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The Science Experiment Ch. 01

By: Katiekatsman



To the reader: This chapter is one containing little sex. Rather it is a preparatory chapter explaining the science experiment and serves as a necessary segue to chapters two and following which hopefully will satisfy your hormonal appetite. Enjoy.

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Martin Bricker was one in a million; no, make that one in a billion. He grew up just outside a small farm town in Iowa, on a dirt road surrounded by corn, corn and more corn. As the first born, his parents, a fifth generation farming family whose ancestors had immigrated from what is now Czechoslovakia, assumed Martin would continue the great tradition they started so many years ago. They only assumed that he'd take over the farm just as they had done for their parents and as their parents did for theirs. But Martin had other interests. While he had to help farm the 2,000 acres that planted and harvested more corn than a city boy could ever imagine existed, the farm and love for it never flowed in his veins. Rather, he loved to tinker, not with things but with wires, batteries, resistors, transistors, capacitors and any other electrical component he could get his hands on. He loved the idea of electricity and of energy in particular and by the time he was in tenth grade he had already taken every math-based science class the small school offered as well as the advanced physics class, only offered to those 'smart' kids. Of course he aced those classes almost without studying.

At age 18, he left home, leaving the farm in the capable hands of his younger brother who more than eagerly saw him off when he left for Purdue University. Majoring in physics his knowledge of energy, energy development and of solar energy grew by leaps and bounds. It was while a postgraduate student in Purdue's PhD program that he made a mistake and that mistake changed his life and of millions, no, make that billions of others living on planet earth.

Martin's passion was harnessing the energy that enabled those seeds his parents paid such a premium for, to grow to seven feet tall and yield enough food to feed a good portion of the world. Yet scientists only had a rudimentary understanding as to how a plant cell converted photons of light into the ATP needed to power each and every cell that grew all that corn. Yes, solar panels were now found throughout university campus', on roof tops in suburban community homes, and filling vast tracts of land in the sunny southwest. Regardless of their popularity, they remained both expensive and inefficient and therefore more of a novelty to the average Joe then something useful. Yes, the average Joe did buy cheap solar lights to make their walks visible at night but few could afford to convert from fossil fuel heat sources to solar. They wanted to but couldn't afford it. It was for that reason that Martin so desperately sought to capture more easily, more readily and more efficiently that same energy a simple blade of grass could. 

He had made a mistake one night while working in the lab as a post graduate, or so he thought. He ran a variation of a current experimental model and much to his amazement the instrument readings went off the charts. Numbers suddenly climbed from .583 to 149.439! What had he done? What happened? What broke?

In fact nothing had broken. Rather he had mistakenly approached harnessing solar energy from an entirely different angle that no one had ever considered and his idea worked. No longer were panels capturing one or two percent of light but 97 to 99 percent of it. Confused, amazed, delighted, and bewitched, he repeated the experiment from scratch and found the same result. He repeated it a third and fourth time, not believing what he was seeing but every time he got the same outcome. Overjoyed he screamed but no one was in the lab at 2 AM on a Wednesday night. He had found the answer!

Dropping out of school immediately without telling his professors, advisors or friends why, he set up shop in his apartment, formulated prototype photocells (if you could call them that) and patented every cell variation and component contained within those prototypes. By the age of thirty he had more money than he could ever imagine. He had acquired millions, no make that billions of dollars. He had no idea what to do with it all or with all the success. Even with all the speaking engagements, interviews and all of the articles written about his successes he was bored man. All he successes came too easy. He didn't have to 'pull an Edison' and do something a 1,000 times before he got it right. He didn't have to do it once for god's sake. He had made a mistake, while not paying attention and in the process found success. He needed a new challenge and yet one never crystallized. So he did what every other successful business person did. He went to conventions; he continued on with his public speaking and he ate at expensive restaurants and with other famous people who had worked so hard to get where they were.

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Michelle Lavender grew up in a typical suburban development outside Bridgeport Connecticut. Her father had died from heart failure at the age of 33 and Michelle was raised by her mother. She was the middle child of three - all girls. She, like Martin was brilliant but her interest lay in biology. As a second year undergraduate, she took a required Genetics class and loved it. Learning about chromosomes, DNA, genotypes and phenotypes, dominant and recessive genes, she fell in love with the topic. Starting from the basics, she learned about Gregor Mendel, the father of genetics and the others that followed in his footsteps. She spent hours in labs with fruit flies, corn and other life forms studying the basics of this fascinating field. Following college she continued her education in the Czech Republic, the home of Mendel, and the home of the premier genetic research university in the world. 

Michelle loved studying human DNA. Much had been learned already in the area of plant DNA. Most of the food we eat is genetically modified but not as much was known about human DNA. Furthermore, governmental restrictions, regardless of what country one lived in or practiced medically, restricted human study until they deemed animal studies safe and valid with respect to crossing specie lines. Shell, as her peers often called her, mapped chromosomes. She could tell you most anything about any of the 23 pair of chromosomes and she loved doing so. It captivated her imagination. Her goal was to find an easy way to manipulate individual genes safely and permanently. So far, others had had success doing so with plant DNA but human DNA responded differently and no one knew why. One researcher at the University of Berlin was having some success altering viruses but the changes were always temporary. Yes, they could introduce a gene to help someone in crisis in by turning this 'switch' on or that one off, but no one could ever make the change permanent. She wanted to discover the master switch, if you could call it that, and contribute mightily to curing so many diseases.

On a more personal note Martin loved women and Michelle loved men. However neither was married. Neither had ever met. Martin, when he wasn't out and about telling the world of the possibilities of his latest developments spent his time secretly in playhouses. He was a frequent visitor to a local establishment in New York City where he resided. When in town he'd spend a half or even a full day with Mistress Vanessa or Mistress Delilah, or Mistress Sharon or whoever happened to be working. You see, Martin was a submissive man and loved to obey. He found that spending time under their control filled some kind of void that his work couldn't - that nothing else could. He loved to crawl or strip naked or do wear women's panties as they commanded him to do. Usually he'd be collared and led around by the leash that was tethered to it. Sometimes working Mistresses' bound and spanked him so hard it brought tears to his eyes. Mostly he wished they'd permit him to worship them. He loved worshipping feet, legs, but mostly their asses and vaginas - using his tongue of course. He would worship them for hours if they let him and when he finally met Mistress Sharon, he had found his match, for she not only let him adore her body but she loved being worshipped. She didn't approach her time with him as some kind of job and didn't view him as just another client. She didn't care, nor even know, how wealthy the handsome man at her feet was. All she cared about was how good it felt for this man to please her and please her well he did. In turn, she taught him the secrets of how best to please a woman and how to hone his submissive skills.

Often they would go out to dinner at a nice restaurant at the end of a full day at the playhouse. Over dinner and wine she'd profess the virtues of male submission and why women should reign superior. She espoused values that he gulped and processed. His analytical mind tossed and turned her thoughts at night and while on long flights, trying to see the fallacies and errors of her words, but he found none. A year later he met Michelle.

Michelle's upbringing happened to be amazingly similar to that of Mistress Sharon's although the two never knew it, nor ever met, or would meet. Both were raised by strong women. Both had learned the importance of being confident and in control. Both had experienced male bullying and both grew into bodies that those bullies longed to touch, hold and fondle. Michelle grew to a height of 5'8, had blue eyes (probably the only non dominant gene in her body) and had long muscular legs, ample breasts, a thin torso and beautiful shape. Mistress Sharon could have been her twin except her hair was a few shades darker, although still blonde. Both were also the same age - almost. Michelle was 31, Mistress Sharon 32. By the time they had reached the tender age of 19, both knew who they were and who they would always be. They loved control, they loved taking charge, they loved making a boy bend to their will, and they loved being worshipped. What wasn't the same was their income. Mistress Sharon worked a $20/hour job abusing men while Michelle was about to earn a six figure income that began with the numbers '20'.

It was on a winter night at a resort in Stowe Vermont. The year was 2016. Martin, now age 33 sat alone in the lodge. A beautiful fire burned inside while snow fell steadily outside the large plate glass windows. It was a typical January evening in the northeast. 

"May I join you?" Came a voice off to his left.

Turning to see who it was, his jaw dropped. It was Mistress Sharon! Looking again he realized he had been mistaken. Nevertheless his heart pounded with excitement.

"S- Sure," he said standing as she took a seat next to him.

"It looked like you saw a ghost when I spoke. Did I do something wrong?"

"No of course not." The woman was beautiful. No she was more than beautiful. She was freaking gorgeous and she looked amazingly similar to another woman from NYC. 

"Then tell me, why the odd reaction?"

"Oh, it was nothing. You look very much like another friend of mine, that's all."

And so their conversation began. They met sometime around 10 and didn't part ways until almost 3 AM. During that time they got to know one another. They learned of one another's' childhoods, siblings, friends and relatives. They talked professionally, sharing about what they did and what they loved. Michelle, besides being quite the science buff was a bit of a shrink. She double majored in psychology, doing so more to fill out her schedule by taking classes she enjoyed than taking eight elective courses that wouldn't benefit her later in life. She studied Martin during those five hours together. She studied his mannerisms, his interaction styles and how they changed when she did specific things. He was her little experiment to some degree during that first meeting. She soon learned that although they both loved the sciences he was quite different from her in other ways - opposite in fact - and that delighted her. She picked up on the lowering of his eyes when she challenged him, how he crossed his arms in front of him when she disagreed, noted his willingness to please when she made a comment that might, to some men, elicit that type of response. More than once he called her ma'am, stood when she did, offered several times if he could make her more comfortable, and made mention numerous times of the value he held for women in general. 

During their long weekend together, most of which was spent skiing the slopes of Stowe's Mt Mansfield they spent all of their free time together. They parted ways at the Burlington, Vermont airport and promised to not make this their last time together. As Michelle flew south and while Martin drove not quite so far south back to NYC, they thought about one another. Their mutual attraction was evident but during that weekend they had kept things professional and didn't get more physical than a casual touch or a lingering kiss. Both were attracted to what the other offered emotionally as well as the obvious physical attraction of two successful individuals in their early thirties. 

Over dinner the following week Martin and Mistress Sharon discussed alternative lifestyle relationships in great depth. What frustrated Martin, as he walked the busy city streets afterward was how secretive his fetish, if you would call it that, was. He thought of normal couples, how they held hands, displayed affection and lived both privately and publically. He thought of the rise of the gay society, how they made inroads into public life, largely because of the concentration of gay men and women living in San Francisco and the aid of the entertainment industry. He came to the conclusion that for dominant women and submissive men to become accepted that they needed a similar city. He realized they'd need to have a similar experience take place in another city for those desiring a femdom relationship. Dominant women and submissive men deeded to band together, much like the gay community did in San Francisco but Martin didn't know how to make this happen. Further, some couples lived with the male as the dominant while others lived in relationships where the female was in charge. He didn't want to promote male dominance. "The world has lived that way for thousands of years and look where it's got us", he thought. He had no answer but at least he had an idea. It was the first time in a long while that he had something truly meaningful to put his mind to work on.

That evening his phone rang. It was Michelle. The two talked for a couple of hours. She told him she was coming to the City in a few days and asked if he was free. He told her he was, and invited her to stay at his place. Of course he was booked solid the entire time but cancelled everything. During that weekend they talked - lots. At one point Martin got up the guts to tell Michelle about Mistress Sharon. She listened with interest, almost with sympathetic interest. When he was through she informed him that she too was a 'Mistress Sharon' of sorts, that she was a dominant woman. To his shock and delight, she shared with him that she was already aware he was submissive based upon the results of her little experiments at Stowe as well as with all the hints he had given her during their time together. 

Martin's tension immediately vanished and he visibly relaxed, now understanding, in part, why they had such mutual attraction.

"Why don't you strip for me Martin and then we can keep talking about your thoughts on a female dominant society."

Smiling, he did as he was told. It was as if he was once more in the presence of Mistress Sharon. Tossing his clothes aside he stood before her, eyes cast down.

"You have a nice body for a CEO," she said.

"Come. Let me examine you more thoroughly."

He stepped forward. Inspecting his six foot frame she first noticed is well toned muscular physique and trim waist. However it was his genitals and amazed her. His cock was beautiful and she immediately grabbed it. Fondling his shaft she took it casually into her mouth as she had done with so many cocks before running her tongue expertly around the soft underbelly. She felt it grow and harden instantly. That was a good sign. She loved a responsive cock and every promising submissive always came equipped with a cock ready to please. Martin was no different in this regard. And his was a nice eight-incher; that was a bonus she hadn't been aware of when they were together in Stowe.

But it was his testicles that she fell in love with. Studying them like the scientist she was, she knelt examining each one.

"Oh my!" She gasped.

She had never seen testicles of this size. Framing the underside of his beautiful shaft they hung, big and glorious and literally the size of tennis balls.

"I've never seen anything like them. They're huge. Oh, Martin, they're beautiful."

He smiled.

"Thank you. They run in my family," he said nonchalant. "My brother and I think all of the men on my dad's side of the family have oversized balls. I know dad and grandpa do anyway. I've seen theirs when we I was a little boy at the lake."

Michelle raised her eyebrows in curiosity.

"No, it wasn't like that. There was a shower area that we could rinse the lake water off after we finished swimming and men and boys would all shower together. There weren't any curtains and I noticed dad and grandpa's balls were bigger than everyone else. That's all."

Michelle smiled and kissed his balls warmly. She continued to fondle his while he shared this revelation, feeling the weight, size and shape and wondering just how much cum these big boys held.

"You would look so hot all locked up with those babies hanging down underneath the cage. I just might have to do that."

Michelle smiled with her newfound discovery. She leaned back, satisfied with his body and attributes and commanded him to sit. "Now tell me about what you were thinking the other day. You were just saying something about San Francisco."

He shared how he wished there was a city like there are living in the Bay area; a city of dominant women and submissive men. It was the only way this lifestyle would ever find a foothold. He believed that for the foreseeable future, there would always be thousands of Martins sneaking into studio's to see the thousands of Mistress Sharon's to have fun and express their submissiveness but remain afraid to go public with their feelings. He believed that the femdom community had so much to contribute to society because of the values of obedience, leadership, mutual devotion and a healthy sexual relationship that serve as core values of all femdom relationships. He also felt others needed to see the intrinsic value of letting a woman lead. He wished for hundreds, no thousands of women to be free to demonstrate leadership not only at home but also in education, business, economics, healthcare and politics. He knew firsthand while working with so many women at his company and with Deb, his VP just how much insight and foresight they brought to the table. They were collaborative, reflective and wise. He had benefited from that corporately and new society would as well if women everywhere were ever given the chance to spread their wings universally.

"Then create your own city."

"What"

"Create one. You have enough money."

"Buy a city and fill it with all the dominant and submissives you can find," Michelle said more adamantly.

"That sounds like a great idea but it won't ever work. There are too many variables. It's not important enough for the average person to leave all they have just to move to a city that shares a lifestyle they enjoy. I wish I knew the answer."

Michelle smiled. "OK, I don't mean to change the subject, but I never told you why I am in New York."


The Science Experiment Ch. 01



"No you didn't Why are you?"

She stroked his cock. "I'm glad I got to know you," she said casually. 

"Me too. Can't you tell?"

She leaned over and took him again in her mouth. "You have a mighty fine cock and an amazing pair of balls Marty."

"Only my mother calls me Marty," he teased. 

"And now your Mistress does too," She said presumptuously.

"Whatever you want."

She could see the obvious glint of hope in his eyes. "Oh, I'll want something a little later, "she said arching an eyebrow, "but let me tell you why I am here. It's amazing."

She went on to share about the experiments she had been doing with her gene research. She had successfully performed gene modification on fruit flies, mice, rats, cats, dogs and monkeys. Not only had the same process worked on all species the changes she made continue to remain.

"You found the master switch?" He asked hopefully.

She beamed. "I did! I really did. I've done basic experiments but I've tried a lot of different thing and every one of them has worked flawlessly."

"That's incredible! Who knows?"

"No one yet. A few of my colleagues have suspicions but I've kept things pretty much under wraps. I am going to announce my findings tomorrow at a convention over on the East Side. Want to come?"

"Love too. Wouldn't ever think of not being there!" He said excitedly." Michelle this is fantastic news. I am so happy for you." He kissed her and she immediately penetrated his mouth with her tongue reminding him who wore the pants in their blossoming relationship. Martin opened his mouth willingly to let her explore at will.

Pulling away she added, "It is, but here's what I was thinking while you were talking about your dream San Francisco." She took a deep breath and exhaled. "So what if you built this city..."

He frowned, interrupting her thought.

"No, just listen. What if you built a city? I mean like built it from the ground up. Plan the city; do the construction, set up the infrastructure... do it all. I mean everything. And then you bring in the people, regular people and employ them in your solar plant. Once they are there I modify their genes and turn them into the dominant women and submissive men you've always wanted. I can make your San Francisco happen Martin. Now wouldn't that be cool!"

"Sounds perfect but how can I do it?"

"I think it will be easy. All I'd need to do is get one genetically modified stem cell into them and bam!" she said, "Their history. I could change them however I wanted - I think."

"You could?"

"Yea, I think I could. So like," she got all excited and turned toward him. "Let's say you wanted every guy to have submissive traits. Well then I would modify the Y chromosome genes. There's like ten or fifteen of them that control that on the Y. And then let's say you wanted all your guys to have nice cocks. A girl loves a nice cock, you know, so then I'd change," she stared off into space and thought for a moment. "I'd change gene 16Dx43 and if I wanted a more bulbous head on that cock I could alter 16Dx44." 

"You know this stuff that well?"

"I can picture it. I've been mapping them for years so yes, I do."

"And could I ask you to change gene 4Fe34?" he said? "You know, the one that promotes nice size breasts so everyone could look as beautiful as you."

Michelle laughed. "I might let you do that," she giggled. "4Fe34," she mused. "Where did you come up with that number?"

Laughing he said, "First thing that popped into my head."

"Nice try but there is no such gene as that and besides, breasts are on chromosome 11."

"Ahh, I must have been sleeping during that lecture. I thought they were on number four."

"You never went to that lecture! You were stuck in some math class solving equations that took up three white boards."

They laughed. 

"But seriously, I could do this and I'd definitely make all the guys have balls like yours. Maybe even bigger. They're amazing!" She paused and then capriciously asked, "Where do you want to build your city?"

"Russia. Let's build it in some beautiful part of Russia."

"Why Russia?"

"It wouldn't have to be in Russia but it would need to be someplace where there's a real desire to leave a life of poverty and oppression. There's too much money in the United States; too much going on in people's lives for them to want to flock by the thousands to some experimental city. It's got to be somewhere else; somewhere where there are lots of people who would be willing to start a new life - even if they had no idea they would really be your guinea pigs."

She listened intently realizing the truth in his words.

He continued, "How about I work out a deal with Putin to construct the largest Generation 3 solar cell factory there. If he will give me land and let me build a city of my own design I'll pay him handsomely?"

"So, just like that. You'll get one of the most powerful men in the world to give you a chunk of prime real estate, and then tell him you want to build a city and a plant to produce your solar cells. And you think he will agree?"

Martin laughed. "Money talks Mistress. Money talks. And Russia desperately needs money."

"OK, so let's say he does agree. If he does, I'll need a health clinic where I can vaccinate everyone, just like we do here in the States. In one of those vaccines I'll add the stem cells."

"Then we will have to make medical care free to make sure we get everyone."

"Think you have enough money to make that happen?" she asked.

"I think so. I might have to wait on getting that new Harley," he teased, "but if I do, I think I can swing free medical care for a few hundred thousand."

"Martin, when you make your deal, be sure you get your city annexed so you aren't subject to Russian law. You know, officially separate it; kind of like the Vatican."

He laughed. They both laughed. "Anything else you need me to get him to agree on?"

"That's all for now. I think I need to go to bed. I have a big day tomorrow and you have something you need to do for me" She arched an eyebrow once more.

"Oh." He said. 

"When you make that 'O face' with your mouth, make sure you have your tongue sticking out. It will feel better that way," she teased. And with that she took him to bed, put him between her legs and let him treat her to many, many minutes of oral servitude. Martin was in heaven - and so was Michelle. 

From that point on, their relationship blossomed and by late summer they were married. Meanwhile, Marvin remained obsessed with the idea of a femdom city and for the next few months worked relentlessly on it. Hiring city planners, medical, engineering, economic and other experts he told them he expected results and that the city would be progressive, forward thinking, environmentally friendly, and beautiful. He wanted it to be like no other. He paid everyone handsomely and together this think-tank, containing some of the greatest minds in the world, along with an army of grunts, put a plan together before the year's end. 

The following year he had Putin on board and his dream became a reality. It took another two years to construct the city and when it was finished it was more beautiful, more lavish, and more of everything than Michelle or Martin had ever dreamed. It was perfect. 

The lure of getting people to leave all they had of course was financial and the promise of a better life with more money and better living conditions. The solar factory paid wages allowing all who came to live an upper-class life - something rarely seen in a communist dominated society where most lived in poured concrete apartments or small country hovels earning a minimum wage. Seeing advertisements of two story brick homes of 3-4,000 square feet, and in a small city with marble faced buildings, wide clean streets, parks and gardens galore and all powered by solar energy resulted in an overwhelming response. Within two days after starting a mass-media campaign the plant no longer accepted applications. It had all the workers it needed. The solar factory was set to employ 3500 workers but its presence attracted ten times that number. The rest that came were business owners, doctors, nurses, teachers, laborers, both skilled and unskilled, accountants, attorneys and more. Within no time a city of 10,000 swelled to over 150,000. It was perfect and exactly what Michelle wanted.

By this time Martin was a changed man. Well, then again, Michelle was a changed woman too. After sharing her groundbreaking news of the promising genetic changes she believed possible she went to work on testing her theory. A year to the day later, after extensive experimentation on hundreds of animals she injected Martin and then her. Change abounded. In some areas it took only a month. In other ways the changes were slower but definitely progressive. Their thoughts were altered first. That only made sense since thoughts were chemically controlled and it didn't take long for those chemical sequences to change. She became more confident, more authoritative, more dominant, and more beautiful in personality. Martin loved the new Shell and Shell loved the new Martin. His submissive side blossomed. He remained just as fun and energetic as ever but his dependence and deference to her grew. 

The change impacted them both significantly and pulled them so close as a couple. Physically she became even more beautiful - if that were possible. Her skin became like that of a teenager, her breasts grew more but had no sag in them whatsoever. It was like she was 22; her pussy responded with increased wetness when aroused but most interesting was the changes in her facial features. Others could still see the resemblance to the old Michelle but she looked more - more Eastern European or Russian - and so gorgeous. Everyone noticed the change. Her body and appearance transformed to that of the perfect woman. Her lips got a wee bit plumper, her cheekbones a little more pronounced making her face more heart shaped. And her eyes - they became - well - just beautiful. She could subdue any man she wanted. Martin developed similar facial changes. His muscles hypertrophied and in a years' time he fit the fantasy of what Michelle had always dreamed of in the man she wanted. And to top it off his cock and balls were, well, they were perfect. More than perfect. They were - well, she had a hard time coming up with descriptors to describe just how beautiful the bigger balls and bigger thicker more responsive cock now was. In any event, let's just say that when that cock was inside her she felt things she never knew she could. It was an existential experience and one that completely blew her mind every time she fucked him. She loved it so much she slipped inside her all the time - and once again, Martin was in heaven.

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The plan was so farfetched that even Martin wasn't sure it would work. Yet it did. Not only was it a success, it materialized into something above and beyond anything either Michelle or Martin had ever dreamed. As soon as the plant was ready to open, Michelle moved her family halfway around the world. They settled in their new home and it was there where they raised Maya, their firstborn and one who was conceived a year after Michelle first announced the fact that she had found the Master Switch, something that earned her a Nobel Peace Prize the following year. By the time Maya reached the age of 18 they had been living there over 15 years.

Testeekul pronounced "tes-tee-cul" formally named by Michelle in honor of her husbands' magnificent balls, became a thriving city. Michelle's theory had worked and during the years commencing since that first influx of inhabitants, she had slowly changed each citizen from the inside out. That single stem cell she injected multiplied many millions of time until it had infiltrated every cell. New DNA structures replaced old and soon changes could be seen. Everyone changed for the better in the eyes of Michelle and Martin. In a way it became a type of Stepford Wives city. It wasn't like everyone suddenly looked and acted identically. Michelle had altered maybe 250-300 genes of the 100,000 she could've changed. Each alteration revealed itself in a myriad of expressions much like eye color does. Blue eyes is but one gene expression yet blue-eyed people express that gene in a 1000 different shades of blue, hazel, gray and green. In the same way, Michelle's changes expressed themselves similarly and so folk maintained their individuality.

Testeekul was set on Russia's southwest side amidst beautiful rolling hills, a large river and temperate climate. It was annexed from the mainland just as Michelle requested years earlier. Martin agreed to give the government 45% of his profits for the right to maintain the annex, an ungodly high number, but one he knew they would not refuse. In return Testeekul became sovereign, free to exist, rule, legislate and interact with other governments as it wished.

And so ends a long introduction without much sex. What follows is the story Maya and others who grew up with thousands of other men and women now expressing dominant or submissive traits. Testeekul was indeed unique for within the city limits were over 75,000 of the most beautiful and dominant females and an equal number of handsome and submissive males cohabiting peacefully and symbiotically. 

To be continued...

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The Science Experiment Ch. 02



The year is approximately 2035. The place, somewhere in Western Russia, somewhere between Ukraine and Kazakhstan. This chapter focuses on the daughter of Michelle and Martin, introduced in the previous chapter. Enjoy!

The Science Experiment: Maya 1st first day at work Chapter 2

Maya walked from her home on the West side of town. Today she'd start her first job since graduating three weeks previous. She had just completed a PhD program in molecular genetics. She was a child prodigy, gifted in so many ways and followed in the footsteps of her mother. Graduating high school at 14, college at 16 and completing her dissertation two years later Michelle hoped she'd one day take over as head of research at the Testeekul Institute of Genetic Research but after many days of discussion convinced Maya she needed to learn about all the aspects of this growing area of science and not begin and end her employment cooped up in some laboratory staring into microscopes and analyzing electron microscope images. Michelle knew her daughter too well and she needed to have fun and yet still do something of importance. She was brilliant, probably more gifted than she but she was only 18 and still a kid in many ways. And besides, one of the values Michelle wanted to see her develop further was that of using her naturally dominant personality to control men. She'd be the head of a home someday with a submissive contracted to be her slave and she needed practical training before those days ensued. For now though, she needed to enjoy life and create some distance from academia. As much as Michelle knew she'd eventually contribute immensely to furthering the research at the Institute, she had many years ahead of her in which to pursue that avenue.

Maya was a dynamo. At 5'8" she was physically beautiful and in fact amazingly so. Although of Anglo-Saxon heritage she looked like the other citizens of the city. Her mother, always thinking two steps ahead of everyone implanted stem cells into both her and her submissive's body prior to getting pregnant insuring that Maya would have certain biological predispositions. One such trait was to have the structural features of Eastern European females since Russia would be where she would be raised. By the time Michelle was with child both she and Martin both looked quite European. It hadn't taken the injected stem cells long to produce the physical changes needed to permit them to meld with a new group of friends and associates they would soon be living with. 

As Maya grew, her changes became more evident. She had a delicate heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, beautiful brown eyes and full lips. As she matured as a teenager, her slender figure became shapely, strong and voluptuous just like her mother's. She had quite the 'babe' physique and had a personality no male could intimidate. Even Michelle applauded her handiwork whenever she took the time to really enjoy Maya's physical beauty. She was a busty, tall, athletic thing and had enough self-confidence to champion three females. 

Years ago Maya remembered Mom telling her that she hardly ever did research anymore. "Honey, she'd often remember her saying, "If I do nothing else, discover nothing more, and make no further advances in genetic research I will leave this world a content female. I've done more than a hundred could do in a lifetime and I did it all by the time I was 31." 

Yes, Michelle was an amazing female. And she had guts. Not only did she implant variant cells into her body she injected her husband. Her mom and dad were the first human subjects to be injected and she did so knowing that whatever changes those stem cells made, she'd likely not be able to undo any unwanted ones. It wasn't physical traits she wanted to change in her and her husband's body but emotional and psychological ones. She knew she would need both her gifted intellectual abilities as well as the strength to lead and serve as a role model for other females that she'd soon live next to, work with professionally, and interact with civically. It was one thing to have a dream of turning thousands of females into dominant, confident leaders and men into loving content submissives. To do so she needed the strength to lead and decided to alter her genetic makeup in such a way as to ensure that. In the process Maya was cast a similar fate - or as her mom viewed it, was given a similar gift and as she grew she revealed progressively more dominant traits.

Within a few years after their move, getting the healthcare facility up and running and making sure all immigrants to Testeekul had been medically screened and vaccinated, Michelle turned the clinic over to other capable females to run. She found herself more involved politically serving as Chair of the City Council of the Wise, and as a consultant to several other significant Boards. In this way she helped both to extend the influence of femdom values that she and Martin wanted set in place as well as model true female leadership to other females seeking prominent and lesser roles of leadership throughout the city. 

Maya walked another two blocks. The sidewalks were filled with males and females on their way to work. Turning the corner she located the facility that would become the home of her first job. Above the three sets of double doors she read, "Lavender Incorporated: Division of Extraction and Storage". The facility was a three-story marble building covering about one half of a city block and employing over six hundred females and another 500 Bulls. Maya's mother recommended she begin her career here and of course made the call to have her hired. Michelle Lavender had connections, and in fact owned the company. Entering, Maya spoke with a young female in the lobby who directed her to the Extraction Wing on the second floor. It was there where she met Nadia a beautiful brunette not much older than she. After initial introductions she escorted Maya to the uniform room and gave her several outfits.

"We are all required to wear company attire. Professional dress is something that the managers of each unit are sticklers about but we all love what they have designed for us. Every outfit is cute and sexy and serves its purpose well with the bulls with whom we spend our day. From now on, you need to wear one of these. Here, why don't you try on this one? It's one of my favorites."

Changing in a separate alcove Maya returned. 

"Oh Maya, you look fantastic." 

"I love it too! Mom never told me I would be dressing in such fun outfits."

"Oh, the fun is just starting. Turn around, let me take a look at you." As Maya showed off her skimpy dress, Nadia made modest adjustments, tugging the front open a little further, revealing a little more breast, and pulling a tab snugger to lift the bottom hem another inch so that half of her ass could be seen more clearly.

The white dress initially looked like a typical nurse's outfit seen in most every hospital but that's where the similarities ended. The dress was short, not even covering her ass and was cut to expose most all of her generous breasts. Nadia oohed and aahed. 

"You're not too bad looking either," Maya said feeling full of life.

Indeed she was right. A tall female gifted with perfect legs, thin hips and DD cups Nadia had jaw dropping beauty. Bending down to help Maya into her heels, her tits hung beautifully. Neither female wore a bra or panties as that was not conducive to effective and efficient work nor was it part of the required work uniform.

"Now, slip into your heels, the four inch heels lengthened her legs and gave her a feeling of power."

"Come on, let me show you around. You do know what we do here don't you?"

"Actually I don't. Mom told me I'd enjoy working here and that the job never was the same from day to day but she wouldn't tell me what I'd be doing."

"Well then you are in for a surprise! Do you like sex?"

"Of course, what female doesn't?"

"Then you are going to love it here."

"Doing what exactly?"

Ignoring her probing, Nadia explained, "You mother is right about things being both the same and different. The females, I mean the extraction assistants or extractioners as we call them, do perform the same duties daily. However, the personal interchange with the donors is never the same and that makes things fun, interesting and sometimes challenging."

"Rewarding too?" Maya asked naively. 

"Oh yes! Extremely rewarding. C'mon, let me show you around."

The two young females once more entered the facility, passing many who were similarly dressed. Everyone she saw was beautiful but then, every female living in Testeekul was attractive. These females though represented the far right of the bell curve when it came to the physical attributes with which they were endowed. Most all wore outfits like those Nadia had given her although several extractioners were completely naked, save for their heels. 

"There must be a reason for the dress of those hotties," she said pointing to ten or so voluptuous beauties interacting comfortably wearing nothing but heels. 

"There is." Nadia said laughing. "And I forgot to tell you, dressing only in heels is considered appropriate dress."

"I can come to work naked if I want?"

Yes, if you want to let everyone see that fantastic body of yours you have the blessing of management."

So why were they naked anyway?"

