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In seconds one of the mechanical arms of a nearby machine was swung over the copper table. The technician reached up and pulled down a rubber insert, vaguely cock shaped, attached to a clear hose. Robert noticed however that the insert was much thicker and longer than Tasha Edwards’s finger. It came down, still attached inside the arm, and you could tell that the technician had to keep hold of the insert to keep it from snapping back up into the machine. Tasha took the end of the hose with her free hand as the tech oiled it. She pulled it down between Bethany’s legs, even as her hand continued to pump into Beth’s bottom.
The switch was fast and impressive as far as Robert was concerned. One moment it was Tasha’s thin forefinger impaling his daughter’s rump, the next - a much thicker and longer phallus. Tasha didn’t give Bethany a chance to object either. The new insert went in fast and deep, eliciting a frightened cry of pain from Bethany. The teen bucked, squealing, clearly in distress, the ball gag doing little to muzzle the cries of Robert’s daughter. It merely kept her from speaking.
“I know!” Tasha said in a reassuring voice, pushing the anal insert in farther. “Just another inch, sweetheart.” The packaging director ignored the little expressions of pain coming from the girl and then the insert was in, the indented end fitting snugly into the tightened sphincter of the uncomfortable girl. Tasha snapped off her gloves and nodded at the technician. The man turned, pressed a few buttons on the machine and a small electronic hum reached Robert’s ears. Suddenly the tubing that ran from the machine to his daughter’s bum jerked and a clear fluid began moving rapidly down the clear hose. It reached Bethany in seconds and she let out another cry. She began kicking her feet, even though she only had an inch or two of available movement, her toes curling as her body dealt with the enema. Beth’s head lifted up and she looked around, tears filling her eyes as she struggled to deal with the new sensations.
Robert was suddenly distracted by Haft, the man filming, who brought one of the cameras up close to video Bethany’s face. The pained look of distress, the tears, all on a bright, attractive face would definitely appeal to viewers, and the man took great pain to get a number of close-ups along Bethany’s body, from where her breasts were mashed into the copper table, to the delicious looking curve of her oiled rump. He even went down to get the arches of the girl’s feet. One of the techs noticed and smiled.
“She’s got nice feet,” the technician said, turning toward Robert.
Bethany’s father smiled. “Thank you. Are you into feet?” he asked. The tech shrugged.
“Not really. But my sister was sold to a special facility where they cater to that sort of thing. She was only eight at the time I was there when she was picked up. They made her get on all fours and permanently locked her ankles to her thighs so she had to crawl everywhere. Just like a pet girl. It was pretty cool. I went and visited her a few times while she was there. She said it was easy. They got foot massages six times a day, pedicures once a week, but she told me she hated the once a day, mandatory foot tickling sessions.”
Robert barked out a laugh. “Foot tickling sessions? I didn’t know they did that.”
John Stone grinned. “It’s too help to make the girl’s feet so sensitive that they feel everything. A&E usually takes a few of the girls after they’re processed by the foot farm.”
Bethany groaned, kicking again, but everyone ignored her except the technician, who reached under her belly, which was held off the table by the metal hip bar. His hand pushed upward on her slowly distended belly. She let out another loud groan of protest, her bottom twitching.
“How do they do that?” I’ve never seen it before,” Robert asked curious.
The tech shrugged, looking back toward Robert. “I was there when they did my sister. They led her out onto the stage, naked of course, even though they were only interested in her feet. Then they locked her ankles into this metal contraption that sort of looked like a guillotine, except it also had a vibrating dildo on it. See, they didn’t unlock her ankles from her thighs either. That’s the gimmick. Then, while my sister was cumming, out of her mind with the stimulation and bucking against the phallus, they got out a whip and went to work on the soles of her feet.”
Robert’s eyes widened. “Wow. Do the girls ever get punished on their feet? You know, to prepare them?”
The tech shook his head, keeping one eye on Bethany who was groaning and whimpering as more fluid was pumped into her ass. “No, but that’s the point. When they finally go in for tenderizing, they haven’t been on their feet in years. Every touch they’ve had has been soft and fluttering. It’s almost cruel.
“So I guess the whipping is pretty difficult then?” Robert asked.
The tech nodded with this huge grin. “It was amazing though. You should have seen my sister squeal! It must have been like having a hot iron dragged across the skin. The soles of her feet turned red in seconds and after just a minute the little red lines of the whip were clear as day across her soles. Then after the whip they brought out these little leather paddles and went to work on both feet as well, all the time leaving her mounted on the vibrator, letting her cum over and over.”
