A young girl researches suxual modification
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SHE
Intro
He liked to watch. As she removed her leotards, he began
to drool at the naked form that emerged. She was too young, too
sweet, too virginal to be in the womens’ locker room he thought as
he began to absently stroke the growing bulge in his pants. Her
breasts were small, and firm, while the well trimmed brown bush
between her legs outlined the taut lips of her womanhood in a
display of feminine perfection seldom witnessed. He had slipped
into the shower room undetected, and hid in one of the empty
lockers to satisfy his sexual hunger while this unsuspecting
goddess continued to fulfill his fantasies. He closed his eyes and
tilted his head back as he intensified his genital manipulation.
Releasing his manhood into the open air, he began to stroke the
velvety skin beneath his glans with one hand and cradle his aching
balls with the other, completely unaware of her approach until the
locker door swung open wildly. Fully exposed with both of his
hands filled with his genitals, he could only collapse in a
frustrated heap as she stood over him, now wrapped in a large bath
towel that concealed her erotic assets.
She allowed his embarrassment to subside for a few moments
while she smirked at his vulnerability. Then, with one swift
motion, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to face her,
amidst his startled shriek of protest. With a look of repulsion,
she swung her free hand under his hairy ball sack and cupped its
contents firmly. Releasing his hair, she intensified her grip on
his gonads, savoring his anguished expression and the warm
throbbing in the palm of her hand. Tears began to form in his
eyes, as his erection withered from her painful administration.
His knees became weak and finally gave way, and he uttered a long
guttural wail of agony as one of his balls finally succumbed to her
increasing pressure, rupturing inside the wrinkled and discolored
ball sack. She released her grip and watched him curl into the
fetal position on his side amidst his sobs of disbelief.
“Everything alright in there?” A voice from somewhere
beyond queried at the muffled sobs coming from behind the
windowless doors.
“Yeah, the water gave me an unexpected thrill,” she quipped
as she turned from her victim; “I’m just fine.”
Once assured the inquiring intruder was out of range, she
turned her attention back to the trembling male figure. Pulling
him over on his back, she gradually lowered her hips slowly on to
his tortured genitals. With one hand pinning his shoulder to the
cold tile floor and the other across his gasping mouth, she began
to maneuver her delicate womanhood over his flaccid organ while
using her long sinewy legs to support herself. Gently massaging
his aching genitals with her furry mound, she stroked the small wet
bud of her arousal along the length of his throbbing shaft, pausing
to press its glistening redness in circular motions into his
sensitive glans. Both aroused and intimidated, he slowly succumbed
to her persistent stimulations, allowing the pleasant sensations to
overcome the burning pain in his scrotum. He could feel his seed
building deep within his torso in anticipation of its welcomed
release, and began to move his hips in the same gentle rhythm of
her administration.
Sensing his impending orgasm, she eased the lips of her
womanhood over his purple glans, her moisture oozing from the close-
cropped pubic hair. His hips moved instinctively up towards her
pelvis, easing his throbbing organ deeper into her quivering
pussy. She moved her hand from his mouth, and replaced it with her
own, as she allowed him to fill her completely. The muscles in her
velvet womb began to caress his glistening member more firmly with
each thrust, drawing him deeper and deeper into her moistness, and
she closed her eyes as she drew his gasping lips between her own.
As their mutual ecstasy reached its peak, he brought his hands up
to engulf her soft breasts, her firm nipples pressing firmly
against the palms of his hands in a silent gesture of
encouragement.
His orgasm began to boil from the base of his manhood, as
his hips spasmed in an unconscious effort to thrust more deeply
into her hungry womb. When the first fountain of warm cream
erupted deep within her, she tightened the muscles of her womanhood
around the throbbing invader unmercifully. The second and last
geyser spurted violently from the tip of his pulsing purplish
glans, as his brain became acutely aware that something was not
right in their reproductive regions. When his ball sack
disappeared completely into the warmth of her womanhood, he began
to panic and tried to scream. She bit his lips cruelly as her
muscles tightened from her own fulfilling orgasm, tearing his
genitals slowly and cleanly from their hairy roost. The last thing
he saw was were the bloody remnants of his manhood being drawn into
her dripping pussy with spasmodic muscular contractions, and an
incredibly evil smile on her blood stained lips.
She pulled his body over to one of the floor drains to
allow his life giving blood a clean path to the city sewer, and
showered quickly, leaving the warm water to flow over his
discolored corpse. After dressing and disposing of the remaining
traces of the encounter with a vial of acid, she calmly left the
Spa and strolled out into the sun drenched parking lot.
Beginnings
As she strolled towards her shiny convertible, she felt the
familiar spasms as her highly conditioned body began to reject the
dismembered flesh within her dilating womb. She stepped into the
car gingerly, and began to whistle as the warm air rushed past her;
it was happy song that filled the air with shrill notes. As the
city disappeared behind her, she let her mind wander and
unconsciously began to reflect on the series of events that had led
her to this life of perverse research.
