Author's Note: Inspired by the excellent story "Beta Test" by Beast5, the guiding concept of mixing an avatar world with machines to create an alternate reality is explored. This is a new story that adopts the concept and tells a tale of the fictional character Ashley Bennett. The story isn't an improvement of "Beta Test," or an expansion of it. I simply want to give credit to Beast5's story for spinning a different twist on reality. Beyond the central theme, there are several human characters and public humiliation. Mainly though, it is a story of analplay - by the time you finish, Ashley and Ass will be synonymous.

There is an undercurrent of incest, but I would say it is akin to spanking. My guess is if you are a rabid incest fan (of which I am not); you might be disappointed in what the story has to offer. If on the other hand you are put off by incest (of which I am not), I hope you won't let that keep you from reading. Bottom line, if you find something like continual bare ass public spanking by a parent exciting/acceptable, I wouldn't worry too much.

Finally, I need to make a comment on the use of asterisks [*]. Originally, the story was going to be written entirely in the third person. As the story unfolded, I found the opportunity to express Ashley's inner thoughts to tempting to resist. Therefore, when you come across * text bracketed by asterisks * these are Ashley's thought bubbles. Because the use of the asterisks was ad hoc, I'm sure that I mixed up the first and third person. I don't get confused reading the story, but then I know how Ashley thinks. I also threw in a small second person section, which I hope is obvious by inspection. Enjoy.


The Arrival

Ashley sat next to her mother in the family Benz. They travelled along a route Ashley had been several times before. She knew that they were heading in the direction of the hospital where Ashley got her gynecological exams, but she didn't understand why her mother had to drive. As the sedan reached the stop light that causes Ashley's stomach to turn, she could hear her perverted OBGYN whispering. The old man should have retired years ago. He started as her pediatrician. Then as she grew into womanhood, his other Board Certification kept her bound as his patient. Whenever in the waiting room, she felt the gaze of the nurses. She wasn't sure what they were saying to each other, but she would overhear phrases like "tight ass," "only because of her," "have you seen it stripped bare," and "what a sick old bastard."

"Ashley Bennett." She gathered herself and waved back at her mother. The rich bitch sat reading her Cosmopolitan looking up at Ashley coldly. She rarely understood the stare. Walking down the med/surg corridor under the harsh fluorescent light, Ashley wonder once again why she was the only patient Dr. Axtell didn't see at his clinic. When she was a child, the hospital exam room was scary; now, it was objectifying.


The Exam

Ashley sat on the edge of the exam table fully clothed. She received her perfunctory taking of vitals. What she heard next were the first words of the exploitation to come. Had she knew then the torment ahead of her she would have jumped off that exam table and ran for her life. Nevertheless, how could she possibly imagine her future molestation? The nurse said, "Ashley, when was the last time you had a bowel movement?" This was the first time she had been asked this question or anything like it. Stuttering she reluctantly answered the nurse's inquiry. The response was that later it would be dealt with.* Where was this conversation headed? Though behind her, she knew that the boys at school took an unusual interest in her backside. If she had her way, she wouldn't walk out the door wearing the tight low-rise jeans now encasing her butt. Her persistent mother forced young Ashley to be displayed. Her mother taught her repeatedly to expose the smooth abs and protruding hips. * With the nurse now gone, Ashley was confused but relieved no more questions concerning the ass and anus would be asked of her.

Dr. Axtell never knocks before entering the room. His careless or intentional action had seen Ashley in varying states of undress. The more humiliating part, not being allowed to continue undressing or dress back up. She was forced to stop and be examined as is. He didn't care if her panties were around her knees or if the door was left open until she begged him to close it. Luckily, this time she was fully dressed. Standing diagonal and looking into her chart, the good doctor started his inquisition. "I see you're now 5' 5" and 112 lbs.," staring at the chart not her. Ashley was even more uncomfortable answering proctological questions with the doc than with the nurse, especially since her rectum was introduced into the mix. First, Ashley had to remove her baby tee. This further showed off her young flat 23" tummy. Next to come off were her jeans. She slowly, almost seductively, unbuttoned and pulled them off her newly formed 32" hips. As the 34" bra came off, the pervert commented that her late blooming breasts must be a "C" cup by now. He confirmed his observation by cupping her tits before letting her continue to undress. When done undressing, she was standing before Dr. Axtell only in her thong. Looking down at the small of her back, he commented on the excellent choice of undergarment. Running a finger slowly between the waistband and the crack of her ass, the doctor pulled the thong out of her buttocks before snapping it back. * Had she known HE was going to see it, she would have worn boy shorts. *


