to it.
Set to a slow speed, it will alternately empty and fill her bowels,
rather quickly, as the wheel rotates ’round.
He turned the valve under his hand, then turned the other. No obvious
changes occurred, and only Dodds could know what reactions might be
occurring inside the rubber sculpture.
“Let me explain what I have just done”, he continued. “This tank is
full of nitrous oxide, or laughing gas. The other is filled with pure
oxygen. Automatic timers will switch between the two, alternately
clearing her head and making her higher than a kite, every ten
minutes.
“The nitrous mixture is set thin enough so that she will merely feel
giddy and euphoric, rather than too drowsy. I’ve done this in the past
with several other slaves with great success. It seems to calm them
down in between climaxes, allowing them to recover just slightly. But
today, I intend to outdo myself. We all know that Mandy is very much
multi-orgasmic. Now I intend to see just how many climaxes she can
survive!
“But wait, there’s more, there’s more!” Dodds actually giggled, while
barely managing to not quite sound like a television commercial. He
was really enjoying himself.
“Several months ago, a friend of mine in the medical field heard of a
new anti-depressant drug being tested in Canada. It’s called
Chlomipramine. It worked, more or less, but patients on whom it was
being tested began to complain of excessive sex drive, and spontaneous
orgasms. It would seem the Canadians have stumbled across the world’s
first true aphrodesiac. I have tried it myself, and when taken in
quantity, it’s effects are startling.
“Oh, it’s a bit of a stimulant, although it’s quite harmless really,
but as a side effect, it makes one so randy, so impossibly horny,
everything else takes a back seat until you get satisfaction. When I
first tried it on a slave with whom I was out driving, she nearly
caused a wreck, she was so desperate!
“Mandy was given a largish dose about an hour ago. Its effects will
last about eight hours.
“Naturally, we’ll try to keep Mandy satisfied, although I rather
suspect that will be difficult. Hmm. Well. Let us begin. First the
table.”
He flicked a switch, and once again, the table began to tilt back and
forth.
“Now, the vibrators,” as he set the other toggle, “and the gas.” He
flipped another switch on the respirator equipment. “And finally, her
enema.”
He twisted a dimmer switch on the wall, and the bondage wheel began to
rotate slowly, gradually raising the enema bag.
They all stood transfixed for a moment, no one moving, (though two of
them would have been hard pressed to move in any case) as they looked
on in awe, even Mr. Dodds himself, at what he had done.
A bizarre female form, apparently wrought of polished ebony, grew out
of a solid slab that swung back and forth through almost ninety
degrees. It was a female sculpture, although the artist was obviously
obsessed with sex, for the breasts and mons veneris were exaggerated,
huge rounded things, with small wire leads trailing from them.
Certainly, the artist could be considered avant garde, as the tubing
leading to the sculpture’s mouth was hardly standard on the as-issued
female body. Then too, how did one explain the shifting of shape
…End of the part70. To be continued..