Tied Up

 

Chapter 1:  Georgetta:  The end of a long day

The box was waiting just inside the front door to her apartment
building, just as Chris had said it would be when she got home.  It
was on the floor in front of the mailboxes with her name and address
on it.  A large size brown cardboard box.  Chris had refused to tell
her what was in the carton, only that she was to bring it upstairs.
She had lost the bet, and as a result had agreed to follow his
directions for one night.  It was now time to pay up.  If she decided
to open the box, she had to follow the directions in the box to the
letter.

Georgetta had to go up the stairs to her apartment and drop off her
purse, briefcase, and other mail before returning to get the carton.
It was a little heavier than she expected, and took a bit of effort to
get it upstairs and into her apartment.  Setting it down on the
kitchen table, she got a pair of scissors out of the drawer and sliced
open the tape on the top of the carton.  As she thought, there was a
note from Chris on top of the contents. 

She sliced open the envelope and pulled the letter from inside.  It
read,

My dearest Georgetta,

You are to take this box into the bedroom and unpack it, placing the
contents on the bed.  Do not yet open the small box in the bottom of
this carton.  I will be along later this evening to continue this
fantasy.  You are then to undress completely and place on the articles
of clothing I have provided.  Further instructions are contained
inside this box. 

Once you are dressed, you are to pour yourself a glass of wine and
then relax in the living room.  I have included one of your romance
novels in the box for your reading pleasure.  Turn to the section I
have bookmarked for you, and read from the box while you drink the
glass of wine.

When  you have finished the book and have drunk the wine, open the
envelope at the back of the book and read the next set of
instructions.

Chris

 

Intrigued, Georgetta picked up the box and carried it into the
bedroom.  Setting it on top of the bed, she lifted the packing
material and began to unpack the contents.  On top was indeed a
romance novel, one of the real trashy ones she liked to read while
laying on the beach.  The rest of the contents surprised her.

She had expected Chris to provide a sexy lingerie outfit for her, but
this was not quite what she had expected.  A pair of black leather
knee-high boots and black fishnet stockings were the first items. A
black, soft leather halter top, a black leather mini-skirt, a black
garter belt, and a black thong panty completed the outfit she was
intended to wear.   She picked up the halter top and examined it.  It
was basically a black leather bra, but had a collar with silver metal
studs.  Several straps rose from the top of the bra to the collar.

Smiling to herself, she wondered just what Chris was intending, but
decided it would be a lot of fun to find out.  "Guess he's in the mood
for a Harley Davidson biker-type fantasy, I guess" she thought.

Dropping the outfit on the bed, she stepped out of her heels, and
shrugged off the suit jacket.  Fumbling with the zipper to her skirt,
she walked towards the closet.  Removing the hanger, she stepped out
of the skirt, and then hung it on the hanger.  She returned to the bed
and picked up the jacket, adding it to the hanger and returned it to
the closet.  She returned to the dresser and reached behind her to
undo her bra.  Her breasts fell loose as the bra came unhooked, and
she removed the item from her shoulders.  She softly caressed her
breasts, imagining the feel of Chris's hands on them later that
evening.  They were very sensitive, and even her casual caresses sent
a tiny wave of pleasure through her. 

She dropped her thumbs inside the pantyhose and panties, and pushed
them down to below her knees.  She sat down on the bed and pulled them
off her legs.  She then picked up the black fishnet hose from Chris's
package and carefully pulled on one and then the other.  Standing up,
she spent a minute on each leg, carefully straightening the seams.
"Why do these things drive guys crazy?" she wondered, not for the
first time.

The halter top was the next item.  She quickly figured out the
fastener on the collar and attached it around her neck.  She smoother
the cups of the halter around her breasts and then reached behind her
back to fasten the catch.   She had never worn a leather item like
this before, and found she liked the feel of the leather against her
skin.  The halter was relatively low cut, and revealed a significant
amount of cleavage.  The black leather straps from the halter up to
the collar stood out against her tanned skin.  leather "This could be
fun",  she thought to herself.

She picked up the garter belt and fastened it around her waist,  and
then spent several minutes fastening the garter straps front and rear
to the stockings.  "Men" she muttered as the last strap became slights
irritating and refused to lock in on the stocking.  At last it too
locked close.    She picked up the thong and stepped into it, settling
it into place on her hips.  She noted that it too was made of leather.

The leather skirt then went around her waist.  It zipped up one side,
although the zipper started more than a few inches from the bottom.
From her waist to the hem it was less the fifteen or sixteen inches,
and didn't cover very much at all.  She rotated the skirt around her
waist, positioning the zipper at the front of her right thigh.  The
slight slit on her skirt showed the top of the stockings and a bit of
thigh.  "Chris will certainly appreciate that", she thought to
herself.

She sat down onto the bed and pulled first one boot and then the other
on.  They fit perfectly, leading her to believe Chris had been
snooping around her clothing to determine her sizes.  The boots had a
good three inch heel, and she stood carefully and took a few steps to
get her balance straight.  She had a pair of four-inch heels that she
sometimes wore, the kind she referred to as her "do-me" heels, but she
often didn't spend much time walking in them - Chris usually took her
straight to bed after only a few minutes of her walking around him
wearing them.

She looked again into the box and noticed she had missed two items.
Two black leather studded bracelets were in the bottom of the box,
next to the other box that Chris's letter had told her not to open.
She picked up and examined the two black leather wrist cuffs.  They
were studded with silver squares around the inside, and had soft
fabric on the inside.  They had smaller silver studs similar to the
ones on the halter top she was wearing.  More interesting was that the
fastening mechanism seemed rather intricate, and it took a bit of work
with both hands to get each one open.  She fastened one on each wrist.

She stood up from the bed and over to the full length mirrors on the
closet doors.  "Motorcycle slut from LA" she thought to herself as she
took in her appearance.  The high heels on the boots lifted her butt
slightly into the air, tightening her buttocks and leg muscles.  They
were high, but she had worn this size before and could move reasonably
well in them.  "We better not be going out dancing though!" she
thought.  The halter clung tightly to her breasts, revealing and
hiding her curves at the same time.  The halter fit snugly underneath
her breasts, and revealed her taut stomach and belly button, before
the black miniskirt began.  The skirt barely covered her tush, and as
she turned and lifted the back of the skirt, she noted that the panty
was more of a G-string in the back, tapering quickly away from a few
inches at the small of her back to almost a string between her ass
cheeks.

It needs something, however, she thought, and stepped over to her
dresser.  She fumbled through her jewelry box for a minute and found
the thick gold hoop earrings.  She fastened these into each ear,  and
then added a longer, dangly-type golden earring to the second hole in
her right ear.  A further search of her jewelry revealed the long
golden chain she sometimes wore at the beach, and she fastened it
around her waist.  It gleamed in the light and hung loose on her hips,
just above the top of the mini-skirt. 

Lastly, she picked out a 16" gold chain and fastened it about her
neck.  The bottom of the chain settled nicely into her cleavage.  A
final check in the mirror and she decided she had the outfit just
about right.  She picked up a black hair scrungee from the dresser top
and pulled her hair into a soft ponytail behind her.  It wasn't  in
Chris's instructions but it seemed to fit the image.  "All I need is a
black leather biker jacket and I could jump on the back of a hog"  she
thought to herself.  "Screw that - I could drive my own hog, and get
Chris to ride on the back" she thought to herself and laughed.

She applied a bit of blush, some mascara, and then found her reddest
lipstick.  It was a vivid, bright red, and she applied it carefully to
her lips.  Picking up a tissue, she blotted her lips and dropped the
tissue into the wastebasket.  She smiled and blew a kiss to the
tempting seductress that looked back at her from the mirror.  She had
just applied red nail polish the previous day, and it seemed to fit in
well with the image.

"Now for the next part of this fantasy," she thought. 

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Chapter 2:  Georgetta:  A Glass of Wine and Thou

She walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.  Her breasts
swayed as she walked, and moved slightly inside the halter, and she
could feel the tight panty brushing up against her.  She liked the
feel of the cool leather on her skin, pressing snug against her
breasts. "Now I know what the attraction to leather is!" she thought
to herself.   Opening the refrigerator, she found the bottle of wine
she and Chris had bought the previous weekend and placed it on  the
counter.  She opened the silverware drawer and pulled out the wine
opener.  The bottle opened with a satisfying "pop".  She got a glass
down from the cabinet and began pouring the wine when she saw Chris's
handwriting on the bottle.

"Drink me to here" it said, and it indicated almost half of the
bottle. 

"Getting me drunk to take advantage of me, he is!" she said out loud.
"He better be very good to me tonight" she thought, and continued
pouring. 

Measuring the bottle against the glass she had poured, she realized it
was about two good sized glasses, more than she usually had, and
certainly enough to loosen a few inhibitions.

Georgetta returned the wine bottle to the refrigerator and then picked
up the wine glass and walked back into the bedroom.  She picked up the
novel Chris had sent and walked back out into the living room to her
favorite chair.  She carefully arranged herself onto the sofa cushion
and took her first drink of wine.  Setting the glass down on the end
table, and noting the red lipstick she had left on the glass, she
opened the book to the bookmark Chris had left, and began to read.

It was one of her favorite romance writers.  This author wrote
wonderfully romantic happy stories, but sprinkled liberal amounts of
sexual activities and adventures throughout.  The usual "man-
meets-girl-and-falls-in-love, man and girl both meet others and fool
around, and then man and girl manage to save their love" type story.
This section Chris had her start at quickly got into the
"fooling-around" scenes, and she read attentively as one bedroom
encounter led to another and yet another, as the hero and heroine made
one romantic adventure after another.  After several very good
chapters, she realized that she had finished  the first glass of wine.
She set the book aside and stood up from the chair.

She walked carefully into the kitchen and retrieved the bottle from
the refrigerator.  She felt incredibly sexy dressed in this motorcycle
slut outfit, and let her hands wander momentarily over her breasts and
down her body before returning to her breasts.   A brief caress or two
and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath the leather halter,
and she let out a small gasp as the sensations swept through her.

"I may need to convince Chris to let me keep this outfit after
tonight!" she thought to herself.  "Shouldn't be too hard to do that",
the thought continued, and she smiled.

She poured the wine into her glass, noticing that she had almost
passed the marking on the bottle that she was supposed to drink.  The
glass was full as she returned the bottle to the refrigerator and then
walked back into the living room and the novel. As she sat into the
chair, the skirt rode well up her thighs, showing much of the skin
above the tops of the stockings.   She could feel the leather panty
snuggle up against her clitoris, and knew that at least part of
Chris's plans were beginning to work.  She was just a little buzzed,
definitely feeling the effects of the glasses of wine she was
consuming.  She was also getting a little aroused.

She picked up the novel and was quickly caught up in the lovemaking
described in the book.  The chapter he had marked began:

Donna walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door in disgust.  She
had just caught her lover, Vernon, in bed with her best friend and
almost maid-of-honor, of all people.   True, it had been her
maid-of-honor in her almost marriage to David, and that was last year
before the wedding had been called off and then she had started seeing
Vernon, but still the irony of it all astounded her.

She walked down the hallway of the hotel, her heels loudly clicking
against the polished wooden floors of the hotel.  This was her
favorite Philadelphia hotel, the Ritz Carlton, and she loved the
incredible luxury and opulence of the hotel.  Usually, she loved it,
she thought.  Now her blood was racing and her thoughts raced through
her head.

She punched the button to the elevator and stood there, staring back
up the corridor at the hotel room where Vernon and Kendra were,
probably picking out the ice cubes from the bed sheets.  Donna giggled
as she remembered their reactions.  She had walked into the room,
having learned from Vernon's secretary that he had made plans to spend
the night at the hotel.  She had bribed the turn-down maid to let her
into his room, and had snuck through the living room of his suite,
intending to surprise him in the bedroom. 

However, when she opened the door to the room, she had found them
there, Vernon's head and shoulders buried between the legs of Kendra.
Kendra had just let out a long moan when she opened her eyes to see
Donna staring there.  Furious, Donna strode to the dresser and grabbed
the ice bucket sitting there.  She turned and flung the contents on
the entwined couple, soaking the two of them and the bed with the ice
water and cubes.  The bottle hit Vernon in the ass.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" she had screamed at Vernon. "And you, you
back-stabbing little slut!" she had screamed at Kendra.  "You two
deserve each other", she had screamed at them, as they shrieked back
at her from the cold ice water.  She had then turned and stormed out
of the room.

The elevator doors opened and she got in.  She saw the door to the
hotel suite open and Vernon come stumbling out as the doors to the
elevator shut.  She pushed the button for the Parking Garage Level 3
and leaned back in against the walls of the car.  Although she was
trying to fight it, she felt the first tears come as the car made its
way from the top floor of the hotel down to the lower level parking
garage.

The doors opened and she ran out from the car.  She was openly crying
now and certainly didn't want to be seen in this condition.  As she
rounded the corner of the garage to where she had parked her Beamer,
she fumbled in her purse, pulling out the keys and finding the key
fob.  She peered at the remote opener through her watery eyes and
pushed the "Unlock" button.  Her Beamer beeped once and flashed its
lights, opening the doors for her.

As she approached the car she heard the steps behind her.  A large
body came up from behind, grabbing her around the waist and clamping a
hand over her mouth.  She was lifted off her feet and moved to the
back of her car.  The hand on her waist moved and grabbed her wrist,
finding the remote opener and pushed a button, popping the trunk open.
She tried to scream and twist against her assailant, but was shoved
brutally into the trunk and closed in when the unknown attacker
slammed it shut on her.

She heard the front door open, and then moments later the engine
roared to life.  She was flung about in the trunk as the Beamer was
backed out of the parking spot and pulled away up the parking garage
ramps.  She hit her head on something and blacked out.

* * * * *

Georgetta paused in her reading to take another sip of wine.  She
loved trashy novels, and the kidnapping theme was a common one.  "Is
Chris going to abduct me tonight" she wondered to herself.  "He better
not try to shove me in a trunk!" she thought with a smile.

Georgetta set the wine glass down, readjusted her skirt, which kept
insisting on riding up, and resumed reading.

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Chapter 3:  Georgetta:  Scenes from a Trashy Romance Novel

Donna opened her eyes and stared into darkness.  She blinked several
times, but still could not see anything.  Then she realized she was
blindfolded.  Worse, they, whoever they were, had gagged her as well.
Her mouth tasted funny.  She tried to spit it out but found she
couldn't.  It took her a few minutes to regain her thoughts and assess
what was going on.   She felt like she was laying on her back, that
much she could figure out.  Something soft, most likely a bed. 

She tried to move her arms but realized that they were fastened above
her head.  Same with her legs.  She could feel they were tied to
something else as well.  She was basically tied spread-eagled on a
bed, blindfolded and gagged.   She also felt a little cold, but could
still feel her bra straps across her chest and the waistband of her
panties.  So she wasn't naked, but certainly not fully clothed either.
"This is not good," she thought to herself, not for the first time. 

She tugged with each arm, and then tried to move her legs, but to no
avail.  She was tied tight and not going anywhere until someone
decided to let her go.

She heard the door open and footsteps approach the bed.  She turned
her head towards the sound, but still could not see anything - the
blindfold cut off all of her sight.  Then she felt fingers on the side
of her face.  She turned away, and then realized that they were
caressing her face, and not hurting her.  She felt the hand work
slowly and softly down her cheek and ear, to her neck, caressing and
touching the sides of her neck and under her chin.  The one hand was
joined by a second, alternating between her earlobes, her neck, and
her chin.  Despite herself, Donna thought it felt quite nice.

The hands stopped and she heard footsteps move away from the bed.
Then she heard the music begin.  It was a jazz song.  For some reason
it made her think of her ex-fiancé - he had always loved listening to
jazz and they had frequently made love to the sounds of jazz on the
stereo.  Then she heard the steps approaching her again, and then the
wait and feeling of someone sitting on the bed next to her.  The hands
returned, stroking and caressing her face and neck, occasionally
moving to her upper chest.  Then she felt his hands on her gag,
loosening it.  He pulled it from her mouth.  Donna worked her tongue,
lips, and jaw, trying to moisten her dry mouth.  Then a few splashes
of a liquid were dropped into her mouth.  She tasted it and realized
it was water.  A hand reached behind her neck and lifted her head
upwards, and a glass was placed against her lips, allowing her to
drink.  She took several swallows before the glass was lifted away.

