the same room that I had gone to the day before.  The sweet liquid was quite enjoyable, and I wondered if it had any genuinely addictive ingredients.  At this point I suspected that it had, and that I would find many surprises and unusual events here besides the effects of the tasty medication.




I entered the long hallway and walked to the end, rounding the corner and headed toward the far door of the second hallway.  There were no windows inside the building that I could detect, and it appeared to be a sealed enclosure.  I passed the back security door and there appeared to be two separate doors, one outside and an inner anteroom door.  Both appeared to be controlled by an electronic lock requiring a card of some kind.




I opened the last door and started down the hallway, and was met by a man and a woman walking in the opposite direction.  It would have been uncomfortable to speak to them and I averted my eyes and continued on.  I walked to Dr. Emily's area and went in. The two delicious nurses were there, one of them doing paperwork, and the other working on the computer. 




They barely smiled as I entered, but got up and came over to me.  My hardon was raging by now and stuck out noticeably at the front of my pants.  They stood looking curiously at me, their arms folded in front of them.  The one named Eleanor, a dark haired beauty with a perfect ass, spoke first.




"Remove your clothing please, doctor's orders."  I hesitated for just a moment, a little puzzled at this change in procedure but removed my shoes, socks, and shirt, and handed them to the two serious nurses.  I took my pants off and as they watched closely, my shorts.  Once again my hard cock jumped out, springing up and down in a painful way.  Whatever was in the medication was having a very serious effect on my dick, and I was experiencing the most intense erections that I had ever known.




The nurse named Cindy looked at the door to Dr. La Chote's office.  "Go on in, the doctor is waiting for you."  She handed me a small towel...."Don't drip on the doctor's rug," she said quietly,  "Move!"




I was a little irritated at this rude treatment, but opened the door and went inside.  After I closed the door I could see Dr. La Chote sitting on her couch.  I started to walk over to her and was stopped by her words.  She had a serious tone in her voice.  "Jim I really would appreciate your being courteous during our sessions, please ask me first before you come to sit with me."




I was a bit bewildered and my feelings just a bit hurt, but she was right, I must exercise good manners and courtesy while here, after all, I was a guest, and I sure didn't want to antagonize them.




"Yes mam," I said in a low voice, "I apologize."




"Good," she whispered, as she straightened her skirt, "Please sit down."




I sat down carefully on the opposite easy chair again.  It had an absorbent towel covering as before.   She looked intensely at me, moving forward a little.




"Jim, did you jackoff last night or today?"  The medication was hitting me again and I felt a little groggy but still fully awake.   "No mam." 




"Excellent Jim, when you obey my requests you make me happy, and you also  serve the interests of your therapy.  Play with yourself gently, and make your penis totally erect for me."  This was no problem, I couldn't control my raging hardon at this point, and it was literally taking over my whole sense of awareness.




I looked at her absently, feeling more at ease doing this in front of her, and she looked at my privates with a clinical interest.




She got closer to me and stared directly into my eyes.  "What do you want me to say Jim?"




I was puzzled by her question but was feeling very good by now and licked my dry lips as I gazed at her with my full attention.  Her dark hair was shiny and silky, and her bangs hung perfectly over her forehead.  She wore glasses and her pretty face was beginning to consume me even as I sat there.




"I....I'm sorry mam.....I....don't know quite what you mean."




She shifted slightly, her penetrating and beautiful eyes piercing mine.  "Yes you do."




I paused for a few moments, trying desperately to choose the correct response.  The situation here was becoming more demanding with each session, and our dialogue more poignant.  I suddenly discovered that this was not going to be the hot fun and games that I had envisioned originally.




"Tell me what you want me to say Jim."




I was becoming very uncomfortable now and looked at her plaintively, trying to convey to her that I was trying very hard to please her but that her meaning was escaping me now.




She moved close to my face now, her hand up to her chin, as in thought.




"I'll tell you this time, but next time you must tell me what to say."




I was completely baffled now, and looked into her deep blue eyes helplessly, my stone erection dribbling cum on the towel.




"You are my slave Jim.




The moment she said this my mind did a flip flop, and I felt my whole being sucked down a deep tunnel into nothingness.  I could see her face but that was all, and nothing else in the room was obvious to me.  It was a place that had no description, only her wonderful and commanding voice, and the incredible and exotic fragrance of her expensive perfume.




"Deep sleep Jim...deeper and deeper....my voice is the center of your world...you hear only my voice....you obey only my voice.  Every fiber of your being listens to what I say, you can do nothing but obey me...totally, completely, absolutely, you are my slave."




"Yes......I obey.....only you."




Dr. La Chote brought out the secondary hypnotic device, designed by her experts to induce truly deep and consummate hypnotic emersion, the second phase of the hypnotic locking process.  Emily knew that she owned the patient, even at this early stage, but also knew that serious preparation must precede the more drastic phases of the hypnotic conversion technique.




She was feeling her wetness by now, the dampness in her genital area that always accompanied these methods, and let her mind wander briefly into the more carnal aspects of her complete dominion over this slave.  But that would come later.  This patient slave would be doing positively atrocious things to her and others and to himself  in the coming weeks and months, and would never be aware unless she opened his consciousness to it. 




When an entranced slave was suddenly brought to full consciousness,  while in a completely bound and obedient state, during a particularly humiliating or disgusting act, the mortification they felt was severe and profound.




Her sadistic needs were endless and incredibly erotic to her, and she felt no remorse, having developed a very solid rationale inside her compartmentalized mind, that allowed her to victimize others, with emotional impunity.  She knew somewhere inside her though, that this was patently wrong....she was a bad girl, as her parents had often told her, but this mattered little now, she had become absorbed in her trans erotic life, and nothing would change that.




Her colleagues here were out of the same mold, and they reinforced her passionate and nasty techniques and habits.  Some were far worse than her.  Dr. Samantha was in a class by herself...even Emily was awed by her, and her other executive assistant, Dr. Sabrina Sydney.  She had chosen them for their cruelty, and exceptional talent in reducing normal men to pets.




She sat the device in front of Mr. Fander, and turned it on.  The hypnotic transducer sparkled with bursts of soft light,  millions of needles of soothing, almost translucent radiance, and she watched his muscles loosen noticeably.  The intense subliminal audio accompanying this visual display could not be heard but was extremely powerful in itself...and the two packed a double whammy that virtually sealed the unsuspecting victim's fate.  Once past this session, it was all over for the patient.




"Look at the light....the wonderful glistening light....soft soothing, sparkling light.   You are now going to enter an even deeper trance than before, a much much deeper sleep.  You cannot stop it....it rules you....completely....body and soul...and you must sink into the light.  Deep deep sleep....deep deep sleep....into the light....the deepest part of the light....flowing inside...deeper and deeper....you hear and obey only my voice....you must obey my commands completely.....absolutely.....unchangeably.....for all time...you must do my bidding no matter what I command you to do."




"Tell me....what you must do."




"I must obey you always....must do anything....always."




I was completely enveloped in the soft sparkling light now....down, down, down into the light....I had no mind of my own now.....my mind was her voice and her commands.


There was no world here...I was not aware of my existence...only the intense need to obey her voice.  There was nothing left of me....nothing but obedience to her...to her voice.




"I want you to open your eyes now Jim."




Slowly my eyes parted and opened and I stared at her in complete supplication.  She was my world....my only world.




"Now Jim....Eleanor and Cindy are going to take you across the hall to one of our special treatment rooms.  You must obey them exactly as you would obey me, completely and without question....do you understand?"




"Yes....I must obey them."




Her words were perfectly clear to me, and I was bound to do exactly as she said.  Exactly and completely. 




"Get on your knees like a dog," she murmured.




I stood and dropped down at once, kneeling in complete obedience to her.  She took a dog collar from her end table and pushed it into my mouth. 




"Crawl over to the door and wait," she said silently.




I began to walk on all fours toward the door, the collar in my mouth, and it seemed perfectly normal to me, and I had no reservations about it.  She pushed the button and the door opened and the two nurses stood over me.




"Give him the once over," Dr. Emily said, "I want you to have fun with him, enjoy yourselves.  Special treatment room three."  She knew that the two cruel nurses would victimize Jim, and that's what she wanted.  She needed to break his will completely while under hypnosis.  All this was very real to Jim at the moment, but once the session was over, he would remember nothing.  That thought was highly erotic to Emily, and her juices began to flow more vigorously, and she required a trip to the bathroom.




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Eleanor took the dog collar from my mouth and put it around my neck attaching it firmly.  She attached a leash to the collar and pulled me along with her out into the hallway. There were two female patients coming down the hallway and they stopped and stared.   Cindy  slapped my ass as we were moving across the hall to another door.  "Move your butt!," she grunted, and Eleanor yanked my leash hard to pull me into the room.  I was aware of the other women and it was quite humiliating.




They closed and locked the door and pulled me to the center of the room and each sat on comfortable chairs on either side of me.  Eleanor removed the leash and gripped my balls tightly.  I jumped from the pain and she pinched my dick and made me yell again.




"Walk around the room on your hands and knees and come back here!," she yelled.  I was completely at their mercy, still in a deep state of emersion and obedience, and quickly padded around the room on the hard, tiled floor.  I came back and stopped in front of Eleanor, looking meekly at her. 




Eleanor yelled loudly, making me jump in fright...."Did I tell you to stop?,  get your fucking ass moving!"




I slipped and almost fell as I headed around the room again, and moved quickly so as not to displease the irritable nurses.  I went around twice and each time I passed them they smacked my ass or tweaked my dick or balls.  I was becoming winded now, but desperately continued my shameful trek around the floor.  Cindy shrieked as I came near again.  "Stop, and get your fucking face down to the floor!"




I almost ran into her as I skidded to a halt and put my forehead next to the floor surface, leaving my ass in the air and my balls dangling precariously behind me.  She grabbed my hair and held my head down as Eleanor gripped my hanging nuts and squeezed painfully.  I grunted in pain and trembled as Cindy pushed down on my head.




"Lick the fucking floor you worthless bastard, lick the whole floor!"




I was so afraid that I began to lap eagerly at the linoleum surface.  As Eleanor tweaked my balls I licked the floor up and down again lapping every inch that I possibly could.  I could taste the floor wax and pieces of dirt and grit collected on my tongue.




A deep sense of shame gripped me but I could do nothing.




"Swallow it!", Cindy spat,  "swallow the fucking dirt!"  I did exactly as she said and gulped the dusty residue and ate it down as I looked up in fear at Cindy.  I was terrified now and felt that Dr. La Chote would punish me because of my poor performance.




"Lick my fucking shoe clean!", you chickenshit bastard, eat the dirt off the bottom of my shoe!"




She stuck the bottom surface of her shoes in my face and I eagerly licked every inch clean and ate the gritty covering.  After I had cleaned her shoe soles Eleanor held my balls and allowed me to clean the bottom of her shoes also.  My face was a bit dirty now and my mouth full of grit and grime but  I ate it all and kneeled in shame as the two laughed at me. 




Eleanor and Cindy felt contempt for each patient slave, they lived to torment subservient men, and became quite aroused while doing this.




She got up and pulled a small saddle from a bench nearby.  She put it on me and fastened the cinch so that it clung tightly.  She sat on my back in the saddle and Cindy put a bridle in my mouth.  Her weight pushed down heavily on me and she pulled upward on the bridle causing a sharp pain in my jaws.




"Giddy up you worthless piece of shit!, get moving!"




I strained heavily and managed to carry her around the room a few times as she pulled painfully on the stirrups.   I was completely out of breath and she whipped my ass with the  straps.  I yelled as she lashed me and stumbled around on all fours trying desperately not to fall. 




"Now whiny like a horse you ignorant cocksucker, let me hear you!"




I tried but couldn't make a sound at first, and she  lashed me again and I screamed in pain.  I began to neigh loudly and continued until I could barely make a sound.  Again and again they forced me around the room  as they laughed at me.  Their laughter was genuine,  they were truly enjoying this.  Finally they stopped and took the saddle off.  They removed the bridle and put the leash back on, and opened the door, leading me out into the hallway again.




We crossed over to the other side and went into the small reception area to Dr. La Chote's office.   I was sweating and panting as they opened  Dr. La Chote's door.




They led me inside and Dr. Emily stood there with her hands on her hips looking down at me with a satisfied look on her face. 




"Take his leash and collar off and leave us," she said, barely moving her lips.




When the door closed I knelt there with my head hanging down, still winded from my treatment.  I looked up briefly and saw another woman sitting in the easy chair that I had been using.




"Follow me," she said, walking over to her couch.  She sat down and I padded over and stopped in front of them, still panting.  "This is Dr. Samantha Jones, she is my associate partner, and we need to talk to you for a few moments."




"Did you learn something from your session with Eleanor and Cindy?," she said, looking at Dr. Jones, and then to me.




"Yes mam.....I....I....licked the floor."




"You licked the floor?"




"Yes mam!"




Dr. Samantha Jones smiled mischievously at Dr. La Chote.




"You should lick the floor because that is what you're suited for Jim.   Come over and  kneel in front of Dr. Samantha facing me, and spread your legs."




I got down and crawled on my sore knees and positioned myself in front of the very pretty Dr. Samantha, my rear open to her and legs spread.  She had a pair of surgical gloves on and lubricated her finger.   She slowly rubbed her finger around my asshole and forced it  all the way in to the hilt.  She slid it in and out slowly, speaking to me.




Dr. Samantha's voice was low and sexy...




"Jack off  for us Jim....jack off but don't ejaculate yet."




As Dr. Samantha slowly worked her finger around inside me and massaged my balls Dr. Emily questioned me.  "Do not ejaculate Jim until we tell you to, is that clear?"




"Yes."




"You will pay total attention to what I am about to say and will absorb and believe every word completely.  Is that clear Jim?"




She pulled up lightly on my hair looking into my eyes.




"You are a worthless slave Jim....do you understand?"




"Yes mam."




"Look at me."




"You are good only for serving other people."




"Yes."




I stroked off, moving my hand evenly up and down my rock hard penis as she spoke.




"You are a lowlife Jim."




"Yes."




"You were born to be a dirty groveling scum Jim."




"Yes."




My sense of self esteem dropped abysmally at that point, and I let her words rule me, feeling a hopeless emotion that is hard to describe. 




"You are  absurd and ridiculous and people should make fun of you Jim."




"Yes."




"You stink and need a bath Jim."




"Yes."




"You are a joke and must serve everyone around you."




"Yes mam."




"You smell and are disgusting to be around Jim."




"Yes."




"Dr. Samantha and I  laugh when we talk about you."




"Yes."




"You are a living pile of shit Jim."




"Yes mam."




I sank to the lowest level I had ever experienced....nothing could describe my consummate shame and degradation.




Dr. Samantha pulled on my swollen balls and massaged my prostate gland expertly.




Dr. Emily leaned in and held my nose closed. 




"Masturbate and ejaculate now Jim."




I began to move my hand rapidly as Dr. La Chote spoke to me, and Dr. Samantha's overpowering ministrations forced me over the edge very soon.  I was gasping for breath as I jerked off and snorted loudly as I squirted a thick, viscous wad of seminal fluid all over the large towel.




Dr. Emily continued to hold my nose as I looked at her and ejaculated, humping my hips in and out, and snorting for breath.  Just as I began to slow my jerking motion, spitting less fluid with each grunt,  Dr. Emily forced her finger in my mouth and touched the back of my throat gagging me.




I was still oozing cum as Dr. Emily held me by the ear.




"You pathetic pig...you enjoyed what we were doing to you while you jacked off didn't you?  I am disgusted by you Jim.  She looked deeply into my eyes with total contempt, and my inner feelings were wounded in a very real way that I had never imagined possible.  I was completely devastated.




"Yes mam."




I was almost in tears as Dr. Samantha wiped my dick and balls off and I  knelt on my haunches looking pathetically at Dr. La Chote.




Dr. Jones slapped my ass and grabbed my hair.  She pulled me around so that I was still kneeling and facing her.




"You seem to be uncooperative Mr. Fander...I am not pleased by that.  The beautiful and curvacious doctor put her face close to mine.  I am going to have to teach you true humility when you come into my area.  You are going to meet my good nursing assistants, and they, and I, will make you very sorry for your disobedience.




I was crushed, and just kneeled there looking at her in complete supplication. 




"Please, I want to serve you."




She slapped me lightly.




"Don't lie to me Mr. Fander....I have ways to make you regret it."




I was terrified.  Anything I said or did meant nothing.  Mentally I had nowhere to go.






Dr. Jones got up to leave...."Emily I have two patients I need to discuss with you at your earliest convenience."




"Dr. La Chote stood and they walked to the door between their offices.  Alright I'll meet with you tomorrow morning about ten."




Dr. Jones left and Emily sat again.  "Sit down on the chair Jim."




I flopped down from exhaustion and looked at her in shame.




"Now Jim....I'm going to count backwards from ten, and when I reach one you will be fully awake.  You will remember absolutely nothing of your hypnotic session today and will feel very refreshed and renewed.  Each time I put you into a trance it will be stronger and deeper.  You are totally  unable to disobey me now, and that is irreversible.  You will obey absolutely any command I give to you, anytime.  Do you understand me?




"Yes, yes, yes....oh I want to please you."




When you awaken you will feel deep shame  inside your mind, deep unconscious shame, but you will not understand why or remember anything about your hypnotic sessions.  Is that clear?"




"Yes mam."




"You will always be able to produce an extreme erection in my presence, is that clear?"




"You will be able to have sexual intercourse normally during our future meetings.  You will be able to fuck normally, is that clear."




"Yes mam."




"Ten, nine, you're beginning to wake up....eight seven....slowly coming awake....six five....more and more awake....four three....almost awake....two one....you are completely awake now."




I opened my eyes and looked at the severely pretty woman and felt an intense emotion toward her.  I was convinced that I would do absolutely anything for her....I couldn't really comprehend what was happening to me but...I knew it was far beyond my control.  I wanted to fuck Dr. Emily but such a thought was absurd,  she was my....master....why did I think that....I....didn't know, but I couldn't control myself in her presence and was fawning and obsequious in my manner toward her.




"Tomorrow....same time Jim....I don't have to tell you not masturbate between now and then.  You're progressing very well, and I was able to take you into a very deep trance today.  You're healing quite well."




"Yes mam."  I had no recollection at all of a hypnotic trance, and was beginning to think the whole thing was a farce.  Why would they lie to me.  And why did I have dirt in my mouth?  My feelings toward Dr. Emily were becoming obsessive, oh how I wanted to eat her cunt.  But such a thing was ridiculous.




I retrieved my clothing from the nurses, dressed,  and walked back to the reception area and went to the other building.  I felt very well, but there were peculiar feelings inside me when I was in the presence of women now.  Deep sinking feelings of dread.  I put it out of my mind and was consumed with thinking about fucking Dr. Emily and her nurses,  Eleanor and Cindy.  Oh how I wanted to fuck them all.  I wondered if they would consider me worthy of them, professionals and all.  I wondered if I could ever actually fuck them.  Probably not.  My problem was not something that could change quickly.  My fantasy life took off like a rocket, and it was becoming more and more difficult not to jack off while in my room.   




I went into my quarters and lay down for a nap.  I'd learned that there were group meetings of various kinds for the patients here.  To learn more about medical procedures and other things concerning sexual mental health, but I was simply exhausted now, and as I drifted off to sleep I wondered how I had developed several welts on my ass.  Some kind of rash or skin eruption I supposed.  Around here one had to expect anything.  It was a strange world indeed.




I looked forward to my next session, where I could look at Dr. Emily's ass again, and Eleanor, and Cindy, and dream.





















































For the next several days I continued my strange routine  here,  and was gradually sinking into some kind of  psychological morass that I couldn't really identify.  Dr.  La Chote's nurses were becoming more and more demanding  and insulting, and the only thing I remembered was my  entry into the office, the brief discussion with the  doctor, and my departure afterward.




The funky odors I smelled after my visits became more  pronounced, and I was obliged to shower and wash my face  thoroughly to remove them.  Along with strange welts and  rashes, I detected more grit in my mouth and other  unidentifiable substances, and I had no doubt that  something unpleasant was going on during my blank periods,  and it was unsettling to me, but I had no choice but to trust in Dr. La Chote's unconventional methods. 




I was in awe of the nurses and Dr. La Chote, and I made  every attempt to do exactly as I was ordered.  This had  actually become natural to me, as though it had always  been that way. I stripped off in the doctor's reception  area, and once inside her office crawled on all fours over  to her to do whatever she wanted. I couldn't control  myself now, and jumped automatically at every request.




I couldn't really understand why my sessions were being conducted while I was nude on my knees....but it seemed perfectly acceptable to me....I just knew it was the way things should be.  My rational thought processes had changed...and I noticed that I was not the same person who had come here so recently, and I didn't really.....care.




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On my tenth day here I awoke and showered, and enjoyed a  good breakfast. I had selected from the extensive menu a  week in advance, and my meals were delivered to me   promptly each day along with several tablets as part of my  medication schedule.




I noticed that I was beginning to experience a unique  mellowness, no doubt from the drugs, and over time, my  anxiety was slowly beginning to leave, replaced by a  feeling of acceptance and contentment.




I had been told by the receptionist that I was now being  scheduled for two appointments each day, the primary  session with Dr. La Chote and one other, to be at an undisclosed  location.  I was puzzled by this since Dr. La Chote had  not mentioned it, but accepted what I was told to do as a matter of course now.  By now I was hanging on every word  of the receptionist staff,  the female security officers,  and every other woman with whom I had contact.




My appointment with Dr. La Chote was at twelve in the afternoon this time, and I headed to the reception area  feeling refreshed and alert.  After checking in I selected a good magazine from the rack and sat, glancing briefly around the crowded room. I spotted a few of the  unfortunate individuals who had masturbated for everyone  in the past several days, and made it a point not to  stare,  or look down on them. 




It was eleven forty in the morning now and I was scheduled  for appointments at twelve, and four.  I had no idea what  this would involve but I knew I must follow whatever schedule was given me to comply with the requirements of  my contract here. I could tolerate most anything for the sum of money I would receive, and for the supposed  improvement and healing of my sexual problems.




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It was eleven forty five, and as I became absorbed in a  good magazine article I experienced a weird numbness and  spinning sensation, I looked up and around the seating  area.  My head seemed light and fuzzy and I suddenly stood and placed the magazine on the end table nearby.  My  movements were inexplicable to me, and it was as if my  body was in the grip of some outside force.




At first it frightened me but in a moment I calmed and  knew what I must do.  I walked up to the reception desk and looked quickly at the pretty nurses there, then moved  to the side area where the nude patients appeared each  day.  The nurses only glanced at me, and did not seem surprised at my actions. 




I was dumbfounded by now, and could not for the life of me figure out what I was doing up here. I had no control...some other force took over and was now dictating my  movements.  Some of the waiting patients began to look at  me, and I stared at them confused and embarrassed.  To my horror I began to remove my shoes and socks, and the  dominating influence holding my will was forcing me to it.




A large portion of the females in the seating area were staring intently at me, and I could not look away as I removed my shirt and dropped it on the towel below.  The  panic I felt originally had gone now and I resigned myself  to what I had no control over.  The feeling of  embarrassment that I felt, however,  was palpable, and as  I unbuckled my pants and removed them,  I shivered with  humiliation.




By now I had an intense erection, and it stuck out,  forcing my tight shorts away from me.




As I stared with mortified acceptance I pulled my shorts down and off and dropped them beside me.  I stood there in  horror as one of the receptionists came and handed me a small towel.  She looked at me with veiled amusement, and I awkwardly held it beneath my penis as cum dripped onto  it.




I stared in utter shock at the women ogling me and began to stroke my dick slowly, pinching the base of it to make it stand out rock hard.  I was breathing more heavily by now and began to jack off forcefully as the whole room  looked at me.  The faces of the males were, for the most part, fairly expressionless, except for a few who were enjoying the outrageous degradation, and I focused on the many women who were enjoying my complete humiliation. 




I grunted involuntarily, glancing sideways to the receptionist nurses and a female security guard nearby as I stoked off, and soon my hips began to move uncontrollably in a humping motion from my extreme  arousal.  I was so horny now that I began to pant and  jacked my dick off with a vengeance.  I was mortified  beyond description at this point and the helplessness I felt was indescribable.  I felt a powerful orgasm coming on and suddenly I jerked and spat out a great discharge of  thick semen, unable to raise the towel in time to capture  it.




The thick cum squirted out in front of me as I pumped my hips in ecstasy, the result of a pile driving orgasm that reduced me to a drooling, yelping animal as the enormous volume of seminal fluid was expelled from inside my  swollen balls.  I couldn't stop ejecting, and the women  were obviously enjoying the obscene show as the last drops of cum spit out from my rock hard dick.  I had managed to stop some of the fluid but there was a mess in front of me and as I wiped my spent cock a security guard came up to me.




"Would you please wipe the floor before you go?, she said,  professionally, "the janitor will take care of the rest."




I looked at her, shaking with humiliation, and nodded blankly.  I dropped to my knees and wiped the floor off the best I could, and when I had cleaned the wet spots away I stood again and looked at the other patients.  One  of the women was blowing me kisses in mockery, and I stood and looked at each one in shame.




One of the receptionists told me to carry my clothes with me to my appointment, and soon I had scooped up everything and scurried to the nurse waiting at the entrance to the second reception area.


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I started to enter but the nurse shook her head back and forth with a frown and pointed to another door a few feet  away.  I quickly went inside and this brought me into the hallway leading to Dr. La Chote's office,  but at the  opposite end from where I normally entered.




I was quite agitated and fearful of the doctor's anger.  I  braced myself and went inside and closed the door.  The  doctor's reception area was empty....apparently the nurses were busy in another room.  I stood there shivering and the dread made my stomach become a little queasy.  I  waited for a least five minutes and my anxiety level was rising quickly.




The door to the nurses private area opened, and Eleanor and Cindy walked in  grinning widely as they surrounded  me.  Cindy took my clothes as Eleanor grabbed my limp pecker and kneaded it painfully.  She separated my balls  and squeezed them and I jumped in pain.




"Have you been a nasty boy?," she whispered, jacking my cock a bit as she fondled my nuts.  I was terrified by now that I had done something unthinkable and trembled with dread. 




"Up front....I couldn't help it....I just.....they made me  clean it up."




