The Annual Picnic, v2.0

I had seen the ad a few times before, but it never struck home like this time. A chill went up my spine as I read it a second time. I couldn’t decide if I was repulsed, frightened, or turned on. Very odd, indeed. Especially when I felt that all too common wetness in my panties . . . “Young, attractive ladies wanted who are fascinated by barbeques. Oiled, broiled, boiled or spit roasted, your choice. Inquire by calling: xxxxxxx” But let me regress for a minute. Maybe then, you’ll understand better. About six months ago I was a few minutes late getting in to my office because of traffic. When I did arrive, I saw a group of my co-workers standing around Suzi’s cubicle, watching something on her computer monitor. “What’s going on?” I asked. “You won’t believe this, you really won’t believe it, it must be a put-on or something,” Jeff from accounting said in a bewildered voice. “Play it again for DeeDee,” he asked. Here is what I recall: The monitor crackled to life. On the screen was Suzi, looking beautiful, radiant, and so magnificently happy. She was standing in what appeared to be a wooded area with a large picnic setup behind her. Her hair was done beautifully, her makeup impeccable and so sexy. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans hot pants and a tight, cut off titty top. Around her neck was a heavy, rough iron collar, with a large ring attached that seemed to be riveted onto her. Likewise, her wrists and ankles were similarly adorned with heavy, wide, iron cuffs with attaching rings that also seemed to be riveted on. In the background, a large iron cauldron stood above an iron stand with a wood fire underneath it. To her right was a bed of red hot coals with two heavy stanchions, one at each end of the fire pit and what seemed to be a spit turning mechanism and motor. Several naked, leather hooded men stood around her and were busy attending to some details in the background. One large, ominous looking man was standing next to Suzi, naked except for his hood, with a huge engorged cock, and holding a heavy chain attached to her collar. “Hi guys!” beamed Suzi as the camera panned back to her. “I won’t be in to the office today, (giggle, giggle) or ever again, for that matter,” she chuckled. “You see, I saw this ad in the paper again this week and I had to call and find out what it was about. You know that I have weird fantasies and that I tend to talk about them a lot.” Suzi held up a torn-out copy of the ad that I had just read. “This fellow here answered the phone. I asked him what this was all about. He told me in a matter-of-fact voice that I was going to be the next participant in their semi-annual picnic. He told me that the subliminal message in the ad indicated that I was ready for this day, and that I would volunteer willingly to be raped over and over, prepared to their satisfaction, and then cooked alive in a manner of my own choosing.” Suzi finished. “I thought he was crazy. I hung up the phone with a bang and walked out of the room in disgust .I cursed under my breath for being so gullible,” “Then it happened. A few hours later, I felt so terrible horny I could not believe it. I went to the ladies room at work, sat down in a stall and started to masturbate myself over and over. I could not get the conversation out of my mind, I was so sexually hot that I had to leave work early Friday and go home to finish myself off, which took most of the rest of the day to accomplish.” ‘Then, late that night, I called the number once again. I had to, I could not stop myself. When the phone was answered, the voice knew it was me. He just said, “Hello, Suzi, you are ready now, aren’t you?” “Yes, I am, Master. What am I to do, now?” I asked. “Will it hurt, Master? Will I be awake, or what?” “That is completely up to you, my dear. You may either decide to feel the magnificently painful ordeal in its entirety, or you may decide to take advantage of our medical teams ability to give you nerve blocking agents and euphoria inducing drugs that will all but eliminate the pain until the end is near, and put you in a state of unbelievable sexually charged euphoria and complete consciousness throughout most of the procedure, it’s all up to you, my love.” he said in a calming voice. “How long will I be awake until I . . .” he cut me off. “We can discuss that later, you don’t need to make any decisions right now. Go to sleep, rest and dream sweet dreams. Tomorrow, get your hair done the way you love it. Give yourself at least three enemas to clean you completely, select your clothes and think about your choices that I have described. On Sunday morning at 8:00A.M, a limousine will pick you up. Have your hair done, makeup finished, do not eat breakfast, and make sure that you have your behind plugged with a suitably large, glass butt plug. Please do not keep the driver waiting. There is nothing else you need to do. We will attend to everything.” he finished. I hung up; it felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. “Saturday morning I awoke feeling more alive and energized than I had ever felt before. I was on a cloud, smiling and happy like never before. I did as instructed; you see my new hair-do. I picked out these killer shorts and this tiny top and platform, strappy heels. I finished my other instructions and bought myself a nice pink glass butt plug, that I am wearing right now, it feels great!” “I went to a movie then came home and fell asleep like a baby, I made a few choices and at 8:00 A.M. sharp, the limo was out front. So, here I am now making this video for you all. I met Master, right here. He is so nice and kind to me. He helped my get fitted for these very heavy and strong steel cuffs and collar that I am wearing. They are riveted together, so that no matter what happens, I cannot escape if I panic or something.” “I met another girl, her name is Tina, she is only 17 and is very beautiful, you’ll see her soon, I am told. She is now being prepared, like I will soon be. I watched as she was raped over and over by a large group of the hooded guards. She moaned and groaned with such pleasure that I nearly orgasmed just watching her being ass and pussy fucked over and over. Don’t feel sad for me, I have never felt more happy nor alive than I do right now. I have chosen to be drugged, I received a massive dose of a nerve blocking drug just before I started to make this video, I am so excited and sexually charged that I cannot stand it. The euphoria inducing drugs are wonderful; I am so excited and turned on right now that I cannot describe it.” “Tina however, I am told has chosen not to be drugged, she will be feeling every bit of the procedure, and may not remain conscious too long, but she begged for this, and Master has agreed. She too is chained and bound, and my need more attention than I will.” With that, the camera panned over to a tent in the background. A very beautiful, thin, tall girl with jet black mid back length hair was being led out by the chain attached to her wide, iron neck collar, which was the full length of her neck, from her ears to her shoulders. Her steel ankle cuffs were chained together with a very short chain so that she could only take small, halting steps. Her wrists were cuffed and chained together in front of her. She was totally naked, and her pussy was shaved clean. She turned and smiled at the camera, trying to wave with her chained hands. The two hooded attendants were leading her to where the large iron cauldron was set up. A wide, step-ladder was set up against the side of it and several hooded men stood around the ladder. A small, heavy duty table was set up near the ladder and was padded with bright red leather. As the girl approached the cauldron, she was ushered to the side of the table. One of her guards put his hand on her back, and she willingly bent over the table and spread her legs as far as she could. Then it happened, the dozen or so hooded men stood at both ends of the table. One by one, they took turns fucking her from the rear, and fucking her throat as she lay against the table. She said nothing; she only moaned and groaned with the throws of sexual passion. It was her second round of rapes, and she loved every second of it. The camera panned in on her as she stood back up. Cum ran from her shaven pussy and flowed from her lips as she was helped to the ladder. A hooded guard helped her up and into the cauldron. The water was waist deep and was getting warmer as the guard stood next to her. He bent down and took the end of a chain that was fastened to the center of the cauldron’s bottom and held it up. It was just long enough to reach her collar’s attaching ring. The guard locked the chain to the collar and walked to the ladder to get out of the heating water. The guard stopped and turned back to her. He took a thick rubber ball gag off the side of the cauldron and placed it into her mouth, fastening the strap tightly behind her neck, and making sure that the ball was seated deeply in her mouth so that she could not push it out with her tongue. “This will make it easier,” he said in a low voice. She nodded “Thank you.” As the guard stepped off the ladder onto the ground, his entire lower body was red. The water was obviously getting hotter by the minute. Tina stood there, passive. She didn’t move for several minutes, and then she started to moan through the ball gag. The heat was getting to her, and the pain was starting to take hold. As the steam began to rise from the water, she amazingly dug her cuffed hands deep into her pussy and began to masturbate herself wildly. Tina seemed to climax several times, each time she let out a moan and nearly fell into the water as her body weakened. Her cries of pleasure began to seem more like cries of pain, she was obviously in trouble, and considerable pain from the near boiling water. Then, the guard was heard yelling at her, “Sit down, it will make it easier for you.” She turned toward him and looked unsure. He repeated, “Sit down on the seat-ledge on the side of the cauldron; it will make it so much easier for you than standing.” Tina stood motionless for a few seconds, and then she looked at the crowd around her and managed a furtive smile. She stepped backwards to the side of the pot and sat down, submerging her body up to her chin. She cried out from the super hot water now engulfing her entire being. Seconds later, her head fell to her right shoulder as she slipped below the water. The camera then panned to Suzi once again. “Well, guys, I guess it’s almost my turn,” she happily stated. With that, two more guards approached her, each carrying a large, curved knife. The first guard, still holding her neck chain turned to her and said, “You’re right, it’s time.” Then the burly guard took his knife and slid it down into the front of her skin-tight, latex micro shorts, he turned the blade outward, and with one quick motion, slit the shorts wide open, causing them to fall to the ground. Visible from inside of the remains of the latex shorts was the attached 8 inch dildo that had been impaling her soaking wet pussy. Them, he repeated the task by sliding the knife between her heaving breasts and slit her sheer, white silk top open, it too hit the ground, leaving her naked and visibly excited. “Oh. God, this is real, isn’t it?” she cried out. “Very much so, now come with me,” the guard said as he yanked her chain pulling her toward the awaiting, red leather covered table. He walked to the opposite end of the table and pulled her chain tight. Suzi dropped onto her chest as her arms were pulled tightly across the table. A guard then spread her legs wide apart and motioned to the gathered crowd of guards to approach her. The ritual of fucking all her holes repeatedly was begun, as it had been for Tina. Suzi cried out in passion as she was invaded by man after man, her body was no longer hers, it was simply a pleasure toy being used by her captors, and she loved every second of it. I lost count of the men that had her, but it was many more than Tina had enjoyed. Suzi lay there, exhausted but electrified by her rape. The euphoria drugs had kicked in, and she was riding the wave of ecstasy. “Fuck me, Fuck me,” she cried out time after time. They obliged her, until there were no more men left able to impale her holes. Suzi lay there, panting, trying to regain her composure. Her euphoria was broken as she turned her head to the left, where she saw her first guard carrying a polished stainless-steel pole about ten feet long, with one end pointed to a needle’s point. This was to be the final step in being cooked alive, the spit insertion. As he approached her, he stood in front of her and bent down to give her some instructions. “It’s time, my love. I will try to answer any questions you have, and tell you exactly what will happen to you, OK.” “Yes, sir,” she obediently answered. “First, I want you to know that the drugs you have received as working well by now. You should feel no pain, just some pressure as we go forth. I will first oil the pole to make it enter you easier. Then, I will go behind you and slip the pointed end into your pussy. It will go in about 8-9 inches until it stops. I will then ask you if you are sure that you want to continue. This will be your last chance to end this, after that, no stopping will be possible as you will be pierced by the spit pole, and cannot possibly survive if it is removed. Do you understand?” “Yes, master.” she purred. “Good, then, I will push the pole further in side of you. It will travel through your body, I will do my best to not hit any organs that would cause you harm. The spit will then stop once again at the base of your neck. At this point, a guard will ask you to open your mouth as wide as possible. This is very important that you do so. He will then hold your head back as far as he can, to place your mouth in direct line with the pole. I will then make the final push forward; the pole will enter your throat, and exit your mouth. You may not be able to breathe while this happens, but you will be able to once the pole exits your mouth, it is hollow and has many holes to allow you to gasp some air. Finally, we will slip bars onto the spit that will allow us to fasten your arms and legs firmly to the pole using the cuffs you now wear. This will keep you firmly in pace as the process continues. We want you to be in a straight line, so that you will be evenly distanced from the bed of coals, and that you will turn freely as the spit motor rotates you over the fire pit. Lastly, you will be covered from head to toe with olive oil, to baste you and keep your skin from burning. The basting will be repeated as the process goes forth. Then, once you are ready, you will be carried to the pit and placed on the stanchions you see. The rotator will be attached and your ordeal of being coked alive will begin.” “Do you understand completely, and agree to proceed?” “Oh, Yes sir. I do.” she cried out, with small tears in her eyes. He kissed her face lightly and proceeded to take his position behind her. Two guards fastened wide leather straps around her body, pinning her to the table to insure that she would not move during the impaling. He spread her legs as far apart as he could, he took the pole and gently inserted it into her soaking wet pussy, pushing it in 8 inches, to the limit of its length. