Author: Dr. Gamble Title: My Laboratory Summary: We have met the degenerate doctor, we have met his evil father, and now we get to hear the doctor tell his own story. I must warn you that the "doctor" is a pretty sick puppy himself, and his sense of right and wrong tends to deviate somewhat from the norm. However, if you have made it this far in the series you should be pretty much aware of what he is capable of doing. Keywords: MF caution nc rape Mdom bd sad violent tort lac This story is of an adults only nature, please do not continue reading if you are not of age to do so. This story is a part of a collection of related fantasies which deal with rape and violent torture of a non-consenting nature. The content of these stories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be confused with reality or construed as an endorsement of the activities depicted. While some of these stories contain characters who are subjected to various situations including slavery, abuse, and an assortment of other unspeakable acts against nature, remember that both the victims and perpetrators are characters and not real people. MY LABORATORY I've often wondered what my life would have been like if I had never come to the island or if I'd been lucky enough to have grown up in a normal kind of place. I was born in Argentina in the mid-1950s and grew up in my aunts' house. My mother died just a few hours after I was born and my father died a short time later. Actually, I firmly believe that he was murdered. My father was a medical doctor who had been a member of the Nazi elite. He moved to Argentina shortly after the war to escape prosecution and from the few stories I heard from those who knew him in Germany, there were plenty of good reasons for him to flee. He had worked with the SS during the war as an interrogator and the job they gave him was to counteract the French Resistance. He was captured for a time by the British in Northern Africa and taken to England but managed to escape, with a little help from the Luftwaffe, while being transported by air to the United States. He spent some time in Eastern Europe after that, but as the war was inevitably coming to an end he managed to get out of Germany with a sizeable cache of gold, jewels and other valuables. Arriving in Argentina he became a dairy farmer, married a local girl and lived a rather conventional life, at least until I was born. Since like I said my mother died in childbirth, my father soon after begged his sister in Germany to come to join him in Argentina in order to help him raise me. She arrived with two of her female friends, whom she insisted that I also call my aunts even though we all knew fully well that we weren't related. Apparently she had never liked my father, and never knew much about his past life either, but after arriving on the farm all that began to change. The aunts soon picked up on the gossip which flowed through that small town about my father's past during the war. I guess they knew he was in the army but had no idea about the methods of harshness he was accused of using in his counterespionage work. When I was about four years old he mysteriously died of food poisoning. I've always been convinced they did it to him, but that wasn't the worst of it. After that time, growing up for me was pure hell. I ended up literally being their slave, waiting on them hand and foot. The cruelest part of it was when I reached puberty and began to realize that I was gay. That was when their tortures became more and more repressive. They would make fun of me in public, scorn my friends, and then one of them decided to force me bathe with her so that I would "learn correct sexuality." Things finally peaked when they decided that they had to mutilate and get rid of my best friend in school, for my "own good." He was a real sweet guy and the only one I could confide in during that whole time. One night after I had invited him to sleep over at my house, the three of them broke into my room with a butcher knife and went at slicing at his genitals with it. I managed to get loose from them and freed him before they succeeded in completing their little scheme and then the two of us somehow managed to flee the house before they could catch up with us. However, the three aunts called the police, accusing my friend of attacking them and they came and picked him up and took him away to some prison somewhere. He never survived that place long enough to go to trial. After that incident my life steadily grew even more unbearable. Their crusade to "correct" my sexual orientation continued with renewed strength and vengeance and I became subjected to all sorts of sexual rituals with both them and with the various female prostitutes they hired to "teach" me. I finally managed to escape from their house and never returned. People have told me that my aunt and their friends are the cause of my hatred for women but that's not really true. I don't hate women. To be honest, I really just don't care about women. I have no problem with them as long as they know how to behave. Its just when they get weepy and whiny that I can't tolerate them and it seems that the ones they get for us on the island are usually these little, soft, skinny and hairless females who tend to talk a lot and cry all the time. Actually, the fact of the matter is, I find females to be biologically fascinating. I mean if one looks at the reality that they come with a rather deep sturdy hole in their crotch along with having a pair of milk sacks hanging off their chests, they seem to be just begging to be put to some useful purpose. We eat eggs. We drink milk. Quite honestly it seems as if the female body in any species is built to be not much more than a little supply factory. I guess I see them, like cows and hens, as a biological entity which can be put to some useful purpose I had always been interested in the sciences, biology in particular, and maybe it was that fascination combined with some sort of genetic drive which led me to enroll in medical school after I left my aunt's house. As it turned out I didn't have the money to finish, only managing a couple of years of study, but that little bit of training has since paid off in the long run. It also gave me the opportunity to find new friends and it was while I was in medical school that I met my lifetime companion and we are still together today. He has his quirks but we have similar backgrounds of social rejection by our families and most important, I am confident that he understands me. Actually I believe I enhanced his reputation. I won't go into the details but when we met he was working as an enforcer for a large scale Cuban drug operation. It wasn't particularly difficult or time consuming work but from time to time he would be asked to either discipline or occasionally to eliminate certain of his "colleagues" in the drug trade. I told him some of the stories which I had heard about my father during the war and he especially admired and then adopted the way in which my father used to go about executing his particularly uncooperative prisoners. This particular method consisted of taking a shotgun and discharging it up into the prisoner's genitals. Soon my companion was known all over, from Buenos Aries to Mexico City, as the hit man who shot your balls off. Unfortunately his "calling card" also led the police to be able to readily identify his work and within a few years, by the late seventies, he was looking for something else to do which wouldn't call as much attention to himself and his employers. The organization he worked for had many diversified interests including drugs, smuggling, gambling, night clubs, and prostitution. It was in association with this last thing that my companion saw a unique opportunity to create a profitable enterprise both for himself as well as for the family. The family had first acquired the casino on this little island in the Caribbean in the late fifties as part of a larger