Date: Fri, 12 May 2006 00:12:25 +1000 (EST)
From: Country Mouse <dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Katya's Training Chapter Two
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Katya's Training: Chapter Two
copyright 2006 by dr_country_mouse_top
Story codes: F/g, F^g, teen2, BD, anal, reluc, spank, sm
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Katya's Training
Better living through biochemistry
Thoughts of it had been teasing me for weeks. Katya's training was
coming along beautifully. She was reliably coming twenty-five times a
day, every day. The muscular effort of such athleticism was producing
changes in her body as well, along with the strict exercise regime.
I woke her and gave my toy her usual spanking and filled her ass to start
her day properly. We talked about it, and I even showed Katya footage of
mares treated with the particular combination of hormones that I had in
mind. Her mouth dropped open as she saw the mares stagger towards the
breeding shed, hind legs trembling, tails lifted, fluids gushing from
their engorged sex organs.
The thought of pairing the hormone therapy with electrical therapy and
fucking machines made her tremble with anticipation. Of course, we both
enjoyed teasing, so Katya knew to expect a long slow build up and a time
of desperate, biochemically moderated need that I would deliberately
leave unsatisfied.
For weeks, her body had been tuned and trained to respond to both
pleasure and pain. She was accustomed to coming at least twenty-five
times a day, every single day. After a series of very thorough enemas
and high colonics, I let her rest and then began a test run of her
new treatment.
I could have used injections, or an oral medication, but I chose to
administer the treatment using a retention enema. I pumped up the
double catheter nozzle to maximum, and filled Katya until she looked six
months pregnant and then bound her securely to the leg spreader, her
wrists cuffed to the center of the bar.
By using an oil based formula, the retention enema was also making sure
that Katya would be thoroughly lubricated throughout the experiment. It
was fascinating, watching the hormones take effect. Her sex organs
plumped and swelled right before my eyes, fluids beginning to ooze from
her as she began to rock her hips and plead prettily.
Rolling her on her back, I sliced open a piece of fresh ginger and
carefully anointed her clitoris. Katya wailed, hips pumping, muscles in
her legs straining as she tried to fuck the air and find release for her
burning clit, her belly distended with the hormone laced oil.
She made an entrancing centrepiece for my dinner party, sweating and
squirming and pleading for release. Katya was less concerned about her
swollen gut and expelling the four quarts of drugged oil than she was
about orgasm. She was in heat, desperately needing and quite lovely.
I used a riding crop on her ass as she expelled the oil, squirting the
remnants of the hormone laced lubricant out of her ass as I paddled her
thoroughly, telling her to be sure to empty it all out. She almost
came, twice, and yes, she remembered to ask for permission but I denied
her. I wanted her desperate and hungry.
I stretched her out slowly, using my fingers and various toys and
speculum to open her up. The challenge was to avoid giving her enough
stimulation to orgasm. She was quite, quite desperate and just as out
of control as the mares staggering to the breeding shed.
Finally I was satisfied with her preparation. Katya moaned, deep in her
throat, when I finally guided the dildo into her ass. It wasn't over
large, but the machine would provide both vibration and rapid, repeated
penetration, up to a speed of 200 strokes per minutes.
There would be lube dribbling down from her small intestine for hours,
but there was a steady dribble of hot lube dripping down on the shaft of
the dildo, to make sure there was no unnecessary friction.
The helmet blocked sight and sound, except for what was delivered through
the earphones. It was the smallest taste of sensory deprivation and kept
Katya's attention nicely focused on what was important -- her desperate
sexual hunger and the dildo flying in her ass.
I gave her the controls and settled back with a glass of wine to watch
her writhe and struggle and strain as she came over and over and over
again, the fucking machine moving at faster and faster speeds. And every
time she came, she heard my voice in her ears. "Good boi."
The combination of sensory deprivation and hormonally moderated sexual
need gave me the idea for her next training regime. For the moment, I
enjoyed watching Katya being serviced by the fucking machine. She was
desperate for release, and I had been training her to respond to anal
stimulation for weeks.
She chose to set the machine for short thrusts of increasing rapidity.
The dildo flew until she had it all the way up, 200 strokes per minute,
far to fast for the eye to see. It vibrated her entire swollen, hormone
charged sex, her labia and clitoris being powerfully vibrated by the
fucking machine in her ass.
She was strapped down far too tightly to move, except for the slightest,
smallest shifts which let the dildo glide against new and better angles.
"Good boi," I told her as she came each time.
When she tired, I let her off lightly. I released her from the machines,
sent her off with the staff for a shower and a massage and strict
instructions to return to me if she should become aroused again and need
relief.
The dinner party had quietly wound down to coffee and dessert when she
returned, clean and relaxed and wet with hormonally induced hunger. "I
thought it would fade," she whimpered. "It just keeps getting worse."
Her ass had been well serviced, so I strapped her to the exam table and
simple opened her up with a speculum in her cunt and her ass. She
squealed a protest as I slipped the urethral sound in, panting a little
when it was done, knowing what the electrical current could do.
Although her nipples and clitoris had responded well to training, and now
stood proudly distended, another session with the milking machines on her
nipples would never be wasted, particularly as sensitive as she was from
the hormones. Careful placement of the tens pads meant that I could
trigger energetic clenching tight of both her cunt and her ass
sphincters, forcing her body to clamp down on the speculum. With careful
timing, I could deliver the shock through the entire body of the speculum
at the same instant that the current forced her body to tighten down on
the metal instruments.
