by Mark Andrews
“Up, Cunt-tease,” she barked and then handed her the glass. “Drink! Tell me if there is the slightest odour of your foulness still in the liquid ...”
Amelia stared at her in horror. Drink water that had just been inside her rectum? No! She couldn’t ... I watched her, curious as to how well she had accepted her training. Very well, it seemed.
Her face was screwed up with the disgust and horror she clearly felt at being ordered to do such a revolting thing, but she accepted the glass and drank, first tentatively, sipping a tiny quantity but then, as she realised it was quite tasteless, drank the whole glass down in one large quaff.
But still she shook her head, as if trying to shake off the horror of what she had just done. There was no doubt about Mary’s methods. They could bring a girl down to basics very quickly.
She was taken away by her guard after that to rest until the afternoon session when she was going to be introduced to anal intercourse. We of course, went in to enjoy a tasty luncheon of ham and salad ...
But delicious as the ham salad was, I was really dying to see the hated Amelia buggered by the Korean guards. I have to admit that it wasn’t only the thrill of seeing her humiliated either that was the turn-on for me. The guards really were handsome young men and their bodies were superb. They weren’t the muscle freaks we (for I counted myself as part of the camp now) were turning Amelia and the others into. No, indeed, but they were magnificently athletic with clean-cut muscles and a strength that was easily able to overpower even the biggest, most freakish ex-girls.
Watching them in the brief leather strip skirts as they tended the girls was good but when they had stripped right down to be sucked off had been quite wonderful. Now, this afternoon, there was going to be a repeat of that total nudity so I could enjoy their totally naked bodies all over again.
The more senior of the girls practised the anal sex lessons they had already learned on the grass, either on all fours while the guards bent over them and raped their anal orifices, or perhaps lay back with their feet up and out, similarly opening their backsides to the guards’ rigid pokers, but the newer girls, Amelia included of course, were locked into a pillory that encased their necks and wrists and kept them available for the guards’ attentions.
The pillories were only three feet high and this ensured the upper half of their naked bodies were bent over horizontal to the ground. The guards allocated to this ‘duty’ chose the girls themselves and now stripped off the so brief skirts to reveal members that were already stiff and ready to perform and they now moved up close to the girls’ bottoms, reaching up with their hands for their shoulders to gain purchase, kicked their feet wide apart - and then simply rammed their steel-hard rods straight up and into the exposed anal bud.
The girls performing on the grass appeared to be enjoying themselves and Mary explained to me that this was now their only pleasure - once they had learned to take cock up their backsides, that is. That and the oral sex they also continued to practise on the guards’ bodies.
The three newer girls were not ... enjoying themselves, that is. All three were screaming blue murder as the three beautifully muscled males rammed their iron-hard cocks into their bottoms - right up to the hilt. They stood up then working their members gently back and forth for a few minutes while the girls continued to scream, but then they began to fondle the flesh of their victims, their hands wandering first over their lower backs, up to the now broadly muscled planes of their upper backs and then delved round under their chests to fondle what remained of their breasts and then down to their muscular bellies and down further to their thighs, delighting in feeling their now sexless groins in the process.
They appeared to be doing this in concert and Mary explained she had trained the guards to work to a pattern that shamed and humiliated the girls as much as possible - all part of the plan for my recovery, she said, smiling brightly at me.
As far as I was concerned, I was already cured. The first month had done that. Now it was just pure pleasure to watch Amelia shamed and humiliated by her transformation into a muscle freak and as the sexual plaything of the guards at the camp. But I smiled and nodded. Why not?
The guards had been trained to keep up the anal rape for a long time; to hold back on their climaxes as long as they possibly could so as to string out the rape and add to the pain and shame of the girls. They did this now, each set of guards lasting around a half hour. On these occasions, even the off-duty guards came in to the camp to join in the fun and when the first set had all climaxed and stepped back from the girls, another set, already naked and rampantly erect in preparation for their duty, stepped up and thrust in. And by the time they had done their stint, the first lot (or sometimes a third) were ready for another round.
The girls on the grass, well trained to take anal or oral sex all day by this time, welcomed the new man with open arms, well figuratively, anyway; but the three newcomers were moaning continuously now, their anuses sore and battered by the half hour of constant use but when they realised it was going to go on with a new partner, they screamed horribly.
Of course I stood beside and in front of Amelia where I could see her face, staring up at me from out of the pillory - and also watch the actions of the Korean, a tall, beautifully muscled young man, as he thrust his massive prong rudely in and out of her very unwilling rectum. Her face registered her pain - that much was also evidenced by her screams, but it also showed her resignation to her fate.
The ten weeks she had already been there had now inured her to the constant pain and humiliation of her daily grind - a grind that was unbelievably hard but designed to cow her, break her down into an almost mindless machine, capable of enormous work output and also to giving pleasure to a man, but little else. Her own pleasure was now but a dim memory for her.
