The Constancia Compendium

Naomi nods. Speaking into an intercom, she announces our arrival and Lady Constance’s request. Dr. Helga’s voice comes back, apologizing for her absence and explaining that she and Jasmine are scrubbed.

“Naomi will show you about. We’ll start on the Danish male when you’re through. He’s maintaining a very firm erection for us. He seems rather apprehensive, and we’ve seen the penis react in this manner often.”

Dr. Helga’s normally dour and monotone voice hints at a degree of mirth.

Naomi begins our tour. The facility is impressive as has been indicated. There is not much lacking in terms of the equipment, rooms and supplies required to provide standard medical care for the island’s inhabitants. But the magnetic imaging machine is a considerable investment for the relative size population of Constancia. It would be difficult to locate such in some entirely less populated states in America. And there is also a sophisticated diagnostic lab, where Dr. Helga apparently is able to monitor the status of certain ongoing experimental hormone treatments.

Recollections of the investigation into Dr. Emily Reinhold’s practices come to mind. I make a mental note to review those reports when I return to New York.

A separate room contains two machines not found in the medical community. One is a computer controlled milling machine. I imagine Lady Constance’s investment in the sophisticated device to be in the millions. While we watch, a single block of metal, nickel cobalt as described, sits on a platform while various robotic arms carve and cut the metal, first into a circle and then into a ring by meticulously cutting out an area in the middle. The cutting arms leave teeth at carefully measured points. Naomi explains that the teeth of every band are custom designed to conform to the sensitive areas of the individual penis. Such is determined by extensive scanning and testing. I stand in awe as the band is fabricated for the Danish lad. Yes. The teeth are sharp and long and I cringe at the thought of a male attempting to achieve an erection while wearing such a diabolical implement.

The last stage is for the machine to carve furrows and rows into the inside circumference. A curious last step, but I will soon learn of its utility.

When the process is completed, Naomi opens the clear plastic door and retrieves the newly crafted penal ornament. She carefully wraps it in gauze, places it in a plastic bag and drops it into her pocket.

The other machine is similar in size. It is also a computer controlled device and is used to shape the hideous rubber phalli which Salina so effectively uses to amuse her charges. It stands silent.

“It also makes butt plugs for the ponies and farm beasts,” offers Naomi.

“We’re very careful here to properly stimulate the prostate glands. That’s important in chaste males,” adds Lady Constance.

Naomi next leads us to the end of the long hallway, opens one side of a double door and we step into a large room. There, hanging in their harnesses, are five of the six males, which were so prominently displayed during lunch. Each young male is suspended from a metal frame, which is on wheels. They are hooded. Two are thrashing somewhat, the remainder hang restfully. A feeding tube has been inserted into the mouths of all five. Plastic bags providing nourishment and whatever else Dr. Helga prescribes hang above, siphoning liquid to the tubes and stomachs of her new patients.

When I look to the midsection of the male hanging nearest, his newly acquired band shines under the fluorescent lights. In place of the foreskin, which Dr. Helga and Lady Constance so closely examined earlier, is this devious metal device. My eyes move upward to the chest. A badge encircles his nipples as worn by every male on the island. It’s been attached by way of deep penetrations under the areola.

“They’ll heal here for a week or two. The harnesses are actually very comfortable and provide easy access to their entire body. It is also affords an opportunity to re-enforce bladder control during their stay. Very important for the submissive psyche. They learn that all bodily functions are to be controlled.”

I turn to a smiling Lady Constance. She is gazing at her new charges with a confident look of approval and self-satisfaction. Her face reflects a certain degree of pride, like that of a horse breeder looking at a new foal.

The Danish lad awaits, otherwise I believe Lady Constance would spend the remainder of the day somewhat mesmerized by the naked suspended males and their newly altered phalli. We step out and Naomi leads us back toward the reception area then through a doorway. A wide ramp takes us downward.

“Great grandfather spent a good deal of money blasting through the coral to construct this set of rooms. There are no other basements in any building on the island because it is so difficult to dig here. But he felt it was essential to have at least one area where medical procedures could be performed in an emergency situation with absolutely no interference from tropical storms. And with the proximity to the dock, it can be used as a staging area for evacuation, if necessary.”