I clamped both her inner and outer labia, using fine chains to stretch
her open wide. "I did promise that you would never suffer from
insufficient titillation of the clitoris, dear." Her genitals were wet
and swollen and rosy, spread wide and ready for stimulation. Excellent
circulation is the key to a strong orgasmic response. Her clitoris would
be stimulated with a variety of very strong sensations and I wanted to
begin with improving the circulation.
Using my thumb to carefully peel back the hood of Katya's clitoris, I
rubbed a small, fine paint brush of the softest sable over freshly cut
ginger, twirling the bristles in the fine, wet shreds I had grated to
make sure each fine hair was thoroughly wet with fresh ginger juice. The
brush was small, even compared to the small exposed bud of Katya's erect
clitoris. I carefully wet the brush numerous times, thoroughly painting
that small, quivering bundle of nerves, even slipping the fine bristles
up inside the hood, tickling inside the protective folds with ginger
slicked hairs.
The effect was almost immediate. Katya wailed as blood raced to the
treated areas in a fiery rush. "Good boi," I told her, and turned on
the current. I set the machine using the program developed after weeks
of monitoring Katya during her testing and orgasmic work outs. This
time, Katya had no control over frequency and voltage. The blindfold,
hood and headphones isolated Katya so that her only input was the
biochemically induced lust, the burning of her swollen clitoris, the
painful suction on her nipples and the current that ran through each
speculum and in the urethral sound.
I brought her along slowly, the program set to plateau at each new level
of stimulation. As the instruments slowly forced her body to build
helplessly towards orgasm, she heard a recording of my voice saying her
event marker, the sound that would tell her she would receive a reward
for her behaviour. Just as Pavlov's dogs heard a bell before the food
arrived, and soon began to drool at the sound of the bell, even if no
food were to arrive -- I was slowly training Katya to orgasm when she
heard those two words.
The current soon forced Katya into a beautiful orgasm, one that was
painfully extended by the merciless instructions of the computer
program. Aside from the sound penetrating her tender piss hole, Katya's
clit was untouched, except by the burning fresh ginger. Slowly the
current and frequency cycled back down to arousal levels and Katya could
rest for a time, although her sex was still being stimulated with cruel
accuracy.
I watched her pant her way through the rest cycle as her ass and sex
still quivered and spasmed around each speculum. She moaned when I open
each speculum wider. Lost in the dark silence, Katya writhed beautifully
as the program guided her through lavish arousal to urgency and then held
her on the fine sharp edge of release for an exquisite eternity before
releasing her with her conditioned reinforcer.
I looped the program and left her there. Katya made a lovely centrepiece
as she cycled endlessly through the long slow build, the agonising tease
and denial of her orgasm and finally the violent, artificially extended
climax. The effect of the hormone therapy combined with the electrical
stimulation did the trick. I finally had my training regime under
control, and could move on to the next level of Katya's training.
Feeling quite pleased with myself, the evening wound itself down to a
close. I knew Katya's performance would be the talk of the leather
community for months to come. She had come so beautifully and so often.
Some of my guests vowed that they were jealous.
As spectacularly effective as the hormone treatment was, it wasn't
something I wanted to repeat often. Even mares weren't put through that
more than once or twice a year. I began to plan the next session with
the hormones that night, even as I watched Katya come so obediently, the
pleasure precisely timed by the computer program, making sure Katya came
when I spoke the magic words.
One of the things I enjoyed most about my fuck toy was her avid
participation in her own pleasure. She had been carefully groomed and
educated. Katya was an active partner in developing the next phase of
her conditioning program.
It would combine extended periods of sensory deprivation with hypnosis
and specific input through audio recordings and occasional visual
images. Katya would be continuously dosed with the hormone for an
extended training period, and pleasured according to the instructions of
the computer program and my recorded instructions coming through the head
phones.
I made her study it. She researched hypnotic techniques, brain washing
methods, the drugs used for encouraging a receptive frame of mind. We
both wanted to incorporate periods of sensory deprivation into the
experience, and Katya worked out several different possible scenarios
including a floatation tank. We discussed brain architecture and
learning theory and the physiology of pleasure.
Whether it was the shape of her early exposure or a natural inclination,
Katya's sexuality fell firmly into the category of boi. She was
deliciously earnest, like a young blood of another century, eager to earn
honours and recognition and the praise of her masters.
Katya wrote the script, and helped write the program for each cycle. She
endured endless hours of discomfort as she tried to determine the best
way to handle rest periods and sensory deprivation and all the various
things she wanted to incorporate in the session.
She still began her mornings the same way. Immediately upon waking, she
assumed the first position so I could fill her with three suppositories,
a fat string of anal beads and then use a leather slapper to turn her ass
the proper shade of red.
When she had emptied herself and cleaned herself inside and out, Katya
then completed her first set of five repetitions, usually by riding the
horse. Her morning workout came next, including the all important
clenching exercises. If I wasn't satisfied with her performance on the
vaginal bar bell and my fingers, I used the tens pads. Placed correctly,
they could make Katya's sphincter fire up like a nutcracker. The
vaginal response was just as entertaining. The electronically induced
contractions weren't as pleasant, despite being almost identical to the
spasms of an orgasm. They were too sharp and fierce and sudden, piercing
in their intensity but not enough to let her slip over into orgasm.
After Katya had successfully performed the number of repetitions both
anally and vaginally, the same equipment was used to push her through
another set of five orgasms.
After her third shower of the day, an hour of swimming laps and a sports
massage, Katya had a healthy lunch, followed by two hours of study time.
