The following totally fictitious writings of Faibhar are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of extreme violence, torture and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age. The following is for your sole enjoyment and your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you. Faibhar The Eggz! "Its sort of a hybrid, an invention of mine combining a little bit of the old, with something more modern." The dream fast dissolved. The voice sounded like one she should know. "Nurse, I think our patient might need another whiff of O2. She seems to be coming around." Tia saw, and then felt the mask placed over her nose and mouth. She breathed deeply. "By 'hybrid' I coupled features of a rack with a surgical table. That's where you find yourself now." A violent twist of her head knocked away the oxygen mask-she didn't need it any more. Tia struggled, but her limbs and ankles held. Her entire body stretched with them. The gas cleared her fogged head. The room she was in was white. Lights gleamed as she saw more clearly. "Let me go!" Tia spat out her fury. She now knew the owner of the voice-her biology professor at college was the speaker. He was also the one cranking the rack. Somehow, she had gotten on this torture table because of him, and somehow she was nude. "I think its time you met your nurse. Karen? You know Tia?" Her emerald eyes blinked. Alongside of the table stood the pretty black teaching assistant, except now her dark skin contrasted against the white lab coat. Tia blinked again. The coat hung open. Full breasts swung. Karen's legs below the coat at her upper thighs were bare. "Sure I know the bitch. She's one of the fine lookin' ones in your class." "That she is, Kay. Let me give this wheel one more turn...and the I think we'll be ready." The back of Tia's head hit the metal table. Her arms felt like they would be dislocated. She could hardly breathe. Only her tight butt and where she hit her head touched the metal. She screamed. Karen watched for the safety of her own fingers as she pulled back Tia's brunette hair. She didn't want to get bit. Taking an elastic band, she shaped the hair into a ponytail. The hair felt warm to her touch, and for what it was worth, she stroked it softly. The professor grinned back at his nurse-slave and admired the pale legs with the narrow strip of fur where they met. This one, he learned, had been a pom-pom girl and track star all four of her high school years and for the last two in college. That would explain her condition, he thought, as he let down his trousers and climbed up on his invention's first victim. Tia felt the movement. Straining to see down her chest, she saw a bald head rise and then come closer. Her feet and shins scraped under the weight of the man's bulk. "Nooo," she bellowed, but the head continued moving and then she saw his leering face. She screamed again as she felt fingers pry apart her pussy. "Shhh," Karen said and carefully placed her lips over Tia's. Building more confidence as she felt the lips relax, she dove her tongue inside. "Emmm." The student tasted good. Karen's fingertips stroked the warm softness as she kissed and felt Tia release more tension. Tia almost choked on the strange tongue, and then relaxed. It helped to take her mind away from what the professor was doing. Her tongue swirled over the TA's. Her eyes bulged and she twisted her mouth away from Karen when she felt the cock enter. Tears blurred her vision as she again strained down to see. The puffing professor, and his hairy body were thumping into her. She wanted to retch. The room darkened. Karen's leg swung over her. The bare pussy smothered Tia's face. Her lips forced open. Tangy musk nearly gagged. Light showed as Karen lifted off of her face. She felt the professor thrusting deeper. Above, she heard kissing noises and saw up Karen's bare torso. In the light above she could see the TA and the professor locking lips. The room went dark again. Tia felt the professor shoot his load into her. She felt him depart. A little light shown as weight shifted. Karen's pussy dripped above her face, but now she felt the other woman's lips and tongue. She groaned. Without her knowing it, the racked and raped co-ed stretched her tongue higher to meet the wet darkness above and moaned louder as her own sex was licked and eaten. She was out of breath when Karen finally lifted off. Tia panted. She knew she was sweating, but froze when the face of the professor appeared above and to her side. "You may not approve, Tia, but as you know faculty is not paid all that well, so we have a little plan to enhance our income." Tia winced: the rack tension still stretched her limbs to the point of pain. She tried to follow through agony what the middle-aged rapist was saying. "To bring in lots of cash, we are going to harvest your eggs, hence the surgical table aspect of your rack." It was hard to believe what he was saying, but then again, everything else to this point was very unreal. From what she knew about ovaries, she knew that all women had just so many, and that there was a high demand for them around the world. They could be bought, sold, auctioned. She also knew that losing hers meant no children, which was okay because she wasn't really sure if she wanted to be a mother anyway. She also knew she'd need plenty of hormonal therapy, not to mention seeing a good shrink. Tia only hoped the guy knew what he was doing. "Of course," the professor said as he lightly ran his fingertips over the thickness of one hard nipple. "There are many ways to do the harvest, including using all sorts of television gear, but call me old fashioned I just believe in doing it the traditional way." "Ouch!" Pains from the rack were increasing, but the pin prick in her left arm was new. "That's just your maintenance IV," said the black cloud floating above. "It will keep you filled with electrolytes and shit like that." Tia sniffled and stared as the huge demi bra hovered over her head. It looked as though Karen, the TA, had shucked the lab coat in favor of just underwear. "I'm gonna stick your other arm with an IV too, but this one you'll like even better 'cause its got drugs in it." The professor heard Karen and looked up from the tools he was arranging on the metal tray. "She gets no anesthesia. This is supposed to be torture, remember?" Karen snorted and angrily stomped over to where he stood at the far end of the rack. Tia could hear hushed words argued. The arguing stopped. She saw Karen's back. Pinkish gray lines criss-crossed powerful shoulders. She saw fingers reach behind and unhook the bra. The back disappeared as the bra fell, and then a cracking whip frightened Tia even more. Minutes later Karen returned to hover over Tia. Angry red welts