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Yes, master,” she answered softly. “Take a deep breath, hold it and push down as hard as you can,” he instructed. With both hands firmly on the pole, he pushed inward. He felt and heard the ‘pop’ as it entered her torso. She let out a small cry as she felt the invasion of her body. He continued working the spit inward, using his deft skills to avoid any internal organs, she was wonderful, she did not cry out of panic. Her actions were typical; she was orgasming over and over as the spit continued its path. Her clit was exploding with sensations; the pole rubbing it drove her insane with lust. The drugs were making her cum in one, huge, unending climax. She was experiencing the climax to end all climaxes; she deserved it, and was getting the full treatment. He stopped just short of her neck; the next step was to be the last step. He told her to enjoy her lust. He held the pole rigid as she moved her hips furiously up and down fucking the pole with fervor like no other. She came endlessly, her body slowed after several minutes. He motioned with his eyes to the guard standing at her head. He knew the signals from heart. He placed his hands on each side of her head, and told her to open her mouth as far as she possibly could do. She complied as he bent her head as far back as it could possibly go. He bent down and whispered into her ear, “This is the last step, my dear. You will not be able to speak after this, is there anything you want to say before we continue.” She said, “Yes, How long can I last on the pole?” “That’s up to you, we can make it very fast, or prolong it for you, anywhere from 5 to 20 minutes is possible.” “Will it be painful for me,” she asked. “We are not sure, but it seems that yes, at the very beginning of being placed over the coals and at the very end it is quite painful, I won’t lie to you.” “Then, please make it as long as possible, will you do that for me?” she begged. He nodded yes, and motioned to the guard with the pole. He held it tightly and pushed with all his might. Quickly, the spit protruded from her open mouth. The guards grabbed the support bars, slid them onto the spit pole and rapidly fastened her wrists and ankles to them, to insure that she would not slip as the spit rotated. Her arms were tucked next to her body, and her knees fastened to a third support. She was ready to go. She looked into the guards eyes with lust and euphoria. She was still trying to hump the pole, even with her bindings holding her steady. Next, a guard took a gallon bottle of olive oil and poured it all over her, from head to toe, this would baste her nicely, they picked the pole up and turned her over, repeating the oiling. She was now ready to go. With her eyes covered with oil, she was unable to see clearly, or speak, but she heard him say that, “This is it, we are ready to go now.” They picked the pole up, and carried her to the waiting pit of red hot coals. They placed the pole with Suzi on it, into the stanchions and attached the rotator. Suzi was now slowly turning over and over. I could still see her trying to hump the pole as she was cooking, alive! The video ended abruptly. I could not put my mind at ease all day; I found it impossible to work. About an hour later, I had to go to the ladies room. I found a secluded stall and pulled my panties down. I hungrily dug my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and fingered myself to three crashing orgasms. I was so terribly turned on by seeing my best work-friend being tortured so willingly. That night, I rushed home and again masturbated myself over and over as I recalled the tape in my mind. Then, about 11 PM my phone rang. It was Cindy, another work-friend. “Hi, you saw that video, didn’t you?” she asked. “Yes, I sure did.” “I know, I was in the ladies room the same time you were. I heard you cum,” she added. I was shocked, what do you say at a time like this? “It’s Ok,” Cindy added. “I was getting off too. I could not stand it, I was so hot.” “I know, but I can’t understand why it is making me so crazy, I can’t stop masturbating, I must have climaxed a million times so far.” I said. “Me too . . . I need to talk with you, can I come over?” she asked. “Now? It’s late.” I answered. “Yes, I need to be with you and talk, I’ll be there in ten minutes, OK?” she asked. I was always attracted to Cindy, although I’m not a lesbian, I did feel something sexual for her. I hurried around the apartment tidying up, and slipped into my favorite black baby- doll nighty and frilly panties, and a pair of platform ankle strap, “fuck me” heels. I added some neon pink lip-gloss and eye shadow, and I was ready. The door bell rang minutes later. I opened the door to see Cindy standing there, hair and makeup all done to perfection, and wearing a long plastic rain coat, odd, because it wasn’t raining. I brought her inside and offered to take her coat; she slipped out of it to reveal that she was not wearing any clothes, just a pair of heels, and a heavy steel collar on her neck. I looked at her in a stunned manner, not expecting her to be naked, and then it hit me. “OH my God, that’s the same collar that Suzi was wearing in the video . . .” I shrieked. “Yes, it is,” she said very calmly. “I went home and looked in the paper again and saw the same ad that I had seen before. I called the number and all I recall is that I said “YES” and then an hour later, a man showed up at my place, gave me lots of papers to sign, slipped this collar on my neck and locked it. He gave me a piece of paper with lots of instructions on it and left.” She mumbled. “You mean that you are . . .” she cut me off mid sentence. “Yes, on Saturday morning at 8A. M.” she replied. “But this it Thursday night already,” I replied. “You’re right; I only have tomorrow before I am to be cooked alive. Will you spend the rest of my time with me, please? I don’t want to be alone now.” she cried. “Of course, I will, you don’t need to ask, stay with me, I’ll be there for you 100%.,” I assured her. I threw my arms around her neck and kissed her passionately, I had never before had another woman, but it seemed so right. We melted together and spent the next hour devouring each others bodies. I made the post passionate love that I had ever experienced. I was so in love with her that it hurt. Cindy got up from the bed first and retrieved her bag. She came back to the bed where I was getting myself together and standing back up. “I have a surprise for you, can I blindfold you for a minute?” she asked coyly. “Sure, why not?” I answered, I felt stirrings again, blindfolded? Kinky! Cindy took a blindfold from my dresser top and put it on me. I felt very sexy all of a sudden. Then, I felt her hands on my neck. Very kinky, I thought to myself. The next thing I recall was the feeling of something closing tightly on my neck and a loud ‘click’. It was cold, and heavy. She removed the blindfold. I was now wearing the same heavy, polished, stainless steel collar she was! “What the fuck?” I said in shock. “I’m sorry,” Cindy replied, “But the man seemed to know all about you, and gave me the collar for you, just in case you wanted to join me. He said that you were very beautiful and that he knew all about your interest and that you were going to be part of this eventually, so I took it.” “Did he happen to give you the key?” I asked. “No, I didn’t think to ask,” Cindy said. “Well, that’s OK I guess. I’ll just have to join you in your ordeal Saturday. I have long fantasized about this and now it will be our reality, together for the last time ever. . . . Now, can I see the instructions he gave you?” Cindy nearly exploded with happiness, she grabbed me and kissed me all over, we hugged and held each other for so long. “When do we have to choose our procedures?” I asked. “Tomorrow, he said we can both do the same if we want, and be together from beginning to end,” Cindy happily offered. “Do you know what you want?” I asked. “Oh, yes, I already chose to be gang fucked, spitted and cooked over a bed of red hot coals on a spit barbeque while very much alive.” Cindy answered in a matter of fact voice. “They do have some new choices, he told me about,” she added. “They now have slow, erotic, pull-up hanging, or sitting, strapped inside of what looks like an old steam cabinet, with a huge dildo-cooking element inside your pussy, being steamed from the outside and microwave cooked from the inside out at the same time. Only your head is outside of the cabinet, so you are conscious nearly all the time!” “Yes, I saw that on TV last week, it looks so erotic, the girl in question elected to be half-cooked in the cabinet then spitted and barbequed while still conscious to the finish.” I added. “I heard that when the microwaves hit your clit, you explode in multiple, crashing orgasms that don’t stop, and that they put special electrodes on your nipples to make them feel unbelievably erotic as they are being cooked.” “And, we can be spit cooked while we are still awake too?” Cindy asked. “Yes, that is what I understand. They will take you out of the cabinet while you are still awake and able to move, then spit you and finish you off on the barbeque. Do you want to do it with me, I’m hot already just thinking about it.” “OK, let’s go for it together,” she said. The rest of the night was spent by them making every possible kind of love to each other, neither of them got a seconds sleep, but it wouldn’t matter, this was their last night together, ever. The next morning, the girls got up, showered, did their last enemas and picked out their highest and sexiest platform shoes for this special day. They opted to not wear any clothing; after all, it wouldn’t matter anyway. The limousine arrived exactly at 8:00 A.M., as they were told. The driver came to the door with two pair of handcuffs and cuffed them both. “Just a precaution, in case you freak out,” he said. “Thank you for being so thoughtful,” they said in unison. Once they were securely cuffed, he took two leather harnesses out of the car and had them each step into one. The harness contained a very large and thick dildo which impaled their pussies and forced them wide open. Once they were securely attached, he clicked a button on a remote and very powerful vibrators imbedded in the dildos started to roar into action. Immediately, the girls felt the powerful sexual energy build within them. Next, he took two ball gags out of the car and stuck them deep into their mouths, silencing them completely. Hanging from the gag strap was a pair of small chains with alligator clips with a sharp pin in the center of each clip. He clipped them carefully to their nipples, sending shock waves through them. The final touch was a set of very heavy polished steel ankle cuffs with locks and a short chain attaching them together. Once on their legs, they could only take short, halting steps, a final way to insure their total compliance. The girls walked calmly to the car and sat down; this was their last ride together. They arrived at the fair at 8:45, just as they were told. The driver opened the rear door and helped them out. A cold chill went down Cindi’s spine. This was really it, not a dream or a fantasy. She was about to be repeatedly raped and then cooked alive. DeeDee looked at the driver and asked for a few minutes alone with Cindi. He shook his head and left them after removing their ball gags, but leaving all the other restraints intact. DeeDee dropped to her knees and licked and sucked Cindi’s pussy like a wild woman. Cindi moaned and groaned with ecstasy, she climaxed and then squirted a big flood of piss allover DeeDee’s face. DeeDee hungrily put her mouth against Cindi’s pussy and swallowed as much as she possibly could. She then got back up and Cindi returned the favor, DeeDee finished quickly, cumming with a loud moaning cry, as she too filled her mouth with piss. The girls kissed hungrily and wished that they had discovered their love earlier, and their passion for piss drinking. The driver came back shortly with another man and reattached their ball gags. They then