Strictly for the entertainment value, she wore a very kinky school boi's
outfit. I gave her legitimate study topics, designed to prepare her for
entry into a university. I also gave her regular spankings and the
occasional birching, but I had a great deal of fun doing so. But those
lessons came after her two hours of serious study time.
In the more playful segment of her time in the school room each day,
Katya wrote lines, and memorized little amorphisms about the qualities of
a good boi. It was Katya's suggestion, rather a variation on the `I
shall not talk in class' written one hundred times on the blackboard.
"It will help me have correct thoughts," Katya explained earnestly.
"It's a simple brain washing and self hypnosis technique as well."
It was rather scary how passionate she was, reminding me of the Hitler
Youth. Katya would write hundreds of lines at that blackboard.
She generally wore a butt plug during this segment of class, to help open
her hole up so I could play with it more. We had been steadily opening
her up since her first night with me, and Katya now routinely wore butt
plugs of substantial girth. Her asshole would be plugged and stretched
wide as she wrote line after line of things like I will not come without
permission and An obedient boi comes on command.
I left her hungry then, and sent her to her martial arts class. She
would shower afterwards and present herself for me to play with. She was
my toy, my catnip mousie. It was at this time of day that I strapped
Katya down and made her come hard, over and over, as many times as I
wanted.
Katya was quite convinced that she could last 72 hours for the
conditioning program, and even researched the best method for delivery of
the hormones to augment the initial uptake through the retention enema.
After a thorough check up and several long conversations with her
doctors, we readied her for the experiment.
For twenty four hours, she received no sexual stimulation. It was the
first time since she had begun training with me that she had not been
exercised and she was quite horning even early in the morning. By
mid-afternoon, she was just twitching. The massage therapist had to
watch her carefully, because Katya was primed and ready.
She slept in restraints and received an entire series of enemas followed
by two separate high colonics. Katya rested, waiting for her body to
finish emptying itself of fluids. She was already listening to the tapes
over a pair of head phones. The preparations for her conditioning had
begun.
The tape was full of affirmations.
You're a good boi.
You're a prized and pampered fuck toy.
You know your value -- you're a precious pet.
You're spoiled and you deserve every bit of it.
It's all about your ass. It should always be clean, slick and open.
A boi needs to love getting fucked in the ass.
Getting fucked in the ass is the best way to come.
You will not come without permission.
You will always beg for permission before you come.
A good boi comes on command.
You're a prized and pampered fuck toy.
Ass play is your favourite reward.
Ask nicely, and daddy might play with your holes.
Boi like their holes filled up.
Spankings make you want to come.
Pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure. It's all sensation. It all makes
you come.
You're a good boi.
This is your reward.
You're learning how to be a better fuck toy.
You'll come hard and often, whenever you're told to do so.
Orgasms are your reward.
You're a prized and pampered fuck toy.
You're valued for your creativity.
You're valued for your intelligence.
You're valued for your perversions
You're a good boi, a strong boi.
You're proud of the way you can come so many times.
Orgasms are your reward.
This training session is your reward.
You will come until you can't come any more and then you'll do it
again.
Finally I strapped the harness to her and secured her to the platform,
legs secured to a spreader bar that only a gymnast could tolerate. With
her head down and her tail up, I inserted the double catheter nozzle and
pumped up both balloons. The solution was concentrated, a far stronger
dose than would have been delivered either orally or through an
injection. Katya's belly swelled slightly, but the volume wasn't
extreme, only about two litres.
I rolled her, still locked in her cuffs to the spreader bar and with two
litres of hormone and lubricant in her ass, over on to her back, and
hooked the spreader bar to the pulley, hauling Katya's legs in the air,
exposing her sex and her ass with the inflated balloons from the
retention enema.
The salve was of Katya's own recipe, mostly fresh ginger but also
cinnamon oil and clove oil and even some chilli peppers. She had bravely
tested it, until she was sure the formula would heat but without
blistering. Katya was blindfolded and deaf to anything not coming over
the headphones in her hood, but she knew what was coming. I could see
her brace herself.
The one thing that all drugs designed to enhance sexual function have in
common is vasodilation, or increased blood supply to the genital
tissues. Instead of taking a dose of Viagara, Katya's salve would
increase the circulation to anything it touched. It was particularly
effective on delicate mucous membranes.
I applied the salve with care, working it deeply into all the tender
folds, peeling back Katya's clitoral hood to rub fresh ginger directly
on the naked bundle of nerves. I massaged it into the fragile skin of
her inner labia and worked deep into her virgin cunt, swirling my thumb
around and in and out repeatedly, working the salve around and into her
wet hole.
The hormone laced lubricant was already beginning to work, even as Katya
wailed, registering the burning heat of the ointment on her tender sexual
parts. I scooped up a finger full of salve and smeared it over her
asshole, working between the balloons both inside and outside her ass,
squishing the burning lubricant into the sensitive and responsive little
hole.
The anus is dense with nerve endings. As heat flushed every place the
ointment touched, the combination of prostaglandin and oxytocin and
Pitocin fired up Katya's sexual response. As her cunt began to drip, I
smeared more salve over her swollen clit, easing my finger into her ass
along side the short section of tube that connected the two balloons.
Katya was moaning desperately, the hormones really beginning to show
their effect. She was listening to whatever was coming over the head
phones, muttering to herself in that odd tone that people have when they
can't hear themselves. "Please, daddy, fuck me. I'll be good, so
good. Play with my holes and make me come."
