Chapter 9 - Graduation Exercise
The mother-daughter team of American spies sat primly in their chairs
flanking the podium on the stage while the learned Dr. Chan gave his
demonstration-lecture to the hard-core sponsors of his patients, happy to show
them the sort of fuckbeasts they would soon command. Lynn looked fetchingly
demure in her severe, tailor-made business woman ensemble: below-the-knee navy
blue skirt, white silk blouse, form-fitting navy blue jacket, sheer stockings
and gleaming black high heels. Her daughter, Amber, looked totally ravishing in
her cheerleader outfit. Both were classic full-figured, lightly tanned,
California blonds. Each held an American flag in one hand and a picture of the
President of the United States in the other. The captured American spies looked
up at Dr. Chan with deep and total respect.
Dr. Chan concluded his introductory speech.
"So you see, gentlemen, we have come a long way from the crude, but
effective brainwashing techniques of the fifties. A modern, carefully
orchestrated program of alternating sensory deprivation and sensory overload,
sleep deprivation, reward and punishment, supplemented by perception-altering
medication, coupled with traumatic psycho-sexual abuse modalities and
electroshock aversion therapies can produce dramatic and permanent results in
very short order, but the real kicker is pain and pleasure centre control."
Put like that, it hardly sounded simple, but Dr. Chan definitely produced
results, as he was about to demonstrate dramatically. He gestured at the
American beauties to his left and right.
"These spies have only been in this clinic for only two months, but their
minds have been molded completely. From being treacherous American spies to
becoming Chinese counter-intelligence agents fanatically dedicated to the
Chinese Communist cause is a complete reversal of their upbringing and training,
but they have been changed absolutely and irrevocably. Courtesy of some deft
impersonations on the tour, the C.I.A. knows nothing of their tragically aborted
mission. Two months has been sufficient. We have arranged a clandestine trade of
these two for their two twins at the end of the tour. The C.I.A. knows nothing
as we return two undercover moles to them. Undercover moles who betrayed their
whole China network or at least a large chunk of it! All very hush-hush. You
didn't hear it from me!"
The crowd of High Party Officials laughed genially. Dr. Chan's work in
'counselling' dissatisfied wives of High Party Officials was legendary. His
ability to transform a disgruntled, highly critical harpy into a highly
motivated, deeply committed, warmly supportive spouse had earned him the
gratitude and respect of many Highly Placed Officials. The fact that these same
women had been converted into sexually knowledgable, randy little fucktoys was a
very welcome side-effect.
It was time for the demonstration. Dr. Chan spoke dramatically into his
microphone.
"First, I would like to introduce a bevy of beautiful co-eds, eager to
resume their education, deeply repentent of their stupid and malicious protest
activites in Tianenmen Square, eager to study under the tutelage of you, their
sponsors."
The co-eds marched on-stage, each wearing an identical schoolgirl uniform:
white blouse, pleated plaid skirt, navy blue kneesocks and black penny loafers.
Each young beauty carried a bucket and each stopped next to her own gleaming
stainless steel pole, slightly less than waist-high, projecting up from the
floor. The tops of the two-inch wide poles were smoothly rounded. They were set
in a semi-circle around Dr. Chan and the two blond Americans.
"These girls have practised a little routine, symbolic of their eagerness to
abandon their old, bad ways and embrace the brilliant, Communist future, of
which they will be an integral part."
He looked sternly at the former protesters.
"These girls have been very bad."
The semi-circle of coeds looked down at the floor, bowing their pretty heads
humbly in deep shame. Dr. Chan spoke reprovingly, a headmaster rebuking errant
children.
"Take it off and assume the position, young ladies."
Not too surprisingly, they all turned out to be the naughty sort of
schoolgirl who didn't wear any underwear. They removed their blouses and skirts,
folded them neatly and piled them on the floor. They stood, brazenly facing the
audience, a yummy selection of prime pussy showing their sponsors exactly what
they had to offer, clad only in kneesocks and penny loafers.
In unison, they turned around and touched their toes. As taught, their
shapely legs were slightly parted, so that their tight young cunts and assholes
were nicely displayed to the smirking audience.
After allowing a few moments for the audience to savour the delectable
tableau, a row of soldiers marched on stage, each holding an enema kit. Each
young beauty had her bowels flooded with warm soapy water. The soldiers marched
offstage as the beautiful coeds stood, their nude bodies sweating, bare buttocks
dimpled prettily, their rectums clamped tightly shut, desperation visible on
their pinched faces as each struggled hard to hold it in. Dr. Chan took his
time, speaking slowly and dramatically.
"Each of these young ladies has been symbolically filled with the poisonous
ideas of Capitalism and Free Enterprise. Note that this doesn't make them truly
happy, quite the reverse. Each is desperate for relief, but is too proud to
admit that they are quite literally full of shit."
The audience loved it. They applauded enthusiastically as the pretty coeds
danced desperately on stage, bare tits bouncing, red-faced, wide-eyed, their
small fists clenched tightly, straining mightily to hold it in. As several of
them began to lose the struggle, a small brown trickle running down the backs of
their thighs, Dr. Chan, at last, relented.
