Exterminating Angel

Exterminating Angel

by Don Jetman


- for Stefani



-1-

There were wires - so many wires, and tubes, and probes, and towers of instruments with rows of flashing lights. He had no memory of when or how he was secured to the table by the wide, flexible restraints about his wrists, chest, thighs, and ankles. As the brain fog lifted, he could see details of the gleaming white, brightly lit room. Suddenly, he realized he was naked, his legs spread by the winged padding under them that was rotated outward as far as his joints at the hip would allow. When he tried to cry out, there was nothing but a muffled gurgling sound that echoed off the hard-surfaced walls of the small, tiled room.

Then the clicking noise of her glistening stilettos, growing ominously louder as she approached him. The woman's face appeared above him, her features pointed and elegant. B l o o d - r e d lipstick - heavy and bright. Liquid green eyes, wide with concentrated curiosity. The pale skin of her cheeks and throat was silky perfection. Lower, full, round crescents of her breasts nearly escaped the fitted, black bodice that circled her torso, laced up the front with thin, leather cords. Then Angela smiled.

"Don't try to talk, poor thing. You'll feel better if you relax your body. Don't fight the restraints. This will help you recover."

She removed the collapsed IV bag, replaced it with a full one, and wheeled open the control clamp. The hazy liquid raced down the tubing and entered Tommy's arm. Another adjustment slowed the dose to a steady drip.


***

It had seemed like a flawless plan. Tommy's friend, Ted, could count cards with the best of the sharks. And Tommy and Penny's debts were rising faster than they could ever pay them off. Trying so desperately to be the perfect newly married couple wasn't easy. He wanted to impress her, to give her nice things. But the new apartment was so expensive, and furnishing it had taken every cent he had saved. Still, Penny was so grateful, so happy, so beautiful.

He'd stare at her by the pool, her young body perfectly tanned and firm from her workouts at the gym. Sure, other guys looked too. And that was kind of exciting. They all wanted her - but she was his, all his. He kept his distance some days to count the men who flirted with Penny. Each flirtation was like a pat on the back to him, the guy who won this enticing girl as his wife. Sure, she was extra friendly to them sometimes, but a girl this gorgeous was used to that, Tommy thought. He knew she enjoyed the compliments, and accepted that it was her nature to be friendly - to some more than others. Even when he saw her nipples stiffen through the tiny bikini top, it made him proud that she was his despite her reaction to the more muscular, better-looking men. They'd hover over her for a while, she'd wave them off, and he'd have her in their bed again that night. She was his wife, after all.

He and Ted came away with a small fortune on their first night at the Heaven's Angels casino. Why had he worried? Taking their money seemed effortless and a guaranteed bump to his meager salary. Ted had used his talents to help buy a new home in a neighborhood he wouldn't have been able to otherwise afford, and Tommy hoped he might eventually afford something similar for Penny, with Ted's help.

They spent some of their winnings in the VIP room of the attached strip club, from which the thriving business had originally taken the name. Ted tipped extravagantly, and Tommy drank as he ogled the leggy women who made their living pressing their perfect bodies against strange men in the semi-darkness. He began to compare the dancers' bodies to Penny's, and imagined Penny there, scantily dressed or even topless, outshining them on or off the stage. Still, his Penny would never squat in a strange man's lap, or rub her pussy over his chest and cock, all for a few dollars tucked into a glittering G-string. But what if she danced and rubbed her tits over one of those guys at the pool she liked so much? How far would she go if Tommy wasn't there? But it was only a fleeting daydream, one enhanced by Tommy's dizzying third beer in an hour.

Later, he stashed his share of the winnings in a place Penny wouldn't look until he had enough to pay off the new sofa, refrigerator, and TV he had charged. She hadn't been happy that Ted had delivered him to her too ***** to make love that night. But Tommy nursed his hangover the next day and planned to go back to bolster his savings before telling Penny about it. She seemed even friendlier to a few of the guys at the pool that day, but Tommy knew it was just her way of reminding him he hadn't been able to get it up the night before, and that he'd better make it up to her before she gave one of her new 'friends' the opportunity. He was sure she was just teasing - it was just to teach him a lesson. So he feigned a bit of jealousy that evening, apologized, and they made love with the window open - "just to let them all know," Tommy told himself.

Tommy's second visit to the casino with Ted continued with an encouraging string of wins at blackjack. Ted had been teaching Tommy how to count cards, but it was still Ted who won the most hands. Ted was the croupier's pal back in college before the guy was expelled for hacking his friends' grades for profit. Ted refused to say whether he was one of those 'friends'.

It seemed so easy - they'd leave again with twice the winnings they took the last time, and Tommy would finally let Penny know they were debt-free. When Ted began to lose, Tommy withdrew and watched. He already had enough to make Penny happy, so why risk going home broke? When Ted asked for an advance, Tommy panicked. Ted had lost everything - why would he do that? And what would happen if he lost the casino's money?

Soon, Ted's advance had evaporated as well. It was seconds later that a large hand appeared on Ted's shoulder.

"You can pay up now - it's time for you to leave," the burly security guard said.

"B-but, at least give me some time to win it back!" Ted begged.

"Your time's up, bud. C'mon - let's talk somewhere more private."

He glanced over at Tommy and nodded.

"You too, pal. We've been watching both of you. She just wants you to answer some questions. The owner's very curious - about who you are, and why you'd think you can walk away with money you haven't fairly won. Come with me, both of you."

They were shoved into an elevator and waited nervously until it opened into a dimly lit hallway with double doors at the far end. The guard used his key card and waved them into the luxurious interior.

A man sat hunched over a keyboard that controlled rows of glowing screens covering one wall. Scenes of the casino at every angle were visible. One of the very table where they had played was magnified as the security attendant's stare was fixed there.

"Can I offer you gentlemen a d r i n k?" The woman towered over them in her six-inch heels. Tommy and Ted gasped at the sight of her in the fitted, white suit. Her slim, muscular figure was stunning - the finely sculptured long legs below the brief skirt, the waspish waist above them, and the unmistakably large bust beneath her tailored business jacket. "Come into my office - let's talk about your extraordinary luck recently."

A long, thick, black river of hair, bound into a waist-length tail, swayed as she turned to invite them inside. Tommy stared at the flared hips that flexed and rolled as she led them into her private office. How could they resist her invitation?

She poured each of them half a glass of amber liquid from a sparkling crystal decanter and placed them on the edge of her desk before taking a seat behind it.

"It's a rare twenty-four-year-old. I do like to have the best. Or don't you like scotch? But of course you do."

Of course they did, at least a vintage such as that. They each took a glass and drank, impressed with the smooth, smoky taste.

Angela leaned toward them over her desk with arms crossed, quietly inspecting them as they sipped their
d r i n k s. Tommy and Ted both stared when her jacket fell open a bit, revealing two perfect, snow-white crescents of flesh that begged to be admired. Her wide, predatory smile met their gaze when they looked up from her luscious breasts.

"You see, my problem is, gentlemen, that I'm the owner here, and if I don't maintain some kind of discipline, people take advantage of me. They take what isn't rightfully theirs. Even when it isn't that much, it still annoys me."

She sighed, rose from her chair, circled to the front of her desk, and leaned against it. She was an imposing figure two feet away from them. Angela leaned back and tossed her head, shaking the ebony shock of hair into waves, stretching her legs out toward them. Ted grinned as her legs parted slightly, exposing a hint of her thong-covered mound in the semi-darkness between two ivory columns of thigh. Tommy's gut told him something much different as he gulped the last of his scotch. The urge to flee back home to Penny was overwhelming.

"I suppose it's my looks though. But I can't help what I was born with. It's that men, some men, misunderstand me. They look at my face, my hair, my figure, and are so sure an attractive woman can't run a business like this. They look at my breasts and assume they're not natural - that I'm a slave to vanity. I assure you, I'm not. I've been generously endowed all my life, and I've learned the blessing can work for me. They do appear naturally attractive to both of you, don't they?"

Angela peeled open the lapels of her jacket slightly and took a slow, dramatic, deep breath. Her fixed smile and piercing stare gave her the look of a predatory a n i m a l. Ted and Tommy nodded their heads in unison, still stunned into silence.

"Well, thank you gentlemen - I appreciate that. But some men aren't as careful to please me. Some men think I'm some kind of bimbo, even when I'm stern with them. Some men don't believe I have the capacity to 'correct' them. Maybe even hurt them. Well, not physically, of course. But robbing them of their masculinity is another thing entirely. Some men deserve that - men who take advantage of me not just once, but over and over again."

The d r i n k s began to take effect. Ted and Tommy both felt it at the same time. Angela's secret ingredient. Tingling a bit at first, then a growing paralysis. The tunnel vision arrived next as Angela's voice echoed through it.

"We only have a short time together, 'gentlemen'. Within that time, I need to make a point. And to do that, I'll need your hands behind your backs - where I can secure them."

Unable to move, they allowed her to cuff their wrists and ankles to the heavy metal chairs. She took an oversized pair of razor-sharp scissors from her desk drawer, posed before Ted and Tommy as she brandished them, then began to cut the clothes from their motionless bodies.

"What - did you - do to us..." Ted managed to mumble and slur as she sliced away.

Angela merely hummed some unfamiliar tune as she cut away their shirts, pants, and underwear, leaving them naked except for their sock and shoes. She stood back a few paces, examining their bodies with hungry eyes and a menacing grin. Then she flashed the scissors. "Snip, snip, snip, boys. You have so much to lose, and I have so much fun taking my little trophies." They glittered as she snipped at the air, making a terrifying thin, metallic sound.

"Gentlemen, I will take your manhood as payment, in one way or another. But I'm a patient woman. I don't blame you for imagining the worst - these could be a fearsome, possibly gruesome tool for exacting the amount due. For now, I'll simply take this opportunity to discover what I have to work with."

Angela slid her hand between Ted's legs and rolled his penis between her long fingers.

"I know all about you, Teddy," she told him softly with a sly grin. "I know you don't get to use this often - the word is that you've cheated on every girlfriend you've ever had. You're not much of a catch either - you've lost your last two jobs and haven't found another one to this day. So, then you steal from ME. Repeatedly. And now you bring your friend to steal from me too."

Ted moaned suddenly when she clasped his balls and dug a sharpened fingernail into the sensitive meat of his testicle. "I should rip these off," Angela hissed. "You despicable little excuse of a man. You're almost not worth my time."

When she moved to Tommy, he clenched his thighs together, but she pried her hand between them, explored there, found his genitals, and chuckled.

"And you, with a pretty little wife at home, let this lowlife drag you into his scheme to rob me. And, oh my, this is all you have to work with when you fuck your brand-new wife? How sad. I wonder what she'd be willing to give for a decent sex life? Oh, how much fun I could have with her, making her a real woman, maybe even turning her tastes to appreciate getting better sex from someone like me instead of men like you. But then she wouldn't want the likes of you at all, would she, Tommy? Why would she stay with you? Oh, but I can see it in your eyes. Always the same from their husbands - "But she loves me!" It's what you use to avoid peering into that deeply hidden, heavily protected corner of your masculinity - that dark place where a terrifying voice whispers to you, a voice you desperately try to ignore:"

"She's not satisfied. She never cums like she does with other men. Maybe she doesn't think of me as a man at all. Just a companion. She's a beautiful girl, biding her time with me, looking for a man who can give her the cock I can't every minute of every day."

"You know it's true, Tommy," Angela insisted. "She can love others just as much or more, especially ones who make her cum like a drooling whore. Lose her, Tommy? You never had her in the first place."

Tommy shuddered, waiting for the pain he knew would come when his balls became her next target and her nails bit sharply into them.

"Do you know what a little slut she is, Tommy? Oh, I think you do. She's there at the pool all day in her scandalous bikini while you're at work. She loves flirting with men she doesn't even know, staring at their bodies, their crotches, lingering there as she admires the swell of their thick, swollen cocks under their Speedos. Do you think she dreams of them at night, Tommy? Do you think she feels cheated when you stick yours in her? How many has she already fucked, Tommy? How many? How many...?"

The last thing Tommy saw was Angela's eyes, inches from his, peering into him as though she could see inside him, his thoughts, his fears, and the forbidden fantasies of his sweet wife sinking slowly down onto one of her stranger's impossibly huge cocks. Had he imagined Penny's grateful moan as the stranger fucked her furiously there by the pool, right before Tommy lost consciousness? Just before Angela saw his eyes flutter shut, she knew he had heard her best 'little girl' moan, and that his nagging doubts about Penny's fidelity would haunt him for as long as Angela needed to break him.

-2-

"Don't be alarmed - it's merely a tonic of my special blend of enhancers: mood modifiers to make you more obedient, a touch of my favorite stimulant to keep you a bit edgy, and a little something to bring that male craving for pussy to the surface. Oh, and with a yummy surprise to keep you hard for hours as well. I'm especially looking forward to that, Tommy. What a delightful toy your little thing will be when it awakens."

His pulse quickened as he watched her feed the flexible, large-bore catheter into the end of his penis. He watched it slither into him, on and on, until a frightening amount of tubing disappeared inside him.

Angela fitted the elastic cup pierced by the catheter tightly over the head of his penis, anchoring the tubing in place. The discomfort made him gasp at first; its thickness stretched him inside, burning as it opened him until the anesthetic lubricant began to take effect. Even then, it was so large, so far up inside him, so intrusive, an invading, persistent presence lying in wait. A coil of wire exiting the tube, resting on his belly like a slender, black snake promised something hideously perverse.

"Now, you might even find this pleasant - some men do." She coated the flared anal plug with the same lubricant, worked it into the opening, then pushed it into him as deeply as it could penetrate him. He shivered as she held the lead that exited his anus, then watched her plug both leads into one of the glowing, stacked control units.

"Now, just a bit more encouragement to stimulate you to full tumescence." His hips bolted upward with the first surge. Every muscle and nerve below his chest tightened and locked. He groaned and whipped his head from side to side as his bowels ached and clenched around the plug. "Too much?" Angela asked, smiling as she adjusted the dials on the flashing panel.

"I'm always overly optimistic about how much a man's insides can withstand, especially down there. Now, a bit less current flowing into you seems to have calmed you. Still, you do feel it, don't you? That deep urge to thrust? I can see you do."

