Butterfly Wings

BUTTERFLY WINGS

By Tcheena3

  CHAPTER SIX - Tempest

  I arrived at Vida's promptly at 7:30pm. There was no way I was going to risk being late!

I was dressed in the gorgeous silvery-grey dress from 'Parisienne Domme'. It was so short that it only just covered my buttocks. Even raising my arms above my head would lift it enough to reveal my ass. I had a matching choker collar around my neck and high silver-grey stiletto heels that laced up around my ankles. Silk suspender, stockings and silver earrings completed the ensemble. I had no panties on. The French woman would not let me buy any, saying that the dress would fall more naturally and that, anyway, it sounded like I wouldn't need any. She was prescient if nothing else!

Vida herself appeared and greeted me warmly, but with a complete lack of surprise. She was clearly in no doubt that I would return.

"Come," she said. "I want to introduce you to the other guests. But first I must take you to see Phil. As I said... he has a big surprise for you." She spoke with a hint of dry amusement in her voice.

I had been dreading this moment. Phil was the last person I wanted to see right then. She seemed to sense my hesitation however, because she said "It's o.k. Don't worry... he can't hurt you. In fact, he won't even see you!"

I was puzzled but I duly followed her down a long hallway to a room at the end. We entered a small, plushly-furnished waiting room. It was a waiting room with a difference. A white leather sofa with two matching armchairs, one on each side of the sofa, were arranged in a semi-circle facing a large mirror on the wall. The mirror was mounted floor-to-ceiling and was about 3 metres wide.

We sat on the sofa and Vida produced a remote control which she pointed at the mirror. A moment later the mirrored surface appeared to dissolve, revealing a clear glass window overlooking a scientific laboratory of some sort. The overall impression was 'white'. It was brightly lit with white walls and white work benches. Various sophisticated-looking pieces of electronic equipment and other devices were distributed around the room.

All this I took in in a fraction of a second because my eyes were drawn immediately to the scene directly in front of the window. Phil was strapped down, stark naked, to a bench top facing the window. The bench, however, was inclined at an angle of about 45 degrees with Phil's feet closest to the window, so it appeared as if he was 'on offer' to the inhabitants of the waiting room. His eyes were closed and he was strapped in several places: one over his forehead holding his head firmly against the bench surface; one across his chest and another his stomach;  and one each across his upper thighs and above his knees. His thighs were spread wide so that the legs below the knees were actually dangling over the sides of the bench.

I gasped in shock!

Phil's penis appeared to be about 8 inches long and much thicker than I remembered. However, it was completely flacid, suggesting that it would be much longer and fatter when erect. Dangling below that monster of a penis, his testicles were each about the size of a small orange.

"What have you done?" I whispered.

She laughed. "Impressive, huh? We're quite pleased with his progress so far." She paused. "Although I don't suppose he is!" she went on enigmatically. She did not elaborate.

We gazed at Phil in silence for a few moments. Then she took my arm.

"Come," she said. "We must get back to the guests. You'll find out about Phil later this evening. He'll be my primary exhibit. I'm proud of our efforts. I wanted you to see him first!"

As we walked back down the corridor, she placed her hand proprietarily on my backside for a moment, then slid it down between my legs and gently wiped a finger along my bare slit.

"Hmmm," she said, perhaps commenting on my dryness. "Would you like your favourite cocktail, or would you like to try and 'go it alone'? Your choice, but you might be wise to get some assistance for tonight's activities!"

"Cocktail, please" I muttered. Just being reminded of the cocktail had instantly started my juices flowing!

"Very well." she replied.

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There were twenty guests for the dinner party in addition to Vida herself.

The table had been laid for 10 each side with one chair at the head. It became apparent during the pre-dinner drinks conversations that all the guests had come with a partner. There were three people I recognised from public life. One senator, a company CEO and one well-known actress. Most of the others, men and women, exuded the sort of confidence that comes with wealth and power. I did notice, though, that two or three of the younger women seemed much less sure of themselves. One husband and wife partnership, in their mid-forties and introduced to me as Mr & Mrs Elstein, both exuded the kind of assurance I'm referring to. However, of the remaining couples, I had the impression that there was one more dominant partner and not always the male!