We arrive at the basement. It is deep, cool and cavernous. Supplies are piled up, presumably for emergencies. A silent diesel generator sits in one corner. The eerie space is not only free of activity but also devoid of signs that any activity has or will occur. At the far end is a door with a red light shining above and Naomi guides us toward it. She knocks then opens and the glare of mercury vapor lamps floods the area providing a sudden contrast akin to night versus day.

I shield my eyes and follow Lady Constance and Naomi into a tiled, well lit and antiseptic room. There stand Dr. Reinhold and Jasmine before the harnessed and suspended Danish lad. He is incredibly erect as Dr. Helga has suggested and for the procedure the wicked duo have removed his hood. His thatch of thick blond hair seems to glow in the lights, and his blue Scandinavian eyes are engrossed with the actions of his tormenters. His nipples have already been pierced and the circular badges adorn his chest.

“Welcome, Doctor. The timing couldn’t be better.”

As Dr. Helga speaks, Naomi hands her the newly crafted band. The bag is opened by the Doctor’s

latex, gloved hands and she holds the newly crafted implement next to the bulbous, purple head of the Danish lad’s penis. Physics would dictate that there was no way that such a small diameter ring could be slipped over such a large cylinder of flesh. But alas, I remind myself that the sophisticated scanning device and the computer milling machine eliminate all human error.

“As you can see, this one seems to enjoy his nipple shields. He’s been erect from the time we attached them.”

Dr. Helga nods to Jasmine who acknowledges with a smile. The large black nurse wordlessly slaps the very tip of the erection with a knowing swing of her hand. The Danish lad yelps and his erection instantly subsides. Jasmine pauses until it is completely flaccid then pulls it straight out by the foreskin. Again, Doctor and nurse glance at each other. Then Jasmine picks up a scalpel and quickly incises the foreskin from the tip toward the base. Top. Bottom. Left. Right.

The young male howls and thrashes about in his harness. But this observer realizes what he does not. The medical team of Dr. Helga and Jasmine have obviously performed this procedure many times and on bigger stronger males then him. Thus his struggles are futile and as he moves about in his harness Jasmine pushes back the newly freed skin and Dr. Helga slides the band over the frenulum which was previously covered by the cut foreskin. It is a tight fit. She examines closely. Her experienced and skilled fingers ensure that the loosened foreskin is entrapped under the band. After a pause Dr. Helga unsuccessfully attempts to twist and slide it about to test its sizing. It’s perfect as can be expected. Jasmine dabs away a small amount of blood.

It is apparent that as the incisions heal, the incised foreskin will attach itself to the porous inside surface of the band. I suppose there can be some way for a surgeon to remove it someday, but I cannot imagine how, or how much of the appendage would be left when done or how much sensitivity would remain should reversal indeed be possible.

And so I finally understand the banding procedure and its pernicious effect on male potency. In a simple and quick procedure, banded males cede their ability to achieve tumescence to the divine and dominant Lady Constance through her wickedly deviant conspirators, Jasmine and Dr. Helga. For his remaining life, the Danish lad will feel utter sexual frustration. The building of hormones, the urge of the penis to tumefy, the desire to masturbate or copulate, will fill him with unfulfilled desire. And all with a stern, authoritative female standing over him, deciding when and how, if ever, he will be permitted to spill his seed in some humiliating act of debasement.

The Danish lad calms from his reaction to the trauma. We all watch in silence. Me with insatiable curiosity. Jasmine, Dr. Helga, and Lady Constance with a sense of finality in completing a job well done. Naomi with her typical Bagandan disdain and callousness concerning the male. For her, it is just another day of work.

Finally Naomi steps forward, bends and adjusts a lever on the metal frame holding the harness. Her action unlocks the wheels and Naomi begins pushing the frame with her patient attached out of the operating room. Jasmine assists by pulling the frame and the trio exit.

“I insisted that the hoods be removed for the banding. I want every one of my males to watch and fully understand that he has been altered by the hands of females. It is a fitting beginning to a long stay on Constancia. Something they never forget. Mental subjugation is as important as physical.”