financial settlement dealing with some failed real estate venture in Florida. It remained just a little backwater resort until the Cuban revolution forced the closing of their extensive holdings in Havana. Since they enjoyed favorable political and legal status from the local authorities on that little island, they completely renovated the hotel and casino building and expanded the island's airport as far as the hills would allow to support larger twin engine aircraft making the place a popular vacation spot and playground for men seeking something more than just the warm sun. The casino offered gambling and entertainment, and the female staff offered a wide variety of "personal services" for the patrons. The madam for this operation was this big German woman whom they had nicknamed "the cow" although I'm pretty certain nobody ever called her that to her face. Her specialty was in straightening out problem hookers where they might need a little extra disciplinary conditioning. Soon enough she had established the casino as the place where any operator could, for a small fee, send his less cooperative girls for necessary obedience training sessions. Every once in while they would also receive requests from clients on the island who wanted to take one or more of the girls home with them. Actually some of these guys had pretty bizarre fantasies and the girls they bought usually didn't last too long but the outright sale of females constituted only a small part of this whole operation. Usually there were a few girls anyway that were either untrainable or somehow knew too much about something they weren't supposed to and if it kept the clients happy the family had no particular objections to seeing them go. About the time my friend found himself retiring from the drug trade, one of the casino's hookers apparently had enough of "the cow's" training methods and the big madam was found in her bed one morning with her throat cut open. Her murderer was found and sold off to an African client who was said to practice cannibalism but her demise left no one in charge of the retraining operation on the island. What we saw in all this enterprise was a decent potential for revenue from our various foreign clients for young unattached females and to this day, particularly in the Far East, Middle East and in Africa, there still seems to be a steady demand for young white women among the wealthy and powerful. We used to joke that it became so popular in Africa because the Africans saw it as the black man's revenge to get to finally fuck over the whites for a change, but ultimately it seemed to offer some rather profitable possibilities for us. After some campaigning on our part the family came around to regarding it as a lucrative enough idea to consolidate and then dominate the entire market for both retraining and supplying prostitutes. However at the same time, they were greatly concerned that getting involved in this type of operation posed a considerable danger of unwanted publicity if it were ever "discovered" and publicity was one thing they weren't at all interested in. So instructing us to operate as discreetly as possible, it was finally decided that they would allow a trial project and appointed my companion to organize the thing and get it up and running. He of course hired me to help and to go along with him. On the south end of the island was a private estate separated from the casino by a long stone wall. Around 1970 the main house suffered major damage from a tropical storm and the owner decided to sell out to the family rather than rebuild. The sole remaining building in the estate was a large warehouse building which had been built up on pilings so it survived the storm surge that had destroyed the house. It was empty but in still reasonably good condition when we arrived on the island in 1980. This warehouse building, separated by both distance and a wall from the casino, seemed a natural to become the base for our operation. We found this huge guy, a former professional wrestler who was at that time a bouncer at the casino, to work as a guard for the facility, and together we quickly assembled some holding cells, a kitchen, and a small apartment for the live-in guard. Then we began to work on getting the business started. The first thing we did was to work out arrangements to maintain a steady supply of females for the retraining operation. Although we seem to get all types, we prefer that the stock we end up buying to be more or less small in stature and young, late teens or early twenties. The market for younger ones is better and if they get too big or too old they don't intimidate as easily and are usually harder to control. Of course the guard has no trouble with any of them and particularly likes the bigger athletic females with big breasts but I only use the smaller, younger ones which I can more easily control when I'm working with them in my lab. We primarily deal with females who are already managed by the outfit such as prostitutes or dancers, and only occasionally do we do favors for other operations who have hookers in need of additional submissiveness training. Generally all this traffic eventually funnels through either Bogota or Miami where we have control of airport freight loading areas secluded enough to allow transfers to the island with little notice or interference. The females are flown through these distribution points in a special compartment built into the old DC-3 we use to shuttle supplies and freight to the casino. Generally we only have to fly them in this way since going back after they have been reconditioned they are always very cooperative and offer no resistance. We've never encountered any problems with this part of the operation. The guard literally jumped at the chance to take over this reconditioning training. He went ahead on his own and set up his bedroom apartment as a sort of discipline chamber with all sorts of leather harnesses, whips and that sort of thing. He refers to it as his submissiveness training center and he has become quite successful at turning out compliant hookers after only a few days of instruction. He even has a reasonable rate of success with many of the hard core problem cases. The process we developed wasn't really all that difficult to put together and isn't really all that original. Largely it is based on nineteenth century prison theory and mainly involves intensive isolation, strict discipline, quick punishment, and constant supervision. Each female is kept in solitary confinement and since silence makes for mental isolation, they are not allowed to talk, not allowed communicate with one another in any way, and not allowed any personal freedom. In prison terms, silence is the advantage of the keeper versus the inmate. Communication allows the inmate to conspire. In conspiring, the prisoner creates the connections and comradery which make up the prison subculture. The important thing is to prevent them from communicating which in turn breaks the back of that subculture. Then you as the keeper have the upper hand in breaking them of any independent spirit they might have in order to make them more responsive to the training procedures. In our operation this is established as soon as they arrive on the island as part of their initial processing where they are required to strip in front of one of us, given their I.D. collar and then they are made to submit to a rather through medical exam. Also their fingernails are kept very short and occasionally their hair is cut allowing us to more easily maintain their physical reconditioning. There is a whole psychology to making them strip and remain naked all the while they are on the island and we feel that by doing it we set up at the very beginning a capitulation of identity and complete obedience to our training goals. The key is to keep them continuously off guard with surprise inspections, irregular but constant discipline and a general lack of any sort