Possessed

It was the end of another long day on the road. I didn't really like

business travel much, and Lynn, my wife, hated it. But the money was

great and we had grown accustomed to the affluent lifestyle.

"I need a drink!", I said to myself as I checked the hotel directory

for the nearest bar or club. "Oh, here we go, this one is less than

a block away." I quickly grabbed my keys and wallet as I closed the door

behind me.

There it was, the "On the Road Again" Lounge. As I walked through the door

the usual stale beer smell greeted my nose. I walked over to the bar and

sat down, "Barkeep, a cold beer please. Whatever's on tap..."

"Here ya' go pal", he said as he slipped a mug my way. "Looks like you

need it."

Boy was he right! I sat there savoring the golden nectar when she came over...

"Hi there. I'm Melissa, but my friends call me Mel."

She was striking. Dark brown eyes, long brown hair, tall, very athletic, and

dressed in an attractive business suit. Oh and those legs, my weakness.

"Pleased to meet you Mel. My name's Tony", I said as I took in the full

beauty in front of me. I've been "hit on" by women before but it's always

been someone who was either too young, too fat, or just too darned ugly to

deserve a second look. But at this point I was tingling all over with excitement.

I've always been pretty faithful to my wife when I've traveled but there were

those times when "a man had to do what a man had to do" and I knew Lynn would

understand. It was not something that needed to be discussed, however.

We exchanged some small talk and I found out that Mel was resident surgeon at a

local university medial center. She was an avid runner and that explained those

wonderful legs.

"Tony, would you like to come over to my apartment for something a little stronger?"

She knew what the answer was from the grin on my face and I hurredly paid the bar tab

for both of us and we were out of there.

Since I was without wheels she kindly offered to drive and in a few minutes we were

pulling into the parking lot at a high-rise building. Past the security guard she

pulled into a reserved space and we got in the elevator up to the 19th floor. Oddly,

there were no doors or hallway as the elevator opened up on the floor. It entered right

into a living room.

"Oh, this belongs to my family. As a resident physician I don't make the kind of

money to afford this but it's convenient and my parents have retired to Florida."

"Please, sit down on the couch and make yourself comfortable Tony. What can I get you

to drink?", she asked.

"Whatever you're having would be great."

A minute later she came back with two small glasses, "I hope you like Grand Marnier, it's

my favorite."

"Actually, I've never had it but I'll try almost anything once", I boasted.

Mel giggled a bit and said, "I thought you looked like that kind of man when I

laid my eyes on you."

The drink was delicious and gave me a nice warm feeling on the way down. Mel

came over and sat next to me and laid her head on my chest. I was really excited and

showing it.

"I see you are enjoying youself", Mel said as she gently stroked my bulging trousers.

"Ah, well yes, I guess I am."

"Let me see if I can help a little", she said as she slowly unbuckled my belt and opened

the front of my pants. "Can widdew Tony come out and pway?", she said.

Soon, my pants were on the floor, my shorts were down around my ankles and Mel was

caressing my erection. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and totally relaxed. Actually,

I seemed too relaxed. I felt myself drifting off and.....

I awoke to the sound of some shuffling and tried to look toward the noise but my head would

not move. I tried to talk but no words were coming out, just some vague grunting noises.

"Good morning Tony", she said. "I hope you slept well. Please don't try to move as you

might just hurt yourself. You've been under anesthesia and at this point you don't have

full control over your muscles."

I gradually became aware of why I was unable to talk. I could feel myself breathing but there

was no air passing through my nose or mouth. I seemed to be breathing from down lower.

"Tracheostomy", she said. "I've opened up a hole in your neck for breathing. Since no

air can now pass through your larnyx, you are unable to speak. Oh, you can mouth the words,

but without air, there is no sound. I'm going to be doing some work on you over the next

few weeks and screaming is very upsetting to the other residents of this building."

I was becoming aware that I was lying in a form fitted table with my limbs securely

restrained. I appeared to be bent at the waist with my lower extremities up higher than

he head. My legs were spread wide apart.

"I prefer not to use further anesthesia for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, it's

hard on the subject. Second, it's tricky to use when you don't have an anesthesiologist

in attendance. Third, I really prefer that you get to enjoy my work. Here, have a look..."

She wheeled a mirror on a stand over and I saw what I had suspected, I was strapped to

a table and my legs were spread wide. I also saw that I had been shaved from the neck down.

"Let's get started, OK?"

Mel started swabing my genitals with a brown solution and soon I was erect again.

"So, you are liking this, are you? Well, good because we're going to be spending a lot

of time together yo and me. I've always wanted a man of my very own but the things that

go with having a husband or a boyfriend are just too much trouble. So I'm planning on

making you into just the kind of man I've dreamed of. One of the problem with you men is

all the disgusting discharges that come out of your most interesting part. My first

priority os to rectify that."

