Chapter 2
This chapter was accidentally submitted following chapter 1. This is the corrected chapter 2 that continues the narrative I want to tell.
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Susan was about to awake at the sexual disposal of another person for the first time in her life. Until just a few days ago, she was a dominant woman with a submissive long-term girlfriend, but things were changing fast.
Now her body and mind are experiencing what it means to become someone she has secretly craved to be.
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The door to the rig slowly opened. A crack of light expanded into the room and illuminated Susan, the new submissive in training. She was bound spread eagle on her front atop of a large bed sized machine known as "The Rig". Mechanical protrusions snaked around her arms, legs, and torso. Her curved ass pointed upwards as the machine violated it with various tendrils. They coiled inside her anus and vagina as the rig executed its programmatic routines on her drugged body.
The rig is not a toy so much as it is a transformational medical machine. Often used for surgeries, life-saving or otherwise, this variant was specialized for more sexually deviant means. Despite the world trending more toward extreme sexual liberation, Rigs were not very common -- mostly due to price. Vicky's relationship with Doctor Lucille Dots had its perks, though.
"Still asleep," said Vicky, standing in the doorway. She wore tight black leather pants, black leather boots and a semi-transparent red sheer top that loosely covered her front. It draped lithely over her exposed pierced nipples.
Jenna stood close behind her -- almost completely nude. Just a leather collar with a simple steel ring in the front adorned her neck. This visual signifier said the month had changed and Adam was now a dominant of the house and Jenna was back to submitting.
Vicky spoke to Jenna, "She deserves to know what's going on. Please fill her in and let the rig finish up its job. I hope Adam, Abbey and I will be back in a few days. I'm sorry it's short notice, but I'm going to leave her to you in the meantime, okay?"
"Yes, Miss," replied Jenna.
"The house rules still apply. Try not to waste, okay? Fill the fridge if you have to."
"Of course, Miss."
"Okay, goodbye and see you soon."
Vicky rotated and connected with Jenna in a slow, passionate kiss.
"I'll miss you," said Jenna.
"Oh, I know," smiled Vicky. "Train her well for me. Don't make her too comfortable."
Jenna stayed behind in the room as Vicky departed with the other housemates.
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Susan's eyes opened and came into focus on a dark stained wooden wall beside her.
She discovered she was bound chest down on a surface with her hands and ankles restrained away from her body. She became instantly aware of her bondage predicaments after giving her arms and legs a quick jerk.
Her asshole and pussy were slightly inflamed and dilated with large tendrils of the Rig, but she hadn't started processing them yet. She did wonder how long she had been stuck in this predicament, and thought it couldn't possibly be the day after she arrived. Her memory was foggy, though, and she knew her dazed state was part of Vicky's teaching plan.
A fuzzy voice began to play in her ears, "I've trained many sluts like you, Suzy. Will you be easy or hard to train?" It was Vicky's voice, but it was a recording played back in a distorted fashion through headphones. It was hypnotic, with a subtle humming musical beat behind the words.
Susan heard herself reply, "I'm going to be easy, Miss," followed by Vicky saying, "Mmhmm, yes. Yes you are," and a groan of pleasure from Susan.
Susan's words repeated back to her, "I'm going to be easy, Miss. I'm going to be easy, Miss," followed again by her groan.
The words were distorted and echoey and made Susan feel like she was waking up into a wet dream. Hearing herself in a haze of pleasure turned her on. She had never heard herself played back like that before -- drunk with desire.
The hypnotic audio continued as Susan started to awake. "Here, sweetie, each day comes with supplement pills and injections. Take these and show me your arm. You'll learn what they do soon enough. This one, though, is an orgasm prevention pill. Same evil effect as the salve, but without the mess."
The words repeated and washed over Susan,
"Orgasm prevention pill."
"Orgasm prevention pill."
"Orgasm prevention pill."
"I'm going to be easy, Miss."
"Yes. Yes, you are. Yes. Yes, you are."
Susan wondered to herself, "Fuck, what happened to me last night?"
The recording continued for an hour and contained words and sounds from the previous day. It sounded straight out of a raunchy amateur porn film that Susan had watched with Abbey, but the moans, the grunting, and the begging all came from her.
Susan heard excerpts of Adam being ordered to fuck her face. She heard the gurgling sounds of her throat as his cock drilled in and out, followed by the sounds of her gasping and begging for more.
She heard herself beg for his cum, and heard herself receive it and obey Vicky's orders to gargle it before swallowing.
She heard Jenna ordering Adam to fill her holes repeatedly and heard herself begging to clean her out, which she did.
Her words from the day before repeated and swirled as they played back to her.