I chuckled and teased her juicy young cunt, smearing more salve just
inside the vaginal barrel. She squirmed and humped the air, straining
against the restraints.
Katya's program was strict. She held the hormone laced oil inside her
ass for a full four hours, while her sex throbbed and swelled and need
racked her body, every bit as strong as the mares we had seen footage of.
I could see her clenching ass and cunt, PC muscle clamping down on thin
air.
She muttered constantly, repeating the only input her senses had, the
short phrases that she had chosen as her script. Sweat rolled off her as
she struggled and strained in the restraints. Katya was not unaware of
the impact that 72 hours of sensory deprivation would have, even without
the hormone therapy and carefully chosen prescriptions that would make
the script more effective, taking her down a carefully composed mental
path.
I teased Katya and told her she had read too many mind control stories on
Nifty, but she only grinned. There was a body of science and the
treatment records of from the prison camps of World War Two, Viet Nam and
Korea. The more recent conflicts in Chechnya, Afghanistan, Iraq, Africa
and the rest of the middle east had never evidenced any interest in mind
altering techniques. They massaged public opinion with an expert touch,
working the mob with terrifying skill. There was no need to manipulate
one mind. It was all fixed with a bullet.
The research still existed, and there had been some rather fascinating
studies done for the army as well as for pharmaceutical research giants,
like the company that developed Viagara. There were muscle relaxers and
tranquilizers and stimulants that would be administered at various times
as well.
During the four hours, Katya shouted and babbled about being a good boi
several times, her cunt and asshole clenching in spasms, empty hungry
holes clutching at air as my boi orgasmed. I was pleased. Very
pleased. Katya was to come until she was no longer capable of the
physical response. She would rest and then begin again, until she was no
longer conscious. Again a rest period and it would begin again.
As muscles tired and fatigue poisons built up in the tissues, her
position might be adjusted, as well as subjecting her to more energetic
stimulations to improve her circulation. She would see nothing and hear
only what came over the headphones.
Like the mares, Katya's body went into override, hormonally induced into
season, ripe for mating. Unsatisfied, her cunt rippled and clutched,
fluids oozing from her in a steady stream. As the hormones and the
heating oil both took affect, the resulting begging was truly lyrical.
I was quite touched when she began babbling about her hunger being an
offering for daddy. She was in heat, terrible endless heat as the
hormones were taken up from her colon, slipping into her bloodstream at
an increasing rate.
Instruments measured her blood serum level, her heart beat and
respiration and even brain waves. Katya was chanting about how hunger
made a boi strong and proud. She needed daddy to fill her holes. She
reminded herself that this was conditioning her for pleasure and she
could come as often as she could manage. She had permission to come, but
she couldn't forget her marker. Every time she came she would announce
it; Katya would say the word, I'm a good boi when she came.
There would be long periods of silence when all Katya had was her vast
and terrible desire. She came at least seven times over the course of
those four hours, each time wailing about being a good boi.
The analysis of her blood serum levels showed that she had surpassed that
of mares treated with hormones, the inspiration for this little
adventure. It was awe inspiring to watch, a beautiful boi utterly
wracked by the extremity of her hunger. The lust was amazing to see, the
human body so desperate, so needy. It was gorgeous.
She shuddered violently and came the instant I touched the enema tube
that led to her well plugged asshole. With Katya's cries of good boi
still ringing in my ears, I deflated the outer balloon, tugging playfully
on the enema tube, stirring the fully inflated balloon still inside her
ass.
Keeping just enough pressure on the tube to keep the balloon snugged up
against Katya's sphincter, I started working the hormone laced ginger
salve into Katya's quivering asshole. She wailed and came repeatedly as
small quantities of oil slipped out past the balloon plug, mixing with
the salve as I massaged her sphincter with the knowledge gained over the
last few weeks.
Her instructions were to hold on to the oil in her ass, and she tried,
valiantly. Blood serum levels of the hormone were approaching the
maximum doses used only in clinical trials of mares when the drug was
first developed. The combination of hormones gave Katya both the arousal
and hunger but also the afterglow, the hormone that was responsible for
maternal bonding with newborns.
She was gleefully enjoying her torture, laughing and babbling joyfully in
Russian, begging and desperate and proud. It was most gratifying to
listen to. Katya tried valiantly to hang on to that oil, but when I
deflated the inner balloon and pulled the nozzle from her ass, more oil
escaped, neatly collected by the tray under the examination table. It
pooled in the bottom of the tray and was sucked down the drain, shunted
off for recycling, filtering, sterilization and reheating.
I continued my massage of her anal ring, working the burning cream into
every ripple and fold, simply ignoring Katya's cries and babbling and
multiple orgasms. She really was adorable as she tried to hang on to the
rest of that oil. More would slip out as I worked a finger in and out of
her tightly clenched sphincter, loosening it, coaxing it open. She
opened her hole for daddy, sobbing and coming as I scissored two fingers
inside her, making her ready for the plug that would fill her for the
next 72 hours.
Yes, all this was just preparation.
Katya insisted that the time start once the plug was fully seated in her
ass. So much of what we did was about her ass and pleasuring it. And
this plug was well designed for just that.
The core of it was like a Hirshfeld speculum in that the bull nosed tip
of the plug could be removed, leaving a hollow core through which one
could either examine Katya's insides or administer further treatments.
The graduated ripples flared like a soft serve ice cream cone with two
contact strips down the side. A second contact area surrounded the
narrow shaft before flaring out in the sturdy base. A simple pump valve
inflated it, increasing both the internal portion but also the diameter
of the shaft.