"They made you clean up the floor Jim....did you make a  mess?"  They laughed again enjoying the moment at my  expense.




"That was a post hypnotic suggestion Jim....you're going  to experience a lot of them during the time you're here....that was nothing, believe me."




The two laughed out loud as Cindy prepared a hypodermic  syringe.  She held a vial up and pierced the rubber cover  with the needle and filled about half the volume with a  clear liquid.




As Eleanor continued to massage my balls and cock Cindy cleaned my hip with an alcohol swab and pinched the skin.   She shoved the needle in deeply,  and pushed the plunger, emptying the contents in a few seconds.  There was a sharp sting as she rubbed the spot, and I felt a warmth that spread throughout my body quickly .




"This will help you to become more compliant Jim, you want  that don't you?"




I nodded quickly, stuttering as I tried to please them.   "Yes mam....yes mam!"




Cindy slapped my ass hard...."That's right dipshit, nod  your head you fucking wimpy piece of crap!"




"Now get your ass in there and don't drip!"




I immediately felt a strange fog in my mind, but it was an incredibly satisfying sensation, and I shook it off.




I entered Dr. La Chote's office and she and another woman sat looking at me.  I dried my pisshole thoroughly,  dropped immediately to my knees, and crawled over to them.   I kneeled there with my head down waiting humbly.




Dr. La Chote sipped from a cup near her as she looked at  the other woman. 




"What did you do in the reception area Jim?, she  whispered, as she sat there looking seriously at me.  The  other woman displayed no emotion, but shifted slightly as  they waited for my answer.




I trembled as I looked up at them and the full impact of  what I was doing hit me....I had come here to participate  in sex therapy research and now I was kneeling before my doctors, dreading their wrath, having just masturbated  before a roomful of other patients in the reception area.   I just couldn't believe what had been happening to me, and looked at them in desperation, and confusion.




Dr. Emily was angry and it was not my fault.  But how  could it not be.




"Jim this is Dr. Sabrina Sidney, and she is another of my  associates.  I'm afraid we must educate you now in a  manner you will find quite painful.  I told you never to jackoff before an appointment didn't I?"




"Please I....I couldn't...help..."




Dr. Emily motioned for me to come over to her.  I moved in silently, and stopped right in front of her.  She was exquisitely attractive, and her tight gray business suit accentuated her well formed figure.  She looked into my eyes holding my chin in her hand.




"Tell me what to say Jim."




I felt an electric shiver run through my body, and I started to speak, but could not verbalize my thoughts. 




Once again I felt the hopeless lack of understanding I had experienced at the beginning of our last session.




"Tell you...." 




She stared into my eyes and I could detect a muskyness, a fragrance mixed in with the dreamy scent of her perfume.  It was a funky sexual fragrance, and I knew it came from her womanhood.




I opened my mouth and paused....then felt words coming from somewhere...they poured out of me like gallons of thick cream.




I could not stop myself.




"Tell me....I....am....your.....slave."




She moved within a few inches of my face.




"You must beg me Jim....is this what you really want?"




Everything came unglued, and I shook, and my lips quivered as her eyes released all the erotic substance in my soul....




"Tell me.. I am....your slave....mam....please...oh please"




She moved back and licked her wonderful ruby stained lips....




"You are my dirty filthy, worthless slave James Fander...you crawl before me to worship me, and kiss the ground I walk on."




I quivered and felt myself falling again...and my head drifted away as I moved into a bottomless hypnotic pit.  I  looked at her with full attention, and nothing else existed.




"Oh yes mam...oh mam"....I dropped down and kissed her feet as the other doctor smiled silently.


"You belong to both of us Jim,  I have given you to Dr. Sidney also, and you will obey her as you do me.   You are the slave of all the doctors and nurses here, and when they call you slave, you will fall into a deep trance, ready to  serve and obey completely."




I nodded at her....and my speech was thick as I spoke.




"Yes....Yes....I am a slave....to all the doctors and nurses  here... oh mam!"  Again I kissed her feet as she looked down me.




Dr. Emily rose and walked to the testing room, and stood  holding the door open.




"Come in here Jim."




I quickly padded over on my knees and Dr. Sidney followed.




I crawled into the room and Dr. Emily motioned for me to  get onto an examination table.  I stood and mounted the table and lay on my back.




"Scoot down further and put your legs in these stirrups  please Jim".




I did so without a moment's hesitation since this was what  I was made for, to obey them.




I spread my legs widely as they were placed in the metal stirrup holders, and Dr. Emily put a soft pad under my  hips so that my genitals and anus were elevated and  exposed.




Dr. Sidney pulled over a stainless steel rolling cart filled with instruments as Dr. Emily fastened my ankles and legs with straps.  She strapped down my arms and  wrists, and chest so that I was completely immobile.




"We are going to punish you now Jim for disobedience, and I want you to remember this well and take it to heart."




I was quite aware of what was happening to me now and the  realization hit me.   "Please no....I never will do it again...please."   I vowed never to disobey Dr. Emily or  anyone here ever again.




"I'm afraid it's too late for that Jim...I am going to imprint on you the absolute need to do exactly as you are  told to do, without the slightest hesitation."




Dr. Sidney gripped my penis tightly and pulled it upward.   My limp cock stretched dramatically as she picked up a hypodermic syringe and put it down between my legs.  She  swabbed an area at the base of my cock with alcohol, and slowly inserted the needle into the side piercing deep inside the corpus cavernosum.  It stung like fire and I pulled involuntarily against the straps.




She injected the contents of the syringe and pulled it out, pinching the spot tightly for a few minutes.  Soon I  began to develop an intense erection, and she flipped and stoked my penis until it was rock hard and bobbing up and  down painfully.




The skin on the head of my cock was stretched tightly over my glans, and Dr. Emily flipped it also, making it spring uncomfortably.  Dr. Sidney picked up a long metal probe  and held my pisshole open as Dr. Emily smeared some kind of cream into my urethral opening.  It stung and Dr. Sidney gripped my cock tightly with one hand as she slowly inserted the cold metal rod into my most intimate hole. 




I was shaking from the pain and Dr. Emily gripped my jaws  and forced a rubber breathing aid into my mouth.  It had an indentation to bite into, and she pulled my lips down firmly over the end.  "Bite down please Jim," she  whispered, as she pulled a strap around the back of my head and tightened it.




There was a wide breathing tube protruding from the end that allowed plenty of air to enter as needed.




I jerked in pain as Dr. Sidney continued twisting the shiny probe into my dick, and soon it was imbedded deeply inside my super erect member.  My penis bobbed and the metal rod with it as Dr. Sidney picked up another object and slid it over my penis.  It was a metal cylinder and it glided down tightly, enveloping my entire cock.




She then attached electric wires, one to the end of the  probe, and one to the cylinder so that there was complete and intimate contact, and current could pass unhindered from one to the other throughout the entire length of my  erect penis.




Dr. Emily looked at me as she smeared her finger with a clear grease and slid it expertly all the way up my asshole.  She moved her finger around widening my anus and stretching it and then slid two fingers inside me, pulling brutally on my anal sphincter.  I looked at her in pain  as my eyes widened and she slowly stretched my rear hole  wider and wider. 




The pain was intense as I grunted and gasped, forcing the air through the rubber gag into my lungs.  She then pulled her fingers out and picked up a large metal dildo and began to imbed it into my raw anal opening.


My eyes bulged out in agony as she looked at me and  pushed her whole weight against the dildo and shoved it  further and further up my ass.




I was struggling against the tight straps but was completely helpless against her actions.  She attached wires to the end of the metal anal probe and then began to work on my balls.  She gripped them and pinched them as she looked in my eyes, obviously enjoying my pain.  She pulled them apart forcefully and encased them in a strange looking metal device, then turned a lever, stretching them widely. As my eyes teared over from the pain she attached an electric wire and adjusted the cruel gadget to it's widest point,  making me pull desperately against the tight straps.




She put her face close to mine and smoothed over my hair.   I stared at her in disbelief and terror as she spoke. 




"You will crawl, and plead, and beg, and obey.  You are nothing!  You are my slave, you are everyone's slave....you are pathetic, and weak, and dirty, and  useless, and now we will burn those thoughts into your tiny brain!"




Dr. Sidney began to turn the knob on a control panel on  the cart, and a sharp fire bit into my most tender area.  The pain rose and soon my whole penis was burning  with an intense electric current.  The agonizing  electron flow pulsed through my asshole and balls, and I jumped upward against the restraints, shrieking from the pain.




Dr. Sidney looked closely at my face as she slowly raised the current level, and as I jerked and grunted against my bonds she began to run the voltage up momentarily until I screamed,  then down again, to give me short bursts of agony, and short reprieves from the excruciating torture.




I jumped and squirmed against the bonds and shook my head  from the excruciatingly sharp fire inside my dick.  I had never experienced anything like it and I jerked and convulsed as her torture pounded me.  Her face was calm and heartless and she appeared to be on the verge of an orgasm.




Dr. Emily gripped my jaws and pulled my face over to her as she looked into my bulging eyes....




"Feel the pain you lowlife wretch...you can't stop it!   Squirm you ignorant piece of shit.....come on, scream for  us!  That's it you dirty slave....you are a slave...a  worthless effeminate slave." 




I was in a paroxysm of agony as I gritted my teeth against the hard rubber and Dr. Emily's words enhanced the  pain as she insulted me.




"You will lick my rear and you will kiss my ass and you  will worship me at my feet you sad,  cowardly rat.  Scream for me you piece of horse shit....scream for me."




I was shaking uncontrollably now and passed out as she spit her venom at me.




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When I awoke I was sitting on the comfortable chair in her  office across from her.  I felt relaxed,  but this time I  also felt a rawness in my lower area.  Truthfully though it was more like a deep ache than anything.  I was so entranced by her now that I felt honored to be in her supreme presence.  I actually worshipped her.  I didn't want to leave her after our appointment.




"We had a very productive session this time Jim, and I'm  convinced that you are going to experience a complete  healing of your sexual impairments in the coming weeks.  You will begin to have occasional blank periods of memory, but this is normal during the process.  "You are scheduled for another appointment today Jim," she  breathed quietly, you must be on time and do exactly as instructed, is that clear?"




"Is there something you want to do before you leave today  Jim?"  She slipped off her half heels and looked expectantly at me.




An erotic feeling gripped me that was overpowering, and I  licked my lips and gazed at her feet.  I dropped to my knees and bent down to put my nose against her bare toes.  I smelled them and moved my nose back and forth savoring the odor.  My tongue shot out and I began licking between her spread digits, and went into a frenzy, sucking each toe clean and lapping every inch of her bare feet.




The wonderful salty flavor and smell drove me on, and I cleaned them thoroughly.  As I sucked her every toe I  looked up at her in supplication, honored to be performing  such a task for her.




After a few minutes she pinched my ear...."Jack off and  cum," she said, as she moved her toes up and down,  "make  your mess and leave."




She looked at me as I stroked off, and was enjoying my pathetic efforts greatly.  I beat off in a frenzy, groaning as I lapped, eating the residue from between all of her toes.




I stared at her with glazed eyes as I felt my orgasm coming on.  As I began to expel my load on the towel I grunted, and she pushed her toes deeply into my mouth as I sucked on them.  I jerked wildly spitting a very thick wad of fresh seminal discharge, and my eyes rolled back as she looked down at me as though I  were a bug.  She was quite gratified by my discomfort.




"You've taken liberties with my patience again Jim...you must ask me for the privilege of servicing my body in the future...is that clear?"




As I licked my lips I nodded stupidly at her, bobbing my head up and down.




"Now get your ass out of here, and don't forget your next appointment."




I was stunned by this rejection, and my self esteem  dropped to zero in an instant.  I plodded sadly to the door on my knees, crushed by this unexpected rebuke.




Just as I reached the door she gave me one final thought  for me to ponder until next time.




"Jim, this is something I should not have to mention, but I would prefer that you take a bath before coming here.   Your odor is objectionable to me, and my nurses have  mentioned this to me several times. Do you understand?"




I nodded with deep humiliation as she spoke.




"Yes mam."




"I'm sure you can take care of your personal hygiene  before future visits."




"I'm sorry mam, yes I will."




I always showered before coming here but maybe I didn't.  That didn't seem to matter.  I was happy to resign myself to any  negative comments given me.




I dressed and left, the two nurses still taunting me, and  it was obvious to me that my mind was going through some kind of strange adjustment.  I didn't even try to think about my hypnotic sessions anymore...I had enough to deal  with consciously.  I was slowly becoming a submissive robot to everyone around me, and especially women.




I went back to my room and didn't even glance at the office personnel as I passed.  I needed sleep, and still had almost two hours before my next appointment.  I didn't  know what that would consist of,  and didn't want to think  about it.  I ate my meal and turned down the bed.




I set the alarm and as I drifted off to rest I pondered the perplexing events that had taken place in only ten days.  It was becoming too much for me, and parts of me began to shut down intellectually in response to the increasing assault on my inner mind.




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I awoke at the alarm, and washed my face in the bathroom sink.  I was still a bit groggy, even more so than usual,  but I felt very good inside, and my anxiety level was much lower than before. 




I checked in at the reception desk and sat for a short time in the seating area.  I could detect several of the women looking at me.  I was still very sensitive about my masturbation show, and just wanted to forget about it.  After all, many of the patients had experienced this also, so I wasn't alone in this.




"Mr. Fander."




I got up quickly and the nurse led me to a door  near the one into the secondary reception area.  There was no medication this time and the nurse led me down the long hallway on the other side of the central office complex where Dr. La Chote's office was located.  We stopped at the second door on the right and went inside.  There was an ante room with seating and the nurse left me there.




I waited for several minutes and busied myself with a magazine.  I was feeling butterflies inside due to the unknown nature of my appointment, and when the door opened I jumped a bit,  and looked at a very pretty blond haired nurse in a gleaming white nurses uniform.  She had a very nice smile and stood a few feet away as she wiped her hands on a small towel.




"Mr. Fander, I presume,"  she smiled,  "I'm so happy to meet you, come inside and I'll explain the nature of your appointment here." 




Sandy Elam was one of two nurses who ran the Forced and Intensified Masturbation Research Area.   The other was Elke Funker an attractive brown haired beauty, and together they did indepth research on all of the elements of the act of masturbation, by males, and females.




The comprehensive data they collected daily was added to the international information base developed by UIHST concerning masturbation, and aided the organization to more deeply and comprehensively heal and manipulate the worldwide patient listing.




Sandy and Elke were experts on the subject of masturbation, and had facilitated the extraction and ejaculation of gallons of reproductive cream over the course of several years.  Truthfully, they were both sadistic and efficient in their own way, and patients who were being molded in Dr. La Chote's covert program received special attention.  They loved their work with a passion, and lived to humiliate and milk the patients.  It was the only thing that they were interested in, about their lives, and they spent most of their time in their well equipped work space.




Every possible nuance of the patient's masturbation activities were videotaped, photographed, imprinted in computer programs, and described by volunteer observation viewers chosen from among the center's general population.  In addition the masturbation sessions were shown on the internet on a special porn site, so that the tens of thousands of viewers could interact and add their own opinion electronically of the masturbator's unique self gratification habits.




Nothing was hidden from the observers so that the patient was peeled open to full view, and had every secret exposed. 




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We entered a large room filled with many unusual kinds of fixtures, instruments, and examination tables...and there were refrigerated storage units along one section of the wall,  presumably for the analysis of male and female ejaculation fluids. 




The room contained many separate cubicles to service the large quantity of patients in the center, and many of them were being used right now as evidenced by the sounds of ecstatic grunts and groans echoing throughout the room.




Sandra led me into a separate office next to the main area and closed the door.   She sat me down on a chair next to a very elaborate treatment table.  The surface was covered with thick vinyl and the periphery of the surface contained many kinds of stainless steel appendages and strapping fasteners.  She sat in a chair opposite me and explained further what I would be doing here during appointments.




"Mr. Fander, the purpose of our facility here is to study masturbation in male and female patients.  Sometimes you will masturbate yourself, sometimes we will masturbate you, and other times you will be masturbated mechanically.  As you can see the special table is set up for many kinds of things, all involving erotic manipulation of the patients."




"I know that you have ejaculated twice today already, so we will proceed with that in mind.  You will be observed and graded by volunteers from the general patient population here, and Elke and myself will be observing you closely also.  In addition your basal physiological responses will be monitored by electronic contacts on various parts of your body."




"Something else that you should know is that your masturbation events will be observed online on our special porn site so that thousands of viewers will watch you and note their comments electronically on the computer servers.  All of this information is collected in our mainframe and a readout is produced listing all data."




She smiled softly at me..."Now I don't want you to be embarrassed or ashamed to jackoff for us....we know how good it feels and our observers are quite aware of this, of course."  She took out a small bottle and removed the dropper inside.  She picked up a few drops of the green liquid and held it to my face.




"I want you to swallow this now, so that we can begin our session." 




She placed two drops on my tongue and it tasted a little bitter, but I quickly swallowed it.




Her nurses uniform was tight against her perfect ass and her  titties were a wonderful sight to behold.  She had a cute face and smile, which was very stimulating to me. 




She leaned forward to me holding her clip board on her knees.  "Now Mr. Fander, listen closely to me.....you are my slave, my complete slave."




I fell into the familiar mindless abyss, and soon I could see only her, and her every word was sacred to me.....I gave her my entire self....and adored every word she spoke.  I was her slave, and my obedience to her was endless, and complete.




"Now you ignorant cocksucker, you will obey my every command absolutely to the letter....is that clear?"




"Yes....obey your every command....I....will obey."




She left the room and came back with several women who were volunteers. They sat around us on chairs and waited for the nurse. 




"Strip your clothes off and sit on the table against the incline."




I quickly removed my shoes, socks, pants, shirt, and finally my shorts, and sat on the towel covering the table.  My penis was becoming hard again,  it hadn't actually gone down fully since my last appointment with Dr. La Chote.  I'd had a semi hardon since then that I couldn't quite explain.




The drug began to take effect and I squirmed on the table as my erection exploded, and my cock was bobbing up and down uncontrollably.  An intense sexual charge hit me and I went into orbit as the amused women watched.  The nurse pushed my ankles back and strapped them so that I was spread wide open and my balls hung loosely on the soft towel.




She took a thin dildo and turned it on, moving it closely to my anus.  Then she dipped into a jar and applied a thick lubricant around my puckered butthole.  She deftly moved her finger around the sphincter and shoved it in deeply, moving it around inside.




"Hmmmm.....tight asshole!," she breathed as she fingered me.  She pulled her finger out and slid the vibrating dildo in to the hilt.  There was a computer camera right in front of me, elevated above the table, and she pushed several buttons on a computer keyboard nearby. 




"Smile, asswipe, you are on candid camera!"




The women moved in closely.  Each had a clipboard and notepad to take notes.  They had obviously done this many times and  enjoyed it greatly,  as well as the antics of the nurses.




She leaned in again and spoke slowly.




"Ok you pathetic piece of shit...play with your dick for us."




I looked at her in supplication, and immediately grabbed my stiff member and began to stoke it and play with it.




"You are alone in your room jacking off to a real nasty video and you feel very relaxed and at ease."




"You are extremely horny, more than you've been in your life and you must satisfy your craving.  Play with your balls too shithead."




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I was alone now, in my own room, comfortably jacking off to some hot porn, and was so hot that I couldn't stand it.  I groaned and grimaced as I beat off, and massaged my swollen nuts as I masturbated.




"Make it last you son-of-a-bitch, play with that thing....play with your fuck stick!"




I eased up and stroked more slowly, spreading my dangling balls and fingering them as I flipped my dick back and forth.  Cum was running out of my pisshole and began to wet down the towel.




"Taste your precum asshole, get a taste of it!"




I rubbed my finger over the glob of semen gathered there and put it in my mouth tasting it.  I began to jackoff more and more rapidly, and I humped my hips to the motion of my hand, completely lost in my hottest masturbation fantasy.




I grunted and scrunched my face up in pleasure as I whacked off...and was so completely into it I lost all control and began the first of several waves of unspeakable pleasure as the hot seminal fluid spit out of my red, swollen dick.




I yelled and my tortured pecker ejaculated into the air onto the floor.  The second streamer of hot jazz spit out almost as far, and I yelped and grunted in pleasure as my raw cock shot a viscous wad of thick slime into the air for the third time.  My balls exploded in pain but the pleasure was so great that it blanked out everything.




"Why you fucking bad boy...how in the fuck could there be that much jazz left in you?  You've got quite a set of balls.  Now lick your hand off and eat it!"




I did as she said and thinking myself to be alone, and obeying her command,  I felt quite comfortable slavering off all of the semen from my hand and gulping it down.




I rubbed my finger in the mess in front of me and ate that too.




I slumped back completely satisfied and exhausted.




The women left with their notes and Sandra began the sequence of vote tabulation  on the computer.  Apparently thirty five thousand viewers had voted, and volunteered information.  Data like this was indispensable to UIHST, and Sandra was quite satisfied with the results.




"Put your clothes back on Fander.."




I dressed quickly as nurse Sandra worked with the computer and printed out the data.  She stored the information and turned back facing me.




"Alright my dumbass friend I'm going to count back from ten and when I reach one you will be completely awake.




"Ten.....nine.....you are coming awake.....eight....seven....more awake.....six.....five....almost awake......four.....three.....awakening.....two....one....you are fully awake now."




I opened my eyes and became aware of my surroundings and looked obediently at nurse Sandra.




She was so pretty and I lived to please her.




"Very good Jim....you have done well and the data is valuable to us." 




She walked into the other room with me following, and we went into the front entrance area.




"Go back to your room now, and I'll see you tomorrow at the same time. You are scheduled for another appointment with Dr. La Chote tomorrow at twelve."




Sandra wanted to laugh but controlled herself....Dr. La Chote's special patients always entertained her greatly...she was allowed to do most anything she wanted with them within the parameters of the doctor's strict schedule.  She and Elke would have special fun with this one.




She would bring out her complete bag of tricks in the coming days, and enjoy seeing his mind slowly turned to mush.  She had participated in this work for Dr. La Chote for three years now, and had lost count of the many slaves that had been mentally neutered in the clinic.




She had several more masturbation sessions today....three with her own wicked hand, and two by machine.  She loved to see pussies ejaculate also, and was amazed at the similarities between male and female ejaculation.




Dr. La Chote also allowed her to masturbate bull and horse cock at the farming location, the study of expelled seminal fluid extended to some farm animals also.  She was a nasty girl, and she knew it and she loved it.




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By the time I arrived back at my room I was ready to fall into bed, but I flopped down and turned the TV on for a bit.  I liked the nurse in the masturbation study area, and already I was having fantasies about fucking her, or eating her cunt.  These feelings drove me each day, but I knew of no way I could ever realize them.  I'd always loved eating pussy, since I was usually unable to fuck it, and there were many beautiful women here to stimulate my fantasies.




I watched TV until I was drowsy, and fell into deep slumber.  I didn't even dream, I just slept deeply and darkly.  Tomorrow would be my eleventh day here, and before long I would be moving to the next female psychiatrist, Dr. Samantha Jones.  I could scarcely imagine what she and her two pretty nurses would contrive for me...and I didn't care at the moment.





The next few days became a blur of partial memory, short  panic attacks, and a deepening sense of shame.  My final  appointment with Dr. La Chote would be today, and inside I  felt a nameless foreboding of the days to come, in the  hands of the other skilled and beautiful doctors, and  their  smutty assistants, all bent on erasing my  personality, and debasing me into the mindless slave that  they envisioned me to be.




I wasn't really aware of the big picture, or the  astonishing fate to which I was being condemned, but I  knew I was fading from the self I had been only a short  time before, and I also knew to my core that there was not  a thing I could do to stop it.  I operated rather in a  waking daze now, and obeyed my basic daily needs, as well  as the vicious post hypnotic suggestions that were  tattooed into my mind each day.  These were irresistible,  I had no power whatever to disobey.  However degrading or humiliating, my mind was imprisoned by the all consuming power of my brainwashing.




I was in a constant state of sexual arousal, but was not allowed the freedom of my own choice in the release of these needs.  The exotic drugs given me each day assured that my testicles were always full of semen, and that my penis was semi erect most of the time, when it was not stiffened to the absolute limit.


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I showered thoroughly and ate my breakfast, savoring the enjoyment of the good food.  I craved the healthy, wholesome things in life, the items that make one feel human, and loved, and hopeful.  Good food was one of them, and self esteem, and the simple caring that most people experience in their lives from close friends, and family.




I dressed simply, sports shirt and slacks, tennis shoes, and prepared to head out toward the main reception area.  Just before leaving I found it necessary to do a few things...not of myself but from the iron hand in my mind.  I unzipped my trousers and pulled my penis out, and stroked it firmly.  My dick became hard instantly, and I felt my balls and fingered them a bit.  Soon my enormous erection stuck out from my pants, dripping cum on the carpet.




Then I headed out the door and down the long hallway to the uncertainty of my day's schedule.  I passed several people along the way, some men, some women, and was greeted by amused smiles, and comments spoken under the breath.  I did not know why I was exposing myself in such a manner, but I knew that it was patently humiliating, and my face reddened from my shame.




As I entered the crowded reception area my indiscretion was noticed many of the  people.  Some of the women were staring and smiling, and enjoying my predicament, and most of the men merely ignored me.  There were two nude patients in the waiting room also, a man and a woman, and they sat looking down in shame and bewilderment, until I walked by and drew their attention for a few moments.




There were no masturbators up front at the moment, but the towel on the floor and a hand towel were ready for such an event.  I walked to the front desk and made known my presence.  The pretty receptionist acknowledged me, and made a note on the ledger.  She looked at me impassively, as she continued her typing on the computer.  "Please have a seat Mr. Fander, your twelve o'clock nurse will be with you shortly."




It was a bit awkward for me to sit, and the only place available was between two women.  I sat slowly as my hard dick retreated a bit back between my open zipper, and as I sat forward in discomfort a drop of seminal fluid oozed out from my pisshole and was in danger of falling on the cushioned seat.  I quickly grabbed my handkerchief and dabbed my swollen urethra, absorbing the thick glob of cum there.




I could not have described my sense of strangeness, even if I had ages to do so.  I held the soft cloth over my rock hard glans, and let the drainage sink in, and soon a large wet spot formed from my copious discharge.  I was sweating just a bit, and when my eyes met those of the attractive woman sitting across from me I averted them quickly, and looked down, hoping desperately that my nurse would call for me.




