The Sarcophagus
The End
Her ballooned and now supersensitive nipples and breasts, imprisoned within
their separate chambers, were suddenly rippled by a horrifying series of shocks
that turned them into twitching mounds of feminine torture that she'd never
even suspected she could be subjected to, until the 'Tests' had been done. A
different rhythm of suction from that on her clitoris began tugging at her doubly
pierced nipples. Inside the teat sucker cups, her flesh strained against the
vertical pins locked into it and a wild screaming fit shivered through her totally
immobilized body when small irises closed around the circular notches on the
exposed tips of the deeply penetrating pins, locking her nipples into them,
then slowly pulled outwards. It was almost too much to bear and retain any self-awareness;
but the Experimental Staff had foreseen this happening and her air was laced
with a nearly fifty percent oxygen mixture so that she couldn't escape by fleeing
to unconsciousness. The shocks through her nipples died away for a second or
two then escalated from around the bases of her straining breasts, pulsing through
the entirety of each fleshy mound with agonizing strength and frequency. A sudden
squeezing pressure began alternating with the suction on her nipples when the
cups began their first forced milking. The pressure was severe, squeezing her
bulging, snared flesh mercilessly while they were electrified over and over
again. She became incoherent with the agony of sensations.
At the same time these started, other, at first mild then stronger and stronger
shocks began to ripple through her rapidly drawn out and retracting clitoris.
More frantic, mewling screams erupted within her mind, nearly shattering her
humanity while she bit reflexively down on the gag-pad that kept her mouth stretched
wide and thoroughly plugged. Her pierced tongue surged in an agonized frenzy
against its multiple steel impalements and fastenings when other shocks rippled
through it! Within her trembling and water-filled belly, the vaginal dildo continued
its weird vibration, thrusting, and flexing, now also shocking the sensitive
fleshy organs pressed intimately around it's circumference and length.
The session continued, and as intended, she didn't know what to focus her
thoughts on, for all of the sensations flooding through her made into a combined
whole that was completely overwhelming. Her thoughts whirled in a tornado of
hyper-awareness while the voice telling her of her duties and responsibilities
as a slave female became louder and louder. She continually tried to twist and
surge against her immobilization; but nothing could free her. A series of stupendous
screaming fits shook her mind and her consciousness shattered like a fine crystal
goblet dropped onto a concrete floor; leaving her primal subconscious and her
very essence as a female laid utterly vulnerable. Within the isolation of the
Sarcophagus, she was returned to her bare beginnings and the voice began to
imprint her new personality and way of life on the tender ground of her psyche.
The sensory deprivation and the incredible stimulation of her breasts and sexual
organs, in combination with the assaults of the electrical stimulation and pain,
all acted to deeply embed the responses that she would soon make automatically.
For the first session, she was kept in this state of primal vulnerability
and enforced sensation for a full four hours, then at last the pain of the electro-shock
treatment changed subtlety; becoming a stimulatory teasing rather than a torturing.
The transformation was slow to occur; but it too was torture, for it wasn't
strong enough to push her over the edge to orgasm, yet. Sometime during the
harrowing and mind-altering session, she'd been allowed to release her enema
solution; but now, quick bursts of cold water flushed deeply up into her writhing
belly. In combination with her again frantic mewling and strangled screaming,
she was driven ever closer to an explosive release.
No movement was reflected on the outer casing, despite her tensing muscles;
yet the pulsating, vibrating shocks continued to course through her captive
femininity in ever-intensifying cycles of sensation. Deep inside her abdomen,
the plugs began to cascade further waves of sensual vibration through her steel-compressed
and controlled belly. Her breasts throbbed and shivered with teasing trickles
and jiggles of electricity while the suckling action on her nipples became gentle
mind-caressing surges of pleasure. Christine's arousal climbed higher and higher
until she thought that she could stand no more of the painful delight, then,
just when she was ready to explode with a volcanic orgasm from the next pleasurable
pulse, everything came to an abrupt stop. She was immobilized and completely
unable to assist herself to an orgasm, dangling in a silent nothingness of unfulfilled
desire. She screamed out the wild frustration in her mind while her muscles
trembled violently against their many restrictions.
