Sarah at the Center 02: Demo

A Demonstration.

Sarah stood at attention in one of the training rooms, legs wide but slightly bent, mittened hands behind her head. She could feel her hair had grown long enough to become soft again. She was furious at the sight in front of her.

Dr. Cruz leaned against the wall behind her, arms crossed, silently observing.

Sanchez sat naked on the circular mattress in the center of the room, legs outstretched, arms propping him up from behind, eyes closed. Straddling him was Dr. Cruz's female assistant, sinuously working her hips, circling, undulating and rocking away. Her eyes were closed too as she serviced the young officer, her body glistening with sweat. A very tall dirty-blonde woman wearing a faded cotton tie-dye dress with bangles on her wrists and ankles sat on the edge, coaching and observing.

"Marvellous!" praised Sanchez. "She feels absolutely fantastic," he gasped.

"She can keep you on the verge of coming for several hours," informed the other woman. She turned to the working female, "Match his breathing. Feel the tension in his lower belly as you milk the cock!" The target of Sarah's ire grunted and nodded.

Sanchez opened his eyes. "Can other women learn this?" he asked, then gasped.

"Every woman is the vessel of feminine sexual power, it's only a matter of teaching her to let it possess her and flow out of her gate," said the observer sagely.

Sanchez nodded at Sarah. "What about her? She's been particularly recalcitrant during her time here," he explained, then grunted. "She obeys well enough, but our methods aren't getting through to her. Her attitude is starting to affect the other patients. Can you help us?" he asked, before closing his eyes and groaning again.

The tall woman shrewdly studied Sarah and followed her gaze to Sanchez and smiled. She looked back at Sarah, who gave the woman her best look of defiance. It was a challenge, a dare.

"Esteban, take 73 away for a bit," she said. Dr. Cruz walked to the bed as his assistant left Sanchez to kneel at the foot of the bed. Dr. Cruz clipped a leash to 73's collar and led her from the room. Sanchez crossed his legs, still hard and erect, eyeing the tall woman curiously.

"Turn off the cameras, please. I don't want this recorded. You may leave the sound," she said to Sanchez. He nodded and grabbed his tablet nearby and tapped a few commands, then looked at the woman to confirm her wishes. Now it was only the three of them in the room.

The tall woman got up and unslung her bag, placing it on the bed. She walked over to Sarah, who straightened and stared straight ahead. The tall woman glided around Sarah to inspect her posterior. Sarah's nostrils picked up the trace of a strong perfume. Soft, but firm hands grasped Sarah's wrists and lowered them down to her sides, before sliding up her arms to gently roll her shoulders back. Sarah inhaled and sighed at the release of tension. Fingers danced down Sarah's back and spine. She winced as they stopped on a welt or bruise.

"Is she stupid or does she love being beaten?" asked the tall woman. Sarah stuck up her nose indignantly.

Sanchez chuckled. "Quite the opposite. She's very intelligent. She frustrates the trainers who use too much physical discipline. I've reprimanded them. I don't tolerate abuse. We are committed to helping these cunts become the best women Texas has to offer, but we're failing this one. Can you do something?" Hearing this, Sarah enjoyed a small sense of satisfaction in her resistance and her tormentors' admonishment.

The tall woman grasped Sarah's hips and narrowed her stance until Sarah stood naturally. Then the woman floated around to face her. She examined Sarah, fingertips running down her chest, breasts and thighs. Sarah ignored the woman's touch. Whatever abuse or pain the woman had planned, Sarah would endure it just to prove to Sanchez she couldn't be broken.

The tall woman placed her hands on Sarah's shoulders and drew close to her. "My poor little slut, it's so obvious," she cooed knowingly in Sarah's ear. Something in the tone sent chills down Sarah's spine. "Men are such fools. I'll give you what you desire, but you must pay the price. After this you must learn to beg him for it."

She captured Sarah's chin and tilted her head. The woman closed her eyes and kissed Sarah, parting her lips with her tongue. Sarah started, puzzled, but accepted the kiss, as worse things had been done to her. The woman held the kiss with the lightest of contact. Sarah felt the warm breath from the woman's nostrils heat the air between them and she inhaled the woman's strange perfume. They stood together for a moment, then the woman stepped back, smiling. Sarah felt lightheaded and the room lights grew bright. The woman took her mittened hand and drew Sarah stumbling to the bed, as if in a trance.

