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Our New Life Part 5: Realization By Charli The machines attached to Roberta and I had just shut down once more when I heard the door open. The overhead lights came on, bathing the room in brilliant light. I could hear the sharp click of two pairs of high heels on the tile floor. Our Mistresses were not in the limited view of my mirror but I could follow their progress across the room by sound. I could see relief in Roberta's eyes. I felt immense relief that what was being done to my body would now end. I'd no idea of what to expect next but it had to be an improvement. I would soon learn that was something I should never assume. Two pair of hands came into view and began working with the frames over Roberta's face and chest. In a few moments the frame holding the dildo poised at her mouth was removed. Then the one supporting the cylinders attached to her breasts was taken away. The vacuum holding the cups covering her breasts was released allowing them to be removed. They released the clamps holding her mask and took it away, allowing me to see her beautiful face. She was drenched in perspiration and her hair was wet and stringy but she was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. She smiled at me. I could hear them working out of my sight and I could tell they were working to remove the other structures and dildos that were attached lower on her frame. After a few minutes her eyes widened and I saw her chest rise as she took in a deep breath. An odd look passed over her face. Something had been done to her that I couldn't see. I heard Mistress Laura's voice. "All right Roberta, your friend is locked back inside you so you can tell Charli good morning now." Roberta seemed to be straining in some way and then I heard her voice, "Good morning Charli. I hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did." Something was very odd. Her lips were out of sync with her voice, like an old movie or something. Her voice had an unnatural sound too, almost like a recording. Her expression was also strange. I had the impression there was much more she was trying to tell me. I could see the open hole of her trach so there was no way she could actually be speaking. At least I didn't think she could. Giggles erupted from out of my sight. I heard Mistress Carol say, "Roberta, you can do much better than that." The same words came from Roberta again. This time her lips matched the words but I was certain I was hearing a recording and not her actually speaking to me. I didn't know just what I was hearing but assumed they had some arrangement that allowed her to use pre-recorded messages. I wanted an explanation but none was forthcoming. Nothing more was said by anyone. Mistress Carol produced a different penis gag and when she held it up Roberta opened her mouth wide. It was shaped like a short but very fat penis with a tube and squeeze bulb attached. She placed it in Roberta's mouth. She secured it with a heavy metal band that went around Roberta's head and had a pad at the back. The band had a screw on the front that she threaded into the base of the gag and then pumped up the gag until Roberta's cheeks bulged out. It must have completely filled her mouth. She disconnected the tube and pump. They pushed Roberta's frame away from me and I could see Mistresses Laura and Carol now. They placed the positioning frame and Roberta in the middle of the room where I could see everything in my mirror. All of the attachments had been removed except the ones that held Roberta in place. Our Mistresses were dressed in normal attire now, slacks and blouses. Mistress Carol came toward me and disappeared at the side of my Iron Lung. I heard one on the side ports open and felt the pressure inside change. Then I felt the coolness of an alcohol wipe and the prick of an injection. The port was closed again. She came into my view again and then they both put on the gloves that I had discovered the night before made their touch very uncomfortable. They rotated the inner frame holding Roberta within the circular outer framework until she was in a head up vertical position. Mistress Carol disappeared into the side room and returned with a wire mesh apparatus of some sort. It looked like it would cover a person's upper torso and head completely. It was made in a front and back half and as I watched she separated the two halves. Mistress Laura undid the clamps holding the front portion of the restraint shell over Roberta's chest and removed it. Then she released some fasteners at the sides holding the rear portion of the restraint to the frame and removed it. Mistress Carol placed a collar around Roberta's neck with a tube that went into her trach and protruded a couple of inches out from it. It also had another small tube with a squeeze pump on the end that she squeezed a few times. Mistress Laura removed the bowl shaped headrest behind Roberta's head and immediately Mistress Carol placed the back portion of this new mesh shell behind Roberta and clamped it to the side rails of the inner frame. Roberta's head, shoulders and upper