It wasn't small, although Katya could handle larger toys quite easily
now. She was quite incoherent as I inserted the plug, and not just
because of the salve that coated its length. Katya knew precisely what
was coming, no pun intended. She knew what the plug could do and she
knew what was written into the computer program that controlled the
electrical current and frequency.
"It's too good, I can't bear it," Katya protested, sobbing. I
ignored her. Katya had gone into this completely aware of the hazards.
She had even included mild hallucinogenics for later in the treatment.
"Please, daddy. Fill me up. I want to learn how to be a good boi, oh
fuck!"
I think she screamed the whole time the plug was sinking into her ass.
She convulsed and shuddered and shouted joyously as she came harder than
I had ever seen her come before. I had almost as much fun with the
vaginal plug. Of course, I had to be particularly careful with that
juicy virgin cunt.. I massaged the concentrated ginger and hormone salve
deeply into her folds, massaging her inner labia and teasing that hungry
little mouth with my thumbs.
She opened easily, my thumbs holding her open as she convulsed in another
violent orgasm. I had spent weeks stretching her with the speculum and
stimulating the vaginal barrel with vibration and electrical currents.
She babbled and cried as I wiggled both thumbs inside her, twisting and
turning them, flexing and scissoring as she sobbed and wailed with the
unbearable pleasure.
The vaginal plug was of similar design, including the removable central
shaft which would allow for inspection, lubrication and the
administration of further drugs. In order to preserve Katya's hymen,
the shaft was short, just barely as long as her vaginal barrel,
immediately flaring out into a wide, flat mushroom head, like a
portabello mushroom. It was inserted with the flanges folded back
against the shaft, and then it returned to its original shape. Katya
compared it to a molly bolt during one of our design discussion. I'd
laughed my fool head off.
It was, of course, thickly coated in the drugged ginger salve. Katya
panted and shuddered and babbled to herself as it unfolded inside her. I
tugged on the broad base to make sure it was securely seated inside her.
There was no pressure on Katya's hymen, although the plug could be
dilated considerably. There were contact points under the head of the
mushroom, snuggled up to the sensitive tissues surrounding the vaginal
sphincter from the inside. The shaft was what dilated, never increasing
its length and thus never increasing the depth of penetration. Even
prolonged and powerful vibrations would shift it no further in, the base
flaring out widely to prevent it and to allow for the attachment of
various vibrators. The shaft could expand enormously, dilating with a
few squeezes of the pump bulb. The contact points surround the shaft
were like a watchband, small round dots that shifted and rippled and
stretched as the shaft expanded and contracted in response to the
computer program.
The exterior base of the plug was made using the impression taken of
Katya at her most engorged. The silicone faithfully followed ever curve
and fold and tend hollow, with tens unit contact pads built right in.
The second set of contact pads were stuck to the tender curve at the
innermost portion of the ass cheek, where it connects to the anus. The
two sets of contact pads would control and monitor the contraction of
Katya's sphincters as well as her PC muscle.
The clamps for her inner labia were light weight plastic, with tiny leads
that carried such delicious torrents of power. The clamps for her outer
labia were lined with neoprene, broad pads with small copper centers.
The clamps were only to grip the fleshy folds securely so Katya's labia
could be peeled open to expose her better. They were designed for long
term use, although there were multiple changes of position scheduled for
the days ahead.
Katya was moaning like a woman in labour, uttering deep, full chested
sounds of triumphant pleasure. Although the rate of absorption would be
less, I massaged salve into Katya's nipples, pinching and rolling them
and having a grand time. Katya had always responded well to nipple
torment, and I had certainly paired it with orgasm regularly. With both
her holes plugged securely, I enjoyed myself pinching Katya's nipples.
I love nipple play. Clamps are fun, and piercings are attractive, but
mostly I love using my fingers and my mouth. I pinched and rolled her
nipples hard between my fingers, using my grip to shake her breasts
playfully. Lying on her back, her breasts almost disappeared. I loved
watching her abs clench, the muscles rippling as she clamped down on the
plugs filling each hole.
Her arousal levels were phenomenal, hormone levels beyond even the
testing at veterinary schools. My fuck toy was ripe for pleasure. Katya
keened desperately when I inserted the catheter, but this was marathon
bondage. She would need to empty her bladder, and it also gave me
another convenient pathway to deliver electrical current to her body.
She wailed again when she realized that I had lubricated the catheter
tube with the same ginger salve, but she came anyway.
We had talked long and frequently about how to stimulate her clitoris.
Fortunately, my boi was a clever youngster and we ended up using another
mold of her genitals. The clitoral stimulator was riddled with
electrical contact points of various types, embedded in three sets of
clamps that could be tightened at various points along the clitoral
shaft. The silicone form had a sturdy base which could then be attached
to any number of vibrators and motors. The tight seal against her skin
meant that suction was also an option.
Later in her conditioning, there were similar custom fittings made of ice
frozen in molds made from those same impressions. After hours of
stimulation, the ice would help combat the swelling. It was also likely
to make her orgasm, but that was just part of the fun.
The hormone therapy was so affective at those serum levels that Katya
shuddered and sobbed her way through several more orgasms, just from
having the attachments fitted. She had been trained as a sexual athlete
for nearly two months and she had the muscle control developed by weeks
of daily practice. She got herself off flexing her PC muscle and
clenching her ass and cunt around the plugs.
I was damned proud of her.