"Oh, but it's so pretty," she said approvingly, "your little thing waking from its s l e e p, trying to please me. It's already puffy - I love making them grow, watching them respond to my 'encouragement'. Even small ones like yours are so satisfying to study. But don't let your ego fool you - it's not your glands and meager pool of testosterone that are responsible. It's simply my tonic and my instruments, working inside you to make your little thing responsive to what follows. And no, Tommy, poor thing - I've not awakened it as a promise of some kind of kinky pleasure. But I'm afraid this is necessary so we can move on."

He stared at his engorging penis as it throbbed and thickened. He was terrified, but it grew longer and thicker despite his fear. There was no pleasure in it - just the throbbing and weight of it resting on his belly. He was fully awake now, and his fear grew as the stunning Angela worked on him as though he was a helpless lab a n i m a l. The probes were both active now, both so deeply threaded inside him that he felt he had no control at all over his body's response. The invasion was ever-present, as though it had become a part of him.

Tiny, probing, finger-like electrodes unfolded from the outer surface of the tubing where it penetrated his prostate. They clutched and massaged it in a wave-like motion as miniature terminal electrodes caused the gland to contract gently, rhythmically, expelling its internal fluids into perforations along the tubing. The contractions weren't painful, in fact, they were almost pleasant at first, except for the twitching he felt in his lower belly. After a short while, there was an urgency, much like the initial stages of an orgasm, though without a final release. The urgency continued unabated, until the promise of release became endless, nagging frustration. In an hour, he had given himself over to Angela. He reluctantly surrendered to the idea that he was hers to play with, hers to manipulate. Maybe it would be okay. She was so beautiful, the purring of her voice so comforting. Maybe she'd forgive him. Maybe playing her game wouldn't be so bad after all...if only she would let him cum.

"Now, this will be unpleasant," she murmured, as she closed her fingers around his testicle, tugged until she had isolated it, and then slid the elastic band over it, separating it from its twin. "Just one more," she promised. Probing with her fingertips, she fastened an elastic band above his second testicle, displaying both as vulnerable, bulbous twins.

"They're so inviting, so 'available' like this," she said, admiring her work. "I always look forward to examining their size and shape when they're isolated. Every man is different - did you know that? Yours are nice and plump, but no, my dear Tommy, they're not as big as most. Does it sting, knowing your manhood isn't up to par? Let's see how sensitive they are..."

She flicked a testicle with her finger, sending a brief, sudden ache up into his groin. He winced and moaned, the sound strangely hollow through the tube plug in his mouth. His moan was longer and louder when she flicked the second testicle with her long pointed fingernail.

"There's something so satisfying about acquiring a man's balls. I can do anything with them, anything at all. Everything you are as a man is contained in them - the raging hormones, the egotistical ability to impregnate any woman you choose with the teaming hordes of sperm they produce. Isn't it a cruel trick they play on men though? They're so vulnerable hanging between your legs. And then there's the pain you suffer when the slightest pressure is applied. But to me, they're a blessing. I can hold the entirety of your manhood in one hand. I could crush it in seconds if I wished. Do you feel the pressure now, as I tighten my grip? Just a tiny bit more, and squish - no more male ego. Can you help me decide?"

He struggled wildly against the restraints, shaking his head from side to side, gurgling unintelligibly through his mouth-tube. The ache grew between his legs, crawling upward through his groin and belly. It was a prediction of what she was capable of, what she intended after she was done with him. She sees his tears and her heart leaps.

"Ahh, you understand. You promise to be a good boy for me then?"

He nodded frantically, his saliva bubbling up out of his mouth tube.

Angela sighed. "My men always promise; I'm not sure it's the pain though. I think it's truly the fear of becoming a potential eunuch - a useless, sterile thing incapable of reproducing, fucking, or objecting to the slightest female whim - a feeble thing, meant to serve and obey. Is that what you fear? Am I presenting your options in a way you clearly understand?"

He nodded slowly, fearful of what might come if he wasn't seen to cooperate.

"Are you absolutely certain, Tommy? Because your friend Teddy wasn't cooperative - not at all. We tried to come to an understanding - we really did. I think I was very generous with his options. He tested my patience, but it wasn't meant to be. He wasn't willing to provide compensation of any kind. In the end, I just couldn't get him to grasp the depth of my appetite for what I might want from a man."

Tommy nodded again, this time more quickly, and was more than willing to forget his friend.

"Good. Compliance is your friend here. Now that you've settled into a better state of mind, I'll continue. A little discomfort will follow, but no pain. Put your body in my hands, and I'll be finished in no time."

She lifted his fully erect penis, angled it downward until she met resistance, then released it, smiling as it sprang back, hanging in the air just slightly above his belly, throbbing with urgent contractions.

He felt her attach the two adhesive patches on his scrotum with gentle pressure, one over each swollen, purple gland beneath it, then more pressure as she clipped the leads to the patches.

"Let me know when you feel it," she told him. "Make a sound when you feel the first tingle - we don't want to fry them, do we? At least not yet."

The first sensation was a series of prickly bursts - he grunted at once in fear of what the next level might bring.

"Ahhh - good. We don't want pain - just the constant flux of current to keep the little glands awake. I can see the spasms now, first one, then the other. I take it there's no pain - just a slight quivering down there?"

He nodded again, afraid to anger her. It was like no other sensation he had ever experienced. When he tried to look, he could see his erection throb with the same timed spasms.

"Oh, you're proud of that? You poor thing. But it's not really you. The electrical current does that - well, in addition to the massive amount of PDE5 inhibitor in your IV bag. Oh, sorry - you know it as 'boner medication'. You know - like Viagra? Only this is my own custom modification that's more powerful and lasts much longer. It's finally just at its peak, and I'm so proud of you - that you're this hard for me. Oh yes, take a good look. You've never been this hard or this big before, have you, Tommy? That's because it isn't you, it's me who's responsible for it. You could never do this, be this, without me, Tommy. Your little thing is much more impressive in my hands than it ever was in yours."

Angela was right - Tommy was stunned at the size and rigidity of his penis. He could see it rise off his belly with each pulse of the probes inside him. He could feel the warmth and fullness of it like he never had before. But there was no pleasure in any of it, no sensation of urgency or arousal at all. Just the constant flexing and spasms of his anus and genitals as the current passed through them. There was no pain, only the fear of what Angela may want from him next.

"Your sweet little wife is adorable, but she doesn't have these, does she?"

Angela lowered her top to free her large, firm breasts and moved closer so he could get a better look. She was so unlike his petite wife with her meager, pouty breasts and pixie blonde hair. This woman was his ultimate wet dream, but one he'd never confess to his shy, loving wife. This woman was tall and shapely, even muscular, so confident and persuasive. Soon after this woman exposed her breasts to him, his penis began to slowly drool droplets of sticky liquid. He was so hard, and the prickling in his balls became more of an enticement than a fearful annoyance. He found he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have this woman stroke him, then sink his raging dick into her formidable, elegant body.

"But we could just take a look. Wouldn't you like that? Comparing us? What would Penny think? Her hubby so hard for me. Her Tommy's little dick hard for me because I'm more of a woman than she is? Would it anger her? Or, finally, make her give up on you and your little 'thing' and find a more worthy slab of cock? I do wonder how her mind would process it."

His eyes widened at her mention of Penny's name. He began to shiver and toss his head violently from side to side. His frantic pleas for her safety were mere gurgling as his saliva spilled from the mouth tube.

The vision wetted Angela between her legs. This weak, helpless man struggled and pleaded, all while his genitals throbbed to the timed current that now trickled through his balls and up through the probe buried in the inflamed meat of his penis. Her grin widened when she noticed the slight, uncontrollable thrusts of his hips. Angela couldn't know the inner sensations of such foolishly vulnerable organs, but she was bathed in joy; his genitals, every energized nerve they contained, from the two tender man-glands to the squirming penis' tip, danced at her whim; the delightful twitching and surging spasms were completely under her control. She came, quietly, as she watched, her finger juicy when she withdrew it from under her brief leather skirt. "This - this is what men are made for. This - is my finest work," she mused.

The room went dark as she left him, the slowly fading click, click, click of her heels the only sound until the door latched shut.

-3-

The sudden burst of light woke Tommy from a dreamless s l e e p. A young girl entered pushing a small cart draped with white linen, her eyes cast down as though she dared not look at those she served. Tommy recognized the familiar click, click, click of Angela's spiked heels on the white tile floor as she followed the girl, the rush of the room's chilled air over his body through the open door, the sterile antiseptic odor that crept into the room, and the deathly silence outside that promised he'd never be found and rescued.

"Bring it closer, here by his table," Angelica ordered. "I want him to have a clear view."

"Yes, Ma'am," the girl answered, stopping the cart inches from Tommy's face.

Tommy stared. The girl was naked except for the black leather bands circling her neck, wrists, and ankles, and the black sandals that laced upward along her calves to her knees. She made no attempt to hide her pert, bare breasts or cleanly shaved pussy. Such a firm, petite, perfectly sculptured body. With her face partially hidden, her physical presence startled Tommy. She might have passed for Penny's twin. It was then she turned to look at him. Her neckband displayed an embedded, white ID tag: "A-03"; the vacant, cold eyes that peered into his weren't Penny's.

"While you're here, prep him for me," Angela ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am," the girl answered. There was no smile or frown from "A-03". No willingness or objection. Eyes just as dead. She went to work at the bank of blinking lights, making adjustments as if it was a well-practiced routine. Tommy's erection throbbed and twitched. The girl stopped when he groaned. She went to him and tested his penile tube - adjusting, pushing, twisting, until she verified its depth and position.

"He continues to be pre-ejaculatory, Miss," she reported in a voice untouched by interest or surprise. "A bit less than five milliliters of fluid in his tube, but it's increasing - I've calibrated the tube gage."

"Well, we've stressed him for quite a while now, '03'. More than two days. I doubt he'd be capable of that without the stim. We could keep him like this for a while, but I doubt it would change anything. And, I'm sure he's raging inside - the urge is still there, and his fluids - it's the production of sperm that diminishes. Look at him shaking - he'd do anything for relief."

The girl ran her eyes over Tommy's body, finally showing her fascination with a discreet smile. "Two days of this?" she whispered. "He must be..."

"Permanently damaged?" Angela interrupted. "Depends on the subject. That's why we do the research. He's almost certainly sterile by now. We've never stressed testicles to this extent, and others have stopped producing after much less time and current. Will he be able to achieve erections without the stim? Have orgasms? Well, we'll know in time. But some lingering variables will determine how much he'll have to endure. His new wife is our guest as well, and she promises to be an interesting part of Tommy's future. So, would you like to finish him before you leave?"

"Can I?" the girl asked, with an eager smile.

"You do enjoy it more than any of my former students. I'm not sure why you do, but I think I understand. He's all yours."

A-03 went to work connecting his penile tube to his mouth tube and opening the valves between them to allow the eventual flow. An additional adjustment on the controller stack made Tommy's hips thrust in a spasming, jerking rhythm as the stimulation coursed through his anal and penile probes. She watched for a few seconds, taking in the abject helplessness of this writhing male. "It's so easy," she thought, "controlling them, taking everything they are, all with a little time and a few simple insertions."

Finally, A-03 aligned her fingertips along the bottom of his erection and began to drum them lightly, one after another. Something about his immediate response warmed her; she could see him give himself up to her, give in to her, surrendering his body to her administrations despite his fear and uncertainty. She began to count silently in her head, "One, two, three, four, five..." It was so satisfying, so rewarding, watching the first inch of the penile tube fill with the milky white ejaculate. The little surges were almost h y p n o t i c, the way the thick liquid was extracted from his body in the absence of the usual male aggression. She had taken control of him; his most private and personal sexual needs and biological responses were completely in her hands - in her fingers, actually, as she drummed them along his penis and felt the contractions travel through the meager stalk of meat.

A-03 watched a while longer until the tube showed her she had emptied him. It was tempting to linger anyway, to watch this male shudder and twitch on the table without relief. It occurred to her that Angela was likely correct about her prediction that his ability to orgasm without their instruments had been permanently deadened. They could extract his semen - that was proven - but he certainly didn't derive any pleasure from it. Those nerves - the ones that rewarded this male for delivering his inferior seed - were likely decimated after days of tortuous stress. The only unknown was whether this subject might manage to achieve an erection after their time with him. "It would serve him right if he couldn't," she thought. She considered what his life would become if a viable erection could never be used to satiate him - what kind of t o r t u r e that would bring. How pathetic he would be. That made her smile again.

"Maybe I'll be the one to give you your very last orgasm, ever," she thought. "Taking it from him would be such a delicious privilege. It's so ingenious, damaging his balls in a way that will slow the production of his arrogant testosterone to a trickle, stripping everything that made him a virile man from his system without a single cut." She felt the air between her legs cool and moisten as she ran her eyes over Tommy's naked, shuddering body. "She's defeated him, extracted the 'man' from him, made him a helpless drone, physically and mentally. How exciting it would be to replicate it on a massive scale! So many weak, accommodating men groveling and serving us while a few worthy ones were kept as studs to please and procreate." A-03 gasped for a second, pressing her thighs tightly together as the warming orgasm swept through her.

She watched him squirm until she tired of it, shrugged her shoulders, and went about resequencing the series of valves along his tube. An adjustment on the blinking rack of controllers did that at her command, a slight pressure was applied to the penile end of the tube, and the contents surged into his mouth plug. Tommy gagged at first, then swallowed the thick droplets that emerged. "Nothing wasted," she thought, as she watched his semen slowly consumed. "At least I won't have to clean up the mess. So thoughtful of Angela."

"So, what will you do with him?" she asked finally. "I understand you have his wife. I could use the experience with her - I haven't done a female yet."

Angela smiled at her young protege. "I have plans for them as a couple, A-03. I have a score to settle with him, and his pretty wife is a bonus. I've done my homework, and she's the kind of repressed subject I can use. They'll both pay for what he's taken from me. I do think your innate skills are more suited for men for the time being. In time, I may let you play with her, but only for your training. I need her myself until then."

"If you say so, Ma'am. Thank you for letting me finish him. I do so enjoy the opportunities you give me." She paused, then asked Angela, "Will he ever cum again, I mean, on his own?"