streaked across the shivering purplish nipples. Karen also was crying. "I'm supposed to get you prepped child," she said and draped a wet cloth over Tia's face. Under the darkness of the cloth Tia heard the tiny clatter of metal on the tray end. She felt the enema and the trimming and shaving of what hair she had left between her legs. Through the damp gloom, a large oval light illuminated. She could barely see it move. It seemed to be focused on her stretched belly. "Stop your whimpering Karen. This is your kind of amusement, after all." "But, master. You just can't do that without giving her anything." Whining might help. The professor grunted and wiped his hands on his trousers. "Okay. Start a diluted morphine drip, but make sure it is very diluted and very little morphine." In just her panties and heels, the unorthodxically-clad surgical nurse injected an opioid infusion of low strength morphine into the burette in the side of the IV as the professor lifted cloth covering Tia's face. She blinked rapidly under the new bright light. "I'm going to place this plastic bar between your jaws. It's not exactly like the Old West, where they got to bite a bullet, but you get the idea." He recovered her face with the cloth and walked alongside the table until he came to the small metal tray abeam Tia's hip. "We like to call what we're going to do a bilateral ovariectomy because we'll be going after both sides. When I mentioned doing this the traditional way, I meant making a vertical incision, which I am afraid for one you age will leave a scar that might prevent you from wearing any more bikinis." Karen smirked: the least of Tia's worries were going to be future cosmetics. She lightly slid her index finger over the wide pinkish perimeter surrounding one nipple when a noise distracted. "Can't you do something about that damn chirping, slave? Turn the darn thing off." The TA ignored the professor's growl in favor of watching the heart rate monitor. It showed that Tia's HR rapidly rose. She turned down the volume control and watched as the numbers on the machine flashed. Getting an idea, she inserted two oxygen prongs under the cloth and into Tia's nostrils. Karen fed in nitrous oxide. She felt the tubes stuck in her nose and continued to hyperventilate. Tia breathed deeply, and in moments felt dizzy. The professor watched his assistant and the monitor. Satisfied that the patient's heart rate was slowing, he took a shiny scalpel from the table. He located a spot midline and just below the navel. The sharp blade easily sunk into the young flesh. Tia's drug-induced reverie shockingly sobered. Panic drove sweat to spurt as she felt fire sear into her lower belly. Karen saw the monitor flash. Numbers seemed to jump from the small window as they raced higher, and higher. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the professor bent over Tia's belly. Streams of red blood flowed from where he started the incision. She saw Tia's racked body shaking from side to side. The cloth covering her face made waves as it moved. She heard garbled screams from the mouth with the plastic bit. Not that she would notice that much, Karen wiped her own face free of tears and bent down to softly plant a kiss on Tia's cheek. Looking up, she saw that the professor was cutting halfway below her navel to her pubic bone. She kissed Tia, and then brought sponges to wipe away the blood. A shiny rectangle was wheeled over her when the cloth was removed. In the mirrored reflection Tia could see most of her torso and lower body. A gory gash split below her navel and was held open by some sort of spacer. Seeing the opening made her pass out. The professor kept his eyes riveted on the surgical field as Karen mentioned what happened. He suggested using spelling salts to revive her, the morphine drip depleted. He used the bloody pair of toothed forceps to carefully avoid a uterine artery and removed the last of the eggs. The special container holding the ovaries was delicately set aside. "Come here, slave. You'll enjoy seeing this." The TA revived a bleary Tia and stepped to her master. She looked beyond the various clamps and hemostats. Inside swam a sea of orange, gray, pink, red, blue and ivory. She recognized many of the contents. The professor seemed pleased with his work. "What the hay? Since we're here, why don't we take the rest of this stuff?" Karen knew that once the professor got on a roll, it was hard to stop him. She silently gathered more clamps. Tia shivered. She could not take her eyes away from her reflection in the mirror just above and behind her head. A new sight distracted. The whites of Karen's eyes stared back. Black hair lay across her white chest, but most of all, Tia saw half of her own pink nipple disappear between Karen's lips. She felt her breast move as Karen sucked more. She turned back to the open wound on her lower belly. Electric scissors whirred, and she saw the professor lift out a purplish shape: her womb. He leered and tossed it over his shoulder. Tia saw the severed uterus smash into the white wall. A red smear trailed the pulp's fall to the floor. Cold kept chilling. He next pulled out spaghetti shapes. Tia heard her Fallopian tubes splatter as they were dropped. Her teeth started to chatter. Karen ran a finger along her shivering lips. The professor cut around the roof of the ravaged vagina and removed an orange and ivory colored lump. He set the excised cervix on Tia's chest bone. Black trails of fresh blood ran from each side. Tia saw her puckered cervix, and then felt Karen's fingers remove the plastic bit. "Please...please help me...." Her voice sounded feeble as she pleaded. Karen's lips wickedly spread. She gingerly opened Tia's jaws and placed the cervix between her teeth. Shadows grew inside of Tia's head. The body part her teeth gripped made things worse. Her eyes rolled back. Shadows grew to midnight black as all for Tia was stilled. The familiar brown fingers caused her to jump as they reached down to where she sat. She recognized the voice above as it spoke. The hand reached for her papers. "Time's up, honey." Tia started and reality returned. She handed the TA the papers. Cramming for mid-terms was finally over, and so was taking the test. Spring Break was next and not a moment too soon. Leaving the classroom, she was about to say something to the professor, but since his bespectacled bald head was buried in the papers on his desk, she did not. Finishing this class hopefully also put an end to her nightmares. She whistled a happy tune as she walked out of the class for the final time and into the hallway. She also made a pledge to herself to forget about taking any more pre-med classes in the future. The End
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