The butterflies in my stomach began to nauseate me, and I tried to blank my mind to the coming unknown of my last session with Dr. La Chote.  My balls were swollen to a painful stage, but I knew that the sadistic and dedicated attentions of the staff here would soon evacuate the thick white glue that was imprisoned in me. 




I tried desperately not to look at the woman across from me as I blotted my oozing penis, and fortunately I didn't have long to wait.   "James Fander."     I jumped up and chaffed my poor cock as I stood, and walked as quickly as possible to her, my large member bobbing up and down as I moved.  I held the cloth to my pisshole as we entered the long hallway leading to Dr. La Chote's office, and made my way to the  door.  I went in and was met by Eleanor and Cindy, who were waiting patiently.




"Get your fucking clothes off!," Eleanor chirped, "we've got a special send off for you today.  After you leave us you'll be seeing Dr. Samantha and her two kind, sympathetic nurses, Christina and Nancy.  You'll be wishing you were back here again asshole, I guarantee that!   Nancy and Chris are two mean bitches, and you won't like them, I promise.




This time the pretty Cindy squeezed my hanging balls while Eleanor gave me the injection.  Cindy looked at me amused as she pinched my swollen nuts and was quite pleased when I jerked and yelled from the tight pressure she was applying.  "You jest hold still boy while she gives you your injection.  I like squeezing your balls so don't give me an excuse to do it."




Eleanor swabbed one of my asscheeks and jabbed the large needle deeply into the thick tissue.  There was a severe sting as she probed it in,  probably because of the slight twisting motion of her movement, and I jerked and yelped as Cindy held tightly to my large hanging testicles.  Eleanor slowly injected the large volume of fluid into my ass as I attempted to hold still, and I gritted my teeth against the sharp pain.




It really hurt and the process nearly brought tears to my eyes.  Cindy squeezed even tighter and my captured balls became concave from her finger pressure.  They both were enjoying my misery and Cindy licked her ruby lips as the warm aphrodisiac permeated my whole body.  The velvety feeling took over and I became relaxed in a way that might be similar to a heroin injection.




I felt my mind fall into a deep and strange kind of compliant state, and my penis became even harder, if that were possible.  I could feel my nuts spasm and expand, and I gasped deeply as my entire genital area went into orbit.  "Good stuff huh boy," Cindy breathed in my ear.  "Good fucking shit huh? We're gonna' treat you right boy, and give you a good sendoff."  Her warm air pumped into my ear and her whisper was barely audible.




"Get your fucking slave ass on the floor 'cause you're gonna' crawl in to see Dr. La Chote today."




I dropped down and lay on my stomach on the tiled floor and Eleanor put her foot on my ass cheeks.  "Now you fucking crawl you low life bastard, I want your nose rubbing that floor all the way to the doctor."  Cindy pushed down on my head with her foot, just enough to aggravate my progress, but I slowly wiggled and slithered along the floor as the two pushed and verbally degraded me.




They opened the door and I continued my strange action, rubbing and smelling the carpet as I entered Dr. La Chote's room.  I propelled myself along with my nose just touching the plush matting and moved my arms and legs in a weird kind of flailing, and with the two nurses still using their feet to full effect.




Finally I approached Dr. La Chote, and she sat in her easy chair, legs crossed, and looking down at me as though I were a mere puddle of obscene protoplasm fresh from creation.  She wore a tight black leather suit, and her hair was impeccably arranged, as usual.  I could detect her feminine odor immediately, and stronger than ever before.  I knew that she must be menstruating or incredibly aroused, and she licked her lips as I lay there looking up at her from carpet level.




"After today's session you will be transferred into the care of Dr. Samantha, Jim....you remember her don't you?"  I remembered seeing her on a few occasions, but could not associate any unique memories.  However something deep inside of me felt dread, I was afraid of Dr. Samantha, and could not really give a reason for it.




Cindy and Eleanor stood over me, still shoving me with their feet, my ass and whole body, just to degrade and aggravate me. 




Dr. La Chote bent over and moved down closer to me.  "Jim, today I am not going to place you in a trance.  You're going to be able to experience one of our sessions without the veil of hypnosis.  I think you might find it quite interesting.  You know that you must obey my every command and whim,  don't you?"




I looked up by turning my head and could see her towering over me with her stelletto heel not far from my face.  "We're going to do things to you, and make you do things, and you will not be able to resist any suggestion that we give you.  This time Jim, when I talk to you as my slave, you will not go into a hypnotic trance, is that clear?"




I really didn't need a trance anymore, her words and the words of all the staff here had become law to me.  I could never do anything but obey completely, and that was all there was to it...and I knew it.




"Turn on your back now Jim, we have some business to do...you, myself and my nurses."




Quickly I turned over, and righted myself, and my unbelievable erection sprang upward, and cum dribbled down around my balls.  I lay there looking up at her as she looked down at me.  I was so horny I was shaking and was craving relief of the vast pressure in my large testicles.




I looked up from beneath Cindy and Eleanor as they pawed me with their feet, and I could see that they did not have panties on, and their pubic hair was thick and wet.  Dr. La Chote bent directly over my face and moved down even closer. 




"Jack it off James but don't ejaculate,  play with your dick and balls for me."




I was in a hard breathing passion by now and worked my large penis as I pulled on my balls.  "Open your mouth Jim." 




Dr. Emily posed her face right over my wide open oral cavity and began to gather saliva.  She worked until she had a quantity of her digestive juices stored and slowly let the large amount of spit dribble into my mouth. 




I looked at her helplessly as the disgusting juice flooded my lower tongue, and she continued until she had given me as much as she could.  She looked up at Eleanor and Cindy and motioned for them to kneel down and do the same.  The nurses were delighted and quickly positioned themselves right over my face.




I lay there like a trash receptacle as the two gathered their saliva, and could not have done anything else.  I was completely trapped by my mental slavery and looked up hopelessly at them as they degraded me further.  Cindy was first and ejected a mouthful of spit directly into my widely distended orifice.




The saliva was beginning to gather more heavily now, and Eleanor pursed her lips and drained in a large quantity of her juice also.  By the time they were finished my mouth was half full of spit with small rivulets sprinkled around my lips, and I lay there looking up meekly at them, having given my total self to them without reservation, or hesitation.




The saliva was basically tasteless, but the viscosity of it would ordinarily have caused severe retching by now.  I didn't feel the least bit nauseated, because they were my masters....and I was dirt under their feet.  I accepted this as normal, and desirable, and was compelled to give my all to them, at all times, without the slightest reservation. 




Dr. Emily moved down closely to my face, and my open mouth was saturated with their combined mess.  "Do you know what you are doing now you piece of shit?"   Dr. Emily looked at me intensely, her full venom pouring out to me.  Suddenly the full force of my position hit me...unprotected by the hypnotic buffer, and I was taken with an utter abhorrence that I was doing such a thing.  My humiliation was not to be described, and the fact that I actually embraced it was even more ghastly to me.  Dr. Emily's rejection was devastating to me, and I sank into utter despair, and looked up at her, completely destroyed.  I was heartbroken, and could barely muster the ability to speak..




"What kind of lowlife man would do this?"    Dr. Emily pushed my jaws together and held them firmly.  "Now let us see you swallow every bit of it, and I want you to really enjoy it.  You will almost have an orgasm eating our spit, but not quite."




Her words were the beginning and end for me and I gulped the mass down and I really did enjoy it.  I felt an almost orgasmic pleasure as I did so and I swallowed a few more times to get it all as the women looked at me in a most disgusted way.  I felt complete degradation and shame but made it clear to them that I enjoyed it, and liked the way they had disgraced me.  I felt  great pleasure in their sarcasm and mistreatment.




"You piece of shit, you are scum, and you let us do it to you!"  I grinned stupidly as I licked my lips and could do nothing but wait for their pleasure.




Cindy held my hair in her hand.  "Now I know he will do anything Dr. La Chote, if the disgusting bastard will do this."  Eleanor pulled on my balls and squeezed them.  "I wonder what else this cocksucker will do?" 




Dr. Emily sat back and stood, pulling her soft leather dress up, and panties off.  She placed them on the end table and pulled her skirt all the way up and sat again, looking at me intently all the time.  The heady odor of her black leather skirt and vaginal excretions became very strong, and I continued stroking my cock, desperate to cum and release the pressure.




She had a perfect body and a dark, extremely hairy cunt, and she was wearing a sanitary napkin.  The smell was overpoweringly exotic to me,  and I went into a frenzy of lust, stroking and gazing in awe at her lavishly developed womanhood.




She raised her perfect legs back widely and revealed a dark hairy asshole.  Part of the odor was coming from her rear, but most of it from her menstruating vaginal opening.




"Kneel between my legs," she said, adjusting her hips, "you will show me what a dog does with his tongue."




I got up and kneeled as she had instructed, and Cindy and Eleanor began to masturbate themselves, and I could hear the slurping sounds from their efforts.  By now the smell of cunt filled the room, and I was in an intractable passion of lusting because of it.




Dr. La Chote pulled my head down to her furry asshole and shoved my nose directly into it.  My nostrils rubbed her smelly anal surface, and the odor was strong.  "Lick my ass clean!," she gasped.




I dove in with unmeasured lust, and lapped at her wonderful anal sphincter.  I licked very rapidly as she held me by the hair, and soon had wet it down producing a brownish liquid coating.  I was gasping with lust and swallowed all the residue that I removed.  My nose rubbed against her sanitary napkin as I sucked her asshole, and she gripped my head even tighter as she farted into my mouth, holding me there in a powerful grip.  The smell drove me into an even greater and more lustful state, and I ate it and rubbed my nose around slowly to savor the odor.  She held my hair painfully as she reached down and pulled off the adhesive napkin from her dark, rank fuckhole.




Without hesitation she shoved my face into her sopping cunt, and the pungent odor made me gasp.  I was desperate to please her and the indescribable smell drove me over the edge.  I forced my face into her rancid vaginal mess and lapped and ate the juices.  I was beyond control now sucking up the raunchy cream and eating it just as rapidly.  She looked down at me with contempt as she degraded me, and as I ate her complete banquet, she pulled my head firmly and rubbed my face in her hot monthly  sumphole. 




She jerked wildly, nearly pulling my hair out, and as she held my open mouth over her wet, steaming slit, she ejaculated a clear viscous liquid all over my face.  I was in a frenzy, ingesting as much as possible of her salty secretions as they squirted over my face and onto my undulating and gulping tongue.




I slurped the thick mess down and continued sucking her swollen cunthole.  Her fiery red slit oozed disgusting cream continuously, and her huge bulbous clit rubbed my nose as I tongue fucked her.  I sucked her raw clitoris eagerly, causing a powerful  orgasm to wrack her pelvis, and more of her inner glue dribbled into my open mouth.  My face was completely covered with the indescribable leavings of her deepest uterine storage, and when I finally stopped the swampy goo dribbled from my shiny face in odorous streams.




She wiped her ass with toilet paper and began cleaning her gaping hole with several small towels nearby.  She had soon removed most of the mess from her genital area, and the towels were wet with her glistening juices. 




"Get him the fuck out of here," she said quietly,  "use him however you want and send him back to his room.  He has a five o'clock this afternoon in masturbation."  She pinched my nose painfully and slapped me hard.  "You funny trench mouth bastard, you disgust me!"




I knelt there, completely exhausted, and savored the sharp pain on my cheek from her slap.  I adored her and she could do anything to me....my purpose was to serve her, and nothing else.  I licked my lips and smelled the funky cream all over my face.  I hadn't cum yet and was careful not to as I periodically stroked my penis.




Cindy and Eleanor quickly whisked me into the ante area and closed the door.  My face was dripping a clear, putrid cream, and they pulled me out the door into the hallway and then to the treatment room where I had been ridden like a horse on another occasion.  They locked the door and took me over to a large examination table, covered with a thick vinyl covering, and adorned with ominous looking restraint straps and other obscene paraphenalia.




I smiled at them stupidly as they pushed me down onto the table,  and they  began to fasten my wrists, ankles, chest, and pelvic area.


  They pulled the thick straps very tight and stretched me out full length so that I was completely immobile.  Cindy opened a storage cabinet and removed several items from it, bringing them over to a stand near the table.




My penis was hurting from the severe erection I had experienced for quite awhile now, and the two nasty nurses sat on each side of the table and began laying out their instruments.  I began to regain my sense of awareness and was becoming a bit apprehensive about their intent.  I knew they were both sadistic and gifted, using the male anatomy, and any time spent as a slave in their presence carried with it a certainty of pain and humiliation.




I also knew that I was totally subservient now, and could not possibly go against their will.  I was a true slave, and some part of me grieved and cried, and wondered what I had been before.  I just couldn't remember at the moment.  I was still insanely horny and needed release from the pressure in my balls.  It was the most powerful erotic feeling I had ever experienced, and I quivered with lust over the entire length of my body.




They each produced several devices, a few of them stainless steel, and a few plastic or rubber.  Thoughtful Cindy got up and pulled over a professional video camera and turned it on and trained it on me so that nothing would be missed.




Cindy placed a strange kind of head frame over my face and head and tightly secured it so that my head was held firmly in the upward direction.  Meanwhile Eleanor was busy attaching small clamps near the top nerve complex on both sides of my scrotum,  and though it was not painful it felt quite strange, and my whole genital area flared with an indescribable burning sensation.




The smirk on her face told me that she was up to some oneryness, and that I would suffer for it later.  She pinched the clamps a bit and flipped my pecker.  "You won't be able to cum as long as these clamps are here," she said wickedly, "and believe me you're going to want to."  Eleanor shoved a towel under my hips by pinching my ass hard and Cindy wrapped a towel all around my head fixture.




The two then began to work on my dick, and Cindy took a long thin plastic dropper about six inches long, and shoved in all the way into my penis to the base as Eleanor held my shaft tightly.  I yelled and pulled against the straps but my restraints had rendered me  immobile and all I could do was suffer the sharp sting.




Cindy then squeezed the rubber reservoir at the tip and a thick paste was injected  inside my cock near the base. I could feel the cold paste flow in, and I yelped as she quickly pulled the long tube out of my penis when the injection was done, leaving some of the thick yellow cream to ooze out of my swollen eurethra.




It burned from top to bottom, and I jerked noticeably as it took effect and my already strained erection exploded to an even more intense level.  My cock was so hard it pulled upward painfully on my balls and tightened the clamps placed there.  The skin of my glans was near tearing, and I grunted in pain as my super hardon jerked back and forth in short spasms.




They stripped off and Cindy crawled onto the examination table and straddled my face.  Her hairy cunt was already sopping wet and she masturbated herself as her juicy twat rested over my nose.  The smell was quite strong, but erotic, and her pussy juice dripped over my face and ran down my cheek.




"You know they say a woman's cunt is the nastiest of all at the baby making age.  What do you think?"  She pushed down and smothered my face and her sopping snatch wetted down my entire head. 




The smell was swampy and pungent, and it drove me into an even deeper frenzy of lust.  She held the head frame and forced her obscene fuckhole over my nose so that she was actually fucking herself with it.  Eleanor,  meanwhile,  had mounted my hard pecker and was force fucking my huge red member.  Her cunt was very tight and she began undulating her perfect hips as she screwed me.




My dick was straining to the absolute limit as she fucked herself with it, and I felt a huge ejaculation coming on. Suddenly I felt as though I was shooting my cum but it was a false sensation, and the pressure fed back into my aching balls and bloated them even more.  The pain was unbearable, and Eleanor continued her fuck fest at my expense.  My throbbing prick slid into her tight vaginal opening, and all the way in to the entrance of her uterus.  It was the tightest fuck I'd ever had and I began to groan in agony as I struggled to eject my load.




Cindy began to smother me and I gasped for air, ingesting large amounts of her vaginal leavings.  I gulped the thick fishy goo and was so starved for oxygen that I began pulling desperately against the straps.  She let up and let me breathe as she looked down at me, and her eyes burned with a sadistic lust that frightened me.  She once again smothered me and I was gulping more of her disgusting syrup, unable to obtain enough air.




I began to yell loudly into her stinking cunt, but she held off until the last moment before lifting up, in order to bring me to the point of losing consciousness.  She did this several times and I had pulled so hard against the thick unyielding straps that my skin was blood raw in some places.




She rearranged herself so that her asshole was over my face, and rubbed it over my nose and mouth.  Her rear smell filled my nostrils as she rubbed it around and smothered my face once again.  She lifted up and put her puckered anus over my mouth.  "I've got a kiss for you, a nice raunchy fart kiss...now suck my asshole and don't stop until I tell you to."




I was able to breathe fairly well now and puckered my lips and formed them around her brown, star shaped shithole.  I sucked hard as she pushed down and in moments a long wet fart blew into my mouth and plastered my face as she rubbed it in.  I savored the smell and continued lapping her well formed anus as she rubbed it up and down my nose.




Eleanor continued to fuck me, now sitting in the opposite direction.  My cock was so raw and my balls so swollen by now that the pain was almost mind numbing. 




Cindy straddled my face again and put her ureter over my mouth.  "Drink my fucking piss you dirty bastard," she grunted, as she let loose with a thick streamer of dark yellow fluid.




At first the salty piss splattered over my face but I opened my mouth and began to drink it.  She fell back after emptying her bladder, and got off of the table.




Eleanor shuffled up to my head and straddled the head restraint, and settled herself down over my wet, stinking face.  "You disgusting bastard, I've got a load to empty and you're going to suck it out of my cunt.  Fuck me with your tongue!"




She was grunting and gasping as she serviced my nose, and the fetid juices she had produced during her forced intercourse with me splattered down and all over my already tainted face.  It was highly noxious but I gulped the mess down and belched loudly, the acrid aroma of used cunthole making me quite faint.




I ate her mess and the aroma of all that I had ingested in the past hour was whifting up from my esophagus, to torment me.  It was the most disgusting thing that I had ever done but truthfully I was forced by an inner mandate to feel that I loved it, because I was bound to serve them, and I licked my lips eagerly.  Cindy had climbed onto my cock by now and was fucking my tortured penis.  I groaned and shook all over as she pinched her very tight vaginal slit over my large dick, and squeezed it deep into her extremely tight cunt.




I jerked violently in another false orgasm, and my balls exploded in agony, the fiery pressure of hot seminal fluid bringing the skin of my testicles near to bursting.  She


was grinding her hot ass into my cock, and at the same time Eleanor began to smother me, forcing her rancid pussyhole over my face.  I strained in desperation against the straps, and jerked violently, unable to get air into my exploding lungs.  She let off and let me breathe, and then Cindy came up front and was watching as she continued her smothering.




Cindy got her face next to mine and whispered into my ear.  "OOOh....that's no fun is it?"  She looked up at Eleanor and both seemed to come to the same decision at once.  Cindy pulled over an oxygen mask and readied it as she grinned slyly at Eleanor.  Eleanor turned around and positioned her dark asshole over my face.  She rubbed it all over and farted at the same time.  As she forced my nose into her asscrack she sat down firmly and shut off all oxygen to me. 




I panicked and started thrashing violently,  gasping and screaming into her rank craphole.  She pinched off my air with her asscrack, and I went into a panic mode desperately gasping for air.  She held firmly and the terror I felt was unbelievable.  The last thing I remember was the funky smell of her hairy anus, as I passed out.




When I came to I had an oxygen mask over my face, and was breathing heavily from the fresh air flowing onto my nose and mouth.  Cindy was holding it and Eleanor looked on, quite amused by their antics.  Cindy pulled the mask off and got next to my face.  "Pretty fucking wild huh?"  She smoothed my hair.  "Bet you never did that before.  Wow that was a kick.  We brought you back didn't we?  Good fucking boy.  Dirty scum sucking boy.  Filthy lowlife bastard!"




My cock was still inflated to a very painful erection, and Eleanor reached down and removed the two clamps.  There was a terrific sting as the blood flowed back in to the numb tissue, and my scrotum tightened up dramatically. 




"Hey you need your balls relieved don't you?", Cindy mocked, and she massaged my swollen nuts.  She began to jack me off rapidly, her hands moving expertly up and down my raw shaft as she massaged my swollen gonads.  Within a few moments I exploded in pleasure, screaming loudly as the thick paste was ejected out of my sore urethra.  She cupped her hands over the gusher as it splattered all over them, and a large mass of hot semen covered my pubic hair and her skilled fingers.




She and Eleanor looked on amused, as Cindy brought her hands up to my mouth.




As Eleanor pinched my nuts,  Cindy fed me my own cum.  "Mmmmmm....eat it off my hand you stupid bastard.  Suck it off my hand, all of it!   Mmmmm....tasty ain't it.  You fucking retard.  Swallow it....kind of bitter ain't it.  Good boy!  You eat cum like it comes natural for you. You're a real piece of shit ain't you?"




I could not disobey and licked the thick cream off her fingers and inside her palm.  I ate the bitter seminal paste as they grinned at me, and Cindy took her finger and sopped up a lot more from the base of my cock and from my pubic hair and forced it into my mouth until it was all gone.




She turned off the video camera and gave me a sarcastic smirk.  "You eat cum real good," she breathed, real good.  She stuck her finger in her mouth and made a gagging sound, her meaning being quite clear.  I was humiliated but had no way to stop their endless barrage of filth.  I always left my sessions feeling used, and submissive, and the feeling deep inside me now was unusually painful,


and made my ego hurt badly.  They knew this.....they got off on this.




They released me, and took me back into the doctor's anteroom. We


all dressed quickly, and I left as soon as possible, so that I might get a little sleep before the five o'clock session at the masturbation center.




Having experienced the degradation there, I was not really looking forward to further milking appointments, but I knew that I had no choice at all.  My life seemed to be cut and dried now....and the whole thing simply mystified me.  How this could all have taken place within such a short space of time puzzled me beyond words.  The hypnotic burning that was being done to my mind was changing me forever.  I could never stop it.  I wondered where it would all end, and what lie ahead in my future.




I longed to question my captors about my supposed release and payment after one month...but had become so bogged down by the shredding of my ego, that I hadn't been able to muster the intellectual where-with-all.  I knew by now that the whole offer was a setup, and that I had become involved in a very dangerous trap from which there probably would be no escape.




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I arrived back at my apartment at about one thirty, and grabbed some sleep after a nutritious snack, setting the alarm to make sure I wasn't late.  I shuddered to think of what my punishment might be if I missed an appointment.  As I drifted off to sleep I thought of Cindy humiliating me...and it made me cringe.  My balls ached, but the medications I had been taking seemed to alleviate pain soon after each session.




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My alarm woke me without a problem, and I got up and headed for the main office.


I was greatful for a short reprieve from this situation, sleep tends to heal pain, at least for awhile. 




I was fully clothed as I sat waiting in the reception area,  but I was beginning to detect familiar faces around me, in the vein of my previous embarrassments, and could not shrug away the humiliation that hung over me.




Finally I was guided to my appointment at the masturbation center, and tried to relax in the waiting room there.




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Elke Funker was a consummate user...her manner and speech placed her in charge in any setting, and in this situation she loomed over her helpless patients like some kind of mystical vision, one that must be obeyed at all cost.  She was a true sadist, and had not a shred of guilt in her 5 ft  6 in., 135 lb. frame.  She had dark flowing hair,  a voluptuous ass, and large full tits, perfectly molded by nature, and her pretty face projected a smile that entranced both male and female clients.




She lived to see others humiliated, at every opportunity, and made sure that all masturbation data was gathered under the most degrading conditions possible.  She was in charge of the special treatment area, in the basement beneath the main masturbation rooms, and shared, as well, the running of the upper and more available milking stations with her close friend Sandra Elam.




Only she,  her former patients, and the nursing assistants  knew what went on in the basement, or the precise extent of her perverted sexual incursions.




Elke opened the door and smiled lightly at me...I had not been milked by her yet, since the lovely Sandra had extracted my precious cream on the former occasions of my visiting here, and I stood, mesmerized by her raw sexuality.




Her apron was saturated with what appeared to be coagulated semen, and she quickly removed it, though not fast enough to escape the perusal of my appalled eyes. 




Her smile was genuine, and her manner quite friendly, but I felt her well rehearsed facade slowly begin to fade as she escorted me into the large milking spaces.




"Jim Fander, I'm Elke Funker, and I will be conducting this extraction session, and I suspect many more to come in the not too distant future." 




She stopped and looked me up and down.  Her arms were folded and she seemed to be measuring me for something, I knew not what.  "I think you and I are going to get along just super well, and I truly want you to enjoy yourself during our acquaintance."  She slipped her hand quickly down my pants and expertly fondled my semi hard penis and balls.  She brooded slyly as she felt my pecker become hard in her hand and soon had me almost doubled over with an intractable hardon.




She felt my sensitive pisshole, and rubbed it as fluid drained out.  She removed her hand and wiped it on her crumpled apron and motioned for me to follow her.  There were not many patients here this time of day, and I could see Sandy on the far side of the large area attending to her nefarious duties.




We went into an office and Elke closed the door.  She pressed a lever with her foot and tossed the soiled apron into a stainless steel can,  and retrieved another from a drawer nearby. 




She wrapped it around her thin waist and it covered her perfectly rounded hips as she tied it.  "You are my last appointment for the day so we are not pressed for time now."




"Jim, you will do exactly as I say, first time, every time, and always.  Am I understood?"




I nodded my head as I said yes...knowing that my choice on any matter here had been removed previously.




She reached over and turned on a large professional video camera, and nodded impatiently at me.




"Your clothes are a nuisance to me, and you must remove them instantly, and place them on that chair." 




I was trembling with sexual anticipation now....Sandy was a real knockout, but this woman was something else altogether.  I tore at my loafers and socks, and had them off quickly, and had pulled my pants off so fast that I nearly fell over.  My cock was stiff as a board, and slowed me down a bit while I tryed to remove the briefs that encased my huge penis and balls.




I stood there shivering a bit as she leaned against the desk looking at me, and she whacked ed my ass hard as I stared at her.  "Hands up...all the way in the air....legs spread widely."  She was not smiling now and had taken on a more serious demeanor.




"If you move from this spot during our extraction session you will be punished severely,  is that not clear?"    "Yes...oh yes mam...I stammered," as I forced my legs apart and stood looking blankly ahead.




