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Multi-electrode and Imaging Analysis

Part 4 Trinity's Tale

Multi-electrode and Imaging Analysis ... part 4

Note:  I wanted to thank the wonderful people that took the time to comment on
the first part of this series and apologize for the delay in getting out
subsequent chapters.  Real life has a habit of intruding at times and so I was
unable to work on this for quite some time.  I appreciate the many positive
emails I received!

Trinity's Tale

"Well, there isn't much more really, I just kind of well, replay those things,
trying to think of other evil things he could do."  Trinity replied softly. 
"It's hard to think of evil things he can do that aren't too horrible.  I don't
really like horrible nasty stuff, just needles and cutting and spankings I
guess."

"You know ...doctor ... "  Trinity began, suddenly conscious of how aroused she
was feeling as she shared her most intimate fantasy with the doctor.  "You're so
easy to talk to ..I've never told anyone this before you know?  And sometimes,
sometimes I just wish that I could really feel what's in my fantasy ... this
time though, it kind of does .. maybe because of the surgery or something.  I
love thinking about needles and cutting and being brave to save someone.  It
gets me hornier than thinking about just having sex.  I mean, sex is fun and all
.. but it's this stuff that makes it fun, thinking about this stuff while I'm
doing it .. pretending that it's the evil doctor fucking me instead of whoever
it is.  Like that time with the Pastor.  I think he sort of knew that bad things
turn me on and him being a priest and all made it great because it was sort of
like one of my other fantasies.  I could pretend that he was trying to make me
'good' or punishing me for being bad."  Trinity confided softly.

"Yes, fantasy is a very important part of sexuality.  When all is said and done,
straight sex is fun, but it does seem to be purely physical while fantasy is the
mental aspect that makes the physical even more exciting."  Dr. Wingate agreed.

"You know doc, I was kind of hoping that this experiment really was like one of
those kinky stories I've read on the Internet."  Trinity continued with a small
smile.  "I told the other doc, your husband I guess, that I wasn't looking for
that ... but I really was.  He just ignored me though and did his stuff.  Said
that he couldn't do all that stuff because of all the rules and protocols or
something like that.  But you know, this would be so cool ... I really wish I
was awake for all the stuff you guys did.  I could have taken it .. I think.  It
all kind of hurts now, but it's a good hurt, or a hurt I like.  Am I really sick
for saying that?"  Trinity asked.

"No Trinity, you aren't sick for being honest.  It's a good thing to understand
what you like and if you are interested, we can discover why you like it.  You
aren't alone, as I'm sure you've realized if you've been on the Net as much as
you are saying.  Many people have these urges and they act on them.  As long as
everyone agrees to what is going on, there's no harm in it most of the time."

"Yeah, but I never know what to believe on the Internet.  Most of it is probably
bullshit and some stories I read that said they were supposedly true, just don't
seem believable."

Dr. Wingate chuckled, "Well, if you had to explain your experiences today, how
would it sound?  Can you tell me what you were feeling once your parents told
you that you were accepted for this program?"

Trinity smiled, "Well, I guess it really wouldn't be believable, would it?  The
weird thing is most stories are about the women hating what's happening, or they
do really crass things that don't seem fun to me.  But yeah, I can tell you how
I felt ... I should do like a diary thing for this, shouldn't I?"  Trinity
asked.

"You could do that, it might be helpful as we evaluate all the results."  Dr.
Wingate replied with a smile.

"Okay, so well .. let's see.  Where did you want me to start?  Just in the
office, when Mom and Dad signed the papers and all?"

"That would be fine."

"Well, I was pissed anyway because we had to get up early to get here.  I hate
getting up early.  But I figured well, it was better than getting arrested and
being sent to Juvenile Hall.  It's just that I'm so mad at them, they won't
understand anything I say or do.  Everything is changed from how it used to be. 
I used to be able to sit in Daddy's lap, I used to be able to take a shower with
him or cuddle up with him but now I can't anymore.  If growing up is going to be
like this, then I won't grow up!"  Trinity exclaimed, her anger rising suddenly.

"How should things be different Trinity?"  Dr. Wingate asked.

Trinity sighed, "That's what's so bad ... I don't know because it's like what I
want is ... what do they call it, taboo?  Or incest or something.  Either way,
it's not allowed and people think it's sick, so I must be sick too.  Who made up
all these stupid rules anyway?  What's wrong with wanting your dad to like you
and touch you?  Or your mom too?  Why can't we all just be the way we were a
couple of years ago?"  Trinity complained.  "Yeah, I know ... because now I'm a
young woman and I shouldn't be thinking like that. "

Dr. Wingate nodded, "It is rather common for young women to want to appeal to
their fathers.  Fathers are key figures in their lives in many ways and
throughout the rest of her life, she will consciously or subconsciously compare
all men to her father.  Or compare them to some image she has created of her
father - not always the same thing."

"Really?  I mean, lots of women want to make it with their dad?  I mean, to like
.. fuck him too?  To maybe have their own virginity taken by him ... learn about
sex from him?"  Trinity asked, confused now.  "But it's still not acceptable is
it?  I mean, you'd either go to jail or have to see a shrink."

"Sadly, that is true.  It is not accepted by society and that taboo probably
dates from the times when information about genetics was not readily available
and the biggest fear was of the girl getting pregnant and giving birth to a
defective child. Today of course, we have effective methods of birth control and
don't need to fear accidental conception.  Unfortunately, psychology is still in
the Dark Ages in our current culture and so not much has been researched about
whether or not it is healthy to hold these feelings for parents in any
combination.  However, one would think that because so many are deeply
interested in being sexually active with a parental figure, there would be more
research into the subject, but that isn't the case.  This is an area that my
husband is keenly interested in though."  Dr. Wingate smiled.

"So then, you were going to detail what you felt today, what you expected, what
emotions were running through your head, what you wanted ... "  Dr. Wingate
prompted.

"Oh yeah ... got sidetracked.  But you know, I really do wish that Daddy would
touch me, tell me how pretty I am, and yeah ... that we could do stuff together. 
I know he gets hardons when he sees me, especially when I dress to show off my
tits or my ass.  So why can't he just teach me and show me everything or at
least tell me once in a while that I'm growing up to be a fine young woman or
something?  And Mom, why can't she let me have milk either?  The best times I
remember were when I was drinking her warm sweet milk.  It felt so good, all
cuddly and comfy.  I can't wait till I have a baby.  I'll let my baby nurse as
long as they want.  Yeah .. I know .. what I felt ... "  Trinity interrupted
herself, trying to focus on her feelings earlier today.

-=-=-=-

The shorts were cutting into my cunt as I sat down and it felt really good, but
got me mad all over again.  I knew Daddy could see my cunt lips and that my
piercing was showing because the shorts were so short.  I wore that top because
I knew everyone could see my tits and I wanted people to be horny.  I guess that
makes me a slut, but I like it when people get embarrassed, or horny or
embarrassed because I made them horny.  It's like a power trip ... but it never
works on Mom and Dad.  So I just try harder.  Dammit, I want Mom's tits in my
mouth and yeah, even Daddy's cock in my mouth too.  Or in my cunt, or in my ass. 
Now they're sending me away to some experiment.  Shit!