Vida had me in tow and made the introductions. My body's response to the cocktail had started to take effect by now. I was already wet and starting to wish for the activities to begin. The feelings were heightened as the introductions proceeded. Vida would engage in a welcoming conversation with each couple and then state dismissively, as if I wasn't even there, that I was there to "serve everyone... or perhaps be serviced!" No name, no other introduction or explanation, just that - to serve or be serviced. It made me sound like an animal.

I received one major shock during the introductions that made my face go quite red with embarrassment.

"This is Madame Bouvier," Vida introduced us.

It was the French woman from 'Parisienne Domme'! I stammered, unsure of what to say, but fortunately she saved me.

She smiled wryly and said, in her sexy, husky French accent "Ooh! I'm very pleased to meet you!"

She looked me up and down with an appraising look. "Very nice," she said quietly. I blushed furiously.

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'Ting! Ting! Ting!'

As Vida arose from her seat at the head of the dining table, tapping her glass with a spoon, the hubbub of animated conversation around the table gradually faded away.

I was already standing, slightly behind her, where I'd been since the guests had seated themselves and eaten their hors d'oeuvres. Basically, I had no idea what I was supposed to do with myself. I'd received no direction or guidance from Vida when we'd entered the dining room. Instead, everyone had seated themselves and I was left standing, with no chair available for me. I felt stupid, like 'a spare prick at a wedding', as my father used to say. So I had just positioned myself behind, and slightly to one side, of Vida's chair so she could summon me if needed. I became increasingly uncomfortable, ignored by everyone as the two little blondes in French maid's uniforms had served the guests.

"Friends!" Vida began. "I want to thank you all for attending this little event. I've known most of you for many years, although not necessarily all of your partners! During that time, I think I can say that we have come to trust each deeply."

There were nods from a number of the guests.

"I think you'd also agree," she continued, "that we share certain... well... sexual proclivities, shall we say!"

A titter of knowing laughter from around the table.

"For that reason, if none other, we all understand the importance of keeping silent about our activities within these four walls. Well, tonight we need to raise that importance to a whole new level!

No doubt, you've been wondering what this is all about... well, this is the night that is going to change our lives forever... that is, if you choose to be part of what I'm about to offer. We are a wealthy and powerful group, but what I'm going to show you will make us considerably wealthier and more powerful. What's more, there are a number of side benefits that will make the whole thing an exciting and very pleasurable experience at the same time. At least, for some of us!"

She had their attention riveted on her.

"As you know, I've required you to sign a non-disclosure agreement to participate in this event. Frankly, that's just a legal document of limited value. It wouldn't prevent you from disclosing what you know... it just means there would be legal and financial consequences for you if you did. So, let me be perfectly straight about this.

I'm about to reveal to you the product of years of research in my company and give you an opportunity to invest in it. I don't do that lightly! I personally have a huge amount at stake here. So, I want to be clear that under NO circumstances... I repeat, NO circumstances, is it alright by me for you to disclose this information to anyone else. I'm going to ask each of you, right now, to give me your personal commitment, your word, that you will keep this information amongst ourselves. If you choose not to, that's fine. You can leave right now and we'll say no more about it. Also, I'm not asking you to commit to investing. You can decide that once you hear what's on offer."

Around the table, several people began to offer their word. Vida held up her hand, palm forward.

"Wait!" she said. "Let me just finish before you agree. Because..." she paused. "There will be dire consequences for you if you agree and then dishonour your word! I'm deadly serious about this. You renege and I'll have you permanently removed

!"

There was a shocked silence around the table.

Vida allowed the silence to continue for a few moments, then "I'm sure I don't have to spell out further what I mean by 'removed'. Don't doubt me! You know I have the resources to do it and I wouldn't care how long it took to hunt you down. One day, when you least expect it....."

A full minute passed. No one seemed inclined to speak.

"So - now's the time if you want to leave..."

Another 30 seconds or so of silence.

Then Vida clapped her hands. "Excellent!" she said with a cheerful grin on her face. "I'm so glad. You're my friends. I need your help and I also want to do something worthwhile for you! Alright... let's go round the table one-by-one and make the agreement, in front of the group, with a downing of our new cocktail. I'll begin!"

