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Log: FS-702, 12-01-2085 14:32

Received notification approx. 4hrs ago that a new viable female was procured and in transit. She has just arrived (see attached intake papers) and is being prepped now. 702 appears in good health overall. We will assess her mental state once the drugs wear off.

Log: FS-702, 12-01-2085 16:07

Pubic hair removal completed with minimal skin irritation. Milking nozzles attached successfully. Breeding tube and vaginal dilator inserted. Colostomy/enema plug and urethral insert placed without incident. Breathing tube attached; air flow is good, oxygen levels normal. Feeding tube inserted. Clitoral sleeve, vibrator, and electrodes in place. Pubic retainment plate is going on now. She will be hooked up to the adjustment rig shortly for acclimation and conditioning. I wish we could just drug them in the breeding pod; this always takes forever.

702's got a nice body. Shame about what we're going to do to it. It'll be worth it in the end though -- humanity first and all that.

Log: FS-702, 12-01-2085 19:15

She's waking up. Commencing A&C protocol.

Julie was cold. Not everywhere, but in lots of little places -- her wrists, her ankles, her nipples, her buttocks, her neck. But her pussy was oddly warm; it throbbed a little with pleasure. Julie sighed, then tried to swallow but there was something in the way, filling her throat, she didn't -- she couldn't -- Julie's eyes snapped open. She looked down at the thick, black tubing protruding from her mouth and tried to scream. She failed.

Panic swamped her instantly. There was a huge tube down her throat, bigger than anything she'd ever swallowed down it felt like, and it was choking her, suffocating her, cutting off her air! Julie retched violently, uncontrollably, gagging on the thing in her mouth, but to no avail. Eventually she realized that she was breathing easily, and that calmed her until she remembered that she couldn't speak or even scream -- however she was getting air, it was bypassing her vocal chords entirely -- and that sent her off into another spate of terrified thrashing. She couldn't move and she couldn't make a sound and there was something in her throat and she didn't understand why. What was happening to her?!

The pain was what finally brought her out of it. She hadn't noticed at first, so occupied with panicking, but eventually the sharp pains in her clit were impossible to ignore. Every time she struggled, the stinging pain lanced through her pussy, and the longer she went on, the worse it got. Eventually an especially agonizing pain made her flinch and lie still, and the hurt went away. Julie panted. She could feel tears wet on her cheeks; her diaphragm shuddered with silent, convulsive sobs. She tried desperately not to cry, afraid that it would hurt if she moved a single muscle, but nothing happened. Julie grappled with the instinct to vomit up the thing in her throat; if she gave into that again the pain might come back. She forced herself to breathe slowly. She still had no idea where she was or what was happening; she had to look around, take stock. Julie opened her eyes. What she saw nearly set her off into a panic again.

She was in a small room with white walls and a tile floor, barely big enough for her and the -- the thing she was strapped to. Set into the wall across from her was a large mirror, which gave Julie an excellent and horrifying view of her own predicament. She was... attached to something that looked like a cross between a dentist's chair and some sort of scaffold. There were cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and thick straps around her waist, her thighs, her upper arms, and her throat, holding her in place. She was half-reclining, her legs spread wide before the mirror. Aside from the restraints, she was naked. But the worst part by far was the tubes. 

They were thick and black and shiny, and they were attached to her everywhere. There was the big one in her mouth, of course, which split into two just past her chin and draped over her shoulder and disappeared into the scaffold, but there were more as well. Two attached to her breasts, one on each nipple, swallowing her areolae down, and then between her legs was a forest of them, it seemed like. A big, thick one, and then a small one just above it, and another below it, not as massive but still large. Above the smallest tube was a thin thing that looked more like a cable, but she couldn't see clearly what they all connected to because her entire pubic area was covered by a black plate that seemed molded to fit her -- was it metal? Plastic? Julie couldn't tell; she couldn't see her crotch well by looking down, not the way they had her trussed up, so she had to rely on the mirror. All those tubes and wires twisted down between her legs and vanished under her seat.

Julie's heart pounded. How had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered was going to the clinic for her monthly checkup -- everyone had to get them now as part of the National Health Initiative. The doctor had said she needed a vitamin shot; he gave it to her, and then her memory blurred away into nothing. Julie shivered, then flinched as a sharp pain shot through her clit. She forced herself to keep still. People talked sometimes about the NHI, crazy rumors and conspiracy theories, she'd always thought: that the birth rate was lower than the government said, that they would disappear people and force them to breed, that they were doing experiments, growing babies in tubes and forcibly implanting them into people while they slept, harvesting uteruses from women for transplants, genetically engineering humans to carry litters like dogs -- Julie had dismissed it all as ridiculous, prurient or paranoid. She was starting to think that had been a mistake.