of routine. Then as long as they remain with us, this lesson is reinforced by keeping them subservient and continuously denying them any human individuality. Basically, you might say we treat them as if they were animals. Once we get through to them and they realize that they have to rely on us for everything, and they finally agree to relinquish to us all control over their lives, our training is complete. It usually doesn't take very long. Soon after we started up, however, we began to acquire our own females from various sources inside and outside the family who simply didn't want them back. This development forced us to undertake some leg work toward creating a market for these new acquisitions while at the same time making sure that our operation remained low profile. Having our own stock to sell did enhance the profitability of the operation and we have since developed new markets in Africa and the Middle East with the demand for new females growing to two or three a month by 1990 with seasonal peaks in the spring and around New Years. Interestingly enough, my medical training seemed to come in handy right away. From the very beginning the supply of females was marginal and many of them were not in great physical condition so I became known on the island as the doctor. Right away I got pretty good at patching them up, at least to get them off drugs, looking healthy, maximizing our profit margin and creating a better bottom line for our operation. We were also able to screen them for any sexually transmitted diseases, quarantining the sick ones until we could give them a clean bill of health or else marketing them as disposables. Our clients are highly appreciative of our efforts in this area. Actually, it paid off in some other ways as well. A couple years after we arrived on the island I had a chance to set up a little laboratory in some empty space in the warehouse building. The lab was originally established to do some experimentation on dietary supplements since some of the females coming through seemed anemic, poorly nourished and sickly. In order to establish the high level of quality control in our product that I felt was necessary, I did a considerable amount of work on tailoring diet needs to individual females and then combining that with specific regimens of exercise designed to correct various physical deficiencies. The result to this effort was that besides their psychological reconditioning, I was able to get pretty consistent results in achieving a much improved physical look with our female product. The female physique I was aiming for was pretty much one which is slim without being skinny, fit, healthy, attractive and without defects. I like smooth clear skin with no abrasions or bruises, nice proportional breasts which are full without being saggy, thin waists, tight round butts, and tight thigh muscles. I can't stand pierced anything except maybe ears, and I hate tattoos, several of which I have had removed off their little bodies. It seemed that I spent most of my time reworking butt and leg muscles and in spite of the fact that we didn't have any means of changing their facial features, I was even able to make some progress in that area though both a generous and judicious application of name brand cosmetics. We also invested a considerable amount of our funds in acne and skin medication to the point where every single one of our females was returned not just acting better but looking considerably better as well. While I was in the middle of that work it was suggested to me that perhaps there was a way to alter a female's diet in order to somehow enhance breast growth. Well that theory made sense to me so I embarked on a study of trying several different growth oriented substances on a few of the more promising ones to see if it might have some positive effect. The results I obtained on dietary methods of breast enlargement were mostly inconclusive. It seemed that the time required in order to see any positive results was simply too long compared to the time the females were normally housed on the island, so I then moved on to hormone injections in order to stimulate them quicker. I guessed that what I needed was a source of human hormone supplements but all I had available through my various pharmaceutical connections was stuff intended for goats and dairy cattle, and the majority of these chemicals just seemed to succeed in making my subjects get sick. Then one day I had an interesting breakthrough. Working with a combination of various synthetic hormone compounds in relatively large doses, one of my females started expressing milk. It was really something I didn't expect and I managed to draw about 200 ml. or so from its breasts before it dried up. Since I didn't detect any particular side effects from the injection and since the lactation seemed so short lived, I began to experiment on the quantity and mixture of my hormone concoction and eventually found that with a hot enough dose I could get about 500 ml. from each udder within a couple of hours after administering the serum. The only real side effect I could detect from the hormone mixture was a virtual shut down the menstrual cycle along with a nominal amount of temporary breast enlargement. This side effect was actually rather fortunate since the guard had decided that the way to compensate for the milker's structured routine was to make them into his personal love slaves and in spite of the amount of unprotected fucking the guard and our visiting clientele used to subject them to, I never once had one get pregnant. It turned out that the female could produce a pretty steady supply for about a month or two if limited to one injection and milking session each day before the whole mammary system would just give out, probably from the build up of stress caused by the massive artificial stimulus. This was pretty exciting because not only did it give us a whole new product line but it allowed us to recover almost all the costs involved in feeding and sheltering the females while they were on the island for not much more than a few dollars a day in pharmaceutical expenses. Marketing the product turned out to be surprisingly easy and not only did we find our regular customers interested, it seemed to generate interest in areas that we had not yet developed. I soon designed three milking tables which were fabricated out of stainless steel on which we could lay the females, strapped to its surface at the wrists, ankles and waist, face down so that the udders would pass through holes in the table top. Beneath the table I had hooked up a small used Surge milking machine which I had purchased in Venezuela. The machine worked well when it was working but the thing always demanded constant attention. It turned out that one of the key problems I had with the old Surge was first figuring out how to adapt its cups to fit female breasts and then how to keep them from falling off in the middle of the milking process. I had picked up some little glass breast cup things from a shop in Miami that stocked bondage stuff but they only proved to be too fragile for production use. In addition, I couldn't keep them attached for the whole session without also designing a set of straps or something. So I decided to start from scratch and began to look around for something else I could use. I started with all sorts of things, from those little oxygen masks you use on airplanes to the rubber boot that fits around the gearshift lever in my VW. While I was in the midst of this puzzle, I noticed that while pouring a drink from a two liter plastic Coke bottle that the top part of it was shaped just about right. Using the bottle as a mold, I fashioned a pair of breast cups out of liquid latex, placing a fitting on the apex of the device to accept the machine's intake hose. The cup itself I designed to be a double walled affair, a hard outer shell made out of a lightweight rigid plastic and a latex inner insert which the