Serum levels appeared to be levelling off, now that she had expelled most
of the oil. There was still plenty left in her colon, serving as
lubricant as it slowly drained from higher up in her body. Katya's
genitals were engorged, flushed in response to the salve as well as the
hormones. Her tissues were fully saturated, the mucous membranes
absorbing the concentrated hormones in at a slower rate than from the
retention enema but with the additional physiological response to the
ginger.
There were heated tanks of various lubricants standing by. Much of the
conditioning instruments could be continuously lubricated, rather like a
wet saw. The `Fucksall' fucking machine looked like it would provide
serious entertainment.
Katya was still convulsing when I returned my attention to her nipples.
The salve I had massaged into them earlier would help seal the vacuum
tubes. Katya moaned and babbled, anticipating the suction. She loved it
and she hated it. She said it hurt worse than anything in her ass or
cunt. It was worse than being spanked with a slapper until her ass was
cherry red. The suction turned her inside out.
It also made her very, very wet.
I had always been careful to pair nipple torture with orgasm, and
Katya's reflexes were fairly reliable for that particular stimulus. The
nipple suction hurt but she was always simultaneously experiencing
powerful orgasms. Pinching those nipples now made her come repeatedly
out of sheer anticipation.
I smeared more salve over her nipples and then fitted the vacuum tubes as
she keened. I walked over to the main computer and pressed the enter
button.
I hit the switch for the microphone that cut in over her recorded
script. "Katya, your conditioning had begun. Your seventy-two hour
countdown is in progress. Remember, you're a good boi."
Katya was already coming, even before the software had time to cycle
through the first few teasing pulses of current. The instruments noted
the climax, and it was recorded by several cameras, but it made no
difference to the computer. Even as she was shaking with the aftershocks
of orgasm, the computer increased the current to all points, and Katya
was coming again.
She came far more frequently than was programmed by the computer.
Neither one of us had expected the higher serum levels to be so
effective. Katya lurched and shuddered and convulsed, crying out good
boi so many times that I swiftly lost count, although the various
instruments were tracking such things.
Just as the program was designed to, the computer kept up the stimulation
until Katya literally lost consciousness. The discreet alert of the
various instruments let me know, and I had the staff assist me in tending
to my boi.
The probes and the contacts never left her body, but we handled Katya
like a pampered piece of meat. We released her from the pulley and the
leg spreader bar, promptly wiping her sweaty body down and then giving
her a thorough sports massage. I drained her bladder through the
catheter. Removing the central core from each plug gave me a viewport to
examine Katya's delicate internal tissues for any sign of damage.
Reassured by what I saw, I flushed both her orifices with sterile saline,
draining her through the open core of the plugs. I filled her ass with a
combination of sterile saline, electrolytes and trace minerals, inflating
the plug so that she retained it until the monitoring equipment showed
that Katya was nearing consciousness and awareness. I swiftly removed
the central core to the butt plug and let her empty.
Before she was aware enough to even remember she had a body, fresh hot
lubricating salve was being pumped into both holes. It was the thick
syrupy drug solution, blended with fresh ginger, pouring into both holes
in a heated rush. Katya whimpered as she roused, knowing that the
fluids filling her were heavily laced with the hormone cocktail.
She was bound over the spanking horse, her knees spread wide and strapped
to the equipment. I attached the clamps to her inner and outer labia
once more, this time adorning them with small weighted bells that jiggled
and danced and chimed merrily as Katya convulsed in the restraints.
Efficiency was the name of the game, so Katya was fed as she retained the
drugs in both her vagina and rectum. It was actually a nipple from a
lamb feeding bottle, slightly larger than a human baby bottle. It held
diluted fruit juice this time, although there would be other fluids and
even medicines administered through the nipple later in the program.
Katya suckled thirstily, whimpering as heated liquid was flushed behind
the custom forms fitted to her sex and inside her body. This time there
was no delay for a long slow build. As soon as the blood serum level was
equal to that used for agricultural applications, the computer program
started the stimulation.
She new it was coming, of course. Katya had written the vast majority of
the program. "No more, no more," she pleaded. But she had spoken
frankly of her desire to see the conditioning through to the end. Unless
the monitoring equipment showed that she was in such physical distress
that her health might be permanently affected, Katya was committed to the
conditioning program for the full time period as determined by the
software program.
I'm sure she was grateful that she was unable to convince me to let her
do the conditioning program as she first designed it. It would have been
a full thirty days. Both the doctor, the physical therapist and the
psychologist specializing in hypnotics agreed with me. Such a lengthy
program would have caused not only physical problems but permanent
changes in Katya's personality and psychosexual make up.
As it was, this 72 hour conditioning program was likely to permanently
alter Katya's sexuality. Already a sexual athlete, Katya had written
the program with my guidance. We were working together to permanently
transform her sexual behaviour and provide a tool for further behaviour
modification.
Like a rat in a lab, Katya was stimulated with cold, clinical precision,
levels of current and frequency were predetermined and inescapable.
Desperate with need, mad with the drug induced sexual hunger, Katya
howled and came as the butt plug began to swell, increasing its
diameter. "Open me up, daddy!" she screamed, bucking in the
restraints. She came at least ten times before the computer intended her
to come the first time, the serum levels of hormone making her cunt just
gush, dribbling down the sides of the vaginal plug.
Her ass was dilated to a respectable two inches, her sweet cunt just as
open. She shuddered and convulsed and came helplessly, over and over
again, until her voice broke and all that she uttered were hoarse
whistling screams as she fucked herself with the butt plug as the current
made her sphincter spasm.
