Elastration

Richland Prison was designated as the stop of last resort for incorrigible and recalcitrant prisoners. Their crimes weren't necessarily the worst, but the criminals themselves showed the least promise for rehabilitation. The state chose to place these lost causes here, allowing radical experimentation that wasn't spoken of outside the unmarked secure concrete walls in upstate Idaho.

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Dr. Jenna Sykes walked down the pristine white corridor of the secure medical wing to the east of the main Richland Prison complex. She reached a junction of the main corridor with a cross corridor. A nurses station appeared there, with a few women in tight fitting uniforms monitoring screens showing various cells.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Sykes," said one nurse, a petite blonde that whose monitor showed a blank room with a naked man crawling around on the floor as if he were an animal. "Prisoner Kappa is showing signs of significant stress. We might want to introduce the ferret sometime soon."

"Thanks, Juliette. I'll keep watch. I'm going to go work with prisoner Delta right now."

Dr. Sykes was a tall, thin good looking woman with a cute face, light skin and long black hair tied back into a pony tail. Her shapely body was not hidden underneath her doctor's white lab coat.

Walking down the corridor, Dr. Sykes swiped an access card in front of a plan white steel door marked only with the Greek letter Δ.

"Hello, Heinrich. You are looking well today." Dr. Sykes greeted the man in the cell. He was a tall, solid looking man, a few tattoos, short cropped dark blonde hair, and a ruggedly handsome look. He was naked, and was chained to the wall by a collar. The chain gave him room to move between his bunk and the toilet and sink, but he could not reach the entrance.

"Sykes. You gotta lemme outta here. I ain't done nothin and I ain't a bad prisoner."

"I understand, Heinrich. Unfortunately you've shown some tendencies toward violence and aggression that have qualified you for a new experimental program here. We are taking a set of prisoners that have exhibited an elevated level of aggression and castrating them. We will then observe the effectiveness of this procedure and its impact on their levels of aggression."

"What? WHAT? You gonna castrate me? No, you ain't. You can't do that, please, you ain't gonna do that, please, I don't deserve that or nothin!" Heinrich was half angry, half panicked.

He had a large penis that even flaccid hung between his legs a good 7 inches and large testicles suspended in his scrotal sack under the penis. His large example of manhood was one reason Dr. Sykes had chosen him for this particular procedure. She enjoyed watching the testicles of virile men slowly shrivel and fall off.

"I'm sorry. Heinrich. We will be performing the procedure in two days. Thursday, 4:00 PM. Once the procedure is complete, you may find it difficult to masturbate and ejaculate, so you might want to experience what sexual pleasure you can in the meantime."

"No! NO! Please, please, Doc Sykes, I'm sorry for that girl I raped in the prison. For both of em, in fact, and the guy I ass fucked, too! I won't do it again, please don't take my balls!"

Dr. Sykes left the room, closing the door on the begging man.

During the next day Heinrich masturbated constantly. The nurses at the central station gathered around the monitor to watch him play with his huge cock on the video monitor, enjoying the spectacle.His penis began to show red sores because of his constant rubbing.

On Wednesday, Dr. Sykes visited Heinrich again.

"Please, Dr. Sykes, I will do whatever you want. Just don't take my balls," Heinrich was stretched to the end of his chain as if he wanted to attack Jenna. She stayed beyond his reach, and noted his erection was back. Her presence frequently caused male prisoners to become erect.

"I'm here simply to describe the procedure, Heinrich. So you know what will be happening. We find it can help patients if they fully comprehend the nature of an operation.

"We will be using an Elastrator. This is a simple device, rather like a heavy pair of pliers, except it is used to stretch a very tight band wide apart. About this much," Jenna indicated a width of about two to three inches with her fingers.

"Your testicles and scrotum are then pulled through the band. Once pulled through, the band is released. It tightens around the scrotum above your testicles quite tightly. Very tightly in fact. So much so that it cuts off blood flow. With no blood supply, your testicles will simply die; the flesh of the scrotum and testicles becomes necrotic and will eventually flake and fall away, though we will suture it up to assure a nice healing process."

Heinrich was shaking at the thought. The knowledge of what they were planning to do wasn't helping him at all. It was terrifying him. He had one day left with his balls, after which they would be banded and killed.

Heinrich became so anxious, nervous and afraid that he could not masturbate any more. The rest of the day he simply lay in bed, naked, covering his genitals with his hands as if to protect them.

At midnight, the pretty petite brunette

, Juliette, decided she wanted to try him out before he lost his balls, and sneaked into his cell. Several other nurses watched her on the video monitor as she approached Heinrich, stripped, and then climbed on top.

Heinrich was completely willing and ready. Juliette was a beautiful girl and he wanted nothing more than to fuck and shoot his load. Juliette road him with abandon, fucking him like a wild animal. He came inside of her, and she demanded more. He continued fucking her, without ever losing his erection, and after a few minutes he came again, spurting another full load inside her cunt.

When Juliette made it back to the nurses station, Heinrich's semen was dribbling down her thigh. The other nurses joked about it as Juliette cleaned herself up. It had been a good show. The condemned man's last fuck.

The next day Heinrich sobbed off and on. All the nurses watched on the monitor, and at times went into his cell and teased him. Even Juliette joined in.

"Hey babe, I really liked fucking you last night. I was wondering though, could I have a souvenir? Say... one of your testicles? In a jar?"

She then laughed, and left the cell laughing as Heinrich simply cried.

"I really do want one of his balls in a jar. I am going to ask Dr. Sykes if I can have one," confessed Juliette when she got back to the nurse's station.

At 3:30, Dr. Sykes arrived with the equipment. Three female orderlies accompanied her. They went to the cell labeled delta, and opened it.

The three orderlies went in. Heinrich tried to fight, but the orderlies managed to get him restrained, tied and strapped down to the bed so her could not move. His legs were forced apart, exposing his genitals.

"I hear you fucked our nurse Juliette last night," said Jenna. "I hope she felt good. You may not realize this, but after the procedure you will be able to have sex. This won't stop you from fucking, you know. It will... well, it will make it so you don't really want to any more. You will probably just lose interest. And of course, if you do manage to get it up and into a woman, there is no chance you will ever procreate. That's a nice advantage to this procedure."

It was 4:00 and Jenna took out the metal device. It was large, heavy, shiny metal. Jenna brought it over to Heinrich to show him. "You see this is a lever action to spread these posts. The device is very strong because the elastic bands are very, very small and very strong. It takes something this strong to pull the bands wide. Imagine what a band like that will do to your poor scrotal flesh. And your vas deferens."

Jenna then showed Heinrich the band. It was tiny, smaller than a dime, and the inner hole was barely large enough to let light through.

"This is what we will be putting around your scrotum in just a few minutes. When we let the band relax back into place, this is the size of the hole that will be left. As you can see... well, there isn't much room for anything. Any tighter and it would basically just cut through the flesh and your balls would drop off!"

Jenna laughed as Heinrich cried.  "No worries, these bands are made carefully to exert just the right amount of constriction. Oh... did I mention that this procedure is rather painful? I know you probably assumed that, but yes... your testicles will be in complete agony for a number of hours until they completely die."

Jenna began rolling the tiny band over the posts of the elastrator. It was difficult, for even spreading the band wide enough to get onto the closed device was a tight job. She did it in front of Heinrich where he could see what she was doing very clearly. He watched with wide, frightened eyes.

Once the elastrator was armed with the band, Jenna took hold of Heinrich's scrotum and pulled it out and away from his body.

"We need to get a nice, elongated scrotum here, so we can place the band well above the testicles. Oh, Heinrich, would you like to see what we are doing?"

Jenna pulled a mirror down from the wall, and positioned it so the hapless man had a clear view of his own genitals as the doctor pulled and stretched the scrotum. He grunted in pain as she yanked.

"I would be careful with your testicles, but... well, they aren't going to be around much longer, and this pain is nothing compared to what you will be experiencing in a few minutes."

Jenna yanked on Heinrich's testicles once again, pulling hard. Heinrich yelped, almost a scream.