vacuum would collapse firmly against the breast. I correctly assumed that I would need some sort of mechanical means to stimulate milk ejection and the latex insert seemed to provide the necessary massaging action to squeeze the fluid out of the interior of the gland down to the nipple. The hard outer shell was provided with a series of small holes surrounding the perimeter on the inside circumference of the lip so that the vacuum from the machine would firmly grip the cup to the base of breast while at the same time create enough suction inside the cup to draw out the milk through the nipple. It worked well from the very first day. With three milkers in continuous production, I immediately began to produce surplus quantities of product and subsequent adjustments to my serum formula allowed me to increase butterfat to the point where I was able to experiment with other dairy products. Skimming the cream off the milk I could produce small amounts of butter, or with whole milk I could make cottage cheese, a sort of mild cheddar cheese and even succeeded in making ice cream. Sometime in 1988 one of our Arab customers visited the island and suggested that my products might be more enticing if I somehow used female power working on their own milk to produce my dairy line. So, figuring that butter would be the easiest to start with, I once again began to experiment with my milkers. My first attempt involved a mechanical churn which the female would work using a small bicycle saddle device with a solid plug which would fit up into the vagina and another smaller one for the rectum. Attached to the churn in this way, it would be made to do pelvic thrusts in order to agitate the cream into butter. This was interesting to watch but it didn't really work very well. The chief problem with this method was keeping the subject moving long and intense enough to get any real results. Next I decided on a less mechanical approach which basically consisted of a thick rubber bladder that would be run up into the vaginal cavity so that it was completely contained within the female's own body. I could then pump the cream into it and then mechanically agitate the abdominal area until the butterfat finally congealed into a lump of butter. I've always been fascinated with how incredibly tough and resilient the female reproductive system is and amazingly enough, could get about a full liter of solution in a bladder of this type before the subject would become too uncomfortable to continue. While this system worked better, I still wasn't pleased with the result until an accident led me to the definitive solution. I was working around one of my lab females during one of the routine daily milking sessions when the old Surge decided to once again blow out. Actually, this time the motor shorted and since it was up against one of the metal table legs it sent a shock up into the milker's legs, across its body and back down to the wet floor through the breast cups. Before the motor finally blew its fuse, the female lurched like crazy from the resulting electrical stimulation. That's what gave me the idea that perhaps a controlled, rhythmical pulse could be used to agitate the vaginal bladder, utilizing the milker's own muscle power to churn the milker's own butter. It was just the answer I was looking for. The stimulator device I built to do this is basically a simple electronic pulse generator. Of course one needs to exercise caution when using it, just like any other electrical device, especially around the moist environments of the lab and dairy, since the apparatus is perfectly capable of producing voltages that can cause harm or even electrocution to its operator. In normal use this apparatus produces up to several hundred volts at various locations within its enclosure and is designed to create at the output terminals three millisecond pulses of up to forty milliamperes and two hundred volts. At its maximum settings the output is approximately as hazardous as an old crank type telephone generator. I did some further research and experimentation on what kind of electrical pulse in terms of voltage, amperage and frequency would give me the maximum stimulation without leaving burn marks on the skin surface, it being important not to damage the subjects in any way which might reduce their market value. In order to get the most efficient muscle contractions it became apparent that a pair of electrodes clipped to the lips of the vulva acting against ones placed internally near the top of the vagina created the necessary sharp, sudden and exceptionally controlled spasms which could be used to efficiently churn the cream contained in the vaginal bladder. I then devised a steel cylinder device which not only wouldn't collapse from the female's strongly induced muscle exertions but would allow me to use its metal surface to evenly distribute the electrical pulses across the vaginal sheath's tissues, ensuring regular and thorough muscular contractions. Fifteen minutes to a half hour of agitation would yield a maximum quantity of butter from a given amount of cream. In addition, the process has the positive side effect of enhancing muscle tone in the tummy, buttocks and leg muscles which has yielded measurable improvements in some subjects. We have also begun to ripen the cream using some special cultures I picked up on a trip to Argentina, giving our butter a much more intense butter flavor and a much richer, warmer feel than regular butter. I also worked out a method of mechanically cooling of the cylinder during the churning process in order to help maximize the yield out of the available butterfat in the cream, increasing the efficiency of the entire operation. I was very proud of the engineering which I designed into the churn. This remarkable little device consists of a stainless steel tube twenty centimeters long and five centimeters in diameter. One end has a spherical top which threads into the cylinder and can be removed for filling the cylinder with cream, removing the fresh butter and buttermilk, and for cleaning. The bottom is finished with a flanged end to which the refrigerant hoses are connected. Inside, the cylinder is lined with a series of small tubes which carry the alcohol coolant and serve to keep the cream mixture at the optimum temperature throughout the churning process. The coolant flow additionally turns a paddle mechanism inside the churn which keeps the cream solution thoroughly stirred. Adding the coolant tubes had originally increased the diameter of it a little and there was some concern that it would be too big for the slaves to accommodate. The guard was particularly worried since he sort of thinks of the slaves like they were his own little harem. Well I pointed out to him that most of our stock comes pretty much reamed out already and anyway the vaginal tissue is plenty stretchable and sturdy enough for what we need it for. I can really recall only one problem we had in terms of ruptures or tears and that was with some little Brazilian which had gotten itself all tensed up while anticipating the churn's insertion. Actually I did a bit of research on how much stress the churn put on their little physical systems in an effort to make some determination of just how much of their reaction was from real discomfort and how much of it was just in their minds. While we were on a weekend up in Nassau the dairy operation became a subject of conversation with a certain one of our club friends there. Now this particular guy might seem like your run of the mill a toy boy but he is actually a very serious expert when it comes to heavy bondage things. As an active submissive he has designed some devices for himself which I don't even care to imagine much less relate here. Anyway, he convinced me to let him try the thing out as so we invited him down to the casino and I brought the stimulator and a churn unit over there for him to see. He gave me some advice on electrical stimulation and