slowly walked the girls to the spot where the cabinets were set up. Reality was here, this was it. They could see the spitting area close by, with gleaming stainless steel spits standing tall next to the preparation table. The coals of the cooking pit glowing bright red in anticipation of their arrival. Both girls were led to the preparation table; they willingly bent over the table and were quickly strapped down. Their butt plugs were roughly removed and a parade of hooded guards approached them. The girls turned their heads to see each other, as the first guard spread Cindi’s legs and jammed his huge cock deep into her ass. Within seconds, DeeDee felt her backside being impaled with a huge black cock ass well. Both girls moaned as well as they could due to the ball gags stuck deep into their mouths. Their ass fucking session went on for over an hour, man after man invaded them, filling their virgin asses, and steaming hot pussies with cum load after cum load. Their legs were soaked with huge gobs of dripping sperm, as they lay there drifting into sub space from their overload of pleasure. The girls were filled and the men were finished. They soon felt the straps that had bound them being released. They were helped to stand up, their legs shaking from the wonderful ordeal. “OK girls, time to get into your cabinets, the picnic is starting at 2:00 pm, and you both will need to be fully cooked and ready by then.” He walked the girls to the cabinets; they were large white fiberglass boxes with the fronts hinged to open like a car door. The top had a hole that was about neck size, with a big rubber gasket around it. The guard opened the front door of the cabinet, inside was a small polished steel seat with a huge silver perforated metal cylinder protruding upward. It was about ten inches long and over two inches wide with a domed top. The sides of the cabinet had steel rings to attach the girls wrist cuffs to, and the floor had similar rings for their ankles. A wire attached to a spring clamp dangled inside of the cabinet, and several small nozzles were arranged throughout the cabinet. On the top of the cabinet, in full view of the occupant was a temperature gauge and a timer, enabling the victim to see how long she was cooking. “OK, who goes first?” asked the guard. “Me,” yelled out Cindi, with all the anticipation of a kid on Christmas. The guard then removed her hand cuffs and then removed DeeDee’s as well. “I usually do the basting before you enter the cabinet, but you two have been such great girls that you may baste each other. That bucket is full of olive oil and a big soft sponge. Have at it.” he said. The girls took turns covering each other from head to toe with olive oil, they left no spot untouched. They made sure that even their faces and hair were fully covered. The guard then handed Cindi a cylindrical sponge on a stick. “You know what this is for, right?” he asked. “Sure do,” DeeDee retorted. She took the sponge, dipped it in the oil and stuck it far up Cindi’s pussy, making sure it was fully oiled. She then handed it to DeeDee who returned the favor, oiling Cindi’s pussy until it was dripping oil. The guard then tool Cindi by the hands and turned her around to face him. “Now, just let me do the work, you’ll back up until I tell you to stop, then you will sit down on the probe until it fully enters you, understand? It’s large and might hurt for a second, but the oil will help lots.” Cindi looked terribly excited, and was shaking all over, even though she was at the precipice of her fate, she was sexually excited to near orgasm. She took the guards hands and slowly backed up until she was told to step into the cabinet, which she did. She then was ordered to stop and begin to sit. She gasped for a second and slowly lowered her body onto the cold steel microwave element. As it touched her lips, she shook for a second, and then sat down fast, ramming it into her tight pussy. She gasped and let out a soft moaning sound as it hit bottom. The guard then quickly took her shackled ankles and clipped each one to a hook on the cabinet’s floor. He then took each wrist and likewise attached them to the cabinet sides. She was gasping for breath as she was so terribly hot, she could hardly control herself. He then took a wide fiberglass strap that was attached to the side of the cabinet and laid it across her lap. He put it in the buckle and pulled it very tightly. Cindi could hardly breathe, it was so tight. “Don’t want you to fall out,” he laughed. “Now, this will hurt, but just for a short time, so take a deep breath and hold it when I say so.” he ordered. He then took up the wire that was hanging in the cabinet; it was a temperature probe and needed to be inserted to make sure the cooking was just right. The end of the probe was sharp; needle like and about 4 inches long. He took her left tit in his hand and squeezed it tightly. She gasped as he grabbed her. Then, with one swift motion, he took the probe and jammed it into her breast until it was fully inserted. Cindi let out a blood curdling scream, which only gave the guards a laugh. The cabinet door was then shut and locked. “Next,” he joked. DeeDee wasn’t to sure about this, she hadn’t been told of all that had just happened, but she had no choice. The guard grabbed her hands and started to push her backwards into the cabinet. Quickly, she was sitting down, strapped and cuffed with the huge element violating her pussy. When the guard took up the probe, she cried out “NO,” But with no avail. He once again grabbed her tit and jammed the probe far into her tender flesh. She screamed and cried out, however the guards were unnerved by her cries. “Oh, yes, please fuck my other tit with another one, I want to feel the exquisite pain again,” she cried out. They looked at each other, not knowing what to do. No one ever wanted to be probed a second time. “OK, if that’s what you want,” he said, and turned to grab another probe. “Please stick it in slowly, and fully,” she moaned. The guard obliged, he took the sharp probe and slowly pushed it deep into her breast until it was nearly gone. DeeDee cried and cried, screaming most of the time, but was also obviously orgasming. He then kissed her on the lips ever so gently and closed the cabinet door. “Ready, girls?” he asked. DeeDee looked over to Cindi and mouthed, “I Love you, Cindi” They then shook their heads to indicate ‘Yes’. He then reached to the top of the cabinets and pushed a large green button on each one. The cabinets emitted a sound as they came to life. Instantly, the girls began to moan and groan as the microwave energy hit their clits, causing extreme feelings of passion, causing nearly instant and continuous orgasms to hit them. The idea that they had just voluntarily allowed themselves to be placed in devices that would literally cook them alive never hit home until now. Cindi began to shake and cry. She realized that this was to be her last day, maybe her last hour. DeeDee was riding the waves of unending bliss, feeling every nerve in her body respond to the microwave energy, she was in an endless cycle of orgasm, and was nearly passing out from the pleasure overload. She happened to look at the temperature gauge; the cabinet temperature was now nearly 135 degrees, and rising. She felt wet, and so terribly hot allover, the cabinet had nozzles that were allowing steam to slowly enter, cooking them as well as the microwaves. “How are you doing, Cindi?” she asked. Cindi shook her head, “Yes” and said something, but she could not hear it over the sound of the crowd watching the spitting of another young and apparently very unwilling girl nearby. Time flew by, the clock said 20 minutes had elapsed, and they were both still conscious, but very weak feeling and with less and less pleasure from the element as time progressed. Cindi also was feeling very weak, and wanted desperately to sleep, but she could not allow herself to do so. The temperature in her box was now nearly 165 degrees, and she was so terribly hot that she was having lots of trouble breathing. She desperately wanted water, so did DeeDee. Who was begging for a drink. The guard returned at 22 minutes, and shook his head, “NO,” no water for them. “But, I feel a lot of bubbling inside of me, everything feels funny and bubbly,” Cindi said. “Girls, you are being cooked alive, your body temperature is nearing a boil, if I give you water, your stomachs will explode inside of you, ruining you as food, you don’t want that, do you?” he admonished. “Now, it’s decision time, do you want to remain here in the cabinets until you are fully cooked, or do you want to be removed, have a long, sharp steel spit stuck through your pussy and come out of your mouth, and then barbequed over the lovely fire pit?” he asked. “Will being spitted and then cooking on the fire pit hurt terribly, or will we be unconscious first?” DeeDee asked. “I’ll be completely honest with you both, you have been fantastic subjects, yes, the spitting from what I have seen before is horrifically painful, like nothing else you can imagine. “Does it take long to be spitted, I see the young girl over there screaming and fighting very hard to get away,” DeeDee asked. “Well, that is a special case; she is only 16 years old, and apparently very obstinate. Her parents were very upset with her. She failed a class in mathematics at school, so they sold her to the organization as food for the picnic today. I guess she is not too happy about it. Once we have her strapped down, and the guards are finished raping her, it will go quickly.” he answered in a matter of fact voice. “They have requested a very long, drawn out spitting ritual, and a slow barbequing for her as they desire her to be awake and alert as long as possible, even up to her serving to the guests.” “Oh, well, how long will we have once we are spitted, you know, I mean, will we be awake or...” her voice trailed off in a sleepy tone. “I understand,” the guard answered. “You will most probably still be conscious, the spitting will not take too long, and the person doing it is very skilled. You will not have any vital organs punctured, only your vagina and stomach. You should remain alive for some time, up to a half hour or more, and have lots of time to fuck your clit on the cold steel spit as you are riding it. Your arms and legs will be tied to supports we will slide on the spit after you are impaled. They will keep you steady and rotating over the coals, nothing is left to chance.” he said. “I’ll go for it!” Cindi yelled out. “Just one request, can we make the spitting last as long as possible, please?” “Of course, for you girls, anything you want. Now, as for the fire pit, do you want it to go quickly or not? It’s up to you how close you are to the coals.” “Fast, please, I don’t want to slowly cook, I want it to be very fast, OK?” she begged. “Of course, a good choice, now let’s get you started.” he finished as he unlocked the cabinet, unlocked her ankle and wrist cuffs and helped her step out. DeeDee was amazed at how Cindi looked, her tits were at least three times their normal size, leaking milk at an alarming rate, her belly was swollen and her entire body was bright red. She could only guess that inside her cabinet, she looked the exact same way. She said nothing as Cindi was helped to walk to the spitting area. Cindi looked back at DeeDee, smiled a furtive smile and mouthed, “I love you,” once again. DeeDee only shook her head and smiled. “And for you, my dear?” asked the guard. “I’ll stay here, I don’t want to change, OK?” she asked. “Of course, anything you desire. We will have to make some changes to finish cooking you here. We need to remove the rubber ring around your neck and place a glass cylinder over your head to keep the steam and heat in for the time needed to finish cooking you. The heat will increase quickly and the cabinet will fill with steam, you won’t be able to see out of the cylinder then. You should fall asleep quickly, the end will be peaceful and rather quick, but unfortunately, quite excruciatingly painful.” “That’s Ok, it’s not like I have a choice, right?” she said jokingly. “You’re amazing, what a girl, too bad we are cooking you today, you could have been fun.” The guard slipped the rubber gasket ring out of the neck hole and then took a glass cylinder with a closed top, placed it over the hole around her neck and turned it tightly on so that nothing would escape. He blew a kiss to DeeDee, she returned it. He then turned to the cabinet’s top panel and pushed three buttons. At once the steam quantity changed considerably, the cabinet filled in seconds, causing the cylinder to haze over. DeeDee was hardly able to catch a breath as the steam was filling her lungs with red hot water vapor. The microwave element was switched to “HIGH”, causing huge amounts of energy to flow into her body, causing violent shaking and orgasmic contractions at an amazing rate. Her entire body was one gigantic nerve ending, and it was in overload. Her screams and moaning could be herd everywhere. Soon, her thoughts began to drift back to days of her childhood. Then, her mind went black and she was no more. A small tear flowed from the eye of the hardened guard as he gently lifted her body from the cabinet and placed it on a stainless steel cart, destined for the serving area. She would not get to see her lover, Cindi, as she was spitted, screaming and climaxing over and over as the hardened steel shaft impaled her nubile, young body, causing her to climax as she tried as hard as she could to move up and down on the shaft to fuck herself as she lay there waiting, basted and ready to barbeque. Her turn over the fire pit was next; soon, she too would be food for the masses.

