Cuckoo

Part Eleven: Artificial Insemination

Amanda was a sex slave now in everything but name. She continued to work as our maid but her lithe young body was frequently put to other more intimate uses by my wife and I. Mrs. Tibbs was a great help in keeping the humbled blonde exercised and disciplined. Amanda quickly learned to fear the displeasure of the housekeeper and the importance of following her instructions promptly and thoroughly. I'm afraid she had to suffer the occasional sound strapping whilst she was receiving training in the more complex duties, such as the proper etiquette for setting the table and the correct way to help her master and mistress dress in the mornings. But she's a bright girl and she only made those mistakes once!

The trip to London had produced some subtle but profound improvements in Miss Jenkins' attitude. Before our visit to the doctor she'd been cowed, obedient and submissive but there was a residual core of independence which occasionally reared its head and made her management mildly inconvenient. But after the doctor had treated her, she seemed almost unable to contemplate defiance, let alone carry it out.

When my wife and I had the leisure to view the DVD of Amanda's concluding session with the doctor and his sexy staff it proved to be an intensely erotic record, the most varied and arousing of the three episodes in which my maid was the reluctant star. I'll let you have a copy later if you'd like.

After she'd came round from the operation Amanda had been given a thorough and systematic workout, supervised closely through a series of press-ups, sit-ups and other exercises which she was obliged to perform naked. I was reminded of Patricia Stebbings initial medical review, but this examination was altogether more demanding. I've no doubt that Amanda benefited from the programme she'd had undergone at the company gym after she'd first joined my staff. Her fitness was certainly well tested.

The taxing physical exercises alternated with a wide range of challenging sexual ones. Under Eddie Stebbings close supervision his secretary and his nurses were all employed to put Amanda through her paces. She was obliged to kiss each of the women in turn and then to apply her tongue to their cute little snatches and bring them off. I found the sight of Carol wriggling on top of Amanda particularly amusing, knowing as I did that the sweet sexual organ my erstwhile P.A. was serving so diligently was the very one which had lured her boyfriend away from the pleasures of Amanda's own sex. At least the doctor's secretary returned the favour and licked my pretty blonde plaything into an electrifying orgasm, concluding with an outrageous wink to the camera. But Amanda was granted no such opportunity for pleasure from Helen, the raven haired senior nurse making her kneel and forcibly pressing the patient's face into her loins. Sara and Kirsty took Amanda together, the junior nurse straddling her hips and grinding her sex into the patient's own as the teenage trainee squatted over her face and bounced over her mouth.

And after the pleasure, the pain. All the girls were given an opportunity to spank Amanda's bare bottom. Their contrasting styles made for quite a show. Sara was delightfully hesitant at first. As the new girl she had only ever been accustomed to being at the bottom of the pecking order, receiving chastisement rather than dishing it out. When Amanda's bare bottom was presented to her, humiliatingly raised and perfectly presented for punishment across her lap, at first she didn't seem to know what to do with it! She stroked the as yet unmarked but trembling flesh with an expression, of half wonder and half astonishment. Amanda's face was buried beneath a cloud of her own hair where she remained inconspicuously silent and passive, her only visible reaction an edgy tension as her buttocks tightened in suspense. The teenager had to be urged to get on with it by her boss and Sara's first tentative slaps brought snorts of derision from the doctor although they were enough to startle Amanda.

"Harder girl!", the doctor ordered. "You can do better than that! Lay into the baggage like you mean it!"

As the spanking progressed, Sara seemed to gain in confidence and a wicked gleam entered her eyes. Soon enough the little minx had Amanda wriggling in anguish and sobbing out loud!

Kirsty was the next to punish Amanda and she too showed a certain inexperience and reluctance to begin with. It was apparent that the slim blonde submissive was far more used to receiving spankings than delivering them, although at least she'd had some practice before on Sara's cute little rump. With Amanda's bottom stretched over her lap Kirsty looked nervous as though she were being examined in some sort of test. A fluttering pulse in her throat and anxious little glances towards Helen and the doctor provided a clear indication of her tension. I'm sure Eddie would have taken a very dim view if his nurse had failed in her duties and she knew it.

When Kirsty got started she approached the spanking in a thoroughly professional and resolute way, putting any misgivings quickly behind her. Her trim little bosom rose and fell as her breathing deepened and she delivered a series of sharp slaps which proved their effectiveness as Amanda's legs kicked in involuntary spasms.