then before long he had the churn jammed up his poop chute with the stimulator cranked way beyond any settings I've ever run with in our dairy operation. Overall he truly admired the little device and after finishing up with it, didn't seem any the worse for wear. Be that as it may, I've never been particularity interested in trying out the thing myself and took his word for it that it was relatively harmless. Of course he turned down an invitation to observe it in production on a churning session since he couldn't really figure out why we would want to waste such a fine piece of craftsmanship on cunts. The churn unit is connected to a small refrigeration compressor and coolant reservoir by two hoses: an insulated hose carrying the chilled coolant and a thinner, uninsulated return hose. The hoses also carry the wires which deliver the electrical impulses into the vaginal cavity. At first we were doing the milking early in the morning, like on the farm. This would give us fresh milk every morning for our casino hotel guests and a ready fresh supply for our lab activities throughout the day. But eventually we found ourselves regularly using our milking stock to perform various other domestic duties around the facility like preparing meals, cleaning and laundry. However, it seemed that after the daily dairy sessions, especially if they had been involved in churning, the females would become just too exhausted to be of much value in their chores. So that's when we switched the dairy sessions to late afternoon, after chores were completed and just before they were put to bed for the night. The regular work session for the milkers now begins in the late afternoon when they are walked from their cells to the dairy wing. The one which has been chosen to perform the churning for that day is brought out first and taken to the shower room where it is given an enema. We have found that this procedure not only eliminates any organic accidents during the churning process, but it also reduces the risk of vaginal infections developing in the stock from the presence of residual fecal bacteria. It also, of course, protects the butter and buttermilk products from any possibility of contamination. Once it has been cleaned and readied, the one chosen to do the churning is walked to the dairy chamber along with rest of the stock and they are all strapped to the milking tables. First they get their injections and then while we wait for the hormones to take effect they are bathed and prepped for milking. The breasts are cleaned with a disinfectant and the whole body is washed with soap and water to insure product quality. The stock usually gets pretty groggy or passes out for a while after getting their inoculations making them pretty easy to deal with during this cleaning operation which is necessarily through. Once cleaned they are then hooked up to monitoring devices which track pulse rate, respiration, blood pressure and temperature giving us some true indication of their overall health status. We found it to be important that they not eat for several hours before this procedure because the injections also occasionally induce nausea and vomiting so they are only fed a light lunch and then are not fed again until after they are returned to their cells. It takes the hormone solution about in hour and a half to two hours to do its work by which time they are awake again and primed and ready for milking. We then hook them up and work them for about a half hour which is about as long as the effects of the hormone treatment will normally last. The stuff never really induces a normal nursing "let down" so they have to be constantly pumped in order to keep the milk flowing. I have also never been able to get them to lactate on their own with much success once the treatments are withdrawn. Without the daily doses, their milk yields rapidly diminish, generally completely ceasing within a day or two. In order to churn the butter, I originally modified one of the tables by placing an extra set of ankle straps on a pair of outriggers set perpendicular to the table top. Then, taking one leg at a time, I would manually spread open the churning female, reanchoring the ankles to the outriggers. In this way I could get the legs spread far enough apart to get unobstructed access to the vaginal cavity. Of course, there was always the danger of getting kicked in the face during this process, but the table device was merely a prototype and I guess that was just an occupational hazard or maybe a tribute to my physical training program. Once the female is in this openly accessible position, it becomes a simple matter of taking the churn cylinder and sliding it in up into the vagina, stretching its tissue until the flat end of the churn is even with the outer lips of the vulva. Depending on the subject, this insertion procedure can be effortless or a struggle and occasionally the device won't seem to fit all the way in, necessitating other measures to sufficiently lock it in place. Once it is secured and ready to go, we release the waist strap, allowing the female more freedom of movement in order to accomplish the most efficient agitation throughout the churning process. The biggest problem I've encountered with this system is that on some of the more developed subjects, particularly those who have had extensive sexual experience, the churn cylinder occasionally falls out in the middle of the operation. At first we tried using belts and straps to hold the device in place but it seemed like every female pelvis is a different size and getting the belt adjusted for each one of them took a lot of time. Then once we had it on, it seemed like with all the physical activity of the female subject, the hoses and especially the vaginal clips would get knocked off or broken by all the abrupt movement caused by the stimulator pulses. Finally, I ended up having to wash and deal with maintaining the belts all the time so one day I just decided to try gluing the thing in. I experimented with several different formulas and ended up with something I put together by myself which had the right consistency and drying time. It is primarily based on a commercial rubber based cement since that seemed to be the only product I could find which was capable of maintaining a successful bond to both the steel cylinder and the moist walls of the vaginal conduit but yet will allow us to break that seal once the churning is over. The stuff is really only mildly toxic and doesn't seem to have any lasting effect on the female's health. Right from the beginning my little churning operation proved to be very popular with our clients and the demand for my new line of dairy products soon grew substantial enough for us to set aside a portion of the quarters to use solely as a dairy. Then in 1992, our growing success finally resulted in permission to do a major renovation of the slave quarters, as it had been called by that time. My laboratory and dairy enterprise was a featured part of this renovation and a substantial part of the new building is now dedicated to its operation. The rest of the facility consists of the kitchen, storage, several holding cells and one double cell which can be used as an infirmary for ailing females along with the small two room apartment for the guard. The new dairy was designed to accommodate six milkers in simultaneous production with all new built-in milking machines along with improved electrical stimulators and refrigeration compressors specifically designed for the butter churning process. I also designed the new stainless steel milking tables which we had fabricated in Venezuela, each with motorized leg spreaders and contoured in shape, adjustable to fit a varied assortment of female body sizes. In addition, the laboratory included all new equipment which I have since put to good work toward further increasing and improving of our dairy output. As I recall, it was during the renovation that we had our only successful