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TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse)
Celeste listed several stories as "lost" in her Cumulative Monthly List posted
in late July. I'm posting those I have to ASS/M and hope those who have
others will do the same. My reposting will include:
Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest?
Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more?
Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2?
Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin}
Hands On {Deidre Ng}
Meeting Shirley {The Observer}
Open Big {Thomas A Long}
Silent Intruder {Annette}
Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng}
Terri's Dilemma {The Observer}
Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author}
These stories have been minimally cleaned up. If I have it,
the text includes original headers and footers.
Still missing, as far as I'm concerned:
"Let Your Fingers Do the Riding" by Solo Polyphony
"Under the Table" by DOLFAN353
"Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf
"'D' Is for Driving" by Dulcinea
"So Shy" by Scott Sanders (young love)
"Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan
Best,
Titmouse
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Chapter 21
The Doctor walked over to a cart filled with several pieces of
equipment, picking up a large enema syringe that looked like a giant
hypodermic needle, filled with a whitish material; he walked around,
showed it to Tonya, and continued on to the back of the test bench.
He nodded to Nancy, who took a dollop of lubricating jelly on her
finger and placed it on the helpless girl's exposed anus. Nancy's
finger slowly circled around Tonya's tightly clenched orifice as the
Doctor spoke.
"What I'm going to do first," he said, "is to fill your rectum
with this cream; it'll have the effect of both cleaning you out, and
desensitizing your colon."
Tonya noticed that she couldn't feel Nancy's finger circling her
anus as much as she had, and that she was having trouble keeping it
tensed up. She felt some pressure, and knew that her sphincter was
opening up to let the finger inside. Nancy moved her finger in and
out of the hole, slowly, and soon withdrew it.
The Doctor took it as his cue to insert the nozzle in Tonya's
anus; it went in with very little resistance. He slowly pushed the
nozzle in as far as he could, then started pressing down on the
plunger, forcing the cream into her bowels. She felt her intestines
staring to fill up, and struggled in her bindings; she wasn't able
to move in the least, though, and settled down.
The feeling of fullness soon dulled, though, and she realized
that the anesthetic in the cream was starting to take effect. The
plunger kept moving down, guided by her captor's steady hand. After
a couple of minutes, the syringe was empty, and he removed it; the
helplessly bound Harding could barely tell, though.
The Doctor walked over to the cart again, this time picking up a
small tube and a clip of some kind, and continuing on, showing the
equipment to his captive, and returning to the restrained rump.
"Since the cream will take some time to work fully, I'll save
the rectal tube insertion for last," he explained, "Now, I'm going
to connect the clitoral stimulator and urinary catheter."
He gently parted Tonya's pussy lips, easing the catheter into
her urethra. The steady hand moved the device almost imperceptibly
as it slid into her bladder. She felt its presence as it penetrated
inside her, an unwelcome guest that she was helpless to expel...
When the catheter was properly seated, the Doctor inflated it
partially, checking to make sure it would hold, then continued until
it was solidly locked in place. He then slid back her clitoral hood,
exposing her shiny pink clit, and connected the stimulator to it.
"This is called a TENS unit, Tonya," he intoned, "It'll give you
tiny, pulsed electric shocks; not enough voltage to hurt, but it
provides VERY intense stimulation. The level can be varied from very
mild to extreme; you'll probably experience the entire spectrum", he
said, with a slight grin.
"No...," Tonya started to whine, "Please don't..."
The Doctor paid no overt notice; he went back over to the cart
again, this time picking up a speculum and a rather bulky-looking
spreader that looked like a piston-ring wrench. He showed them to
Tonya, whose eyes grew wide with fear, and went back around to the
bound girl's buttocks.
"Please don't...," Tonya pleaded, "Pleeeease..."
Again, her pleas were ignored; he spread her pussy lips apart,
gently inserting the speculum as she whined in dreaded anticipation
of her most private area being turned into a gaping maw! Slowly, it
slid into the fountain of the helpless ex-skater's femininity, the
captive female's cries betraying her agony...
When the speculum was all the way in, the Doctor squeezed the
handles, slowly and firmly, causing Tonya to gasp deeply from the
sensation! Her fear made her feel like her body would be ripped
apart by the spreading speculum blades; it was exactly the effect
that the Doctor expected from his captive...