"We'll have to wait for the answer to that, A-03. He's not my first subject, and the results have varied widely in the past. Is it an outcome that particularly interests you?"

Fearing she may have overstepped her position, A-03 lowered her head and stared at the gleaming tile floor. "I, um, just want to learn everything I can from you, Ma'am. It's an honor to be here, to work under you. That's all."

Angela eyed her suspiciously, then went to her and placed a finger under her chin, lifting it to stare into her bright blue eyes. It sent a shiver through A-03. Could Angela read her mind?

"Hmmm - such potential behind those pretty eyes," Angela answered softly. "But sometimes I wonder - do you feel my love for you? Does it stir desire in you as it does me, my sweet? I hope it does, and that thoughts of betrayal never enter your pretty little head. Your body is a fountain of delight, my sweet - such pleasure it gives me. But in this room, pleasure can turn to hideously unending suffering. You know how that happens - you've seen it yourself."

A-03 was stunned into silence. Angela's gaze was otherworldly, all-knowing. It delivered an unsaid demand for unwavering allegiance, with inhuman penalties for betrayal.

"I - do feel your love, Ma'am," A-03 hesitantly replied. "Losing it, losing you, would end me. I'd never do anything to endanger it. I hope you see that."

Angela kept her finger under A-03's chin, never shifting her gaze away. A minute passed, then two. She detected a rise in A-03's pulse, then tiny disturbances beneath her skin. She had never weighed the pleasures of A-03's body against her possible deceit. Mentoring this delicious morsel of girl was rewarding enough, but sampling her flesh had become more satisfying than Angela had predicted. Peering inside her was easy enough, but sorting the consequences may create a dilemma. Still, the girl would make an interesting subject should it come to that.

"Such an astonishing creature," Angela whispered. Her words were warm, moist gushes of air in the lingering space between them. "You are mine, aren't you? Inside and out? Every thought, every gesture and sway of your body? Tell me. Let it spill from these lips like a caress. Caress me, my sweet, caress me."

"I'm yours." A-03's words echoed off the pristine, white walls like a forfeited confession. Angela deciphered both lust and ambition buried beneath the feigned sincerity in the brief echoes. Yes, there was much more to this pleasing assemblage of flesh than her constant efforts to impress Angela. She was certain A-03 was unaware of her own transparency; long ago, Angela's former careless display of ambition had been a lesson to adopt a facade of opaqueness that had served her well. If necessary, A-03 could be dealt with, in a way that would still benefit Angela's work.

A-03 turned and left, but not without regret that the "pretty young wife" wouldn't be her next exercise under Angela's direction. But she would wait, patiently, until the day she'd replace Angela. The opportunity would arrive, eventually, and she'd see Angela strapped to a table, begging to be released from A-03's most depraved 'research'. "I wonder what her screams will be like," the girl pondered as she closed the door behind her.

Tommy had been mesmerized by the two women's exquisite appearance and their private admission of fondness for each other. His erection had never abated after they emptied him, and it throbbed relentlessly. He found it impossible to avoid thoughts of the two women together, the petite, hard-bodied girl lapping the juices from between the raven-haired amazon's widely splayed legs. They went on as if he didn't exist, as if he was truly a specimen that would never be able to reveal their secrets, a hopelessly damaged "thing" that would be discarded and forgotten. He found it both a relief and a disappointment when A-03 was excused and left the room. His eyes were glued to her perfectly round, firm ass as she gave it a few purposefully exaggerated sways, just for him, then quietly opened and slipped through the heavily soundproofed door.

Angela noticed Tommy's stare as the girl left them, and immediately strode to the table where he lay consumed with fear of his eventual fate. She folded her hands over the sides of his face, so gently, so endearingly, before trailing them down along his neck, chest, and belly. Her hands stopped when she felt the first shiver run through him, a few inches from the root of his pulsing genitals. His hips reacted by rising off the table in feeble lunges. Angela's fingertips explored his belly and groin, locating just the right spots, the sensitive triggers she knew she'd eventually discover. She pressed into him there, her fingers digging against his flesh, probing for contact with buried nerves and vulnerable "man-anatomy" that could bring both pain and pleasure.

Tommy's moans came immediately, filling the stark, chilly room. They were sensations he had never experienced - points of pressure that disrupted the workings of his belly organs, bringing them to life as though Angela's hands were inside him. Angela had mapped the procedure using her past subjects, tracing lines over the sensitive skin, invading here and there with firm pressure points, then with sudden, deeper intrusions that brought pain that surged through their terrified bodies.

Tomy's soft moans turned so suddenly to groans and gasps when she explored his anatomy with more
f o r c e f u l probing. It had become a practiced routine to Angela, but few procedures provided such exhilaration; exploring these helpless creatures with her fingers and hands became a way to show them the fragile line between pleasure and pain. It was an important step toward first having Tommy surrender his masculinity, then offering her the broken shell of what remained. Pleasure - pain - pleasure - pain - she could keep it up for hours until the sensory extremes left him a quivering mass of exhausted flesh. His sense of self would follow; his mind would become a chaotic mush of confusion, then disintegrate into helpless
s u b m i s s i o n. Imagining how she'd remake him with her practiced touches made her juices flow. He was so nearly there, so nearly hers.

"Do you know what I like best about seeing you like this, Tommy?" Angela asked patiently. "It's the consumption. Well, of course, keeping you on edge for days, then robbing you of your 'precious' seed. But the consumption - the act of sending your writhing sperm down your gullet to your gut where the acids slowly dissolve them. Do you think they feel it, Tommy? Stripping the membrane from their tiny heads, then ripping their wriggling tails from what remains? The finality of it must come so quickly - the destruction of your DNA as the acids break it into ragged, unrecognizable fragments of your manhood. Oh, I know you might produce more - but it's the thought, the picture it brings to mind, that every single life-giving cell disintegrates into meaningless bits, to be consumed by your helpless body. I know that sounds a bit gruesome. But there are worse fates for a man's arrogant aggression."

Tommy's eyes followed Angela as she circled behind the wheeled cart. She sat behind it, facing him, and delicately plucked the cover upward, revealing a glistening china platter and sparkling silverware.

"You see, Tommy, your friend wasn't prepared for what was to come, and to me, preparation is everything. He failed to anticipate what I'm capable of, and my anticipation can become almost unbearable at times like this."

It had become a swollen, turgid mast after its slow poaching in heavy cream, its tissues now expanded to full tumescence. Its insistence, its arrogance, exceeded any purposeful display in its past. A surrounding rise of lightly crusted pastry anchored the base to the plate. Angela pinched the handle of a gleaming, silver bell creamer, lifted it gracefully, and drizzled its contents over the swollen stalk, from the mushroom-like tip to the anchored base. The exquisite odor of garlic-infused butter wafted by Tommy as it formed a shallow pool on the plate below. Swirls of steam rose from the clarified ghee that saturated the crisp, supporting swell of puff pastry.

Angela lowered her head for a few seconds as if praying, leaned forward, carefully enclosed the flared glans with her lips, and reverently severed the tender, succulent head. It was her immediate, satisfied smile as she let the tender morsel dissolve on her tongue that delivered terror into Tommy's quaking body. He groaned and shook his head violently, but Angela ignored him as she indulged the forbidden, tender delicacy.

Angela closed her long, graceful fingers over a sparkling cocktail fork. She picked away the crisp, fluffy pastry skin at the base, revealing the precious twins within. Two pink, animelles lay exposed and enlarged from the slow poaching, complete with the short, pink stumps of their former attachments.

Spearing one of the plump, juicy glands with the delicate tines of the fork, she sliced into the soft bean of flesh with her sharpened dessert spoon and brought a portion of the firm, tender delicacy to her lips, but not before pausing and holding it in the air for a few seconds, glancing past it at Tommy.

"Oh, dear boy - this isn't your fate. Teddy wasn't as interesting to me as you are. He didn't have a pretty young wife. Not that you weren't responsible as well. You were just so corruptible though. Weak. Too willing to please Teddy, and your new wife. Now, that - that is interesting to me. Teddy was merely a boring fool, one who thought he was entitled to put his dick in every woman he met."

She closed her lips over the moist, pink meat, withdrew the fork, and bit into it.

"Mmmm, so perfectly exquisite," she said, rolling her eyes as though she had never tasted anything like it. "You see, Teddy has already repaid me. And, he won't be putting his dick in a woman, ever again."

Angela scooped the remaining steaming gland onto her spoon and raised it in the air between them. "You do understand, don't you, dear boy? That I have 'appetites' Teddy couldn't have possibly imagined?"

She closed her mouth over it, and chewed - once, twice, again and again, the muscles of her jaw flexing, until she was able to easily consume the tender contents.

Tommy couldn't tear his eyes away from her face, her wide mouth, the lips that formed the intoxicating words she spoke. His shivering rattled the rotated wings that held his arms and legs within the leather restraints. He couldn't face the hideous reality of it, yet his gaze was captured and held by her commanding beauty and her exotic sexuality as her sinister cocktail coursed through his veins.

"So, you see? Teddy won't be tempting you with his ridiculous schemes again. He's paid his debt - and given me everything I want from him. Well, he did struggle, at first. Maybe 'given' isn't the right word. I take what I want, Tommy. Anything I want, when I want it. But I get the impression that you're quite different from Teddy. You're much more willing to 'give' than he was. And you have collateral - your home, and your pretty new wife. I wonder - would you give her to me to avoid your boring friend's fate? I think you would, Tommy. I think you'll do anything for me - now that Teddy..."

She held the remaining pink, fleshy ball on her spoon, inches from Tommy's face.

"...isn't Teddy anymore."

-4-

Angela had left the remains of her demonstration well within Tommy's sight after she rose from her seat and strolled from the room. The empty pastry shell and nearly half of the swollen, fleshy stalk remained. Tommy would stare at it, unbelieving, then turn away in fear and disgust. He imagined the same plate eventually displaying those same parts of himself, consumed by a dangerously unpredictable Angela.

When the room suddenly fell into darkness, he panicked. Was this how it happened? The click of her heels, the sudden bite of a knife, then later her consumption as she f o r c e d him to watch his manhood disappear forever? Despite his worst fears, his erection throbbed and drooled into its tube. He recalled the invasion, how the thick, hollow tubing snaked into him inch by inch as Angela eased it forward, on and on and on. It was so far up inside him now that it had become a part of him. He was its prisoner now, a nagging image his constant erection wouldn't allow him to unsee.

"This is what sex is for you now, Tommy boy," Angela had whispered close to his ear. "Have you begun to enjoy it yet? It's so like what you do to your poor Penny - entering her body, inch by inch, making her feel your unwanted little invader slide inside her body until she feels v i o l a t e d by it. It's time you know, Tommy. Now I receive pleasure by violating your body with my invader. But, it's not alive; it's cold and unforgiving, isn't it Tommy boy? So far up inside you, sucking at your man-parts, removing your fluids as though they're unwanted poison. In a way, I have my cock inside you now, nestled in the tight recesses of both your dick, and your ass. I can empty you, Tommy, until you become a useless husk, one that remains thoughtlessly engaged as my willing drone. Can you imagine yourself that way, Tommy? No longer a man, or a husband? Merely shivering flesh at my mercy? Nod if you can, Tommy. I love it when men know their place here with me. Nod, or I'll fry these balls to crisp little nuggets of smoldering meat."

He knew she would do it. He knew he had no choice. It was a small sacrifice, just a nod to escape her punishment. So he did. He nodded and nodded with his eyes wide, glaring into hers, silently pleading for mercy.

"Yes, that's it. It's better to confess than to hold it in, my little toy. Still, I'm not certain you're being completely candid with me. Maybe I'll just cook one of them so you can see I'm serious."

He nodded again and again, trying desperately to utter his agreement through his mouth tube. He watched Angela's eyes roam over his naked body, examining her property, the shuddering, sobbing thing that was once a man. She leaned closer, pulled free his mouth tube, and asked him, "Tell me - are you my toy, Tommy?" His terrified s u b m i s s i o n echoed off the pristine, tile walls. "Yes - I am - I'll, I'll be whatever you want me to be..."

"Are you a man, Tommy?"

"No," he murmured, in dire desperation.

"Do you deserve to be Penny's husband? The husband of a beautiful creature like her?"

He shivered, studied the look in her eyes so close to his, and weakly surrendered his answer again.

"N-No."

"You belong to me now, don't you Tommy? All of you? Even these fragile little balls?"

She had reached behind her back and placed a finger on the button that would deliver the sizzling charge between his legs, waiting for his reply with a thin, vicious smile.

"Y-Yes," he relented, "all of me. I promise."

"Good boy! Now, let's give you just a bit more motivation to stay a good boy." After a practiced adjustment to her instruments, Tommy's cock throbbed to a quicker rhythm, his bowels clenched about the anal plug, and his balls swelled with the increased current. It inched him closer to orgasm, but the relentless twitching remained miles from any release. He groaned and thrust his hips into the chilled air above them with no relief.

"Ahh, there we are, Tommy boy. Now, you enjoy that, and we'll be together again soon."

The room fell into total darkness, the click of her heels faded, and the heavy door latched behind her.

After an hour, his body began to tire from the fearful shaking. His limbs went limp, drained of the ability to shiver or even move. There was only the darkness and the faint hum of the machine each time it delivered its unending blips of current. It was a crucifixion of sorts; his arms and legs spread and secured, his body naked and exposed to the chilled air of the dark room. The only sensation was the timed pulsing of his penis and testicles. Each throb brought back the image of the woman who controlled the machine - the long, dark, swaying ponytail, her milky cleavage bursting from her tightly fitted bodice, and those legs, those long, shapely legs atop the shiny black stilettos. Bathed in so much terror, how could he have been excited by her appearance? Yes, the probes had done it at first, but he remembered that the thrusting of his hips began as she leaned over him, the finely sculptured face so close to his as she whispered things in that silky voice. Things that strangely made him want to put his hands on those large, heaving breasts. Things that made him want her touch, there on the shaft of hardened meat that stood and danced between his legs. Any thought of Penny faded as Angela's face, Angela's voice, accompanied him in the endless darkness.