What had they done to her? What were they going to do? Julie focused on her breasts first -- could she feel a faint suction on her nipples? Maybe she was imagining it. But there was definitely something in her vagina -- something big, thick and stiff. It felt ridged, she thought, clenching down on it, not smooth like the tube. There was something in her anus as well, not so large, but present. And there was an odd feeling that she didn't recognize... Julie flexed her vaginal muscles again. Was something in her urethra?! What was it?! She tried to swallow and nearly panicked again at the feel of the tube in her throat; her chest heaved as she fought to control her breathing. She had to stay calm!

Were they going to impregnate her, or was she a lab rat? Maybe both. Maybe the experiment would fail or the pregnancy wouldn't take and they would have to let her go. Maybe someone would come looking for her, her friends or her mother, and get her out of here. If she could just keep calm until then, maybe they wouldn't hurt her anymore. She just had to keep still in her restraints and let them do what they liked. She was so helpless, all her holes full and stretched, spread out for them...

The pleasure had started so softly and subtly that Julie hadn't even noticed it. By the time she became aware of the faint vibration on her clit, her breathing had already begun to change. She could hear the vibrator, she thought, a gentle little buzz at the edge of her hearing, but it didn't feel like any toy she had ever had used on her -- the vibration enveloped her clit entirely, stroking every part of it with slow, aching pleasure. The plug in her vagina was so thick, the ridges on it stroking her inner walls as the vibration grew just the tiniest bit stronger -- Julie's hips rocked a little in her restraints and the vibration grew again and she gasped and --

No! What the fuck was she doing?! She couldn't be enjoying this! Julie looked at herself in the mirror, tears dry on her cheeks, her face flushed, her eyes bright, and she shrieked silently into her own mute throat. She didn't want this! She didn't want to be here! They had to let her go! Julie jerked hard against the straps that bound her down, furious. The pain that lanced through her clit in response was so intense that she saw stars. She wanted to scream her fury and terror. Someone was watching her, she was sure of it. Was that a two way mirror? Were there cameras pointed at her? What were these things inside her? What were they hooked up to? What were they for?! Julie felt tears hot on her cheeks again. Her throat felt unbearably, nauseatingly tight around the tube. She shuddered and retched and the pain in her clit went on and on and on.

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Log: FS-702, 13-01-2085 00:15

She finally tired herself out. I'm leaving her vibrator on a lvl.1-2 ramp (30 minute interval) while she sleeps. Maybe a few hours of teasing will render her a bit more malleable, but I'm not holding my breath. Hopefully she'll adapt quicker than 642. I like A&C overtime pay as much as the next person, but 3 months? Sheesh.

12-01 pressure sensor readouts from her plugs attached. She's gonna love the one in her pussy once she calms down a little. Check out those exploratory contractions around 20:30! Somebody's been doing her Kegels.

Log: FS-702, 13-01-2085 06:32

702 woke up about 20 minutes ago and immediately started freaking out again. She's having a lot of trouble with the feeding tube. I've had to switch her electroshock controls to manual so the system doesn't ramp it up too high. I don't want her to faint because of the pain; the sooner she works through her gag reflex, the better. Guess we'll keep at it. She was doing so well for a little bit yesterday afternoon, too, and her pussy was dripping all night. Well, we'll get there.

Log: FS-702, 13-01-2085 12:10

702 has been crying and struggling all morning. Electroshock controls still on manual. I'm giving her half a liter of isotonic solution every hour to keep her hydrated. Catheter and feeding tube both working to spec. Just gave her lunch as well, so the rectal evacuation system will be testable in a few hours. Interested to see how she responds to her first enema.

Log: FS-702, 13-01-2085 15:47

Poorly!

Log: FS-702, 13-01-2085 17:19

She's asleep again. If she keeps fighting like this we may be able to do a three-week protocol; she's not conserving her strength. Switching electro controls to auto and vibrator controls to manual. I want to see how close I can get her to orgasm without waking her up.