Carol was much more comfortable with the idea of spanking Amanda, her sparkling eyes and mischievous little smile showing that she took an impish delight in this pleasurable opportunity to dominate a patient. I sensed that for the sexy secretary it was the culmination of a managed triumph over the girl, and one she had clearly enjoyed - first fucking and stealing her boyfriend, then sampling the pleasures of her sex and now humiliating her. By this time, Amanda's bottom was red and sore and Carol spent some time stroking and squeezing the raw skin. The production quality of the DVD is excellent throughout and at this point you can clearly hear my lovely naked maid whimpering in apprehension before Carol finally lets her have it. The sexy secretary was really very good. She delivered a long slow sensuous spanking, each slap perfectly measured for maximum effect. Kirsty had been efficient but mechanical in her unvarying rhythm - a workman like performance which did the job of reddening Amanda's buttocks but without any real tension. Carol was much more of an artist. She knew how to build on the foundations the nurse had laid, caressing the hot flesh and teasing it into involuntary relaxation, then timing her blows to take advantage of the victim's lowered guard. She never allowed Amanda to identify a pattern in the punishment, keeping each stroke as a surprise and relishing her ability to make the girl yelp with anguish every time.

When Carol finally finished the doctor couldn't contain himself anymore and gave Amanda a good hard ride culminating in what was obviously a very satisfying injection deep into her over stimulated young body.

At first I thought that Helen might struggle to get a reaction from Amanda after all she'd previously undergone. By the time the senior nurse was given charge of Amanda's bottom it had been thoroughly beaten and I imagined somewhat desensitised. But Helen really was a venomous piece of work, quite the most naturally sadistic of Eddie's harem and her icy classical beauty couldn't conceal a resolute and inspired cruelty. I could see why the doctor had put her in charge of the other nurses and how Carol might well fear the threat that she would be handed over too! My ingenuous young maid was putty in her hands and was soon crying more fearfully than ever she had done for her other tormentors. Vivian and I learned a great deal from watching this DVD. The doctor had given us a series of lessons in the art of discipline and control which provided considerable food for thought and much inspiration.

Over the next few weeks I was often pleased to find Vivian engaging in energetic bouts of girl on girl fucking and sucking with our pretty blonde pet. I'd long known of my wife's suppressed bisexual tendencies. With the ready availability of Amanda's nubile young body she now had ample opportunity to gratify those desires with a very sweet specimen of female flesh. What I hadn't fully appreciated, however was the streak of imaginative malice which Vivian possessed. My wife found an endless variety of ways to use and abuse Amanda. Nipples were pinched and bitten and breasts were slapped. A number of household items ranging from a candle to the heel of her own shoe were worked into the maid's bottom and snatch, and the impromptu dildos invariably produced a shameful stimulation which the maid could not deny. And woe betide Amanda if her lips and tongue applied to Vivian's own sex failed to produce the pleasure she insisted upon. An energetic spanking was the least she could expect!

I knew that Amanda hated these attentions and had no natural lesbian leanings, but the conditioning and the drugs overrode that now. With the aid of the doctor's clever implant Vivian could make Amanda come with contemptuous ease. During the process my wife would demean the hapless girl with a constant stream of venomous and sly little taunts, telling her what a worthless slut she was and criticising her behaviour, her body and every aspect of her life from her former work as a free employee, to her current work as a bonded servant. The shudder of Amanda's orgasm was often accompanied by the wracking sobs of her tears, a combination which invariably produced a grim smile of pleasure from my wife. After one particularly humiliating session she ran to me and pleaded for protection. I almost felt sorry for my former P.A. but then I remembered why we'd acquired her. Amanda had to learn that my wife had as much right to enjoy the body of our new maid as I did myself. There was no way that I could tolerate any disobedience of this nature! So with the help of Mrs. Tibbs, Amanda was bent over the kitchen table where I dealt out a sound canning. I finishing off by sliding my length between her painfully striped buttocks and administering a brutal, thorough and most enjoyable buggering to the utterly chastened slave girl. After that, Amanda was much quicker to cooperate with Vivian's orders and never dared to question either of us again.

