Chapter 5: Jasmine’s Conditioning Begins

“Everything she is going to see through the goggles, we’ll see here,” Sarah remarked pulling a 60” display forward from it’s ceiling arm mount so it sat suspended five feet from the ground next to the chair that her unconscious patient was restrained in. “I’ll be providing her with the voiceover so it is important we keep the giggling to a bare minimum once I start, you two,” she pointed out eyeballing the Bordeleau twins.

“Yes Ma’am,” Ginny replied sharing a smile with her sister.

“Who does what?” Gina asked.

“Well, there are two holes and one cock,” River nodded. “Rochambeau?”

The trio shook their fists three times and the 25 year old’s paper covered each of the twin’s rocks.

“I’ve got her mouth,” the doctor’s daughter claimed.

The siblings shook a second time, each selecting scissors and then a third when the taller’s scissors, cut the other’s paper.

“You get to jack her Ginny, because I’m taking that ass for a ride,” Gina chuckled unbuttoning her lab jacket.

“Remember girls, keep to the same pace as what you are seeing on screen,” the physician cautioned. “We want her to believe it’s all a dream, something she is creating all on her own.”

The dark brown haired 25 year old, removed her own garment and carefully climbed up onto the reclined chair, swinging a leg over the restrained naked figure. Stroking herself to fullness, she sat in the bouncy form fitting rounds that were suspended over the shrouded skull below adjusting her position until her crown was but less than an inch from the pursed lips of the semi-conscious girly-boy. At the same time the copper blonde who had driven the three of them to the farm let her own fall to the floor and grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the nearby table. Greasing up her own length she then pushed the muzzle past the petals in front of her and squeezed before handing it to her sister. For her part the last had sat herself on the stool the doctor had abandoned and after making her palm slippery glanced back at the physician.

“You first Ginny,” the eldest Rawlings instructed placing a metronome on the desk in front of her and setting it’s cadence. “This is the pace we all want to keep to, a steady 40 strokes per minute to start. We’ll speed it up over time as she builds. River watch the screen for your cue. Gina, you’ll start the same time my daughter does.” She met the grey eyes of the shorter twin once more and raised a hand. “And ... now,” she declared before lowering it.

Meanwhile In Jasmine’s Waking Dream

Jasmine felt a steady stroking of her clitty begin below though she couldn’t see the slippery fingers that slid along it’s length, her view being blocked by the feminine figure straddling her torso. It felt so nice though and her hips undulated in time to their beckoning. Her dreamy eyes peered upward and a lazy smile formed on her lips. As much as she wanted to she couldn’t see past the underside of her beautiful breasts to identify who she was. She let her gaze drift downward and found that she was looking at a nice big cock, thick and glistening, a lovely drop of misty goo on the end of it. Something plastic pushed up against her pussy then and she relaxed instinctively before it pushed past her petals and filled it with a slimy coolness.

“Such a lovely cock isn’t it Sweetie,” the disembodied voice murmured. “Such a lovely cock just waiting for you to taste. Go on Baby, taste the lovely cock, see how yummy cock can be.”

Obediently her tongue slithered out of her mouth to swab the mushroom and her lips parted as it gently pushed past them. At the same time she felt a thick piercing from below and sighed inwardy, relaxing her hips, beckoning further intrusion. She felt the fleshy pipe slowly furrow into her pussy until the soft skin of the ball sac below pressed up against her ass. The withdrawal was equally sensual and the subsequent deliberate pistoning matched that of the cock sliding up and down in her throat.

“Mmmmmmmm, and now your pussy is full too isn’t my sweet child? Yes, yes it is,” the mystery speaker continued. “Good girls love it when their pussies are full of big thick cocks and I can tell you love this don’t you Baby? Yes, yes you do. Ride the wave Sweetie, let the big thick cocks make you feel like a good little girl. Yeeeeeeeesssssss, just like that. Mmmmmmmmmm.”

The slippery hand cocooned her clitty in it’s silky grip, thumbing her crown as she thrust up and down. Jasmine was imprisoned by her lust with no desire to escape. Up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out. Further and further down this sensual rabbit hole she drifted, the words whispered from the void providing a dim distant light in her imagination that encouraged her aimless carnal wandering.