She plucked a small shot-glass filled with a pink cocktail from a silver tray held by one of the blonde maids - the very cocktail that had such dire consequences for me!

She raised the glass to the group. "I, Vida, give my solemn word not to disclose anything that is done or said here tonight, to anyone outside of this group!" With that she tossed the contents of the glass down her throat.

The oath was repeated, with a downing of the cocktail, by each guest around the table. At the end, everyone clapped and cheered. I was amazed! They didn't even know what they were agreeing about and yet they were acting like they had won the lottery. I also couldn't help feeling a bit smug, realising they had no idea what the effect of the cocktail would be!

I didn't have long to relish my smugness. Vida brought me down to earth very swiftly.

"Now," she said. "Let's begin. I'm sorry that I'm going to have to give you a bit of technical background, so you understand the full implications of what's on offer. However, to make it a bit more palatable, so to speak, we'll play a little eating game while I talk. These three sluts..." she gestured to myself and the two maids, "... will be servicing you under the table! They have five minutes in which to make you come, at which point they will move on to the next person. If they fail to make you come within that time, you may punish them after dinner! They will continue around the table until we have all finished dinner.

So, let's say... that's twenty of you (I'll have to pass while I talk!), divided by the three sluts, makes six or seven of you per slut. That's about 35 minutes a round at 5 minutes each. We'll be eating for about an hour and a half, so that makes three attempts to make you come. In other words, we'll be eating above the table and they'll be eating below it!"

The table erupted in laughter at Vida's wisecrack. She went on, with a wry smile on her face.

"I would imagine it will be harder for them to complete their task within the 5 minutes, with each subsequent attempt - so, your chances of doling out punishment will increase as the evening progresses! Still... I should alert you to some of the nuances of the game. The challenge the sluts face is not just to make you come within the 5 minutes. They don't want you to come any sooner than 5 minutes, or they will end up doing more rounds within the hour and a half. And we've already noted that each round becomes more difficult and more likely to result in punishment, so they won't want to do any more rounds than necessary! In other words, if you're about to come early, they'll be trying to draw it out to the full 5 minutes.

Of course, your decision (if you have that much control!) is whether to forego an orgasm for the later pleasure of administering a punishment. If you're able to hold off on the first orgasm, you'll be waiting about 35 minutes before the next opportunity. Trust me... that will be harder than you think!

I've taken a great liberty with you this evening, but I'm sure you won't regret it. The little cocktail you've just had actually contained a sample of a new drug we're working on. I won't tell you what it's for just yet, but you'll probably work it out for yourselves soon enough! It might even have an impact on the outcome of the game. So, let's get on with it."

The wife of the 'power couple' (as I thought of her and her husband) piped up, "So what is the punishment?"

"Ah, of course. Silly of me!" said Vida. "Three strokes with a cane or a paddle on any part of their anatomy that you choose!"

"Three strokes?" queried Power Wife. "That's not very much!"

"Hmmm... perhaps it doesn't seem much, but there is a potential for each slut to miss every single attempt. That's a possible six or seven missed attempts in each of three rounds. Three strokes for each miss. That makes... well, over 60 strokes! I like to witness the pain as much as you do, but I don't want them to end up dead! As you'll discover, we have some further uses for them after tonight!"

My blood ran cold. Up until then I had been listening to Vida's explanation of the game, focusing on how humiliating and exciting it was going to be, forced to suck them all off. Suddenly, I realised what was at stake for me. 60 strokes of a cane! That would be worse than what Phil had done to Vida's poor niece. And there could be up to 7 people administering the punishment, which meant no tired, flagging arms to lessen the impact.

"One last thing before we begin. Let me just show you that these finely-dressed young ladies really are sluts!"

Vida grabbed me by the hair, spinning me round on my high-heels to face away from the table. Her knee came up sharply, hitting me in the stomach as she forced my head down, so I was bent double over her raised thigh. There were peals of laughter and assorted jeers and whistles from the table behind me. I knew exactly why. My pussy was already sopping wet and no doubt, with my skirt sliding up my buttocks, they could clearly see the glistening, puffed and swollen labia, the smears of moisture on my inner thighs. I could feel the flush of embarrassment filling my face and with it came a further spurt of juicy excitement in my pussy.