The elastrator was spread wide, and Jenna showed it to Heinrich.

"You can see it is ready now. The band is stretched wide, and the opening is enough to squeeze your testicles through, though it will be one at a time."

She brought the device down to his scrotum and took one testicle firmly in hand. Heinrich screamed again at the sudden pull and pressure and Jenn pushed it through the band opening. The opening was really only wide enough for one of Heinrich's testicles, but Jenn grabbed the other and squeezed and pushed, holding the small glob of flesh tightly and forcing it through.

Finally, both of the testicles were through the band and Heinrich lay bound on the bed, arms and legs spread, panting.

"Well, then. Everything is in place and ready. Time to tighten up the band!" Jenna sounded cheerful as she announced the next step.

Heinrich winced in anticipation.

Jenna slowly allowed the elastrator to relax, closing the space around the scrotal flesh. Very, very slowly. Heinrich grimaced a bit as it pinched the sensitive flesh, even cutting it slightly, producing a tiny bit of blood.

The elastrator continued to relax and grow smaller and smaller, and Heinrich could feel the intense squeezing. It didn't hurt terribly at first; his scrotal flesh was being smashed and it hurt, but it wasn't until Jenna slipped the band off the elastrator that the full constriction took place.

"Ah.. Ahhhh AHHHHH... OHHGGHHGAAAGGGG..." Heinrich felt the band as it smashed the scrotal flesh and then squeezed the blood vessels and nerves underneath.

At last, Heinrich's scrotum appeared as a tight balloon of flesh. His testicles were large and the scrotal flesh surrounding them stretched tight. The testicles themselves began to ache, a dull ache that slowly became more severe.

Jenna played with the balloon like flesh sack just a bit.

"I always like the way a man looks when he's been banded. Like he is carrying a little balloon around between his legs," she observed.

She flicked his distended ball sack with her finger, whacking it. The super sensitive testicles hurt badly, and Heinrich yelped, and then moaned.

"Well, that's it. Now we just wait. It will be increasingly painful for about 12 hours, after which your testicles will be well on the way toward necrosis. We will check on you tomorrow at 4:00. The testicles will be completely dead by then, so the pain will be subsiding."

Dr. Sykes gathered her gear, and stepped out of the cell door.

"Oh, you can release his restraints now," she said to the female orderlies.

Heinrich was unstrapped from the bed and the orderlies left the cell.

Free to move about, Heinrich immediately grabbed his balloon-like, bulbous ball sack. He began picking and scraping at the elastic band.

It didn't budge.

He tried to pull it off, but it was far too tight. The pulling just resulted in his yanking on his own testicles which were super sensitive at that point, and increased the pain. He fell to his hands and knees and sobbed.

The pain grew as the time slowly progressed. The women at the nurse's station watched the fun on the monitors as the prisoner tried everything he could think of to get the band off. He rubbed it against the smooth porcelain of the toilet; he tried to roll it off but only succeeded in getting the band to tighten against the bulbous globs of testicle flesh.

The pain increased. It was agonizing, and Heinrich curled up on the floor. He cried and then screamed in frustration and pain. He grabbed his balls, so frustrated that he didn't care that he was hurting himself more, but then let go when the pain got to be too much.

The excruciating agony had spread from his testicles to his stomach and hips. He vomited on the floor.

There was no tool, nothing in the cell that could be used to remove the incredibly tight band that choked his testicles.

The nurses at the station were watching him on the monitors, enjoying his agony as his naked form rolled around the floor. Two of them began masturbating, their hands reaching under their panties as they enjoyed seeing the big man writhe in pain.

The medical wing of Richland Prison was run by sadistic lesbians. Every one of them eventually came by to look at prisoner Delta as he writhed in pain from the banding that was slowly, agonizingly killing his testicles.

Somewhere around 2:00 AM the pain reached its peak and Heinrich began pounding his head against the floor. He had stopped trying to remove the band, it was too strong and too tight. All he did was tear at the flesh, leaving gouges and cuts. He had been bleeding, but that was stopped now.

The bulging scrotum had turned deep purple and now was deepening to a black.

Strangely, Heinrich found himself very aroused. The pain even added to his arousal. His penis was erect, distended, demanding attention. He stroked it.

The nurses laughed, and cheered at this display as they watched prisoner Delta stroking his cock while his balls were in agony. He continued stroking until his penis spurted cum, but the demands of his system were for sperm; sperm that could no longer come and the effort of ejaculation increased the pain and he cried out as the clear liquid streamed out.

His cock went flaccid.

By 6 AM, Heinrich was no longer writhing in pain. He was laying on his bed, moaning softly. His balls ached, but the pain wasn't horrible any more. He was afraid to look at them. Touching the scrotum he felt nothing. Squeezing and pressing on the formerly sensitive globs of tissue produced no sensation at all.

His testicles were dead. Gone. Still attached, but no longer a living part of his body.

Heinrich cried again, not from pain but from the loss of his manhood.

The nurses had grown bored and were now watching Prisoner Kappa as he tried to hump the door.

At 4:00 pm, Dr. Sykes appeared again and entered the cell.

"Good afternoon, Heinrich. I hear to went very well last night."

"Well? It... I may never... recover... it was terrible. It is terrible." Heinrich sounded like a broken man.

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean. That is exactly what is supposed to happen. I am glad. We got it all on video you know, some day you might want to watch the procedure yourself."

Heinrich just stared at Jenna with a blank, listless stare. "It still hurts."

"Yes, there will be some pain for a little while. We could give you some pain medication, but... well, I don't want to. I prefer to see you in pain."

Jenna smiled and wrote notes on the patient chart.

"Well, that's it for today. Those things between your legs are dead now, but we will leave the band in place until they shrivel and begin to rot. Then we will cut them off and suture you up. Once you are healed, we may return you to the main prisoner population, and see what kind of reaction we get."

Dr. Sykes smiled at the prospect of putting a eunuch in with the other prisoners.

Janice Is Chastized

Jenn's naked body was slightly shiny from the sweat of exertion, as was Janice's. The two girls had their legs locked together, arms surrounding each other's bodies, kissing deeply. Their leg lock provided leverage for them to drive their hips together, pushing and angling, trying to get their pussies together to rub.

The angle was wrong so Jenn shifted, pushing Janice over on her back so Jenn could be on top. She left Janice's mouth and began suckling on Janice's left nipple, then slowly made her way down past Janice's flat stomach as Janice arched her back, giggled slightly then moaned in pleasure.

Jenn reached the sweet spot between her girlfriend's legs. The soft folds of flesh there were familiar to her, the scent well known, the taste a delight. Her tongue slid over the labia, then with a slight press exposed Janice's clit. As her tongue slid under the clit and began the movement Jenn knew would give Janice the greatest amount of pleasure at this point, preparing for full on stimulation as her arousal grew, Janice arched her back and whimpered.

One finger slipped inside; circling up and back, and Janice writhed. Jenn's tongue stayed with the clit, but then slowly prodded and pushed lower until it entered Janice's vagina.

She stopped, and pulled back. Janice, whose eyes had been closed with her head tilted back, looked down across her body at Jenn's eyes as they stared over Janice's stomach.

"You've been fucking Tom again." It was an accusation, not an observation.

A slightly panicked look crossed over Janice's face. "What? No..."

"Fuck you. I can taste it. I can taste the fucking semen. I know what it tastes like, I swallowed a bucket load of that stuff from the threesome you wanted against my better judgment. You've been fucking Tom. Recently, too."

Jenn was pissed. Janice was nervous.

"Well... yes. It was just once. Yesterday. I'm sorry, I..." her voice trailed off as her mind searched for an excuse and had none. Dammit, she thought she had washed off well enough.

Jenn sat up and stared at Janice. "This is fucking unacceptable. I thought you were trained and obedient, a basically good submissive, but I have to find out you are fucking a guy by tasting him when I go down on you? How fucking insulting!"

Janice sat up. She and Jenn had developed an understanding, leaving their nasty rivalry and need for revenge on each other behind. They were good together, both realized that. But Janice was still basically an arrogant slut, and Jenn was a dominant, and the situation was turning unpleasant.