torso were nestled in the shell. Mistress Carol put a clip like swimmers use over Roberta's nose. The she placed the front portion over Roberta and fastened numerous latches to lock the 2 pieces together locking Roberta inside. The tube stuck out through a small hole in the mesh at the front of her neck. One at a time, they released each of the metal bands holding Roberta's arms, legs and waist, removed the padding between the bands and her flesh and then re-locked each one. They were obviously preparing her for some new ordeal but I couldn't imagine what. They rotated Roberta and her inner frame until she was horizontal, facing up. Now Mistress Laura pulled one of the overhead hoists along its track until it was right over Roberta. It had 4 cables dangling from it that she attached them to the corners of the frame holding Roberta. She activated the hoist control and the cables shortened until they were all taut. Mistress Carol loosened and released the fittings that held the inner frame to the circular outer frame and soon Roberta, securely fastened in the steel inner frame, was hanging from the hoist. They pushed her across the room to the door that ran all the way to the ceiling. I had noticed it the night before when I first saw the room. The track seemed to continue through the doorway. They came back to me and moved my Iron Lung a little so the door was centered in my mirror. Then they went back to Roberta and opened the door. The track did continue into the next room. I couldn't see the whole room but I could see white tiled walls and a large stainless steel tank beyond the door. It looked like the type of Jacuzzi you'd see at a physical therapy center. Large enough for someone to stretch out completely or more to the point, large enough to take Roberta and the frame she was attached to. They pushed and pulled her through the doorway and positioned her in front of the Jacuzzi tank. They gathered up some hoses whose other ends were attached out of my sight. The free ends I could see were then attached to Roberta. They attached one to the tube coming from her trach and the others to fittings on her chastity panties. Two were attached to fittings that must have been attached to her vaginal plug and two more to her anal plug. Four more were attached to fittings on the sides of her panties, two on each side. The Mistresses disappeared from my view and I heard the sound of pumps and bubbling water begin. I saw one of their hands appear holding a plastic bottle and pour some of the bottle's contents in the tank. Mistress Laura came into view and used the hoist control to lift Roberta above the height of the tank rim. She pushed her over the tank and then lowered her out of my sight into it. I was thinking of Roberta but other sensations were competing for my attention. I was beginning to regain the ability to move, or at least try to move within my bonds. I wondered if the shot I had felt being administered had brought this about. I found I could blink and move my eyes. I could move my tongue now and facial movement was coming back. My improving condition must have been noticed because I saw Mistress Laura approaching me and she took a strap attached under my headrest and secured it tightly around my forehead. I had been just about been ready to try moving my head. A soon as she secured the strap around my forehead she produced another strap from under the headrest that had a familiar friend attached, a penis gag. It was soon filling my mouth and its strap further secured my head in position. I was surprised that I could still breathe through my mouth. The gag had an opening through it to allow the passage of air. Mistress Carol joined her and they stood at the head of my Iron Lung where I could see them both. Mistress Carol was the first to speak, "Roberta is in the cleaning tank. She is being bathed, internally as well as externally. The whole process is automated. We can't bathe you until she is finished so we'll take this time to milk you and ask some questions you need to answer for us. Blink once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?" The suction pulling on my breasts and cock had never eased but at that very moment my electrical stimulation and internal vibration began again. It didn't start lightly but at a high level and I clinched my eyes closed at the shock to my body. Mistress Laura said lightly, "Apparently she understands. She's probably beginning to understand a lot." "Undoubtedly," replied Mistress Carol. Mistress Carol continued, "Did you orgasm last night Charli?" One blink. "Did you ejaculate?" Two blinks. "Good. Did you orgasm more than once?" One blink. "A lot more than once?" One blink. "20 times?" One blink. "More than 20 times?" One blink. "A lot more than 20 times?" One blink. "Did you feel like you were a woman?" One blink. "Did that feeling go away at some time?" One blink. "Did you orgasm after it went away?" Two blinks. "Was your stimulation pleasant after that?" Two emphatic blinks. They looked at each other and smiled. Mistress Carol said, "It looks like the drug works even better than we hoped it would. It's