"They come to my clinic and are purged! Shit squat over your buckets,
ladies! Show the audience what Capitalism and Free Enterprise are truly like."
Several of the girls sobbed gratefully at being given the opportunity to
shit in front of a large audience. They all quickly spread their legs wide and
squatted down. Warm, runny shit squirted thunderously from between beautifully
rounded assglobes. The relief was tremendous. Soon they were all crying and
sobbing. Dr. Chan waited patiently as they voided themselves completely.
"OK! Wipe your bums, ladies, and put the covers on your buckets."
The soldiers came, handed each beauty a roll of toilet paper and a bucket
cover. The squatting girls wiped themselves clean, tossed in the used toilet
paper and snapped the covers on their buckets. The grinning soldiers removed the
buckets from the stage. Dr. Chan continued his wonderful tableau.
"The young ladies are purged of evil, but they are far from done! They must
embrace the future, symbolized by the shiny pole next to them. They must become
one with the future!"
The audience sniggered expectantly. The glistening poles had been well
oiled. The young ladies had been carefully and exhaustively rehearsed. Unlike
The Minister, Dr. Chan believed in both reward and punishment. The young
lovelies had both screamed in agony and gibbered in drooling, dribbling ecstacy.
They placed their hands behind their heads and arched their backs
dramatically, showing off what a fine pair of full melons each possesed. Being
Chinese, they tended to be honeydew melons rather than watermelons, but on the
other hand, they had nothing to be ashamed of. Each straddled her pole and
lowered herself carefully, inserting the pole between their cuntlips and
squatting down, impaling herself neatly. They squatted down until their slits
were resting against a small crossbar set lower down in the pole. Dr. Chan
helpfully explained.
"Each of our repentant protesters has been carefully measured. The crossbar
represents the maximum possible penetration of her vaginal passage. Six inches
above the crossbar is a black ring. The young ladies feel this as a bump in the
pole. They will now squat fuck the pole, riding up and down the full six inches
from crossbar to black ring. Their squat fucking is symbolic of how they
shamelessly and brazenly embrace the future."
The coeds began pumping up and down in unison, moaning prettily with each
thrust of the pole. The black ring appeared and then disappeared between their
legs as it was swallowed and buried deep inside a tightly stretched cunt. They
squat fucked the poles shamelessly, giving every appearance of wanton enjoyment.
This continued for an appreciable length of time to a continuous ripple of
applause and a murmer of deep approval from the crowd. Dr. Chan clapped his
hands commandingly.
"OK, ladies. Go all the way down and stay down while our mother and daughter
team of American blonds give a demonstration of THEIR total obedience and
eagerness to please."
The young beauties impaled themselves fully and smiled prettily in a
semi-circle around the blonds, who were sitting primly with their hands folded
demurely in their laps. Dr. Chan smiled warmly at the mother. Lynn smiled back
radiantly.
"Lynn, step forward and take off your clothes. Strip down to your stockings
and high heels. Show the gentlemen what you have to offer."
Completely broken and trained to complete obedience, Lynn stepped forward
without hesitation. She peeled off her jacket, blouse and skirt. She folded her
clothing neatly over the back of her chair. Her black lace bra and silk panties
joined them.
"Stand with your legs spread and put your hands behind your head, Lynn. All
the goodies should be nicely on display for our distinguished audience."
Her big breasts lifted enchantingly as she put her hands behind her her
head. The tuft of silken hair between her legs proclaimed her a natural blond as
she stepped to the edge of the stage and spread 'em wide, exhibiting herself
shamelessly.
"Amber, it's your turn to join your mother. Strip down to your white socks
and running shoes."
Lovely Amber peeled with alacrity. The buxom cheerleader was soon standing
next to her mother, legs spread wide, at the edge of the stage, brazenly
displaying her goodies to a deeply appreciative crowd. Each possessed the same
classy chassis: above and below, from pert pink nipples to pouty cuntlips, the
two high-breasted beauties were superb, totally fuckworthy females.
"Ladies, fetch your country's flag, place it on the stage and squat over
it."
Amber and Lynn were soon squatting over their beloved Stars and Bars.
"Pee!"
They opened their bladders and committed one of the most shameful, depraved
acts that an American citizen could possibly commit: peeing on their beloved
red, white and blue flag. The audience was deeply impressed and somewhat
shocked. This was powerful training and discipline indeed.
"Stop!"
Obediently, the two squatting lovelies squeezed it shut and the yellow rain
ceased.
"Fetch the picture of the President of the United States. Put the picture on
the floor, turn your back to the audience and squat over the picture."
Amber and Lynn each fetched a picture and proceeded to commit perhaps the
second most heinous act an American citizen could commit.
"Shit!"
Without hesitation, the two squatting beauties began straining to excrete.