But maybe there I can find someone interested in playing around.  I can always
pretend it's someone else anyway.  Yeah ... maybe some nice doctor that looks a
little like Dad.  Big cock ... maybe he would tie me down a bit .. spank my
bottom for being such a tart.  He'd have to use a word like 'tart' instead of
slut. He'd be old fashioned and would punish me for using words like tits, ass,
cock and all that.  So I'd use those words all the time and he would spank me
and say a proper lady doesn't say those words.  That I should say sex, and
manhood, and breasts and vagina or something.  Like in those funky romance
books.

When I went into the office, I sat on Daddy's lap and teased him with my tits,
pressing them right in his face.  The doctor gave me this look, but it was more
amused than angry or shocked.  He wasn't bad looking either.  I mean, a bit
older than Daddy, but still nice looking.  Nice hands too.  I always notice
hands.

But he was ignoring me too.  Like what does it take to get someone's attention
anyway?!

Then I guess I was pretty rude, but didn't care at that point.  I was tired of
being ignored and so I grabbed my Mom's dress and pulled it, wanting to
embarrass her in front of the doctor. I mean, she's not a prude, is always naked
at home ... but in front of a doctor like that, well, I thought she deserved it.

I was shocked when Daddy hauled me over his lap and actually spanked me right
there in front of the doctor.  He hasn't done that since I was 12, after I
showed him that I wasn't a virgin anymore.

I snuck a look at the doc, and I think he liked what he was seeing.  I wondered
how horny he was.  Maybe I'd get to find out real soon.  I knew I was pretty,
and really, how many men can resist a hot tight cunt if it's available?  Well,
okay, my Dad doesn't count.  I'd swear he was impotent, but I hear him and Mom
doing it all the time.  I can even sneak a peek sometimes if they do it in the
den.

I about shit when I got to the exam room.  It was awesome!  The exam bench or
whatever it's called was awesome, like something out of one of my dreams!  Big
braces or whatever to hold your knees spread really wide.  Lots of stainless
steel, straps everywhere!

My heart began to pound, I was so excited.  I didn't waste time shucking my
shorts, and spreading my legs.  I swear I wanted to beg the doc to do things to
me, make me good or something.  Punish me?  I don't know.  I just know that I
wanted to be on that exam table and all tied up and have him do things to me I
never thought of before.  It's hard sometimes to come up with new ideas of stuff
that could happen.  I read a lot, but most of the stories are so lame.  But this
office, this doctor .. maybe something exciting would happen here.

Would it be so awful to admit to him that I wanted him to do stuff?  Shit, that
would be just too embarrassing.

He started asking me questions about sex.  I answered and was getting all horny
as he did.  Please, oh when oh when do I get my pelvic?  That's all I wanted. 
Maybe a shot or two like in my fantasies.  Being tied down would be cool.  Maybe
some embarrassing procedure?  Maybe something up my ass.  God, I loved it when
my doctor did that, but she did it quick and only did it that one time for my
full physical.  I wanted her to do more.

Maybe he would make me pee in a cup in front of him instead of sending me to the
bathroom to do it?  Definitely a shot though.  Don't they have diseases in the
dessert you need shots for?

I about came when he said, "Okay then, lie down please."  And then he put all
these straps over me with my legs spread wide.  To cover up, I made some
comments about isn't this kind of strange and all that but I had hope now that
maybe this guy would do something incredibly awesome to me.  He told me about
these protocol things, that he had to follow some damned rules and that if he
didn't sneeze right the government would be on his case.  I was thinking that
really sucked big time and maybe I wasn't going to have a good time when he told
me that he had to record all the stuff he was doing to me.  Video, audio, the
works.  Oh man!  I wanted to see all the videos!  Knowing that I was going to be
recorded made me even hornier.  All these uptight doctors and researchers would
be looking at my cunt, my tits, and whatever else they were going to do.  I
wanted to laugh because this was going to be so much fun!  Those damned
scientists probably never get laid and I was going to make sure that they at
least got an eyefull.

Then he says he's going to put this dental clamp thing in my mouth to take some
samples.

I'd never really known what it would like to be gagged. I mean, sure, I would
tie a scarf around my mouth or stuff some fabric inside to pretend I'm gagged,
but this thing was evil.  Deliciously evil. It pulled my mouth open so wide it
hurt my jaw and I couldn't move any part of my mouth, except my tongue.  This
baby was on tight and hard.

I think he liked my tongue piercing though.  Maybe he wondered how it would feel
on his cock?  I was hoping that was what he was thinking.  Maybe he would force
his cock into my mouth now? 

He didn't though.  But it was almost as good when he stuck this tube thing down
my throat.  It made me gag just like a cock does sometimes and it was so cool to
be totally helpless as he put it in my throat.  This was just like one of my
fantasies!

Of course, I had to make it seem like I was struggling.  All good girls are
supposed to struggle so I did a little bit, hoping that I wouldn't come too
soon.  I mean, what kind of slut would I be if I liked this kind of thing?  But
all my life I had dreams of being helpless while some man did things to me.  I
don't know why, but it was exciting, really, really exciting.

And then he said that he was going to give me some stuff to clean me out.  I
couldn't follow all his words, but it sounded good and I felt this liquid kind
of slosh into my stomach.  I struggled some, loving the feeling of the straps
digging into my skin.  I guess he thought I might get away because he put more
straps on me!  I was even more excited then.  God, I can't believe what a slut I
am.  I love this kind of stuff and maybe it would be better if I didn't.  Men
sure seemed to like it better if the girl was struggling and crying.  At least
in the stories they did since most of them had that in it.  Or else it would be
the other way around with the men doing really gross things and the girl
supposedly liking it.  Yuck!

Anyway, then he FINALLY moved to stand between my legs.  I would have come if he
touched my clit just then.  I was so hot and excited and suddenly, I did feel
kind of shy and I know I blushed because I was thinking what if he really knew
how turned on I was by him standing between my legs, my cunt all open, helpless? 
He could probably see that I was wet and swollen down there.  That would have
been embarrassing!  But what he did next was kind of embarrassing though.  He
stuck his gloved fingers in my ass!

I wanted to squeal and oh man I wanted to touch myself and have a climax right
then.  When my doctor did it, she was just kind of quick about it and I sure as
hell wasn't tied up like this.  It was just different, she only stuck in one
finger and that was that.  But he used lots of cold feeling stuff and kept
digging around back there, spreading my ass open.  Then he put in this big tube
that hurt going in. Not bad hurt, but enough to make me take notice and squirm
around a bit.  I mean, I was filled back there and it was making me feel all
tingly inside, different than when my cunt tingles though.  I felt so open, so
.... I can't even describe it.  Like my insides wanted to crawl out or
something, but all nervy and tingly too, like I was going to come ... but there
was no place for me to come.

Just as I was getting used to that, he joked it was time for that pelvic I'd
been waiting for.

He used a really big speculum, but it felt so cool to be opened like that. I was
afraid I was going to pee on him or something because I felt this odd feeling
deep inside that felt sort of like I had to.  He swabbed my cervix and that
wasn't so bad.  I kind of like it when that happens though it's only happened
one other time.  My doctor did the same, but didn't use a big speculum and she
did it really quick too.  He took his time and I was loving it, but something
about the speculum being there made it so that I couldn't quite come.  I was
getting a bit frustrated because everything was feeling so hot and full down
there that I wanted to come .. to get rid of all that pent up feeling there.

Then he did something really cool that I'd only read about.  He put this tube
thing right in my pee hole!  It felt so weird, because it seems like you are
peeing, but the tube gets it all I suppose and it tickles way deep inside.  It
was sort of embarrassing because I wasn't sure if I was really peeing or not,
but man, I'll do that again any time!