"Do I need to punish you? I mean, really. Do you need a whipping, or a little time locked in a cage or something? Maybe a good ass reaming with the megadildo?"

A flash of anger appeared on Janice's face, but quickly went away. She was trying hard to learn and accept her place in the relationship. She was a sub. She had to suppress her bitchy side, which had been her downfall before and had almost killed both of them during heated revenge sessions. She had spent almost a week locked into devices that shocked her when she was disobedient, and while it had caused major anger and resentment, it also taught her how much she needed to learn to submit. She was embracing that as best she could.

"No, Jenn. I'm sorry. Please don't... punish me."

"Well, we have to do something." Jenn got up and went to take a shower and wash the sweat of their sex off her body. Janice lay in bed, slowly fingering herself, wondering what was going to happen. Jenn was a total bitch when she got pissed. This wasn't the end of it.

The next evening after work Jenn arrived at Janice's apartment. The couple kissed hello, reassuring Janice that things were still OK with Jenn. But Jenn had a package.

"Take off your clothes, Janice." Jenn was unpacking something. Janice began stripping, wondering what was going on.

When she was naked and standing in front of Jenn, she saw what the consequence of her  sluttiness would bring. A belt. Leather, with bits of metal. Padding inside. Small rings to accommodate one or more locks.

It was a female chastity belt.

"Oh my god, Jenn, you have got to be kidding." Janice was almost laughing at the thought, but seeing the belt, an expensive item, right before her eyes made it deadly serious.

"Like I said yesterday, we have to do something about this. Do you have any idea how disgusting it is to taste his sperm in your cunt? It is like ... ordering a diet Coke and getting Dr. Pepper. Except worse. It's disgusting."

Jenn moved to slide some of the belt around Janice's slim waist.

"God, honest, Jenn, I will stop. I will check with you on any and all sexual activity from now on. I promise. There is no need..."

The belt was strapped around her waist and tightened. The belt itself was soft, pliable and felt comfortable, but was quite tight. That caused a some discomfort.

"Spread your legs." Jenn ordered, rather than requested.

Janice stood for a moment, legs together. Jenn reached behind her and took out a short prod, a pointed stick with a thick base and small metal electrodes at the tip. A miniature cattle prod.

"NO! I will ..." and Janice spread her legs.

Jenn slipped the bottom strap into place. The rear split in two across the buttocks to allow defecation. The strap between the legs smashed tightly against the folds of pussy flesh, and had a thin metal plate where Janice's cunt was. Holes in the plate allowed for urination, though it would be messy.

Jenn cinched the bottom strap up so that it was tight against Janice's cunt and buckled.

"This is an expensive model. Only the best in comfort for my sub, Janice."

Janice felt the tight straps, tight enough against her body she knew she wouldn't be able to move them much at all. It was humiliating, and her anger was rising inside. She wanted to take the thing off and whack Jenn on the top of the head with it, but she suppressed her anger.

Instead, she simply said, "Thank you Jenn."

There were three small locks that clicked into place. Jenn pulled on the straps, trying to get them to move. She was able to shift them very slightly, but the device was going to be effective. Quite effective.

"Fuck, Jenn. I am not going to be able to wear clothes with this!" Janice whined.

"Well, not jeans, I don't think. At least, not the tight ones you like. But any kind of looser clothing will be OK. You will have to get used to wearing dresses I think, and giving up some of your sluttiest clothes."

Jenn admired her work, and asked Janice to turn, spread her legs, walk, and in general model her new fashion accessory. It was a little humiliating for her, but she complied. She realized she no longer had a choice. As soon as the locks had clicked shut, she was trapped and at Jenn's mercy.

Taking Janice in her arms, Jenn kissed her softly. "This is going to help. Trust me. It will be fine."

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Three weeks later, Janice and Jenn sat in the living room of Janice's apartment. Tom sat across the way from them, a little nervous. He knew Janice a lot better than Jenn, and Jenn sort of scared him. He had actually been inside her, fucked her during a threesome a couple of months earlier and the experience had made him very wary of her. Jenn could be a real bitch and had unexpected reactions to things.

"So, thanks for coming over, Tom." Janice started the conversation. "We have something to discuss with you, and something to propose."

Jenn cut in. "Janice is pregnant, Tom. With your baby. You knocked her up."

Tom's face went white as a sheet. "What? I... but... Janice, you said you were on birth control."

"It doesn't always work, Tom," Jenn responded for Janice. "It is time for you to face the consequences of your actions, and share the responsibility with Janice."

"Wait, Janice, what, uh... what are you going to do?" Tom was sweating bullets.

"You are going to be a daddy, Tom. I don't want to get married, but you will need to take equal responsibility for the financial aspects, as well as raising the child." Janice stated simply.

Tom sat in shock for a moment, and seemed to gather himself. "OK. Fine. We can work it out."

"Great Tom," Jenn said. "Now, we have something to show you. This is the direct result of your fucking Janice. Janice, show him."

Janice stood and slid off her dress so that she was naked. The chastity belt stood out like a sore thumb. Tom stared at it.

"Janice is not pregnant, Tom, which will probably come as a relief. However, as you can see, your fucking her has had a consequence. Janice is asking you to share the responsibility of this consequence." Jenn was speaking smoothly and directly.

"What the... what the fuck is this?" Tom was upset, relieved and curious. "She's not pregnant? Why would you say she was?"

"Because you need to understand that when you fuck someone, there are consequences. Janice wants you to bear part of the responsibility and share the consequence, just as you would share the responsibility if Janice were preggers. Janice is now in chastity to prevent her from being the complete slut she seems to keep trying to be. But you had a hand in this too."

Janice spoke up, a firm and uncompromising tone in her voice. "Tom, we did this. We fucked and the result is I am locked in this fucking thing. I should not have to bear all the blame and responsibility for this. Just as you would need to help out if I was pregnant, you need to help out now I am in chastity."

Tom was confused. "What the hell do you mean? What do you want from me?"

"Janice believes you should be in chastity as well," Jenn explained. "While you are in chastity, I will go easier on her and let her out for longer periods at a time. When you are out of chasity, she will be locked tight."

"What the hell?" Tom couldn't believe his ears. But the two women were looking at him with no sense of compromise in their faces. He realized he was dealing with two extremely dominant bitches. He had seen Jenn take down a guy twice his size with some carefully placed blows. Janice was just... scary at times, even if she was sexy as hell.

"This isn't really a choice, Tom." Janice's voice was stern. "Here's the device. It's high quality, comfortable, and guaranteed secure for long term wear."

Janice produced the small male chastity device, a bent metal tube with some hinged locking rings at the back.

"Drop your pants, Tom." Jenn ordered.

"Wait, I have to understand more about--"

"No. You don't get to negotiate here. Drop your pants." Janice said in a scary voice.

Tom stood, pulled and tugged and dropped his pants.

"Underwear," ordered Janice.

Tom dropped his underwear. He was naked from the waist down, with his genitals exposed. He felt incredibly vulnerable and scared in front of these two women. They had turned into very chilling bitches. He was wishing he hadn't ever gotten involved with them.

Janice moved over to Tom, took his completely limp cock into her hand.

"This thing is tiny when it's limp. I never realized how much I loath limp cocks," Janice observed as she wiped a small amount of lube on Tom's flaccid member. She slid it easily into the small metal tube. Flaccid, his cock nearly filled the tube. There was no room for growth.

Jenn watched in satisfaction as Janice attached the small metal rings to the back of the device. They were pushed tight around the base of Tom's genitals, tight enough the flesh bulged around them.

"Oww... be careful." Tom complained. He was having trouble accepting what was actually happening.

Click. The lock went in place and closed.

"There. That's better." Janice examined the device, pulled and yanked a bit to make sure it was secure. Tom grunted with pain as she yanked.

"Looks good." Janice was pleased. "Now for your part of the bargain, Jenn."

Janice went over to Jenn and stood before her. Jenn pulled a key from a chain that went around her neck, took one of the locks on Janice's chastity and unlocked it.