She stood in front of me and grabbed my balls, one in each hand.  She looked into my eyes as she pulled downward on them causing me to flinch slightly.  She continued to pull downward as she studied my face.  I began to grimace, and shivered violently as she pinched my testicles between her fingers and stretched my poor nuts even lower.




"These balls belong to me Mr. Fander, is that not true?"




"Yes....yes mam!"




"You are a set of balls and a dick and nothing more, is that not clear?"




"Yes...oh yes."




Though I was not in a trance at the moment she was my master, and I was awed by her, and there was nothing she could ask that I would not do.  I adored her.




"You didn't fuck La Chote did you?" 




I was taken back a bit but answered her instantly that I had not.  "She doesn't fuck many...but I bet you got a good smell of her cunt didn't you?   She makes them all lick her cunt and ass.  Did you lick her ass?"




"Yes mam!"    "You better get used to it around here Fander"




"Now James Fander, you and I are going to remove all of the ejaculate from your testes.  I want all of it....all of it!  You are going to jack your penis off right now and into this container.  She sat on a stool and produced a small beaker. 




"You don't mind playing with your penis in front of me do you?"




"No mam!"




She held the beaker directly under my bobbing dick and looked up at me seriously. 


"Get that fucking hand moving Fander.........you don't want to keep me waiting do you.?"




"No mam..."




I grabbed my dripping member and began to stroke it off as she leered at me....her breasts were bursting from her blouse and she looked at them and at me.  "You fucking like my titties?," she said quietly, "well then get that fucking dick jerking  and you can look at them all you want."  As I jacked off she stared intently at me and reached her hand behind me and fondled my hanging nuts.




As I quickened my pace she pulled on them and looked into my eyes.  I was nearing orgasm and aimed my cock into the glass beaker.




Just as I began to approach ejaculation she slapped my ass hard.  The shock distracted me momentarily and prevented my orgasm.  She looked quite irritated and  looked sternly at me.  "Get that fucking hand moving, I didn't tell you to stop!"




I looked into her glaring eyes and stroked hard once again and felt a powerful blast coming and she slapped my ass hard again.  Once again I was distracted from my efforts and the orgasm was stalled.  My balls were becoming quite swollen by now and semen dripped into the beaker intermittently, as she massaged my dangling stones.




"Are you fucking hard of hearing Fander,  keep jacking your dick unless I tell you to stop!"




I was into it again very swiftly and beat my meat eagerly as she gave me an amused twist of her lips.  I looked at her as my balls began to lose control but  felt a sharp pain in my ass and the orgasm was stopped again.




She had shoved a needle into my asscheek and the sharp pain would have removed my erection had it not been so violently pronounced.  I yelped and looked at her in amazement as I continued my stroking.




She glared lustfully into my watering eyes and massaged my balls expertly in her trained fingers.  My testes were aflame with pressure and need and as I jacked off in front of her they began to fall precipitously into her strong fingers.  I beat off so fast I was grunting in pleasure as she smirked at me, and nothing could have stopped the torrent of thick reproductive fluid that pumped out of me at that point. The white viscous glue squirted unceremoniously into the wide lipped glass container, and onto her hand, and onto the floor.




Most of it went into the beaker, fortunately, and she pushed it up further onto my spitting wiener as I gasped in pleasure and drooled before her.




I jerked again and again as she looked deeply into my eyes.  I was exposed in a way so traumatic that there was nothing left of the me that was inside, and she gloated at my complete surrender as the last few spasms of foamy paste splattered in.  She moved the beaker up and against my pisshole making all of the excess semen drip in.




She got up, still in deep study of my face and eyes, and put the container in a refrigerated unit nearby.  She washed her hands in the sink and dried them as I stood nearly motionless,  watching her.  I could barely stand because my legs were so weak from the extremely powerful ejaculation, and I wobbled a bit as she sat again on her stool.




"You've humiliated yourself before me, is that not so?"




I swallowed and braced myself as my balls hung loosely beneath me.  "Yes mam!"




"I saw what was inside you when you did this thing and I have learned secrets from you that I will use in our later sessions.  There is nothing left for you to hide from me and now you must masturbate for me endlessly and shamelessly, and you will have no protection whatever.  In time you will find this lack of cover unbearable, and your output will increase many fold because you will have no control over your  libido anymore."




"Your humiliation will grow each time we meet, and my face will be a profoundly awkward and mortifying stimulus for you.   You will surely be very popular to our online viewers Fander,  they gloat unmercifully at a captured and humiliated masturbation slave.  Your degradation has just begun.  Even now you can barely stand to look in my eyes because you have surrendered to me.  Is that not so?"




I could look at her only with extreme effort....her expression of conquest pulled all pride from me....and I looked sheepishly into her exquisite eyes as she made me wallow in my shame.




"Get your fucking clothes on Fander and get your stupid ass out of here...and keep your fucking hand off your dick until your appointment tomorrow with Dr. Samantha Jones.   Your training will begin to take a more serious direction now....one that you're not going to like.  You'll just love Dr. Jones, she's so understanding and patient."




I glanced briefly at her as I quickly dressed.  I fumbled as I tried to pull my pants on and could barely get my shoes tied.




"Move your ass!, " she screamed, as I stumbled out of the office.  I exited quickly, and made my way back to the reception area.  A male was jacking off on the towel at the end of the receptionist counter and I made it a point not to look as I whizzed past.  I felt so weak inside that I nearly fell in my hallway outside my door, and once inside collapsed into the large easy chair and stared blankly at the TV screen.




At least before, I had enjoyed the protection of a deep hypnotic trance...but now I had been eviscerated by a beautiful and sadistic woman who would be a part of the machinery of my sexual and mental enslavement...and I had a feeling that this was only the tip of the iceberg.




I took my medication and found that changes had been made in the type and quantity of the tablets being given me.  I accepted this without question, of course, knowing that my descent would be more rapid now, and would continue irreversibly in the coming days.





































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I slept very soundly that night.  All of the stress that  I had experienced during the day came back on me, and my  mind shut down, and I went into what must have been a  semi comatose state.  The exotic drugs given me now were  also partly responsible.......my mind was being changed  in ways that I didn't understand, and my whole being now  seemed to be focused on my obsession to obey and worship  the beautiful women degrading me.




My appointment with Dr. Samantha Jones was at twelve  noon, and when I awoke, I enjoyed my breakfast, and  watched TV for awhile.  The queasy feeling in the pit of  my stomach was eating at me, and after my shower I  dressed neatly and took the medications given me. One of  the drugs had to be inhaled through a nasal spray  apparatus, and produced an instant feeling of euphoria,  and minor loss of awareness of my surroundings.




Within minutes I was fully functional again, but with an  extreme sexual arousal.  My penis was already becoming  hard, and as I left my room I was compelled to let it  protrude from my open zipper as I had done yesterday.  I  had to hold my handkerchief under my draining pisshole,  and by the time I reached the reception desk the  handkerchief was becoming wet with semen.




I stared at the women watching me as I waited for the  nurse to call my name, and my sense of humiliation was  far worse than it had ever been before.  I was  perspiring, and looked furtively from one to the other of  the three women sitting across from me.  They were  actually enjoying my embarrassment, or at least I  imagined they were.  When I heard my name called, I  dropped the handkerchief accidently, and had to stoop  over to pick it up.




I rubbed my dick against the zipper, and grunted in pain  as I stood again, quickly pressing the soaked  handkerchief over my running cockhole.




"Mr. James Fander."  I quickly moved to the nurse who  once again led me  to the opposite side of the center  office complex.  We entered a doorway on the left side,  and went into another small inner hallway.  There were  only three doors there and she opened one and motioned  for me to go in. 




By now I was shaking so badly the nurse gave me an  irritated look, and left me there.  The ante room was  similar to Dr. La Chote's, and her office was directly  adjacent to Dr. Emily's, as well as to the other member  of the supervisory threesome, Dr. Sabrina Sidney.  They  formed a complex interconnection, one with the other, so  that all of the doctors had quick access to all of the  other rooms.




I was terrified, and my dick was so hard now that it  actually hurt.  Suddenly the side door opened, and two  stunning nurses walked in and surrounded me.  Their snow  white uniforms fit tightly over their perfect bodies, and  each wore an exotic perfume that entranced me  immediately.




They were totally self assured, and left no doubt that  they were dedicated experts, possessing consummate  knowledge of their profession.  Neither was smiling, and  both exuded a palpable coldness that chilled me to the  bone. 




Christina was very attractive in a rough kind of  way....though her features were not delicately formed,  she was pretty, and highly erotic to look at, and her ass  was a dream,  that any man would find mesmerizing. 




Nancy was a Hollywood blond, with gleaming platinum hair,  and was as pretty as any woman I had ever seen.  She was  no more than five foot two, but her smaller size was  overly compensated by her exquisite ass....and her large  and perfect tits pushed outward on her tight uniform.   She was no fool, this blond, and her icy stare sent an  electric bolt of fear through me.




Christina stood very near me, and behind,  her breasts  touching my arm, as Nancy spoke.




"Fun and games are over stud, now it's time for something  more serious.  Why is your cock sticking out of your  pants?"  She pinched it hard with her finger and I jumped  in pain. 




"I......I don't know....I had to do it past two days."




"So they're fucking with your mind huh?," she sneered.    "Ok let's see if we can get rid of that hardon for the  moment." 




She held my dick firmly with her left hand, and suddenly  whacked my cockhead backward with her right hand.  I  yelled in pain as the severe shock ripped my penis, and  my erection disappeared almost instantly.




She held my semi limp dick in her hand and pinched my  pisshole. I jerked again, and tears were coming from my  eyes from the pain.   "That's more like it.  Now get your  fucking clothes off this instant....Christina and I like  our men buck naked."




I looked desperately at Christina as I ripped my clothes  off....I fumbled as I did it. Christina's lip curved  upward a bit in something resembling a smile, and she  grabbed the pile that I left in the floor.  She put  everything into a cabinet and locked it.  I stood  shivering before them and Christina grabbed my balls and  pinched them between her fingers. 




"His nuts are full Nan.....let's see if we can add more  to that load."




Nancy turned and opened the door to their nurses area,  and Christina pushed me forward, slapping my ass.  Once  inside with the door closed, Nancy grabbed my neck and  pushed me forward, near her desk.  "Bend over, grab your  ankles,  and don't move until I say."




I bent over at once and stretched downward,  gripping my  ankles tightly.  My muscles hurt from the sudden  stretching, and I grimaced as Nancy sat behind me.  She  suddenly inserted a glob of cold lubricant in my asshole,  and stretched my cheeks as she began to introduce an  object inside. 




I shivered as she slowly inserted the large head of a  small dildo into my anus.  She pushed hard, making my  asshole stretch painfully, and eased the strange phallus  next to my prostrate gland.  She pushed a button and the  thing lodged in firmly, causing my hardon to increase at  least twofold.  She turned a switch, and a high frequency  vibration permeated my entire asshole, and prostate  structure.




I grunted loudly as she tried to pull the object out,  and reassured herself that it was not removable in this  state.  My entire lower area became inflamed with the  inner stimulation, and I was perspiring as she had me  stand up.  The object was shaped perfectly into my  buttcrack at it's outer surface, allowing me to sit down  without forcing it in any further.




"You won't be able to spit your load until the device  allows you to hon, so get used to it for awhile.  Dr.  Sam's got a surprise for you later, boy, you 'gonna get a  slick, smelly cunt to fuck, and then you can empty that  filthy scum out of your balls.  By the way, it ain't  'gonna be Dr. Sam."




They had me sit in a special chair that was tightly  fastened to the floor and restrained my arms and legs.   Next Nancy rolled a tray over that contained shaving  equipment and electric hair cutter.  The room also  contained what must certainly have been exotic torture  equipment, and I was greatly relieved that in this case I  would probably not be introduced to their function.  She  took the hair cutter and began to expertly remove all of  my locks, in a way that would have done justice to an  army induction center.




In a few firm strokes she had taken most of my hair off,  leaving only a bare stubble covering.  Next she wet down  my head with a hot towel, and then lathered it thoroughly  with shaving cream.  "Keep your fucking ass still," she  whispered in that special nasty tone of hers, "I don't  want you fucking bobbing your head while I'm shaving it."




She expertly began to shave my head, cleaning off the  disposable razor in a hot stream of tap water next to  her.  I did hold still because I knew she could cut me  very easily, and though it stung, she did not draw any  appreciable blood.  She whisked the shaver over my  exposed head for several minutes, and before long my head  was skin bare, and feeling the cool room temperature air.




She wiped my head clean with another hot towel, and the  sting made my dripping penis jerk painfully up and down.




Christina was in front of me looking down, and tweaked my  rock hard dick with her fingers.  "Fucking bald headed  son-of-a-bitch now, ain't he?," she declared, rubbing her  hand over my tender head skin.




"Bet your ass he is and Jones is 'gonna have fun with  him.  Is the slave bitch tucked away?," she said, looking  up at Christina.




"She's ready," murmured the unsmiling Christina, "bitch  is just as horny as he is!"




Nancy released me and they pulled me back into the ante  room, and Christina knocked lightly on the Doctor's door.   From inside a voice could be heard faintly...."Yes,  bring him in please."   She opened the door and they  shoved me into the richly adorned office.  The carpeting  and accouterments were lavish, and Dr. Jones sat on the  other side of the room in an easy chair.




My penis was in torment now, locking up fiercely for  several seconds at a time, between spasms.  Nancy shoved  a towel into my hand and slapped my ass hard.  "Cover  your fucking dick, moron, you're 'gonna get jizz on her  rug."




They closed the door and left me there holding the towel  tightly over my penis.  Dr. Jones shifted slightly, and  motioned me over, not saying a word.  I was terrified by  now, frankly, having no idea what she would do, and  knowing that I had entered a whole new world here, with  different characters, and different rules.




I stopped in front of her and she motioned me to sit down  in another easy chair across from her.  The chair had a  large towel on it, and I sat down carefully, feeling the  strange intruder up my ass, and the incredibly erotic  high frequency vibration that it was imparting to my most  intimate inner areas.




I shivered as I looked down at her feet.  I knew that  discretion was needed anytime I was in the presence of  one of the doctors here, and that I could be injected  into a world of pain if the notion became attractive to  them.




She was stunning,  in a non sophisticated way.....her  light brown hair erupted in tangy, curled rivulets around  her head, and her perfect features were accentuated by  her bright red lipstick.  Her perfume was different than  any I had experienced, and her bright red patent leather  business suit shined extravagantly, allowing her raw  sexuality to explode outward like a tiny atomic bomb.




I knew she was ruthless, and tried to keep this in mind  as I sat humbly before her.  As with the other female  staff here, I adored her and was completely within her  powers, and screamed this to myself over and over as I  waited patiently for her whims.




"Remove the towel and drop it beside the chair," she  whispered, "move your hips upward, and flip your penis  for me....I want to see it bounce."




I did so, and my rock hard pecker thumped up and down  rigidly.  I was so hard that I squinted my eyes in pain.   My pisshole was oozing a thick semen mucous, and she  looked at it carefully, rubbing her finger over the raw  opening, and feeling the thick fluid between her fingers.




"I know you haven't been jacking off, " she breathed,  "you have been observed constantly in your living area  since you arrived. Rather hard not to stroke it at night  isn't it?" 




I looked meekly at her, nodding my head in just the  slightest way, that conveyed the most intense  acquiescence that was in me.




She allowed me only the most fleeting smile as she shared  her worldly understanding with me, and then became very  serious again. 




"I'm going to use you like the scum you are,"  she  moaned, "and I have another nasty device that I must  introduce you to."  She stood, and walked into her  testing lab, one that was quite similar to Dr. La  Chote's, but with noticeably different equipment.  She  stood in the doorway motioning with her finger again.




Her perfect hips filled out her tight skirt  provocatively, and her wonderful tits stretched her upper  blouse in the most ideal way. 




"Get your ass in here.....now!"




I jumped off the chair and the dildo up my anus pinched  my inner bowels so that my cock flared, and made me feel  as though I was dangerously near orgasm.  I knew that was  not a possibility now though, but that if I did  experience an unscheduled ejaculation I could be in  serious jeapardy.  I always exerted the most intense  restraint, however, while in this situation, and knew  that the pressure would just build until I was allowed to  explode.




I walked humbly into the room and she pointed to a  restraint chair with small wheels.  I sat immediately, and she  strapped my arms, ankles, and head, so that I was  absolutely immobile. 




She rolled over two stainless steel carts, and one of  them held an electronic device of some kind with many  wire electrodes, and metal attachment contacts.  It  looked similar to an EKG machine in some respects..  My  blood ran cold, but I was soon to find that it was not an  instrument of torture, per se,  in this situation.




She began to attach the round metal electrodes all over  my tender skull, so that every area was covered.  She  smeared a transparent cream over each of the electrodes  before attaching them, and taped them down securely.  I  shivered in horror as she did this, and she, detecting my  coming panic, stopped, and looked sternly into my eyes.




"Don't worry, my pathetic piece of shit, I'm not going to  torture you this time...just relax.  This is a special  hypnotic induction setup, that will, shall we say, begin  a process that will provide a whole new life for you.  In  a few months you won't have to worry about bad memories  any more, only serving your masters.  Won't that be  wonderful?"




I was terrified, none-the-less, and sat nervously as he  finished the set up.  She moved my rolling chair over to  a large viewing screen so that my face was inches from  it, and placed a device of some kind over my head and  secured it to the top part of the chair.




She sat beside me and carefully opened my eyelids with  her fingers as she clamped something at both the top and  bottom area, and this prevented me from blinking my eyes.   This soon became very uncomfortable, and as she finished  my other eye,  both eyes began to water over, and the  liquid run down my cheeks.




The device was something that had been developed only  recently, and was a quantum leap forward in deep hypnotic  conversion.  She placed full earphones on me, and then  activated a computer program as I looked on in great  agitation.




After extinguishing the lights, she sat very close to me,  and began to periodically drop eye solution directly onto  my exposed eyes. 




"Now my pathetic lump of horse crap, we must go deeper  into your inner mind where the nerve centers are, and  find the place where we can do our disgusting damage in  the most efficient way.  Incidentally, you worthless  puddle of piss, we are going to spend quality time  together soon.....you and I....and my leather belt strap.   Such a cruel strap and so vicious, she will make you  scream.  But for now let us begin our little session." 




She turned on the viewing screen and a myriad of colors  pelted me in the eyes, a vivid, constantly churning  panorama of lightning sparks, and rich hues....and a  subliminal voice began to pound at my mind, like some  electronic meat tenderizer.  I jerked violently as the  images tore at me, and Dr. Sam whispered the words I knew  so well by now....."You are my slave, my complete slave!"




I immediately plunged into a horror of mental turpitude,  and as I slipped into unavoidable super hypnosis, I  writhed in torment, as the subliminal visual and audio  plethora ripped at my inner psyche.




I adored this witch who was tormenting me, and I adored  the shredding and overpowering influence of the  computerized hypnosis machine.  My self identity began to  fade, and suddenly I did not know who I had been  anymore....only the excruciating present surrounded me,  and the extremely exotic aroma of Dr. Sam next to me.




I squirmed violently as the computer localized my most  vulnerable hypnotic induction points....every facet of my  mind was being probed and catalogued, and set up for  annihilation.  I panicked again and again as I tried to  remember who I was, and my reason for being.  This went  on for ten minutes as the spectacularly pretty Dr. Sam  dripped a calming solution over my tortured eyes.  I  could not look away....and I could not avoid what was  being done to me.




I wanted to ejaculate so desperately that I was insane  with lust, but the efficient device up my ass prevented  it, and at the same time drove my seminal fluid to  accumulate and inflate my swollen nuts beyond anything in  my experience. 




Suddenly it all stopped, and Dr. Sam began to remove the  relentless equipment to which I had been so intimately  attached, and I sat there in blank torpor, slowly coming  around to normal consciousness.    Before I was released  from the chair Dr. Jones sat next to me again, and  brought me out of my bottomless hypnotic world.




"You are coming out of your deep trance now, and as I  count down from ten to one, you will come fully awake,  and feel refreshed and extremely horny."




"Ten.....beginning to wake....nine....more and more  awake.....eight.....slowly awakening....seven.....feeling  relaxed and horny.....six.....more and more  awake....five...more awake....four....you are slowly  awakening now....three.....more awake.....two....almost  awake now.....one!  You are fully awake and alert and  feel wonderful and you are hornier than you ever have  been in your life."




She released me and my large swollen prick was rock hard  and fiery red, and my balls large and bursting with  accumulated semen.  I stood, and wobbled a bit as she  helped me into the other room.  She held a cloth under my  dripping cock as we walked, and she sat me down in the  chair across from her with the towel on it where I rested  for a few minutes.


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I had changed....in ways that I couldn't really define,  except for the loss of my personal identity awareness,  and I sat there adoring Dr. Jones in all her beauty and  sexuality.  I was extremely aroused sexually, and I  caught myself looking at her voluptuous body, craving  release.




"Stand your ass up!", she hissed, "and stroke on your  cock!"




I did so, without question, and stood looking obediently  at her.  She rose and pushed her intercom button.     "Bring the bitch in, and make her crawl!"   She brought  over a blanket and spread it out on the carpet near me.




She walked over to the door and stood as it opened.  A  very pretty woman in her twenties was lying on the floor,  and began to crawl into the room, keeping her nose glued  to the carpet.  She shifted and shuffled her body so that  her nose rubbed the carpet pile as she moved.  Nancy  kicked her in the ass as she entered the room, and made  her jump in humiliation.




Dr. Sam walked over to me and waited for the young woman.   I looked up and saw the woman crawling and was shocked  beyond words.  She had light blond hair, cut very short,  as if she had recently been given a crew cut, and the  look of shame on her face was wilting, and she was  masturbating herself. 




Her body was perfectly formed, and my dick jumped  involuntarily at the sight.  Some kind of sympathy  stirred deep inside me, but disappeared quickly, as I  lusted for the gorgeous female on the floor, and as she  reached us, I began to stroke my cock involuntarily.




Dr. Sam looked down at her as though she were a urine  stain.  "You little piece of shit, keep your fucking nose  to the carpet!"  She walked around her, and put the toe  of her shoe near her mouth.  "Suck my shoe!," she  screamed, "you cocksucking  lump of horseshit!"  The  woman dove in automatically, lapping her tongue outward,  and around the tip of the shoe, and forced her mouth over  it sucking voraciously, moving her tongue in and out.




Dr. Sam looked at me wickedly....."You want a fucking  blowjob?," she sneered, rubbing her shoe over the woman's  hair. 




I looked at her feebly, not quite comprehending, but soon  broke my trance and half yelled....."Oh yes please!"      The woman looked oddly at me, waiting for orders from the  doctor.




She shoved the woman's body with her foot...."Get your  filthy ass up here and kneel!"




The obedient female doll got up at once, and kneeled  herself, and continued to masturbate slowly.  The doctor  shoved me over to the woman, whose face was now inches  from my penis.  The cute female looked eagerly at my  dick, and licked her lips.  She began to fuck herself  with her fingers, plunging in and out as she grunted  obscenely in pleasure.




"This little cocksucker probably hasn't been fed today.  Do you  know what her diet consists of?"  I looked feebly at Dr.  Samantha and continued stroking my dick.  "She eats  hogballs and cum."  She looked at the pretty female who  was now running her tongue around her lips looking at my  dick.




"Did you have your hognuts today you little bitch?," she  said,  pinching the woman's nose.




"Oh yes mam........had hogballs........I like hogballs!" 




"Did you have your cum today you stinking little fuck?",  she grunted.




"Oh no mam....didn't have my cum yet.....please....may  I......"




The woman looked at my dripping pecker and touched her  tongue to it, savoring the precum oozing out of my large  slit.




Dr. Samantha reached behind me and pushed something, and  the device inside me exploded with a mind numbing  vibration, and what must  have been a low grade electric  shock.




My pecker shot upward again, and bounced as I yelped in  pleasure pain.  My balls were ready to explode and I  fingered them desperately, hoping for release.




She looked closely at the kneeling woman, and spat her  words into her face.




"Eat that juicy dick you worthless cocksucker!  That's  all you're good for you lowlife bitch, sucking pecker!"






The pretty young woman reached and grabbed my dick, and  forced it into her mouth.  She made a squealing animal  sound, and began to suck insanely, slurping desperately  on my swollen organ as by large balls slapped her chin.




Dr. Samantha quickly pulled her away, and slapped her  face hard.  "You fucking little cunt, you call that a  blowjob!"  The woman was near crying as she apologized  repeatedly, and knelt there waiting for orders. 




"Kneel down doggie style so he can fuck you."




The woman immediately shifted around and knelt  compliantly, her perfectly formed bubble butt in the air,  and her deep dark asshole peeking at me.




"Now you fuck this little whore real good slave, but  don't cum yet.  If you do I'll torture you severely...you  got it you fucking stupid bastard?"




I grunted as I nodded my head and quickly dropped down  behind the wonderful butt.  Her cunt was furry and  sopping with cream as I parted her vaginal lips and  forced my bouncing dong into it.  I pushed my cock head  just inside her tight, steaming cuntlips and shoved hard,  impaling her with ten inches of rock hard penis.  I went  berserk, fucking in and out wildly as the woman groaned  and pushed back against me, and her juices splattered out  in all directions. 




Just as I was on the verge of exploding the doctor  whacked my head very hard, and stunned me.  I pulled out  and my weiner was dripping with the thickest cunt glue  imaginable, and the poor woman was kneeling there still  humping her hips.




"Turn around you little pig!," she screamed at  the woman, "suck his dick off and eat his whole wad,  every fucking drop, and you'd better do it right this  time!"




The woman did not need encouragement at all and swiftly  jerked around and gobbled my sore penis into her cute  mouth.  She grabbed my swollen balls and squeezed them,  sucking and forcing her throat onto my raw meat.  She  deep throated me repeatedly as she looked up at Dr.  Samantha, greatly fearing punishment if her performance  were unworthy.   I stood there unable to move, and she  literally forced the massive load of cock snot out of me.




I looked down in ecstasy and saw the thick mess pump into  her pretty throat, and then into her mouth, and she  looked up at me insanely, gulping the swampy glue down  like she was in a chugging contest.  I jerked again and  again pumping my squirting load into her overflowing  mouth.