"Follow me. It's easier for you to see them working then it is to explain. Down this way."

"So, the purpose of this entire complex," Nadia began, "is the extraction of semen from Bull donors. You must have heard about the recent use of sperm as a gene carrier."

Maya shook her head in acknowledgement, having discussed this very thing with her mother some time ago. It was Mother's latest revolutionary idea and Maya knew a fair amount about what she was involved with now, at least from a laboratory perspective. 

"Well, this latest field of genetic modification is called Bulls eye Therapy.

"Tacky name," Maya said with a giggle.

"I know but it is an adequate descriptor nevertheless. As you know," she continued, now standing outside a locked door, "the purpose of sperm cells is to carry DNA to an egg. What your mom and her colleagues learned is these same 'swimmers' can be bathed in various solutions, which I don't fully understand what that means, but after being bathed they can then survive quite a while in other body fluids and tissues. For example, if physicians want to combat lymphoma, the offending cells are cancer cells that attack the white blood cells found in blood, lymphatic fluid or tissues. Sperm can be bathed so as to survive hours swimming in each of these environments and have an innate ability to find the cancerous cells, mate with them rendering them useless. If the process is repeated many times the cancerous cells eventually die and the patient recovers. 

"I've had some classes on this stuff and found it fascinating." Maya said.

"I know. Not too many years ago these same patients were treated with radiation or chemotherapy and although both methods worked they destroyed so many healthy cells. Using modified sperm converted to swimmers enables oncologists to target precisely the tissue they want without destroying healthy cells. This treatment protocol is unique and growing and soon will be used worldwide. It's the hope of Lavender Incorporated to capitalize on this burgeoning field and make millions if not billions. To do so we need sperm and we need a lot of it. Fortunately we have been blessed in Testeekul with males having testicles that far exceed the size of those found in other races, and geographical locales. 

Maya smiled a knowing smile. "I know. Our guys have such beautiful balls. I saw an X-rated movie not so long ago that was filmed in the States and the pornstars there had these tiny balls. They looked so weird, kind of like something was missing from their anatomy."

Both females giggled and Nadia shared another story about guys she had seen online and thought the same thing. "And their cocks are so skinny too!"

"Come with me," Nadia said opening the door. "This is where phase-one and phase-two takes place. Phase-one of our program is donor recruitment. We do have several females who serve as Bull hunters and they bring in some great specimens but because we advertize so heavily and compensate so well, most of the best donors find us rather than having to be discovered and recruited. 

"Is this a part-time gig like giving blood?"

"Oh no. Once a donor is accepted by Lavender they become the property of the company until they are no longer of value to us. So this is a full-time venture for these males. For the Bulls," she corrected. "But they are paid $100,000/year for their services."

"Wow that is fantastic money!"

"It is considering the average citizen outside the city makes $7,000 annually. We pay them so well because the value of their specimen can be worth millions. When looking at it from that perspective, it's money well spent; which leads us to phase-two. Phase-two begins once a perspective Bull walks through the front door. After learning of the commitment expected, the change in residence required, dietary requirements, daily routines, legal ramifications and compensation any Bull considering acceptance must produce a sample. That sample must be extracted by one of our extractioners."

"Why is that? Why can't they jerk off themselves?"

"They could but what we've learned is that Extractioners can generally generate a yield of 20% to 40% more than a novice masturbator with each extraction. Those naked females you saw earlier were probably employed as phase-two extractioners. They do a great job in harvesting all available semen. Lavender has slowly raised their standards over the years. Currently a sample of 300 ml is required and must have a sperm count to milliliter ratio of 1,000,000/1 or greater and have a motility rating of 4.5 or above. Back when I first started working here we accepted Bulls that donated as little as 200 ml. It seems that over time, the young men of Testeekul have evolved in this way as we have more than enough 300-plussers."

Maya asked. "I'm not getting the reason why you need an Extractor to help with getting a sample."

Nadia smiled. "Have you ever gotten sick and thrown up?"

"Sure."

"Did you throw up more than once?"

"Yep. It was horrible."

"Ejaculation is the same way. When a man ejaculates he releases the bulk of his semen but he has the ability to release more - just like when you threw up there was still more in your stomach."

"OK."

"What the extractioners are so good at is getting a Bull to release most all, if not all, of his holdings in one ejaculation."

"And why is that so important"

"It's important because the less time the semen sample is exposed to ambient air the less risk there is to oxidation of the fragile sperm. They remain healthier, stay motile longer, and retain their swimming properties better. It's just a win-win for everyone," and she added, "and we've learned that the by completely emptying them in this way their body adapts by producing even more semen. We have 200ers that we accepted that not produce over 400 now. It took them some time but that's what good extraction techniques do to a Bull's semen production.

"I can see the reason why the company wants this but where is the 'win-win for the extractioner and Bull?"

"Oh, you are in for a treat. Come on female! That's where the fun begins."

"Come on. We can watch an initial extraction being done. I think Anna and Mitza have a Bull they're about finished with."

The two sexy females entered through another set of double doors. The sign on the door read, "Initial Extractions Straight Ahead" Immediately they could hear sounds of moans, cries, giggles, cheers and other voices uttering words of encouragement. 

"Don't you love that sound?" Nadia asked.

"What is it? But yes, the males moaning sound wonderful indeed!" She added.

"It's the sound of the Bulls about to donate. Hurry."

They passed room after room as they walked briskly down a hall that seemed to go on forever. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows on both sides permitted full view of each Extraction room, or concubine as the females often referred to them by. Each was furnished simply. A uniquely designed padded table filled the middle. It was short; maybe three feet in length, but had individual extensions to which both arms, legs and head could rest. Two chairs, various medical equipment, counters and cabinets completed the room. About half the rooms remained empty. The rest were occupied by a bull and two Extractioners. Each Bull lay strapped. Arms and legs bound and their body naked. Two extractioners attended each Bull and wore only heels. They worked in teams, one at the cock, and the other at the head. The Bull's beauty lay in the size and girth of their cocks and balls. Most cocks were in the ten to twelve inch range and thick! Their testicles of course set them apart. Maya noticed some with orbs nearing the size of baseballs and made her smile delightfully. The extractioners were beautiful; blondes, brunettes, red-heads and strawberry blonds. All were in their twenties, had silky smooth skin, full breasts, smooth pussies and perfect figures. Most importantly of all was the fact that they expressed their dominance well using their authority on each Bull who was born and bred to be submissive in nature. Despite their physical size, a Bull's mind was wired to bend to the will of the superior sex in whose power they lay.

"Here they are," Nadia stated. "Let's watch these two. They are great extractioners."

The females entered an emotionally charged room. "Hi Anna, Hi Mitza. Don't let us interrupt," Nadia said gleefully. "I'm taking a first timer on a facility tour."

"Michael, lucky you," Mitza cooed, "You have some visitors that want to watch you cum. Don't disappoint them."

Michael groaned once more in pleasure. Between his legs and sitting comfortably in a chair was Anna. The Bulls legs were spread wide. His balls hung down off the edge of the table and his cock towered upward. She held it in both hands. It was so thick that she could not completely reach around it with just one of her petite hands. She fondled him gently and alternately ran her tongue up the length of his beautiful shaft.

Anna smiled making eye contact with Maya who sat watching. "The goal here is to get them to the edge and keep them there for at least an hour. They give us the best possible sample that way."

"Looks like fun."

"It is. I love the Bulls. Guys are great, but in here, we get to play with the cream of the crop."

"Ha!" Maya called laughing, "Nice pun."

"Watch, I'll get him really close this time. Watch right here." She pointed to two areas on either side of his scrotum. "Come, I want you to see this."

Maya knelt next to Anna. "To get him as close as possible without cumming you look for subtle contractions right there. Now watch - and listen. He's going to love it!"

"OK Mitza let's do this."

Mitza giggled and offered the Bull a breast to suck on. "Gently," she warned.

Anna opened her mouth as wide as she could and took his cock in her mouth fondling it with her tongue. Taking her time she sucked, licked, kissed and nibbled. Meanwhile Mitza kept up a steady stream of words, encouraging and taunting relentlessly. Soon he stirred, straining against the restraints. His moans of pleasure increased in volume and Anna pointed to his balls. Maya watched them contract, slowly drawing closer to his cock. 

"Play with them," Anna said taking the cock out of your mouth long enough to talk. "Go ahead." 

Without hesitation Maya grabbed his sack and felt the weight of his storage tanks. Meanwhile the other females stimulated his senses - both auditory and touch. As the balls drew immovably tight against his cock, Maya took the liberty to lick them. Above she could see Anna doing the same to his shaft, all the while keeping one hand in continual contact with 'that' spot.




The Science Experiment Ch. 02



Michael nearly screamed, begging them to let him cum. "See how much fun this is?" Mitza said. Her breasts dangled deliciously over the Bull's face. One nipple remained hidden between his lips as he greedily sucked on the perky tip. 

Maya grinned oblivious to Michael's desire for release. It wasn't about Michael. Nothing had to do with him – ever. Rather the two females had a job to do and intended to enjoy their time with him while the specimen remained secured to the table, and who was for all practical purposes, nothing more than a play-toy. Anna licked one last time. She nestled her head next to Maya's and stroked the soft vein on the underside, while the begging continued. 

"He's really close. I'm going to get him a little closer. Watch right there and listen. They almost always let you know when they're about to explode."

Anna's hand never stopped moving up and down his slippery cock. Expertly she fondled it warmly, almost lovingly. She kissed it several times, holding it every now and then between her ever-flowing hand and stationary cheek. 

The Bull's begging continued, the moans intensifying and the cries becoming more panicky. "Please, pleeeease, oh, faster, I beg you Mistress, please don't torture me any longer, I can't bear it. Oh, I've never felt anything like this; please let me cu-umm."

Maya smiled. She kissed his balls but Anna halted her immediately. "Not too much. He's just - about - there, she said slowly. Just then he twitched. On either side of his balls, just as Anna had predicted his skin drew inward, almost imperceptibly but enough so that Maya saw what she was talking about. Immediately Anna withdrew both hands instantaneously, signaling to Mitza that he had arrived. Both females stepped away removing all stimulation. Meanwhile Maya watched in amazement as his balls jumped, heaved, and vibrated. His cock pulsated and his begging progressed to yelling. He looked to be in so much pain. He lay literally splayed into an X, his arms and legs stretched wide apart. Maya could see the strain in his groin muscles because his legs were stretched so far apart. Yet he was alone. He could see no one and felt nothing any longer. He was left struggling to cum but could do nothing to bring that to fruition. For well over a minute after Anna had withheld contact he tensed, moaned and begged. Finally the wave passed and he settled appearing exhausted.

"Nice job females!" Nadia complimented. "That was well done don't you think Maya?"

"I loved it. It looks like way more fun that torturing some college guy on a Friday night."

Mitza laughed. "It's because they are bulls. Bulls respond differently than what walks around on the street. Their ejaculatory sequence differs."

"I had no idea," Maya said amazed. "I mean I thought they were all the same. This is so cool!"

She saw recognition in the other three as they looked to one another and then burst into laughs. 

"She's caught the itch! I think she will love working here," beamed Nadia. 

"Oh yea," Agreed Mitza. "She'll fit in her with the rest of us just fine. I can just tell."

Mitza stood and approached Michael. His eyes were closed and his cock hung limply although still amazingly large. I think it's time to get our sample. "Females, I think we are ready to see if this guy meets minimum standards. Care to place a bet?"

"Oh yea, he's got to. I mean look at the size of his balls?" Maya said confidently.

"I don't know. I think he will be close," challenged Anna. 

The other females had similar reservations. Methodically they prepared to receive his specimen. Anna lubricated a plastic line with glycerin and inserted several inches of it into the Bull's cock. Mitza connected the other end to a glass container which was attached to some type of device.

"OK, let's do this!"

Quickly they repeated the same process they had been doing for the past hour or more. Michael responded, quickly growing to his full length. Anna stroked, licked and fondled his cock while Mitza tended to him psychologically. In no time the Bull's moans resumed making everyone smile. Anna started massaging his prostate while sucking all around the cock head. The unabated ministrations by these two young goddesses soon had him pulling against the leather straps. His grunts increased in intensity as he knew he was going to be permitted a release and his muscles tightened. 

Finally he tensed every muscle in his body and cried out, "Ooooooohhhhhh Yesssssss! Ooooooohhhhhh Yeessssss!"

Semen poured through the thick tube and ran down into the glass vial. And it kept coming and coming. Maya stared amazed as the white liquid flowed and watched the level rise, 1, 2, 3 4, 5 ounces and it kept coming.

"He needs to get over 10 to be accepted," Anna said matter of fact.

"It's still coming. Look how much he's giving!"

"Not enough yet but he's getting there."

Six, seven, eight, nine ounces... and then it stopped. Anna milked his prostate and stroked his cock trying to help him reach minimum standards. But it was not to be. 

"Turn on the vacuum," Nadia said.

Anna flipped a switched and watched as white liquid rapidly flowed through the tube and then stopped. 

"That's it. He's drained. 9.5 ounces. That's 19 ml short."

"He didn't make it?" Maya asked surprised he hadn't. "That isn't enough?

"No it's not. We have several 400 Bulls in the next wing and a ton of 300-ers."

"Do you just let him go?"

Mitza smiled. "Yep, he's back out on the street. He'll be paid for his time of course but he's not a keeper. But we have a tradition here."

Anna agreed. "We sure do."

"What's that?"

"Let's just say we have a carry-in-carry-out policy," Mitza said giggling. Anna came to her with the specimen and tube in hand.

"OK submissive. You don't have a choice about this. Do what you were told to do in the registration area earlier." She handed him the tube still attached to the glass vial containing the better part of a pint of cum. 

"Yes ma'am I want to obey the superior sex."

All four females smiled. "Suck," Mitza said.

Obediently he did while Anna, Mitza, Maya and Nadia watch the liquid rapidly diminish.

When he paused to take a breath, Anna snapped, "Swallow. Everything goes down the hatch sub!"

"Yes ma'am."

Everyone watched as the milky fluid flowed back through the plastic tube and vanished. He swallowed several times but never winched or complained. He was like every male in Testeekul, ready and willing to obey the females who ordered him around. It was just the way life was for a Testeekul male – and the way it was for the females too. Everyone understood life as it was meant to be but that didn't mean that the females ever tired of watching a strappingly strong male drink his own cum like they would a vanilla milkshake. 

"That's it. Good male. Drink it like the submissive you are."

"This is so nice to watch," stated Nadia. "Every time I watch a bull drink his cum before he leaves us it reminds me of how blessed I am to live where I do."

Maya nodded in agreement and with a bit more understanding than the rest of the sultry females she was with exactly why they all felt that way. Mom made all this happen. She engineered males to be content as the lesser citizens. Lesser was probably not the right word she thought because they were quite content, even fulfilled to live as they did. They all knew from birth, without ever needing to be taught that they were born to serve us females.

In time the vial was emptied and the sound of air mixed with cum made it sound like he had finished a soft drink. Mitza opened the glass jar.

"Stick your finger in there and get it all out.""

He did as he was told and in another minute only a translucent film covered some parts of the glass. Without further word they discarded the glass and tube, released the straps and opened the door.

"Out the door. Down the hall and through the double doors. You will be paid there. Thanks Michael," Mitza said politely.

After he left Mitza added, "Company line. We tell every rejection the same thing."

"Mom," Maya thought. "Polite and yet always in control and reminding everyone else she is. I wonder if that was something she came up with."

"Well, that's what phase-two extractors do Maya," Nadia said. "Ready to see what goes on in the phase-three hall?"

"Oh yes! I can't wait."

After hugs and a little informal conversation the two females left to see what happens to accepted bulls. Mitza and Anna went to retrieve their next candidate.

Nadia and Maya left the processing section where prospective Bulls were evaluated and entered another wing on the second floor. Passing through yet another set of double doors the sign read "Extraction Wing". Nadia guided her new employee into a changing area where they removed their uniforms. 

"It's more fun if we are naked," Nadia spoke, completely comfortable in her nudity with Maya. Of course having a stacked chest on such a thin and shapely figure didn't hurt, not that what Nadia saw in Maya was any less appealing. Both were absolutely beautiful females. 

"Keep your heels on," Nadia commented. "Company policy."

Maya slipped them back on after hanging up her outfit. "I like wearing them. They make me feel more powerful and I like being closer to six feet too." 

"You look beautiful with or without them."

"So, why are we naked?" Maya asked curiously.

"In this wing it's all about arousal. The Bulls in here have been trained to respond to various stimuli and the better we can keep them aroused, the better they perform."

Exiting the changing room by another set of doors the beauties stood once more in a long hallway that was set up pretty much like the previous one. The concubines lined either side and like the Processing Wing, each had floor to ceiling windows that permitted anyone walking by.

"There are 300 rooms on this wing and another 200 on another."

"Wow, no wonder why there are so many employees."

What struck Maya beside room after room of Bulls, some strapped to tables, some secured to the wall and still others cuffed and leashed to an I-bolt by a chain to their neck, were the sounds. The sounds of grown males crying, moaning, pleading and grunting almost overwhelmed her initially. The noise shocked her and she stood still after passing but four or five rooms.

Nadia stopped next to her and said, "I love this wing if for nothing else than to hear what the females are doing to them."

"What do you mean?"

"Control Maya. I love dominating a male, especially the big powerful ones like are on this wing."

"Me too," said Maya, "but to hear so many in distress..... I've never heard anything like it. It's overpowering."

"I think it's quite empowering. Depends on your perspective don't you think?"

"I guess it does," she said relaxing as she accustomed herself to the new sounds.

"The distress they are in is a good distress. The sexual torment they are kept in is something they both love and hate it all the same."

"So what goes on in here exactly?" She said watching a naked female stroke a bull until his balls tightened for the umpteenth time today.

"Have you ever played with a guy before? You know, like sexually played with them?"

"Of course! Hasn't every female done that in Middle School?"

"Yes they have, but have you done enough to really know what you're doing and come to enjoy it?"

"It's one of my favorite pastimes," Maya said smiling deviously. "One of my favorites is to play with a guy and bring him right to the edge and then leave him. I mean really leave him. Like walk away."

Nadia laughed. "OK, so you do. Well, that's what goes on here. These Bulls are teased relentlessly for at least twelve hours daily but it's done with a purpose in mind."

"Sperm production?"

"Exactly. Every Bull on these two wings is the bread and butter of the company. Everyone is worth well over a million dollars American and some quite a bit more. 

I'm going to let you walk around and watch. Each female has her own style but they all have the same agenda. Any time they see a Bull not completely hard with his balls drawn tight against his cock they arouse him and then move onto another. They don't spend time with just one but rather float from room to room and enjoy as many as possible. It's more fun for the females and the Bulls never get use to being teased by the same female."

"Sounds like fun."

"It is! You watch for awhile and then if you want, feel free to play with them. The Strokers will enjoy your help. Just don't push the Bull too far. Their sperm is really valuable."

Maya nodded in understanding and turned to watch a black-haired female in her mid-twenties suck cock. The Bull had been tied to a St. Andrews cross. What Maya loved seeing was the creativity of this Stroker who had wedged several pillows between the Bull and cross forcing his hips to remain thrust forward. Not only did it make his cock jut out more prominently but drew the muscles in his arms and legs tighter. Maya admired the look. She stood with her legs spread and hands on her hips and watched. The Bull's eyes were fixed on her and it brought an imperceptible smile to her face knowing that her presence only added to his desire. Several minutes later the Stroker stood and left the room with his cock still pulsating. Maya waved to the tormented male and moved on to observe the next room.

Surprised she watched a beautiful female mount a bull strapped to the table. Like in the Extraction wing, he was secured face-up with his arms and legs spread. The female squatted over him and fucked him, dropping her weight completely down onto his pelvis. Not only was he groaning as he fed his rod to her wet pussy but she was really getting into it herself. Maya opened the door and walked in to watch more closely. She was indeed beautiful. When the female turned Maya gasped. It was Nadia!

"Go go female!" Maya cheered.

Nadia smiled although she was so close to climaxing she said nothing. Rather her eyes said it all. They had that 'oh my god this feels so good' look in them. Keeping one hand around his balls to monitor his level of excitement she pounded him again and again until finally collapsing on his chest and screaming in ecstasy. Maya came to her, planted a kiss on her face telling her how beautiful it was to witness her take him so freely. 

She left and walked casually down the hall stopping here, watching there and savoring everything. In most rooms she watched beautiful females giving hand jobs, blowjobs, fucking, fondling or enjoying having their pussy licked. In every room she could tell that these babes loved their work and they were indeed experts at the teasing and tormenting they administered. The Bulls seemed to enjoy the attention as just as much and why wouldn't they? They were lucky enough to be the selected ones. Many males were used. Well, she thought, most were used but not all were used as frequently as these beasts. These were the select few that knew from the time they woke until they fell asleep that a beautiful female would be playing with their mind and body. 

Yet they remained nothing more than a means to an end. They weren't loved. They weren't valued emotionally. They lived mostly in isolation. They rarely interacted with another Bull or Stroker. They knew they meant nothing to any one of the hundred females that might walk in their concubine to play with their cock. The goddesses only did so because it was their job while making sure each man remained bound and confined to their room functioning solely to provide them with the precious fluid they donated each evening. 

Maya continued down to one of the last rooms. There stood a handsome and muscular guy in the prime of his life. He was pacing. His hands were cuffed behind him and a short chain ran from his collar to a bolt anchored to the wall. Maya stood outside watching and although he looked her way, he seemed content pacing. She could feel her pussy moistening. It was all she needed to make her decision.

"Get on your knees," she said in a commanding voice.

The Bull responded immediately as if he had been trained well. Maya walked around him a few times allowing him to settle and feast his eyes on the young taut lean body of this female he'd never seen before. Releasing the chain from the wall, she secured it to another bolt on the floor at the foot of the short examination table. Maya climbed on the table, sat at the very end of it and flexed her knees, placing one foot on each of the leg extensions. Spreading her legs open she looked down on the blonde man kneeling on the ground beneath.

"Eat!"

Without pause the Bull came to her, burying his face into her sex. His tongue was long and full and penetrated her almost immediately. She could tell he had been trained how to eat a female properly. She sat watching him although he knew better than to gaze upward into the eyes of a female. It didn't matter that he was older than she. He knew better. It didn't matter if the pussy he was eating was that of a thirteen year old or a seventy year old. Manners were manners and he apparently knew better than to push his luck. 

Satisfied that he was proficient, she ordered him, "Stroke your cock while you eat me. Get yourself close. I want to hear you moan but don't you dare cum."

He wrapped both hands around the monstrous foot-long throbbing pole and yanked on it obediently. Maya admired his attribute for a moment longer then reclined back on the table, resting her elbows on the soft leather and letting her head extend back. With her eyes closed she pictured Bull #2954. That was the number stamped across the top of his back. She imagined him with his eyes focused on the soft skin at the apex of her legs. She could hear the lapping of his flattened tongue glide upward along the full length of her cunt. She could feel his nose touching her clit each time he withdrew and lowered his neck to begin yet another stroke. He was good and soon she was moaning. A minute later he joined her, moaning and panting. His two-handed strokes had worked their magic and now it was he who was edging closer to his own point of no return. 

"Make me cum," she said. Her voice was breathy with excitement.

Bull #2954 thrust his tongue inside and pressed it upward, finding her G-spot. Once there he moved the very tip back and forth over the sensitive inner tissue. Maya's breathing increased and became more haphazard. Her legs moved in and out as those feelings intensified. The sounds of his moans and the feel of him inside her were too much. She came explosively, violently. Screaming she convulsed while he kept at his ministrations. Sensing that his touch might be too much, he withdrew it and rested the flat of it against her sex with the gentlest of pressure and let her body spasm for well over a minute as wave after wave of ecstasy poured over and filled every part of her. 

Finally she calmed. 2954 remained motionless. His head bowed; his body still; his mouth still open; his tongue still extended and flat against his chin. Maya sat and fingered her pussy for another minute and relished what had just happened. Standing she walked behind him, unlocked his collar from the floor that it was tethered to and motioned for him to lay supine on the table. He did and she secured his torso and all four extremities to the extremity pads, putting him into an X position.

"Now it's time for me to have some fun," she said confidently.

The Bull merely grunted, almost instinctively. He knew it would be yet one more time that his balls would become tight against his body and the associated feeling that came with a pending ejaculation would be felt once more. There would be many more such teases before he was finally permitted release. Each one seemed like the next in line of a thousand before it and in another sense it felt like the first one he ever had. A Bull never tired of getting close to cumming. Never. Ever.




The Science Experiment Ch. 02



Maya sat on a low stool. Her head was positioned at eye level with his mammoth cock standing semi-hard, semi-limp. Imposing balls hung from the root that was his most prized organ. Maya stared at his balls. No hair grew anywhere on his body, other than his head. It was another one of Mom's genetic alterations and to Maya, what she saw was a thing of beauty. She had always loved looking at a man's genitals. Maybe that was another one of Mom's genetic predispositions. She wasn't sure. She had never asked but she sure was pleased that her desire for taking a man was so strong.

Maya ran her face over 2954's cock, feeling its warmth and feeling its strength return. Closing her eyes she ran her cheek up and down all sides of its growing length again and again. This cock was hers and she was going to enjoy these next few minutes.

With her eyes shut she caressed his manhood with her cheek while holding it gently with both hands, keeping them open, so only the palms of both hands pressed against him. It was the heat he emitted that felt so nice. He was hard and huge and thick and somewhat pink as blood pulsed through the arteries veins and capillaries of his extraordinary member. Soon she could feel his body growing tense and quiet moans of pleasure filled the room once more. 

Maya took her time spending many minutes loving a cock larger than any she had previously seen. The attention she gave it was not associated with him. He mattered nothing to her and he probably knew that as well. It was what he offered that drew her attention, affection and love. Satisfied with the feel of his hardness against her soft cheek and neck she moved to his balls which still hung low and swung free, just beyond the end of the table. Maya spread his legs wider and engaged the locking mechanism of each appendage extension until his adductor muscles grew tight from being fully stretched. Opening her mouth as wide as possible she barely was able to surround and engulf one of the hulking testicles. Its size filled her orifice completely and made her gag initially. Unable to close her mouth she pressed the upper side against the roof of her hard palate while massaging the underside with her tongue. It felt good having him there. She wondered just how much semen this giant contained. Knowing she held a conglomeration of tissue rather than bone, she closed down on it slowly, applying firm steady pressure; all the while stroking and caressing his shaft. As her pressure increased she could feel the ball change shape, flattening some as it yielded to her will. The thought of this made her smile and she released him, only to repeat the process to the other orb. By the time she was through pressing it into a somewhat irregular shape, it, along with its twin had drawn itself quite tight against his perineum. Maya noted the contraction and stroked him more vigorously. Bull #2954 moaned ever louder.

Surrounding the apex of his shaft with her opened mouth she took but the terminal few inches of his soft sensitive head into her wet mouth, sucking, massaging and stroking. The bull moaned louder. Maya grabbed each of his balls, one in each hand and fondled them while bobbing up and down. As she did she lost herself in the control she had. 

Maya was a control freak. Her mom had always told her that and reminded her of this fact – always in a complimentary way of course. By the age of thirteen she was given the freedom to supervise her dad in her mom's absence - something all mothers encouraged their daughters to do when they came of age. Maya however didn't call Martin 'dad' or 'father'. In Testeekul every male that mated with a female was 'contracted' and known as the eldest male of ____. He was bound to the female that took him and that binding was negotiable depending on her wishes. Some females took a mate and bound him for life; others for as little as four years, the legal minimum as set by the City Council of the Wise. Michelle and Martin's binding was of the former as she truly loved him, however it was the two of them that came up with the idea of contracting a male rather than a mutual marriage when they first formulated this idea so long ago. 

The reason behind this derivation from the rest of society was of course due to the disparity that existed between Testeekul females and males. Males had little to no rights while females had nearly complete freedom and authority. It wasn't that the females had to gain that authority, it simply was the way they were made and the males naturally looked to them for guidance. It only made sense that females might want to contract with a younger male as they aged or grew tired of the one currently serving as their mate. For this reason, Martin gave up his title as dad and father. To Maya he and was known to her only as the eldest male of Michelle since Maya had no recollection of how her parents related when they lived in the states. She just presumed that the way they lived now was how they always lived. 

When Michelle extended supervisory privileges, Maya took to it readily. Soon opportunities arose when she was not at home and where he, the eldest male, had to ask permission from his daughter. Maya accepted the responsibility, acted wisely and grew in confidence. In the process the eldest male came to respect her more deeply and although his true submission allied only with Michelle, he came to respect the authority his daughter rightly claimed. Her natural inclination to dominate and control grew as opportunities presented and Michelle made sure she had abundant opportunities.

Running her fingers over and around his testicles she continued to suck, eyes closed, head bobbing. Her sucking was relentless. The Bull moaned and tried to move but couldn't. His restraints were many and each and every binding was secured painfully tight. Again, Maya focused on her own pleasure, feeling the angular demarcation of the sensitive head that marked the extent of this cap that covered the massive cock. It was to this tissue, the sensitive soft skin that her tongue tickled, touched and teased. During the minutes that followed the moaning amplified in volume and the creaking continued as he pulled and arched against the leather bindings that held him fast.

Bull 2954 continued to voice his objection to the ever intensifying tease. It was after his pitch had reached nearly that of the scream that he cried out pleadingly, "Please, please stop!"

No dominant female ever listened to a subservient male. His words meant nothing and so she continued her assault on his cock. Stopping but for a moment to relax her jaw, she raised to look at him. It was then that she felt the sudden pull of the two testicles still in her hands and noticed his penis hardening even further. A small spurt of cum shot several inches into the air a second later and it was followed by a flow of thick white liquid that ran down his penis, coated her hands and fell to the floor. Maya watched, delighted at the display of her power and ability to do with him what she wished. Just then Nadia open the door and cried out, "What are you doing?"

Maya turned and smiled, "Having a little fun," she said and turned away to watch once more the cock ooze still more of the white liquid.

"I don't care that your mother owns this company, you are never to do this again," Nadia ordered.

"Do what?" She said surprised.

"This!" She ran her finger down the length of the shaft scooping up a gob of cum and wiped it on Maya's breast.

Maya stared at her amazed at her arrogance and gall.

"Do you have any idea how much money you just wasted?"

Her statement was rhetorical and she did not wait for an answer. Disgusted, she released the bindings that held the Bull in place and ordered him to stand against the back wall where she secured him once more.

Hastily grabbing a roll of paper towels and a bottle of disinfectant spray she tossed them on the table and turned to leave.

"Clean up your mess. It's a bodily fluid so it goes in the red container. Wash your hands with this," she said pointing to the green bottle of disinfectant cleaner. As she left Maya could hear her murmur, "I can't believe she did that".

No sooner had Nadia disappeared out of sight then Maya turned to the Bull. Looking him directly she asked, "Did you beg me to stop because you were afraid of ejaculating?"

The Bull looked down respectfully and answered, "Yes Ma'am."

Maya smiled knowingly, "And were you afraid because you knew your output would be reduced tonight?"

"Yes Ma'am

"Do you wish you hadn't lost any cum?"

"Yes Ma'am," he stated again, still looking at the ground.

"Do you wish this was back inside you?" She said, holding up her cum covered hand for him to see.

"Yes Ma'am."

Then lick it all off me and swallow." Her voice reverberated with authority.

The Bull did as he was told. Maya stroked his cock and balls, transferring what little cum still remained onto her hands and presented him once more with sticky fingers and palms for him to clean. She looked at her breast and he bowed and cleaned her body of the cum Nadia had wiped on her. When he had finished she unlocked him, lead him to the foot of the table and pointed to the floor. Obediently he licked the puddle of cum that had coagulated.

"This is how a Stroker cleans up body fluids," she murmured to no one but thinking about Nadia's comment. 

Tossing him the bottle of disinfectant and towels she instructed him to clean after which she secured him and once more knelt to suck on his limp cock. 

"Watch me. I'm going to suck you just like last time and am not going to stop until the last possible second. I'll stop when you touch my head but I want you to let me suck you until the last possible moment. Do you understand 2954?"