Log: FS-702, 13-01-2085 22:04

702 has very distinctive preorgasmic twitching in both her vagina and anus: high and tight, spasmodic, with only partial relaxation between contractions. (See 13-01 pressure sensor readouts, 18:15, 20:05, 21:30-32.) I've calibrated the system appropriately. With luck, we can do a three-week constant-edge A&C. Orgasm deprivation may be a more effective conditioning method than electrical torture with this one. I think pain makes her angry.

Setting the vibrator at a baseline of lvl.1, even when receiving electroshock. I'll give that a few days and see how she responds. Hopefully well. I want her so horny she starts to like it here.

Can't believe she slept through all this. I could go for a five hour nap myself. Of course it's stims and catnaps on A&C overtime. Oh well. I'm putting 702's vibrator on a lvl.1-5 30min ramp and taking my coffee break now.

Time had no meaning in Julie's little room. The lights never darkened. The door never opened. The mirror showed her nothing but herself, splayed out in her restraints, her body run through with tubing. There were machines, she thought, behind her, or under the floor maybe; they were silent, although she felt the faint hiss and chug of the pumps inside her body as they worked. Food and water were pumped into her stomach every so often. One machine pushed air into her lungs when she tried to hold her breath. The thing in her urethra sucked the piss out of her at regular intervals, usually before she felt any need to urinate, but she could feel it evacuate her bladder. Every so often, her anus would be filled with liquid and then emptied again while she lay there, helpless to stop it. The plug was so deep inside her that clenching her sphincter had no effect; it cleaned her bowels out impersonally, mechanically, and there was nothing she could do.

There were no days or nights, only the feedings and cleanings, fillings and emptyings, as the various pumps and tubes attached to her did the rhythmic, endless work of keeping her alive while Julie lay there, passive. Sometimes she watched herself in the mirror, looked at the fullness of her holes, the tubes protruding from her nipples like two suckling snakes. Sometimes she stared at the light on the ceiling until she saw spots. Sometimes boredom and anger and fear overwhelmed her and she struggled against her restraints until the pain in her clitoris grew unbearable. Sometimes she slept, and when she did, she woke with her pussy slick and swollen, throbbing with arousal behind that impenetrable metal housing.

The pleasure was constant now, sometimes so faint she was barely aware of it, but it was always there, even when the machines hurt her. She felt those teasing vibrations around her clitoris as her anus was pumped full and emptied again. She felt it when her belly filled, while her lungs expanded and contracted. She felt it while the stinging pains tore through her clitoris as she gagged on her feeding tube. It never left her.

Julie started dreaming of a creature with a long, thick tongue, sealing its lips over her pussy and then fucking her with its mouth, constantly teasing her clitoris until she begged it to let her come, until she cried in frustration, screaming, writhing, but the thing was latched onto her pussy like a leech and she could not escape its touch no matter how hard she fought. The creature visited her often in her sleep; she ran away from it at first, but it would always catch her in the end. Julie couldn't remember the first time she laid down and spread her legs for it the moment it appeared. She couldn't remember much of anything anymore.

Sometimes, the vibrations on her clit got stronger. Julie couldn't decide if she loved that or hated it with every fiber of her being. There was no predicting it -- it might happen at any time, while her bowels were being forcibly emptied, or when she was being fed, or when she was just lying there inert. Sometimes the vibrator woke her when she slept, her clitoris throbbing and humming with it, every nerve on fire. It felt so, so good, but it drove her insane, because the machine never let her come. It seemed to always know how close she was, and it could bring her right up to the edge and then keep her there for what felt like hours, but in the end it would always drop off again, the vibrations dying down to something so weak she could hardly feel it at all. Julie would cry when that happened, because she was so frustrated. She would have done anything for an orgasm. She wanted to beg whoever was watching her to let her come, just once. She didn't care what they did to her in those moments, teetering on the edge of coming -- they could have threatened to vivisect her and she would have agreed as long as they gave her a fucking orgasm while they did it.

At least she was allowed to move while she was being pleasured; that was something. Julie kept as still as she could, but her muscles twitched involuntarily sometimes, and the machine didn't hurt her. At one point she noticed that her hips were rocking rhythmically, just a little, pressing her pubis against the inside of that hard casing that covered it. She tried to stop herself at first, but she couldn't seem to help it, and would do it constantly, unconsciously; eventually she gave up and let it happen. It became part of her timeless rhythm, like the filling and emptying of her stomach and the cleaning of her bowels. There was nothing she could do to stop the constant pleasure in her clit and the endless arousal that went with it, and the machine didn't hurt her for it, so what did it matter? Julie gave in.

