Calabasas Confidential Ch. 01
Keywords: Calabasas, 01, Ch., Confidential,
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"For all her posturing, she's more afraid of losing than anyone else."
"Maybe," I replied. "But I still want to slap her."
"Remember what we discussed. No confrontations. Victory in the competition is all you should be concerned about. If you want to demolish your cousin, that's the way to do it."
The first level was pretty much as I had remembered it with several modifications, one of which was the addition of a row of tables to the right of where we had entered. The acolytes who manned this area provided assistance to the teams by answering questions, directing traffic, and offering whatever help they could to the visiting delegations. The names of the teams and their respective training rooms were periodically announced over the loudspeakers, but some groups invariably lost their way in the vast labyrinth of the bustling concourse. But, in general, most people seemed to get to their various locations with the minimum of fuss.
Twenty training rooms were on the first level and another twenty were located on the floor below. These rooms were self-contained worlds containing all manner of training equipment, some familiar, some not; medical supplies; and all kinds of other related paraphernalia like gloves, lotions, salves, towels, etc. Some other changes to the décor included the rearrangement of furniture to make room for a cluster of prefabricated booths, which were to accommodate the judges, a dais set up opposite the booths, and various cosmetic changes such as the inclusion of protective, red, plastic carpets, which, I presumed, were to keep the floor free of sperm. In addition, a massive Sisterhood flag had been hung halfway down from the ceiling in the middle of the room. It was made of black silk and embroidered with the image of a huge golden sun around which the words "Audaces fortuna iuvat" were placed.
Our training room was located on the first level, not far from the elevators. It was a large, square room about 20' x 20' in dimension, and was well lit with florescent lighting. The room had a phone, a television, a computer, a few chairs, and a water cooler, in addition to the requisite training equipment. But what first got my attention was a strange-looking device that sat intrusively in the middle of the floor: a giant, black leather and chrome affair that looked like it was meant to sandwich a man in between the upper and lower portions of its treacherous, wide-open maw.
"Oh shit!" Zula exclaimed, as she laid her eyes on the machine. "I heard about this thing, but I didn't know they had one."
"What is it?" I inquired.
"It's called an "Extractinator," she replied, as she walked in front of it and ran her hand over the chrome surface. "For the absolute in total control."
End of Chapter 7
"Instant hard-on," Joanna commented. "What's next?"
"We should put some lube on him now," I said.
"I'll take care of it," Joanna replied.
She took a small bottle of lubrication cream from the table and applied a small portion of it to Craig's penis. He moaned as she rubbed the lotion into his skin.
"Ready for some serious hand work?" Zula said.
"Might as well see what it can do. Go ahead," I told her.
She hit one of the function keys and the familiar robotic arm, which had previously been retracted, once again made its appearance from the angular compartment adjacent to the hole.
"Okay, Craig," I said. "We're going to try the robot hand on you now. Just lie perfectly still and let it do its work."
"You got it, Holly," he replied, with a little hesitancy in his voice.
I could see that he was a little tremulous as he watched the human-like arm flex itself outward toward his genitals on its metal pivot. But being the man he was—so eager to please, and inclined to not show fear in front of those he wanted to impress—he steeled himself for the intrusion of the artificial appliance, trusting in my competence and Zula's efficiency. And, as if in answer to his hopes, the fleshy-looking fingers descended upon his penis and then contracted themselves around the shaft, all in one, deliberately slow and precise motion. Craig, and the rest of us, heaved a collective sigh of relief.
"Any discomfort, Craig?" Joanna asked.
"Nope. It feels great. Keep going."
"Start him off slow, please," I said to Zula. "And keep it that way until I tell you otherwise."
Zula touched one of the keys with her finger, and with barely a sound the mechanical hand began to slowly rise and fall over Craig's glistening penis. As the hand reached its topmost position it would whir gently and then reverse its direction without a pause in its momentum. Once it reached the bottom, it would repeat the process all over again, effortlessly and with the utmost precision. Craig was moaning with delight.
"How does it feel to be totally out of control, Craig?" Zula asked.
"It's wonderful! It's like all these pleasurable sensations are centered...right in my crotch!"
"Do you want to take it up a notch?" I asked him.
"Sure. Go ahead."