Then he did the next favorite thing, he took some blood.  I always loved it when
they had to take blood.  I love the feel of the needle going in and he wanted to
fill five of those little bottles with it.  They were small, but hell, 5 of
them!  I watched as the needle went into my vein and just enjoyed myself,
wondering what was going to happen next.

I knew he left the room after saying something, but I was beginning to feel kind
of fuzzy.  My ass was feeling weird with that tube in it and I think it was
like, emptying me out back there.  In a way, it's nice knowing that you'll be
totally clean inside ... that maybe if you are clean inside, you'll be clean too
.. like in your mind?  I know that isn't true, but being clean always makes me
feel good.

I must have fallen asleep, but oh man what dreams I had.  Hands all over,
invading and violating me.  Impersonal but warm, latex covered hands touching me
everywhere.  And of course the needles, scalpels and other medical stuff.  I
wonder why I like that so much?  I just wanted to float in all that, let my
fantasies happen, enjoy it, feel it ... be overwhelmed by it. 

-=-=-=

"You described it excellently, Trinity.  There's no shame in wanting those
things at all."  Dr. Wingate assured her.  "But there is shame in hiding these
thoughts - from yourself and from others.  Honesty will be essential as we get
into these experiments.  Do you think you could be honest with us?  Totally
honest, no matter how embarrassing?"  Dr. Wingate asked.

Trinity didn't answer right away.  "I'm not sure Dr. Wingate.  I mean, it's easy
talking to you ... but I sure couldn't admit this stuff to anyone else .. what
would they think?"

Dr. Wingate chuckled.  "Why would it matter what they thought?  Who are you
worried about?  Your parents?  Me?  My husband?  The technicians?"

Trinity paused again, struggling to find an answer.  "Well, yes, I guess I don't
want my parents to know.  They would think they failed somehow and raised some
kind of pervert.  I mean, they're nice enough people, but I don't think they
would understand the kinds of thoughts I have inside."  Trinity said softly.

"And yeah, I know they are a little bit kinky.  My Mom gets spanked when she
does something wrong and they live like those I've read about .. you know, he's
in charge and all, but they just aren't kinky like me .. I don't think.  Maybe
they are ... would it be genetic then?"  Trinity asked.

Dr. Wingate chuckled. "I don't know that there is any evidence for or against
kink being genetic.  It may well be a response triggered by how we process data
at an early age, what problem solving skills we acquire - or fail to acquire. 
It could be a great many things.  We simply don't have those kinds of answers
yet."

"The sheer volume of individuals who are interested in kink to a certain degree
is indicative that it isn't some isolated perversion - kink appears in all
cultures, all income levels to varying degrees.  Some leave it at just an
occasional over the knee spanking while others embark on a life of slavery or
even more extreme activities.  I recently read an unofficial study that seemed
to indicate that individuals who have undergone surgery as very young infants
and did not have benefit of anesthesia often end up enjoying activities like
piercing, cutting, and medical play.  The connection seems obvious, but this
study was quite casual, conducted by someone on the Internet.  It seems a good
step in the right direction though."  Dr. Wingate said with a smile.

"Hey!  I had surgery as a kid.  Like when I was 6 weeks old for something." 
Trinity exclaimed softly.  "Of course, I don't remember it ... but maybe ...
that's pretty neat that someone thought to ask those questions."

"I agree.  I should probably contact that group and see how it was done.  It may
even have been published as anecdotal data in an encyclopedia of sexual terms. 
I'll have to double-check that.  In any event, let's get back to the issue of
honesty here.  Do you think you could at least be strictly honest with me and of
course, my husband?"  Dr. Wingate asked.

Trinity sighed, "I could .. I guess .. but it would just be so awful to admit
all this stuff.  I mean, it's different with you, you're a woman.  But what if
your husband knew that I felt all that stuff?  That I was horny and wanted him
to tie me up and all?"

"I don't think it would bother him in the least.  He's a scientist Trinity, and
believe me, he's more interested in what your brain waves are doing right now
than in what you are actually thinking about."  Dr. Wingate assured her.

"I don't know.  I swear, I'll be honest with you ... I'll try really hard. 
Sometimes I might screw up ... but I'll really try.  But I don't want my parents
knowing and I guess I'm not sure about your husband.  I mean, it would change
things if he knew ... you know?"

Dr. Wingate nodded slowly.  "Okay, I'll take your promise to be honest with me
and we'll just work on the rest as it comes up.  Now then, are you ready for the
first experiment?"

"What do I have to do?"  Trinity asked.

"We've recorded your brain wave functions while you told me your fantasy, and
again when you detailed how you felt when the examination began.  What I would
like to do now is to have you clear your mind. No fantasies at all.  Just recall
that you are here as an experimental subject and let me do my work.  You will be
recorded as usual but you don't need to do anything but react to whatever I do
to you, or whatever anyone else does to you.  We will be changing dressings,
testing the sensors, and selecting specific stimulation based on what made you
react earlier.  Basically we are verifying what we've already recorded, seeing
what areas of the brain are most active under different circumstances.  There
will be a bit of role play involved on my end but I think you will enjoy it. 
Ultimately, we could do this all via a virtual reality feedback system, but
you're one of the people helping us build that kind of informational database
and so we have to do you manually."  Dr. Wingate smiled.

"Okay, I think I can do that."  Trinity grinned, obviously eager to begin.

"Excellent.  You will be a great subject.  Now, for the duration of this test, I
will have to refer to you as subject 342 so that we can easily identify your
records on the audio and video.  Is that okay?"  Dr. Wingate asked softly.

"342?  A number?"  Trinity asked slowly, never having given that any thought
before.  "Sure .. that's okay I guess.  Kind of makes me feel more ... I don't
know .. clinical or something.  Guess it's psychological?"  Trinity asked.

Dr. Wingate nodded, rising from her seat next to Trinity.  "No more talking now
subject 342.  It is essential that the recorders have a clear background so that
we capture all the details of this experiment.  We must above all be
professional."  Dr. Wingate said, assuming a much more clinical posture herself
and looking quite formidable suddenly.

Trinity nodded, feeling a rush of excitement at the change in Dr. Wingate and
the experiment itself.

"Ah, right on time.  Thank you doctors and staff for attending our 8 PM session
this evening.  I know that you all would probably rather be working on your own
projects or home with your respective families."  Dr. Wingate smiled, addressing
the staff that had trickled into the room as she was speaking with Trinity.

"We've begun this round by recording the subject's brainwave patterns as she
described major sexual episodes of her life.  As you are aware, we've chosen
sexuality as a beginning topic as it generates very clear markers we can follow
as we test and calibrate our prototype hardware and software.  Sexuality is
particularly useful as in most subjects, it includes feelings of arousal, guilt,
pleasure, pain, and often, very raw and pure emotion for which the subject has
no explanation for.  If offers the widest array of possible reactions that
include most active areas of the brain."  Dr. Wingate began, indicating the
monitors and the reams of graphs already generated.

"We will study the basic data and begin to find the correlation between the
recorded emotion, physical response and the type of brainwave generated by each
stimulus.  Tonight you will witness first the effect of speech on the sexual
centers and then, the effect of touch - both painful and pleasurable.  My
colleague, Dr. Jones will point out the changes in brainwave patterns as they
occur on your monitors."