“How long did it last?”
The tech shrugged. “About two hours before they put on the pressure tourniquets and finished up. After that they packed her in ice and shipped her off.” Suddenly a loud beep sounded from the machine and it turned off. The technician looked up at Tasha and nodded. “She’s done with the first round. Two gallons.”
“That can’t be comfortable,” Robert said with a smile. He leaned over and looked at his daughter’s stomach. It was bulging, distended slightly from the fluids pumped into her bowels.
John Stone nodded. “Normally during an enema like this we would delay the evacuation, but the reality here is that our intention is not to cause distress, but to perform a necessary cleaning function. I know a lot of people prefer to leave a girl who has had an enema with the fluids inside for a time, but that’s not our purpose here.”
Bethany was whimpering, clearly in distress as Tasha stepped back up to the side of the table. She reached under it and brought out a clear plastic board, unfolding it into a shield. This she set up at the back end of the table as Haft moved in with his camera, getting a close-up of Bethany’s bottom. Tasha reached for the insert and deftly pulled it out. Bethany squealed again and as the hose retracted upward into the machine arm, Tasha laid one hand on Beth.
“Go ahead, dear. Expel it.”
A stream of mostly clear water shot out of Bethany’s bottom, striking the plastic shield and splattered down into the copper table. The tall edge now made perfect sense and Robert saw that there were drains at both ends. Clearly there wasn’t much in Bethany that needed cleaning, since the fluid that came out of her seemed only lightly cloudy. It took much less time to drain than he would have thought.
Finally Bethany lay moaning, no longer in distress. A different hose with an actual sprayer was pulled down next and warm water was sluiced over the girl and the table, making sure the last vestiges of the enema were drained away. Finally Tasha let go of the sprayer and picked up the bottle of lubricant.
“Again.”
They went through the process a second time and Bethany was clearly not pleased. Her cries of protest were muted by the ball gag she wore, and when Tasha lubricated Beth’s anus, sticking her finger in deep, the poor teenager thrashed against her bonds, closed fists pounding on the table. The enema insert was deeply pushed into Bethany’s bottom and she was filled a second time.
“So is that just water?” Robert asked, nodding at the tube which was pumping more fluid into his daughter’s bowels.”
Tasha looked over at Bethany’s father. “It’s actually a mixture. Water is a base, but there are a number of other chemicals involved that soften tissues, provide a nutrient bath, and even somewhat anesthetize her anal sphincter.”
Robert blinked. “Really?”
Tasha nodded. “It’s a complicated formula, but was designed by our engineers and only approved after prolonged testing.”
Robert nodded sagely and smiled. “There’s a good question. Testing.”
Stone gave Robert a sly look. “We raise our own test subjects, or buy rejects.”
Beth’s father gave the PR man a skeptical glance. “Not many rejects around, not with all the genetic engineering.”
John Stone shrugged. “Yet, it still happens. Errors in processing, a freak gene, mutations. Those are actually on the rise by the way. We get enough that our testing labs are never short of subjects and to be honest, most of the modeling is done via computer now anyway. Actual animal testing is sort of a wink and a nod to final approval from the Agriculture Department. It cuts down on accidents, that’s for sure.”
Beth let out a wild squeal and Tasha reached under her belly and slapped it firmly a few times. Beth’s abdomen was clearly distended, swollen even, and it moved like gelatin when Tasha struck Beth’s stomach. Beth cried out as Tasha checked the readouts on the machine.
“Just a few more ounces, sweetheart,” she said to Bethany. The machine hummed, then clicked loudly, and Tasha put her hands on Bethany’s bottom. “Okay, here we go. Give me half a second.” With one hand Tasha pulled out the same plastic shield she had used before and set it up between Bethany’s spread knees. With her other hand she pulled out the insert.
“Okay, hold it – hold it. Now. Let it go.”
Robert looked away. Watching his daughter expel the enema fluids was not exactly his cup of tea and he waited until the process was completed and Tasha Edwards was sluicing Bethany down with fresh water before he looked back. The packaging director was handed a soaped scrub brush, thick with stiff bristles, by one of the technicians, and with the water sprayer in one hand and the tool in the other, Tasha began scrubbing the poor girl down, paying special attention to the soft folds and tender bits between her outstretched legs.
