Chapter 5 - one more test part one

Gina wakes in a different room, and stretches, feeling the sensation of a soft bed beneath her rested but still aching body. She is wearing a new, clean hospital gown, and as she looks around she notices that the room contains a table and chairs, along with a hospital style curtain screening off one corner. She sits up in bed, trying to establish reality from dream, but her concentration is broken by the door swinging open and Alma's cheerful "Good morning! I brought you breakfast." The girl breezes in carrying a tray of sausages, eggs, and a large glass of juice.
"Oh!" Gina says, not knowing how to deal with the woman so complicit in her awful situation, but suddenly realizing that she is desperately hungry. Alma sets the tray down on Gina's knee, and sits down beside the bed.
"Go on, eat - you must be hungry - you slept for 12 hours!" Gina starts work on the large plate of food, wolfing down the sausages and egg, and drinking half of the pint of orange juice in one swig. As she swallows each mouthful she is painfully aware of the tingling sensations of sexual arousal that she feels as the food makes its way down her throat, like the light touch of a lover's hand on her inner thigh, or a gentle caress of the side of her breast. She feels her loins tremble slightly as she eats, her sexual need slowly beginning to be aroused. As she eats, she realizes she is famished - she polishes off the last of the food, and as she scrapes the last pieces onto her fork she realizes she is panting with another need as well.
Alma smiles knowingly at her "I can bring you more if you'd like?" Gina hesitates, the girl's smug look angers her, and she wants to pretest, but she also feels every bit as ravenous as she did before she began to eat, but also feeling powerful sexual needs beginning to be awakened.
"Yes - yes, please. I'd like some more. Thank you." She manages, and as Alma leaves the room her hands slip beneath her gown, finding the cleft between her legs, probing and rubbing to try to sooth the burning need in her pussy. To her frustration she feels nothing, no sensation, no satisfaction, and as Alma walks back in carrying a tray stacked with more sausages, eggs, and fried bread, all dripping with oil, Gina sits up, embarrassed, and places her hands by her side, her face flushed with humiliation.
"Oh Gina, you don't have to stand on ceremony with me you know! Here - have some more breakfast!"
Gina takes the tray, feeling a sense of defeat, knowing that Alma understands the unbearable feelings stirred in her body. Once again she begins to tuck in, mouthful after mouthful of the greasy breakfast the feelings strangely unfamiliar as the satiation from hunger she associates with food elude her, replaced instead by growing feelings of sexual need, futile urges to rub her swelling pussy, to finger herself frantically in an attempt to quench the fire inside her.
As she finishes the second, larger plate, one hand wanders sub-consciously to her crotch, her fingers gently massaging her lips, feeling the thick lubrication of her arousal, searching for sensation or relied. "Alma." She begs. "Please help me - I know I must be full, but I feel even hungrier than before - I don't know what to! Please help me, I don't know how to cope!"
"Oh Gina!" the young girl soothes, "It can be hard if you think about it too much, but all you need to do is to follow what you're body is telling you."
"Alma - please, I know you're not helping me, you're trying to get me to abandon my self-control again, please have some compassion and help me!"
"Gina, you don't understand - you need to embrace who you are now - fighting it won't help. I actually did come here to show you something. The first plate of breakfast you had is ample to fill you up - just feel your belly - but it won't meet your cravings. You need to either develop a bit more willpower, or do what you need to to fulfill them. Anyway, I have to go now, but I wanted to show you this in case you want it - we call it the Cattle Trainer, because its based on a feeding stand for cows." Gina's hand moves to her belly, and she feels it, distended and taught, but without the neural connections to her brain to signal satiation.
