Consequences

by Mark Andrews

  She was well aware of that, of course. Not one of these girls would have wished their fate on themselves and would have done anything to undo the transformation of their bodies. Of course the hormone treatment could be reversed and no doubt it would have some effect but Barbara told me they could never return to their old bodies. The human body can’t go through two such transformations and end up the same as before. She wasn’t sure exactly what they would look like ... “Probably a sort of half man-half woman - and it wouldn’t be pleasant,” she added.

  The second girl wasn’t as well-developed as Cunt-face. She had only been there three months but already she possessed a shape that was more akin to a man than a woman and her muscles were already considerable in size and shape to a male bodybuilder.

  But then, after inspecting her two companions in misery, my eyes turned, as they always did, to my enemy. There we still had the beautiful, possibly near-perfect body of a young woman. She had only just received her first hormone suppository and it would take a week or so before even the first signs could be discerned.

  Of course she was totally naked, her head as bald as a badger with even her eyebrows and eyelashes gone and her body was that of a female athlete - but nothing like those of the pair next to her, the one halfway through her transformation, the other fully completed.

  I sat down in the only chair in the room, opposite the three of them and let my eyes wander over their bodies. I was no more concerned at the fate that had befallen Cunt-face and her companion that I was at Amelia’s. Every single one of the girls in that camp had committed serious crimes against their victims and if the penalties were bizarre in the extreme, I certainly felt they were appropriate.

  They didn’t. But then they didn’t have the choice.

  I thought about Amelia’s coming punishment. When she was released from this position in an hour’s time, she would be facing electrical stimulation of her sexual organs.

  I had heard of electrical torture. I knew it was used as a matter of course in certain parts of the world and there was also a whisper the CIA used it on occasions, in my own country, which was supposed to be civilised. I guessed every country, even the most urbane, did some pretty nasty things to people from time to time.

  But electrical torture was supposed to be really awful - and particularly down there, where the moist inner surfaces of a girl’s vagina would suffer horribly. They and her nipples are possibly the most sensitive of any part of her body and I thought Mary must be a master torturer if she used them regularly.

  In the meantime, of course, I got off on watching Amelia striving to cope with keeping her feet up so her big toes didn’t drag on the chain and stretch her pierced nipples painfully.

  She looked weird of course. Perched up on the erect skittle-like dildo with her arms pulled up painfully behind her back and her legs up and spread out wide, exposing her naked vagina to my gaze, she looked quite macabre - and she knew it.

  She stared at me from time to time, when she could summon the energy to raise her head - a difficult thing to do with her upper body bent forward. I was surprised to see the hate was gone, though. In its place there was pain but more, a strange resignation to her fate. Of course she was exhausted. She had already been through a great deal of suffering: humiliation, degradation and pain. It was understandable that she would now be miserable.

  Not that she touched my heartstrings in the slightest. She had done what she had done quite consciously, without a qualm for my feelings. She could now suffer the consequences, even if those consequences were extreme and utterly bizarre.

  No, I wasn’t in the least sympathetic. Let her suffer, I thought.

  Chapter 3

  When they removed her from the diabolical dildo an hour later, she screamed even more than when they had forced her down onto it. The other two moaned a little as they were helped up off it after the tongue and nipple clips were removed - and this had them more than moaning for the teeth on the clips, as well as the needle on the ones at their nipples, had dug deep into their flesh.

  The guards escorted the other two out of the room while we stared down at the naked store dummy perched on the skittle-dildo in front of us.

  “I wonder if perhaps another hour might be called for here,”

  mused Mary, winking surreptitiously at me.

  Amelia struggled to raise her gaunt face up to us. “Please ... No ... No more ... Please!” The last word was a long-drawn-out plea for mercy and Mary appeared to consider it for some time - long seconds that must have seemed like hours to the girl perched in such a bizarre pose on the dildo.

  “Yes,” said Mary at last. “I think another hour is definitely called for. Come, ladies, let us leave her here in utter blackness to consider her faults and her future disposition.”

  And now I did leave her. Mary had said it wouldn’t be a whole hour but she would think it was. And she didn’t even have the company of the other two girls to give her moral if no other support.

  We turned off the lights as we left and closed the door. There was no window in this (or other rooms like it) and she was now indeed in total black stygian darkness. Her previous suffering as she struggled to keep her legs up high would be made that much worse by the total lack of light.

  Half an hour later, we returned and she blinked and scrunched up her eyes against the sudden light, trying to stare up at us as we stood around her.

  “Has she learned her lesson yet?” mused Mary and turned to Barbara, her eyebrows raised in a silent question.

  “No,” said the doctor. “I think at least another hour and possible two more ...”

  Mary appeared to think it over while Amelia screamed and begged to be let off, promising complete and total obedience to their orders. “All right,” said Mary, although it sounded very grudging - I had to admire her psychological skills once more. “Let’s see if she has learned ...”