A Dolcett Theme Story for Those That Enjoy It.

Lisa got up extra early, today was special, and she couldn’t sleep. Her life for the first 18 years had been fantastic. She was lucky to be born beautiful, thin, blonde, and sexy. She excelled in school, and had a myriad of friends, both male and female. Today you see, is her 19th birthday, couple that with the fact that toady is New Year’s Day, 2525. Last night was so much fun, she partied the night away with her friends, got a bit tipsy, and made sure to explore her sexuality to its fullest. Walking to the bathroom, she glanced into her mirror and saw that her collar was not yet lit up. A good thing, she thought, maybe she had more time before she was called to serve. Every young girl is fitted with her own personal stainless steel collar on their 17th birthday, just to get them used to having it on their necks. The wide, tightly fit collar is not removable; somehow the shiny special steel alloy cannot be cut, drilled, or bent. Once the fitting is done, it fuses together for life. In the center of the collar is a small, bright red LED lamp that can be illuminated by those in power. Once lit, it is the girl’s duty to report to the address they are given within 3 hours. If not, the enforcers can hunt them down. She had never known anyone that had tried to run, but she was told that the consequences were terrible at best. This does not usually happen, as the girls are indoctrinated to accept this as part of their lives and duty to the State. They don’t exactly know what their duty is, but it must be important, she thought, because of all the indoctrination and examinations that go on. On their 18th birthday, they are summoned for a complete physical examination, a very intrusive one that includes a full tutorial on their sexuality, and State approved male surrogates that penetrate and fill every orifice with their seed. Six months later, she would receive another check up, and more indoctrination, including mental conditioning by powerful hypnotherapy that is induced as they are chemically put asleep. She had undergone this session and remembered nothing, but being sore and groggy when she awoke. Lisa dressed as she would any other day, she chose hot pink leather micro shorts that fitted so tightly she had to lie on her bed and yank them up. A matching hot pink leather bustier top and her favorite pair of crotch high platform ballet boots. She had learned to walk easily in these, their 8-inch spike heels clicked seductively as she moved. Her steps were measured, and taken on her toes as no other part of her foot touched the ground. It took so long to lace them up, that she almost missed breakfast. Breakfast today consisted of the same liquid nourishment that she had lived on for the last two weeks. It had been provided by the State too, as part of her last physical. She had been told to drink this only for two weeks, no solid foods. There must have been a good reason, and she did not question it, like a good citizen. Besides, she thought, her figure had blossomed in the last month; she now had a 36D bra, a 22-inch waist, and 37-inch hips. Quite erotic, she thought. Kissing her parents goodbye, she left the house to go to her best girlfriend’s house for as shopping day. She arrived at Tanya’s home in a short while, Tanya had just finished dressing, and her powder blue latex catsuit accented every inch of her nubile young body. The attached gloves added to the eroticism of the outfit, something not lost on her inner feelings. She was soaking wet already, the dildo panties that she had on under her catsuit were already doing their job in driving her crazy as they impaled her virgin ass. They sent rivulets of dripping love juices down her legs. Her waist was tightly cinched by a black and blue latex waist cincher that matched her spike heeled knee high boots. Spending their Birthdays together had become a special part of their friendship, and today was not to be any different. Since their meeting three years earlier, they had been inseparable, like sisters. Tanya, you see, is a very special girl, she is a special breeder. She was born with a lovely she-cock that provided her and Lisa with so many exciting interludes. If they did something, it was together or not at all. That included sharing the occasional boyfriend and each other as well. As they were preparing to leave for the mall, Tanya’s lamp illuminated. The bright red light was unmistakable. Tanya seemed shocked; Lisa held her and comforted her as best she could. “You know it was coming, don’t worry, it will be just fine,” Lisa told her. Then, Lisa’s light came on... The girls looked at each other and felt somehow comforted, together, they would be just fine. No problems they thought. Getting into Lisa’s car they drove to the appointed address. Hardly a word was said other than small talk. Arriving at the address which had been implanted into their memories, they were met by a valet that took her car and directed them to the correct door to enter. As they walked towards the door the spike heel ballet boots that Lisa was wearing clicked away in their staccato tone against the concrete walkway. Holding each other’s hand, they opened the door and were directed to a room at the end of the corridor. A woman sat at a desk just inside of the room along with a guard. The woman took a barcode reader and held it to each girl’s collar. “Good,” she said, “You were very prompt.” Looking the girls over, she looked up and down at their bodies and noted, “Your boots are fantastic looking; you walk excellently in them...that will help you.” The guard ushered the girls into the next room where about two dozen other young ladies were standing. Again, their bar codes were read, only this time, the woman looked at Lisa and said, “Grade A, Prime.” Looking at Tanya she told the guard, “A Prime also, but a special breeder as well.” The other girls had already been ordered to remove their clothes, but leave their shoes on, and were doing so. Some were crying, some were very nervous, and one or two were very relaxed. Odd, Tanya thought to herself, what’s there to worry about? The girls were ordered to strip, and did so without hesitation. Handcuffs were being applied to many of the girls in front of Lisa and Tanya as they were being lead out of the room single file. “Where are they going?” Lisa asked inquisitively. “The plant,” said the woman behind the desk. Nothing more, nothing less was mentioned. “Where are we being sent,” Tanya inquired. “The Palace,” she was told. With that, the guard took each girl and placed a small length of chain in the ring on the back of their collars and fixed the other end of the chain to rings on the wall above their heads. The chains were quite tight, and did not allow for any movement. “Get used to it,” the woman barked out at them. The guard took what looked like a garden sprayer with a pump up handle and hose attached and after a few pumps of the handle, stuck the wand on the end of the hose into Tanya’s virgin ass and pulled the trigger, shooting something into her. “What’s that?” she asked. “Disinfectant and meat tenderizer,” he answered. She laughed at the reply. Repeating his duty on Lisa’s pussy, the girls stood there dripping. Whatever the fluid was, it stung a bit, but left a tingly feeling that they both liked. They were asked if they had followed the diet of blue fluid as they were instructed. They both answered yes and the woman shook her head in approval. The guard then took two suppositories about 6 inches long and unceremoniously stuck one in each girl’s virgin ass. The objects were cool, and other than being a bit fat, they felt quite nice. Time moved forward and the suppositories were melting quite rapidly; they girls were beginning to feel quite calm, very compliant, and a bit horny. “It’s normal,” the woman said without being asked anything. She could read the girls expressions like a book. She had seen it all many times before. The guard took the girls down from their chained restraints and like the others, handcuffed them behind their backs and led them to a waiting car. The ride to the palace was long and tiring, the girls fell asleep for some time, and then a bump and they were being rousted from their sleep. “Time to get moving,” a new girl told them. “Get out of the car and follow me.” Into the beautiful palace they walked. It was like no other place they had ever seen before. Immense, opulent, and beyond description were a few word to describe it. The girls were taken by a guard to their rooms. They were also beyond belief of their grandeur. They were uncuffed and told to rest up, tomorrow will begin their journey. Fantastic, they thought. Being tired from the long ride, the girls retired early, falling into each other’s arms, they repeated their vows of lust for each other, and again consummated their love by every means available to them. The morning came early, as the girls got very little sleep the night before allowing their love making to spend their sleep time. A guard opened the door and motioned to Tanya to come to him. “The King commands your presence,” she was told. She was taken away, leaving Lisa to her self. A second guard appeared and told her to follow him, which she did. She was taken outside to a beautiful swimming pool and terrace. “Your job for today is to get tanned,” she was told. She couldn’t believe her ears, but she could certainly do that! “I don’t suppose I get a bikini or anything, do I?” she asked. “No, you don’t,” she was abruptly told. “The King hates tan lines on his ladies.” Lisa lay down on the chaise and began her task of tanning. A maid arrived with a large bottle of fluid and began to rub it all over her body. “Tanning lotion,” she was told. It felt very nice, and it had a nice scent to it. “Not bad,” she thought, “Not bad at all.” The maid then took a rubber bag filled with the same blue fluid and hung it on a steel hook that was on a rolling IV stand. She took the hose from the bag, lubed the end of the large pink rubber nozzle that was on the end of the tube and inserted it into her virgin ass. She squirmed a bit, but did not fight the intrusion. Lisa asked how much was in the bag, she was told that it held one gallon, and that it would all be absorbed into her body. She would not feel the swelling, bloating, and cramps of the enemas that her parents gave her so often. The hours passed and Lisa was tanning nicely, not a single spot of burn, just nice even bronze tanning. Her skin felt wonderfully soft and moist as well. Lisa was happy. Tanya reappeared in a few hours. She looked absolutely spent, like she had run a marathon. Tanya recounted what had taken place as Lisa questioned her. Tanya described being taken into a bright white room, with a red leather table in the center. She was helped up onto the table, and studded leather cuffs were placed on her wrists, ankles, and matching wide leather belt placed around her waist. Bright chrome colored chains were fastened to each cuff and pulled tight, leaving no room for movement. A long, odd-looking machine was placed between her legs, and two straps were fastened to her thighs, and one to each calf. The machine was now firmly in place and would not move an inch. A steel rod was screwed into the machine with a long silicon dildo on the end; it was then slid into her rear filling her to the maximum length possible. She gasped out as the dildo was impaling her, and getting her very excited, as Tanya loved huge insertions, as they made her she-cock stand rigidly erect. Tanya had her own collection of play toys at home, dildos from 6 to 12 inched long, plugs that defied belief and a collection of vibrators that would make most ladies blush. “I was attached to the machine and fucked by it for nearly three hours,” she exclaimed. “Speeds from super slow to lightning fast, it wore me out, but the King was standing there for some time and he seemed to love it, so I am happy,” Tanya recounted. Lisa asked her if it made her hot, Tanya replied that after eight orgasms, she lost count, so it must have been good! Tanya lay down, and the maid came to her and applied her tanning lotion as she calmed down from her morning’s ordeal. This schedule was repeated for 6 days, the girls were tanned as bronze Goddesses; their skin was butter soft, moist and glistening. They felt wonderful, thinking, “This is some State duty,” to themselves. On the 7th day, the girls were treated to a change in routine. As they lay in the sun basking their bodies and soaking up the rays, they were each given IVs of a turquoise fluid in addition to the anal infusions that they were receiving. They were told it would enhance their bodies’ ability to tan, and that it was a secret formula being tested with the State’s approval. The girls were happy to oblige, and eagerly accepted the new treatments. As the days progressed, they started to feel a bit unusual. Tanya stubbed her toe while walking to the bath one evening, and it did not hurt. Lisa picked up a curling iron and it slipped into her hand. The hot element did not hurt at all, even though it left a bright red mark. The next afternoon, the girls were hard at work getting more bronze in color when the medical team came to check them out once again. Seeing Lisa’s hand, they questioned her at length about the accident. When she told them that it never hurt, she could see the excitement in their eyes. The Doctor took a pin from his shirt pocket and stuck it into Lisa’s thigh. Lisa jumped from instinct, but felt nothing. He repeated his examination by sticking her in the calve, stomach, arm, and finally the breasts. Nothing was felt. Finishing his exam, he increased the drip rate on both girls IVs and left. A short while passed when a nurse returned with two more IV bags for each girl. One was the familiar Turquoise color, the other a bright pink color. As the bags dripped into them, they both felt strangely warm, calm, and placid. Tanya noticed that she no longer had a sense of touch except for very pronounced objects, and since the treatments had started, her she-cock was always fully rigid. . Lisa said that she felt similar, but also had a sense of disconnection from her body; it was as if her limbs were not hers. As the bags finished, the girls were separated. Tanya was returned to the fucking machine for one more session; this