"The effects of language on this particular subject will begin now."  Dr.
Wingate continued, referring to her clipboard now.

"Subject 342 has admitted to having feelings of arousal when parading around
half naked.  In her own words, she enjoys flaunting her tits and ass, especially
to uptight scientists that probably never get laid.  She's even hoping to turn
you all on, so that your cocks will be hard and ready to plunge into her slutty
little cunt.  She wouldn't mind getting some cunts all hot and bothered either. 
Isn't that right Subject 342?"  Dr. Wingate asked, her voice hard suddenly.

Trinity moaned, blushing deeply.  "No .. yes .. well, not exactly like that!" 
she exclaimed, shame overcoming her as she realized the room was full of people
and that Dr. Wingate was telling them what she had felt earlier.

"No need to respond subject 342.  It's all been recorded and I will play it back
for them."

Dr. Wingate slipped a pair of headphones over Trinity's ears and then nodded to
her husband.

He cleared his throat quickly and smiled.  "On monitor one, you will see the
brainwave patterns for an aroused state in which the subject was pleased with
what was occurring.  On monitor two, you see the brainwaves generated just now. 
You will note that both the red and yellow lines have dipped significantly when
Dr. Wingate began using foul language and it was made clear that the subjects
was being embarrassed by sharing something she thought would be confidential. 
This is most interesting as the subject is quite fond of using foul language
herself, but when used in reference to her, she does not find it pleasurable. 
Now recall that this is a most basic finding, just the main markers.  With our
system, we will be able to map this more comprehensively to see where these
emotions are originating from and we will be able to reproduce them as well. 
For the purposes of this demonstration though, it is enough to note that
physically, her reactions went to a less aroused state when Dr. Wingate began
speaking to her and her emotional state registered in the negative as well - at
least as compared to the readings generated when the subject was in a positive
and sexually aroused state."  He concluded, taking his seat once more.

Dr. Wingate adjusted the headphones so that Trinity could hear them once more. 
Tears rolled silently from Trinity's eyes.

"Why are you crying subject 342?"  Dr. Wingate asked.

"Because ... because ... I didn't know you would tell everyone about what I said
... and you made it seem like I was mean ... that ... that ... I was just a
whore teasing them or something.  I'm not like that ... I just ... it's just so
unfair!"  Trinity wailed softly.

"I'm sure they didn't take it that way.  No, why don't you stop and listen to
what else I have to say before jumping to conclusions about this being unfair." 
Dr. Wingate instructed.

Trinity nodded, "Okay."

"For those that are working on the analysis with us, please note that you will
need the videotapes in order to wade through all the data generated thus far. 
Subject 342 has some quirks that make watching the videos essential.  The videos
are cued to the data and when the subject is in a positive aroused state, you
will a red band at the edge of the video.  When the subject is in a neutral
state you will see an orange band and when the subject is in a negative state of
arousal you will see a blue band.  You will find the video dealing with the
subject's initial examination by Dr. Jones before the subject was transported to
this facility quite interesting.  Now then, let us continue with the experiment
Dr. Wingate said quickly, noting that Trinity was blushing once more.

"The sensors in the subjects nipples and vaginal area are highly sensitive to
the most minute changes in arousal states.  Watch the red lines carefully now -
they are color coded to match the videos."

"Subject 342, after this demonstration we will need to give you several
injections so that your body will not reject the various implants.  I'm afraid
that we will be using very long needles as we need to target many of the deep
muscle tissues.  I will try to be sure that it isn't too painful, but you will
need several injections."  As Dr. Wingate spoke, the observers could see that
the red bands were slowly increasing in amplitude and frequency.

"Once we've given you the injections, we will need to give you a complete
examination that needs to be observed by those enforcing the terms of this
protocol. I'm sure this will be embarrassing for a lovely young lady like you,
knowing that many men and women will be watching as your most intimate parts are
examined in front of strangers who are taking notes." 

The red bands continued to swell.  Dr. Wingate turned the headphones off so
Trinity could not hear and addressed the group once more.

"As you can see, her state of arousal at my words is clearly indicated and if
you check the physical readouts, you will see that engorgement has occurred in
her nipples, clitoris and vaginal walls - clearly indicating that emotionally
and physically she is aroused by the thought of many people seeing her naked and
exposed, even her most intimate places.  You will also note that she is looking
forward to receiving the injections."

Dr. Wingate again turned the headphones on.

"Subject 342 has been clinically diagnosed as being both masochistic and capable
of great violence.  Prior to being assigned to us for this experiment, the
subject was facing criminal charges for attacking another female and violating
her sexually."  Dr. Wingate explained.  "It is our hope to correct these
tendencies by exploring the psychological make-up and using our system to
provide appropriate feedback to correct negative thinking. 

The monitors began to show a downward spiral of arousal and negative emotional
components at the higher brain centers while the more primal centers
demonstrated a sharp increase in positive and aroused response.

Dr. Wingate continued once it was clear the other health professionals had noted
the readings.  "Clearly Subject 342 exhibits distinctly different readings from
the primal centers of the brain as compared to the more advanced areas."  Dr.
Wingate continued, using a laser pointer to indicate the respective readings. 
"The recent exchange stimulated several areas of the brain including the limbic
system and Brodmann's areas 18 and 19 commonly referred to as the 'mind's eye'
-- where imagination begins.  We will be exploring this link more
comprehensively as we progress in our testing.  As you are all aware these same
areas have been proven to be active in the process of using language, in using
our imagination and in the enjoyment of music which clearly indicates that
sexuality pervades all areas of the brain, perhaps more so than other stimuli."

Dr. Wingate set down her pointer and indicated that the technician should
prepare the injection sites and the syringes for the injections.  "What we will
observe now is the reaction to injections in various sites of the subject's
body.  The first injection .. "  Dr. Wingate paused until the technician
indicated he was ready to inject the subject, "will be given in the arm."

The technician slowly injected the fleshy upper arm of the subject.  There was
very little change in the monitors.

"The second injection will be administered in the upper thigh."  Dr. Wingate
continued, letting the technician do his work. The technician swabbed the
injection site at the upper thigh halfway between the knee and the hip and
injected the contents of the syringe.  Again the monitors showed very little
effect, the arousal levels remained constant as did the emotional indicators.

Dr. Wingate nodded in satisfaction and smiled, speaking for Trinity's benefit
now.  "In my research I came across interesting experiments conducted by
physicians at the turn of the century in the United States to relieve women of
symptoms of what they called 'hysteria'.  It was found that some women had
adhesions between the clitoral shaft and the prepuce which caused them great
discomfort.  Because it was a time of great outward sexual repression, these
women suffered from constant arousal that knew no outlet.  These same symptoms
were noted in female children as young as ten and the procedure for curing these
females was a type of circumcision in which the clitoral hood was often trimmed
or the adhesions worked loose with some metal instrument so they would trouble
the females no longer."

As Dr. Wingate spoke, the arousal levels of the subject climbed slowly but
steadily in both the primitive areas of the brain and the more sophisticated
areas.

"Several physicians wrote on the subject and it is assumed that some across the
country treated their female patients in this way.  It was done under general
anesthesia as it was considered much too intense to be tolerated by an aware
patient.  The patient was secured unto some table, presumably much like a modern
gynecological table, given the anesthetic and then the doctor would use a
specially designed clamp to capture the flesh of the clitoral prepuce and then
use a scalpel to trim away the excess flesh.  It was reported that the females
recovered quite nicely, relieved of their excessive lusts."