In seconds it became abundantly clear that the cleaning process was much more difficult for Bethany to bear than the enema, as her cries and whimpers increased dramatically. Robert especially liked it when Tasha ran the brush through Beth’s petals, right up to her clit, opening up the thick folds and getting right into the soft, pink depths. At one point Robert’s eyes widened as Tasha literally pushed the rounded tip of the brush right into Bethany, fucking the young girl gently as the bristles scoured Beth internally. Finally it was done, leaving Beth sobbing, but still bucking, copious amounts of sexual lubricant leaking from her abraded slit.
The technicians came up and threw a heavy towel over Beth’s body and then began unfastening the manacles that held Robert’s daughter face down and spread open. As they helped the shivering girl up and lifted her free of the table, he could see the red pressure line the middle bar had left across her hips. Beth wasn’t able to stand on her own and one of the techs picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carried her a bit further down the line and set her delicately on a simple plastic table. She was still wrapped in the towel and everyone, including Haft, who was still videotaping with his camera, walked down to follow.
Tasha started by unbuckling the ball gag and removing it from Bethany’s mouth. The poor girl worked her jaw a few times and then gave her father such a sad, terrible look, that Robert went right to her. She burst into tears as he wrapped his arms around her and she shook, sobbing into his shoulder.
“Hush now, girl. I’m here,” Robert said softly, comforting Bethany. “The worst is over.”
One of the technicians made a face and muttered, “Not hardly.” Tasha Edwards glared at the man who shrunk away. After a few moments Bethany was back in control, but she gave Tasha an untrusting glower and flinched back. Tasha sighed.
“We’ll give you a moment while we get the seat ready,” she said sternly to Bethany, who didn’t respond and continued to shudder in the protection of her father’s arms.
As Tasha walked away Bethany looked up at her father. “I don’t want to go to camp,” she whispered.
“Come on, honey. This isn’t camp. This is just about getting you there,” Robert reassured her. “Besides, most girls have enemas on a routine basis. I just haven’t ever had it done to you and your sisters because it wasn’t something I really was interested in.”
Bethany shook her head. “It wasn’t the enema, though that was pretty bad. It was the scrubbing, Daddy.”
“Mr. Sterling?” Tasha said, interrupting. “We’re ready. Please bring her over here.”
Robert turned his head and looked. Tasha and the two technicians were standing at the next table, which was set about knee height on a standing person. Right in the center was a plastic and metal, square shaped frame that had two, padded and curved indentations and looked like a seat. It was about fourteen inches tall. But what attracted his immediate attention was the fact that the tips of two phallic probes jutted out from a pair of holes drilled in the very center of the seat, right between the depressions clearly meant for Bethany’s bottom. He picked up his little girl as she trembled in his arms and carried her over to Tasha.
“Just put her directly down on the seat,” Tasha said quietly. “Normally we wouldn’t allow family during the packaging process. You’d just drop her off.” She shrugged. “I suppose having you here is making it a bit easier.”
“I don’t want to go to camp!” Bethany said again. Robert patted her gently on the back and then began to put her on the seat.
“No!” Suddenly Beth began to struggle in Robert’s arms and he blinked in surprise as he was forced to tighten his arms around her. The towel slid from her body and with damp skin she began to slither from out of her father’s grasp. She dropped to the floor and darted out, only to get snagged by Tasha, who latched out and grabbed the girl’s wrist smoothly. With a twist Tasha dragged the girl back to the table, only to sit down on the low platform and pull Bethany over her lap, face down. Before anyone could object, especially Robert, Tasha let loose with a flurry of sharp, hard spanks, bringing her hand furiously down upon the screaming girl. Beth tried to cover her bottom, but that merely gave Tasha the chance to pinion the girl’s wrists, trapping her even more securely. Beth’s feet kicked wildly.
“This is great! Keep going!” Haft exclaimed, bending down and videotaping Bethany’s face, capturing the tear streaked cheeks as Tasha quickly turned the teenager’s bottom a dark shade of pink. Bethany’s resistance only lasted fifteen strokes before she sagged, her feet no longer swinging. Tasha gave her a few more vicious slaps across both buttocks before finally swinging the girl upright and setting her right down on the metal and plastic seat. Beth sobbed and Robert started to go to her, but John Stone’s hand gripped him by the arm.
“Don’t. It will be better in the long run,” he whispered. “All things considered.”
Robert let out a sigh and nodded.