As he shivered and squirmed there in the dark, he recalled what Angela had told him before she left him. "This is what it feels like, Tommy. I've perfected what I call The Eternal Edge. Sooo close to cumming, yet so far away from any pleasurable release. I can keep you like this for hours, days, or weeks. Too long, and it will turn your insides, and your mind, to mush. But I'm sure we both hope it won't come to that. And it won't, if you give up who and what you are - and, if you give your pretty wife to me as my new toy. You see, the only way you're valuable to me is as part of a couple - a very broken, perverse husband and wife destined to be used for my experiments, and the entertainment of others. I'll give you some quiet time now to consider your future."

Had he slept? He wasn't certain. There was no sense of time, no expectation of what may come next. There was only the familiar chilly air around him, the maddening spasms traveling from the anal probe up through his penile tube, and the heaviness of his erection rising and falling against his belly.

-5-

Suddenly, there was light - a blinding white light that made the gleaming walls indistinguishable from the floor and ceiling. Then the metallic latch of the door, and her hard, statuesque body approaching him. He felt a tug on the catheter as she fiddled with something at the side of the table. After a few seconds, she held up the small, flexible bag for him to see.

Angela had examined his semen again that morning and had found it completely vacant of any life. The sparse pool of wriggling sperm Angela had found when he arrived were now mere fragments, stagnant bits of tiny heads and tails shredded by the constant current. It was as though some gruesome invader had ripped them apart in a mad, destructive rage.

"Such a meager offering, Tommy. Still, I've always considered this watery bit of 'man-drool' a kind of surrender. It's a desperate pleading from a man, don't you think? It goes on and on, with no reward at all. Just - this useless, tiny, puddle of worthless goo. It's a final last effort to expel what's left of a man after his emasculation. So weepy - not at all like a nice powerful cum, is it? But here - here it does have a purpose. I doubt you'll find it pleasant, but it will usher you on your journey to what you will become. Just another small step though. You'll see."

She brought the bag containing its fluids closer, then fixed the nozzle to his mouth tube. With a gentle squeeze, she delivered the contents through the tube, watching with amusement as he c h o k e d on the slimy discharge before swallowing. Taking his head in her hands, she held him and stroked his face gently as he tried to shake off the bitter taste.

"There, there now. It's not so bad, is it? After all, it's what you make your little Penny taste every time you make her suck you. Now you know - what it's like to be her. Well, at least a little of it. We'll have time for more of it later, together, Tommy. Just me and you, and your drooling little 'thing' down there. But now, it's time to let you see your sweet little Penny. And to let her watch you - and me, together."

His heart leapt at the mention of Penny's name, but then a nagging wariness intervened. What had she meant, 'together'? What would Penny think? He with this raging hardon and Angela there encouraging it? What would he tell her? But with his mouthtube securely fastened, he couldn't begin to object.

After she turned his head to the side to face the nearby wall and fastened it in position with a leather strap, Angela touched a button on the floor with the toe of her glassy, black stiletto. The upper portion of the wall lowered, revealing a second brightly lit room behind a wide glass window. He stared at the figure of a naked woman strapped to the padded bench. She crouched there with arms stretched forward, her wrists fastened by wide leather cuffs. Her knees were pulled up under her, thighs and calves folded together and fastened with wide straps to the lower rotating arms of the table. The lower parts of the table had been separated in a wide, open "V", splaying the woman's knees at the hip. The table rotated slowly, displaying her firm, round buttocks, and shaved, glistening vulva.

And there were wires - so many wires; ones attached to the adhesive patches on her inner thighs, ones clinging to her lower belly and groin, ones strung into her anus, and a tiny cluster lining an inch-long strip of thin, transparent latex secured over her clitoris. Her body stiffened slightly and relaxed, exactly in time with his own genital throbbing. The woman didn't struggle - in fact, she appeared to be semi-conscious, cycling in and out of mini-climaxes that made her body a living, sex-drenched sculpture.

The table turned again, and he gasped as Penny's face came into view. Her head was fixed to the side, facing him, her eyes opened wide, staring, oblivious to her surroundings through each mini-climax. She seemed to stare through the glass at him as though it might be a dream. When Angela clasped her hand around Tommy's erection and pumped, he couldn't help thrusting as his sweet Penny watched. It was the last thing he wanted - his loving wife a witness to his perverse attraction to the commanding beauty. As Angela's d r u g s coursed through his body, his craving for release, the craving to cum for any reason at all, made him hunger for Penny's trussed, helpless body. She became less his wife, and more an opportunity to sink his cock into the luscious girl-flesh displayed before him. Oh, how he would split her, slam into her, pound her, until he spewed and spewed and spewed into her tight little cunt. If only he could escape, break through the glass, and use her until there was nothing left of her. Nothing but the limp, delicious, body Angela now used to tempt him.

"Yes, yes, Tommy. She loves this. Such filthy dreams we've extracted from her. You'd never guess what they might be - not in a million years. But she does love sex, all kinds of sex - more than you ever knew. She confessed everything, in time, after a few bags of my special 'tonic' were emptied into her veins. But when she sees you like this - oh my, Tommy. You might find it interesting that she looked - looked and wished and craved other men so often. And yet, so careful not to let you know. So careful not to complain about your inadequacies."

He shook his head violently, rejecting the lies this velvet-voiced beauty laid out before him. They had to be lies. Penny would never...sweet Penny's thoughts were only about him, her desires only for him, her shy ways were proof of it. Sure, men looked longingly at Penny; sometimes they flirted, and sometimes she even showed a heart-wrenching, passing interest in them. But she was always his. He was so sure of it.

"Oh, you poor thing - I knew it would be difficult to believe. Just as it's difficult for Penny to see you eagerly hump my hand. Should we add some sound to the picture?"

He shuddered as Penny's moan leapt from the speaker next to him. She never blinked, never looked away from him. Her wide, pretty mouth opened, and her little pink tongue darted over her moistened lips. She took a deep breath and moaned again, louder, longer.

"Oh, Tommy, if you could only read her thoughts at this moment. Do you know what kinds of men she obsesses about? The obscene things she wants them to do to her? Far from the likes of you, I'm afraid. But that's why you're both here - to understand Penny's true nature, and yours, as well. Oh, look at her eyes, Tommy. She wants to see if you're faithful. Let's show her."

Angela reached up and thumbed the flow regulator on his IV line, watching the drip increase to double its rate. As she ran her fingers over the tip of his erection, the urge to thrust became unbearable. A minute more, and he was grunting and moaning, begging for relief. Penny stared through the glass, muttering incoherently.

Angela leaned over him, kissing his lips softly, her hand closed tightly around his aching erection. "You want me, don't you, Tommy? You want to fuck me, don't you? You've been staring at my tits, so why don't you play with them?"

Angela released one of his wrists, opened her top, and placed his free hand on her pale, milky breast. In his delirium, he fondled them relentlessly, pulling at her nipples until they rose to hard, scarlet buttons beneath his fingertips.

"They're much better than Penny's aren't they? You want these more than you want hers, don't you? You'd slip your hard little cock inside me, maybe? Feel my pussy milk you until you cum and cum and cum? She says you're weak, Tommy. She says your dick is useless and that you've never made her cum. That's right - she pretends, Tommy. Those little squeals and squeaks she makes? They aren't for you, Tommy. They're despite your clumsy efforts to please her. All while she wishes a real man would fuck her."

He was stunned for a second while her words penetrated him. Was it true? Did Penny pretend to cum with him? Did the little bitch lie to him, over and over and over? Then, so what if he let Angela make him spurt? Maybe he should show Penny what he could do with a woman like Angela, not a shy, innocent 'princess' like Penny. Maybe, he should...

"Of course, we can do a live test to see if Penny might make sounds that could surprise you. What an interesting experiment. Let's move you a bit closer to settle any doubts about this delicate 'princess' you married."

Angela wheeled his table next to the glass wall with his face set in position, fixing his gaze into the adjoining room. Penny stared back at him, still breathing in short gasps, wide-eyed and immersed in her
d r u g - i n d u c e d fantasies. A nearby pulse and heart rate monitor beeped steadily by her table, its droning rhythm leaking eerily through Tommy's speaker.

The man who entered Penny's room was a giant. His naked body rippled with bulky muscles, and he strode easily toward Penny's table with a monstrous erection that bobbed slightly as he walked. He lowered Penny's body into position as he wound a crank at the foot of it. The table tilted toward him, and he moved between her legs until the head of his cock was nestled against the slick lips her pussy. He worked the tip against her exposed sex, pressed its fat, plum-like head just inside her, and then turned to stare through the glass at Tommy. It was an arrogant stare, one that sliced through Tommy's defenses in a split second. It was a stare that made Tommy feel helpless and unworthy as a husband and a man. The giant's organ was immense, so thick that Penny couldn't possibly take it inside her without considerable pain. And then he pressed forward, slowly, easily, until the entire length of it was buried in her belly. Penny moaned like she had never moaned for her husband. It was so loud, so long, with so much newly found satisfaction that it made Tommy shiver with equal amounts of fear and defeat.

"It seems your little princess isn't so little after all. Do you think this is what she's missed while she's been with you, Tommy? Every time you fuck her, could she be secretly pining for the hard, thick cock of a past boyfriend or lover? Oh, how disappointing yours must be to her. But there's still much about your Penny you've yet to discover. Just look at his cock, Tommy. He's quite an a n i m a l, isn't he? Your sweet Penny is trying to tell you just that."

The Giant began to fuck her, slowly at first, then more rapidly with longer, more f o r c e f u l strokes. Her pussy seemed to unfold to him, her vaginal lips sucking at the thick post of flesh that penetrated her. Her pulse rose like a rocket, the machine beeping away through the speaker near Tommy's ear. And then her moans and higher-pitched cries arrived, battering his ear with depraved betrayal.

"Oh, Tommy - I haven't planned to neglect you. Let me help a bit. Quite a sight for Penny, don't you agree? Yesss, goood, some bucking of your hips as I stroke you, your little thing bobbing so desperately in the air. She can see how much you love me, Tommy - how much you need to fuck me, squirming here while your princess watches. Do you think she'll ever forget it, Tommy? Witnessing your flagrant humping and spewing into your tube while you watch her so well-fucked by a raging stud from her favorite fantasies? A double mind-fuck actually - a husband and wife's mutual orgasms as they witness their dual infidelities. Oh my, Tommy - he's almost ready. So much plunging and thrusting inside your pretty wife - and she wants all of it, and more. I'm sure you can see that."

The giant freed Penny from her restraints and turned her on her back. Tommy watched her spread her legs for him. She didn't struggle; in fact, she reached for him with both hands, pulling his immense body closer until his rippling chest rested on her breasts. She no longer cared who watched. How could she have become a willing slut for this uncaring, savage beast? Tommy absent-mindedly dismissed Angela's 'treatments'. Penny was still his wife. His perfect little shy wife. Could she have been this drooling slut all along? Was it that he just wasn't man enough to free it in her?

It was true. Penny's eyes were now locked on her Giant, her mouth open, begging to take his thick tongue inside it to wrestle with hers. He grinned at her, then covered her mouth with his, still pistoning away between her legs. When he paused and broke the kiss, she begged him for more, her slurred, d r u g - l a c e d words assaulting Tommy through the speaker next to him.

"Please...please...fuck me...more...more...more..."

"I think she likes him, Tommy. or maybe it's just the cock she's needed for such a long time. But it's time now - your time together. He's cumming in your Penny, and now she's going to watch you cum too, for me and only me."

Tommy couldn't stop it - he felt the initial contraction in his belly, then saw his feeble emission of watery, pearlescent liquid mechanically rise into his penis-tube. At that same instant, Penny's body convulsed with a massive wave of helpless, freely surrendered release. Tommy shuddered with both fear and rage when he saw the Giant's frothy semen ooze from around Penny's clutching, vaginal lips.

"Oh, Tommy - I knew you'd love this," Angela gushed approvingly. "He's very potent - so much so it's very likely your little Penny will leave here with his baby in her tummy. But that's a good thing - I know how much she wants a c h i l d. He's actually doing you and your pretty little wife a favor.

"You see, my methods are still moderately experimental. The effects of my penile insertion and testicular degradation are proven, but I'm afraid time is the one variable that has proven unpredictable with each subject. By now, you're likely completely sterile. You'd be shocked if you'd see what I found in your last specimen; such carnage evidenced by the savagely decimated bits of slaughtered sperm. The trickle of current that's been coursing through your precious balls? It destroys the part of you that creates viable sperm, as well as any of your remaining weak, struggling wrigglers. But that same trickle of electricity may k i l l off these tiny balls as well, given enough time.

"And the tiny electrodes that now line the inside of your twitching little penis, then much farther up inside you? Well, they do get you nice and hard for me, for now. But in time, those nerves will be weakened, and possibly even destroyed. Your little thing takes quite a bit of a b u s e from the excess stimulation, and there is a limit to how much it can withstand. The ability to orgasm seems to take the brunt of the stimulus, so that tends to be unrecoverable. Eventually, your helpless little thing will lose the ability to become erect, or even feel the fleeting touch of a fingertip. But that takes much longer, so time is of the essence here, Tommy Boy.

"It's a long, unpredictable process, but unless you show a bit more cooperation, you'll be here longer than it takes to completely ruin you as a man. Poor little Penny won't be left with much of a husband then, will she? Balls gone, testosterone gone, dickie all shrunk to nothing, a skinny, hairless boy of a man merely posing as a husband. Do you feel it, Tommy? The current eating away at you, making you Penny's weak little eunuch? Oh yes - she'll be needing men like her Giant - so many men she won't even care who they are. But think how exciting it will be, the entertainment of watching them make her moan and shriek and cum. You'll be her obedient little pet. Maybe you should just say goodbye to your balls, Tommy. They didn't do you much good anyway."

Tommy begged and pleaded to be released, to at least save his manhood, even if he could no longer get Penny pregnant. He promised Angela anything, everything she wanted from him with desperate, incessant begging. It warmed her - these words from this failed man, this incompetent husband of such a deliciously clueless piece of repressed 'girl-flesh'. "Please, oh please - don't ruin me - don't k i l l my balls - please, please, I'll do anything, anything." Oh, there they were, the words she waited for, the words that made her wet and warm and flushed with greedy satisfaction. Yes, he would do anything. In time.

Beautifully written. Very original plot & characters. And quite a few unexpected surprises!