"OK, that's good for now. I'm looking forward to making you squirm and scream tonight," Jenn said to Janice with lustful look.

"Go home Tom. I want to be alone with my girlfriend." Janice dismissed her boy toy, motioning to the door.

"Wait, how long do I have to wear this?" Tom asked in a whiny voice.

"I don't know Tom. When you come out, I have to put my chastity back on, and I've been in for three weeks. I think you need to prepare to be locked away for a while."

"Fuck, Janice! That's... three weeks???"

"At least, Tom. Don't piss me off, and certainly don't piss off Jenn, because she is your keyholder. We shall see. Be nice to me and we shall see."

Janice turned her back to Tom and wrapped arms around Jenn, whose hand had already slipped between Janice's open legs and was exploring.

Tom reluctantly put his pants back on, and shuffled out of the apartment, dismissed and alone and in chastity, under the control of Janice and Jenn, who were busy shedding their clothes and embracing each other for the first time in three weeks.

Human Experimentation: Gamma (uncontrolled sperm production)

Richland Prison was designated as the stop of last resort for incorrigible and recalcitrant prisoners. Their crimes weren't necessarily the worst, but the criminals themselves showed the least promise for rehabilitation. The state chose to place these lost causes here, allowing radical experimentation that wasn't spoken of outside the unmarked secure concrete walls in upstate Idaho.

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The tall, beautiful woman wore a white lab coat that looked like it had been white and clean that morning, but bore signs of some odd stains. Her long dark hair was tied into a pony tail behind her, and shapely legs extended below where the lab coat ended. She stood nervously in the white, sterile hallway, waiting. Her name tag identified her:

Dr. Jenna Sykes

Primary Researcher

Richland Federal Prison Complex

"Doctor Sykes, thank you for calling me. I've been eager for an update!" A blonde woman approached, slightly shorter than the waiting doctor, but just as beautiful.

"Doctor Wilson, thank you for joining me." The two women kissed a little awkwardly. They had been lesbian lovers until a recent nasty argument had damaged their relationship. The two still dominated the medical wing of Richland Prison, managing most of the patient "care" (human experimentation).

Dr. Sykes motioned for Dr. Wilson to follow her down the white corridor. "So, patient Gamma. The first human subject to be given the spermatomatic serum. He's exhibited the same symptoms as the animal experiments, in general."

"Significant testicle size increase, and erratic behavior?"

"Yes, except we understand more about the erratic behavior and its cause. I keep wondering why we use animals before going to human beings," complained Dr. Sykes as she opened the door to the large holding cell. "We waste so much time on guessing things we could learn immediately from the human trials."

"Yes, Dr. Sykes. I understand your frustration, but we do prefer to weed out the fatalities as much as possible. Our supply of subjects is not unlimited."

The two women doctors stood looking at a naked man, tied down in a bed before them with restraints on his wrists and ankles. The handsome male specimen looked strong, lean, and his face would have been handsome if it had not been contorted in pain. He rocked back and forth as much as his restraints would allow, moaning.

"As you can see, the testicle growth is significant." Dr. Sykes pointed at the large, distended scrotum protruding from between the poor prisoner's legs.

"Why is he restrained?" Dr. Wilson asked, coming closer to observe and actually touch the huge scrotal sack.

"He isn't a danger to anyone but himself, really. But you can observe the scabs on his penis and genital area. Apparently the erratic behavior we observed in the animals is caused by pain, mixed with sexual arousal. The pain in the testicles is from their being filled with an excess of sperm, caused by unrestricted, accelerated sperm production. The arousal is due to an increased urge to expend or purge the excess sperm."

Dr. Wilson slid her hand from the grossly enlarged balls to the hard, erect penis. It showed signs of recent healing from a number of sores.

"I see... so he... does he have the urge to rape, then?"

"Not particularly. He might if he were given a chance, but in general he just masturbates. Let me demonstrate."

Dr. Sykes proceeded to unbuckle the straps holding the man's left wrist. As soon as the man was free he reached down and began stroking his hardened cock. In less than 30 seconds a thick, heavy stream of white fluid spurted from the end of his cock, reached up to his chest and then pooled on his stomach. The ejaculatory flow continued for almost a minute, while the man lifted his hips and jerked his penis up into the air as if he was trying to penetrate some invisible partner riding his cock.

When the orgasm finally subsided, the man collapsed on the bed, panting, and seemed to see the women for the first time. He looked at them directly as he spread his knees to make room for his enlarged ball sack.

"Please, doctor, help me! Something is terribly wrong, it hurts so bad and I can't make it stop. All I want to do is keep..."

The man slowed his speech as he began rubbing his penis again, no more than a minute after his first orgasm ended.

"FUCK! I just... it hurts all the time unless I am pushing more out! My balls are going to explode, oh god, oh god, oh... gggoooodddddddd!"

The naked prisoner tensed all his muscles and suddenly thrust his hips  up and toward the two women doctors, spurting a solid stream of semen. The two women dodged, stepping quickly away to keep from being covered by male slime.

When the second ejaculation had completed, Dr. Wilson asked the panting man, "Do your testicles hurt all the time? Does it feel better after ejaculating? Is there relief?"

"Yes, doctor, there is some relief, especially if I keep doing it for a long time. But it doesn't last. I just... it hurts... god, see, they are beginning to ache again... " Prisoner Gamma started touching his hard cock again.

"Jenna," Dr. Wilson said, using the first name of her former lover, "his cock is significantly larger, as well. Not just his balls. That's true, isn't it? Is there an explanation?"

"Yes, Emily, that is true." Dr. Sykes felt that the excitement of being around a male in pain was helping the two of them come together, sharing interests and maybe, sexual arousal and desire for each other. Both had always shared a sadistic streak when it came to men and formed part of their basis as lovers.

"His cock appears to be about 50% larger now. His testicles are easily three times normal size, but his cock has certainly enlarged as well."

"Let's get his arm restrained again," said Dr. Wilson.

"No, NO! Please, please let me relieve myself! It hurts, my balls hurt!" The man began jerking his cock wildly, trying to reach an orgasm before the women could force his arm back into place on the bed and rebuckle the strap.

He succeeded. Faster than either women had ever seen a man reach orgasm before, Prison Gamma stroked his cock and ejaculated in less than 15 seconds. White slime spurt all over as the women pushed him down onto the bed, smearing their white lab coats, getting on the walls, pooling on the floor below. Several large gobs of semen landed on Dr. Sykes face, where they clung and slowly began to slide down her cheeks as she worked to get the man's arm back into restraints.

Once the patient was strapped back in place, Dr. Sykes grabbed several tissues and began cleaning her face. "I hate men. They are so... filthy. I actually enjoy seeing him roll around in pain, unable to control himself."

Dr. Wilson considered Patient Gamma, and then suddenly moved to undo and slide off her skirt.

"I want to try him," she said.

Dr. Sykes looked at her in disbelief. "Dr. Wilson... Emily... you can't be serious..."

"That is the largest cock I have ever seen, and I want to try it."

"Emily, it's... a man! And when he cums, the amount of his liquid .... grosss... you can't!!!"

Dr. Wilson slipped on top of the naked restrained man. "I want this. I don't care, I want to feel dirty, gross. I want a huge cock inside me, I want a man's cum to fill me until I can't take any more. Why else would we want to do this to a man?"

Jenna Sykes stared in disbelief as Emily Wilson took Patient Gamma's huge, engorged cock in one hand as she straddled him. Sliding her hips into place above the cock, she pressed the tip against her pussy. Apparently, she was well self-lubed because the glans slipped right in, past her pussy lips.

Patient Gamma let out a loud moan.

Emily Wilson also moaned as she sank down further on the huge member. She felt her flesh stretching, wide, wider, as she forced the cock in deeper. It was painful, but also so pleasurable. She was also getting a bit of a kick doing this in front of her lover, who watched in horror as the man's cock strained and pushed and widened her vagina wider than she had ever thought possible.

Patient Gamma let out more moans, and began thrusting hips up. Tears were flowing down his face, whether from pain, pleasure, or gratitude was unknown.

