Chapter 7

After the orgy that first night, Tammy slept, exhaustedly, for twelve hours. It was three the following afternoon when she awakened. She stared frowning at the strange ceiling, then remembered everything-it had not all been a dream! She wept brokenheartedly for a long time.

Finally she had to get up and go to the bathroom. When she had finished a bath and was walking naked back into the bedroom, the door clicked and the doctor Master and Helen entered. Helen was pushing an empty wheelchair. Tammy's stomach turned slimy with fear. She scrambled into the bed and pulled the covers over her head.

The Master laughed. "Little ostrich girl. Come out from there, Tammy, or you'll get five long, long seconds of the pain egg!"

Tammy moaned and crawled free of the bedclothes. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Fuck you first." He smiled at Helen. "Together, eh, my black beauty?"

"Yes, Master." Helen's purplish negroid lips broke into a wide grin.

Tammy was breathing fast with anxiety. She sat helplessly in the middle of the bed and watched the thin, bald, hawknosed Master undress. Next to him, Helen stripped off her pale green nurse's uniform. She wore nothing underneath but pantyhose. Her loose pussy lips showed wet through the sheer nylon.

The Master stepped from his underpants. His long, fat, knobbed prick stuck out menacingly. He stepped close to the bed. "Suck me, Tammy, until Helen gets her dildo connected."

Tammy crawled to the edge of the bed, leaned forward and licked his noduled head. She looked up at his face to see if he was satisfied.

The Master nodded. "Good." He closed his eyes as Tammy crammed more and more of his prick into her mouth.

All Tammy could do was try to please him. She hated performing like a slave. She hated obeying. She hated sucking the prick of an old man. She felt heat in her cheeks as she saw, from the corner of her eyes, Helen leering as she socketed the long, silver-headed dildo into the jacks in her cunt.

The Master was enjoying Tammy's efforts. He locked his fingers behind her moving head and pulled to force more of his prick into her straining mouth. Tammy gagged as the noduled glans was thrust to the back of her spasming throat. She sucked for air desperately as the shaft receded briefly. She tongued it as best she could. It was so big!

Helen stepped close to the bed beside the Master. Her wicked-looking "turned-on" dildo, held in position by straps, waggled its silver head at Tammy.

Helen said eagerly, "I'm ready, Master."

He withdrew his prick completely from Tammy's stretched mouth. He gestured her back toward the middle of the bed. "This will be a new experience for you, Tammy, my dear. Do as we say and you'll be fine. You'll even enjoy it."

Helen asked, "Shall I give her some Elixir, Master?"

"No, it would foul up our tests later." He fondled Helen's pointed brown breasts. He reached down with his other hand and cupped the metal head of her sensitized dildo. He rubbed it.

Helen's face rippled. "It sure works fine."

"Good. Lie down and get into her cunt from below."

Helen climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. Her brown and silver prick swayed like a tower in an earthquake. She grasped it and held it straight up. "Come on, Tammy girl, climb on and slide down my pole!"

Tammy looked appealingly at the Master. She saw him reach to a small box on the seat of the wheelchair. He flipped open the box and took out a pain egg. Tammy cringed inside. Her mind remembered. She quickly straddled Helen's skinny hips.

The long dildo prick was swaying against her belly. Tammy had to rise up on her knees to get clearance over it. She remembered how the thing had stretched her the first time, and how painful it had been. But not as painful as the egg!

Tammy squeezed two tears from her eyes, yearning for home and mother and father and friends as she felt Helen fingering her pussy and positioning the silver head there.

"Sit, Tammy! Lower that hot, tight cunt ... "

Tammy obeyed. The head penetrated her-big, thick, smooth, cold! Then the heavy brown plastic shaft followed. Tammy gritted her teeth as the dildo was pushed up-up into her quivering belly. She sobbed with the utter feeling of distension. It hurt, too, but not as much as before.

"Uhhh ... uh ... " whispered Helen rapturously. "All the way, Tammy ... last inch ... cram it in ... lift the knees ... Ahh ... uh-uh!"

