Medical Discharge

One hundred and seventeen days later, the Institute had become my second home. I had settled into the closed community, and found my place in its social fabric. My training was progressing with giant steps, and I was improving my skills every single day. My mentor Sylvia was proud of me, and she taught me how the jealousy I sometimes experienced from the other girls was nothing but a measure of my success. There was even talk about giving me an opportunity to present myself to the Committee - something which happened in less than a year only rarely. Then again, it might just be rumors as well, of course.

The last time I had descended into O was on my 17th day at the Institute. Despite the hornification we were subjected to on a daily basis, I had managed to strengthen my will and endure the hardship of continuous arousal without the need to release the huge energy accumulating in me. “Amazing” was a much too shallow word to describe the results of that. I was literally horny for the entire day. Even during our breaks, when no sexual stimulation was administered, my mind didn’t drift away from sexual thoughts for more than a few seconds. An incessant stream of energy flowed through my body, radiating from a mystical source in my womb to the furthest tip of every limb. It created a blissful state of mind, unburdened by worries, fears, or anxieties. My days were an uninhibited experience of carnal lust, constantly dangling on the highest summit of arousal, right there on the edge of O. The sustained struggle to remain there, to defy the personal disgrace and failure of a fall into the abyss, was a challenge to my ambition and dedicated hunger for success; it didn’t feel like an obstacle at all anymore, but more like an incentive, a grinding stone to sharpen the power of my will, a training tool which made me stronger and better every day.

But this couldn’t last forever. After some painful mistakes in the first few years, researchers had found that extended denial had a detrimental effect on the female body in the long run. Many cases had been recorded where sexual appetite diminished when a girl was deprived of an O for over half a year, sometimes even to the point where physical hornification was no longer possible at all anymore. Maybe the body just can’t keep charging and charging all the time, at some point it will shortcircuit, overload, and burn out. An unacceptable outcome for the Institute, obviously; and to prevent it, all the girls were now subjected to an O after hundred days of edging. It was referred to as a “Medical Discharge”.

In the morning, I was strapped to a chart and dispatched to the ward. A friendly nurse received me, and started explaining and implementing the procedure on me. Since this was a purely physical matter, it was designed to discharge as little of the mental and emotional energy as possible along with the physical O I would receive.

She took me to a bath, well, actually more of a tank, filled with an opaque liquid. An herbal odor hit my nose when I entered it. It was warm and comforting; the nurse explained to me that both the temperature and the specific gravity exactly matched those of my body. There was no sexual stimulation at all as my body hung floating in the fluid, which was a very strange sensation after so many weeks of intense efforts to create ever more arousal. I felt relaxed and sleepy, maybe even a bit intoxicated. Or maybe it was detoxicated? I didn’t know and didn’t care.

I felt my hornification seep out of me. At first it felt slightly tragic, as if I was saying goodbye to a good friend who had come so close to me. I tried to fight it; I played pictures in my mind of clones, fucking machines, whips, and bondage. But none of that really worked, I just felt quiet and numb as the lust poured further out of me. It seemed like where the hornification left, nothing was there to replace it, as if I was going hollow. In the end the pictures in my mind all faded, I couldn’t create any new ones, and I didn’t even really care. It was good as it was.

I suddenly realized how tired I was, how my muscles ached, how the welts of yesterday’s flogging stung in my ass; and at the same time, all of that was soothed by the warm fluid, the relaxed atmosphere, the quiet rest, the total absence of sensations.

Reading back what I just wrote, it may seem as if that all took place in a matter of minutes. But it wasn’t like that at all. I hung there for many hours, and the decay of my hornification was endlessly slow. I fell asleep, I woke up, I fell asleep again, lighter than the last time; I woke up again, less aware than the last time. In the end they mingled into a steady state of diminished consciousness, not really sleeping, but not awake either. I lost all track of time, I forgot that I was hanging in a tank in the ward, I forgot what I was doing there. It must have lasted a day, maybe even more. The light of my soul was flickering, and in the end it went out altogether.

When I came round, I wasn’t hanging in the tank anymore. It was early morning, and a shy sun shone through the curtains onto the white wall above my ward bed. I didn’t feel good at all; I was exhausted and drained, slightly nauseous, and my head was a blurry mess.

The nurse came to me when she noticed I was awake. She felt my wrist and my forehead, asking how I felt. I told her. I had never imagined the discharge to be easy, and asked about the next step of the procedure. She had a slight chuckle at that moment, which confused me.

“What is it? What is so funny? “

She replied: “Well… do you remember how you felt, when you just came to the Institute? When you weren’t trained yet, and you couldn’t control your O’s? “

“Of course I do. I felt ashamed and filthy, disgusted with myself about my failure. Exhausted and spent in the afterglow. “

She looked at me intently and said: “...and…?”

“What do you mean, and?”

“Well… how do you feel right now?”

It dawned on me like a flash of lightning. Of course! The exact same feeling! But, that meant… had it already happened?

The nurse nodded at my unspoken question: “Yes, about two hours ago. You were completely dehornified, but we have our tools, and a bit of vibration always helps… it was a very small one, though. As it should be.”

I realized the full width of the cunning wisdom of the procedure like a flash of lightning. The O had deliberately been applied when my mind was at reduced consciousness… heck I hadn’t even noticed it. The body had been satisfied, but it had been completely detached from the brain. I had been thoroughly dehornified, and all the pleasure and ecstasy had been blotted out. I hadn’t really had an O… my body had received maintenance, that’s all.

I smiled at the wisdom of the Institute. “Thank you,” I murmured to no one in particular, but the nurse nodded anyway: “Yes, it is beautiful, isn’t it? Your body remains healthy, but the desire of your heart and mind are still unfulfilled! The hangover will soon pass, and you can be pushed up to even greater heights!”

She stretched out a hand to me and continued: “So come on, get up from that bed, and lets get you back to your mistress… you need to be rehornified badly!”