I saw that she was dressed in a surgical gown and wearing gloves and a mask. Gently she

threaded a catheter into my urethra and I felt it winding its way up inside me. I felt

a strong urge to urinate and then a burning sensation. She then taped the catheter to my

abdomen and put the end into a drainage bottle. Then I saw her wielding a scalpel.

"First we make a small incision into the perineal area to locate the urethra."

I felt intense pain and I saw her cut into my body just above my anus.

"Then, we dissect the urethra from the connective tissue. The catheter makes locating

and manipulating the urethra so much easier."

Working up towards my penis, I could see her cutting the tissues on either side of my

urethra and gently testing to see if it was freed by putting her finger around behind

it. Soon, it was clear that she had a couple of inches freed up. Oddly, this part

didn't really hurt. It just felt like someone was pressing down on the area quite

firmly. Then she gently pulled the catheter out. I saw her cut my urethra and she

then pulled the free end out of the original incision.

"Before I close, I need to suture the other end of your urethra. I'll be closing it

up entirely but don't want any leakage coming back down this way."

After that, she sutured up around the exposed urethra and there was about an inch or so

sticking out. She cut the exposed part lengthwise with 3 cuts and trimmed and sutured the

free ends down to my skin.

"Finally, we need to close off the other end of your urethra. I have a special instrument

for this. See this?", she asked.

And she showed my a short tube with a knurled handle on the end. She pushed the handle in

and a small curved blade came out the end. As the handle was then twisted, the blade

moved in a circle. Into the end of my penis it went about an inch and then I felt the

most excruciating pain I've ever felt.

"I just resected your urethra from inside. Now, once more right at the tip..."

And again, pain. I saw that blood was literally pouring out the end of my penis covering the

draping that was in the area.

"Now, I'll remove the resected section and when this heals, it will literally seal the

end of your penis for good."

She took a set of forceps and pushed the end down into the end of my penis. I felt a

sharp pinching sensation and then an even stronger pain than before. I watched in

disbelief as she pulled a bloody mass of tissue out of the end of my urethra.

"The bleeding will stop in a minute. Don't worry, it's not anywhere near as bad as it

looks."

Sure enough, the flow became a drip and then just an oozing in a minute or two. I was

aching from head to toe and my groin was on fire.

"Enough for today, my darling. I have a feeling you'll be sleeping well tonight."

I heard some soft music come on and the lights went dim. She moved the mirror so

I could not see and more but it felt like she was cleaning and putting bandages on

the area. Soon, she left and didn't come back and the lights went out. I tried to

keep my eyes open and to see something but everything was pitch black. Ithink I

fell asleep but I'm not sure. I heard music playing but the song never seemed to

end or change....

I was startled when the lights came on, and she was there, "Let's see how things are

healing up."

And I was aware of her removing bandages and moving me around.

"Very nice", she said. "It's amazing how well things heal when you don't let

patients touch the work. I think you'll be ready for the next step tomorrow. I do

need to do take care of this 'elimination' problem. I've prepared inserts for both your

anus and your new urethra to direct your eliminations to a convenient disposal container.

I'm going to be inserting them both now."

I saw a small "U" shaped probe with some small barbs at one end. I felt some pain as she

threaded it into my new urethra and pressed it firmly. Then, she gave it a gently pull

and I could feel the barbs hooking into me.

"Perfect. This will not leak and will certainly not come out. Now for the anus."

Next, she had right-angle tube with a metal end on it. The metal part was quite short

but had a taper on the end and a narrowed section near the point where it bent down.

She spread some KY on it and with her gloved hand started probing my anus. Soon she

the device into me and as soon as the narrowed part reached my sphincter I felt it

grab. It certainly would not be falling out either. She seem to be fooling with the

tubes and routing them down. But I could not see what she was doing. Then, the lights

were out again and I think I was sleeping.

I assume it was the next day that she came in again.

"I hope you are resting well", she said. "Today, I'm going to take the control of your

ability to have erections. When I want to you have one, I want to be 100% that you

have one. I'm going to sever the nerves that control the muscles that close the veins

in your penis that cause an erection and insert electrical probes so that I can make

them close on demand."

Again, my groin was being scrubbed with a solution and she again positioned the mirror

so that I could see what was happening. She made another small incision near the base

of my penis and picked up a long instrument. Oddly, the pain didn't seem to bother me

much. I think I was still numb from the last time.

"Arthroscope", she remarked. "Same as the one the sports docs use on the football

players knees. Very effective for this work as well."

I had become hard again from all this activity and attention.

"Oh excellent. That will help me to know I've located the correct nerves."

She worked on me a bit while watching the TV monitor and then seemed to

have located the proper spot.

"OK, let's see if this it the right place."

I felt a tingling down inside and then felt my penis getting even harder.

"Excellent. That the one. Now watch this as I sever the nerve."