"Please let me g-" she started to say when her lips were covered by
his.  In shock, she turned away from the kiss, but he placed his hands
on either side of her face and turned her to him.  He kissed her
again, although she didn't return the favor.  But there was something
strangely familiar about his kiss...

Then his lips were on her neck, and nibbling softly on the sides of
her neck, up and down, and to that little spot on the right side of
her neck that was just so sensitive, and then back to her lips.  This
time, she kissed back, surprising herself.  His lips left hers, and
returned to that sensitive spot on her neck.  They worked downwards,
down her upper chest and to the top of her straining breasts, kissing
and nuzzling between them.  She felt his hands reach behind her for
the clasp of her brasserie, and lifted her back up slightly to help.

"There are only two men in this world that know how sensitive that
spot on my neck is," she thought to herself as the mysterious stranger
finished removing her bra and started kissing her breasts.  "One was
her now ex-lover Vernon, who she had left in the hotel room with that
slut Kendra, the other her   ex-fiancé, David.  But which one of the
two of them was doing this.  It can't be Vernon - he could never have
gotten down to the hotel parking garage in time to catch her from
behind.  That meant it had to be..."  Then she felt that distinctive
nibbling sensation on her left breast and knew it to be -

"David! -  David let me go you son-of-a-bitch!  How dare you do this
to me!"  she yelled at him.  A chuckling sound let her now she had
guessed correctly.  "Let me out of these ropes you bastard!" she
screamed at him, trying to twist her body and breasts away from his
kisses.

"Quiet, m'love" or I'll need to put the gag back in" he said to her.
"You just lay there and enjoy this evening's attention"  He moved his
lips down from her breasts, softly nibbling down her stomach and
caressing the space of skin just above her womanhood.  She felt him
grasp the fabric of her panty with both hands and then heard a ripping
noise as he ripped one side of the fabric.  She felt him slide the
remainder of the garment down her left leg, and then gasped as he
pressed his lips and tongue against her most sensitive spot.

Despite her cries to stop, that they had broken up, that she didn't
want him to do this, that he was a bastard and had left her for
another woman, David continued his affections to her womanhood, and
she could feel her excitement rising inside her.  Her protestations
died away as she was swept away in the exotic feelings he produced
within her.  She struggled weakly against the bonds holding her hands,
and then gave up, allowing him to take her.  As the moment came, she
shook with ecstacy, and lay there, allowing the emotions and feelings
to sweep through her.

Then he was inside her.  She felt his manhood penetrate deep into her,
and she found herself raising her hips to take him, to feel him.  They
moved together, she moving upwards, he driving into her.  She heard
his cries as he achieved his release and shook within her before
collapsing on  top of her.

After several minutes, he reached up and removed her blindfold.  She
squinted in the light, realizing that it was only from a few candles
he had placed around the bed.  She looked around and recognized the
decor and furnishings of the Ritz Carlton!  She had never even left
the hotel!

As she started to ask him to explain, he again dropped his lips to her
womanhood and began again, this time slower and more languorously than
the first time.  Hours and hours passed, it seemed to her, as she lay
there upon the bed.  She could feel the sheets grow wet beneath her,
as David brought her to a second and then third release.  His hands
roamed her body, caressing her breasts, moving up and down her legs.
After the third release he slowly stopped and lifted his body from
hers.

She felt his hands on her legs, releasing the ties from each foot.  As
she stretch and flexed each leg he moved to her arms and release each
one.  He laid down beside her and she rolled towards him, enveloping
his face with kisses.  She moved herself on top of him, and found him
ready for her again.  This time she moved slowly atop him, feeling his
hardness within herself.  She watched his face and eyes, trying to
gauge his level of excitement, slowing as she thought he neared
release.  Finally, as her thighs began to burn, she quickened the pace
of their lovemaking, and felt him achieve his release.  She collapsed
on top of him, holding him in place inside her.

"You have a lot of explaining to do," she said to him.

Georgetta turned the page in the novel and found a post-it note from
Chris.  It said:

That's all for your reading enjoyment this evening.  You can finish
the book another time.  Now it's time to proceed to the next activity
in this night's entertainment plans.  If you are still willing to
participate, open the envelope at the back of this book.

            Chris

Georgetta thought for a few moments.  She really wanted to see what
happened next in the story, find out whether Donna took David back or
got back together with Vernon.  She was also feeling very aroused.
That last scene had really turned her on, and she was more than a bit
curious as to what else Chris had planned for her.

She found the envelope stapled into the back of the book.  Ripping it
from the book cover, she opened it to find a second envelope and a
sheet of paper with further instructions.  The sheet read:

 

Georgetta,

I hope you have enjoyed your evening so far.  I have put a
considerable amount of work into this fantasy, and hope to allow you
to experienced one of the most incredible nights of your life.  You
now need to decide if you want to follow through where I am about to
take you.  You may have a slight idea based on your attire and the
last scene in the novel.  I assure you that you will not be hurt, and
that we will have a most incredible night of lovemaking and pleasure.

If you agree, then you are first to clean-up the wine glass and leave
the novel on the counter in the kitchen.  Then take the remaining
envelope into the bedroom and get the second box from inside the first
carton I left for you.  I will soon be there, my darling, and promise
to make incredible love to you regardless of your decision as to where
this night goes.  I can only imagine how incredibly sexy and desirable
you look right now, dressed in the boots and leather I have provided
for you.

Finally, if at any time this night is not going as you would desire
and want to stop the fantasy, you are to say "Thunderbird".  That will
be our code word to let me know that you want to stop and talk.
Otherwise, I will continue with my plans for the evening and assume
that I have your agreement.

For now, my love,

Chris

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Chapter 4:  Fit to be Tied

She had already decided that she would follow through with Chris on
this fantasy.  He had obviously worked hard to make it happen, and she
was enjoying herself immensely so far.  She found it funny that he had
chosen "Thunderbird" as her escape word, but was pleased that he had
planned for any eventuality.  The car that she had been driving when
she and Chris had first started dating was a dark blue Thunderbird,
and she had loved it very much.  She had many great memories of her
times with Chris in that car.  She felt more comfortable now following
his directions knowing that she could stop him at any point.

She picked up the envelope, book, and wine glass and walked (swayed,
actually) into the kitchen.  She quickly rinsed the glass, scrubbing
away the lipstick, and left the book on the kitchen counter as
instructed.  Then she walked with the other envelope into the bedroom
and picked up the letter opener to open the third envelope and the
box.  Chris's writing on the outside of the envelope instructed her to
open the carton first before following the instructions on contained
in the envelope.

She attacked the box with the letter opener and quickly had slit the
tape sealing it shut.  She was somewhat surprised at the contents,
although she had suspected something based on his instructions in the
letter and that last chapter of the romance novel.  The box contained
two short lengths of chain, one about six inches long and the other
about three and a half feet.  Both had hooks on the end that would
lock once they were closed.  The box also contained a Sony Discman and
headphones, a set of keys, a small silver vibrator, and what looked to
be a wide black leather headband.  She was pretty sure what Chris had
in mind now, and again made up her mind to continue.  She know Chris
really cared for her and would not do anything that might hurt her,
and besides, the story in the novel had made it all seem incredibly
exciting.

The vibrator surprised her.  She knew what it was, of course, but had
never used one.  She picked it up and examined it.  Chris had attached
a post-it note to the toy that instructed her to turn the base of the
vibrator until she had heard two clicks.  She tried it and almost
dropped it as it began humming in her hand.  She felt it between her
palms for a few minutes, feeling the vibrations and listening to the
humming noise it made.  She turned it off and then set it back on the
comforter on the bed.

She opened up the letter and read the instructions inside.  She was
again surprised by the level of effort Chris had gone through to
prepare for this night.

The first few steps in the letter were pretty simple.  She was told to
first bring the chair from the corner of the bedroom into the middle
of the floor directly beneath the oak beam that ran across the middle
of the ceiling.  She was to feed the longer chain through the hoop
Chris had installed in the beam, leaving an equal amount hanging to
either side of the chain.  She was then to return the chair to the
corner of the room.  She did this, struggling to move the chair in her
heels and with the tight miniskirt constricting her steps. 

"When did he do all of this, and how come I never noticed this
before?" she thought to herself.  The beam was just across the room
from her bed, and she practically looked right at it when she was
laying in bed.  She certainly would have noticed it before, she
thought.  She stepped up carefully onto the chair, and looked at the
metal loop.  It had been screwed into the beam, and she fed one length
of the longer chain through the loop.  She measured the sides to get
equal amounts of chain hanging on either side.  She stepped off the
chair and dragged it back to the corner of the room.  She picked up
the letter and continued reading.

The keys were to be hung on the necklace she was now wearing.  Chris's
letter explained that the keys would open the locks on the two chains,
once the night was well underway.  She unfastened the necklace from
behind her neck and slipped the two silver keys over the chain.  She
refastened the catch and returned to the letter.

The next activity was to place the Discman onto a loop on the back of
her miniskirt, and then to place the headphones in her ears.  A CD
from Mozart was already in the Discman, and she was instructed to turn
it on and set the volume to 5.  She turned the Discman on, and
fastened it to the belt loop on the side of the miniskirt.  She set
the headphones in her ears.  She found the music to be somewhat loud
but not painfully so.  The sounds of a Mozart sonata were soon playing
in her ears.

The vibrator was next.  She was told to turn it on by turning the
bottom to the second click, and then to insert it inside of her.  She
knew where it went and what she was supposed to do with it, but it
still took several seconds to convince herself to do this.  She lifted
up her skirt and pulled the panty down.  She was already quite wet
from the first part of the evening, and as she pressed it between her
thighs and held it, pressing against her for several seconds.  It was
buzzing quite happily.  She slowly turned it, rubbing it up and down,
and then pressed the tip of the toy inside her.  She pressed a little
harder, letting out a gasp as she felt the buzzing inside.  Slowly,
she worked it in and out until only the end was peaking out from
inside of her.  She pulled her panty back up over it (which
immediately pushed the vibrator a little farther in and momentarily
staggered her).   The buzzing and vibrating motion of the sex toy
immediately got her keyed up, and made her even wetter, if possible.
She adjusted her skirt back down, moving it slightly to position the
zipper and accompanying slit over her right thigh. 

She was then instructed to pull the black headband over her head and
down around her neck.  She was then to put down the letter, pick up
the remaining length of chain, and step into the middle of the bedroom
beneath the oak beam and the hanging chain.  She pulled the headband
over her head, freed her hair from behind her back, and then picked up
the small length of chain.  She walked carefully to the center of the
room, feeling the sensation of the vibrator within her as the tight
panty moved it slightly with each step.

The letter had instructed her to use the short length of chain to lock
her two boots together.  She bent over slowly, shaking slightly as the
vibrator continued its happy thrumming, and found that the two clasps
on either end of the short chain would connect into small loops on the
inside of each boot.  One clasp on either end of the chain locked onto
each boot.  This effectively prevented her from moving more than six
inches at a time - the length of the chain holding her in place.  As
she did this and then stood back up from leaning over she felt the
vibrator shift a little more inside her.  It was a small unit, no more
than four or five inches, but more than enough to drive her a little
crazy with its incessant motion.  She could already feel an orgasm
building inside, and hoped that Chris would be there soon to replace
the vibrator with his own sex tool, something that she knew would fill
her more completely than the small silver toy did.

The last two steps were reasonably clear, but required the final
surrender.  She could still stop now, retrieve the keys from around
her neck, and then just jump on Chris as soon as he walked in the
door.  As horny as she was getting, this was a very attractive option,
but she decided to go ahead and follow the last two steps.  She
reached up with her hands and fastened the lock on one end of the
chain to the ring on the left wrist cuff.  She was still surprised
that she had missed the rings on her wristbands earlier in the night.
Now she didn't care.

Carefully moving her right hand down, she pulled the black headband up
over her chin and settled it into place over her eyes.  She was now in
darkness, and with the Mozart playing in her ears, effectively  placed
into a sensory deprivation mode.  She reached up with her right hand,
stood on her tiptoes, or at least as high as her heels and the chain
on her ankles would allow, and found the other end of the length of
chain hanging from the beam.  Taking a deep breath, she locked the
clasp into place on her right wrist.

That was it.  Her legs were bound together with the short chain.  Her
hands were fastened via the wrist cuffs to a length of chain and
suspended over her head.  The sonata in her ears and the black
blindfold cut off both her hearing and sight.  She was essentially
helpless.  She figured if she tried hard enough and long enough she
could unbuckle the wrist cuffs, but they were pretty snug, there
wasn't much leverage in the length of chain hanging from the ceiling,
and her long fingernails certainly wouldn't help matters.

Chris had carefully taken into account her height, the length of her
arms, the heels, and the length of the chain holding her hands.  She
had some slight freedom, but not enough to lower her arms, or, as she
tried to ascertain, to really get to the fastenings of the wrist
cuffs.  "This is it," she thought.  I'm locked in place here, waiting
for my man to come and ravish me.

She stood there in place, listening to the music, and becoming more
and more aware of the buzzing between her legs.  She could feel the
pressure build inside her as the vibrator continued to merrily hum
away, sending waves throughout her.  She rocked slightly in her heels,
pulling against the cuffs and the chain holding her in place.  Without
sight or sound, it was easy to imagine that it was really Chris that
was inside of her.  She could almost feel his hands on his breasts,
the thrust of him deep inside her.  She closed her eyes, letting out a
soft moan as the pressure continued to build.  She tried to shake her
hips a little to move the vibrator inside of her pussy, but wound up
shaking a bit without really moving it.  If I can just move it a
little bit further, things will really happen.  She squirmed a little
more, feeling her breasts jiggle softly under the leather.

"Hmmmm," she thought.  "That feels kind of nice."  Her nipples had
grown ever harder and more erect as her orgasm had begun to build, and
were now rubbing against the leather halter top.  She Leaned up
slightly onto her tiptoes and then back.  The combination of the
spiked heels and chain holding her hands though restricted most of her
motion, but she got a bit of a jiggle, she thought.  "Aaron Spelling
would never put this jiggle onto a show, though!" she thought.

She swayed a few more times, and then let out another moan as she felt
the orgasm began to crest.  She tensed, feeling the wave, when...

With a slight click the vibrator shut off. 

She waited, tensed and poised, on the brink of an explosion, thinking
she was mistaken, but realizing that no, the damned thing had shut
off.  "Goddamn him!  He didn't change the batteries!!  I don't fucking
believe this!"  She tried to swing her hips or move to make the
vibrator continue to nudge her most sensitive spot, but between her
heels, the boot chain, and her hands locked above her head found she
could only squirm in frustration as the wave of her orgasm slowly
faded away.

"I really don't believe he did this.  Let me out of this thing" she
cried, and tried to reach the cuff fastenings.  She struggled for
several minutes before giving up, and slumped into the chains, letting
the chain and her arms take her weight.  She was extremely sensitive
to everything right now.  She could feel the vibrator inside her, just
sitting there taking up space but not doing anything to help her.
Her nipples pressed against the halter, demanding attention.  She knew
it was because of her aroused state, but that certainly didn't help
matters much.  The damned music was continuing to play away in her
ears, and she couldn't see a goddamn thing!   Her level of frustration
mounted and she started swearing at Chris, calling him every name in
the book and promising what she was going to do to him when she got
out of this setup, and then...

The vibrator clicked back on.  She stopped in mid-sentence (and
mid-swearing, questioning the legitimacy of Chris's birth) when she
felt it begin buzzing again.  She leaned her head back and moaned as
she felt it within her again, and suddenly took back all the bad
things she had said about Chris.  She was moaning and writhing quite
happily then again, doing her slight jiggle, when after two minutes it
clicked off again.