He nodded just as Maya took nearly half of his soft cock deep into her mouth not waiting for him to acknowledge. His indication of understanding wasn't going to affect what she did anyway although she did want to see how far she could push this Bull. Although they had just met, there was something about him that she liked. She saw it in his eyes. She could sense his inner strength and it was obvious from the start that he was quite attracted to her as a female. And besides, he was exquisitely handsome and had a cock and balls to die for. Little did she know that he was the one that all the Strokers all wanted to spend time with. 2954 would be one she'd keep an eye on she thought as she bobbed yet again on his beautiful appendage. She knew that the added stimulation would promote semen production as well and thought the least she could do was to make up for the mistake she had earlier committed.

Ten minutes later the 2954 moaned for the 18th time today. Maya sucked on the behemoth pillar that protruded out perpendicularly from his pelvis lapping, slurping and teasing it with the expertise of a female that had had many others previously under her rule. As the moaning intensified along with his forward thrusts, she quietly lowered one hand so as to press on that spot that Anna had earlier shown her to watch. This time she entrusted her sense of touch to see if it she feel the subtle contraction of his impending ejaculation.

The Bull began panting and Maya slowed the stimulation accordingly, just enough to maintain his nearly maximal arousal. She did so for several minutes and then ever so slowly increased the pressure and speed of her sucks and tongue movement. It was then that she felt the contraction and almost immediately she felt the tap on her head. He was a well trained bull who knew his body well. She immediately withdrew all contact and watched his cock bounce and spasm. He panted, exerting maximal effort in maintaining control of his psyche not letting any cum leave its precious holding containers. He did so successfully and Maya left without a word or smile. She left him hard, erect and barely able to maintain control of his faculties. It was how all males should be treated she said closing the door behind.

When she entered the hall Nadia stood waiting.

"That was very well done," she said.

"You were watching?"

"I was. I wanted to see what you were up to."

"I made a mistake the first time. I'm sorry."

"All is forgiven and he didn't leak that much. Most likely what you just did there will put his production into overdrive before his extraction later this evening."

"I am sorry but I did what I did there to try to make up for my error."

"Drop it Maya. Don't go beating yourself. I'm the one who should be apologizing for bringing your mom into my remarks. That was uncalled for."

"I'm use to it," stated Maya. "It goes with the territory."

Nadia knelt before Maya without a word. Nudging her legs apart she bent and kissed her pussy softly. Maya pulled her head in tight making her kisses penetrate her more deeply. Nadia responded by grabbing her naked ass and lapping at her soaking pussy. Letting her attend to her sex for a few minutes she finally stepped back.

"Thank you. Now we understand one another," remarked Maya.

"We do. Thank you for accepting my gift of remorse."

Maya left, walking to the double doors and turning around in time to see Nadia stand, "Is this the way where we are headed next?" She asked.

"She is a strong willed bitch," Nadia muttered quietly. "No, we're going this way," pointing in the opposite direction. It's nearly time for lunch. "Let's eat now and afterward I'll show you more of what we do with the Bulls."

"Do they get a break when the females do?" She said motioning to all the young beauties sauntering down the hall in the same direction.

"No!" she said almost as if the thought was beyond comprehension. "It is vitally important that they remain stimulated continuously. The only down time they receive is during their mandatory sleep hours. 

"So is there another shift that tends to them while we eat?"

"The Bulls are required to masturbate during meal times. Each room is monitored and if a one of them fails to remain erect for at least 45 of the 60 minute lunch hour, a shock is transmitted to the collar around their neck. Believe me; they learn fast as the jolt is quite painful from what I am told."

"Did my mom come up with that idea?" Maya asked smiling.

"I don't think so. She's not a micromanager from what I know of her."

"No she's not. But it's not out of her character to do so at times. She is an amazing female."

"So I've heard," said Nadia. "...and so beautiful for a female in her fifties," she added.

On the way the hall filled with females, all of whom had just finished yet another round of simulation to the Bull who was in their care. Every one of them was dressed identically; wearing nothing but a pair of company issued stiletto heels. Some of the gals were tall, others quite petite, some were large breasted while others revealed modest C-cup tits. All had that characteristic Russian appearance marked by high cheekbones, beautiful almond shaped eyes, full lips, shapely figures and strong lean muscular legs. To the outsider, seeing a hundred of these females would be akin to seeing a porn version of a Miss America pageant. Everyone was beautiful and in the upper one percentile of females from a physically gifted perspective. Maya was drawn to the beauty of the women taller than she. She loved the look of a perfect body attached to legs that went on forever and thought her mom should have engineered every woman to be closer to six feet. "Maybe I'll have to modify what Mom did when I have the chance," she said thoughtfully.

During the lunch hour the young females socialized, mostly conversing about life outside of work rather than about the cocks they had yanked on all morning. Nadia noted the overall atmosphere of the dining area; that it felt more like a family meal than a work cafeteria. It was obvious to see that everyone here got along – well mostly – ad that the spirit of these females was high. "Mom would be proud to know the extent to which her experiment had worked," Maya thought. 

Testeekul was the envy of the Russian people. A closed city with its own demarcated boundaries and separate in every way from the rest of the country, it really was not part of the nation known as Russia in any way other than its location. Vladimir Putin and Martin Bricker, Maya's eldest male had hammered out the details of the agreement so many years ago. In return for the independence of this nation-city, Testeekul paid handsomely in the form of a rent, per se, and they would do so for the next 30 years. Yet the financial burden turned out to not be a burden at all. What initially began as an offer to pay Moscow a percentage of Testeekul's GNP ended in a contractual flat-figure agreement to be paid for a period of fifty years. Putin's greed was turned against him in the end as Testeekul not only produced solar cells that met the needs of over half of all those using solar, that industry had blossomed beyond Martin's wildest expectations. Five years later Michelle discovered the value of using sperm in a way to enhance gene therapy. The application possibilities proved almost endless. Already having a patent on permanent gene regulation that enabled medical professionals to permanently turn on or off a specific gene, the addition of converting sperm into "swimmers" transformed Testeekul from one of the wealthier cities into the wealthiest of all.

Yet it was a closed city. Only those who lived there when it was first formed were permitted in. Although a minute percentage left to be closer to family, the vast majority stayed and those natively born here all exhibited every one of the desired traits Michelle had pre-programmed into their parents – meaning every baby female birthed grew to be both beautiful physically and dominant emotionally. Likewise every baby male grew up submissive deferring to the superior feminine gender.

It was this bond that all sitting at lunch shared. All were dominant and in that trait came security and confidence. There was no fear of men but rather the confidence to use men for benefit, enjoyment and the betterment of the city they called home. Every female knew and accepted this as if it was normal – and indeed it was. Further, every male accepted this as well. Well, it wasn't like they resigned themselves to living like this, rather they grew wanting this life and really not having a choice since it was completely natural to live as they did – submissive to the beautiful females that governed. As a result, crime was minimal to nonexistent, and typically were misdemeanors rather than felonies and worse. The city ran like a well oiled machine. Homes were happy places to be. Men knew their place and females knew theirs. These defined roles were the genius behind Michelle's creation and Maya was her prodigy that would continue the experiment. Indeed she was her finest creation.

"You look deep in thought," Lada said.

"I was. I do that sometime," Maya answered. "I like to think."

She giggled and the two once more became engaged in conversation about Lada's ambition to start a business of her own as soon as she had saved enough capital to get things started. No sooner had they begun talking then Nadia walked over and gathered up the new employee whisking her off to learn more about the Bulls. Much to Maya's surprise, Nadia told her to spend the next several hours working as a Stroker. She had other responsibilities at the moment and informed her she'd be back as soon as she could.

"Now just be careful," she said smiling. "I can't afford to report certain Bulls not meeting their expected donation amounts."

"I won't. I won't. It was a mistake that won't happen again," she said smiling.

"I know. I just couldn't go all day without harassing a new female at least a little. You will be great working here. Go have some fun and suck some cock."




The Science Experiment Ch. 03



The year is approximately 2035. The place, somewhere in Western Russia, somewhere between Ukraine and Kazakhstan. This chapter focuses on the two teenagers about to become 18. What a day they these two will share on this day! Enjoy! 

The Science Experiment: Vira and Adi Chapter 3

The day had finally come. It was a beautiful crisp spring morning in Testeekul. Vira uncharacteristically jumped out of bed when her alarm went off at 6:45. By 7:30 she headed out the front door along with her mom. Holding hands they made their way down the road walking beside home after home with perfectly manicured lawns, tastefully accented with shrubs, trees and flower gardens. Joining them was Adi and his father, the Eldest-male of Vanessa. Adi and Vira were the best of friends even though they were obviously not the same gender. They had grown up together, having been born only a month apart. Now at the age of eighteen, both thought they were grown adults and be entitled to all the rights and freedoms of their older siblings but of course not wanting any of the responsibility associated with being a real grown-up.

"Today is the big day," Adi said excitedly.

Both adults exchanged grins unbeknownst to the teens.

"I know. I can't wait. I've heard so much about this!" exclaimed Vira.

"What do you know about today?" asked her mother.

"That today is the day we become adults," she said as if it was a matter of fact.

"What exactly changes?" Her mother asked. "I mean you won't be voting in January. You're not old enough for that."

Vira rolled her eyes and looked at Adi for assistance. 

"Everyone knows that on the second Monday of October all of the twelfth graders become grownups, Adi said reaching out to hold Vira's hand. 

Like her mother, Vira had beautiful jet-black hair and stood equally tall to Adi at 5' 9". She had the typical maturing teenage build. Her hips were shapely, her legs long and lean, her body strong and her breasts a modest C-cup that still held fascination to her as they continued to grow and change. As dark as her long flowing hair was, Adi's complexion was light. He was a blonde and though he was no taller than Vira, his shoulders were broader and his muscles thicker. He was a handsome male with sharp features, square jaw and perfectly white teeth. He resembled his father and eldest-male of his household in appearance. Both Adi and Vira looked like they'd make a perfect couple for an upcoming dance. His strength and angular features contrasted her darker complexion, brown eyes and burgeoning femininity.

There was no affection in his gesture when he took her hand. They were simply best friends and supported one another even if they had no idea what they were talking about. Today was one such time. In truth, they really weren't sure what today's events held. All they knew was that this was the day when young females and males became grown-up females and males. In the days leading up to today both had driven their parents crazy with questions and when they learned nothing of help, they turned to their older friends who only looked at them with blank stares followed by devious smiles. As much as every high school student pried for detailed information from their parents, older siblings and friends this was one of those secrets in Testeekul that no one let slip, which was quite surprising to ask of a teenager.

Adi's eldest-male put his muscular arm around his son. "Today is a special day; both for you and for Vira. It is indeed a special occasion and one that we," he glanced sheepishly toward Vira's beautiful mother without making eye contact, "want to share with you. It's why we are here."

Adi corrected, "I thought Mother made you come."

"She did and I'm glad she did. I want to support you and your good friend Vira and I want to obey my contracted female. It's what the eldest-male does."

"You really don't have to come," announced Vira to her mother.

"I know but your teacher asked us and we felt obligated. Besides, look at all of the other mothers and eldest-males coming." She pointed around as the sidewalk filled with parent and child all heading in the same direction. 

"I know but really; we can take care of ourselves," she insisted. "And I am not a child," she added.

"You sure can. And you will. But let's have fun today. I promise I won't ever come to a class again as long as you don't do something to make a teacher call me."

"Promise?" She asked.

"Promise. Cross my heart, hope to die." They both smiled.

Vira wrapped her arm around her mother's tight waist. The Eldest-male of Vanessa gazed shyly into Elena's beautiful dark eyes. She met his gaze and smiled, both thinking how different the walk home would be for these two kids of theirs.

By 8 AM, all of the classrooms were packed with eager students sitting in their seats. Parents stood along the periphery of the back and side walls. Mom's stood tall and scanned the room prior to the start of the kid's day while every eldest-male stood with their hands clasped behind their back and their heads bowed. It was custom for males to defer whenever in the presence of a female. Although they bore the responsibility of raising children when their contracted females were absent, they carried no status in Testeekul's society. To stand observant when there were adult females present was a breech in protocol, large enough to be brought to the City Council of the Wise for public rebuke.

Teachers in every classroom introduced the day to their students, calling it Revelation Day. Only a few students even knew the definition of this word and it made the females in the back snicker. Vira and Adi's teacher, Ms Inga, was a female of about forty. She was one of the initial immigrants during the formation of the city. Coming as a single female in her twenties, she left home in search of a better life. A recent graduate of a teaching program she continued her profession in this new environment and thrived. That was almost twenty years ago. Teaching was her passion but it was the life outside of the classroom that brought her the most joy. She now lived in a handsome redbrick home. She was contracted; the term used when a female took a man, but had no children. 

Leo her contracted-male had been employed as a sperm donor at Lavender Incorporated but his time had passed. Inga happened to read of an upcoming Bull Auction and attended, more to see what happened than to purchase one. Yet prior to the auction, when females have time to talk with and evaluate each of the bulls for sale Inga was taken by Leo. Of course, his physical attributes were impeccable but it was his personality that touched a special part in her heart. She ended up staying for the auction and as fate would have it Leo was the last to be put on the auction block. By then everyone that was interested in purchasing a Bull had done so and she was able purchase him for the unheard of price of only a half-year' salary. That was ten years ago and she has since enjoyed the services of this trained Bull every day since. 

Often she showed her students pictures of herself both when she was a child as well as when she first arrived at Testeekul. Twenty years ago, she was not just a tall female but also quite obese. Her appearance was plain and no one had ever called her pretty or cute prior to her move to Testeekul. It was one of the reasons she chose to move. Claiming her transformation to the local water, she spoke proudly of the dramatic revitalization of her body during the year that followed her move from Kamyshin some 150 kilometers distant. That year would forever remain vivid to Inga. During the months that followed her move she lost so much weight. It was like it just melted off her. Her legs thinned and grew strong. She developed an interest in fitness, her eyes became more almond shaped and even her bone structure thinned while her breasts grew and firmed. Body hair that had formally hidden her sex vanished, revealing plump labia and moist inner folds. She became more easily aroused and when she did she got so wet that she had to wear a pad to keep her jeans from getting soaking wet. Most puzzling though was the change in personality. The shy, almost sheepish Inga slowly yielded to a strong, confident and vibrant female. It took some time for all of this to take place but indeed she had changed. The pictures didn't lie and she was not alone.

Her story was a common one among the thousands of immigrants, and in fact almost everyone spoke of similar changes in appearance and personality. Some of course were more pronounced than others but all experienced at least some physical and emotional transformations. The news of this became the lure of tales to those living in the cities and towns beyond the wealthy city in which she now lived. What went on in the outside world was moot. Inga loved her job, her Leo and the new Inga she had become. Standing tall and vivacious in front of the class she directed her students attention to those in the rear and asked, 

"Look around you. What do you see?"

After several comments addressing the presence of parents, more people here, older people here and the like someone shouted, "Females rule!"

"Yes they do," she added, picking up on this comment and getting the class to focus on that comment. "And why is that? I mean why are the eldest-males looking down but you males sitting here aren't."

"That only happens when we aren't at home," replied Adi. "At home I have been taught to be like the eldest-male and mimic his manners." He looked at his eldest-male proudly who kept his gaze to the floor.

"And so you should," stated Ms Inga. "You have been taught properly and your eldest-male is a wonderful example to encourage you to grow up to be a respectable adult male -- not like those who disrespect females in so many ways in the outside world. But let me ask the males." She paused and then added, "Females, you can't answer this question. Males," she continued, "do you feel that you act as you do because your mothers have taught you to defer or do you naturally know it is the right thing to do when with a female?

"It's who I am," said one confidently. "I don't know why but it just feels like it's how I should be."

"Me too," said another. 

"Me too," chimed in several more.

Inga agreed "That's right! Each of you...." She noticed one males' hand rise once more and addressed him. "Yes." She said.

"I didn't finish my thought but was going to say that sometimes it feels like it's not right for me to be looking around at Vira or Nada or Lodi or the other females. Sometimes I feel like I should be acting like they are," he said pointing to the adult males standing in the back.

Inga smiled. The insight of this young man's comment was significant and she took the opportunity to probe it further.

"How many of you males feel the same way as Vlad? Raise your hands if you do."

Every hand went up.

"Keep your hands up please." The males did as they were told and Ms Inga continued, "Females look around. Do you see what they are saying? This is so important to understand. I know you sometimes think that you behave in certain ways because your mother makes you, but look at what these males are telling you. Males, you can put your hands down." They did and the teacher continued. 

"They are telling you they know it is their desire to obey you as a young female. It's not just something they do because you make them, but rather something they want to do because it feels right. They want to obey. They want to please. They wait for you to lead. It's who they are and why they've been born. Males were made to be our servants and they find happiness in doing so. It is a beautiful relationship and so much good comes when the male submits to a superior female." 

"That's what my mom tells me at home but my grandma writes and says that if I lived with her, my grandpa would be in charge of everybody."

"But what do you say Galena?"

"I say my mama is right."

"And why do you say that?"

Galena paused to consider her response. "Because females are smarter and because male's brains are inside their big balls," she said giggling.

The room burst into laughter and it took some time for Ms Inga to restore order.

"Galena, there are better ways of saying what you said, but you were not wrong. Males' minds are controlled largely by the hormones that those testicles make and send flowing out through their body and mind. In many ways they do think with their testicles."

The class broke into laughter once more and one girl grabbed the balls of the boy next to her and said, "Vlad has two brains!" Everyone roared with laughter. 

"Quiet class!" Inga called out still grinning at the humor of the remark. "Who remembers what a hormone is?"

Galena said still trying to control her giggles, "It's a chemical that makes our body or mind do certain things."

"That's right. And males have lots of hormones that control their mind that come from their testicles. It is how they are made. Females aren't made like that. Our hormones are steady and even and predictable. We don't do through the emotional ups and downs those females outside of Testeekul experience. We remain level-headed, in control and masters of the males who serve us at all times. Males are different. Males have hormones that cause them to grow up as followers, just as females have hormones that help them become good leaders. It is those hormones that make Vlad feel like he should be looking down right now rather than at me. I am a female and he knows deep inside that he should not be looking at me unless I first give him permission. Isn't that right Vlad?"

"Yes it is Ms Inga."

"You may keep your eyes up for now," she said smiling and the lad. Returning to the class she added, "It's who we are females and we should be proud of how our bodies are made. We should be just as proud of how males are made too. They were made to obey and we were made to rule. It's a beautiful relationship and it's how males and females were meant to relate."

The kids focus was starting to wander as Inga's lecture turned philosophical. They had heard this stuff both at school and home many times. And besides, it was common sense. 

Inga continued, "Males aren't as smart as females but they stronger. Females are smarter and wiser and females can have lots and lots of orgasms but a male can only have one. That's why males should all learn how to please the females' vagina and females should teach males how to do it right. It is simple common sense." Inga tried to contain her smile as all eyes instantly riveted themselves on her.

"Did I say something wrong?" She added.

Apprehensively Vira raised her hand. "What did you say about orgasms Ms Inga?"

Now it was the females standing in the back that audibly began laughing. The students' expression remained puzzled and curious as if someone had played a joke on them that they completely didn't understand.

"How about I answer your question Vira, but telling you about today?"

"OK." 

"Today is the day we call Revelation Day because it is a day in which we reveal, or show you another part of what it means to be a real grown-up in Testeekul. Every male and female that has graduated have all experienced Revelation Day. Most will tell you that it was the best day of school."

"What's so special about it?" asked Vira feeling a little more confident.

"I'm not going to answer that just yet. What we are going to do to help you find the answer by letting you visit the older males and females in the Extraction Center to see what they do that is different than what we do here."

There was a stir of excitement knowing they would be able to go into a building forbidden by everyone. 

"I know," smiled the teacher. "But this is not the Revelation. Before we go you are to pair up -- one male and one female. If your adults are with you they will come with you."

Vira immediately pointed to Adi who shook his head and smiled. Vira was glad another female hadn't gotten his attention first.

Inga continued, "When you get there, you are not permitted to speak. The females employed there have not started the session I want you to see yet and so we will arrive about the same time they begin. You are to go into a class and watch. After class is through one of the females will dismiss you and you will walk back here with your parents. We will then talk about what you saw and learned. Are there any questions?"

The room was silent. Everyone was on the edge of their seat ready to leave.

"OK you have two minutes to find a partner and ten minutes to make your way to the Center. On your way out the door, I will give a slip of paper to each female. It will give you directions to the floor and specific room you are to go to. Mothers' have them back here in 90 minutes."

And with that there was momentary chaos as partner groups formed. Adi quickly came to Vira and along with their parents left. Ms Inga gave Vira her paper and on it she read "C-24". On the opposite side was a map and marked with a highlighter noting the route to their destination. 

When they entered C-24 the room was mostly full with powerfully built males standing mostly naked. Everyone, gasped when they entered and saw them standing in two perfect lines with massive bulges protruding from the surgical pants they wore. The upper half of their bodies were bare and they displayed ripped muscles on perfectly toned bodies. The Adi and Vira along with three other groups of kids and parents stood in the back of the classroom. The room where Vira now stood appeared to be a type of classroom but unlike their room, desks were aligned along both side walls only. Although the desks looked similar to theirs, the seat behind it was quite different. It was covered with a material similar to that found in home furniture. It was also larger and well made. Next to it was a small footstool standing no more than 6 inches in height. Every desk along each wall was similarly arranged -- having one regular desk and chair with a stool to its right. Desk, stool, desk stool, desk stool and so forth along the right side and then again along the left. The floor of the large central area between the two rows of desks where the males were standing was composed of a padded surface similar in construction to that of a wrestling mat. It completely filled the center area between the two rows of desks.

Vira stood in front of Elena and Adi stood next to her with Anton, his father, behind. At 9 AM sharp a bell rang. Ten beautiful women strolled into the room. To Adi and Vira's surprise the females stood not behind their desks but rather in front. They formed two lines. Each of the five females along the right row of desks stood facing one of the five females standing in front of their desks along the left row of desks. Each female stood facing one of the ten males standing in the center area. They stood in two lines as well but their backs were to one another as they stared down at the feet of the female facing them. 

Another female who was a bit older entered the room and welcomed the four groups of students, informing them that this particular class is one that all older Bulls must take. She went on to explain that the males here had completed their time in this facility and were being readied for life back in Testeekul society. She referred to this transition time as Phase Four and explained that the purpose of this period was to train the males in the finer arts of service and pleasure. "The administrators understood the value of teaching these males the finer points of compliance, deference, humility, responsibility and other character qualities needed. Each will likely become contracted to a female upon exiting the facility and we feel that it is paramount that they understand what the real purpose of manhood entails."




The Science Experiment Ch. 03



She looked at the four pairs of students in the back and invited them to stand next to her in the front of the room while the adults remained in the back. They came to her feeling quite self-conscious. 

"You can see there are two lines. One here and the other there," she said motioning first to the right and then to the left. "Each young lady is paired with a male. They work in cooperation with one another. As you would expect the females use this time to develop their leadership and assertive skills all while training their male obedience. The females role here is primarily that of a teacher and in this class they will be teaching a most important skill. Does anyone want to guess what that is?" She asked.

None of the teens answered but stood staring at the beautiful physical specimens -- both male and female alike.

"The males are taught how best they can please their female."

"Let me get them started and you can watch. It will be easier to learn than having me try to explain everything," she said turning to address the group of visitors. "I want you to ask questions. I want you to walk around and really watch what's going on. Today is no different than any other day. What you observe is what we do every morning. Every day starts like this and from now on," She paused, catching her thought and not wanting to spoil the extent of the revelation that was to be she added, "This day is Revelation Day. This is what Revelation Day is all about."

"Begin class!" the female called out.

A common command of "Strip!" could be heard by each of the female students. Immediately the males slipped out of their clothing, tossing it onto the floor behind them and stood in the standard position of deference with their head down, feet apart and hands behind hips.

Vira grabbed Adi and gasped. 

The females then ordered each male to assume 'command position' and they fell first to their knees and then lowered their forehead to the floor. Their arms were extended forward and their palms faced upward in a position of offering. 

Vira pulled Adi and walked over to the black haired female on the far side of the room. Never letting go of his hand she made him watch as the female tossed her skimpy dress on the desk behind and then grabbed the male by the hair, and pulled him to her cunt.

"Eat!" she said in a commanding tone. "And lick me well."

Vira looked at the older female who smiled back. "I'm Kristina," she said maintaining her grip on the kneeling males' hair." This is my sub for the day. What's your name?"

"Vira," she said quietly.

"This feels really good Vira. I want you to know that. This one knows just how I like it."

"What's he doing?" she asked, and then realizing what she said sounded foolish she added, "Why are you making him do that?"

"Because I can." Kristina moaned and then looked at Adi. "Do you like what my sub is doing for me?"

"Yes," came his immediate response. He was surprised at how strong his voice rang forth when he answered.

"Good because this is what you were made for. Kneel down and get your face right next to his. I want you to watch his tongue and lips. Watch what he does."

Adi knelt and faced her pussy. Kristina pushed his face against the older males making sure he could see exactly what he was doing.

"I'm doing this for your benefit," Kristina said to Vira while motioning to Adi.

She didn't respond immediately and stood watching Adi, his nose only a few inches from her pussy. "Thank you," she said finally understanding why she had put Adi there.

"That's it young male. Watch what he does. See how is tongue goes around and around? See how it is sometimes pointy and goes inside me and now is nice and flat and caresses all around my opening? Ooh, that feels real nice. Right there. Yes, right there."

Kristina motioned for Vira to stand next to her. She put and arm around her shoulders. "It's important that you teach him what you like and don't like. What you want in the beginning and how you want him to lick you when you become more aroused. You must teach him or he won't know how best to please you."

Vira stood looking down in amazement at the two males. There was something surreal about all this. She listened and understood at one level but on another level she could barely comprehend that this is what this day in which she turned into a grown-up was really about. She turned and looked at her mother who only smiled and mouthed a kiss. 

"I want you to see what they look like from my vantage point. See?" Kristina said pulling her out of her thoughts.

Vira looked down at the males and then back at Kristina and smiled.

"I can tell you like what you are seeing aren't you?" Vira smiled. "I could tell." Then she whispered in her ear, "Maybe you can get your friend to do this to you? He will if you tell him. This is what males do."

Vira rubbed Kristina's back and then casually reached down and brushed Adi's blonde hair. He never looked up but rather kept his eyes glued to what the older male was doing; memorizing his techniques; memorizing all he could. 

"Make me cum sub!" she commanded "Watch little male how he does this," she added yanking him by the hair and pulling his face even closer. His left cheek now rested firmly on her right thigh and he stared at the male whose face pressed into her sex. 

Adi could see his jaw moving at a faster cadence. He could also tell that he was focusing more on the top of her vagina than anywhere else. Soon she stiffened, thrust her pelvis forward and came, squeezing Vira tight; her body tensed and shook uncontrollably. 

The male backed his head away from her slightly, slowed his tongue movement and softened his touches. He kissed her now, more than licked and stayed away from the sensitive slit from which her juices flowed.

"Lick me young male. Taste me. You get one lick only so make it a good one," Kristina said not giving him an option.

Adi eagerly went to her, his head pushing the older males head out of the way and slowly drew his tongue from back go front over her sensitive crease gathering as much of her nectar as he could. The female moaned. She whispered into Vira's ear after his tongue had passed up and over her clit, "He's a natural."

In the back of the room Vira noticed that Adi's eldest-male was no longer standing but now knelt with his nose pressed against her mother's sex. One hand held his head in position and she could see she was moving her hips slowly over his nose. She smiled once more when their eyes met.

"On your back sub," the older female commanded and the male immediately obeyed.

"You too," she said to Adi. Get down on your belly and watch. He did. A moment later he watched as Kristina straddled her partner and knelt over his face. Her swollen vagina and labia hung between her legs just out of reach from his mouth and tongue. Her pussy dripped droplets onto his face. The male sat motionless, eyes open, mouth closed and let the copious drippings of her arousal coat his face in wetness. 

Adi licked his lips and Kristina noticed. "I bet you wish you were there instead of him little male. If you were an employed Bull I'd have fun with you too but you're too young. Too bad."

Vira came around and knelt on Adi's back. She didn't know why but just she felt the impulse to do so. She also watched as the secretions continued to fall onto the males' face and thought how nice all of this looked. Her heart raced and she felt so very excited. This was so much better than whatever it was she had thought Revelation Day was about. It was way, way better. Her mind drifted to Adi." Would he?" She looked back at her mom who had been watching her closely. Her mom beamed with approval and now she too had that look as the male had obviously stirred her sex with his own ministrations. 

Just then Kristina hissed, "Breakfast time, sub," and lowered her hips down onto his mouth.

The male's mouth came to life and Kristina rocked back and forth making sure his tongue teased her at just the right spot.

"Are you watching all this little male?" She teased.

Adi nodded.

"Your turn soon enough," she suggested. "Isn't that right Vira?"

"I think so." She giggled and massaged his muscular traps and shoulders with both hands and then leaned forward and kissed him on the back of his head. "This looks like so much fun Adi"

Adi's erection grew more pronounced but remained hidden beneath.

The male soon brought her to another orgasm. After she calmed she had him push the desk aside and she reclined in the chair pushing the back of the seat even further back. When she did, leg extensions came forward so she had a place to rest her legs. The chair was made particularly for this, Vira noted. Kristina lay comfortably reclined. Her legs were splayed outward in a V and every part of her position told the male where he needed to be. 

Again the male ministered at her pussy. This time Vira directed Adi to kneel next to the older male where he could watch and learn. When she came a third time she erupted and squeezed her legs together, capturing both males' heads and compressed them painfully tight against one another. Adi was pulled into her sex and in the process his face was coated in her nectar. As if compelled to do so Adi extended his tongue and together the two males stroked upward, each licking the swollen labia closest to them. Again and again they stroked her sex causing her to cry out as the sensations overwhelmed her. 

"Ooohhhh, oooooohhh, oooooooh," she said between gasps. "Oooooh Vira they -- feel -- sooo -- good -- working -- to-gether -- like -- this." Her words were staccato and interrupted by the uncontrolled contractions of her pelvic muscles that pressed her vagina more forcefully against the two boy's faces. 

Adi was in heaven. Where he was now was so unplanned. He didn't even know who this female was and if he saw her a day later at a shopping market he might not even recognize her. But he'd never forget her odor. She smelled and tasted so good. Her musky scent was intoxicating and he wondered if Vira smelled and tasted similarly. Neither male resisted as the female arched and bucked. They were locked together by her strong thighs and violent contractions. But to both, the hard contractions only made them more determined to bring her even more satisfaction with their jointed oral efforts. Finally she could take it no more and pushed them away. Kristina was left panting. The older male knelt in Command Position and waited.

Adi heard Vira's soft voice, "Stand up Adi."

She reached around and felt his crotch. He was hard. For a male not yet fully matured his cock was long and thick. Kristina noticed.

"He's one of the gifted ones," she said with admiration. Reaching out Kristina felt his balls. "Oh my, he is. I know where you will be going after you finish your schooling."

"Where?" asked Vira.

"To Lavender. He'll be recruited there for sure. Feel how big he is already."

Vira felt the weight of the two spheres that hung from the base of his cock. They swung free and easy but they had weight and mass. Vira could feel her body becoming more excited and felt her own pussy become even wetter. It was then that Elena spoke into her ear. She had walked up without a sound on the soft mat.

"Aren't you glad you came to school today?"

"Oh Mother! Yes! I had no idea."

"I know you didn't. I didn't want your mind to be filled with these thoughts before the time came. But now it has and you will soon become a mature female." She looked at Adi, "and you will be the one to make my daughter yearn for this every day," she said.

"It would be my pleasure Ma'am."

"Indeed it will; young male and you will learn to please every part of her body in time. But now we need to get back to your class. Let's go."

Adi rose and immediately Elena caught his gaze. "Head down young man and walk behind my daughter. Part of growing up is behaving like the submissive male you are. You are no longer he equal and that means you will act respectfully. She pressed his head forward directing his gaze down. "From now on, the only time you walk next to Vira or look her in the eye is when she extends the offer. Do you understand?"

Adi instinctively looked down when she was done lecturing and said, "Yes ma'am."

The two males walked head downcast behind the two dominant females. Vira looked around at the growing number of students exiting the building and walking back to school. All of the males were walking identically to Adi and his father. Their heads were down, their hands were clasped behind their backs and they were following a female. When she looked at the sight she didn't' think much about it but when she turned and saw Adi walking deferentially behind she got a tingle deep inside 'there' and that made her beam with anticipation. As much as she enjoyed him being beside her, knowing that he was behind and had to watch her legs and ass for guidance made her feel even better. She started to ache even more down in that special place deep in her tummy. She proudly held her mom's hand, exchanged knowing glances for the first time and walked confidently back into her classroom.