As Dr. Wingate continued her explanation, the technician moved between the
subject's legs and swabbed the area just above the clitoral prepuce in
preparation for the next injection.

"This research is interesting as Subject 342's behavior would have been
classified as 'hysteria' at that time and so I will recreate the experiment for
the purposes of validating the results as it has in modern times been considered
poor science and simply a way for physicians of the time to conduct sexual
improprieties."  Dr. Wingate nodded to the technician who carefully pressed the
needle of the syringe at the top of the clitoral hood and began to inject the
solution into Subject 342.

Subject 342 gasped and groaned, her body twitching at the sensation but the
readings on the monitor immediately jumped several levels, rising sharply in
arousal.

"It is interesting to note that women of the turn of the century were considered
sluts if they exhibited any sexual pleasure - even with their husbands, if we
are to believe writings of time.  As you are all aware, masturbation was a
societal ill that demanded constant vigilance and immediate, harsh punishment. 
It is said that masturbation by today's young is the single most important
factor in the breakdown of societal mores.  Subject 342 is clearly such a case. 
Her files indicate that she boasted of masturbating, boasted of giving up her
virginity at the tender age of 12 - and with a man of the cloth!"  Dr. Wingate
went on, giving special emphasis to certain words.

The graphs became confusing as levels when up and down unexpectedly as Dr.
Wingate spoke.

"Subject 342 has attempted to molest her own siblings, has been incredibly
forward with her own parents and generally has no restraint when it comes to her
own sexuality."  Dr. Wingate concluded, still watching the monitors move
erratically up and down in all areas.

"342?  How are you feeling?"  Dr. Wingate asked gently, running a finger lightly
across Trinity's nipples and then leaving a soft trail directly to her engorged
clitoris.

"Funny ... kind of floaty ... heard your talk .. was nice I guess.  You doctors
are funny sometimes .. "  Trinity replied with a soft sigh as Dr. Wingate gently
ran her finger over Trinities clitoris and then across her slick inner labia.

The graphs showed that the signals were leveling out and rising now towards
arousal again.  Dr. Wingate continued lightly stroking various parts of
Trinity's body as she prompted her with questions.

"342, tell me about the encounter with the girl that landed you here."

"Oh ... "  A look of disgust crossed Trinity's face.  "She was all for it until
her Daddy walked in!"

"So you didn't attack her as was stated in the charges against you?"  Dr.
Wingate asked, still stroking Trinity's nipples and vulva.

"Well ... I don't know.  This girl, her name is Beth, she was always telling me
about stuff she did with her Dad.  I don't know if it's true now, but she told
me that her Daddy didn't ignore her like mine did.  She said her Daddy was very
strict because they go to church and all that.  I thought it was cool and used
to get so hot when she would tell me what happened each Sunday."  Trinity began
softly.

"So one Sunday afternoon, we were playing in her room and she starts telling me
about what happened that morning, just like she always did, but she said that
even more happened this time.  She was all excited too and was still wearing her
church clothes.  I loved when she did that because she didn't wear underwear and
so I could see her cunt when she moved and I think she knew that and did it on
purpose.  But we used to eventually compare our boobs and cunts anyway, seeing
who's was bigger or different and then touch each other but not really playing,
you know?"  Trinity said, "I mean, before then it was just to look and see
though I really wanted to do more and maybe suck her cunt or something, suck on
her nipples and play some kind of games but we didn't do that before."

"So anyway, she was all excited, and when I saw her snatch this time, I saw it
was hairless now.  That got me so hot!  We'd been seeing how much hair we each
had before, proud of having grown up hair down there but now it was bald!" 
Trinity said, her voice revealing her excitement.

"Beth!  What happened to your hair?"  I asked, feeling all hot and bothered now.

Beth grinned, "I have to tell it all in order.  You're cheating."  She said
smugly, crossing her legs now.

"Well, get on with it then."  I told her, wanting to touch myself as I listened. 
My skirt had a pocket with a big hole in it so I slid my hand in my pocket,
trying to be casual and started fingering myself as she told me what happened.

Beth got all serious and took a deep breath.  "Well, everything's changed now. 
I finally, finally got my period and so Mommy and Daddy had to have that talk
with me, you know, THE talk."  Beth told me.

"You did!  Wow!"  I said because I knew that they were worried that she hadn't
had it yet and might have to go to the doctor.  "That's great!  But so what
about the talk, I had that a long time ago, all about reproduction and all."

Beth rolled her eyes.  "No, you wouldn't know anything about this talk because
you don't go to church or anything.  This isn't for regular people to know, and
I'm sinning just in telling you because its PRIVATE."  Beth said in a whisper.

"Okay, its private church stuff."  I said, wanting her to get on with it.  She'd
moved again so I could see her bare snatch.  Her cunt lips were kind of pouting
a bit because of her position on the floor and I could see the darker red past
her puffy outer lips.  I could even smell her a bit and I swear I was getting
drunk off the smell.  I just wanted to put my mouth there and lick it all over.

"So, I had my period on Monday, just a little one I think because it was over on
Wednesday.  I told my Mom of course and she said it was going to be special
today, to celebrate."  Beth said smugly.  "So, this morning Daddy woke me up and
took me to the bathroom like usual for my cleaning, but said it was going to be
extra special because I had to be blessed by the church because I'm a woman
now."  Beth said proudly.

I loved when she told about the cleanings because they would give her enemas and
then scrub her hard with this bristle brush, making her pale skin all pink even
hours later.  I started fingering myself harder, imaging her cleaning, her Dad
putting the tube into her ass and putting bags and bags of water up there.

"So, Daddy gave me a huge cleaning and this time I was cramping really bad, he
said he had to put special stuff in the water this time and that's why it hurt
because I had to be purified and all that."  Beth explained, letting her legs
splay wider so I could see her cunt more.  I could even see that it was a little
wet now.

"Then he scrubbed me up and all, after I got all the stuff out of me.  Then he
said that because I was a woman now, I had to learn some special things about
men."  Beth said dramatically, waiting for me to ask about it.

"What?!  What did he tell you?"  I asked eagerly.

"Well ... "  Beth said slowly, leaning closer to whisper in my ear, "He said
that now I was worthy of getting his seed, that his seed would keep me pure
because lots of women strayed once they had their period and had uncontrollable
urges that only a man's seed could control."

I frowned, "Really?!"  I couldn't help but think that her church was really
cool.  I would have done anything to have my Daddy tell me that.  "That is so
cool ... so .. like ... he just pumped you right there?!"

Beth laughed, "No silly, it's not like your slutty adventures.  This is serious
and solemn stuff.  A father doesn't just do that kind of thing.  This has
special meaning and it's an honor and a sign of passing from childhood to
womanhood.  It's really a shame that you've spoiled it all by being such a
whore."  Beth said in a superior tone.

This was new, before Beth never said those kinds of things to me and was excited
when I told her about doing things with a couple of men.  I got kinda mad at her
attitude, but wanted to hear more about what happened so I just let it slide. 
"And so, then what happened?"

"He said that after I got my weekly spanking, I was to thank him for his care of
me and to kneel in front of him to accept him into my mouth and that it would be
like this until I got married.  He said that sometimes, as I had more urges, he
might have to give me more of his seed as he wanted to make sure I was a proper
and respectful daughter.  He said that I would likely need more spankings too as
young women just got carried away when their hormones started going and that he
didn't want me to end up like you."  Beth realized what she just said and
clapped a hand to her mouth, turning red.