"Get on the bed on all fours," instructed the woman. Sarah obeyed. She found herself nearly on Sanchez lap. He was still naked with his thick erection bouncing comically as she crawled on the bed. Sarah had an sudden urge to take him in her mouth. She had been used by most of the officers of the Institute, and put in public relief booths, but as far as she knew Sanchez had never taken her. The thought of him ignoring her filled her with fury, clearing the haze over her mind and she arched her back to stare back at him defiantly, almost daring to hit him with a mitten-covered hand.

A light spank on her buttocks startled Sarah. "Now, now," said the woman. "I completely agree he shouldn't have put that disgusting mess of metal and plastic inside you. I would think the collar is enough. But he IS your master, isn't he?" asked the woman. Sarah clenched her fingers in her mittens in a silent, powerless, response. Her helplessness made her wet. Meanwhile Sanchez alternated looking at Sarah's body and face, seeking some clue about what was to happen.

"This is how you tame a slut," the woman declared. She gripped and jerked Sarah's collar. "Not with silly rules," she said. Her hand ran down Sarah's back, over her bruised shelf. "Not through pain," the tall woman continued. Sarah felt the hand travel down her thigh to the sole of her foot. "But like this," she finished. Sarah felt the woman push her thumb into a tender spot at the center of her heel and then Sarah cried out in surprise, eyes closing, scrunching her shoulders and bending her back as the first orgasm rushed through her body, overwhelming her resistance.

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Sanchez still sat naked on the bed, his member now soft. He stared in awe at the tall dirty blonde as she wiped her hands, humming as she cleaned and put away her tools.

Sarah lay curled up in a fetal position on the bed, wide-eyed and shuddering. Her skin was scalding hot, and flushed, hair soaked with sweat. Sarah's teeth chattered and her heart wouldn't stop pounding in her chest. Her breasts were covered with red bloches and her nipples were painfully hard. She could only take small tiny breaths as she lay small in a puddle of drenched sheets.

The aftershocks kept coming, terrible tidal waves of pleasure welling up from the very core of her feminine being. They caused her to throw her head back in a silent scream, voice long since hoarse from screaming, arching her back while her body went rigid and shook. Only when the climax ceased could she curl up and breath again, desperately praying for unconsciousness before the next orgasm hit.

"What?... How did you?... I've... I've never seen anything like that," said Sanchez in wonder, sounding like a little boy. He had actual tears in his eyes.

The woman smiled and deftly slipped something between Sarah's legs. Sarah cried out, stiffening and convulsing, gurgling as a gush of fluid poured from her. The woman neatly caped the small vial and handed it to Sanchez.

"Here," she said sweetly. "Pure female sexual essence. It's best to collect it after her first spending. It's more pure."

"What do I do with it?" he asked, staring at the small bottle.

"You make an elixir of youth, a love potion, or perhaps you keep it to remind you what she is capable of," the tall woman suggested. "But maybe you should forget her and get another. She is rather plain."

"No, she is the most amazing thing I have ever seen," breathed Sanchez. "Can you teach others to do that? We can give you a contract or if you need us to do something for you?"

Another aftershock hit and Sarah flopped like a stranded fish, unable to control herself.

The tall woman shook her head, "I don't need anything, but you can do something right now." She motioned at Sarah, "Her gate is stuck open."

"What do you need us to do?" asked Sanchez, concern on his face for the woman in the throes of another orgasm aftershock. He wondered at this point whether she might need medical attention. "We can take her to the infirmary or airlift her if needed."

The woman laughed and sat next to Sanchez, "Nothing like that, we just need to give her some masculine energy to balance her."

"How do we do that?" He asked.

The woman turned Sarah around and rolled her on her back. She grabbed Sarah's ankles and threw the girl's legs apart. Another aftershock hit and Sarah's hips wagged back and forth in front of Sanchez, offering her gaping wet and swollen sex in lewd invitation.

"Silly boy!" said the woman. "She's your woman now."

The woman reached out and gently cupped Sanchez's testicles. She circled his shaft and stroked the head with her thumb. Sanchez groaned as he came erect almost instantly. The woman's touch was magic.

The woman bent to whisper directly into the man's ear. "Now fuck her."