Chapter 8
Tammy awakened slowly, her brain swirling with near vertigo. She felt utterly exhausted ... weak. There was a tube in her nose that went down her throat. She opened her eyes and saw a white ceiling that spun slowly. She closed her eyes immediately. Gradually, she became aware of constriction around her body ... She tried to move her arms and legs and discovered that she was spread-eagled and fastened to an aluminum framework that covered the bed.
Tammy couldn't see her body. There was an aluminum shield from armpit to armpit. She couldn't feel anything inside her body. She could see tubes and bottles and things hanging over her. Some of the tubes led, probably, to her arms. The tube in her nose and throat was dully irritating. Tammy became aware of a sound ... a regular pinging sound ... in the room. A machine.
She heard a door sigh open, heard crepe-soled footsteps on tile. The doctor Master appeared over her. "Awake. Congratulations, Tammy, the operations were a success. I consider you my masterpiece to date. Thirty hours at the table ... what a job ... but what results!"
Tammy licked her lips. She tried to speak. "What-what did you-"
"You'll learn that later. I'm going to keep you under most of the time while you heal. Even with my special healing agents, recuperation from major surgery takes time." He adjusted a valve on a tube. "I'll be in to see you again, frequently."
Tammy felt unconsciousness wash over her again. She sank into a familiar blackness ... She had a dream. Helen had entered her room and inspected the bottles and tubes and consulted a chart. Helen wavered as if seen through water. Helen smiled. "Hey, baby ... you got yourself a cunt that's outta sight!"
Then Helen had gone and the blackness had crept slowly over Tammy again. Tammy came up to consciousness-she didn't know how much time had passed-and felt better, felt fairly normal, felt strong. She heard the machine pinging away.
Helen entered. "Hi, Tammy. You're mostly healed, you know? I'm going to give you some solid food now. Just a bit." She fed Tammy some soup.
Tammy was not put under again, but kept flat on her back. She was spoon fed at frequent intervals and bathed, but still not allowed to see her body. She knew there were bandages on her chest and stomach and belly and groin. The bandages and dressings were changed every day. The tubes dripped fluids into her and drained wastes.
Tammy was terribly bored and restless and cramped from the unvarying position. Finally, her arms were freed and she was allowed to sit up. The shield was taken away. Her legs were kept wide apart, however, because tubes went into her pussy and drained a yellowish substance. The bandages on her chest-stomach-belly-groin became lighter and narrower. She was not allowed to see her torso when they were changed; an eye cover was used.
The doctor Master visited frequently and often examined Tammy. Tammy could feel strange sensations in her chest--all the way down to her pussy lips. A horrible suspicion settled into her mind. She asked and asked but the Master evaded. "You'll know in good time, Tammy!"
The day did come. The Master and Helen entered with a medication and equipment cart. The narrow dressings were removed and Tammy was not blindfolded. She saw a thin pink line that ran from her sternum to her vulva. Her slit had been lengthened; it extended at least two inches higher into her mound.
Tammy's mouth was dry. "Why did you cut me open that far?"
"I'll show you." The Master nodded to Helen. The nurse bound Tammy's hands to the bedframe and strapped her down. The Master took from the equipment cart a long, hollow, thin metal tube with a sliding inner sleeve. The inner section had a light in it. The outer tube was an inch in diameter. The end was rounded with a hole in it. He inserted the end of the tube into Tammy's pussy. He pushed it in ... and in ... slowly.
Tammy felt odd sensations from it ... ticklish feelings. The tube was cold. Tammy suddenly realized the Master had more than a foot of it into her! "Oh, no!" She gasped and stared as he pushed it further up into her! It was cold in her stomach! She could feel it up between her breasts! In her chest! Tammy's eyes became wild and fixed. She began to scream!
Helen injected a powerful tranquilizer into Tammy's arm. Tammy quieted a moment later. She lay passive, full of strange lassitude. She watched unperturbed as the Master got down and peered up the tube into her body ... into the long hole in her body.
She heard him say, "Excellent. Perfect growth. No lesions or tumors. Healthy tissue. Absolutely fine union and acceptance."
Helen asked, "Those clits in there-they alive and hooked up right?"
"We'll find out day after tomorrow." He straightened up. He eased the tube out of Tammy. He said, leaning over her, looking into her dulled, placid eyes, "Child, you now have a thirteen-inch vagina. The new channel took perfectly."
