The facility

Sarah wondered how the group could afford a place like this uptown. It was her Master’s wish that she’d go there. She knew it was a big step. The group never wasted time with small time business. She knew it was a modifying facility, so she was sure she’d leave considerably changed. But she didn’t know what those people were capable of. She heard rumours, other slaves talking about it but she never knew how much of that was actually true. As she rode up in the elevator her heart was pounding. She did it for her Master she told herself but her cunt knew better.

As the doors opened she stood in a clean white hallway. Across the elevator there was a desk. Behind it sat a breathtakingly beautiful redhead, sitting gracefully and sending her a smile. As Sarah walked up to her she noticed the redhead didn’t have arms. It looked like she was born without, even more it looked like her body was never intended to have some. Yet Sarah felt the lump in her throat thinking that the redhead was indeed a creation of the group. The redhead stood up gracefully, walked up to her on long, slender legs and asked Sarah to follow her. She could see the redhead’s obscenely long, strawberry red tongue. At a frosted glass door next to the desk the redhead bowed and touched the sensor with her tongue, moaning softly. The door slid open and the redhead walked in with Sarah in her wake.

The facility was an endless maze of glass booths, yet Sarah could hardly see anything since there was a small barrier of plants to block the sight. Sarah saw a woman in a lab coat walk up to her. The woman shook her hand.

• you’re Sarah, I suppose. I’m Dr. Grace. I know you’re probably wondering what lies ahead of you and what we can do. So I thought it would be best if I just show you around and show some our “exhibits”.

Sarah just nodded quietly as Dr. Grace walked up to the redhead and gently stroked her face.

• Even though she’s not really an exhibit, I consider this beauty to be one. We took her arms right off and prolonged her tongue. But we do not only engage in physical modifications. We do mental make-overs too. This one lives to serve, she was compliant before alright, but now she enjoys serving the group as a secretary like others enjoy a sensual massage. It was easy to break what little personality she had. Now she’s creaming her cunt just taking care of the business mail. But we thought it would have been mean not to grant her any pleasure for her spare time.

Dr. Grace began to stroke the redhead’s lips. The redhead in return opened her mouth and presented her tongue, moaning as Dr. Grace started to stroke her tongue.

• Even though she is horny all the time the only way for her to cum is by stimulating her tongue. It was rendered to be her most sensitive erogenous zone. She craves and needs to be stimulated. Even a trace of sperm or cunt juice would make her cum on the spot. If you’ll allow me.

Sarah didn’t even have time to protest as Dr. Grace slid her finger down her cunt and dipped it in briefly.

• Oh my, you are wet already, that shall be easy to accomplish.

She held up her finger that was wet from Sarah’s juices. The redhead moaned in anticipation. Slowly Dr. Grace put her finger on the redhead’s tongue and smeared Sarah’s juice on it. Almost instantly the redhead collapsed on the floor and shivered in what must have been a massive orgasm. Dr. Grace looked down on her smirking.

• Isn’t it nice to get such devoted workers? We’ll see if she recovered by the time we are finished.

Dr. Grace just stepped over the shaking redhead’s body and started her tour while Sarah followed behind her.

• Some of our exhibits are prototypes, some of them are donations, and a few of them were never picked up. It is just a fraction of what we can do. Like this one for example.

Dr. Grace stopped in front of a glass cubicle. Inside there was a blond girl, surely no older than 19. Sarah watched in shock as the girl didn’t have limbs at all. The girl slowly shifted at the sight of Dr. Grace and gave her a toothless smile.

• This one was simple. Her Mistress demanded her to be completely helpless. So we took off her arms and legs, pulled her teeth and cut her vocal cords. Also we modified her tiny little mind to be ever so aroused by being helpless. The thought that somebody could do something to her makes her so horny that she’d cum on the spot, if I was to go in and make her believe I’d use her. Unfortunately her Mistress was disappointed that her conditioning worked that well. As it turned out what she really had in mind was someone who’d cum being used not before it even happens. She returned her and got her money back, well some of it. We did consider it to be the Mistress’s mistake not to be precise enough about the parameters of the modification. This one does make a nice addition to our exhibition though.

She walked on gingerly while Sarah began do feel more and more in a daze. It was but a few steps before Dr. Grace stopped again. Inside this cubicle there was another girl, being tied to a strange gyno chair. At the sight of Dr. Grace and Sarah the girl immediately started to cum. Squirting juice that was collected in a small bowl beneath her.

