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“The purpose of the obedience testing,” said Dr Kepler, as he led the nude, leashed Courtney down the hospital corridor, “is to ascertain whether your natural feminine obedience to males has reached the healthy point where it outweighs toxic notions of your own rights, dignity, comfort and self-preservation.”
“Yes, Dr Kepler,” said Courtney eagerly. She wanted to go home. “It has, sir.”
“We shall see,” said Dr Kepler, and he led her into a room.
It was painted in clinical white, like the rest of the hospital, and it had a range of tables and tools set up. There were several other people in the room, including two muscular hospital orderlies, who left Courtney in no doubt that they were capable of restraining her.
“First task, Ms Cumsock,” said Dr Kepler once they were in the room. “Beg me to slap your face and tits hard enough to make you cry. Masturbate while you do so. I will slap you until either you cry, or you cum, or I leave a bruise. You are to look at all times delighted to be slapped. You should look like you love being slapped by a man and like it sexually arouses you. If you cry before you bruise or cum, or if you at any time do not look delighted to be slapped, you will fail the test.”
Courtney swallowed. Was he serious? Of course he was; Dr Kepler never joked. He had already done worse than this to her. He truly expected her to beg him to hit her – and then to act like she enjoyed it.
If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be allowed to go home.
She reached down and began fingering her pussy.
Something in her head told her that this was right. She was an animal. She needed to be impregnated. Thoughts about rights and dignity were bad and painful.
“Please, Dr Kepler,” she whined. “Slap me hard enough to make me cry.”
He did, immediately, a backhand directly across her face. Courtney squealed and flinched – but then immediately tried to plaster a happy, slutty look across her face as she looked back at Dr Kepler. She smiled.
He hit her again, in the tits. It would have been a painful blow at the best of times, but with the new deep sensitivity that the drugs had unlocked in Courtney’s fuckmelons, it was agonising.
Courtney couldn’t help it. She started to cry.
“Disgusting,” muttered Dr Kepler. “You will not be going home today, Courtney. But would you like to try the other tests, so you know what to expect?”
She did not. If they were as bad as this, or worse, she wanted nothing to do with them.
But she also wanted to go home. And she would need to master these horrid tests in order to do that.
She nodded, through her tears.
The second test was a cattle prod.
“Shove the end up your cunt,” said Dr Kepler. “Then pull the trigger, ten times, with thirty seconds between each discharge. At the end, we require your cunt to be wet and aroused.”
Courtney managed to get the metal prongs of the horrid thing into her pussy, but pulling the trigger once was all that she managed. The feeling of the electric shock going off inside her private parts was horrible, and it made her lose control of her bladder a little. Without really thinking what she was doing, she yanked the cruel object out of her and threw it across the room.
Dr Kepler made another note.
The third was a table, at the height of Courtney’s chest. She was instructed to rest her breasts on the table, inside a metal frame. There was a row of shallow spikes on the table where she rested her tits. Above her tits hung a heavy stone block, with more shallow spikes along its lower edge. The whole contraption looked a little like a guillotine for her breasts.
“It will not damage you permanently, my dear,” said Dr Kepler. “The points will not break your skin. The majority of the pain will be from the feeling of your udders being crushed, but I assure you that although it will be intensely agonising, you will sustain no permanent damage.”
He put a rope in her hand, and disengaged something on the frame. She could feel that she was now supporting the weight of the heavy stone via the rope.
“Simply raise the stone to its highest point, and then deliberately drop it on your tits, like a good girl,” said Dr Kepler.
Courtney masturbated frantically as she looked at the heavy crushing block suspended above her tits. She just had to drop it – to crush her own fuckbags….
She shook her head. She had already failed the test. There was no reason to hurt herself further.
But Dr Kepler had other ideas. “You really should feel it, my dear,” he said. And with one hand he forced her body tight against the frame, and with the other, he pulled the rope out of her hand, raised the block, and dropped it.
Not just once. But twice. And three times.
Courtney screamed. She had never felt so much pain in her tits. She wished her udders weren’t a part of her, if it would make this pain stop. She felt intensely, immediately guilty for being female, because she knew this pain was only happening to her because she had such giant whorish fuckbags.
And on the third drop of the stone, something else happened to Courtney. She orgasmed.
She hated it. She hated that she had cum like that. She was scared for what it meant for her sexuality – that she had cum from agonising pain in her tits. From being abused and brutalised by a man.
And then the final test was a pair of bowls, set on the floor. One bowl was filled with white milkish fluid. The other had a sandwich.
“You must eat them both, by dear,” said Dr Kepler. “The white fluid is animal semen. It is laced with a drug that will make you feel very pleasant and happy. We want you to lick it up like a cat. The sandwich is also drugged, with something that will make you feel sick and unhappy. I suggest you eat the semen first and then take a moment before eating the sandwich.”
Courtney tried to resist eating from either bowl. She had already failed. But when she did, the orderlies restrained her, and Dr Kepler used a funnel to pour the sperm into her mouth. It tasted disgusting, but she was forced to swallow it all, and as Dr Kepler had predicted, she *did* feel good afterwards. Pleasant, and happy.
They let her sit like that for a while and rub her pussy. And then they made her eat the sandwich.
