Chapter 10
There was a hush as Tammy and her escorts entered. All the slaves and servants and Masters swung their eyes to her. Eating sounds died. Only the muted stereo continued. Tammy wanted to shrivel up and die. She almost started to cry. The sexual itching in her body-in that awful tube-was making her so terribly aroused! She felt a drop of cunt juice trickle down her inner thigh.
A Master ... the doctor ... called loudly, "Center of the table, Tammy. Jim is waiting!"
She walked, trembling, past the grossly fat Master and his cluster of children and servants ... past the old woman Master who this night wore a brilliant green robe ... to the "performing" area in the middle of the long marble table.
Jim was sitting there on a cushion, eating and drinking. A small cup of Elixir was beside him. He had sipped half of it. He had watched Tammy approach. His immense prick stuck out like a cannon over his legs, which were crossed in the lotus position. His golden brown eyes jittered nervously. He smiled. "Welcome to fuck city."
"Do we have to do it right away?"
"No. Eat something first." He snapped his fingers. A naked little boy jumped to be near. "Make Tammy a plate. Heavy on meat." The boy scurried to obey.
Tammy sat opposite Jim, with her legs closed, to hide the big gap in her crotch.
Jim grinned lopsidedly. "We star performers have a lot of privileges. That's part of the seduction-the Masters make you part of the Establishment." He tapped his giant prick with a finger. The massive shaft moved like a limb in a breeze. "They build in a lot of compensations." He glanced down at Tammy's thighs. "I've heard about your equipment ... all the come warts he sewed into your new hole." Jim bit savagely into a leg of chicken and drank some dark fluid from a goblet.
The little boy returned from his quick trip to the various platters and bowls of food. He handed a heaped plate to Tammy and hurried away to get her a goblet of something to drink.
Tammy was hungry. But she couldn't ignore the growing fire in her body. She gasped and couldn't stop rhythmically pressing her thighs together. Minor waves of alluring sensation came from her cunt entrance. The great hole in her body ached and burned for filling! She ate quickly. She noticed a film of perspiration on Jim's forehead and upper lip. His huge prick throbbed slightly. A small dribble of slippery secretion smeared the purplish glans below the small hole at the tip.
Jim's hand shook as he picked up the cup of Elixir. He sipped and handed the cup to her. "Finish it. I can't hold back much longer."
Tammy took it from him, hesitated a second, then drained it.
Jim's eyes showed hopelessness and anguished lust. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you in a couple minutes. Christ!" His hands fisted. "I hate it and I love it!"
Tammy whispered, "Me, too, I guess. I don't know-yet." She gobbled food as fast as she could. Her body seemed to cry for more and more fuel.
Jim's hand appeared and palmed her buoyant, jutting left breast. His eyes were hot. His hand was hot-electric-on her warm, tingling flesh. Tammy gasped and let the plate fall from her hands. The fork clattered on the marble. Tammy went all spasmy inside. The fleshtube in her body seemed to ripple eagerly, demandingly. She found herself staring at Jim's monster prick.
The Masters were gathering, closing in on the center of the table, eager for close-in views. Their slaves and attendants adjusted pillows, provided drinks, and complied with their Master's sexual desires-sucking, slow fucking, whatever trick the Master wished while observing Tammy and Jim.
Tammy was aware of the eyes, the eager eyes that were all around now. She didn't care ... yet did. She flushed with shame and with abandon.
She fell back on a low pillow. Her thighs fell wide open and her enlarged slit gaped wetly.
Jim was on his hands and knees, his prick hanging to the smooth surface of the marble table, leaving a sticky wet trail of juice as he came to her. Tammy watched, hypnotized, terrified, in an agony of lust. He came over her. His giant prick, like a blind log, prodded heavily into the swiftly narrowing V of her thighs and found her entrance. Jim locked his eyes to hers. His face was stiff with lust. He groaned as his prick slid into her endless cunt.
Tammy felt it-felt it!-as it penetrated up and in and up and in and IN and IN! She panted and shook. His prick was filling her body, gorging her belly, her stomach, or where her stomach used to be, and was prodding further-Tammy's eyes bulged as his prick fitted itself into the cup formed of clitorises that was the end of her long, stimulated cunt. Tammy spasmed on the thick, fifteen-inch prick. She shook as if in the grip of a high fever. Her heart labored beside that magic cup.