Her childhood had been far from settled; she had been
introduced to abusive sex in her youth by a drunken father and
further demeaned by an apathetic mom. Throughout her childhood,
she had never really been accepted by her peers or classmates, and
eventually turned to sexual experimentation to fulfill her
socialization needs. One night, as she walked home from alone from
the game, she was viciously gang raped by the bulk of the
basketball team who violated every orifice unmercifully before
being leaving her for dead in clump of overgrown bushes. The
entire incident was further insulted when she finally made her way
home by an unbelieving father who immediately raped her and beat
her senseless. It was one of the few times that her mother had
intervened on her behalf. Beyond desperation, she seriously
considered ending her life as she lay sobbing on her bed in the
darkened room.
Yet, unlike those who have endured the life long legacy of
pre-adolescent sexual activity, a glowing orb from the depths of
known universe would intervene, subjecting her to a unique form of
trauma that would set her on an alternate life path of specialized
research The formless aliens, unaware of the emotional battle that
raged within her, abducted her silently from where she lay that
night, and replaced her developing ovaries with engineered organs
that mimicked her gonads in size and shape, but were unable to
produce life. Rather, these artificial ovaries would provide her
with both superior intelligence and physical attributes that would
take years to fully develop. She awoke the following morning with
two minute scars in her abdomen and a small metal cylinder in one
of her frontal lobes, but, aside from some early morning tenderness
around the lips of her hairless pussy, she found herself able to
resume her normal activities with no plausible memory of the alien
encounter.
At first, the changes were subtle and went unnoticed. But
as time passed, her beauty and intelligence began to emerge.
Shunning her life of the past, she one day awoke to her drunken
fathers’ overtures, only to relieve him of his genitals with one
swift and vicious motion. As her hands grasped his swollen
members, she stared directly into his terrified eyes, savoring the
fear in his reddened eyes as the sensitive skin slowly ripped away
cleanly, triggering a fountain of blood that would end eventually
his life. She was entranced by the experience, and became obsessed
with its replication; experimenting with unwitting victims while
conditioning her vaginal muscles to assume the functions her hands
were performing. Over the course of her maturation years, she
emasculated countless nameless victims, committing the sensations
of their trembling bodies and the sight of their terror-filled eyes
to her crystal clear memory.
With time, she sought to perfect the creatures that she had
learned to master so effectively. Upon learning that her male
counterparts were primarily sexually-centered, she sought ways to
improve their reproductive systems; perfecting the exquisite
agonies they would experience while satisfying her continual need
for fulfillment and revenge. She had neutered a multitude of
victims by now, and learned a myriad a ways to eliminate the
remains without a trace while justifying her actions in the name of
scientific research. When her spineless mother succumbed to liver
disease, there no longer seemed any reason for emotional
involvement with this species, and she began to set herself apart
from the human condition with the exception of one of her
successful experiments that held a warm spot in her otherwise cold
heart.
Saliim, the brutish seven-foot Indian eagerly awaited her
arrival at the front door of the sprawling ranch house. She
had “procured” it from one of her financially secure victims, and
partially converted the elaborate interior to a laboratory for her
research. Saliim could easily have posed as a genie in Arabian
folklore, with a bald head, well tanned and muscled body, dark deep
eyebrows and a thick, curly mustache. Yet only she shared his dark
secret; several years ago, during one of the perverted peaks of her
genital experimentation, she had developed a set of genitals by
combining the best attributes of a mule with those of her beloved
dogs. The ensuing appendage surgically replaced his pitifully
underdeveloped birthright, and soon this gentle giant became her
slave for life, able to satisfy her sexually, while heeding her
every beckoning call.
He opened the door for her as the car slid to a stop
directly in front of the entrance. Tossing the keys to him so he
could wash the now dusty car, she quickly strolled into the lab,
and placed the collection tray beneath her legs. Then pulling her
damp underwear aside, she expelled the lifeless male genitals with
a squishing sound and fished around until she recovered the two
life-giving globes. Without ceremony, she dropped the two tortured
gonads into a jar filled with fermented liquid and placed it
gingerly on a shelf next to two dozen jars with similar contents.
She then eased the tray of spongy flesh from between her well toned
legs and strolled to the kitchen to marinate the bloody mass of
spongy meat for the evening meal. There was always something so
satisfying for her when she bit the shriveled glans off of a well
simmered manhood.
Conquests
With the evenings entre marinating, she returned to the lab
and studied her newest experiments secured to their cots in a
partitioned area just off of the main entrance. Saliim had
captured the young lads along with a group of gagged young girls
that were confined in a small cage from the nearby middle school.
She had always preferred working with the younger subjects because
of their resiliency and youthful hormone imbalances that were often
an asset for her continuing research.
