Tormented Passage

by Richard Carradine

  "Doctor Khan?" The Doctor was big and blond with a beard and wore a turban. 1 wondered how many generations back was the original pure-bred Sikh.

  "Captain Avon?"

  "Yes."

  "And this is obviously your slut."

  "Indeed."

  "Perhaps you would like to tether her and then come through to my office where we can talk without distraction." He sat me down on the floor and connected a totally OTT chain to my collar. It got worse because he then connected what I thought was the decorative strap around my ankle of my left leg to its companion on my thigh. I was held with one leg folded and unless I could figure a way of standing on one leg I had to remain sitting on the hard floor.

  The door closed and I was alone, knowing they were going to be talking about me. For any woman this is an awful state to be in and for a sex slave of my type it is actually horrible. I shifted so I sat on my calves. That at least ensured my dildo was being pushed hard into me. It was strapped hard enough as it was.

  "Hello!" I looked away from the door that they had closed between us and found I was looking at a white uniformed nurse. She wasn't at all fazed by my outfit or the fact that I was hobbled and chained. She was tall and her legs seemed to go on forever but they eventually turned into hips that were nicely rounded and full. Clearly she was corseted wickedly tight for her waist was tiny, making her huge breasts seem bigger still. Large green eyes stared out of a creamy white complexion that showed her overfull red lips to best advantage. A little white cap sat like a rowing boat on an ocean of red hair. A tongue licked out almost snake like showing a ringed and studded tongue. "Who are you?"

  "G-Ginny Dunlop."

  "Well G-Ginny Dunlop, I suppose you're just starting your contract?" Her voice was husky but kindly.

  "Y-Yes." I hated myself for sounding so wet. "I've got a berth as supercargo on a long voyageur."

  "I'm impressed, I've thought about it but didn't have the nerve, possibly they wouldn't have taken me either. I wasn't exactly prime genetic stock." I looked surprised at this beautifully erotic looking creature. "Instead I contracted to the doctor as nurse, model and toy for five years so I can get gene re-structuring. The women in my family are pretty homely, to say the least. I figured if I get restructured I might get the sort of husband I want and might just end up lucky in the lottery." Whatever she originally looked like, homely is not what she looked like now.

  "You look fantastic!" And she did. OTT but fantastic.

  "Oh this is all cosmetic, nano-bot sculpted not gene related. Anyway I'm his mannequin, anything new or way-out he tries on me first."

  "Is that why the Captain's brought me here? For modification?" My stomach went suddenly empty and cold.

  "Probably but it could be for anything. You don't look as though you need much. Or have you been gene re-structured already?" She meant of course had my parents been gene re-structured.

  "No, I'm badged as genetically unmodified." She looked impressed.

  "I really don't know what he's got in line for you. Doctor Khan does specialise on the fetish side of medicine but it could just be for a confirmatory check up. There are girls out there with forged cards, you know." She looked down at me with a sparkle in her eyes and moved closer. "Would you like to see his mod catalogue?" I looked up at her, catching a glimpse of bare bottom cheek under her short skirt as I did so.

  "Yes, all right." I watched as without any embarrassment she stripped off her short white button through uniform. I was mesmerised by the tightness of her corset and the size of her corset-cantilevered breasts. Teats of incredible size and thickness with bands of gold snug around their base adorned her huge but shapely breasts. As I watched she stretched and rolled her own nipples, showing just how hard her teats could be worked. Beads of fluid started to form.

  "Want to try them?" A huge teat was dangled against my lips and somehow it seemed rude not to try. "Nip down on the gold band, they stop me from leaking and release the flow." It seemed all very clinical as though she were a mechanical drinks dispenser. A liquid bathed my tongue; it was delicious. A sudden jolt of my pussy made me bite down a little harder and suck in my breath and a jet of liquid filled my mouth. "My, you are an eager little thing," she said and almost dragged her teat from between my lips.

  "Sorry, it was my dildo shocking me for not working it."