probably liberating her inner desires. Maybe we can move her along quicker. I'm glad Helen has one ready so soon for her." Mistress Laura said, "We may have created a nympho." They had and I wanted to tell them all about it. It was terrible not being able to share my feelings with them. They didn't need to make it unpleasant for me to experience sexual stimulation as a man. I didn't need to be conditioned. They could just go ahead and make the physical changes to me the way they had Roberta and I would be deliriously happy. They just stood and watched me as the stimulation aroused me again. I erupted in a violent orgasm and ejaculation. Full movement had returned by then and I struggled and writhed against the straps holding me. It was a powerful orgasm but I didn't derive pleasure from it, only release. The electrical current didn't ease but increased in strength along with the vibrations inside me and against my prostate. Within only a couple of minutes I ejaculated again. Absolutely no pleasure and not even a feeling of release that time. The electrical current caused my muscles to contract violently and I felt like I was in the grasp of some awful monster and my semen was being squeezed from me. I looked in the mirror over my head and there wasn't one monster but two, smiling at me and whispering to each other. I couldn't understand why they were doing this to me. I wanted what they said was their ultimate goal for me. I wanted to be controlled and to be transformed into a woman. I wanted the surgery that would make me as anatomically female as possible. They didn't have to brainwash or torture me into desiring that I lose my maleness, my manhood. I tried to analyze their motivation for what they were doing to me but I couldn't make any sense of it. After the initial generalized description of their plans for me nothing was explained. This was only the beginning of many months of confusion and bewilderment. I would be stimulated in some form so much of the time that rational analysis was impossible. I could only concentrate on the things being done to my body. Some of the things were extremely pleasant and made me euphoric but most were just the opposite. I was to spend most of my time in a state of unimagined torment and desperate about the hopelessness of the situation I had willingly placed myself in. I was forced to ejaculate about 10 times before the stimulation was finally stopped. 'Milked' was an appropriate term. I felt completely drained and empty. The extraordinary feelings I had delighted in during the night were but a faint and distant memory. The Mistresses had left me and were removing Roberta from the cleaning tank. They removed all the hoses attached to her and then pushed her dripping body and the frame that held it fast back out in into the room. They reinstalled her in the positioning frame. They positioned several large blowers in front and back of her and turned them on. I could breathe normally now but was allowing the Iron Lung to do it for me. I had tensed all my muscles against the straps holding me and it felt like I had full muscle control. I thought of resisting whatever they had planned for me next. From the way I saw them handle Roberta and the way they had treated me the night before I knew I probably wouldn't have the opportunity but I decided to watch for a chance. If I could just explain to them that they didn't have to torture me. I was prepared to try and regain some control over my existence and what was being done to me. If nothing else I would just talk to them and negotiate my treatment. Then they turned their attention to me. Mistress Carol attached a hose and bulb pump to my gag and proceeded to inflate the gag inside my mouth. It stretched my jaws wide open as they would possibly go. It filled my mouth completely. My cheeks bulged out painfully and gag conformed to the inside of my mouth perfectly. My tongue was pressed tightly against the floor of my mouth. She removed the strap holding the gag. This was my chance to talk to them and protest my treatment. I tried in vain to spit the gag out. It wouldn't budge. Mistress Carol noticed what I was trying to do and smiled as she gave the bulb a few more squeezes. The pressure inside my mouth increased as the gag lodged itself even more securely. She disconnected the hose from the gag. It didn't deflate. My Iron Lung was turned off. Mistress Carol released the clamps it closed and she and Mistress Laura rolled the head plate and the cot containing me from the body of the Iron Lung. I couldn't see what was going on the other side of the head plate but I felt the suction on my breasts and cock release. They removed the suction domes from my breasts. I felt something hard and cold slide under the small of my back. Something else, also hard and cold, was slipped under my back just below my shoulder blades. None of the straps holding me were released and the harness and tube containing my cock and balls was left in place. Mistress Laura loosened the clamps holding the collar around my neck and stretched it to enlarge the opening. She tightened the clamps to hold it so my