"I think I've been royally set-up this time" she thought to herself.
Despite the urging and roaring between her thighs, Georgetta stood
quietly, counting to herself.  Her body was pleading with her for a
release, but she ignored it as best she could and tried to count.  The
lack of sight and the sonata playing in the her ears made it
difficult, but she thought she was close to 180 seconds when the
vibrator kicked back on.  "The damn thing turns itself on and off!"
she thought - "I'm going to kill him!"  That thought drifted away as
her orgasm began building again, responding to her bodies' desires and
the incessant buzzing between her legs.  She thought maybe she could
make herself come before her time expired.  She struggled in earnest,
shaking the chains and wriggling, trying to push the vibrator directly
where she really, really, really REALLY-fucking needed it, desperately
trying to attain that elusive orgasm when - "click" - it shut off
again.  She slumped against the chains and hung there, cursing the SOB
who had invented the thing. 

 

Chapter 5:  The hero returns

Chris sat on the bed, watching Georgetta squirm in her chains.  He had
emerged from the closet moments after she had locked her wrists into
the chains and completed the self-bondage.  He had to continually
control himself from going to her immediately, releasing her from the
captivity and taking her to bed immediately.  She was just so
incredibly gorgeous, sexy, and desirable in the black outfit - not to
mention the completely helpless state she was in - and all at his
request!
He had walked quietly around her after emerging from the closet,
taking in the incredible appearance of his girlfriend.  Her breasts
were barely contained in the leather halter top, and he knew that her
nipples inside would be hard and aroused, just begging for him to lick
and kiss each one.  He knew that they were very sensitive, and he knew
that it might only take a little attention to them to trigger the
orgasm she was so desperately trying to achieve.  Her legs and ass
looked incredible.  The miniskirt and boots just did amazing things to
her posterior curves.  He loved to look at her legs, and watch her
walk, and wished that he could watch her walk ahead of him in this
outfit.  "A little later on this night," he thought.

The instructions manual for the vibrator indicated it would stay "on"
for five minutes when initially turned on prior to moving to the
on-off cycle, so he left her there in the bedroom and walked out to
the kitchen.  He retrieved her wine glass from the kitchen sink, got
the bottle of wine from the refrigerator and poured himself a glass.
He got a water glass down from the cupboard and filled it, knowing
that Georgetta would be thirsty after the next hour's activities.

Returning to the bedroom, he settled onto the bed and watched as
Georgetta continued writhing in the chains.  A sheen of perspiration
covered her face, neck, and chest, and from the way she was rubbing
her legs together he knew she was getting close.  He hoped he had
timed it just right.  When she started the slight jiggle, he sat up in
amazement.  "Maybe I should have allowed a little more slack in that
chain," he thought to himself.  She was bouncing slightly, raising up
onto her tip-toes and then dropping back down.  He stood up from the
bed and stepped to her side to watch.  She was only lifting her heels
maybe a half-inch off the floor, but the resulting bounce set certain
parts of her anatomy bouncing happily.  Her breasts swayed slightly
within the halter, and he thought he could almost make out the shape
of her nipple through the leather.  Her dark brown hair jostled softly
around her face, and bounced in back in the ponytail, and the skirt
bounced a bit around her ass and legs.  "All in all a most amazing
sight," he thought to himself.

He heard the slight click when the vibrator shut off and watched her
face change from a look of ecstasy to amazement.  He winced as she
began swearing at him and calling him every name in the book.  He was
surprised at the extent of her vocabulary, wondering where she had
picked up a few of those terms.  He appreciated her motions as she
tried to finish the orgasm she had almost had, and had to restrain
himself from releasing her and finishing the task. 

Two minutes after the vibrator had shut off it turned on again.   He
reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, removing the
remote control for the vibrator.  Checking his watch, he watched as
Georgetta again began to shake with the upcoming orgasm.  The vibrator
was on a fixed three-minute-on-two-minute-off sequence, but he could
override it with the remote control.  He hadn't been sure she had
followed his directions to turn it to the second setting - if she had
only turned it to the first setting it would have stayed on and she
would have been well onto her second orgasm by now.

He checked the clock and decided to let a few more minutes pass before
he interrupted things.  As he settled back onto the bed, he softly
rubbed his raging hard-on in his jeans.  There was no way that any
mortal man could watch someone as beautiful and sexy as Georgetta, in
the attire she was wearing, and the obvious state of sexual heat she
was, and not get incredibly excited. 

He watched as she went through an additional four cycles of on-and-off
activity.  When the vibrator was on, she would moan and squirm in
place, start the jiggling motion, all in trying to get to that elusive
orgasm.  When it was off, she slumped in the chains, and hung in
place, waiting for the next on cycle.  She was getting tired, he knew,
and wouldn't last much longer.  He intended to tease and torment her
slightly, but certainly not to annoy or get her really mad at him.

As the vibrator click on for the fifth time in the cycle, he triggered
the remote control to "on" and set the vibrator to high.  He watched
as her head lifted, and she tried to peer around the room.  He knew
she couldn't hear anything, but if she had left some space around the
blindfold she might be able to see him and realize he was here. 

* * * * *

She felt the vibrator kick back in, but at a higher rate this time.
The vibrations were more intense, more throbbing, and she hoped beyond
all hope that this time she would finally come!!  She really needed
the release of an orgasm, and she was getting almost too horny.  But
why was it running at a higher speed?"

Did Chris do that?  Is he here with me now, in this room, watching me
as I stand here trying to come?  Is he somehow controlling the
vibrator, enjoying his little game?" she thought through the waves.
Her legs were getting sore, her breasts were aching for attention, and
her pussy, no her whole body was screaming at her for release

"Chris - was that you? " she asked, barely managing to form the words
as her body continued to shake.  She forget that she would not be able
to hear a reply.  "Damnit Chris if you're here I'm going to kill you -
let me out of this thing.  Let me out of this and FUCK ME NOW!" she
said, and then was surprised at herself for saying it.  She hadn't
meant to say it, but she realized that was what she really wanted -
his hard dick planted deep inside her and the feel of his lips on hers
and his hands on her breasts and the deep thrusts
and...and...and..."uhhhhhhhh-ohhhh-oohhhhhh-mmmmyyyyyy-ggggooodddddddddddd!!!!

She came.  From somewhere down deep in her toes this roaring sensation
swept through her, and she shook with incredible pleasure as the wave
washed through her.  For several long minutes she shook with the
effects, feeling a happy warm feeling overcome her.  She slumped in
the chains, drained with the intensity of the orgasm.  "Wow" she
thought to herself - that was some orgasm.

As she slowly regained control of her senses, she realized that the
vibrator was still humming, demanding that she pay attention to the
silver intruder still inside her.  "Oh no!" she thought to herself as
the pressures began to build again.  She shook the chains and yelled
"Chris - enough!  Let me out from this!  I need you - not some damned
toy!"  She thought about using the escape word, but she wasn't sure
that Chris was really here, that he would even release her.  Then she
realized that she wasn't yet sure she really wanted to escape...

* * * * *

It took all the control Chris could muster not to go to her shout.
She looked so incredible, so horny, so desirable, and his hard-on was
beginning to cause him pain, he wanted her so much.  He had watched
her shake with the orgasm, happy for her and desiring her even more as
the first orgasm of many this evening took her.  Steeling himself, he
stood up from the bed and approached her.  It was time to let her know
he was here, and to continue the fun.  She was recovering from the
first orgasm (or had there been multiple in there?), and it was time
for the next activity. 

He picked up the glass of water and moved over to her.  He found the
pause switch on the Discman and pressed it, temporarily stopping the
sounds of the sonata.  He moved his hand to her right ear and lifted
the ear piece from the headset, resting it just to the side of her
ear.  Her head came up immediately and looked towards him.  He raised
the glass to her lips and said "Here m'love, have a drink".  She
opened her lips and he carefully raised the glass and allowed her to
drink several large sips.  When she stopped he took the glass away.

"You can't believe how incredible you look, dear", he said to her.

"Let me free from this and I'll show you how incredible I feel," she
replied, smiling in his direction.

"Oh, but that would be bringing this evening to a finish too soon.  I
have a few more surprises for you" he replied.

"I don't know if I can stand anymore like that last one.  This
vibrator is an evil thing" she said.  They both heard it click back
on, and he watched as she shook briefly with the sensation.

"Bastard," she said.

"Okay, enough talking.  You lost the bet" he reminded her.  "You've
just begun to pay it off," he said, and then pushed the play switch on
the Discman.   He moved the earpiece back into place over her ear and
set the water glass down.

"Uuuuuummmmmmm," she moaned to him.

He stepped behind her and moved his hands to the fastening on her
halter top.  He unfastened the strap behind her back and allowed it to
hang loose around her breasts.  He fished an ice cube out of the glass
of water and brought it up to her right breast, lifting the leather
halter and applying the ice cube to her nipple.  She shrieked at the
cube touched the hardened nipple.  Chris rubbed it over and around the
nipple, and the cube melted away in his hand, leaving her breast wet.
He fished out another cube and repeated this on the other breast.
Both nipples were standing straight up and out, and he placed both
hands on them and squeezed and caresses them softly.  The intensity of
the moans from Georgetta increased.  He was glad to see she wasn't
swearing at him anymore.

He brought her hands up and stroked the soft skin under her neck and
above her breasts.  He slowly lifted her head up and brought his lips
to hers.  She met him with a passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue to
meet his.  As they kissed he stroked her hair and caressed her ears,
moving slowly up and down the sides of her face and neck.  Chris slid
his finger up inside the blindfold and lifted it up above her
forehead, looking into her wonderful brown eyes.  She opened them
slowly, blinking in the light.

She looked at him with a combination of both rage and passion.  She
was both crazy with lust for him but also mad at him for locking her
into this position and causing this sexual frustration.

"I'm going to seriously hurt you when you let me out of this" she said
to him when they broke off their kiss.

He kissed her again and replied "maybe I'd best not release you just
yet then.  Can't have you threatening me!" He smiled at her, and then
dropped his hands to her underarms, giving her a slight tickle.  It
worked as she dissolved into a giggle spasm.  This quickly gave way to
another shudder and moan as the vibrator continued to thrum inside
her.

"Can't you do something about this?", she asked, thrusting her hips
towards him.  The invitation on her face was easily readable.
  Chris stepped back and quickly looked her over.  "Let me see, now.
Maybe we should remove this skirt" he said to her.  He stepped forward
and dropped his fingers to the zipper on the miniskirt.  He allowed
his hands ample opportunity to caress her thigh as he worked the
zipper upward and then allowed it to fall away from her hips.  He
caught his breath once again at how incredible she looked.  Stepping
to the side, he appraised his bound girlfriend.  The panty had worked
its way into the cleft in her buttocks, becoming almost a total thong.
The garter belt framed the front of her panty, with the tops of her
stockings ending a few inches from the panty and revealing a stretch
of tanned flesh.  The boots and the heels added the most interesting
curves to her already well defined and toned legs, thighs, and butt.
A slight protrusion from between her legs indicated the end of the
vibrator that was mostly inside of her.  She shook again and closed
her eyes as its vibrations continued inside her.

He stepped back over to the bed and picked up the remote control.  He
aimed it towards her.

* * * * *

"What does that do?" she asked him.  Having been blindfolded before
when he had worked the remote, she didn't know what the device did.
When he pressed a button though, she found out.  The vibrations
suddenly speeded up a bit  "Ohhhhhhhhh,"   she sighed.  "That's -
uummmmmmm - what that does."  She shut her eyes and tried not to think
about what the vibrator was doing inside her.  Then it sped up again
another setting.  She opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her, and
then watched as he set the control down on the bed again.

He dropped to his knees and fished around under the bed, bringing out
a duffel bag from under the bed.  Standing up, he dropped the bag on
the bed and unzipped it, and began fishing around inside it.  He
pulled out a two foot black rod with hooks on each end and approached
her with it.

"What is that for?"  she asked.  "Are you going to - ummmmmmmmpphhh --
beat me now for swearing at you?"  She said this in a joking tone, but
was a bit apprehensive as he crossed the short distance over to her. 

"I would never do that to you my love, not even in a fantasy such as
this", he replied and stepped behind her.  He laid a light smack on
her butt causing her to jump forward slightly.  "A light spanking now
and then perhaps, but nothing serious," he said into her ear.

* * * * *
Chris placed the bar on the floor, and then stood up.  He reached up
underneath her hair and found the clasp for the necklace.  He undid
the hook, and then brought the necklace down.  The keys slid off one
end into his palm.  He then refastened the necklace around her neck.
Bending down, he grabbed one of her booted feet and unlocked one end
of the chain locking them together.  Picking up the end of the bar, he
locked the fastening on the end of the bar to the ring on her boot. 

Switching his stance, he grabbed her right booted foot and pushed it
outwards to his right.  He moved the bar between her legs and fastened
the end of the bar to her right boot.  Standing up, he appraised her
work.  Her legs were now held apart approximately two feet.  Her butt
was tight and slightly tilted back towards him.  He couldn't resist,
and dropped his hands to her, caressing and fondling her cheeks.  She
turned her head towards him, trying to watch what he was doing. 

She was almost perfectly positioned - but just a bit too low for him.
Even with the heels on the boots, Georgetta was still more than a foot
shorted than he was, and that made what he had in mind somewhat
difficult.  He walked over to the closet and removed the two milk
crates he had stashed inside.  He brought the two crates back over to
Georgetta.  Although she was watching him, she was quiet, occasionally
closing her eyes to enjoy the sensations of the vibrator still working
inside her.  He knew that his actions that had spread her legs had
shifted the vibrator inside her to a new position, and that had
resulted in a new round of sensations for her already exceptionally
horny and wet pussy.

He placed one of the crates behind either of her feet, and the stepped
directly behind her.  He placed both hands on her hips and lifted her
easily off the floor.  Using his left foot, he slid the milk crate
behind her left leg underneath her, and then repeated the process with
the right milk crate and foot.  He then set her down slightly on the
two crates.  This had the desired effect of now moving her butt (and
other desirable parts) directly opposite his own sex tool.

However, the extra ten inches of height had given her that much more
chain free for her hands, and she was reaching around with both hands,
trying to grab him.  He dodged the first hand and then caught her
wrist with his own left hand, reaching into the pocket of his jeans
for the carabiner.  He found it and quickly caught it through one of
the links of the chain.  He let go of her hand, reached up, and pulled
down on the chain, jerking her other hand up.  He took the slack out
of the chain, and then locked the carabiner closed, eliminating the
slack in the chain.  He fished the other carabiner out of his pocket,
and then slipped it through the links in the chain close to her
wrists, locking her wrists together.  She was again locked up tight.

* * * * *
"But we could have so much more fun if I could touch you," she said to
him.  She had almost gotten the keys away from him.  Although she was
definitely enjoying herself, she was tired of standing in the heels,
with her hands locked tightly over her head.  She really wanted to be
fucked, to feel him with her hands and press his body up to hers, and
he didn't seem to be moving too quickly towards fulfilling that need.

He looked incredible.  When she had caught a glimpse of him, she
realized he had gone the biker route as well.  His jeans were tight
around his legs and butt, and he had gotten a pair of big, black
motorcycle boots.  He was wearing a sleeveless Harley Davidson
T-shirt, with the big Harley logo with the Eagle and Snakes on the
front.  He had ripped off the sleeves, and his arm muscles flexed as
he moved around the room, and adjusted her bonds.  It was only his
short haircut that didn't fit the image he was trying to project.  He
was still a clean-shaven corporate type, no matter what else he wore.
But he almost pulled it off.

She had tried to kick him when he had unlocked his boot, more to keep
the fantasy going than in any attempt to do him harm.  She didn't want
to hurt him, she just wanted him.  She was so incredibly turned on,
and she could feel the next orgasm building as he adjusted the bar
between her feet.  When he reached around her, he could feel how hard
we was through his jeans as he pressed himself up against her backside
to lift her onto the milk crates.  She imagined she could feel the
shape of his penis through his jeans as he pressed into her butt.  And
then when he had lifted her onto the two crates, the motion had really
set that vibrations inside her going.  The vibrator felt like it was
several inches deep into her, and was just humming up a storm down
there.  She could feel the pressure building again, and it was only
her concentration on what Chris was doing that was holding it off.