"Like me?"  I asked, hurt now that they had been talking about me and obviously
not in a nice way.

Beth blushed again and stuttered a bit.  "Well, you know, rejected by your
father and so having to use other men as ... substitutes .. and well, you know,
giving your body to any man that wants it."  Beth said, acutely embarrassed now.

I didn't know what to say, her words really hurt but she flashed her cunt again
and then began to open her blouse, which was also unusual.

"Look, I wanted to show you something."  Beth whispered, unbuttoning her blouse
all the way and showing off that she wasn't even wearing a bra.  I gasped when I
saw her breasts.  Her nipples looked redder and bigger and I could see pink
lines across her whole breast.

"What are those?"  I asked, already guessing that she was spanked with something
across her breasts and getting instantly wet at that thought.

Beth grinned, "You know what they are.  Daddy used a cane on me, a thin one and
said that instead of spankings on my bottom I had to get them on all the places
that cause women trouble, the places where those urges come from."

"Did it hurt a lot?"  I asked, my fingers working double time now.

Beth grinned, "Well, sort of.  You see, after the cleaning Daddy said that he
had to get rid of the awful hair because once you have your period it's very
unsanitary to have hair there.  So he had me lay on the bed and spread my legs
and then put the shaving cream on and started to shave me.  It was really nice
feeling to be clean of all that hair.  He told me how pretty my womanhood was
and carefully checked me to be sure everything was okay and he asked about my
period and opened me wide to see if it was all gone."  Beth said, her voice
getting husky now.

"I was feeling really nice and then Daddy asked me if I was getting an urge.  I
didn't know what he meant and he asked if I felt ticklish or tingly between my
legs.  Well, I had to tell the truth. Every time he touched me down there it
felt really good, so I told him.  He just nodded and got up to get something and
came back with this bamboo thing that we used in the garden for staking tomato
plants.  He said that I had to watch these urges and if I had one, I was to come
immediately to him or Mom so that they could take care of it.  He sat down
between my legs again and then touched me again between the legs, asking if I
had that feeling.  Well, I sure did and so I said yes.  He then took the cane
and smacked me across the breasts with it several times.  Then he would touch me
again and ask and even though it hurt when he caned my breasts, I still kept
having urges when he touched me down there."  Beth said with a flushed smile.

I was just about panting, just picturing the scene.  Her Daddy was pretty good
looking for an older guy and had big strong hands.  It was so easy to imagine
the whole thing, her laying on the bed with her legs spread, him being all kind
and stern, asking how she was feeling and then beating her breasts with the
cane.

I just nodded, so that she would keep talking.

"Well, Daddy noticed that it was getting juicy between my legs and said that was
a bad sign already that I sure had rushed into womanhood in a big way.  Then he
hit my nipples with the cane and that hurt real bad.  I screamed because it was
like fire.  He had to do that a bunch of times before I stopped being juicy down
there.  Daddy said I was a good girl and that he just needed to finish spanking
me so we could go to church and I could be blessed.  He said that now that I
stopped being juicy down there, I could be spanked there.  Then he spanked my
inner thighs, real close to my womanhood and then just on the lips until they
were red and puffy."  Beth said, and I couldn't help but take a closer look as
she was all different down there.  Her lips were nice and puffy but because they
had hair before, I couldn't tell how much really.

"So ... how did they bless you?"  I asked, breathless now because I wanted her
so bad.  Those nipples were teasing me and her cunt was all ripe and juicy
looking.  I was squirming by then and just couldn't help it.  She knew what I
was feeling and just kind of smiled at me funny.  I should have known then that
something was up, but she just kept telling me her story.

"Well, that's the best part!"  she said, pulling her skirt up all the way and
starting to finger herself now.

I could barely control myself now as she had never been that forward before. 
Usually I had to start and then she would follow though never quite like this.

"We had regular services and at the end, they always ask if anyone needed any
special things like baptism or consecration.  I never knew what consecration was
but this time Daddy told them that we needed that.  The priest smiled and no one
else spoke up so we waited until everyone else had gone and then he came over,
smiling at me.  He said some things and he and Daddy talked a bit and then we
all went up to the altar place.  I'd never been up there before but we didn't
stay there, we went through a door there to a special place."

"A special place?"  I asked when she didn't continue right away.

Beth smiled again, "Very special.  It's where all the consecrations are done by
the priest.  The priest said I had to put on this special holy gown and it was
not as pretty as I hoped it would be. It was all white, like a summer dress,
gauzy, you know?"  I nodded that I understood and she went on, "It was kinda
sheer too, when I put it on, I could see my nipples and it looked really grown
up on me."  Beth boasted softly.

"Then the priest said that this was the most special time in my life, that I was
ready to be consecrated and that he was proud to help another young woman on her
way to adulthood and a pious life of respect and honor to the church and to my
family.  He said other stuff too and then had me get on the special altar, lying
on my back.  Above me was a mural that he said I had to study and understand. 
It showed angels and devils and men and women doing all kinds of things.   He
would ask me questions and I had to answer them according to what I saw on the
murals.  He said something that this was some kind of judgment thing, that I had
to bare my soul to the Lord so that I could prove my worthiness for his love and
understanding.  The priest then opened the dress I was wearing so that my
breasts were bare and so was my womanhood."

I must have moaned softly because Beth stopped for a moment and then slid closer
to me and I could smell her now.  All sweet and something else ...

"The priest lit some candles and said that these were special candles that would
let him know what the Lord's answers were about me and all.  He then started
asking me questions about the murals and if I said something wrong, hot wax
dripped on me to let me know that the Lord was displeased with my answer.  It
was really hard work and I was sweating and crying when it was all done.  I
don't even remember what he asked me and I got so many wrong.  I was covered in
this red wax all over and was afraid that I'd failed the test, that I wouldn't
be found worthy."

Beth took a deep breath and I could hear how slick she was now as she moved her
fingers on her cunt.  When she didn't continue, I asked her, "Well, what then?"

She just smiled at me and I watched her finger as it slid inside her.  I gasped
because she'd never done that before because she was a virgin!

"No way!  Really?!"  I said, shocked and excited that the priest did her right
there on the altar.

She nodded slyly, pushing her finger in and out deeply, all wet and slick making
those sounds.

I leaned close and just couldn't resist, "Let me see!"  I demanded.

She took her finger out and held her cunt lips open and I saw that her hymen
really was missing, it was all gone and looked a bit raw and red.  I dipped my
finger into her opening and she moaned softly, rocking her hips a little. 
Amazed at my luck in being able to touch her like this I utched forward a bit to
get even closer, letting my finger enter her recently virgin hole and imagining
the priest sticking his cock into her, making her bleed on the altar while going
on and on about giving her to the Lord and some such.  She was so wet and I
could see that there was still tiny drops of blood mixing with her juices.  I
used my other hand to lightly rub her little clit which was really hard now.

She began to moan softly and asked me if I could tie her wrists up, the way they
did at church.  Oh this was getting better and better as I continued to imagine
it all.  I quickly got the sash from her robe and tied her hands real tight
above her head and then sucked her nipples into my mouth real quick before
moving down to her juicy little cunt.  My heart was pounding, I was so excited
by the story and wondered if it was really, really true.  Why couldn't my family
belong to that church, it would have been awesome!