Off in a small segregated back room was her crowning
achievement to date; a migrant worker she had found quite by
accident when he was working on a local construction site. Already
quite sufficiently endowed, she had opted to confine her research
to the proven successes of her genetic experiments; injecting his
gonads repeatedly regularly with engineered testosterone which
enhanced his chemically infertile seed with a tranquilizing
effect. Occasionally she would collect his accumulating genetic
serum with a modified milking machine; exchanging it for various
chemicals she required for her continuing experiments from a nearby
sex clinic. The unique relationship with the now highly successful
clinic had been based on a “no questions asked” policy; the only
doctor who had ever questioned her research was invited to a
private viewing, and was never seen again.
On the first young victim, she had surgically skinned the
shaft and replaced the skin with a sheath comprised of tissue from
the glans of several of her more mature victims in an effort to
increase the overall sensitivity of the mangled organ. Once the
underlying skin had reformed around the new nerve endings that she
had meticulously attached to the tiny nerve cord that ran the
length of his penis, the young lad became hypersensitive to touch.
She continued to inject growth hormone into the base of the
affected organ, in hopes that his continued erection would not
eventually destroy the delicate surgery that had taken the better
part of a day to perform. Meanwhile, the hapless youth was in a
state of constant arousal, ejaculating with just the faintest
provocation or breeze - the base of his manhood and ball sack
constantly bathed with his life giving essence.
The next cot contained a silently sobbing youth with a
penile implant that was connected by two fine wire leads to a small
almond shaped electrical accumulator where his left testicle once
rested in the opened scrotum. The smooth silver implant was the
diameter of a standard pencil and about four inches in length
running down the center of the shaft from the base of his glans to
near the base of the continually throbbing penis. The outer skin
of the surgically altered manhood was discolored with hemorrhages
and pockets of dried blood from the rhythmic vibrations produced by
the bio-electric implant. Although the deformed organ remained
continually erect, there was no longer any arousal for the lad as
the nerve endings had long ago become desensitized from the
constant stimulation. He could only listen to the almost silent
hum as his now “dead” penis awaited its final journey to the
marinade of his insensitive captor.
Next to him was confined an overweight and overwrought
experiment with his shaft completely removed with the exception of
a small residual mound of erectile tissue where the glans had been
surgically attached. Although rising a trace over an inch from his
pelvic bone, the stub was in a perfect position to stimulate his
female counterpart without penetration. With any ejaculate outside
their bodies, pregnancy would be virtually eliminated. Meanwhile,
the lad would experience heightened arousal with the increased
pressure supplied by the erectile tissue just beneath the sensitive
crown of his miniature manhood and the direct pressure required to
stimulate his counterpart. His partner was then free to manipulate
her clitoris against him at will, using the smooth yet firm nob as
a tool for both arousal and orgasms without the cumbersome
requirement of fondling and positioning.
On a nearby cot, one of the more bizarre alterations rested
in silent agony, staring at the ceiling without blinking. In an
attempt to mutually increase arousal, she had removed much of the
outer skin of the young mans’ shaft and, after surgically opening
the scrotum and carving out two hollows on opposing sides at the
base of the budding manhood, she carefully stitched the base of the
ball sack to the loose skin left behind by his childhood
circumcision. By insuring the spermatic cords were carefully
positioned along the same route as the delicate neural network at
the base of the redesigned organ, she had created a larger penis
with greater overall sensitivity. Regrettably, the continual
pressure on the two developing gonads left the subject in a
continual state of testicular agony, occasionally succumbing to the
throbbing pressure by lapsing into a self-induced state of
shock.
With continual administration of both growth and
regenerative hormones she monitored the progress of her hapless
victims continually, sadistically enjoying their torment while
using the findings to design future modifications. Once she tired
of a particular subject or experiment, she would often tear the
offending organ from her victim in a moment of frustration, and
leave the twitching body strapped to the cot to spend his final
moments in inescapable futility. At times, she would move her
captive victims into the cage where the females had been stripped,
injected with a strong sexual stimulant, and fitted with sensitive
neural transmitters to monitor their physical responses. Upon
awakening from a drugged sleep, the nubile nymphs would savagely
attack the hapless male victims, often causing far more harm than
their insensitive surgeon. All the while she would sadistically
smile at their mutual plight, the young males fearing for their
lives, while the young girls fearing they could never be satiated.
Often Saliim would watch the orgy with detached arousal, silently
manipulating his huge organ until it would suddenly explode with
geysers of virile puppy cream.
She decided it was time to expose her test subjects to the
ultimate encounters in an effort to measure the clinical success of
her latest surgical efforts. After spraying the cage with a mild
sedative, she summoned Saliim to help her strip the young girls and
place the myriad of tiny sensors on the supple young bodies. The
sensors were carefully positioned on the breasts, buttocks, thighs,
hips, tummies, necks, pubis and scalps of the young girls and
connected by fine titanium wires to a small transmission block
recessed just beneath the base of their scalps. She always loved
this evolution, erotically drawn to those of her same orientation
with a kind of mothering instinct. Often she would pause to savor
their innocence and frailty, moving her delicate fingers into her
own feminine recesses in an erotic display of self-stimulation that
would make Saliim drool in anticipation. Once the external
monitors were initialized and connected to the main-frame computer,
the scientist and her faithful assistant would retire a safe
distance from the cage in anticipation of the impending sexual
frenzy.