I moved around to stand beside her bottom, watching intently as the handsome young Korean rammed his great tool in and out of her anus, winking at me with a broad smile on his face and even showing off his muscles for my pleasure. I was astonished. None of them had ever shown the slightest interest in me in that way before but I smiled back. He really was a beautiful young man.
“You can, you know,” came a whisper into my ear as I stood there. I turned, shocked at the fact there was someone beside me - to find Mary grinning broadly at me. She went on: “Many of my victims form passing liaisons with some of the guards. I encourage it as it often helps them return to normal. In your case, that isn’t necessary for you are just about ‘cured’ if that’s the word, but it doesn’t mean you can’t invite him to your room if you want ...”
“And I can just ask him?”
“Why not? He obviously likes you, just look at the expression on his face - and it’s not there because of Cunt-tease’s body delighting his penis, believe me ...”
I smiled at him then as Mary melted away and moving up to his side, asked if he would like to come to my room that evening.
“I was hoping you would ask me, Miss ...”
I hastily asked him to call me Judy and he said his name was Kim. All this was said while he continued to plough his still rampant weapon in and out of the bent over Amelia whose face I could no longer see as it was hidden by the pillory, but I no longer cared about her.
My libido had been so excited by my two visits to the camp and had been largely unassuaged during that time. In short, I was horny as hell and if Kim’s energy in performing with Amelia now was anything to go by, I was in for a really wonderful time of it tonight.
I decided to leave them then. Now that I had ‘staked my claim’ for Kim, watching him rape Amelia was no longer pleasurable and since I had no wish to further inflame my ardour by watching his beautiful body performing with her, I went to the gym and put in two punishing hours that left me pleasantly tired.
I then had a long cold shower, during which Mary appeared with Amelia in tow. “How about using thi
s slut as a masseuse, Judy? If she doesn’t give satisfaction, I will have her ‘enjoy’ a couple of hours on the dildo tonight while you are making hay with Kim.”
I grinned as I towelled myself down vigorously but then Mary took the towel from me and handed it to Amelia. “Imagine you are my lady’s maid, Cunt-tease. Look after your mistress here ...”
She turned on her heel then and left the shower room while Amelia meekly finished drying me and then laid a fresh towel down on the rubbing table and invited me to take my place on it. Was I not afraid she might turn on me physically now that we were alone? Not at all. This girl was quite cowed now. The various threats and actual punishments that she had experienced had turned her into a willing slavegirl, albeit a very muscular one and as I laid my body down, face up on the fluffy towel I watched her fetch the oils she would use on my flesh.
I was surprised how expert she was for she had had no formal training in this art. She had had massages herself though and remembered which parts of her body had been most sensitive to the expert hands rubbing her own flesh and now she used that knowledge to give me a most sensuous but also very invigorating rubdown.
She said nothing throughout the session. I had wondered if she would try to plead with me that she had been trained enough. That she had learned her lesson and was contrite and couldn’t I find it in my heart to let her go home? She didn’t. Whether Mary had warned her or not, I didn’t know and I didn’t bother to ask.
I didn’t talk to her either. As far as I was concerned, she was still my hated enemy. I had nothing to say to her. I wasn’t going to gloat over her downfall - it was enough that she was now acting as my servant at that moment - it didn’t need to be voiced.
But as I lay on my back and stared up at her so muscular body working over my face, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, belly and thighs, I marvelled at the new shape of her body. After ten weeks of hormones and the most rigorous physical training, it was now nothing at all like the body she had had previously.
That had been slender and lithe, athletic certainly, but also very, very feminine. Now, there was a distinct masculinity to the line of her jaw, to the shape of her powerful shoulders and arm muscles, to her much diminished breasts and the overall shape of her body. Her hips seemed slimmer, more boyish in appearance while her muscles were definitely those of an incredibly muscled young man.
As she worked over my body with her powerful fingers, I let my own graze down to the junction of her thighs, idly fondling the spot where her vagina had once been and wondering how she would react. I was ready to jump up and defend myself if she showed the least sign of recalcitrance. She didn’t. In fact she didn’t react at all. It was as if she didn’t feel anything special down there at all.
Later Barbara told me this was so. With the removal of her womb and its associated organs and particularly the total excision of her clitoris, she now had no sexual sensory feelings at all. She was truly a sexless being. I decided I would have her massage me often so I could finger her flesh. Even though she no longer showed her hatred of me, she did show shame and this was a delicious fillip for me. I must say I enjoyed her massages too. She became quite expert at them after a while.
That night, I welcomed Kim into my room. He was a most personable young man apart from his stunning good looks and incredible body and he really doted on Mary. She had selected her young men from around the local villages and then trained them to perform as she wished. She paid them very, very well but she also allowed them to train in the gym and her coach turned them all into very expert gymnasts while at the same time shaping and honing their already fine physiques into a girl’s every fantasy.
I reckoned Kim was among the best of them. The other victims, with whom I openly discussed our sexual shenanigans (we were all very open about such things there) each thought the boy of their choice was the best of course and so we each agreed to differ. Just as well, I suppose. If we had all had the same opinion, it would have made life a lot more complicated.