The Display

Ashley slipped on the back-tying gown that everyone knows does diddlysquat to cover your backside. Then, ordered to remove the thong. She couldn't reach the ties but told not to bother. Standing behind her Dr. Axtell began to cinch-up the back of the gown. The ties were more like straps. The ones running down her shoulders and back pinned her arms then wrists to her vertebrae. The last strap was atop the pelvis dimples. The binding forced Ashley's chest forward so much her erect nipples were unmistakably seen. Her tummy collapsed into her spine and her perfect tush stuck out more than normal. She swore the arch of the back was so severe a disk was going to rupture. The final strap circumnavigated just below the folds of the rear. However, the pelvis strap combined with the butt strap created a framing of her lovely little humps. The ass cheeks pressed together to the point that Ashley felt not even a jackhammer could penetrate to her anus. A collar was fastened around her neck and a chain leash attached. She was handed standard issue ankle socks. Ashley's toned calves turned the dull attire into lust material. Years cheerleading had not only shaped her small round ass but gave her long legs a look of both elegance and substance. At this point Ashley fully expected to be placed on the table for a vaginal and anal exam. So she was surprised to be told to leave the room - not only because this had never happened before but also because she was about to be paraded. * "oh god please no." However, what choice did she have? The gown required the old man to release it, and she would have to leave the room eventually. *

Ashley couldn't count one observer that didn't stare. She knew from her schoolyard experience that they must have also been turning their heads. The butt strap hobbled her walking, thus, exacerbating her agony. Lead by the leash, it didn't seem the hallway would ever end. Then, a new corridor opened up. Exiting med/surg, Ashley realized she would be shown around the hospital - through waiting rooms, public spaces, and even the lobby. * The boys snickered, old ladies gasped, young women sneered with envy, and the men... oh the men, how they leered. Thus, she was ashamed. The shame and guilt grew more and more with each look. The humiliation of having her exposed ass showcased for all to see had long since left her and was replaced with something more insidious, sexual desire. The wetness between her legs had been growing. Her pussy was aching. Thank god the butt strap had compressed her thighs together, they were the only things that kept the hot juices from running down her legs. *


The Operating Room

Dr. Axtell opened the door to what appeared to be an operating room. In the center, though, was a conventional twin bed complete with pillows and quilts. * That the color scheme matched her own at home was really spooky and also comforting. If the bed had been the only thing in the room, it would actually be inviting. However, it was not. There was a multitude of robotic arms hanging from beams attached to the ceiling. Ashley instinctively categorized them: mechanical hands, restraints, and what appeared to be an array of... dildos? Not familiar with the tools, she wasn't sure what she was looking at. Her mother had given her a realistic cock the Christmas after Dr. Axtell parted her pussy, broke her hymen, and finger fucked her virginity. The insane yet powerful woman made poor Ashley use the new toy under the Christmas tree in front of all her family and friends. However, what in the name of god were all these other insertable devices? Did they just go into the vaginal canal? Was the shape of some meant for the... ass? Some of them couldn't possibly be for any orifice... the size, oh god the size. Her imagination made her shudder. Spotlights, floodlights, cameras, and monitors - some computer, some video were visible. It wasn't what Ashley could see that worried her the most; it was what she couldn't. *

Dr. Axtell released Ashley's from the gown. The group of nurses she had overheard in the waiting room entered. They rolled in trays of instruments and lubricants. Ashley glanced down at the buffet of torment and humiliation, keeping her head steady and rotating her eyes. The last thing she wanted right now was for the nurses to know what she knew from their conversations. Then, she was propped up on the bed wearing only the ankle socks in doggy style position - knees and elbows flat to the bed, hands extended and cradling the downward side of her face, back concave with ass in the air. If she didn't already feel like an object, she was about too.


