Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. CUNTANAMO BAY Part 3 of ? by SensoryOverlord, 2007 Time: September 20xx Place: What was once America. Entering the Camp 'Train' passes through final gate. Big sign over gate, with official double-speak. But also has some graffiti - a more honest 'welcome'. Mary gets trundled into 'fitting' area with the others. Here the new inmates get the induction speech, then are fitted with the PUSSY units. ------this goes in the story-- "This is your new PUSSY. It belongs to Uncle Sam, and your old pussy belongs to it. You will wear it every minute for the duration of your stay here. How do I know you will? Because it does NOT come off until Uncle Sam wants it off. Your precious pussy is not yours anymore, it isn't your boyfriends, or your girlfriend's, and it certainly ain't gonna be feeling your fingers again any time soon. But don't worry, your pussy won't feel neglected, because PUSSY will be its very very close friend. --------- Units begin in 'full power' mode as soon as activated. Mary mid-way down line. She sees effects on the girls fitted before her - extreme sexual stimulus, rapid orgasms. By the time the tech gets to her, she's in state of sexual conflict - body highly aroused, mind locked up in fear. Tech inserts it, turn it on. Mary's pussy goes into orbit, orgasm only moments away. Then tech picks up her papers, to mark the fitting details. And NOW spots her 'special instructions'. Eyes go wide in surprise... hesitates, double checks the paperwork. Mary on verge of orgasm, contorting wildly, desperate for clitoral contact, so close, etc. Suddenly tech snaps out of it, and goes 'oh shit!' and very quickly turns off her PUSSY unit, removes it. Other girls are by now screaming in orgasm, Mary screams in frustration, loses control, begs for orgasm. Tech just laughs, says not for you. Wheels her stand out of line, and over to front of room. Parks her facing the lines of girls, contorting and yelling in massively stimulated orgasmic overload - while she is literally sobbing with frustrated arousal, clenching for all she's worth. Tech considers for a moment, mutters to himself she might actually be able to get off that way, grumbles why did they care if she does or not, right from the start? Goes and get something. Looks like miniature football with some kind of projection. Inserts the 'football' in her cunt. It pops in easily, with her dripping lube. Grips the projection part, and repeatedly squeezes it. Thing inside her pumps up, bigger, till it feels huge inside. Tech lets go, laughs 'there, how's that? Feel better with something to grip on? Go ahead'. Now the 'projection' with its odd coiled end is sticking out forwards from her crotch like a penis. She clenches down on it, and the coiled part extends, unrolling like a party whistle. Except its silent. it rolls back up as she relaxes. Humiliating! The whole room of woman and guards can see exactly how much and when she's contracting. Plus somehow the absurdity of it robs the edge from her arousal, and she can tell that orgasm is now out of reach. Not that she _wants_ it less. She's left there for an hour, as the other girls all shudder and buck through orgasm upon orgasm. Then their units seem to shut off automatically, and one by one they are demountd and led away. Finally she is the last one left in the room. Techs grab her trolley, and wheel her back out into the corridoor. Joking about how special she must be, they tell her she's been allocated as recipient of the bee's knees - the very latest. The implantable units, not yet publicly available. 'You totally won't know its there! Well... you'll know by its wise moral guidance, while otherwise feeling and looking completely normal. All natural! Completely non-intrusive and will always be with you, for constant protection against the devil's temptations. Of which you seem to be familiar." (Dismissively indicating her pussy-party-whistle's repeated extensions.) (what are those party whistle things called anyway? I forget.) She's brought to what looks like a hospital operating room, all white and tiles. She's demounted, and strapped to a cross between a stirrups and an operating table. Legs wide apart, as always. She's left for a while. Then a group of several male medicos enter. They matter of factly admire her figure, and make some ribald jokes about her still erect, oversize clit. Suggest it should be adopted as the Cuntanamo Bay facility mascot. They take turns idly masturbating her, joking about extensions of her clench detecting insert, what a horny, easily aroused slut she is, how she's going to be a changed woman soon, etc. They catheterise her, and insert an expanding colonic flushing device in her arse. She's subjected to a lengthy session of bladder and bowel flushings, including hydrostatic pressure testing. She's facemasked - mouthpiece strapped tightly in place & breathing tube from equipment, nostrils plugged, monitor leads attached. Medics toy with her a bit, seeing if they can make her involutarily clench, and laughing at the thing's extensions once they succeed. Also they can shut off her air with a touch of a button on the anesthetic respirator, and play with that as she pants in heat. Tnen one says he has an idea, check this out. He attaches a length of fine tubing to a port on the respirator, and somehow attaches the other end to her 'pussy favour'. Strokes her clit - she clenches... and suddenly can't breathe. When she relaxes, the airflow returns. They crack up laughing, and spend more time teasing her, till her helpless contractions have her near passing out from lack of air. At this point the head medic suggests they'd better get to work. Anesthetic applied, she fades to black. She wakes up, gradually. Finds herself restrained, spreadeagled naked in a bed, alone in a ward with many beds, all with straps same as hers, but empty. The air is comfortably warm, there are no covers. She can't see anything different about her body, but can feel a few sore spots as she shifts. Small aches at many of her joints - wrists, elbows, knees, ankles. Something uncomfortable high up at the back of her neck. Some dull throbbings in her sex - hard to localise. Also something odd deep inside and low down in her belly. Not painfull, just odd. Two small circular bandaids on the lower outer curves of her breasts, not far from her nipples. Still groggy, she drifts, dreaming, avoiding thinking about her situation. She daydreams of Russel. Drifts off to sleep again.