Soon, the dreaded speculum was withdrawn, and was replaced by
the large spreader. Rock-steady hands guided it into her tormented
pudendum, down to the deepest levels of her womanly orifice. Tonya
felt uncomfortable as it slid in, fearing the inevitable stretching
and distortion of her vaginal cavity. Tears welled up in her eyes as
the spreader hit bottom.
"Just relax, and it won't hurt...," the Doctor said, gently.
He started to turn the knob on the spreader, and Tonya felt her
vaginal walls start to expand from the pressure. She wondered how
wide her precious womanhood would be forced by the device; she could
feel herself opening up, farther and farther, unable to stop the
spreader from stretching her pussy ever wider!
The Doctor continued to turn the knob; the metallic sides of the
device moved farther apart inside the helpless Harding hole. He
looked at an indicator on the spreader; it read 3.5 inches. Just a
few turns more...
When the indicator read 4 inches, he stopped turning the knob;
Tonya was whimpering as her captor walked over to the cart, picking
up a large cylindrical object with hundreds of holes all over it. He
walked up to the helpless girl's head, holding it directly in front
of her face.
"This will extract the lubricating secretions from your vagina
during the Endurance Test, Tonya," he explained, "It'll be connected
to a suction tube. The TENS stimulation will keep you in a state of
arousal, which will produce copious amounts of your juices."
The Doctor returned to Tonya's fettered femininity, examining
the width of her expanded vagina, then slowly guiding the extractor
into the gap made by the spreader's sides. When it was in as far as
it could go, he held one hand on the end of the extractor, pulling
the spreader out with the other; as it was removed, it slipped over
his hand and wrist, until it was completely removed. He let go of
the extractor, sliding his hand out of the spreader in one smooth
motion.
He pressed on the extractor slightly, to make sure that it was
still as deep as it would go, then reached over, picking up a tube
and connecting it to a nozzle on the device. When he was satisfied
that all the connections were tight, he picked up a small control
box, pressing a button that said "raise". Instantly, the test bench
began to rise, until Tonya's body was as high as his head.
He picked up a hypodermic needle, pulled off the cover, once
again walking around front to show his captive patient what he was
about to use on her. Her eyes grew even wider with fear when she saw
the needle, and she started crying again.
"This is another hormone injection, Tonya," he said, ignoring
her cries, "You've noticed that your breasts have become quite large
since I gave you the first one, of course; as part of the Endurance
Test, your lactational capacity will be measured. To do this, you'll
be milked for the entire 24 hours of the test."
"NOOOOOO!!!!", Tonya cried out in hysterical anguish, "Please!
Anything but that!!!!"
Tonya's tightly bound body struggled and strained in a futile
attempt to prevent the needle from being inserted into her breast;
she screamed as it pierced her skin, more from fear than pain. The
Doctor's thumb pressed the plunger down, sending a thin stream of
hormones into Tonya's enhanced chest; the captive girl was sweating
profusely, even though the room was fairly cool.
When the syringe was empty, the Doctor withdrew it from his
captive's breast, then walked over to the table, set it down, and
picked up another one, walking over to Tonya's other side. Again,
the needle pierced the Harding breast, to the accompaniment of her
screams and agonized writhing; the hormones were injected, the
needle withdrawn, and it was over.
A small device that looked like a suction cup was held up to
Tonya's face; the Doctor walked around to her left side, nodding to
Nancy, who was carrying a jar full of a brown substance. She stuck
her gloved hand into the jar, scooping out a glob of the goo, and
started rubbing the goo onto Tonya's breast; it felt cold to her at
first, but then she started feeling a peculiar tingling sensation.
"What Nancy is coating your breasts with," the Doctor said, "Is
a sensitizing compound; it'll make them much more receptive to the
stimulation of the lactational extraction."
Nancy's hand was covering the helpless breasts liberally with
the sensitizing cream; their new firmness was apparent to her
ex-rival, who found the job easier than she'd expected. Tonya's
newly enhanced breasts took on a shiny gloss from the cream, and the
tingling increased in its intensity. Nancy looked at the Doctor, who
closely inspected her work, nodding in her direction.