escape attempt. This happened while the laboratory and dairy were located in a temporary storage area inside the building while we completed the final phase of renovation and installed the new equipment. The escape attempt was led by this hooker from the States and who had gotten just a little bit too independent to manage properly. So its pimp sent it out to us for reconditioning and sale and we ended up with it on the island. That independent streak lasted a little too long into the whore's stay at our facility. I had been in Caracas that week arranging for the shipment of the new dairy equipment and my companion had been on an extended trip to both the Middle East and various parts of the former Soviet Union contacting clients. He had just been placed in charge of the entire reconditioning outfit and figured it was critical that he assess and evaluate the existing business before deciding in which direction we might expand next. There were only three females in the quarters at the time, all dedicated to the dairy operation, and the big guard had left for the casino after feeding and locking them up for the night. From what we can figure out, this one hooker knew a bit about picking locks and sometime after the guard left, opened its own cell, the other two cells and the deadbolt on the loading dock door. The three of them managed to get to the warehouse dock area just beyond the security wall where they stole a small boat. They headed west and around daybreak had made it to another small island just a few kilometers from where they had started. Now it just so happened that I was flying back home that very morning in our single engine Cessna seaplane and happened to notice the casino's boat drifting in the water near that island. Circling the little island I could make out the three of them, wrapped in sheets and blankets they had stolen from the quarters, attempting to hide in the sparse vegetation. Trying to figure out what was going on, I radioed the casino and they confirmed the missing boat and then a few minutes later the missing milkers. So I landed next to the island, taxied to the beach and immediately recaptured the three of them. Once I brought them back, I had to keep the big guard from killing the trio out of sheer anger. Actually, I believe the only one who was really guilty of anything was that American whore and I promised him that I would personally take care of the punishment of that one. In Caracas I had gotten some ideas for new products and after talking them over with my companion, now the head of our own outfit, he agreed that we should give them a try. I had temporarily set up my lab in what would eventually become a storage room once the renovation was finally complete and there decided to try a few of my new ideas on this little rebellious number. The guard first had the hooker put in shackles and then we had it do all the churning for next couple of days. In the mean time, I took the opportunity to do some fine tuning on my hormone injections having found some new stuff while I was in Columbia. The first thing I tried was to see if output could be increased by doubling the milking sessions to twice a day but it seemed as if that just wore the milkers down quicker and output really remained about the same. The additional serum seemed to leave them in a continual drug stupor and it became difficult to get them to eat and to keep their liquid intakes up. However, the work I did on boosting butterfat yields proved to be much more productive. After about a week of my new blend, I was getting results in the ten percentile range which was about three times what we were seeing before. Soon after we had gone back to the once a day milking schedule and the new serum formula, I observed a marked improvement in the health and spirit of the milkers. I left the other two on what was now the normal evening schedule but did the hooker in the morning so that I would have a female available throughout the day in my lab. The little whore developed a habit of kicking me in the face every time I would spread its legs open for churning so I figured it might be a good time to try something altogether new. I had used the vaginal bladder device in my previous unsuccessful attempts at making butter but I figured that maybe it would work for making cheese. I would just need enough agitation for the milk and starter to mix together and then I would have to be able to add the rennet and continue some light agitation so that the curds would form. So I modified the rubber bladder with a filler tube and added a separate injection tube for the rennet, dug out my old chair unit with the mechanical shaking device hooked to it and put the hooker on it. It wasn't much fun for the female or me either for that matter. There was a lot of panic involved with fitting the bladder up into the subject as well as with the filling process. I had to pressure pump the warm milk into the bladder to overcome the heavy back pressure caused by having to stretch out the vaginal muscles. After getting about one liter into it, I stopped and turned on the agitating motor. I didn't have any real problems, but the female went crazy. It always seemed that with this bladder device, once they would see their little tummies bulging out they would just loose all control. This time, the whore managed to pee all over the chair while we were stirring in the rennet, almost shorting out the motor. After about a half hour or so, I drained out the whey, removed the bladder and opened it up. While the process successfully produced some tasty cheese curds, I figured that there would have to be an easier way to accomplish this task which didn't involve so much screaming, wailing, and clean up afterwards if we were ever going to do this thing in a full time production setting. I then went to work on an ice cream maker which instead of using a motor would be slave powered. Borrowing from my previous experience with electrical stimulus and with that same bicycle saddle device I had used while developing the butter churning process, I created a mechanism which would convert pelvic motion into the stirring needed for ice cream processing. I fit the slave with the new saddle, which really only connected to the churn through a couple of solid plugs running up into the vagina and rectum. Then I experimented a bit with placement of electrodes on the abdomen in order to maximize the strength of the muscle spasms necessary to run the device. Overall, the contraption worked well enough but there seemed to be a lot of stress on the female's genital tissues, particularly around the opening to the vagina as it worked toward the end of the process when the ice cream mixture grew the thickest. In order to keep the mechanism functioning, I had to crank the voltage to the electrodes between the shaft ends and those taped to the abdomen up to maximum output. This seemed to create too much stress on the subject who subsequently passed out in the middle of the process and I ended up stopping the device before it started to tear tissue or cause permanent damage to the vaginal or rectal orifices. While testing for production is important, one must remember that living subjects are expensive and you really never want to run the risk of causing hemorrhaging and then losing the female in the lab. With the whore beginning to dry up and the final delivery of the new dairy and laboratory equipment imminent, it was getting to be time for me to finish up my research and to prepare for the switch over to the new gear. Since the operation would have to be closed down for a few days, we had been storing up milk to see us through for about a week or so of down time. We also had been searching for some special customers to take our little renegade travelers since having been around and off the island, they might be able to identify the place to others and therefore compromise the security of the entire operation. I wasn't too concerned about the