When he reached up and tried to adjust the tension in the chain
holding her arms, she tried to jump onto him, trying to feel him.  He
caught her though, and adjusted the tension in the chain to the point
where she was almost suspended in air by the cuffs on her wrists.  She
was still touching the tops of the milk crates, but she couldn't get
any leverage.  Worse - she couldn't seem to get the jiggle motion
going - the tension in the chains and the holes in the tops of the
milk crates completely frustrated her attempts.

He stepped behind her and she felt his hands again on her backside.
He was softly moving his hands over her, caressing and touching her.
She felt his lips on the small of her back, and then his kisses as he
worked down her back and to her butt.  His hands found the inside of
her thighs, followed soon by his lips and tongue.  She felt him attack
the clasp on the panty on her right hip, releasing it, and then
pushing her panty down her other leg.  His hands and fingers moved
inside of her, grasping the vibrator and slowly sliding it out.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she gasped as it slipped free.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she said as he replaced it with his fingers and his
tongue.  She was about to yell at him to put it back in as she was
soooooo close, but then she felt his lips and tongue between her legs,
felt his tongue on her clitoris.  She could feel him still holding the
vibrator up against her, but she could also feel his lips and tongue.
She lost track of time as she lost herself in the incredible feelings
coming from between her legs.

She could feel one hand on her buttock, while the other was holding
the tip of the vibrator up against her clitoris.  He had turned it up
to high and it was buzzing at full speed on her extremely sensitive
nub.  His tongue and lips were at work just below it, thrusting inside
and out, and kissing up and down her pussy.  Every twenty or thirty
seconds or so he would pull away and slide the vibrator inside her,
and then move it around within her, hitting just about every nerve
ending within her, before pulling it out and placing his tongue back
on her.  Her breasts were throbbing, hell her head and every other
part of her was throbbing from all of this attention.  Her first
orgasm was going to pale in comparison to the one she could feel
coming. 

She felt him pull away from her again and was waiting to feel  the
thrust of the vibrator, but then she felt something else instead.  He
was nuzzling her with the head of his cock.  Turning her head, she saw
that he had dropped his jeans and released his cock from his briefs,
and was now slowly moving the head up and down, almost but not quite
pushing into her.  She tried to push back onto him, to get him inside
of her, but couldn't get the leverage to move at all.  "Chris!!!!!!"
she yelled at him, "please now!!!!  Put that big cock in me!!!"  She
was surprised at her own use of such explicit words, but right now
that didn't matter one fucking bit.  She wanted to be fucked and his
cock was soo close to her...

And then he pushed inside of her, and she felt the orgasm take her.
As he filled her up, she felt it break, and she dropped completely,
letting her wrists and the chains take her weight.  She felt his
wrists grab her hips and hold her up, letting her shake and come while
he held her up, supporting her with his hands and his cock wedged deep
inside of her.  As she stopped shaking and the feelings subsided she
felt him start to pull out, and then drive back into her.  He started
slowly and then began to pick up the rhythm, thrusting into her. 

His hands held her hips in place, and he drove in and out of her, for
several minutes and then stopped.  He stayed deep inside, and then
slowly-oh-so-slowly-oh-so-goddamned-slowly-what-a-feeling pulled out.
It seemed to her that he was hardly moving, but then she felt the tip
of his cock slip out of her.  She felt Chris nuzzle her with the head,
rubbing it up and down her.  He then moved just slightly inside of
her, moving just a bit up and down, teasing her.   She tried to push
herself backwards onto him, but again was foiled by the bondage.  She
knew she was moaning but didn't care.

And then he started inward again.  Slowly, again so slowly, he inched
into her.   It seemed to her that he was just going deeper and deeper
into her, in a never-ending thrust.  Chris was fairly well-endowed,
she thought, at least based on her limited experience and what her
friends had shared with her over cocktails and all night girls chat
sessions, but it just seemed to her that he kept inserting more and
more of himself into her.  She was starting to think that she knew
what those stories meant when they said "he pushed so deep that she
could almost taste him". Finally, just as she was about to scream out,
she felt his hips meet her ass.  He held her there, balancing her, and
then began a slight fucking motion.  He would pull out an inch or so
and then back in, repeating this about a dozen times, slowly, in and
out, and began to build his speed.  She could his hear breathing
quicken as he continued fucking her.  His right hand worked its way
around her and found her right breast and nipple, still covered
partially by the leather halter top. 

He thrust inside of her again and then stopped once again.  She felt
his hands leave her hips and slide around the front of her chest,
grabbing her breasts with either hand.  He reached up then, moving his
hands underneath her hair to the back of her neck, and she felt his
fingers on the clasp of the neck band of the halter.  He unfastened it
and tossed it on the floor in front of her.

She stood there (sort-of), suspended on his penis, slightly wobbly on
her boot heels.  She looked down at her breasts and her hard nipples,
and watched as his hands reached down to roughly grasp and twist her
sensitive breasts.  She felt like every nerve in her body was
screaming, and then Chris started moving again behind her. 

Georgetta could not believe how turned on she was.  She could feel
every move and thrust of Chris inside of her.  She could feel his
hands softly caressing her breasts, and then twisting and pinching her
nipples.  She wanted to turn and run her hands over him, but at the
same time she felt just so incredibly sexy and irresponsible - Chris
was doing all the work, taking all of the effort to satisfy her, and
by being in the bonds, she had no guilt at all about letting herself
enjoy the attention.  It was, in a strange way, the ultimate in luxury
- she was being pampered and spoiled.  She'd already had two orgasms
  (or was that three!), and was getting a good hard fucking.  She was
being spoiled - if you sort of ignored the fact she was tied up and
spread-eagled on two milk crates!

She moaned again, louder this time, as Chris continued fondling her
breasts.  "God", she loved to have her breasts played with - they were
just so sensitive.  "ummmmmppppff," she exclaimed,  as he drove into
her.  His hands moved down to her hips and held her steady, and he
began slamming in and out of her.  Deep thrusts inside of her where
she could here the slap of their skin meeting and felt his balls bang
against her thighs followed by a quick pull-out and then another deep
thrust, and another and another --- and then suddenly she felt him
coming inside of her.  He pulled her backwards onto him, rapidly
slamming her up and down as he orgasmed inside of her.  She couldn't
take it and exploded again with a third orgasm herself, shaking and
screaming.

 

Chapter 6:  What would you do with a passed out maiden?

Chris stood there, panting heavily, and felt his pulse slow.
Georgetta was quiet, not making a noise.  She was hanging loosely in
the chain from the ceiling, her weight partially supported by the
cuffs and chains on her wrists and partially on Chris's prick buried
deep inside her.

Slowly, Chris eased out of her.  The head of his rod popped from
inside her pussy with a soft popping sound.

"Wow," he thought to himself.  That was some orgasm that the two of
them had just shared.  He moved around Georgetta and looked at her
face.  Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly. 

"Georgetta?" he asked her.  "Georgetta??" he said again softly.  He
brought his hand up and softly caressed the side of her face.  She
didn't stir.  "She's either faking this or she really did pass out
from that last orgasm," Chris thought to himself.

He stepped back from her and walked to the nightstand.  He pulled
several tissues from the bedside table and wiped his penis clean,
tossing the tissue into the basket beside the dresser.

Looking at the suspended form of his girlfriend, an idea struck him.
He walked to the bed and fished through the duffel bag, and pulled out
the set of nipple clamps.  He had originally thought of including
these in the package he had left on her doorstep, but thought that the
device might be pushing it a bit.  The vibrator had been a major risk
as it was, as he hadn't been sure if she would go through with even
that.  Up until now, there sex life had been pretty straightforward.
Incredibly good, but other than different types of lingerie, pretty
basic.  The vibrator and the leather and the light bondage had really
been a big step over that previous line.

He walked over to Georgetta and admired her breasts.  The nipples were
still erect and upright, resting beautifully atop each of her
wonderful firm breasts.  He thumbed open the clip on one end of the
chain and brought it up to her right nipple.  "If she's faking, this
should bring about a response" he thought.  He closed the clamp around
the base of the nipple, expecting a sudden shout or movement.
Georgetta remained motionless, with just her soft breathing and motion
of her chest continuing.

Chris applied the other clamp to her left nipple and stepped back.
The two clamps were joined by a gleaming golden chain, that matched
the golden chain around her waist and neck and the gold hoops in her
ears.  He hooked the one pound lead fishing weight into one of the
center loops of the chain and set it swinging slightly.  Not much
weight, but she would certainly notice it. 

He found the vibrator on the floor where he had tossed it and turned
the ring on the bottom to its lowest setting, and then walked behind
her.  He kneeled down and pressed the buzzing tip of the toy against
her lips, carefully pressing it against her.  As wet as she was, with
both his last load of cum and her own juices, it slipped right in, and
he had no trouble pushing it fully into her until only the end knob
protruded from within her. 

The leather panty she had been wearing earlier in the evening was
still around one leg, and he slid it carefully up her calf and then
pulled it up into place on her right hip.  He fastened the clasp on
her left hip, and centered the fabric over the vibrator, pushing it
firmly into place.

He stood up and walked back in front of her, appraising his handiwork.
"She should be waking up in a moment or two," he thought.  Perhaps
I'll have a glass of wine while I await her, and walked past her and
into the kitchen, still naked.

* * * * *

A few minutes later, Georgetta opened her eyes and looked around her,
blearily.  It took her a few minutes to recall what was going on, why
her hands were above her head and why her feet were starting to hurt.
It took her another few minutes to recall what that buzzing feeling
was inside her.  But what really was causing her some puzzlement was
why her breasts were tingling so much - that is until she looked down
and saw the chain and the weight and the clips on her breasts and
nipples.

Georgetta's breasts were incredibly sensitive, and the pressure from
the two clips, even as small as they were, was pretty intense.  She
bit her lip as the tightness of the clips combined with the buzzing of
the vibrator started her on yet another orgasmic hill.  She turned her
head from side to side, trying to spot Chris, but saw no sign of him.
His jeans, boots, and black Harley Davidson T-shirt were still
scattered on the floor around her, so she assumed that he was still
around.  Even that little bit of motion set the weight suspended
between her breasts swinging, and she felt her nipples protest at
being tugged and pulled on like this.

She had enjoyed the evening up until now, but this was just about too
much.  Time to get Chris in here and stop this, she thought.  "What
was the word he had written in that letter that would let her stop
this?" she thought to herself, and then remembered.  "Thunderbird!!!",
she cried out.  "Thunderbird, Thunderbird, Thunderbird already.  God
damn fucking Thunderbird right now!!" she yelled over her shoulder in
the direction of the bedroom door.

Chris walked in a few seconds later and came around to stand in front
of her.  "Hi honey," he said.  "Did you say something to me?  He
asked, smiling all the time.  He was naked in front of her, holding
two glasses of wine.  She couldn't help but look down at him to see
that he was semi-aroused already.

As clearly and calmly as she could, Georgetta said to him, "I said
Thunderbird - time to take a break from this."  She was surprised at
herself for saying "break" and not "end".  "Could I really be enjoying
this that much?" she thought to herself.  And then she felt another
twinge from that part of her body that was refusing to listen to her
logical thought and was responding to the feelings the vibrator was
engendering inside her, that was causing little waves of pleasure to
ripple from inside her pussy up through her stomach and to her breasts
and nipples.

Chris lifted one of the glasses upwards, bringing it into contact with
her right nipple.  The coldness of the glass coupled with the physical
bump surprised her, and she jerked away.  Of course, this caused the
weight to sway and tug on her nipples again, sending further tremors
through her breasts.  She felt like her nipples were connected
directly to the nerves inside her pussy, and then both sets were
hooked up to the pleasure center in her brain, and her knees staggered
again.

In the sexiest and most sensual voice she could muster up, she said to
him, "Let me out of this and I'll give you the fucking of your life!"
She realized that she indeed meant it too.  She was incredibly turned
on, and wanted to feel his prick buried deep inside of her again.

Chris bought the wine glass that was near her right breast up to her
mouth and tipped it to her slightly, allowing her to take a few sips.
The wine was cold and refreshing, and she leaned forward to take
another gulp.  He turned away from her then and walked over to set the
glasses down on her dresser.

He stepped back in front of her and dropped to one knee in front of
her.  Standing on the milk crates like she was with her legs still
spread apart by the bar attached to her ankles, she felt completely
exposed to him, even though she knew he had placed the panty back
around her.  She felt his hands reach up and undo the catch on the
side of the panty, and then slide it down her other leg.  He reached
up to grab the vibrator, but it seemed to her that his fingers were
suddenly clumsy, as he twirled and twisted the end several times
inside her before grasping the end with one hand.  She closed her
eyes, moaning loudly and not caring at all.  She felt like her body
was betraying her, refusing to answer to her direction and commands.
All she could think about was how incredible the feelings in her
breasts and pussy felt at that moment.

And then she felt him withdraw the vibrator from inside her.  She
opened her eyes and looked down to see him twist the knob at the
bottom and turn it off, setting it down on the milk crate next to her
boot.  She sighed softly, and he grinned up at her.  He stood up and
brought his hands up behind her neck, and she could feel him fumble
with the clasp on the necklace.  She could feel him pressing against
her slightly, his chest against her breasts and nipples, his penis
rubbing against her.  Her hips moved, involuntarily she thought,
trying to press herself against his rod.  She smiled innocently at
him.

He brought his hands down holding an end of the necklace in either
hand, and took the silver keys from the chain.  He kneeled down
between her legs and unfastened the bar from her left ankle, and then
turned and did the same to her right.  An idea struck her as she was
watching him unlock her legs, and turned her wrists and hands inward,
securely grabbing hold of each end of the chain attached to her
wrists.  After he unlocked her right ankle, freeing her legs and
started to get up, she pulled down on the chain and swing her legs out
around his head, and pulled his face directly into her pussy.  She
locked her legs behind his head and rested her thighs on either
shoulder, positioning his lips and tongue directly in front of her
throbbing and very wet pussy.

Chris brought his hands up and grasped one of her butt cheeks in each
hand.  She felt his tongue between her legs and then pressing between
her lips to lick fiercely at her clitoris.  She rolled her head back
and closed her eyes, and a moan of pure lust escaped from her lips.
"OH my God, Oh-my-God, Ooh-my-god" she screamed out as Chris worked
his tongue up and down over her lips and clitoris, tongue fucking her
and then teasing her.  She felt the rush and brought her legs up and
around his head, locking him between her thighs and letting her weight
rest on his shoulders as the orgasm took her.
"Oh-my-gooooooodddddddd! She screamed, letting the word slowly escape
from her lips as Chris's magical tongue kept up its pressure on her
tender clitoris. 

Slowly, Chris stopped the tonguing action between her legs, and she
felt his hands slowly prying her thighs apart from around his head.
He guided each of her booted feet onto a milk crate and then stood up
in front of her. 

"I know you really enjoyed that, but you were cutting off my oxygen
down there, my love" he said to her.  He brought his hands up to
softly caress her breasts and brought his lips to hers in a kiss.  She
kissed him back, strongly and fiercely, tasting herself on his lips
and tongue.  Their tongues exchanged jabs and thrusts.  Then she felt
his thumbs pass over her nipples and tug slightly on the chain, which
sent waves through her aching nipples, and kissed him harder.

"That wasn't part of my plan!" he said to her, but his smile let her
know that he had enjoyed her bit of rebellion as well.  Another idea
struck her, and she waited for him to finish untying her.  She licked
her lips suggestively, and asked him "Won't you finish untying me,
stud?"  She tried to smile at him with her most winsome,
"gee-aren't-I-so gorgeous-and-wonderful-and
every-man-does-anything-I-ask look.  A flutter or two of her eyelashes
finished setting the hook.