Thick brown snakes were extruded from their wrinkled rectums. Soon, each had
shamelessly deposited a large, steaming turd on the smiling, slightly vapid face
of the President while the stunned crowd watched, jaws agape. The audience was
deeply impressed, knowing how much childhood training and education had to be
wiped out to enable an American citizen to commit such a deeply repulsive and
totally disgusting atrocity. These two women were truly beyond the pale, totally
in thrall to Dr. Chan.
"I want each of these women to further demonstrate their complete obedience.
Lynn and Amber, kneel on the stage, put your finger down your throat and vomit
up your last meal as completely as you can. I want to see the dry heaves to
prove that there's nothing left in your stomachs. Keep at it until I tell you to
stop."
Amber and Lynn humbly dropped to their knees and began yorking up their last
meal onto the stage. Soon it was all up. They continued, red-faced and retching
hard. Their big breasts were shaking violently and their taut bare bellies were
quivering delicately as their fingers continued to stimulate the powerful gag
reflex. At last, Dr. Chan relented.
"Stop!"
The two American spies stopped gratefully.
"Now, I want each to lick up the other's puke."
The two beauties had been gang-banged, strangled and fucked over in every
way imaginable as part of Dr. Chan's brutally ruthless training. There was no
hesitation. They changed places and their wet pink tongues quickly slurped up
every drop of the vile-smelling vomit.
"Now we bring out the pigs."
Two very large pigs were trotted out.
"Lynn and Amber, you know what to do."
They assumed the position, dropping to their hands and knees and spreading
their legs invitingly. The well-trained porkers surged forward eagerly,
glisteningly erect. A pig's penis is pencil thin, but very long indeed. The pigs
effortlessly achieved full penetration, grunting and squealing happily . It was
hard work, but Amber and Lynn did their best to look totally enchanted as they
were pig-fucked while the audience watched, the squirming heads of the pig
penises wiggling deep inside their cervixes. The big pigs humped hard. Just
supporting the weight of the massive porkers was hard work. Drops of sweat flew
from their nipples as their tits shook like jello. An ejaculating pig produces
an amazing amount of cum. Amber and Lynn gasped and groaned as the pigs unloaded
copiously inside them, sliming them thoroughly inside and out. They stood
together once more, on the edge of the stage, shapely legs spread wide, rivers
of piggy peckersnot running stickily down the inside of their thighs. It was
very thick, glutinous stuff. It would be days before their cunts were clear of
it. Dr. Chan smiled. He held up the master control switch.
"Good work ladies and now for a small reward."
He pressed the button and the auditorium was filled with the smells and
sights of moaning, shamelessly rutting females. He removed his thumbs from the
switch and had a stage full of naked beauties with big, stupid grins on their
pretty, vapid faces.
"OK! Stand up, Ladies. Everyone take a bow."
The squatfuckers stood. Each pole came out with an audible pop. All the
beauties were glistening with sweat, having humped hard under the hot lights.
They bowed prettily and sauntered saucily offstage, bare bums twitching
beguilingly. The American beauties went last, as befitted foreign scum.
Dr. Chan smiled happily as the audience rose to its feet and gave him a
standing ovation. They loved him. The man was a true monster of depravity, a
real bitchbuster. He raised his hands for silence.
"That ends the demo, the graduating exercise so to speak. All of you are
invited to come back at any time for one of my regular tours. If you wish to see
again how these remarkable results are accomplished, my secretary will be happy
to arrange it. If any of you gentlemen would like to interview either of the
blonds in private before we return them to their so-called intelligence agency,
my secretary will handle the booking. Of course, back in the Excited States
these fine counter-intelligence agents will be in the care of deeply beloved and
respected handlers who will have the special remotes to reward and punish them
as befits their performance in the field."
He smiled cheerfully and cleared his throat, reluctant to part with his
adoring fans.
"The other young lovelies are anxious to make amends for their sorry,
shameful behaviour in front of the eyes of the world at Tianenmen Square and
have penitently offered to provide any service asked for by their esteemed
sponsors, each of whom will have their own personal control, keyed to their
fingerprints. From sullen, ungrateful, defiant bitches they have been
transformed into perfect little fucktoys eager to show their gratitude to the
country that raised them and, to you, the people who run it and make it all
possible."
The audience roared it's approval of this fine, patriotic sentiment. Several
of them were eagerly looking forward to Communist World Domination so that they
could get full access to a rich supply of California blonds and make them among
the happiest women on earth.
Author's Postscript
Hmmm! On re-reading this, I find that, alas, I have missed the mark! This
story has elements of a Romance (for example, all the men are jerks), but it is
missing a pure-as-the-driven-snow, ultra-virtuous female lead with whom all
those moist-eyed female readers can identify. This is, sadly, a fatal flaw! I
think that I got over-excited because I didn't snuff or mangle anybody.
Well, this tender-hearted story where everyone lives happily ever after
seems to be only a temporary aberration. The story I am currently working on
takes place in a Nazi Medical Experimentation Facility and there's not a happy
ending anywhere in sight. It looks like the dementia is over and I'm back in the
groove (whew!).
If you have any comments, feel free to send them to me at
Llabmik69@yahoo.com.
Happy Humping!!!!
Llabmik