Six weeks passed very quickly and it was time for the pregnancy to begin at last. Just before the transplant I took a little time to explore Amanda's mental state in more detail. I'd like you to imagine the occasion for yourself…

I'm sitting in an upright wooden chair in the west wing upstairs drawing room overlooking the drive way and Amanda is sitting on my knee because that is what I've instructed her to do. She's dressed as you see her now - that sexy French maid's outfit which exhibits her charms so well - shiny heels, black, sheer as smoke stockings and a short tight dress clinging to her curves. She's trembling in the way she often does in my presence - a delicious mixture of apprehension and desire with just a hint of fear to flavour the cocktail of emotions mixing inside her pretty little head. No room in there now for rational analysis of her situation!

Part of the reason for Amanda's anxiety is because I've interrupted her whilst she was cleaning. A dust pan and brush mark the limit of her progress across the thick red carpet. I can't stand the noise of a vacuum cleaner and really there's nothing to beat personal attention to get a room really clean - especially when Mrs Tibbs is inspecting your work! Amanda's problem is that she already knows she'll get no allowance from the housekeeper for any time lost in dalliance with me. So to avoid a probable dose of the strap she'd really rather get on with her humble but important duties. But at the same time she can't resist me and she knows she can't. When my hand strokes the smooth flesh of her thigh underneath the thin nylon sheath of her pantyhose her breathing quickens and she gives a little involuntary gasp of lustful excitement. On this particular day she's not been permitted an orgasm for three full days. She daren't masturbate without permission now so in the near perpetual state of arousal that is now her lot this makes the lovely blonde quite desperate to be fucked. And for my own part I find her state of mind most suitable for a little interrogation.

I bend over and kiss her. Her lips part and she lets my tongue plunder her sweet mouth as she melts against me - not forward or demanding but perfectly accepting of my rights and yielding in a way that is quite delightful. What a long way we've come since I first interviewed her for this job! My left hand moves under the tight hem of her skirt to partake of the now familiar but still utterly charming pleasures of her bare sex. She relaxes and eases her legs apart to afford better access for my invading fingers. The baby smooth lips of her vagina are perfectly nude but they soon begin to slick over with a hot sheen of girl juice as I toy with them. The permanent depilation has definitely improved her. What a truly marvellous cunt she has - tight, sweet, hot and oh so easy to provoke! And utterly subjugated to my control. I say when she comes and I say when she doesn't. Right now, relishing the unfolding flower of her sex I find it perfectly fitting that total power over this portal has been achieved before progressing to the use of the womb it guards. Even if medical science didn't require it for her pregnancy, some traditions are worth preserving!

She says nothing but her eyes are pleading with me to finish what I've started.

I bend to her ear and nibble it for a second before whispering to her.

"The doctor's arriving today to give you a check up"

That makes her jump! Now she's trembling in a whole new way!

"He wants to see if you've made any progress since his last examination. Do you think you have?"

I say this to tease her, knowing that it is a completely unanswerable question.

She gives me an anxious little look but can't bring herself to reply except with a confused blush of shame which betrays her opinion.

"No", I muse, answering her unspoken thoughts as I cruelly withdraw my hand from her sex and wipe away the juices on her nylon clad thigh. "I'm not sure you have either…"

There was a morning's preparation to be done. I'd discussed the forthcoming procedure with Eddie Stebbings and he'd told me of his requirements. It was fairly straightforward to adapt a workshop on the ground floor and once I'd finished with her I sent Amanda to Mrs Tibbs so she could get the temporary operating theatre ready.

It was nearly midday before the doctor arrived, bringing with him Sara and Kirsty to act as his assistants. The delay was suspenseful for Amanda, tying her tension into little knots in the stomach, signs I could clearly read as I occasionally dropped in to see how work was progressing. But I think she at least half believed that I wasn't telling the truth - or at any rate that's what she wanted to believe. Dr. Stebbings had been built up into a real monster in her mind and she couldn't face the thought of him. So when I instructed her to answer the door, I almost thought she was going to faint at the sight of him.

Eddie gave a nasty little grin and was cheeky enough to plant a delicate kiss on the tip of Amanda's nose.

"So nice to see you again", he leered.

