The Y-Virus Ch. 02

The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate stimulation, anal sex, ass worship, sex with machines, and much more. If any of these categories don't appeal to you then I strongly suggest you don't read the following story and find something else more suited to your tastes. You have been warned!

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The Y-Virus

Chapter Two: The Awakening

Centuries had passed before I would wake up again, but when I finally did it was a very confusing time. My vision was greatly hindered, almost to the point of blindness in the first half hour or so (or at least it seemed like a half hour to me). My sense of hearing was also suffering to a degree, but it wasn't as bad as my sight. Also, my hearing returned to normal much quicker. But the worst thing was that I had great difficulty in controlling my vocal cords and muscles.

Shortly after waking up I felt a series of hands take hold of me and lay me upon some sort of padded table similar to a medical gurney, only it seemed a bit wider. It did feel very comfortable despite my body having severe muscle spasms. I felt more hands adjust my limbs, and then felt straps being secured around my arms, legs, torso, and a final one around my forehead. I was completely immobilized with my legs apart and my arms strapped to the sides of the gurney.

All I could see were blurry figures moving all around and a grey light directly over me. I admit I was a little scared. Soon I felt the old medical electrodes being removed from my naked body and new ones being put on. This was nothing compared to what came next: I felt somebody take hold of my penis and testicles.

The unknown person performed some kind of medical examination to see if my privates were still okay. After the quick examination, the unknown person started to tie a thin cord around my cock and balls. This person tied my testicles in such a way that they were both pulled away from my body and separated from one another.

My sense of hearing started to return and I heard a feminine voice say, "Are the patient's testicles secured for further examination?"

"Yes, doctor." Another female voice replied.

"Good. Prepare the testicle scanners, Dr. Minoko." The original voice said.

"Yes, doctor, right away."

I was much too far out of my usual state of mind to focus much on what was said until I felt the testicle scanners being put on each of my balls. I didn't feel much at first, just something flat and metallic being put on both my balls. Soon, though, the two flat surfaces on either side of each testicle were starting to come together. I soon realized these were clamps on my testicles and they each grew tighter and tighter by the second.

"Uuuuhhhh!" I managed to moan despite not being able to talk.

"Are we getting a clear readout, Dr. Miller?" A female voice said. The voice was coming from near my genitals.

"Almost, just a little more pressure should to do it." Dr. Miller said with an air of authority in her voice.

I felt the testicle scanners tightening a little more around each of my sore balls. Even though it was supposedly only "a little more pressure," it was a canyon of pain.

"Uuuuuuhhhhhh!!" I yelped even louder than before.

"That's enough pressure, Dr. Minoko. We have a solid reading." Dr. Miller said.

The tightening around my testicles stopped (thank goodness. I didn't think I could take much more abuse). I saw some more movement around me and realized that I could see a little bit better. I saw at least five figures wearing white lab coats, but I couldn't make out the details or facial features of these people.

A couple minutes or so after the clamps were tightened on my balls, Dr. Miller said, "It looks like both of the patient's testicles are fully functional. He seems quite healthy."

I could hear a bit of excitement from the other people in the room when Dr. Miller said this. The thing that really called my attention was the fact that each of the voices seemed to be female. It wasn't long before someone loosened and removed the clamps on my testicles. I was beyond glad when I couldn't feel them anymore.

My vision seemed to get better shortly after my balls were released. I looked around and saw that I was in a room that was very different from the laboratory I was in centuries ago. I also noticed that the five specialists in this room were all women. At first, I just thought this might've been some kind of coincidence.

"Dr. McFlarghan, take the patient to the Internal Examination Room, please." Dr. Miller ordered. She had blonde hair that was tied tightly into a bun in the back of her head. She also wore oval-shaped glasses with thin black frames. Her blue eyes were not only beautiful, but also seemed to display her authority.

Dr. McFlarghan, a tall woman with red hair, green eyes and pale skin, held up a remote of some kind and pressed a button. The gurney seemed to lift itself weightlessly a few inches, and then the doctor pushed me down a series of corridors. I could hear the other doctors' footsteps following in our wake, and there were even a few additional doctors and scientists that passed my gurney along the way . . . all women. These other women whispered to one another as we passed them. Their eyes were clearly fixed on me.

The fact that I'd only seen women so far started to make the notion of a coincidence less and less plausible. Something was peculiar here, but I couldn't ask because I still had trouble with my voice.

After Dr. McFlarghan made one final right turn, I found myself in another well-lit room with a hovering metal table in the center. I found myself impressed with this new technology despite my condition. There were a few other devices in the exam room that seemed to be hovering as well, but I didn't know what they were . . . yet.

