Chapter 9
Tammy knew she would have a few hours alone. She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her image was unchanged. But she felt a constant, low-key itching awareness of the long flesh tube that now ran up the center of her body. She knew it would always be there in her mind, in her waking world, to remind her that she was a sexual freak, a walking, talking, breathing CUNT!
Tammy began to weep. She looked down at the enlarged slit between her legs. She didn't want to live this way! Tammy wandered around in her bedroom and bathroom seeking a way to kill herself. She knew the tiny TV cameras in the corners of the ceilings were watching her.
She washed her hair and wrapped a big, long towel around her head. Still naked, she went to bed. She slipped all the way under the covers and quickly unwrapped the damp towel from her head and knotted it around her neck. With both arms straining, Tammy cinched the knot as tight as she could! She was choking. She couldn't breathe! She saw a myriad of colors in the darkness under the covers. Her lungs began to burn! She struggled to keep her hands from freeing her throat. She gripped the sheet. Her breasts heaved frantically. Her lungs were on fire! Her mind began to swim and fade.
Suddenly the covers were ripped away and she was staring, bulging-eyed, at two green-uniformed guards. The men tore the knotted towel loose. One of them put his mouth to hers and forced his breath into her lungs. Tammy hated the pressing of his mouth and the rough clutching of his big hands on her skin. She wanted to die! But they wouldn't let her.
When the men were sure she was out of danger, they took her immediately to a luxury suite of rooms on the second floor of the mansion. It was the suite of the old woman Master. She lay amid velvet pillows and silk sheets on a huge bed. She was sipping from a small, delicate china cup. There was a bed table across her lap. Several girl slaves attended her.
One of the guards said, "This one tried to commit suicide a minute ago, Master."
"Ahh? Tammy! My darling child! I'm disappointed in you!" She snapped her fingers. "The egg."
A little girl scampered away to a bureau. She brought an ornate golden case to the Master.
The Master took a key on a silver chain from around her neck and unlocked the case. She took out a punishment egg and the control. She handed the egg to a guard.
Tammy struggled. "I won't do it again! I promise! I'll be good!"
But the guards ruthlessly forced the egg up into her anus. The Master yawned and triggered it. Tammy shrieked and stiffened with the excruciating agony. She convulsed and was allowed to sink to the deeply carpeted floor. She flailed and jerked in bubbling, raw pain as the Master calmly continued to activate the control. Then, mercifully, the agony was gone, leaving behind echoes of its terrible power.
Tammy lay curled up in the fetal position, shaking with sobs. The guards left. The Master continued to sip coffee and pick at her small meal. She ignored Tammy for a while ... as did the others. When Tammy had quieted, the old woman said, "Come up here by my side, Tammy."
Tammy jumped to obey. She tried to control her lingering tears. She lay next to the old, hooknosed lady.
"Tammy, I understand that you are just out of the hospital section. Quite often, girls who have just been changed to suit our purposes try suicide. We can't let that happen. They represent a great deal of money and effort and time and expectation."
Tammy had the courage to say, "I don't want to be like this."
"But you are like this, now. There is no going back. You have no choice. There is no escape." The Master chewed a long time on a piece of meat. She sipped coffee. "We Masters have maintained this island for this purpose for over one hundred years. We have kept beautiful boys and girls here for our pleasures for all that time.
"Those children who are unable to adjust or who rebel too often ... those are eliminated. Lately, the best parts of such children are kept for later use either by the Masters or for use in new children."
"Then kill me now!"
"No, Tammy. You are still in shock. If, after a month or so, you still are unreliable ... then we may grant you your wish. But wouldn't it be nicer to accept your new status and cooperate and learn and be of use to us?"
The Master fed Tammy a small piece of meat. Tammy ate it, feeling like a pet dog or cat.
"Tammy, with number Three's genius and his new transplant techniques, we Masters can live for hundreds, if not thousands, of years! Our favorite, loyal servants will be similarly rewarded. Foolish, unappreciative little girls and boys will simply die! Painfully! We put an egg in the anus, the vagina, and the mouth-tape them shut-and activate the controls until the poor dear is dead. Not a pleasant way to die. Sometimes it takes hours!"
Tammy shivered. Her mind cringed at the thought of three eggs in her body, and left on until-
She whispered, terrified, "I'll be good."
"Of course you will, darling." The Master motioned with a clawlike hand to a naked ten-year-old black-haired girl to take away the lap table. The Master opened her robe and said, "Suck my special nipples, Tammy."
Tammy willingly fastened her mouth on the nearest "grape-cluster" nipple. Her tongue fluttered and licked over the quickly swollen nodes.
The woman Master sucked air in fast, excited breaths. She gestured imperiously to a small blonde girl with diminutive, cuplike breasts. "Marcie, go down on me-mouth my wonderful clit, darling."
The child wormed instantly between the woman's opening thighs and glued her small, rose-petal mouth to the dripping slit and the protruding, waited clitoris.