The longer it went on, the harder it got to remember to be angry and frightened. Julie wasn't sure how often she fought her restraints anymore, but she was fairly sure she had done it more frequently in the past. It had never accomplished anything, though. She couldn't move, couldn't piss or shit or eat or even breathe on her own, couldn't come, couldn't stop wanting to come... All she could control was whether or not her clit hurt, and Julie didn't like when it hurt. Maybe it was best just to surrender, she thought. The machine was pumping her anus full of fluid. Soon she would be clean and empty again. The vibration of her clitoris grew stronger; she felt her vagina spasm around the plug. Julie didn't even try to moan anymore; the machine breathed for her. God, it felt so good. Maybe she would come this time. Maybe...

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Log: FS-702, 13-02-2085 09:34

Three weeks was definitely overoptimistic, but 702 is coming along quite well overall. It's been 32 days since intake, and I haven't had to shock her since 06-02. A full week! She hasn't breathed on her own in two days (see attached respirator logs, observe trend starting on 11-02 approx. 02:30); the system is fully regulating her respiration now. She tends not to open her eyes, although she does look in the mirror sometimes; mostly her eyes are rolled back in her head, eyelids gapping a little at the bottom, facial muscles slack. I've had her in preorgasmic contractions for approx. 12 hours now and her feet are twitching spasmodically. Aside from that and the monitors, no signs of life. I'm transitioning her to phase 3.

Log: FS-702, 21-02-2085 09:37

Breast pumps at lvl.2 suction. No response.

Log: FS-702, 21-02-2085 09:42

Vaginal dilator expanded to lvl.1. Hips jerked visibly. Turning down vibrator.

Log: FS-702, 21-02-2085 09:43

Lost preorgasmic contractions. She's crying a little. Damn! I was hoping she'd roll right through it. Dropping her down to lvl.4 vibration and starting a 30min ramp back up to lvl.7/8 flux. That worked last night, so let's give it another go.

Log: FS-702, 21-02-2085 10:02

Had to stop the ramp at lvl.6/7 flux -- she's preorgasmic again. Not crying anymore. Respiration rate has increased. Feet are back to twitching. I knew she was going to like her pussy plug.

The crying worries me. She needs to accept that the system gets to decide whether or not she comes. If I say she never gets to have another orgasm, she has to be okay with that. I don't want her to even think of masturbating independently by the time we go to phase 4. Total surrender is the only acceptable mental state for a pod breeder. We don't want her thrashing around and injuring herself, and maintenance with restraints in the suspension fluid is a pain in the ass. The last thing I need is the lab department on my case for giving them a defective specimen. I'll keep an eye on it. Hopefully I can train her down in a reasonable amount of time.

Log: FS-702, 22-02-2085 00:15

Set the system to alert me if 702 moved, came, or dropped out of preorgasm and then I took an 8hr "catnap". Oops? She's still preorgasmic. Feet are no longer twitching. Logs show she's been fed, her bladder's been drained twice, and she just had her midnight enema with no change in condition. Based on the pressure sensors I'd say her pussy is probably visibly contracting under the retention plate. She's asleep and she isn't moving. I'm bumping her breast pumps to lvl.3 suction.

Log: FS-702, 22-02-2085 00:16

No response. Expanding vaginal dilator to lvl.2 concurrent with a vibrator drop to lvl.5/6 flux. If this is a linear progression she'll be constantly orgasmic with no clitoral stimulation before she's even halfway through dilation. Wouldn't that be something? It won't happen, of course, but it would be a sight to see.

Log: FS-702, 22-02-2085 00:23

She almost came. Had to drop her to a lvl.4/5 flux and then almost lost her contractions; she's taking a lvl.3/6 flux now and responding very well. The flux is on a 60sec loop and it's like her pussy is having a seizure. She still hasn't woken up though. 702 sleeps better than I ever will.

Log: FS-702, 22-02-2085 14:52

I'm progressing 702's breast suction faster than standard because I don't think she cares. It's like she can't feel it. Going to lvl.4.

Log: FS-702, 22-02-2085 14:53

She definitely didn't notice. Still preorgasmic. Feet are twitching again; so is her left eyelid. Thighs tense and relax at regular intervals. I can see her abdominal muscles contracting in time with the vibrator flux.