Ms Inga was waiting at the door and directed the males to stand in the hall outside the room along with the other males. She pointed to a desk along the windowed wall indicating it was Vira's new seat. 

Vira beamed with excitement as the full impact of what she saw became reality. The old desks aligned in rows and columns were gone. Everything was gone. Other than Ms Inga's desk and personal items and the closets in the back of the classroom, everything had been updated. Desks now were aligned in two rows, one on the left and the other on the right: desk, stool, desk, stool, desk, stool -- just like the high school class she had attended. Additionally, her seat was exactly like Kristina's and the wood floor between the two rows of desk was now covered by the same cushioned matting as in the high school class. 

She didn't take the time to examine the new furniture. Rather she instinctively knew what proper protocol was. She stood in front of her desk tall and proud and the other females did likewise, following her example. Ms Inga smiled when she saw what the females had done and complimented them. Elena and the other mothers sat in makeshift seats in the rear of the class that had been brought in and soon after Ms Inga guided the males in. The look on their eyes from the females' perspectives was priceless. Jaws dropped, eyes widened and trousers bulged. 

"Head down males!" Ms Inga snapped. "You know what to do," she said sternly.

Adi went to Vira but Anton remained outside. The other males paired with their mates similarly. Ms Inga motioned with her finger to the mothers to follow her and all the adult females left the room. Inga closed the door behind, leaving only the students inside. For an awkward minute the males stood with their eyes looking at the floor. The females said nothing. It was Galena who broke the silence.

"Strip!"

The other females followed suit and ten males stripped naked, tossing their clothes in a heap in the center of the room. Some immediately commanded them to present but Vira and two others didn't. Vira watched Adi's penis grow. The process of it stretching forward and upward, lifting itself like finally awaking after a prolonged sleep pleased her. His penis soon stood, pointing at a 30 degree angle upward. It was long and thick and the balls that hung beneath were huge -- bigger than any of the others in the room. Vira reached out and gently grasped it. Slowly moving her hand up and down she stroked him softly. She thought she heard him groan with pleasure. Walking behind she touched his ass, shoulders and torso and admired his physique. Like the other males he was strong and muscular and without body hair except for the blond locks on his head. She loved seeing him this way. He didn't resemble the males she had seen on the web. Most of the males on those porn sites had body hair and the thought of it repulsed her. It hid the beauty of the male body that was so beautiful to behold. She patted his muscular round ass.

Whispering in his ear while standing behind she said, "My Adi, lay on your back. I'm going to sit on your face and you are going to please me." She could feel his body tremble with excitement.

Adi moved into position and Vira removed her jeans and panties and stood over him. Adi's gaze was not up but down. 

"Look at me. Any time you are on your back I want you to look and admire my body."

His eyes traveled up her long lean legs and stopped at the apex of her legs. His eyes were transfixed on the bald puffy mounds now glistening with moisture. Vira's panties had been wet with anticipation. Just as Kristina had done, Vira stood hovering over him. To her surprise droplets of liquid fell from her onto his face. She looked down watching his face quickly become wet, and then saturated.

"Open your mouth. Drink." She whispered as that internal spigot opened even more. She watched the drips fall into his mouth -- drip, drip, drip, drip. She was wetter than she had ever been. And the entire time he never took his eyes off her. She held that gaze and then knelt. Now her sex was inches above him. She remained there letting him soak in her body; letting him drink even more of her discharge. She looked around the room. Every other female had already had their males' face buried between their legs but Vira was in no hurry. For some reason she felt as if it was more important for him to bond with her pussy than simply make her cum. On the way back from C-24 her mom had whispered, "You can have him anytime you want now," and that comment kept reverberating in her mind. 

She could have him and she would have him. Not only every morning at school but afterward as well. They were neighbors and she could page him at will.

"Are you glad that we are about to do this Adi?"

"I am. I'm very glad. I can't wait to lick you."

She smiled. He smiled. 

"OK then do your best and make me feel good. OK"

"Yes Vira. I will," he said tenderly.

She let her knees spread wider and as she did her body lowered until it rested fully on his face. She felt his tongue graze over her labia first encircling her in one direction and then in the other. As he did the most glorious feelings of pleasure cascaded over her. Her eyes closed and her head rolled languidly to one side as she concentrated on what he was doing to her. Why had her mother not told her that males were meant to do this? Why had her friends not said anything to her before? Why? But the questions were soon lost and the knowledge that she could have this every day -- and would have this every day made her feel so wonderful.

"Oh Adi!" This is so nice. She lifted off him, bent down and kissed his forehead and asked, "What do you think?"

"I'm about to cry I feel so good knowing you like this."

"Do it some more but do it more on the inside. OK?"

He nodded and she fell back on him. The noise in the room had grown louder as females climaxed, some for the first time today, some already for the second time. Vira joined them a minute later as the building emotions and sensitivity of her body grew until it could no longer be contained.

Crying out in joy she grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled him to her with all her strength. Holding him there she shook, gasped and fucked his face. The orgasm she experienced was like nothing she had ever felt at home in her own bed. This was ten times better because it was with him and not from the effect of her finger. She pushed him away, looked at him momentarily and then pulled him back against her sex and came once more. Completely exhausted emotionally she relaxed, her ass sinking back onto his chest. He breathed deeply feeling content and fulfilled knowing what he had just done to her. He flexed his neck and kissed her ever so lightly on her vulva. Vira could see his eyes well up with tears when his head rested once more on the soft mat.




The Science Experiment Ch. 03



"Oh Adi, you were meant to be the one to do this to me."

He just smiled. Vira watched water trickle down both sides of his face as the immensity of his submission to this beautiful female engulfed is thoughts. "So this is what it means to be a grown male," he thought feeling more content than he had ever been. He had experienced for the first time what it really meant to please a female and it felt so very good indeed. 

After they calmed they talked for a bit and then she tried out the new chair. After she came with him kneeling between her legs, she stood with one foot on the desk and him kneeling beneath. Finally she laid on her side, put his face between her legs and came one final time. She had an insatiable desire for more but Ms Inga quietly brought the orgy to an end. Whenever one of the females climaxed she got their attention and motioned with her hand for her to sit in her seat and for her male to sit on the stool beside her. Five minutes later Galena came while everyone watched respectfully. She came in a glorious scream of passion and delight and the other nine females applauded as soon as she the most intense part of her orgasm had passed. 

The minds and perspectives of the twenty students in her class as well as the other had changed dramatically. That's what Revelation Day did. It opened up new possibilities for these soon-to-be adults.

"Wow!" Now wasn't that fun everyone!" Inga exclaimed.

There was a bustle of responses and comments and the general consensus by all was that it was better than they could have imagined. Ms Inga let them talk about what they experienced. Actually she let the females talk about what they experienced and ignored the males. Finally she said,

"There is more to Revelation Day than visiting the High School and then enjoying your partner. As you can see the room is set up now like the high school room you were in and there is a reason for that. Every morning we will begin our day like the older students."

That drew a few claps from the females, smiles by all and a few affectionate pushes to the heads of the males kneeling next to them.

"Unlike the older students we have some learning to do so our morning sessions will be a longer."

"How much longer?" asked one female.

"About twice as long," Ms Inga said pleasantly.

"In addition, the males have some new rules which they are to follow. First, the stool you are sitting on is yours. That is our seat. You are never to sit in the taller seats next to you. They are only to be used by a female. Even if she is absent, the stool is where you are to remain. Any questions?" 

She looked around the room. No one spoke.

"Second, you may only look at me or the white-board when I am talking, when I am writing on it, when someone else is writing on it as part of a class assignment or when you are directly spoken to by a female. However if I or one of the other females commands you to get into Command Position you are to do so. If any female tells you to look down, look away, or tell you to do anything you are to obey them and do so until told otherwise. While working on your assignments, your eyes are to be kept below the level of the desks. At no time are you to look up, other than the times I've just mentioned. Is there any question with this regulation?"

Again no one spoke although the females smiled as they looked around the room and studied the ten males now with their heads bowed.

"Third, if I am not in the room and you have a question, then you need to ask the female in charge of you. The female in charge of you for now is the one you were partnered with today. If she is not here then you are to ask another female before taking any action. You are to never assume that you have the right to do anything outside of accepted protocols without asking. For example, if you need to use the restroom then you must ask me like you always do but do so with your head down. If I am not here then you ask your female. Again, is there any question? I want to make sure we understand one another."

Adi and the other males remained still and silent. What struck Adi were not so much the new rules he had to follow but the sudden change in tone by Ms Inga. She acted as if she was no longer someone he could confide in but now ran the class with an attitude like all of the males was more of a nuisance than a vital part of the class. Then he thought of what it was like at home and how similar Ms Inga was to his mother. Ms Inga it seemed was going to treat him in the same way his mother treated his eldest-male and brother. Mom often told her contracted-male and older brother that they were her slaves. Adi figured that he would now be his mother's third slave which made him feel oddly good for some reason. It seemed that his teacher was telling the boys that they were to act like slaves to the females now too, and that too made him feel really good inside too. He caressed Vira's leg affectionately and she touched his shoulder.

"Fourth, you are to obey your female and you are to address her as Mistress unless she tells you otherwise. You are not to look her in the eye unless given permission. Again, is anything I've said not clear?"

Again, there was no response; only bowed heads and zippered lips.

"OK," she said after taking a deep breath. "Now for the females, Rule number one," she continued. "You are to conduct yourself at all times as the superior sex. As you can see from the events this morning both here and while at the high school, the purpose of these males is partly to provide you with pleasure. You also know enough from living at home with your mother and her contracted mate -- the eldest-male - that the role of all males is the same at home as it will now be here. They are to obey; they are to pleasure when directed; they are to protect and they are to treat us females with the deference we rightly deserve. That should not be a problem for any since that is their nature. It is who they are. Today, however we are giving you more latitude with them because of your growth as a female.

With the services they now provide for your enjoyment, you now have the added responsibility of not abusing your freedom. I'm not saying you cannot be demanding and in fact I hope you will expect perfection from your male, but I also expect your conduct to be in accordance with the standards of Testeekul, which I'm sure you are well acquainted."

"Rule number two: you are to teach your male how best to serve. Your male today is the one you are partnered with. I will give you until the end of the week to switch if you can come to an agreement with another female. Come Monday morning the male you have is the male that will be your contracted-male for the remainder of the year. All of these males are gifted. All possess the necessary attributes." 

She raised her eyebrows once or twice to indicate to the females listening that she was referring to their genitals. The females smiled knowingly.

"You are to teach them," she continued, "how they can best meet your specific needs. That is your responsibility. The fact that they are gifted physically does not mean that they know best how to use what they have been endowed. Most of them have no idea how to use their tools appropriately. Your job is to help them to become experts in pleasing and serving you. If you aren't fully satisfied, then that is your fault, not theirs. I am not only referring to them pleasuring you sexually each morning. That is only a part of their training. It's your job to train them to serve you in every way. When I give you assignments for the two of you to work together, during study hall, during our lunch breaks, before school starts, on your way home -- all of those times serve as opportunities for you to teach them how you want them to be, act and serve. And here is a word of advice: whenever they do something well, let them know; whenever they do something wrong, let them know that too. If you can help them to be better by explaining or showing them, I advise you to do so. A male is only as useful to his contracted female as the teaching she provides."

The emotion in the room changed from one of fun and frolic to one of seriousness as Ms Inga's words penetrated their thoughts. Being an adult female, especially one with a contracted-male was serious business and not to be taken lightly, thought Vira. She wanted to be a wise female and one that would be respected by others when she reached the age of maturity. That meant that she would need to apply herself and understand the mind of her male better. Homework would be in order, she realized in this area of study that all this was still very much a foreign language to her. 

"Rule number three is this: these males are submissives. Just as the eldest-male in your home is the submissive to your mother, these males are your submissive. The same expectations of a submissive at home are to be extended to them at school. I'm sure you all know what I mean. 

"Vira," she said catching her mind drifting in thought elsewhere. 

Vira stiffened and then answered, "Yes Ms Inga."

"I will use you as an example. Adi is your contracted-male today, is he not?"

"Yes Ms Inga."

"Then class," she looked at each female individually before continuing. "Adi is no longer known as Adi but rather 'the male of Vira'. Galena, your male is to be referred to as 'the male of Galena' and so forth. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Ms Inga," came the consensual response from the ten females."

"Finally," Inga stated, "because you have complete authority over them, males are to refer to you as Mistress as I have previously instructed them. They are not to use your name but rather refer to you as Mistress Galena, or Mistress Vanessa."

Ms Inga talked for another hour on this topic and every student was riveted to every word. She shared advice, told stories of past students during Revelation day, and told many stories in which she referenced personal experiences and situations involving Leo whom she held in contract. She addressed both the females as well as the males and when speaking to the males directed them to look at her. She spoke of the virtues of serving, of obeying and of deferring and how valuable those character traits are viewed by females in general and by the City Council of the Wise in particular. She shared with them some of the history of the city and why it was structured as it was and how well it functioned. She spoke of crime being almost non-existent and compared that to the rampant crimes against females found everywhere else in the world. Testeekul was the lone exception. By the time she had finished it was lunch time and afterward Ms Inga permitted the females another hour of freedom to use their contracted-male as they wished.

She knew the end result of this freedom and was not disappointed. Every female chose to repeat the activities of the morning. The only restriction she imposed was no penetration. That, she said, would be a future lesson. The females grudgingly agreed to abide by her wishes and enjoyed their contracted-males' services until many more climaxes took place. 

The electronic signal rang out, bringing the day to an end and both female and male alike left school very different than when they arrived this morning. Vira started the twenty minute walk home with her contracted-male Adi walking behind. Five minutes into her journey she told him to walk beside and to no longer gaze down. She gave him permission to speak and together they talked about the day that was.

"I loved my day," she finally said after they had walked in silence for another block.

Adi said nothing. He wasn't sure if it was ok for him to speak.

Vira continued, "As much as I liked what you did for me I love that you are my contracted-male. I never knew how mom felt having the eldest-male to boss around and do whatever she wants done." She looked at Adi, "But now I have you contracted to me. You shall be known as the Eldest-male of Vira!" She broke into a heartfelt laugh at the sound of that.

"Eldest-male of Vira, what didn't you like about today? Speak."

"Nothing."

"So you liked everything; the new rules, being my contracted-male, doing everything I told you to do. Everything?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I?"

It was that last phrase that made her smile -- 'why wouldn't I'. "What do you mean?" she asked wanting to know more.

"I knew as soon as I saw that Bull under Kristina that I wished I could be him."

Vira interrupted his answer. "You wanted to be under Kristina?"

"No, no. Well, yes and no," he stammered. "What I was going to say is that when I saw him undress and lie down, I thought of you."

"Me? Why me."

"I've always thought that I wanted to be more to you than just good friends."

"You did? Like how? Like for how long?"

"For a long time. Maybe since I was fourteen or fifteen. A few years ago my mind began to change. I remember when I only wanted to play with my brother or play with you and him together but then things started to change in my head. I don't know why but I started to look at you differently. I wanted to have fun with him and with you too but I also wanted to obey you. That's why I always ran to your house as soon as you called or why I would never leave to go home until you told me I needed to go."

Vira put one arm around him and ran her hand down over his crotch. She didn't know why she had the sudden impulse to do this but when she did she felt his hardness. He was really hard. "Why are you hard my contracted-male?"

"I just am. I always get hard when I am with you."

"Do you get hard when you are around the other females too?"

"Maybe a little but not like this."

"Then why me?"

"Just because." He couldn't think of the right words to describe why he got so aroused by Vira.

"That answer is not good enough Eldest-male of Vira." She pulled him off the sidewalk and together they sat on a brick retaining wall. She rubbed his erection again. "I want to know why and you will tell me now." Her voice was more firm this time. He realized she expected complete honesty and revelation.

He thought before responding. "If I said because I am attracted to you, would that make sense?"

"A little, but why?"

"A little because you are a female and a little because you are so pretty but a lot because of how you have changed too."

"Me changed? How?"

"You've gotten taller and stronger and you look more grown up; more like your mother. Your body is becoming more grown up. You have perfect breasts and they keep getting bigger."

Vira smiled. "Have you been watching them grow?"

Now it was Adi's turn to blush. "Yes. I think they are beautiful. Perfect in fact."

"I think they are going to get a lot bigger my contracted-male. Will they still be perfect?"

Adi ran his tongue across his upper lip and swallowed. "They will be even more beautiful."

"I think so too." Wanting to hear his full explanation she brought the topic back on track. So what else?" 

He thought for a moment organizing his thoughts once more. "Your body changed and so did the way you acted with me."

Vira smiled. "And how is that."

"Now you tell me what you want. You make me do things. You don't like it anymore if I disagree with you. You tell me I'm not as smart as you. You look at me differently and make me feel like you want me for your own." He paused as if thinking of more and then added, "You've changed in a lot of ways. Maybe we both have."

Adi had stumbled onto the truth, though he didn't know it. Michelle, the female that had made him to be who he was, had programmed this into his genetic make-up. Twenty years previous both she and Martin had talked about the value they both held for their childhoods. Both recollected experience after experience of playing with dolls, playing make believe, digging in dirt, swinging, climbing and exploring the world around them innocent of the adult world that was all around them. They wanted Testeekul children and teens to have that same opportunity to just be kids. But Michelle knew that time had to come to an end at some point. She thought of the turmoil of puberty and the concomitant insecurities. Neither wished that on anyone, yet knew it was a part of life. Michelle disagreed, stating that she could negate all of that negativity of those transitional years. She labored for weeks in the lab and eventually figured out the answer to the problem at hand. She came to understand the genetic coding of puberty and deleted the impact of several genetic switches, effectively turning off the 'bad' ones and permitting only the 'good' ones to remain on. In the process she permitted Vira and Adi and Galina and Kristina and all of the others growing up to experience puberty in a positive way rather than years viewed as turbulent ones. That discovery was probably Michelle's greatest achievement in the coding she did.

Turning on the sequence of genes that began the process of developing dominance in females and submission in males proved to be an achievable goal. She designed the 'vaccine' to not alter the universal childhood qualities seen in all children but brought that to an end at approximately age ten or eleven. Along with several other modifications that overrode the negativity often associated with the many physical and emotional changes of puberty she permitted adolescents to pass through this period of life in two distinct, yet healthy tracts. Females moved through progressive stages in their expression of dominance, they developed the typical secondary sex characteristics of all females but without stimulating hair growth or the classic premenstrual irrational and emotional states typical the female during their monthly cycle. In fact, Michelle enabled the female to maturate without having to go through a period at all! Their genetic modifications facilitated optimal 'positive physical character qualities, as Michelle termed them. Practically this meant that adolescent females became strikingly beautiful, dominant and wise. Likewise, similar changes took place in males but with the expression of pre-programmed submissive behavior traits instead of dominant ones. She also figured out how to accelerated penis size and girth, promote development of oversized testicles and of course eliminate the growth of all body hair albeit on the head. 

The result of Michelle and Martin's foresight enabled teens like Vira and her contracted-male to engage in discussions of this nature without the shame, shyness or insecurity found by similar aged adolescents the world over. Although these two knew nothing of how exceptional their emotional maturity was when compared to others their age in Russia, the US, China or Indonesia, they were the beneficiaries of Michelle's genius.

"And you like all of these changes?"

"I enjoy those changes very much Mistress. They make me want to obey you even more." Vira noticed he never said the word like or love. Her mother had told her that males become affectionate but their affection is obedient-based and not love-based the way old books often betrayed a man. Females were not that way. They did feel love and this was another example of the superior genetic make-up of their superior gender.

"Do you love me contracted-male?"

Adi looked at her curiously. "I don't know. I want to please you with all my being. Is that what you mean?"

"I think it is. But that is different than love. Love means you want to care for another and protect them and hold them close to you but it also means more."

"I want to be that kind of contracted-male for you but I don't know that I understand the 'more' you are talking about."

"And you don't need to. I'll take care of that part. You just be the best Eldest-male of Vira you can be and I will take care of the rest."

"I like that. May I please you again today?"




The Science Experiment Ch. 03



"Vira patted his thigh and stood. "Maybe. If I need you, then you will."

"If you need anything. I will."

"That is right. Now come. I want to take you home and show you to my mother."

Ten minutes later they came to her home, a two and a half story brick house of approximately 5000 square feet. It was a typical home in a neighborhood of approximately 1000 homes. Vira walked quickly with her male tagging along behind. She had told him to walk deferentially behind once more during the last phase of their walk home. Walking into the house, her mother greeted her with a kiss on both cheeks and then saw her male standing behind with his head bowed. She smiled at Vira and then took him by the ear and walked briskly outside with the young male in tow.

"Do not look at me. Are you my daughter's contracted-male?" She knew the answer. This was Revelation Day and Adi was one of Vira's best friends. His attitude when she first saw him was evidence enough that he was doing his best. But he had not done enough.

"Yes Ma'am."

"We have rules in this house for all contracted-males. Do you know my house rules?"

"I will only tell you two. First, you are not to enter my home unless you are naked. Second, you are to obey any female that commands you while inside those doors." She pointed to the front door tempting him to raise his eyes but he didn't. Smiling at his discipline she left him standing on the porch.

Adi stripped, folded his clothes and placed them neatly in the corner, next to the door. Five minutes later Vira opened the door. Her mother had made her stand there to wait. They had watched him the entire time but Adi hadn't known. What he also didn't know was that they watched his over-sized cock harden almost instantaneously after he had assumed the standard position of deference. Vira's mom whispered how impressed she was with the girth of his cock but commended him even more of the size of his balls.

"Oh sweetie, watching him cum will be such a joy to see. Make sure you learn all you can about how to make him empty completely on the first try. I can show you if you wish."

"Will it be a lot?"

"More than you can imagine. He is one of the select. Just look at the size of those beautiful balls," she whispered. "They are huge and he's only 18! Can you imagine what he will be like when he is 20?" "Oh my god," she whispered to herself thinking of the possibilities the male had if he continued to mature at this accelerated rate.

"OK, give me a second to go to the den, and then bring him to me. I'm going to make sure he understands the other rule that I told him."

"Yes Mother."

Vira opened the door and approached. Reaching out she gently stroked the underside of his beautiful cock. 

"This is nice. It is mine. You will obey." She spoke in terse sentences. 

Turning she stood at the door and waited for him to open it. When he did she entered and he followed. He had been in this home many times but never before naked and never before seeing anything more than that which was less than a few feet above the floor. He followed his new Mistress and they entered the den. Her mother sat in one of the chairs reading a magazine.

"Mother, do you approve of my contracted-male?" Vira asked.

"Come male. Let me see you." Her voice was strong and condescending.

He stood while she remained seated. While standing with his legs spread, arms remaining clasped behind the small of his back and his head down, she inspected him. He avoided making eye contact although it would have been easy to do so given her seated position. 

"Closer." She commanded. Reaching out she palmed his balls, lifting them slightly; feeling their weight. "Your balls are full. When have you last ejaculated male?"

"Never Ma'am."

"Never?"

"Mother has forbidden it. She told me I was forbidden to ejaculate when the changes started to take place."

"What Changes?"

"When my balls getting real big real fast. They started to change a few years ago and so did my penetrator. It started getting bigger and becoming hard all the time."

"Penetrator? Is that what you call this?"

"It's what I call it."

"Don't call it that anymore. Do you understand male?" She did not wait for a response. She continued, "Your Mistress will tell you what you will call it, not you. You don't make decisions anymore. You just follow directions."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Suck on my toes. Lick my feet, Male of Vira."

For the next hour Vira and her mother relaxed in the den. Vira told her all about her day at school. Mother asked many questions and seemed pleased with all that took place. She asked direct questions about the submissive male now sucking on her toes. She asked if Vira intended to trade him for another, how he performed as her pleasurer today, what she intended to teach him and her thoughts on his attributes. Not caring to hide anything because she cared nothing for him, Mother did talk to her daughter about his abnormally large balls and oversized penis. She asked Vira if she wanted to see what those balls contained. Vira did.

"Then command him to do what you want," Mother stated.

"Where will it all go?"

"In a drinking glass. So he can drink it when he is through. That way it leaves no mess."

"Sub," Vira said now standing over him. "Go fetch a large glass out of the cabinet. I want you to do this after Mother releases you from your chore."

He sucked and licked for another ten minutes before she pulled her foot away. Adi left the room. Returning, he gave the glass to Vira.

"No, keep it. Now stand and jerk-off for us. Cum in the glass. Then drink all of it. Use your finger to clean everything out."

Adi obeyed. Spreading his legs he held his member with one hand and the glass with another and proceeded to stroke. He could not encircle it between thumb and forefinger but rather used his entire hand when masturbating.

"Come closer sub. I want my daughter to see what happens."

As Adi's excitement increased, his balls rose, plastering themselves tight against his underside. His body grew tenser. Mother pointed all of this to Vira.

"Stop!" Mother exclaimed.

He did standing once more in the position of deference.

"Never let him cum the first time he gets excited. Stopping him like this several times makes for a bigger bang. Now you try."

Vira waited for his balls to drop and then commanded him to begin again. She watched the change in his body, both in the testicle movement as well as the change in muscle tension as his body attempted to push the semen free of its holding chambers. Stopping him five more times mother and daughter treated the male more as if he was a tool for which Vira could learn from than a real person. Her mother explained the physiology of the excitement cycle of the male. She explained the reasoning behind the repeated teasing before she gave Vira permission to finally let him cum. When Vira permitted him to produce a specimen her contracted-male grunted uncontrollably as one violent spurt after another shot into the glass quickly filling it halfway. Vira watched, astonished at how fast and how much white milky fluid shot from his penis. 

"Oh my, Mother! So much!"

"Yes. It is a beautiful sight to behold. It is something males do so well." She spoke casually as the event unfolded before her daughters eyes. "This is another part of him that you can enjoy in many ways," she added.

"The younger female watched, bending forward as he spurted yet again. She let him squirt some on her finger and tasted his sweet seed.

"Good. Yes?"

"Yes! Very!"

"Now watch."

As Mother expected, based on the size of his balls he continued to release even more of the sticky white fluid after the spurting ceased. She told Vira that what she was seeing now was what set him apart from others. Normal males spurted and then stopped. Only the best could do this. 

Vira watched as the glass continued to fill, a process that took nearly five minutes to complete. His output stopped with only a half-inch to spare from completely filling the tall glass. 

Mother smiled. "Impressive for a teenage male. That is nearly sixteen ounces. He will be a wealthy Bull when he is older. Consider keeping him if he satisfies you in all the other ways. Otherwise release him and find a better one. Life is more than finding a male that can do this, even though this is a special one that will make you very rich indeed."

Vira patted him on the back, "I intend to train him well. When he is of age I will contract him formally."

"You have time. Wait and see how he develops. We can talk for many nights before you risk losing him."

As they chatted they watched his cock lose its hardness and bend once more. The male stood with glass in hand and head bowed. Vira watched as the thick eight-inch appendage assumed a less potent posture. Mother raised an eyebrow as if saying, "Go ahead Vira."

"Drink male." She commanded.

Obeying his Mistress he did. Apprehensive with the first gulp, he realized the taste was pleasing and complied with her command, downing it all. With the glass raised overhead, he held it there letting as much of the liquid fall into his mouth. When nothing more came he cleaned it with his tongue and finger until it was mostly clean.

"Wash the glass sub," Vira said "and return it to the cupboard where you found it. Then come to me."

When he left Vira asked. "What happens when he does that inside me?"

Mother smiled. "It will be everywhere won't it, dear?" she said laughing. "But you don't have to let him do that inside you if you don't want to. You can train him to withhold his pleasure for you."

"Withhold?"

"Yes withhold. See how he softens afterward?"

"Yes."

"You can no longer be pleasured with him soft. Yet if you want to enjoy him for an hour, then he must learn to withhold his release. He can learn. He may make mistakes along the way but that is what you must do. If you can teach him proper restraint, then he will be of great service to you. He will be a desired eldest-male and many of your friends will want him and be envious of his skills."

"He is mine. Like I said, I'm not giving him up."

Mother smiled, "Then train him well. Listen to your teacher. Listen to your mother. Listen to everyone that you respect and learn all the little tricks that make a good male a great male."

"Ms Inga is contracted to a former Bull. She told us today."

"Then she will be a good one to talk with. Maybe you can take your male to see hers and they can talk. Maybe her male can teach yours a thing or two."

Vira nodded approvingly. "That is a good idea. Maybe I will."

"For now, just enjoy him. You've only had him for one day."

Just then he returned and the two females looked his way. Mother excused herself to check on her male and Vira took hers upstairs to her bedroom where she began the first of many lessons in oral servitude. As it turned out her contracted-male was not only well equipped appendage-wise but also a quick learner. She sent him home two hours after he had spent the entire time on his back. Together they explored this new way of interacting and together learned exactly what Vira enjoyed most. On his way home and all that evening he replayed the two hours she had made him use his tongue to please. He focused most on the last of those sessions, recounting her words, "Yes, right there," and "That feels really nice. I could enjoy you doing that for a long time," and, "Oh my Adi, that's.... that feels incredible." 

He was learning, but knew here was so much more to learn. He felt completely at peace that evening. His mother also questioned him about his day privately and Adi confessed all openly and without omitting anything. He had nothing to hide and in fact, felt as if he needed to tell his mother everything. She questioned him about what Vira had him do both in the den and upstairs privately. Smiling when he described what her mother had told her to do, she understood Vira's amazement at his output. Although his mother had not yet required him to demonstrate for her, she knew he was one of the select. She had watched him mature and knew there was so much more maturation that was yet to come. 

"Sleep my young male. You've had a busy day and your Mistress will be keeping you busy from now on. You are growing up finally. You will serve her well, yes?"

"Yes mother. I have enjoyed serving her today."

"You will make me proud by serving her even better every day. Maybe I will let you serve me. I can teach you much."

Mistress Vira's mother said the same thing. I have many that want to teach me."

"It's because you are special. She wants a contracted-male that is special for her daughter and I want my male to make me proud. In the end you can learn from many and Vira will be the beneficiary of all you learn."

Adi fell asleep but his sleep was filled with visions, and every one of them included the beautiful Vira. Would she really take him as her contracted-male when he came of age? All he could think about was her mother's comment, "only take him if he is good at pleasuring you in all ways." He promised himself, even in his dreams that he would become 'that' male for her. It would be his focus from now until he came of age. And now he had both his and her mother willing to teach him. "I will learn all I can," he thought. "I will make Mother and Mistress Vira proud." He rolled onto his stomach, pushing the monstrous erection to a more comfortable position and then slept dreamlessly until his alarm awoke him once more.

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The Science Experiment Ch. 04



The Science Experiment: The Infiltration Chapter 4

Nearly crushed under the weight of the fifty pound bags of jasmine rice, Robert Sumpter and Steven Puller lay motionless. The truck stopped. Microscopic sensors on the exterior of the truck transmitted sounds and conversations to the earwigs each man wore inside. They were passing through a customs check point and were in the process of being cleared to proceed. The journey would soon be over. Thank god! It had been two days since they stealthily negotiated the many obstacles in Istanbul, making their way through the city, posing as tourists and then in the wee hours of the morning sneaking into the massive building that serviced incoming and outbound produce and other food products. The men entered through one of the vacant loading bays, searched over 20 truck manifests before finding one heading north to the small city in southeastern Russia. After connecting sophisticated equipment to the trucks exterior they waited amidst the holds cargo. In a land in which they were easily recognized as foreigners the ex-soldiers endured the rough roads, extended journey and intense heat inside the cargo hold as the suns radiant energy baked everything inside.. 

The vehicle stopped for the last time. They had arrived. They had spent the last eighteen hours in cramped quarters but the trip from Detroit to Paris to the Middle East to Testeekul had gone off without a hitch. The tall handsome driver put the truck in park, pulled on the emergency break, and got out. He carried his papers into the dispatch office, got the required signatures and was gone. Sumpter checked for occupants in the building using the video monitor he had placed on the trucks' roof in Turkey. He saw at least forty men busily unloading several of the other trucks that had backed into the loading docks nearby. Powerful men wearing only jeans and T-shirts unloaded both boxes that contained all types of food. Puller checked is watch. It was 4:30 PM. If their surveillance was correct, which they were certain it was, the place would soon empty.

