The Judgment, My Femdom Sentence: Eric Blue LLC (Scars of the Whip Training Book 6) by Peter Martin

Author:Peter Martin [Martin, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Eric Blue LLC
Published: 2014-06-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11 - I Am Donated to Science

"Now that today's session is complete," Miss Vegas, my personal trainer, said, "You are to report to the infirmary. I understand you are becoming someone's science project."

I had come to expect the women of the Morton Prison to know what was in store for me before I did. I was continually surprised by what would happen in my cellblock, my work assignment or my training. Often, however, I would return from a newly designed session only to hear my cellblock Mistresses talking about a new punishment that was going to be added to my pending slate at the punishment unit.

I nodded my head in acceptance, curtsied, and walked to the infirmary. I was afraid the new trip to the infirmary meant trouble. I remembered my being the center of attention in the infirmary's theater. Could my wife have signed me up for some new treatment under development at Morton?

I signed my number on the blackboard as required and took a place in line, standing on one of the X's marked on the floor. It was not long before 52-409 appeared through an interior door.

"82-183," 52-409 said. "Dr. Hazel has left instructions on what I must do to ready you for her."

I was taken to an examining room where I was chained by wrist manacles that held my arms tightly above my head. 52-409 then placed a pair of cuffs on my ankles and used a spreader bar to force my feet about a yard apart. I felt like my own weight was stretching my body in four directions. I could not move to resist whatever they had planned and I guess that was the intention.

I felt like I was being prepared to face a powerful new insult to my body. The penile and testicular implants had made my life miserable. I was routinely made to feel an enhanced desire for sex while the chastity belt prevented any hope of my even touching my penis for satisfactions.

The testicular implants were designed to deliver pain, searing pain. With this weapon, the women of Morton had my life totally in their control. The changes they had made to my digestive and intestinal tract made me suffer the pains of pregnancy without the life giving abilities a woman had naturally.

"Your wife has donated your semen to science, 82-183, and that means a change in your status," the doctor said as she entered the examining room. "You no longer have to keep that thick milk of yours to yourself."

My mind went wild. I was going be allowed to jack off! It had been so long since I had ejaculated, I knew I must have a gallon of thick milky fluid built up inside.

It was Rule 12, I thought, that forbade it. My wife had sent me here to suffer it. Was there hope? Had she had a change of heart? Maybe my life would start changing for the better.

"I am going to insert this device into your body. You may feel some major pain, but it will allow your semen to be used in stem cell research.

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