time as she experienced each orgasm, the machine injected a syringe full of the King’s sperm into her, impregnating her. Tanya, as a special breeder, can become pregnant from anal insemination. This continued for nearly five hours without end. She lost count of the hundreds of orgasms she was forced to endure until she passed out. As she awoke, she was in her room alone, except for her nurse who explained to her that she was now a breeder, and would continue to bear children for the King until he lost pleasure for her. After that, she was told, your usefulness will be over and you will be reassigned to the food detail- as food! Lisa was helped up, as her ability to walk was severely limited. She was escorted to the preparation area as the sign on the door read. There, she was seated in what looked like an old-fashioned steam cabinet used for weight loss hundreds of years earlier, in the 1960's. As the cabinet door was opened, she was told to sit, placing her pussy on a large, shiny steel plug, about 10 inches long and 3 inches wide that was suspended on a rod coming from the floor of the cabinet. On the bottom of the plug was a heart shaped disc that would serve as her seat, holding her body up. Even with her sense of feel nearly gone, the impaling caused a stir within her that rippled from head to toe. Her hands were then strapped to steel rings that were on each side of the cabinet. “Kinky,” she thought. Her ankles were fitted to “Y” shaped straps that held her feet securely to the floor of the cabinet. As the help checked her bindings, she was told that soon she would be enclosed in the cabinet with the door shut. Only her head would be above the cabinet and would not experience any unusual feelings. As the door was swung shut and fastened closed, it fitted very tightly around her neck forming a watertight seal. She was then told that she would soon feel electric-like sensations coming from the plug that was impaled into her pussy. The feelings would be intensely pleasurable and orgasmic, and that they would increase as time went forward. She was told that after the first minute or so, she would begin to feel warm, and that the temperature would increase dramatically as time went on .The first feeling of the electric like shocks were already beginning to fill her cavity with their waves of sensual pleasure as she listened. It was explained to her that the tanning lotion that she had been coated with for nearly two weeks was actually a meat tenderizer...that they would keep her a beautiful bronze color and that she would not burn as she roasted to a sensational color and tenderness as she cooked. “Cooked?” she questioned. “Yes, my dear, the King has decreed that you are to be roasted and served alive, to be served as the centerpiece of his royal dinner this evening,” said the attendant. “The King only likes Grade “A” Prime, you know... and you certainly are the best we have seen all year.” He explained that the IVs she had were to keep her from experiencing pain, and to block any loss of blood as she was being prepared for the King’s annual State dinner. “It should only take about an hour to completely cook you,” he said. She did not panic or react badly... her years of indoctrination by the State had worked. “It’s getting very, very warm,” she said. “Not to worry, you will feel no pain Lisa. Very soon it will be much hotter than anything than you can imagine, but you will remain pain free and awake through the entire procedure. You see, Lisa, you are a very special girl, you are a feeder. From birth, you were destined to be used for food. You are also extremely lucky. The King only likes live food, so when you are fully cooked, you will be placed on a silver tray and wheeled into the dining room for the world’s leaders to see. You will be garnished and garlanded to the fullest ability of our Chef. Then, you will be carved by him and served to the gathered dignitaries. Rest assured that, only the sweetest and most tender parts will be taken. You will be fully awake, and you may speak with the diners as you are carved. Some of the diners may even ask your permission to have a special part of your body carved for them. You are encouraged to answer them, and give your permission. There will be no blood loss and absolutely no pain at all. No internal organs will be taken, only fleshy parts of your beautiful sensual body. Some may even ask you for permission to take those special cuts, like your beautiful breasts, your pussy lips, and so forth. Your interaction with the guests is very important.” “Then what will happen to me when they are finished with me, will I still be alive and conscious?” she asked in a sense of impending doom. “That’s why you are so lucky to be a grade “A” Prime girl. After dinner is finished, you will be wheeled to our regeneration clinic. You will continue your IV treatments, a series of special Neutron ray treatments then, within 24 hours, you will once again be whole and as good as new again.” He told her. “When you are fully recovered and regenerated, you will again be placed on the list of Grade “A” Prime girls, ready for the next special occasion.” Lisa listened intently, she pondered the strange new situation she was in and oddly found it very sensual. “It’s hotter in here than I have ever experienced, it’s almost beyond my tolerance,” she said. Placing the temperature gauge in her view, she saw that it read 250* “When it reaches 300*, you will be done and ready to serve,” he smiled and added. “I feel a strange bubbling feeling inside of me,” she added. “That’s OK,” he replied. “It’s your body fluids boiling; you are cooking from the inside out as well as the outside in. The probe in your pussy is not only a sex aid, but a microwave cooking element.” As he finished his explanation, he heard her cry out and moan deeply. “Are you in pain, my dear?” he asked.” “No,” she replied, “It was my 10th orgasm since we started this. Each one has gotten more intense, this was the best so far.” “Will you do me a favor?” she asked. “What is it, my child?” he answered. “Please turn the heat up all the way, right now. I want to feel it at it’s fullest.” He complied. The temperature gauge quickly climbed to 300*. She was moaning and crying until she nearly fainted. She felt heat unlike any that she could ever imagine, her entire body was bubbling and boiling as she sat there, suspended in the oven. Her sexual response was off the chart; she was deeply immersed in orgasmic throws. “Hotter,” she screamed out. “Hotter please!” She saw the gauge reach 350* before she passed out. She awoke as the bell rang on the cooker. She was done, and ready for serving. He opened the cooker cabinet; as she looked down to her torso, Lisa saw that she was a wonderful golden bronze color as promised. She glistened with wetness, and was absolutely beautiful. She was faint, very weak, and not able to stand. He and a matron helped her from the cabinet, gently placing her on a huge silver tray that sat on a large wheeled cart. Her wrists were then lovingly bound together, just in case she panicked and tried to push the Chef away as he cut into her. Her legs were spread apart, and her ankles fastened to the tray, exposing her cooked pussy to full view. To aid her vanity, the kings own personal cosmetologist brushed her hair out into a sexy looking shag with long seductive bangs, and made sure her makeup and lip gloss was perfect. She placed a mirror in front of Lisa, and with a smile she felt strangely at ease. She was sprayed with a scented basting fluid, and wheeled into the dining room for all to experience. Lisa smiled and trembled with anticipation and just a bit of fear. The Chef looked down at Lisa as he rolled the cart into the magnificent dining room. The entire room was filled with carved wooden walls and a beautiful pressed steel ceiling. The lighting was a muted red, adding to the mystery of the event. In the center of the room stood a huge “U” shaped walnut table, easily large enough for 40 diners, and every seat was filled with middle aged men, obviously well to do, educated, and impeccably dressed. “Are you OK,” The Chef asked Lisa. “I guess so, but I am frightened. What will I do when I see the knife make its first cut into my flesh?” she cried. “It will be OK. I will be gentle, and you won’t feel a thing, just a tugging sensation as the serving is cut away. Normally, the girls are fitted with a very tight leather hood with an internal gag, to silence them just in case they panic, but the King only allows for a fully aware and awake subject to be placed before him.” With that, the cart hit the carved double doors and swung them wide open. As the Chef wheeled the cart inside, he exclaimed, “Your Majesty, and honored guests, dinner is served!” The room erupted in applause as the cart was placed in the center of the tables open area. “Your meal for this evening is a special one indeed. A grade “A,” prime selection, from the King’s own breeding stock. Her name is Lisa; she is 19 years old and is ready for you to feast on her beautiful body. Please follow the King to the carving board to make your selection.” “Lisa is ready to answer any requests that you might have, and will help you in making your selection if you wish.” Lisa heard, but didn’t believe what she was now hearing, it all seemed like a dream to her. But it wasn’t. It was reality for sure. The King approached the carving table and smiled down at Lisa. “You are a beautiful thing, my dear. Have they treated you well these last two weeks?” “Oh, yes, your Majesty,” she replied. “They have been wonderful to me and my girlfriend, I could ask for nothing better.” The King then asked in a sincere manner, “Then tell me, what was it like to know that you were being strapped into a device to cook you alive and prepare you to be eaten?” “It was scary at first, but the machine that was in my pussy made me so sexually excited that I could think of nothing else but orgasmic release. I came at least 10 times. The heat was at first upsetting, it really frightened me, but as it got hotter and hotter, it became very sexual too. I begged them to make it hotter quickly, they did as I asked, and I came so hard that I passed out” The King was happy. With that knowledge, he asked her if she minded if he had the Chef carve her clit and pussy lips off as his dinner. She trembled for a second, stiffened her body, and said, ”Yes, your Majesty, Please carve me as you see fit. I am yours to be used for your pleasure.” The King nodded to the Chef, who at once took his sharpest knife, and with one deft motion carved away her womanhood. As the knife passed through her clitoris, she spontaneously orgasmed. She saw the Chef place her pussy onto the King’s platter, and was at once content with her place in the order of the State. The King cut a small piece and put it into his mouth, smiling as he ate it. “You taste wonderful, my Dear, you are my favorite of all time.” He then cut a second piece and placed it in front of Lisa’s mouth. “You must taste your own flesh, my Dear. It is like nothing you have ever experienced.” With that, Lisa opened her mouth as directed and began to chew her own flesh. The very thought of which drove her into a sexual frenzy. She was so absorbed by this act of self-cannibalism, that she lost track of exactly what was taking place, until she looked up at the ceiling and saw her body in the huge mirror that filled the area above the carving table. She could watch her body being cut to pieces as she lay there! Then the King commanded the chef to remove her nipples and areola, which he quickly did. The King picked one up from the serving plate and placed it into Lisa’s mouth. She hungrily devoured her nipple, sending another wave of orgasmic pleasure throughout her ravaged body. She was eating her own body, and loving it! The King then took the second nipple and slid it into his mouth, savoring the divine flesh of his most loyal subject. The other diners filed past, making their requests of Lisa, who granted each and every one. She saw her breasts, hips, inner and outer thighs, and calves all be taken from her. Slices of her sides, tummy, and more were removed before the diners were finished with her. The Chef then placed a sponge soaked in some fluid under her nose and she fell into a deep sleep. Two days later she awoke in the regeneration lab, she was once again whole. Her feeling had returned, she was sore, but in no pain. After a check by the Doctor, she was allowed to return to her room, and to go back to the pool to tan if she wished. When she got to her room, Tanya was there sleeping, an envelope with her name in gold leaf was taped to a small gold box lying on her bed. Opening it carefully, Lisa saw that it was from the King. In the box was the most beautiful gold necklace with a diamond encrusted emblem of the royal insignia. “The presence of Princess Lisa the first, is requested for dinner with the King at 7PM, Saturday.” “Princess Lisa?” She questioned of the matron that had helped her back to her room. “Oh my, dear, the King has selected you to be his Princess; you are so lucky my dear. He will be the only man, and you will be the only woman allowed to feast of your body from now on. You will be moving into his royal chambers and sleep, eat, and live with him 24 hours a day. You will also be his only sexual partner, for it is forbidden that a King should engage anyone but his royal princess.” “I must also tell you that you shall be the object of the Kings most prurient Sado-masochistic endeavors. The King loves to bind, hood and gag his lady, increasing her level of pain and submissive traits as he goes forth. You may well suffer your orifices being plugged with huge insertions, vibrating devices and electrical tortures beyond your imagination. You will spend days on end completely encased in leather or rubber clothing, with no air or light. Movement will not be possible, nor release provided until he allows it. Your rituals of being coked alive will increase in intensity and deviousness, you will feel more and more as the King languishes in your torture. Are you ready for this most severe life?” “YES, when do I start?” she answered quickly. “Now,” the matron answered as she opened the closet door. She read it over and over... Was the invitation FOR dinner, or to BE dinner? Only time will tell!