head would fit through the opening. She removed the strap over my forehead. Then she and Mistress Carol slid the cot down until my head passed through the opening in the collar. Mistress Laura had supported my head with one hand and then slid a pillow behind my head to support it. It was almost a relief to be able to see more than the end of the Iron lung just below my chin and whatever was reflected in the mirror above my face. I say almost because one of the hoists was positioned immediately above me. Hanging from cables below the hoist was a new piece of equipment, another framework made of polished metal. The frame hanging above me was plainly meant for my body. There was a long central bar that looked to be about the same length as my height. It was about 2 inches square and supported at each end by 2 cables attached to short crosspieces. Along the length of the bar were other short crosspieces that looked like they could be slid along the length of the bar. Four of them, at the end toward my feet, had metal cuffs attached at the undersides of their ends. The top one had the metal cuffs at the ends and then another smaller cuff on the outside of the large cuffs. Further up were two longer crosspieces. They each curved down at the sides and looked about the right size to go around the sides of my torso. They also had metal cuffs on the outside of the sections that curved downward. At the end above my head was a single cuff. Heavy hinges and latches were visible on all the cuffs. They were all solid metal with rolled edges and no padding. At the end of the center bar, right above my mouth, was a large screw. The screw was pointing straight down at my mouth. It was apparent that soon my body would be installed in the frame hanging above me. Would it be more accurate to say the frame be installed on my body? What difference did it make? It was clear to me that I would truly be restrained as they had said. I would be restrained much more securely than I had imagined possible. My only hope at resistance would be while they were transferring me from one device to another. I thought that maybe if I didn't just meekly allow myself to be locked in the various items they had for me they would reconsider and give me some freedom. While I was studying the frame over me and thinking about how to resist them Mistress Carol appeared with an electric razor and began to shave me. She was wearing the familiar gloves and every time she touched my skin it was a rough and stinging sensation. My head was free and I turned it a little to give her better access to my right cheek without having to touch me to turn my head. My balls were immediately gripped in excruciating pain. It felt like they were being squeezed in a vice as powerful electrical current flowed through my scrotum. The pain stopped after a few seconds. I jerked my head up to see what was happening and who had done this too me. The pain hit me again, even stronger this time. I heard Mistress Laura's voice, "Charli, what makes you think you can move your head around and gawk like some tourist just because your head is unrestrained? Neither of us gave you permission to move. We've been lenient with you so far but that is at an end. You will be severely punished for any and all unauthorized actions." The pain stopped again and I lay motionless. I was afraid to even blink. The realization that it was already too late for any form of resistance overwhelmed me. The full impact of the predicament I had allowed myself to be put in was now evident. This was no little bondage game. This was real and they had full control of every iota of my being. I had felt apprehension before but that was replaced with real fear now. Mistress Carol continued to shave me and Mistress Laura stood at the very limit of my vision beside the control panel on the side of the Iron Lung body. Her finger rested lightly on a switch. I knew that the slightest increase in pressure on that switch would send more unspeakable agony through my groin. I trembled with the effort of not moving a muscle. Mistress Carol finished shaving me and then they lowered the frame down to my body. They repositioned a few of the sliding fittings on the central bar. Then they opened all of the cuffs and lowered it all the way down. The screw that had been so obvious right over my face was screwed into the base of the penis gag filling my mouth. The top cuff was locked around my neck. I felt the pressure against my back as the two hard pieces I had felt them slide under me were locked to the crosspieces that went across and around my waist and chest. The cuffs I had seen on their outer sides were locked around my arms. I felt them locking the four sets of lower cuffs around my legs. Finally my wrists were locked in the cuffs attached to the two cuffs locked around my upper thighs. All the cuffs were positioned so that they didn't have to remove any of the straps holding me to the cot to lock me to the metal framework. Even if I had been able to overcome the fear of more pain I had no chance to resist in any way. They quickly removed all the straps and hoisted me off the