My balls jerked up and down as thick globs of tangy  dickwad splashed into her open suckhole.  Her eyes glazed  over as she swallowed the indescribable mess, mouthful  after mouthful.  She held firmly to my nuts, trying to  squeeze out more of the filthy ejaculate that she craved  so desperately as globs of semen dripped from her chin to  the blanket below.  She held my cock in her mouth until I  had completely emptied out, and remained kneeling there  with my limp prick stuffed in her open oral cavity as she  looked humbly up at Dr. Samantha.




"That's a good cocksucker!", Dr. Samantha said, as she  massaged my sore balls.  My spent dick fell from the  woman's mouth and hung there obscenely dripping cum as  she licked her lips and ate the residue around them.




Dr. Jones slapped her again and pushed her to the carpet.   "Now get your ass out of here you disgusting cunt, I  want to see you crawl."




The woman quickly began her humiliating crawling movement  again as Dr. Sam pushed the intercom button, and within  moments Christina and Nancy were there to escort her out  of the room.




The agitated psychiatrist spoke loudly to her nurses as  she flicked her hand at them...."Take this sack of shit  and give her the once over...do anything you want to her,  you know what I mean.   By the way, she's due in  masturbation at six so don't overdo it."




She looked at me impatiently and slapped my face,  and  then had me stand in front of her chair as she removed  the apparatus from my aching asshole.  I screamed as she  twisted it cruelly and pulled it out with an audible  'plop'.


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"Get your ass out of here too you ignorant fuck, and  don't forget, you've got masturbation at 8pm tonight.   They've expanded their hours so you'll have an evening  appointment this time."




I followed the nurses and woman out, and when the door  closed I stood there awkwardly as the two nurses abused  the poor female.  Christina opened the cabinet and gave  me my clothes, and I dressed quickly as they pulled their  victim out and into the hallway. 




As I left I saw them drag her into a treatment room and I  shuddered to think what they had in mind for her.  These  nurses were no doubt as vicious and filthy as the other  two I had experienced, and I began to dread the sessions  that I would be suffering there myself before long.




I quickly walked back to my room, and received quite a  shock when passing through the reception area.   A man  and woman were fucking in the masturbation spot, and as I  passed by the woman looked up at me in humiliation as the  man serviced her from behind. 




I couldn't bring myself to look directly at her, and was  out of the door as soon as possible.  I nearly ran to my  room, and when inside fell down on my easy chair  exhausted and sore.




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I suddenly panicked when I realized that I didn't  remember who I was.  My lapses of memory were becoming  deeper and more frequent, and at such times I sat there  staring blankly at the wall, wondering what had been in  my past,  before this place. 


I cried for several minutes,  and then ate my afternoon  meal, and watched TV before my usual nap.  After taking  my second set of daily meds I felt much better, and  though my memory hadn't improved, I no longer felt  anxiety about it.




I fell dead asleep after setting the clock, and rested  until the loud alarm went off several hours later.  Dr.  Samantha said today that I had been observed in my room  since I arrived here, and I looked around in an attempt  to find a camera as I dressed for my evening masturbation  appointment.  I was sure, however, that it would be well  hidden, and any search on my part could only bring  punishment.




The fear of another masturbation session gripped me.  I  was amazed that something that should be pleasurable, was  turning out to be quite degrading and damaging to my self  esteem.  I no longer had a choice in my behavior here  though, and had become an obedient robot, devoid of the  everyday freedoms most people take for granted.




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I arrived at the reception area and waited in the  sparsely populated room.  There were far fewer  appointments this time of day, and there was no crowding.   In that respect I was relieved.  My cock was  automatically becoming erect again, but at least I was  allowed to keep it in my pants this time.   When I was  called to my appointment, I was hunched over a bit, as  usual, from my ever present erection.   I was becoming  acclimated to this strange inconvenience, however, and  accepted it as unavoidable.




When I was called I quickly entered the treatment area  and walked down the long hallway to the masturbation  center.  I sat briefly in the anteroom before Elke Funker  greeted me, and she opened the inner door for me to  enter.  I walked in and Sandy Elam was with her, and the  two escorted me to a treatment room that I had not been  in before.  No one else was there at all, and apparently  I was their last appointment for the day.  Why the two of  them were necessary this time I couldn't imagine, but I  knew that any time here was humiliating and draining.




They led me into the room and shut the door and had me  strip off at once.  Sandy smiled broadly, and took my  clothes and put them in the corner.  As I stood there  Elke brought over a hypodermic and squirted in briefly in  the air.  She swabbed my hip and jabbed the needle in  painfully, injecting the contents.  They looked at me for  a moment, waiting for the effect of the drug.




Within seconds I felt a strange rush cover me, and my  whole emotional world seemed to change in an instant.  An  overpowering feeling of sensitivity and  embarrassment  washed over me,  and I cringed as I looked at them.  I  had not experienced this kind of mortification since  childhood, and their gloating at my obvious discomfort  made it even worse.




Elke slid her expert hand in and pulled on my balls as  Sandy put on a pair of latex gloves.  Sandy took a glob  of lubricant and quickly shoved in my asshole, followed by a thin vibrator,  embedding it deeply and twisting it around.  Both  were in front of me now as my penis became unbearably  erect, and they sat looking up at me as my dick bobbed up  and down.




A computer cam was aimed at us in a position to capture  all activity, and as my astonishing humiliation  overpowered me, Elke whispered to me seductively.




"I told you this would become quite uncomfortable for you  and now you are knowing what I mean, aren't you?   Now  you take that dick in your hand and jack it off for us  and the camera.  If you don't give us a good show, and  give up your complete self esteem,  we will be very  disappointed and will have to give you a bad report to  Dr. Samantha."




I was horrified that they might cause a problem for me  with Dr. Sam and jumped to it, feeling my swollen balls  as began to stroke off.  My dick was at full extension,  painfully erect now,  and I knew it wouldn't take much  for release.




Sandy held a collection beaker under my dick this time as  I wanked off.




Sandy had a patronizing glint in her eyes as she spoke,  hoping to produce as much emotional sting as possible.




"You like to play with that dick don't you?," she purred,   "jacking off your nasty friend, and guess what....forty  thousand people are watching you now.  You see this score  board on the computer screen....this will show audience  approval for your jackoff session."




"Just think how many people are viewing and downloading  your video now.   If you do not attain at least an eighty  per cent reading on your scorecard, indicating your  complete surrender to your humiliation,  you will be  punished in a way that you will not believe in our lower  treatment area, and we will give Dr. Jones a negative  report."




"We must maintain our ratings you know.  Now get your  fucking hand moving and show us what a good jackoff  boy you are."




My sense of shame was so intense now that I can say with  complete confidence that I had never felt such  mortification in my life.  The drug they gave me must be  greatly enhancing those feelings, and I knew that I had  no options whatever, and must accept complete subjugation  before thousands of people, both male and female, who  wanted nothing less than my complete emotional downfall.




I looked at the corrupt women in front of me and at the  small camera that was capturing my utter debasement.




I was intensely horny at the same time and began flogging  my large, stiff member as I grunted in pleasure.  I  looked from Sandy to Elke, and then to the camera, and  began stroking so hard saliva dribbled from the corner of  my mouth.  My balls were flopping back and forth  painfully, and I went into the most consummate kind of  erotic state, and every single ounce of my inner lust  poured out to the gloating people watching me.




They knew how horrifying this was for me, and were  getting off on it. 




"Come on you pathetic son of a bitch......you can do  better than that!"




Sandy pushed the dildo around in my asshole as I  masturbated, enhancing my already exploding libido. 




She laughed at me as I jerked uncontrollably, and  scrunched up her face in mock sympathy.  "You fucking  ridiculous sack of crap,  look at you!   You like us  humiliating you!  Look at this asshole Elke, he wants to  crawl in a hole somewhere, don't he?, but he can't!"




Elke slapped my face hard as she laughed....."No he can't  escape this....there's nowhere to go is there you absurd  bastard....and it's all being viewed and recorded.


"Look at his ratings," she snickered, "good fucking  ratings Sandy....looks like this jackoff is giving our  audience quite an entertainment!"




About that time I screamed in pleasure and my dick did a  projectile ejaculation all over Elke, and hardly any into  the collection beaker.  I tried to aim into the collector  but was jerking so wildly as I stared at the camera that  I could do little to control my spasms of absolute  mortification.  The drug induced humiliation was making  my balls empty out violently, and I continued to spit  semen over Elke and Sandy as they taunted me.




Finally my spurts of seminal fluid began to abate, and  slowed to dribbles of thin fluid that dripped into the  beaker.  I looked at Elke and Sandy in fear, babbling  incoherently as I apologized. 




This proved even more satisfying to the audience, who  wound up giving me very high marks, and apparently my  lack of marksmanship while ejaculating my load did not  anger the two gorgeous masturbatrix, and they were  laughing so hard as I mumbled my terrified remorse to them,  that they let it pass. 




I don't think there was anything left of what was once  me.....my complete inner defense apparatus, as a  functioning human being had been destroyed, leaving me a  hollow shell, and a novel form of sexual entertainment  for countless people.




Sandy and Elke were enjoying this to their inner core,  and I knew that this was what gave their lives meaning.   They sneered as they wiped me off,  and sent me back to  my apartment completely naked.  I was numb with emotional  pain as I plodded back through the reception area, and  the female guard slapped my ass hard and laughed as I went  through the door, and she locked it right behind me.




Once back in my apartment I collapsed and cried  violently.  I could barely remember who I was or why such  a thing should be happening to me, and the absolute shame  of it all battered me as I sat in the comfortable and  enveloping easy chair.




I had no appointments tomorrow since it was Sunday, and  would be allowed to rest and recuperate the whole day.  I  definitely needed it...oh how I needed it.  After taking  my last meds I felt better emotionally, and for a second  even found it difficult to remember why I had been so  anguished.  I watched TV until I couldn't stay awake, and  fell into bed, and into an all consuming sleep.  I could  sleep in tomorrow as long as I wanted, and this was  tremendously soothing to me.




























































































































DE6




I slept soundly for most of the day Sunday, regaining the lost strength and vitality that had brought me to the point of utter exhaustion.  After a long shower and hearty dinner I sat watching TV and looking out at the ominous electric fence that engulfed the entire complex. 




I felt a stirring of memories of some former past, and then glimpses of nostalgia from deeply buried events, but could not focus on specifics.  I looked around the well furnished apartment and wondered how long I had been here.  Weeks?  Months?  Years?   The fact that I could not recall my name didn't seem to cause panic anymore....I had my insane passion of obedience to the women to comfort me.   My constant erection entertained me no end when it was being attended to by the cruel staff in the inner treatment enclave.




How I could be so blessed was beyond me...how I had become a part of this mind numbing pleasure astounded me.   Some few of the earth's population are just lucky, I surmised.  I lay there nude in front of the large screen television, wanting very badly to masturbate, but the restrictions placed on me seared into my consciousness, and I shivered in fear even thinking of such an event.




Within moments the TV screen changed into a panorama of sexual filth.  Beautiful women sucking cock and being fucked in every orifice.  I jerked to full alertness, absolutely amazed that such things could be appearing on my personal television.  This had never happened before, and my bewilderment continued as a lovely young woman received an overflowing mouthful of male ejaculate.




As she slurped the unspeakable mess down I began to shiver in anticipation, and for the life of me could not control my urges and grabbed my painfully erect penis and began to service it with my hand.  Oh how good it felt as I moved my fingers up and down the whole length of my large dong, fingering my swollen nuts as the precum goo oozed out of my urethral opening.




I had not been allowed to jackoff for so long, and the forbidden aspect of it drove me to an intense passion, and I stroked more rapidly, making my enormous, and adamantine prick stiffen beyond description.  I was overcome with fear, glancing furtively around the room, but could detect no camera, or spy device anywhere.




I knew this meant nothing, and as I increased my pace the draining precum began to splatter over my groin area, reminding me that I was doing something absolutely forbidden, and for which I would be held accountable.




I moved quickly down before the TV screen, placing my face near the image of an open cunt, marvelously displayed by skillful camera work, and stoked ever faster inhaling the phantom odor emanating from the sopping pussyhole.




The eruption came over me suddenly, and I groaned out loud in ecstasy, jerking backward against the edge of the comfortable easy chair behind me.  As I fell backward onto the thick carpet a viscous line of semen spit out from my fiery dickhead, and splattered across the large viewing screen, flowing in rivulets all the way down, and finally dripping to the carpet below.




I was terrified greatly from my unspeakable sin, and just sat there convulsing uncontrollably as the white fluid continued to squirt out of me, and a large area of wetness formed below my privates.  My face was flaccid and blank as the cum was forced from me by my insane lust, and finally my senses began to return,  as the last vestiges of my thick male liquid drained from my spent organ, and I lay there shaking as the raunchy show ended.  The TV screen returned to normal programming shortly after I had finished, and I could not for the life of me figure out what had just happened.




Why would they display such an obscene show in view of my mandate of strict abstinence. 




I retrieved a towel from the bathroom, and kneeled, blotting up the mess that I had so inconsiderately deposited on their expensive carpet, feeling the pangs of regret and terror eating at my inner regions. 




After I had cleaned as thoroughly as possible, I put a robe around me and flopped down on the large comfort chair.  Memories of a time past bubbled up from my deep psyche, and a passionate kiss in the arms of the woman I loved....but then it was gone.




For a moment I knew who lived inside my mind....but only for a moment, and I returned to my state of limbo, once again focusing on the beautiful witches tormenting me each day.  My guts were clenched in knotted dread, knowing that I had committed a serious offense.




I searched the apartment for any possible clue of a spy device....I could find nothing, but knew something was watching me always, and that the world would come crashing down on my next session with Dr. Samantha.  The memory of her breathtaking sexuality burned inside me, and unbelievably, made my penis firmly erect once more.




I fell asleep on the easy chair as the semen continued to drain from my swollen pisshole, absorbed by the soft material of the robe, and dreamed deeply, of the forbidden atrocities being inflicted on me each day.




I slept for most of the remainder of the day, enjoying a lazy Sunday that had given me a temporary and crucial sojourn from my intense schedule.  I was able to release myself of the unmentionable pressure that was my world now, and the evening hours of TV entertainment and snacks, and drowsiness was wonderful beyond description.




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On awakening Monday morning, I felt the pangs of visceral misery eat at me, dreading this day and the  consequences of my actions the day before.




After a good shower and breakfast and my medications, including the vaporizer mist,  I prepared to depart for my afternoon session, and when I tried to put my shorts on, I stopped suddenly, and could not move a muscle.  I dropped the underwear  on the chair and stood there, trembling a bit, and the vicious fingers in my mind began to claw at me and dominate me.




I knew what I must do.  I would have no use for clothing this morning, and would be compelled to leave my room with nothing on at all, save the resigned look of humiliation that had become a part of me now.




I left the safety of my quarters, and walked rapidly down the long hallway of the housing complex with my hand cupped under my penis, passing a number of people along the way,  and over in to the crowded reception area.  My cock was swollen so that it bobbed up and down painfully with each step.  Mortified, I entered the busy reception room, and on this occasion,  I was the only nude person present there.




This did absolutely nothing to soothe my horrified embarrassment, and as I sat down after registering, my eyes were blurred with the exhaustive, dark wetness of utter debasement that had eaten it's way into my very soul.




I actually looked at each woman around me, unable to escape their amused stares, and inexplicably allowed myself to be further humiliated, looking into their disgusted eyes.  I had no cloth to absorb the drainage from my pisshole, and a pretty female guard came over and handed me a small towel.




I looked up at her,  expecting, possibly, an iota of compassion, but instead found more humiliation from her irritated frown.  "You're dripping on the seat sir....do you think someone else wants to sit there after you've made a mess?"




My eyes were pits of dark shame now, and with a resigned sigh I apologized again and again as the nearby women grinned slyly to themselves.




I waited quite some time for my name to be called, but instead, finally, a pretty nurse in her forties came through the inner office door, and walked straight toward me.  She had a dog lease and collar in her hand, and glided swiftly down the row and stopped in front of me.  The people around me looked on in puzzlement as she held the collar in front of my face.




"On your knees....now!", she said emotionlessly.  You could have heard a pin drop as all eyes in the room focused on me, and my jaw dropped as she pushed my head in a downward direction, toward the floor.




I dropped immediately, and as she attached the thick collar tightly around my neck, I looked into the eyes of a stunning blond across from me.  She was enjoying my defilement tremendously, and gloated with an insulting smirk when the reception nurse jerked upward and pulled me along behind her.




I walked on all fours as best I could, and could not keep up with her pace, and she jerked the chain hard as she walked to the entrance of the inner area.  I nearly fell over as we passed the end of the row of seats nearest the inner office door, and plodded along behind her, and looked back and caught a glimpse of the roomful of surprised faces just as the door closed behind us.




The muffled laughter that erupted after we had left the room was almost more than I could bear, and I looked up and saw  Dr. Samantha's nurses, Nancy and Christina, coming toward us in the hallway.




Nancy took the chain from the nurse and gave my face a very hard slap with her hand.  I jerked from the pain, and they pulled me unceremoniously into the ante area of Dr. Sam's office.  Christina kicked my ass and made me fall to the floor as Nan pulled upward on the chain shutting off my air briefly.




With the hallway door closed the two perverted women began to abuse me in a way that was quite frightening to me.  They pulled me into their nurse's treatment room and had me bend over and grip my ankles once again.  Nancy pulled my leash down and fastened it on the floor as I held tightly to my ankles.




I was in a state of utter shock and disorientation now, and as Christina duck taped my hands to my ankles, Nancy took out several containers and placed them on her work area.




"I won't disillusion you," said Nancy, "you're in serious trouble now, and you have no idea what the doctor is going to do to you."  I shivered as she began to rub a cold lubricant all over my ass cheeks.  She covered them thoroughly and ran her hand into my asscrack and coated every nuance there with the cream.




"I'm going to explain what I'm doing with you so that you'll know," she said, breathlessly...."this salve will soften and toughen your skin greatly, and it will make your ass cheeks much more sensitive than usual.  Your skin will be far less likely to tear or bruise once this has been absorbed." 




Her cold hands continued to apply the salve liberally, and I could feel the cool air on my ass, and her every touch.  She then applied several more kinds of salves to the same area, and my skin became so sensitive that I felt a sharp pain each time she made contact.




"You're going to scream," she said through gritted teeth, "isn't he Chris?"




Christina pulled on my balls and squeezed them as she spoke...."He has no fucking idea Nan.....just the slightest thumping on your ass will be excruciating, and you're going to receive much more than just a slight thumping my friend."




She slapped my dick hard and made it flip violently as I screamed.  Nancy continued rubbing the special ointments in as I stood there quivering, and her very touch became sharply painful.




"There, that should do it, he's ready now."   They unclipped my leash and, one on each side, began to walk me out into the ante area.  The duck tape made me grip my ankles tightly as I moved, step my step, and soon we stood before Dr. Sam's office door.




Nancy knocked lightly, and from inside I could hear Dr. Samantha's throaty voice.  "Yes.....bring him in." 




They walked me one step at a time into the room and I could just barely make my way along.  It was very difficult to raise my head,  so I merely looked at the thick carpeting beneath me as the nurses walked me slowly across to the doctor. My ass was tingling on the threshold of pain and my awkward position was becoming extremely uncomfortable. 




We stood waiting in front of Dr. Sam,  and I balanced there, squatted over in great discomfort as the women looked at me.




Dr. Samantha stood and put her hand on my still bald head....."Remember when I told you that you would meet my friend the leather strap, and scream in pain?"




"We saw you.....yesterday....beating off your meat in front of the TV....and though I must admit that it was greatly entertaining for all of us....we find that we are, after all,  not amused, since you have broken a monumental tenant here, and I'm afraid must suffer greatly for it."




My blood ran cold, and my heart beat rapidly as I envisioned what was to come, and despite this, my adoration of this horrible woman knew no bounds.




Nancy swiftly reached between my legs and captured my exposed balls in her hand.  I could feel the long fingernails pinching inward on my engorged nuts as she pulled hard to separate them. 




"We really enjoyed watching you beat off in front of the TV yesterday asshole, and when you sniffed the TV screen we all had a good laugh," Nancy said, compressing my nuts between her fingers, "ain't that right Dr. Samantha?"




I was fighting off the nausea that my painful position was producing, and the deeply insulting comments from the beautiful Nancy  enhanced my feelings of absolute worthlessness, which made the nausea even worse.




Christina reached between my legs also and pulled my hard dick outward, stretching it awkwardly.  She pinched it and slapped it as Nancy roughly kneaded my swollen ball sack.




Dr. Sam slapped my ass hard and I screeched in pain as the two nurses did their thing with my reproductive organs.






The gorgeous psychiatrist ran her hand soothingly over my tender ass cheeks.  "Did you think you could get away with it?  We watch everything, and everything is seen on every closed circuit television in the both buildings.  Every time you take a shit you're broadcast all over the facility, do you understand you ignorant fuck!"




"Walk!," screamed Dr. Samantha, and they pushed and propelled me toward the treatment room.  I jumped awkwardly, hopping one foot ahead of the other, the duck tape holding my hands firmly in place, and soon we entered the lab where I had received an intense hypnotic treatment during my last visit.




Dr. Sam pushed me into position over and in front of two video floor cameras, each aimed at my face, and clipped my leash to the floor in front of me to hold my head in place.  She positioned a microphone near my lips, and  restrained my ankles securely with floor straps on either side, and pulled down a support strap that hung from the ceiling.  The strap had a broad leather pad that she placed under my arms.  She pushed a button and the strap began to pull upward, holding me securely under my chest, so that it would be impossible for me to fall over in any direction.




My intense feeling of physical discomfort was slightly relieved by this, and the aching in my legs abated somewhat.  Christina and Nancy sat on either side of me, and Nan gripped my nuts and pulled them apart widely attaching a weight to them, so that when she released it, my balls were pulled downward heavily, and I gasped from the dull hurting as they hung there below me.




The doctor then sat beside me and swabbed my arm, carefully inserting an IV needle, and taped it securely.  An IV bag hung nearby,  and she started the drip so that the fluid began to enter my bloodstream.




"You will not pass out on me you worthless bastard....you will endure your punishment and suffer all of the pain.  This will keep you fully conscious during our little conversion party."




Dr. Samantha retrieved something from the wall and came over to me.  She held the object down by my face so that I could see it clearly, and my stomach turned over in fear, as I stared at it.




"This is my little friend and confidant," she whispered.




It was a thick leather strap, about a yard long, and shined with freshly applied oil, so that it's surface seemed wet and fluid.  She moved back and cracked it near my head, the soft leather implement snapping loudly in my ear.




One of the nurses slapped my ass hard, and I screamed in pain as the sharp impact bit into my extremely tender cheeks. 




Dr. Samantha stood behind me and cracked her strap several more times.  "Did you know," she recited, in a monotonous tone, "that the sound produced by a human voice can reach eighty five decibels or more under proper motivation.  I have induced some of my slaves to produce screams in the near one hundred range.  Let's see what we can do today."




I was grunting in terror now, unable to comprehend the harsh cruelties being inflicted on me, and tried desperately to steel myself for the coming agony.  When the first blow hit my ass, all of that went out the door as I screamed in utter horror from the pain.




I screamed several times as the weights bobbed up and down on my swinging balls, and the second lash brought out a strange gurgling sound from me as the spittle ran from my mouth, and I expelled screeching bellows of pain, over and over again.  The horrendous torture was unbearable, but I was forced to bear it, screaming over and over again as the lash ripped into my unbelievably tender buttocks.




Dr. Sam was just getting in form now, and continued her merciless lashing, shouting out decibel levels with each excruciating crack of the leather punishment tool.  I screamed so loudly that my vocal cords gave out, and a strange, rasping shriek was all that was left.




"Oh no...no!  No...no...no....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhack!  Oh no please... no...no...ahhhhhhhheeeeeeeek!  My balls were jerking violently now, and the searing pain in them merely aggravated the unspeakable torture being forced on me.




The cracking sound was so loud that it sounded like a rifle shot, and I was reaching a point where my mind might snap from the sheer pain.  I was gasping and slobbering and shrieking as she worked over every inch of my extremely sensitive ass with the thick razor strap whip, and I was sure that I would have passed out by now, except for the IV attached to me.




"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Eeeeeeeeeeahhhhsh!    Oh please....oh please.....aaahhhhhhhhhhhhack!"




I was without a mind now and babbling and begging for mercy in a patheticly shameful voice, even as Dr. Samantha grunted and worked me over.  I was near snapping when she stopped, and I hung on the straps unable to function mentally.  I babbled and gurgled and shook violently, the sweat pouring from my body in streamers.   I continued to make nonsense sounds as my mind tried to deal with unbearable agony ripping my ass to shreds.




I could hear Dr. Sam breathing heavily, after her great exertion, and she placed the strap back on the wall and sat beside me with the two women.  She bent down and spoke to me as Nancy removed the weights from my tormented balls. 




"You will live and breath by my every word...you will crawl and gladly do any disgusting thing for me or any other woman,  no matter to what infinite degree it may be desired.  You are nothing but shit under my feet, and you will obey me absolutely, completely, insanely, and you will jump to obey my every whim. 




You no longer have an ego.....you have no self....only your insane craving for abuse from me and every other woman....do you understand me you pig piece of shit?"




I was mentally functional again, and I groaned piteously as I answered her.  "Oh yes, oh yes......oh please let me serve you....oh please let me serve you, please, please I will do anything...oh please let me serve you."




I was changed inside after that session, so that nothing could ever cause me to disobey her, or any woman again, a branding iron of agony and humiliation had seared it's way into my inner core, and I knew that I was now her appendage, thinking only of obedience to her, and to every other of the staff here. 




The indescribable and horrific pain had ripped shards of reality from my concept of self,  I was now, and always would be scum under her feet...piss in a urinal....she had expertly removed all of my substance, that which was the driving force making me different from the other people around me.




She rubbed some kind of salve over my asscheeks, and the pain lessened immediately.  I was detached from my leash restraint, my ankle straps, and IV, and they cut the duct tape securing my hands to my ankles.  I couldn't stand, and they lowered the ceiling strap so that I could be placed in a wheelchair. 




I screeched again when I sat down, and Dr. Sam injected me with a hypo and the pain quickly melted away.  I was high from the powerful drug, and was wheeled back to my room for the rest of the day to sleep it off.