"Your time starts NOW!"

I dived under the table, as much to hide my embarrassment as to begin the first 5 minutes as quickly as possible. There was a jostling for position with the three of us between peoples' legs and I found myself with my head in the lap of the Senator. I made to pull back, quickly. He was the one person there that I had no desire for contact with. He was a big, fat, hairy, ugly man. He wreaked of stale cigar smoke and I had listened to him all evening making pathetic gross, sexist and arrogant remarks which he, no doubt, found funny.

Too late! He held my hair firmly as he unzipped his pants and dragged his penis out. It was big. And smelly. I wondered briefly if he had deliberately not washed for the night's entertainment. I had no time to dwell on it. however. He grabbed my jaw between thumb and forefinger, squeezing to force my teeth apart, and thrust his shaft into my mouth. With no further ado, he placed both hands on my head and pushed me inexorably down until his fat member entered my throat, filling it and sealing off my airways. Two inches further and it was buried to the hilt, his foul-smelling thick patch of pubic hairs nestling against my lips and nose. I could feel the swelling of the thick head halfway down my oesophagus. I began to struggle.

He held me as if I was of no more consequence than a gnat. Despite being overweight, he was immensely strong. Holding my head firmly between both hands, he pulled me back up a couple of inches, shoved me back down and then proceeded to pump me up and down vigorously in short strokes. My struggles had no effect. I could feel the head of his prick moving up and down in my throat. It was clearly enough movement to stimulate him, but insufficient for me to draw breath on the upstroke. He kept it up until my struggles began to weaken through lack of oxygen and then, at the last moment before I passed out, he lifted my head enough for me to draw a long shuddering breath. He laughed, a short, sharp, evil snort of derision. A moment later I was plunged back down and the process began again.

Dimly, at the edges of my consciousness, I was aware of the muffled sound of Vida talking to the guests.

"...sorry that I have to give you a little bit of technical information," she was saying "just so you can get an idea of the basis of our research and its outcome. You will all, no doubt, be aware of the concept of gene splicing - chemically cutting the DNA of a gene to add base pairs. Essentially, a restriction enzyme is used to attack a single nucleotide sequence and split the base pairs apart, leaving single helix strands at the end of two double helixes. We are then free to add any genetic sequences we wish into the broken chain and, afterwards, the chain is repaired (as a longer chain with the added DNA) with another enzyme called ligase.

Modern splicing techniques are used for relatively simple purposes, like the production of large quantities of insulin, through to practical medicinal uses such as the treatment of arthritis. In the case of insulin, the insulin-producing genes from human DNA are spliced into plasmid DNA; the plasmids are then allowed to infect bacteria, which produce large amounts of insulin. It all sounds very simple, but of course there are numerous challenges involved!

Let's take gene therapy for example - LLC's area of speciality. This involves inserting portions of a gene into a patient, normally with the intent of curing a disease or at least minimising its impact. There are two methods for inserting genetic material into human chromosomes - ex vivo and in vitro. In the former, one has to extract bone marrow cells, insert the new material and reinject the cells into the body. Long, complicated, painful! With the in vitro technique we inject therapeutic DNA directly into the body's cells...

Her voice faded out as my focus returned fully to my predicament. Once again, I was starting to panic as the bastard held me down to his crotch. Why couldn't I just make him come, to deliver me from this torture? On either side of me there were slurping noises as the two young women grovelled in front of their respective guests, attempting to bring them to orgasm. I heard both guests, almost simultaneously, cry out in pleasure as they came. They were both women by the sound of their voices.

At that moment, there was the tinkle of a little bell and I heard Beat's harsh voice.

"Five minutes! First round is up!" Vida must have brought her into the room to do the time-keeping.

I had not managed to make the fat senator come, which meant a punishment for me, later. But at least I had the satisfaction of not letting him come. Or so I thought!

He timed it to perfection. Holding my head firmly for 5 seconds after the end-of-round bell, he pumped himself rapidly in my mouth and his semen spurted into me. Half of the slimy mess was deposited on my tongue, causing me to gag, before he withdrew and pumped the remainder onto my face and hair. The bastard had managed to hold off till after the bell, ensuring I would be thrashed later, while he still had the pleasure of an orgasm.