  "Oh, don't worry, it felt quite nice really but I didn't want you to send me off." She straightened and parted her legs. Her clit was massive, swollen and ringed. Other rings adorned inner and outer labia. She seemed to breathe out and force herself to relax. I watched, fascinated, as a large black dildo slid from her pussy until almost eight inches was free of her sex. Suddenly she seemed to concentrate and I watched as, unaided, it slid hard back home into her wet slot.

  "Arrrggggh!" It was sound of pure delight. "I know all about pussy control and training dildo. That big clit and my enhanced G spot keeps me multi-orgasmic and permanently horny all the time." Suddenly her long shapely legs were either side of my body and her ringed and engorged pussy was thrust at my face. "If you like the starter, try the main course." She thrust herself over my mouth and nose and I could do nothing save struggle to get free, my tongue fighting to clear my mouth of her wetness. For an instant I had been disgusted and then the taste of her hit me. She was delicious.

  "Nurse Penny!" Suddenly I was free of her enhanced pussy and was panting for breath. She was struggling to tidy her uniform around her.

  "I was just showing her some of the options open to her, Doctor."

  "So I can see."

  "I didn't get a chance to show her my bottom or my throat."

  "Penny! Control yourself. Bring her in here. I'll deal with you later." I thought I could see a smile hiding under his beard. Penny didn't seem put out and as she turned away her skirt had ridden up and I could see her butt was criss-crossed by fine lines of fading welts. If more of them were to come later, it didn't seem to bother her too much.

  CHAPTER 4

  No one had any doubt as to what I was at the dockyard but at least there was some degree of modesty to my outfit, spurious maybe but still modesty. The black Sim-Leather trousers I wore went seamlessly into the bootees with the heels that kept me on tiptoe. They were so tight that a goose bump would have shown. The trousers, of course, had no crotch, that was occupied with my dildo controller but if I was careful the pleated Sim-Leather skirt I wore over the top of my corset at least covered my pouting sex and my butt where it protruded through the open seat of the trousers. He wasn't being exactly kind in allowing this degree of freedom and modesty. We were outside the city and there was no climate control here. In fact we were so far outside the city that we'd had to take a government flitter to get here. No Jitney cab, no matter how muscular their thighs, could have got here in half an hour. It would have taken them a day. It was chilly and I could feel the goose bumps rise on the exposed parts of my body, particularly my pouting chest.

  I know Sim-Leather was developed from space technology but it might as well have been developed for the terminally kinky too. In space you don't want loose flapping clothes catching on sensitive or even dangerous equipment. Nor do you want to bruise or cut yourself on the same equipment. It's easy enough to do that in an empty cabin when the gravity changes suddenly. Anyway, they developed this material that breathed like leather, was tough, elastic to a degree, could be made in any colour and when a positive electrical charge was passed through it, would shrink to a predetermined size. So, the outfit I wore started off as bulky trousers and jacket. Dress with care and make sure no fold or flap of skin is likely to get trapped, pass the charge through the Sim-Leather and suddenly I'm clad in an outfit so tight that it shows every bump or fold in my flesh and made my skin look loose. I was climbing a short ladder now, aware of the possibility, no, near certainty, that the dockyard workers were getting an eyeful up my skirt. I blushed at the thought and concentrated on making sure my feet in their towering heels didn't slip on the rungs.

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nbsp; This outfit, though, was relatively easy to smooth into place as my labia and clit were bare. I shuddered at the thought of my now ringed and swollen clit getting trapped in a fold or crease. I'd slipped into the trousers with attached corset and wriggled my feet into the tip-toe boot and "Wammo!" as the charge was passed through I was suddenly sculpted into a compact, sexy, pussy pouting bundle from the waist down. He found my generous upper half sexy too for he suckled my teat for a long time before lifting up my corset so he could start lacing me into it. This semi-clothed, pussy presenting state obviously added to my appeal. (If I'd needed proof that he found me sexy, the way his eyes widened and his cock jerked was it.) Thankfully, though the corset was integral with the pants, they hadn't used the same material to make it. He laced and tightened the good old-fashioned way until my waist was a hand span and my tits, crammed into the generous sized cups, threatened to overwhelm them. I had started to spill over and there was a lot to spill. Now he helped me shrug my arms and hands into the sleeves of the jacket with their integral gloves. Fastening it with a single button at the neck just under my collar, he made sure I was happy with the fit before passing the charge through again. The sudden tightness seemed to make my boobs thrust a little more, packing them deeper into the corsets' big cups. I looked down at my beautifully engorged breasts, admiring the tattoo, "Sweet Thing!" across the upper slope of my left tit and felt a masochistic thrill. He only had to wrap the pleated skirt around my tiny waist and pull and lock tight the flexible metal belt that was its waistband and I was almost ready for our trip.