It's Been A While, Update June 27th.

Sorry, it's been a while, but Summer is always a busy time. As many of you have learned, I write fetish stories on LUSH STORIES.Com as a hobby. I really enjoy seeing the comments from you readers, it keeps me going. My husband, Lance, collaborates with me, so I can't take all the credit. I have been writing for them only about 7 weeks, and so far there have been over 135 THOUSAND downloads of my works. Amazing!

I've been a Bad Girl too, I love playing with hot guys, and have met a few absoultely wonderful men. Thanks...

I have learned CBT from a great friend and playmate and enjoy doing it to him tremendously, so does Lance. He had his first session of his cock being electrocuted and shocked while I both watched and assisted the torturer in his dastardly work. Lance was dressed as his female alter-ego, LYNN, and was strapped to a bondage table. Watching his cock and balls being prepared and tied down harshly with coarse rope as a prelude drove me crazy...  Then, seing the expressions on his face as the current was slowly turned up higher and higher made him tense up and breathe rapidly and moan, as he was in obviously painful throws of sexual energy.

Amazingly, he came with a raging climax as the voltaqge reached it's peak.
I was very turned on ... next time, he is going to get an anal probe that is electrified as well, a double dose of electricity. I want to see how far he can be brought before he cracks from the torture.

His submission has increaded to even better levels, I have his toenails painted neon-pink,2 4/7. i have discarded all of his male underwear and he only has satin panties to wear. His jeans are now American-Eagle girls jeans.  Every morning he has to put on a mini skirt, falsie tits, heels and a wig for his breakfast. He has become my cuckold boy, he cleans the bathrooms, the kitchen and services me orally every morning before I get out of bed.

We recently went to a cross-dresser party in Queens, with a Grrlfriend of his, that he plays with reguilarly. It was so exciting to see him dressed in full Femme and having sex with another crossdresser. Yes, I joined in too.

His closet is now about half girl, half guy, and growing daily. He has more boots than I do!

He is getting a custom-made chastity cage for his cock, when it arrives he will be in chastity 24/7, and I'll have the key.

More to come, soon.
Bye

Bobbi jo

EDGY STORIES?

Hello All,

Thanks for coming to our blog. This is kept by my Cuckold Husband, Lance.

However, as LUSH Stories will no longer print "Edgy" works, I am going to be posting them here for your enjoyment.

I truly enjoy writing works that excite, arouse and test your fetish acceptance level.

Feel free to read, comment and give me your feedback if you want to see more very weird, edgy, stories.

LUSH is a wonderful site, I will still be posting "normal" works there and i encourage you to read the works of not only by me, but the other hard working authors as well.

Bobbi jo

The Ultimate Doll, #7, The Final Chapter!

+++++++Chapter #7 The Final Chapter. +++++++++++++



The electrical shock-current was kept at a level that was very sexually erotic to the girls, coursing through their bodies the current made them so terribly horny and excited. But, as they discovered quickly, every few minutes the flow would increase dramatically and amp up rapidly to a level that was beyond normal human endurance. Their shrieks of pain were music to the ears of the Master. Then as quickly as it came, it would return to a tolerable, sensual level. Don could not believe that seeing his beautiful wife suffering the tortures she was experiencing caused his cock to engorge to rock-hard stiffness, but it did, and he relished the thoughts of her experiencing even harsher punishments. He had often day-dreamed Lynn being savagely tortured by a strong, ominous looking stranger as he stood by and watched her undergo torments beyond her tolerance. Her screams were music to his ears, as he saw her in his mind undergoing Dolcett-like tortures.

Master lowered a large, easily visible thermometer into their prison of blue gel....it was left at their eye level. Slowly, the temperature was creeping higher and higher. The warm solution was now uncomfortably hot, and getting hotter by the minute. The girls soon realized that the temperature increase was causing the fluid to thicken. It was now like heavy oil, very viscous and getting thicker by the minute.

When the temperature reached 115*, it stopped rising. They were very hot: almost to the point of passing out and suspended in what was now almost solid, like partly dried silicon rubber.

Both girls had orgasmed several times from the wonderful feeling that electric current coursing through their bodies gave them. The high- intensity pain-jolts had stopped completely, they were now in a full pleasure mode, and enjoying every second of it.

Lisa found that her hands were now free; apparently the bindings were melted away by the heat and the fluid. She reached forward and with some difficulty, was able to reach behind Lynn’s back and free her from her bindings that were nearly melted as well. With their arms interlocked behind each other, they were able to pull their bodies together in an embrace that shared their lustful passions. Their mouths touched, and as the electrical current increased to the next level, it caused an even greater level of sexual tension as the fluid reached its final state of hardness, locking them together in their embrace.

Near trance-like in their state of mind, the electricity coursed through their bodies causing spasm after spasm of erotic sensations to flow through their bodies. The girls fell into a deep, sleep-like state for what seemed like hours, unable to move, and unable to think. Their bodies were reacting to the powerful electrical stimulus, nothing more.

Awakening after their extended sleep, the girls found that the fluid was beginning to return to a water-like state. The temperature was going down, and with it the viscosity. Now able to move slightly, they found it difficult to separate after such an intense session together.

Being completely submerged in the fluids was not even on their minds, they were breathing freely, even though they were saturated and submerged in the fluid. They heard a gurgling noise, looked up and saw that the level in the glass tube was dropping quickly; the level dropped below their chins, freeing them to again breathe freely in the air. As the fluid emptied out of the cylinder, it began to rise over their heads.

They were not able to speak to Master as their lungs and abdomens were filled with the bluish goo. The Doctor instructed them to bend forward, pull up on their stomachs and cough, emptying their lungs and allowing them to again freely speak and breathe the air. They were so happy to be free that they hugged the Doctor and Don, professing their undying love for them both.

The Doctor explained that they were now not exactly all human: they were as they had wished. They were rubber dolls that were alive! He went on to explain that they could now enjoy long sessions of oral sex in pools, hot tubs, etc... All designed to excite their Masters and satisfy their desires. As Don looked at the girls, he noticed something different. Lisa was now much more Eurasian looking and Lynn was too... they both had jet black hair that was longer, and considerably thicker and fuller than before. Don could not fathom how the girls could look Eurasian, as neither of them had any Asian blood.

Lisa had grown bolder, more outgoing, and much more dominating than before. Her breasts had grown to almost double in size, and were projecting straight forward with no droop at all. Her nipples were erect, hard, and very pronounced with the gold rings so prominent. Her vaginal lips had disappeared, and there was a simple opening about the size of a nickel present.

The Doctor took Lisa by the hand and walked her across the room to the iron maiden.

“It’s now your time, my dear,” he smiled and said. “When you reappear, you will be perfection in all ways physical.”

He told her not to fear, it will be very dark, extremely hot and tight fitting, with absolutely no movement possible. There will be considerable pressure on her body, and once inside, no communication or escape is possible until the procedure was completed.

“I am ready, my Master,” Lisa softly spoke.

The Doctor opened the front of the iron prison: he backed Lisa into it and after a soft kiss to her lips, shut the door and securely bolted it shut.

Switches were thrown, and the sound of the procedure beginning could be heard, the inner partition began to slowly move forward, crushing Lisa into the mold that would forever be her new body style. She felt the relentless movement forward of the apparatus she was so harshly encased inside of. She thought that she would surely die as she was being crushed into a steel form that seemed impossible to survive. She felt the inrush of very hot, thick, oil-like fluid flowing from her head down to her toes, sticking to her body as it seeped in.

The iron prison quickly filled, covering her completely, and allowing the reforming to be completed. She no longer felt pain, just an erotic pressure from her toes to her head. She felt the heat rise to an almost unbearable level, and as the fluids exchanged, she fell into unconsciousness. Unknown to her, the Doctor had uncovered a second iron maiden next to hers, and pointing to Lynn, said,

“Would you like a second ride, my love? It could be very unusual when you exit.

“YES, Master,” she said without hesitation.

“Don’t you wish to know what will be the results?” he asked.

“NO,” she said, “Do with me as you wish, Master,” Lynn replied.

Her Master looked at her and shook his head to acknowledge and approve. With that, the Doctor opened the second maiden, Lynn entered willingly, and smiled as the heavy steel front was shut and bolted closed. Lynn felt the hot liquid start to flow over her head and into the maiden. The rear form was beginning to press her forward into the front half, she was anticipating the results.

She could feel that her now perfect body was once again being altered to a different configuration. Her already tiny waist was being crushed smaller and more wasp-like. Her hips were being reformed to become absolutely, perfectly, shaped. She knew that she was undergoing a major change that would alter her life forever.

As the tremendous pressure of the steel dies stopped advancing, she was unable to move even the smallest muscle. Her face and neck felt as they were being crushed beyond tolerance as her every feature was being reformed like clay in a mould.

With that, she felt the unmistakable feeling of slipping into a sleep like state once again, but not before she felt the unmistakable feeling of several needles being slowly pressed into her body: her breasts, cheeks, abdomen and her groin were all being pierced simultaneously. The needles soon began to infuse a chemical concoction that burned wildly as it coursed into her, but as she was so constricted, she could only remain there and accept it. The burning pain was so intense that Lynn begged silently for deliverance from this torture, but it was not to come.

“We need to talk,” the Doctor said to Don, “There are some things we need to set straight and for you to understand, and that I am sure that you will appreciate.”

“I see that you are very taken with Mai-Lin, your appreciation of the deep beauty of the Eurasian female is quite normal, as they are undoubtedly the ultimate in visual sexuality. With your permission, I would like to give your lovely wife Lynn a sensual, Eurasian appearance, and alter her body to the level of the highly erotic. How about 38 inch breasts, an 18 inch wasp- waist, and perfect 36 inch hips?

And, with your permission, I will alter her ability to refuse your demands to zero. She will be 100% compliant, sexually charged 100% of the time, and absolutely true and loving as she naturally is. She will have no shame, and be yours to order and direct.”

“Wow,” he said... “Sure, go ahead with it.”

“Lisa, on the other hand, is a different subject all together,” The Doctor continued.

“But, that’s another story entirely. It is my desire to change her into a test model for you to appreciate. She will become an insatiable slut. She will crave your wife and become her full-time lover as well as your Barbie-like whore. She will be beautiful beyond belief, a true rubber doll with no chance of return. She will crave tortures and punishments, and with them, she will grow in her fullness of sexuality. She will grow a second clitoris, this one in her ass, allowing her to climax twice as she is fucked by two men. Do you accept this?” the Doctor finished.

“Hell, YES,” he said.

The Doctor then told him it was time for his second session and as he led him to the operating theater. Don smiled widely.

Strapping him down, Doctor laughed.

“With every thing I give, I take two.”

Several IV tubes were inserted into Don, now lying helpless on the table. Fluids began to course through his veins. He noticed that all of the hair on his body was being brushed away by the Doctor. He was becoming hairless, except for his head. Two large needles were injected into his nipples, and two into his balls... Painful, but none the less done.

Doctor smiled as he told Don that he would soon also begin to grow a clitoris in his ass as well . . .! He told him that his ass would now look and feel exactly as a pussy does, he would be dually sexed in a way that no other person ever was.

“You will no longer need to have a bowel movement, your food will all become liquefied and pass through your pee,” he was told.

“Naturally, your piss will be greater, and much more frequent, which will also allow you to continue to feed both of your lovely ladies without fear of running out. Your mind will now contain the sexual signals of both a man and a woman, you will begin to seek out huge, hard cocks to fill you, you are now my newest transsexual experiment!” exclaimed the doctor.

