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Synopsis: Sarah gets a tour of a special facility.
The facility

Sarah wondered how the group could afford a place like this uptown. It was her
Master’s wish that she’d go there. She knew it was a big step. The group never
wasted time with small time business. She knew it was a modifying facility, so
she was sure she’d leave considerably changed. But she didn’t know what those
people were capable of. She heard rumours, other slaves talking about it but
she never knew how much of that was actually true. As she rode up in the
elevator her heart was pounding. She did it for her Master she told herself but
her cunt knew better.

As the doors opened she stood in a clean white hallway. Across the elevator
there was a desk. Behind it sat a breathtakingly beautiful redhead, sitting
gracefully and sending her a smile. As Sarah walked up to her she noticed the
redhead didn’t have arms. It looked like she was born without, even more it
looked like her body was never intended to have some. Yet Sarah felt the lump
in her throat thinking that the redhead was indeed a creation of the group. The
redhead stood up gracefully, walked up to her on long, slender legs and asked
Sarah to follow her. She could see the redhead’s obscenely long, strawberry red
tongue. At a frosted glass door next to the desk the redhead bowed and touched
the sensor with her tongue, moaning softly. The door slid open and the redhead
walked in with Sarah in her wake.

The facility was an endless maze of glass booths, yet Sarah could hardly see
anything since there was a small barrier of plants to block the sight. Sarah
saw a woman in a lab coat walk up to her. The woman shook her hand.

    * you’re Sarah, I suppose. I’m Dr. Grace. I know you’re probably wondering
      what lies ahead of you and what we can do. So I thought it would be best
      if I just show you around and show some our “exhibits”.

Sarah just nodded quietly as Dr. Grace walked up to the redhead and gently
stroked her face.

    * Even though she’s not really an exhibit, I consider this beauty to be
      one. We took her arms right off and prolonged her tongue. But we do not
      only engage in physical modifications. We do mental make-overs too. This
      one lives to serve, she was compliant before alright, but now she enjoys
      serving the group as a secretary like others enjoy a sensual massage. It
      was easy to break what little personality she had. Now she’s creaming her
      cunt just taking care of the business mail. But we thought it would have
      been mean not to grant her any pleasure for her spare time.

Dr. Grace began to stroke the redhead’s lips. The redhead in return opened her
mouth and presented her tongue, moaning as Dr. Grace started to stroke her
tongue.

    * Even though she is horny all the time the only way for her to cum is by
      stimulating her tongue. It was rendered to be her most sensitive
      erogenous zone. She craves and needs to be stimulated. Even a trace of
      sperm or cunt juice would make her cum on the spot. If you’ll allow me.

Sarah didn’t even have time to protest as Dr. Grace slid her finger down her
cunt and dipped it in briefly.

    * Oh my, you are wet already, that shall be easy to accomplish.

She held up her finger that was wet from Sarah’s juices. The redhead moaned in
anticipation. Slowly Dr. Grace put her finger on the redhead’s tongue and
smeared Sarah’s juice on it. Almost instantly the redhead collapsed on the
floor and shivered in what must have been a massive orgasm. Dr. Grace looked
down on her smirking.

    * Isn’t it nice to get such devoted workers? We’ll see if she recovered by
      the time we are finished.

Dr. Grace just stepped over the shaking redhead’s body and started her tour
while Sarah followed behind her.

    * Some of our exhibits are prototypes, some of them are donations, and a
      few of them were never picked up. It is just a fraction of what we can
      do. Like this one for example.

Dr. Grace stopped in front of a glass cubicle. Inside there was a blond girl,
surely no older than 19. Sarah watched in shock as the girl didn’t have limbs
at all. The girl slowly shifted at the sight of Dr. Grace and gave her a
toothless smile.

    * This one was simple. Her Mistress demanded her to be completely helpless.
      So we took off her arms and legs, pulled her teeth and cut her vocal
      cords. Also we modified her tiny little mind to be ever so aroused by
      being helpless. The thought that somebody could do something to her makes
      her so horny that she’d cum on the spot, if I was to go in and make her
      believe I’d use her. Unfortunately her Mistress was disappointed that her
      conditioning worked that well. As it turned out what she really had in
      mind was someone who’d cum being used not before it even happens. She
      returned her and got her money back, well some of it. We did consider it
      to be the Mistress’s mistake not to be precise enough about the
      parameters of the modification. This one does make a nice addition to our
      exhibition though.

She walked on gingerly while Sarah began do feel more and more in a daze. It
was but a few steps before Dr. Grace stopped again. Inside this cubicle there
was another girl, being tied to a strange gyno chair. At the sight of Dr. Grace
and Sarah the girl immediately started to cum. Squirting juice that was
collected in a small bowl beneath her.