An hour later everyone had vacated the building. The shift ended. Sumpter whispered, "Now." Contracting his powerful leg and back muscles he strained, forcing the heavy sacks above him to part as he stood. The 50 pound bags slid in all directions. Eventually his head and shoulders appeared and he began the process of heaving the weighty bags to one side, until he was to climb on top of the heap. Immediately he dug for his partner. Once out they exited through the emergency port on the roof of the container truck. 

Puller scoped out their location while remaining prone and concealed on the roof. Twenty minutes later after making sure the facility was empty the former Navy Seals slid out from behind a pallet of boxes, made their way to one of the back doors and disappeared into the alley.

"Here we go," said Puller. "Time to find the merchandise and get out of here."

Sumpter smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. For past six months the two had been planning the theft. Sumpter, age 32 and Puller, now almost 30, had recently completed their final enlistment with the US Navy. It was Puller, who had first learned through a friend that worked in the intelligence branch that Testeekul was the home of the most beautiful women in the world. Satellite intel that now was so powerful that surveillance cameras could read words on the pages of a book with unparalleled clarity. Intel had verified the rumors of the plethora of gorgeous and shapely women in this secluded part of the world. . 

Testeekul knew the Russians, Chinese, and Americans and probably a host of other nations were spying on them using satellites. To discourage this, every rooftop repositioned 1 in 10 of their solar panels. The repositioning effectively reduced their light capturing capabilities but also negated satellite spying by acting like mioors that bounced sunlight back into space. With thousands of panels sending light back on all directions, and with the added information of knowing the positioning of the satellites capable of looking down on them, Testeekul engineers prevented further intrusion from the outside using this technology. What they could not combat was night optical photography. At least until quite recently. Although night photos were not as revealing as daylight ones they still yielded lots of information. Brickner Inc, had come up with a solution, by scrambling infrared light energy and effectively blocked night optic cameras from penetrating. Photos taken now looked were cloudy as if the picture was taken over the city with a cloud cover. At least for the present, the use of reflective mirrors and infrared interference precluded spying from the vantage point of a satellite.

Prior to the use of Bricker Inc recent new technology Puller had seen pictures and could not believe what he saw. One night, he shared the news with Sumpter and during the days that followed they made a vow to infiltrate the city and kidnap two female inhabitants. They had successfully completed dozens of covert missions in all parts of the world. They were masters of clandestine operations and had successfully killed, captured, planted and stolen as their assignments dictated. This would be a walk in the park given the packages they sought could be located everywhere throughout the city. The pickings would be the easiest part of the operation.

The primary obstacles to be avoided were the males. Not only had intel determined the prevalence of beautiful women but also the physical prowess of their men. Western society had developed a fascination for this small metropolis that seemed to have it all – wealth, beauty, success, little crime, and a society that ran like a well oiled machine. It was a modern day Camelot and just as mysterious. The problem, as others viewed it, was that it remained a secure city and folk like Sumpter and Puller couldn't gain access by any means. No one came in – ever. No exceptions to this rule had ever been granted as far as the two men's intelligence revealed. The driver of the truck was a resident. Although residents could freely leave to transport items in, outsiders were forbidden. Many had asked but reasons were never given. The 'company-line' that Puller had heard was something to the effect of "we have it good here and don't want to spoil what we have." That line didn't fly with the Seals and they had infiltrated without detection. Choosing rice as the cover of choice, the density of the seed kept infrared scanners from detecting body heat, GPS technology enabled them to track their location and the external microphones and video cameras kept them in the loop with what took place around the outside of the truck. It really was a simple operation.

Making their way down the alley they approached the business district. Not wanting to be seen they climbed a fire escape and scaled the remaining section, eventually making their way to the roof of a three-story building that looked out over the active road and walks below. Remaining hidden behind a carved marble gargoyle they could see the sidewalks were teeming with foot traffic. Peering from down they observed the movement below and could not believe what they beheld. Every woman was gorgeous. Every man powerfully built. It was a type of fantasy city only seen in fictional Hollywood movies. Both men eyed one another in disbelief.

"Damn Puller, can you believe this?" Sumpter whispered. "They're all beautiful. Even the old women still had great figures and perky tits. What do you want: tall, petite, blonde, brunette, black hair: blue eyes, brown? Everything you've ever wanted and more is down there. Every freaking one of them looks like a runway model."

"Yea," he said watching two blondes talking to one another on the far side of the street through his binocs. "but they aren't skinny. Their stacked; every one of them."

"Seriously," Sumpter said. "What are you going to get?"

"A tall, brunette that's built. You?"

"I've always been a sucker for a blonde. I'm finding me a real Barbie doll."

"I'm looking at two Barbie's right now. See them? Just to the right of the light post. Far side. Near the corner."

"Dam! Look at them. Look at those tits!" He said excitedly

The two guys grinned. They watched the flow of traffic, the movement of people while waiting for darkness to come. The sun had fallen behind the three-story marble building opposite them and the sky was slowly turning gray. They knew darkness did not mean empty streets, even in this area of the city. Satellite imaging had told them the streets would be alive and active with people frequenting the shops and restaurants until late in the evening. They specifically chose Friday because the choices would be greater. Little did they know they could have chosen a Sunday morning and still hit the jackpot many times over. Friday increased their risk but they felt more than competent to be up to the task of subduing two from the weaker sex.

"Have you noticed the behavior of the men?" Puller asked.

"Yea, I have. What the hell is up with them?"

"I don't know but we need to bear that in mind when we're down there."

"10-4 on that," Sumpter agreed.

"Holly shit!" Puller said in a whispered voice that was a bit too loud for his partner's comfort. "Look at that babe down there. The one under the blue awning."

The guys watched as a drop-dead gorgeous woman knelt and sucked on a cock larger than anything the two Seals had ever seen. And people were passing by and acting as if nothing unusual was going on. 

"What the fuck is going on here," thought Puller. Just then the woman giving the blow job stood and walked away, leaving the well built blonde guy standing with his pants still down below his knees. Only after she had turned the corner and was out of site did he redress and walk in the opposite direction. He too acted as if nothing abnormal had happened. No other guy slapped him on the back or gave him a high-five. He didn't walk with a bit more hop in his gait. Nothing changed. 

"Maybe we should think about living here rather than taking one for ourselves and going home," Sumpter said.

"Maybe. That was weird. Not the blow job," he added "but the way nobody even stopped to watch. What's your take on it, RS?"

"Not clear yet but it was sure hot to watch!" He paused and then added, "Just keep watching and learning. Time is getting closer."

Two hours later, the men surreptitiously made their way down to street level and walked slowly keeping their heads down and hands clasped behind their backs just as they had seen the men do throughout the afternoon and evening. One block from where they had been hiding a tall blonde approached.

"Why are you males out unattended? It's after dark. Where is your Mistress?"

In Russian Sumpter replied, "Home."

"I should report you! Go to her. Both of you! You are not to be out alone! Go now!"

The two men turned an about-face and walked briskly back the way they had come. She followed them apparently wanting to make sure they went in the direction of the city's residential section. When they reached the corner where the side street met this one they attacked, covering her face with a cloth to prevent her from screaming. They carried her down the side street to the warehouse. Within seconds her body became limp as the gaseous sedative imbedded in the cloth took effect. Picking the lock to the warehouse, they tossed her in the truck, bound, gagged, and immobilized her under the weight of several sacks of rice.

"One down," Sumpter said. "I got my blonde. Now let's get you that brunette."

Puller smiled. "Let's do it. You got your fucktoy. She is perfect."

"Let's get yours and worry about the fucking part later."

"Agreed," Puller said flatly.

Taking the same approach they headed back the way they came. Up ahead were two women who appeared to be in their early to mid twenties. One was taller than the other but both had darker hair. Puller glanced at Sumpter and whispered, "The taller one."

Stopping a good forty paces away, Puller pushed his partner aggressively and then was shoved back. They created a scene, making it appear as if they were upset with one another. The commotion caught the attention of the two women and as fate would have it, the taller woman sent the younger one in the opposite direction while she walked briskly toward them, hands on hips.

Telling them to 'present' and not getting the response she expected made her even more furious. The guys looked at her curiously when she told them to do so but had no idea what that meant. Feigning ignorance they continued to argue and push each other. All the while they slowly backed away from her in the direction of the alley. Soon she reached them and pointed with both hands to the ground, commanding them to present.

Puller met her gaze and was dumbstruck. Her beauty, both physically and in the strength of confidence she displayed was mesmerizing. Sumpter looked at him, only momentarily and then flew at her with such veracity she never had a chance. He shoved the drugged-filled cloth into her face just as Puller picked her up by the legs. She went unconscious as they sprinted for the side street, disappearing just before three men in uniforms appeared. Making their way back to the warehouse, they bound and gagged the tall busty brunette in a fashion similar to the blonde and secured the door.

Puller gave his partner a high-five and said smiling, "We need to find a different truck to get out of here."

"Agreed. I'll go left, you go right. We need to be quick about this," Sumpter stated. "There has to be a guard in this building. Be alert."

They headed off peering inside one cab after another. It was Puller that found what he was looking for first – a truck bound for Moldova to pick up a load of paper products. The destination was close enough. Calling Sumpter via the earwig, they met, inspected their potential wheels and checked the gas gauge. It had been prepped and was ready to go. Retreating to the rice truck, they drugged the girls, this time using a hypodermic needle and zippered them shut inside two nylon bags. Each man threw one woman over their shoulder and quietly hauled them to the escape vehicle. 

The Seals slowly pulled the truck away from the loading dock. Puller drove. They moved unnoticed to another location, traveling only a mile or so before pulling into the rear loading area of a large grocery store. Puller parked next to several others giving them the appearance of being like one of many others that needed to be unloaded.

Sumpter checked on the woman. They were still unconscious but the drug would wear off by early morning. Now wanting them to create unnecessary commotion he tied them securely to the inner steel posts of the container's frame. 

"Everything is all set back there," he said closing the door.

Good. They still asleep?"

"Oh yea. They're gonna be out for another eight or nine hours."

"Good. By then we will be on the road to Moldova." He added, "We got lucky with this truck. We could have done far worse."

"Yea," said Sumpter, It will get us in the right direction. We can get from Moldova to Bucharest and then get the cargo onto a FedEx transport and back to the States."

"Do you have the papers to get us across the border and into Romania?"

Sumpter grinned. "What are you worried about. Do you think I haven't thought of every contingency?"

"Just making sure," Puller said.

"I've got papers to get us in and out of everywhere. You just drive this thing and get us there."

"I will. Let's get some shut eye. We move at 05:00."

Just before dawn the truck rumbled down the side street and onto one of the main thoroughfares. This one headed southwest in their intended direction. The city was mostly asleep except for the heavy truck traffic that had started to build. Making their way to Gate 9 they waited in line behind several other smaller trucks and a few eighteen-wheelers. When they reached the gate, the guard inspected their papers, checked the cab and walked around the truck. Puller and Sumpter maintained their composure as if this was just another day on the job. They watched the tall, well built guard enter the nearby building, just he had with each truck that preceded them and waited for his return. Wishing them well he banged on the side of their cab and told them to go.

As soon as they had gotten up to speed they relaxed.

"We got our goods!" Cried out Puller.

"Do we fuck them in Moldova or in Romania?" Asked Sumpter.

"I'm waiting until I get back in the States where I can do her right," said Puller.

"Not me. I'm never going to get a chance to be back here again and I'm going to do her as soon as we cross that border."

"You are a horny bastard."

"OK virgin," Sumpter teased. "You can wait another week if you want. Not me."

The travel through the fertile southern farmland was beautiful. The towns were quaint but all looked pitifully poor. The economy in the surrounding area appeared nothing like the affluence they glimpsed in Testeekul. Rather, the beauty of is portion of Russian heartland was overshadowed by a depressing air. Vehicles were old, roads were in disrepair, folk were shabbily dressed, and the feeling the Seals got was one in which they were glad they were passing through and not intending to stay.

"How much further?" Puller asked.

"About two hours."

"Good we've got less than half a tank of fuel."

"We'll be fine. Sign back there said 150 kilometers to the border. We've got plenty of gas."

Twenty minutes later Sumpter noticed his partner repeatedly looking out his side view mirror. "What's up? Trouble?"

"Maybe. We might have a tail."

"Just keep going. Testeekul police have no jurisdiction in Russia, remember. We're fine."

Puller kept an eye on the black sedan that had been behind the truck for the last 20 kilometers. It remained a quarter mile behind. Suddenly it closed and then sped ahead, disappearing out of site. 

"Idiots. They must be doing 90," Puller exclaimed as he watched the vehicle with a gray haired man and woman fly past them.

"At least it's not a tale. I told you we're going to make it."

"I like your attitude," Puller said exhaling deeply.

Sumpter smiled and they drove. What Puller had failed to see was the black SUV that followed a mile behind and out of sight. It had been trailing them ever since they had left Testeekul. Ninety minutes later they reached the border and a minute later the SUV came into view. They waited behind several semis, pickups and sedans as they cleared border security. Their papers were checked and all was good. Thinking they were good to go, they were surprised when they were asked by a Russian guard to park the truck off to one side. The SUV was similarly told to do the same.

"Shit!" whispered Sumpter. "What the hell is going on?"

"Stay cool."

Three huge Russian men got out of the SUV and approached. They were all broad in the shoulders, thin in the waist and had not an ounce of fat on their muscular frames. They asked Puller and Sumpter to step out of their vehicle and to follow them inside the guard house. Puller asked why and they were told their papers needed further reviewing. The three men were all blondes and Puller thought they reminded him of Ivan Drago, the Russian boxer that Rocky fought Rocky in the third Rocky flick. 

Inside Ivan 1 reviewed their papers while Ivan 2 and 3 stood behind them. A moment later a fourth Ivan appeared with two beautiful but quite dazed women. They had found the girls! Immediately the Seals felt muzzle barrels against the backs of their head and were told not to move. The attitude of the men went from cordial to tense.

"You have no jurisdiction to hold us," Sumpter yelled defiantly.





The Science Experiment Ch. 04



"Says who!" growled Ivan 1.

"Says the Russian government. You cannot detain anyone outside your city limits. I've checked your laws."

Ivan smiled and spoke in a testosterone filled voice, "You read wrong. Testeekul enforcement cannot detain a Russian suspected of committing a crime once outside Testeekul but we can detain and return anyone who is not of Russian descent." 

He squatted to look Sumpter directly in the eye and poked a thick finger into his chest as he continued to talk, "but we can do whatever the hell we want to scum like you." He looked around at the other men who were all grinning. "You really are fucking idiots!"

"I was right," Ivan 4 interjected. 

"Yea, you were. Good work," said #2. "The boss will be pleased that you put the tracking device on their truck."

"She sure will," agreed #4. "I told you. Look at their arms. Fucking assholes," he mumbled.

Puller and Sumpter realized their mistake as they looked at the four security officers. None had any facial or body hair. None. 

"They were idiots," thought Puller. They hadn't thought of everything after all. 

Ivan 1 and 2 left with the abducted females in a helicopter, apparently returning to Testeekul, while the other two transported a cuffed, bound and gagged Puller and Sumpter in the SUV. Four hours later they re-entered Gate 9, this time without being detained. Ten minutes later they were parked in front of an impressive pink marble building. A busty ebony skinned woman with a perfect hourglass figure met and led them down several fights of stairs. Eventually they entered a large area containing a bank of holding cells along one wall. They appeared to be the only ones here. The cells were clean but small and furnished with only a floor mattress and toilet. They were located well below ground level. There was not a window anywhere in sight. While the dark-skinned beauty instructed the prisoners, accompanying guards cut the zip ties around their wrists and removed their gags. The prison doors were short and after everyone had left the lights were turned off leaving them in complete blackness.

A few hours later, two young females appeared. They were dressed professionally and of course were equally beautiful to all of the other females the guys had seen in this surreal place. The taller blonde wore slacks and a white top while the shorter one wore a skimpy skirt and sleeveless top that clung to her ample bosom. Behind the taller blonde stood three well defined muscle-heads. These three wore no shirts but had on some kind of chaps-type pant that covered their legs but revealed both their muscular asses and the largest set of cocks the Seals had ever seen. The three were powerfully built and cut. They stood in the posture the guys had seen from the rooftop – heads down, arms behind back. All five appeared more than fit and very capable.

"Do not look at me male!" the blonde woman who appeared to be in charge ordered when Puller looked up. She glared at the two foreigners while reaching behind to stroke the cocks of two of the hulks standing just behind and to either side. Puller looked down while the shorter blonde unlocked and entered the cell.

"Do not move," she said.

Using scissors she proceeded to cut his clothes off and tossed everything out of the cell where it was gathered by the third guard. She exited the cell to the giggles of the other females. Puller immediately knew the reason for their reaction. Compared to the woman's protection detail's cocks that she had been stroking, his seemed miniscule in comparison. He covered his midsection with his hands but the blonde snapped, ordering him to assume a deferential position. "So that was what this posture was called," he thought.

"Make him drink," the in-charge blonde ordered!"

The shorter blonde ordered Puller to lie on the floor. Standing over him she lifted her skirt. She was naked and shaved. Squatting over his mouth she hovered an inch above. "Open our moth and accept my fluid. You will drink until I tell you to stop." Her tone was matter-of-fact and without emotion.

"Drink your piss?" Puller exclaimed.

The woman nodded.

"Never!"

"You will, foreigner. You will do so willingly," said the taller blonde, still stroking the massive erect cocks just outside the cell. "You will."

"Not on your life."

"But maybe on yours," she said smiling wryly.

The shorter blonde left Puller and his cell was secured. The short busty blonde moved on to Sumpter's cell and waited for the third man to unlock his door. She repeated the process while the blonde and her male assistants moved to observe the stripping. The process of cutting him out of his clothes was completed and laughter soon followed once more. The shorter blonde told him to lie and receive her fluid but he refused to even move from his standing position. The two females grinned, seeming to know more then they spoke. The shorter blonde lowered her tight skirt that accentuated a sweet muscular ass and left while the massive guard made sure the cell was locked.

Glaring at Puller and then Sumpter's midsection he smirked with an arrogant expression, letting each man take a long look and admire the size of his genitals. The others walked away and he soon followed, turning off the lights and vanishing up the stairs.

"What do you make of that?" Sumpter called out.

"I'm trying to put the pieces together. Don't you think it's the women that run this place?"

"I was thinking the same thing."

"That blow job last night, the woman yelling at us for being out, the Ivan dude referring to his boss as if she was a woman, the guys standing in some kind of deferential posture, the male guards mostly naked while the women were dressed normally and the chick stroking two guys at once....." He paused still in thought.

"That babe acted like she could do whatever she wanted to those any one of those studs even though they looked like they could have broken her in half."

Puller agreed, "I know, and that's what I don't get. I mean, the babes are beautiful and fit, but these guys," he shook his head. "They are all muscle-heads and really scary looking dudes."

"The guy that put me into the car when we were back at the border almost crushed my arm when he grabbed it. I don't think Wiley could put a dent in that guy, let alone hurt him."

"And Wiley killed a lot of Iraqis."

"Maybe they are all on roids of some kind."

"I don't care to find out. I think we'll have a better chance with the women than the guys."

"Let's hope so."

Puller added, "Looks like we might get your wish granted and be staying here after all."

"That was your wish, not mine," Sumpter reminded him. "I don't think I want any parts of this place."

"Me neither. Hindsight tells me we should have been satisfied with the women available back home."

"I was thinking the same thing but we can't change what happened. Let's just get out of here if we can."

They saw no one for the remainder of the day. Actually they had no idea when the day ended and night began. Existing in a lightless world they lost track of time. They talked but no escape plan was made. There were no options at the time and they knew nothing of the building in which they were being housed. They were helpless and needed to see what the next step would be on the part of the female I charge. Likely they'd be formally charged of kidnapping at some point, that is if this place was as civilized as they believed. They were beginning to have their doubts. 

Both knew they were on their own. No one knew of their plot or where they were. This mission had been kept under wraps without anyone else in the know. Even if the US government knew of their whereabouts they were unlikely to come to the aid of two rogue Navy Seals no matter how much they wanted to help. What these two did was a clear breach of local and international law. Human trafficking was considered one of the lowest forms of crime and only the sickest even considered being a part of such a racket. They slept lightly, waiting for what was to come next.

Many hours later, and what Puller and Sumpter assumed was the following day, the same five returned. Again the tall blonde stood massaging the two massive erections while the other male unlocked the door and told first Puller and then Sumpter to drink her juice. Both declined and she left each cell after asking only once. 

"Seal the cells," called the tall blonde to the third man. She grabbed the two males by their cocks and toted them down the hall and up the stairs. They followed compliantly. The shorter blonde watched as the third guard slid two thick sliding barriers along the inner side of the open barred door. The barriers were padded and sealed Puller and Sumpter completely from one another and anyone on the outside. 

"Enjoy some peace and quiet boys," the male grunted sarcastically and slammed the barrier door completely shut.

The additional wall served as a sound barrier and neither prisoner could communicate with the other. Apparently the floor and other walls were similarly insulated. Both tried tapping on something solid but no return response ever came. 

They sat in blackness for what seemed an eternity. Several days came and went without anyone checking on them. Both realized they were most likely being monitored from above but they remained in complete solitary confinement. Every now and then, sleeves of crackers and bread were dropped through an opening above. It was all they had to eat but it was not enough. Soon hunger and especially thirst occupied their thoughts more often than not. They hadn't defecated in days and their urine stream was minimal and wreaked of ammonia. Their mouths became parched, and the skin on their body tented when pinched. They were excessively dehydrated.

Sumpter wondered if they would be left here to die. He wondered about this strange city. To the average outsider it appeared to be nearly perfect. Although most knew nothing more than it as an affluent city whose inhabitants lived in luxury due to the multibillion dollar solar and medical conglomerates that were based here, only a select few were aware of the physical beauty of its inhabitants making it that much more alluring to those that knew. But now that he had seen it personally Sumpter thought it was no different than any one of its communist neighbors. Their treatment of prisoners violated the Geneva Convention and did so with blatant arrogance. Nevertheless, he wondered why every inhabitant was so physically blessed, why men were so reluctant to question or challenge women, and speculated he had stumbled on a society that was unlike any other on the planet – one in which females reigned superior to men. 

Amidst the impenetrable silence which had been for what he thought had been at least a week, a soft voice came through an overhead speaker. "Sumpter," the woman asked, "do you care to drink from my juice? I ask only once."

She said nothing more. He thought. His body craved fluids and as much as he did not want to cave to the will of his captors he knew he would die without water.

"I will," he whispered after remaining silent in thought for several minutes.

Nothing more was said. A minute later the front wall retracted and a brute of a man stood next to the shorter blonde. The lights remained off but they navigated using a penlight. The blonde entered finding Sumpter already lying supine. Squatting over him she aimed the penlight at her pussy and released a small flow of her juice. It filled his mouth and he swallowed. She waited for over a minute while he held his mouth agape. Then she let another trickle of the warm fluid fill is mouth once more. He swallowed. She stood and quickly left and the wall was slid in place once again.

Puller heard his door open and he stood having agreed to her offer as well. 

"You don't want?" She asked.

"I do."

"You don't."

Understanding, he quickly lay on his back. The woman smiled. He couldn't see her expression but she was pleased. She filled his mouth only once and then left. Her juice both satisfied and tortured them. It was delicious, if only because it was wet but it also prolonged their agony and it was only a fraction of what they craved. When the offer was extended again, many hours later, both men were already on the floor when she came through the door. This time she gave each four mouthfuls.

The next day, or what they thought was the next day, no offer was extended. Puller thought of nothing else but to drink from her cunt. Sumpter had identical thoughts. They were being broken and maybe had been broken already.

One of the nearly naked muscular guards appeared in front of each cell door, finding both men lying on the cold tile. They were not doing well and the cells stank of ammonia. Dragging them to their feet they hustled them to a shower facility. Cuffing their hands behind their back and taping their mouths they turned on the cold water and rinsed away nearly two weeks of sweat, grime and body odor. However, they did not let them drink from the showerhead. Pushing them forward still wet, they entered an elevator and soon found themselves in a large ornately decorated room. It was a courtroom of sorts. The dominant color in the high walled room was scarlet that blended with the deep hues of the wooden furniture and ornately decorated walls. The front of the room was elevated and on the scarlet carpeted stage sat seven plush chairs arranged in an open semicircle. 

Immediately in front of the stage, on both the right and left were two six-foot square wooden platforms of about three feet in height. Puller thought these must be where the plaintiff and accused stood. A carved wooden railing separated the stage and platforms from the rows of seats on the other side. The seating was similar to a theater, low in the front, inclined as one walked toward the back. On either side of the room ran two isles. Each wall was ornately carved and every depiction on each wall was that of a woman. Men were included but always portrayed as more of an afterthought than the females. To Puller, it appeared the courtroom had a capacity of about two hundred. The room was dark, except for a single spotlight over the accused platform.

During the hour that followed, the room filled. Not a single man was in attendance although many naked males were stationed throughout the courtroom. Two stood by each of the back doors. Two more on either side of the stage where the seven chairs were arranged. Seven behind each of the seven chairs; two stood on each of the two raised platforms and another twenty were positioned along either isle facing inwardly toward the females seated. Every male stood in a position of deference and every male's cock stood fully engorged. Puller thought they must all have taken a double dose of Viagra. Even in his decrepit condition the sight of them made him smile. They were indeed subservient to the women in this city. He could tell that the function of the guards was protective but he also wondered if they served as eye-candy for the females. He wasn't sure as he hadn't noticed anyone paying them uch attention..

A woman appeared on the stage. She was about thirty with long dark flowing hair, long muscular legs and a perfect body. She wore a gold corset and expensive looking jewelry on her arms, and neck. The corset reminded Puller of something worn in ancient Egypt. Her breasts rested comfortably supported by the conical extensions of the gold corset. Whoever made this thing must have formed a golden cone and then sliced it vertically to form two half-cones. One half supported the underside of each of her two perfect tits. The voluptuous orbs rested inside each of the cones and filled them completely. The corset itself extended only to the hip bones and tapered into a V, ending just above the pubis, leaving her naked pussy visible and giving the observer the illusion of long sensuous legs. The woman was indeed beautiful and the two men couldn't imagine ever seeing a more perfectly put-together feminine form. Those in attendance stood when she came to the edge of the stage.

She spoke and the room grew instantly silent. "We convene this session of the City Council of the Wise to try the case of the abduction of Mistress Anna and Mistress Petra by the two males that stand before us. The Council of the Wise has already heard the testimony of the two abductees. Each told of their abduction on the night of Friday April 12 at approximately 10pm. Each woman was taken separately by these two males, drugged, bound, and stowed in a transport vehicle. Each described being rescued by our security males at the Russian/Moldovan border during the late morning of April 13. Neither woman was harmed but Testeekul law was broken and these violations must be dealt with."

"These men are accused," she continued, "of the following: Illegal entrance to into the city; breaking and entering into the Montressa warehouse; illegally walking on Bridge Street without a supervising female; assault and abduction of Mistress Anna; assault and abduction of Mistress Petra; illegal administration of prescription medications to both Mistress Anna and Mistress Petra; illegal transport of Testeekul females across border lines; kidnapping and human trafficking."

The females in attendance grew noticeably hushed and serious and all eyes focused on the two bound and gagged men on the platform. The scale of their offences were not to be taken lightly with the most serious being the kidnapping and human trafficking ones. Many realized that the two females taken could just as easily have been them and as a result, no sympathy was visible on any of the women listening.

The beautiful woman paused and welcomed, with an open hand, the presence of the reminder of the Council of the Wise. When they reached their seats, she returned and stood with them on the far right. Puller peaked, watching the procession. The Chair of the Council who stood in the center of the seven stepped forward. 

"Please be seated," she said to all. The Council Chair was Mistress Michelle although her identity would never be conveyed to the two prisoners. She had been in this position since Testeekul's inception and was known by all as the founder of the city. She was revered by all and immortalized throughout the city and within the courtroom. It was she who the craftswomen had carved on the side walls, administering justice and carrying the Torch of the Righteous. Dressed similarly to the others on the Council she stood out as the most beautiful of them all. Stunning, elegant, shapely and confident, she was now more than fifty years of age but looked no more than half that. Her body resembled that of a graduate student or recently married woman. Her skin was smooth and unmarked. Her face was bright and alert and her body still maintaining its exquisite shape softness. All could see her strength. She needn't not force it on anyone; it was simply who she was. She wore a delicate crown filled with diamonds and blue sapphires and a necklace that was similar in design. The room remained silent and an air of deep respect could be felt by all when she took the stage. 

Mistress Michelle pushed a lock of her brunette hair aside and came to the very edge of the stage. She looked directly at Puller and Sumpter and motioned with her index finger for them to approach the floor beneath. 

The two came, still cuffed and taped. They stood looking up at her. 

"Do not look up at one so far above you!" she hissed. 

Both men quickly bowed their heads respectfully.

Putting her hand on Puller's head she addressed him. "Do you care to fill your belly with my juice and in doing so demonstrate your submission to me and all of the females here?"

The offer was tempting. He was having a difficult time even speaking now that his throat was so dry. His body required gallons, not cups of water. But her offer of even a drop almost broke his spirit when she made her offer. Although it was not intended as an act of kindness he viewed the offer as such. Ignoring the last part of whatever it is she had said about submission he pondered her offer for only a minute and just as she squeezed his hair and dug her sharp nails into his scalp he nodded. Michelle yanked his head back with one hand and tore the tape free from his mouth with the other.




The Science Experiment Ch. 04



"Do not let one drop fall from your mouth. Drink it all," she said triumphantly. 

Spreading her legs he stood and brought his mouth to her pussy. Everyone watched as City Council Chair Mistress Michelle, slowly emptied her bladder. Puller willingly drank and as was thankful. The fluid satisfied him and he felt a subtle dizziness in his head that he attributed to his body quickly processing the liquid.

"Thank you ma'am," he said bowing his head and planting a kiss on her foot.

The guard behind yanked him back as if he had done something forbidden, pushing him back to the platform where he made him kneel. His head continued to swirl. 

She then motioned for Sumpter to approach and then called Councilwoman who had brought the court to order to stand beside her. Sumpter assumed she must have been second in charge but was not certain. Mistress Michelle extended the same offer to Sumpter, asking the prisoner if he wished to drink from Mistress Loda. Agreeing, his head was also yanked painfully back and the tape torn free by Mistress Loda. He came to her with his mouth agape and she filled it many times before her flow stopped. 

Sumpter was briskly returned to the platform where he bowed in deference while his head also swam with thoughts and feelings that he did not understand. 

"We have heard from the two abducted females. We now wish to hear from you," the Council Chair spoke. "We will ask you questions and you will respond with either a yes or a no. We will ask the male that drank from me to speak first. Some questions will require more than a yes or no response. We ask you to answer each question with as few words as possible. We expect you to answer every question. If you fail to answer the Council of the Wise will assume you are hiding information and will factor that into our decision. Male who drank from me, did I make myself clear?"

"I want an attorney," Puller answered in a voice that was less than confident.

"The room broke into an uproar but quieted when Michelle raised a hand.

"Accused and plaintiff alike do not rely on others when coming before the Council of the Wise. We ask only to hear from you. Attorneys rely on deception and loopholes. All we ask is for you to tell us what happened and do so truthfully. Nothing more; nothing less. Do you understand the parameters of this Council as stated?"

His mind betrayed him. He meant to insist on an having an attorney represent him but instead stated directly, "I do." "What the hell was going on with his thoughts," he considered silently.

Michelle spoke again, "One who drank from Mistress Loda, do you understand the expectations as explained?"

'I do."

Then let us proceed.

The seven females sat bare-assed on the plush scarlet chairs. The questioning began with the first question coming from the wise Mistress seated on the far side. The questions proceeded in an orderly manner from Mistress to Mistress. Although Puller had no intention of answering anything asked of him, he found himself responding truthfully to each. Sumpter did nothing to stop him from condemning himself and so his testimony proceeded as if he was more like a debriefing after any one of a hundred Seal missions he had completed rather than a court proceeding. He answered all questions and did so truthfully and succinctly.

"Who else knew of your plan to enter Testeekul?

"No one," Puller stated

"Did you enter the city by truck?"

"Yes."

"Did you arrive on Friday?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Did you encounter anyone other than Mistress Anna or Petra during your time within the city?"

"We saw lots of people on the street but only approached the two you mentioned."

"Why did you take Mistress Anna?"

"She was the first blonde we saw."

"Why did you want a blonde?" 

"I didn't. He did."

"What did you want?"

"A brunette."