A complete tour de f o r c e. Bravo, Don!! More please!!!!

Thanks, guys. Glad you're enjoying it.

Don

-6-

Tommy and Penny drifted in and out of s l e e p brought on by Angela's regularly timed program. Neither knew what the clusters of IV bags hanging from the steel trees near their tables contained. All were programmed to deliver precise quantities of their fluids into Tommy's and Penny's bodies through micro-valves at predetermined intervals - one for sexual excitation, one to inhibit mental resistance, and a third to induce a deep s l e e p and chemical recuperation between sessions. The couple lost all track of time - s l e e ping, watching each respond to the other's shocking libidinous responses, heaving and shuddering through the resulting orgasms, then s l e e ping again until the pattern repeated. Had hours, days, or weeks passed during their ordeal? Neither had the slightest notion of the passage of time.

Tommy's agony wore on while watching the heavily muscled giant bring Penny to orgasm with his perpetually rigid cock. Gradually, through the haze of chemicals that raced through his body, he found the numb contractions within his belly welcoming, his timed release enhanced by the desecration of his pretty wife's body. He began to fantasize about it upon waking - Penny's petite, perfectly sculpted body taking every inch of the monster's cock so easily inside her. She had welcomed it, her legs and arms clasped about his wide back, her hips pumping into him - and that look on her face, a blissful smile with eyes fluttering as he fucked her.

As sessions continued, she began to kiss him, so deeply, ravaging his mouth with her tongue. And then, when the current was raised just enough to trigger it, Tommy would cum in a violent, prolonged spasm at the exact instant the giant took her mouth and her cunt. His orgasm was ignited precisely as Penny kissed her Giant like the lover she never had. Tommy's body would stiffen, his hips would rise in a prolonged spasm, but there was no physical reward, no pleasure at all. Angela's tubing simply sucked the ejaculate from deep within him as though he was being rhythmically deflated. Tommy thrust and spurted into his penile-tube, and saw it carried away by Angela's relentless machine. He groaned with h u m i l i a t i o n and surrender, the sticky release a disappointing finale of his shameful response to Penny's grasping, clawing infidelity.

In time, Tommy became aware of the subtle changes in Penny's body, changes only a husband might notice. At first, he wondered if it had been the stark, white lighting in her room, or maybe her excited state. He told himself that the giant's fuck sessions excited Penny like he never had. Her body seemed to beg for sex, even when the giant wasn't present. He couldn't have known that the physical changes were Angela's handiwork, that she had perfected her techniques after years of medical training and practice.

Angela had gradually enlarged Penny's inner and outer labia with carefully calculated, precise injections. The former hidden inner folds of flesh had become fluted wings that extended outward and yawned open like engorged, fleshy petals. Angela had carefully peeled away and removed Penny's clitoral hood, permanently exposing the full outer length like a small, protruding finger. Then, a slow, careful injection of silicone inflated the clitoral body to twice its normally excited size. Angela smiled as she admired the result. Penny's natural clit had been larger and more sensitive than she had anticipated; seeing it outrageously enlarged after her handiwork sent a sudden burst of pride through Angela.

Putting Penny's sex on display as a sign of what she was becoming was essential. Angela inserted a narrow supporting layer of paper-thin, rubbery prosthetic beneath the length of Penny's clitoris, elevating and extending it outward beyond its natural relaxed position. Tiny electrodes embedded along the length of the prosthetic could be activated in any of the predetermined sequences Angela had programmed, exciting the delicate stalk of flesh in ways that took Penny to new heights of delirious depravity. Her new clit became a miniature penis, the entire length thrust outward between the enlarged labia. "Oh, how Penny would appreciate it, and how her men would love the sight of it," Angela mused, as she examined the result - so exposed, so sensitive, so inviting.

The additional changes were more discreet: accentuating her cheekbones slightly and increasing the fullness of her lips with expert injections; giving her a permanent wide-eyed look by tucking the eyelids just a bit; and a tweak to the nose for a smaller, more delicate appearance. None of the changes made her appearance too doll-like, but they were enough to elevate the "pretty wife" image to one of immediate, seductive allure. For good measure, Angela had inserted implants that increased the volume of Penny's firm, round breasts by a carefully calculated eighty-two percent. Men would stare and hunger for her breasts as they never had before. She wouldn't be able to hide her new top-heavy appearance, even under her usual blouses and sweaters - that was certain. Angela knew the physical changes would push Penny's appearance over the border between "sexy" and "slutty", and that would suit her plans perfectly for the couple. A long line of men would be waiting to fuck Penny, and her emasculated husband would be left with only t o r t u r e d envy and desire for her new body.

The remainder of Penny's physical changes were those induced genetically, permanently, by Angela's stem cell research. Penny would carry those modifications with her for the rest of her life. Each infusion targeted a specific body part: Angela had learned how to sculpt her subjects piece by piece until her ultimate vision was achieved. She would recreate Penny as an entity whose luscious appearance would t o r t u r e Tommy, and one no other man could resist.

Penny's body's new metabolism would burn fat three times faster than before and would direct energy to enhance muscle growth. Finely controlled doses of estrogens would mediate the changes, giving her the graceful curves of a slim, firm, feminine athlete. Additional benefits would give her skin a luscious, velvety glow, and halt the growth of body hair. Over time, Penny's breasts would grow a bit more, sitting atop her chest as two firm mounds of inviting flesh, and she would grow an extra inch or two in height to better attract attention from her new men. Angela had used the same procedure on herself long ago, and knew from experience that Penny would have access to more cock than she ever imagined. Angela knew men, inside and out, and exactly what they wanted in a woman. She grew to have little respect or patience for them over time though, and she prided herself on her ability to strip away their precious, overbearing masculinity. Subjects like Penny were rare though. This was an opportunity to remake her in Angela's image, a succulent doppelganger that aroused Angela's appetite for Penny's newly evolved body, as her pet, and in her bed.

Angela spared Penny much of Tommy's mental agony. Seeing her husband's erection as he watched her Giant fuck her became a kind of blissful relief. It was a sign - that he finally recognized her long-neglected needs and that he was glad she had found satiation when filled with the Giant's cock. Watching Tommy's erection was also a confirmation that her needs had never been met - his meager, thin stalk of flesh a weakness, a s u b m i s s i o n, a confession of his inadequacies compared to the thick snake of meat now pistoning inside her. Her epiphany was a mix of disappointment, pity, and anger at herself for her past resignation to a life with such a pathetic lover. "He's almost not even a man," she told herself, "at least not the kind of man I'd ever want in bed."

Those hours when the room went dark and Penny slept, Angela's 'medications', and her soft-but-firm direction through the speaker at Penny's bedside brought dreams of sexual gratification from men who groped and handled Penny's body like she was a helpless doll. Her pleasure centers were alive with s u b m i s s i o n to them. These weren't men like Tommy. These men took her f o r c e f u l l y, and she felt joy in letting them have her. Their large, strong hands hurt her now and then, but that became a trigger that opened her legs and made her pussy gush. After each of the men used her body in every imaginable way, they praised her. They fell to their knees and worshiped her. The semen that flowed from her was their precious gift, their heavily muscled bodies instruments of unlimited potency. She knew the marks they left on her, the aches that remained over her naked body, were all merely a prelude to the new life they would leave inside her - the new life she so desperately craved.

Her hopes and dreams when they were married, those of Tommy as a potent, sexual being, faded. The Voice that accompanied her in her s l e e p assured her Tommy had never made her cum - not really - not like these men in her dreams had. But along with her frustration and disappointment, she began to feel a certain pity for him, a man so sweet, so caring, so devoted, but not much of a man between his legs. She had watched his feeble spurts of semen through the glass as Angala attended to him. They were barely spurts at all - more like watery, intermittent emissions through the tube at the end of his jerking little thing. The Voice assured her he would never be a man who could give her a baby with his dribbles. He wasn't a man who could 'take' her like her 'dream-men' had, nor could he make her cum like her Giant. The Voice convinced her Tommy was barely a man at all. Just a sweet, giving companion. But would that be enough, now that she had her Giant?

So it went, session after session, until 'husband' had a completely different meaning to Penny. And 'wife' made Tommy's dick twitch as new, strange, arousing ideas filled his head: his petite wife's soft skin bared and displayed, bringing this powerful stranger's cock to life with astonishing size and tumescence, her straining body offered to her Giant so urgently, her vaginal opening so accommodating for a raging cock that put his to shame, and finally, the beauty of her orgasms given up so freely to a man Tommy now truly believed she deserved.

And all the while, Angela looked on, proud of her handiwork. How their bodies responded now! Humping and cumming, not for each other, but for what they were each becoming. They would be broken, but they would be hers, to play with, to enjoy, and to please so many others for a very high price.

Angela had no sympathy for little men like Tommy, a man so careless he would risk losing everything, even his deliciously adorable wife, for such a small sum. What Penny had seen in him on their wedding day was a mystery to Angela. Was she aware of the embarrassment he carried between his legs? Had she seen it, handled it, tasted it? How disappointing their wedding night must have been when he put the meager thing inside her. But it was Penny's fault as well. She hadn't told him, hadn't complained. She pretended, like the good girl she was. Little moans were her lies, and after, cuddles and kisses, for what? A few minutes of his frantic humping and a final dribble of thin, syrupy cum that leaked onto the fresh bed sheets? Well, all that would end now. Angela was equally talented at shining a light on what a shy wife like Penny was missing. It made Angela almost as wet as breaking Penny's useless, pathetic husband. Together, the couple would pay, and their freakish marriage would be a thing of beauty to Angela. But there was more work to do.

-7-

"Penny will thank me for this. And she'll thank you as well."

Tommy had opened his eyes after another dark s l e e p to see Angela stripped to her waist beside him. She had removed his mouth tube and lowered her magnificent breasts close to his face. How wonderfully full and firm they were - not like Penny's tastefully pert breasts at all. His erection throbbed when she put a dark nipple against his lips. His mouth opened and sucked instinctively. How he loved the touch of velvety breast meat against his face!

"Ahhh, I knew you would take to this, just like a baby. And you are, in a way. So dependant on me for your care. So willing to please me, not only to save your manhood, but to worship my body as well. And, I know what you're thinking - would you give up Penny's body for mine? Give up touching her, kissing her, fucking her, to do the same to me instead? I think that tiny stick of what's left of your masculinity is answering for you. Mmmm, I do so love that. But I need to hear it too. Tell me, Tommy. Tell me you want my body instead of hers. Tell me you love me, not Penny."

Penny had just awakened as well, but her body still shivered with the memory of the Giant's cock and the shockingly intense orgasm it had given her. Her eyes were fixed on Tommy's throbbing cock as he suckled Angela's breast. How fragile and boylike his penis seemed to Penny now - only half the width of her Giant's, and inches shorter, with a round, pink little head that drooled into the clear plastic tube that sprouted from it. Penny had never seen his balls isolated like that, trussed upward into tight little wads like two puffy, swollen beans. Penny's eyes widened a bit when she noticed the brief pulses, a kind of dance that flowed through them, alternating one after the other. He didn't seem to be in pain, so what was the purpose of it? Still, it would serve him right, she thought, sucking that woman's nipple as though he wanted to do more to her - much more. If it hurt him a little, maybe he'd stop. Maybe he'd remember his wife is watching his little thing jerk while he's doing it.

Angela backed away from him, ran the tips of her fingers lightly over the head of his cock, and asked, "You are going to tell me, aren't you, Tommy? That you'd give your delicate wife's body to that big-cocked man if only you could have mine just once - if only you could worm your desperate, throbbing thing inside me and feel my pussy milk the cum out of you? You don't want her - you want me, don't you, Tommy?"

Penny's mouth fell open at the suggestion of his betrayal. She shook her head violently, hoping Tommy might see, hoping she could convince him to refuse. The small speaker at the side of her table continued its bleak, droning hum, ready to report an answer she didn't want to hear. Suddenly, it occurred to her that if she was asked the give up Tommy's dick for her giant's astonishing cock, she wasn't certain how she herself would answer. It was so confusing it made her head hurt.

At that moment, she heard his groan over the speaker. He was cumming, spurting, raising his hips off the table as though he might be imagining Angela had taken him in her grasping pussy and was milking him dry. Tommy's
t o r t u r e d mind erased everything except the need for the release. Angela was now his world, his only desire - her piercing eyes and wide smile so promising, the sudden thick, silky bundle of ebony hair across his chest as she leaned against him, her creamy breasts and expert fingers dancing over his pleading erection.

"Oh fuuuuk - oh God - yes - I want you instead of her. I want to fuck you and cum in you. P-please let me feel it this time - please? I want to, I wish I could...but...I...can't..."

Angela lowered her lips to his ear, whispering as the tube sucked away the meager remains of his purely mechanical emission. There was no pleasure in it - only the sensation of her machine emptying him, then the unrelenting frustration and betrayal of his body's failed promise.

"Ohhhh, Tommy. You still fail to understand. Now you know her building frustration, her disappointment with you as a lover. Your sweet, prim and proper Penny never had a single orgasm with you. And she craved one so often. It wasn't long before she dreaded having sex with you. Now she'll witness the complete absence of masculinity she might have seen in you on your wedding day. That part of you is gone, forever. I can't 'let' you feel it. I can't give it back, Tommy. Oh, you may try, if she ever gives you an opportunity to put your little thing in her again. You may ooze the remaining useless liquids that accumulate in your belly, but it will end with a few urgent, numb spasms. The painful truth is, Tommy, Penny won't miss a second of your clumsy failures in bed. She simply won't care that you're now an impotent, sterile companion.

"But in her dreams, Tommy - oh, if you only knew how often those filthy dreams invaded her, day and night. Dreams of men like her Giant, prying their way inside her, slamming her with the kind of power and confidence you never had. Of course she never told you, Tommy boy - that she wanted to be taken and fucked hard by real men - that you disappointed her every time you slipped inside her and humped away for your own selfish needs. You never noticed. Did you ever ask?"

Tommy's orgasm had promised so much more than it delivered. The urgent sensation that arose in his belly subsided without a delicious finish, completely deadened by the penis tube that had stolen every bit of sensation and semen from him. What remained was the continuing, urgent compulsion to satisfy Angela - the slavish need to please her, to agree with anything and everything she wanted from him. She was still there, so close to his face, her eyes gazing into his with a predator's hunger now satiated. Yes - she was beautiful, so otherworldly beautiful. Maybe she would care for him, m o t h e r him like her c h i l d. Keep him safe. Love him. Such an unbelievable beauty.