He held the suction cup in front of Nancy, who rubbed a dab of
the cream into it; he pressed it against Tonya's nipple, where it
stayed when he let go of it. He took a large clear funnel from the
cart; he gently guided it over Tonya's breast, pressing it to her
chest as securely as it would go. Grasping the small suction cup on
her nipple, he adjusted it until the two formed a seal together.
The Doctor and Nancy, having completed the left side, repeated
the procedure for Tonya's right breast; the cream, suction cup, and
funnel were painstakingly secured to her other breast, exactly the
same way they'd been on the left.
Returning to the cart, the Doctor picked up a harness, walked
over to the tightly-bound captive ex-skater, and carefully slid it
over the funnels covering Tonya's breasts. He adjusted the funnels,
making sure the harness was holding them properly, then passed a
strap across her back. Nancy did the same with a strap on the other
side; she handed the end to her cohort, who quickly buckled the ends
together.
The Doctor took a clear plastic hose from the cart, pressing it
onto a nozzle on the right suction cup; he connected the other end
to a nozzle on a small pump, which was set on top of a large bell
jar. He turned the pump on for a moment, causing Tonya's nipple to
be sucked farther into the suction cup. He inspected the now-swollen
nipple, and did the same for the left side. Taking another hose from
the cart, he connected the nozzle on the clear funnel to a nozzle on
the test bench, then pressed a button, causing the captive breast to
totally fill the funnel; again, it was repeated for the left side,
while Tonya groaned, in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
The two walked around to Tonya's butt; Nancy gently slid her
index finger in, then another, then another, and finally, her pinky;
she twisted her hand back and forth as she worked it inside her
ex-rival's rectal orifice, slowly and gently...
Tonya moaned; she could tell that Nancy was doing something to
her anus, but due to the desensitizing cream still in her rectum,
she couldn't feel what was happening.
Nancy's hand continued making its way into the captive girl's
most private opening, unstopped by any resistance from the rectal
sphincter. Her thumb started making its own way inside, then her
palm, and finally, her wrist passed through Tonya's sensationless
anus, with the helpless Harding unable to prevent the violation of
her unmentionable orifice!
Nancy's fingertips reached Tonya's internal sphincter, which
readily yielded to the penetration. Nancy slowly slid her hand out,
smiling and nodding to the Doctor.
"Tonya," he explained, "the sensation in your anus has been
completely deadened; this is so we'll be able to insert the rectal
tube into you with as little pain as possible."
"No! Please!" Tonya pleaded, "Please don't!"
"The purpose of the rectal tube," he continued, unmoved by her
pleas, "is to prevent your sphincter muscles from being damaged by
the stimulation you'll be receiving during the Endurance Test."
He walked over to the cart once again, this time picking up a
long, thick, black tube about 8 inches long and 3 inches wide; he
walked around and held it up to the helpless girl's face. Tonya's
eyes widened in horror at the sight!
"Y-you can't..." she stammered, her tightly-bound body shaking
in the restraints, struggling in vain to free itself, "you can't...
p-p-put th-th-that-t in my-m-m-my... b-b-butt-t-t!!! It-it-it'll
NEVER g-g-go in!!!"
"Tonya," the Doctor said, his voice growing stern, "this is part
of the Intensive Therapy! This WILL be inserted, whether you like it
or not! Is that CLEAR?"
"P-p-pleeeease don't!!!" Tonya cried, "I c-c-can't d-dooo
th-th-this-s-s!!!"
The Doctor said nothing, but simply walked around to her ample
butt, handing the tube to Nancy. He placed a hand on each of Tonya's
buttocks, gently moving his thumb into the crack; she responded with
even heavier sobbing and whining, which intensified as she felt the
thumbs inch closer to her anesthetized anus!
"No! Pleeeeease!!! Nooo!" the helpless Harding cried, knowing
that her defenseless derriere would soon be invaded by the massive
tube, violating her most private of areas with utter impunity!
The Doctor took a small rod from the cart, smoothly inserting it
into Tonya's tormented tush; he noted the depth it had penetrated
inside, then withdrew it. He picked up a small ring from the cart,
placing it on one end of the tube, then placed a second ring on the
other end, exactly the distance that the probe had penetrated.
"It's time for the insertion, Tonya," he announced, causing the
captive to struggle even more furiously, but to no avail.
