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Jack Eckwen checked his clipboard as he badged into the living quarters of the A&E testing center. He was a tall man with a meticulously trimmed goatee and he kept his dark hair short. His white lab coat was spotless and as the door opened, he pushed the black rimmed glasses that sat upon his nose back up to his eyes.
“Hello Mr. Eckwen,” said the facility guard on the other side of the door. The guard was just a touch overweight but had one of those teddy bear typefaces underneath a walrus mustache. His name plate said “George.”
“Good morning,” Eckwen said perfunctionaly. “I need a test subject. Are they tractable right now?”
George laughed and smiled. “Absolutely. They even had a group orgy about an hour and a half ago. Lot’s of happy young ladies in there. Anyone you want in particular?”
Eckwen shook his head. “No specifically. I just need one well endowed.”
“Plenty of those,” George said. “Go make your selection and I’ll tag her.
Eckwen lowered his voice. “Actually, she won’t need a tag,” he said simply.
George’s eyes widened. “Oh. One of those?”
Eckwen shrugged. “It’s the way things are.”
“Right. Well, best of luck then.”
The guard’s comment unsettled Eckwen, who finally just uttered a quick “thank you” and continued past the guard’s desk. The test subject living quarters was a single, large circular room with over a hundred beds lined up against the walls. The place was crammed with naked girls, all between the ages of eighteen and twenty, with every possible hair color and practically every acceptable body shape. Some of the girls were tall, some petite, all of them healthy, well formed, and luscious. Definitely Grade A were any of them ever to be allowed outside the facility. Eckwen scanned the room, looking for the perfect girl. It only took him a minute to find her. He didn’t care about her hair color, or the shape of her hips, though those were both appealing. It was her chest that attracted Eckwen, the massive globes of soft tissue hanging right there was what he needed. Their eyes met and she looked away, almost as if she might bolt, though where she could go he had no idea. He moved toward her and she waited until he stepped right up to her.
“Number?” he asked, holding up his clipboard.
“Three two seven eight nine nine,” she answered easily enough. All of the test subjects were required to know their number. He found the corresponding entry on the sheet and looked over her stats. Everything looked good, especially since she hadn’t been exposed to anything too serious during her stay. He looked up at her and smiled.
“Hands behind your head, please.”
She obeyed instantly and he reached up to squeeze her right breast. It was soft and well formed, easily bordering between C and D sized cups. The nipple was the size of a plum and to his delight, hardened in his palm.
“Yes. I think you’ll do nicely. Please come with me, three two seven eight nine nine.” He turned to head back to the guard’s desk when the girl coughed once to get his attention. He looked back, surprised to find she hadn’t moved.
“Marci,” she replied sternly.
Eckwen blinked. “Excuse me?” he asked, unaccustomed to one of the test girls even having the gumption to speak to him, much less refuse to follow an order.
“My name is Marci,” she said simply.
“Marci,” he repeated back, still too stunned.
“That’s correct,” she said, stepping up to him, only to slip her hand through his arm, turning Eckwen toward George’s desk. “I presume you need me to help test something?”
“Uh…” Eckwen stammered. “Yes. Uh. Yeah. When did they start naming you?” he asked, feeling flustered and wanting to regain control.
Marci rolled her eyes. “We all have names. It’s the facility that gives us numbers. Do you have a name?” She asked.
“Eckwen, Jack Eckwen,” he replied. “Systems Design,” he added.
She smiled. “Jack. I like that name.” They approached George’s desk and she pulled Eckwen to a stop.
“Got to sign me out and get a tag,” she told the guard.
George looked up at Eckwen. “Ah, you picked Marci, huh? She’s a good…” he paused, almost embarrassed. “Girl,” he finished.
Marci laughed and put her lips to Eckwen’s ear. “He likes it when I bounce!” she whispered. The tone of her voice made it very clear what kind of bouncing she meant and Eckwen turned a bit crimson.
“Okay, I’ve got her signed out,” George said a moment later. Marci reached out her left hand but George didn’t take it. “Sorry Marci, but you don’t need a tag this time.” He said it brightly, as if it were a prize.
Marci blinked, drawing her hand back, her eyes turning to look at Eckwen with wide-eyed astonishment. “Really? I’m done after this?” she stammered.
George beamed at her. “Absolutely girl. Congratulations.”
She looked back out at the assembled girls. “But… I wanted to say goodbye!”