And I saw my erection dissappear in a matter of seconds.

"And just to test..."

I felt the tingling again and my penis started rising again.

"OK, that's great. I'll get the electrodes implanted and the controller installed

and we'll be all done for today."

She worked some more on the area and then I saw here connecting some small wires to a small

silver enclosure.

"This entire thing is self contained. A Lot like a cardiac pacemaker. And it's

RF controlled so no wires need to come out of your body that might lead to

infection. And the battery is rated to last 20 years..."

I saw her finish connecting the wires and then she closed up and sealed the unit. She

inserted it into a pocket she made under the skin and then sutured me shut.

"Pleasant dreams my love", she said. "Perhaps you'll be well enough to play in a few days."

Again, the lights were out and the music was playing. I know I was drifting in and out

of consciousness. Time didn't seem to pass in this state. It might have been an hour,

it might have been a month, I had no idea. My thoughts went to Lynn. She must be

frantic by now. Were the police looking for me? Was I considered dead? My mind was racing.

I must have been asleep because I'm positive I woke up. The lights were on and she was there.

I didn't even think her name anymore, she was just "she". That devil woman!

"You'll healed up nicely. I like that in a man. Good recuperative powers. Let's try out

your new equipment and see how it works."

I felt my penis being stroked and would have expected to get aroused at this. But NOTHING.

Just a limp mass of tissue lying there.

"Very good. There is nothing happening at all. Now for the real test..."

She picked up a small unit that looked like a TV remote control and pressed a button.

Immediately my penis started rising and shortly I had a fulll erection. She pressed

the button again and down it went within seconds.

"Kind of like a garage door opener, isn't it?", she joked. "Up, down, up, down. Let's see about

MAX mode."

And she pressed another button. I felt a tingling in my groin and again up went my erection but

this was unlike any I've ever had before. I felt like my penis was going to burst it was so

intense. I could see the skin was taught and the veins were bulging.

"Now that's a hard-on", she said. And I felt her stroking my penis. "Sometimes the way nature

intended is second rate."

She then removed her surgical gown and was completely naked. The first time I had seen her

so. And, frankly, she was gorgeous. She stepped up and straddled me and position herself

over my penis. Down she came on me and she stared up and down on me. Soon, I was quite excited

myself and a powerful orgasm came over me. I was sweating and breathing hard, so was she.

"Oh yes, this is going to work out perfectly!", she exclaimed. "But you are enjoying this

way too much. Since I don't need your cooperation anymore, I think I'll be fixing that next."

Again, she prepped me for surgery and was making another incision.

"When they do prostate surgery they take great pains to avoid the nerves that produce sensation

in the penis. So the are well documented. That makes my job easier. Ah, here we go."

And I felt a twinge. Then she produced a needle and pricked the end of my penis. NOTHING. It

was numb. She tried a few other spots on my penis and there was still nothing.

"That will take care of your enjoyment."

The next day she proved that. The erection maker worked as before and I was hard but I felt

nothing. I saw her on me and felt the pressure but there was no sensation. Nothing at all to

stimulate me.

Over the next few months I believe she used me on a daily basis. I'm not positive because I

really had lost track of time. I didn't even get a regular meal. There were two tubes close

to my lips. One delivered water and the other some sort of nourishment. I didn't know for

sure what it was but it did relieve my hunger. One day she we around me and cleaning me up

and I noticed that she was wearing a watch. My eyes were straining to see it, I'd have

settled for the time but had a hope of reading the date on it. Her eyes met mine and she

knew exactly what I was doing.

"Danmed curiously!", she said. "What would you do with that information anyway? But I

have a solution."

Again, I was being prep'ed for surgery but this time it was my head.

"I'm going to sever your optic and auditory nerves this time. You won't ever see or hear

another thing."

And then I felt an injection into my right eye. Then the left. I lost the ability to move my

eyes and then felt pressure behind the right one. In a moment it flashed brilliantly and

then went black. The procedure was followed on my left eye. I was blind.

"The auditory nerve is hard to get at and I'm not really wanting to do brain surgery

to get at it. So I'm going to go in through your ear canal and just destroy it there. It

doesn't really matter that this will also destroy the function of your inner ear."

And I felt an instrument going into my right ear. Then I heard it punching through my

eardrum and had incredible pain. In another few seconds I heard a loud pop and then I felt

dizzy. I heard nothing from that side. Then she did the same thing to the left side.

I was totally cut off.

She continued to use me after that but I really don't know for how long or how often. All

my time and space references were gone. I suspect that she brought someone else in to "use"

me a few times and the rhythm of the use was marketly different. Or perhaps she was

just in a different mood. I just can't be sure.

I think she removed my testicles one day because I did feel that familiar sensation of being

cut. But again, I really don't know.

I guess this is the concept of being a sex object taken to the extreme. But I never thought

that I would end up being that object.