Resolutions
They’re wait was not long and they were not disappointed by
the libido of the young girls. They awoke slowly, and slowly shook
off the effects of their slumbers only to become aware of the naked
modified males helplessly restrained and poised to fulfill their
youthful fantasies. For most of the girls this would be their
first encounter with their male counterparts, and they spent long
moments studying their victims before their lust overcame their
logic, and the immersed themselves in the passions of the moments.
Soon grunts punctuated by screams and moans filled the air, as
youthful sweaty bodies collided in a noisy ballet of desire and
torment, pressing the limits of endurance in a drug induced pursuit
of sexual gratification.
As the flurry of sexual activity began to subside, the
battered participants collapsed in satiated exhaustion. The
outcome had been even more dramatic than she had originally
envisioned, as the only remaining male survivor was the overweight
lad with a shaft less penis. He lay gasping like a beached whale
on the outgoing tide, his genitals now shaded in an unnatural
bluish black hue as a silent testimony to the abuse he had
received. A petite naked form lay face down across his thighs, her
body rising slowly to her labored breathing as her smooth white
flanks trembled slightly in a continuing series of exhausted
orgasms. The young man with his surgically relocated testicles,
and the lad with the shaft graft of glans tissue both had bled to
death after their fragile penile tissue was ruptured and torn away
from their recent surgery. Somehow, the victim of the bio-electric
implant had become over stimulated and his neural network rejected
the mechanical apparatus with a brief yet explosive burst of energy
that fried his brain.
The cage floor was covered by the bodies of exhausted
young girls splattered with blood and bodily fluids of their male
victims. It was gruesome yet strangely erotic; and she viewed the
scene of carnage for quite some time before asking Saliim to
dispose of the orgies aftermath. The sperm-laden female survivors
were injected with a massive dose of synthetically engineered serum
that biologically altered their sexual preferences while
effectively clouding their recent memories with a myriad of
disjointed erotic thoughts. Their lifeless naked bodies were then
dumped on the steps of the popular local church with the tattered
remains of a corrupt congressmans’ re-election poster.
She wandered from of the laboratory deep in her private
erotic thoughts and out into the kitchen with the dripping remnants
of male genitals. They would be prepared without marinating;
ground into a fine pulp before being mixed with cracker crumbs and
various seasoning that would eventually be formed into small and
tasty sausages. She began to hum to herself and became so involved
in the food preparation that she was totally unaware of the aliens’
return. The chilling touch on her exposed shoulders suddenly
brought back a flood of long repressed memories, making her freeze
in her tracks and break into a cold sweat.
They did not speak, but their message was quite clear.
They had misjudged this woman, and although they could not replace
her natural child-bearing abilities, they would no longer allow her
to torture or modify the males of her species. Her attempts to
engineer a superior sexual companion had been attempted a
millennium earlier by another similar species light years from this
tiny planet. It had ended in planetary annihilation and bore
stunning similarities to current societal trends.
It had all began when the females began to demand equality
and eventual superiority from their counterparts; repressing their
male partners for the sake of tranquility and species
preservation. In doing so, they dissolved the male motivational
syndrome, reducing them to subservient life forms required to
provide sexual gratification and manual labor. Once they could no
longer provide sexual fulfillment for their female counterparts, a
myriad of genital modifications ensued in a vain attempt to restore
sexual spontaneity. Over several generations, with male identity
gradually dispelled and female domination reaching its zenith, the
birth rate declined precipitously, and petty domination conflicts
sprouted universally from the lack of effective leadership. The
ensuing conflicts and revolts culminated in one major world
conflict that left that world barren and unable to procreate. Soon
thereafter, that species succumbed to its societal breakdown and
was soon overrun by lower life forms who continue to dominate to
this very day.
She felt herself lifted high into the clouds and amidst a
blur of sensations that left her clamoring for some sense of
reality, she drifted into a peaceful calm. She awoke several days
later back in the home of her parents, cringing to the sound of her
drunken father as he verbally debased his subservient wife.
Knowing that she would soon feel the wrath of his frustrations, she
bolted to the closet and hid amongst the cardboard boxes filled
with outgrown clothing that were stowed there. Trembling in fear,
she squeezed her eyes shut, and held her breath, mumbling a silent
prayer for miraculous salvation. She heard her father stagger up
the stair and past her room into the bathroom where she heard him
vomit. She then heard him stagger into the master bedroom and
crash on to the bed. She breathed a sigh of thanksgiving and
quietly slipped beneath the down comforter on her bed. She slipped
her hands down her slim figure which felt strangely different
somehow. As her hands slipped beneath the waistband of her pajamas
she froze. . .she was now a he.