"NOOOO!!!" Tonya screamed, her body shaking so furiously that
Nancy saw the test bench shake! She looked at the Doctor, who nodded
back; she took a small jar of lubricant from the cart, picked up a
small sponge brush, and dipped it into the jar. She removed it, then
walked over to Tonya's bound buttocks, swirling the brush into her
anal opening, lubricating it for what was soon to come!
"NNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Tonya pleaded, her agony turning her pleas
into inhuman wails of anguish! Nancy pushed the brush farther inside
her ex-rival's rectum, now coating the inside sphincter with the
lubricant. Soon, she pulled the brush out; now, it was time...
Nancy handed the brush to the Doctor, who rinsed it off, then
dipped it in the jar of lubricant once again. Withdrawing it, he
held the tube in hand, and covered it with the slippery goo.
"Just relax, Tonya; you're only making it worse for yourself."
"NNNOOOOOOAAAAAAOOOOOOWOWWWWWW!!!" Tonya screamed, her voice
taking on unearthly tones of fear and pain! She tried furiously to
clench her butt, but the desensitizing cream had done its job too
well; she had no way to control it!
The Doctor slipped a rounded nose-piece into the tube, then
covered it with the lubricant, as well. He carefully positioned the
tube at his captive's anus, and slowly pushed it inside, as Tonya's
agony lapsed into hyper-ventilation and furious gasps for air!
"Just relax, Tonya," he said, in a lullaby-smooth voice, "I'm
almost done..."
He was slowly guiding the massive tube into Tonya's slippery
butt; gentle pressure, with slow turns back and forth, made the job
easy for him. The tube penetrated the internal ring of muscle; his
steady hand adjusted the tube until he felt the ring he'd placed on
the end pass through. He twisted it slightly, just to make sure it
was seated properly, then connected a hose to a small nozzle
sticking out from the tube; as he turned a valve on, pressure filled
the rings on the tube, expanding them, and locking them into place.
"All done, Tonya..."
The hysterical Harding started to relax, her anguish giving way
to more muted sobs. The Doctor walked around, bending down to gently
stroke Tonya's face; her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying
she'd done.
"Was that really all that bad, Tonya?"
"It was..." Tonya paused, searching for the right words, "it
was... worse than... than ANYTHING!"
"Does it hurt now?"
"Uhhhhhh..." Tonya had to think; soon, she realized that even
though the rectal tube was stretching her anus farther than she'd
thought possible, she wasn't really feeling any pain.
"Does it? Can you answer me?"
"Well..." she didn't want to look foolish by admitting that it
wasn't hurting her at all.
"I didn't think so;" he said, smiling, "you realize that you
made it worse by getting hysterical about it, don't you?"
"Uhhhhh... Yeah, I guess..." Tonya was feeling more and more
humiliated by her ordeal.
"That's part of the therapy," he explained, "most of the time,
it's the fear that we feel that keeps us from dealing with problems,
not the problems themselves"
"Ohhh..."
The Doctor walked around to her butt, took hold of the rod
connected to the nosepiece on the tube, flipped a small lever,
pushed in slightly, and withdrew the nosepiece. He set it on the
cart, picking up a large round endpiece, which he fit into the
rectal tube snugly. He picked up yet another hose from the cart, and
connected one end to a nozzle on the endpiece, and the other to a
nozzle on the test bench.
He walked around to the cart again, picking up a stomach tube
and an inflatable gag, and walked back to face Tonya.
"OK, just a little bit more before we get started; open up..."
Tonya opened her mouth; she swallowed the tube easily, with no
problem getting it down. The Doctor slid the other end of the tube
through a hole in the gag, and moved the gag down to her mouth. She
let the gag go into her mouth with ease, then he buckled it around
her head; he inflated it, and Tonya felt her mouth fill up, unable
to control the expanding gag.
"Now, just one more thing, and we'll be ready to go..."
He took a device resembling a combination of sunglasses and
earphones from the cart, placing the "sunglasses" over her eyes, and
the "earphones" in her ears. A few straps, and the devices were in
place. He gently lifted one of the earphones, speaking softly...