Emily began lifting herself up, pulling the huge member out of her cunt, and then as the tip approached her lips, sank back down again. She groaned, head back and eyes closed. She had never felt something like this before, except once a long time ago when she had used a monster sized dildo. This was much better.

Sliding up and down, creating a sort of froth of body fluid where Gamma's cock entered her, Emily continued fucking the man.

Sixty seconds later, the man cried out, strained against his medical restraints, and jerked his hips, spurting a huge load into Emily.

But Emily didn't stop. She kept going, sliding up and down, the semen inside her running out where it could, adding to the slimy foam at her pussy entrance. The restrained man never stopped, never lost his erection, but just kept thrusting himself. Emily was panting, the pain of such a huge member increasing along with the pleasure that was flooding her.

Jenna watched in disgust as the man shuddered and came again. Barely three minutes into the fuck fest and he had unloaded twice. She knew from experience, the amount of semen inside Emily was probably 10 times the normal amount from one male ejaculation. And she was still going.

Emily was having an orgasm, one that didn't stop. Her body was flooded with warm pleasure that drove her on. She visibly flushed, red spots appearing on her face, neck and chest. The pain in her cunt enhanced the experience, and her ass flopped up and down, slapping against the huge ballsack below. Gamma grunted and cried out in pain as his balls were slapped repeatedly, but he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was getting sperm out, pushing more sperm out than he ever felt possible, and it was such a relief.

He came a third time, this time almost screaming in the pleasure/pain.

Emily wasn't giving up. The sound of slapping, slurping, sloshing from the massive amount of sperm inside her filled the room. She wanted more. She wanted more sperm, more pain, more orgasm, to go on being filled by this huge cock that stretched her so completely.

Three more times prisoner Alpha spurted loads of semen inside Emily Wilson as Jenna Sykes looked on. A total of six times. There was a full cup of semen, perhaps more, inside her. Finally, sated, she stopped the rocking motion of her hips, carefully raised herself up and let the huge cock of prisoner Gamma slide out of her and flop onto his stomach.

"Thank... you... thank... you... " panted the prisoner. Dr. Sykes took a caliper and measured his testicles. They were significantly smaller. They really had purged a significant amount of semen out of him. Unfortunately, her lover Dr. Emily Wilson had been riding him while this happened, and it hurt Dr. Sykes terribly.

Turning to Emily, Jenna saw a river of sperm descending her inner thigh. The gobs of white stuff were slowly dribbling and oozing out of her cunt. Throwing Emily a towel, Jenna said "Clean yourself up. It's gross."

"Do you think he is sated? He's ejaculated 8 times in the last half hour." Emily looked at the restrained man with curiosity.

"I don't think so. Maybe for a little while, but the drug keeps up sperm manufacture pretty consistently."

"Let's remove the restraints and see what he does."

Jenna reached over and undid all the prisoner's restraints. Prisoner Gamma, still panting from exertion, slowly rolled over in bed and began humping the sheets below him.

"He'll end up doing that until he gets huge sores on his cock."

"Let's see how far he goes. Leave him free." Dr. Wilson was still cleaning up the sticky white stuff slowly draining down her leg.

"He might end up killing himself."

"Hmmm... do you think so? Dying from excess masturbation?"

"Well, yes. Left untreated he could end up with significant lacerations and infections. If the pain in his balls keeps on, he could conceivably end up dying trying to clear out an endless supply of sperm through various methods of self abuse. We found him fucking an open pipe before we put him in restraints; it was causing a number of lacerations but he never slowed down."

Dr. Wilson finished wiping the last of the semen from her draining cunt just as prisoner Gamma screamed into his pillow, thrusting his hips into the sheets and letting loose with a stream of semen. He took about a minute to rest and then began thrusting his hips again.

"Let's do that," said Emily Wilson quietly. "Let's let him masturbate to death. I'd like to see if he can do that."

Jenna Sykes turned toward the door and opened it, her back to the moaning man trying to relieve his genital pain behind them. This was why she loved Emily Wilson. As disgusting and hurtful a lover as she was, she had a sadistic streak almost as wide as Jenna's.

Janice Learns Her Place

Jenn walked around to the back of the car and pressed the hidden button along the edge of the trunk lid. It popped open to reveal her nemesis and sometime lover Janice, fully clothed but restrained in a tight hogtie. Her mouth was bulging with a rag of cloth and taped over with a clear packing tape, muffling most noise. Long brown hair was frazzled from the bumpy car ride.

Janice glared up at Jenn, wincing a little as the light streamed into the trunk. She had been in the dark for a while.

"Well, Janice, it is certainly good to see you again. After that disgusting scene you pulled with me last May, we have some catching up to do. I bet you had begun to think you would never see me again?"

"MMmmmmphhmmmmmm! MMM!" Janice made as much noise as she could, which wasn't much. Her eyes said a lot though. She had pretty brown eyes that flashed when angry, which was often.

"You know Janice, you really are beautiful. We could have been great lovers if you hadn't turned out to be such a damn fucking psycho."

Jenn left for a moment and returned with a flat wheeled cart. She grabbed Janice's legs and began pulling her out of the trunk, bit by bit. Janice was significantly taller than Jenn, and while she was slim and had a good body, was longer and unwieldy. Her body slowly scraped over the edge of the trunk, each bone, ridge and curve dragging, inspiring Janice to scream muffled insults through her gag.

"Damn girl, you be heavy. You don't look any fatter, maybe you gained a little though?" Jenn laughed as Janice continued making noise.

Grunting and yanking, Jenn finally got Janice onto the cart and rolled her into the empty warehouse. The metal door shut with a heavy clang. The walls were concrete, there were two doors made of metal with heavy locks, and the only windows were high up, perhaps 20 feet. Harsh lighting from bare bulbs illuminated the mostly barren concrete area. The windows were crusted filthy and didn't let in much light. The floor was clean but covered with stains from the machinery that once filled the space.

With a push of her high leather boot Jenn rolled Janice off the cart and onto the floor. It was only a six inch drop but Janice grunted when her body landed, and growled into her gag. Jenn rolled the cart out of the way and returned to kneel on the floor next to where Janice twitched against the hogtie that kept her essentially immobile.

Jenn produced a hair brush and lifted Janice's head into her lap. As she slid the bristles of the brush through Janice's long brown hair with affection, she talked, holding a one way conversation.

"So. Janice, I've had a lot of time to think. At one point I thought of just catching you someplace and strangling you with a wire garrote. That would have been pretty cool I think, it's very personal. I imagined feeling your body struggling and fighting for life. But then... well... to be honest, you are the only girl I have met that has as morbid a sense of sexuality and adventure as I do. It seemed such a waste to just... dispatch you."

The brush continued to smooth the brown hair, catching on snags and working them out.

"So I finally decided, really, you just need to be reined in a bit. Trained. Obedience training, you know? So you don't get all twitchy and go insane. I mean, this whole thing between us started with some very gratifying sex. Do you remember?"

Janice glared up at Jenn, but nodded reluctantly. She remembered what it was like being Jenn's lover. The two lesbians had spent some very sensual, orgasmic hours naked in bed when they first met. Somehow it had all gone bad and turned into a sick domination and torture contest, but there was no doubt the two girls had fit together well. Especially when they spread their legs and scissored. Janice fondly remembered the feeling of their soft flesh pressing, rubbing.

"But, you just had to go and insult me. Like, really go off the deep end and act like some royal fucking bitch and it really hurt my feelings. I think we just need to teach you some better manners."

With a sudden motion Janice tried to jerk her head up to hit Jenn's face where it bent over her. Jenn was too quick, ducking her head out of the way and responding by slapping Janice hard enough to make her grunt and moan.

"Yep. You need some civilization. That's for sure."

Jenn let Janice lay on the cold concrete, struggling against the ropes. She walked slowly over to a table at the side of the large room where she picked up some large shears, then walked back to the struggling female form. Kneeling down she hooked one finger into Janice's top, exposing a bit of cleavage. The shears opened and slid under the cloth then closed, cutting the material easily. It spread apart, revealing the soft curves of large breasts, and as the shears snipped again and again the material fell away, revealing soft smooth skin.