The Preparation

The nurses rushed around the bed and Ashley. She heard all sorts of noises coming from the assortment of machines, the hushed whispers of the nurses, and the application of K-Y around and inside her ass. A noticeably deep finger insertion took Ashley's anus. As the finger squirmed inside, the nurse it belonged to said, "she's clean." She felt the heat coming off the spotlights. They were directed at her cunt, the crest of her ass, and the upward side of her face. It was the intense beam of the last spotlight that prevented her from seeing anything that was happening. At least if she were blindfolded it wouldn't hurt so much. The nurses for the doctor were preparing Ashley. Weeks of training was paying dividends for the nurses, excited to be putting the training to work. Dr. Axtell trusted his team and let them work uninterrupted, standing in the back of the room calibrating his arsenal. He pulled up a wire-frame animation. It developed using the measurements taken in the exam room. As wire-frames go, it was very sophisticated. The technology that was taken from James Cameron, creator of Avatar, was state of the art. Static and motion detection cameras reproduced a body form exactly as Ashley appeared on the bed. Even the twitch of her anus was captured. The spotlights were extinguished and the floodlights lit up. Ashley was told to spread her legs apart so that the mound between them was clearly visible. With her head released from the blinding light, she was told to lift it and look straight ahead. Next, the nurses stepped back. The sounds around Barbie Doll Ashley intensified as the whirl of a bank of cameras began to rotate around the bed and the newly minted toy. With MRI like accuracy and precision, the wire-frame began to take on a skin - not any ordinary skin, one that reflected light as naturally as Ashley's milky white almost alabaster supple young flesh. Once Ashley's avatar was completed, the cameras spun down and the nurses continued with their final stage of preparation before leaving.

Dr. Axtell returned to the bedside of his new pet. Leaving one hand bare and snapping on an exam glove for the other, Ashley's molestation was becoming more serious. Gliding the bare hand over her ass, pussy, thighs, and breasts, the glove held her steady with thumb buried in the anus and forefinger alternating between insertions into the pussy and rubbing of the clit. The skilled hands of the doctor made the pussy-ass whimper. As orgasm built, Ashley caught herself grinding against the intruding fingers. * What the fuck was happening? First, it was the wetness between the legs when bound and now the straining of her body to be used. The shame and humiliation served an increase in her lust. This fueled the desire and completed the spiral downward to the unexplored depths of sexuality with submission. Oh god, please make it stop. I am begging you; please don't make me come into the fingers of this old man. Her pleas were not answered... or maybe they were and she just didn't know it yet. * As the doctor brought her to climax, he repeatedly said, "That's a good little girl, just like that, that's right." Now that the data from her response had been compiled, he could calibrate the machines.

The Taking

The time had come. Everything had lead up to this - the taking of Ashley's anal virginity. After it was completed, she would never be the same physically, mentally, and even spiritually. The concept of anal virginity was unknown to her. She understood virginity having lost that to Dr. Axtell's fingers and to mother's Christmas present. The present was not really for her but for everyone that enjoyed seeing it impale her. Moreover, she knew what was involved with anal sex. That particular knowledge informed her assessment of the operating room robotic arms, but she hadn't ever put the two together. Maybe it was because even though she understood the mechanics of anal sex, she didn't have a clue that it was sex. She had never experimented anally, she didn't talk about it at school or with friends, and even her mother never brought the topic up. She was naïve. She knew it hurt, and that's all she knew.