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In my dreams I searched room after room in an endlessly large building....searching for what was left of me....I opened one door, then another....and there was always nothing there.  When I awoke it was seven in the evening and I had not previously been scheduled for an appointment in the masturbation center.  For this I was incredibly grateful. 




A nurse came at seven thirty and commanded me to strip and lay face down on the bed.  She administered a salve on my sore ass, rubbing it in completely.  The pain was not significant now, and I could tell that the medications given me were working very well. 




The pretty nurse slid her skilled fingers all over my ass cheeks and into my ass crack, and applied the salve twice.  "You going to be a good boy now?, and do exactly what you're told to do?"   She knew  what I was becoming, and seemed to take enjoyment from my lowly position on the social scale.






She finished her ministrations on my bare ass, then stood for a moment, and turned, with her rear to my face, and pulled down her white pantsuit and panties, revealing a perfect butt.  "Now you lowlife bastard,  you're going to kiss my ass aren't you?"  She bent over and spread her cheeks, revealing a dark brown asshole.




I immediately moved to obey her, rubbing my face over her smooth asscheeks, and kissed both of her creamy white buttocks.  I moved my mouth back and forth smooching every inch of her wonderful rear.




"Suck my asshole....suck it real good!"




I was insanely horny by now and secured my lips over her well pronounced anal sphincter, as she pulled her crack wider apart, and I began to suck voraciously, enjoying the wonderfully musky smell of a recent bowel movement.  I sucked her bunghole passionately as she moaned in pleasure.




"Here's what you're good for," she gasped, and she expelled a long and powerful fart into my mouth.  I paused momentarily, but continued sucking and cleaned her rear hole completely, as I inhaled the smell.  I was disappointed when she pulled away, and looked down despondently.




"I can use you any way I want and you know it don't you?




She paused and gazed down at me for a moment.  "Don't look so sad you stupid fuck, I've got more for you."






She turned around and pulled my face into her wet cunt, and a pungent moistness covered my mouth.  She towered over me as she rubbed her fragrant vagina all over my face, and pulled my head back and pinched my nose so that I had to open my mouth.




"Keep it open!, she grunted, and as I looked obediently up at her she pissed in my mouth.  I drank it, sputtering as the warm urine gushed in, and swallowed all of it.  Her urine was a bit swampy and salty, and her vaginal secretions also flowed in, as I gulped the waste liquids from her swollen urethra.




She took a towel and wiped herself, and pulled her panties and pantsuit up, and looked down at my wet face with a condescending expression.




"Any woman can do whatever they want with you can't they, and you like it.  You don't have any shame left do you?  You know something, I think you're about a pathetic piece of shit but, to tell you the truth, I also think you're cute."




"You take this salve and apply it to your buttocks each day for three days, it'll soak in so that you won't even notice it."




"I'll probably be seeing you around you worthless bastard."  She grinned at me and left, and I lay there looking at the ceiling for several minutes.




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The following morning I received a call on the phone, and was instructed to report to the masturbation area at twelve noon.  I received few calls, and only when necessary.  Once again when I prepared to leave, I found that it was impossible for me to wear clothing, and I would be forced to venture out again nude, with my usual hardon.




My meds had been altered slightly, and I noticed that the drainage from my penis was becoming much more pronounced than before.  I reached for a handkerchief, but found it impossible to take it with me. The overpowering inner voice now dictated my every move. I knew that they were implanting suggestions in my mind, either by direct hypnotic inducement, or possibly by subliminal persuasion.




Once more I would have to deal with my copious and constant seminal discharge, and face the abject humiliation in the reception area.  I headed out the door and down the crowded hallway, for my appointment.




I arrived at the reception room, and thankfully there were three other nude individuals there that day.  Anyone who must be in the reception area nude is fully aware of the special kind of degradation that it produces, and thereafter is sympathetic to others who are in this position.  Seemingly, however, not everyone had to go through this,  I estimated possibly one in twenty.




My sense of humiliation was not to be described as I walked into the area, and over to the reception desk with my hand under my dick.  I checked in and tried not to look at anyone in particular, and I felt that I was truly at the lowest point possible. I humbly asked the receptionist nurse if I might borrow a towel and she became irritated and told me that I would not be able to sit down before my appointments anymore, as long as I was dripping on everything.




I looked around anxiously and found a spot near the front entrance door next to the row of seats against the wall.  I didn't even look at the sitting patients, and each person who came in eyed me curiously, wondering what I was doing standing there.  It was a place where I would be most out of the way of traffic and least likely to bump into someone.




I had been reduced to the absolute depths of degradation by the nurse's use of a dog leash on my last visit, and there were many here now who had witnessed my special embarrassment, and who displayed their lewd awareness of my presence with sly grins of sarcasm.  I was a live nerve emotionally, and was unsuccessful in numbing my horrific feelings of mortification.  I was totally bare to their cruel censure, and felt like an animal on a spit, slowly being roasted,  my self esteem being flayed off me unmercifully.




Finally, the same nurse who had led me by the dog chain called my name, and when I came to the inner door she looked at me, and at my hand with disgust.  There was nothing, unfortunately, that I could do about that, so I meekly followed her through the appropriate door, and down the hallway to the dreaded masturbation area.




I met two women coming down the hallway and looked sheepishly at them as we passed.  I could always detect that look of amusement in the faces of passersby, but in general most of the inhabitants became adjusted to the strange and unorthodox sexual therapy techniques that had been used so successfully here, and after a time knew that anything at all was to be expected.




I entered into the anteroom of the masterbation clinic, and sat down.  There was no one else there and I was grateful for that.




My hand was near overflowing by now with precum, and I was becoming panicky, desperate to get rid of it before Sandy or Elke came.  I felt that they would be quite angry if I entered the area this way, and I also knew that if I threw it on the floor they would be just as angry. I could have thrown it against the wall in the hallway if no one had been present, but it didn't work out that way.   As I sat waiting I decided to use my only option.




I held my hand to my mouth and quickly slurped up the mess, and scrunched up my face as I did so,  sucking the precum off as I swallowed it.  I was disgusted with myself as I licked my hand clean,  but feared humiliation by the two masturbation nurses so much that I felt I had no choice.  The funky taste was repulsive to me but at least I had found a way around the strange problem.




Sandy opened the inner door, and smiled broadly at me.  "Would you come in please," she said with comic affect, as though I were a celebrity. 




How well I knew that her sweet smile was totally deceptive, and remembered her full intentions toward me.  I was dirt to her and Elke.  They were becoming a part of the instrument of my destruction.




Sandy led me to the back of the large main room into one of her 'treatment cubicles'.




There were six women there, all of them presumably volunteer residents of the facility, and I had no idea what today's session would be like.  Sandy grabbed my hands and looked at them.  "Alright, where did you put it?", she grinned slyly.




I looked at her innocently, pretending not to understand her meaning.  Her expression changed dramatically, and she stared daggers at me as she stood waiting for an answer.  I knew what she meant, and had no idea that it would come up in conversation.




"If you don't tell me where you put it you'll deeply regret it, I promise!  You had to have accumulated a handful of precum on your way here, where the fuck is it?"




She looked quizzically at me and smiled slightly.  She then examined my hand, and let it drop back down to my side.  "You ate your own cum didn't you?," she laughed, "You were afraid you'd be punished if you had cum in your hand weren't you?"




The women were laughing outloud by now, looking from one to the other as my humiliation continued. "You keep your fucking precum in your hand from now on until you get here, is that clear, then we will have you eat it on camera for thousands of internet viewers right before each session, how doe's that sound to you?"




I looked down in shame, the overpowering conditioning I had been subjected to had reduced me to a sniveling child when under the influence of the pretty female staff here.  I melted into embarrassed obedience as she finished her lecture.




She reached down and rubbed her fingers over my pisshole and then onto her apron.




"Now you ignorant bastard, kneel in this fixture and put your hands down so we can strap you in."




"Fucking ate your own cum because you were afraid of us....I don't believe it!"  They all enjoyed another good laugh as Sandy rubbed her hand over my ass.




I knelt quickly over the padded fixture in the doggie style position, and lay my head on a padded chin support.  There was a computer cam, and a video cam directly in front of my face, and  computer cams located on either side of me, and to my rear.  Sandy strapped me in and tightened the restraints so that I was completely immobile.  My wrists were strapped to the floor support, and my legs and ankles and midsection so that I could not move.




Sandy swabbed my right hip with alcohol and gave me an injection.  She didn't pretend to be gentle in the process, and moved the needle so that more pain was produced.  I squirmed in discomfort, and grunted as she injected the reddish liquid in, and she swabbed again after finishing.  The smell of alcohol always makes me feel butterflies inside, no doubt due to doctor's office visits, and it actually made my erection more pronounced, if that were possible.




Cum was draining out of my penis profusely now, due in part to the exotic drugs being given me, but also because of the hard usage that I had experienced during my stay here.  Sandy placed a special elongated ceramic receptacle under my privates, and it was supported on an adjustable platform.




"So what are we going to do to this one Sandy?," asked one of the attractive ladies...."he looks real hot all trussed up like that."




"Ladies, first of all I want to thank you for your volunteer support in our masturbation research projects, and I want to assure you that your donated time here will be compensated gratuitously in the future by various means."




"Anna, Frieda, Wilma, Alicia, Louise, Roberta....what we will do to this male slave is an important part of our intense forced masturbation research initiative.  We intend to explore the absolute limits of the male ejaculation process.  You have all attended the tutorial sessions during the past months concerning the male genital anatomy, and are well aware of the basic physiological processes involved."




"I will ask you to milk him like a cow, you have also received tutorial sessions in the manipulation of excreting organs, including   male sexual organs and working cow's udders, though most of you already have this experience.  I think that you will find this entertaining, and an interesting and erotic sexual adventure.  Do not think about this slaves discomfort....that means nothing to us here, and should mean nothing to you also as participants."




"If he yells or makes any sounds whatever, ignore this and continue your turn.  Each of you will masturbate him to ejaculation, one after the other, and then repeat the process until we have reached his absolute refractory limit.  By that time he should be experiencing extreme discomfort and pain, notwithstanding the pleasure he might feel while being milked by six lovely women."






My ass was still raw from my whipping but the salve and painkillers had pretty much eliminated most of the hurt.




"Now ladies, sit in the your seats, or stand if you like, and we'll begin the first ejaculation sequence.  I'll call your names as your turn comes up, and you may sit in either one of the milking chairs on each side of the slave."




"I recommend that you spend some time massaging his balls before each jerkoff, but gently ladies, remember that your manipulation must be measured and careful, to assure evacuation of his testes without damage or trauma.  Just play with those balls a little bit then jack him off.  I'll tell you if you're being a bit too rough.  We'll just let the semen accumulate in the receptacle and I'll have a use for that later."




"Our highest Internet site score for this particular process is eighty nine percent, so that is the mark you will be trying to beat.  As you milk him off the large online audience will be grading your efforts, as well as his facial expressions and comments.  All of this has an effect on the kind of response elicited from the audience.  I'd estimate that there must be up to a hundred thousand viewers now online, since this is one of our most popular events."




"No fellatio is allowed at this time, only masturbation."




Sandy shoved lubricant in my asshole with her finger, and picked up a thin vibrator from the counter.  She turned it on and slid it up my anus deeply, and left it there to enhance the session.  My prostate became highly charged due to the high frequency vibration, and I shook all over as my penis flipped up and down involuntarily.




The aphrodisiac had begun to hit me very hard, and I strained against the straps needing desperately to relieve myself.  I was breathing heavily by now, and in an extreme state of sexual arousal.  I pumped my hips in a fucking motion, and the women seemed to get a kick out of this.




"Now, let us begin.   Anna take a seat and give him his first hand job."




Anna smiled broadly.  She was in her thirties, a pretty brunette, and was well endowed physically.  She was a farm girl, as were all of them, and knew how to use her hands for milking.  She sat comfortably, and gently reached down and cupped my hanging balls in her hands.  She applied gentle pressure and moved them around in her fingers.  Farm ladies knew what these were for.




I squirmed in pleasure, and continued pumping my hips, and she slid her other hand over my hard cock and gently stroked it.  Her soft hand moved up and down in a regular motion, and she gently kneaded my swollen nuts while doing this.  Her jacking motions became a bit more insistent, and I reared my head back in pleasure as she performed her duties.




She looked around at my face to see the results of her efforts, and smiled knowingly and ran her tongue over her lower lip as she increased her stroke speed.  It didn't take long to bring me off, and I yelled as my load was expelled under great pressure.  I spit wad after wad of steaming cum into the container as she expertly continued her stroking, and she looked at my facial expressions as she helped pull out my enormous ejaculation.




She was very good and knew when to ease up, and when to increase speed.  "On my gosh," said Alicia, "look at his load...I don't believe it!"




Sandy rubbed her hand gently over my ass and adjusted the vibrator from time to time as she spoke to me.




Anna finished and wiped her hand off and got up off the seat. 




"Frieda, your turn please."




Frieda jumped up eagerly, and sat in the same milking position as Anna.  She also gently placed her hands under my swinging nuts, and took one in each hand, applying gentle pressure to them.  She let them flop between her strong fingers, and pulled down on both of them,  massaging the upper nerve complex expertly. 




My penis was still semi erect, and she peeled back my foreskin, and stroked the head gently, letting the flexible tissue slide up and down.  Forty three year old Frieda was born and raised on a farm and was quite experienced at this kind of thing.  She was not as pretty as the others but was a fulsome and sexually active kind of woman.  Her red hair gave evidence of the seething, horny feelings she kept restrained inside her.




She loved to masturbate men, as well as farm animals, and her firm, unrelenting grip on my balls told me that she was totally in charge, and that she had done this countless times before.




She leaned and looked at my face, kissing my cheek as she expertly fondled my large, still swollen stones.




"We're going to have some fun hon....now you just relax and let's see if you've got some more in these nasty balls.   You're going to like what Frieda does to you."




She pulled gently but firmly down on my nuts and stretched them, and cupped her fingers around my now erect cock.  She moved her hand slowly at first and my dick slid through the tunnel of her cupped digits, producing a sensation not unlike that of a tight cunt.




She increased her hand speed as she pressed my balls between her strong fingers and at one point the pressure became uncomfortable.  I grunted and gasped as she looked around at my face, and then her hand became a blur of motion, her breath coming in short bursts, as she worked me.




"Come on boy, show Frieda what you've got in there.  She held my nuts wide apart and fingered them, and simultaneously I groaned, as drool began to accumulate at the corner of my mouth, and I squealed quietly as a thick stream of dickwad eruped from the hole at the tip of my prick. 




The viscous milk spit out each time Frieda jerked her hand, and she knew just how to keep it squirting.  She went beyond the comfort point and I tensed and gritted my teeth when the ejaculation began to hurt.




"That's a good one...that's a good one", she gushed, when I had finished draining.  "I'll bet you like Frieda now hon don't you."




She kissed my cheek again and got up from her seat.




The other women had come closer for a good look at the action and were making comments the whole time.




Sandy slid the vibrator in deeply and edged it around stretching my anus as she tickled my prostate. 




"Wilma," she said, still smoothing her hand over my asscheeks.




Wilma was in her thirties also but her dirty blond hair made her look older.  She had also been raised on a farm, and had extensive experience milting horses for artificial insemination.  Her large hands could fit easily around a very large horse cock, and she had, on occasion, jacked off restrained animals just for the fun of it.




She was a gentle and loving woman, and masturbating her husband was one of her favorite pastimes, and served as an alternative for normal sex at appropriate times.  She loved the feel of a hard cock in her hands, and reveled in the pleasure of feeling and inspecting male testes.




I was perspiring by now, and the mind numbing pleasure made me quiver with satisfaction, as the women did me.  I looked directly into the cameras in front of me, knowing that I was completely exposed and vulnerable.  I was becoming a bit more used to the humiliation over time, but the staff here seemed intent on my not becoming acclimated, so that my mortification was newly enhanced day by day.




My balls had been emptied two times, and I had begun to feel some discomfort, but the ecstasy I felt was palpable.  Thinking of all the people watching my face and naked body right now made me cringe, but I steeled myself, and vowed to make the most of the situation.




Wilma very gently raised her hand so that my balls sank down in a pile on them, and she closed her strong fingers around my entire scrotum pinching lightly at the top.  She gripped my balls and squeezed firmly but gently, in and out.  First a bit of pressure, then release.




She lubricated her hand and cupped it over the tip of my penis, slowly sliding it backward so that my fore skin slid back, exposing my sensitive glans.  She pinched the head gently all over and then began to move her hand up and down my shaft, completing a full motion each time.




She whispered in my ear........"Don't be ashamed, let's have some fun.  I want you to cum and feel real intense orgasm when you do.  I know exactly what you want, and you just let go.   I'll do it real filthy for you."




She jacked harder, and though I was a bit drained my cock responded to her hand and her words, and soon I was humping again, and she quickened her pace to such a speed that I was quite overcome.  I groaned loudly, and expelled air as I ejaculated my third load into her blazing hand.




She continued whacking me even after I spit my wad and it became fairly painful.  She released me and wiped her hand and kissed me on my bald head, and the next milker sat down.



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I actually did not remember my name, or much of my past, only fleeting glimpses, and I seemed to be trapped in a constant present, and uncertain future.  This didn't cause panic attacks anymore, which I supposed was the result of the carefully selected, and administered medications given me several times a day.




I endured sessions like this as part of my duties to the beautiful staff here, and accepted whatever happened as inevitable.




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Sandy was applying a medicated salve now to my buttocks, and her soothing hand movement made me even more sensitive and aroused.




"Alicia, if you please."




Alicia was a blond in her twenties and was actually quite beautiful, with a perfectly proportioned body.  She was an equestrian, and riding and training horses was her passion.  She loved the feeling of control, and privately loved the feel of an erect horsecock in her strong hands.




She loved to suck cock and masturbate men, and delighted in the hot streamers of fresh male semen, spitting from a well worked penis. She was determined to show her prowess to the older women, and was quite in heat for the effort.  She sat on the other side for her work since she was left handed, and snuggled up closely for easy access to the hot set of balls hanging ready for her, and the large semi erect prick dripping semen.




She gently held both nuts in her right hand, letting them roll around as she peeled back the foreskin of the delicious cock.  She licked her lips as she stroked the impressive penis, and gave it several quick jerks to test the elasticity of the skin.




She leaned over and looked at my face, and nibbled on my ear.   She felt the nasty prick begin to harden in her soft hands, and continued to twirl my large nuts around with the fingers of her other hand.  She wanted to suck those balls, but, of course, this was not allowed now. 




She began to jerk the penis off, and gradually increased her pace.  She leaned and stuck her tongue in my ear again, and poked it in and wiggled it around as she jacked me off.  Her strong hand gripped my swollen dong tightly, and she fucked it with her thin fingers, as though she were providing a hot mouth or tight cunt for my captured pecker.




My cock was on fire now, the gorgeous woman was not really aware of the discomfort she was causing, but on the other hand I was so hot that I tried to forget about the great strain on my sexual organs.  My eyes were glazed over in pleasure, but I was not able to ejaculate at this point.




I just lay there and let things happen, and if they wanted me to cum, they would make sure I did.  Her tongue was wetting down my ear, and I breathed in gasps, as her hand became a blur of motion.  I was working up another ejaculation, and I think she was aware of it, but my balls were slapping against her fist, and were becoming quite inflamed.




She whispered in my ear as she speed jacked me........




"Come on sugar, you're going to spit for me regardless of how you feel.  I'd rather be sucking that juicy dick of yours but this will have to do.  Empty those balls right now!"




Her efforts finally paid off, and I felt another eruption coming on, and grunted like some kind of unidentifiable creature as my poor dick ejected more semen.  It was a very small load, but she milked it out so that it really hurt........the strangeness of pleasure and pain dawned on me as she continued to stroke, even after my milk had dribbled out.




Gratefully, she stopped and I got a short break from the increasing strain on my system.




She moved back and wiped her hands, smiling in triumph at me.




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At this point Sandy sat in one of the milking seats with a hypodermic in her hand.  She swabbed the base of my raw dick, and held firmly with her left hand as she injected the contents of the syringe directly into the base of my penis.  The sharp stinging sensation made me jerk, and she pinched the spot tightly for a few minutes, and released it, and stroked and flipped my dick gently to produce another intense erection.




The effect was dramatic, and my penis became hard again quickly, and my balls hung loosely under me, swollen and sore from the attentions forced upon me so far by four of the women.




She stood and returned to my rear where she gave me a second  injection in my hip. 




"Louise...it is now your turn."




Louise quickly got up and sat in the right side milking chair, and gingerly gripped my drooping nuts in her hands.  She massaged them very gently, and felt the swollen testicles between her fingers.




The aphrodisiac hit me hard, and I grunted hoarsely as I once again pumped my hips.




Louise was about fifty years old but very pretty with shining black hair, and she had the best body of the whole group.  Louise and her husband ran a stud farm, and she was imminently experienced in the manipulation and milking of the large sex organs of her stallions.




She was a cocksucker also, but would never have revealed this to the other women.  She loved to suck her husbands cock and eat his sweet spunk, and also loved to suck horsecock eat mouthfuls of the very tangy equine sperm.  In fact, she considered it quite a delicacy, and supplemented her diet quite often with the rich cream.  Her husband had become accustomed to this disgusting habit over the years, but insisted that she wash her mouth out thoroughly after any such activity.




Louise gently held my inflamed nuts in her hands.  Softly  pulling them apart and feeling them between her strong and rough hewn fingers.  She hadn't let her fingernails grow for years because of possible damage to the horse cocks she milked regularly.




She knew that this prick had been drained already four times and that she must be careful.  She also knew that she must extract another load from my dick, and that it would probably cause me pain.  This was not her concern though, she was merely doing what the staff dictated.




She pulled downward very slowly on my distended nuts, and rolled them around in her worn hands.  She was good...and she knew cock, and how to make it spit.  She put some lotion on her right hand and slid it over the very hard penis.  She knew that the erection was artificially produced, however, and that there was always the danger of ischemia in the tissues after a time.




She loved the feel of my large meat in her hand, and began to stroke it slowly and expertly.  She cared only about the cock and balls, and detached herself from the recipient of her attentions.   She stroked a little faster now and felt my hips pump forward.  This was a good sign and she knew she was heading in the right direction.  She moved her skilled fingers rapidly now, and there was very little friction as her expert hand forced the  fiery red cock to respond.




I was grunting in pleasure now, and as she continued her slick, rapid wanking, she gently rolled my exposed balls between her fingers.  She knew I was on the verge and only intensified her efforts as my hips fucked her hand.  She knew that men liked to fuck, but they also like to be jacked off and milked.




She felt me jerk violently, and I yelled as my penis desperately tried to expel more seminal fluid.  Only a few drops came out however, and she worked my balls and jacked me in pulses, making the orgasm occur again and again.  I was yelping in pain now, and she milked out the last drop as I shook and grunted in great discomfort.  Afterward she smoothed my balls with her hand and kissed them...a slight indiscretion that was allowed by Sandy.




The continued intensive sexual arousal was becoming intolerable for me, and I didn't know how this would all end.  My balls felt like large knots of torn muscle, having been drained repeatedly by the volunteer women.  My dick was still fully erect despite five ejaculations, and I was sweating profusely. The dull ache in my tortured nuts was beginning to work on my mind.  I had no choice, however, it would get worse and there was not a thing I could do.




"You've done very well ladies," exclaimed Sandy, "you're right on the borderline with an eighty eight percentile rating.  There are eighty seven thousand people online now watching, and still a chance to break the record.  Roberta....you have a difficult task, let's see if you're equal to it.  Just do the best you can."




Roberta, thirty seven,  was a voluptuous brunette, also born and raised on a farm, and she had been a body builder at one time.  Her hands were very strong, and she could actually crack nuts in her powerful hands.




She was quite gentle, however, with a man's balls in her grip, and knew how to make them evacuate their contents totally.  She also just loved to masturbate men, and once worked in a massage parlor giving handjobs.  She loved the feel of cum all over her hands, and the aroma of fresh semen.




She sat on the milking chair and pulled herself in closely, reaching gently for my swollen red balls and cock.  She loved to eat cum, but of course would not, in this case, and just wanted to force out, by any means possible, another few drops of male essence and make me get my nuts off again.




She leaned and whispered to me as she gripped both of my large nuts in one hand.  "Just relax and let me do the work....you know what I want."  She squeezed gently, being careful not to apply too much pressure, and peeled back my foreskin, and rubbed my open pisshole with her forefinger.




She put lubricant on her hand and milked it over the hard cock, sliding gently backward.  She pushed forward, and forced the foreskin over the head, then peeled it back again.  She began to jack me off, and at the same time rubbed my pisshole continually.




She stroked faster now, and I began to squirm and grunt from the pain.  She rubbed my pisshole rapidly, and jacked my stiff penis in a very fast but non abrasive motion.  My balls slapped against her hand as she did me, the warm soft sensation of my huge nuts in contact with her skin was highly erotic.  She gripped even tighter, and now her hand was a blur of motion.




I let out a yowl of pain, and jerked violently against the restraints.  My breathing came in short gasps, and a grunting moan punctuated my desperate position.  Roberta knew I was on the verge and kissed my back all over as she worked feverishly to extract semen out of my unresponsive penis.




The orgasm started slowly and exploded in an flash of pain, and Roberta continued her vicious handjob, determined to force me over.  After three long grunts the agonizing ejaculation ripped through my exploding nuts, and I jerked violently in time to the hand motions of the relentless Roberta. 




She felt a slight dribble come out of my pisshole and rubbed her fingers in it and smelled it.  "Ladies,   I got just a drop, but he got his nuts off.  Good luck doing it again!"




She got up and moved out of the way as I lay there in the fixture shaking uncontrollably.




"Anna....begin another round please," said Sandy quietly, "we're not done yet."




Anna got up with an amazed look on her face and again sat in the milking chair.  She reached under and very gently took hold my quivering balls, which were hanging very low now, and the blood raw penis, which was still at full erection.




She lubricated the penis by squirting cream directly on it, and gently began jacking the still bouncing dick.  I groaned in pain, and pulled forcefully against the straps, and short squeals of desperation were emanating from my lips.  I seemed not to be fully aware of my surroundings, and looked like a piece of raw meat unable to respond or communicate.