"How fast can this thing go?" I asked Zula.
"There are 10 levels of speed with gradations in between. He's at level one now."
"Increase speed to level two," I instructed her.
The increase was almost instantaneous with Zula's pressing of the function key. The hand now moved at a quicker pace and Craig's breathing became more labored.
"Please explain what you're experiencing," Joanna asked him.
"Well, doctor...all I can tell you is that...it feels fucking great!"
"No pain or unpleasantness of any kind?"
"So far, no."
"It seems that the robotic hand has sensors inside it that can detect and compensate for the amount of pressure applied to his penis," Zula said. "As his dick gets closer to ejaculating, the hand grips the shaft more firmly, just as we would normally do when giving a guy a handjob."
"Cold, but efficient," Charlotte observed, laconically.
"Well I think this machine is fantastic!" Felicia said. "We don't have to spend hours and hours tiring our hands out working some huge dick like his."
"I will admit that it does appear to have its advantages, but nothing can take the place of a pair of nice warm, well-lubed hands to get the most out of a man."
"It's a tool, like any other," Joanna said. "I think we can safely increase the speed now, Holly."
"Zula? I said. "Increase speed to level three."
Once more, the motor driving the mechanical hand whirred gently as the up and down motions increased by a factor of one. The speed at which the stroking was being carried out was similar to the speed of a robust, human handjob—the speed at which most men would begin to lose their loads.
"Oh, my God!" Janet said, laughing hard. "I don't think he can take much more of that!"
"Craig, how are you doing?" I asked him.
He took a few seconds to reply. When he did, his speech was halting and his chest was rising and falling quickly as he sought to fight for air.
"Can't...hold on...much...longer..."
Because his prick was all covered with lube, I couldn't tell if he was exuding pre-cum or not. But taking one look at his huge scrotum, I could tell by the way his testicles were climbing up toward the base of his shaft that his orgasm was imminent. Joanna noticed this too.
"Better stop now or he'll explode," she warned.
"Holly!" Craig screamed. "Stop it!"
"Zula, cut the power." I ordered.
With one press of a key the mechanical hand came to a sudden stop. Craig cried out as though he were in pain.
"Craig, are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm okay. I'm okay," he replied, groaning aloud.
"Let's get him out of there," I said.
With the aid of the other girls, I helped my exhausted friend out of the machine and pulled a white, terrycloth robe over him. He was having trouble standing and it took four of us to hold him steady.
"That thing was only on level three and you were ready to cum," I said.
"I know. It's a fucking incredible machine. The feeling is indescribable."
"I think he should rest for a few hours," Joanna said to me. "There's a bed in the room next door."
"Good idea," I replied. "Please do as the doctor says," I told him. "We'll resume your training at 1:00 PM."
"Okay, Holly. I am feeling pretty tired right about now."
Joanna escorted Craig out and returned a few minutes later to tell me that he was so exhausted that he was almost asleep before his head touched the pillow.
"He has a very strong constitution," she said. "Most men that I have tested in my lab would never be able to hold out as long as he did."
"I think it has something to do with those tests he had done on him in Sweden by Dr. Swensen."
"I have no doubt of that," she replied. "He's been conditioned, that's for sure. But I believe that will work in our favor."
"Do you think we should put him through it again later?"
"I don't think so. There are plenty of other masturbatory techniques we can use on him. However, I would suggest that all of us give him a few more handjobs. Especially you, Holly, since you're the Masturbatrix. And you, too, Charlotte."
"I'm ready," Charlotte said.
"Whatever it takes," I added.
"Well, all this jerking off business has made me both horny and hungry," Zula said. "And since I'm not about to get fucked anytime soon, I'm going to get something to eat."
"Good idea," Joanna said. "I'll join you."
As all of us followed Zula out of the room, I stopped to take a moment to look in on Craig. He was sound asleep. I almost hated to have to wake him up later to go through a completely new round of training. But it had to be done if we stood any chance at winning.
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We had finished our final training session with Craig around 5:00 PM. The fact that he managed to endure successive rounds of masturbation at our hands and from the various devices we used on him was a testimony to his superior mental and physical control, due in large degree to his previous conditioning during the EJAX-472 experiments the year before. By the time we left the training room I think we were more tired than he was.
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