Chapter One

The Developers - A Clinic

 

"Since you cannot see, Cindy," said Chester Logan, one of the clinic's senior technicians, "allow me to quickly explain what we are planning for you this afternoon. As we mentioned before, you are scheduled for our top of the line training session and you will be here for as long as it takes. All for one very high fee, of course." He laughed. Cindy groaned

"In the center of this clinically sterile room," Logan continued, "is The Controller, our primary trainer, a device that has multiple phases and which may soon be your very best mechanical friend. It can be adjusted to suit your needs and ours. Specifically, it has functions that will involve penetration of all of your body apertures in a wide variety of entertaining ways. It also is closely linked to your nervous system and thus detects and records your reaction to all stimuli. It looks and feels a bit like a wide motorcycle and you can imagine riding this giant beast if you want. Some of our patients tell us that they enjoy the 'ride' more if they visualize the treatment as a long, exciting ride on a big bike.

"So now, let's address your alluring attire. The latex suit you are wearing is intended to help facilitate the machine's functions and to simply assist you in adapting to what the controller provides. By the way, you look absolutely stunning in your latex body suit, boots and hood. We will modify it slightly, but this will remain your primary apparel until we are finished and this phase of your training is complete. Please shuffle, (as much as your hobbled feet allow), over to the center of the room and stand still while we carry out our preliminary set-up."

He shoved Cindy lightly forward until she felt the pointed tips of her latex, steeple-heeled boots come in contact with something hard, apparently mounted on the floor.

"Permit me to say that you have taken very good care of your body, my Dear. I suppose that as a model, you work hard to stay in shape and that shape is one reason why you were selected for this program," he added, running his hands lightly over the rounded, latex-enclosed surface of Cindy's ass. As he did this, the woman moaned slightly and her respiration rate noticeably increased as she breathed around the heavy steel ring already locked behind her front teeth in anticipation of yet another unpleasant device that Logan had promised her for her mouth.

"Now stand still and spread your feet to the side, slowly, slowly, until I tell you to stop. There, that's fine, Ms. McGill. That's just fine. Please do not move until I tell you. But first these short, weighted chains go on your rather rigid nipples. The rings we installed last week are well-healed by now and will take the strain, I'm sure. We intentionally used bigger, heavier ring stock anticipating this special training event.

He locked the two chains onto the steel rings of each nipple, tugged briefly on each to assure that they were well set and then he smiled, imagining what was to come next and how his pretty victim would probably react.

"We will now remove your ankle hobbles and assist you in mounting your trainer, Ms. McGill. Now bend down. It's pretty much like getting on a bicycle or horse. Don't worry, I have you and you won't fall. That's it. Slowly, until you are kneeling with one leg on one side of the machine and the other leg on the opposite side. The machine is only about two feet wide, so you can easily mount it as you would a horse with your lovely, latex-enclosed thighs and those elegant high-heeled boots. That's it. Now please bend forward until you feel your tits make contact with the top surface of the trainer and the weights and dangling nipple chains extend below into the tank."

"Tank?" Cindy mentally wondered.

She felt the weighted nipple chains off-load a bit and then heard a faint plop as the weights dropped into some kind of liquid below

"Good. That's perfect, Ms. McGill. Notice how your rather voluptuous tits seem to be suspended into the tank between your legs. Please hold still now while I lock those short chains to the rings below in the tank. That's right. Now bend over more and let your chained tits drop into the tank as well. That's correct. Yes, I know, the solution in there is a bit cold, but your body temperature will soon warm the liquid up.

"Now, Ms. McGill, Lois here is strapping your knees and lower legs to the floor and to the sides of the machine. Nice and snug, right? She'll also strap your ankles down as well so there will be very little movement for your legs from now on. If we notice movement there, we can tighten the straps at ankle and knees. In case there is a real need for more stability, we have additional thigh straps that can easily be applied. So do not worry."

The sudden cold enveloping her breasts was a shock and she shivered a bit as his hand on her back pressed harder until both breasts were submerged in the cold liquid and the cool metal surface of the unit seemed to suck her downward until she felt the aluminum surface nestled between her harnessed breasts. "Good, now we can see how well you fit the trainer, with the main unit and tank between your legs and your fine chest works hovering above in the solution with tits partially submerged in the cold alcohol-based liquid. I am now going to reach into the tank and, if our measurements are correct, lock your tit chains to the rings on the tank bottom.