"Hah! She didn't do it in time!!" I heard him chortle. That should have been against the rules, but I knew nothing would come of a complaint except more hardship. I swallowed his load and quickly scrambled along a couple of places to the next guest.

It was the Power Wife, Mrs Elstein. She had hitched her skirt up to her waist and pulled aside a flimsy laced thong to reveal plump, rosy pussy lips. There was moisture on the seat in front of her. She used the fingers of one hand to spread the upper part of her labia to reveal the tiny nub of her clit. With her other hand she drew my head, surprisingly gently, towards her until my mouth was directly over her clit. Using her own movements as a guide, I started to lick her very gently, running my tongue up along her slick slit and then in small circles over her clit. She shuddered and let go of my head, leaning back in her chair, bracing herself with her hands on the seat and scooting forward till she was perched right on the edge. I felt her clit swelling slightly under my tongue, but it remained small. She was extremely wet and I found her musky scent and flavour a surprising turn on. I wondered, briefly, how much of her wetness was attributable to the cocktail drug or whether she would normally be this wet.

Unlike the episode with the senator, I found this a really pleasurable experience. Power Wife made it clear by her movements and sound that I was doing exactly the right things. I felt flattered and more aroused, wanting to give her the absolute best I could. Before long I was slurping vigorously, thrusting my tongue right into her vagina, scooping out her juices and depositing them on her clit as I licked there. I was clutching her smooth, soft, fleshy thighs with both hands, holding myself in place whilst I licked. I desperately wanted to massage myself but I couldn't let go. So, I sat right down on the floor in front of her, using her thighs as leverage to hold me as I humped my own slit against the cool polished floorboards.

Once more I became aware of Vida's continuing presentation.

"... and of course, using a viral agent to get the new genetic information into the cells presents its own problems. Now," she went on, "here is where things start to get interesting! In recent months, we have made a dramatic breakthrough in discovering another, far better, agent for this purpose. Unlike the retrovirus, which only helps the new daughter cells with the newly injected DNA, this agent works on existing cells as well. What's more, unlike the other current option (the adenoviral agent), the effects appear to be long-lasting. But... it get's better! The adenovirus may take 48 hours or more to take effect. However, our agent affects the cells within minutes, or hours at the most! The agent is not viral, it's synthetic, and we call it Lowrine."

There was a smattering of applause from around the table, although I noticed that Power Wife did not take her hands off the chair! In fact, she seemed to be approaching a climax and her thighs closed over my ears, crushing me as I continued to lick at her exposed clit. Moments later, my whole head was shaken as the quivering of her thighs reached a crescendo and she held me even tighter.

I heard no sound from her, of course, nor from Vida, trapped as I was between her fleshy limbs. When she finally released me, I moved my head back to take a breather. But, apparently, time was not up yet. She once more drew me close and placed my mouth against her swollen pussy lips to begin again.

When the round came to an end, I was outraged to hear Power Wife deny that she had achieved orgasm! Admittedly, I had heard no sound from her during the climax, but it was quite clear to me that she had indeed reached her peak. Once again, I felt unable to protest. A second punishment was coming my way.

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The game continued for the full length of the meal. It was accompanied by much hilarity and rowdy behaviour from the guests, as they egged each other on and applauded the more vigorous expressions of orgasm. Vida had been right. As time wore on and the drug took greater hold, it became easier to make our subjects climax. Nevertheless, I was exhausted by the end. With a few more dirty tricks from the guests, I ended up with 8 punishments on my score card, even though I knew at least four of those were not warranted. My throat was sore from the constant pounding, my tongue felt like it had been through a wringer and my jaw ached.

I don't believe the two blondes fared much better although, frankly, I didn't pay much attention. I had my own situation to be concerned about. The thought of 24 strokes of a cane filled me with anxiety. I just prayed that I would be allowed to masturbate myself as it was happening. Otherwise, I could see no likelihood of pleasure... just pain and fear.

Throughout the ordeal I had tuned in and out of Vida's exposition of her offer to the assembled  potential investors.