cot. I hung in mid air locked in the structure of steel bars and cuffs. The cuffs weren't extremely tight around my limbs and torso. They were just snug but the feeling of restraint combined with the Mistresses ability and willingness to cause extreme pain was overwhelming. My restraint had been complete when they strapped me to the wheelchair and cot but this was a completely different feeling. I knew for certain now that I was entirely under their control I would never again be given the opportunity to manage my own life. I had missed whatever chance I had. They pushed and pulled me across the room, the hoist sliding easily along its overhead track. They maneuvered me through the same doorway they had taken Roberta through. The gag securely lodged in my mouth and screwed to my restraint frame prevented all movement of my head but a remarkable feature of the room allowed me to see almost everything. The ceiling was covered with mirror tiles. At first I couldn't divert my gaze from the reflection of my own body locked in the steel restraint frame hanging from the hoist. I finally began to take note of the other items the room contained. It was dominated by the large cleaning tank. It was full of water to within about a foot of the top. Other equipment was on carts and several shelves along the walls on either side of the tank. I recognized another Bennett Positive Pressure Respirator but most of the machines were new to me. They all had controls and gauges and hoses of varying size running from them. More hoses were coiled and hanging from hooks on the walls. A large stainless steel cabinet was immediately alongside the tank. It had many drawers and two large doors at the top. There was a large stainless steel sink but no toilet. I'd seen Roberta lowered into the water filled tank and felt sure I would undergo the same fate soon. I didn't fear for my safety. They seemed very conscientious about keeping us safe but our comfort or discomfort was unquestionably a different story. Mistress Carol removed the large tube from around my cock and then the jockstrap harness that had held my balls. She went to the cabinet and Mistress Laura withdrew the dildo from my ass. She first attached a hose to it with yet another pump bulb on it. This time instead of pumping something up she opened the small valve and deflated the ring holding the dildo firmly inside me. With my legs held tightly together it still didn't come out easily. Mistress Carol had taken several items from the cabinet. One was a large red rubber tube with some sort devices on one end. Smaller short hoses ran from that end to smaller pump bulbs. She lubricated the end with some jelly from a tube and then raised the hoist until I was at about the height of her head. She reached under me and I felt the tip of the tube slide into my ass. It went in easily and as soon as it was deep within me she began pumping the two small bulbs. I felt the inflatable rings expanding on both sides of my sphincter. This was a familiar feeling from my visit to her office. She had just sealed a Bardex catheter in me. While she was working behind me I saw Mistress Laura take a Foley catheter from a drawer in the cabinet. As soon as Mistress Carol was through with the Bardex they lowered me. Now I watched and felt Mistress Laura catheterize me with the Foley. My bladder was full from the night. She had a drainage bag attached to the Foley and as soon as it was deep inside my bladder I felt my urine flow from me and watched the bag fill. Mistress Carol was at the cabinet and I watched her remove another piece of equipment that was new to me. It consisted of a glistening metal curved band and what looked a lot like a hard protective athletic cup. The cup was made of a different material and was black. It was also much larger than any athletic cup I had ever seen. There were several fittings of some kind on each side of the cup and a wire also ran from it. She fed the end of the tube attached to my Bardex through a hole in the longer end of the band and my Foley tube through a hole with a rubber grommet in the cup. Then she fastened that end of the band to the back of the metal band around my waist and brought the rest of it up between my legs. It was narrower where it passed between my legs. She made sure my cock and balls were nestled inside the cup and then attached the other end of the band to the front of my waistband. It was tight through my crotch but there was plenty of room for me inside the cup. The edges of the cup were soft where they touched my body. Mistress Laura had gone to the cabinet herself and she had another contraption for me. It looked like a bra at first. Closer examination showed it to be a pair of breast cups. They were made of the same black material as the cup enclosing my cock and balls. These were much larger than the clear ones I had worn overnight. A wide black band connected them and would wrap around me. Shoulder straps completed the bra look. Wires ran from each cup and joined together into a single wire. There was a fitting at the apex of each cup and several more around their base. Mistress Laura