Jim panted. "I've got to-I've got to!" He reared back, dragging the giant prick almost out of Tammy. Then he plunged it in, drove it-all the way, straining her, possessing her totally.
Both their faces twisted and flowed like soft wax under the onslaught of the mind-burning intensity of the sensations created by that plunge. Tammy's chest seemed to explode with pleasure. Jim drew back-massive, exaggerated moves-and thrust-and thrust-and thrust!
Tammy ceased to exist as an individual, as an ego. She was a pulsing, sparkling cunt that existed only to feel, only to contain, a huge, rampaging cock. Tammy was only a body around a golden cunt, and a brain whose function was to experience the blinding ecstasy of the cunt!
Tammy was in orgasm! In orgasm! Panting, sucking desperately for air, expanding her chest, faster, faster, to serve the crowded lunge, for each time the huge sweet, fiery piston that was Jim's prick thrust up into her body it jolted her to quivering ecstasy and drove air from her in a forced exhalation. Tammy's mind swirled in unbelievable rapture. She slipped into semi-consciousness. There was no past or future, only the pounding, the rush of volcanic sensation the length of her abdomen, the sweet, overpowering shock of ultimate filling, the burst of climactic pleasure, the frantic panting for air-air!
She fainted and came to as Jim slowed to let her recover. He was seized by his own pleasure then and fucked her with giant thrusts, more selfish, more ruthless than she had thought possible, while she had awareness to think at all. Tammy became pure cunt again, moaning and shrieking in constant orgasm.
Jim groaned and shouted and loosed a gush of semen as his gargantuan cock, swollen to sixteen or seventeen inches, and thicker than ever, stretched her sleeve, made the sliding contact of nodes and flesh more exquisite, and bathed the molten pleasure cup in her chest at the end of that climactic plunge.
The sensory load was too much for Tammy. She blacked out for a few seconds. She never knew she had been gone. She became aware again of his massive presence in her belly-stomach-chest ... the core of her was a cock-a giant club of ever-stiff flesh that jerked and emptied into her.
Tammy could think a little. Jim lay on her breasts, his buttocks and hips still. She lay dazed, glowing, pulsing, obscenely content ... the bulk of his prick, as large as ever, heavy in her body ... and her body liked the sensation of this giant hook in it, this massive owning by another body, this unnatural link, exaggerated for greedy, jaded eyes.
Several Masters clapped. The doctor Master came forward to the table with his nurse, Helen. He ordered Jim to pull out. Tammy whimpered dazedly when the solid bulk slid from her body. It seemed a natural part of her, somehow.
The Master examined her. He greased his right hand and bare arm with a sterile oil from a tube and sank his hand into her cunt. He fingered her channel, an absorbed expression on his face. "Umm ... good ... " He twisted his hand like a burrowing animal, so that his palm and fingers touched every square inch of her noduled flesh sleeve.
Finally, he had his arm into her nearly to the elbow. His thick forearm distended her opening. His fingers probed the itchy cup of delight in her chest. Tammy lay passive, but panted and trembled during the examination.
"Pain anywhere?"
She shook her head. She chewed her lower lip. Her long cunt tightened on his arm and wrist as he continued to explore her inner cup with knowing fingers and thumb. Tammy was unable to suppress a moan of ecstasy.
The Master quirked a smile. "Excellent reaction. The nerve joinings are at least ninety percent in alignment." He said to Helen, "The long splice technique is proving out. Healing is complete. I'm really proud of this bit of work." He withdrew his arm. He caressed Tammy's lust-taut breasts for a few seconds. "You are an unqualified success. Go serve your Masters."
The portly Master who had first used her, in the plane, claimed her. He took her arm. The Master took Tammy to a corner of the room, a nook of banked pillows and pads. Lala, the fifteen-year-old blonde, was waiting, naked, smiling. The Master settled down into his nest of pillows. "Get Tammy a drink."