This time, I just pressed my mouth against her little cunt, tasting all her
juices and could vaguely tell that I was getting just a tiny bit of blood as
every once in a while I would get this coppery taste in my mouth.  She was so
sweet and delicious though and I lost myself in feeling her cunt lips and clit
with my tongue, sucking gently, pressing my finger inside wondering if there was
seed there from the priest.  I could smell semen vaguely in her and tried to
suck it all out of her.

Dr. Wingate lightly touched Trinity's quite swollen clitoris and Trinity
exploded in orgasm, sending the indicators off the scale as she moaned and
writhed for several long minutes.

When Trinity had recovered, Dr. Wingate asked, "What happened after that?"

"She screamed and then I heard her father bellow and he lifted me up by my hair,
screaming at me what a slut I was, abusing his daughter .. that the devil was in
me and all kinds of stuff.  he called me names and even started slapping me." 
Trinity replied, confused and angry again, as if still uncertain why it had all
happened.

"He called my father, called the police and it just got all ugly.  My family was
horrified and believed everything they said about me.  I mean, when we went to
court and even before that, they dressed up Beth so that she looked lots younger
and because she's smaller than me, I guess it worked.  And then, because she
made me tie her hands, they said I did it with intent and all that.  Then they
said that Beth was ... I forget the words .. developmentally delayed or
something that even if what I said was true I had no business doing things.  It
was all a pack of lies.  Then they showed a video in court."  Trinity said,
heaving in anger now as she recalled all that had happened.

"But it was all a lie, it was a fake video, I swear it.  I didn't do those
things.  They made it up, like I took her virginity.  They had doctors records
that said just a few days ago she was examined and was a virgin.  They said I
did it all .. "  Trinity began to sob quietly.

"Are you sure you didn't?  They have ways of telling if video has been tampered
with."  Dr. Wingate prompted softly.

Trinity shook her head slightly, wincing a bit as it was still quite sore. 
"They said they had video in her room because of her condition, that they always
watch her to be sure she doesn't hurt herself and they said it hadn't been
tampered with but I swear I didn't do it."

"I'm sure we'll be able to figure this out Trinity."  Dr. Wingate said gently,
"You just rest now and we'll talk about it again later when you are feeling
better."

Dr. Wingate faced the audience and didn't bother adjusting the headphones,
letting Trinity hear all she was saying.

"The courts have proven conclusively that the video was valid and all the
evidence indicates that Trinity in fact overpowered the girl - who incidentally
is diagnosed with a form of delay.  It was speculated that perhaps Trinity had a
lapse of consciousness, or entered a fugue state which she can not now recall
which is what prompted her to be assigned to us for this study."  Dr. Wingate
explained.  "She has been through an entire battery of tests, counseling, drugs
and other things to get at the root of this, all to no avail."

Trinity gasped and began to cry as she processed what Dr. Wingate was saying but
Dr. Wingate squeezed her hand gently and patted her lightly to soothe her as she
continued.

"It can only be concluded that Subject 342 shall be given one last option for
recovery via our program as conventional means have failed utterly.  You will
all be witness to this revolutionary program that is designed to deal
appropriately with sex offenders of either gender.  That is all for our
introduction.  In the coming months, we will fully explore the subject's
reactions to specially designed stimuli and record the reactions in the process
of building our feedback references.  If you have suggestions for stimuli, don't
hesitate to contact either myself or my colleague Dr. Jones.  Thank you very
much for your time and attention."

It took nearly half an hour for the room to empty as each person stopped to ask
questions, make comments or get copies of related information.  Finally Dr.
Wingate and Dr. Jones were alone once more with a very groggy Trinity.

"342, you need to pay attention now as we need you to tell us something that
will help heal you."  Dr. Wingate said sternly, removing her fingers from
Trinity's vaginal area.

"But you said all those things about me, that made it seem like it was all
true!"  Trinity said accusingly.

"That is strictly for the protocols - we have to begin this inquiry and tests by
accepting what the courts have already ruled or it will seem as if we are siding
with you.  Because I believe you are innocent, I know that we can prove it
eventually.  You'll have to trust us on this, we have to play by their rules in
order to make our case."  Dr. Wingate explained.

Trinity nodded, though remained doubtful.

"Now then, I'm going to try some hypnosis on you, take you back to when you were
a little bit younger, about 11 or so.  I know you feel your father has been
terribly neglectful of you, ignoring your needs, being callous with your
emotions, refusing to acknowledge that you were a budding and beautiful woman. 
So many girls are horribly abused like that by uncaring fathers, it is a sad
fact of life.  He probably meant well in some sick way, but I know the hurt it
leaves behind.  I want you to imagine for me, what it would have been like. 
Tell me how you should have been treated by your father.  I know you must have
dreamt about being loved by him properly as any developing teen should be.  Tell
me about how it could have been .. "  Dr. Wingate prompted softly.

Trinity sighed softly, "Oh ... yes .. I've dreamed about that lots and lots.  I
was an early bloomer .. I was so proud because I was the first in my class to
start growing boobs and I got little hairs down there."  Trinity began, her
voice seeming to change from childlike innocence to defiance.

"I'm not supposed to call it a cunt you know ... not nice to do that.  Didn't
used to call it that.  Called it a vagina like Mom taught me to.  And a
clitoris."  Trinity giggled a little before continuing.  "I really kind of like
those old fashioned words you know.  They sound stupid, but they're nice sort
of.  Like sex to mean the whole vagina and member or manhood to mean a man's
cock.  It's different but now I use the bad words cause I'm pissed and don't
care what people think.  It's all fucked up anyway."  Trinity said, getting
angry now.

"Hold on ... "  Dr. Wingate said gently, taking Trinity's hand, "I want you to
tell how it could have been , so we can change it and make it happen.  Imagine
how it would be if your father didn't ignore you, if he was proud of your
growing breasts, your new womanly body.  Imagine all that you wanted to happen
... so that we can make it happen .. "  Dr. Wingate urged softly, stroking
Trinity's inner thigh and then cupping her breast gently.

"Yeah .. much nicer to think about that.  Dreamed about it all the time, every
day and more.  Used to try and find ways to surprise Daddy."  Trinity giggled. 
"I would forget to take my clothes with me into the bathroom and come out naked
after a shower.  Then I would wear things that were sexy and I wouldn't wear
underwear and bend down in front of him or reach for things or just all kinds of
things.  I tried to cuddle with him in bed, letting my nightgown bunch way up so
I could press my boobies against his naked back .. and I tried to snuggle down
low to get to his penis.  I wanted his penis in my mouth. Friends told me that
women would put their mouths on a man's penis .. cock .. and do stuff that men
really liked.  But I guess I didn't do it good because he always told me I was
being bad."  Trinity pouted.

"But .. if it was like it was supposed to be I would have been able to do that
and I wouldn't have had to do that preacher man though he was nice.  But I
wanted my Daddy to do that, to teach me like he taught me all those other things
like riding a bike, and cooking, and sports and everything.  Maybe he would be
interested in how my breasts were growing, come see me in the morning and check
my boobs and then make me lay down and spread my legs on the bed, and look at my
vagina and how it was growing.  And maybe he would tell me how to touch myself
and play with my clit.  He would put his fingers on me and rub me, push his
finger inside a bit and tell me that on a special day he would make me a real
woman."  Trinity smiled softly, fully involved in telling how it could have
been.