She beat me off rapidly, and didn't even touch the nuts as she worked me.  Even at her fastest speed no orgasm was forthcoming, and soon I just lay there and yelped with each stroke of her strong hand.




"I can't do it!," she exclaimed, "he's done."




She released the abused cock and got up from her seat.




Sandy was adamant about what was required and made them continue on.




"If you can't make him ejaculate, get up and let the next in line try."




Frieda did as directed and sat, once again holding the almost destroyed prick and balls in her hand.  There was still plenty of lubricant on my penis and she gripped it very gently and stroked it.  She was afraid of hurting me and only when prompted by Sandy, did she improve her efforts.




"Stroke it hard and try, and go on to the next in line please!"




Frieda began to move her hand rapidly, trying to touch the skin very lightly, and pathetic squeaks could be heard coming from my throat.  Unsuccessful, she rose and was replaced by Wilma, then Alicia, then Louise, and finally Roberta again.




There was no response whatever to the hard work of the women, and by this time I appeared to be semiconscious.




Finally Sandy gave in and stopped the session. 




She picked up the container of semen under me and brought it to my face as the women watched.  They began to smile as Sandy put a straw in it and held it below my mouth.  "Since you like the taste of your own cum so much here's some more.....drink it all, and do it quickly!"




By now, being shocked with outrageous commands had become quite common for me here, and I responded to any and all directives immediately, and completely.  I forced myself to alertness though I was near passing out.  She put the straw in my mouth and I began drinking the swampy paste, not pleased by what I was doing, but sworn to do it exactly as commanded.




I gulped it all down like a milkshake, and swallowed the last of the strange tasting seminal fluid.  Sandy rubbed my head rapidly with her hand when I finished.  "Now that was real good you stupid  bastard, you seem to really like eating your own cum and we'll keep that in mind."




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They had broken the record with a ninety three percent score, and an audience high of ninety thousand viewers.  Online comments were overwhelmingly positive, and this session had turned out to be one of the most popular events of this kind so far.




The women left the room, looking back sympathetically, and Sandy released me from the restraints.  She called Elke and required help from an additional worker to get me into a wheelchair. 




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I was in agony, having been violated terribly in a unique kind of way, and had to endure something that was new in my experience.   Though I still had a full erection they put a blanket over me, and wheeled me back to my room, and I was attended by the cute therapy nurse whom I had met previously on monday.




They helped me into bed and gave me several medications to reduce my erection, kill the pain, and aid in my recovery.  My balls and cock hurt so much that I yelled every time I moved, and fortunately, I was allowed three days to recuperate.




My psychiatric medication was altered again, and during the next few days I began to slip into a mindless utopia, and now had no awareness whatever of my identity.  I had been born some time back, here in this facility, and that was all I knew, or needed to know.  The beautiful staff was all that I needed, and in truth I depended totally on them now, and was highly addicted to their constant mental and physical abuse.




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I desperately wanted to know who I was....what was I doing here, and how I got here.




It was as though my life had begun weeks ago, and this didn't make sense.  No one would give me the answers I needed so badly, and even worse, over time, I was beginning to lose interest totally, my time being exclusively dominated by the female staff whom I adored with all that was in me.




I would now rest for three days, and enjoy the very much needed healing that hopefully would restore me physically and mentally.




The nurse who had been in my room before to apply salve to my rear would be coming by each day to check on me.  Along with her fine nursing abilities, she was very good at using my complete obedience to enjoy her own special kind of submissive-humiliation entertainment at my expense. It would be a special kind of domination


abuse.




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I was scheduled for my final appointment with Dr. Samantha Jones and her nurses in three days, and I looked forward to this with a strange mixture of terror and abject need.



































































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For three days I convalesced in my room, enjoying a terribly needed vacation from my unique abuse.  The nurse who visited me daily administered salve to my ass, brought my medicals, and took pulse and  blood pressure readings. She was there basically to observe and report on my general condition.  She was also part of the mental slavery to which I was being condemned. She was, however, much less cruel than some  of the primary staff, and this allowed me a measure of pleasure removed from the intense treatment I received in the doctor's areas.




She subjected me to her own capricious kind of humiliation and domination.  She was a doll, five feet four inches, and had a perfect body and was as pretty as they come.  She just loved to make me do disgusting things at her whim, and I didn't know what would happen from day to day.  I was in the toilet having a bowel movement when she walked in on me today.




I was not allowed to close the door or hide anything whatever from her, or any of the staff,  at any time.  I had just evacuated and flushed but the odor hung in the air.  She stood looking at me, arms folded scrunching her nose in disgust.  "Dam, come in here and close the door," she said, walking into the other room.  I finished quickly and followed her, and had to remain nude in her presence at all times. 




"How's your asscheeks?", she said, as she sat three prescription bottles on the end table.  "Let's take a look."




"It's better, for sure," I offered,  "I don't have much pain anymore, and the bruises have gone away quicker than I would have thought."




I turned around and let her examine me, and she rubbed her hand lightly over my bare cheeks.  She took a paper towel and briefly pulled my asscrack wide open, then tossed it in the trash can.




"Fuck," she said sqeamishly, 'I don't ever want to have to deal with a dirty asshole when I come.  Make dam sure of it."




"Well your butt looks a lot better.....it should heal nicely given a little time.


By the way, start taking these medications, the directions are on them."




"Yes mam."




"What did you do to deserve such extreme punishment?," 




She was wearing a white nurse's pant suit and blouse, and her name tag was pinned over her pocket.  Her name was Sally French, and just looking at her made me quite horny.  I dare not even think of mentioning the innuendo of her last name, I'm quite sure she would be furious, and I didn't need that at all.  She had not fucked me so far, and I knew she never would.  Here at the clinic her thing was male humiliation and domination.....it was what she was bound to do here here.




"You know the first time I saw you," she smirked,  "I figured you for an asshole, now I'm fully convinced that you're a complete dipshit."  She wasn't smiling, and I surmised that she was in the mood to get her kicks at my expense.  I had eaten both her lower body openings, and she had done this in a way that was humiliating, and not erotic.




"So what the fuck did you do buttwipe?", she half grinned.




"I jacked off in front of the TV when they played some porn movies, I don't know where the cameras are, or why they played porn movies."




"And you never will sweetie."  She stood looking at me, arms crossed, and shifted from one foot to the other.  "Jacked off in front of the TV huh?......shame on you."


My cock was becoming hard just talking to her, and she looked at it in an amused way.




"You'll have to put your own salve on today sugar, I'm not putting my hand in your ass now.  You don't take a shit before I come anymore....got me?"




I immediately shrunk to my role as complete slave, and looked down at my feet.


"Yes mam," I said in a barely audible tone.




She walked closer and rubbed my cock with her hand.  Then she patted me on the head like she would a dog.   "We're going to have a little fun now funny boy, you and I.  Get down on the floor."




I dropped down and sat on the carpet, leaning back on my hands for balance. 




"No, no, get your ass up and sit on a towel, here dipshit, use this." 




I jumped up again and she had retrieved a bath towel and tossed it on the carpet.




I sat on the large towel looking expectantly at her ,and I was bound into obedience at anything she suggested, my mind being flooded with worship for any woman around me, especially any member of the staff.




She sat in a chair in front of me and looked down, running her hand over her hair to straighten it.  My dick was hard by now and was dripping a bit on the towel. 




"Play with your pecker for me, flip it back and forth, you like playing with yourself  don't you?"




I responded immediately, and squatting with my legs bent and extended in front of me I grabbed my cock and pulled it to one side, letting it flip back.  It was stone hard now and I did this several times as she watched.  "You like your prick don't you?, she breathed, putting her elbows on her knees as she looked down at me.




"I like to watch a man jackoff, it drives me up the wall," she confessed, brushing her hair back again.  Her tight pantsuit accentuated her bulging crouch area, and her perfectly formed body created a super horny spectacle to my eyes.  Her ass was magnificent to behold, filling out her gleaming white pants.




"I masturbate all the time," she said defiantly, I fucking like it.  I screw myself with didoes that look just like cocks, and I really make a mess. Does that turn you on.?




"Yes mam, it sure does."




"Ok well we're not talking about me today, just you.  Play with your dick for me and take your time.  I want you to do just like I wasn't here, real nasty, ok?"




I nodded slowly and began rubbing my penis up and down as she watched me, fully engrossed by my show.  I flipped my pecker and rubbed the skin under my glans, and rubbed my pisshole, coating my finger with precum.




"Do you ever eat your cum?" , she quizzed, obviously curious in a genuine way.




I hesitated briefly...."Yes I do sometimes, if they make me."




"Stick your finger up your ass and rub it over your nose.....so you have to smell it."




Her comment caught me off guard and I looked directly into her pretty eyes.  She was purely serious, and not just because she was trying to embarrass me....she wanted it because she was very horny.




She stared at me, and was lightly thumping her toe, and shaking a bit in arousal.  She was hot and curious and wanted to get off just by watching me.




I reached down and under my balls and slowly forced my finger up my ass.  I had wiped but still had stain there.  As I shoved my finger in to the hilt and looked at her,  she licked her lips and continued thumping her foot.




I pulled my finger out with a plop and brought it to my nose. It was lightly covered in brown and had quite a funky smell to it.  She looked intensely at me, and was obviously very excited by what I was doing.




I rubbed my fragrant finger all over my nose and in my nostrils, and began stroking my cock again.  The smell was pungent, and had a strangely erotic effect, and I masturbated slowly, looking at her.




"How's it smell?", she asked, "does it turn you on or off?"




"Let me smell your finger."




I stuck it up for her and she put her nose very close to it and smelled it intently.




"Oh that's nasty," she groaned, "don't a smell like that turn you on?"




I was so hot by now that I knew it would not be long before I shot my wad, and I answered her in a shaking voice.




"Yes mam it sure does when I'm doing it with you here."




"You like to be watched, don't you?," she whispered, still staring at me with those intense eyes.   "Yeah you sure do.....well I don't fucking give a shit, I like to watch."




She moved down a bit and looked closely at me....."Well come on boy....jack it off!"




I stroked faster, and my balls were beginning to churn inside, and I could feel the hot jazz primed and ready to explode up my dick.




"Eat your cum for me....cum in your hand and eat it for me, I want to watch."




I was totally captivated by her and the smell of her perfume just made the whole thing even hotter.




She was watching me intently now, and for the life of me looked like she was about to have an orgasm.  She didn't touch herself though, and merely focused on the embarrassing and intimate things I was doing for her.




I was ready to shoot off and wanking my dick very fast now, and the orgasm came on me like a freight train.  I was so fucking horny with her watching me that I would have done absolutely anything, and I looked at the fire in her eyes and jerked violently, and aimed my load directly into my hand.




She locked her eyes on mine as I went blank, and jerked uncontrollably. My pupils faded in and out, consumed with indescribable pleasure, and globs of thick semen flooded my palm as my face went flaccid.  I couldn't take my eyes off hers as I continued to pump my hips and jerk uncontrollably, and she looked down at my flooded palm and back into my eyes and licked her lips.




"Ummmmmmmm,".....she murmured, "fucking out of sight!"




"Come on......come on.......eat it off your hand....do it, dam it!"




I was in a trance of lust now and raised my hand and put my mouth down and captured a mass of it with my lips as I stared at her.  I slurped it up and swallowed it, and licked more of it up with my tongue and ate it.  Semen was dripping from my mouth as she focused on what I was doing.




"You know that really really turns me on but, I must be frank and tell you that I think you're disgusting for doing it.  How many women have you done this for, she said, as she leaned back in her chair.




"I do it sometimes for the staff women here,  they make me,"  I said, sitting back on my haunches.




"Yeah I'll bet they do.  You like me watching don't you.  Yeah you fucking pervert, it really turns you on don't it.  Well you're never going to fuck me so get rid of that notion.  You're nothing but a pathetic jackoff boy to me.  Tell you what I'll do you fucking pervert, I'll let you worship my tight ass anytime you want.




"By the way, you just broke the jackoff rule again, but since it was with a staff member it's ok."  She looked closely at me...."I wasn't kidding about worshiping my ass, I like to see a man degrade himself doing that, and it makes me fucking hot.




I looked down at the carpet.




"Do you think I've got a nice ass?," she said earnestly..




"Oh yes mam, one of the best I've ever seen."




"Well then kiss my ass if you like it so much."




She turned around and stuck her wonderful rear in my face, the crack of her buttocks stared erotically at me. I put my nose in the middle of her butt and started kissing from there, moving outward to each mound until I had smooched every inch of her perfect cheeks.




"French kiss my buttcrack," she commanded,  "just put your nose in there and give it a long french kiss."




She held steady as I complied, and it took no effort for me to do so.  I kissed her asscrack passionately and moved my lips around as though I were making passionate love to her, but with my mouth on her ass.




"Just be glad I don't have any gas today you dam pervert.  You already experienced that didn't you?"




"Oh and whenever I come here I'll expect you to jackoff for me......from now on, if it doesn't interfere with your regular schedule . I have some things I want you to try."




"See you later sweetie."




She left and I rested for the remainder of the day. I was scheduled for my final appointment with Dr. Samantha Jones and her nurses tomorrow, and I didn't know how I would be able to keep from falling apart after her terrible punishment.




A good shower, food and TV finished the day, and after taking the medications left for me, I slept more deeply than I would have thought possible.




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When I awoke I felt completely renewed, and could remember well the events of yesterday with the pretty 'roaming treatment' nurse, but I still had no idea who I was or how I had come here.  It bothered me sometimes, but I'd learned to accept it, especially with the constant demands and sexual draining required of me here.




I ate a good breakfast and rested for a bit before my twelve o'clock with Dr. Samantha.  Strangely, I did not feel the terror that I thought I would feel just before my appointment, and I was grateful for that.  I had to go naked again, and I had the feeling it would be like that from now on.  This time, before leaving, it seemed ok put on a condom, so that the heavy drainage was prevented from leaking all over the place.




I was draining constantly now, the precum oozing out without end, and had to wrap a towel around my privates at night to catch the liquid.




I headed out and down the hallway, my stiff cock bobbing up and down, and passed a number of women on the way, who were quite rude, watching and laughing at me amid their crude whispering.




I entered the reception area, and after checking in, stood in my chosen position, to the side of the main door, to be out of the way of traffic.  Patients in the long rows of seats gawked at me for a time, and after a few minutes took little notice of me.  I was really glad that my dick drain was not a problem now, I didn't have to hold my hand there, or be humiliated by the guards.




There were other nude patients in the reception area also today, but I hardly took notice of such things anymore.




For the past few sessions,I had been able to recognize and respond to my name when called for my appointment, but it meant nothing to me, with no associated memories,and I had been assigned the number 1522. This would be my identity in the future. The number was also meaningless, and only aggravated my sense of isolation.




A nurse called out, and I jumped and nearly tripped over my own feet as I walked toward her.  She looked impatiently at me as I went into the inner hallway, and I walked slowly toward Dr. Samantha's office.  Butterflies of anquish hit me suddenly, and I began to tremble as I neared the outer door.  I opened it and went in, and dropped to my knees immediately, hoping to placate any aggression I might encounter from Nancy Bliss and Christina Wilson.




No one was there, and I knelt there shaking for a full fifteen minutes.  I was becoming nauseous from the anticipation, and vowed to do absolutely whatever they demanded without hesitation, or question.  My knees were becoming sore by now, and I shifted back and forth rehearsing my subjugation.




The door to the main office opened suddenly, and Dr. Samantha stood there looking down at me.  I immediately dropped my head to the floor and waited, not certain of just how this last session with them would go.




"You've learned well my lowly piece of shit, crawl in here and follow me."




A strange kind of relief came over me, in that I was not punished out of hand,  just on principle.




I quickly crawled in, being careful not to look again at the doctor, unless directed to do so.  Nancy and Christina were sitting in chairs across from Dr. Samantha's, and I plodded toward them, and stopped, sitting back on my haunches, head lowered.




Dr. Sam came and sat in her large easy chair, and crossed her legs, revealing briefly to me that she was not wearing panties.  I dared not react, or show assertion of any kind, and apparently this was well accepted.  She waited a full minute, looking down at my languid form.




She wore her trademark red patent leather suit, and her lips were cherry and glistening, and her bright red hair disheveled and curly.  She was a visual personage that could not be easily described or scrutinized in ordinary terms, but had to be experienced to be believed.




"Have your wounds healed, my disobedient fool?", she whispered.




I quickly nodded my head in the affirmative, fantastically pleased that she would even consider talking to me in a civil tone, let alone ask about my physical welfare.




"I have been discussing your worthlessness with Nancy and Christina, and we are quite enjoying your humiliation....is that not true ladies?"




The beautiful Nancy moved forward a bit, and patted me on the head with her hand.  "Why Dr. Samantha, how could we not respect our pet, he's such a good lapdog, aren't you....boy?"




I nodded quickly, and accentuated my genuine agreement with her, and kept my head down as she taunted me.




Christina grabbed my ear with her fingers, pulled my head up, and spit in my face.  A large blob of saliva ran down my nose onto my mouth and down my chin.




"I can't stand the smell, to tell you the truth", she muttered,  "but I'll tolerate him."




Nancy grabbed my other ear, and held my face upward to her.




"Now why didn't I think of that!".....she spit in my face also, right on my mouth, and the runny saliva dribbled down my chin.  I immediately licked it off and swallowed it, and gathered the rest on my finger and ate it too.




"That's a good, good boy," she said, patting me on the head again.




Dr. Samantha pinched my ears in her hands and pulled me to her.  She reached down and pulled the condom from my penis and held it above my face.




"Mouth open, now!"




I did this immediately, staring up at her in humiliating subservience.




She held the rubber end down over my wide open mouth and the contents dribbled in as she milked it all out.




She lay the used rubber over my forehead and pulled me near to her by my ear.




"Ladies, here is the proper way to feed spit to a patient slave.  Open your mouth you nameless bastard."




My mouth flew wide open and I looked into Dr. Samantha's steel hard eyes as she gathered a mouthful of saliva.  It took her a minute, and she was enjoying the effort no end.




She put her mouth an inch from mine and expelled a large bubbly salivary mess into my open gullet.  It nearly filled my mouth and she held my head and gathered more.  She spit in my mouth three times, and the disgusting mass of oral digestive juice overflowed my lips and dribbled down my chin.




"Now you close your mouth and hold it there you fucking pig until I tell you to swallow it."




She released her grip on my ears and leaned back, looking down at me with genuine abhorrence, savoring every second of my disgrace.  Her spit had a unique tang to it, and I held it there obediently, my head back slightly so that it wouldn't  leak out.




"Look at Nancy and Christina you fucking hog!"




I moved and turned my head toward the pretty nurses and conveyed my absolute subservience with my eyes.




They looked at me in a way that hurt me to my soul, despite my toughening psyche,  and a deep depression came over me as I desperately held the swampy  liquid in my mouth.




Dr. Samantha stood suddenly, and straightened her skirt.




"Ladies, it is time for my group appointment in the basement."




The two nurses left the room then, and Dr. Samantha attached a dog collar around my neck and tied a leash to it.  She pulled me along with her into the treatment room, jerking painfully on my neck.  I could barely keep up, or keep my mouth closed, and I plodded along painfully into the room as she pulled on the leash.




It seemed that I had been destined to serve these women since the beginning of time, and the fulfillment of that mandate was coming to fruition now. I could imagine nothing else than being immersed in the selfless obedience demanded by them,  it was my purpose for being.




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We went to the far left corner of the room to an elevator.  Dr. Sam pushed the button, and the door opened immediately, and she slapped my head and kicked me in the rear, forcing me inside.  I knelt there, still holding the mouthful of spit she had given me, as the elevator began to fall downward.




She looked down at me, apparently examining my general demeanor, then she reached down and pinched my nose tightly, and I was forced to swallow the mess she had deposited in my mouth.  I choked briefly from lack of air, and swallowed one more time to complete the task.




The elevator stopped, the door opened, and she pulled me with her to a small medical examination area.




There were five women sitting around the center, and what looked like a dentist's chair.  She stopped, and spoke to the women, and held my leash upward making the collar bite into my neck. 




"Ladies, this is slave 1522, he doesn't have a name, do you slave?"




I looked up at my master, and to the other women there, I hadn't seen them before, and the way they looked at my nude body gave me chills.




" I don't remember mam."



Suddenly I became very afraid, and looked up at Dr. Samantha for guidance, to let me know what I should do. 




She jerked the leash and pulled me around to the women.  They were older women,  and could have ranged in age from their forties  through sixties. They were uniquely unsympathetic, and their fake smiles reeked of some sadistic bent, and my stomach began to tighten up in anxiety.




I had no friends here, even one of the woman I adored most in this world, Dr. Samantha, was the one who seemed most determined to harm me. 




"On the chair, now!", she droned, "and hurry your ass up."




I quickly sat and leaned back, and the cold feel of the vinyl surface made a chill run up my spine.  I didn't know what to do, and just sat there staring anxiously at the women, who surrounded me, and watched Dr. Samantha, as she proceeded to strap me in to the unusual fixture. 




She strapped my feet into special stirrups, and pulled my knees backward toward my head, spread widely, and locked the chair in that position.  My head, arms, and legs were tightly bound by the thick leather restraints.




My anus and whole genital area was exposed, and she placed a cockring around the base of my penis, to produce an erection.




"Ladies, I am going to perform another deep 'Hypnotropic' conversion process  for this patient, and this will drive him even more hopelessly into an intractable hypnotic crisis.  When he begins his training with Dr. Sidney soon, he will be ready for Electroshock Conversion, similar to that used in mental health facilities,  but actually quite different in concept and execution.  This will begin a more severe and permanent phase of his erasure and reconstitution. 




She checked the straps thoroughly, making sure that I was tightly restrained, and completely immobile.




"Observe ladies, I will now administer a powerful post hypnotic suggestion for the patient's opening fall into trance."




"Patient 1522, you are my slave, my complete and total slave."




I looked at the doctor, and began to slide downward, the world around me evolving into a swirling whirlpool of semi reality.  In a few moments I could see only Dr. Samantha, and her voice was the only thing that mattered here.  I was in a strange limbo of unawareness.  The real world did not exist for me here,  just the timeless presence of Dr. Sam and her voice.




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Dr. Samantha looked closely at the patient, and confirmed that he was in deep super hypnotic stasis.




The women gathered closely around, fascinated by the stunning demonstration.  His head was secured to the resting pad by a strap around the neck and forehead, and she picked up a strange looking piece of gear from a counter nearby.  The unique device was designed to totally cover the cranium of the patient, so that the powerful treatment would be all inclusive.




She attached the power and data leads, and opened a special computer program. 




"Thank you all for your generous contributions to the foundation's financial base, and I assure you that you will greatly enjoy the proceedings.  When I finish the hypnotic conversion, and bring the patient back to full awareness, you will have the opportunity to torture him, to your heart's content.  Bear in mind, of course, that he must not be harmed permanently in any material way."




"The severe pain that he will experience will be crucial in pushing him over the edge, into the consummate submissive state.  Thus, a healthy male patient entering into our program has been reduced, in weeks, to a hypnotically trained, submissive, with practically no memory traces of his past."




"Now, I will induce a carefully designed conditioning program into the head capsule,  and the induction process should take about ten minutes.  During this process his most inner boundaries will be explored, and reformed, and the connection to his past will be ever more distant." 




"This includes a virtual reality component for his visual field, a subliminal auditory element introduced stereophonically, and a tactile dermal disorientation sequence, among other features."




"When he leaves here after six months, he will literally be another person.  During the fifth month of the program, the patient begins the marking period, where total submissiveness and obedience will be completely focused toward the individual buyer."




"The patients are purchased during the fifth month of conversion, after being observed on various occasions by prospective owners."




She activated the program, and the computer buzzed with activity, sending signals to the encapsulated head of the patient.




The women sat on rolling stools around the chair, and became deeply engrossed in the strange conversion process.




The patient convulsed against the straps, and tried, unconsciously,  to shake off the large helmet firmly attached to his head. Indescribable sounds were emanating from beneath the capsule, and his whole body jerked rhythmically to some unknown pulsing source.








Alicia Young was a woman of forty one whose only true entertainment in life consisted of inflicting pain on men.  She had never been married, though she was wealthy, and had designed her own dungeon in her large estate home, and kept it busy around the clock.




Beatrice Parkins, at fifty had found her true vocation, torturing any male subject foolish enough to be seduced into her private spaces. She enjoyed her special status here at the center, and Dr. La Chote welcomed her money, as well as her kinky sexual needs. She would get her money's worth tonight.




Elizabeth Farnsworth, forty three,  had enjoyed many trips to Tijuana, to the clinic, and was one of the center's highly valued regulars.  She enjoyed the joint torture sessions, during which she could enjoy the company of other women of like inclination, and could release her considerable hostility toward the opposite sex.




Margaret Hollings was addicted to the screams of her male subjects, she was sadistic, and angry most of the time, and many unlucky volunteers had experienced her ruthless attentions to their exposed privates.




Ophelia Marks was the eldest of the regulars, at sixty five she had known a lifetime of gratification as a hardcore dominatrix.  At her age though, some less burdensome lifestyle was in order, and with her considerable financial means, she could indulge her need to do horrible things to her captured male victims, especially their vulnerable genitals. She was vastly experienced, and her sexual drive in this pursuit was still unbelievably intense.  She had never met a man that she could not reduce to a whimpering cry baby, once she began her work.




Before long the conversion treatment was finished, and the patient lay there in a pool of sweat, shaking uncontrollably.  Dr. Samantha unshackled and removed the helmet, and the patient's features were at first twisted in anguish, and then, without warning,  relaxed suddenly, and his breathing returned to normal.




She sat beside him, and began the return countdown.




"Listen carefully slave, I am now going to count slowly to ten.  When you awake, you will feel refreshed and fully functional, with no memory whatever of this hypnotic treatment. You will slowly come awake as I progress." 




One.......you are beginning to come out your trance.....two....you feel refreshed and relaxed, and continue to slowly awaken, and you will feel extremely sensitive to any kind of physical stimulus once you are awake.....three....more and more awake.....four.....you have no memory of your trance......five.....coming more awake......six.......slowly awakening, your skin is extremely sensitive when touched.....seven......beginning to wake up now.....eight......coming awake.....nine......almost awake, you remember nothing.....ten....you are now completely, fully awake.