Back in the Examination Room

Sarah turned off her microphone as Tanya and Tonya emerged from the changing room, cleaned up from the orchards, dressed in nothing but lab jackets.

“You’ve arrived just in time,” the doctor greeted. “We’re just getting started here.

“We were in the first rows of cherries and finished early,” the elder sibling informed the 50 year old.

“Mom texted us a while ago when Jasmine arrived,” Tonya added with a grin. “No way we wanted to miss this.”

“I may as well put you to work then,” the Rawlings woman concluded.

“Please do,” Tanya enthused chewing her bottom lip in anticipation.

“The Scuptifil is on the counter over there,” the physician pointed out. “The girls have already rubbed some in, but she could use another massage. Make sure to avoid her genitals.”

“Will ... uh ... we get a turn?” the blonde 16 year old asked generously squirting some of the gel onto each of their new niece’s fledgling tits.

“The video is 28 minutes long, but I can loop it easily enough,” the figure at the desk nodded.

With that the sisters leaned in and kissed each other, then greeted the others around the restrained sissy in similar fashion before beginning to toy with her flesh.

Meanwhile in Jasmine’s Waking Dream

Fingers flickered over her nipples and slid across her slickened skin, a new sensation that only added to those which already coddled her desire in their ever warming embrace. The steady stroking of her clitty by the unseen hand egged on the emerging secret wish within her. The plundering of her mouth and pussy by these two lovely pipes of flesh only fueled it even more. Small pieces of James Markham occasionally bobbed to the surface of her living dream, but the ocean around them was made up of Jasmine, the new being she was slowly growing into. Up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out. She stretched her knees further outwards, thrusting upwards, riding the wave of momentum provided by the large cock below and the hand that twinned it’s rhythm. At the same time she swirled her tongue around the thickness pillaging her throat. It felt so good to be a girl. So, so good. To be a ... girrrrrrrllllll.

As Briar Rawlings pulled the silver grey Hilux up to the curb in front of the market where she had dropped her mother and Clover off earlier that morning she and her passenger shared a smile. After that she had driven into Saint-Aigulin to pick up a part they had ordered for one of the tractors and take care of a couple of other things. But the blue eyed futamute wanted to leave time to look in on her daughter on the way back to the farm.

By the time the two 31 year olds walked arm in arm into the farmer’s market, their bellies were beginning to round and it was nearly 4:00. The pair greeted a couple of the other locals that were shopping for produce and gradually made their way towards the rear of the building to the area where they knew they’d find what they were looking for.

“Hey Ruth Ann,” Kayleigh greeted separating herself from her friend so she could give the older blonde a buss on each cheek.

“Aren’t you all dolled up?” the 48 year old appraised holding her body at arm’s length once the parted. “Special occasion?”

“Something like that,” the minxish Brenner smiled in return as Briar leaned in to do the same.

“How’s Clover doing?” the second inquired.

“Fine, fine,” the Ridley woman praised. “She’s been quite productive today, her and my Anjou both.”

“Anjou’s on duty?” the German blurted her excitement ticking a bit higher.

“Strapped in right next to her,” the green grocer revealed. “Did you want to use her?”

The champagne blonde chewed her bottom lip and raised her eyebrows hopefully as the older chuckled in return and lead the way into the room behind her.

The two teenagers lay on their back in restraints, eyes dreamy within twin frames made of metal pipes attached to transparent hoses that were lead down towards each of the two bodies. Each of the pair had a full length cock nozzle on their pipe methodically pumping their cum into the bulb at their ends before being siphoned up into a line leading away and into a tank off platform. Flexing cups sat on each areola and were milking each of their contents, the creamy white being sucked upwards into the overhead plumbing. Yet another was attached to the urinal port of the two girls made temporary machine. Though currently empty, they would occasionally become yellow with piss draining into a second reservoir. A fourth thicker tube paired with a thinner one held open the young mouths of each of the futamutes trapped within. The larger were flowing with a dark brown, filling the pair with shit at a regular pace matching the first while the latter shot semi-regular spurts of gold downwards.