  Barbara undid the clips while the guard released her wrists from the ring on the wall behind her and then the two of them eased her up off the monster on which she had been seated for the last hour and a half. She screamed as the onion-sized ball stretched her anus as she was pulled up off the thing but then she stood up, staring warily at us standing around her. She didn’t say anything, though. And that was wise for Mary told me she would have had no compunction in forcing her down onto the thing for another hour if she had even looked sideways at us.

  “Give her the rest of the morning in her cell,” snarled the psychiatrist. “This afternoon we will attend to her punishment for her incompetence as a dancer ...”

  We took her down to the dungeon-like cellar level and threw her into the tiny cell and closed the door. Once more she was in total blackness but at least she could lie outstretched and allow the pain at various points on her lovely body to begin to heal.

  Her anus must have been in open rebellion, having been stretched so wide open for so long. Her nipples would also be in a great deal of pain since they had been pierced right through by the tiny needles as well as the effects of the serrated jaws of the clips themselves. Her thighs would also be aching badly from the effort needed to keep her toes up near her nipples ... And then there was the ache in her arms and shoulders.

  An hour and a half bent over with her arms pulled up high behind her back must have given her diabolical strictures of pain shooting all over her body. Mary told me they eventually adjusted to this torture. The other two girls who had suffered it alongside her (at least for the first hour) would have been in pain; but not nearly as much as Amelia.

  We watched her on the infra-red camera installed in each cell and while the image wasn’t all that good, we could see that she did fall asleep eventually and during that sleep her body healed itself of the worst of her agonies.

  The slaves didn’t eat at noon. They ate fruit in the morning and raw vegetables at night with a stew twice a week.
It was an ultra healthy diet and aided in the physical development of their bodies, Barbara assured me. We ate very well. Not rich food but very tastily prepared and I could see my own physical self was going to be a lot better when I left there in four weeks time, especially if I spent as much time as I intended in the gym.

  After lunch we went to collect Amelia.

  She didn’t want to come with us and Mary inquired politely where all her good intentions had gone over the last couple of hours. With that, she jumped to obey, obviously worried that we might return her to the dildo. She walked willingly between the two guards even if her expression showed her intense fear of what was coming.

  Mary had fitted out a series of small rooms off to one side of the gymnasium for various ‘treatments’. I have already described some of them. Now we went to another one.

  This one was bare except for a console on wheels, a couple of chairs and some ropes that dangled from pulleys in the cornice of the walls and ceiling on two opposite walls. Further ropes sat on the floor underneath the dangling ones.

  Amelia was led over to the centre of the room and Barbara moved to one of the dangling ropes, returning to lock the leather manacle on its end around her right wrist. She did the same with the other wrist and then she and the guard went for the ropes coiled on the floor, bringing them over to pull her feet wide apart and lock the manacles around her ankles.

  The pair of them moved to the free end of the ropes and pulled on them, raising her arms up and out towards the cornices but they didn’t actually pull her up off the floor or even make them very taut.

  “We want her to have some movement in her muscles,” Mary whispered to me. “This is a punishment - or so we call it.” She paused and grinned at me. “Of course it’s really part of her mental conditioning as a slave, but it also serves to work her muscles - far harder than any exercises we could make her perform. You watch as the shocks hit her ... Her muscles will constrict and work as they never could under her own direction ...”

  Once she was secure and Barbara had tested each of the four ropes holding her in a loose spread-eagle, she moved over to the console and selected six of the dozen or so wires that were draped over the top of it. These were all different colours and were obviously designed to be attached to a different part of her body.

  Of the six wires chosen by Barbara, five had tiny alligator clips on their ends; the other one was a silvery dildo with a large ball at its base.

  Barbara came back to us and proceeded to affix the wires to Amelia’s body. Two of them went to the girl’s nipples and she screamed horribly as those tiny buds, so recently the victim of other, much larger clips, were now tortured again by these much smaller ones.

  Two more were snapped onto the labia minora, those very sensitive inner lips of the female vagina. Of course she screamed even more but this was really only an additional wail to the noise she was making due to the agony in her nipples.

  The fifth clip was snapped on to her clitoris and I grinned as I imagined that ultra sensitive organ being shocked. Have you guessed where the sixth and last wire was to go? You would be right if you opted for her anus. Yes, all the parts of her body so recently tortured (except for her vaginal lips, anyway) were again to suffer. Mary had been softening her up for this next phase of her indoctrination as a slavegirl.

  Barbara moved round behind her and unceremoniously shoved the silvery dildo into her anus, forcing its whole length inside her body until the ball and wire attached to it disappeared right inside her anal orifice.

  Mary took me over to the console. “It’s really a masterpiece of ingenuity,” she explained. “Barbara is an amateur electrical engineer and she designed it to work automatically. Watch as she sets the programme she has decided on for Cunt-tease ...”

  I did watch. There were a number of dials, switches and meters on the face of the console and these not only set the programme but also controlled the minimum and maximum current levels for the various segments of the whole programme.