He stepped away and bent over to the floor, picking up the keys where
they had fallen from his hands.  He stepped up and raised the keys to
her wrists, unlocking one end of the chain from the cuff on her right
wrist.  He let that end of the chain go and carefully brought both her
arms down.  The chain still attached to her left wrist slid through
the ring in the beam on the ceiling, and he caught one end of the
chain and then unfastened the clasp from that wrist as well.  She
brought both her arms down around his shoulders and pulled him to her
for another series of passionate kisses.

Suddenly she gave him a hard shove.  Slightly off balance, he fell
backwards onto the bed behind him to look up at her.

"You god-damned-son-of-a-bitch!" she yelled at him.  She stepped down
off of the milk crate and took the two steps to the side of the bed to
stand in front of him.  "You asshole!!!!" she screamed at him
(although it took every ounce of control she had not to immediately
stagger and fall to the floor when the motion from the swinging weight
between her breasts from the simple act of stepping down was pure
torture to her tender breasts).  She tried to ignore it and continued
on.

Chris moved slightly back away from her, moving onto the bed.  His
face showed a look of confusion.  She glanced into the mirror beside
the bed above the table and caught a glimpse of herself.  Her hair was
disheveled and askew.  Her breasts were red and heaving, the nipples
erect, and the chain between her nipples was gleaming in the lights
from beside her bed.  The black stockings were still somehow around
her thighs.  She looked incredibly sexy, and she knew it.

She stepped up carefully onto the bed, balancing carefully on the
heels as the mattress gave slightly beneath each booted foot, again
ignoring the messages her nipples were sending to her brain, and stood
above him, glowering down at him.  He lay on the bed, reclining
backwards, resting his upper body on his elbows as he looked up at
her.  There was uncertainty on his face, not quite sure what she was
saying and meaning.  She knew he was confused.  His cock, however, had
no such confusion - it was standing straight up in the air, pointing
up at her.

She stood with a booted foot on either side of him.  She brought the
toe of her right boot up and nudged his dick with the tip.  "What is
this, you piece of shit?  You expect to fuck me after what you did to
me this evening???"

He looked down at her toe as it pressed against the tip of his dick.
She was enjoying this, watching him afraid of her.  But enough was
enough, she thought to herself.  She moved her foot away from his
dick, and stepped beside his hip, placing her feet squarely on either
side of his hips.  Suddenly, she sat down, carefully grabbing his
penis and impaling herself onto it, jamming it smoothly inside of her
wet pussy. 

The sudden feeling of him penetrating deep into her was incredible.
She leaned her head back and yelled at the ceiling in pleasure.  She
tilted her head back down and looked at him, and then leaned forward
and kissed him hard on the lips.  She dropped her arms to his chest
and pushed upwards, lifting herself off of his penis only to let
herself plunge back down, sinking him even deeper inside of her.  She
started moving on top of him, slowly and deliberately fucking him,
lifting herself up and then back down onto him.  He slowly recovered
from his surprise and begin moving his hips to her rhythm, meeting her
stroke for stroke.  His hands grasped her waist and lifted her
slightly before allowing her to thrust into her depths again.

His hands came up then and grabbed either breast.  She felt his
fingers go to her left breast and grab the nipple clamp.  He thumbed
the release and she gasped as the blood rushed back into her swollen
nipple.  She stopped moving and stayed there, hung on his penis inside
her as the feelings in her pussy rushed through her body and up to her
breast.  She felt like every sexual impulse in her entire body was
linked somehow to the tip of her left nipple, screaming in agony and
release as she felt feeling restored to the breast.  He brought his
head forward and kissed the breast, softly licking and caressing the
nipple and aureole.

He brought his hands over to her other breast, but to her surprise she
reached up and stopped him.  She grabbed his fingers and lifted them
to her lips and kissed the,.  "Leave it," she said to him.  "I'm not
sure I can...Uhhh...stand...it...if...you...Uhhhh ...release...that
...one...Uhhhh...too" she gasped to him, the words coming quickly and
breathlessly from her lips.  The small fishing weight now hung
entirely from her right breast, and each time she raised herself up
off of Chris it pulled down on her nipple.

She dropped her hands to either of his shoulders and pushed up, slowly
lifting herself off him again.  She settled into a rocking motion,
lifting and dropping herself to a sensuous rhythm.  He watched,
amazement on his face as she fucked him back and forth.  Every few
seconds, she would slow down and then contract her vaginal muscles,
giving his cock a friendly squeeze.  She knew he loved this.  She
watched his face and could see that he was getting close.

She stopped her movement and carefully brought first one heel up next
to his hip, and then the other.  She reached up above him and grabbed
hold of the headboard with both hands.  Flexing her thigh muscles and
pulling on the headboard, she lifted off of his prick almost entirely
and then slowly lowered herself back onto him.  He knew what she was
doing and used his hands to support her thighs and butt, and together
they started the motion.  This was their favorite position, as it was
incredibly stimulating, and she knew that neither of them would last
for too long doing this.  Besides, she had forgotten about the nipple
clip and its associated weight, and she almost screamed as it flopped
back and forth as she lifted and lowered herself onto him.

She locked eyes with him and then looked down to watch his penis
disappear inside of her, and increased the up-and-down motion, This
was too much for him, and after several up-and-down thrusts she heard
him cry out as he exploded inside her.  She could feel the liquid
gushing inside as she rocked back and forth on his hard shaft.  She
lifted up off him one last time and then dropped quickly onto him,
driving him deep inside, and she came as well.  The strength in her
legs gave out, and she felt him lifting her slightly up and down,
continuing the thrusting sensations.  Finally, he stopped lifting her
and she collapsed forward on top of him, her hair covering his face
and neck.

He looked up at her and said to her "Thunderbird".  She collapsed in
giggles on his chest.  She could feel the small tears in her eyes as
she looked up at him and smiled.  "Payback is a bitch, you realize..."

Chris looked up at her and smiled, and kissed her.

Binding Agreement

                

  

Janine was excited.  Tom will be so happy, she thought.  He was
always complaining about the amount she spent on clothing, even
though she was unemployed.  Well, it wasn't her fault that large
sizes were in fashion, so all the size 6's were grabbing all the
size 14's and 16's. But Tom found this clinic.  She gets a 2
month vacation, and will take off 50 pounds!  She'll be back to a
size 10 again, and can buy all her clothes on sale instead of
having to pay full price!  And Tom didn't even argue about the
price with her (not that she knew what the price was; she never
worried about such things...).

So there she was, in the waiting room.  In walked a nurse, who
escorted her to the doctor.

"Are you familiar with our procedures?" asked the doctor.

"No," said Janine, "but I would REALLY like to lose weight."

"Well, I think that you will find our procedures...effective.,"
said the doctor.  The nurse stifled a giggle, and Janine was a
little puzzled.  But she would do just about anything to take off
the weight; she had spent thousands on diets that just didn't
work, and she was hoping this would do the trick.  "Lisa will
take you to the orientation room."

Lisa, the nurse, led Janine to the orientation room.  It was
obviously some sort of gym, thought Janine.  There seemed to be
all sorts of exercise equipment around.  At least it LOOKED like
exercise equipment, with all those straps and weights.  "I have
to leave for a few minutes," said Lisa.  "Just make yourself
comfortable."

Janine went over to one likely looking piece of equipment.  It
seemed to be some sort of full body exercise machine, and it
looked like fun.  She put the straps around her ankles and her
wrists, and tried to pull on the weights.  Hmmm....they were
heavier than they looked -- they didn't even budge.  Oh well, she
thought.  She can try a lighter piece of equipment.  So she
started to remove the straps.  Except they wouldn't come off.
This was embarrassing, she thought, as she struggled with the
straps.  And she noticed, they were getting shorter and shorter.
After struggling for a few minutes, she found her hands and feet
were held fast against the bars of the machine, and she had her
back against it.  At which point, Lisa re-entered.

"Ah," said Lisa.  "I see you have found the Hollen Machine.  I
was going to start you off on a slightly lighter machine, but
this will do fine."

"I can't seem to work this machine, Lisa," said Janine.  "As a
matter of fact, I can't even move!"

"That's perfect," said Lisa.  "But this is a program of disci-
pline. As part of it, you are to call me 'Ma'am', not Lisa."

"Isn't that kind of ridiculous, Lisa...  Owwwww!" said Janine, as
a painful vibration went through her body.

"We have ways of conditioning discipline into our patients," said
Lisa.  "Now, are you ready to lose some weight?"

"Yes L...Ma'am," said Janine.  And she began to guess at why Tom
was so happy about this clinic...

SNOW DRAGON

...passing plates of hot, succulent food beneath her nose,
allowing the aromas to fill her senses.  With each plate of food,
Lisa jerked and spasmed in her bonds.

Lisa was strapped to a low bench, upper arms and thighs bound
tightly to its legs.  Her breasts hung over the edge; her head
was held back by a strap that disappeared between her ass cheeks.
Wires were attached to each nipple, and others disappeared
between her legs.

"Lisa doesn't seem to be adjusting very well, nurse."

"No, doctor, she is still resisting the treatment.  She refuses
to eat any of the food we give her, so we are intensifying the
shocks and increasing the rate at which we pass the plates under
her nose.  While you're here, it's about time to try to get her
to eat again.  Would you like to observe?"

Dr. Newlin nodded, and another of the women passed a bowl of the
"food" to the head nurse.  "Are you ready to eat yet?"  The nurse
held the bowl to Lisa's face, but Lisa turned away, spasming with
the shocks as she did so.

"Enough!" Dr. Newlin shouted.  "Get the helmet!  We'll teach this
bitch if it takes all fuckin' week!"

The head nurse retrieved a metallic mesh helmet from a nearby
table.  Janine watched Dr. Newlin and the nurse attempt to slip
it over Lisa's head.  As Lisa shook her head violently in
resistance, one of the women pushed a button on her control
panel.  Lisa's hips bucked upward, straining her bonds, as a
surge of electricity pulsed between electrodes buried in her
pussy and ass.  Her head snapped straight up, allowing Dr. Newlin
to slip on the mesh headgear and fasten the strap under her chin.
"Thank you, Amelia.  Hand me the number 4 wire harness, please."

"But doctor, Lisa hasn't had the helmet treatment yet.  Are you
sure you don't want to start with the number 1 or 2?"

"I believe her to be incorrigible, Amelia.  She will get the full
treatment from the start.  Besides, I want Janine to see exactly
what will happen to her if she doesn't cooperate tomorrow."

Janine cringed as she heard her name mentioned, and started to
crawl backwards, away from the scene in front of her...

BEN GALAHAD
 
"Slave Janine", said Doctor Newlin, "you will be surprised to
find out that our technology is still extremely primitive.  We
will eventually have technology to allow direct enslavement of
the mind, but, until then, we must be satisfied with what we have
now."

"This does not mean that we do not experiment, however.  The
electronics that allow us to gauge your responses came from this
research.  Unfortunately, many of our experiments end up dead, or
permanently brain injured.  More end up sufficiently mindless to
be practically robots.  This treatment, however, only has about a
10% chance of destroying Janine.  And, the other 90% of the time,
it turns the subject into a total slave quite rapidly.  If only
it were more reliable, we would be using it on you.  If you are
sufficiently rebellious, we might yet.  But you have proven to be
quite a docile subject; you will almost certainly be easily
enslaved without such extreme measures.  Tom?  Ben?  You're
ready?  Then let's do it."

"NO!!!" screamed Lisa.  "I'll do anything, I'll be a good slave,
but not this!!!"

"It's just too late for that," said Doctor Newlin.  "You have
proven impervious to normal methods.  Don't worry, though.  With
your strong mind, you should survive this."  And he started
calibrating the machine.

Whatever Janine expected to see, it was certainly not this.
Lisa's face and body started contorting.  Smiles, frowns,
grimaces, laughter, screaming; all came in rapid succession.
Everybody was watching the monitors.  Janine almost thought of
getting up and running away, but put away the thought almost
before it came.  Newlin was right; she WAS going to be easily
enslaved.  Finally, the process stopped, and Lisa collapsed in a
heap.

"Let's test this out, now," said Newlin.  "You see, slave, we
have sent a carefully arranged set of electrical signals through
Lisa's brain, and kept careful track of her responses.  Through
care and a little luck, none of those signals proved too
damaging.  Now, we can override Lisa's mind, and put a number of
useful thoughts and emotions into her brain.  Nothing too
specific, I'm afraid, but certainly enough to take away any
resistance she might have.  WAKE UP, slave Lisa!"  Newlin pressed
a button on a remote control, and Lisa woke up.

"I HATE YOU!!!" screamed Lisa.  "I HATE YOU!!!"  And Newlin
pressed another button, and Lisa's face clouded with lust.  "I
have to fuck!" said Lisa, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  Newlin pressed
another button, and Lisa erupted in hysterical laughter.  Another
button, and Lisa collapsed again on her knees, and broke down in
tears.

"Let's see how well this worked," said Doctor Newlin.  "Try the
food again!"

Tom and Ben brought out the tray of delicious food, and gave it
to Lisa.  A touch of Doctor Newlin's control, and Lisa turned
away in disgust.  They then handed her a platter of a mixture
that made the buckwheat, turnip and broccoli mixture of Janine's
look appetizing by comparison.  A touch of Doctor Newlin's
control, and Lisa ate it hungrily.

"Now, Janine, that you see what happens when you don't cooperate,
let's see how YOU do with this food, without any electronic
prodding."

And he placed a dish of the same noxious mixture in front of
her...
THIS IS IT

SNOW DRAGON

...passing plates of hot, succulent food beneath her nose,
allowing the aromas to fill her senses.  With each plate of food,
Lisa jerked and spasmed in her bonds.

Lisa was strapped to a low bench, upper arms and thighs bound
tightly to its legs.  Her breasts hung over the edge; her head
was held back by a strap that disappeared between her ass cheeks.
Wires were attached to each nipple, and others disappeared
between her legs.

"Lisa doesn't seem to be adjusting very well, nurse."

"No, doctor, she is still resisting the treatment.  She refuses
to eat any of the food we give her, so we are intensifying the
shocks and increasing the rate at which we pass the plates under
her nose.  While you're here, it's about time to try to get her
to eat again.  Would you like to observe?"

Dr. Newlin nodded, and another of the women passed a bowl of the
"food" to the head nurse.  "Are you ready to eat yet?"  The nurse
held the bowl to Lisa's face, but Lisa turned away, spasming with
the shocks as she did so.

"Enough!" Dr. Newlin shouted.  "Get the helmet!  We'll teach this
bitch if it takes all fuckin' week!"

The head nurse retrieved a metallic mesh helmet from a nearby
table.  Janine watched Dr. Newlin and the nurse attempt to slip
it over Lisa's head.  As Lisa shook her head violently in
resistance, one of the women pushed a button on her control
panel.  Lisa's hips bucked upward, straining her bonds, as a
surge of electricity pulsed between electrodes buried in her
pussy and ass.  Her head snapped straight up, allowing Dr. Newlin
to slip on the mesh headgear and fasten the strap under her chin.
"Thank you, Amelia.  Hand me the number 4 wire harness, please."

"But doctor, Lisa hasn't had the helmet treatment yet.  Are you
sure you don't want to start with the number 1 or 2?"

"I believe her to be incorrigible, Amelia.  She will get the full
treatment from the start.  Besides, I want Janine to see exactly
what will happen to her if she doesn't cooperate tomorrow."

Janine cringed as she heard her name mentioned, and started to
crawl backwards, away from the scene in front of her...

BEN GALAHAD
 
"Slave Janine", said Doctor Newlin, "you will be surprised to
find out that our technology is still extremely primitive.  We
will eventually have technology to allow direct enslavement of
the mind, but, until then, we must be satisfied with what we have
now."