    * This little tramp is fun. We collected her off the streets and simply
      modified her mind to see what would happen. Feeling exposed in any way
      will make her cum instantly. That’s why we keep her strapped to one of
      our chair. Every time someone walks by she’d cum on the spot. We tested
      her on the streets too, but we couldn’t let her go back there. She was
      arrested eight times for lucid behaviour, so we keep her here. Come on.

Dr. Grace opened the cubicle and walked in. Sarah followed her and was
assaulted by the heavy odour of cunt juice. The girl looked at her desperately
and flinched with every word Dr. Grace said.

    * Now, ain’t that a slut. Cumming like hell with complete strangers walking
      by?

As soon as she finished her sentence the girl came again hard and another load
of cunt juice just gushed from her cunt into the bowl, which was pretty full by
now. Dr. Grace waited until the orgasm subsided and then replaced the bowl with
a larger, empty one.

    * It is time to “milk” her.

As she turned for the door she simply switched on a small camera that stood in
front of the girl.

    * Say “hello” to the world.

With a primal scream the girl came again. Dr. Grace left the cubicle and closed
the door behind her and Sarah.

    * She knows the camera is sending a live feed of her on the internet. She
      knows she’s exposed to the world now. And she will be unable to stop
      cumming until we eventually turn the camera off.

Dr. Grace walked on.

    * I collected her “discharge” because I need it for another one. But for
      now I want to see this.

It was another girl in another cubicle strapped again to a gyno chair. This one
seems quite relaxed but densed as soon as she saw them. Dr. Grace put down the
bowl and entered the cubicle.

    * This one is one of our prototypes. She was modified years ago; we have by
      now improved our methods. Tell us, why are you here?

The girl looked at Dr. Grace almost hungrily.

    * Because you made me.
    * And what did we do?
    * You gave me the gift to cum from pain alone.

Dr. Grace turned to Sarah.

    * Unfortunately this little one cums now from any pain. We could never let
      her out.

She turned to the girl again.

    * Why is it we could never let you out?
    * Because I’d hurt myself to cum.
    * That’s the problem. The bigger the pain, the bigger the orgasm. We found
      her trying to break her own fingers to cum and worse. So we made a deal.
      She’d stay like this and we’d let her cum routinely. Of course she needs
      to be restrained or else she’d cum all day and thus killing herself in no
      time. Of course she still has ways to make herself cum even now. All she
      does is to flex her muscles so long and hard until they cramp. You just
      aren’t a good girl, are you? All the modification we put into her didn’t
      override her original programming.

As proof Dr. Grace picked up a needle and stuck it into one of the girl’s toes.
With a scream the girl came and Dr. Grace left the cubicle and they went on.

Next there was a cubicle that was divided into four smaller cubicles. There was
a petite woman in each one and each one seemed desperate to open a small hatch
that connected the cubicles with each other.

    * Those are examples of a specialty of ours. These girls are modified to be
      aroused by different body odours. Of course we learned our lesson, so
      their own odours won’t do any good. We have all the possibilities
      combined here. One is virtually addicted to cunt juice, on to the taste
      of another woman’s ass, one to the taste of female sweat and one to the
      particular taste of feet. Each one has a small hatch that connects their
      cubicles together. In order to get their desired taste they have to give
      the other ones their needed taste first. A nice merry-go-round.

One of the girls was licking another one’s feet like there was no tomorrow,
moaning and groaning in what appeared to be an endless wave of orgasms. All of
a sudden a red light flashed and the girl reluctantly retreated.

    * She would go on all day if she could. But she knows that she will only
      get her treat, if she gives hers.

The hatch closed and the girl shifted back to a hatch behind her putting her
ass in it. The girl in the next hatch literally dove towards the girl and began
eating her ass cumming like crazy.

Dr. Grace turned to Sarah.

    * Of course we can combine the tastes or make them addicted to the tastes
      of male equivalents.

She winked at Sarah and went on. In the next cubicle there was a woman in her
mid twenties. This one seems really desperate. There were a lot of well used
sex toys in her cubicle and even now she pounded her pussy with a mean looking
dildo. All the time she looked at Dr. Grace with tears in her eyes.

    * Now she is truly a sad story. She was modified to be horny all the time,
      like you’ve seen before. But her Master required that she should be
      unable to cum unless he gives her permission to do so. Until then her
      need to cum was supposed to build up and make her craving stronger and
      stronger. We did modify her as planned but unfortunately her Master died
      before he could pick her up. Being horny to a degree that would leave her
      unable to lead anything that remotely resembles a real life and yet for
      obvious reasons unable to ever cum again, we kept her out of pity.

The girl grunted and pounded as if her life depended on it, yet tears flowed
down her cheeks. Sarah gulped at the thought of being like her.


To be continued


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