He smiled proudly. "Don't be afraid. The shock will pass. I'll see you tomorrow." To Helen, he said, "Twenty-four-hour monitoring." He left.
Helen smiled lewdly. She put her brown-skinned hands on Tammy's full, upthrusting pink and white breasts. "Um ... thirteen inches of cunt! And all those sweet little fun nerves inside, too. You and Jim're goin' to be something to see! Too bad you're too big for my prick now." Helen watched Tammy's face for a moment, then stepped away. "Sleep, baby." She prepared an injection and administered it.
Tammy went under with perfect equanimity. She had understood every word, but her emotions were not available. The next day Tammy was kept tranquilized, but not so heavily. She thought lethargically of killing the Master ... and Helen ... all the Masters ... She wondered if she could kill herself. That was more realistic, she knew. Suicide.
She was now a freak. A freak ... a cunt-nothing but a long cunt, created to match Jimmy's monster prick. So he could fuck her ... fuck her ... fuck her ... for the Masters' amusement ... as entertainment. Used! A freak fucked by a freak. Used. How awful, how loathsome are the Masters. She would be better off dead ... than as a specially created sexual monster.
Tammy began to realize she was no longer normal. It sank in. She was no longer really human. She saw the TV monitors watching her. Every moment. She knew she had to wait and think and then when the time was right ...
The next morning, the Master visited Tammy alone. He carried a pain egg and control into the room, without comment. A reminder. He put them on her bedside table. "Testing reactions today, Tammy. In a moment. I want you to know exactly what I did for you.
"I grew your new vagina in a DNA tank according to a computer program set up last year-when I stimmed Jim's pituitary and implanted a bone in his vastly grown penis.
"We had you planned for a long time. Just a question of finding the right little girl. We chose you from among hundreds.
"Well. Implanting your new vagina meant rearranging most of your other internal organs to create a straight-line channel or tunnel."
The Master was enjoying his triumph. "I have favored you with hundreds of pleasure nerve centers that spiral along the inner surface of your new vagina. The entire length."
He laughed. "Plus. Plus-a special endcup of interconnected clitorises ... " He put a finger in the deep, soft valley between Tammy's breasts. "Here, at the end of the road."
Tammy knew he was waiting for, and expected, thanks. She whispered unenthusiastically, "Thank you, Master."
"Thank me by turning over and giving me your sweet ass, Tammy."
She obeyed, flushing. It was so light in the room!
"Knees up to your chin ... That's right." He opened his pants and took out his big, bumpy prick.
Tammy felt the head of it nose into the cleft between the cheeks of her buttocks. She pressed a fist to her mouth as his thick prick entered her anus. Tammy was ashamed of her easy acceptance of the prick. There was even a kind of sensual enjoyment of its bulk in her rectum-sliding in and filling her, making her feel as if she was shitting, as the shaft slid almost all the way out ... then entered deep again.
The Master chuckled. He had his hands on her hip and shoulder as he stood beside the high bed and fucked her. "I do think you're beginning to like ass fucking, Tammy. Maybe some day I'll do another job on you. We could straighten out your sigmoid curve ... add some nerve clusters, a clit or two inside the rectum."
"No, please, no!"
"But, child, you could have an orgasm every time you sat down to shit. The mere accumulation of a turd in your altered colon would be pure, slow heaven for you."
But Tommy could not think beyond the present shocking violation of her body's integrity. The emotional trauma was still sinking in, sifting down through the layers of her inner mind. Tammy wept as the Master fucked her in the ass. She wept for her former physical self. She sensed that her altered body would mean tremendous changes in her mind-personality, character.
The Master was breathing heavily. His small potbelly clapped smartly against her ass as he drove faster and faster, whinnying with pleasure, eyes rolling, clutching her hip with a tightening hand. He jerked with the ineffable pleasure of his enhanced orgasm. His scream was high pitched and wildly intense.
Tammy was glad he was finished ... but also guiltily happy that he wanted her. He was one of the Masters and he had the power ... the power to change her entire life, her entire self! He already had. To her horror, her former life, her family and friends, were fading away as unreal, distant.
The Master withdrew from her rectum. "Ahh ... " He wiped off with a towel. He rolled Tammy over onto her back again. "Time to give your new cunt a proper manual inspection as well as a sensory test."
"What are you going to do?"