Neither of the two phallic probes were extended enough to do more than rub at Bethany’s openings. The one positioned at her rear entrance however was just long enough to push against her sphincter and she wriggled slightly as the two technicians bent her legs, folding them in front of her so that she was essentially sitting cross legged, knees up high. Tasha came up with a wire, one end of which she plugged into a waiting jack on the seat, near Bethany’s thigh. She reached between Bethany’s legs, her fingers finding the poor girl’s clit, rubbing it as Robert’s daughter whimpered.
“Come on. You can handle this. You want it,” Tasha whispered. Robert moved a bit closer and saw that the end of the wire was actually a clamp, though it looked light weight.
“Are you about to clamp her clit?” he asked incredulously.
Tasha nodded. “Yes. It’s part of the packaging special.” Suddenly Bethany moaned, her hips rotating slightly and Tasha let out a quiet exclamation of success. Beth let out a soft cry, her eyes opening wide, only to try to bring a hand down between her legs. Tasha caught it. “Oh no, girl. That stays on. Does it hurt?”
Bethany whimpered, but then suddenly shook her head. “No. It’s just tight. It’s…” her voice trailed off. “Oh. Oh my God!” She gasped in clear pleasure.
Tasha grinned and looked up at one of the technicians, who was tapping something on his tablet computer. “There we go, Beth. That feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“What’s going on?” Robert asked, bewildered at the sudden change in his daughter’s expression.
The tech answered. “I’m stimulating her clit right now with small electrical shocks. Non-painful of course.”
Tasha grinned and then was handed two more of the same kind of wires. These were plugged into the seat as well, but this time stretched up to Bethany’s breasts. Tasha pinched open both light clamps and settled them directly on Beth’s nipples, slightly behind the turgid tips. Almost immediately the girl groaned again, this time clearly feeling the electrical stimulation at the tip of her breasts as well.
“I think we can set the vaginal phallus now,” Tasha said to the tech holding the computer. He nodded and Robert watched curiously as the man tapped a few commands into his computer tablet. There was no sound, but Robert could clearly see between his daughter’s legs, where the front dildo began to move. It rose, pushing its way into Bethany, who clearly groaned and shifted her hips again, taking the large, thick dildo like a pro.
“How long is that thing?” Robert asked.
John Stone opened his mouth for a second, but then looked surprised. “You know, I have no clue.” He looked at Tasha and the techs. No one answered for half a second, but then one of the techs grinned.
“Its penetration length is nine inches,” Tasha said, slightly hunched over as she watched the thick phallus slide into the girl. “The anal probe is half that.”
Bethany gasped, her hips now wriggling in desperation and she leaned back to cup her own breasts. The look of exquisite pleasure crossed her face and her eyes closed as little moans escaped from between her open lips.
“Now, now. Don’t get too excited!” Tasha said with a smile. The packaging director nodded at the techs. One of them turned and pulled something off a nearby rack; a strange plastic shield that formed the sides of a box, but was open on either end. This fit directly over Bethany’s head and brought it down until the other technician was forced to push Beth’s knees in slightly in order to lower the shield down more. It clearly was strong because it forced her to sit more upright on the padded seat, which actually changed the angle of penetration and made Beth even more aroused. The plastic lowered into place, fitting tightly around the base of the metal and plastic seat. One of the techs then stepped up onto the low table and reached up, snagging another hose on a metal arm.
“Are we ready?” he asked.
Tasha nodded. “All the wires are in. I think we can start the fill process. Once she’s half way we’ll embed the anal probe. Begin.”
The tech with the hose brought it down to the lip of the plastic edge and then opened the nozzle, a clear gel oozed out quickly, like syrup, and it splashed onto Bethany’s knee, spilling down her leg. More gel began filling up the box and to Robert’s surprise, it oozed over and across his daughter’s loins. Soon there was an inch along the bottom and Beth’s father was surprised to see the gel stiffening, an actual groove forming where the vaginal dildo was still rapidly pumping in and out of Bethany’s sex.
“Time to put in the anal probe,” Tasha said. She laid a hand on Bethany’s head. “Brace yourself, sweetheart.”
Beth opened her eyes and looked at Tasha, but was clearly too near to orgasm to really register what she was saying. Robert bent down and watched, but was unable to see any movement beyond the rapidly pumping dildo that repeatedly drove deeply into his daughter’s slit.