George shrugged, but then Eckwen nodded. “I can wait. Go ahead.”
Marci gave him a cry of joy and with tears in her eyes ran back into the room. Seconds later there was shouting and a mass of naked bodies joined together in a massive hug.
“That was decent of you, Mr. Eckwen. Almost seems sad, doesn’t it?” remarked George quietly, on the side toward Eckwen.
“What does?” Eckwen asked.
“That they don’t know. They think they’re moving on. Graduating. It’s almost legendary. They don’t know,” he said sadly.
Eckwen looked at George curiously. “They’re just test girls. That’s the point.” He clearly didn’t understand.
George nodded. “I know. And they know they’re test girls. But seventy percent of the tests A&E runs have no serious effects and they come right back here, none the worse for wear, except for the rare chemical burn.”
Eckwen shrugged. “Eventually one of the terminal tests comes up and when it’s done they’re processed. Why is this hidden from them?”
George gave him a screwy look. “To reduce panic and prevent uprisings? These girls weren’t raised from infancy to be meat girls. They’re test subjects only. Granted, all of them would be grade A prime if they were to be in the general populace, but considering what you science types have done to them, there is no way I’d munch on one.”
Eckwen nodded, then couldn’t help asking, “Just bounce?”
George blushed. “Well, they’re still good fucks.” Eckwen considered the idea. He knew a lot of the technicians and designers used the test girls for sexual release, but Eckwen had always thought the idea rather repugnant. Considering what these girls were exposed to, the last thing he wanted to do was repeatedly expose his genitals to something that might make them rot off.
Suddenly Marci appeared again, her face flushed, eyes bright. “Okay! I’m ready,” she said.
George nodded and Eckwen motioned her to step up to the door. Together, with a cheering mob behind them, they walked out of the holding and into the hall. As soon as the pressurized seal hissed behind them, the noise seemed to cease. Marci put her arm through Eckwen’s and allowed him to guide her along the carpeted corridor.
“So what am I testing today? Cosmetics? Cleaning supplies? Food? I like it when I test food!” she exclaimed happily. Eckwen only had the vaguest idea of what she was talking about. His specialty was in other areas. Cosmetic testing undoubtedly were trying out new chemical formulations, trying to find cosmetics that would taste good after cooking but didn’t harm the girl’s skin. The fact that three two seven eight nine nine… Marci… had come out with flawless skin merely meant that the first batch she had tested met the prerequisite requirements. Cleaning supply testing was similar, meant to see if more work could be gotten out of the meat girl without worrying about meat contamination. He’d even seen it done once, though not to Marci. The cleaning agents had been applied to the test subject’s breasts and sex and she was ordered to polish a chair and table. And the taste testing? How to provide better flavor. Simple as that. Unfortunately for Marci, Eckwen’s testing field was in kitchen equipment design.
Eckwen didn’t respond to her questions and she finally went quite, sensing that something wasn’t quite right. He marched her to his lab and as soon as they entered he produced a pair of heavy wrist binders and began cuffing her. In moments her hands were tightly bound behind her back.
“Wow. Bondage? Really?” she asked with a grin. “You like it kinky?” she asked.
Eckwen gave her a wan smile and then pulled her across the lab toward what resembled an old fashioned school desk. The seat sported two thick dildos, obviously meant for double impalement, while the desk portion was actually a stainless steel box. The box itself was three feet wide and at least a foot and a half deep, sporting two grapefruit sized, rubber lined holes.
“Wow. What is that?” Marci asked curiously, her eyes lingering on the phallic probes.
Eckwen smiled. “Let me get some lubrication oil for you,” he said.
“Do my breasts go in there?” she asked as he grabbed a small bottle of A&E’s patented cooking sex oil. He bent down and poured liberal amounts on both dildos and then straightened back up.
Marci grinned. “Want a blowjob first?” she asked.
Eckwen blinked. “Excuse me?”
She laughed. “Most of the scientists I’ve worked with fucked me first, or at least wanted a blowjob. Don’t you?”
Eckwen frowned, the idea of sticking his genitals in the girl still just a tad bit disturbing. He wasn’t quite as open-minded as George the Security Guard. The fact that George was carnally familiar with her and hadn’t had his dick fall off didn’t mean much to Eckwen, and he shook his head. “Please, sit down,” he told her.