SHE
Intro
He liked to watch. As she removed her leotards, he began
to drool at the naked form that emerged. She was too young, too
sweet, too virginal to be in the womens’ locker room he thought as
he began to absently stroke the growing bulge in his pants. Her
breasts were small, and firm, while the well trimmed brown bush
between her legs outlined the taut lips of her womanhood in a
display of feminine perfection seldom witnessed. He had slipped
into the shower room undetected, and hid in one of the empty
lockers to satisfy his sexual hunger while this unsuspecting
goddess continued to fulfill his fantasies. He closed his eyes and
tilted his head back as he intensified his genital manipulation.
Releasing his manhood into the open air, he began to stroke the
velvety skin beneath his glans with one hand and cradle his aching
balls with the other, completely unaware of her approach until the
locker door swung open wildly. Fully exposed with both of his
hands filled with his genitals, he could only collapse in a
frustrated heap as she stood over him, now wrapped in a large bath
towel that concealed her erotic assets.
She allowed his embarrassment to subside for a few moments
while she smirked at his vulnerability. Then, with one swift
motion, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to face her,
amidst his startled shriek of protest. With a look of repulsion,
she swung her free hand under his hairy ball sack and cupped its
contents firmly. Releasing his hair, she intensified her grip on
his gonads, savoring his anguished expression and the warm
throbbing in the palm of her hand. Tears began to form in his
eyes, as his erection withered from her painful administration.
His knees became weak and finally gave way, and he uttered a long
guttural wail of agony as one of his balls finally succumbed to her
increasing pressure, rupturing inside the wrinkled and discolored
ball sack. She released her grip and watched him curl into the
fetal position on his side amidst his sobs of disbelief.
“Everything alright in there?” A voice from somewhere
beyond queried at the muffled sobs coming from behind the
windowless doors.
“Yeah, the water gave me an unexpected thrill,” she quipped
as she turned from her victim; “I’m just fine.”
Once assured the inquiring intruder was out of range, she
turned her attention back to the trembling male figure. Pulling
him over on his back, she gradually lowered her hips slowly on to
his tortured genitals. With one hand pinning his shoulder to the
cold tile floor and the other across his gasping mouth, she began
to maneuver her delicate womanhood over his flaccid organ while
using her long sinewy legs to support herself. Gently massaging
his aching genitals with her furry mound, she stroked the small wet
bud of her arousal along the length of his throbbing shaft, pausing
to press its glistening redness in circular motions into his
sensitive glans. Both aroused and intimidated, he slowly succumbed
to her persistent stimulations, allowing the pleasant sensations to
overcome the burning pain in his scrotum. He could feel his seed
building deep within his torso in anticipation of its welcomed
release, and began to move his hips in the same gentle rhythm of
her administration.
Sensing his impending orgasm, she eased the lips of her
womanhood over his purple glans, her moisture oozing from the close-
cropped pubic hair. His hips moved instinctively up towards her
pelvis, easing his throbbing organ deeper into her quivering
pussy. She moved her hand from his mouth, and replaced it with her
own, as she allowed him to fill her completely. The muscles in her
velvet womb began to caress his glistening member more firmly with
each thrust, drawing him deeper and deeper into her moistness, and
she closed her eyes as she drew his gasping lips between her own.
As their mutual ecstasy reached its peak, he brought his hands up
to engulf her soft breasts, her firm nipples pressing firmly
against the palms of his hands in a silent gesture of
encouragement.
His orgasm began to boil from the base of his manhood, as
his hips spasmed in an unconscious effort to thrust more deeply
into her hungry womb. When the first fountain of warm cream
erupted deep within her, she tightened the muscles of her womanhood
around the throbbing invader unmercifully. The second and last
geyser spurted violently from the tip of his pulsing purplish
glans, as his brain became acutely aware that something was not
right in their reproductive regions. When his ball sack
disappeared completely into the warmth of her womanhood, he began
to panic and tried to scream. She bit his lips cruelly as her
muscles tightened from her own fulfilling orgasm, tearing his
genitals slowly and cleanly from their hairy roost. The last thing
he saw was were the bloody remnants of his manhood being drawn into
her dripping pussy with spasmodic muscular contractions, and an
incredibly evil smile on her blood stained lips.
She pulled his body over to one of the floor drains to
allow his life giving blood a clean path to the city sewer, and
showered quickly, leaving the warm water to flow over his
discolored corpse. After dressing and disposing of the remaining
traces of the encounter with a vial of acid, she calmly left the
Spa and strolled out into the sun drenched parking lot.
Beginnings
As she strolled towards her shiny convertible, she felt the
familiar spasms as her highly conditioned body began to reject the
dismembered flesh within her dilating womb. She stepped into the
car gingerly, and began to whistle as the warm air rushed past her;
it was happy song that filled the air with shrill notes. As the
city disappeared behind her, she let her mind wander and
unconsciously began to reflect on the series of events that had led
her to this life of perverse research.