I was lifted by the five women and rolled over onto the hovering metal table in the middle of the room. My arms and legs were fastened to the lower platforms on either side of the hover-table. I soon found myself in a doggy-style position with my hairless ass up in the air and my genitals exposed, vulnerable, and dangling through an open section of the hover-table. My head was held firm in a padded headrest at the end of this bizarre thing.

As I moved my eyes around the sterile exam room I focused on a machine hovering almost directly in front of me. It looked to be about three feet tall and two feet wide in diameter. It hovered about three feet off of the ground and was cylindrical in shape. It had pale-blue lights glowing underneath which pulsed on and off, on and off, over and over again.

I also noticed three computer monitors in front of me with screens that measured at least fifty inches from corner to corner. Two were located on my right; the other, to my left. The monitors in question were currently off. Dr. Miller, the woman that appeared to be in charge, was now walking in front of me with her hands on her hips and addressed the other female doctors and scientists in a graceful, yet authoritative voice.

"Dr. Minoko, please activate the XTC Internal Scanner and operate the controls."

"Yes, doctor!" The Asian woman named Minoko replied in a sweet and excited voice.

The beautiful Asian doctor walked over to what appeared to be a control panel on my left-hand side. She sat down facing in my direction. I could see her face over the computer monitors of the desk where she sat and I could hear the 'click-click-click' as she pressed a few buttons and flicked a couple switches.

Suddenly the three computer monitors in front of me turned on. I heard one more 'click' as Doctor Minoko flicked one more switch. Suddenly the hovering device in front of me (the XTC Internal Scanner) was activated and soon a long, snake-like appendage came sliding out of the bottom of it. It seemed to be composed of the shiniest, most flawless chrome I'd ever seen. It was segmented all along its length. Its width was the same size all along the shaft (with the exception of the bulbous tip) and seemed to be little more than an inch in diameter. The tip of the appendage looked almost like an egg and I was able to see that it had a very small lens at the end of it. It was obvious to me that it was a camera of some sort.

The chrome-snake appendage seemed to come to life on its own.

Two of the computer monitors on either side of me had displayed what the camera at the tip of the chrome-snake was seeing. The third monitor displayed the view of a separate camera mounted elsewhere in the exam room. It was some kind of x-ray camera that captured real time. On this monitor I could see the skeletal form of myself tied onto the hover-table with my ass slightly up in the air. I was embarrassed to say the least.

The hovering machine with the chrome-snake appendage was being guided by Doctor Minoko and she directed the strange thing to hover behind me. I could see part of the machine depicted on the x-ray monitor with its appendage slithering about. On the other two monitors I could now see my ass in full view.

"Oh no!" I thought in shock and embarrassment.

"Dr. McFlarghan, would you be kind enough to apply the lubricant to the patient's anal cavity, please. Then coat the XTC Internal Scanner." Dr. Miller said. Her hands were still on her hips.

"Yes, doctor. Immediately," Dr. McFlarghan said in a Scottish accent.

Then next thing I heard was the 'snap' of a latex glove. Shortly after, I could see her fiery red hair in the two computer monitors in front of me and another skeletal form in the x-ray monitor to my right. She was dipping two fingers into some kind of jar. As I looked at her red hair on the monitors, I could also see her latex-gloved hand. Her index and middle fingers were now shimmering with some kind of transparent oil. She brought her fingers to my exposed asshole and smeared it all over and around it.

I shuttered when I first felt the coolness of the lubricant on my asshole.

The red-haired doctor was very thorough. She applied it all over my asshole more than once. She even gently penetrated my anus with her middle finger so as to get some of it inside me. It not only felt weird, but seeing her skeletal finger enter my rectum on the x-ray monitor was indeed a bizarre thing to behold. I could've sworn that I heard her giggle a little under her breath when she had the entire length of her finder inside my ass. She twisted her finger from side to side before withdrawing it slowly.

Dr. McFlarghan then turned to the hovering machine and covered the end of the chrome-snake with the same lubricant.

"Thank you," Dr. Miller said. "Dr. Minoko, you may begin the examination."

"Yes, doctor," Said the beautiful Asian. I could only guess it, but now she seemed to be handling a pair of joysticks. I could see the chrome-snake 'slithering' its way toward my raised ass on the x-ray monitor, and I could see the image of my ass on the other two monitors getting closer and closer, until finally, the camera on the tip of the machine pressed against my asshole. I shuddered a little from the cold touch of the metal.

The two monitors grew dark from the absence of light. The x-ray monitor now showed the snake-like appendage trying to penetrate the asshole of my skeletal form.

I gasped a little (and with some difficulty) when the egg-shaped tip finally made its way past my lubricated asshole. Dr. Minoko flicked another switch and the other two monitors were pitch-black no longer. She had activated a light that must've been built into the camera. Now I, as well as every female in the room, could see the inside of my anus with clarity.

My embarrassment reached a new peak.