As Don tried to speak, he found it nearly impossible. The fluids were affecting him in so strange a way that all his fiber of being was absorbed in the rush of feelings that were sweeping over him. It was as if his brain was being reprogrammed at lightning speed. As he faded off into a sleep-like state, he could see the Doctor gleaming at him, smiling as he continued the experiment.

Master awoke some time later, only to find himself standing upright, zipped firmly into a thick, latex sleep-sack without any holes. His mouth was filled with a mouthpiece allowing him to breathe.

He heard Mai-Lin speak to him through the latex, she told him that he would now be heated and moulded to allow the process to finish.

With that he heard the sound of hydraulics move, he felt heavy shell like forms surround his body and start to crush him, the temperature began to rise quickly, he was sweating profusely inside the latex. Unable to speak or move, he simply accepted his fate to come. A sharp stabbing pain shot through his chest, the feeling of two large injection needles were being thrust into his breasts, entering his nipples, then withdrawing as rapidly as they were inserted. The pressure on his abdomen, hips and legs was nearly unbearable.

When he was sure he would be crushed to death, the pressure lessened. The temperature, now nearly 180*, began to fall as well. As his body cooled, he felt hands on his body, removing the latex covering. His eyes were blurry, but the sight of open space was a treat. A bit shaky, he was brought to a chair, and allowed to rest as Doctor examined him.

“Perfect!” he exclaimed.

“Come here and look at yourself in the mirror,” the Doctor motioned.

Don rose, and walked to the mirror. Unable to comprehend what he was looking at, he felt as if he was in shock. His once rugged body was now transformed into what could only be explained as Pamela Anderson-like. He had perfectly shaped hips, a small waist, pert, firm breasts, smooth skin, shapely legs and arms, and a face that only vaguely resembled his former persona, but absolutely feminine. His hair was now thicker and longer. His lips were full, his hands were long and slender and his penis was huge...at least 9 inches flaccid.

“Oh my GOD,” he exclaimed, “What have you done to me???”

“You are now the first of many to come,” the Doctor said.

“You will see tonight at the party what is in store for you and your ladies. Now you will return to your room, rest and dress for the evening’s event.”

Returning to his room, with the help of Mai-Lin to steady him, he immediately fell on the bed and slept for hours. Dreams swam through his head, making no sense to him. He was confused, frightened, and a strangely excited as well. When he awoke, his first thought was to look in a mirror again, just to be sure he wasn’t dreaming.

He wasn’t . . .

Mai-Lin entered the room and told him it was time to dress. She ushered him to the dressing area and began the process. He was first handed a bright pink latex catsuit, it had zippers everywhere, and was sensational in its cut and appearance.

As he slipped into it, he felt a rigid rubber dildo pressing into his rear, taking a deep breath, he pulled the suit up and it slid into him, causing a rush of sexual excitement. His rear was now a pussy, and the feeling of the rubber cock against his clit was fantastic. The suit had formed breast-cups which served to accent the firm breasts he now had.

Mai-Lin then put a black and pink latex corset over the suit and pulled it tight, shaping his hips and waist to their new limits. He had difficulty breathing with the corset on, but somehow, he liked it very much. Black and pink thigh-high, platform boots were zipped on, and his head was covered in a matching hood with latex strings of hair cascading to his waist. Black latex gloves and a locking posture-collar finished his outfit.

Walking back to the barn with Mai-Lin, Don felt the dildo in his ass start to cause him the breath heavily. He was starting to have his first anal orgasm with his new pussy!

She stopped and held him as he climaxed with a shuddering moan.

As he recovered, she told him that he would need to get used to spontaneous orgasm, as it would be frequent, and very powerful.

He just gulped and continued to walk.

Entering the barn, he was amazed to see nearly 50 people already there. About 15 were men, the rest ladies. The ladies were all dressed in the exact same outfit, only their colors were different. They all had on thigh-high boots, a very short, pleated micro skirt, matching halter or crop tops, wrist bands, collars and long, sexy wigs.

Lynn was dressed in beautiful silver metallic material that shone like a brilliant star. Lisa was adorned in the finest gold lame’. Don looked at them both and immediately wanted to fuck them until he could no longer stand. Most of the men attending were wearing tight, black leather pants with a hole in front, allowing their huge cocks to hang free, a body harness of heavy strips of leather adorned with many steel rings and fittings, and high heeled biker boots.

He was the only androgynous person there.

He, Lisa, Lynn and the others all mingled, talked and got to know each other better. Their stories were somewhat parallel to theirs. Some had been converted over 5 years ago, some newly converted.

Don’s libido was soaring, his cock felt like it was going to explode. The Doctor walked over to him, seeing his plight and told him to unzip his catsuits crotch.

“You are now a Master, now act like one, and fuck as many ladies as you wish. Feel free to feed as many as you wish also, your piss is nearly limitless. The more you feed them, the healthier they will all become.”

The Doctor motioned to the crowd. The others knew exactly what to do. The men prepared their cocks; the ladies all either kneeled down with their mouths open, or bent over holding on to the tables.

The events that followed can only be described as the most prolific orgy since Roman times. Sex was everywhere. The new Master, Don, fucked dozens of times, losing count of the ladies he had serviced. He fed nearly all of them too, pissing out about five or six gallons, he thought.

When finished, he stopped to rest and hold his dear Lynn, but was himself ordered to bend over a nearby table by one of the men. He felt hands on his hips as he was entered and fucked wildly by him. He didn’t know how to feel, this would be an unthinkable act to him before, but he loved every second of it, orgasming over and over. As the first man was done with him, the next took hold and used him. This continued for nearly an hour, he had been taken by all of the men there! Don lost count of his orgasms, he was now a pleasure unit, devoid of any other thoughts.

He could feel the gallons of cum spilling out of him as each man withdrew and the next took over. Lynn approached him as he was trying to regain his composure.

“Kneel down, my love,” she said.

He did, and with that, she lifted her tiny skirt and placed her engorged cock into his mouth, filling his throat, and began to pee. She drained herself into her Master’s throat, filling his stomach with her nurturing piss. Don did not gag, he did not have trouble breathing, he simply allowed the huge flow of piss to fill his abdomen, swelling it against his tightly confining corset.

Lisa was watching, and instructed Master to lie down, as she kneeled over him, pressing her pussy into his mouth and filing his belly with her bountiful piss. Master likewise, swallowed every drop of her golden nectar, filling his body with the nurturing juices.

As the party wound down, the Doctor took the stage and asked for quiet. He had an announcement for all to hear.

“You have all gotten to know each tonight. You have seen my crowning achievement: his transformation is complete, and unchangeable. Those of you that know me well may ask to be transformed yourselves. This may be possible for some of you. Now that you have all taken each other’s fluids into yourselves, you are all family. You can and always will have a sixth sense that will allow you to seek each other out, no matter where you may be. You can and will all feed off of each other, nurture and help each other breed. You ladies are able to reproduce, but only once a year, on the exact date of your birth. Your offspring will grow up as you are now, rubber dolls. Your children will grow rapidly, reaching the equivalent of teenager in just 3 years. They will remain appearing to be 25 years old forever.”

“Our work here on Earth is now nearly done. Those of you wishing to be part of the new breed of transformed souls can reach it tonight, by just taking the infusions we have set up for you in the back of the barn,” the Doctor finished.

Seven of the man left the room for the transformation infusions as the Doctor spoke.

“I have trained a few of you to carry on for myself and Mai-Lin. We now must go. Time is near, the stars are nearing alignment. You must all understand that we are ambassadors from the planet TransSexualvania. Our duty here is finished. We have located the most prolific examples of mankind and altered you to ensure that the galaxy will continue to flourish. Our deed is done, we now return to our home with the knowledge that you can and will continue our work.”

With that, the Doctor and Mai-Lin took each others hand, walked outside, shaking hands and hugging each and everyone in attendance.

As they walked across the field, they stopped and looked upwards. Mai-Lin blew a kiss toward Lynn and smiled.

An ominous, dark cloud approached the field. As it hovered over the farm, a strange humming noise was heard. The sound was unearthly, and caused everyone to stare motionless at the unusual formation of clouds.

Suddenly, a beam of unbelievably bright light illuminated them, and with a noise louder than anything Don had ever heard, Mai-Lin and the Doctor disappeared into the light.


The cloud dissipated, the noise stopped, and everything was as it was before.

Quiet. Very Quiet.

TheUltimate Doll, Chapter #6

Hello All,
It seems like LUSH stories has threatened me with expulsion if I submit more parts of this story, So, here it is for all to enjoy. it's too bad that their narrow minded moderators feel threatened by this simple fantasy-fiction work, BUT with over NINETY THOUSAND hits on my stories in less than 6 WEEKS, I must be doing something right.
Please let me know if you enjoy this kind of work, I have many more ideas...
And thanks to my husband for letting me use his Blog for this!
Bobbio-jo

START, Chapter #6

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Lisa had been warned that this was her last chance for salvation, if she proceeded, her journey into the world of the Master-Tormentor would begin.

He again told her that this was her last chance to stop, she could return to her mundane life if she so desired, because from now on, it would be full speed forward for her.

She said “YES” at once, obviously without a seconds thought.

He then cranked the rollers tighter, pulling the chains tighter and tighter, watching Lisa’s expressions as the chains stressed her body to its limits. Stopping at a point that pleased Master, he pointed at Mai-Lin to fetch a tray of medical items which were placed nearby. As Mai-Lin dutifully placed the tray on the edge of the rack, Don could see the contents: several golden rings, long steel needles, syringes, and many vials of bright, colored, fluids.

“You will now receive your piercings, my dear,” he said.

Without hesitation: he took a long steel needle, grabbed hold of Lisa’s left nipple, and with the other hand, picked up a syringe from the nearby tray.

He hesitated for a second, and said,

“I was going to inject you with some pain-killer, and give you a ball-gag to bite on before I penetrated your body, but I have decided that I love to hear your screams of glorious pain, so I will forgo it all and enjoy your agony.”

Lisa swallowed hard, unwilling to think about what was to happen. Before she could get too deep mentally into her plight, the Doctor-tormentor grabbed her left nipple again, and thrust the long steel needle into it, leaving it centered in her rock-hard nipple and protruding from the other side of it. Lisa screamed loudly, her pain was almost unbearable, more than she had ever experienced before. Obviously excited, the Doctor took the second, long, cold, steel shaft and repeated his penetration, this time of her right nipple.

\Don was shocked at the sight, but visibly excited as well by her obvious terror. He was not used to this sort of S&M play, but he basked in the passion of the deed as did the Doctor-tormentor. Lisa’s screams were subsiding, her face filled with tears, but not of pain, they were tears of joy. She was pleased at her ability to please her two new masters.

Taking the third needle from the tray, the Doctor-tormentor pulled the skin from around her navel and while elevating it, pushed the needle into and out of her navel, causing more agonizing screams to fill the air. Her pulling at the chains to try and free herself had stopped; she was now fully able to understand the passions of submission. Looking at the tray, a fourth needle was still remaining. Lisa wondered to herself what task it would be put to....

She would not have long to question. The Doctor told her,

” You did very well, child, but now, the final test is here. I will spread and clamp your pussy lips wide open, fill your cunt with a very large dildo to position your clit for me...to then penetrate it with the last needle.”