held the cups over my breasts while Mistress Carol fastened the strap around my chest and the ones over my shoulders. It was tight and edge of the cups felt soft against my chest wall. They began attaching all the hoses and wires leading from me to various machines on the shelves and carts on either side of the cleaning tank. It only took them a few minutes to get me completely connected. Mistress Carol turned on one of the machines. She adjusted the controls and I felt my bladder being filled. There was fluid flowing through the Foley into me. After a few minutes, before the pressure became uncomfortable, I felt the flow reverse and begin to empty me. She went to another machine and after she turned it on I felt the Bardex filling my bowels. It was filling them as my bladder was being emptied. A few minutes passed and the actions reversed again and my bladder was being filled again as my bowels were sucked empty. Mistress Laura placed a clip over my nose like to one I saw them put on Roberta. Mistress Carol went to the Bennett Respirator and turned it on. Air flowed into my lungs through the penis gag filling my mouth. My breathing was being controlled by a machine again. The tubes from the cups containing my cock, balls and breasts were all attached to the same machine and now she turned it on. Cold fluid flooded my groin and breasts. The fluid built up in the cups and the pressure increased. When they were full the pressure of the fluid began to pulsate. It felt almost like the fluid was being agitated inside the cups. On my breasts the sensation was strongest on my nipples. At my groin my cock and balls felt like they were in a miniature washing machine. Mistress Laura surprised me by speaking. "Your breasts and genitals are being conditioned with a special fluid. It softens the skin and increases its elasticity. It will also increase the surface sensitivity. The fluid is electrically conductive. Electrical stimulation opens the pores and makes the treatments more effective. We just want to warn you before we commence the electrical part of the treatment that it will probably be uncomfortable in your groin. There is much less surface area in contact with the fluid there than at your breasts so the feeling will be much stronger. As your skin becomes more accustomed to the electrical stimulation the current will have to be increased. In addition as the lotion increases the sensitivity of your nerve endings the sensations will become stronger. This is not punishment. Your skin conditioning is necessary because we've found out we may be able to accelerate some of our plans for you. The negative feelings to your cock and balls will be beneficial for you in the long run." "This treatment session will be short this morning and we'll only be bathing the rest of your body. You have a fitting session later this morning so we don't have much time. After this your treatments will be several hours long. The cleaning tank will also have a mild depilatory solution added that will remove all your body hair and retard its re-growth." Mistress Carol added, "We are monitoring your cardio- pulmonary functions so don't worry. We won't do more to you than you can safely withstand." The fear I was already feeling was instantly replaced with full-blown terror. They had just told me they were going to torture me but not to worry. It was for my own good and I wouldn't die. Everything else I had seen and heard came together and added to my terror. The realization finally came to me that what they had in mind for me was nothing like I had envisioned. Roberta had no more freedom than I and they had told me she was almost through with her training. They hadn't transformed her to live her life as a submissive woman or even a totally subservient female slave. She was nothing but a plaything to be tortured or pleasured at their whim. She had no life beyond what they allowed. They allowed only sexual pleasure to the extreme of being tortured or physical pain. I wanted to be a woman and I wanted to be controlled but not to the extreme level they had planned for me. I didn't want to be their lesbian toy. They weren't even going to use me as a sex toy. They got their pleasure from watching machines pleasure and torture their subjects. I began struggling in my steel bonds. I had to get free from them. Mistress Carol laughed and said, "See what happens when you try to show a slave a little kindness. Never tell them what to expect." She went to the machine she had attached the wires from my groin and breast cups to. She turned a large dial clockwise. She turned on a switch and a red light glowed on a front panel. I only had a split second to anticipate the results of her action. Excruciating pain gripped my groin and chest. It was much worse than I had felt to my balls earlier. I screamed into my gag and struggled more furiously. Mistress Laura's voice said, "It's hopeless Charli. Don't fight the inevitable." Mistress Carol turned the knob further to the right and my already unbelievable agony increased. A dark shadow seemed to envelop me and welcome unconsciousness came. To be continued...