Angela backed away, giving his erection one last squeeze. Amgela's inserted stim bundle still kept him painfully hard. He shivered with fear and defeat, then looked through the glass again where a naked, bound Penny lay with her head to the side, staring back at him. Her body was lifeless, her eyes dull and fixed on Tommy's naked, weakened body.

The culmination of his betrayal hit him in an instant. Every second of it. What he had said. How his hips had lunged under Angela's loving gaze. How he had wanted her in ways that would sacrifice his marriage and his pretty young wife. Through his shame and regret, the relentless twinge of current pulsed through his balls, constantly reminding him of Angela's promise of his emasculation should he disobey her.

Penny's anger at his betrayal had risen like never before as she watched him respond to Angela's perverted seduction. Tommy's words shocked her, ravaged her heart, then, for some strange reason, no longer mattered. There was a point where what should have been jealousy and pain made her belly flutter with an emptiness, a reminder of the giant's cock withdrawing, how it abandoned her hungry pussy. Connections within her brain were suddenly broken and rearranged. Something 'wifey' became a dark, lingering desire to reject that 'wifey' thing. All her anger turned inward - a simmering regret that she hadn't told him, that she hadn't complained that he couldn't fuck her the way she needed to be fucked. His was the first and only penis she had taken inside her - how could she have known its narrow girth and tiny head would never satisfy her? How could she have kept her filthy dreams a secret from him? That she needed to be won and taken, fucked so b r u t a l l y and completely consumed by a potent, raging bull of a man?

Tommy could see that she was changing. There wasn't a hint of anger on her face - only her dull, lifeless eyes staring into the bright, white room where he lay strapped to the table, his belly heaving after Angela's f o r c e d harvest of his semen. Then he saw the slow closing of her eyes and the faint smile that grew over her pretty face. Tommy shuddered when her legs fell open and the giant's river of cum was expelled in a brief, thick froth that oozed downward into the crack of her ass. Then, her soft, barely detectable words, delivered to him through the tiny speaker.

"He was sooo good - sooo good. He fucked me, Tommy - so much better than you ever have. I know what a real orgasm is now. Make him come back, Tommy. Tell the giant man to come back and fuck me again. Make him put it in me again. I'll be a new kind of wife if you do. Your dirty little slut wife. Fucking all those men while you watch - watch and jerk off. That's what I dream about - giant men fucking me, making you watch, letting you know - you can't do it yourself - not even once. You know you can't, Tommy. You know you never will. Oh God! I want him back again, his fucking huge cock in me, to make me cum and cum and cum...

And, as he listened to his pretty wife go on and on, the current continued to pulse through his balls, making them swell slowly as it decimated the cells that created the last bit of living sperm he would ever produce. But that had slipped his mind. Now he stared longingly at his wife, naked and strapped to the table in the next room, a room where Angela's giant had changed her. He had never known her like this - the sinister smile on her face as she berated him, the language she used - even her petite body seemed to scream for sex, the kind he knew was impossible for him to give her.

"Maybe you need to show her again, Tommy." Angela's face was there again, inches from his, her voice an irresistible purr in his ear. "We can do that, Tommy. You and me together. A little adjustment on the controller, and...there, it's dancing with little spasms again already - rising and bobbing, straining to achieve new levels of engorgement. It's not much to look at, but I do have to confess, I love making it perform for me like this. Do you love it too, Tommy? Tell me that you do."

He could see his penis rise and feel it harden to near bursting at Angela's command. There was almost no feeling, but there it was, hard and pulsing for her. And she was praising him for it. Such welcome, luscious praise, surroundeding him in a soft blanket of acceptance. Then her fingers, trailing over the inflated little head where he leaked for her, squeezing lightly, again and again, until his hips rose off the table in a sudden spasm. Such a tiny squirt this time, barely more than a few distorted droplets lurching upward into his penis-tube. When he turned his head, he found Penny was watching, her stare no longer empty, her eyes full of fascination. What had changed in her? And when? How?

"Now, we can do this as many times as it takes, Tommy," Angela whispered again. In seconds another empty orgasm hit him. His body trembled, and his hips jumped repeatedly off the table, but there was no reward from it. No ejaculation. None at all.

"It was my finest hour, Tommy. back then, in the lab, after so many trials with all kinds of creatures. The rats were easy, but the chimps? Yes, those horny little fuckers - they took some time before I perfected it. And you know? That first man who was the subject of my new magic? Ohhh, he was so much like my chimps. Orgasm after orgasm, they all responded the same way - for a while. But there were so many - so many that today I tend to lose count. And eventually, none of them could come at all. Oh, I could get them erect, and I could excite them, but the days of their orgasms had gone for good. It's something about the process - those nerves there in your belly that lead to your spine and deliver the final message to push you over the edge - it just burns them out after a while. After a brief time, they usually recover. But with repeated exposure to this level of current, that one last twitching surge robs you of the ability to come, forever. Think of it, Tommy. No more orgasms. Possibly, no more hardons. Just the urge to fuck your sweet little wife. And we're so close to that, Tommy. Maybe another time or two, I estimate. Like this..."

Another paralyzing spasm surged through him. There was no pleasure from it, only his body's jerking response until it vanished in seconds. "Look at her, Tommy. You see, I've told her all about my research as well. I've promised her I can relieve her frustration. She's thinking you'll never 'bother' her again, never beg for sex, never disappoint her in bed. She's thinking since your 'man-parts" won't respond like a man's should, she'll have a legitimate reason to use men like her Giant to satisfy her. She will want to be fucked, Tommy - in fact, she'll be obsessed with thoughts of it, t o r t u r e d by the emptiness of her pussy when she can't find one big enough to fill it. Look between her legs, Tommy. She's wet for the destruction of your genitals, the end of her duty to endure your feeble lovemaking. Now, I'm not sure if this final time will be permanent - maybe it will take two, or three more - but maybe only one."

The speaker by his table buzzed with noise. He could hear Penny moaning as she humped the table for relief. But she was still staring through the glass wall at him, still smiling.

"Penny, I know you've heard what I've just explained to your husband. And, I know you're in heat for your next fucking. But as you watch, can you imagine the next surge of current finishing him? Make his dick completely useless? There are so many giants out there, Penny - so many who want to put their monstrous, reliable cocks in you. Should I flip the switch one more time, Penny? It's your decision. Your husband's genitals for the sex life you've always dreamed of?"

"Pleeease - do it, do it, do it...give me what I need. I - I can't - go without - this - kind of cock anymore. I want sex. More sex. Now I know - how fucking good it can be. He can't do it. He never could. Do whatever you want with him - and then bring me my Giant."

to be continued...

-8-

And so it continued, day after day, the visits from Angela, then the blackouts. The IV bags were replenished daily, delivering the d r u g s that kept Penny's cravings at their height, and slowly dissolved Tommy's confidence that he might ever satisfy her. Penny's aggressiveness grew as Tommy's pain and jealousy faded to numb curiosity while he watched his wife fucked into oblivion. Angela was delighted at the once devoted couple's progress.

Penny's craving for cock made her insensitive to the gradual abandonment of her husband. She begged for her Giant and his cock daily, and Tommy was f o r c e d to watch, his head turned to the side and bound, facing the glass wall that separated them. The small speaker beside his table delivered Penny's gasps and moans as the giant took her, mounting her like a raging a n i m a l. Her orgasms grew in intensity, then in number - the second or third no less overwhelming than the first. She embraced him. She wanted his mouth on hers, and needed the bulk of his body between her legs. Tommy watched the giant become her demon lover, a bull of a man who showed her what real fucking was. And then after, always the vacant stare at Tommy with her sly smile that told him, "This is what a real man does to your wife. This is what you could never do to me, what you never will. You were never the fuck I needed."

Tommy found comfort as the d r u g s dissolved his resistance. They kept his erection harder than it had ever been, lasting through hours of Penny's s u b m i s s i o n to the giant. What remained was the beauty, then the adoration of her petite, eager body as it shuddered and convulsed through her orgasms. Penny became an effigy of feminine sexuality, her body an object of unrelenting desire to the men who could win it. His love for her remained, but was held by a mere thread - at least the kind of love he had known not long ago. Now it had become a love contaminated with new urges - urges to see her satisfied by men equipped to do what he had been unable to offer. Urges to watch her delicious body twist and writhe with orgasms like he had never witnessed.

Of course, there was the neverending pulsing the wires delivered to his balls. Not pain, really, but more a promise that his very manhood would be taken from him if he failed Angela's intentions. Sterility was one thing - more deserving men might get Penny pregnant if that's what it took to make her happy. But terror filled him when he imagined his life as a eunuch, a non-male-non-female 'thing' that would be more of a pet than a husband to Penny. Each hour, each minute, the current flowed through his weakened balls brought him closer to his nightmare. Was he still a man? Even Angela seemed uncertain about the time the current might take to k i l l his balls completely. The underlying terror ate away his resistance as he watched Penny welcome the giant's immense cock as though it was her only reason for living. He began to wait eagerly for it while awake, and dream about her s u b m i s s i o n to her new lover while he slept. Her vulnerable body, so perfect, so warm and welcoming, such a delight to see as she orgasmed with her giant's cock buried in her. He waited for it. Then he wanted it. Then he found joy in it. A new Penny. The Penny she had never been for him. Penny the beautiful, sexy whore.

"What would you give to be free again?" Angela asked him one day. "Free to go home with your pretty wife. Free to live your life again, but in a slightly different way. A way where your needs are met and your debt to me is paid down, not with money, but with your profound loyalty to me. The entertainment arm of my company hosts a kind of 'performance theater' for a select clientele. A loving, married couple like Penny and you might enjoy a bit of exhibitionism now and then. I know you love showing her off, and the more of her the better. Her body would be an instant sensation for those who enjoy a wife's sudden sexual awakening as her angst-filled husband discovers his own willing s u b m i s s i o n to it - much as you have, my sweet boy. Your quivering little hardons while she's fucked senseless have been those of your own making for a while now. That's right - no help from my contribution at all."

Angela's offer rejuvenated Tommy. It meant he wasn't ruined - he could get hard - so raging hard watching the Giant fuck Penny. Watching Penny's endless greed for her Giant's cock. Yes, Tommy's penis was insignificant compared to the Giant's, but maybe he could still find some pleasure from fucking her again. Maybe his sex life wasn't over. Maybe Penny would still let him inside her again. Maybe. Maybe...

"You'd - do that? Let us go?" Tommy asked hopefully. "I'd do what you want, pay you back any way you want. Just tell me what to do."

"I've told you, Tommy. You'll 'perform' for me. You and your pretty little wife. She's already consented, eagerly. Of course, the Giant's cock was in her at the time. But she's a new woman, Tommy. You'll see. Oh, there's still that pretentious innocence lingering on the surface. It attracts men who look for it and know how to peel it away to get to her sweltering core. You've always known that, haven't you, Tommy? All those men who can't wait to feast on what's underneath? The way your friends look at her, fantasize about her cum-face when she might open her legs for them? There was always a bit of whore in her, and you saw it and liked it, Tommy. Now you'll be able to live out your repressed, filthy fantasies, Tommy. And Penny will as well. All those pent-up needs for all those years - years her husband couldn't even make her cum - not even once. Because her secret dreams are a steaming, festering swamp of perversions you could never have imagined. She's always been a whore, Tommy. You were just never man enough to free it."

The whirr of the curtain between his room and Penny's drew his attention. As it was swept aside, she eased carefully off the table, put her arms in the air, and stretched, ignoring the glass wall, and both Tommy and Angela. There was something new about her - a feline presence that filled Tommy with awe. And then, the physical changes - larger, fuller breasts, wide, penetrating eyes above sharp cheekbones and hollowed cheeks, and between her legs the inner and outer labia opened in a permanent yawn to flaunt a lengthened, turgid clitoris that rose proudly like a thick, wet finger.

"You've - you've changed her," Tommy gasped.

"I told you I had," Angela answered with a sly smile.

"B-but, her body too? You did this to my wife's body? And she agreed?"

"Oh, she was far from having any say in the matter at the time. But her 'attitude' changed over time. Her sexual psyche was more plastic than most. In the end, I found she merely wanted to be pursued, to be fucked, and to wallow in endless pleasure, an inevitable result of those orgasms she was deprived of as your wife. She considers the changes a welcome gift now. Look at her, preening in the mirror. She knows, Tommy. She's certain she can get all the cock she needs. And she's so eager to go out and find it."

Tommy stared as Penny lifted her breasts with both hands, then turned slowly before the mirror. Her eyes narrowed, then widened again, like a cat happily anticipating its next meal. Her sly smile haunted him - the smile that was now frozen on her new face.

"Should you doubt the effect she'll have on men now, look down at your own throbbing erection, Tommy. You can't resist her, can you? Even as you're drowning in fear and confusion, you want to fuck her, and would if I'd let you - or if she would let you. Yes, she's still your sweet little wife, and I'm sure you still love her as you always have, but now - now she's a little less 'sweet wife' and much more a proud 'whore'. You can't resist allowing your eyes to wander over her new body; she's more of an 'object' to you now, an object of your most lust-filled dreams, one you'll learn to share with the world. How lucky you are, Tommy. Your wife is a goddess."

He recognized the urges, the automatic response to the staggeringly inviting vision before him. And she was a vision - a body that exceeded its former perfection, an object that brought him to his peak of sexual response.

His hips rose off the table when Angela's fingers caressed him there, stroking him, feathering the head of his dick with her fingertips. He raged with need as he imagined his dick thrusting inside Penny's perfect body. But after a time, it was clear that his orgasm would elude him.

"Oh, my dear boy - such suffering. But my efforts have succeeded. Yes, I see your erections may return, but the nerves that provide you the final release are gone, unfortunate victims of my purposeful instruments. Your frustration serves a purpose now, Tommy. It will drive you to do many things for me, and that will never end.