A single snip cut the bound girl's bra in two between her breasts, and the straining soft flesh fell out, free to flop about with Janice's futile struggles. The snipping continued, cutting her jeans, revealing her strong lean legs. The last to go was the panties; cute pink cotton things that stood out in contrast with the dark punk rocker style of the rest of Janice's outfit.

Jenn pushed Janice's now naked body over with her boot, rolling her away from the shredded remains of her clothes. Janice had been quiet while the clothes were removed, but with the touch of Jenn's boot she emitted a muffled scream of frustration through the cloth wadding in her mouth.

Moving to the table again, Jenn returned the scissors and picked up a strange looking collar. Janice looked so small and vulnerable, laying in the middle of the large concrete floor, naked and hogtied. Jenn walked back slowly, knelt next to her, and ran her hands over the beautiful girl's nakedness. Memories of making love flooded her and she could feel herself getting wet, lubricating between her legs as she slid her hands around Janice's neck and felt the urge to squeeze.

Instead she encircled the soft skin with the collar, bucked it tightly and then locked it with a padlock.

"One more thing and we will be ready to begin," Jenn stood and walked to the center of the large factory floor. A heavy iron ring was embedded in the concrete. A chain was locked to it. Jenn bent over and picked up the end of the chain, and dragged it over to where Janice lay, struggling and attempting to move toward the door in tiny movements. Jenn grabbed Janice's ankle and snapped a metal cuff attached to the end of the chain around it.

"There. That should do it. We are ready to begin."

Jenn took the shears and began cutting the ropes off Janice, first freeing her legs, and then her arms, and then her wrists. As soon as the wrists were free she ducked out of the way because Janice immediately took a swing at her.

Once Jenn was out of reach Janice reached up, undid the gag, and threw it away as hard as she could.

"You. Fucking BITCH!" screamed Janice. "I should have drowned you when I had the chance! I hope you lay at the bottom of that mud slop for days before someone got you out! What do you think you are going to do with me now, anyway? To think I liked you, even fucked you once! You are nothing but a wh--"

Janice's eyes went wide and her screaming rant suddenly stopped with a choked squeak. On her collar, a small box had a tiny red light that had lit up and was glowing. Her hands shot up to her neck and grabbed the collar, and she dropped to her knees, continuing to gurgle. The red light went off and Janice dropped the rest of the way to the ground where she began panting and clawing at the collar, trying to get it off.

"What... the ... fuck..." she said in a wheezy voice.

"So, Janice. That was an introduction to your new situation. That's a modified dog shock collar you have on. It actually uses some parts from the waist restraints they use for prisoners. I know it is quite painful, I tried it on myself to test it out. Last time I do that, let me tell you!"

Janice sat on the floor, tears flowing down her cheeks as she realized her situation. Chained and unable to get to any of the exits of the warehouse, with a shock collar controlled by her bitch ex-lover who was willing to use it at any excuse. She gulped and continued quietly crying.

"Wow. That is much, much better! Amazing how quickly you are learning. One basic shock! And at a relatively low setting!"

"Jenn, that wasn't a low setting. Really, I almost peed myself it hurt so bad. Please don't do this." Janice sounded contrite.

"Babe, I really didn't want to. But if you learn some manners, and trust me, you will learn some manners, then maybe we can learn to be friends again. Maybe even be intimate again." Jenn sounded sincere.

Janice said nothing, she just calmed herself, slowing her breathing. Jenn watched her beautiful body move as she breathed.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Jenn unzipped her jeans and slid them off. Her fingers hooked her panties and took them down at the same time, exposing herself from the waist down. Kicking her pants and boots aside, she pulled a chair over within reach of Janice's chain, and sat down, spreading her legs wide.

"Do me, Janice. Make me cum."

Janice lay still for a moment, eyes shooting hate like tracer bullets. Jenn lifted the remote to her shock collar, thumb over the button. That prompted Janice into action, and she slowly crawled the few feet to where Jenn's legs were spread and waiting, her cunt wet with anticipation.

Janice buried her face between Jenn's legs and let her tongue begin to work. Jenn moaned slightly, leaning back in the chair, moving her hips out to encourage Janice.

"Fuck, Jan... you have always been good. Hard... get inside a bit, yes.... that's it..." Jenn gave panting directions as Janice slid her tongue around expertly, sliding across Jenn's slit and clit.

Yes... yes... keep going, you are doing good baby.... " Jenn was sweating slightly, and her hips rocked together with Janice's motion. She was approaching climax, feeling the warmth begin to flood her hips. Her hands gripped Janice's head and pushed it in, guiding her ex-lover.

With a sudden, obviously planned motion, Janice reached up and grabbed the remote out of Jenn's hand. Jenn was completely absorbed by her oncoming orgasm and had no time to react. As soon as Janice had the small unit she leaped back from Jenn, slammed the remote down on the concrete floor to break it, and followed up by slamming the chain down on the plastic box over and over until all that was left was tiny broken shards of plastic. She screamed as she smashed it and when she was done she sat staring at the remains.

"You don't really think that tantrum is going to help, do you?" Jenn stood to the side, and raised her hand for Janice to see. Janice's eyes grew wide with fear as she saw a second remote control, Jenn's thumb resting on the button.

"You were doing so well there for a bit. But leaving me unsatisfied is just... well, not to be tolerated." Jenn's thumb moved slightly, pressing down on the button.

Instantly, Janice shrieked, rolled over as all the muscles in her body tensed from the electric shock rolling through her body. Her hands made it to her neck and clawed at the collar, but otherwise her body simply convulsed on the floor. Her legs splayed wide, straining.

The shock only lasted a few seconds but it felt like an eternity to Janice. When it stopped she was sobbing, begging Jenn to stop, for no more, that she would behave. Jenn came over and stroked her lover's hair, putting her head in her lap once again, holding her lovingly.

"Of course, Janice. It pains me to see you in pain. I want nothing more than to see you learn your place and behave, so that you don't have to experience pain ever again." She kissed the tears on Janice's cheek.

"Let's try again, shall we?" Jenn spread her legs and Janice moved her head into place, beginning her work again. This time she brought Jenn to an almost immediate orgasm, her tongue slurping and sliding across Jenn's cunt, until the goth bitch shook and shoved her hips into Janice's face, hard, and came.

Gasping from the effects of her climax, Jenn lay on the floor, wrapping arms and legs around Janice, holding her lovingly. Janice lay next to her dominant, afraid to do anything but be still. She tasted Jenn, her face smeared with saliva and Jenn's cunt juices. She felt Jenn's body against hers. She wondered how long she would be here and how best to handle things.

"That was good, Janice! Now, I think it is time for some more lessons." Jenn rose, kissing Janice once on the cheek.

"Now. Crawl over there, to the table, and pour us a drink, will you?" Jenn indicated a rough table at the side of the warehouse and the bottle of wine and glasses that occupied it. Janice rose and began walking over to the table, obedient. Just a couple of steps she gasped, her legs convulsed and she fell to the floor. Tears flowed from her eyes. The shock was only for a second, but it was unexpected and Janice lay on the floor, legs splayed wide, chest heaving.

"I said to crawl, dear. We must learn to crawl before we walk."

Janice rose to all fours, and started crawling. Her sizable breasts hung below her and swayed slightly, her ass up in the air, cunt visible from behind. Upon reaching the table, Janice rose to her knees, poured two glasses of wine, and then looked questioningly at Jenn. The question was obvious. She couldn't carry the glasses while crawling.

"Go ahead and carry them over here. You have permission to walk."

Janice stood and brought the glasses over. Jenn took hers, and sipped the red wine while observing her naked slave. Janice took a sip, but red wine spilled and tricked down her naked chest and breasts. She was nervous, stressed from the situation.

"Jenn, I accept you are in control for now. But you can't keep this up. I will be polite and obedient because I have to. But how stupid is this? How stupid are y--" Janice's body jerked from a short warning snap of electricity.