two young ones and ended up sending the both of them to an Arab prince who was one of our earliest dairy customers. He had dining habits which could best be described as macabre and I was pretty sure they wouldn't be talking anyway. The hooker, on the other hand, I don't think we ever did get properly reconditioned, so I had that one sent to a special customer in Africa who dabbled in bestiality with wild animals and really relished taking his pleasure with white females. The guard helped a great deal in the setup of the refurbished dairy. He worked on the new stainless steel milking tables allowing me to set up the laboratory equipment and the central milking machine and electrical stimulator to be used for the churning operation. Having this equipment built in rather than portable allowed it to be considerably quieter in operation besides being far less susceptible to accidental damage. In addition, it made the dairy less cluttered and easier to maintain. The only problem we had with the renovation was that the refrigerator we used to keep the stockpiled dairy products in the warehouse building decided to quit the day after we closed down the dairy. Then, as luck would have it, the same night the courier plane arrived to transfer the old slaves out, we had an unexpected visit from one of our established dairy clients at the casino. I happened to be at a party up in Nassau that afternoon, a wedding involving members of the family, when I received a panicked call from the casino's hotel manager that this guy was staying over for a few days and was requesting some fresh dairy products. The hotel manager had heard from our courier that we had received a young hooker from the States early that same morning on the supply plane out of Miami and he couldn't locate the boss to find out if he could put that one into immediate production or not. Well I made it clear to him that while I wasn't the boss and couldn't really tell him what they could do with that or any other female, I knew just who the client was and how important his patronage was to the operation. So I told them that they should go ahead and I would get back to the island as soon as I could to straighten things out. The equipment in the dairy wasn't really ready, most of it was still in boxes, but the guard had the tables ready to go and I had just that afternoon finished installing the milking machine and electrical stimulator unit although I hadn't had a chance to test or calibrate any of it. We weren't expecting to put any of the new milkers into production for another several days. Well the buyer and the guard processed this new female, gave it a massive injection of my new serum, probably more than I would have done seeing as how it only weighed about forty to forty-five kilograms, and then gave it its enema and strapped it down to one of the new tables. Well since it was bound to happen, my companion, the boss, while breaking in a new employee on the island, encountered this little milker in the dairy, all prepped and ready to go. He was a bit pissed about not knowing anything about what was going on but after I arrived back on the island and explained everything he was all right. While I didn't make it back to the island in time for the milking, I did arrive in time to join my companion in trying out the new butter churn. Since that female had produced enough cream in that one milking to make butter, we decided to go ahead and use the opportunity to test out the new electrical stimulator and churns. Maybe it was just that it was the first one we used to try out the new dairy equipment with, but there was something I always liked about that little female. While it didn't really fit the physical profile for the regular milkers, being younger and less physically developed than most, it still managed to produce a respectable yield of milk with excellent butterfat content, actually better than any milker I had up until that time. We had originally been told that the female was a young prostitute from the States but I remember thinking at the time that with such a tight vaginal conduit and just the way it was acting, it just didn't seem that fully developed emotionally or sexually to have been that much of a hooker. Then when I did its initial medical exam the next day, the freshness of the skin breaks around the vaginal opening confirmed my suspicions that thing couldn't have contained much more than a Tampax before we had shoved our churn in there. Well luckily we decided to coat the churn with glue before inserting it since as it turned out the vagina was so small that we couldn't get the thing all the way in. With about thirty centimeters of it still exposed, I finally managed to get the vulva clips attached and got the churn going. But, as it turned out, it must have been pretty dry in there and the glue held so well that I had to loosen it up with a solvent before being able to break it loose from that little cunt hole once we had finished. Overall the churning process worked pretty well. Although it just barely fit the table, the female was in excellent physical condition and exhibited good, firm contractions keeping the churn in constant agitation. We probably didn't need to run the unit as long as we did, but the session did allow us a good check out of the new system and the little female seemed to perform through it all pretty well. I noticed a few interesting things while monitoring the tightness of the churn on this particular run. The first thing, probably because of the amount of serum which was administered, was that the breasts continued to express milk throughout the churning process. I've since noticed this phenomena in a few other females too, although not very often and primarily among those which were underweight or showed nominal breast development. The other interesting thing I noticed was that the clitoris seemed to be quite positively stimulated by the electrical impulses. Now this curiosity I had never observed before, perhaps I just wasn't looking or maybe the new stimulator was that much better, and I have since only noticed it in a limited way in very few of the other females. It doesn't seem to be any indication of sexual arousal, apparently being just a side effect of the muscle stimulation caused by the electrodes, but it gave me some new ideas. I kept this particular female in production even after we received the ones we had planned to populate the dairy with mainly because it was such a good little producer and remained very obedient. I had wanted to keep it around at least until I had my new lab up and running because it inspired me to try out some new things I had been thinking about. Since its little clit seemed so easily stimulated and it kept up such good butterfat levels, I fabricated a special churn unit which was a little shorter out of some aluminum tubing I had laying around. This was so that the thing would fit the shorter vaginal chamber in that particular milker. It also could be hooked to a vibrator unit so that once I got the thing going, I figured the artificial electrical impulses could be shut off and the vibrator used alone to excite the female enough to go into orgasm. I thought it might work on this particular one, if any of them, since it had exhibited such positive clitoral stimulation from the electrical unit and it would give me a butter product which would be churned through a more "natural" method than the electrical stimulators. Unfortunately, the day I finished it was the same day this Arab general appeared on the island and he bought the little female before I could try out the device. Overall I've been very pleased with the new facilities. The new dairy is all tiled, floor and walls, for easy cleaning and maintenance and has its own mop sink, refrigerator for cold storage and equipment storage closets. The six new contoured stainless steel tables are each convertible for butter churning and the built in central milking machine is much quieter