"Is that why you took Mistress Petra?"

"Yes."

"Why not a different brunette?"

"She was the first we encountered."

"Did you intend to take them to your country?"

"Yes."

"Did you intend to keep them indefinitely?"

"Yes."

"Why did you take them?"

"I wanted one for my own."

"What were you looking for?"

"A beautiful woman with a perfect body."

"What did you want to do with them?"

"Fuck them," he said plainly.

"Why?"

"Because your women are beautiful so I knew they would always keep me satisfied."

"What made you come here to find a mate?"

"Like a said, we learned that women here are beautiful."

"Are others planning similarly?"

"Not that I know of."

"What other way did you consider as a possible means of entry into the city?"

"None."

"Why?"

"There is no other."

Thank you for your answers. You may quench your thirst by drinking from another of the Wise. Come."

Puller stepped down off the stand and came. A tall blonde woman arose and came to the stage edge. She was sitting next to Michelle. He came and stood before her in deference. 

"Drink male!"

Puller obeyed, raising his head and receiving the refreshment she offered. When she had emptied her bladder completely she motioned for a naked guard standing nearby to take him away. The muscular Russian with the hard cock pressed duct tape over his mouth and hustled him back to the stand. Pushing him down he forced Puller to remain in Command Position while Sumpter answered questions.

The questions were repeated, pretty much verbatim and although his intention prior to the first question was identical to Puller's, he too yielded willingly and spoke freely. His answers coincided with both the two females and with Puller's.

When they were through with the interrogation the Council members left and deliberated privately. For the two hours they were gone Puller and Sumpter were instructed to remain in Command position. Two naked males stood behind them ensuring they they did not move. The men obeyed remaining motionless the entire time. They had lots of time to consider their fate and wondered what the Seven babes decision would be. 

Michelle directed the Council females to order once they had all seated themselves in the Deliberation Room. 

"I believe we have lots to consider but I ask you to please bear in mind the following: We cannot let these men leave Testeekul. They have seen too much and will tell others who will then follow them here."

The other nodded in agreement. 

"But if we decide to spare their lives we cannot let them procreate. They must never be permitted to abuse another female." What they have done cannot be tolerated or rewarded in any way," she added.

After a bit of discussion Michelle asked for a show of hands with regard to innocent or guilty. All agreed the men were to be punished.

"Then we must give them a life sentence," said the ebony woman.

"Why?"

"Because anything less would permit them the option to return home."

"How many favor a life sentence for their crimes?" asked Michelle.

Again, the decision was unanimous. However at this point there was some disagreement as to how that sentence should be carried out. A few thought life behind bars to be the best course of action while others felt they should be made useful and sentenced to some form of hard labor.

Mistress Tika, suggested that their spirit needed to be brokenand Michelle immediately brought that point to the floor for the others to consider. It was here that she knew she had to intervene. The men were outsiders and acted like outsiders. They did not respect females. They looked at them as lesser beings and ones to be used rather than obeyed. Their attitudes were the polar opposite of all Testeekul stood for and represented. Michelle needed for them to come up with a solution that would spare their lives, and yet eliminate this male superiority issue. Michelle had addressed this years ago with the vaccine she gave everyone but she was the only one that knew about this and could not use a vaccine as the only way to change Puller and Sumpter's minds. She needed them to come with an alternative way to arrive at the same result. Finally a vote was called and the seven Council Women came to an agreed consensus.

Returning to the court, the sentencing commenced. Puller and Sumpter were both brought onto the Council platform where their hands were secured to a cable lowered from overhead and their feet spread and anchored to two points on the floor. The ceiling cable was drawn tight stretching their arms completely and rendering them immobile. They faced the females in the audience while the Seven stood on either side of the two males. A guard remained positioned behind each male just in case their assistance was needed.

Ana and Petra had listened to the testimonies of their abductors via closed circuit TV from a nearby conference room. They were brought to the stage by a guard for the sentencing. Dressed in an outfit similar to those of the Wise they wore a silver corset rather than the gold of the noble women. They stood tall, strong and confident, anxiously waiting for a verdict. Both females looked with disgust at the men who stared at no one waiting only for their punishment to be rendered. 

No one knew what judgment Mistress Michelle would render. The Council had been convened only rarely to deliver judgments of any significance and this crime was by far the most serious committed. No one from the outside had ever breeched perimeter security and successfully removed two females. All knew the sentence would be harsh and indeed it was.

Females of the courtroom," she began. "The Council has determined the two males before us are guilty of all charges accused. Their testimony is clear and they have confessed to everything. You bare witness of their statements. The Council unanimously made three mandates with regard to the sentence to be carried out. First, the guilty males' lives will be spared since no lives were lost.

Sumpter exhaled deeply when he heard those words. "This will not be as bad as it could be," he thought.

Michelle continued placing one hand on each males head and pulling them back until they were forced to look at the women seated. 

"Second, the guilty will spend the remainder of their lives in Testeekul. The Council unanimously agreed that if we permitted them to leave given their current knowledge it would encourage others to try what they unsuccessfully attempted." Erupt 

The room exploded with cheers and clapping.

"Third, and by a vote of 5-2 the Council agreed to a punishment of lifetime service in the Waste Management facility." She explained, "We considered both life behind bars as well as hard labor and decided that hard labor would be a better use of the resources these two have to offer us during their time here. However, we needed to make certain that while they are serving their sentence they would not, nor could not, harm another female ever again. For this reason both males will be castrated in your presence before we adjourn."

A roar of jubilation erupted again from the audience as all color drained from the men's faces at the mention of this final par of their sentence. Puller pulled at the cable in an effort to free himself but Mistress Michelle motioned to one of the naked males. He pulled on a lever that increased the tension even more, stretching him painfully tight. The women roared when he cried out in pain. 

Up to this point, both Puller and Sumpter were pleased with the life sentence of labor but were cut to the heart emotionally when the words 'immediate castration' were pronounced. Castration specifically addressed their crime – one in which they intended to disrespect and force the two women to bend to their will and become the whores they were about to turn them into. Maybe the Council of the Wise was appropriately named because of the wisdom they invoked when judgments needed to be imposed. As much as Puller hated to admit it, their punishment did fit their crime. He felt sick as he watched the reaction of the 200 women rejoice at his demise.

Quieting the crowd with a raise of her hand Michelle continued, "The Council felt it only appropriate that the emasculation should be performed by the two females harmed. Mistress Anna and Mistress Petra please come."

Surprised to be asked but beaming with gratification at the prospect of carrying out this portion of their sentence the females came and knelt, kissing her on the hand. She held them there placing one hand on each of their shoulders. 

"Please stand next to the male you will be cutting," she said flatly.

Mistress Michelle then turned and faced the accused. "What you have done is unforgivable. You have attempted to undo the very part of Testeekul that makes it unique. You attempted to take one of us," she said motioning to all the females present, "and turn us into one of your slaves. Our borders are secure to prevent the likes of you from degrading us. We have isolated ourselves because in a female dominated society we live peacefully." 

She pointed to the naked men along the isles and stationed by each door. "They live peacefully as well and together we live respectful lives, giving the best part of ourselves to one another. It's for this reason that you cannot leave and it is for this reason that your spirit must be quenched." 

Michelle called to the male on her left. "Bring in the example." She clapped her hands and the huge naked male opened the door and hastily pulled in a stout male of about thirty. He was pleasantly plump, had little muscle and diminutive genitals. 

"Guilty males, this is what a castrated male looks like. This will be you in less than a years' time. This is what happens to males who are castrated," she said fondling his tiny penis and pinching her fingers together and capturing a large glob of body fat on his stomach. "He was a former bricklayer but look at him now. He is not even a male anymore. This will be you and the process will begin as soon as these females separate your testicles from your body once and for all. They will abuse you as you have abused them!" Her voice rang loud and true. 

"The Council members wanted you to see what you will become. You will become a slave to Testeekul. We call castrated slaves, Bachelor Males because you will never be with a female. Instead you will work willingly and to the best of your ability but you will have no further encounter with another female, nor will you desire one and never will one ever desire you."

Mistress Michelle pointed to Anna and Petra. "Do you wish to say anything to the females you harmed and debased?"

Sumpter shook his head and remained silent. Puller looked at the beautiful brunette and apologized. His attitude was one of remorse and regret. The female nodded but said nothing.

A beautiful Mistress with ebony skin and perfect body brought out two scalpels and two pair of suture scissors. She handed one of each implement to each of the females. The ebony beauty stood between the two males and lifted their penises up to expose the thin scrotal skin underneath. The two women each made long vertical incisions along the centerline of each male's scrotum. The men cried out in pain. Blood dripped onto plastic sheets that had been placed between their legs. The two females stepped aside, permitting the audience to see their handiwork as cheers drowned the cries of the two ailing males. Anna exposed one testicle and cut both below and above the small oblong mass. It fell onto the floor. Repeating the process she removed the second. Mistress Petra did the same and the two males were left gutted and bleeding. 

Mistress Anna commanded the male guard to force the prisoner's mouth open and she shoved his two testicles inside. The guard then forced is jaw shut until he swallowed.

The females in the audience yelled even louder as Anna asserted her dominance over the helpless male and chanted for Petra to do the same. She bowed to the roar of the crazed females and had the powerful guard pry her prisoner's mouth open and placed the bloody testicles inside one at a time, making him swallow the first before she fed him the second. When the two young females had finished the castration they left, leaving the men's scrotum open and empty. 

"We want our citizens to live a long and healthy life," Mistress Michelle announced while holding up a hypodermic needle. I will be vaccinating these males now as our health code dictates."

Pushing the needle deep into their buttocks she pressed on the plunger. Indeed she had given them a prophylactic vaccine but within that same syringe were stem cells that would begin the process of changing the men into natural submissives like that of all Testeekul males. Of course the genetic modifications did not include testicular and penile enlargement initiators, nor the triggers that jumpstarted many of the male anabolic hormonal secretions that resulted in such strong physiques but it would ensure they remained harmless and obedient. 

Puller and Sumpter's shot contained none of those genetic changes and it was for this reason that their trials had been delayed. Michelle had frantically worked for hours during the past several days making sure the genetic modifications of these stem cells was made exactly to her specifications.

Ten minutes after the castration, Mistress Michelle adjourned the court, thanked all for attending and led the rest of the Council along with Anna and Petra out. They left to a standing ovation and only after they vanished did the host of females in attendance leave. The male studs remained for another few minutes and then exited quietly, leaving Puller and his partner hanging and the male eunuch who had been brought in for show standing before them. Mistress Michelle had ordered him remain standing in a position of deference facing the two males until someone came. He was not permitted to talk. The room became deafly silent. Only the periodic dripping of blood onto the plastic below disturbed the silence. 

Helpless, hopeless, emasculated and destined to a life of slavery as eunuchs the tears finally came filling both men's eyes as they stared at the ghost of a man before them. They swore and spit on him but he did not move. Eventually even their curses and other vulgarities ceased and they too quieted. Their bodies ached. They were starving, thirsty, tired and broken. What started as the fulfillment of a fantasy ended in the two of them experiencing hell living in the very fantasy world they desired so much. Only now, they would soon have neither desire nor lust while living amidst so many thousands of physically perfect females. How ironic and ruthless life could be sometime. 



The Science Experiment Ch. 05



Chapter 5 The Science Experiment: Lab Results

"Hi Mom!" Maya said when her mother walked into the kitchen. "I'm fixing a piña colada. Do you want one?"

"Yes dear, I would love one." 

"It's almost done," she said above the voice of the food processor.

Handing her beautiful mother a glass of the icy milky drink she asked, "Have a good day at work?"

"Come sit with me. I'll tell you all about it."

The beautiful fireplug that was Michelle's daughter followed her mother into the living area and sat on the sofa next to her. They sat in silence sipping their drinks and savoring the taste of the rum, pineapple and coconut mixture.

Michelle tilted her head back to rest it on the cushion behind and exhaled deeply. "Where is my male," she asked. "I need some service."

Maya smiled, "I can see you are dressed for it." 

Michelle laughed realizing she was still in her Council garb. "I sure am. Aren't I. Where is he?"

"Upstairs working on something."

"Get him down here. Would you?"

Maya called upstairs and the male eventually appeared. "Mom wants you between her legs now," she said with a voice more informative than imperative.

"Yes Ma'am," came the answer. 

He came quickly and Michelle pointed to her pussy. He knelt and began to lick. "Softly. Nice and easy male."

Maya sat cross-legged on the sofa and asked once more. "So how was work?"

"I didn't go to work today. Today we tried the two males that were caught attempting to kidnap Anna and Petra."

"That's right," Maya said remembering the news that had been all over the media lately. "They were the guys form the States right?"

"Yes, two Navy Seals."

"How did it go?"

"The courtroom was packed," she began. Michelle gave a blow by blow account describing the proceedings and eventual verdict. Maya listened intently. "We drugged them when we emptied our bladders into their eager mouths."

Maya giggled. "I love doing that to males. Something about it just feels right."

"That's because it is. It's a reminder Sweetie," she paused and touched her male's hair affectionately. "It's a great reminder," she repeated. "Anyway, they had no choice at that point and spoke freely. The case was actually quite easy after that. They were guilty of course and we knew that going in but I had to be delicate with the other Council females to make sure they chose to castrate them."

"Why mom?"

"Because no one but you, me and him," she said pointing to her male, "knows the truth of Testeekul's secret. I can't risk others learning the truth of the vaccine."

"No one in the lab knows either?"

"No. I've built up such a large supply of altered stem cells that the males that put the vaccine syringes together assume that vial is nothing more than another component of the vaccine."

"Did you give the same vaccine as every other male gets?"

"No." Michelle said. "That was why the trial was delayed. I was scrambling all that week because I had to modify the stem cells to address the fact that they'd be castrated."

"I don't understand."

"If I gave them the standard shot I wasn't sure if their body would regenerate testicles and I didn't want their cocks growing. I wanted them to shrink!"

"And that's what's going to happen."

"I hope so," she said smiling. "Either that or I have some explaining to do." She snickered thinking about what females would think if they started to grow balls.

"How did the castration go?" Maya said, changing topics. "I've never seen one."

"I don't know that you need to but it was powerful."

"In what way?"

"Anna ad Petra performed it. They didn't know what they were doing but figured it out pretty quickly. Mistress Vasilisa gave them a cursory lesson."

"Isn't she the gorgeous black female?"

"Indeed she is but if you ever see her, be sure to use the term ebony. She prefers that"

"I will. I've always thought she was so beautiful. There's something exotic about her appearance."

"She is a very bright female as well. I rely on her often when we deliberate."

"I never knew that. So where are the males now?"

"Probably still hanging where I left them."

Maya raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"I wanted them to think about this and thought this would be the best way. Someone will take them down tomorrow. One of the techs will trim away their scrotal sack before they are released, bandage them and get them back to health. They're in bad shape now. Very weak and quite dehydrated. But they'll recover."

Maya thought about this other side of her mother. It's a side she really had never seen in person. It was her ruthless side. She knew she needed to be this way on rare occasions as the head of the Council and leader of the city, but still..... it was a side that seemed not to portray who she really was. "Is it hard making those kinds of decisions, you know, doing that kind of stuff?"

Michelle pulled him in deeper and whispered. "Make me cum."

She finished her drink, handed the glass to her daughter and closed her eyes. Expertly her male licked in that special way that only he could duplicate and brought his Mistress to a powerful orgasm. Maya waited patiently knowing her mom would have done the same thing if she was being serviced. After she had calmed and ordered her male to stand and maintain an erection, she looked at her only child and smiled,

"It's very hard making those kinds of decisions," she answered as if the interlude had never occurred. "I didn't want to castrate those men. I would have much rather just given them the stem cells like I've done to every other male in the city. I love the male body. I love its strength, its form, its power and its genitals. I hated seeing those balls being removed. I had no other options.

"I'm glad you feel that way," she said quietly. She was glad to hear the affirmation from her mom that she didn't particularly enjoy doing all this. "What happens to them now?" 

"They will stay in prison for several months until we feel it is safe."

"Safe?"

"Yes, until their minds are cleared from all the effects of their anabolic hormomes ..."

"You really mean until your stem cells kick into full gear," Maya interjected.

"Yes and that too. They need to do their magic."

"Once they are safe they will be employed at the sanitation facility doing something appropriate. They will indeed live a life of regret."

"That's tough."

"Trying to steal a female so they can abuse her like she is a worthless piece of shit is tough too," Michelle said more sternly.

"I didn't mean that what you decided was wrong."

"What we decided," she corrected, "is exactly what they deserved."

Maya left and refilled her drink and returned. She casually pulled on the male's thick cock as she passed by. Returning a minute later she asked, "Mom, I've been thinking... if you were to die tonight, what would happen to all of your work."

"What do you mean dear?"

"You just told me that only the three of us know how you really did all this. You can't live forever, even you can't do that. Can you?" she asked half wondering if she had figured out that puzzle as well.

"No. Not yet," she grinned. 

"So what will happen?"

"I've written everything down and I want you to take over for me when that time comes."

"But I've never seen you do this. How will I know if I'm doing things right?"

"You already know 95% of what I do now. You learned it when you did your dissertation."

"But I need to be perfect. Being 5% off could be disastrous. I could create monsters instead of the perfect people you've made."

"Why are you suddenly so concerned?"

"Because I thought you'd tell me I'd be the one in charge and I feel unsure filling your shoes."

"You will do fine and I plan on sticking around a long time."

"I know but what if? Things happen. That's what I worry about -- the things we can't control in life."

"Do you want me to show you? Would that make you feel better?"

Maya smiled as tears fell from her eyes, "A lot better, Mom."

"OK, I'll call your supervisor and tell her I need your services for awhile. We can start tomorrow."

Maya flew at her mother and they embraced. "I love you so much, Mom!"

"I love you too." She turned to her male and said, "We have a beautiful female, don't you think?"

Her male smiled, "We do indeed. I love her too."

Maya looked quizzically at the male, "Love? Can you feel that?" she asked sincerely.

"I think so but not in the same way as a female does. I don't know that I could ever feel what females feel."

"I didn't think so," Maya replied.

"He tries honey and I take what he says with that in mind."

Martin had some recollection of what that emotion was although as time passed the emotional tie he had with his bride prior to moving here had become less vivid. Because he was a male his role centered on work, service and obedience and devotion. Love, hate, jealousy, envy and other similar emotions became secondary feelings and occupied only vaguely. To those that were born here, those emotions, at least in males, didn't exist. They served; they obeyed; they learned a profession and did it well. They kept the female to which they were contracted satisfied and content and above all else remained committed to them regardless of circumstances. One of the greatest days in a male's life was when a female took them as their contracted male. To be taken was the ultimate gift a male could receive.

The following morning, the two females walked to the nearby lab. Once inside and after being introduced to several of Michelle's closest colleagues they entered Michelle's private laboratory. Michelle gave Maya a brief overview telling her mostly what Maya already knew. She explained the concepts of molecular cloning, DNA synthesis and modification, and explained the process of how the fabricated gene was inserted into the host. She briefly reviewed ways of knocking out specific genes, as well as the various methods of gene targeting. Maya sat listening. Nothing she had said during the thirty minute refresher was new. It was old hat and she felt comfortable with all of those techniques.

"I don't use any of those Maya."

That caused her interest to pique. "You don't! she exclaimed. "Then how do you do it?"

"I've developed a different way to modify genes. I don't use biology. I use technology."

"How! Tell me."

She explained that DNA is nothing more than the arrangement of four different nucleotides, or components, arranged in unique combinations. The stringing together of these nucleotides is what created the DNA strand and genetic map that cells used to express all of the traits whether physical, mental, emotional and spiritual that makes every person -- every living organism - unique. 

"Rather than going in blindly I use robotics to physically move or alter the nucleotide that I want and replace it precisely with another or combination of others. Come here, I'll show you."

She took her into another part of the lab and explained the use of Angstrobots -- named after the word Angstrom -- the smallest unit of measurement known. Angstrobots were Michelle's latest marvel. They were infinitesimally small robots that could be programmed and directed to go to specific genes or markers where precise changes could be made. The Angstobots could be equipped with 'trailers' that carried spare nucleotides that could be offloaded from the trailer, inserted into the gene and the original nucleotide removed could then be returned to the trailer to be used in some other part of the DNA. In this way the Angstrobot could remain inside the cell working for extended periods without having to be withdrawn because the trailer either emptied or became too full. When trailers were used, two Angstrobots worked in tandem and Michelle had perfected this technique masterfully.

"The key to this is memorizing the genetic composition of each target gene -- which can sometimes be quite complex. You need to understand that changing even one nucleotide can have profound ramifications. Some individual genes have several hundred 'tides'. After awhile you come to learn that most of them are structural while a few select ones are the switches."

"And that's what you learned back in graduate school?"

"Yes and no. I learned which one of the switches were the master ones -- the ones that never regressed. Lots of switches will last for a generation or two or three but eventually they turn off reverting whatever change was made back to its default state. I kept playing with these switches. I just knew that there must be a more powerful switch that maintained the stability of the organism as it currently existed."

"Meaning you based your premise on the fact that however something was structured, there must be some kind of internal brain that kept the structure that way so that it wouldn't change over time."

"Yes, for example, there is a gene that dictates every one of us will have five fingers. Everyone has five fingers and the reason for that is there is a gene that mandates it. Now certain drugs can cause this and we see that in children born from drug addicts. It's a sad outcome but the lesson learned is that even those powerful switches can be changed. And I found lots of them." She paused, thinking back to her younger years. "That's how I created this city."

"And now you're going to teach me?"

"I'm going to help you see that you know a whole lot more than you think you do." She smiled. "I know you don't believe me but you are way smarter than I ever was."

"If you say so Mom."

"I'm saying so. Anyway, all of the genetic mapping I have is stored on various hard drives that only you have access to. As I learn more I keep updating that information so you will always have the most current information as I know it."

"And that is mostly the genetic mapping you said that needs to be memorized."

"Yes. The actual use of the Angstrobots is quite easy once you get the hang of it. The hard part is knowing where to tell them to go and what nucleotide to replace with what. Once they get to where they are supposed to be the process of replacing something with something else can be a little tricky. Come here, we can practice on amebas. They are harmless and is a good place for you to start to learn how this is done."

For the next week Maya learned the basic concepts, then the finer points and eventually the allusive details that only her mom knew. She was a natural at this and quickly mastered Angstobot control. Viewing them on super high definition electron monitors she physically maneuvered a single 'bot'. Once in position she learned how to deactivate a switch. How to modify it; how to turn switches either on and off and eventually how to time delay switch function for weeks, months and even years. The thought process behind this was truly mind boggling and Maya came home every day more convinced that her mother must have an IQ that approached 200. She was brilliant, unconventional and solved problems with solutions that although inordinately complex had a simplicity to it that seemed elementary in many respects. The meshing of complexity with simplicity proved to be the genius of her methods.

After a month of work, Michelle deemed her daughter competent and broke the news early on a Monday morning that it was time to return to work at the Extraction center. "I think your Bulls miss you," she said with a giggle.

"I miss them too but it's been good to get away. Sometimes I take thick eleven inch cocks for granted when I hold them all day long. I forget just how unique a foot-long dong is."

"There indeed is a difference between an eight-incher and a twelve," Michelle replied.

"I know. And now that I got that promotion, I've been granted the chance to train Phase four Bulls before they are auctioned."

"And are you enjoying that?"

"Mooommm," she said as if to say, "you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Michelle laughed. "So you like fucking them?"

"Like it. I love it!"

"I thought you'd like the feel of them exploding inside you." She said laughing.

"I have never felt anything as incredible as the feeling they give me when they shoot those streams and hit that spot I never knew was even up there. They spurt so hard and with so much fluid," She shook her head, smiled and moaned, reliving one recent experience. 

"I know, they shoot their semen again and again and again," her mother sighing.

"..... and again," Maya said with a snicker. "And then it all comes running out like an ocean of white."

"It is a beautiful sight indeed."

"Is that why you made your male like you did?"

"Actually it was his idea that I make him that way."

"His idea?" she said super surprised.

"Yes. And that one idea spawned an entire industry. I altered him by making his balls grow even larger and in the process make lots more semen. I never knew that it would eventually create a billion dollar swimmer technology industry."

"But did you know that all that cum would make you feel so good when you took him?"

"I had no idea about that either. I thought his idea sounded fun and so I thought, 'what the hell'."

"Your male," she said sincerely, "he is a special one."

"And it's about time you started looking for your own one too."

Maya blushed. "I will Mom. When I'm ready I will select a good one."

"You have inside knowledge now. Maybe you can target one that is new to Phase three and reserve him when his count decreases below industry standards."

"I've thought of that already. I've got about ten in my database and one in particular that I'm keeping an eye on. I'm way ahead of you." She laughed.

"Good girl. It's always a great when you can remain three steps ahead of everyone else."

"Kind of like how you are with everyone?"

"Kind of," she said smiling. "So who is the special one?"

"It's one of the Bulls."

"I know that Maya. Which one?"

"2954," she said quietly.

"Excellent choice." Her mother said smiling. "He's been one of your best producers and although I've never met him I've gotten numerous reports regarding what a hunk he is."

"Those reports are completely accurate, Mom. He is gorgeous!"

"I'm glad you feel that way. He should be up for auction at some point soon. If you want him, that's when you should make your move."

"I know Mother," she said exasperated.

"OK, I'm just trying to help. Now you have me all horny and I need to go fuck my male to satisfy my cravings. See what you did to me?"

Maya laughed.

"This time it will be a private fuck so off you go."

"Get a room Mother!" she said giggling and left. She walked once more through the neighborhood in the direction opposite her mother's lab, taking in the spring morning. As she made her way through the restaurant district and into the commercial part of the town the streets filled with females and males alike. Many males were left unattended since they often worked in professions separate from their female. Between the hours of 6 AM and 6 PM this was permitted. Males leaving employment between 6 -- 9 PM could do so but only with a mark from their female supervisor. Puller and Sumpter stood out immediately because they were out after the male curfew. She had read that they had abducted Anna and Petra sometime after 10 PM.

Besides the many heading to work, the streets were filled with students. Maya's eye was drawn to a younger female. She was beautiful. Behind her followed a well built male who looked to be about her age. He was of course collared and leashed and followed dutifully. Beside the beauty of the attractive dark-haired woman, she couldn't help but notice the size of the male's package, even under his clothing. The pair was walking in the same direction as she but on the other side of the street. Avoiding traffic she made her way across and caught up to them.




The Science Experiment Ch. 05



"Hi, I'm Maya. I noticed you on my way to work."

The female smiled shyly, "I'm Vira."

"Your male has quite a set of tools." She grabbed his groin and nonchalantly examined him.

Vira's eyebrows rose. "He is mine," she said and jerked him away with a quick pull of her leash.

"I didn't mean harm. I was paying you a compliment."

"I don't understand."

Maya's nose wrinkled in puzzlement. "How old are you?" 

"Eighteen."

"Eighteen, I thought you were almost my age! You're beautiful! How old is he?"

"Same age."

Maya giggled, "Revelation Day! Is this your contracted male for the rest of the year?"

"Yes and I hope he will be mine forever."

"Why is that?" She asked, as they started walking again.

"Because he has an exquisite cock and massive balls and cums gloriously." Her smile brightened and spread contagiously. Maya noticed the elegance and maturity of this young beauty.

"He could make you lots of money, you no know."

"Mother told me that but I haven't taken him to be tested. He's still too young I think."

"I work at the extraction clinic. Bulls make a great salary and also are trained in the art of servitude before they are auctioned."

"I don't want him auctioned. I intend to contract ham."

"But if he is employed as a Bull, he will still be trained. All the Bulls go through that process, even the ones that are already taken. I have one I'm keeping an eye on that is going through that process now."

"Oh. I didn't know that."

"You can test him today if you want. When did he cum last?"

"Yesterday. Mother tells me it's best to make him cum."

"It is. It teaches their body how to make semen faster."

"Do you want to have him tested? I'll let you do it."

Vira hesitated. "C'mon, it will be fun. Everyone loves watching a Bull cum."

Maya looked at her with that 'well, are you or aren't you expression'. Vira smiled and agreed. Together they headed down the street walking hand in hand with the Bull male in tote.

After several minutes of the requisite 'welcome back' conversations after her hiatus, Maya found Nadia, introduced Vira to her and asked if her male could be pre-tested. She explained how they met, his exceptional gifts that hung between his legs and that she understood that because he was still in school he was too young for processing even if he made the 300 ml minimum output. Nadia reluctantly agreed but stated that it was unheard of for a male so young to be anywhere near his maturation capacity, usually reached by age 20 or so. 

"Come on," Nadia said hastily. "But I'm telling you, he's not going to make the cutoff."

They all made their way to the Phase two wing on the first floor. Finding a room they secured the door and fastened the leash to the back wall. Nadia motioned for Vira and Maya to exit, leaving the male inside alone with Nadia. 

"So you want to do this?" Nadia asked.

"I don't know. I mean, I don't know what to do."

"We can talk you through it and help you but I want to make sure you were up for this," Nadia asked once more.

Nadia added, "It will be lots of fun. I can promise you that."

"Really?"

"Oh it's lots of fun. Do you want to try?"

"I do. I really do. But I want your help."

"OK, let me talk to your Mistress first."

Five minutes later everyone was back inside. The male had been watching them curiously although he heard nothing of their conversation. He wasn't even sure what was expected of him other than to produce a semen sample. It all seemed straightforward enough. Vira approached while the two older watched. She had him strip and pointed to the table. He got on it and lay supine. Vira then slipped out of her outfit and to her male's surprise, ordered the older women to do the same. The males cock suddenly sprang to life and all three smiled pleasingly.

"Don't you love a responsive cock?" Nadia asked rhetorically. 

Vira positioned the male on the table, secured him with restraining straps and moved the extremity pads into the classic X pattern. His balls hung off the table dangling like two huge pendulums. Nadia stood and took a quick measurement. Surprised she held up ten fingers and then another two. Maya grinned approvingly.

Moving between his legs Vira began stimulating him. The older females noticed her apprehension and joined in the fun. Maya went to Vira while Nadia went to the male's head. 

"Mind if we play some?" Maya asked. "I can tell you are feeling self conscious with us here."

"Me too. Can I have some fun with your male?" Nadia asked.

Maya poked the girl in the ribs. "The more fun we have, the more amazed you will be when we let him cum."

Vira giggled and smiled. "OK, but remember, he's mine."

Nadia, on a spur-of-the-moment thought took Vira by the hand and said, "You need to see something. Come. You too Maya."

As they walked down the hall and up a flight of stairs Nadia told her that they were going to the Phase three wing. 

"This is where the accepted Bulls spend their day. I want you to see what goes on here. I think it will help you with your Bull."

"What about my male?"

"He's not going anywhere. It's good training for him to wait on you anyway. How long have you had him?"

"About a month."

"Then you are about to learn more about training a male in the next few minutes then you did in the past month."

Maya opened the doors and the three entered the floor. Naked females moved about. Vira froze as soon as the doors opened. It was the noise. Maya watched. She remembered how she felt her first day here and Vira was responding accordingly. Her eyes widened and she looked to Nadia and then to Maya. And then, just as Maya had anticipated, the shock on her face slowly transformed into pure unadulterated joy.

"Where is this delicious sound coming from?" She said a wide smile running to her eyes.

"You go on and check it out. We will be back in a while."

"OK," Vira said only half hearing her.

Walking down the hall she watched, amazed at what she saw. In every room -- on both sides of the hallway were good-looking males. They were all naked. With each one was at least one, and sometimes two naked females and they all looked like Maya and Nadia. They were beautiful. They were flawlessly perfect. Together they were having sex for all to see -- well, at least for her to watch. She was dumbstruck! But she never stopped watching.

For the next two hours she witnessed more variations of foreplay and fucking than Ms Inga, her mother or her male's mother had ever had shown her. She spent the better part of an hour watching two voluptuous females bring a Bull to a near-orgasm at least ten times. Each time he pleaded, I mean begged incessantly, for them to make him cum. What they got her so excited. She observed another pair of temptresses make the Bull nearly cum while they took turns humping on his mouth all while THEY experienced several orgasms. One time she just had to. I mean it was as if she had no choice.

She entered one vacated room. The Bull was such a hunk and some blond chic had just been fucking him for the past 20 minutes or so. And then she left. I mean she just left him on the table, strapped down and hard as a rock. When she walked in he just lay there, stretched apart and glued to the table with all the straps she had bolted him down with. But his cock -- his cock stood straight up and that cock, on that Bull, in that room, in this situation was just too much for her. She was overcome with desire. She walked around above his head, climbed on the table and sat on his face. He immediately started licking her pussy and she reciprocated on his beautiful shaft.