"Yes, Master." Lala rose and wended toward the table.
The Master regarded Tammy with kind eyes. He idly stroked his brown, muttonchop sideburns. His bushy hair was well-trimmed. He said, "You seem to have adjusted well enough."
"I've only been here a few weeks and already I'm ... I'm ... they made me into a thing."
He chuckled. "We are all things. The trick is to enjoy the unique advantages your differentness bestows upon you. Don't fight what has been done to you, Tammy. It is done. It will not be undone."
"Don't you-can't the doctor change me back to normal?"
"No. The powerful anti-rejection drugs he uses make it impossible; the shock to your system would be too great. Even if we Masters wanted to do that it would kill you. Our alterations are one-way."
"But ... that Master over there has new hearts put in."
"A new heart is simple compared to what was done to you, my dear. Your whole glandular system is different, your organs were rearranged and fixed into new positions, arteries and veins were rerouted, new ones added, and your nervous system was hooked into the system grown into the long, special vagina that was implanted in your torso. I understand it took a week and ten different sessions at the operating table to make you what you are now. You are a different kind of human being now. You'll come to appreciate that more and more as time passes."
Tammy pouted. She hung her head. Her lips formed the words: "I don't want to be different!" but she didn't say them aloud.
Lala returned with a goblet of grape juice for Tammy. Tammy drank it down; she was parched. And the Elixir was resurging, sending hot worms of lust up and down the length of her long cunt and into her breasts and nipples.
The master noted Tammy's increased breathing and restless stirrings. "Feeling sexy again, Tammy? Lala and I will help you." He opened his robe and exposed his noduled prick. It was hard. "Suck me off, Tammy."
Tammy turned over and lay with her head and shoulders across his hip. She guided his prick to her mouth. She was aware of Lala watching. Tammy blushed but sucked the Master's knobbed glans the best way she could.
The Master drew a shaky breath. "You use your tongue as if born to it!" He reflexively shoved more of his prick up into her mouth. His eyes fastened on her face-on her straining lips.
Lala asked, "Master, may I?"
"Do as you like."
"Thank you, Master!" Lala positioned herself on her back with her head between Tammy's legs. She patted Tammy's rounded buttocks. "Up on your knees, Tammy."
Tammy knew Lala's command was as good as the Master's. She obeyed. She secretly welcomed Lala's upturned mouth when the pretty blonde wriggled closer and kissed her big, drippy slit.
Tammy sucked the Master with all her skill, induced by the Elixir in her bloodstream, and by her fear of the pain egg she knew was close by.
The Master trembled on the brink of a quick orgasm. "Suck-suck-AHHH ... " His prick leaped up deeper into Tammy's mouth, spurting-spurting! She tasted a thick, chocolaty syrup. She whipped her tongue in it, against the clustered nodes on the underside of the jerking, spewing prick. Tammy swallowed the stuff and liked it. She sucked on the big glans to get more. She drained him of the flavored semen.
While Tammy sucked so well, Lala lay under Tammy's spread thighs, her mouth clinging to Tammy's enlarged vulva, her tongue fluttering against the natural clitoris and the ring of nodes just inside the vagina opening. Tammy was gasping with need. Her insides were a vast, deep ache. She writhed against Lala's head, smearing the girl's face with cunt juice.
The Master sighed with contentment. He watched the girls for a moment. He said, "Lala, arm fuck her. She needs a lot of penetration."
Lala slid out from under Tammy. She brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and got up on her hands and knees behind and beside Tammy, who still knelt with her mouth hovering over the Master's slightly shrunken prick.
Lala fisted her left hand and pushed it between Tammy's thighs-to the gaping wet slit-and into the long, hot cunt. Tammy shuddered at the welcome invasion and impulsively dipped her head and sucked the Master's prick into her mouth. Lala reached under Tammy with her right hand and fondled the girl's lush, hanging breasts. Her fingers tweaked the swollen stemlike nipples. Lala's fist drove into Tammy's body-up into her spasming cunt, until her arm was stopped from further penetration at the elbow bend. Her fist didn't quite reach into the waiting, begging clitoris cup in Tammy's chest. Her upper arm was pressed into the crease of Tammy's ass.