Katya hit a sort of plateau after a while. She whimpered and twitched
and muttered good boi repeatedly, but her muscles no longer responded to
her wishes. She lay completely limp and came helplessly, over and over,
no longer even able to moan as she climaxed. It was a remarkably long
time that she just lay there twitching and convulsing before she finally
passed out. I was quite surprised by her endurance.
When the alert sounded, we unhooked Katya from the equipment and flushed
her once again, replacing the hydrating fluids with the hormonal
treatment as soon as she showed signs of consciousness. Small doses of
muscle relaxants and serotonin modifiers and a complex cocktail of drugs
usual used either for recreational purposes or for chemical
interrogations were administered through all orifices, in her nutritional
drink, and included in the fluids pumped in through the plugs.
Katya sobbed pitifully as the arousal began to build, pleading for an
end. But as the hormones began to work their magic, Katya began to
babble with pleasure once more. She roared in triumph as the plugs were
further dilated, stretching her holes further than they had ever been
opened before.
Her sphincters and PC muscle clamped down in time with the pulses of
electricity, clenching down hard on the plugs distending both her holes.
The addition of vibration made her convulse and squirt, ejaculating
copiously. Her voice was a thin keening as the electricity kept the
convulsions going. The clamps tightened down on her swollen clitoral
shaft, and then the computer unleashed lightning on the distended bundle
of nerves.
Time after time, she was pleasured until her body simply gave out. When
she grew truly exhausted, the program no longer even waited for Katya to
regain consciousness. Her body convulsed according to the program's
specifications, even when sleep deprivation began to take its toll, Katya
struggling to snatch a few short moments of sleep in between orgasms.
The Fucksall nearly killed her. It was among the last treatments of the
program. When she roused at the prescribed moment on the third day to
discover that her ass was full of dildo instead of the expected plug,
Katya started laughing hysterically, cheerfully predicting her own future
insanity. She had been anticipating it, having carefully scripted this
portion of the program.
Her previous experience with the Fucksall had been spectacular, and it
was really the culmination of her training to date. The machine was
built around a reciprocating saw, and the high speed stroke had sent her
over the edge repeatedly during her one opportunity to enjoy it. After
more than 56 hours of continuous conditioning, her hormone levels were
beyond even the highest levels ever used, even in testing and development
of the drug, during which times mares were deliberately overdosed.
Katya couldn't have even crawled. She was well beyond the spraddle
legged desperate heat of the mares. Even through the haze of hormones
and hallucinogens and post hypnotic conditioning, Katya laughed
helplessly, knowing what was to come. The plug in her cunt began to
rotate on the Drilldo attachment, lubricant continuously pouring through
the end of the plug and over the outside of the unit as it spun at
increasingly high revolutions per minute.
The Fucksall started slowly, as Katya shuddered and convulsed her way
through her first orgasms since regaining consciousness. The computer
controlled recording continued in its endless loop of affirmation and
post hypnotic suggestions, as Katya babbled and wailed and convulsed
around the dildos in her cunt and ass. The suction tubes were mauling
her nipples, the contact pads controlling the desperate clenching and
spasms of her widely dilated holes.
Current fired through the contacts of all the clamps, ratcheting up
Katya's keening as the Fucksall's speed continued to climb. The pace
and controlled ferocity of the Fucksall's flying fuck made Katya's
entire lower body tremble and shake as the speed shook her flesh. It
made her twist and dance on the spinning plug in her virgin cunt,
increasing the pressure as it spun inside her vaginal barrel. Her
sphincters continued to spasm according to the pace established by the
software.
The clamps held Katya's entire clitoral shaft in a merciless grip. The
electrical stimulation was just the way she liked it best, using the
pre-programmed setting that made her squirm and squeal and come hard over
and over. It pulsed and throbbed, firing every nerve in her clitoris in
a way that was so good that she wasn't sure if she could bear it.
Katya howled like some sort of primal creature when powerful vibrations
were added to the whole arrangement. Katya came repeatedly, convulsing
violently, shuddering and shouting triumphantly, a mad Cossack gripped by
three days of computer controlled orgasms.
All the long weeks of training and all the careful preparations led up to
this merciless, endless fuck in the ass. The Fucksall's dildo moved so
fast that the eye couldn't follow it. My boi was getting fucked in the
ass, like the good boi she was. She ejaculated repeatedly, convulsion
and jerking, both holes clamping down hard as the Fucksall thrust into
her ass at rates so fast it was just a blur, the vaginal plug whirling at
a similar rate.
The form covering her clitoris was made of silicone, perfectly suited to
carrying vibration. As the various clamps and contact points pour
electricity into her violently shuddering genitals, the Fucksall
continuing to shake her to pieces as it sped in her ass, the powerful
throbbing vibrations of the plugs were joined by vibration centered on
Katya's clitoris.
The noises she made were no longer quite human.
The stimulation continued regardless of whether Katya were conscious or
not. Her body was still subjected to the same conditioning treatment,
awake or out cold. The recorded script continued it's endless
suggestive hypnotic stream of instructions.
The Fucksall and Drilldo sessions were alternated with electrical
stimulation alone according to a strict schedule. The staff and I were
kept hopping changing the equipment around. Katya had screamed herself
to silence, her voice totally gone. She shuddered and twitched and
convulsed, still trapped in the dark with the drugs and the need and the
hypnotic script that told her when to come each time.
The cords in her neck stood out, but only a hoarse whistling escaped her
when the suction tube was fastened to her clit and her nipples. After
the first half hour, Katya no longer even convulsed. She just twitched
and shivered, her nipples distended to the size of a big man's thumb,
her clitoral shaft swollen like a tiny penis, enlarged to a similar
size.