Soon it was she that started to give way first. "Oh, mmmmm, ooohhh, oooohhhh yesss," came her words, She stopped her sucking and rested her head next to his vertical shaft, kissing it at its base but now savoring the work of his tongue and mouth on her sex. It felt glorious. It felt better than glorious. Soon, almost in an instant, she lost it. Vira thought she could stay on 'this' side of her orgasm but he did something -- he grew or hit some spot or did something that rocketed her into neverland and it felt magnificent. She came like a tidal wave followed by surge after surge of incredible shutters -- and she cried out shamelessly. She didn't know why but she just did -- almost like she had to. It was the best!

Regaining her composure she left the Bull. The two had never exchanged words, never really communicated in any way other and why should they? He was there for one purpose -- to donate semen and she was there for one purpose only -- to help him reach his potential. He had no idea she was still in school and ignorant to the goals here but she acted like she belonged. Maybe she really did. Maybe she would someday earn a living doing just this -- fucking Bulls and making the treat her to one orgasm after another. Now wouldn't that be the life!

Vira returned to the hall. Her hair was disheveled and her skin Signs of her arousal still trickled down her leg. She walked to the next set of concubines and watched two females -- one ebony and one Asian female tag-team a helpless Bull. It made her smile. It made her smile because she could see just how much fun the females were having and it made her smile because it only seemed right. She saw, once more, just how beautiful adult life was here in her homeland. Everything worked perfectly -- at least from a relational point of view. She ruled Adi and Adi served her and they both loved their respective roles. It was mouthwatering satisfying to know she would be enjoying him for many years if she had her druthers.

Nadia and Maya spotted Vira standing mesmerized in the hall. "I think she likes whatever is going on in that room," Nadia said quietly. 

"She doesn't even hear us coming."

"Do you understand that we do this all the time?" Nadia said coming up to the dark-haired beauty from behind and startling her. Her question brought Vira out of her thoughts.

"Huh,"

"It's what we do here," Nadia said. "We stimulate Bulls. We don't fall in love with them. We don't try to take them from anyone. We just enjoy them and move on."

"I see that now."

Did you notice the females moving from one concubine to another?"

"I did."

"It's their job. It's our job. There's nothing personal going on here. It's simply business," she said pointing to Maya and herself.

"I understand that now." She paused looked around and then said, "I could stay here all day."

Maya reached between her legs. "I bet you could!"

Vira beamed. There was no embarrassment in her reaction in getting caught

"Which one was it?"

She pointed to the next concubine. "Him. I just had to try him out." She broke into uncontrollable giggles and the others joined her.

"How about we go play with your male instead?" Nadia asked.

Vira giggled some more. She was a different female and so totally into this place. "Yes let's."

Vira walked confidently back into the room and called Nadia by her side. "You will do whatever she commands." 

Not waiting for him to answer she smiled at Nadia and pulled Maya between his legs. "And you and I are going to suck on some cock."

"Now you have the idea!" 

Vira brought the shaft back to life and together the girls worked in unison sliding their lips and tongue up and down the engorged organ. Vira's eyes brightened as she looked into her partners. Maya's eyes smiled back and she encouraged the woman to follow her lead. Together they moved up and down, their lips coming together momentarily as they both reached the apex of his shaft. They moved feeling the heat of his blood that pulsated beneath the paper-thin skin. At the end of each upward stroke they kissed and each kiss became more passionate, more deliberate and more liberating for the young female. Then Maya paused, letting Vira slide to the base while she remained at the head. When Vira reversed directions she slid down to the base just as Vira reached the head and swallowed it. Maya then ascended while her partner descended. Together they massaged the Bull enjoying the playfulness of their ministrations. The females had fun and giggling interspersed the sucking, noises that predominated.

The male however did not groan. He was unable to groan. His mouth had been completely filled with Nadia's pussy. She sat on him, commanding him to lick and restricting his air intake. Teasing him many times she released the pressure over his airways just long enough to allow him to take a few breaths before repeating the process. The Bull's tongue moved in ways that surprised the female enjoying him. She delighted in the delicateness of his touch, the patience he displayed, even while air came at a premium. He did not panic but focused on her. When she transitioned to rhythmic rocking, he instinctively extended his tongue, forming a point for her to move over and enjoy. When she slowed he reshaped his appendage, forming it into a flat wet surface that she could move easily on. Nadia came on him twice before she noticed Maya bringing Vira's aggressive attack on the foot-long shaft to a halt. 

She watched as Maya reminded her to keep the laxity of his testicles always in mind, to feel for changes in the hardness of his cock and to watch for the subtle contraction of the small muscles just lateral to the base of his rod. When the male reached the very edge, they all withdrew contact and watched the shaft involuntarily twitch and heave. Vira could see her male trying to expel his seed but failing.

When the movements stopped and the cock softened, they repeated the process. For this next round Nadia played with Vira while Maya moved to his head and enjoyed being satisfied. When he got close to his next climax they watched his shaft bob, weave and eventually wilt. Playing musical chairs Vira took Maya's place and they brought him back to the edge for the umpteenth time. They played this game for over an hour. When the time between edges dramatically reduced, Nadia indicated it was time. Hoses were connected and a glass receiving container connected.

"OK Vira, this time it's all you. Make him cum and enjoy the show," Nadia instructed.

She did and two minutes later he exploded. Maya bet he'd ejaculate 315 ml, Nadia guessed 250 and Vira settled on 350. He reached 180 ml before the spurting ended but continued to flow after that. And that flow just kept on coming -- and coming -- and coming!. Nadia watched in amazement as he reached 275, then 300, then 325 and only then started to slow. When the last of it had been milked he stopped at an amazing 362 mls! 

"Holy shit!" Nadia exclaimed. 

"Looks like you owe us both a little attention," Maya teased.

"Both? Sure, that was the deal you know. Looser treats."

"She grinned pleased. Of course I will. But I need to let my supervisor know about this one. Let's get the sample to the lab for a sperm count. Remember it needs to be at least 1,000,000 per ml. Maya hurried the sample down and asked that they send a report back to room 31. When she returned, Vira was standing against the wall, and had both hands against the back of Nadia's head. It was buried between her legs and Vira was about to cum. She couldn't keep her body still. Her eyes were closed; she was biting her lower lip and her head languidly rocked back and forth as she gasped -- here breathing now irratic. Rather than interrupting, she waited, letting the younger female experience another female for probably the first time. It was, of course her first, and Nadia made sure it would be something she'd want again and again. After the adrenaline rush had passed and the warm glow overwhelmed her with a peaceful calm, Maya opened the door. She nudged Vira aside and spread her legs. Nadia came to her without a word. She had lost the bet and now needed to pay the second half of her debt. Nadia didn't regret losing the bet because she loved going down on a female. Maya was one of her favorites and it had been a long time since that last time. She missed her silky smooth pussy of the magnificent dynamo for over a month and couldn't wait to taste her again. 

With Vira at her side, Maya enjoyed watching and feeling a most exquisite tongue probe and play with her moistened slit. She kissed Vira who stood with one arm around her waist and the other hand caressing her firm breasts. 

"I hope I get as big as you," she said kissing and sucking on her ear. Her finger circuitously ran over each lobe.

"I'm sure you will." Her voice suddenly got more ragged. "You're only eighteen and yours are already beautiful."

"Oh god this feels good!"

Maya closed her eyes, stiffened add came screaming. With barely a moment to recover, a quiet knock was heard at the door and Vira greeted an elderly woman. The two eyed one another casually and Vira took the paper. 

"Here's the result of the lab work," the woman said sheepishly.

"Nadia snatched the paper and gasped, "Oh my god! Maya, he tested out at 7.3 million/ml! I've never seen anything over 4."

"I guess that's a good thing?" Vira asked flummoxed.

"Good? It is way more than good. It's totally off the charts. No one has ever put out this kind of number. I mean nobody."

The three females looked at the male still strapped to the extraction table. "He will make a shit load of money once he is old enough to be admitted," said Maya in a tone of amazement.

"And make the company millions," added Nadia.

"Vira listened to the conversation, not understanding the significance of all this. All she knew was that she wanted to keep her contracted male for her own. She felt proud for the male, at least for now, and while the two females continued to go on and on about the lab results, she relived the feelings she had when she watched the semen jar get fuller and fuller -- over 350 ml full. And now Nadia was saying he'd likely produce over 500 by the time he reached full maturity. Vira wondered what 500 milliliters of semen would feel like if it all came inside her. She smiled and then listened to what Nadia and Maya were saying.

"What? She said suddenly feeling like she was being analyzed.

"We were just saying how beautiful you were."

"Oh," her cheeks reddened, "thank you."

"I think you should consider applying here when you get through school. Your looks alone will keep the bulls stimulated," Maya said smiling.

"I would love to, but that's not for several more months. Oh," she said in worried voice, "what time is it? I forgot all about school."

"Almost noon."

"Ms Inga is going to kill me. She will write me up and I might lose him," she said pointing to her male still strapped on the table. His cock hung limply and his looked smaller than it had in a long time. He was completely spent.

"I'll write you an excuse," Nadia said calmly. Females come here all the time. You will be fine." She found a pre-worded form, signed and dated it and handed it to Vira. "I included the time you departed so you best be on your way."

Vira released the bindings holding her male, leashed him and told him to thank the other females for all they had done for him. They exited the building and walked briskly down the sidewalk toward school.

That evening, Maya, her mother and the contracted male sat around the dinner table talking. After listening to the scuttlebutt that Michelle and her male shared regarding the fate of the two foreigners and their punishment, Michelle asked Maya about how her day of work went. She told her how nice it was to be back with the other Strokers but also about the female and her male that she met soon after she left the lab and coaxing the teen to get her bull tested for semen output and concentration. When she told her his output numbers she put her fork down in shock.

"I've never heard of anyone approaching that number!" she blurted.

"I know. Nadia said that anything above 3.5 million was exceptional."




The Science Experiment Ch. 05



"She's right. Most are between 1.5 and 2.5 and that is way beyond the average male not in the facility."

"I didn't know that," Maya stated.

"Yes, most males have counts in the 0.5-1.0 range. My male is still a 2.7," she said with pride in her voice," and at his age, that is quite a feat." She coddled his balls lovingly and he looked sheepishly at her. 

"Why do you think this one is so different?"

"I don't know but I'd love to evaluate him. Do you know where this female lives?"

"No, but she told me that Ms Inga is her teacher."

"I know Ms Inga very well. She's been teaching for years," Michelle smiled. "She owns one of our old Bulls and, if I remember correctly, she got him for a bargain."

"I didn't know you knew her. She must have taught in a different school than the one I was in. Her name doesn't sound familiar."

"That's because you were such a precocious child, my little dynamo." She pushed a lock of hair behind Maya's ear. "Not only are you beautiful, but bright as a button."

"Mom," she said changing the subject, "I need a fix." 

She burst into laughter, "See what happens when you are back around those big cocks all day? It plays with your mind doesn't it."

"Just a bit," she said grinning ear to ear. "I'll be back in a while."

"Vira, come here," Ms Inga called.

When she approached, her teacher handed her a folded piece of paper and the two of them spoke quietly. A minute later she had her male tethered to her leash. They left school and thirty minutes later sat waiting in the office of the most powerful female in Testeekul. The office was beautifully decorated with family pictures, paintings and a large sculpture of a male kneeling before a female. What struck Vira was the absence of commendations that she expected to see covering the walls. Not only was she the force behind her own city's fame but was one of the wealthiest females in the planet.

Ten minutes later, the tall elegant woman appeared and Vira stood awkwardly while her male remained in command position. Michelle sat on the loveseat next to the young female, greeted her warmly and asked if she'd join her for a bite to eat. 

"Of course," she said, feeling overwhelmed just to be in her presence.

"Good; We can talk while we eat. I'm starving"

"What about him?" Vira pointed to the male whose forehead remained pressed against the floor.

"It looks like we will know where to find him when we get back. Don't you?"

Understanding the implication the teen smiled. "Yes we will." She said more confidently.

After an hour at lunch in which Michelle put her completely at ease they returned to the lab. A few hours of testing later during which Michelle performed a comprehensive physical on her male, took blood, urine and stool samples, had him produce another semen sample, this one amounting to 342 milliliters and checked his sperm count, she ordered him to Command position on the tile floor of the laboratory.

Michelle and Vira walked into the adjacent office. Vira sat quietly as Michelle took a seat on the adjacent overstuffed chare. She took a sip of bottled water and composed her thoughts before speaking, "He is simply amazing," she said finally.

"I enjoy him very much," answered Vira.

"I'm sure you do, but that is not what I mean. He is only eighteen and yet produces more semen and has a count that, by all accounts, seems impossibly high. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't tested it myself. Not only that, Vira, the motility of his sperm is in the top one percentile."

"What does that mean?"

"It means he could help so many needy and dying people if he were to become a Bull at the extraction center."

"But I wouldn't see him," she said with a horrified look.

Michelle smiled, trying to put herself in the place of a teenager who had only recently been given charge of a male to train and enjoy. She realized the emotional bond she had already formed, and separating them now would be difficult. Furthermore the Company had guidelines, one of which stated males needed to be finished school before entering employment. This male however, was unique and possessed extraordinary semen of impeccable quality. But his primary role was to serve females, especially one's he was contracted to. Although his contract with Vira was really not legitimate Michelle understood what the young female felt and she needed to consider that. Michelle sat thinking things through as Vira sat quietly.

Breaking the silence, she said softly, still considering her words, "There is a law, which we do not speak of much. It states that males, with special talents and attributes can be placed into productive service at any time upon unanimous approval from the Council of the Wise."

"Are you telling me you can forcibly take my male away?" There was a sense of panic in her voice.

"Hear me out, Vira." The male is still a minor and by law is under the jurisdiction of his birth female until he reaches twenty one. You have been granted access to him as part of your educational experience. The training you are undergoing now, under Ms Inga's watchful eye is to benefit both you and the male. However it does not relinquish his birth female from her responsibilities. Revelation Day is a day the Council has decided to be the day in which young females begin the transition from youth to adulthood. The same is true with your contracted male. Your time training him is a valuable learning experience for both and one our society gives considerable value.

"But your male is one that has special qualities and can benefit thousands of individuals the world over."

"Vira interrupted, "Can't he wait?"

"Yes he could. What I don't know nor does anyone else is whether or not he will continue to mature or if he has already peaked at an unusually young age for reasons not understood. I don't know if he will continue to produce at this level for another month or another ten years."

"Ten years!" She cried out. "Ten years!" Her eyes filled with tears at the thought of losing him.

"Vira honey, you need to realize that I value female rule over males above everything but I am torn as a geneticist by the potential good that your male possesses. He is one of a kind." She stood and walked over to Vira giving her a hug.

"I know how you feel baby. You look at him as a source of pleasure. He provides you with security and makes you feel unbelievably good when you put him between your legs or inside you."

"He does," she answered sniffling. "I don't know that I can live without that now."

"And you shouldn't. You are a female. It's what females want and Testeekul is structured so women receive those types of necessities." She smiled and then added, "Maya told me you two met yesterday."

Vira blew her nose and wiped tears from her cheeks. "We did. She is so nice."

"Let me tell you a quick story. Over dinner she told me about you and your male and what went on. She also told me how nice it was to be back working with the handsome Bulls."

Vira smiled knowingly.

"She also mentioned that it had been almost a month since she had been with them and since she'd taken time for herself. She's been working long hours with me in the lab, you see." Michelle laughed and added, "As soon as I told her I was through with her in the lab and she needed to get back to work she told she was heading straight to the Feeding Center to get a fix!"

Vira burst into laughter. She had never been there of course but that building had a reputation among the younger females in town.

"I tell you that," Michelle said more seriously, "because I understand you have needs that can't be put aside. Even though you are young, you have the same needs as my daughter.

Vira listened hopefully afraid to say anything.

" Here is what I'd like to propose, and mind you, I haven't given this much thought so it's open for discussion - and of course, I will want your input too," she added.

Vira tensed waiting to hear her idea.

"I'd like to call a meeting of the Wise, tell them about the uniqueness of your male, and then propose we admit him to the Extraction Center. He is just too valuable for Testeekul and my company to not use given what we now know about him.

Vira's heart sank, her eyes welled up with tears and she began to sob.

"Hear me out Sweetheart. If the Council agrees to admit him then by law the Bull becomes a legal male of age.

Through sniffles she asked, "And what does that mean?"

"It means that although he is eighteen he will have adult-male status."

"I'll lose him!!!!!" she cried out. "You're going to take him away from me forever!"

"Vira, you aren't listening. I'm not going to take him away from you at all if I can help it. By gosh girl, hear me out!"

"OK."

"If the Council grants him that status then I will ask they also consider giving you the immediate option to legally take him as your contracted male for a period of three years -- until you are twenty one. That way you won't lose him if he is granted adult status and also have the option to renew your contract once you reach legal status yourself."

"But they won't agree to that. I'm only eighteen and I don't have some special quality like Adi does," she pleaded.

"That's not completely true. You are his contracted male, even though that contract ends once the school year ends. Nevertheless, the Council may grant you a similar exception to the age 21 mandate if I am the one that brings your request before them. It's the best I can do."

"But even if they do let me I still won't be able to see him for almost three years," she pleaded. "He will be stuck in that building for who knows how long."

Michelle raised a hand in protest, "Hear me out. If the Council agrees; and they better agree Vira," she said frankly, "I will propose you be permitted daily access to him after school, assuming your mother agrees to that. I don't foresee any insurmountable issues with all this and since I own the company I will personally make sure you see him as often as you like. We can even begin training you in the extraction and stroking arts if you'd like so you can be assured of a job there when you are done school. I can even make sure you are assigned specifically to your male during your training."

"I like that."

"Of course, the trade off with all Bulls is they are not to be fucked to the point of ejaculation. You can fuck him as much as you want but so much so that he cums. You need to always keep in mind that the express purpose of him being there is to produce samples for medical use, not pleasure."

"And he will be compensated while he is there?"

"He will be compensated extraordinarily so. Vira, he as an output equal to a half-dozen Bulls. A half dozen!" she repeated. Hopefully the tests that we did today will shed some light on why he is so unique. He might help researchers learn how to make other Bull-males produce even more semen than they currently are able. He might serve as the key to solving the mystery of low sperm counts and infertility. He's definitely going to help thousands that will benefit from Swimmer therapy treatments.

"Swimmer therapy?" She asked puzzled.

"It's something used to help sick people," Michelle said simply. "My point is: You need to understand just how special your male is."

"I'm beginning to see that. And I love him. I know I'm still in school but I really do love him. We've been best mates since birth."

"Then I will do whatever I can to make sure that the two of you see one another as much as possible and become legally contracted."

"That means I will be an adult female even though I am only eighteen?"

"Kind of, but that also means you get a lot of responsibilities too. Freedom and responsibility go hand-in-hand. But you have your mother, and Maya and me here if you need advice or someone to talk with."

"Thank you," she said as tears of joy replaced anguished ones. "When will all this take place? The meeting I mean?"

"Within the week." Michelle stood and together they returned to the lab finding her male exactly where they left him. 

"Stand," Vira ordered, "and thank Mistress Michelle properly."

He kissed her feet and then stood deferentially. His cock immediately grew to its full twelve inches and Michelle fondled it approvingly. 

"Take care of this male. He's a special one."

"I will Mistress, and thank you for explaining all of this to me. I will talk with our females at home and let them know what you said."

They parted and Vira skipped down the hallway oblivious to the other male and females watching through glass office windows. She didn't see their smiles or surprised expressions. But then again, she didn't care either. She might become the legal owner of Adi and nothing else mattered. 

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The Science Experiment Ch. 06



A few months have elapsed since the end of the last chapter. The story continues ...

Chapter 6 Beginnings and Endings 

Vira stood tall and proud, dressed in an outfit her mother had recently purchased just for the occasion. The deep green of the short and sensual dress looked perfect clinging tightly around her lean svelte body. Long, pure black hair that shimmered in the daylight flowed over her shoulders falling full and lustrous nearly to the small of her back. She was surrounded by her closest females; nine females from her class, her mother and older sister, Mistress Inga, Adi's mother, Nadia, Maya, and standing before them all, Mistress Michelle. Adi was the only male present. He was not the focus of the ceremony but here to listen to the pronouncement that Vira would legally become his contracted female. Ceremonies in Testeekul were for females only and males were rarely present. Contract establishment or renewals were two such times where their presence was required. He knelt in Command position next to Vira and the others gathered in an arc facing Mistress Michelle. He remained motionless, naked, collared and tethered from his neck to the wrist of his soon-to-be legal owner.

Michelle presided over the signing at Vira's request and Maya's convincing. Because of the unusual circumstances surrounding this contract signing and because Michelle had brought it to be, she felt obliged to serve as the presiding witness. The group of females slowly arrived. The younger ones socialized with one another and the older females introducing one another and catching up on the news of the day. Michelle had a déjà vu moment as she waited for all to gather, something she rarely had any more. She, like the other older females had all been altered at about the same time. All had undergone both physical and psychological changes when the stem cells were implanted. One of the unforeseen changes was a progressive loss of memory that made the recall of events and images prior to the injection difficult. The loss of that old life was sad in some ways but good in others. Sad because it was now difficult to remember her parents, relatives, childhood memories and the like but good because her only memories were those that reinforced the confident, dominant nature of her life that she now lived. As she scanned the younger females she knew they only had one mindset that was singularly dominant. Those under the age of 21 only knew of the Testeekul way. It was the older ones: Vira's mother, Inga her teacher, and the other women on the Council that had a past life. She wondered if they also had flashbacks or if their minds only recalled what the younger ones did. 

For whatever reason Michelle did have a flashback. It all came back when she looked at the nine young females standing intermingled with the older Council women. She remembered sitting in Martin's New York City apartment all those years ago when they first had this brainstorm of an idea -- their Camelot, their perfect city. She remembered her boss back home and how he treated her with disrespect. She thought of her mother and how tough dad was on her. She thought back to her friend Shirley who was raped at the tender age of fifteen. She thought of all of the wrongs that men had inflicted on women, most without them even realizing what they were doing. Women were left to raise children created in passion. Women were not given equal pay for equal work. Women were expected to remain at home with children rather than pursue a career; women were expected to submit to their husbands, women were looked upon as the weaker sex. Women were viewed by males as sources of pleasure. "Women, women women," she thought, "were only valued for a select few qualities." 

She remembered the male dominated world she lived in. Yes, there were men like Martin that were different but he was a rare find. Men were only then beginning to see that maybe history had done a disservice by relegating womanhood and the female gender as a whole to a subservient role. Men like Martin had seen the light and it was only through that chance Vermont meeting that his mind and money along with her genius brought about change albeit only to the city in which they lived. But it was a start and watching the beautiful Vira standing with a handsome male kneeling in subservience to her and about to become her legal property made her smile. 

The dream was so much more than a dream. The possible was more than a virtual reality, it was their reality and these females were the beneficiaries. They lived and enjoyed life as all females should be enjoying life. They ruled. They decided. They pursued. They respected and valued and understood the male for who he was truly meant to be. They understood men were made to support, protect and serve females. It was a beautiful paradigm shift and one that she hoped would never end. 

Michelle returned from her reverie to the present as the group formed an arc and quieted. After brief formalities and greetings, Vira responded to the standard vow Michelle read. As she listened she kept one foot firmly pressed against the back of Adi's neck.

"Do you pledge to all gathered here to care for and guide, protect and enjoy, discipline and mold the male kneeling beneath you? Do you agree to train him in the ways of Testeekul society? Do you promise to remain contractually bound to him for a period of four years and zero days, beginning this day?

Vira pushed his head hard into the ground with the sole of her heel and in the tradition of the thousands of other females that had stood where she stood now, confidently responded, "I do." A groan of pain came from the kneeling male and when it did smiles graced the faces of all attending. Vira had never deliberately tried to hurt her male but hearing him grunt under the pressure of her weight did feel good. 

She stepped forward signing and dating the registry. When done, her mother moved to the male, pressed her foot down across the base of his neck, thrusting twice before he cried out in pain yet again. Coming to Vira who now stood next to Mistress Michelle she kissed her on both cheeks and spoke briefly before leaving. All of the attending females repeated the ritual, first applying pressure to the male's neck and then greeting the young beauty. She, in turn, thanked all for coming and soon everyone had departed except for Michelle and Maya. No sooner had the group arrived than the event was over and Vira walked with the male to the Extraction Center to have him processed.

Twenty years previous Michelle had decided that contractual bindings of a male to his superior female would be just that -- a no-hassle signing with minimal effort in the presence of one who was qualified to keep and update such records. She intended this to simple and straightforward without the poof and pompous that western society placed such value on in their version -- what they called a wedding ceremony. Contractual bindings were joyous occasions. They marked the beginning of a life of freedom and enjoyment for the female but also one of rich reward for the male as well. 

The male had no say in society and although valued for his strength, obedience, deference and protective and pleasure producing abilities, it made no sense to have him profess similar vows. The Testeekul males were born to serve. It was the female's that had freedom's and for this reason they were the ones who were required to remain bound to the contracts agreed upon during the signing ceremony. After the signing, males were formally trained to meet the needs and desires of the female they served. This process was equally pleasing for both genders. Males now had a female to obey and to be known by. That in itself was all most males needed and wanted to feel valued and fulfilled. To be known as the male of a female was the greatest of all male accomplishments.

Having never been to a signing, Vira's mother explained the process on the way, telling her all she needed to do was repeat the words of the presiding female, step on the neck of her male and sign the registry. It was an easy enough process but not one that she was in a hurry to do. Rather than binding him as soon as the counsel had given her approval she opted to wait until school was through for the year. She knew he'd immediately be placed in the phase-three wing with the other Bulls and felt it best that he complete at least this year of his education. The wait passed quickly and now he was legally hers! Together they walked the three blocks to the Extraction Center. Part of her felt sad that he would be institutionalized for an unknown period of time but knowing she'd be intimately involved with his stimulation lessoned the blow.

The Council of the Wise decided in favor of his early admission after Michelle explained the significance of his elevated sperm count. The financial implications were reason enough and the six females decided unanimously after a short question and answer session. Michelle invited Vira in to meet the other council members after the decision had been reached. Seeing just how young she was each female offered to meet with her if she found she needed guidance at any time as she began her adult life at this premature age. After leaving with the knowledge of the Councils' decision, Mistress Vasilisa, commented to the fact of how exquisitely beautiful the young female was. The others agreed, noting they had similar thoughts. 

"I think she is exceptionally gifted genetically," stated Vasilisa, whose own curvy body could be considered nothing less than a perfect ten. Only Mistress Michelle rivaled her. Vasilisa's silky chocolate complexion, thin waist and DD breasts formed that perfect hour-glass figure all women sought. Her eyes were large, her lips full, her nose sharp and cheekbones high. What the others on the council could never understand was why she had been without a male for the past several months. She had tired of her most recent one and seemed in no hurry for another. Michelle suspected that since she was in her early 50's that even with a genetically engineered body she no longer craved orgasms as frequently as she once did.

"Are you ready, Maya?" Michelle asked after Vira and her male exited.

"I am."

"Let's go. I hope you never have to see this again. It is not going to be a pleasant site."

"Have they healed yet?"

"I don't know but suspect they have. It's not a practice to visit the incarcerated."

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Four blocks away Vira and her male entered the Extraction Center and proceeded into the Phase Three wing. It was already late morning and the other Bulls had been undergoing their daily routine of stimulation for well over two hours. Nadia stood just inside the doors waiting in a nearby office for their arrival and greeted Vira when she arrived.

"Ready to get started?" she asked.

Vira smiled. It was all the response needed. Her eyes conveyed the excitement that was about to begin.

"I think there's an open concubine down here. Bring him."

Adi was barely eighteen but already revealed indications that he would grow into body that would be thick and muscled. He was still going through his growth spurt years that would change him physically from a boy to a man. He noticed the obvious age difference between he and the other Bulls has he walked past room after room. They were all quite a few years older than he, but he, probably more than most, had something they didn't have and that was why he was included with this select group of males looked upon by all others as the most masculine of all. It took only a few seconds for his cock to reach full staff. It wasn't the other Bulls that caused his arousal but the Strokers attending them. Nadia smiled and waited for Vira to notice.

"What is this?" She said grabbing his massive pole.

He smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"This is mine," she said possessively.

"You know, it is going to be something that you are going to have to share," Nadia interjected.

Vira looked surprised at the comment and remained silent. "I know," she said a moment later, "I know he will be used by others."

"It's not so much that he will be used," Nadia said, "but rather than he will be trained. It's why he is here."

Vira kept a firm grasp around his erection feeling the strength as it pulsated randomly against her fingers. She squeezed him in response and he responded by growing just a bit harder and thicker.

"Here's an empty room," Nadia said. "Make yourself at home. You know what to do Vira."

Vira thanked her and closed the door. Nadia watched her point to the table and her male obediently climbed on it and lay supine. His cock stood perpendicular to his body. Vira slid out of her outfit and climbed on the table with him, straddling his hips. She admired the young female. She was indeed beautiful and yet still so young. "She is going to be so beautiful in a few more years," she said to herself. Watching her feed his massive shaft into her dripping pussy she turned and walked away looking for a Stroker that needed a break.

"Ughhh," the male groaned. He felt the tight grip of her vaginal muscles as she lowered her body inch by inch down on top of him. 

Vira emitted a guttural sound as well as she filled herself with her newly acquired property. Closing her eyes she took time to relish that the little neighbor boy that she had known for years was now hers. Now longer was he just the kid next door. Rather he had reached puberty a few years ago and had the most beautiful cock and balls she had ever seen. Not only was he special to look at and fuck but his balls would make her a rich female. He was worth millions and she would be compensated monthly for the extraordinary quality of the semen he produced. All he had to do was to continue to put out numbers that remained above 4.0 mil/ml. Last month he knocked out an astounding 7.3 mil!

"Time to get those balls making juice," Vira whispered.

He nodded in acceptance but his eyes remained closed.

"You have my permission to speak Adi. You belong to me." She rose and fell, impaling herself until their hips met. Continuing she said, "You aren't just another Bull. You belong to me." She wiggled her hips in a circular motion, letting his shaft press against every part of her sensitive vaginal wall. "You -- are -- mine!" She bounced up and down, increasing her pace as she pronounced the last of her truths.

"I'm glad I am." He said through gasps. His eyes opened watching her perky breasts bounce deliciously as each time she collapsed onto him. He needed to be all she ever wanted. He knew that now that he was bound to her, she would learn about every part of him and he feared somewhere deep inside that she might not be pleased with a part of him and release him -- even before she reached the age of maturity. He didn't want that to ever happen. He wanted to be hers forever. He had feelings for her ever since he was a young boy and those feelings of friendship grew as he did. Now he wanted nothing more than for her to return again and again to fuck him, tease him, lust for him -- even though he knew she'd be spending time in the other concubines sampling what the other Bulls had to offer.

"I'm glad too," she said. She rose mostly off of him, only letting his head remain inside. Watching him, she grabbed held his cock in both hands and swirled it gently around and around.

"I'm going to fuck you Adi. Tell me when you are getting close."

"Yes Ma'am."

He relaxed. His strong hands rested on the fronts of her toned thighs. Vira slowly let her body engulf him and then rose. Repeating the motion again nice and slow she savored the thought of knowing the most impressive Bull in this building was hers to fuck. Slowly and ever so gradually she increased her pace until she was pistoning in and out at a frenetic rate. She rode him like she had never done before. Before it was slower, calmer and more controlled but things were different now. He belonged to her! He was hers! She owned him! Those thoughts exhilarated her and she expressed that joy in the fucking she now enjoyed with him. 

"So this is what my life will be like," she thought as waves of pleasure washed with increasing intensity over her soul.

"I -- love -- this!" She yelled as the impending orgasm grew stronger.

"Aggh," was all she heard in response. But then again, she really didn't care about how he felt at the moment. This was about her and the first of many thousands of fucks she would have while using him for her pleasure in the days ahead.

"Oohhh A-d-iii," she cried as she suddenly lost control. "Ohh, Ohh, Ohh!" she said between repeated gasps of ecstasy. She kept pounding away but only for a few more thrusts before impaling his cock as deep inside as she could. She forced her pelvis against his and arched, screaming as the intensity of the climax rocked her body. 