Dr. Axtell walked back to his station. From there, he could operate every piece of equipment in the room. In addition, since every hand, restraint, and dildo needed was available to him he had no need to stand at the bed. Moving the apparatus in place, he directly and calmly spoke to Ashley. Anal virginity was discussed. She was told that she would be restrained during the entire procedure; therefore, any part of her body not restrained could be thrashed about. Because of soundproofing, yelling at the top of her lungs would not be heard outside the room. The doctor would be leaving his station and move next door. There he could sit and operate a much more extensive control board and observe more than would be possible inside the room. Before leaving, Ashley was told that a large monitor would drop down from the ceiling once the door had been sealed from the inside. The monitor was for Ashley to view, and this is how the avatar came into play. The avatar and the world it occupied allowed the doctor to create any number of virtual sexual partners. This ability to deploy new situations on the fly was the most powerful aspect of the operating room. The robotic arms were merely tools, along with everything else. Her world and the world of the avatar would become one. Since all she saw was the non-reflection monitor, dildos became cocks, robotic hands human hands, etc. And not only that, the technology allowed the physician to rotate the subject's view of herself. If the doctor deemed necessary, he could show Shane Diesel give it to her up the ass while she watched each thick inch very slowly disappear inside her rectum. Alternatively, with all the arms available to him, he could make her witness a tentacle rape.

Ashley heard the doctor's voice over a speaker inside the operating room. He announced that she would be placed into baseline position. Wrist and ankle restraints lowered from the ceiling and appeared as leather to Ashley. Two robotic hands were next as the doctor's hands. Each one of the hands held a side of her face to keep her staring at the monitor. The hand of a burly teamster pressed into the small of her back pushing the crest of her ass up higher. Finally, rough chapped hands descended to hold her breasts and pull at her nipples. Positioning was complete. A snake slithered down off one of the beams. Its tail wrapped around the beam to keep it from dropping. Ashley couldn't believe what she heard and saw from the monitor. The viper lowered itself into Ashley's ass crack. It wiggled back and forth until a considerable length had rested atop her. She then felt the reptile (or what she thought was a reptile) begin the journey inside a place that had only known out. * My god my ass is being taken. A thick snake is taking my ass! How can this thing possibly get inside me? Nevertheless, the restraints keep me from escaping it. Breathe Ashley, Breathe! * And for the first time today, Ashley spoke. Actually, she yelled. She kept saying repeatedly, "Please stop it! I beg you! Dr. Axtell please make it go away." These weren't the cries the doctor wanted to evoke. Moaning and whimpering, these were needed. If she were begging like this with the snake, the therapy would open her up but might not start the desire/humiliation/shame/desire chain reaction. The snake was retracted from her anus. Ashley stopped her blubbering. A fat cock lowered in front of Ashley's mouth. It wormed its way inside. The invasion continued until she gagged on it. Then, it backed off a bit in order to fill her skull hole and allow her to get oxygen. When the snake continued where it had left off, there was no way for Ashley to beg. According to plan, the muffled shouts turned to desperate moans and soft whimpers. The ass fucking continued. Even for an anal whore, Ashley's pounding would be considered extreme. However, for an anal virgin, it was... unthinkable. What Ashley had that a whore didn't was elasticity, but she was slowly starting to lose that.


The Research

Hours after her anal virginity had been taken, the therapy was not completed. Not aware of this final phase of training, Ashley embarked on her journey to self-discovery. The limitless number of situations available kept her coming over and over again. It wasn't just torture that was being done to her; it was also pussy-ass training. The physiological and psychological state of pussy-ass had been a research topic pioneered at the hospital. Dr. Axtell had just been awarded a new research grant. This is why the old man had stayed active in his profession. It was his dream to receive this grant, but he couldn't believe god had also brought Ashley to be his first test subject. The theory behind pussy-ass was simple - an anal orgasm could trigger a vaginal climax with no clitoral stimulation or vaginal penetration. This stage was still experimental, but an even newer, more out there technique was the subject of the old man's research - anal insertion. The lone act of a dildo sliding into the ass would result in a full-blown, wildly exciting orgasm. The challenge was three-fold. Step 1; establish the state of pussy-ass. Step 2; achieve with a single slow push of the dildo up the ass a vaginal climax. Step 3; reduce the girth and length of the dildo down until it is about the size of a roll of dimes. This research had practical implications - safe sex, elimination of unwanted teen pregnancy, and parental control of daughters. For example, let's say you are the father of an eighteen-year-old sexy high school senior. Her cheerleader uniform provides all a welcomed opportunity to explore her body. Wearing the pleated micro-mini skirt, she turns the heads of everyone that is lucky enough to catch a glimpse. For young and old alike, staring at this bitch is a guaranteed boner. You worry that she is having unprotected sex; you are worried that she is having any kind of sex. You can't deny her raging hormones. Pussy-ass therapy can solve all of these problems. After proper training, the patient can be aroused and coming within seconds. In addition, there is no limit to the number of times she will come because this is a psychological state inducing a physiological reaction. Imagine your sweet little angel handing over the key to her pussy-ass and saying, "Daddy, I want to come." With both father and daughter satisfied, she can get back to her studies and you to your football - and then there are the needs of her boyfriend. Make it a play date. Let him insert the key a few times. Position your darling daughter in the poses of his choosing. Turn your head away as he whips it out. You control and direct. She shrieks and whimpers. He whacks and whacks. Continue until he is splashing his man seed across her legs.