The old woman's body began to twitch. She gasped orgiastically. "You both suck so nicely ... ohh ... yes."
The Master jerked into a long series of orgasms. Her belly sucked in and out dramatically. Her dry, wrinkled skin seemed to draw tighter and tighter over her sharply hooked nose. Her thin lips compressed to a thin red line. Her pinched, narrow nostrils flared continually. Finally, she pushed Tammy and Marcie away with hard, chopping pushes of her hands. "Stop!"
Tammy fell away from the woman's flaccid old breasts. She waited dumbly for the next order. But in Tammy was a flicker, still, of rebellion. A tiny impulse glowed-escape! Get away and expose the Masters to the world and save countless girls and boys this kind of mutilation and slavery. And punish the Masters! The United States would send soldiers and wipe them out! Kill them! Stick them with bayonets! Get the kids off the island and drop an atom bomb on it!
But Tammy did not betray these thoughts in any way. She lay with head bowed, the picture of submission.
The Master patted her on the head. "Have you learned, Tammy? Are you convinced now?"
"Yes, Master!" Tammy put fervor into her voice. She was acting, pretending. She would fool them!
"Good! Now go on out to the hallway and tell the guard to take you back to your room. Janey and Cathy will be along to dress you for your debut with Jim tonight at the orgy."
Tammy nodded and started to climb off the bed.
The old woman Master said sharply, "Tammy! I am not a fool. None of us are. I know you may be dissembling. You may not be as thoroughly cowed as you appear. Be aware that we have not lasted this long without having considered every possible scheme that a clever young mind could concoct for escape or for inflicting possible harm to us."
"Yes, Master!" But Tammy knew there had to be a way. Evil couldn't triumph forever. God wouldn't let the Masters get away with this ... not for much longer. He just couldn't!
Tammy left the Master's suite of rooms. She did as she was told. Minutes later she was back in her room, aware of the TV scanners watching her. A light salad and a glass of milk were on a table by the window. She ate ravenously.
Three hours later, when it was dark out, a key turned in her door's lock and Janey peeked in. "Hi, Tammy." She entered and Cathy followed, carrying a clothes box.
Tammy nodded to them. An "all-gone" queasiness claimed the pit of her stomach. The long, alien flesh tube that lay buried in her abdomen suddenly flared with a brief sexual itchiness.
Janey closed the door. She and Cathy were wearing golden low-cut, see-through micro-dresses. Janey's blonde ponytail swished as she shook her head, smiling. "We heard what you tried to do! You got the egg, didn't you?"
Tammy nodded. She looked at Cathy's altered throat, jaw, and cheeks. She looked away. Cathy gobbled something with her two tongues. Janey interpreted: "You better be good from now on!"
Tammy almost blurted her secret plans, then didn't. She didn't know who she could really trust.
Cathy opened the box she carried. It held an outfit for Tammy.
Janey took out a foil-wrapped candy bar. "You have to eat thith. It'th full of Elixir." Janey sensuously licked her noded tongue over her lips. "They want you all ready in half an hour."
Tammy took the candy. She couldn't refuse. She ate it. It tasted like chocolate mixed with pineapple. It seemed to her the soft tunnel in her body began to immediately itch more strongly.
Cathy lifted the garment from the box. It was a special shirt and pair of hot pants; the shirt was brilliant red silk with two round, decorated holes in front for her breasts. The hot pants were of red leather, and the front had a big oval hole edged with hand-tooled designs.
Tammy slipped into the pants. The hole exposed her enlarged, hairless cunt lips. Even after all of her sexual experiences recently, Tammy flushed when she saw herself in the mirror. "It's dirty!"
Janey giggled. "It thure ith! The Matherth will love it!"
Tammy complained bitterly, "Do you know what they did to me?"
Janey nodded. "You're lucky, compared to thome of uth."
Cathy tried to speak, made gobbled sounds, stopped, and began to cry. Tears dropped onto her sheer dress and onto her big, soft, round breasts.
Janey said, "We can't change anything, tho ... " She handed Tammy the red silk shirt.
Tammy put it on, adjusted the holes to fit snugly around her full young breasts, and felt even more embarrassed.
"You look perfect!" Janey tugged a little, smoothed a little ... and licked Tammy's nipples a little with her special tongue.
Then Cathy came forward and mouthed one of Tammy's nipples with her two tongues. She sucked in a special exciting way. Tammy's nipples surged out into swollen, excited prominence. Tammy chewed her lips as a wild heat was born in her breasts and in the long channel in her body. She breathed raggedly. She looked down and was humiliated to see her exposed, enlarged cunt lips glistening with secretion.
Janey stepped back. "Thit down now and we'll do your hair a little."
She and Cathy combed and brushed Tammy's long red hair. They worked some conditioners and oils into her hair and scalp. Ten minutes later Tammy's hair gleamed lustrously in long, tumbling waves past her shoulders.
Janey consulted her wristwatch. "I gueth it'th time now." She unlocked the door and she and Cathy led Tammy to the orgy room.