"This does not mean that we do not experiment, however.  The
electronics that allow us to gauge your responses came from this
research.  Unfortunately, many of our experiments end up dead, or
permanently brain injured.  More end up sufficiently mindless to
be practically robots.  This treatment, however, only has about a
10% chance of destroying Janine.  And, the other 90% of the time,
it turns the subject into a total slave quite rapidly.  If only
it were more reliable, we would be using it on you.  If you are
sufficiently rebellious, we might yet.  But you have proven to be
quite a docile subject; you will almost certainly be easily
enslaved without such extreme measures.  Tom?  Ben?  You're
ready?  Then let's do it."

"NO!!!" screamed Lisa.  "I'll do anything, I'll be a good slave,
but not this!!!"

"It's just too late for that," said Doctor Newlin.  "You have
proven impervious to normal methods.  Don't worry, though.  With
your strong mind, you should survive this."  And he started
calibrating the machine.

Whatever Janine expected to see, it was certainly not this.
Lisa's face and body started contorting.  Smiles, frowns,
grimaces, laughter, screaming; all came in rapid succession.
Everybody was watching the monitors.  Janine almost thought of
getting up and running away, but put away the thought almost
before it came.  Newlin was right; she WAS going to be easily
enslaved.  Finally, the process stopped, and Lisa collapsed in a
heap.

"Let's test this out, now," said Newlin.  "You see, slave, we
have sent a carefully arranged set of electrical signals through
Lisa's brain, and kept careful track of her responses.  Through
care and a little luck, none of those signals proved too
damaging.  Now, we can override Lisa's mind, and put a number of
useful thoughts and emotions into her brain.  Nothing too
specific, I'm afraid, but certainly enough to take away any
resistance she might have.  WAKE UP, slave Lisa!"  Newlin pressed
a button on a remote control, and Lisa woke up.

"I HATE YOU!!!" screamed Lisa.  "I HATE YOU!!!"  And Newlin
pressed another button, and Lisa's face clouded with lust.  "I
have to fuck!" said Lisa, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  Newlin pressed
another button, and Lisa erupted in hysterical laughter.  Another
button, and Lisa collapsed again on her knees, and broke down in
tears.

"Let's see how well this worked," said Doctor Newlin.  "Try the
food again!"

Tom and Ben brought out the tray of delicious food, and gave it
to Lisa.  A touch of Doctor Newlin's control, and Lisa turned
away in disgust.  They then handed her a platter of a mixture
that made the buckwheat, turnip and broccoli mixture of Janine's
look appetizing by comparison.  A touch of Doctor Newlin's
control, and Lisa ate it hungrily.

"Now, Janine, that you see what happens when you don't cooperate,
let's see how YOU do with this food, without any electronic
prodding."

And he placed a dish of the same noxious mixture in front of
her...
THIS IS IT

RIBALD WRITER

"Excellent," Lisa said over her shoulder, as she walked over to a
small table and selected a pair of shears from a tray.  "You'll
find that things here will progress very smoothly if you respond
properly to your treatment."  She walked over and stood in front
of Janine, looking her up and down.

"W... what are you going to... unnnnggghhhh!" Janine gasped as a
fresh jolt surged through her.

Lisa held out her arm, letting the sleeve of her lab coat fall
back around her elbow.  "You're wondering how the machine knows
when to shock you, aren't you?"

Janine nodded, then stiffened as she was shocked yet again.
"Yes... yes ma'am.  I am curious!"

Lisa smiled and held her arm in front of Janine's face. There was
a tiny silver bracelet with a single black charm on it around her
wrist.  "This is the remote control for all the machines in the
facility.  All the staff members have one.  It works by galvanic
skin response.  All I have to do is touch it," she tapped the
charm with her fingertip, making Janine jerk.  "And... well, you
get the point."

"Yes ma'am," Janine said quickly, bracing herself for another
shock.

"Very good, you're learning already.  Now, let's get those
clothes off and get to work!"

Janine shivered as Lisa stepped closer to her, then gasped as she
grasped the front of her blouse and jerked on it roughly.  The
sheer material gave way easily, leaving Janine standing in her
bra and skirt; the rags of her blouse hung from her wrists.

Lisa smiled darkly, making Janine cringe away, but she stepped
closer and hooked her finger into the deep cleavage between
Janine's breasts.  She pulled the strap of the frilly white bra
out away from her body and brought up the shears, cutting it
easily, and letting Janine's pendulous breasts swing free.  She
cut the other straps quickly and pushed the ruined garment out of
the way, then knelt and began cutting the Janine's skirt from hem
to waist.

Shivering slightly both from fear and the cold metal at her back,
Janine watched as Lisa's fingers dipped into the waistband of her
panties.  She gasped as her panties were jerked down around her
knees, but made no other protest.

Lisa looked up at her as she knelt between her legs.  She smiled
as she cut the flimsy cloth and let it fall to the floor.
"There," she said, coming to her feet.  "That's much better."
She cut the sleeves from around Janine's wrists, and kicked the
shredded clothes into a pile at her feet.

"Mmmmmmmmm, I can see that we've got our work cut out for us this
time," she whispered in Janine's ear.  Janine shuddered at the
note of delight in her voice.

Lisa stepped back and walked over to the desk and picked up the
phone.  She dialed a number then said, "She's ready for you,
Doctor."  She listened for a moment, nodding to herself.  "Yes,
sir; right away."

RIBALD WRITER (continued)

"Now then," Dr.  Newlin said, "Let's get you situated."

Janine couldn't see what they were doing behind her, and was
surprised when the machine fell back, and she found herself lying
on her back on a table.  She watched as Lisa released the strap
on one ankle and repositioned it, then did the same on the other
ankle.  When she'd finished, she nodded to Newlin, who repeated
the procedure on her wrists.

"Please... please ma'am, Doctor, what are you doing to me?" she
whispered, looking about anxiously.  She tested the new bonds,
but they were as strong as the first.

"In good time, all in good time, my dear," Newlin smiled down at
her.  He reached down and turned a handle on the side of the
machine, and the supports holding Janine's arms and legs began to
move slowly, changing position.  In moments, she was spread-
eagled on the cold metal of the table, her arms and legs securely
bound.

"You know Janine," Newlin said as he walked around the foot of
the table and adjusted the strap on her ankle, "most of our
patients begin with a slower course of treatment, and work their
way up to this device.  But, your husband did request a condensed
regimen for you, so perhaps it's best that we begin here."

"Lisa, would you finish up here and call me when she's ready for
the probe?"

"Yes sir," Lisa said as she moved about taking measurements and
adjusting the settings on the machine.  When she was satisfied
with her work, she moved to the foot of the table and released a
set of clips on the end, then pulled the center section of the
table free and set it to one side, leaving an opening between
Janine's widespread legs.

Janine lost sight of her momentarily, then gasped as Lisa came
into sight again.  She had a towel draped over her arm, and
carried a small basin, a straight razor and a can of shaving
cream.

"Wha... what are you going to do with that... m... ma'am?"

Lisa smiled as she knelt between Janine's widespread legs.  "I'm
going to shave you," she said as she slipped the towel under
Janine's fleshy bottom, then quickly dampened the thick blonde
bush covering her mons.  She coated the area with a thick layer
of shaving cream, and proceeded to shave the area with quick,
sure strokes.

Janine froze, afraid to move for fear of being cut as she felt
the razor scraping over her most private parts.  She was amazed
at how quickly the deed was done.  It seemed that Lisa had just
barely started when she stood and wiped her clean, then set her
tools aside and picked up a bottle of oil and massaged it liber-
ally into her clean shaven pussy.

Lisa's fingers moved gently over the soft bare skin of Janine's
pussy mound, and she had to stifle a moan.  Lisa smiled, and
increased the pace of her motions, letting her fingers dip into
the oil-slicked trough, teasing the girl, easily bringing her to
a state of extreme passion.

"Ooooohhhhh," Janine moaned as she felt two of Lisa's fingers
slip easily inside her.

"That's right, dear," Lisa whispered, bringing her other hand up
and caressing the nipple on the girls breast.  "We want you to
enjoy this."  She slid another finger into Janine's pussy, and
brought her thumb around to stroke her clit as she pistoned her
fingers in and out slowly.  "Go with it.  Just let it happen."

RIBALD WRITER (still continued)

Janine was panting harshly, and her hips were moving in time with
Lisa's thrusting fingers.  She felt an orgasm swelling within
her, and she gave in to it, letting the wonderful sensations
surge over her.

Lisa was watching her carefully, waiting for the right moment to
spring her surprise.  She moved her hand from Janine's breast and
turned a knob on the base of the machine, then moved to the side
to let the attachment arm swing up into position.  When the
device was locked in place, she oiled the tip of the probe, and
positioned it under her pistoning fingers.

"Are you getting close Janine?" she asked softly.

"Oh God, yesssssssss! It's so good, Lisa.  Please, please don't
stop."

"I won't dear, just tell me when you start to cum," she said in a
firm voice.  "Do you understand that?  Tell me when you start to
cum."

Janine nodded rapidly, her breath rasping in her throat as she
thrashed about on the table.  She wished her hands were free so
she could caress herself, but Lisa was doing such wonderful
things to her that it didn't matter.  She groaned happily as she
felt the first waves of her orgasm begin to crash over her,
washing through her in warm, succulent waves.

"Unnhhhhhh... unnhhh...  That... that's it, Lisa!  I... I'm cum-
ming!  Oh fuck!  Fuck me, Lisa!  Please, FUCK ME!!!

Lisa smiled and jammed her fingers into Janine's pussy as far as
she could, then pulled them out and slipped the probe in to take
their place.  She flicked a switch on the base of the probe and
stepped back to watch the fun.

Janine groaned as she felt Lisa's fingers leave her tortured
pussy, then moaned as she felt the thick probe slip in to take
their place.  She grunted harshly and pressed her hips down as
she felt the invading probe begin to expand and pulse inside her.

Lisa watched for a moment, enjoying the spectacle of the girl's
spastic thrashings, then stepped over to the phone and dialed a
number.

"She ready for you doctor," she said, her hand dropping down to
stroke her own damp pussy through her stiff white uniform...

THE CONSULTANT

Dr. Newlin said, "That's just a sample of what you will get when
you cooperate with your treatment."  He placed a mask over
Janine's face, as she felt the world slowly fade away.

When she woke up, she found herself in a bare room, face down on
a bed, with no clothing but cloth bands on her waist, arms and
legs, her limbs somehow being held high in the air.  She reddened
when she realized how she had reacted to the nurse.

"Ah, I see you have your color back," said Janine.  Lisa was
startled by the voice in her room.

"I didn't...  I mean I couldn't...  I mean...  I mean..." stam-
mered Janine.

"Ah, but you did," said Lisa.  "Of course, that oil we spread on
you ALWAYS makes the patients react like that.  But we find that
after they get used to it -- and they get used to it VERY quickly
-- they find that it is one of the best motivators we have."

"But now, we have to start you with your exercises.  After all,
we have to get that 50 pounds off, somehow!  Now, let's start
with jumping jacks."

Lisa was surprised to find herself pulled up by the bands of
cloth. And even more surprised to find that she was being manipu-
lated like a puppet, doing the jumping jacks quite against her
will.

"One!  Two!  One!  Two!" shouted nurse Lisa.  Janine tried to
fight the pull, and received an electric jolt for her troubles.
She then gave in, and allowed her body to be manipulated by the
cords. "That's right!" said Lisa.  "Remember, let US control your
body, and you will feel great!"

And Janine was surprised by something else.  As she gave in, and
let the ropes control her, there was an unexpected wetness in her
groin.  It must be more oil, she thought.  But she just kept on
being pulled, doing the jumping jacks.  Again, and again, and
again, and again, her arms and legs started hurting.  The pain
continued to grow greater and greater, but she could barely catch
her breath enough to groan.  Then she noticed the pain going
away, as she just kept jumping and jumping.  The world started
blurring, and she didn't even understand the words that Lisa
started saying...

SNOW DRAGON

...until she woke up again.  Or was she awake?  It was so dark,
so warm, so quiet.  Janine tried to call out, but could not; her
mouth seemed not to work.  She tried to raise her hand to her
mouth, but could not.  She tried to shake her head to clear it,
but could not. She felt like she was floating in nothingness.
`This _has_ to be a dream,' she mused.

Janine tried to think, but the eerie quiet would not allow her to
think of anything except herself.  Then she realized, `I can't
_feel_ myself!  I can't control my body!  What is _wrong_ with
me?!?'  Then, without warning and for no reason, she felt a
pleasant tingling in her vagina.  After a few seconds it stopped.
Then she felt a sharp, painful jolt in each nipple.  Then noth-
ing.  Janine began to feel afraid as she floated in the dark
nothingness.

"Dr. Newlin, the EEG is showing some new activity.  I think she's
awake!"  Lisa pushed the console button that started the ultra-
sound machine.  An eerie shadow of a tethered, floating body
appeared on the monitor screen.

"Did you activate the initial sensory input program?" the doctor
asked as he strode over to the console.

"Yes, doctor.  The EEG readouts changed to a standard fear
pattern immediately after the punishment shock."  Nurse Lisa
ripped a strip of recording paper off the plotter and handed it
to Dr. Newlin.

"Good.  I think she's ready.  Turn on the audio playback."

`Hello, Janine.'  The voice in her head startled her, but she was
unable to physically react.  She tried to blink her eyes, but
could discern no difference.  `You are in a sensory deprivation
tank.  It is an essential part of your discipline therapy.  You
will be allowed no sensory stimulation unless we want you to
experience it.  What you felt a few moments ago was a demonstra-
tion of what happens when you either cooperate with us or resist
us.  You remember the probe, don't you, Janine?  That inflatable
device has several means of providing you pleasure; enough
pleasure...'  Janine could feel something swell within her vagina
and tingle pleasantly again.  `...to make you forget the pain...'
The tingling abruptly ceased, and another severe jolt pulsed
through her nipples.  `...of punishment.'

Janine again cringed internally, but her body remained limp.
`You are suspended in a special bath inside an insulated tank.
You have been bound in a spread-eagle position and fitted with
several of our special probes and sensors.  You cannot feel them
because we have given you a paralyzing drug to keep you from
moving.  The bath will be kept at skin temperature so you will
not perceive any temperature sensations.  Your eyes and ears have
been sealed, so you will see nothing and hear only this record-
ing.  When it stops you will hear no more until we believe you
are ready.'

`You are breathing temperature- and humidity-controlled air
through a sophisticated nosepiece, so you will feel no air
currents.  I won't tell you about your mouthpiece yet; you'll
find out about that at the appropriate time.  You already know
what is in your vagina, and I know you can no longer feel it.'
Janine tried to concentrate on her vagina, and could feel noth-
ing.  `There is a surprise waiting in your rectum, too; but I
can't tell you if it is pleasant...'  She felt a very brief
tingle in her vagina again.  `...or pain.'  Another painful jolt
pulsed through her nipples.

`We can monitor your every bodily function well enough so you
might think we can read your mind.  Just think good thoughts,
Janine.  If you don't, you may not like the results.  Oh, and one
last thing, Janine...  we can keep you here indefinitely if you
don't cooperate.  Good bye, Janine.  You won't be hearing from us
again...'

Nurse Lisa shut off the playback unit and turned again to the EEG
readout.  "She looks _very_ scared now, Dr. Newlin," she smiled.

"Good!  Let's see how she reacts to this..."

PACKET

"Dr. Newlin, do you think she's ready for that yet?"  The EEG
started to show wild swings, as the device inplanted in Janine's
vagina alternately swelled and gave off pleasant tiny electrical
shocks.  Each time the device swelled it grew slightly larger
then the time before, and the shocks grew ever so slightly more
intense.  Janine felt wonderful as her pussy was ever so wonder-
fully filled repeatedly.  Just as she started gyrating her hips
to the ebb and flow of the slowly swelling device, she started
feeling a tingling sensation in both of her nipples.

Dr. Newlin told Nurse Lisa, "I believe she has just discovered
the unique clamp attached to each of her nipples, the conduit for
our electrical hookup.  Nurse Lisa, are you getting turned on
watching Janine's treatment?"  About this time Dr. Newlin reached
over and ran his hands down into the waiste band of Nurse Lisa's
white shorts, and felt her sopping wet pussy.  "So you do enjoy
this," he said.  With that he handed over the controls to her and
said, "Go for it, take her as far as you like, but remember, we
MUST keep a few suprises for later."

