Chapter 5 - Fresh Meat
"Behold, our latest arrivals, student protesters fresh from Tianenmen
Square. Unwittingly, these students have just signed up for our Female
Re-education course. Of course, to be admitted to the Blushing Blossom Centre,
each of these lovely young women must have a sponsor, a trusted Party member to
report to when they are released, someone who will supervise them closely and
guide them intimately."
Dr. Chan gestured at the row of naked co-eds, each floating in her own glass
sensory-deprivation tank. Tethered spread-eagled, their young faces completely
covered by the breathing masks, blinders and earmuffs, each was completely shut
out from the world. Protruding obscenely from between parted thighs, thin tubes
drained their bladders and other, thicker tubes were inserted anally to flush
their young bowels of any accumulated nastiness. A thick vaginal plug had been
inserted to seal any menstrual ugliness in. It also gave each beauty a
none-too-subtle forewarning of things to come after her days in the tank.
Deprived of all sensation and denied any human contact, they floated helplessly.
A plasma drip taped to the crook of the elbow provided tasteless nutrition.
The tour group could see the throats of several of the naked beauties
working as they screamed silently in their tanks. Dr. Chan smiled.
"This is the first step. It's quite traumatic and claustrophobic for the new
arrivals. They are sedated and wake up sightless and deaf, floating helplessly
in an eerie, inhuman world. The only sound is their own screams and even that is
distant and scary. They soon stop. The water is heated to body temperature,
blood heat, so they feel nothing. It drains them of all energy. Days of sensory
deprivation wipes their minds clean, like a blackboard being cleared for the
next lesson. Of course, the drip contains a cocktail of mind-melting designer
drugs carefully combined to maximize the terror and trauma. Even the haughtiest,
snottiest bitches are totally wiped and, emotionally, rendered deeply
vulnerable. All are pathetically eager for reassurance and human contact when
they are removed from the tank."
Enquiring minds wanted to know.
"How do you keep their skin from shrivelling up like prunes?"
Everyone loved watching the naked bitches float helplessly on display for
everyone to see. The tour groups of the Party Faithful were always curious about
the details of their degradation. Dr. Chan cleared his throat, always happy to
explain his life's work.
"Why don't they shrivel up? An excellent question! The water contains oils
to lubricate. We can't keep them in the tank for more than a week. After a long
time in the tank with no exercise, they deteriorate physically. As it is, when
we take them out, they are as weak as newborn kittens and quite easily handled."
"How do you know when to take them out? It must vary a bit from subject to
subject."
"Another excellent question! It's hard to see under the breathing masks,
blindfolds and earmuffs, but electrodes monitor their brainwave patterns. We
have discovered the precise pattern that tells us the exact moment when they are
most suggestible and ready for the next step which, as you will soon see, is
quite strenuous. It does, as you say, vary from female to female. If we leave
them gibbering claustophobically in the tanks too long, they are rendered
permanently insane. A very astute question indeed!"
Dr. Chan was always flattering to the Party Officials who funded his
delightful program. Some of them took the tour regularly. Dr. Chan suspected
that it was to see nude, nubile, fresh meat being brutally tenderized, but was
too tactful to say so. After all, who was he to criticize?
In the next room, a private one for the bigwigs, The Minister watched his
wife and daughter float naked in their tanks. His wife had just given up
screaming. A tough, strong-willed, bitterly sarcastic woman, she had screamed
for a lot longer than his daughter. His teenage daughter had surrendered to the
mind-wiping experience almost immediately. His wife was a very different story.
He had enjoyed watching the old bitch scream her lungs out silently behind the
glass. It had done his heart good to see her slowly, reluctantly give up and
cave in to the mind-numbing horror of pure nothingness. In a wonderfully
symbolic moment, the clear plastic tubing between her legs quietly, and quite
visibly, pumped the shit and piss out of her.
Stepping in briefly to pay his respects while the tour took refreshments,
Dr. Chan was deeply gratified by The Minister's smug smirk. The healing had
begun.