Her male pushed upward instinctively, knowing she wanted all of him. Not understanding how such a thin female could possibly have room for his pole, he responded as nature took over. He was bred to provide enjoyment for the female gender and he had quickly learned that role ever since Vira had first fucked him on the day after Revelation Day. It was as if he sensed her needs and Vira had noticed this many times. When she needed him to move a certain way he did without being told. When she wanted him to deny himself an ejaculation he would, despite what his body screamed for him to do. Not only was his cock in tune to her body but his tongue, hands and body were also. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted and that pleased her so much. Right now he was responding precisely the way she wished and it made her want to fuck him all the more.

This time was no different. He arched while the orgasm enveloped her and when she calmed he relaxed and opened his mouth. He knew what she'd want next. Without even looking down at him, Vira let his throbbing cock slip out of her now gaping hole and slide down toward her ass as she moved forward. She crawled op and over his face, grabbed his hair and pulled him into her sex where he serviced her quietly. His tongue felt, "what was the word," she thought, "nice. Yes, this felt nice. Not erotic but nice." She closed her eyes, released the grip on his hair and slowly rocked her cunt over that beautiful tongue that felt so -- so nice -- right now. 

After enjoying a second mind-blowing orgasm, courtesy of her male's fantastic oral skills, she slid back over his pole and with one sudden plunge impaled his throbbing shaft almost a foot inside her beautiful lithe body. Adi groaned as the slippery tunnel engulfed and grasped every square inch of his member.

"Let's see how close I can get you this time," she said with a teasing tone. "Ready?"

He nodded and so started round two of what would be twenty rounds before her time with him was through. It would be some of the best tease and torment Vira had ever delivered. Within minutes of this episode she had him moaning and crying out for her to slow down but she knew better. She knew how far she could push him and she was aware when his begging transitioned from general excitement to that of profound worry that he would indeed cum. What she heard from him now was nothing of concern. Yes, she had gotten his cock almost granite hard, and yes she knew that his balls were most likely drawn up tight against the base of his shaft -- or soon to be pulled tight, but something told her intuitively that he still had a ways to go before he would release nearly a pint of the milky white fluid. "No, he was not there yet," she considered. And as much as she loved thinking about the last time he came and filled her with so much warm thick cum, she knew she had to refrain from such a selfish act today.




The Science Experiment Ch. 06



But that last time felt so -- nice! He came panting, groaning, and screaming almost all at once. She'd never forget the feeling of the power of each pulsating stream as it hit her cervix with such force that she too spontaneously came. Every subsequent pulse sent her over the edge again as well. Spurt -- orgasm, spurt -- orgasm, spurt -- orgasm. Vira thought she must have had fifteen such orgasms compressed into twenty or thirty seconds, or however long it took him to stop shooting his cum. It was like he was a machine gun and every squirt of his load put her over the edge -- every time. That part alone was joy inexpressible and even if nothing else happened she could live knowing that every day she'd feel 'that' when he blew his stack. After the spurting stopped, and probably while it was still going on, all that semen had to go somewhere and it flowed like a faucet out of her and over his cock covering it completely in white. It looked like candle wax had dripped down along every part of his erection and then flowed out onto his pelvis, abdomen, buttocks and thighs. So much milk flowed from her pussy that he became completely soaked. Oh how she loved to see so much of him pouring out of her. 

"Too bad I can't feel that now," she said aloud through pants.

She was sweating from exertion. This fuck-session had been going on for almost fifteen minutes and for the past thirteen he'd been writhing between her thighs imploring her to stop or slow down. Adi's cries grew progressively more intense and worrisome. At first she kept at it, pounding away although she knew he wouldn't last much longer. She fucked him noting his girth, his hardness and his pleas to stop. When she felt him grow thicker and his panting rate increase she popped off him like a cork out of a wine bottle and left him to his own. She watched his cock bounce and twitch. She saw his massive balls bound tight against his body. She had stopped just at the right time. One more second and he might have lost it but he held on and he was doing everything in his power to maintain some semblance of control after she had gotten him ever so close. 

Oh, he felt so good. He felt so very good. Vira knew how to fuck and he loved how much pleasure she gave him. But what he loved even more was the fact that he was pleasing her. Shit, he wasn't just pleasing her, he was thrilling her. She had told him almost every day and it was that -- that subservient side of him -- that he loved fulfilling. And that happened whenever he saw her smile, grab his cock or command him to eat her pussy or lie down so she could fuck him. That was how he felt most satisfied. He really didn't want to cum. Well, at least a significant part of him didn't. If he came, everything ended. He'd lose his ability to keep it up and he didn't want things to end. Rather he wanted only to please her again and again and to command him to do so. 

In the outside world, out there beyond the four walls of the Extraction center he'd probably get his wish and be able to satisfy her daily. In here though, things were different. Vira's primary role as a part-time Stroker was pleasuring him as one of the Bulls the Extraction Center owned. She was here now because of the required teasing, tormenting and edging that the Center required of all the female employees. It was what she'd do today and what she or one of the other babes that came into the concubine would do -- and do so for the next several hundred -- if not thousands of days. He was nothing more than property that made money for the company. What the Strokers did had nothing to do with granting him sexual pleasure. Oh, he received pleasure all right - lots of it, but any pleasure he got was a byproduct of the necessary steps needed to ramp up specific aspects of his physiology. The teases were all about semen production and those in the labs learned that the more a male was teased and the longer he remained barely on the sane side of an impending climax, the more testosterone, prolactin and human growth hormone his body produced. All three hormones worked together to stimulate sperm cell genesis and that's what the powers-to-be demanded from every Bull. Vira was required to conform to those standards but she happened to have another reason to stimulate him as well. She wanted pleasure because he was her contracted male. She wanted him to please her because of the bond that she wanted to maintain, and so she combined stimulation of his cock with that of her own wants. It wasn't like she was alone in this. All the Strokers wanted to be pleasured but Vira had an emotional attachment to her specific Bull that the others didn't. And that made all the difference to both of them.

Adi's momentary daydream ended when he felt her delicate fingers sliding up and down the underside of his shaft. He had wilted somewhat and Vira woke him from his thoughts to begin round three. This time she decided to bring him to the brink of an orgasm by giving him a blowjob. She started first with hand massages but soon supplemented those with the additional stimulus of her soft lips and playful tongue. Adi moaned. Vira smiled. Round three had begun in full.

After stopping into one of the nearby shops to visit a friend and then grab a bite to eat in one of their favorite restaurants, Maya and Michelle turned at the next intersection and walked another half-block. They strode up the steps of the Judiciary building and once inside were greeted by the tall blonde who had been waiting for them for quite some time. Michelle asked for an escort and a naked male appeared from nowhere. He and the other male were always with the blonde and always fully engorged. Maya wondered if she owned two males, a common practice among some of the younger females and a growing trend. Maya smiled at the sight of the erect penis. Without a word, he led them down the hall and to a flight of stairs that led to the holding cells. Arriving in the holding chambers they found the two prisoners lying on mattresses. They were the only ones here and Michelle noticed the isolation walls were no longer pulled across the barred doors. There was no reason to not permit them from talking. Their sentences had been commuted and there was no reason to prevent them from collaborating stories or talking amongst themselves. In fact the only reason they were still here now was to let the effects of their castration take hold and weaken their body and mind -- and to let the injected cells begin their transforming work on both mind and body.

The two Navy Seals had been there for almost two months and their bodies had visibly changed. Michelle noted the diminished muscle mass and extra breast tissue that was not present at the time of their court appearance. At that time they were as fit as the male guards albeit a bit smaller in stature. But now they were looking pudgy and had lost a good bit of muscle and added several pounds of dead weight to their stature in the form of body fat.

When Sumpter heard the sound of the foreign female voices his hand slipped under the mattress and closed around something as he formed a tight fist. The male escort stopped at the base of the steps and pointed toward the cells where the prisoners were kept. Michelle and Maya approached the males. Puller and Sumpter immediately recognized the older female. Having never met the younger, they quickly deduced she was the daughter as they resembled one another in appearance.

"Did you come to gloat?" Puller asked Michelle sarcastically.

"I came to evaluate," she said coolly. "Actually I came only because my daughter insisted that she wanted to see what effects the castration had on you."

"So you did come to gloat!"

"No, this is not about humiliation. It's strictly business," she added plainly. "Like me, my daughter is a scientist and we don't see males in your condition -- ever."

"You let them do quite a number on us. Does your kangaroo court always come up with such creative and humiliating punishments?"

"I didn't want this to happen to you," Michelle said ignoring the jab. "If I could have given you the vaccine and sent you to the sanitation facility to live out your life I would have."

"Talk is cheap," Puller said. "Unfortunately our nuts can't be regenerated now, can they?" He hadn't moved from where he lay but continued to taunt them.

"I'm sorry. I really am," Michelle said softly. "If I could have made you into docile compliant males like everyone else here, while still keeping you balls I would have done so but I couldn't."

"And why not. You seem to run this psycho city."

"It's complicated."

"I bet it is. Easy for you to say."

Maya wasn't appreciating the character bashing the males were giving her mother and interrupted them. "Stand and let me take a look at you," Maya said firmly.

"Suck my dick!" Puller exclaimed.

"If you want to evaluate me then open the door and come in. I'm not doing anything for the queen's arrogant little princess."

Maya's face blushed red with fury but she held her tongue.

"Do you want to see what a guy without nuts looks like?" Sumpter asked. "Here' I'll show you."

He stood and walked to the bars that separated them and stood in a position of deference. Michelle and Maya looked at one another surprised by his willingness to cater to their wants. They turned away from Puller and came to Sumpter's cell and knelt. To better examine the wound and show Maya what the two kidnapped females had done, she reached through the bars and lifted his small penis up and out of the way, exposing the emptiness of what was contained underneath. Things were healing nicely. They could see where the remainder of the scrotal sack had been. Only a pink circular scar remained. It was the final reminder that he once had a handsome sac, for a Westerner that held his testicles. Maya smiled as her mother commented on the minor surgery that had taken place after the court was adjourned and a sentence pronounced. Maya reached in and grabbed his penis to take a closer look. She noticed that even when she pulled it tight it only stretched to about three or four inches and showed no signs of arousal.

Michelle, reading her mind added, "He can't get it up any more and it's likely to shrink even further with time."

"How much more?"

To less than an inch over the.... "

She never finished the comment. Maya screamed. Her face instantly was covered in blood. Her mother reached up and grabbed her throat but was unable to speak. Fear gripped her as blood poured from the deep wound that stretched across the front of her neck. Sumpter stepped back saying nothing. The male escort ran to Michelle and pressed his hand futilely over the severed trachea, carotid and jugular veins. Michelle's face turned pale as blood both ceased to flow into the brain as well as drain from the cranium and out the jugular veins. Hideous gasps could be heard as she sucked in air, not through her nose or mouth but through the severed trachea. Blood flowed into the open tube causing her to gasp and blow bright red bubbles of blood during every exhalation. She was dying, not from asphyxia but because she was bleeding out. Nothing the male could do could stop the flow of life that poured out over his hands and onto the floor. Michelle grabbed Maya's hands and looked at her one last time conveying her love to her only daughter.

"Oh Mother!" Maya screamed. 

A moment later her grasp relaxed, her eyes closed and she slumped unconscious to the floor, continuing to bleed out.

Maya screamed in horror as the blonde and several others rushed to the scene. 

Pointing to Sumpter the blonde ordered, "Kill him!"

Two males entered the cell and tore the shard of vinyl that Sumpter had so carefully made into a makeshift serrated knife from his hand. One of the males pulled him into a bear-hug and then rotated his neck in one direction and his torso in another. The snap of bones could be heard and the fragile spinal cord severed in the process. Sumpter fell helpless to the floor and died several a minute later. His severed cord prevented him from breathing and he died an agonizing death of suffocation, unable to inhale or exhale.

"Him too?" the male's yelled as testosterone flooded through their body and the taste of death filled their mind.

"No!" said the blonde looking distraught at the dead woman lying in a pool of blood. She felt for a pulse but none was to be found. Michelle Lavender, the founder and engineer of Testeekul was dead! 

"Cover her! Clean up this mess! Treat her with the utmost of respect!" Her commands rang out in staccato. Anger replaced shock which was then replaced by anguish. The tall blonde knelt next to Maya, put her arm around slender shoulders and together they sobbed over a death so needless.

The city mourned the loss of their most beloved female. She had served as head of the Council of the Wise for 20 years and was known as a strong, loving and fair female by her peers. Besides the civic leadership she provided, she was also a world leader in the field of genetics and the industries she pioneered had revolutionized current thinking in cancer research, infertility, Alzheimer's and dementia, just to name a few. On the day of her burial, flags were lowered to half staff and the entire city paid tribute to Mistress Michelle Lavender. Female and male alike acknowledged their gratitude as the procession passed. Females uniformly dressed in black and stood with naked males leashed and bowing by their side. Mothers of children even leashed their young males that were not yet of the age of Revelation and brought them to the processional to pay their final respects to the founder of Testeekal whose body lay peacefully on a velvet covered stretcher and carried on the shoulders of six strong males who walked with mammoth cocks fully erect.

The Council buried her in a public ceremony in the city circle and a bronze sculpture of her would later be placed over her grave. Maya, and Michelle's contracted male, wept as her body was lowered into the earth. As muscular males quietly shoveled earth and refilled the hole, the two stood watching. Hundreds of females greeted both, paying their respects and expressing similar sadness to the passing of such a great female. When the task of covering the grave was complete, only Maya and the male remained. She turned her back to the woman she loved so much, commanded the older male to follow and together they walked home. She sobbed once more and although a breach in protocol, her father wrapped a strong caring arm around her shoulder and together they made their way along the now quiet street.

So much had changed. The unexpected that Maya had feared had come to pass and for the next two months she did not return to work at the Extraction Center. Instead she went to her mother's laboratory and poured over her research notes, unpublished papers, and especially the saved electronic documents she found in a folder labeled 'Maya'. It was here where all of the 'classified' information was kept and Maya was so thankful that she had spent time with her learning about angstrobots and so many other areas of genetic manipulation.

Often their past conversations would venture from one interest Michelle had to another and she eagerly explained how to do this or make that happen. Her mother was an amazingly brilliant female and as Maya meticulously sifted through every file she was so thankful for the personal time the two had spent collaborating. The documents made sense -- complete sense - and stimulated new thoughts that even Michelle had not recorded on any note. Driven by the savagery of her death, her growing hatred for westernized males, and societal tolerance for the abuse so many men inflicted on females, she worked from dawn until well after sunset, mostly sleeping in the laboratory. 

She worked behind locked doors with orders not to be disturbed and made certain that she could replicate everything contained in those documents and more. Satisfied, she called a meeting of the Wise, approaching Mistress Vasilisa who now assumed the interim chair position until another was appointed to fill her mother's vacancy. Rather than convening at their usual location, Maya asked if they could instead meet at the lab. Vasilisa asked why but Maya only replied that some things were better seen than explained.

Maya sat amongst six of the most prestigious females of the city. Chairs were arranged in a circle and though she was the youngest by at least 15 years, she felt completely at home. She also felt as if she was one of them, having so many thoughts of her mother ready to explode once she was given the floor. Vasilisa gave her that several minutes later, and Maya took the next hour telling them of things in which even they had no idea.

"We are the way we are because of the vaccine," she stated once more. "The shot did provide immunity for a number of serious diseases but it also changed us. We are beautiful because Mom wanted all of us to be so. We are dominant and superior to males for the same reason. It's why they cower in our presence. It's who they are because of the genetic code in every cell they have. Mom made them that way. They have no choice about who they are as males no more than we have a choice about who we are as the females that rule them."

At first the females refused to admit they had been played but then they learned the reasons why. They learned of the vast amount of money her father had invested in building this model city and of the suggestions he gave Michelle when the two planned what the Testeekul female and male would both look and be like. Maya told them the story of her father's family, of the large testicles all the males sported, and of Michelle's love for those over-sized balls. She read portions of manuscripts her father had written when they first dated, describing the perfect female form and personality. She read side-notes her mother had scribbled in those letters in which she circled traits she too wanted expressed and added others she would make a reality. 

Finally, Maya took them from the office to the lab and showed the Wise the massive refrigeration unit that contained thousands of sealed containers, each one containing millions of genetically altered stem cells ready to be added into vaccines.

The women opened door after door seeing every shelf jammed full with the precious liquid. On one wall every unit had a large "F" stamped on each door while the opposing wall units were labeled with an "M".

"We'll never ever use all of this," Loda exclaimed. "Our population hasn't increased in twenty years and there is enough here to vaccinate everyone in Russia! What was she thinking?"

"She wasn't," Maya replied.

"Then I don't understand."

The comment caught everyone's attention. It was for this very reason that she wanted to hold the Council meeting here. "I made all of this," she said to the wondering curious-eyes of the Six.

"And you are going to explain this?" Vasilisa said more as a statement than a question.

"I want your approval and I will abide by your decision but I wanted you to see what was possible."

They returned to the office where Maya laid before them her proposal. Their decision did not take long to reach after she turned the floor over to them for discussion. The vote was unanimous and Vasilisa brought the meeting to an end. The females were about to leave when Vasilisa raised her hand getting everyone's attention.

"I would like to bring another matter before the Wise."

"Now?" Asked another.

"Yes, now. We are six and six is not how we should remain," she said softly. "Anya is the eldest and the rest of us are all about the same age. We need a seventh; someone others will respect; someone who is wise and will give a unique perspective when we discuss issues brought before us. I ask that you consider Maya as a replacement to the vacancy, given what we've just learned about her today. Michelle has told us of her brilliance and it is easy to see she did not use that term casually. The female has much to offer us as well as the city. And she is younger. We need youth, females. We will not live forever and we need to think about the future."




The Science Experiment Ch. 06



Anya agreed, "For the past hour I was thinking this very thought. Mistress Maya is very much like her mother and maybe in fact is, given what we now know of the implanting of altered cells into her womb. I second Mistress Vasilisa's thought but agree that we should take time to consider her as well as others before we meet again."

Others agreed and a meeting in two weeks was set. Maya thanked them all and the Council was adjourned. The decision of the Wise had pleased her exceedingly. She'd be a busy girl and immediately sent a cohort of medically trained males on a private jet to bring back what she needed next. She rested while she could. Once the materials arrived she'd be back at work and working exhausting hours.

The materials arrived late that night in the form of sick and dying African men, women and children. They were dying from the Ebola virus that now had spread to almost every part of the inhabited world with very few exceptions. Maya believed that she had found a cure using the technology her mother had taught her but her theory was untested. She believed she could neutralize the virus itself and in doing so block its replication and halt the widespread hemorrhaging that eventually killed every one infected. Ebola victims died from internal hemorrhaging as the virus broke down vessel walls. The high fever, loss of appetite, abdominal cramping, loss of vision and a host of other signs and symptoms were secondary to the primary cause of the virus' devastating effects as it destroyed internal tissues. Maya had demonstrated in the lab that she could prevent such a catastrophe from taking place by altering the RNA structure of the Ebola virus itself using angstrobots in such a way that prevented it from transcribing itself into messenger RNA which permitted the virus to multiply to levels that proved to be lethal. 

When the victims arrived, everyone in the lab donned appropriate gear making them appear like a hazmat team -- which they were in many respects. Although she did everything with exact precision and care, the lab was abuzz with frenetic activity. Tests were being completed in multiple laboratories and on every subject while Maya performed her magic using the angstrobot altered test viruses. The altered proteins had been propagated in heaters warmed to 44 degrees Celsius. This environment accelerated viral multiplication and the modified 'cells' were then injected into the victims. Twenty four hours later blood samples were taken and the virus contained within that newly drawn blood analyzed to see what changes had taken place within the virus' host victim. 

It took two weeks of long hard work and the assistance of several hundred others but she found the answer to the problem. 159 sick patients had been flown to Testeekul from Africa. Everyone that arrived was seriously ill from the Ebola virus. Six of the most deathly ill died but 153 recovered fully. Two of the twenty technicians that had gone to retrieve the test subjects developed symptoms during the following two weeks but they recovered when treated with the test vaccine.

Maya had ordered a special party of technicians to fly to Abuja, Niger in the heart of Africa and fill the Boeing 767-200 with as many sick and dying as the airbus could hold. It took only an hour before the jet lifted off runway 29 and returned that same evening. The ill were everywhere and most of those that were boarded were airport employees or homeless that lived at the airport. Hundreds begged to be taken only to be turned away. It was a pathetic and disturbing sight for the Testeekul party to witness as they saw firsthand just how desperate the populous was for someone, anyone, to offer them even a glimmer of hope. 

The pandemic had ravaged Africa, starting on the west coast and spread in all directions to engulf the continent in misery. In some countries such as Liberia, Guinea and Senegal it had killed 80% of the inhabitants. No African country was immune and the disease spread rapidly due to the traditional burial practices that necessitated healthy adults to drain the blood of the dead. The preparatory process almost always resulted in others being exposed to contaminated blood while they prepared the body. In that blood was the Ebola virus which then infected the healthy. Soon after they showed signs of the disease and rapidly became more ill and eventually succumbed to the disease at which time the cycle was repeated as other healthy adults prepared their bodies and later became ill and died. Little did they know that in their desire to show respect and kindness to those who had passed on to the other side that they were sealing their own death fate in the process.

Maya didn't choose Niger for any particular reason other than it happened to be the most recent city to show a spike in its death rate. Dark skinned females and males exited the plane after landing and were directed into the emergency hospital immediately adjacent to the tarmac. Maya and her assistants administered the vaccine within the hour and monitored every patient. Most stopped hemorrhaging within the day and 90% stated they felt dramatic improvement in strength within 48 hours. The few that died were too weak to even walk and Maya was not surprised in their outcome. 

Believing that she had indeed found a way to combat the virus she decided it was time. Maya personally returned to Niger with over a hundred from the lab and a cargo hold busting at the seams with medical gear. They spent the next week injecting over 400,000 with the vaccine. 

Within a few days word reached mainstream media in Europe, Asia and the US when news of miraculous healing took place. Word of the sudden resurgence of health became viral as cell calls, TV reports, blogs and every other form of media confirmed what no one thought would ever happen. Governments responded as expected and within a week millions upon millions of the vaccine doses had been ordered by every country. With a cure for the Ebola epidemic that had wiped out millions of Africans and anywhere from 1-25% of the population elsewhere, fear drove the requests. The Testeekul lab willingly filled the orders. The virus ravaged young and old, rich and poor, white and black. In the United States, 300,000 died in the past month. In China over 6,000,000 had been buried during that same period. It was Africa that took the brunt of the disease. Over half of all those living on the continent last year at this time were now dead. 

Prior to this news, it appeared that the world as everyone knew it would end. Industries had been shut down. Small businesses closed their doors. Educational institutions closed and people feared leaving home unless absolutely necessary. Soon food shortages were common due to the shutdown of commercial transportation and those that dared to purchase or steal often did so at their own peril knowing they would come in contact with others who might already be ill. Governments were at a complete loss as no one knew how to turn the tide of death. 

When news of the vaccine became known there was not a government that didn't offer exorbitant payments to receive one of the first shipments. The Astrobotic lab processed orders as they were received, regardless of the outside pressures exerted and sold the drug at a fair price to all. It took over two months to meet the demands of the 195 countries that placed orders despite the lab working round the clock.

The vaccine was administered by clinics, hospitals and pharmacies everywhere. In more rural areas individuals injected the vaccines on the fly. In some areas the local midwife, tribal chief or medicine man gave the needed injections. Within a week of being vaccinated those that were near death recovered; almost no new cases of Ebola were found. Only the elderly that were seriously ill before being vaccinated didn't tended not to recover. The virus had been stopped! The world had been saved from human extinction and Testeekal had become the savior to the world. 

Maya, the latest appointee onto the Council, and the other females were pleased beyond description not only with the success of the vaccine but equally so with the overwhelming response for it both as a curative agent as well as a prophylactic deterrent. The vaccine worked far better than any had hoped but something else happened that was even more profound. Tensions between Israel and Palestine resolved within months of receiving the vaccine. Fighting on the Pakistan-Afghanistan border stopped. Even Kim Jong Un reached out to its neighbor to the south and soon after stepped down only to be succeeded by a woman, Wynmi Ling who dismantled the military and used the millions spent on weapons to feed her starving nation. News reports surfaced of drug cartels being dismantled in Central and South America. All of this had happened within a years' time. All of it! Even more significant was what was happening at the polling booths, in homes, and in the corporate world. Yes, violence was on an unexplainable decline, but even more puzzling was the unparalleled rise in females assuming leadership positions. The percentage of females taking leadership roles could not be explained nor was there much opposition to this aberration. Chase, Ford, IBM, Chevron, Sony, Hyundai, Google, Yale, UCLA, Google, Sinopec, Baosteel and hundreds more soon looked to the females for guidance as they now ran these conglomerates as newly appointed CEO's. 

In homes females assumed leadership roles not only in the western world but also in Asia and the Middle East. The role reversal was unprecedented, unexplainable and seamless but there was no question that this was related in some way to the Ebola vaccine. Studies in universities throughout the world began examining the paradigm shift in which matriarchy replaced patriarchy almost overnight. In the States, Robert Beamer the overwhelming favorite to represent the Democratic Party in the upcoming election found himself in a losing battle to newcomer Debra Miller. Similar events were taking place in Germany, Egypt, Brazil and Libya. The rise in females to positions of power was unrivalled and even freakish. But to the seven members of the Wise the changes were all but unexpected. For them, it was more of a fascination to see in others what they never realized was happening to their own bodies and their own perception of reality only twenty years previous.

As the changes took place and men by the millions yielded to women both in the home and out, the world realized this behavioral change had its origins in the vaccination that had saved them. The UN sent a delegation to Testeekul demanding answers but was turned away. World powers threatened to attack but their threats were just that. The Council met and agreed to address these concerns and chose to serve as the spokesperson. Reporters were invited and on the evening of March 3 at 8 PM, the world paused to listen.

Maya chose the front steps of the City Council Building and the City set up a communications center for foreign media. Testeekul would broadcast the speech although nations were free to edit, translate and rebroadcast as they deemed necessary. Inside sat the other six members of the Council. All were accompanied by their males, including Mistress Vasilisa who had recently acquired a highly desirable subject. The six sat mostly naked as their males attended to them using whatever means satisfied their fancy. Mistress Vasilisa had just returned from the stairway leading to the second floor. She had enjoyed several minutes of oral servitude standing on the steps with her males eagerly pleasing her while on his knees. Outside Maya readied herself. She was dressed tastefully in a black cocktail dress and looked as shapely and beautiful as ever as she waited for the signal to speak to the world.

"Females and males I welcome you to our beautiful city. Today marks the first time we have broadcast to the greater world from inside the confines of our city proper. I have been asked to speak to you because I served as the driving force for the creation of the Ebola vaccine as well as the other changes that has sparked your curiosity. Many of you are wondering what has happened to you; why there has been so much change in government and corporate leadership; why relationships with your spouse, friends and coworkers have significantly changed and why it is that you think, feel and act as you do. I am here to answer those questions to the best of my ability. After I finish I will take questions with the goal of making sure that you are all clear as to both what happened as well as why."

"Last year you willingly received a vaccine as a protection from the deadly Ebola virus that killed millions. Millions of you begged to be vaccinated because you were already ill and some of you were near death's door and would have died without the vaccine's curative power. Your presence here now is indication that your life has been spared. The vaccine worked. If you remember back to the day you were injected the administrator gave you a paper to read. In some cases they read the statement for you. We here at Testeekul only provided countries with vaccines with the understanding and promise that a statement would be read prior to the administering of the shot. That statement explained that the vaccine you were about to take was more than just a saline solution containing Ebola immunity substances. That statement informed you that it also contained other substances that had the power to alter both your physical state as well as your mental function. Permitting the needle to penetrate your skin was verification of your acceptance of those risks. This was not a vaccine that you were required to take. As the primary researcher for both the vaccine as well as the other substances contained in the saline substrate I wanted you to be aware that this was a multipurpose shot you willingly subjected yourself to."

"After the pandemic halted and after many other positive events took place the world became curious as to why these other changes took place. Correctly, many suspected the resulting changes had something to do with the vaccine but were unaware of exactly what. Some research institutions evaluated unused vaccines but found nothing." Maya smiled. "They found nothing because what was added only had a limited life before it too broke down into basic components that proved undetectable even to the microbiologists and chemists. You ask now, what else was in the vaccine? Genetically modified stem cells were added and added for a specific reason."

"As far back as historical documents date, men have dominated women. Men have abused women. Men have taken advantage of women. Men have used women as objects of pleasure by fucking them, raping them, molesting them and abusing them physically, emotionally and psychologically."

As Maya spoke in her native Russian tongue, over 300 interpreters translated her speech. Over a billion listened. The interest in this short statement drew more curiosity and concern than speeches by Hitler, Churchill, FDR or Kennedy had, largely because of the advancements of the telecommunications industry but even events like the Super Bowl drew but a fraction compared to the numbers tuning in tonight. 

Maya continued, "Twenty two years ago my parents created the city of Testeekul. It was a dream for my father to unify a lifestyle similar to how San Francisco united the gay community. As fate would have it, he met and married a brilliant geneticist, my mother who had discovered aspects of genetic modification unknown at the time. It was my father's financial wealth, my mother's scientific brilliance and their mutual desire to create a city free from the patriarchal values that have plagued our world since man first set foot on land that led them to form a modern day Camelot. Testeekul has remained a closed city since its inception because they wanted to prevent your world and your values that have repeatedly failed from negatively impacting their values. In our city there has not been one murder or one rape. Not in twenty two years as such an atrocity taken place. In our society men and women have lived in harmony and have done so because females have reigned supreme. However, females, as we refer to one another, have not abused our males. Our males have not rebelled. They have not left. They have not grown up knowing they will live an unfulfilled life. Rather, they have lived at peace with one another and with the female with whom they are bound. Although Testeekul has been closed to you it has never been closed to us. There has always been a one-way policy with all residents 18 years and older. Our policy has stated that if you wish to leave you may do so but you may not return. None, I repeat, no one in twenty two years has ever made that choice. They have remained because they love life within the confines of your district. Our males find fulfillment by serving females. They find fulfillment by being productive. We do not have unemployment. We do not have a welfare system. We do not enable others to live off the backs of others that work. Rather, we have devised a system that works for us. We value the aged. We take care of them. We support them. We care for them. We cherish our young. We value education of our youth. We teach respect, love, honor and adoration for one another. Females bear the responsibility of governing city, home and family. Males understand that their role is supporting and pleasuring the female who is their superior. It is a beautiful society and I am sure that you are identifying with my remarks as it has been almost a year since change has begun in you."

"To those of you that have gotten the Ebola vaccine you know that you are not the same person you were before that injection. Females your bodies are changing. You are more beautiful than you were before. Males, your bodies are changing as well too. I have removed he genes that promote obesity, diabetes, alcoholism and addictions. I have modified genes that promote brain, organ, and physical health. If you have not seen such results you will shortly. But more importantly I have altered brain chemicals that govern thought processes. You think differently now than before and this has been evidenced in the sudden rise in females taking leadership roles in all aspects of our world -- in government, at work and at home. The change has been seamless because not only have females moved willingly into these leadership positions but males have stepped down on their own volition. There has not been one instance of a forced take over. Your society is slowly becoming like our society. Matriarchy is replacing patriarchy. Peace is replacing war. Love and respect are replacing hatred and selfishness."

"I could go on and on but you can see the changes without me telling you what they are. None of what you have seen has harmed you. Nothing that not valued has diminished. Rather humankind is learning to live in harmony with one another rather than in competition. Women have finally been provided the opportunity to demonstrate all of their god-given gifts and men are able to serve as protectors to the superior sex as they were created to do so before the fall of man."

"The changes I have caused are permanent as far as I am aware. Not only have the cells in your present body been changed but your very DNA has been modified. As a result, the traits you received when you received the vaccination will be transmitted to your children through your egg or sperm. I want to make this very clear. My intention was to create a world in which females would rule males in love and peace. My intention was to create a world in which males would willingly serve females, acknowledging them as their superior and receiving joy by doing so. My intention was to change society for the better. My intention was to spread the beauty of Testeekul to the world. My intentions have worked as far as I can tell and I will continue to refine the genetic advancements my mother has made to best serve humankind. Thank you. I will now take questions for the next 60 minutes or so."