He smiled and took a long rubber glove from a cabinet drawer. He pulled it onto his right arm. The glove reached up to his shoulder. He sprayed a disinfectant foam on it and wiped it off with a sterile towel. "Legs apart, Tammy! Knees up."
Tammy obeyed. She worriedly chewed her lower lip as he easily slipped his entire hand into her widened entrance. "Feel anything, Tammy?"
"Yes." She was aware of not just one point of pleasure-as before when she or someone else had touched her clitoris. Now-there were dozens of sparkling centers of good, hot feeling! At the entrance-and now inside-and his hand was going deeper into her belly. Tammy swallowed. Her eyes widened. "It feels ... weird!" Her thighs opened further, signaling unconscious acceptance and desire for more.
She saw the Master's hand disappear into her. His fingers were moving in her! Touching the pleasure nerve clusters, stroking them awake. Tammy had to breathe through her mouth. She was breathless, aroused! The presence of his hand-and now his wrist, too-in her belly, was both terrifying and more than gratifying. The physical-mental shock of seeing his arm, going into her-and feeling his arm going up, reaching further and further up into her body ... and at the same time experiencing the unarguable pleasure of that awful/wonderful invasion-set up a powerful conflict in her mind. Tammy began to shake like a leaf. She cried. Her full, young breasts quaked on her heaving chest.
The Master grinned in a kindly way. "Mixed emotions, hmm, Tammy? I expected it; any change in the body image is a trauma. This is a major one." He worked his arm deeper. Half of his forearm was in her. He found each pleasure node in her now implanted vaginal sleeve and tickled it to throbbing life. Each new pleasure center brought a small gasp of disbelief from Tammy. Her mind was being flooded with pleasure. Now she was eager for more-and ashamed! He was touching inside where her stomach used to be. It was incredible! Tammy continued to shake with reaction. She wept uncontrollably.
The Master kept on, inching his arm deeper and deeper up into her torso. "Now-just about here-" His fingertips reached up-up-his arm to the elbow was buried in her! He was touching between her lungs! Next to her heart! He tickled a place-a special place-and Tammy moaned in helpless ecstasy. It felt, to her like a big knot of heaven in her chest. A lump as big as a fist-pure rapture as he wriggled his rubber-clad fingers into the lump.
The Master laughed with triumphant delight. "Perfect! I can see you like my creation. A cup of concentrated rapture, hmm?"
Tammy was almost beyond hearing. She managed to gasp, "Yes, Master!" His fingers were working in circles in the magic cup of bunched clitorises. Tammy sobbed and spasmed. A convulsive ripple spread down her long, long vagina; it was not just a tube of membrane tissue-it had a surrounding cover of muscle. The ripple pressed the spiraled nerve clusters against the Master's arm and wrist. This intensified her sensations. Tammy almost fainted. Her convulsive orgasm went on and on!
Tammy panted and writhed on the long, thick post that was his arm. She did faint for short seconds, then came to, to exist again in the enthralling, overwhelming, continuing ecstasy of climax. She finally lost consciousness for a longer time. When she became aware again, she felt empty. The Master's arm was gone.
Tammy lay quiet, wanting his arm again and hating herself for wanting it. The Masters made sure of their slaves-by making it a self-wanted slavery. A slavery to pleasure. Tammy was humiliated. She was already seduced to that state. Her new cunt itched for filling.
The Master turned from stripping off his long rubber glove. "You'll have to get used to that much sensory load, Tammy. You'll find, too, that that much pleasure can be addictive. Your whole life can center around orgasms." He shrugged and smiled. "Nothing wrong with that. In your case, with that set of clusters and clits I gave you in that cunt ... you might turn out to be a climax hound. We've had a few girls turn out that way. We'll find out tonight, I think. There'll be an orgy, and you and Jim will be the featured act for our amusement. We masters have bets going as to how much fucking you can stand, and how frequent and how strong your orgasms will be. One Master-not myself-thinks you'll die of a sensory overload."
The Master came to the bed and rubbed Tammy's red hair. "No girl, or Master, has ever had as many pleasures clusters or clits grown or implanted that can be in contact and 'working' at one time, as you have now. Not even Master number Ten, that greedy, heart-busting bastard!"
Tammy could only whisper, "Tonight?"
"Yes, tonight. Six hours from now. About an hour into the orgy you and Jim will be on the table and he'll shove that magnificent fifteen-inch prick up into your new cunt."
"Oh ... no ... " Tammy felt the lure of it already-and the shame.