How long has it been? 29hrs in preorgasmic contractions. I'm impressed that her body has been able to sustain it. I'll give her another 7hrs. If she hasn't dropped into overstimulation by then I'm cutting her off. I'm curious to see how long we can keep this going, honestly, but I don't want to injure her. Besides, I have to teach her a lesson in submission before phase 4.

Log: FS-702, 23-02-2085 22:00

702 is still preorgasmic! Her stamina is remarkable, although she is now completely immobile. I can't detect any muscle spasms anywhere but her pussy and asshole at this point, and those are noticeably weakened. She needs to rest. 36hrs straight, plus another 12 just before that! Two whole days right on the edge of coming. Amazing. Turning the vibrator down to baseline.

Log: FS-702, 23-02-2085 22:01

Respiration has increased. Her pussy is twitching weakly. She's not crying, but she did open her eyes. Gaze is unfocused, mouth slack. She looks tired. Not surprising.

Log: FS-702, 23-02-2085 22:12

Turned her breast pump suction up to lvl.5. She winced a little but did not move otherwise. Maybe her breasts are getting tender?

Log: FS-702, 23-02-2085 23:24

702 is sleeping. I'll dilate her vaginal plug first thing in the morning. Her vibrator can stay at lvl.1 tonight.

Log: FS-702, 24-02-2085 07:59

702 is quiescent. I am expanding vaginal dilator to lvl.3 concurrent with breakfast and her morning enema, just for fun.

Log: FS-702, 24-02-2085 08:02

Massive vaginal contraction; she's twitching hard now. I had no idea she liked her enemas so much. She's started rocking her hips; I thought she'd be too tired for that today. I guess I underestimated her. Pressure sensors indicate that her vaginal tissue is fully erect, and her anus is contracting rhythmically. Eyes closed. Heart rate slightly elevated. Increasing vibration to lvl.2, since she's begging for it.

Log: FS-702, 24-02-2085 08:05

Anus and vagina throbbing in unison. Eyes rolled all the way back. Hips still rocking.

Log: FS-702, 24-02-2085 08:18

Increasing vibration to lvl.3.

Log: FS-702, 24-02-2085 08:20

Remarkably close to preorgasm already.

Log: FS-702, 24-02-2085 08:22

Moment of truth: dropping her back to vibration lvl.1. Let's see how she responds.

Log: FS-702, 24-02-2085 08:25

Vagina and anus twitching irregularly. Hips still rocking. Heart rate still elevated. No evident protest. I was ready to play this game for days, but 702 is just taking whatever I give her now? I'm almost disappointed.

Log: FS-702, 24-02-2085 12:30

Hips still rocking gently. She really loves that pussy plug. Doesn't R&D have a dilator model with a g-spot vibrator insert going? 702 would be a good candidate for live testing, whenever that's ready.

Her vibrator has been at lvl.1 all morning but she doesn't seem to mind. I don't think moving her hips gives her much stimulation, internally or externally -- the inserts are designed to be immobile. It must be a reflex.

I'm starting her vibrator on a 4hr lvl.1-10 ramp. The system will switch to a 2-down flux once the preorgasmic contractions start, leave her there for 20 minutes, then cut her off. I'm taking my lunch break; I'll play with her some more this evening and see if I can make her cry again. I want to make her give up all hope of control by the end of the week, if possible.

Log: FS-702, 24-02-2085 13:12

Well, that didn't take long. She's on a lvl.2/4 flux right now and her contractions are remarkably strong given how hard I pushed her the last few days. Her feet are twitching again; that seems to be a pattern. She has 11 minutes left before the cutoff. Let's see how she handles it.

Log: FS-702, 24-02-2085 13:25

Eyes closed, heart rate slowing. Vagina, anus spasming irregularly. Left foot twitches occasionally, if the vaginal spasm is intense enough. Clitoris twitching. Mouth slack. No voluntary movement visible. Either I really wore her out the last few days, or she's finally broken. Love to see a specimen take what I give her and like it and not even think to ask for more. The system owns her pussy now.

I need to keep testing, but I'm optimistic. We're proving out phase 3 now; if things continue as they are, she'll be at phase 4 by the time I dilate her to lvl.6. Once the restraints come off, I think she'll be pod-ready when the 7-day trial period is up, no delays. Too bad I can't explain the process to her -- she's gonna love the lab.