Her childhood had been far from settled; she had been
introduced to abusive sex in her youth by a drunken father and
further demeaned by an apathetic mom. Throughout her childhood,
she had never really been accepted by her peers or classmates, and
eventually turned to sexual experimentation to fulfill her
socialization needs. One night, as she walked home from alone from
the game, she was viciously gang raped by the bulk of the
basketball team who violated every orifice unmercifully before
being leaving her for dead in clump of overgrown bushes. The
entire incident was further insulted when she finally made her way
home by an unbelieving father who immediately raped her and beat
her senseless. It was one of the few times that her mother had
intervened on her behalf. Beyond desperation, she seriously
considered ending her life as she lay sobbing on her bed in the
darkened room.
Yet, unlike those who have endured the life long legacy of
pre-adolescent sexual activity, a glowing orb from the depths of
known universe would intervene, subjecting her to a unique form of
trauma that would set her on an alternate life path of specialized
research The formless aliens, unaware of the emotional battle that
raged within her, abducted her silently from where she lay that
night, and replaced her developing ovaries with engineered organs
that mimicked her gonads in size and shape, but were unable to
produce life. Rather, these artificial ovaries would provide her
with both superior intelligence and physical attributes that would
take years to fully develop. She awoke the following morning with
two minute scars in her abdomen and a small metal cylinder in one
of her frontal lobes, but, aside from some early morning tenderness
around the lips of her hairless pussy, she found herself able to
resume her normal activities with no plausible memory of the alien
encounter.
At first, the changes were subtle and went unnoticed. But
as time passed, her beauty and intelligence began to emerge.
Shunning her life of the past, she one day awoke to her drunken
fathers’ overtures, only to relieve him of his genitals with one
swift and vicious motion. As her hands grasped his swollen
members, she stared directly into his terrified eyes, savoring the
fear in his reddened eyes as the sensitive skin slowly ripped away
cleanly, triggering a fountain of blood that would end eventually
his life. She was entranced by the experience, and became obsessed
with its replication; experimenting with unwitting victims while
conditioning her vaginal muscles to assume the functions her hands
were performing. Over the course of her maturation years, she
emasculated countless nameless victims, committing the sensations
of their trembling bodies and the sight of their terror-filled eyes
to her crystal clear memory.
With time, she sought to perfect the creatures that she had
learned to master so effectively. Upon learning that her male
counterparts were primarily sexually-centered, she sought ways to
improve their reproductive systems; perfecting the exquisite
agonies they would experience while satisfying her continual need
for fulfillment and revenge. She had neutered a multitude of
victims by now, and learned a myriad a ways to eliminate the
remains without a trace while justifying her actions in the name of
scientific research. When her spineless mother succumbed to liver
disease, there no longer seemed any reason for emotional
involvement with this species, and she began to set herself apart
from the human condition with the exception of one of her
successful experiments that held a warm spot in her otherwise cold
heart.
Saliim, the brutish seven-foot Indian eagerly awaited her
arrival at the front door of the sprawling ranch house. She
had “procured” it from one of her financially secure victims, and
partially converted the elaborate interior to a laboratory for her
research. Saliim could easily have posed as a genie in Arabian
folklore, with a bald head, well tanned and muscled body, dark deep
eyebrows and a thick, curly mustache. Yet only she shared his dark
secret; several years ago, during one of the perverted peaks of her
genital experimentation, she had developed a set of genitals by
combining the best attributes of a mule with those of her beloved
dogs. The ensuing appendage surgically replaced his pitifully
underdeveloped birthright, and soon this gentle giant became her
slave for life, able to satisfy her sexually, while heeding her
every beckoning call.
He opened the door for her as the car slid to a stop
directly in front of the entrance. Tossing the keys to him so he
could wash the now dusty car, she quickly strolled into the lab,
and placed the collection tray beneath her legs. Then pulling her
damp underwear aside, she expelled the lifeless male genitals with
a squishing sound and fished around until she recovered the two
life-giving globes. Without ceremony, she dropped the two tortured
gonads into a jar filled with fermented liquid and placed it
gingerly on a shelf next to two dozen jars with similar contents.
She then eased the tray of spongy flesh from between her well toned
legs and strolled to the kitchen to marinate the bloody mass of
spongy meat for the evening meal. There was always something so
satisfying for her when she bit the shriveled glans off of a well
simmered manhood.
Conquests
With the evenings entre marinating, she returned to the lab
and studied her newest experiments secured to their cots in a
partitioned area just off of the main entrance. Saliim had
captured the young lads along with a group of gagged young girls
that were confined in a small cage from the nearby middle school.
She had always preferred working with the younger subjects because
of their resiliency and youthful hormone imbalances that were often
an asset for her continuing research.