  "Master, may I ask a question?" I said as he pulled my crotch strap up that last fraction. He had passed the strap though my newly acquired clit ring before he did this so it mashed the enlarged bud. Enlarged! It was now too big to hide under its protecting hood.

  "No. It's going to be where are we going and I want it to be my little surprise." He flicked my ring. "There, nicely available should I want to attach a clit chain to lead you." He saw me automatically crunch down to protect my tender nubbin as an almost electrical charge passed through it and I tightened up. He deliberately misinterpreted my action. "That's a good girl, keep clenching around your training dildo." I bit my lip with the involuntary clench as I had started the buzzing.

  "Aaahh! Master, may I tell you something?" I already sounded breathless and it wasn't just my crushing corset. I knew I was risking punishment but I had to.

  "Very well, Ginny Slut."

  "Master, whatever else it was the doctor did to me, it's made me very -," I tried to think of a word that described it but gave up and grabbed the nearest chair. "Sensitive. If the dildo keeps buzzing like this I won't get out of the hotel before I start going orgasmic." He gave a short sharp laugh.

  "OK," He touched the back of the ring he wore and the buzzing dropped to a level that I felt I could handle. Before I'd been to that doctor I would hardly have been aware of it but now the buzzing still felt significant. "I've been kind to you but you should be aware that from now on, if you have an orgasm without asking permission, you will be punished." He had his crop out now and slid it under my skirt and caressed my bottom with it. My pussy moistened around the strap and I knew that were I to look under my skirt I would see that my inner thigh had started to bedew.

  It was a surprise. I had of course stayed on his heels through the hotel, expecting a Jitney to be waiting for us. It wasn't. Instead it was a slate blue flitter with navy markings and a broad yellow strip that made it look as though it were a present for a good little girl. I had promised myself I would be very good. Somehow, even this early and with little experience of it, I suspected that too much pain and I would not only come to enjoy corporal punishment but could also become addicted to it.

  "In you get, girl." A human driver gave me a brazen stare and I felt myself go hot. I plumped into the deeply padded seat, making my tightly constricted up-thrust boobs wobble, and put on the safety harness. Other than for a lift it was too small a vehicle to have any of the sophisticated field effect devices that made them unnecessary. I caught the driver watching me in the mirror ostentatiously it was repositioned so that I could be stared at. I blushed, realising my bare crotch was in view and tugged down the skirt. I watched the mirror and saw the tongue, it looked long and I could see a stud at its tip. It licked out lasciviously, wetting the full red lips. Her hair was blond and in a short crop, she half closed her almond shaped brown eyes and blew me a kiss. I just wished I could stop blushing and wrenched my eyes away.

  It was my first trip in a flitter. In fact I had rarely ever travelled in a Jitney. Mum and Dad had their own pedicar and of course with each city sector having a full selection of amenities there was rarely a need to travel outside the immediate sector area. Of course I had been on a rail train when we went on holidays or when I had taken part in swimming or gymnastic competitions between sectors or cities but that was it. The flitter lifted straight up until it was way clear of the tallest buildings. I looked out goggle eyed at the panorama the city states presented. Of course the Eco laws made sure there was plenty of green mixed in with the buildings as well as that which clothed and roofed them but it seemed to go on forever, city seemingly sliding seamlessly into forest or rather jungle, for as much hung from buildings as grew around them. The driver kicked in the turbos and made the transition from vertical to horizontal flight with seamless efficiency. It was a neat job and even a novice like me could appreciate the skill in balancing the lowering of the power so that forward motion began to supply most of the lift via the flitter's aerofoil shape. See, I do remember most of my school tech classes. For the rest of the journey I forgot the lascivious driver, Captain Avon, my sluttish costume and my new role. I was just a little girl looking out of the window. It was a long trip but it passed quickly. I had been too engrossed in the trip and the sights to be aware of time. I wasn't even aware of him and I took it to be a kindness that the Captain let me drink my fill of the sights without distraction, apart from one jolt of the controller when I forgot to squeeze. That kick started me again, 1 rapidly went on to auto-pilot. (The flitter stayed on manual control all the way). I had scarcely even been conscious of my vibrating pussy filler.