From the monitors, it looked like she was unconscious through most of the
last Fucksall session. When the clock ticked over to the 72 hour mark,
the alert notified us with a discreet chime. I cut the master switch and
helped the staff free Katya's limp form from the restraints.
Both my boi's holes were well used, surrendering their plugs with a
slick pop. She was out cold but her post conditioning tape had looped in
with a new series of affirmations, reminders and reassurances. Her ass
was dilated an impressive two and a half inches, the virgin pussy only
slightly smaller. A speculum was entirely unnecessary to examine her
internal tissues. Both holes stood open wide, caught in a rictus of
pleasure, fucked until the sphincters were totally vanquished.
The doctor bustled in, immediately hooking up an IV. Katya was given a
rich saline glucose solution, heavily laced with muscle relaxants,
analgesics and anti-inflammatories. She was kept heavily sedated for two
days, while her body recovered from the ordeal. The hood was removed,
and Katya's room was plunged into darkness, only the softest light
appearing behind a shield, indirectly reflecting light on the corner and
up to the ceiling, a single candle almost unbearably bright after the
long hours of darkness and drugs.
Even sedated, Katya reacted to the ice that replaced all the equipment
that had been fitted to her body. Her genitals were hugely engorged and
swollen after three days of merciless stimulation, her holes still gaping
open. Katya climaxed multiple times as the ice was applied according to
the schedule. Plump bulbous ice dildos filled both her holes, the custom
made form used to make the ice crafted from the impression of her sex,
faithfully following every ripple and curve.
Blood serum readings showed that the hormone levels were finally dropping
off, Katya having been sedated sufficiently for her to sleep through the
worst of it. It was the third day before Katya finally pawed roughly at
her head phones, dragging them off with an uncoordinated little flail.
My boi was still twitching and convulsing and shuddering at random as her
overloaded nervous system fired with aftershocks. Her voice was shredded
as she whimpered out a request for me to fuck her hole and open her
wide.
"Sorry, darlin'," I told her. "You've been wide open for days." I
blew a stream of cool air over her swollen, puffy asshole and Katya
shuddered, wailing desperately as she came. I reminded her that we had
anticipated a period of withdrawal, while her nerves and exhausted body
tried hard to recover from the ordeal. Katya would be permitted to come
as often as she wanted if she could get herself off by fucking the air.
I wanted to see her clamping down with both sphincters, continuing the
process of recovery, returning those shattered rings of muscle to normal
function.
The physical therapists had to keep her from drowning as Katya convulsed
with a sudden and violent orgasm while swimming laps in the tank. But
her condition improved, day by day, although she was still very quiet,
prone to murmuring quietly to herself as the taped instructions ran
through her mind.
I let her rest, providing no sexual stimulation at all. Katya came at
odd times, for no apparent reason, as nerves and memory and
neurotransmitters fired off at random. She was always virtuous about
announcing her orgasms, crying out the magic words, good boi, each time.
It took several more days, with physical therapy, swimming and massage,
but finally Katya was fully recovered. That morning she crawled out of
bed and assumed the standard position, rasping out a request for her
usual suppositories and paddling.
Her training continued, although there were some permanent changes to her
behaviour. She had always been lusty and gleefully participatory, which
is how the whole experiment began. The 72 hours of conditioning only
made her more orgasmic, more responsive and ratcheting up her libido to
almost the level induced by the marathon hormone therapy.
My boi was more confident and emotionally stable, proud and secure in her
place as my pet and treasured fuck toy. We started shopping for her
wardrobe, and she dressed like a young James Dean, usually wearing
clothes from the men's department at A&F.
Katya truly was blossoming into a good boi. I was deeply and sincerely
proud of her. She was so deliciously butch and yet so unapologetically
female. She didn't want to take hormones and go the route of the female
to male transsexual. Katya was just all kinds of butch, a boi proud of
having two holes between her legs for daddy to play with.
She studied hard, taking classes in psychology and learning theory,
computer programming and neurology and endocrinology. The vast majority
of her classes were taken via correspondence course over the Net, through
what Australia called `distance learning'. Katya had her morning
workouts, midday swimming and afternoon sessions with her sensei.
I even signed her up for special classes, both for driving and for riding
a motorcycle. An athlete's reflexes and a boi's sincerest efforts and
newly enhanced sense of responsibility meant that my boi soon had her
driver's license and was taking advanced courses in evasive manoeuvres,
emergency handling and the like. Living on an isolated property in rural
Australia meant that coaching in off road handling and four wheel drive
techniques was an excellent skill set for Katya to develop.
Upon reflection, I decided that the seventy-two hour conditioning program
Katya had designed was a success. I was also glad that I had limited the
length of the program. While she was prone to flashbacks, Katya vowed
that she had tried to encourage the phenomenon both in her choice of drug
protocol but also in her choice of post hypnotic suggestion.
My boi is a lusty creature. It wasn't long before she was researching
her next conditioning program, this time incorporating pain play. Katya
had embedded powerful post hypnotic suggestions into her programming,
encouraging her own interest and sexual response to erotic pain,
beginning with spankings, strappings and paddlings.
I encouraged Katya's interest, and made suggestions for her research.
In the end, it was Katya's mind that was the most erotic thing about
her. She truly was a good boi. And I wasn't blind. That sleek young
body was no hardship on the eyes.
I was looking forward to beginning the next phase of Katya's training.
To be continued...