Chapter 17, A Transformation
Rachel and Allison led Ross back to his new quarters, a secure room that was only a little bit larger than the holding rooms. Slaves were allowed the privacy of their own rooms, a psychological advantage that the doctor had insisted on. This also allowed for private meetings or appointments, if the need arose. Ross had not even been in his new room, having been 'on display' or tested for the past two days. He was exhausted and more than anything wanted the time to get cleaned up and contemplate his future. Inside their own rooms was about the only time that slaves were alone.
Rachel and Allison moved quickly, pulling Ross along with them. He was still restrained at the wrists, but his ankles were no longer tethered. His loincloth had been discarded in Heather's training room, so he was quickly drawing the stares of all female staff that saw him. Besides exhausted, he was swollen to the point that his cock was immense, not to mention his already oversized balls. He could barely keep up with Rachel. Allison was still visibly upset, also catching the attention of female staff and other security personnel. Just the sight of her in a thong and top only, created a curiosity among the people watching them make their way through the hallways. Even though scantily clad females were a common sight, Allison was brand new to the facility and she was obviously upset. The doctor believed in keeping the males aroused, but there was obviously something wrong with this new security officer.
"We need to check him," Rachel said, still hurrying along.
"Check him. What do you mean?" Allison asked, trying to keep up with Rachel. "Is he hurt?" Allison asked fearfully.
"No, I don't think so, but the doctor didn't spend much time checking him. She was real quick to numb him up. We should examine him." Rachel was serious about checking for any injuries to Ross. Allison perked up somewhat, thinking about the idea of doing an exam on her pet slave. Besides, she was already dressed for the exam.
Reaching Ross' new quarters, they quickly ushered him into the small room and closed and locked the door. Private quarters for females were strictly off-limits, unless the occupant invited someone in. Slave quarters were also off limits, unless for an appointment or for security or trainers in the process of their work. Inside, Rachel led Ross to the small comfortable bed and had him stand. Allison stood at a distance and watched, aroused, but also fearing that her new love was hurt or damaged in some way.
"Are you ok?" Rachel sincerely asked Ross. Almost dreamily, he nodded his head yes.
"I'm sore, but I've been sore before. Right now I'm numb to the point that I can't feel anything." Ross was almost asleep on his feet.
"You'll be ok. Let me see," Rachel said, peering down at the enlarged sex organs. She reached down and gently hefted the ball sack up, feeling deep into it. Ross winced several times but allowed her to examine him. She let go of his sack, and then began to examine his swollen cock. She gently felt around it, pulling back the overly thick foreskin, paying special attention to the head. He was huge. She could find nothing that was obvious, and gently released the meaty appendage.
"Are you sure you're ok?" she asked again, a worried look on her face.
"I'm sure. I just need some rest," he said to her, his eyes already closed.
"I'll help him," Allison said quickly, moving up beside Ross. She gently put her arms around him and softly pushed him back toward the bed. She helped him lay down, pulling his legs up and onto the bed. He looked as if he were already asleep. She moved him to the center of the bed, and then gently removed the wrist cuffs from him. Only once did Ross open his eyes, looking up at Allison and smiling at her. She smiled back as she pulled a blanket up over him. He was already asleep. She then leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek, while Rachel watched. Leaving the room, they turned off the light and locked him inside.
It had been late afternoon when Rachel and Allison delivered Ross to his new room. And it was late afternoon of the next day when Ross finally began to wake up. The past two days had been exhaustive, to say the least. He sat up in bed, slowly feeling the aches and pains of the past two days. Spreading his legs, he examined himself closely. There were no bruises or any signs of the battering that his organs had taken. He was no longer swollen to the huge size that he had been the day before. One thing he had learned over the years was that women did not like 'damaged' entertainment slaves. He was relieved to see that he didn't bear any scars or obvious injuries.
He lay back on the bed, feeling physically refreshed. He actually felt good. Lying there, he began to contemplate his future at the doctor's facility. It was very obvious as to what his purpose was. Physically he felt very good, but mentally he wasn't so sure. He knew that he was to be what some called, a 'sperm cow'. He was also more than aware that his entertainment ability was going to come into play, more often than not. He had proven those abilities over the past two days.
Back in the doctor's private office, she was pouring over the notes about Ross. It had become obvious to her that he could easily serve two purposes at the facility. There would be a delicate balance between the two. On one hand, he was an unbelievable supplier of male milk. He would be milked on a regular basis. On the other hand, he was more than qualified as an entertainment slave, and would probably be in large demand, once word or sight of him got out. She would have to keep a close eye on his scheduling, in order to gain the most from his abilities. As a sperm supplier, he would be continuously drained creating an abundant supply of the much-needed ingredient. But as an entertainment slave, he would make her a fortune, with women that paid top dollar for male entertainment. If he was continuously drained, he might not be worth top dollar to the high paying women. Dr Sherry had already drawn up a list of women that would be willing to pay the unbelievably high amounts for him. He would probably become a regular to a lot of them. One that immediately came to mind was Mistress Francesca.
Elizabeth Francine Pendleton was one of the richest women in the state, visiting Dr Sherry on a regular basis. Her request in males was not considered too far out, but was definitely different. She happened to like endowed males. She hadn't always been known for her sexual appetites, but around the facility, she had become a legend.
Elizabeth Francine Pendleton had been married for 40 years, to her now deceased husband. After his death, it was slowly discovered by a group of her close-knit friends, just what Francine had been going through. For all of those years, she had been the loving and caring wife to a man that was more business than he was husband. It had been mostly, a loveless and sexless marriage. He had built a virtual empire, accumulating more wealth than any person could ever use. Only after his death did her story begin to come to life.