Tammy whimpered as she sucked the Master. She squirmed and pressed back against Lala's arm and shoulder. Lala opened her fist. Her fingers explored the cup. Tammy began panting and sucking wildly. She plunged her head to take almost all the Master's prick, to the back of her throat where it butted solidly against gag-triggering nerves. But Tammy didn't care. Her body-mind was melting in the fire of her shivery-hot climax. Lala was arm fucking her now-driving her forearm and open fist like a spear up into her body, sliding faster than Jim's immense prick. Her seeking fingers brushed into the cup with each thrust of her arm.
The Master was aroused by Tammy's erotic madness. Tammy gagged continuously on his prick as she kept it seated in her throat. She convulsed her palate on the thick shaft, made awful strangling sounds, sucked air horribly, and half consciously kept her tongue working on the long, noded surface. The Master gasped, "Fantastic ... fantastic." He started fucking up into her clinging, sucking, convulsing throat. Tammy's lips were leeched tight around his prick's bulk. She made ungulate passion sounds in her chest and throat ... animal sounds.
Lala grew tired. Her arm was weak from the fast pistoning. She drew her arm free of Tammy's spasming, hot, gooey cunt. Tammy wailed and felt cheated. She hardly knew who she was during this extreme state of lust and sexual tension and release.
The Master was breathing harshly, almost at climax. "Don't stop, Tammy!"
Tammy obeyed. She throbbed with the ache to be filled, but she sucked maniacally, and used her hands to cup his scrotum and fondle his balls. Tammy's sweet, full lips swept down the Master's prick, over the sensitive nodes, then yielded wet, glistening inches briefly, then swept-hot and clinging-down again till the glans was buried in the constricted, gagging, upper part of her throat. He grunted weakly, trembled, and spurted into her throat.
Tammy was greedy for his flavored semen. She used her hands to pump his cock for the last drop, while her suctioning mouth held his glans ardent prisoner.
He gasped, "Enough for now!"
Tammy released his prick. She rolled aside. Her belly and stomach area rippled and flexed. The Elixir was still rolling in her blood. She felt lightheaded, driven. She had to have something in her cunt! And Tammy was hungry again. Ravenous! She asked beseechingly, "Master, may I get something to eat?"
"Yes, go, and then go to Master number Two, our only woman Master."
Tammy did not like the old crone-bony hands and cruel, heartless mind. Tammy liked this Master best. He was kind underneath his selfishness. But Tammy said submissively, "Yes, Master!" She hurried to the table and piled a plate high with meats. She poured herself a goblet of milk and ate gluttonously, hunched over amid a welter of large pillows, apart from everyone.
As she ate, Tammy watched the activities: She saw Cathy kneeling between the widespread legs of Master number One whose eyes burned bright blue from aged sockets as she used her two tongues and altered mouth, cheeks, and throat to suck him to a series of spectacular orgasms. Janey was involved with the doctor Master and Helen in an involved triple sex-act. Alma and Georgie, the twin girls with real pricks growing from their loins, were writhing on the table, in the sixty-nine position, sucking each other's prick, and fucking each other with fat rubber dildoes at the same time.
The old woman Master was watching intently, calling instructions ... while two small girls, not over six years of age, sucked fiercely on her clit nipples. An older boy lay almost buried between her bent, lean legs, applying a vibrator to her gray-fuzzed slit and the protruding cluster of pleasure nodes. The woman Master twitched and jerked constantly. Her wigged head lolled for brief seconds as she was overwhelmed by the intense peaks of sensation.
Jim-Tammy looked for him. He wasn't in the orgy room. Olga, the Swedish girl with the special passage that started at her lips and reached down to the pit of her stomach, was amusing Master number Ten by plunging her left hand and forearm down into her throat. Dozens of young boys and girls acted as servants and attendants. They had not yet been altered. Perhaps they never would be. There were only so many freakish sexual things that could be done to the human body.
When she had finished her plate of meat and drained her goblet, Tammy felt refreshed. Refueled, she thought, humiliated, her old self again uppermost in her brain. The Elixir was still powerful in her. Her core still ached for filling-for fucking-but she was not out of control.