-9-

It's a night like many others. The audience is a mix of five wealthy couples, all individuals with a thirst for the kind of perversity they know awaits them. None exchange greetings as they fill the small theatre; it isn't a social event. It is, in fact, a gathering of masked strangers who can afford the steep entry fee. The attire is that of mega-corporate CEOs, oligarchs, and their consorts - men dressed in Armani and Brioni, women in mouth-watering Cult Gaia and Versace. The couples enter silently as if in a place of worship, the thick carpeting and dark-paneled walls hushing the slightest hint of their footsteps.

Five box-like private carrols line the edge of the stage. The front of each is open to provide a clear view; the sides and tops are blocked and insulated from their neighbors. The small, luxuriously appointed cubicles are each numbered and furnished with padded, double bed-like recliners. Each couple enters the carrol indicated on the slip of paper handed to them as they enter. When the ten settle in, a couple to each carrol, the lights dim, sending everything into complete darkness.

A single overhead spotlight comes to life over the stage, and Angela steps into view through an opening in the scarlet curtain. She pauses there, taking time to scan her audience slowly from left to right. It's far from a means of acknowledgment or attempt to recognize them - Angela knows their identities by their methods of payment for their attendance. She wants to be certain each of them locks eyes on her, to be certain each one of them feels her presence, her dominance, her absolute control over the proceedings, and her audience.

Angela towers over her audience in black, stiletto, thigh-high boots that glisten in the spotlight. Fitted, black leather encases her waspish figure from crotch to tits. She wants them to think of her breasts as "tits", the crude word registering in their minds as the basest form of femininity. She knows they would stare at the firm, milky crescents of trussed flesh exposed above the body-hugging leather. It warms her when her large nipples strain against the soft, yielding material, flaunting their outline in perfect detail for all to admire. Yes, these men want her, and the women who don't, want to be her.

The very air in the room is thick with an unseen essence - that of a statuesque queen carefully appraising her transfixed subjects. And she could have been a queen, had the Rennasiance existed that day. The sharply defined, elegant lines of her nose and mouth, the pale, silky skin captured within the black gleaming surfaces that hugged her body, and the tresses of waist-length, ebony hair bound into a single ponytail that swayed in long waves as she walked, all keep her audience in awe as she inspects them with a solemn glare.

The men and women gazing upon her aren't merely clients or customers; they're fleshy subjects, to be studied, and possibly used for her next mind-decimating exploration. The faces peering up at her from the shadows of their private little dens, so secure in their arrogance, never suspect they might be the next subjects strapped to her table with her cocktail pouring into their helpless bodies, their cocks and cunts twitching and drooling at her command.

Tiny, hidden cameras record the activity within each carrol. Inside their recliners, sensors record body weights, heart rates and respiration, and eventually sample minute quantities of serotonin, dopamine, and noradrenalin expressed via exhalation and perspiration. In the coming days, Angela would study each body's response and compile a related profile for potential future subjects. But tonight, as she senses each couple's entrancement, their minds are what she hungers most for - stripping their decency and pride away like flayed skin. Imagining their eyes growing dull while their cocks and pussies seep and dance to the velvet tones of her voice makes her wet there as she studies them. All of them had come at her calling. Any of them would be hers if she wished.

"What does it take for an innocent, loving couple to descend to a level of depravity that would have formerly shocked and sickened them? Mutual distrust? Neglect? Frustration? Open betrayal? But the word was depravity, wasn't it? Our innocent couple here tonight could never fall to that on their own. Ahhh - but burdened with hopeless indebtedness - that's a thing that tears at the fabric of a relationship, even a loving one. The carelessness. The blame. The arguing and accusations. Now, one foolish mistake has incriminated both. And payment is owed."

The curtain behind Angela opens to reveal a young woman in the arms of a giant brute. They're both naked. He faces the audience with her beautiful body draped over his immense biceps, held in mid-air as though she's weightless. Below her, his outrageously huge erection juts outward and upward like a hardened, pulsing weapon.

To their side, the woman's meek, slim husband stands by, watching helplessly. His meager, erect penis is put to shame by the giant's proud organ. Thin, connecting leather collars circle the husband's penis and scrotum, forming a kind of harness that keeps him erect and throbbing. Bisecting the collar about his testicles, a narrow cord separates his balls and displays every detail of their individual size and shape beneath the hairless scrotum, stretched to its limit. The collar circling his penis tightens when he's hard, pulling his balls upward and outward, two tight bundles extended forward as a helpless, fragile sacrifice. They're purplish and swollen, signs that he may be saved from being gelded only by the amount of time his manhood remains captive, and the tension on fragile glands' attachments as they're trussed and displayed as a sign of his vulnerable surrender. There's a long leash attached that trails between his legs. His bowed head and slumped shoulders are that of a servant's s u b m i s s i o n. A tear forms and, little by little, finds its way down Tommy's cheek. Not a single whisper is heard from the audience.

"A husband's debt becomes his wife's as well, and the debt is paid with their pride, and the sanctity of their marriage. She pays with her body, and her lusty betrayal. He pays with the loss of his masculinity, surrendering her flesh to his creditor. But his payment is also the witnessing of his wife's erotic awakening, and her shocking
s u b m i s s i o n to a more worthy mate. It's a payment without end - a marriage haunted by unspoken truths and needs - a marriage defined by frustrated craving and h u m i l i a t i o n."

The giant lowers Penny to her feet. Her perfect body trembles when she faces him, gazing upward into his eyes. He turns her to face Tommy, places his huge hands under her thighs, and lifts her, parting her legs to display her sex to the breathless audience. Her body seems so tiny, so fragile, raised upon a seat formed by the giant's immense hands and forearms.

"Here! Now!" the giant orders. A naked, defenseless Tommy approaches and kneels before them. He's shamed by his thin, twitching penis as he watches his exquisite Penny lifted in the air and supported just above the giant's massive weapon. He feels so insignificant, so emasculated as he gazes up into his wife's sex, her clit stunningly turgid, her opening yawning and wet. The tip of the giant's cock is inches away from it, oozing pre-cum in regular pulses. Then it touches her there, the raging head paused at her entrance.

"Do it! Take it in your hand. Feel its imposing presence - then put it in her!" the giant orders again.

Tommy hesitates. He fears what is about to take place, and yet, much of who and what he was has been stripped away by Angela's conditioning. Obeying comes more easily for him now. He reaches for the giant's cock, wraps his hand around it, gently at first, then grips it firmly, feeling the hot, pounding pulse within it. He knows Penny wants it. A tear forms as he admits she deserves it. Still, the overpowering sight and weight of it strikes an agonizing blow to his heart. He looks down at his erection as it twitches with feeble spasms and oozes a tiny droplet of precum. In an instant, his "smallness" becomes real; his masculinity, his worth as a husband and a man - all fade away, just as Angela had promised. He's paralyzed, struggling on the edge of giving up, giving in, yet too u n w i l l i n g to confess his abandonment of his sweet Penny by agreeing to guide the head of the giant's cock inside her.

Angela strolls across the stage, bends to take the loose end of his leash in her hand, and raises it until he feels a dull ache rise into his groin. She increases the tension of the leather strap, drawing his balls backward between his legs until the pain overwhelms him. He groans, and the audience's hush erupts in fervent whispers of excitement. He should resist. He should fight against the pain and h u m i l i a t i o n. But there's no fight left in him. He circles the giant's immense cock with both hands and pushes the purple head into his wife. The giant thrusts, Tommy takes his hand away quickly, and Penny moans as the entirety of the giant's cock disappears inside her in a single, slow continuous thrust.

Tommy squats there and watches his wife welcome the huge cock time after time as it plunges up into her belly. The giant's huge hands clasp her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, stretching her wider. Tommy sees the thick root of the giant's cock enter her and stop after it completely impales her. It's impossibly huge at the base, but Penny takes it as though she could take much more.

Tommy squats below them and cries as the giant fucks her. Why would she ever want him again? His frail body and useless little dick. It crushes him, and yet he's harder than he's ever been. He can hear the audience snickering at his pathetic erection. He can feel their amusement as he helps the giant service his wife. There's no pity there as they watch. Only glee and excitement and frantic masturbation and fucking. But it's his Penny. His beautiful Penny - her ass and tits and pussy such enthralling perfection.

"Stroke me! Show us you want me to breed her! Now!" the giant grunts. He pulls halfway out of Penny, stops there, and waits for Tommy's compliance. Again, Tommy feels the ache of his imprisoned balls become a searing pain that tests their very attachment to his body. No longer hesitating, Tommy clasps both hands about the giant's cock and pumps. He's screaming inside - boiling with both terror and arousal at the sight of his Penny's sex stretched wide by the giant's thick, veiny organ. He wants to stop more than anything - to release the huge cock before it explodes inside his sweet Penny's belly. And yet, he's mystified, h y p n o t i z e d, and entranced by the sight of her drenched opening, her swollen labia, and her outrageously extended clit that seems to reach out to him, begging, pleading, ordering him to continue. And so he obeys, as though it's a perverse wet dream.

Tommy knows the moment it happens. He feels the repeated pulses surging within the giant's cock, then the column of semen racing upward beneath his hands as he pumps. He hears the giant groan, senses the thrusting of his hips, and imagines the f o r c e of his thick, potent semen jetting against the walls of Penny's clasping pussy.

The final indignation of Tommy's harness is the long, rubbery anal probe attached that Angela had inserted as she fitted him with the appliance. Fixed along its length, two firm, grasping petals rise from the probe's surface and cradle Tommy's prostate. Threadlike connections run from the surface of the petals, through the shaft and leash, terminating in the leash's handle. As the giant jets his seed into Tommy's wife, Angela presses a small button on the leash's handle, sending pulses of current directly to Tommy's prostate. He may have been made sterile and unable to orgasm by days of Angela's 'experiments', but his bulging prostate continued to fill with the useless fluids his body still produced.

Angela presses the button the instant the giant spews into Tommy's wife. Tommy feels the contractions hit him, deep in his belly. As the contractions continue, he spurts a weak, thin, stream of fluids onto the floor of the stage. There's no hint of a climax, no pleasure at all in it for him, only surprise and h u m i l i a t i o n. The Giant's spews go on and on, while Angela matches the timing of his eruptions to Tommy's futile, helpless emissions. He's sick with embarrassment, shaken by his failure to stop the dribbling strings of semen that leak from him. Finally, panic ensues with thoughts of the Giant's sperm now swimming inside Penny, delivered in raging jets to the mouth of her womb. It must be filling her, coating her insides with the slimy fluid that carries the Giant's potent seed home. It continues - on, and on, and on.

Tommy hears the gasps from the surrounding carrols of onlookers as the Giant's foamy excess escapes, soaking his fingers and hands. He stares, horrified, yet transfixed at the volume of the giant's seed, many times that of his own. So much sperm, sperm he was never able to deliver. Sperm to make a family, something Penny wanted more than anything. There is something uncanny about it; all Tonny's mistakes and failures, regrettable as they had been, had brought them to this bizarre, disturbing destination where Penny would likely get her wish. It fractures him, reorders his sense of time and place, and redefines his place as her husband. It alters his self-esteem to recognize and welcome the 'servant' in him, willingly obedient to better men, and to Penny.

So he pumps the giant's cock until the frothy rush of semen slows to a trickle. When he removes his hands, the giant eases his cock into her to the hilt and holds her there about his waist, suspended just above Tommy's gaze. His eyes are drawn to her finger-like clit, long and thick and glistening with a mix of her juices and the Giant's semen. He doesn't know what compels him to reach up and fondle it lightly with his slick, trembling fingers. It's such unbelievably precious flesh, more succulent, more available than ever before, offered to him, it seems, as though he should examine its surprising new presence. A daring first touch, then a soft trace along it with the pad of his fingertip. How wonderfully firm and resilient it is, yet slick and silky at the same time. When he repeats his cautious trail along the length of it, Penny moans, then weaves her fingers into his hair and pulls him closer.

Tommy's past any ability to resist. He surrenders himself to Penny's delirious intentions and allows her to drag him closer until his mouth is pressed tightly against her inescapable clit. He feasts, consuming the dregs that leak from her with a blind sense of duty and satisfaction. With the Giant still inside her, the flared root of his cock blocks her widely stretched entrance. Tommy can't ignore it, as hard as he tries. He can't avoid it either, so he laps at it as part of his craving to taste her, to trail his tongue along the sweetness of her turgid clit. He feels the base of the giant's cock swell for a second under his tongue each time he returns there, but ignores it, oblivious to the veiny spike of meat embedded in Penny's belly.

Her clit is his mission now; the beautiful finger of flesh is all that's left to him. When she cums, a milky river pours from her, and she utters the sounds Tommy yearns to hear, sounds she never made when he was inside her. As his hard little prick bobs in the air between his legs, a puddle of his useless semen falls to the stage floor. Penny holds him there between her clenched thighs as she thrashes and thrusts her hips against him. Time is lost to Tommy. All that exists to him is the taste of her, that sweet taste that makes him want her, need her...

Suddenly, Tommy feels the leash's tug at his balls, then Angela's unforgiving retrieval. He moves away from Penny and stands before her and her Giant, still hard, unable to stop quivering and thrusting a bit from the contractions, but unable to find any kind of relief. Angela leads him to the edge of the stage with his balls trussed forward, presenting the bound little glands as a coda to the performance.

"This pretty wife's husband will never completely regain his manhood," she begins. "Oh, she'll certainly test him. Tonight is merely the beginning. Her body will be taken and used by a long line of strong, virile men. But her husband will never cum again. I've seen to that."

A shiver runs through Tommy. He's naked and exposed before these strangers who have paid to see his wife defiled and his manhood stripped from him. He's no longer tied to the table where Angela broke him; his hands and feet are free, he can move about, speak, watch and listen to his sweet Penny's moans from only a few feet away. And yet, he's more of a prisoner than he had ever been in the confines of Angela's lab. Back then he had convinced himself that one day his debt would be paid and Penny would be his again. There would be a day when he'd sink his impatient cock inside her and know the firm, silky embrace of her body once again. Now the mere tone of Angela's voice erases all hope. The way she constructs her very words to Tommy and her audience with the assembly of biting consonants and vowels, the certainty of her stance and gestures, and the very air that escapes her exquisite mouth, all promise that she'll always be present in his thoughts and dreams, and he'll always be her prisoner.