Essentially, it seemed that she believed there was a massive market for body modification, if it could be done safely and effectively. Rather than researching gene therapy to cure disease, she had focussed LLC's efforts on areas that more closely aligned with her own interests. She had said this with amusement in her voice. Those areas involved manipulation of the sex organs and other erogenous zones!

In her view, every male teenager in the world wanted to be better endowed, and most of them carried that desire into adulthood, even if they would never admit it to anyone other than themselves. As for breasts, well... that market was already well-established. Imagine though, if the breasts were real, and not filled with some tacky sack that looked artificial and felt like crap. Imagine if those breasts were big and well-formed and heavy, but maintained the firm, fleshy, resilience of a teenager's breasts! How popular would that be? She waxed lyrical about bosoms and nipples for a while before moving on to the clitoris. That was all about sensitivity... ease of orgasm... size to allow easier stimulation... and so on.

It all sounded quite plausible and I understood why she believed there was a ready market for her 'wares'.

It was only after the meal had finished that she came to the crux of her offer.

By that time I was once more standing behind her chair, having completed my tasks under the table. I did not, however, look anything like I had before. I was dishevelled and sticky. My hair was covered in cum and my beautiful dress was stained so badly, I didn't think it could be recovered. The guests were still seated around the table, listening intently.

Vida explained that there were two components to the offer.

The first was financial. Basically, she was asking them each to contribute a significant amount of money to the venture, in return for a share of the business. However, she took great pains to point out that she did not actually need the funds. The financial investment was there purely as a mechanism to give them a stake in the whole process that would not readily be foregone if things got difficult. Each according to his or her means, she explained. The amounts and details had been drawn up in separate contracts already. Each individual in the room would find that their own share would be just within their means, but would involve a significant financial exposure to them.

The second aspect was to do with the provision of test subjects for clinical trials. LLC's discovery of Lowrine was a major breakthrough in their ability to make the modifications they sought. However there were a couple of stumbling blocks. For one thing, Vida had no intention of having her discoveries and her trials tied up in what would surely be at least 10 years of governmental bureaucratic red-tape to get the necessary approvals. She was quite prepared to go 'underground'. She knew that her products would probably be worth even more on the illegal drugs market. She was prepared to take the risk.

That led, or course, to the need for test subjects. Subjects who would be prepared to undergo experimentation using a process and substances not formally approved for clinical trials, AND... and here was the clincher, a process that involved a considerable amount of pain!

Apparently, one side-effect that had not been ironed out had to do with the speed with which the process worked. The rapid growth of body organs targeted by the Lowrine-facilitated DNA was very, very painful. It was possible to reduce the pain with other drugs, although not very effectively.

And besides, Vida had said with a wry smile "For some of us, that side-effect might be a benefit rather than a disadvantage! Also, let me be clear about the test subjects. Being prepared to undergo experimentation does not have to be voluntary preparedness in my view! Each of you here that buys a share in the business will be required to provide at least one subject. It can be yourself, if you're keen enough to have a bigger cock, or bigger tits!" she said crudely. "Or, it could be your partner, perhaps? Are they prepared to let you donate them?"

I glanced around the table and I noticed that there were a few shocked looks at this last comment. Mainly it seemed from a couple of the younger female partners, but also from the good looking young man that was accompanying Madame Bouvier.

"I really don't care," continued Vida. "It can be someone else entirely. Just be sure to pick your subjects wisely. None of us can afford for a word of this to get out!"

Vida paused and looked around the table, intently studying each of her guests in turn. Suddenly she clapped her hands together and let out a brief laugh.

"Come!" she said. "You look stunned! But don't worry, this is not the moment of truth. I have a demonstration for you before you make your decision. A demonstration courtesy of Erika..."

She glanced back at me and gestured at me with a wave of her hand. I started in surprise and the fear must have been written clearly on my face. She placed her hand gently on my arm.

"Settle, Petal." She said with a gentle smile. "It's your husband you're contributing!"

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She clicked her fingers and the large double doors into the dining room swung open.

Severus entered the room, wheeling Phil before him! Behind them, Beat was pushing a small trolley that appeared to carry a few different implements, mostly unrecognisable to me.