Alma gets up, walking over to the curtain and pulling it back, as Gina stares in shock at the device behind it. I looks superficially like a low vaulting horse, with various attachments and fittings. At the front two large metal bars protrude up either side of a tube that ends in a snorkel-like mouthpiece. Further back are two depressions that look as though they would attach to the breasts of anyone lying on the horse, and further back still is a sculptured triangular device which frames a large rubber dildo. "Gina, we use this for girls who have had treatments like yours - its an efficient way of meeting their needs, but it does deliver rather startling levels of calories in the process. You don't have to use it at all, but if you do enter it, just remember, lie face down on it, put your breasts in the recess, and clip your hands and feet into the restraints. When you're properly positioned the neck collar will close, and the pussy-cup and anal dildo should position themselves automatically. You'll be released when you've consumed the appropriate amount. As I say, it's completely up to you - I'm not sure I'd recommend it if you're feeling like you want to carry on resisting. Anyway, I'll see you later!"
As the young girl skips from the room, Gina realizes in horror that she has been left in the room with this horrific contraption, and that her will to resist debasing herself is going to be tested. Somehow the fact that no one is going to force her to strap herself into the machine like a human cow while is stuffed and stimulated, but instead that she will eventually do it to herself is infinitely worse. She looks at the machine, turning her back on it and hiding her face in her pillow.
Trying to avoid thinking about the machine, she buries her face, her body writhing uncomfortably, her hands clasped between her legs, searching for a way to find release from the awakened sensations of desire and heat. She moans in frustration, unable to relieve herself, and rolls over, her eyes settling on the contraption before she turns once more to face the wall. "I won't give in! They can't make me do this!" She tells herself, breathing slowly and deliberately to try to reduce her level of excitement and arousal. She can smell the scent of her pussy, its lubrication now flowing freely, her lips engorged, subtly separated with the dew of her burning need. "I should take a closer look at it." She resolves. "So I can see why I don't want it."
A part of her understands the foolishness of her decision, but she rises from the bed, smoothing down her gown to try to regain some dignity, before approaching the device. She examines the metal cuffs at each corner, self closing stainless steel that would clamp her wrists and ankles in place, making her helpless and unable to resist. She looks at the two bars, shaped to close around a slender neck as it is inserted, locking the head in front of the feeding tube. She sniffs the tube, noticing a slight drizzle of brown syrup, almost enough to create a droplet large enough to drip from the tube, and wipes her finger gently around the mouthpiece, bringing it to her lips almost without thinking. The rush of intense stimulation from the chocolately taste of the syrup is intoxicating, sending shivers of desire and need through her inflamed body. Before her conscious self can stop it, her body tries to place the tube in her mouth, but without putting her neck between the bars she cannot reach the tube.
"Oh!" She grunts - staggering backwards, realizing she is loosing control, but unable to tear her eyes away from the mechanical monster. She looks at the depressions, imagining her tender breasts stimulated relentlessly by the cups, then at the armature at the rear of the horse, holding the triangular cup almost like an oxygen mask that she imagines it enclosing her pussy, stimulating it, flooding it with the sweet chemicals that will give her the release she needs as the rubber dildo attached to it fills her ass. She shakes her head, trying to get the thought of herself helpless and vulnerable, sated and fulfilled, out of her mind.
She quivers, knowing she is defeated as she raises her arms over her head, sliding out of her gown and sitting astride the padded horse. She lowers her body so that she is supported on all fours, and gently positions the sensitive globes of her breasts in the silicone depressions of the machine. She feels an almost imperceptible hum and a slight sense of suction as an airtight seal is made. She shakes with fear and shame as she tries to stop her body from acting on its most primitive needs, but is unable to prevent animal brain from pushing her head forward between the two steel bars to take the bit in her mouth. The residue of syrup again sends gushes of pleasure through her body, and she hardly notices the bars move closer together, lightly restricting her neck. She sucks on the tube, positioned now in her mouth, biting down on the retainer inside it, but nothing happens. Her conscious mind reasserts herself as she realizes she could still extract herself from the machine by lifting her head through the now parallel bars. Only if the wrist cuffs were in place would she truly be trapped.