  The multi coloured expanse of concrete grew slowly, it was an indication of its size, likewise the geometric craft centred on each coloured square surrounded by shinning metal filigree. We were fully over a sea of concrete when we began to drop down. She made that transition seamlessly too. We landed on a virulent yellow circle of concrete at the junction of four squares, green, red, blue and pink.

  Whoever laid out the colour scheme didn't have co-ordination in mind. The Captain spoke for the first time since the journey commenced.

  "Bosun, excellent flight. I have to check something out. Stay with the girl until I get back. I'll be at least ten minutes or so. When I get back you can take yourself off and find yourself some coffee or whatever. Pick us up again at," he looked at his watch, "fifteen hundred hours."

  "Thank you, Sir! Yes, Sir!" The girl had acquired a beret now and she actually saluted.

  1 sat alone in the back of the flitter and suddenly felt nervous and became conscious of the vibration in my pussy. Had it increased? I closed my eyes. I wasn't allowed to climax without permission, he had said and that horrible female with her long studded tongue was there to watch me. The cushion of the seat by my side gave with a squeaky whoosh and my eyes flew open. She'd removed her beret again and I was now staring at a square face, inches from my own, framed by a cropped thatch of bright blond hair.

  "Well, Sweet Thing. And you are a sweet thing. We have at least ten minutes to get to know each other." Her hand had slid under my skirt and forced its way between my thighs, gripping the ring she found there. "This thing through your clit, Sweet Thing?" She managed to make the words sound scornful now.

  "Leave me alone!"

  "You don't really mean that, do you?" She gave the ring a half twist. The poor crushed tender bud didn't like it.

  "Eeeek!"


  "Give the nice bosun a little kiss."

  "Let go, you bitch! Eeeeek" It felt like more than a half turn now. Her mouth was on mine and the hand not working the ring squeezed my breast. I felt her studded tongue click against the other recent addition in my mouth and for a moment I almost giggled, imagining us becoming tongue locked. It was a picture that my dildo prepared body and her working hands found attractive in an unwanted way. Even so I think it was the increased pitch of the vibrations that sent me over, it had a whole journey to prepare me. Her face was buried in my cleavage now, her tongue licking me as though I were some sort of lollipop.

  "Jeez! You even taste sweet! I couldn't stop myself coming."

  "Neeeooowwwwuuurrgghh!" I was jerking under her like a fresh landed fish, thrusting my hips, milking the dildo. I couldn't stop the roll of the orgasm. She sat back, still with that ring in her hand, watching me like a hawk as she jerked and manipulated it. Bosun was a calculating bitch. Nearly ten minutes had passed since the Captain had left us alone. Her eyes were round and dilated, her neck flushed, she was obviously as excited as she could be without experiencing an actual climax.

  "Shi-it, bitch, thinking of you is going to keep me hot tonight!" She stepped back and that long tongue licked out and licked her wet fingers. "Your juice is sweet too. I'll remember you for a long time." Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me, I was only just coming down like a spluttering firework going in fits and jerks as it died. "You can make trouble for me, Slut, but not much. Long Voyageur captains are naval reserve and they may get a lot of respect but they have little authority outside their ships. All of us will be long gone by the time most of them return." She smiled a grim smile. "I may lose a rank but when you consider what you're going to be doing for him over the next, - how many years? What does what I did matter? Anyway I expect to be acting as his driver until you ship out so you never know what favours I might be able to do for you."