"Yes, I know, it's a bit of a stretch and the cold liquid makes the boobs retract somewhat, but, there, now the left one is attached and then the right tit is well fastened and locked to the bottom of the tank as well. I'm sure you can now feel the slight tension that the weighted chains and rings are putting on your chest. Pity that you cannot see it.

"The sides of the tank are made of heavy, transparent acrylic so observers and video cams can note your stretched tits chained down tight to the bottom of the tank. This connection will hold you down and keep your body positioned as we want it to be, posed over the tank with tits submerged. Perhaps you might even agree that there are fewer more efficient ways to assure total and immediate compliance than breast restraints. You have experienced some aspect of this in the past, I expect, so this is really just another one of those little lessons that you will benefit from."

"Now, since your head is already in the right position, just turn to the right and look in my direction. I know you cannot actually see me, but please let me adjust your present ring gag. Hold still and I will also install a new and

nasty, deep oral plug that will fill your oral cavity, far enough so that the shackle link to your tongue can be locked to its base.

Knowing she had little choice and vividly recalling the highly motivating Taser shot they used on her a few days ago to encourage her compliance, Cindy tried to open her jaws even further. The promised jaw-breaker, rubber and plastic faux dick went into the mouth, fitting precisely into the ring's hole, its rounded tip just barely touching the back of her throat. Cindy had to concentrate not to vomit, knowing the unpleasant results of such an act. She found it easier to try and swallow and let her mouth adjust to the intrusion of both the probe and the ring. She felt rather than heard the tiny click that locked the ring on the tip of her tongue to the base of the cock.

"Good girl," soothed Logan. "Very nice. I'll bet that feels good, doesn't it, to have your tongue linked and chained to the gag plug? Sort of comforting, isn't it? In a minute, I will have to attach a new, heavier chain also to your tongue's ring and we'll pull that down and connect it to the base of the jaw ring. And that combination will serve as your new gag."

As Logan adjusted her gag arrangement, Cindy realized that the trainer also restrapped her arms and hands so that they were now fastened behind her, parallel to each other with wrists meeting opposite elbows.

"Okay," he said, "you've had a bit of rest while we changed your wrist restraints to these heavy, leather-lined shackles behind your back. You will note that this is a bit less restrictive than the rope you were wearing before, but that will change shortly, so enjoy the momentary arm and hand freedom. Similar cuffs are being fitted to your upper arms and these will help reposition your shoulders and draw your arms closer together. I must say that we are a bit conflicted as to whether to keep your arms parallel or bent upwards with hands at your shoulder blades. That's called a reverse prayer position. It's really a no-brainer kind of thing and I suppose the discomfort from either one is considerable.

"Ah yes, Lois, my esteemed sweet-assed helper, has elected to put your arms in parallel across your lower back, further binding the lower arms with these straps and then pulling the upper arm cuffs as close as possible. This puts strain on the wrist and arms and we have found that it tends to discourage patients from attempting to get free at any time.

The trainer woman continued: "On your back, a new chain is now run from your collar to the elbow chains and then down to the wrist cuffs and finally to the slender little ass hook that we are about to insert. Have you used an ass hook before, Cindy? Nod your head if you have. Good, that's what we thought. As you know, the wrong kind of hook can not only be painful but also dangerous. The last thing we want is for you to have a perforated intestine, so as we ease in this new hook, we want you to tell us if it is hurting you. I don't mean the usual discomfort that you get with a butt plug. I mean real pain which will indicate that the end ball is pressing on the inner intestinal wall. If that happens, we will remove this model and replace it with any one of the others that we have in our inventory.

"There now, how is that? Just the right amount of curve to the hook and a larger ball on the end. Later, as you are alone in your cage or cell, you can experiment and you will discover that the ball is an interesting erotic stimulator. By humping it, you will find that you can in fact generate a different sort of orgasm. I think it's maybe better than a butt plug or an actual butt fuck with a live dick because you can control its movements. I personally prefer the one with a bigger ball on the end, but then again, we need to leave room in your rectum for other surprises that will come shortly."

Cindy tried to relax her nearly numb arms and was able to move them only a bit before he locked the shackles on both wrists and upper arms above the elbow. For the captive girl, it was a worthless respite.

Logan continued: "Now please open your mouth. Wide, Cindy. Wider. That's it. Wider, please, I have a nice new rubber plug that will surely fit in a mouth as big as yours."

Logan began to push the huge false dick against her front teeth while Cindy let out a terrible moan as her jaws were stretched to their widest opening and she was experiencing some internal activity because of the fully installed ass hook.