"Suckle my breasts," Jenn demanded. She pulled her top over her head, exposing two perfectly formed boobs, firm but soft, nipples hard. Janice crawled over, placed her arms on Jenn's thighs, and leaned over to suck on her left breast. Her own breasts hung down and slid across Jenn's stomach and crotch as she suckled. Jenn moaned and leaned her head back, enjoying the attention and stimulation.

Janice suckled and slurped for 10 minutes or so, until Jenn told her to stop.

"Janice, you are dear to me," Jenn said slowly and carefully. "It is important to me that we re-establish our relationship properly, and that it be mutual. It's only fair that I serve you as well. Lay down on the ground, and spread your legs."

It wasn't a request. Janice did as she was ordered. Spreading her legs wide to expose her pussy.  Jenn knelt down and slowly licked, flicked, and stimulated Janice's pussy lips, expertly stimulating her just enough and slowly building. Janice resisted her natural tendency to enjoy Jenn's expertise, but finally gave in, thrusting her hips up as Jenn thrust her tongue deep slid back out over Janice's clit, and then back again. Janice shuddered and moaned in a controlled climax then flopped on the floor, sweaty.

"So, Janice. I have to go for a while. I am leaving you with some food and water over there."

"NO! Jenn! Don't go, you can't leave me here chained like this! What if I am cold, what if I need to pee?" Janice was panicked.

"The cold won't be that bad. Be grateful I don't have you suspended from the ceiling or roasting on a spit. As for body functions... use that area over there. There's a bucket." Jenn was sliding her clothes back on as she spoke, and headed for the door. Janice knelt naked in the middle of the floor, her chain keeping her from following.

Before leaving, Jenn stopped at the entrance to the warehouse and turned to Janice.

"I think you should thank me properly."

"What the fuck for? Kidnapping me and forc-------aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!"

"Thank me for paying attention to you, for taking the time to help you learn."

"Thank.. thank.... thank you Jenn. For ... whatever... " Janice panted, and then screamed again as the shock stiffed her body.

"Thank me for dominating you. Admit you are worth nothing."

"Yes... Jenn... thank you for teaching me manners, thank you for punishing me!" Janice spit it out with venom.

"That will do for now. See you a little later." Jenn left and the heavy metal door clanged shut, leaving Janice alone, chained to the floor in the deepening gloom of the evening.

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Janice pulled and yanked on the chain around her neck to no avail. The links squeezed and slipped, pinching her fingers and drawing blood. Her neck became raw from the constant movement as she strained to budge the collar, or at least disable it somehow. She couldn't it was too well constructed.

Thirsty, she walked over to where the dog dishes were. She leaned down and tried to pick up the one with water, but it was glued to the floor. Janice bent over and slurped and lapped the water up, then turned to the food dish. As far as she could tell it had dog food. She ate it.

After several hours her bladder was about to burst and she gave in, squatting over the bucket and letting a stream of urine fill it. The heat of the liquid rose and felt warm against her bare. When she was done she pushed out shit, hearing the wet plop as it fell into her urine.

Never had Janice felt so demeaned or humiliated. Or so angry.

Jenn returned late at night. Janice was huddled in a corner, trying to stay warm away from the stink of the bucket. Jenn removed the bucket and dumped the contents in another room, and returned it. She leaned over and kissed Janice lovingly. Janice kissed her back, but with less enthusiasm.

"I bet you have been bored and pretty lazy while I have been gone. Let's get you working. It is always good to give a pet some exercise, you know?" Jenn motioned for Janice to come to the middle of the concrete floor.

"Let's have you do some jumping jacks. 20 of them. Go!"

Janice gaped at Jenn and didn't move. The shock that gripped her neck rippled through her muscles and she squeeled, "OK! OK! OK!"

After a moment of recovery, Janice began the jacks, swinging arms wide up, legs apart, then jumping back together. Her breasts bounced beautifully. Jenn enjoyed the motion of Janice's beautiful body.

"Good. Now, let's do some stretching! On your ass! Legs wide!"

Jenn guided Janice through a thorough workout, and the sweat began form and trickle down her bare flesh as she worked. Jenn loved the sweaty look, and kept working Janice hard. She only had to use the shock collar once more, and only for a very brief reminder. Janice was obedient.

When Jenn finally allowed Janice to rest, she provided a towel to wipe off the sweat and kissed her on the top of her head. "You are doing well, really. We can start establishing some more refined rules for you. Let's see... first, you get that obedience is key. Always obey without argument. You understand that, right?"

Janice nodded.

"Good. The other main rule is to show respect at all times. Look at me lovingly, proactively try to make me happy with you, service me. Kneel before me, knees spread and hands on knees with your head down. Try it now."

Janice shifted and assumed the slave position, exposing her cunt and breasts, face looking at the ground.

"Good girl," Jenn patted Janice's head. "The last rule will be to always take care of yourself. Keep yourself clean and groomed. I will provide items to wash and care for your hair. Make me happy with you, and you will be happy in return."

"Jenn, how long are you going to keep me here? You can't do this forever." Janice's tone was submissive, though it still had a hard questioning edge to it.

"Janice, you are walking a fine line right now. Do not question or challenge me. I will let this pass this one time. The answer to your question? I will keep you here as long as it takes."

It must have been nearly midnight and Janice was exhausted, but Jenn had more planned.

"Let's do a little training. Turn over, hands and knees, ass in the air. Don't move."

Jenn removed her clothes as Janice waiting in the position. Jenn produced a strap on harness, and inserted a huge dildo, 10 inches long and quite thick. She pressed it against Janice's ass, pushing gently but persistently. Eventually it invaded the girl's body, sliding in a few inches, accompanied by a small squeal of pain from the slave. Her sphincter muscles pulsed, clutching the soft rubber, alternately squeezing it and pushing it out.

The dildo slid out an inch or two and then pushed back in, further this time. Janice gasped and hung her head, pressing her forehead to the floor. "Oh... my god... that hurts. It is too big! Jenn, please!"

Each thrust of Jenn's hips rammed the dildo deeper, slid it out further, and then deeper yet. Eventually the thrusts were running the entire length of the dildo, which plunged deep into Janice's bowels. Jenn put her hands around Janice's hips, slid them around until her stomach and breasts lay on her submissive's back, and felt her stomach move with each thrust in. The invasion was pressing and moving Janice's internal organs around, she felt like her insides were being scrambled.

The dildo ass fuck was humiliating. To be forcibly fucked by a strapon was one thing, but up her ass, like some gay male? Tears squeezed from her eyes, from a mix of pain and humiliation. And yet, there was something deeply erotic in being taken this way by her beautiful ex-girlfriend. She began to feel enjoyment in spite of the pain.

"Fuck... fuck... oh my god, oh... fuck!" Janice was panting with pain, but Jenn reached around and played with Janice's clit, pressing and sliding in sync with her thrusts. Janice reacted to the stimulation, began panting and moaning, the moans mixed with cries of pain. It was a true pleasure/pain experience, and the pleasure mounted steadily until Jenn could feel Janice's body tense and shudder beneath her. She moaned loudly, and collapsed on the floor.

Jenn let the dildo slide out of Janice's ass and waited a minute or two for Janice to recover from the ass reaming she had just experienced. When her breathing slowed a bit, Jenn pushed the dildo into Jenn's face, and simply said "Suck."

Janice turned her head away from the slimy rubber protrusion that had just been up her ass.

"Suck!" Repeated Jenn. Janice refused silently.

"Aaaggggkkkkkkkkkk!" The jolt hit Janice as her neck felt like it was on fire for a moment.  She opened her mouth and took the shit smeared dildo into her mouth and began sucking.

The long rubber dong slid about halfway down the slave's throat before she choked and pulled back. Jenn thrust it forward again, pushing deeper. Janice couldn't breathe, and grabbed the strapon and pulled it out, gasping for air.

Jenn produced a pair of straps. "Turn around. You need some help with this exercise."

Janice turned her naked body around, still kneeling. Jenn yanked one strap around Janice's wrists, securing them behind her back. The other strap went around her elbows. This one she pulled slowly but steadily, bringing Janice's arms behind her back closer and closer until the elbows touched. Janice made sounds of pain, grunting and whining, but Jenn simply cinched the strap tight and buckled it in place.