"Her husband will continue to long shamefully for what he has been a part of tonight - despite the agony of knowing his wife's craving for the kind of cock he's never able to give her. He'll tell you himself."

Angela gives the leash a quick, violent tug, one that causes Tommy to grunt an immediate painful response.

"Have you ever been able to satisfy your beautiful wife?" Angela asks, keeping the leash tensioned as a warning to obey.

Tommy lowers his head and answers. He's beaten, empty inside, ready to agree to Angela's slightest request.

"No, I haven't. Never."

Fevered whispers erupt from the audience.

"Why, Tommy? Why can't you fuck your pretty wife like real men can? Why can't you make her cum? Don't look at the floor, Tommy," she adds. "Look out there where you have an anxious audience. They need your answer. They need to see what you are now, what you've become after you've taken a considerable amount of my precious time. Why will your wife forever want this bull of a man's cock instead of yours?"

Tommy lifts his head and stares out into the darkness of the room. He can't bear to lower his eyes to the level of the carrols circling the stage. But there's something in Angela's voice that tells him he must, that he needs to submit to her will. He needs to tell them, to tell everyone how he's changed.

"She - she's never cum with me," he admits. "I think I'm - too small. I'm not very good at sex. Now I know that. You've shown me that."

"But Tommy, you're so hard, even now. Do you like what you've seen? Does it excite you to see a worthy man fuck your wife?"

"It, does," he whispers. "I never saw her cum like that..."

"So, why don't you relieve yourself, Tommy? It's okay - everyone wants to see you cum. Wouldn't a nice orgasm feel good to you? Go ahead, Tommy. Play with your little 'thing'. You have my permission. You'll feel so much better."

Angela strokes his chest and belly with her long, dancing fingernails, and the pain of the harness dissolves into need. He reaches down and strokes his erection with little success, He pumps it harder, faster. On and on, until he tires and gives up.

"But, you're still so hard, Tommy. Can't you cum for us?"

"I - I can't," he whines. "You changed me so I can't. I want to, I need to. But you told me I won't be able to, ever again. And now I can't."

Angela pats his cheek, smiles at him, and steps to the front of the stage.

"Witness this couple, husband and wife, so in love. I untether the strained, fragile sex they once shared. Her husband, born soft and unequipped for what a real woman needs, is so clueless about the secret perversions that sustain her while his clumsiness fails her. I give his wife more than she's ever imagined and wash away all inhibition. Her unmet needs become amplified in my hands. I break her and remake her as a slut, a whore for any man with a worthy cock.

"And her husband? I take his masculinity, his self-worth, his confidence as a man and a sex partner - I break and remake him as well. He's forever changed. Physically, his ability to orgasm has been taken from him, burned out of his feeble genitals. But as you can see, the t o r t u r e of his constant erections and the urges that accompany them never leave him. He exists in a maddening state of arousal for his pretty wife, but can never find the climax that gives him pleasure or relief. His sex life will be that of an observer, a voyeur. His pulse will pound and his erection will drip, all while his pretty wife is fucked by beasts of men. He needs the fantasy now, the vision of her precious body shuddering under a brute so unlike him. He lives for it, shivering and thrusting and drooling as he watches his wife filled and used by the kinds of men she's always secretly craved. Not men like him at all. He watches his wife cum, hears her moans and cries, rubs himself raw, panting and drooling, but never achieves release, never finds that elusive orgasm that beckons but is always just out of reach. Not just once, but for the rest of his life. A man in heat for his wife's body, but one who can never have her as her lovers can.

"I'll send them back now, to their boring little lives. The pretty slut and her adoring, impotent husband. She may try, even desperately at times, but she'll never get enough from him. He'll watch and throb and want what he sees - his beautiful wife's body on display, fucked and used by other men. But he'll never cum again, ever. Will they stay together? Oh, they will, for me. They're drones now, drones of my making. This is my answer to those who defy me. My revenge is inescapable - an unending, living hell. Could it be worse? Much worse. For those who doubt me, try me and see."

-10-

Angela freed them after that. But they were now indentured servants to her, without hope of regaining the life they once had until payment was made. Penny and Tommy lost their prior jobs, and Angela's influence made sure they'd struggle to ever find another. In time, their home, car, and all their belongings were auctioned for failure to make payments. Angela was the high bidder, and gifted the house to her Giant where he could practice his special 'talents'.

The couple became tenants in one of Angela's slum apartments on the south side of the city. Monthly rent and food were earned by their featured appearances in Angela's sex plays, written by her, and memorized in advance by the couple as a requirement for their monthly upkeep. Penny needed no persuasion - she became proficient and convincing playing Tommy's cock-hungry wife. Tommy resisted, for a while, but grew to accept displaying his twitching erection while watching Penny's "infidelities" on stage with countless men who outsized him and out-fucked him in the most extreme ways. Unable to orgasm after Angela's "treatments", his frustration mounted until it finally broke his will to hope for more than the unending drool from the end of his useless penis.

There was little for the couple to do otherwise. Angela allowed them a few dollars of spending money each month, but not enough for any kind of paid entertainment. The small pittance was mostly used for personal items, soap, toothpaste, and a shared razor.

Tommy was t o r t u r e d minute by minute as Penny's body evolved under Angela's care. He watched her mature into a siren of rabid sexuality. He became nervous and jumpy as his weight plummeted. His constant erections t o r t u r e d him as he watched the changes in Penny's body. He dreamed of her, of putting his hands on her once again, cupping the growing fullness of her breasts, guiding his hands over her tiny waist and flared hips, and, if he begged, sliding his numbed erection inside her, trying and failing again and again to make her cum like her giant had.

Angela visited them weekly, entering their meager abode unannounced, delivering the food and beverages she supplied. She smiled with pride as she watched them struggle. She loved the hint of disgust she saw in Penny's eyes each time Tommy touched his pretty wife. Then again, he was a pathetic sight - so pale and weak and thin, with that hairless body that emphasized his many shortcomings. Had his cock withered as well? Even more satisfying to Angela was his clueless confusion about why his appearance continued to deteriorate.

Angela understood the reason for changes in them better than anyone. Every ounce of the food and d r i n k she brought them contained a cocktail of her special mix of amphetamines, estrogen, and her discovery of a neuro-stimulator that imparted a constant state of extreme arousal. It never failed to make Angela wet watching the couple consumed with a craving for sex, but unable to achieve any kind of satisfaction from it. Penny would shrink away from any advances shown by her revolting husband, and Tommy, even after hours of frantic masturbation, could never climax to abate the increasingly perverse obsession with Penny's body. Angela could see that the couple's unresolved cravings were slowly driving them mad. Tommy became sullen and pouted much of the time while watching Penny use the intimidating dildo Angela had given her. He pulled and stroked his unresponsive penis as Penny fucked herself into a stupor, afterward pacing back and forth at the window, hoping to find a man who might see her and fuck her like the men of her dreams.

The men who lived near them were hard-looking, even dangerous, with gang colors, tattoos, and swarms of roaring motorcycles. Penny became fascinated with the bikes themselves; they were like religious icons to her, sacred and heavily protected, and beautifully decorated with the club's name and signs. It was rare to see a biker without his 'old lady' - typically a tanned, long-haired blond whose well-muscled thighs and arms were blessed with impressive perfection. Still, she couldn't resist strolling through the neighborhood in her cutoffs and tiniest halter top, wondering if just a few of the bikers might have the kind of cock she needed.

"Maybe," she mused inside her chemical-drenched brain, "one of them will like me - that big guy with the unmistakable outline of cock-meat down his pant leg. Maybe I could even be what the others call his 'old lady'." She imagined herself on the back of his bike, hair streaming in the wind, arms wrapped around him with one hand clutching his monstrous cock. "He would fuck me - I know he would," she thought as she paused and stared.

"Like what you see?" he asked, as he approached where Penny stood just beside the steps that led to the couple's second-floor apartment. He was taller up close than she first thought, with a chest and arms that stretched his T-shirt to the absolute limit. She couldn't help looking down at his crotch and staring for a few seconds, not caring if he or any of the others noticed.

"You're new around here, girl," he told her, grinning. "Haven't seen such a pretty piece of ass in ages. Just move in?" he asked, glancing up at their apartment window where Tommy watched in fear.

Penny felt a sudden dampness between her legs as she tried to answer. "I - um - yeah, up there. Number 10." He looked up again as she pointed to one of the flimsy doors with a hastily scrawled number ten in white paint.

"How about you be a good neighbor then and invite me up for a d r i n k? I don't live far. We might be seeing a lot of each other."

Penny's hopes rose to a familiar uncontrollable craving. As if in a trance, she reached out and traced the club name on his shirt softly with the tip of her finger, then looked up into his icy blue eyes.

"Ex-term-in-a-ting Angels," she recited, pausing a bit between each syllable as she tried pronouncing the name for the first time. "W-what do you exter-min-ate?"

"Well, nothing you have to worry about, baby."

The white halter exposed all but the nipples of Penny's breasts, and the thin cotton soon failed to hide the points of puckering flesh beneath it. Then it was his turn to reach out and run his fingers over them, pinching and rolling them as they grew harder under his touch. Penny felt a sudden cool, wet flush between her legs and drew in a soft gasp.

Without another word, he unfastened the three buttons down the front of her halter and slipped it off. Her breasts stood firm and proud before him, with nipples that threatened to burst with excitement. Across the alley, a slow clap could be heard from the other bikers watching eagerly as though their leader had unwrapped a tempting feast whose mouthwatering scent had just reached them.

"You don't mind if we have a look, do you, baby?"

Penny was barely conscious that she was half-naked in the middle of the street. Her craving for the log of hard flesh in the biker's pants consumed her senses. She began to shiver there in the hot mid-day sun, her body losing all control of her desperate needs. She could picture it in her mind, his cock springing out into view, the largest she had ever seen, how it would fill her belly - the very thing she lived for and hadn't had in weeks.

Penny collapsed to her knees and leaned forward against him, her cheek resting on the length of hard meat she craved. She could feel it throb and pulse as though it tried to escape and find its way to her drenched pussy. She didn't care who was watching - she put her mouth on it, wetting his jeans when she closed her lips over the ridge of flesh and bit lovingly into it. She had waited for this day for weeks, maybe months, and wanted it more than life itself.

The biker chuckled, took her head in his large, rough hands, and made her look up at him.

"I'll fuck you, honey," he said in a voice that promised he'd do that and more, "but I won't fuck you in the street." He nodded upward to the door with the number ten on it. "But I will fuck you in your bed. Is that what you want?"

"Yesss - oh my god, yessss," she hissed. "Please, I want - this..." she begged, as she fastened her mouth over the bulge of his cock again and drooled into the faded denim.

Inside number ten, Tommy had been watching from the front window. The biker was immense, and his presence when he came through the door was terrifying. They had all laughed as he led Penny up the steps, her breasts jostling just a little in the bright sunlight. The biker had led her by the arm with the look of a predator - such sickening expectation in his eyes, as though he would devour her. She let him undress her in public before a gang of his leering companions. How could she do this? She was his wife, his once sweet, pretty, adorable Penny. But anger was an emotion that Angela had methodically extracted from Tommy. Her manipulation, d r u g s that coursed through his body daily saw to it that fear and uncertainty consumed and controlled him. He wouldn't be able to save Penny from this monster. He could only hope that he'd get her back once the biker had his fun with her.

The biker glanced at Tommy, then frowned at Penny.

"What's he supposed to be," he grumbled. "Looks like a geeky, what? Roommate?"

"Ignore him," she insisted. "He's my husband, but he won't get in the way."

"Husband? What is this? Some kind of kinky s h i t? I'm not lettin' him suck my dick!"

"He won't. He just likes to watch," Penny assured him. "Look - I'll show you."

She unbuckled Tonny's belt and pulled down his pants. His erection curved upward with a sticky string of precum dangling in the air.

"Thats'all he can do - he gets hard, but can't cum anymore. He never could fuck me like I needed. He's sterile too. His balls were damaged. He's not quite a eunuch, but he's pretty useless. Otherwise, he's not a bad husband. He lets me do whatever I want, whatever I need."

"Jesus," the biker uttered. "With a wife like you? He only gets to watch? Poor bastard."

Tommy watched them retreat to the small bedroom. Penny stood before the biker, absent-minded, waiting for him to strip her.

"What's the matter with her," he asked Tommy, now waiting by the open door.

"She's, um, waiting for you to undress her. She likes it that way - with a guy who makes her submit."

"Submit?" the biker asked.

"You know - submit to anything he wants. Any kind of sex...but please, don't hurt her."

The biker grinned and began to strip her. Tommy's erection throbbed and dripped. His pulse quickened as the biker put her on the bed and slid his cock inside her. Tommy fingered his erection - it felt so good, so right to him. Penny was so beautiful like that, with her pretty legs in the air, then wrapped around a strong man as he fucked her fast and hard.

She rolled her head to the side, her eyes staring into Tommy's, then closed them and moaned as she came. The biker followed with his thrusting and groaning as he spewed his load into her. Tommy stroked himself more quickly as his precum flowed onto the floor. If only he could cum. If only a reward of completion could sweep over him. But Angela had seen to that. He remembered so many wires invading his body, the click of her heels on the white tile floor, her firm, fleshy breasts teasing him without remorse, and her promise to make him so much less of a man. Even with the recollection of her luscious body and never-ending administrations, his orgasm eluded him. It was then, always then, that her silky voice rose inside to remind him.

"You'll never cum, Tommy. Never, ever again. Your hardons will t o r t u r e you. You'll watch there beside her as your wife performs the most obscene sex acts before an audience. You'll want her, more than life itself. You'll never escape the craving for her, but you'll always be helpless to satisfy it. The two of you are my toys now. You'll always be my toys. Forever and ever and ever..."



END

Wow, Tommy sure fucked up!

Helluva story!

Thanks for your help editing, luceiia. It's much appreciated! Glad you enjoyed it.

Don

Don,

Sorry it took me a while to get through the story. It's incredible. A great read! I LOVE everything that was taken from Tommy.

Wonderful work.

Thank you!

Great work as always! Thank you Don ❤️🙏🏼 x

A very good read...

How do I get on her lab table next..
I love eating my wife after her bull has nutted deep in her..

Took me a while to get through this, Don. An exquisitely written tale of a very extreme scenario.