"Fuck. Ugh. More, please. Miss Vicky, can I cum."?
"Please, Adam, fill my throat with that cock and cum."
"Please Vicky, don't be gentle, I can take it."
"Jenna, please let me clean you, you're overflowing."
"Please, fill everyplace I have with cum."
Her begging was interleaved with inaudible groans and sounds of her pleasure as her housemates made her writhe. She heard herself beg to cum, and she heard it granted, but it was only ever followed by grunts of disappointment and begging for more.
Susan, hearing all this played back to her, couldn't help but begin to gyrate her hips. The contraption in her ass and pussy wasn't doing much to give her pleasure, but it was all she had to work with. She couldn't see it from her position, but a thick, constant stream of feminine pre-cum was dripping from her pussy into the machine's storage tank.
After the recording ended, Susan was surprised to see Jenna standing in the room near the door. She jerked again with a gasp.
Her mid-40's body was hard to make out, but Suzan could see she was naked. As Susan began to stir, Jenna took a deep breath and prepared to reveal herself.
She slowly increased the lights, exposing her tanned skin to Susan. Susan eyes started at her face and slowly traveled downwards. They moved over Jenna's publication-perfect breasts, down her legs and back up to her dangling labia.
"Good morning, Susan," said Jenna.
"J-Jenna? Asked Suzy in a fading daze.
"Did you sleep okay?"
"I... I think so, Miss. I don't remember laying down."
"Good. We can speak informally for all our conversations; I'm not Vicky. Did you think you would be laying eyes on me without clothes on when we met at FemCon this year?"
"No, but I was right to hope so," said Suzy with a coy, tired smile.
"Do you remember anything that happened after you were measured and interviewed?"
Jenna began to run her hands along Susan's bound body. She traced them along her shoulders, back and behind as they spoke.
"I don't think I remember anything about it. I wish I did, though, it sounded like we all had a good time."
"Hah, yes. We did. This is how we inducted you into our submissive family. We made you horny, malleable, and desperate. Then we helped you experience some of your desires as you begged us for them repeatedly. It helped us learn which of your fantasies are real, and which ones are, what Vicky calls, 'uncertainties'."
"She only played back some of the recording. You'll be pleased to know, you're one of the filthiest people I've met here."
Susan smiled and said, "It sounded like it, thank you. So, you guys will enjoy having me here?"
"I usually savor every minute I spend with Vicky's students. I've never had one I did not enjoy."
"Oh. You've done this to others?"
"We've helped Women like you see the other side of their nature. It's still as fun as it was when I first met Vicky years ago."
Jenna ran her fingers along Susan's ass crack and rubbed along where the mechanical rig disappeared into her asshole. It slid along Susan's taut and lubed ring.
"Has it changed over the years? The way Vicky teaches?"
"Eh, she used to do the thing where she would walk around with a crop to provide punishment to subs who don't act properly. Over the years, she started to use more automated machines and let the tools do the hard work for her. The machines can work you while we sleep and give you a true 24-hour experience. That is what the good sluts seem to want, after all."
Jenna continued, "Unless an infraction is severe enough, she will most likely be summarizing your mistakes at the end of the day and giving you a single large punishment. Adam and I have come to like this, though we sometimes like it more when we're in charge." She smiled.
"I see." Susan said in her daze. "Is there a machine in me now?"
"Yes. That's why I'm here and why you're awake at the moment. Vicky left for a few days with Adam and Abby. They've headed off to Dr. Dots' lab to take a look at some new equipment. They will be back in a few days and while they are gone im going to evaluate the results of your procedures. More as a peer than a dominant, but I'll still expect and demand submission from you."
"Okay. Um, what procedures?" asked Susan.
Jenna knew she was going to need to deliver this news delicately. She decided to be blunt.
"Abby thought more about the small change we made to your vaginal canal to help it take larger insertions."
"Did she change her mind?" Susan was starting to sound worried.
"No, sweetie, she had some.... additional requests."
"Oh god."
"You know you're hers now, right? You had your time with her, and now she's beginning her time with you."
"I know... but do I still look the same?" Susan asked with concern?
Jenna replied with swift reassurance, "Oh sweetie, of course. We're not going to change your identity without your permission. This whole thing is about sexual debauchery."
Susan was resting her left cheek on the machine's platform as she spoke to Jenna. Her restrained body was still in a vulnerable position, and the top of her ass and back were coated in a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes alternated between being glued to Jenna's tanned breasts and her wet labia as they casually talked.
"What did Abby have done to me?"
"Not too much. She decided she wanted your ass and pussy wider than we could comfortably do over a period of three weeks."