• This little tramp is fun. We collected her off the streets and simply modified her mind to see what would happen. Feeling exposed in any way will make her cum instantly. That’s why we keep her strapped to one of our chair. Every time someone walks by she’d cum on the spot. We tested her on the streets too, but we couldn’t let her go back there. She was arrested eight times for lucid behaviour, so we keep her here. Come on.

Dr. Grace opened the cubicle and walked in. Sarah followed her and was assaulted by the heavy odour of cunt juice. The girl looked at her desperately and flinched with every word Dr. Grace said.

• Now, ain’t that a slut. Cumming like hell with complete strangers walking by?

As soon as she finished her sentence the girl came again hard and another load of cunt juice just gushed from her cunt into the bowl, which was pretty full by now. Dr. Grace waited until the orgasm subsided and then replaced the bowl with a larger, empty one.

• It is time to “milk” her.

As she turned for the door she simply switched on a small camera that stood in front of the girl.

• Say “hello” to the world.

With a primal scream the girl came again. Dr. Grace left the cubicle and closed the door behind her and Sarah.

• She knows the camera is sending a live feed of her on the internet. She knows she’s exposed to the world now. And she will be unable to stop cumming until we eventually turn the camera off.

Dr. Grace walked on.

• I collected her “discharge” because I need it for another one. But for now I want to see this.

It was another girl in another cubicle strapped again to a gyno chair. This one seems quite relaxed but densed as soon as she saw them. Dr. Grace put down the bowl and entered the cubicle.

• This one is one of our prototypes. She was modified years ago; we have by now improved our methods. Tell us, why are you here?

The girl looked at Dr. Grace almost hungrily.

• Because you made me.
• And what did we do?
• You gave me the gift to cum from pain alone.

Dr. Grace turned to Sarah.

• Unfortunately this little one cums now from any pain. We could never let her out.

She turned to the girl again.

• Why is it we could never let you out?
• Because I’d hurt myself to cum.
• That’s the problem. The bigger the pain, the bigger the orgasm. We found her trying to break her own fingers to cum and worse. So we made a deal. She’d stay like this and we’d let her cum routinely. Of course she needs to be restrained or else she’d cum all day and thus killing herself in no time. Of course she still has ways to make herself cum even now. All she does is to flex her muscles so long and hard until they cramp. You just aren’t a good girl, are you? All the modification we put into her didn’t override her original programming.

As proof Dr. Grace picked up a needle and stuck it into one of the girl’s toes. With a scream the girl came and Dr. Grace left the cubicle and they went on.

Next there was a cubicle that was divided into four smaller cubicles. There was a petite woman in each one and each one seemed desperate to open a small hatch that connected the cubicles with each other.

• Those are examples of a specialty of ours. These girls are modified to be aroused by different body odours. Of course we learned our lesson, so their own odours won’t do any good. We have all the possibilities combined here. One is virtually addicted to cunt juice, on to the taste of another woman’s ass, one to the taste of female sweat and one to the particular taste of feet. Each one has a small hatch that connects their cubicles together. In order to get their desired taste they have to give the other ones their needed taste first. A nice merry-go-round.

One of the girls was licking another one’s feet like there was no tomorrow, moaning and groaning in what appeared to be an endless wave of orgasms. All of a sudden a red light flashed and the girl reluctantly retreated.

• She would go on all day if she could. But she knows that she will only get her treat, if she gives hers.

The hatch closed and the girl shifted back to a hatch behind her putting her ass in it. The girl in the next hatch literally dove towards the girl and began eating her ass cumming like crazy.

Dr. Grace turned to Sarah.

• Of course we can combine the tastes or make them addicted to the tastes of male equivalents.

She winked at Sarah and went on. In the next cubicle there was a woman in her mid twenties. This one seems really desperate. There were a lot of well used sex toys in her cubicle and even now she pounded her pussy with a mean looking dildo. All the time she looked at Dr. Grace with tears in her eyes.

• Now she is truly a sad story. She was modified to be horny all the time, like you’ve seen before. But her Master required that she should be unable to cum unless he gives her permission to do so. Until then her need to cum was supposed to build up and make her craving stronger and stronger. We did modify her as planned but unfortunately her Master died before he could pick her up. Being horny to a degree that would leave her unable to lead anything that remotely resembles a real life and yet for obvious reasons unable to ever cum again, we kept her out of pity.

The girl grunted and pounded as if her life depended on it, yet tears flowed down her cheeks. Sarah gulped at the thought of being like her.

To be continued