"Tonya, in a moment, we'll start the Endurance Test; you'll be
going through this for 24 hours, non-stop. There's no 'pass or fail'
in this, either; like I said before, the idea is for the stimulation
you receive to put you in the spiritual trance, and whatever happens
while you're in the trance is what happens..."
"It's time to get started, now..."
Chapter 22
Tonya's heart raced as the Doctor walked away; fear of what
would soon be happening to her, beyond any of her control, was more
than she could deal with by simply trying to relax...
Unseen by the helpless Harding, the Doctor walked over to the
cart yet again, this time taking a short bar with a thick strip of
leather attached at one end. He took the bar, and inserted it into a
small holder near Tonya's left knee; he held the leather strip up to
her butt, still undetected by his captive, checking the point where
it would make contact. He knelt down, loosening a latch, pulling the
holder out about an inch, and re-securing it; again, he checked the
leather strip's contact point, and was satisfied this time.
Tonya had no idea that a spanking machine was being prepared for
her as part of the Endurance Test; she simply wondered why the
Doctor seemed to be taking so long to get started. She tried to
control her fear, but every second increased the feelings of dread
and apprehension.
The Doctor was taking his time setting up the leather spanking
strap for the right side; he was in no particular hurry, knowing
that the longer Tonya had to wait, the more sensitive she would be
once the test actually started.
Nancy was in a small control room just off the side of the
testing room. The control room was full of monitors, meters, and
other electronic equipment that she couldn't understand; she could
tell that Tonya's heart was racing, but was only vaguely aware that
her own heart rate was similar to her helplessly bound ex-rival's...
Nancy's attention to the meters kept her from noticing that the
Doctor had entered the room; her hands were sliding their way down
her stomach when she saw him, and quickly held them together, her
face turning a lovely shade of red from his presence.
"Ummm... Uhhh..." she stammered.
"Did I interrupt something?" the Doctor said, smiling, well
aware of his assistant's state of arousal; Nancy was speechless.
"You might want to go into the Break Room," he continued, his
smile getting bigger, "it's equipped with everything you need to...
'relieve your tensions', Nancy."
"Ummmm..." Nancy still didn't know what to say until a thought
hit, "Let's get this started, and then I'll take a break, OK?"
"Good idea," the Doctor replied, impressed with her ingenuity.
Tonya was starting to feel like every second that passed was an
eternity; she knew how totally helpless she was, and after the
torment she'd already been put through, knowing that this would be
the worst yet made her fear for her sanity, if not her very life!
In the control room, the Doctor was adjusting several of the
pieces of equipment; in her combination of awe and arousal, Nancy
couldn't figure out how he was able to make sense of any of it. The
Doctor made one final adjustment, and turned to his assistant.
"The first thing that Tonya feels," he explained, "will be a
jolt from the TENS unit; it's not enough to injure her, but with the
fear and anxiety she's feeling, the sensation will be something like
getting hit by a bolt of lightning."
"Ouch!"
"Just kind of an attention-getter, really," he continued, "the
rest of the test will be fairly intense, but not extremely painful;
the stimulation she'll be getting will be like getting intoxicated
and highly aroused at the same time. Kind of, 'high and horny', you
might say", he concluded, grinning.
"Oh..." Nancy replied, the thought growing in her mind that she,
too, might wind up "high and horny".
"The equipment is set so that it'll function automatically once
the procedure is started," he continued, "so the only thing we have
to do during the test is to check things every once in a while to
make sure that nothing's going wrong. Everything that happens, like
Tonya's reactions, is being logged, and there are alarms that are
set to go off if anything serious starts to happen, so we don't have
to be watching every second. We'll get started, then I'll go
upstairs and get some sleep; you can either watch in here, or relax
in the Break Room, whichever you want."
"OK..."
Securely pinioned to the test bench, Tonya's body writhed and
struggled, the eternity she had waited destroying her patience; she
wanted this to start NOW, dammit!
'What's taking it so long to get started?' Tonya's mind cried
out, unable to articulate her frustration, 'Why hasn't anything
happened yet?'.
The Doctor motioned to Nancy, who got up out of the chair she
was sitting in; he took the seat, moving his finger to a button that
said "Begin". The lights dimmed in the test room.
"Here we go..."
END, CHAPTERS 21-22 OF 32
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