The program ticked slowly through fifteen minutes of untouched existence,
giving her time to resume what little rational thought she was capable of, now,
inside the Sarcophagus. "It's not fair!" she wailed over and over to herself;
but when she began to accept her fate, the computer started the process of stimulation
all over again. Irresistibly, it worked her upwards in small increments until
she teetered on the very edge of an orgasm that would make all others she'd
ever experienced pale by comparison.
Everything, stopped, again, just as she was about to erupt.
The computer monitored her brain activity, heart rate, core temperature, the
moisture level within her vagina, the minuscule muscular contractions of her
skin; and a myriad of other signs of the onset of orgasm, and cruelly, was set
to withhold it from her. Finally, she reached the assigned set of parameters
and was allowed to experience the most devastating orgasm of her 18 years. The
galactic whirlpools of stars in her mind exploded in super novae of sensation
and all consciousness fled like leaves before an Autumn storm. Although she
still breathed the nearly fifty percent mixture of oxygen, her mind could no
longer handle the crashing sensations that her very femaleness generated and
she, like many before her; to all intents and purposes evaporated into the mists
and crannies of her own mind.
While she was still unconscious, the programming of the computer ensured that
she was fed a rich mixture of nutrients both through the lower bowel and by
pumping them directly into her stomach, down the throat tube. Her bladder was
emptied by remote control and some time later other electrical contacts within
the Sarcophagus were activated in such a manner that her muscles received the
correct amount of stimulation to keep her in proper physical condition.
Her oxygen level was automatically lowered to normal and she stayed deep in
her coma for the next eight hours. The first of her Therapy sessions had lasted
only four hours and the sexual stimulation and reward part another four. While
she slept, a continual background of white noise was fed into her ear plugs
to ensure that her brain didn't descend into a state of psychic shock and self-destruction.
This noise though, would cease when the computer sensed from her brain wave
patterns that she had returned to awareness. It was required that she be fully
aware that she was, in fact, held in totally controlling bondage and isolation.
Christine finally came back to full awareness and began desperately to want
to be returned to the freedom of her previous existence; but her next Therapy
session commenced immediately. She was again soon screaming out her paean of
tortured femininity while the next layer of conditioning was laid in over the
first. At the end, she was rewarded once more with another series of incredible
orgasms and once more she plummeted into a never-never land.
The 'Therapy', while she remained within the Sarcophagus, was unstoppable
and unavoidable.
Within a week, Christine had become totally compliant, unable and unwilling,
now, to do anything but what was decreed for her. She nevertheless remained
deeply captive and utterly isolated from the world. The sexual releases she
was forced to experience after each session grew in violence and intensity and
she rapidly became addicted to them in the manner that some people become instant
drug addicts. As with all the other women who'd been incarcerated in their Sarcophagi,
she'd become a virtual black hole of sexual need and desire; unable to help
herself after having had the massive, mind-exploding orgasms heaped onto her
day after astounding day. She forgot everything about her former existence and
became a primal female protoplasm within the hardened carapace of the Sarcophagus;
slowly being evolved into something and someone completely different than when
she'd entered the Experimental Facility.
Intellectually, she'd known that this might happen as they'd told her it would;
but had been totally unaware of how quickly and intensely it would be accomplished.
Now, even that knowledge and awareness had been stripped from her like old,
sun-burned skin. She would eventually emerge from her Sarcophagus as the butterfly
most men could only dream of possessing, then be sent to her destiny as the
plaything of the super rich, somewhere in the world; despite what her sentence
had been.
Her Sarcophagus would become, in effect, her shipping crate, and at her final
destination, she would be carefully freed of it, then assume her new existence.
The only things that wouldn't change were her cuffs, collar, Chastity Belt,
and the fact that she would, for the rest of her life, be kept on a leash and
under some type of pervasive and permanent control.
She was committed, and there was no escape.
THE END