and more reliable than the old Serge ever was. In addition, it has built in electrical stimulator units with voltage, amperage and frequency adjustments for every table besides two additional outlets in the lab area. I also built in timer circuitry for each of them which allows the electrical variables to shift over a period of time so that, for instance, I can automatically increase the pulse intensity toward the end of the churning cycle to compensate for muscle fatigue. Hookups are available at every table to monitor the subject's pulse rate, blood pressure, respiration and temperature which has already yielded a considerable amount of useful data on physical stamina. Once I am able to effectively isolate the monitoring devices from the churning pulse generator, we plan to collect data on muscle endurance toward further increasing overall efficiency of the churning cycle. The lab itself, besides storage cabinets and lab tables, has a new large refrigerator/freezer unit, stove top, oven, double stainless steel sink and dishwasher. Along one wall I was able to get a small metal shop put together with lathe, drill press, and band saw for tool and prototype equipment fabrication. It also has its own milking table, this one being more of an open frame restraint system where I can secure a female's torso in any number of configurations for various experiments. My current project is finding a better way of keeping the churn devices contained in the vaginal conduit and the real solution, I believe, is to elevate the slave's pelvis high enough so that the vaginal channel is at least horizontal. With the host laying flat on its stomach, the angle of the butter churn is such that unless it is tightly gripped or secured it seems to naturally slide out. While the obvious solution might seem to be to just turn them over on their backs, keeping them face down tends to keep the operation cleaner by allowing fluids to drain directly to the floor. I've seen it all here, from vaginal discharge and urine to throwing up, and anything which keeps the churn uncontaminated or the female from choking on its own vomit is important to the process. The table design I've been working on will allow me to modify our present tables so that they will angle the pelvis up to a slightly elevated position, making it easier for the vaginal conduit to efficiently contain the implements placed inside it. Of course the building also has a kitchen facility and cells for the females, including one double room which can be used as an infirmary. I've also included a private visitation/examination room with a double bed, wet bar and VCR/television, so that our special clients can test out their new purchases without us having to take them up to the casino hotel. This new room will also permit us to occasionally entertain selected patrons and allow them to tour the facility and even participate in the daily routine. It's not that we want to turn the quarters and dairy into some kind of theme park but there seems to be a growing interest among our regular clients in seeing the operation in action and it seems a good idea as long as the overall security of the island isn't compromised. Besides opening the facilities up to the clients for occasional "hands on" tours, our plans also call for increased biological and physiological research toward the improvement of the dairy operation and expansion of the dairy product line. We also want to do some work to improve the health and appearance of the females before they are either returned or marketed. For example, plans include conversion of one of the storage rooms in the dorm wing into a photo makeup room where we will be able to do cosmetic work on them before they are presented to potential buyers or renters, enhancing their value for what will only amount to a minor investment. We have also invested in several exercycle machines which are allocated as needed to females who are given a daily quota of exercise time until they are either built up or trimmed down. Their use to date has been extremely successful. One of my friends from college days is now a plastic surgeon up in Nassau. About a year ago he was doing some work for the family when I ran into him at the casino and he immediately became interested in our operation. He suggested that perhaps he could be brought in to do some work on some of the females in exchange for some recreational exercise. Since that time he has reworked few noses along with some other relatively simple procedures, all of which contributed to considerable improvement of our product. There was one female he took a particular interest in and after devoting an extensive amount of work on its facial structure the female wasn't even recognized by its owner when we shipped it back to him. That particular client was very impressed. Overall our clients have been delighted with his specialty work as well as with what we have been able to accomplish with their females both mentally and physically. The one other thing he began experimenting with was reconstructing hymens. This he did with several of the females, a few of which he tested himself after they had healed and I recall at least one which was used as part of a performance which was staged over at the casino. He is quite a good craftsman and I know from experience that you really can't tell the one's he rebuilt from the originals. He also came up with this other idea that maybe instead of reconditioning females, we should start growing our own. In medical school he had a special interest in cloning and genetic engineering and now whenever I see him, he always brings up this scheme of his for breeding these sort of Stepford wives who would all look like Barbie dolls and be trained to provide sensual pleasures of all sorts. His ideas all seem just a little to wacky for me but judging from the photos we have taken over the past few years, his value to our operation is made quite evident by the substantial improvement his work has made to the quality of our product for virtually nothing in cost. The idea of taking photos of the females actually came from the guard while we were setting up initial processing procedures for new stock after the renovation. He figured that if we took pictures of them right after their physical exams we could have publicity photos to help with sales of those that weren't going to be returning to their previous operations. So he offered to temporarily set up a photo studio in his apartment. It seemed that the big guy had always been interested in photography and even had a small darkroom up and running in the casino before we hired him. This has since become a regular part of the processing of new stock and has helped a great deal in marketing the product to clients who can now see in advance what they are buying. Other plans include expansion into the Orient, both in the areas of marketing our dairy line as well as in reconditioning female stock. With the abundant market for prostitution in the Orient, our particular operation has already drawn the interest of a few of the key businessmen we deal with in Japan who have come to us looking for suitable white stock. Additionally, while I know that some of our sales have already involved the making of videos involving action that would be difficult or impossible to get normal actors to agree to, we have had requests to stage similar live entertainments in our casino. Besides just heavy bondage exhibitions, there seems to be some interest among certain clientele to stage various "Nazi bondage" "Japanese rope" and "leather and chain" type divertissments with the disposables as they become available. The amusing thing to all of this is that I have been asked again to do some laboratory research into some kind of injection or dietary supplement that would enhance breast size. This being where we got started with the whole dairy operation, I guess it's high time I finally did some serious research on that particular project.