Suddenly Beth’s eyes widened in shock and she straightened in the seat. Her hands shot up to the top of the plastic shielding as if to pull herself out, but the other tech grabbed her wrists while Tasha held her down, hands on Bethany’s shoulders.
“Oh no. Take it, Beth. You can handle it!” Tasha urged strongly.
Beth gritted her teeth and whimpered, shifting back and forth for a moment before settling back down. Gel filled the bottom quarter of the container, the few bubbles rising to the surface even as more gel flowed in.
“Relax, Bethany. Just accept it,” Tasha said softly, her sharp angular lips pursed with intensity. The teenager nodded, her chest heaving. Tasha turned back toward the tech with the computer. “Drop the intensity. I don’t want her cumming yet.”
Beth whimpered and then trembled a moment before relaxing back into the container. She moaned, closing her eyes again and now the gel had risen to her belly, completely covering her sex. Still the vaginal probe moved in and out, but the gel had surrounded Beth’s sex and there was no longer any movement of her petals.
Robert looked a bit closer, just a tad bit confused. “What is that stuff?” he asked. “It looks like it’s becoming solid.”
John Stone grinned. “That’s because it is! It’s a silicon based gel that once exposed to air hardens into a firm, yet solid substance. It makes for the perfect packing material, keeping the contents safe. Its temperature is static. It absorbs shock and traumatic force surprisingly well. Once we take the shield off and it has solidified properly, you could hit Beth with a baseball bat and she’d never feel it, the gel would disperse the kinetic energy.” He pointed at the dildo still working its way in and out of her sex. “And best of all, as long as there is some movement while the gel is forming its lattice, it will move out of the way for objects in motion.”
The gel had reached Bethany’s breasts and she had settled down, moaning quietly, still heavily aroused thanks to the light and playful shocks being delivered to her nipples and clit by the clamps, as well as the penetration of both the anal probe and the vaginal dildo. The techs kept filling the container and in short order the gel came up to her knees, fully covering her hands and arms up to the shoulders.
“How far do you go up?” Robert started to ask in concern as the gel came up to Beth’s shoulders.”
“Turn it off,” Tasha said, nodding at the tech. She smiled at Robert. “That’s about as far as we go actually. We have a different apparatus for the top to protect her head.”
The tech closed the gel valve and let the hose retract. Everyone took a step back as Haft came in close and got several shots of Beth’s glazed eyes and open, whimpering mouth. She was clearly lost in the sexual euphoria of arousal, but hadn’t reached the pinnacle of her need. One of the techs stepped closer and strapped a strange collar around Beth’s throat. A thick plastic container was held against her neck with the collar, a number of lights and sensors blinking.
“That’s a medical device that contains a number of hypospray medicines. There’s a sedative in case she panics, as well as a painkiller, saline solution, and a specially designed nerve stimulator.”
Robert gave Stone a quizzical look. “A nerve stimulator?”
John Stone grinned. “Want to keep her aroused, right? We call it Love Potion #9. It makes women ravenous.”
“Is that effective?”
Stone laughed and pointed at Tasha Edwards. “If we gave it to our delightful packaging director here, she’d be naked in less than five seconds, begging all of us to fuck every single hole she has.”
Tasha blushed crimson and looked down. Robert laughed. “To be honest, I think she’d probably be willing to do that without the potion. Right attitude. Too bad she’s so skinny. All skin and bones.” Robert grinned at Tasha Edwards and the poor woman bit her lip. His gaze was intense and Tasha felt it deep inside.
Stone looked at her thoughtfully. “I have to admit, it would be amusing to see how you handle the potion, knowing that none of us would want to use you.”
Tasha frowned, her blush disappearing and she glared at Stone. “I’m the only woman available here right now. So short of dragging some poor girl off the street, I’m guessing that I’d get some, even if it was just from Rick and Bill.” She motioned toward the two techs. Both of them looked up from Bethany, but one had a repulsed expression on his face and the other shook his head.
Stone shrugged and Robert grinned. “It would be a novelty,” Beth’s father said, trying to make Tasha feel better. Being rejected always hurts and he understood she might not feel good about it.
John Stone looked skeptical but then pointed to Bethany. “Let’s remain focused here.”
Robert gave Tasha an appraising look, but then shrugged his shoulders. He turned his attention back to his daughter and was surprised to see her staring at him. She was still making the little bird noises, the regular and deep penetration of the thick dildo obviously having an effect. One of the techs placed a biosensor on her temple and she winced slightly, but otherwise appeared to be handling things quite well.