Ashley was almost there. The penis gag had been removed, and the doctor had saved her asshole from destruction. He was working on Step 3. She stubbornly wouldn't let him get to the size specification requested. He called the grantor for permission to make whatever arrangements he could. Dr. Axtell was about to stop the training when a woman wearing a long coat, large sunglasses, and a scarf around her hair was spotted walking towards the operating room. As the door opened, it caught Ashley's attention. Watching the monitor, she saw light fill the corner. She suddenly dropped out of fantasy when she felt the cool air outside the room waft over her exposed pussy and ass and the sounds of the ward leaking in. Static flashed across the monitor for a couple seconds. When the reception came back in, she wasn't looking at her avatar; she was looking at herself in the cameras. They switched from angle to angle until one astounded her. It showed the small dildo ready to enter her ass, the one according to specification that had been unable to do the job. She could see the woman standing over her. When the woman's hand gently rubbed between the crest of her ass and the small of her back, a small shudder overcame Ashley. This hand was very familiar. The woman continued to rub and with her other hand brush Ashley's hair to one side. * Why were these strokes so soft and kind? Why did she suddenly feel like a child in her mother's arms? Oh, yes, I can feel it building. If the dildo even touches my asshole, I think I will come all down my leg. Oh fuck, there it is. It is so sweet and yet so frustrating. Please, please, please slide it up quicker! My pussy and buttocks are quivering. * Once the dildo was three-quarters inside Ashley, she suddenly realized why the woman's touch was so familiar... it... was... her mother! The parent she hadn't seen since waving was looking down at her! Her mom had removed the sunglasses and scarf while she continued to rub Ashley's pert ass. The camera angles confirmed... it was mommy dearest. "Oh mommy, I want to come for you!" Ashley caught herself vocalizing these words beyond thinking them. "I know you do darling." "Mommy... I think I'm going to come mommy." " I think I'm going to come while you rub my ass from tip to tip mommy." "Mommy, a young girl with an ass like mine must be fucked this way, doesn't she?" "That's right dear." "Dr. Axtell used me like a fuck toy, an anal fuck toy mommy." "Yes he did, didn't he?" "Yes, oh yes" "Oh Fuck, Mommy, Fuck Me, Fuck Mine Tight Little Ass!" And with that, the dildo had reached its end and Ashley came all over it, inside her ass and outside.


The Revelation

The nurses came back to the room and started the clean up. The once snide nurses treated Ashley like a princess... the anal princess she now was. Fucked out of her mind, she didn't register the conversation that was taking place just above her. "I'm glad I could meet your specifications Ms. Bennett." "Well, I'm glad I was here to help you reach it." "And thank you again for the generous grant... I'll be sure to put it to good use." Pausing, the doctor began to grin and Ms. Bennett echoed the emotion, "Would it be possible for me to continue my research using Ashley? She is such a joy to work with." " I think that she could be made available." Mother Bennett paused and said, "However, now that you have developed a working prototype I'm sure you will have to share her with her dad."