There was time for a little light lunch before the afternoon's operation. I ushered the doctor and his girls into the dining room where my wife was waiting to greet them. Amanda would serve all five of us with a cold collation of ham and salad before we set to work on her. I enjoyed the sight of Kirsty and Sara. The girls were dressed less formally than they had been in the surgery but I was sure the doctor still had complete control over their pretty outfits. Kirsty was wearing a trim white dress with a plunging v shaped neckline that exposed the inner slopes of her firm and nicely rounded breasts to the open air. The hem line of the pleated skirt was cut well above the knee to display her bare lean legs and rather sweet little feet in black plastic mules with a low square heel. It was superficially demure but incontrovertibly sexy as well. Sara was dressed in a more overtly provocative fashion. The teenager's legs were bare too and her painted pink toenails peeked through the straps of a pair of stiletto heeled white sandals. Her white skirt was outrageously short and tight - little more than a wide belt really. Above that, her midriff was bare, the smooth skin of her beautifully toned and perfectly flat stomach showing a light appealing tan. A very tight white crop top, bound her pert young breasts firmly to her rib cage. I was intrigued to notice that not only was her belly button adorned with a shiny metal stud but the lithe young blonde was also sporting a delicate silver nose ring and her tongue had been pierced too. From the shape the tips of her breasts made where they were moulded so closely to her top I suspected that the girl's nipples had received the same treatment. On a normal young woman this might have been a sign of rebellion but I knew that in Sara's case the doctor would have ordered the piercing to please himself. Dressed like this Sara looked like one of those pouting pop princesses whose chart success is built entirely on the fresh sexuality of their teenage bodies, flaunted indecently on a hundred MTV videos. It isn't a type I find especially alluring but I had to admit that the blonde teen did look cute and as the doctor was controlling such a comprehensive harem why shouldn't he have one like this in his collection?

Amanda set the food out on the table, reasonably generous helpings of meat, tomatoes, spring onions and various kinds of leaf for the doctor, my wife and I but only a couple of lettuce leaves and some cucumber for Sara and Kirsty. The girls were on a strict diet to keep their figures the way the doctor liked them. As my pretty maid prepared the plates with a barely suppressed trembling I realised that at some time every single person at the table had spanked her. Her bare bottom had been exposed for all of us and humiliatingly beaten by every hand. No wonder she was trembling!

After the meal Amanda was put under the Code Babel protocol, standing at the end of the table with her hands on her head. The doctor reached into his black bag and brought forth a small silver case, which he indicated was a portable refrigeration unit.

"I have an egg from your wife which has already been fertilised in the test tube by the sperm you donated at your last visit to my surgery", he said. "This afternoon we shall plant this egg into Amanda's womb and if all goes well the pregnancy will take, her body accepting the foetus as her own. It's the ideal time to do it. Because we have the drug reservoir sitting in her bloodstream we can easily monitor her fertility cycle and the probability of success in the current monthly cycle is at it's greatest now."

"Well lets get started then!" I said.

Kirsty and Sara were put to work undressing Amanda.

"You may be interested to know, Ms Greenway, that the strawberry blonde now unfastening Amanda's buttons was the very same piece your husband chose to assist him in releasing his seed."

Vivian raised her eyebrows noticeably and gave Kirsty a cool stare. The embarrassed nurse turned her face to the floor and wouldn't meet my wife's eyes. Her shoulder length curly hair couldn't shield a blush from our gaze and Vivian frowned when she saw my grin. My wife had probably thought I'd used Amanda for this purpose and I don't think she was too pleased to learn the truth of the matter from Eddie Stebbings mischievous remark. The doctor looked the picture of innocence now but I was sure he'd enjoyed his little revelation.

I was happy to see how perfectly compliant Amanda was, though, co-operating wordlessly as the girls removed her clothing. She'd surrendered so much of her self-respect she was now utterly biddable in situations like this - almost childlike in her docility. With Sara dealing with stockings and shoes it didn't take long to strip her. She made a halfhearted attempt to shield her loins with her hands but didn't resist when Kirsty took her left arm and firmly pulled it to her side whilst Sara clasped her right hand. She was quite a sight, naked and humble standing uncomfortably between the two girls, unable to understand the talk of her betters but waiting meekly and fearfully for her next instructions. I appraised her body afresh in the light of the purpose it was about to serve. It was eminently suitable. Amanda had an excellent carriage with wide child bearing hips.

"Turn her to face the wall now", the doctor said. Kirsty and Sara twisted Amanda round and without explicit instructions placed her hands on her head. The rounded curve of her very feminine bottom was now on display for the assembled company, quite unblemished and with all bruises faded, a testimony to her recent good behaviour and improved domestic skills. Amanda had gone without corporal punishment for a full week.

"I don't want the patient to see this until we're in the operating theatre", the doctor said. "It would spoil the surprise!"

He reached into his bag again and produced an exceptionally long and wickedly curved clear plastic dildo.

