Chapter 4

It was not possible for me to sleep. Too many thoughts were running through my mind. It didn't matter anyway, soon after I had laid down, the lights in my room brightened. I wasn't sure what to do, so I waited. A few announcements came over the P.A. system from a speaker in my room, requesting that various girls report to the shuttle area. Then the red headed girl entered my room. Today she was wearing a white jacket. Maybe she had been promoted? "Good morning Rachael. Please take shower and shave your legs, dry your hair, put on basic make-up, and clean clothing. You may use the lavatory. Then find a seat in the lounge and wait for me to return for you. Read a book." "OK", I replied blankly. As I headed down the hallway, I heard her give the same message to Monica. Other women were up and about. I quickly showered, made myself up, and dressed in fresh panties and top. Then I walked to the lounge and found an empty chair. I picked up the book, 'How To Fulfill Your Partners Sexual Fantasies'. It figured! I pretended to read. A few moments later, Monica came in and took a seat near me. I wanted to speak with her, but there were to many other girls in the room, although they all looked engrossed in their books. Suddenly Tripp's voice came over the P.A. I almost jumped out of my chair.

"Will all girls on the dorm levels please report to their respective lounges! I have important information to show you." Girls began to file in from all the hallways, some still nude and dripping from the showers. A large screen descended from the ceiling against the back wall of the lounge. A projector also appeared from an panel in the ceiling. Other small panels around the room slid up, revealing TV screens. Then Tripp came in to view. He was in a white room, wearing the same medical garments. Various tables and devices could be seen behind him. I began to sweat. "Ladies, last night one of our staff members misplaced her level 2 jacket. You shall all now witness her punishment!" The camera panned to the right and a girl came into view. It was the bus driver from last night! Oh my god, I had her jacket! She was attached to some sort of a low, slanted machine. Her legs were bent at the knees behind her, with a strap binding her ankles to her upper thighs. She was lying on her back, angled at 45 degrees. Her hands and arms were strapped at her sides. The machine only supported her from the waist up. Her lower body was held in place by other rods extending from the machine to her bound legs which were side-by-side. Tripp was in the process of attaching wires to her thighs, breasts, and forehead. He used small silver squares of tape. The camera zoomed in on her face. There were tears in her eyes, but she was silent. Tripp began to turn a crank on the side of the machine. Slowly, her legs were spread apart, revealing her tender passage. I thought of how she had tasted the night before!

Tripp rolled another small machine up to the girl. He locked it in place in front of her legs. He walked away, and returned into view with two probe attachments in hand. The camera zoomed to a close-up as he attached them to the machine, only inches from her vagina and asshole. The lower one, aimed toward her ass, looked like what Tripp had used on me the other day. But the thing aimed at her pussy was huge! It was a black conical shaped device, about eight inches in length. The front started at a point, and expanded to about five inches in diameter at the back. The whole thing was covered with small knobs and bumps. Tripp spoke to the girl, "Lisa, the punishment for loosing your jacket shall be 6 hours of near orgasmic pleasure with no relief!" The girl shook her head and said softly, "please noooo." He flipped a switch. The anal probe pushed forward into her tight anal cavity. She cried out softly. Then the black cone began to rotate. The small knobs raised and lowered as it turned. A clear liquid oozed from other small pin holes. It moved forward to enter her. Slowly it spread her lips apart. Wider and wider, deeper and deeper it pushed. Halfway in, she began to struggle. "It's tooo big, please stop. Nooo moreee! The cone continued to enter her, rotating as it went. Until finally it stopped, close to being fully inserted. She was breathing hard now, tears streaming down her face. Then the probe began to back out a few inches, and plunge back in! She grunted in pain, or was it becoming pleasure. "Ohhhhh, soooooo bigggg. Feeeeelss soooooo gooood!" In and out it went, the bumps flicking against her clit. "Ahh Ahhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh ... Noooooooooo" The black cone pulled all the way back out. She lay there, panting, sweat covering her entire body. Then the process started over. "Let this be a lesson to all of you!", Tripp said. Then he walked out the door. Once again Lisa was stretched to her limits. This time her orgasm began to build much faster. The last thing we heard as the picture faded out was "Noooooooooooo!"

Most of the girls seemed in a trance as they stared at the now blank screens. Then a female voice over the P.A. said, "All girls please return to your activities. The cafeteria is open for breakfast." Food! I hadn't eaten for days. Just then the red head approached me. "I will show you to the cafeteria. After eating, you are to report to the training center." She led Monica and me to the elevator, and down to the ground level. Other woman came with us. Once outside, we headed down a path to the right, toward a one story building. I hadn't noticed the path or the building the night before. A canopy covered the walkway, blocking the bright sun. Trees and tropical plants were everywhere. The front door led into a wide hall. At the end, two double doors were open wide, leading to the cafeteria. Our guide pointed out a door on the left marked 'Training'. The cafeteria was a large room with many rows of tables. A line of girls formed on one side, leading past the service area. I was given a tray of fresh fruit, cereal, toast, milk, and juice. We all took a seat at an empty table. Although there were sounds of people eating, no one spoke to anyone else. Most of the girls were dressed the same as I. Some had white jackets. Monica finished quickly and headed out. I tried not to look rushed, but I didn't want to loose her. After dumping my tray in the designated area (just like in elementary school), I went out into the hall and entered the training center. I expected the worst, but was surprised to find a small sloping lecture hall with a stage, podium, white board, and screen. I spent the next two hours watching a training video. Most of it was narrated by Tripp. We were told how to act and behave in the dormitory, and other non-client areas. We were told how to act and behave when with the clients. Mostly, we had to do what ever we were told. The cafeteria was open for three meals a day. A fitness room was also available and we were required to stay in shape. Once a month we would have to report to the medical center for a 'check-up'. I assumed this is when the nipple clamps would be refilled with more ORG-X. After the video ended, a girl came out from a door at the front and greeted us. We were told to report back here again tomorrow after breakfast. Then we were dismissed back to our rooms. The day wasn't turning out to be that hard after all!

When I returned to my room, Tripp was sitting on my bed. It took all my will power to act calm. "Ah, Rachael. I've been waiting for my two latest creations to return. We have much to do today. How are you feeling?" "I feel fine sir.", I replied. "Good! Please follow me up to the medical center." I turned, and walked out of my room. Tripp walked up to Monica's room and asked her to come also. He led the way to the elevator. I kept telling myself, "Remain calm, remain calm". The medical floor had a small waiting lounge and two hallways leading off in both directions. We entered a large white room with many counters, odd looking beds, and other devices. "Remove your tops.", he said nonchalantly. "Oh god!", I though to myself. Monica lifted her tee-shirt over her head revealing her soft firm breasts. I did the same. "Monica, please lay on your back for me." He led Monica to one of the odd beds and she laid down. The bed had brown leather padding, and no sheet. Leather straps were mounted in various places. With these, he strapped down Monica's legs, arms, and waist. "Your turn Rachael!" I thought of running for the door. Or maybe I should try and attack Tripp. But I was too scared. I lay down on the second bed without saying a word. Soon I was helpless.