Tammy's guts spasmed with pain as the dildo was totally buried in her. She was sitting, unsupported, on Helen's cunt, her weight having driven the artificial prick into her to its limit.

"All in, Master."

The Master came onto the bed. He got behind Tammy, who was facing Helen. He pushed Tammy forward. "Flat on Helen. Kiss her, Helen. Tongue her. Ger her hot!"

Helen put her arms around Tammy and drew her down. Tammy's cunt was lifted a few inches and relieved of the ultimate depth of the dildo. Helen fastened hot, full purple lips on Tammy's lush, but firmly closed mouth. "Open up, honey, or I'll tell."

Tammy reluctantly let her mouth go loose and felt Helen's tongue enter and flick against her own. Behind Tammy, the Master fondled her taut, rounded, velvety buttocks. Abruptly, he pressed a finger deep into her anus. Tammy jerked and made a sound. Helen continued french-kissing her. Helen joggled Tammy with her hips and joggled the special prick that was deep into Tammy's cunt.

The Master chuckled. "Ride 'er, Tammy!" He jabbed a second finger into the girl's tight asshole. He sank them in as far as he could. He fingerfucked her.

Tammy couldn't help being aroused a bit. The extreme depth of the dildo was gone and the feel of it so large in her, and unpainful, was good. The Master's fingers weren't irritating. The salve that had been so liberally applied all last day and night had healed the tears and irritations ... and she had been used so often.

Tammy began to respond to Helen's continuing tonguing. Tammy's lips warmed. Her breathing quickened. She squirmed on the dildo and backward against the Master's stabbing fingers.

The Master nodded to himself. He smiled, pulled out his fingers and brought his fat, hard, noduled prick against her anus. He gripped Tammy's slim, undeveloped hips and shoved into her rectum. It was brutal and painful.

Tammy broke the kiss with Helen and howled pathetically. But she could not escape the impalement. Even if she could have-she wouldn't have dared.

The Master sawed into her colon. He snorted with pleasure. He fucked deep, fast, and within half a minute was smacking Tammy's firm buttocks with his slight potbelly. The impacts sent Tammy forward-the thick dildo pistoned in her cunt-the Master and Helen pulled her back-the dildo pistoned deeper-and Tammy gasped with the double fuck-the two big pricks in her belly and rectum, separated by only a thin membrane. Helen was moaning her puffed "Um-um-ums. She gripped Tammy's waist and helped move the girl to and fro. Helen climaxed loudly.

The Master was fucking Tammy's ass fast and hard. He began to scream in the oddly intense, special way he had before when orgasm had taken him when he ass-fucked Tammy. He drove his noded prick like a madman-and screamed with his vastly concentrated and augmented ecstasy. He spurted into Tammy's colon. He churned the contents to a delicious-feeling mush.

Tammy shook with the reaction to their excitement. She was shamed by a swift rise in her own lust-and a flash peak of scalding sensation. Tammy melted against Helen's brown, sweaty body.

The Master clung to Tammy and let his prick slowly shrink out of her anus. A moment later he sighed deeply and said, "I'll bathe now. Then Helen, then you, Tammy."

Forty minutes later, when Tammy hesitatingly emerged from the bathroom she saw Helen waiting for her, a syringe in hand.

The Master said, "Sit in the wheelchair, Tammy. No, no clothes."

Tammy's dread returned. "What are you going to do to me?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Tammy's stomach was all gone. She couldn't swallow. She felt dizzy. She found herself walking to the chair. She was breathing in quick, shallow gasps.

She sat in the chair. The plastic leather was cold and stuck to her naked skin. "C-can't I just do sex with everybody the way I am?"

"That palls very quickly, Tammy." The Master strapped her in.

Panic flooded her. "I don't want to be a freak-like Olga ... or Cathy!"

Helen swabbed Tammy's arm and quickly, efficiently, made the injection.

The Master nodded approval. He cinched a strap tight. "Child, I promise you, you'll appear perfectly normal and you'll talk normally, too."

"Then what ... are ... you ... go-ing ... to ... do?" Tammy's head dropped. Blackness smothered her mind.