Chapter 19: Compliance Testing
Anya gasped as slick fingers plunged into her, the unexpected fullness making her thighs tremble. The two shemales bracketing her – one with raven hair and predatory eyes, the other a grinning redhead – pressed closer, their scarred mounds bumping against her hips. Beneath those pale, puckered lines where dicks once stood, she felt the surprisingly heavy, distinct weight of their very full balls, warm against her skin. "Sensitive little hole, isn't it?" the raven-haired one murmured, her breath hot on Anya's neck, fingers curling expertly. "Castration does wonders for the prostate." Anya flinched, a familiar cocktail of shame and intense, unwelcome pleasure flooding her system, even after a year. She hated how easily her body betrayed her secret craving. "Fuck... off," she managed, the protest weak against the relentless stimulation.
Nearby, Belle's sharp cry cut through the ambient moans. "Holy shit, Lexi! What the hell is that setting?" Her caramel body arched off the rubber mat, sweat gleaming on her E-cups. Alexa, kneeling between Belle's spread thighs, grinned maniacally, adjusting a small, humming device clamped onto the excessive folds of Belle's foreskin. "Just a little neural override, darling! Bypassing the limpness entirely!" Belle's tiny, utterly flaccid cock twitched violently, a pathetic, involuntary spasm under the electrical current. "It feels like... like angry bees!" Belle gasped, half-laughing, half-panicking, her hand instinctively reaching down to tug at the stretched skin before Alexa slapped it away. "Don't touch the experiment!"
The crowd surrounding them roared its approval, a wave of hungry sound rolling over the medical arena. "Look at it dance!" someone shouted. "Still got the moves, Belle!" yelled another. Anya tried to focus on Belle's predicament, anything to distract from the two pairs of hands working her over. The redhead chuckled, her own scarred groin grinding against Anya's ass. "See? Joy is possible without the hardware, sweetheart. Embrace it." Her other hand snaked around, calloused fingertips finding Anya's oversensitive nub through her sheer panties. Anya cried out, the dual assault overwhelming, a sharp spike of sensation shooting through her gut. She felt exposed, vulnerable under the harsh lights and watchful eyes, the memory of her own kitchen accident flashing – the scalpel, the blood, the terrifying relief.
Alexa glanced up, her green eyes wide with scientific glee at Belle's spasming. "Perfect neuromuscular response! Utterly detumescent, yet responsive!" She fiddled with the device again. Belle shrieked, her back bowing dramatically. "Too much! Lexi, you lunatic, turn it down!" Her large breasts swayed violently with the force of her convulsions. The raven-haired woman pinning Anya laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Looks like fun. Maybe we need a turn with the toy next?" Her fingers inside Anya pressed deeper, finding that spot that made stars burst behind Anya's eyelids. The shame warred brutally with the undeniable, electric pleasure coiling low in her belly. "N-no," Anya whispered, the word lost in the din, her body betraying her by pushing back onto the invading fingers.
The redhead leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper against Anya's ear, breath smelling faintly of peppermint and vodka. "Don't fight the joy, gorgeous. Those nerves are wide awake now. Scream if you need to." Her thumb rubbed hard circles over Anya's clit through the damp fabric. Anya choked back a sob, the pleasure cresting into something painful, a raw edge honed by her altered state. She felt the heavy press of the raven-haired woman's balls against her hip bone again, a constant, grounding weight contrasting with the airy nothingness between her own legs. Alexa cheered as Belle's cock did a particularly frantic little jig under the electro-stimulator, the crowd's laughter echoing off the tiled walls. Anya closed her grey eyes, surrendering to the sensory storm, the line between humiliation and ecstasy dissolving into a single, shuddering gasp. She bit her lip hard, tasting copper, as the world narrowed to the relentless fingers inside her and the roaring approval of the pit.