Anyway, Kim came in and we fell into each other’s arms. We were both of an age - I was twenty-three at the time and I think he might have been a year younger. We weren’t in love but we did love each other’s body and it took but seconds for each of us to help the other out of his or her clothes and to stand, chest to chest, devouring - yes, that’s quite the right word, each other with hands and mouth, frantically feeling and kissing - everywhere we could reach.
I could also feel his rigid poker riding up and down my belly and gloried in it as much as I did the feel of his velvet-smooth muscles against my own naked body. We sort of gravitated to the bed and he somehow manoeuvred me onto it and then we made love. Wonderful, glorious, exciting, sensuous love together. As I said, we weren’t in love but we delighted in each other’s body and we had no qualms, either of us in shamelessly taking pleasure in each other.
Neither of us had attachments at that time. I didn’t know if I ever would again and to that extent, perhaps I wasn’t as emotionally cured as I had thought, but now at least I could take a man to my bed and delight in his body.
We made love for hours. He had come to my room at eight and it was well after one in the morning when we eventually collapsed into sleep, still in each other’s arms. And in the days and weeks ahead, he continued to be my lover whilst I was there. Sometimes a couple of times a week, sometimes more often, sometimes less. It depended on his schedules and also on both our feelings. I was sensible enough to realise he had a life of his own in his village and when he pleaded other commitments, I didn’t inquire what they were. Similarly, if he asked if he could visit me this evening and I didn’t feel like it, I could say so and there were no recriminations. It was a wonderful relationship and it gave me a new sense of my own self as a woman.
Mary told me she was very pleased with how much it had helped me ...
In the meantime, Amelia’s training and development continued. Like every one of the girls there, she had her daily suppository - up her bum-hole, and then went on to the various physical training sessions that was slowly turning her into a muscle freak. She had never grown back any but a few stray hairs after her depilation and these had been easily treated with an electrolysis gun and so she was totally naked from the top of her scalp to the tips of her toes. Not a single hair anywhere and with her now very apparent male muscles, she was well on the way to being physically ready for her sale.
But that was dependent more on me than on her. The whole purpose in kidnapping her and bringing her here to the camp had been to cure me through her transformation ... A bizarre cure, I will be the first to admit, but one I was still not in the least sorry for.
Mind you, murder was not far from my mind when I realised what she had done to me all those months ago and this was far short of that and so perhaps slightly more acceptable. Anyway, I didn’t care what others thought. I was getting my revenge and that was all I did care about ...
Mary thought I would benefit from a few more visits but in the meantime, it was necessary I return home for a month or so.
Chapter 6
Once more I went through the pretence of my old life but as before, my heart wasn’t in it. Indeed, all of me, except my physical self anyway, was back in Mary’s camp in Korea, wondering what was happening to Amelia and how Kim was going ...
And then, nearly two months later, the telephone call came. “There has been an offer for her, Judy,” said Mary. “I suggest you come back now for he is also offering you an invitation to accompany her to an island where he and a few of his friends have set up a rather remarkable community. More about that when you get here ...”
I made haste. I had only been idling my time at home and once more my friends and family made clucking noises when I announced my intention of going away yet again.
What about Toby? What about him indeed. I was over him by now. He had made his choice and it hadn’t been me. I didn’t want him b
ack now and especially not on the rebound from Amelia, even if he had been interested. He wasn’t, or at least not in resuming our old relationship. I think he felt guilty at the way he had treated me and anyway he had found a new girlfriend in my various absences so the point was moot, anyway.
When I arrived at the camp there were two things I wanted to see straight away and the first of them was not Amelia. Yes, in my absence I had realised I had definite feelings for Kim and I wanted to see him above all else.
His face lit up when I approached him, guarding the girls working on the rowing machine and I dragged him away and then kissed him, right there on the parade ground. He put his strong arms around me and hugged me to him. “You too?” he breathed.
“Me too,” I said. “When can we be alone?” “Tonight I will come and we will talk.”
“We might, but there are other more urgent things I want to do with you first ...”
Mary smiled as she approached us and Kim reluctantly went back to his duties. “So you have woken up to it, have you?” she said archly.
“You knew?” I asked, surprised that she had twigged when I hadn’t myself. Of course she was a psychiatrist and perhaps they do have insights into our minds (and souls)?
“Not knew, exactly, but guessed there was more to your little get-togethers than simple sexual satisfaction. I’m glad, Judy. He’s a nice boy and despite the employment he is engaged in here, he has a soft side to him. Obviously you have found it too.”
“I wonder if we could make a life together,” I mused.
“Perhaps you may but I’d leave worrying about that for a while. Farouk has made a very substantial offer for Cunt-tease’s body - which, by the way, is going to surprise you when you see her. She has developed into the most muscular of all my girls here. She’s a real muscle freak now - and she hates it. She’s been a wonderful success story for us.”