"Turn around." Janice struggled a bit, but managed to turn toward Jenn, opened her mouth wide, and took the large dildo into her mouth. Jenn thrust it in, sinking deep down Janice's throat, holding it there as Janice's face turned red and her stomach and throat convulsed, trying to get some air. The strapon was pulled almost all the way out and Janice gasped and a bit of vomit dribbled down her chin. The dildo sunk in again, and the process began again.

For 15 minutes Jenn fucked Janice's mouth, slowly training her to take the dildo deeper and deeper down her throat. The front of her chest and breasts were slimy from drool and vomit when Jenn finally pulled away from Janice and let her collapse on the floor, panting, recovering.

"A good training session, dear. You are coming along well." Jenn kissed her pet on the head, gave her another towel to clean herself off, and left.

That night Janice slept in the dark with the towel as a substitute for a blanket.

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The next day Jenn trained Janice to crawl on her hands and knees. For a while Janice wore a lovely fox tail, a puffy thing sticking out of her ass that swayed as she crawled along. There were some small problems at the beginning of training, but they were resolved quickly with short zaps from the obedience collar. After a couple of hours, Janice was perfectly behaved, learning to walk at Jenn's side, sit, heel, and even to urinate on command.

"Janice, you are doing so well, I think you may be ready for the next stage in your training!" Jenn sounded really pleased.

Janice blushed. She had mixed feelings. On one side of her mind, she wanted to get to Jenn and strangle her to death. On the other side, she was pleased with the progress she was making and with the attention and care Jenn was providing. Their previous battles really had obscured her affection and even love for Jenn. She could feel them being released as she learned this new relationship.

Jenn brought out a strange contraption that didn't quite make sense to Janice when she first saw it. It was made of metal, with wide, stiff metal straps that looked homemade and maybe a bit rusty. One of the straps had some holes. Another of the straps had a small metal box with a padlock and some wires.

It became clear what this thing was when Jenn demanded that Janice stand with her legs spread wide and arms above her head. Jenn slipped one of the straps (the one with the holes) between Janice's legs, and the other circular metal ring went around her waist. It was essentially a kind of chastity belt, but the box in back held a remote controlled shock device, which was wired to electrodes welded on to the understand of the strap going through her crotch. Extending from the crotch was a metal phallus positioned to slide nicely up Janice's pussy.

Janice shuddered to think of being locked in this new device, but Jenn closed the waist ring, pulled it uncomfortably tight, and with a small *click* fastened it with a padlock. The metal phallus slid into place automatically with little hassle, filling Janice's cunt hole.

"Time to get dressed," Jenn said, pointing to a pile of clothes in the corner. Janice had been naked for so long now it seemed a little weird putting on clothes, especially these. They were slightly too small for her so that her breasts stretched the knit material of the top showing her nipples clearly. The skirt was plaid, and came only to mid-thigh. Enough to be appropriate with care, but she would need to cross her legs when she sat and not bend over.

There were no panties or bra.

Jenn opened the door to the warehouse, unlocked the chain and then removed the shock collar. What a relief! Janice almost cried with relief when the horrible torture device was removed, and Jenn stroked her face caringly.

"Thank you, Oh... just.. thank you..." Janice kissed Jenn, and their arms wrapped around each other for a moment of real affection.

Then Jenn pulled back.

"Don't thank me yet. Your chastity belt has a shock device in it, and you are still to obey absolutely. I am trusting you out in public but don't embarrass yourself or me and make me knock you down with a zap."

The two girls walked out of the warehouse into the alley. Jenn's car waited there.

As soon as she was outside and felt the sun, the fresh air, the openness of the alley, Janice had an urge to run. It overwhelmed her. She didn't think, didn't feel, she just took off down the alley, away from Jenn. Jenn simply stood and watched.

About 20 yards away at the end of the alley, Janice suddenly faltered, tripped, cried out in agony and fell to the ground. She writhed there, her hands clutching between her legs, struggling and rolling around. Her tight top slid up, exposing her bra-less breasts, and legs spread causing the skirt to rise above her hips, exposing her naked pussy and the wired metal strap that covered it. Her hands struggled with the metal frame that hugged her hips but would not come off.

Jenn slowly walked over to Janice where she writhed on the ground. As she got closer, Janice suddenly stopped writhing and gurgling in pain.

"There is a proximity meter on your obedience belt," Jenn explained, standing over the recovering Janice, who was pulling her clothes down to cover herself. "If you get more than about 30 feet from me the belt kicks in with a continuous shock that won't let up. As you felt, you really don't want that to happen. I recommend you stay close."

Janice crawled to her knees and knelt at Jenn's feet. "I am sorry, Jenn. I don't know what got into me. Just... the feeling of being free. I will be obedient."

"Good girl," Jenn said and kissed the top of Janice's head.

They drove together to a small coffee shop a few blocks away. Jenn ordered them both a coffee and they sat in comfortable chairs in the back. Janice felt wonderful being outside and getting some real food, though the tight metal obedience belt was quite uncomfortable and she had to constantly shift position. She couldn't cross her legs without the metal cutting into her thighs, but she couldn't sit with her legs open without exposing her pussy as she sat. It was a struggle.

After a while they returned to the warehouse, where Janice undressed once again, and curled up to sleep on her pet bed, as she had learned to do.

Over the next several days, Jenn and Janice were inseparable, which was a necessity given the proximity meter. Janice never did find out where Jenn had hidden the based unit it depended on, but a couple of times getting out of range was enough to know it worked. The metal phallus up her cunt turned to a fire of electric shock and she quickly learned to stay close.

Jenn took Janice out repeatedly, on outings and errands. Janice was taught to walk one step behind Jenn with her head bowed at all times, and to be attentive to Jenn's needs. There were a couple of incidents when Janice didn't obey quickly enough to suit Jenn and ended up getting a nice jolt that made her stiffen and yelp. Her naturally tendency was to reach down and try to pull on the metal belt when this happened, but that resulted in her skirt going up and exposing her pussy. She quickly learned to simply take the shock that only lasted a second or two, and then be more obedient.

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Two weeks later, Jenn pronounced that Janice's training had reached an end. Janice dressed in her slut schoolgirl outfit and climbed in Jenn's car and they drove to Janice's home.

"I arranged for you to be away on vacation during these last two weeks, so your family and work won't think anything is strange about you being away. I don't expect you to retained your training, but I hope you might have come to the realization that we really are good for each other, as long as you know your place and submit to me. If not, so be it."

Jenn parked two doors down from Janice's house, leaving the engine running.

"Here is how this will work. You get out of the car here. The key to your obedience belt is in the mailbox of your house. I will drive away when you get out of the car, so get to the mailbox as fast as possible. Use the key on the padlock and take off the obedience belt, and go inside, take a shower, and get back to life."

Jenn leaned over and kissed Janice, a long deep kiss. They both felt the connection between them.

Janice opened the door to the car, but before getting out, turned to Jenn and said, "Jenn, you are a total bitch. Just because you shock me into being your fucking slave doesn't mean you are not a bitch. Shock me for saying this, but I fucking hate you, and hope you shrivel and die."

Tears were running down Janice's face as she said this. She got out of the car and ran as fast as she could to her house. Jenn put the car in gear and drove away. In her rear view mirror she saw Janice reach inside the mailbox just as a massive wave of pain hit her. She hung on to the mailbox, scrabbling for the key, and managed to get it before she dropped to the ground as Jenn turned to corner out of site.

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That night, Jenn lay in bed reading a Micky Knight mystery novel when the phone rang.

"Jenn?"

"Janice? Is that you?" Jenn was pretty sure she recognized the voice though it sounded rather quiet and meek.

"Yeah."

"What is it Janice? You made yourself pretty clear when I released you today."

"Um... Jenn... " There was silence. Jenn waited.

"Jenn, it's just that... Well. I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep."

"Really, Janice? What's wrong?"

"I miss you Jenn. I've been masturbating all evening thinking about you, between crying and feeling lonely. I don't know what you did to me, but I... I need you..."