Tammy caught an imperious glance from the woman Master. Come to me! it said. Tammy went to the woman Master, wending her way through the hundreds of pillows and sponge mats and deep carpeting. There were paths created by servants. The woman gestured Tammy down beside her. She ordered one of the little girls away. "Ginny, go fetch the special vibrator I had made for Tammy. It's in my suite, in the bottom drawer of the green bureau." The little naked girl scampered away.
The woman slid her left arm around Tammy's shoulders and hugged Tammy close. "You're behaving quite well tonight, my dear. Adjusting remarkably well! I talked with the doctor and he is all puffed with pride at how you performed."
But the thoughts of escape still persisted in Tammy's mind. She hated being a slave to the Masters! She hated the irresistible lust imposed by the Elixir. It was unnatural and totally humiliating. Tammy was sure she was the same girl in mind at least, as before-before the kidnapping, before the Elixir, before the operation.
"Suckle of my nipple, Tammy ... Umm ... that's right ... little baby ... you give me so much pleasure ... such a clever little tongue."
Ginny returned a few minutes later with a long purple velvet-covered box. The Master took it and placed it across her lap. "Tammy, this is for you ... " She pressed the snaps and the arched top opened. Inside, lying in a pink satin bed, was a huge, flesh-colored dildo. It was a very accurately sculpted imitation of a prick, and was even longer than Jimmy's prick. "Lift it out, dear child."
Tammy didn't want to even touch it. But she had to obey. The thing had the feel of skin and flesh and it was heavy! There was a hand grip on the end and a control knob of some kind.
The Master took it from Tammy. "It has a vibrating mechanism inside and six batteries. This knob controls the intensity of the vibration." The Master's smile accented her hooked nose, and spread a tracery of wrinkles across her withered face. She said, "This is my gift to you, my child. It is yours to keep. I'm sure you will find it of great value when you are alone and in need of relief of tension."
"Thank you, Master."
"Try it. See how it works." The Master handed the heavy, realistic thing back to Tammy.
Tammy held it and wanted to smash it. It was a horrible pink and white club. Part of her mind was revolted at the thought of pushing it into her body ... and part was curious and wanted it! Tammy knew she had to obey. The egg-she couldn't face even a split second of that kind of terrible pain.
"Work it in slowly, dear."
Tammy obeyed. The heavy length lay between her opened legs. She pulled the head of it into her still-drippy slit. It felt so good! She was ashamed of the pleasure and of her desire for more and more of the shaft. Tammy pulled the solid fleshlike column up into her glowing cunt ... deeper and deeper until she lay on her back, knees up, arms pushing her large, jutting breasts into startling prominence as she gripped the end of the dildo between her twitching thighs. Tammy sighed. She was complete again-filled again! Her chest pulsed with hot sensation as the wonderful cup next to her fast-beating heart was full of the plastic-fleshed dildo head.
"Now, Tammy ... turn the knob just a little bit."
Tammy's fingers found the control. She twisted it a fraction. It clicked and she felt ... a soft, gentle pulsing the whole length of her cunt. It was a delicious pleasure, different from pure fucking. Tammy sighed and sighed again. Without being told, she turned the knob further. The gentle pulsing became stronger. The thick, heavy shaft vibrated in her core-in her sensitized cunt-and forced a quick, uneven sucking of breath.
Tammy twisted the knob again. The dildo was a humming monster! Tammy blazed with breathtaking pleasure. She shook helplessly, her fingers trembled on the control. She cried out in an astonished, wondering voice that broke and crumbled to sobs of delight.
Tammy's hands slipped away from the end grip and control of the buzzing shaft. She shook and writhed and flopped. Tammy's eyes lost focus. She panted like a small dog on a hot day. After endless, glorious moments, she managed to turn off the vibration. She had almost fainted from the throbbing waves of rapture. She did not want to remove the wonderful artificial prick.
But-"Take it out now, dear, and put it back in its box. It is for private use, later. Not during an orgy. That's right. Did you like it?"
"Oh, yes, Master!"
"Good. Now suck my nipple again, dear. You are so good at it."