Off in a small segregated back room was her crowning
achievement to date; a migrant worker she had found quite by
accident when he was working on a local construction site. Already
quite sufficiently endowed, she had opted to confine her research
to the proven successes of her genetic experiments; injecting his
gonads repeatedly regularly with engineered testosterone which
enhanced his chemically infertile seed with a tranquilizing
effect. Occasionally she would collect his accumulating genetic
serum with a modified milking machine; exchanging it for various
chemicals she required for her continuing experiments from a nearby
sex clinic. The unique relationship with the now highly successful
clinic had been based on a “no questions asked” policy; the only
doctor who had ever questioned her research was invited to a
private viewing, and was never seen again.
On the first young victim, she had surgically skinned the
shaft and replaced the skin with a sheath comprised of tissue from
the glans of several of her more mature victims in an effort to
increase the overall sensitivity of the mangled organ. Once the
underlying skin had reformed around the new nerve endings that she
had meticulously attached to the tiny nerve cord that ran the
length of his penis, the young lad became hypersensitive to touch.
She continued to inject growth hormone into the base of the
affected organ, in hopes that his continued erection would not
eventually destroy the delicate surgery that had taken the better
part of a day to perform. Meanwhile, the hapless youth was in a
state of constant arousal, ejaculating with just the faintest
provocation or breeze - the base of his manhood and ball sack
constantly bathed with his life giving essence.
The next cot contained a silently sobbing youth with a
penile implant that was connected by two fine wire leads to a small
almond shaped electrical accumulator where his left testicle once
rested in the opened scrotum. The smooth silver implant was the
diameter of a standard pencil and about four inches in length
running down the center of the shaft from the base of his glans to
near the base of the continually throbbing penis. The outer skin
of the surgically altered manhood was discolored with hemorrhages
and pockets of dried blood from the rhythmic vibrations produced by
the bio-electric implant. Although the deformed organ remained
continually erect, there was no longer any arousal for the lad as
the nerve endings had long ago become desensitized from the
constant stimulation. He could only listen to the almost silent
hum as his now “dead” penis awaited its final journey to the
marinade of his insensitive captor.
Next to him was confined an overweight and overwrought
experiment with his shaft completely removed with the exception of
a small residual mound of erectile tissue where the glans had been
surgically attached. Although rising a trace over an inch from his
pelvic bone, the stub was in a perfect position to stimulate his
female counterpart without penetration. With any ejaculate outside
their bodies, pregnancy would be virtually eliminated. Meanwhile,
the lad would experience heightened arousal with the increased
pressure supplied by the erectile tissue just beneath the sensitive
crown of his miniature manhood and the direct pressure required to
stimulate his counterpart. His partner was then free to manipulate
her clitoris against him at will, using the smooth yet firm nob as
a tool for both arousal and orgasms without the cumbersome
requirement of fondling and positioning.
On a nearby cot, one of the more bizarre alterations rested
in silent agony, staring at the ceiling without blinking. In an
attempt to mutually increase arousal, she had removed much of the
outer skin of the young mans’ shaft and, after surgically opening
the scrotum and carving out two hollows on opposing sides at the
base of the budding manhood, she carefully stitched the base of the
ball sack to the loose skin left behind by his childhood
circumcision. By insuring the spermatic cords were carefully
positioned along the same route as the delicate neural network at
the base of the redesigned organ, she had created a larger penis
with greater overall sensitivity. Regrettably, the continual
pressure on the two developing gonads left the subject in a
continual state of testicular agony, occasionally succumbing to the
throbbing pressure by lapsing into a self-induced state of
shock.
With continual administration of both growth and
regenerative hormones she monitored the progress of her hapless
victims continually, sadistically enjoying their torment while
using the findings to design future modifications. Once she tired
of a particular subject or experiment, she would often tear the
offending organ from her victim in a moment of frustration, and
leave the twitching body strapped to the cot to spend his final
moments in inescapable futility. At times, she would move her
captive victims into the cage where the females had been stripped,
injected with a strong sexual stimulant, and fitted with sensitive
neural transmitters to monitor their physical responses. Upon
awakening from a drugged sleep, the nubile nymphs would savagely
attack the hapless male victims, often causing far more harm than
their insensitive surgeon. All the while she would sadistically
smile at their mutual plight, the young males fearing for their
lives, while the young girls fearing they could never be satiated.
Often Saliim would watch the orgy with detached arousal, silently
manipulating his huge organ until it would suddenly explode with
geysers of virile puppy cream.
She decided it was time to expose her test subjects to the
ultimate encounters in an effort to measure the clinical success of
her latest surgical efforts. After spraying the cage with a mild
sedative, she summoned Saliim to help her strip the young girls and
place the myriad of tiny sensors on the supple young bodies. The
sensors were carefully positioned on the breasts, buttocks, thighs,
hips, tummies, necks, pubis and scalps of the young girls and
connected by fine titanium wires to a small transmission block
recessed just beneath the base of their scalps. She always loved
this evolution, erotically drawn to those of her same orientation
with a kind of mothering instinct. Often she would pause to savor
their innocence and frailty, moving her delicate fingers into her
own feminine recesses in an erotic display of self-stimulation that
would make Saliim drool in anticipation. Once the external
monitors were initialized and connected to the main-frame computer,
the scientist and her faithful assistant would retire a safe
distance from the cage in anticipation of the impending sexual
frenzy.