Marci shrugged and stepped into the contraption, positioning herself over the seat. She lowered herself down steadily, her hips swinging as the lubricant wet her petals. A moment later she was working herself up and down on the probes, enjoying the sensation as both her slit and bottom were filled. Once she was all the way down Eckwen pulled out the straps and began buckling her in.
“Oh, I have to be strapped in? Too bad. I was enjoying the up and down movement,” Marci protested with a wink.
Eckwen tightened the straps. “They will vibrate in a moment as we start the test of the machine. Please put your breasts into the receivers.”
Marci looked at the rubber lined holes. “Receivers? Weird thing to call them. So what’s this thing supposed to do?” She asked as she leaned forward, pushing her large breasts into the holes. “Massage my tits?”
Eckwen brought another strap forward and pulled it around her. The new restraint made it impossible for Marci to pull back.
“Something like that,” he said.
As soon as Marci was in place, he went to his small computer and typed in a few commands. Marci let out a pleasurable groan and it became apparent from the movements of her buttocks that both the anal and vaginal probes were sending waves of exotic vibrations through her loins.
“Feel good?” Eckwen asked.
“Oh god yes,” Marci whimpered in delight. “Why can’t we have one of these in the main room?”
Eckwen smiled. He then checked the two video cameras positioned around the device and then hit the record button.
“Test twenty seven of the Industrial Breast Tenderizer,” he announced. “Subject three two seven eight nine nine as tester. Jack Eckwen, designer.” Then he pressed a large red button on the back of the machine.
There was a hissing sound and Marci gasped. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed, her eyes widening. “It’s so tight! It’s like it’s sucking my entire…” her voice trailed off as she let out a low moan, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head. “My nipple! Oh wow!”
Eckwen picked up the small microphone. “Stage one: sucking and cleaning. The subject’s breasts are secured via vacuum and placed under pressure. A cool saline bath is injected into the chamber, directly at the nipples, for exfoliation. An anti-bacterial foam coats the breasts, followed by a warm rinse with hard water.”
Marci let out a moan of pleasure as she felt the described actions. The cool spray against her nipples was replaced by this tingling foam that covered both breasts completely. Her bosom pulsed as the pressure was varied, almost as if fingers were kneading her flesh. Then a warm rinse soaked her tits, leaving her breathless. It was an incredible sensation, and combined with what was going on between her legs, marvelous.
“Stage two, connective tissue breakdown,” intoned Eckwen. “Now that cleansing is complete, the breasts are subjected to a light particle field of ions to begin tissue breakdown.”
Marci gasped. “Holy fuck! What the hell is that?” she demanded. “It feels… it feels like I’ve got goose bumps and someone is tickling me! Except I’m not ticklish there!” She began twitching, pulling at her bonds. She began giggling, writhing under the field.
“Subject’s nipples should harden under the ion field and she should be experiencing a tingling sensation, followed by temperature fluctuations.”
Marci let out a gasp. “It’s getting… warmer. Almost hot!” A few small beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead. Eckwen watched with intense satisfaction, his eyes lingering upon her buttocks as she continued to tighten and relax around the anal and vaginal probes.
“As the ion field intensifies it begins to warm, heating the water molecules within the subject’s flesh,” Eckwen stated.
“Oh! Oh! Please! Stop! It feels like you’re cooking me!” Marci suddenly cried out. She struggled against the bonds, the entire machine shaking with her antics. Then suddenly she froze. “It stopped!” she exclaimed. She glanced up at Eckwen. “What is this? What are you doing to me?” she demanded.
“Stage three: tenderization.” Eckwen’s voice droned on. “The perforation plate moves forward while four thousand nanocarbon pins emerge from the antiseptic saline bath to begin the tenderization process.”
“What? Pins?” gasped Marci, only to cry out a half second later. “Owww!” she screamed.
“Inside the casing the perforation plates, each covered with two thousand nanocarbon pins, are pushed into the subject’s breasts, not only flattening them, but perforating the epidermis to a depth of four centimeters. The nanocarbon pins are narrow enough to prevent bleeding and of such strength that they are practically unbreakable. “
Marci let out a sob, even though her loins were still jerking back and forth. “Please,” she whimpered. “I thought… this is… it hurts!” she wailed. There was a cranking sound and then she let out a moan of relief even as fresh tears slipped down her cheeks.
“Visually, the subject’s breasts will look perfect, with no imperfections or marring. However the interior cellular structure has been destroyed. Further tenderization options are available if appearance is not as high a priority as texture. This test options those further methods of tenderization. Option 1 is the air punch.”