With the special multifunction control in her grip, Nurse Lisa
increased the pulsating tweaking action of the nipple clamps.
The action of the clamps was timed to coincide with the throbbing
swelling action of the special device burried deep within Ja-
nine's Vagina.  The slight tingling she felt at her nipples along
with the tingling going on between her legs was growing more
intense as her localized senses in both regions increased.

Janine's vagina was now the center of her being as she felt the
expanding inplant growing to dimensions she had never encountered
before.  She so despretely wanted to reach down and rub her clit,
to speed up her orgasm, but that was not part of the program.
She must wait for someone else to drive her over the edge.  As if
reading her mind, something started to make it's presense known
just on top of her pubic mound.  She hadn't sensed anything there
before, but now she sensed a slight vibrating, thumping, rotating
movement directly over and around her clit.  Ahhhhhhhhhh, this
was exactly what she had been waiting for.

Dr. Newlin just sat back and watched, waiting for the impending
climax.  On the console immediately under his right hand was the
control for the OTHER device implanted within her rectum.  He
could see by her brain wave activity that she was approaching her
first orgasm.  His plan was to introduce her to the rectal device
at the moment of her orgasm. After all, the efficiency of this
treatment was wholely dependent on total control.

The waves of preorgasmic electricity were starting to course
through Janine's body.  The electrified clamps were now approach-
ing full pleasurable peak.  The expanding/contracting device
filling her vagina was now swelling at its most rapid pace, and
to Janine it felt as if it was synchronized to her own rapid
heartbeat.  The vibrating device over her clit was producing more
intense sensations then her hand could ever have created.  Ja-
nine's body was rapidly the climax of her life.

"Almost there, Nurse Lisa; patience, slowly now, SLOWWWWWWLY...
Slowwwwwwly.....  OK, give it to her.  She's Climaxing," said Dr.
Newlin.  With that Nurse Lisa hit the special button on her
remote, at about the same time as Dr. Newlin hit the button on
his console, introducing Janine to the rectal device...

ROB STEWART

... and nothing happened.  Not a sensor glitch, not a movement of
her body ... nothing.  All indications were that the "system" had
misfired and as Janine became fully engulfed in the throes of her
orgasm ... the devices implanted in her that would have "killed"
her release from the sexual stress failed.

Hitting the chair arm with the flat of his hand, Dr. Newlin
cursed under his breath.  "Damn, damn, damn."

Rising from his vantage he spoke heatedly to Lisa.  "Ok ... damn
it ... ok ... let her go through the cycle.  Slow the inserts and
allow her to come to a natural ease.  We'll just have to recheck
the circuitry and do it all again a bit later.  Give her an hour
to start getting antsy again and we'll procede with the program.

"Run a diagnostic on the sensor grid attached to her torso and
limbs ... then get a readout on the electronics of the anal
probe.  I want to know what went wrong.  She is to get no further
stimulation until we run our second trial."

With that ... he walked over to where Janine's body lay suspended
in the isobaric solution and visually inspected the "sensor grid"
-- a lattice of wire and adhesive metallic contacts that inter-
twined to form a kind of "jacket" surrounding Janine's torso,
arms and legs.  With this electrostim contacts, each and every
muscle and nerve ending of her body could be tensed and relaxed
electrically with only milliamperes of current.  In conjunction
with the proper computer control program, this system of electri-
cal stimulation could be the ultimate hedonistic sensory high --
or a body's worst nightmare.

It should all have worked.  The anal probe, with it's
electrostatic charge capabilities, could have - should have -shut
this woman's bodily responses down instantly.  Like a shot in the
dark -- it should have "turned her off" right in the middle of
her orgasm -- like a yawn being cut off.

Ultimate excitation -- without possibility of true release.
Deprivation of release in conjunction with deprivation of all
sensory input.  A concept that had worked so many times before.
Yet this time ... nothing.

He was still angry with himself when Lisa piped up, "Doctor ...
I'm sorry ... it appears that one of the main connecting wires to
the control box must've pulled loose when we moved her around in
the tank.  I've reattached it properly and have confirmed that
the electronics will work this time."

"Ok ... fine.  Let's not let it happen again ... unless YOU want
to be the one on the receiving end of a 'treatment'.  Do I make
myself clear?"

Lisa could only meekly nod her head ... feeling that she couldn't
trust her voice not to crack with the apprehension she felt at
having to admit to her mistake.  She was relieved to see Newlin
moving toward the door.

"I'll be back in about an hour.  Make sure she's ready for me
when I return."

As he he shut the door, and Lisa heard his footsteps moving away
... she turned to ...

COUNTESS

As he shut the door, and Lisa heard his footsteps moving away...
she turned to the tank once again. Letting out a sigh of relief
she couldn't help but wonder if SHE was capable of tolerating
such experiments. She shuddered at the very thought of it and to
hurry her  apprehensive thoughts away she gave a quick touch to
the control of the anal probe.  Janine was relaxing as the waves
of pleasure were slowly ebbing from her body when one quick pinch
to the inner walls of her anus abruptly brought them to an end.

Nurse Lisa chuckled and sat down to monitor her for awhile until
the doctor returned. Staring, Lisa thought how helpless this
patient was and tried to picture herself in the same situation."I
just couldn't put up with this shit, no way. I'd be a fighting
little bitch...it's too demeaning."  Lisa jumped as Dr. Newlin
entered the room.

"What the hell are you so jumpy for?" Dr. Newlin asked with a
grin so slight that Lisa wasn't sure if she saw it or not.

Lisa lowered her head and replied, "I...I was just thinking...
of..."

The doctor cut her short and calmly stated that he'd like to try
something different on the patient.  "I want to see how she will
react to the touch of another female," as he raised his eyes to
meet hers. Her mouth dropped slightly and she started to reply
when he walked over to the counter and pulled open a drawer.
Removing what appeared to be two small metal clamps with wires
attached, Dr. Newlin turned and began to approach Lisa.

Lisa blinked hard as her eyes fixed on the objects in his
grasp...

HARRY SELDON

Her voice breaking slightly with apprehension as the doctor came
at her, Lisa could only utter, "Doctor?"

"Stop it, you silly bitch... you're letting your libido get the
best of you.  Straighten up, or you'll be next in the tank -- and
I promise you, it won't be any `fun' for you.  Understand?"

The embarrassment of being so obvious in her excitation to the
man flustered Lisa but she shrugged herself abruptly and forced
the feelings of need and excitation to diminish.

"I'm sorry, doctor.  It won't happen again.  It's just that I've
had a lot of time to think about what it must be like to BE one
of our clients -- and I'm afraid that my fantasies have finally
become a real need inside of me.  I apologize for my unprofes-
sional behavior."

"There's no need to explain, nurse.  Just remember that objectiv-
ity in our work is most important.  You shouldn't allow yourself
to get involved... in that way."  But even as he said the words,
he knew he was lying.  He, too, felt the inner stirrings and
fires of desire each time he "treated" one of his "patients."
Janine was special to him also.  She was the first "chubby" in a
long time to be in such basically superb condition.  She LOOKED
good -- even with the extra weight.  And he could easily imagine
himself inside of her... swelling, thrusting, peaking inside of
her.

He, too, shrugged mentally -- but the image didn't go away --
neither did the need.  With a mental twist, he realized that
perhaps he could literally kill two birds with one stone.  The
thought -- totally unprofessional, of course -- hit him like hot
water in a shower on a cold day.

"Lisa..."  Her name, uttered with that tone, rekindled the fear
that she had felt just moments ago.  "Call Tom and Ben in,
please.  We're going to do some changing around."

Indeed, he thouht.  Tom and Ben can help me wire YOU up, my
little Lisa -- and then we'll see how Janine reacts to your
womanly touches -- and how YOU react to the stimulations we can
lay on YOUR body.  A broad smile began to spread across his face
as he heard the nurse dial the central desk and ask for the aids.

"Lisa, I want you to do something for me.  The main concept of
our work here is twofold -- train our patients to be submissive
slaves that accept pain and pleasure as their natural due, and
second -- make them healthier and lighter.  Anything that takes
their minds off of food and increases their activity is good.
The tank, because we failed in our program in the beginning, has
now become a liability.  She merely rests in there waiting for
whatever.  By allowing her the sexual release we did, we took
away the main advantage of sensory deprivation.

"So -- we'll step up her physical activities by making her a part
of the process.  And, Lisa, you are about to become a diversion
for our Janine."

He turned as the two men walked into the room and looked at them
with just a hint of a smile on his face as he said, "Gentlemen,
our nurse Lisa has been an unprofessional slut at best.  I
believe it's time to each her to be more professional and objec-
tive in her work.  Restrain her!"

Lisa couldn't believe her ears.  She couldn't believe the doc-
tor's words.  She couldn't believe the heat building up in her
secret place as the men moved toward her.  The weakness in her
knees and the swoon she felt coming on were nothing compared to
the trembling of overt anticipation she felt throughout her
entire body.

"Oh, God... please... no... please..."

ROB STEWART

Each of the men, one to a side, grabbed Lisa as her knees weak-
ened and her body began to slump.  When she felt Tom's strong
hand gripping her right arm, she knew she'd made a mistake.
There was nothing sexual about this for her.  Nothing pleasur-
able.  Yet, it DID stir her blood and make her want.  Fear took
over as Ben grabbed her left arm and the two men man-handled her
over to a pommel horse in the corner of the room.

"Bind her to the apparatus so that we can more easily administer
her punishment.  A spanking with paddle I think."

Embarrassment flooded through her; and before they turned her
around facing the horse, the good doctor could see the flush
spreading in her cheeks.  The men worked quickly, having done
this often before to other recalcitrant "patients."  They draped
her unceremoniously over the contraption and pulled her arms down
and out to the legs where shackles were quickly affixed to her
wrists and secured.  Then the men secured her feet to the oppos-
ing legs of the pommel horse and stepped back.

Because the cost of uniforms came out of HIS budget, Dr. Newlin
didn't just rip her whites off of her... instead, he simply
looked at Tom and said, "Bare it."

Without unbuckling her belt or undoing her fly, Tom simply
reached to the woman's waist, hooked his fingers into the band of
her nurse's white pants... and pulled them over her hips and down
to her knees where, because her legs were tied spread across the
horse, the pants would not fall any further.

Blemishless, alabaster skin.  Beautiful by any definition.  Dr.
Newlin felt a stirring in him when he'd watched the men bind her.
Now he felt a fire inside as he gazed at the woman's panty-clad
bottom.

Panties not being part of the uniform, he hooked his hand into
the material of the panties and with a twist and pull, shredded
the material off Lisa's butt, exposing her spread sex to full
view.

Once, twice, Dr. Newlin smacked the paddle lightly against the
palm of his own hand.  Then, gently, he placed the paddle on
Lisa's rump and rubbed it around on her soft skin, letting her
feel the hard coldness of it.  Letting her consider for a time
what was to come.

"You've lost your professionalism, Lisa.  I will not tolerate
that in one of my employees.  Since this is your first time, I
will not be harsh...  I think forty good swats ought to impress
upon you the standards which I want you to adhere to."

And with that, he raised his hand high and brought the paddle
whistling down onto the flesh of her buttocks.  Once, twice, five
times.  Each strike being timed and exactly three seconds
apart.  With each hit, Lisa gave out a yelp of pain and startle-
ment. With each impact, the doctor watched carefully to see the
effect of the paddle on her skin.  First a slight pink... the
color deepened quickly with each stroke.

Eight groups of five strokes... with a full minute between
groups.  Like a machine, cold, impersonal... yet burning up
inside with what he was doing...  The doctor administered her
punishment and revelled in the physical reactions he saw in her.
Her pussy obviously betrayed her.  Sexual juices literally were
dripping across her exposed sex almost immediately.  She was
aroused when he'd started...  She was most certainly moreso now.

At the last stroke... he walked to the side of the horse where
Lisa could turn her head and look at him.  "Do you understand
what is expected of you here?  Do you understand what will happen
to you if you again behave as you've done today?"

To both questions Lisa quickly and loudly proclaimed, "Yes!"

"Then all of this has been worthwhile.  We'll just leave you here
for a little while longer... so that you can consider all of
this."  Laying his hand on the small of her back, Dr. Newlin
slowly but firmly ran his hand over the globes of her behind...
feeling the heat of her skin... and marvelling at the coloration.

With his hand sensing the moisture and heat of her pussy, the
doctor got yet another idea that pleased him.  Dismissing the two
men who'd looked on with approval and appreciation during Lisa's
paddling, he turned back to the girl and began to unfasten HIS
pants...

JANINE RUSH

Meanwhile, in the tank, still in complete isolation:  Janine
tried to get a handle on what had happened to her what seemed
like so very long ago.  More than anything she had ever experi-
enced during sex, the orgasm she felt at the hands of these
people was the best.  She was scared to death.  That's the way
she began this long soak and the way she still felt.  The spasms
that she'd felt had wiped away all fear and worry, but as the
feelings went away, so did the calm.

She lay in the water wired to the infernal machines of torture
and all she could think was the one word chant running through
her mind.

More -- More! -- MORE! -- NOW!!!!!

She couldn't make a sound, though she tried with all her might.
Outside of the tank, the good doctor was ignoring the Jan com-
pletely as his face screwed up in rapture and his balls exploded,
shooting his hot juices into Lisa's red hot fanny.  With a final
grunt he shoved his dick into her one more time, pushing with all
of his might against her bound butt and feeling the spurts of
sperm jerk their way into her.

Pulling his cock out of her he heard Lisa sigh -- from relief or
frustration he couldn't tell and didn't care -- but it made him
mad so he stepped a little to the side of her and gave her five
more good smacks with his big meaty hand.

Lisa felt at last as if she'd been raped.  She was hating herself
because she liked what he'd done.  It had gotten her off.  That
last beating made her mad though because it was his way of tel-
ling her she was just meat to him.

She vowed quietly in her mind to show him what she thought of him
as soon as she could.

PACKET

Bob and Ben firmly took Nurse Lisa by the arms over to the wall-
mounted restraining rings and attached the wrist and ankle cuffs
to Lisa's extremities. This was all coming together so perfectly;
and best of all, Lisa had been kept completely in the dark as to
the purpose of the new addition to the clinic.  She wouldn't be
in the dark for long though.

Directing his two assistants to release Janine (temporarily, of
course), Dr. Newlin approached Lisa with a wide grin and a
straight razor.  "Lisa, obviously before we can continue, your
uniform has to go.  Please don't move as I cut it away from your
lush supple young body.  Let's start by freeing those lovely
perfect breasts so tightly constrained by that tempting push-up
bra.  Now don't move; careful now; ahhhhhhhhh, there we go.  The
cups are now cut out, exposing most of your tits and all of your
nipples to my every whim. I don't want to pierce those perfect
nipples just yet; but rest assured, they will be wearing rings
before we're finished.

"What say we try out this new spring-tensioned nipple clamp?  Do
you see this rather odd looking set of upright poles I'm setting
up right in front of your exposed breasts?  Well, they have an
adjustable slot built in that will allow me to attach pulleys
where I want them.  For now, I want them right in front of each
tit and about 2 feet away.  Ah, there, now let's set those mag-
nificient orbs of yours in motion."

Taking a long fine gold chain out of his pocket, Dr. Newlin
attached the first nipple clamp to one end, and a spring to the
other end.  Putting the clamp over Lisa's now erect nipple sent
shivers of erotic pleasure through his body.  Screwing the clamp
on tightly, Dr. Newlin then carefully threaded the chain over the
top of the pulley directly in front of Lisa's firm tit.  Reaching
into his lab coat pocket, he now extracted a 14-ounce lead weight
which he attached to the spring.  Letting the weight drop from
his hand, Dr. Newlin marveled at the effect it had first on
Lisa's tit, then on her face.  The weight bounced up and down
while swinging from side to side.  Lisa's nipple and breast were
pulled out away from her body and then released rythmically.
`This is just perfect,' he thought, as he proceeded to perform
the same set up on Lisa's other breast, giving the first one
encouragement along the way by picking up the bouncing weight,
increasing its oscillations.