As the chrome-snake forced its way deeper and deeper into my ass, I moaned more and more. I could see the metal probe invading my skeletal form deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until it seemed like the rectal probe was inside the entire length of my small intestine. My ass was literally stuffed to the point where I couldn't take any more of its length.

I was being raped by this devilish machine.

I wanted to protest against this indignity, but I still had no control over my voice yet. I thought that this couldn't possibly be any more embarrassing . . . but I was proven wrong once more. Dr. Miller, the woman in charge, had more in store for me.

"Activate the scanning function, Dr. Minoko." She said.

"Yes, doctor, right away." The Asian doctor replied. I heard her flick one more switch and immediately I felt the entire length of the chrome appendage in my ass start to vibrate intensely.

"Uuuuuuuhhhh!" I moaned as loud as I could despite having trouble with my voice.

The intense vibrating continued for what seemed like twenty minutes. Dr. Minoko then slowly guided the chrome-snake out of my ass by using the joysticks on her control panel, but then stopped with about eight inches of the device remaining in my ass, still vibrating.

"We'll need to scan the patient's prostate gland. We need to force a sperm sample out of him for further testing, Dr. Miller." Dr. Minoko said to her superior.

"Yes, I agree," Dr. Miller said with her hands still on her hips before turning her attention elsewhere. "Dr. McFlarghan, I'd like you to collect the sperm sample when Dr. Minoko forces it from him."

"Yes, doctor," Said the Scottish woman.

Doctor McFlarghan was now holding my rock-hard penis in one hand and a plastic cup over the tip with the other. Doctor Minoko, on the other hand, had guided the chrome appendage slowly out of my ass inch by inch until the egg-shaped tip was pressed directly against my prostate gland.

"Uuuuuuuuhhhh!" I moaned again, but this time from intense pleasure.

The chrome-snake was now massaging my prostate in ways I never thought possible. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel amazing. My ex-girlfriend Sarah never agreed to massage my prostate no matter how much I begged (even as a birthday request). I was soon forced into having a new kind of orgasm while the device scanned my prostate thoroughly. I reached orgasm and shot spurt after spurt of warm cum into the plastic cup held by Dr. McFlarghan. Every woman in the room giggled and cheered quietly . . . but most cheered.

Dr. Miller, on the other hand, remained composed.

When my orgasm subsided, Dr. Minoko turned off the scanning/vibrating function of the rectal probe. She worked the joysticks and slowly withdrew the remaining length of the chrome appendage out of my ass.

Dr. McFlarghan screwed a plastic cap on the cup containing my sperm sample. As she walked away from my vulnerable body I could have sworn I heard her giggling. It didn't surprise me though, seeing as how I felt like a plaything for these devious women to humiliate and torment with their experiments and tests.

"Deactivate the XTC Internal Scanner, Dr. Minoko. Would you be kind enough to sanitize the rectal probe, Dr. Weller?" Dr. Miller said.

"Yes, right away!" Another female voice said.

I didn't understand why any of this was happening to me. Why my testicles and prostate had to be so thoroughly examined. Why I had to be raped by a sinister machine. Why I seemed to be surrounded by women and only women. Where were all the men?

After everything was sanitized and placed back where it needed to be, I was unbuckled from the hover-table and put onto the same gurney as before, only this time I wasn't buckled down.

The female doctors placed a soft pillow under my head and soon I was being pushed down a few more hallways. The lights on the ceiling ran over my eyes as we went down the corridors. We stopped at a certain door; a woman opened it, another woman pushed the gurney inside the room, and all the women helped move my body onto the only bed in the room. It looked very much like a hospital room from the time period where I came from.

The beautiful Asian, Dr. Minoko, said to me in a soft, sweet voice, "Please rest easy. You should reach full recovery within the next twenty-four hours or so. There are many important things we need to explain to you. But for now, please, just focus on getting some rest."

She looked at me as if I were something made entirely of gold; I looked at her as if she were an angel. When Dr. Minoko turned to leave with the other doctors, I couldn't help but notice that she had an amazing ass. It even rivaled that of my ex-girlfriend, Sarah.

Dr. Minoko was an incredibly beautiful woman to say the least. I couldn't help but feel a certain attraction to her even though she was technically the one responsible for clamping my balls tightly with the testicle scanners, and she was the one that guided the XTC Internal Scanner all the way up my ass. But I still couldn't help feeling something for her. She was just too lovely to ignore.

I quickly grew tired when I was left alone in the room. After my bizarre series of ordeals, who could blame me? Shortly before drifting off into a very deep sleep, I remembered looking at the wall opposite my bed. It was a cream-colored wall with a broad, charcoal-grey bar that wrapped all the way around the room. The only thing (printed in white) inside the grey bar was: WARD 408.

I thought about the room for a moment, and then fell asleep.