"Then he would make sure I showered really nice, so I was clean everywhere and
massage my breasts because sometimes they hurt a bit.  And then make my nipples
nice and hard with his strong fingers.  He would tell me how to put my mouth on
his penis so that it feels good, pushing into my mouth hard until he climaxed
with his semen.  He would tell me to wear proper clothes, that I shouldn't show
myself off to other men because it was private stuff until I was married.  I
would have to wear neat little uniforms with skirts and blouses and be polite
and if I wasn't polite, I'd get spanked on my bare bottom."  Trinity continued,
her voice sounding childish now and dreamy.

"The teachers in school would be very strict, making me sit straight in my seat,
bare bottom on the wooden chair and if I got an answer wrong or didn't do my
homework correctly the teacher would bend me over his desk in front of the whole
class and use a ruler to spank my bare bottom.  The teacher would call my Daddy
later so that Daddy could punish me at home too for being bad in school.  When I
got home from school if I was bad, my Mom would make me kneel in the corner in
the living room with my skirt up so my bottom was the first thing Daddy would
see when he came in and he would see the marks of the ruler and know that I was
bad."

Trinity paused for a while and Dr. Wingate noted the extremely high levels of
arousal and strong emotional components that were quite active as Trinity shared
her dreams of what could have been.  She nodded to her husband who smiled back
at her.

"He would come home and see my bare bottom with the red marks on it and sit down
in his favorite chair facing me, but of course I couldn't see him until I got to
turn around.  He would ask me what happened in school and I would tell him that
I answered wrong and got punished and was waiting for his punishment.  This time
would be different though on account of me becoming a woman and all.  My boobs
had grown and the pubic hair.  Even the teacher said something about it in class
and everybody laughed.  The teacher told me that I had to have new punishments
because I wasn't a child any more and that I should tell my Dad that.  So I did
...

"Daddy, the teacher said I was getting too old for regular punishments."  I said
quietly, feeling all shy suddenly though I had been kneeling in this corner
nearly everyday since school had started.

"He did, did he?"  Daddy said in surprise.  "Well now, guess I had better take a
closer look then.  Seems everything was fine this morning when I examined you. 
Come here and kneel down so I can see what your teacher is going on about."

I came and kneeled at Daddy's feet, afraid to look up at him because something
really was different though I didn't know what.  I felt all giddy and even a bit
dizzy.

"Well?!"  he said impatiently, "How do you expect me to see through your blouse
and skirt?"

"Oh .. sorry Daddy!"  I gulped in embarrassment, quickly unbuttoning my blouse
and taking off my skirt.  I remembered to kneel with my thighs spread really
wide so he could see my pubic hair.

Daddy reached out to cup my breasts and he pinched my nipples lightly, nodding. 
"Quite nice, just like your mother's when I married her."

I beamed when he said that as I was always comparing myself to Mom.

"You do have some nasty old hair down there. Hasn't your mother been helping you
get rid of it?"  he said, frowning.

I nodded, "Yes Daddy, she did but I just forgot because I keep oversleeping. 
Guess all this growing and changing just makes me so tired."

He nodded and I was getting nervous.  "Your mother show you how to pleasure
yourself?"

I nodded shyly.  "Yes Daddy.  Do you want to see?"  I asked, not sure if it was
the right thing to do.

"Yes.  It's important that you learn to do it correctly and that you do it often
unless I have to tell you otherwise."  he said, leaning back in his chair and
watching me.

I began to panic, because I had never shown him before.  I'd been doing it a
while now because it seemed I needed to so much ... but this was different
suddenly, after what the teacher said and everything.

He smiled at me, "Go on, I know you know how.  Just close your eyes and pretend
you are doing it alone.  Men love watching women pleasure themselves."

His words sent me off and I closed my eyes, knowing that my Daddy would enjoy
watching me play with myself.  I moved to cup my breast with one hand, and
pinching the nipple lightly with my fingers because that made me tingle down
between my legs.  As soon as it started to tingle between my legs, I took my
other hand and began to rub small circles around my clit and I could hear the
wet sticky sound as I massaged myself there.  It was all wet and sticky!  I got
tired of kneeling and figured Daddy wouldn't mind if I just lay down and spread
my legs ... that was much easier.  I spread my legs really wide and let my hand
move between my clit and my really juicy hole while I kept pinching my nipples. 
I imagined Daddy's hand helping me on my vagina and then my other nipple. His
hands were always so warm and they were big and strong too.  Then I imagined
that his fingers would press against my virginity a little.  I kept rubbing,
feeling really good now, rocking my hips because I knew I was going to climax
real soon now.  I kept thinking about Daddy's hands all over me, finding me all
sexy and womanly.  I imagined his penis getting rock hard in his pants, pushing
against them.

I heard myself groan as my climax came and kept moving my hand faster and faster
thinking I had one more inside because I was so hot imagining all this stuff but
it just wouldn't come.  I groaned in frustration.  "Daddy .. help .. please .. " 
I begged, rubbing myself frantically and bucking my hips at him.

"What baby, what do you need?"  he asked softly.

Dr. Wingate was surprised to see Trinity's numbers peaking, she was on the brink
of climax again just from imagining this scenario with her father.

Trinity continued, nearly incoherently,  "I wanted to scream in frustration,
couldn't he tell I was stuck .. just as I was about to scream I felt his warm
finger flick my nipple and then felt more of his warm fingers push my hand away
and begin rubbing circles around my clit.  It felt so amazing I began to climax
all over the place and Daddy kept on going and going until I was begging him to
stop because I could hardly breath anymore!"

Dr. Wingate gently massaged Trinity's clit and vaginal area while using her
other hand to lightly stimulate her nipples and Trinity climaxed quite strongly,
several times in fact, just as in her story.

It took several moments for Trinity to catch her breath and resume the story,
though now her voice was quite spent, as if falling asleep.

"And he gathered me up in his arms, 'There now little one!' he said in mild
surprise, 'You've done very well and I guess your teacher was right, you have
become a woman with a woman's body and yearnings.'"  Trinity smiled softly and
was soon sleeping deeply. 

Dr. Wingate applied the headphones once more so that Trinity could not overhear
anything they might discuss.

"Now that was most interesting!"  her husband said, checking the graphs and data
in disbelief.  "Excellent!"

Dr. Wingate nodded, "Indeed.  I think we have the perfect subject and have
already set the stage by indicating her 'record'.  I think we should let her
rest now while we get some rest ourselves."

Dr. Jones chuckled, "I have this feeling that you have a different idea of rest
than I do."

Dr. Wingate chuckled in return, "Well, perhaps I should volunteer for this
assignment so I can get some satisfaction.  I've never been so turned on in all
my life."

Dr. Jones nodded, "I know very well what is going on with you.  Now, let's see
to Trinity and get her settled in her new room.  We'll begin the regression so
that tomorrow we'll be ready to fully explore what her mind is capable of."

They wheeled Trinity to the room in which she would be spending most of the
coming three months.  It was a standard type hospital room in the secure wing of
the Yawla center that could only be accessed by those with a very specific
security clearance.

They transferred her to her new bed and checked her catheter and IV before
applying the thick nylon restraints that would keep her from dislodging the IV
or the catheter.  They then covered her with a light pink blanket and raised all
the rails on the bed so that no harm could come to her in the night.  When they
had raised all the rails of the bed, it looked very much like an adult sized
crib.



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