And the sandwich tasted good – but shortly after she had finished it, her stomach started cramping. They laughed, and let her away by her leash to a toilet, and she spent the next two hours there in utter misery as her body urgently tried to expel the tainted sandwich.
She knew what this was about. Slut food was good. Human food was bad. They were teaching her.
And then it was back to her bed, and her restraints, and the headphones, and the raping. Men would shove their cocks in her and ejaculate, and sometimes Cutie would come by and lick her pussy clean afterwards. And always, the voice in her head would tell her that she was a breeding animal, a womb to be filled, an object for men to ejaculate into.
She cried for a while at the horror of her predicament.
But then she got herself together. She needed to get out of here. And that meant passing Dr Kepler’s horrid test.
So she tried to think about being slapped, and shocking her cunt, and crushing her tits, and drinking sperm, and did her best to associate them with horny thoughts and pleasant feelings in her pussy. She concentrated on them as hard as she could, and she soon found to her delight that she could cum from being raped while thinking about the feeling of her tits being crushed…
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She wasn’t ready to take the test again on the day after her first failure, but they let her practice with two elements. They gave her the cattle prod to shock her cunt with, and they gave her the two meals at dinner time – a bowl of semen, and a poisoned sandwich.
She managed to shock her twat with the prod twice before giving up, and then, given the choice between choosing to eat the food, or being forced, she did her best to cooperate, licking at the sperm like a good little kitten, and then – after a half hour wait, to show her that the semen agreed with her – eating the sandwich, and immediately feeling her stomach cramp.
The next day she didn’t take the test either, and now the food was a delicious-looking beef steak, and a bowl of cum. Again, the cum felt good, and the steak made her painfully nauseous.
They brought her a very similar steak the next morning for breakfast, and Dr Kepler noted with satisfaction that Courtney’s hands began to shake when she reached for it, and that she had trouble cutting herself a small chunk of it. And when she finally put that chunk into her mouth, she immediately and instinctively spat it back out.
“Good girl,” said Dr Kepler. And then he forced her to eat it anyway, even though she was just going to vomit it back up.
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She volunteered to try the tests again on the same day she had the steak for breakfast. She had prepared herself for them. She thought she could beg Dr Kepler to hit her tits and stay smiling, and that she could stay wet for having her cunt shocked.
But to her horror, she discovered that this time the tests were different.
“We are not teaching you to learn tasks, Ms Cumsock,” said Dr Kepler. “We are teaching you to obey the commands of men, instinctively and without thought.”
She was given a metal ball, about the size of a snooker ball. It was attached by a short chain to a clamp on her clitoris. She was told to raise the ball as high as it would go, and look at Dr Kepler, and smile, and then drop the ball, and not allow herself to stop smiling.
“Drop,” said Dr Kepler, as if talking to a dog, and Courtney let go of the ball immediately. But when it reached the end of its tether, and ripped the clamp off her clitoris, Courtney couldn’t keep smiling. Instead, she screamed, and clutched at her pussy.
Dr Kepler shook his head, and made notes.
In the next test, it was Dr Kepler who was shocking Courtney’s twat, and Courtney had to beg for it. Courtney did well here. The wires in her brain crossed on the second zap, as the agony in her pussy and her desire to obey Dr Kepler and go home all got confused, but even though she was in extreme pain and not thinking straight, she managed to keep giggling, and keep asking Dr Kepler to shock her pussy again and again, and after ten zaps Dr Kepler stopped and inspected Courtney’s cunt – and to Courtney’s surprise, it was somehow sopping wet.
Next she was bent over a desk, and her boobs were lowered into a desk drawer.
“Slam the drawer on your tits, hard,” said Dr Kepler. “Masturbate with your free hand as you do. Keep slamming it until you cum.”
Courtney began to cry. She heard herself saying that she wanted to stop – but even as she said that, one hand was rubbing her pussy and the other was slamming her breasts hard into the drawer. It hurt badly, and it made it worse that she was doing it to herself. She heard her own voice tell herself to stop – as if she were two people, and one version of her was hurting the other.
And then, suddenly, blessedly, she was orgasming, and she was allowed to stop.
And then the final test – the bowl of cum, and a small plate of potato chips.
The cum was delicious. But she knew what would happen when she ate the chips. She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t do it. Her body wouldn’t let her. Her hand wouldn’t go near them. She could no more have swallowed a mouthful of those chips than she could have flown to the moon.
Dr Kepler made a note. Then the chips were taken away and replaced by a sandwich. This, too, made her shake with fear, but as she watched, Dr Kepler took out his cock, and masturbated, until he had ejaculated over the sandwich.
“Eat it,” he told her, “or we will force you.”
She was terrified, but the cum smelt good. And when she took a big bite, nothing happened. It wasn’t poisoned.
She knew that she was being trained, that the sandwich had *always* been clean and untainted, whether Dr Kepler had masturbated on it or not. But the lesson still sank in. Clean food tasted like cum. Food without cum was poison.
“You didn’t pass, Ms Cumsock,” said Dr Kepler. “But you did do better. If you can just learn to smile through the pain like the docile cow we want you to be, then you will do much better. Perhaps on your next attempt.”
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But before her next attempt, something else happened.
Because the next morning, when she pissed on her pregnancy test, it showed a positive result.
Courtney was knocked up.
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