"Yes, I know, it is stretching your lips and hurting your jaws, but they will soon accommodate this massive, plastic and rubber plug that's now going to go in and will fill your entire oral cavity. Once it's in there, I doubt you will make any meaningful sounds. After it is inflated, your eyes will feel like they are being forced out of your head....that's just a little extra benefit of this monster mouth plug. The tiny metal spikes mounted around the outside of the plug will serve to encourage you not to bite down. If you test them, you will understand that it pays to keep your jaws extended, even if you presently think there is no room for a wider opening."

He pressed on the back of her latex-sealed head, forcing her mouth to engulf the massive rubber thing as it slowly slid past her lips and front teeth, over her depressed tongue and towards the back of her throat. Cindy could taste the bitter rubber and plastic material and it wasn't a nice taste, she was sure. With the vacancies in her ass and mouth now filled, there was only one other cavity that need an inanimate occupant, she thought, but better now to wait and see what they planned for her cunt.

"Try to think of this as the live penis of your boyfriend," Advised Logan, who was still pushing the plug further into her mouth.

But I don't have a boyfriend, at least not one that is hung like this thing, Cindy thought.

The thing was huge. She felt the gag reflex coming and as before, consciously tried to repress it. She knew after previous gagging experiences and that to vomit right now would be ghastly and deserving of some other terrible punishment, so she breathed deep through her distended nose and slowly, the fat rubber thing in her mouth continued its trek over her tongue, past her molars toward the back of her throat until it would go no further and her lips were pressed against some sort of rubber seal.

"Very nice," Logan said. "You adapt so well, Cindy."

He inserted some sort of flexible plastic hose into Cindy's nostril and the girl realized it was covered in some sort of greasy lube as Logan forced it into her upper sinus cavity and then she felt it arrive at the back or her throat was well, in close contact with the invading mouth plug. The feeling was unpleasant, almost sickening. She breathed deeply and the discomfort eased slightly.

"This is an air hose to help you get more oxygen when you need it as the plug in your mouth will more or less prevent any air from entering or leaving your tender little mouth. I'm going to add a feeding hose as well in the other nostril, so hang in there while this hose goes all the way into your throat and gets just far enough so that you will still be able to swallow whatever crud they decide to feed you. As you are a bit overweight, whatever you get down this tube will not make you fatter, I guarantee you, but you are advised to swallow when you feel it come down the hose or you may drown in it. A nasty end to a sweet little body, if I say so myself." Logan actually snickered as he said this.

"Now, since we don't want you to try and remove any of these appliances, we have this very effective harness," Logan said as he placed a leather, multi-strap combination over Cindy's encapsulated head. Cindy felt the strap on the back of her neck and another strap went across the high bridge of her nose. The buckles on the harness were adjusted, then tightened again, bringing pressure on her head, neck and face, forcing her to accept even more of the mouth plug and pressing her chest and collar bone into harder contact with the padded upper surface of the tank below. Logan tightened the straps again on both sides of the head harness until he was assured that there was no slack remaining and the mouth plug was as deep as it could go while Cindy's chest pressed hard against the padded rim of the tank between her legs. The cold alcohol-based liquid in the tank actually felt relaxing, given the other torments that she was experiencing.

Logan stepped back to admire and inspect his new client. He was pleased that Cindy, with her well-rounded figure, made an excellent mounted trophy for display and demonstration of the trainer toy.

Cindy struggled, tugging at the bindings on her hands and feet. She found that there was no slack anywhere. Her legs were strapped to the floor and the tank device she now straddled much like a jockey on a race horse. She was surprised that they had done nothing thus far about her sex and there was, in the back of her tormented mind, that fog of doubt about what might come next, for she knew all too well Logan's predilection for the arcane. Whatever was next, Cindy was certain, would be even more distressing than what she was currently enduring with the gross thing in her mouth and her breasts and nipples secured in the tank.

At that very moment, Logan applied one of the gadgets that Cindy had come to dread. He hooked a dual-pronged nose hook into her already distorted nostrils, pulled the attached strap upwards over the crown of her hooded head, threaded its end through a D ring on the top of the hood and then attached it to the head harness strap at the base of her skull.

"Snug enough, Honey?" Logan asked, tapping her on the rubberized crown of her skull.

"Uh, ummm, ummhm," Cindy moaned as her nose, already stretched by the dual air and feeding hoses and was pulled further upward against tighter resistance of the head harness holding her onto the mouth plug and tank top.