Lisa was near climax, the pain was so erotic that she could only hope that what was to come would surpass that which she had already endured. Lisa took a deep breath and closed her eyes in anticipation. She had no way out of her torment and that was exactly what she had wished for, and wanted. The Doctor took a cold, steel clamp, spread her lips wide open and clamped them. Then the long, wide, steel dildo was positioned deep inside of her, forcing her to a limit that she had never taken before. The feeling of filling and the stretching of her vagina caused a pleasure/pain response that left Lisa wondering if she liked or hated what was happening. Next, he grabbed her clit with an instrument, and taking the long, thin, needle, he passed it through the clit with no hesitation. She screamed more loudly than ever, her cries filled the room, causing the men to become even more visibly aroused.

Lisa came with a mind numbing orgasm that spread over her body like a sheet of euphoria.

The Doctor-tormentor then motioned to Mai-Lin to take over: she slowly removed the needles, one by one, and replaced them with large gold rings that would be forever part of the new rubber-doll to be.


Don and the Doctor-tormentor moved to Lynn’s side as the final drops of her infusion cascaded into her veins. Lynn was already feeling the giddy tingling of her inner-being, knowing that her transformation was nearly finalized. She was to be this way for ever. The Doctor told Lynn that she would now be even more compliant, more obedient, and more willing to serve without question or reward. Her giving would be total, and selfless.

The Doctor instructed both Master and Lynn that their future well being would now be dependant on each other. Her new Master would need to ingest the fluids that his lovely dolly produced, at least three times each day, and likewise, she would need to reciprocate. Her need, however, was more involved due to her rubber-like composure. She would need to drink the pee that her Master produced as her main fluid of sustenance, his cum would be her only source of the hormones that would keep her fully functional and healthy.

Master, likewise, would require the ejaculate that Lynn was to produce, it was the only source of the enzymes that would make Master the superman sexually that he desired. Lynn’s pee would provide him with his stamina, his strength and his ability to stay youthful looking as well.

The Doctor then cautioned them about one problem... They could not exist strictly on each other’s fluids... they would require the ingestion of someone else’s at least once every 15 days to keep well and strong.

“You both are now to be somewhat of a vampire, you will need others to stay young and healthy,” he cautioned.

They asked the Doctor if anyone would do, he told them that,

“Yes, anyone would be OK, be they male or female, but preferably someone that was likewise changed and infused with the new hormones that they had received.”

Doctor went on to say that they could receive the fluids in any fashion, and as long as they entered their bodies, they would be absorbed.

“Not to worry, though, twice monthly we have a sort of a party here, all of my children are welcome to come, enjoy, and feast on each other’s fluids. Tomorrow is such a party night, and naturally, you are all welcome to participate.”

They then untied Lynn, helped her up from the table and hugged as they excitedly discussed their new lives.


“How about Lisa?” Lynn questioned.

“She will be fine, I have a special future in store for her,” the doctor answered.

With that, they walked toward her rack of torture. The Doctor and Don loosened her chains enough to relieve the pain in her extremities. Looking at Lisa, Lynn could see that her body hair was nearly all gone, her features were softening, and the lines in her skin were disappearing. Her lips were enlarging, and her general visage was changing from the Lisa she had known to a new person, yet to fully emerge. Lynn asked Master to look at Lisa’s face: it seemed to have some oriental features emerging.

“I don’t see it, Lynn, besides, Lisa is English,” he said.

Reaching over to Lisa, Master took hold of one of her breasts,

“Look here, Lisa, you are at least one size larger already, and rock-hard as well, your tits stand up like mountains.”

Master was not known for his sensitivity in such matters, even when he was performing his duties as the Doctor, but his observations were correct.

Looking between Lisa’s legs, Master could see that her pussy lips were shrinking, she was becoming very small and tight, quite a delight for Master to anticipate. He then undid the chains and straps that had held Lisa to the rack. Lisa was helped to stand up, Master could see that she had indeed changed, her posture was perfect, her tits stood out like steel cones, and her body was nearly perfect and blemish free.

Pointing to a mirror nearby, Master told Lisa to look at herself. She did, and was speechless. She had never imagined herself as such a radiant beauty, and a living, rubber, fetish doll.

In a very different and softened voice, she replied,

“Thank you, Master, I am your slave to serve you and to be used as you see fit.”

The Master acknowledged her and instructed her to follow him... which she did, and without hesitation.

“You too, Lynn,” he said.

Arriving at the St. Andrew’s cross, he motioned to Lynn to face the cross, arms outstretched. He then instructed Lisa to take Lynn and bind her strictly to the cross, eliminating any possibility of movement. Lisa did without question or hesitation.

“Are you ready for your daily dose of pain, my love?” he asked.

“YES, Master,” Lynn responded.

Then, to her amazement, the doctor picked up a very severe looking cat-0-nine tails and handed it to Lisa.

“You are to use this cat to flog your best friend until she I deem that she has received the proper amount of punishment, do you understand me?” he ordered.

“You are not to stop, to lessen your blows, nor to show any mercy, do you fully understand?” he finished.

“Yes, Master, I will do as ordered, she is to receive the best that I have to give.” Don was absolutely shocked that he was hearing this... but it was true. Without a minutes thought, Lisa took up the cat, dipped it into a pail of salt water that stood nearby and began to savagely flog her best friend from shoulders to calves.

Lynn moaned, screamed, and cried out, but to no avail. It was as if she was speaking a language that nobody understood. Lisa was relentless in her flogging. Lynn’s back turned red, then blue, and puffed up in chevron rows. Oddly, not a drop of blood was shed. It was clear that Lynn was bloodless! After a few minutes of flogging, Lynn’s screams turned to the unmistakable moans of orgasmic pleasures. She was receiving the pain/pleasure that kept her sane and happy, this was not a terrible thing that was happening to her, it was a reward for her good behavior.


The harder she was flogged, the louder the moans of delight were heard. As Lynn began the trip into her own subspace, she gradually slipped into the dream-like euphoria of sub-space that only a true submissive can understand. Lisa knew exactly when to stop, and allow her to finish the trip through sub-space unimpeded. Don shook his head in disbelief. The doctor then told him that this was to be his duty to his wife, she needed the pain to develop the pleasure she required.

“You’re not hurting or harming her, you are helping her,” he said.

”Look at her back,” he pointed, “It is already starting to heal.”

The doctor was right, Lynn was already starting to regrow her rubber like flesh, and her wounds were starting to go away. Amazed, Don acknowledged his duty and agreed to do his part. Looking at her legs, Master saw that the juices of her orgasm were flowing to her feet, she had ejaculated so much that she was standing in a puddle of her own making!

Awakening from her sub-space, Lynn smiled at her Master and thanked Lisa profusely for her flogging, but said that,

“Next time, Lisa, Please do it hard...” Master and Don were in disbelief.

Master cut his love down from her cross and after kissing her softly as lovers do, she turned to Lisa and hugged her in the most passionate way possible. Lynn kissed her deeply and obviously with tremendous emotional feelings, for her best friend that just finished ripping her back to shreds.

Lynn could feel the changes in Lisa’s skin as they hugged, she was soft, pliable and very sensual feeling. The doctor hastened to the girls, ordering them to redress in their clothes, and follow him, which they did. Don followed along behind the girls. As they reached the large glass cylinder in the back of the dungeon, they stopped. The doctor pushed a button raising the cylinder to about 8- feet off the floor. The girls were ordered to stand on the bottom discs that the cylinder had been sitting on.

They were then given a strange looking snorkel type device, it had 2 matching mouth pieces, and a long tube connected to the middle of them, which went straight upwards. Each girl was instructed to bite down on the mouthpiece, and not to let it go. In order for them to breathe successfully, they were told to take turns, one breath out, the other in and so forth. To do otherwise would not allow them to receive any air at all .After a minute’s practice, the girls hands were tied behind their backs with strong leather lacing and their ankles were likewise attached to each others ankles.

The doctor then reached up and took hold of a cable that hung from the top of the suspended tube. At the end of each of the wires in the cable were clips to attach wires with. Systematically, the doctor attached a wire to each girl’s clit ring, and her nipple rings, but not before manually fingering each girls pussy, and tugging on her nipples. The cylinder was then lowered, encasing the girls completely. The base plate was then firmly attached to the cylinder, making a water-tight seal.

Don could see the fear in their eyes, as the cylinder was locked down tight. They were helpless, tied and bound, and unable to move or climb free. The doctor then smiled at them and turned a wheel that allowed a transparent, glowing, blue-green liquid to flow into the cylinder, gushing over their heads as it filled. As the fluid reached their waists, he stopped the flow. Not too bad, the girls thought to themselves. The fluid was warm, about body temperature, and felt like light oil, slippery, and with the soft sent of fruit.

The doctor then asked them if they were ready, a few grunts later he assumed that they said OK....

“Don’t forget to share your air, girls, and don’t worry about getting it into your eyes of nose, it is fine.”

“What did that mean,” Lynn thought, “It is only waist deep...”

Then she knew what he meant, the fluid was slowly creeping higher up on her, it was just below her breasts and rising. No time out was coming, the fluid crept up slowly, teasing as it went, higher and higher. The fluid stopped again, as it sat just below Lisa’s nose. Her mouth was covered, and she and Lynn were working out the breathing again.

“Any last words, girls?” he laughed.

“Not funny,” they thought and began to try and talk, but with no avail.

The fluid started again, this time there would be no stopping. Their heads were slowly immersed as the fluid stopped about 18 inches above their heads... The first stages of fear were starting, but they fought it gallantly to keep alive. Lynn and Lisa felt the fluid start to creep into their unprotected noses, and run into their throats, they tried to expel it through their mouths, but with no luck. Would this be their end? Lisa thought. Somehow, the fluid did not bother their eyes at all, they could see quite well from within the juice. More and more fluid was cascading down their noses into their stomachs, and their breathing became difficult as it was now going into their lungs too... Panic was full speed ahead... They were sure that they were slowly being drowned by their captor.

Don did not know anything, standing there watching them, apparently well and safe. They had no way to communicate. Then, Lisa was first to feel a trickle in her breathing tube... Lynn next felt it and knew that they were in trouble. She valiantly tried to make husband know what was happening, but he stood there smiling, fingering Mai-Lin’s wet pussy as she was drowning. The girls tried to hold their breaths, but to what end? It would only buy them a minute or two....Lynn gave up first, taking a deep, full breath, of the 100% fluid into her aching lungs.

Nothing bad happened...she took another breath, no trouble breathing... Lisa then gave up and started to breathe the juice... the same thing happened to her...


Unable to fathom what was happening, the girls saw the doctor hold up a card to the side of the cylinder. It read,

“Let go of the mouth pieces, you are both fine, no harm will come to you.”

They both did so, and the tube was pulled up and out of the cylinder, they were now breathing 100% fluid, no air at all!, and with absolutely NO troubles. Another card was placed for them to read, it said:

“Enjoy you’re new found lives, you do not need air any longer, rubber dolls can breathe under water!”

“Now, push forward and kiss each other like you mean it,” the card finished.

Lisa and Lynn looked at each other and did just that, with a deep soul-kiss of lovers. Immediately, as they finished, they felt the unmistakable feeling of electrical current course through their bodies, the wires attached to their pussy rings and nipples were now energized, the flow of the TENS energy felt good, so very good.....


The temperature of the juice felt warmer to Lynn, and air bubbles started to form, like in an aquarium.

“Are we now fish,” she thought?

BUT,, thats in the next chapter...Coming soon!

A new Website for our Stories!

My wife, Bobbi Jo, has decided to post some of our fetish stories and experiences on "Lush Stories."
It's a fetish oriented place for authors to post their works, the most unuslay thing is that most of hers (and mine) stories is that they all contain al least some parts of reality from our  years of BDSM and swinging experience.
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