Phil was standing on a low, wheeled, stainless-steel platform pushed by Sev. His hands and arms were strapped in an uncomfortable reverse prayer position behind his back, forcing his chest out. His legs were slightly wider than shoulder width apart and they were strapped to two metal poles that protruded from the platform on the outside of each leg. The poles came close to the tops of his thighs in height and leaned inwards at a slight angle to match the angle of his legs. Each leg was strapped to its pole in several positions from ankle to top of thigh. The topmost straps were pulled so tight that the flesh of his upper thighs was crushed against the pole, leaving a space right below his crotch.

That space was filled with two enormous testicles, as big as apples. I could have sworn they were larger than they had been when I had viewed him earlier that evening.

And above that was his cock, standing massively erect, throbbing red, thick-veined and glistening with oil. The flacid 8 inches I had observed earlier had become 10 inches of thick, hard penis. His genitals had been completely shaved so the big shaft stood out even more starkly against his stomach.

There were gasps of surprise from around the room. Personally, I was shocked. At the same time there was something so massive and primeval about the display, I had an almost uncontrollable desire to leap onto him and impale myself on the swollen shaft. My pussy had dried somewhat in the past half hour of effort under the table, but suddenly I was gushing again.

Vida held up her hands to quieten the room. The murmurings subsided.

"Here is an example of what our work can produce!" Vida said proudly. "Erika can tell you... her husband had a fairly average sized penis only 2 weeks ago. What you see in front of you has grown to this size in the past 5 days. But....." She paused dramatically. "We have something astonishing to show you tonight".

Beat had raised the platform's wheels so the platform was now resting securely on the ground, held down by Phil's weight. She handed a device to Vida. Vida held it up to show everyone.

It was a long cylinder about 24 inches in length, about the diameter of a Coke can. The lower half of the tube appeared to be made of clear glass. It was basically an empty tube you could see right through. The upper half was a shiny metal alloy of some kind, very high tech looking, with a number of knobs and attachments on it. Vida twisted something on the end of the alloy section and slowly a column of about 12 wicked-looking needles began to protrude from that section into the glass section of the cylinder, spaced evenly around the interior. It was a syringe with 12 needles!

When fully extended, the battery of needles reached right down to the entrance of the glass tube, occupying its whole length. She held it up for everyone to see.

"You won't be able to see because they're so fine," she said, "but each needle has a series of tiny pores running down it's length. The pores increase in size down the length of the needle. That's how we ensure an even injection of solution down the length of the needle, not just from the tip." Then she withdrew the needles back into the case.

She reached out and grasped the oily column of Phil's penis. Her fingers could not fully reach around its girth. Slowly and seductively, she slid her fist up and down the shaft, massaging him gently and looking directly into his eyes. Phil was starting to panic. His eyes were wildly darting around the room as if desperately seeking a way out. He knew something was about to happen that he wouldn't enjoy. She slid her hand down below his cock and gently cupped one massive testicle in her hand. Her fingers wrapped around it. Still gazing, almost lovingly, into his eyes she began slowly to squeeze his ball.

He reacted immediately. He began to twist his torso back and forth, fear etched on his face. But, of course, his legs were locked so tight to the poles that there was no movement in his penis or testicles. He couldn't escape. She began steadily to increase the pressure and Phil began to moan. "No... please no. Don't... please... don't..." As the pressure increased his moans became a cry of pain and horror. Vida continued to squeeze harder. By now her fingers were white with the pressure she was exerting. They dug right into his ball, almost meeting in the middle as she deformed the over-sized orb. Phil was screaming, now. She squeezed harder and his scream turned to a shriek!

Suddenly, she released his testicle and glanced back over her shoulder to her guests, with a wicked grin on her face.

"Sorry," she said. "That wasn't the demonstration... I just couldn't resist it!" There was a titter of laughter from around the table.

Throughout the brief ordeal, Phil's cock had remained fully erect. Clearly there was some drug involved or it would have been shrivelled up by now.

Vida picked up the huge syringe and placed the open end of the glass tube over the big swollen head of Phil's penis. It was a snug fit. She slowly slid the cylinder down over the oiled surface until it fetched up at the base of his cock. His cock now almost filled the tube. There was about 1 inch of clear glass between the head of his penis and the start of the alloy section of the syringe.