"We'll be able to strap her down, I take it?", he asked.

"Don't worry", I reassured him. "Everything's been prepared according to your specifications. You'll be able to perform all your gynaecological tasks almost as well as you could in your own surgery I should think. Ropes, pulleys, slings and straps are all in order."

"Good, good. Her legs will have to be well spread for this. I think it's obvious where it's going! But what may not be quite so obvious is how we use it. Look."

The doctor twisted a switch at the base of the device and it was suddenly apparent that the core of the cylinder was hollow and carried a much thinner length of extensible flexible tubing which spat from the tip like the long tongue of a wicked worm.

"Fibre optic cable and a tiny camera so I can guide it up her uterus", the doctor explained. "Then when we reach the womb, bingo! Using these tiny jaws I remove the girl's natural egg and we deposit our payload through the central tubing. Operation complete and she need never understand what's happened if you don't want her to."

I had to admit it was an interesting piece of medical equipment.

"Now there is one other question. Whilst your little pet is on the table I can tie off her fallopian tube. It'll sterilise her permanently - removes the risk of any unwanted pregnancies afterwards. That's if you're planning on keeping the bitch after the birth of course. And if you're not, I might be able to take her off your hands…"

I was still thinking when my wife cut in, flat and cold.

"Do it", Vivian said. "The only babies that brood mare's going to bring into the world should be the children of her superiors. No sense in letting a silly floozy like Amanda get as far as natural motherhood is there? Best neuter her and take her genes out of the pool."

I was surprised by her vehemence but had no real reason to object so I just shrugged.

"Whatever my wife thinks best."

I'd thought it might be amusing to witness the insemination but Vivian had other ideas. As we crossed the hallway, Kirsy leading the nude figure of Amanda by the hand, head bowed like a lamb to the slaughter, my wife bent to whisper in my ear.

"Leave the doctor and his girls to their work darling", she said coyly. "I think you should come up stairs with me."

She smiled at me, eyes smouldering and chest heaving, her arousal obvious.

"I'll make it worth your while…"

How could I refuse?

And in the master bedroom my wife wasted no time, pulling the heavy blue drapes together, leaving us in a cool, heavily charged silence. We kissed slowly then both undressed.

"Did you really use that chit of a girl to make you come darling? What's her name?"

"Kirsty."

I sensed the danger but I was too inflamed by her voluptuous naked body. I don't think I've given Vivian enough credit in my account so far. I was doing it all for her really. My wife is such an elegant and delightfully perverse lady and at that moment I was quite drunk on her perfume.

"She was convenient", I continued, kissing her again. "And the doctor offered me the choice."

"She certainly has nice breasts. Don't you think so?"

Now I really should have picked up the signal there! But like a fool I blundered on.

"Not bad at all. Better than Miss Jenkins' juice jugs if not quite as good as your own. They certainly did the trick when I gave 'em a squeeze."

Slap! She caught me full across the jaw.

"Owww! What did I say?"

But the slap was followed not by angry words but by a confusing and very passionate kiss.

"I don't want to hear anymore about Kirsty, darling. You forget that strumpet. And remember of you need to empty your balls again, I'm your wife!"

She kissed me again and continued more gently. "Use Amanda if you must. Amanda's household property now. I can hardly object when I find her such a diverting tumble myself. You were so clever to catch her and tame her darling! But don't go thinking that means I've granted you carte blanche to let your rampant todger go wandering where he likes eh?"

"Of course not darling!" I said, hoping I sounded suitably contrite. "Now come here and lets celebrate our impending pregnancy!"

Our lovemaking was long slow and serious. There was something profoundly symbolic about it. Although my wife wouldn't conceive because she was taking appropriate medication, nevertheless this was the moment that out child would begin to quicken in another womb. In our act of union I felt a sense that was almost that of sympathetic magic. Husband and wife were following the ancient traditions whilst in the room below science brought our sperm and egg together into our chosen breeder's body. It excited us both to think of it. I had the image in my head even as my wife drove herself onto my rock hardness - the image of Amanda, our naked blonde slave, stretched terrified on the table below us being orgasmed by Sara as the doctor planted the cuckoo egg inside her. The silly bitch! Delightful as she was, I knew at that moment that she could never compare with Vivian, the true love of my life.

I have no way of knowing but I'd like to think that the implant took hold inside Amanda's body at the same moment my wife and I enjoyed a shattering simultaneous orgasm in the room over her head.