(continued)

PACKET (cont'd)

Meanwhile, Bob and Ben were taking Janine out of the tank and
disconnecting the attached probes and monitors from her body.
Unable to resist the urge, Ben ran his hands up and down Janine's
supple and aroused body.  He couldn't wait till they got her set
up in the "New Suite" of submissive training spaces.  While not
the engineer or designer, both Bob and Ben had assisted with
suggestions as to its layout.

Finally they stopped in front of a rather nondescript door, and
with a special sequence of turns Bob was able to open what ap-
peared to be an ordinary locked door.  Walking inside, Janine's
eyes went wide as she soaked in the furnishings in this first
room of the Labyrinth.

Janine couldn't begin to understand what the purpose of the many
different devices, machines, or other structures carefully laid
out in the room were, but she would know each of them intimately
before she left this first room.  Taking Janine over to a metalic
structure resembling the dimensions of a 6-foot man, but obvious-
ly padded in most of the front, Bob and Ben strapped Janine onto
the metalic device.  `It must weigh a ton,' Janine thought, as
she contemplated the purpose of all the wires and hoses running
into and up the legs of the metal monster.  Once she was com-
pletely strapped in, the only body parts she could move were her
toes and finger tips.  The two assistants decided to hold off on
gagging Janine for a little while, as a scream and plead for
mercy were fun to hear occasionally.

Walking over to the console, Bob tapped a certain command into
the keyboard, and the metal figure started to move.  Tilting back
first, it started spreading Janine's legs as far apart as she
could stand (there were built-in sensors designed to avoid any
overextensions), while bending her knees to 90 degrees.  Her arms
were extended to a position above her head, and her back was
arched back ever so slightly.  This was the perfect gynecolo-
gist's examination table.

Going over to the medical cabinet, Ben took out a couple of
things and brought them over to Janine's prone body.  Without
telling her what they were, Ben slowly coated her rectum then
inserted the double bardex nozzle.  "Janine, this special nozzle
invading you ass will shortly be blown up to create a tight seal
so that whatever fluids we pump into your bowels will remain
there till we release them."  With that Ben squeezed the inflator
bulbs several times until the inner and outer ballons were FULLY
inflated.  He then took out a urinary catheter, which he also
easily inserted into Janine's urethra.  Once he got it past her
sphincter muscle, he blew that up also while telling Janine,
"This will allow us to pump fluids into your Bladder and maintain
complete control over when you'll be able to relieve yourself.

With that completed, Bob hooked up the two protuding hoses to
nearby spigots built into the machine.  "Janine, we will be
cleaning you out completely first, then we'll work on your
capacity.  By the time we're done you should be able to hold a
gallon of water in your ass and a quart of fluid in your blad-
der."  Ben then typed out the instructions on the console which
started the process.  Janine felt her bowels and bladder filling
slowly at the same time.  "Bob, don't you think we need to fill
that hungry pussy of hers also.  Why don't you pick out the most
suitable vibrating dildo you can, while such on her sweet little
clit.

About this time Dr. Newlin was finishing the removal of Lisa's
clothes, along with the removal of her pubic hair. Her bouncing
tits and the good doctors shaving process had Lisa close to
orgasm.  Dr. Newlin couldn't wait to get these two women
together...

BEN GALAHAD

When she first came to the clinic, Lisa liked the various slave
girls that saw to her every need.  Now, she realized what had
happened to the woman who had the job before her, and, for that
matter, all the women who had ever been the nurse at this clinic.
She remembered how EAGERLY the slave girls in the clinic served
her, and she cringed; soon, she was going to be just as eagerly
servile as those slave girls; she would become another faceless
slave within the clinic.  Even worse, deep down, she was excited
by the idea.  She remembered how she felt almost sorry for
Janine, who was to become the total slave of a single master;
Lisa was going to become the happy, willing slave of anybody who
chose to give her a command!  And yet, there was another feeling:
`This can't happen!  Not to me!'

She felt the machine to which she was attached slow down.  Ben
and Tom came up to her, and slathered some oil on her throbbing
vagina.  It had a familiar scent, and, `No!  Not that!'  She
tried to cry, but it was too late.  The overpowering sexual
desire which she had induced in so many others was suddenly
coming over her.  She would fuck anything, she would do anything,
just to release the sudden sexual tension she felt.

"Now", said Dr. Newlin with a smile.  "It is time for Lisa to
discover how much more of a slave she will become than Janine.
Janine's bowels are about ready to be emptied, and Lisa is turned
on enough to do just about anything.  Let's see what happens when
we bring them together..."

MASTER DANSK

Lisa was blindfolded and her hands were cuffed behind her back;
then using a broad strap her elbows were stretched together until
they met behind her, pulling her broad shoulders back and causing
her full breasts to thrust forward vulnerably.  A hand explored
her slick vulvae and briefly lingered, rubbing her now swollen
and throbbing clit.  She moaned with pleasure at the attention,
only to change to whimpering when the hand stopped.  She was in a
state of furious arousal, and her only concern was to satisfy the
prickly, aching need between her legs.

She was led to where Janine had been kept, and listened to the
sounds of Janine being cleansed of her deep and thorough enema.
Lisa had been loudly pleading to be made to come, and assured her
masters she would do ANYTHING to accomplish this.  She was re-
quired to be silent; and two clothespins were placed on her
mouth, holding her lips closed while she waited.

Janine felt exhausted after her ordeal on the cleansing machine,
but was revitalized by several of the captors gently massaging
her nude, voluptuous figure with soothing caresses that soon gave
way to concentrating on her breasts and between her legs; until
despite herself she felt her nipples harden and her clitoris
swell beyond its hood.  She was led to a low bench that had a
coarse cloth covering, and placed face down.  Her arms were
secured by her sides with straps above and below her elbows,
allowing her very little movement of her upper body.  The bench
was narrow enough to have her breasts hang over each side, and
strong clips were attached to each swollen nipple.  Then a light
chain joined her tits together until the clips were nearly
touching under the bench; and a mild weight was hung from them,
stretching them down as well as together.  A very small and
gentle suction-tubed cup was placed on her clit, and finally she
was gagged with a penis-type apparatus that both invaded her
throat as well as had another dildo protruding in front of her.

Lisa was guided towards Janine's face; and after a similar tube
and suction cup was placed on her own aching clitoris, she was
prodded forward onto the large rubber penis until her crotch was
nearly smothering Janine.  The clips on her mouth were removed;
while one of the captors moved behind Janine and with a huge grin
slid his prick into Janine's slick cunt a few times to get
himself lubricated.  Then despite her struggles he slowly buried
himself to the hilt in her squeaky-clean anus.  Lisa and Janine
heard a click then realised what the suction devices did.  A
strong pump alternately pulsed their love buttons, creating a
pleasurable sensation beyond any they had ever felt before.  As
the machine did its magic, another male impaled Lisa's nether
hole to fill both women.

The men didn't want this to be all fun for the two incredibly
excited captives; so to distract from their impending orgasms
some of the spectators either pulled on Janine's nipple weight,
or used a strong thin limber switch on Lisa's breasts and nip-
ples.  The powerful contractions felt in both their assholes as
they were simultaneously punished and pleasured quickly would
cause the men to come violently deep inside them, but poor Lisa
and Janine found out there were many in line for the unique
sensations the two girls had to offer.  Soon both the women were
lost in sensation, unable to distinguish pain and orgasm as the
hours passed.

SNOW DRAGON

Janine awoke slowly, still exhausted from her multitude of
orgasms, and aching all over her sweaty body.  As she opened her
eyes she became aware of her current predicament.  She was
strapped upright in a lightly-padded leather chair, arms, legs,
torso, and head firmly bound, and still naked.  She blinked twice
before she realized she was staring at herself in a full-length
mirror.  She noticed the movement before she heard the rustling
of papers behind her.

"Good morning, Janine.  I see you have endured your first day of
treatment rather well.  Now it is time to measure your progress."
Dr. Newlin stood and walked to her left side, and adjusted the
weights on a scale arm.  "The chair and all the straps have been
carefully weighed, and you are on a scale set in the floor.  You
_do_ remember why you are here, don't you?"

"Um, well...  I thought this was a weight clinic, but I'm not so
sure any more..."

"It is indeed!  And you appear to have lost 3 pounds the first
day!  At this rate, you'll be well under your goal of 135 by the
time you're finished here!  After all, we _do_ have 59 more days
if we need them..."

"I don't think I want to stay here.  This was all a terrible
mistake..."

Dr. Newlin spun Janine's chair 180 degrees and crouched in front
of her.  "There was _no_ `mistake,' young lady," he responded
very deliberately, "And you have no choice in the matter!  You
are FAT because you have no self-discipline!  You are FAT because
you have no self-respect!  You are FAT because you are lazy!
Before you leave here, you WILL be disciplined, respectable, and
eager to perform!"

The doctor rose, walked back to the table, and sat down.  Janine
saw for the first time the magnificent breakfast laid out on the
table.  Just then, Lisa walked in through the door and joined the
doctor at the table.  "Ah!  Good morning, nurse.  Is everything
prepared?"

"Yes, doctor.  Only the final attachments need to be made before
we begin.  We cannot accurately account for the weight of wires
and such when they are hanging from her body."

"Good!  Continue!"  Turning to Janine, "You are now going to have
your first food-aversion therapy treatment..."

GOMORRAH

I cringed inwardly, not knowing what they were going to do to me
-- but knowing right off that it wasn't going to be pleasant.
Lisa came over to the chair and began pulling on the ends of the
wires attached to me and the chair, and I saw in the mirror that
she was connecting them to a panel on the floor next to the
chair.  Like an operator's old-time plugs, she simply pushed the
ends of the wires into the appropriate holes in the panel and
stood back, checking things over one more time.

"I think she's ready, Doctor."

"Good, then let's proceed."

I hadn't been allowed to eat anything substantial since I'd made
the mistake of coming here.  My stomach didn't make funny sounds
anymore.  It ROARED major disapproval of the way it was being
treated.  On top of the severe ache of hunger, once again, I felt
the fingers of fear gripping my insides.

"What are you going to do?"  I said with as much backbone as I
could muster.

"We're going to help teach you that food isn't as pleasant or
desirable a thing as you've always thought, Janine.  We have you
wired once more into a console that can almost read your mind.
It will determine your synaptic responses to the various foods
that nurse Lisa and I will indulge in before you -- and each time
your body reacts with a desire for the foods, you'll be given
some negative reinforcement to break those nasty old habits of
yours.  Habits like having your mouth water at the mention of
bacon and fried eggs, for instance."

The stabbing pain of electricity felt like it was about to burn
the skin of her legs, quickly washing away thoughts of the food
on the table, or the food that the Doctor had merely mentioned.
`Oh God,' I thought. `Now what?  I only have to >think< of food
and I get zapped?!'  Immediately, after my experiences with this
thought provoked torture, I tried desperately to clear my mind.
But unlike the time I'd spent on the table before, and in the
sensory tank... there was no reward for being good this time.
Just pain if I... "Ahhhh!"  Once again, the thought, fleeting
though it was, of sizzling bacon, and the smell of the bacon on
the table was enough to bring the pain searing into my flesh.
"Please, Doctor, I've lost three pounds in one day.  Three
Pounds!!!  Surely you must know that I will continue to try!
Please don't do this to me anymore.  Please."

But the good Doctor never once showed any reaction to my pleas.
He merely turned back toward that damn table, with all of its
brightly colored, aromatic, hot, cold, sweet, salty,
you-name-it-flavored foods and sat to his breakfast.

The short lull from the pain didn't last long.  The moment Dr.
Newlin sat at table, the pain began in earnest.  No matter what I
did, I WAS hungry, and the food was irresistible in its
proximity, quantity and quality.  Each time my body dared to
respond in any way to the presence or need for the food, the pain
would shoot through me.

Over and over again, the pain touched my breasts, my tummy, my
legs, and sex.  Over and over again, the pain mounted and grew to
unbearable proportions, and my mind would reel and unfocus and my
body would stop reacting to the food and the pain would diminish.
Over and over again, I repeated this autonomic cycle until... 

BEN GALAHAD

Dr. Newlin placed a new item of food, if it could be called that,
in a dog dish on the floor.  It was a green and grey pile of
mush.

"Your husband has provided us with all your likes and dislikes in
food.  It seems that the healthiest foods, you hate.  Well,
that's going to change.  After all, we don't want you to starve
to death..."

In spite of her great hunger, Janine was disgusted by this
substance, which smelled like elephant dung mixed with overcooked
broccoli and spinach.

"Get on your hands and knees," said Dr. Newlin.  Much to her
shock, Janine was on the floor on her hands and knees before she
even thought about it.  She had become that submissive in only a
day?  "Now, eat this food like the dog you are, and you will
ENJOY it.  It is a mixture of cooked buckwheat, broccoli, and
turnips.  Of course, there is absolutely no seasoning," said Dr.
Newlin.

Janine averted her eyes in disgust, and she was filled with pain.
She tried to force herself to eat the food, and the pain stopped.
She stopped at the last second, and the pain started again.  She
went down and started eating it.  And she discovered that the
relief from the pain was making her actually enjoy the food.  She
was beginning to LOVE eating this disgusting junk like a dog.
`No,' she thought; and the pain shot right through her again.
She shuddered at the way the very core of her personality was
being changed by the treatment.  And there was nothing to do
about it.  She looked at Nurse Lisa.  She had begun to be
subjected to the same treatment; surely she would find some
sympathy there.  But, when she looked, she realized it was NOT
Nurse Lisa.  It was a different nurse.  The Nurse Lisa that SHE
had met was over there, on the other side of the room.  `Yes,
there she is, and oh... my... god...  Is THAT going to happen to
me?' Janine wondered in horror...

JANINE RUSH

It was simply not possible to take in all that she saw, all the
she felt, and all that she feared without being changed in a most
basic way.  She fell quickly to forcing the muck down her throat,
slurping, licking and slopping it all over her face in the
process.  Better this, she thought, than to allow them to do THAT
to her.  She knew, immediately, that there was nothing else she
wouldn't do to avoid what they were doing to Nurse Lisa.

Could any woman survive that -- and still maintain her sanity?
So she opened her mouth wide, dug into the vegetable drek in her
doggie bowl -- and quickly polished off the >food< they'd given
her.  No more pain from the behavior mod devices.  No more
hesitation.  She knew -- really KNEW -- that she would now obey
all that they asked of her.

If only to avoid...

She wondered at just what Nurse Lisa had done to deserve such
punishment.  It couldn't have just been... that.  Could it?  "Ok,
bitch, get up!" ordered Newlin; and Janine sprang to her feet as
though springs had been attached to her feet.  Saying nothing,
she determined to obey every command, or even wish or desire
these people made of her.

Any...

But when Dr. Newlin began pushing her in the direction of Nurse
Lisa -- the instant fear and panic that set in made her knees go
limp and Janine crumpled to the floor -- blubbering.

"Please, doctor, please."  A whimper, a whine.  Not the kind of
thing that Janine was used to doing.  Not the attitude that she
had possessed only hours ago.  Pleading, begging, even though no
direct threat had been made.

Pleading, begging -- only because of what she could plainly see,
and hear.

Pleading and begging -- because deep inside of her, she was
imagining them doing that to HER...

"Now watch, you stupid bitch, what we do to those who don't obey
the commands we give."  And with that, he slaps Janine hard
across the face, making her twist and turn as she falls to the
floor only feet away from Lisa's heaving body.

Unable to turn away, yet unable to watch, Janine begins to
quietly sob to herself as Dr. Newlin, ignoring her for the
moment, goes to Lisa's side and chats with the women who are
turning Lisa into a mindless, savage animal by simply...