“Air punch? What is an…” suddenly Marci groaned. Her eyes closed and she clenched her teeth as a loud hissing sound escaped from the box her breasts were caught and bound in.
“The air punch,” Eckwen continued, “is simply a high pressure air stream that is directed in random patterns across both target areas, flattening tissue and simulating deep tissue massage. This does cause minor bruising if the breasts are not prepared within a reasonable time span. “
Marci whimpered again. “The air… it’s so cold!”
“Compressed air always is,” Eckwen said off to the side. “Bear with it for just a moment. The air punch tenderization process only take two or three minutes.”
Marci gritted her teeth and Eckwen went back to his computer, typing another command. Marci let out a gasp. “The vibrators!” she exclaimed.
Eckwen nodded. “I know. I turned them up.”
A moment later the hissing noise stopped and Eckwen went back to his commentary. “Option three is the electrical tenderizer. Two steel probes are placed at both sides of each breast and current is applied to cross the nipple.”
Marci let out a whine. “I can feel them! The metal! This is going to shock me? How bad? Will it hurt?” she begged, tears filling her eyes. She glanced up at Eckwen, who just stared at her until she stiffened, a sharp cry coming from her throat. “Oh! It hurts!” she exclaimed as another jolt jarred her. Her breathing quickened and she couldn’t control the rhythmic jerking of her body as the electricity crossed her breasts, gently frying each nipple with current. Her sex and ass tightened on the vibrators until she could barely hold still, bouncing up and down as much as her bound boobs would allow.
“The electrical current causes the muscles just under her skin to contract and release in time with the shocks, forcing her nipples to tighten and relax repeatedly, working the points into delicacy,” Eckwen explained for the video recording. “The preparer can also adjust the duration and power of the current and can even pre-cook the nipples if desired. We will not be testing this function.”
“Thank God!” Marci sobbed. Her entire body was now covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, making her glisten. Eckwen took another long look at Marci’s bottom.
“Tenderizing options are complete. Moving onto Stage 4.”
“Please! No more! No more stages! Let me go! I can’t take it!” burst Marci.
“Stage four allows the preparer to inject a marinade into the subject to maximize flavor. Using larger nanocarbon tubes, the needles penetrate to a depth of two centimeters and deliver controlled amounts of fluid from the marinade chamber. For the purpose of this demonstration and test, we will be using a basic lemon-citrus herb marinade.”
Marci whined but then screamed as the needles, hundreds of them, suddenly dug into both tits. “Oh my God! Please! Stop! It hurts!” she yelled.
“That’s nothing,” Eckwen said, his tone flat. “Just wait till you feel the marinade.”
Just then Marci felt the fluid being injected into her boobs. Her nipples both had needles piercing them, the lemon-citrus marinade seeping into her body. Instantly her breasts swelled, the pain almost enough to render her unconscious. She grit her teeth, sobbing hysterically as the lemon burn hit her like a brick. She sucked in a lungful of air, her body going through the motions as her brain began to shut down, too wrapped up in the agony to be able to think straight.
“There is also the option of the preparer wishing to inject a sauce or cream into the center of the subject’s breasts. A large scale injection needle can be used to insert thick or syrupy substances. The perforation point is the nipple in order to conceal the injection mark. For the purposes of this demonstration we will be injecting a lemon based Bavarian cream.”
“NOOoooooo!” screamed Marci. She let out a wild cry as her eyes widened in shock. “The needles! Not my nipples! Please! No! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! IT’s inhumane!” she cried out, jerking frantically. She let out a sharp moan, her eyes fluttering.
“Stage four is complete and the preparer is now given the option of repeating any of the previous stages. At this point, the subject will remain in the tenderizer until she achieves orgasm. The vibrators will be turned up to full power and upon orgasmic release, the automatic cutters will activate and the finished product will be presented.”
Marci let out a moan, her hips once more churning on the dildos. Eckwen watched as the girl rode the phallic seat with gusto, for some reason unable to understand the true nature of her predicament.
“Please,” Marci begged, her voice filled with a half-sob. “Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting me? What’s the point?” she begged. “Are you going to eat me?” she sobbed in horror.
Eckwen gave her a sympathetic look. “Of course not. You’re a test subject, not a meat girl. But now that you’ve proved my design works properly, thousands of girls will be put in the exact same position as you for meal preparation.”