  Mary explained to me that the shocks would appear to Amelia to be random but they weren’t. Anything but, in fact. And while they would hurt her horribly, they were also designed not to cause her heart or her other organs to suffer damage during the whole operation.

  Barbara first removed the surplus wires from the console, explaining these could be attached to the body extremities, the tongue and the neck if desired. Then, as I watched, she first selected the programme - this was the beginners’ one, obviously, and then set the maximum voltage. “A very low voltage at this stage will be quite enough to give her exquisite pain,” she said. “Later, as she gets used to electrical torture, we will have to up the ante a little ...”

  Having set the controls - and then checked them by using the test circuits she had built into the machine, she pressed the “GO” button and stepped back. We moved up closer to the spread-eagled Amelia and I grinned as I watched the shocks take hold. These would be in a series of patterns between all six electrodes in a series of shocks that would cause her body to go into strictures of agony as her muscles were tricked into contracting quite outside the body’s usual triggering mechanisms.

  I wasn’t sure which were which although as her body reacted to the different pairs of electrodes currently under load, I began to understand which ones were being shocked each time.

  The first one hit her nipples - very low voltage, but that was all that needed up there. She screamed in a long drawn out cry of agony: “Aaagheeeaaaghoowwwghaaagh!” as the shocks took hold and her whole body went into contraction, every muscle standing out from her flesh in stark relief and shaking in massive convulsions. Now I understood what Mary had meant when she said this was isometric exercise at its maximum.

  If you don’t know the term, isometric exercise is that used when muscle effort is applied against immovable or near immovable resistance - as when you stand in a doorway and press out against the door jambs, or up against the lintel; or push or pull the hands together or apart. It is the type of exercise that most efficiently builds muscle - as opposed to isotonic exercise which, as the name suggests, tones existing muscle structure.

  Athletes use a combination of the two types to develop strength and stamina in their bodies. Bodybuilders use isometric exercise to build huge muscles and that was exactly what this machine was doing to Amelia now.

  She continued to scream as the shocks bashed at her body and she thought it was going on for hours. In fact, it was only seven seconds - the optimum time for isometric contraction.

  Afterwards, her body now drenched in sweat, she stood there limply, her face drained and haggard, her body still shaking in the aftermath of the awful pain she had just experienced.

  Mary stepped up to her and, continuing the fiction that this was punishment for a perceived wrong doing, asked her if she was learning. It was a fatuous question and she, as well as we, knew it. Amelia didn’t, though. She was not a highly intelligent girl anyway (all her gifts were in her bodily endowments) but in any case, the dreadful experiences she had been through since arriving here would have dulled even the brightest of human beings.

  She nodded enthusiastically however. “Yes. Oh yes,” she cried. “I have learned ...”

  Mary drove the knife in. “What have you learned?” she said softly.

  Amelia looked confused. As well she might. What could this torture possibly have taught her? “Er ... I, er, I ...”

  Just then, as Mary had known it would, the second shock cut in. The first had been to her nipples; this second shock was between her clit and her anus. It too was very low voltage but given the sensitivity of the two areas, she reacted with as much energy as she had the first time.

  Again her body shook and her muscles stood out. Differently than the first time for different nerves were affected by this shock and therefore different muscles reacted. Still, it seemed as if every muscle in her
body was under full tension and I creamed in my pants as I watched her body.

  You are shocked? So was I. I had never thought of myself as a sadist and I certainly had never had a lesbian thought in my whole life. The idea of making love to a woman was quite repugnant to me. Later, I asked Mary about it but she reassured me, saying it was a normal reaction to seeing one’s enemy brought low. She said it would be a positive step in my recovery back to being a normal bright woman again and so I didn’t think any more of it.

  When this shock ceased, I moved up to her and began to fondle her body. Mary had told me to do this and to pretend to an erotic interest in it, just as I had before. She stared at me but no longer was she sneering, nor did she react other than to smile wistfully at me. I was surprised, no, shocked at this change but Mary looked pleased and so I continued on.

  As I say, I have no sexual interest in a female body but I can admire one and Amelia’s was certainly admirable. Her skin was so soft and sleek and yet under it, her muscles were superbly toned. Soon of course, they would begin to grow, to develop into a freakish size, her shoulders like river boulders, her breasts shrunk to a male bodybuilder’s proportions and her belly muscles standing out in little lumps, even when they were relaxed. I grinned as I imagined her working naked at the rock face in a quarry, perhaps beside other girls of similar dimensions, raising the pick and driving it down into the hard rock while an overseer lashed at her naked back and buttocks with his whip...

  Oh yes, it was a lovely thought.

  Since I couldn’t get a rise out of her by fondling her flesh, I stepped back and Mary whispered to me that she was coming on nicely. “Soon, you will begin to see the physical changes to her muscles and her body shape, Judy,” she said.

  The third shock was between the two lips of her vagina and now she really shook. Sweat flew off her body in great droplets. She pulled at her arms and legs. Her belly muscles writhed and her breasts shivered like two great globes of jelly while her head threw this way and that and she screamed once again.