Vida turned to Beat. "I think we might need the gag now," she said. "After all, we don't want to hurt our guests ears!"

Beat picked up a red ball gag from her trolley and forced it into Phil's mouth, whilst squeezing his jaws apart by digging her strong fingers into his cheeks. He made no real attempt to avoid it. He knew there was no option. She strapped the gag behind his head and his mouth was now opened in a big "O", fully filled by the rubber ball.

Vida made a little theatrical flourish towards Phil's penis, for the benefit of her audience. Then she began to twist the knob on the end of the syringe. We could see the needles start to emerge into the inch of clear space at the top of the glass section of the tube - heading straight towards the big head of Phil's cock that was squashed so firmly in the tube. As the needles began to just touch the head, she paused, just for effect!

She turned to the audience. "We're trying something for the first time, tonight" she said. "So far, we've been injecting a fairly dilute solution into him and watching the growth over hours and days. However, this solution is very

concentrated. We're not entirely sure what the outcome will be, but we anticipate, at least, that the next growth spurt will take little more than a few minutes. Whether or not his penis will survive the treatment, we don't know. We hope it will. But in any event, whatever the result, it will further our research!"

Then she began to crank the needles into his penis.

As the needles penetrated his skin, Phil began to scream into his gag, resulting in a muffled, strangulated cry that was chilling. His torso was thrashing about and it surprised me that he didn't dislocate his shoulders. Deeper and deeper the needles plunged into his thick organ. I felt sick just watching it. I couldn't imagine the pain he must have been in. All the while, Vida stared into his eyes with an evil glint in her own that reminded me of a cat with a mouse pinned beneath it's paws. When the needles had completed their 10 inch journey down inside the length of his penis, she attached a small canister to the end of the syringe. She twisted the canister and there was a sudden small hiss as if its contents had been released under pressure.

It must have been the DNA solution that was released. There was a strange rippling effect along the outside of his shaft, visible through glass cylinder. He appeared to go into shock for a moment. His whole body stiffened and his attempts at screaming ceased. His brow furrowed and his mouth froze in a rictus of agony.

In the brief pause, Vida yanked the tube off his penis, withdrawing the needles from his flesh at the same time. It was accompanied by a slurp of suction noise and a further squeal of pain from Phil.

His swollen cock was once again fully exposed. It's oily glistening surface began to redden quickly and his body began to shake all over. Before our very eyes the monstrous shaft quickly began to swell. Great ropey veins sprang up along its length and its girth began to increase. There was a deathly hush in the room, broken only by the muffled sound of Phil's scream building rapidly to a crescendo. Everyone stared on in awe, jaws hanging in disbelief. Within a minute it must have added an inch in length and half an inch in diameter. The skin was taut and shiny, not just from the oil but from the way it was stretched. The redness deepened, changing rapidly to a dark pink and then further to a purplish red and finally to a dark plum colour. His head was thrown back in agony, muscles in his neck stretched tight, arteries pulsing dramatically.

And still it grew. Vida reached out her hand and placed it over the massive purple head. It was now bigger than her palm, swelling to fill the space created by her widely-spaced cupped fingers. She licked her lips, awe-struck and mesmerised. Slowly she slid her hand right down its length till her outstretched fingers were touching his pubic hairs. The shaft rested along her arm, the huge head now nestled against her inner elbow. It must have been a good 15 inches long and a sickening 4 inches in diameter. She leant down and licked the bloated head, squeezing the tumescent shaft hard. Then she spread her legs, thrusting the head up between them, and rubbed herself against it vigorously for a few moments.

It seemed most unlike Vida. In all the time I'd known her, she had never displayed any overtly sexual movements herself in public. She always orchestrated events, choosing to indulge her own sexual desires in private... like the time she'd raped me before I ran away. She must have been highly aroused! With enormous effort it seemed, she reluctantly stepped back away from the obscene and gigantic penis and turned to the guests.

"Well," she said. "Time for some fun. It's still growing. I think we should get it into someone now, before it's too big. I can't wait to see what happens when it grows inside our volunteer! So, who's that going to be...?" She had an expectant, quizzical look on her face as she examined her audience.

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End of Chapter 6.

To Be Continued...