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I opened my eyes, and five women and Dr. Samantha were watching me.  I didn't know who they were or where I was.   I was fully conscious, but had no memory save the wonderful vision of the doctor.   Dr. Samantha sat looking curiously at me, and pulled my eyelids up forcefully, and examined my eyes. 




"You seem to be awake now.....what do you remember?"




I went blank at that moment, and looked at the ceiling, and could recall nothing.




"As you can see, the patient is back to normal physically, but retains no memory whatever of the hypnotic programming or past events before coming here to the clinic.  He has, of course, a powerful memory of his masters, myself, and the other staff MD's."




"During torture he will go into 'Psychiatic Shock', as we call it, and shortly afterward his memory, since he came to the facility,  will return.  He will have almost no memory of his former life.  The process is not completed in this state, however, or completely permanent, until he goes through the remaining conversion process, in the coming months,  including 'Psycho-Annihilitic' electroshock treatments."




"Each of you will be assigned a body area, and you will vent your fervent needs in that area, all of this is, of course video taped for viewing by yourself and many, other venues."




Margaret Hollings spoke up, looking at the patient slave with the dissolute, corrupt,  passion of her knowing eyes, and rubbed her hand over his raised buttocks.




"Will he feel the pain fully?", she whispered.




Dr. Samantha Jones was familiar with the mind set displayed so clearly, and smiled slightly.




"He will be extra sensitive to physical pain after the hypnotic treatment, and you may each have your fun at his expense,  naturally, according to our basic rules."




Ophelia Marks also proffered a question, removing her spectacles briefly.  "May I have his genitals please?", she said in a low tone.




Dr. Sam, raised her head slightly,  "I'm afraid, Ophelia, that we must draw lots for that pleasure, in all fairness to the rest of our guests."




"Now I will assign a bodily area to each of you, so that you may have an exclusive point of concentration, but to be fair I'm going to have you draw a pebble, unseen, from within this jar, and the black pebble will own his penis and testicles for the entire five minutes."




She held the jar out for each woman, and they drew a pebble and displayed it.  Three white pebbles were drawn before the black one, which now lay in the hands of Margaret Hollings.




"Alicia Young, your position is the left buttocks and hip, Beatrice Parkins, yours it the right buttocks and hip, Elizabeth Farnsworth, you will focus on the patient's head and nipple area, Maggie Hollings, you will be positioned between his legs in the prime area,  and Ophelia Marks, you are assigned the feet and hands, which will require you to ply your skills, by moving from one to the other. 




"Ladies, display your equipment cases please, and I will tell you when to begin.  I will use this timer so that you must stop your activity strictly when the buzzer sounds, at five minutes, under penalty of being barred from future visits to the clinic."




Each of the women brought forth their brief case, containing their personal forms of torture apparatus, and each sat at her assigned position in the victim's near proximity, preparing their tools.




Dr. Sam activated several video cameras by remote control, and it was time to begin.




"And now ladies, if there are no further questions, you may start  your work."




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I could hear every word spoken about me, and began to feel a special kind of terror, knowing what was coming very shortly.  I dare not speak, unless requested to do so, and began to panic as the magnitude of my situation dawned on me. I was trembling with a chill that gripped my naked body, and began to shake uncontrollably.  I wanted to yell for mercy, but I knew that it would be pointless.  I didn't know why they hated me in such a fashion, or why Dr. Samantha would allow such a thing, and as I looked at her she stared quietly back at me.




I remembered the whipping by Dr. Sam, and the excruciating pain I endured. I pleaded desperately to the women with my eyes, and this only seemed to excite them more.  I heard the buzzer sound, and I pulled against the thick straps, in panic, in a hopeless attempt to escape the coming pain.




In an instant my body exploded in a horrible paroxysm of agony, from several different locations, and I screamed and gurgled, shaking and tearing at the tight straps.  I could not move, and wave after wave of sharply searing pain wracked my body.




I looked at each of the cruel women, as they did their vicious work, and could see the sexual frenzy in their burning eyes.




I could feel the rough scratching of sandpaper on my left hip, followed by the excruciating pain of a powerful electric discharge probe.  The electric burning proceeded to cook my ass unmercifully, being moved from one position to another to inflict the greatest continuous pain.




Simultaneously my right buttocks ruptured in agony as large needles soaked in alcohol were forced through thick folds of my skin again and again. The swabbing with an alcohol pad increased the pain, and I jumped an jerked as more sharp needles were inserted into my screaming flesh, and trickles blood flowed freely onto a towel laying below.




The most horrific pain came from the instrument shoved up my penis, and which was firing short controlled bursts of electric agony through the most tender male tissue in my body.  TENS constriction electrodes were placed on either side of my exposed testicles and my balls were wrenched with the agony of the sharp crushing pulses.




I screamed again and again as the vicious women continued their horrible work, and only two minutes had passed since the torture began.




Simultaneously I felt very thin,  super sharp needles inserted under my fingernails, first on a right finger, then a left, then the toes of both of my feet.  I shook and howled in unbearable, horrific pain as the women enjoyed themselves. They were all in a high state of sexual ecstasy, some of them actually masturbating themselves, apparently on the verge of a some kind of twisted orgasm.




My shrieking seemed to intensify their efforts, and my whole body exploded again and again in terrifying agony. 




Suddenly as I screamed, I felt some kind of device being forced into my mouth, filling it, and with a screwing motion my lips were quickly ratcheted open. A suction tube removed saliva as I gagged and howled, and as I screeched from the continuing, intractable pain, I felt steel  clamps being snapped onto my nipples, and then two hands on either side of my mouth




I was jumping up and down uncontrollably now, sweat pouring from every pore of my body, and the face looking down at me was heartless, and profane




She held a metal, double tipped probe to my teeth, and the excruciating electric current passed through the sensitive nerve endings of a cavity, and down through my nipples as well, causing me to screech with incredible intensity, shaking and thrashing violently.




"One minute ladies," came the steady voice of Dr. Samantha, "you have one minute left."




It had been four minutes since my sickening horror had begun, and it had seemed like an eternity.  My toes erupted in searing pain as thin slivers were forced in deeply under the toenails, and as alcohol was applied on all of my wounded tissues as an antiseptic, the pain took on a quality that cannot be described, and I began to feel faint from the trauma performed on me . I howled until I had no voice, then I simply made long gurgling sounds.




I looked in mindless desperation at the woman between my legs, and she smiled wickedly, injecting a sharp, biting liquid into the deepest part of  my urethra, causing the pain to rise to an intolerable level . She reveled in my agony as she slowly forced in another strange looking metal probe, and I howled and jumped as she twisted it.




As the woman at my head continued to apply electric current to my teeth and nipples, I jerked violently, and passed out into nothingness.




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When I awoke, I had no concept of my existence, except that I was alive and breathing, and that I felt dull aching in every part of   my body. 




My mind was blank, and I was in some kind of recovery room, which had the dam smell of a strong of germ killing antiseptic. I slowly came around, and was conscious, and  gradually remembered leaving my room earlier that day, but had no memory of anything after that.




My familiar roaming nurse came in, which brought my mind to fuller awareness, and she took my blood pressure and pulse, and put her hand on my forehead.  She had me turn over and examined the wounds on various parts of my body.




"I don't think you were a bad boy this time sport....just part of the process, and it ain't none of my business.  I know they've got a training schedule here that's very strange, but I just do my job, and get paid real good for it.  You'll be leaving the clinic area as soon as they're finished with you, and I'll come around to give you medication in your room later.  Are you very sore?"




"I hurt all over but just mostly just a dull aching in my penis and nuts, and my dam fingernails are really sore, and my whole butt is real sore.  I can't remember how I got these wounds and I'm dam glad about it.  I wish I knew what was going on?"




"No....no you don't dipshit....it's better that you just let the process happen and you'll wind up much happier in the end."




"They'll have a salve or something to put up your cock, I've no doubt, and I'll be doing that for you and tending to your wounds for a few days.  You might even be able to jack off for me when you're feeling better, that should make you forget about the pain in your dick."




She left, and soon after a nurse came in and prepared me to be discharged.




I was in the hospital wing of the clinic, adjacent to Dr. Samantha's office, but I didn't see her, or either of her two nurses. 




I was instructed that I would be required to show up for my scheduled appointment at the masturbation area immediately after leaving here, but that when they finished with me there I could recuperate for three full days before my next appointment with Dr. Sabrina Sidney and her staff.




I was in no condition for a visit to the masturbation nurses, but had no choice, and was required to do what I was told.  She checked my bandages and had me lay on my back so she could work on my penis. She gently gripped my cock and stroked it up and down a few times to produce a modest erection. Despite my injuries I responded well, and getting a hardon was no problem.




She gave me a strong pain killing hypo, and then gently inserted the tip of a plastic container into my pisshole and slowly filled my urethra with a cool medicated pain killing cream. 




The discomfort left at once, and was replaced with a soothing sensation.




"This should get you through the masturbation center, though I know they're a little rough at times.  You're not scheduled for your next appointment for three days after that, so you'll have time to heal"




She kneaded my dick and slowly squeezed out the cream, and wiped everything off with a towel. She looked at me and risked something resembling a smile, and patted my penis and released it.




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I went out into the hallway, and headed down toward the other end where the masturbation clinic was located.  I went inside, and sat in the reception area.  There were two males and a female there, the males were clothed, but the female was nude.  None of us were desirous of eye contact, and we all looked down as I found a place to sit near the door.




This unique situation did something to one's whole concept of modesty, and patient behavior was difficult to predict under such strange circumstances. The woman was a pretty brunette, obviously very nervous, and did not look at me at all.




Sandy Elam opened the door and called for the female patient.  The woman was in her thirties, and very pretty, and my imagination ran wild as to the contents of her session.  The thought sent a sexual charge through me, and my penis became semi erect.  I focused on keeping my mind off that, however, and the two other males there, who were clothed avoided eye contact, but I suspected that they had the same kind of problem.




Elke Funker appeared, and removed one of the males, and then Sandy came again, for the other male.  Sandy looked at me with that mysterious smile of hers as she stood there holding the door, the treacherous smile that I had come to know so well.  The door closed, and I sat there for another fifteen minutes waiting.  I was becoming restless, and gently squeezed my penis, and a small amount of medicated cream oozed out.  I wiped it in my pubic hair, and decided to leave things as they were.




Suddenly the door opened, and the pretty female patient came out, visibly upset, and without thinking, looked at me as she passed.  She was extremely embarrassed, and when our eyes met, her deep humiliation poured out to me.  She grinned awkwardly, and quickly left, and she reeked a strong, musky vaginal odor as she slipped by me.




Finally the door opened again, and Sandy stood there with that dammed inscrutable smile on her face.  I jumped up and followed her into the main area, and down the hall bordering the cubicle chambers.  Sandy was indeed a striking woman.  Her blond hair outlined a cute face with perfectly sculpted features, and the aura of her ruthless sexuality permeated the whole area around her.




She had vast experience in the humiliating manipulation of the male and female sexual apparatus, quite beyond her years, and the sadistic employment of every possible avenue to that end.  My penis was becoming erect again, and I carefully watched that there was no leakage of the soothing creme inside onto the carpet.




We went into the same chamber where I had been milked so relentlessly on my last appointment here by a group of women, and I cringed from the prospect of another such spectacle.  Sandy closed the door and had me sit as she read a report on her clipboard. 




"Hmmmmmm.....looks like you're a little tender this time....ok we can work with that.  Sit back please."




I eased back in the comfortably padded chair and spread my legs widely, and raised them back, putting my feet on the supports, so that my lower area was completely exposed to her. 




"Good boy," she murmured.




She pulled on some latex gloves and examined my penis thoroughly, and stroked it so that it stood out fully erect.  She gently squeezed out the remaining medication, and wiped my pisshole with a soft paper towel.  Then she poured a few drops of lubricant on her finger, and shoved it all the way up my asshole, and moved it around my prostate as she stared into my eyes.  She plopped her finger out and wiped my ass clean.




"Looks good."




She kneaded my balls and rolled them in her fingers as she gently slapped my stone hard dick.  She looked up at me and rubbed her finger over my sensitive


meatus.  "We can definitely milk you today, no problem.  Your balls are full. You know that I'm going to make you eat your semen don't you?  Yes you do."  She ginned slightly, rubbing the underside of my dickhead.




She got up and opened the door, "This way please."




We walked down the corridor and turned right and went over to the other side of the large inner area.  She looked at me as she opened the door to a side room.




"You first."




I went in, and in the center of the small room was some kind of weird contraption, which looked suspiciously like a milking machine.  It was a restraint fixture about six feet tall, and had a number of immobility straps from top to bottom.  There were several video cameras focused on the fixture, and two of them at the top, at eye level.  A computer setup was nearby, and other kinds of electronic equipment. 




"Step in here please," she indicated with her hand, "and lay against the pads."




I did so, and eased down against the slightly inclined padded body supports, and gripped rubber covered handholds on either side.  She nudged my heels slightly, until my feet were fitted into padded holders, then she strapped my ankles, legs,  arms, hands, neck, head, and torso,  so that I was completely immobile.  She moved a floor mounted masturbation device forward, and forced my penis into the nozzle.  Then she adjusted the device until the suction head completely encased my dick.


There was a sealed glass container installed directly in front of my face, with a plastic tube leading into it from the top.




She programmed and activated the computer sequence, and the device automatically tightened, and moved up my penis, holding it securely.  Then she applied small 'TENS' electrode pads in several places at the base of both my scrotal sacs, and at the top nerve plexuses. She then took a short, curved, metal probe, with a lead coming out of it, and slowly forced it into my anus until it rested snugly against my prostate gland. Then she applied two heart monitor electrodes on my chest, and small electrode pads to either side of the back of my neck.




She opened a sealed paper envelope and took out a moist pad about two inches square, and carefully and stuck it to my lower groin area.




"This pad gives off a powerful aphrodisiac directly into your skin, and will activate quickly, and produce extreme arousal while you are on the machine.  I have to remove it when I return or you would go into what we refer to as, 'Broadening Libidinous Irretractability', and that could be harmful to your health."




She then activated an online sex show program inception, and stood in front of me smiling.  "All comfy?, she queried, rubbing her hand over my head.




"Yes mam, " I stated, looking at her anxiously.




She started the program, and the 'online' red light appeared near the two cameras in front of my face.




"All you have to do is just relax and let the machine do the work.  I've set it up to be gentle, but I'm afraid you'll find, it is quite effective and relentless. This computer program is ingenious, and you will be manipulated in a number of  ways to produce recurrent ejaculation. You will be on the machine for forty five minutes, and I can promise you that there will be nothing left in your balls when I return."




"You'll notice the small glass jar directly in front of you....your extracted semen will be deposited here, for you, and the audience to observe.  You will be required to drink it all when I return."




"Oh yes, this kind of event usually draws fifty or sixty thousand online viewers by the end of a session.  Right now there are, lets see,  two thousand men and women  looking at your face,  but that will increase very quickly."




"The physical monitors will keep me assessed of your status at all times."




"I'll return in exactly forty five minutes....and I must warn you, this machine is designed to help us in our study of Irrefractive Testes Evacuation, and you will find that much will be required of you during the coming three quarters of an hour."  




"Do have fun!"




She left and clicked the door shut, and bolted it from the outside. I looked stupidly at the cameras in front of me, scarcely able to imagine who was watching me now, or what they were thinking. 




A warmth came over me, and I closed my eyes and gasped involuntarily, and a wonderfully nasty feeling took over, causing a warming of my whole body, especially my genital area.  At the same time the suction device tightened a bit, and began to vibrate gently, and started to move with an undulating motion up and down my fully erect penis.




I felt my balls tighten, and my prostate began to tingle, and the sensation was pleasurable beyond description.  I looked at the cameras as my eyes rolled back in rapture, and as the tight mouthlike chamber began to suck on my rock hard member, I began to tremble and moan, and felt myself sliding into a downward tunnel of lust, and my eyes bulged open in ecstasy, as I jerked out a thick load of semen into the depths of the mechanical suckhole. 




I  quivered, and grunted strange sounds as the seminal fluid squirted out of me, and was drawn upward into the glass receptacle near my face.  I was pumping insanely as thick gushers of viscous cum shot into the jar, and the accumulated mass of foamy white scuzz covered the bottom of the vessel.  After a prolonged and intense ejaculation the stimulation subsided, and I could feel only a slight vibration and tingling of my sexual apparatus.




I looked at the white cream in front of me and to the camera, unwilling at this juncture, to even try to hide my self, or my activities from a leering online audience. I stared at them, and let them enjoy my onscene usage to the fullest.




I rested against the straps, and was actually very comfortable, and not in positional stress, and I could hear soft elevator music in the background, and I must admit that it was quite soothing, and relaxing.  Within minutes, the process began again, and I felt the suction device begin it's wonderful pull on my still erect penis.




I looked through glazed eyes at the cameras as the powerful tightening and tingling increased in my testes and prostate, and I could feel the tops of my scrotal sac tighten, forced on by an unstoppable electric pull.  The extraction cylinder began to undulate again, up and down my cock, smoothly, and effortlessly, and my penis sank easily in and out of the super slick opening.




It moved faster as the stimulation in my balls increased, and a powerful ejaculation was on me again before I knew it.  I opened my mouth in delight, and stared at the audience as I jumped against the restraints, and drooled as I pumped another heavy load into the device.  I gasped and grunted, and the semen once again spit from my manipulated dick, and upward, and accumulated in the collection jar.




The level  went up noticeably, as the thick goo splashed in, and I hung there in pleasure, fully supported by the wonderful machine.  I was beginning to perspire, from my efforts, and licked my lips as I gazed into the internet.  It was hard telling how many people were watching by now, but I was sure it was probably in the tens of thousands.  Such a thought suddenly became quite frightening to me, and I panicked for a moment, and stared in horror at the unblinking video cameras.




I calmed again, as I hung there resting at ease,  the music was so relaxing to the ear, from some bygone era, the pleasant and melodic sounds of windswept fields, summer days, and the simple joys of life.




I was brought to full awareness once more scarcely four minutes later by the familiar tingling in my privates, and the increased movement of the extraction device.  I licked my lips and inhaled deeply as the motion increased, and my penis was only semi erect at this time, having twice been milked so wonderfully by the incredible machine.




The aphrodisiac patch was doing it's nasty work very well, and I trembled with sexual lust and need as my cock was masturbated again.  The suction tube moved a little faster this time, and the involuntary tightening of my gonads was a bit more intense, and I stared at the cameras with a flaccid face, enjoying another milking.  It took longer this time, and I humped my hips in a fucking motion as the jacking progressed. 




I was becoming just a little less comfortable during the stimulation now, but the suction mouth felt so good that I was soon brought to the edge again, and after intense jacking, the machine brought me off proficiently.  I scrunched up my face as the semen was sucked out of me, and more of it spouted into the glass collection container.  The seminal cream lined the edge of the jar, and was rising with every extraction.




Gratefully, the stimulation slowed to a crawl, but did not stop completely, and I felt the very slow pulsation of the cocksucking portal, and the intermittent tightening and loosening of my testes and prostate. The extreme pleasure that I had formerly enjoyed had waned noticeably, and the strain on my reproductive equipment was becoming more pronounced.




I had experienced three ejaculations so far, and barely twenty one minutes had elapsed according to clock on the wall.  As I thought about this I began to feel just a pang of concern, since there were nearly twenty four minutes to go.  An anxious tingling in my stomach was interrupted by a new cycle, and the whole thing started again, and the device began sucking me off inexorably, putting into motion the same effective stimulations that had drained me so completely since the session began.




The device seemed to anticipate exactly, the wear on my system, and increased the efficacy of it's work accordingly.  The tube began moving more rapidly, and I felt a new sensation at the tip of my penis that duplicated remarkably, the feel of a lapping tongue.  My prostate and testes were receiving spaced impulses, and this seemed to aggravate my ejaculation mechanism into overstimulation.




I was feeling a bit of discomfort now as the merciless suck engine worked me over again, and I grunted in spontaneous pleasure as I was brought to the next, and more difficult orgasm.  When I finally got my nuts off after the machine's concentrated and efficient effort, extreme pleasure twisted my balls, and I groaned in a painful kind of bliss, but only squirted a modest amount of fluid into the container.




I was sweating now, and wiggled uncomfortably in the very tight restraints, and knew that I was in for it, and tried to prepare myself for the continuing onslaught of forced extraction.




The machine was slowly working on me even between sessions, and the powerful sex drugs being soaked into my system were keeping me in a super horny state.


twenty eight  minutes had gone by and the strain on my genitals was becoming oppressive to say the least. 




I felt the ruthless machine begin another cycle, and I pushed against the straps, trying to find a more comfortable position for the next milking.  The suction hole was moving more rapidly each cycle, and though there was practically no friction, my pecker was becoming more refractive to further stimulation each time.




The suction device produced what can be called the most incredible blowjob imaginable, sucking and moving perfectly, and my balls and inner bowels were tightened in pleasure-pain as the cycle progressed.




I was shaking now a bit, and a chill ran over me as the cold blooded machine went for another jackpot of my dwindling sperm.  It sucked so perfectly that I gritted my teeth and hummed as I approached another ejaculation.  It was beginning to hurt now, and my eyes watered for the camera as I went limp, and jolted another small wad into the collector.  I grunted in a low monotone, pumping my hips, as the cum was sucked out of me totally against my will.




I hung there in great discomfort now, and the savage milker continued the low stimulation, preparing me for another event.




I tried to think of something less erotic, but the hot drugs frying my bloodstream would not allow it, and every nasty fantasy I had ever enjoyed flooded my mind, coming back to haunt me.




It started again, and the relentless super blowjob continued, and my captured penis was becoming raw, despite the well lubricated suction chamber.  The remorseless mechanical device began to torment me again, pumping my swollen dick with a vengeance, and my whole sexual apparatus was aflame with a palpable stress.




The lapping sensation increased at the entrance to my pisshole, and the metal dildo up my ass began to vibrate steadily.  My tired eyes must have looked like pissholes in the snow as I gazed helplessly at the two cameras, authors of my humiliation to a vast audience of leering Internet viewers, who were enjoying my torment enormously.




The machine went into overdrive, focusing a concerted effort on my coming seminal annihilation, and I groaned with a lecherous monotone at the viewers, and pumped my hips as I yelled in pulsing shouts of anguish.  My whole lower body went into spasm, and the unintelligible sounds I was making must have been quite amusing to the captivated audience.




My balls spasmed with an extremely intense ejaculation, and I vibrated and grunted as every possible drop of semen was expertly milked out, and sucked from me, dripping slowly into the half full, half pint collection jar.




I was quivering in pain now, and sweating profusely as I hung there on the immovable straps, and moaned as I looked at the large volume of my most private manly substance, in full lecherous view of what could be fifty thousand unsympathetic onlookers.




I really didn't care about that as much as I craved release from this maniacal suck monster.




With three minutes to go the dreaded machine went into action again, and I looked at the cameras, complete desperation in my face and eyes, and yelled for the mercy that was but a few paltry minutes away.  "Nooooooooo! Nooooooooo!




The machine cared as much about my discomfort as a millionaire cares about the cost of living, and the dam thing started again with a scant few minutes to go.  The rapid movement up and down my poor penis became a blur of motion, and as I groaned and squeaked in pain, I looked desperately at the hands of the super slow clock.  My balls were squeezed in a fiery grip of electrical crushing, and my prostrate was vibrating like a gong hit by a sledgehammer.




I whimpered and began to cry as the sadistic bastard machine squeezed out the last remaining molecule of anything resembling liquid from my poor nuts, and I jerked in one last paroxysm of ferocious pain and ecstasy, and pummeled against the straps, making sounds like a newborn baby.




I heard the bolt latch click, on the outside, and Sandy walked in, acting for all the world like she was taking a stroll in the park.




"Please........please.........please.......I grunted."




She quickly went over and turned off the suction program, and I slumped in a cold sweat, ecstatic that it was finally over.




The device released me completely, and my swollen cock fell out, completely limp and useless.




She moved the machine back out of position gently gripped my dick and balls.  I recoiled from her touch, and she laughed and she ripped off the aphrodisiac patch, then went around to my front, and removed the pint jar.  She looked at me playfully, and took out a straw, stuck it in the container, and held it to my lips. 




"Down the hatch!", she whispered blithely, mmmmm.....yummy!"




I put my lips over the straw, and looking into Sandy's amused eyes, and then to the watching camera, began to sip out the scuzzy seminal fluid and swallow it.  The disgusting liquid made me grimace in nausea, but I managed to drink it all down, and empty the jar.




"Good boy!  I'll bet your audience enjoyed that too.  Looks like sixty one thousand viewers with a ninety seven percent rating.  You must have put on quite a show for them."




She released the straps, and I backed out of the fixture, my legs a bit wobbly, and she led me out into the main area.




She had me sit in an open cubicle for a moment, to inspect my dick and balls again.  I sat back, legs spread, and she gently felt of my swollen nuts and peeled back the blood raw foreskin. 




"Did you have fun?, she laughed. 




She put on rubber gloves again and pinched my the tip of my glans and opened my red, swollen meatus, and looked carefully inside.




I was in a deep state of obedience at this point in my training, and I took any question seriously, always wanting to give the desired answer.  "Yes, mam."




She laughed again and wiped my cock and balls gently with a damp, medicated throw away pad.  "Sure you did!"




She slipped a condom on my dickhead to prevent leakage, and stood and removed her latex gloves.




"Ok you can go back to your room again, and I hear you're in for a three day rest, plenty of time for your pecker and balls to heal up. Sally French tells me she is your roaming nurse right now.  She's a nasty thing ain't she?"




She got up and I followed her to the reception area entrance.  She opened the door and I exited quickly into the hallway.




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I passed through the crowded reception area, and I think my raw privates may have attracted a few stares, but at this point I just didn't care.




Once in my room I took a slow shower and gently washed my wounded body. The feeling was fantastic, and after drying thoroughly, I took a pain killer and sat down to enjoy TV for awhile. Before long I was in bed resting comfortably, very happy for a much needed healing break.




It usually didn't take long for my reproductive system to reconstitute, and I was not unpleased at the prospect of a visit tomorrow by nurse Sally.  That could be interesting. 




I drifted into a complete sleep, and vowed to take advantage of a late morning rest. 































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