Marci began screaming again, her entire body trembling as she was unable to stop the orgasmic climax. She threw her head back, hips pumping wildly as the first knife sliced into the base of her breast, cutting in a fast circle even as her pussy convulsed in ecstasy. A gurgling sound came from the machine.
“The tenderizer begins sucking away the excess fluids, preparing the subject for further processing or disposal. The finished product can be removed from the back of the tenderizer,” Eckwen said. He moved around to the back of the machine and opened a small metal door. He reached in and pulled out a metal tray. Perfectly displayed were Marci’s breasts, nipples pointing up and still pointed. The flesh was bright pink and sported tiny red marks across the flesh, the only visible sign of the nanocarbon needles. Eckwen lifted the plate up and then brought it around the machine, making sure that video camera caught a decent frame of the finished product. He turned to Marci, who sobbed at the front of the tenderizer. “Do you want to see?” he asked, holding the plate full of her breasts forward. She took one quick look and the cried out in terror.
“You monster!” she whispered, the pain of the cutting still fresh in her eyes, though Eckwen could tell that she would lose consciousness soon, just due to blood loss. He turned and moved to the far end of the lab were a metal gurney stood against the wall. He brought it back over to the tenderizer machine and Marci’s strapped body. She was still conscious, but only barely and her cries had become incoherent whimpers as he uncuffed her, then unstrapped her. As he pulled her back from the machine a trickle of blood spilled down from her chest, the wounds where the two missing breasts had been cut away from her red and pulsing. He picked her up, pulling her off the dildos, and dumped her on the gurney, face down so he wouldn’t have to look at the ruined scarlet of her chest. She tried to roll, but was clearly in shock. He pulled the gurney straps over and around her, tightening the leather around her waist.
Jack Eckwen blinked. The sight of her like that, on the gurney, her plump bottom in the air – it aroused him. He felt shocked, the thick meat of his cock now pushing almost painfully against his trousers, caught at an awkward angle. He adjusted himself, but realized in seconds that it wasn’t enough. He glanced around, feeling embarrassed. But the idea of her like that was almost too much for him. Finally he opened his trousers, and climbing up onto the table, began the process of inserting his cock into her well lubricated ass.
Marci groaned as Eckwen slipped his dick into her, pumping against her body. She wasn’t even capable of rational thought, much less reaction. Not that he cared. Instead he reveled in the feel of his hips pushing against her well rounded and incredibly soft bottom. Groaning, he remembered her cries as the tenderizer pushed thousands of nanocarbon needles into her breasts and it was the image of her face, seared into his memory that brought him to climax.
He pulled out of her, leaving a trail of white cream dripping down from her bottom, and buttoned up his trousers. Pushing the gurney, he moved Marci down the hall until he reached the disposal room. There was another guard stationed there and the man stood up, eyeing the now unconscious woman on the gurney.
“All done with this one?” the guard asked, picking up a tablet computer.
Eckwen nodded. “Yes. The test was successful. Thank you.”
The guard grunted. “All right. Just got a little paperwork to complete. Got to make sure she isn’t contaminated with anything before we process her.”
Eckwen nodded. “I understand.”
“Good,” the guard said, smiling. “What’s her number?”
“Three two seven eight nine nine,” replied Eckwen. He put his hand on the girl’s calf, his thumb tracing a line across the taut and silken flesh. The guard wrote everything down and then nodded his approval.
“We can process her. She wasn’t exposed to anything that might be a problem. You can move three two seven eight nine nine into the chamber,” the guard told Eckwen.
Eckwen nodded. A steel door on the opposite side of the guard slid open, exposing a small, coffin sized room filled with nozzles. The bed of the gurney literally came up off the wheels and truck and slid into the chamber. The guard nodded and as her feet cleared the edge of the door and she was fully in, the guard pressed a few buttons, sealing the little chamber back up.
Eckwen felt a strange sensation in his chest and for half a moment he almost told the guard to stop. A red light flashed momentarily and there was a rushing roar. Eckwen thought he heard a scream escape from the other side of the door, but then there was silence. The red light went off and the guard nodded in satisfaction.
“Well, that takes care of the three two seven eight nine nine,” the man said, looking at Eckwen, wondering about the strange expression on the technician’s face. There was an odd look of compassion there, of disappointment. Finally Eckwen shook his head and looked at the guard.
“No. Not three two seven eight nine nine,” Eckwen said. “Marci. Her name was Marci.” Then he turned and left. He had a report to write. His tenderizer worked perfectly.