Resolutions
They’re wait was not long and they were not disappointed by
the libido of the young girls. They awoke slowly, and slowly shook
off the effects of their slumbers only to become aware of the naked
modified males helplessly restrained and poised to fulfill their
youthful fantasies. For most of the girls this would be their
first encounter with their male counterparts, and they spent long
moments studying their victims before their lust overcame their
logic, and the immersed themselves in the passions of the moments.
Soon grunts punctuated by screams and moans filled the air, as
youthful sweaty bodies collided in a noisy ballet of desire and
torment, pressing the limits of endurance in a drug induced pursuit
of sexual gratification.
As the flurry of sexual activity began to subside, the
battered participants collapsed in satiated exhaustion. The
outcome had been even more dramatic than she had originally
envisioned, as the only remaining male survivor was the overweight
lad with a shaft less penis. He lay gasping like a beached whale
on the outgoing tide, his genitals now shaded in an unnatural
bluish black hue as a silent testimony to the abuse he had
received. A petite naked form lay face down across his thighs, her
body rising slowly to her labored breathing as her smooth white
flanks trembled slightly in a continuing series of exhausted
orgasms. The young man with his surgically relocated testicles,
and the lad with the shaft graft of glans tissue both had bled to
death after their fragile penile tissue was ruptured and torn away
from their recent surgery. Somehow, the victim of the bio-electric
implant had become over stimulated and his neural network rejected
the mechanical apparatus with a brief yet explosive burst of energy
that fried his brain.
The cage floor was covered by the bodies of exhausted
young girls splattered with blood and bodily fluids of their male
victims. It was gruesome yet strangely erotic; and she viewed the
scene of carnage for quite some time before asking Saliim to
dispose of the orgies aftermath. The sperm-laden female survivors
were injected with a massive dose of synthetically engineered serum
that biologically altered their sexual preferences while
effectively clouding their recent memories with a myriad of
disjointed erotic thoughts. Their lifeless naked bodies were then
dumped on the steps of the popular local church with the tattered
remains of a corrupt congressmans’ re-election poster.
She wandered from of the laboratory deep in her private
erotic thoughts and out into the kitchen with the dripping remnants
of male genitals. They would be prepared without marinating;
ground into a fine pulp before being mixed with cracker crumbs and
various seasoning that would eventually be formed into small and
tasty sausages. She began to hum to herself and became so involved
in the food preparation that she was totally unaware of the aliens’
return. The chilling touch on her exposed shoulders suddenly
brought back a flood of long repressed memories, making her freeze
in her tracks and break into a cold sweat.
They did not speak, but their message was quite clear.
They had misjudged this woman, and although they could not replace
her natural child-bearing abilities, they would no longer allow her
to torture or modify the males of her species. Her attempts to
engineer a superior sexual companion had been attempted a
millennium earlier by another similar species light years from this
tiny planet. It had ended in planetary annihilation and bore
stunning similarities to current societal trends.
It had all began when the females began to demand equality
and eventual superiority from their counterparts; repressing their
male partners for the sake of tranquility and species
preservation. In doing so, they dissolved the male motivational
syndrome, reducing them to subservient life forms required to
provide sexual gratification and manual labor. Once they could no
longer provide sexual fulfillment for their female counterparts, a
myriad of genital modifications ensued in a vain attempt to restore
sexual spontaneity. Over several generations, with male identity
gradually dispelled and female domination reaching its zenith, the
birth rate declined precipitously, and petty domination conflicts
sprouted universally from the lack of effective leadership. The
ensuing conflicts and revolts culminated in one major world
conflict that left that world barren and unable to procreate. Soon
thereafter, that species succumbed to its societal breakdown and
was soon overrun by lower life forms who continue to dominate to
this very day.
She felt herself lifted high into the clouds and amidst a
blur of sensations that left her clamoring for some sense of
reality, she drifted into a peaceful calm. She awoke several days
later back in the home of her parents, cringing to the sound of her
drunken father as he verbally debased his subservient wife.
Knowing that she would soon feel the wrath of his frustrations, she
bolted to the closet and hid amongst the cardboard boxes filled
with outgrown clothing that were stowed there. Trembling in fear,
she squeezed her eyes shut, and held her breath, mumbling a silent
prayer for miraculous salvation. She heard her father stagger up
the stair and past her room into the bathroom where she heard him
vomit. She then heard him stagger into the master bedroom and
crash on to the bed. She breathed a sigh of thanksgiving and
quietly slipped beneath the down comforter on her bed. She slipped
her hands down her slim figure which felt strangely different
somehow. As her hands slipped beneath the waistband of her pajamas
she froze. . .she was now a he.