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I wake up disoriented, not knowing where I am, or how I got here. It certainly doesn’t feel like my bed. The sheets are softer and the blanket is impossibly fluffy.
Unfortunately thats where all the positives ended.
I hear the door open and suddenly the lights are on.
My eyes instantly burn and I shut them as I bring my hands up to rub my eyes… or at least I try to.
My hands won’t move, and I realize they are strapped to the bed.
I panic, and try to move my feet. No luck.
The only thing I can move is my head, and I turn it to the side as I slowly open my eyes, squinting to see three, what look like doctors, approaching me in an all white room.
“Where am I? What’s going on? Why am I tied up?” I ask, my voice becoming more pleading and panicked by the question.
My eyes fully adjust and I see that two of the doctors are male, and one is female.
They all ignore me as one tugs the soft blanket off me.
Skin. Everywhere.
I’m fully naked.
Goosebumps break out across my skin. I have straps for my legs and hands, and thats all. No clothing in sight. What panics me more is that I’m fully waxed. When did that happen?
I’m full on hyperventilating as two doctors hold my wrists down while the other one unstraps my hands. I try to shake free of their hold, but it’s useless. They’re far stronger than me. One by one, they shift my arms above my head, strapping them up there instead. They then move to my feet, unstrapping them and pulling my legs apart.
Thats when I start screaming.
“No. No, no, no, NO, NO, PLEASE, NO.”
Silent tears run down my face as they strap my legs apart, my bare pussy feeling the cool air of the room.
They stay indifferent through the whole process and I again wonder where the fuck I even am. Who are these people? How did I get here? I don’t remember anything. I need answers.
Lastly, they roll the bed to the middle of the room and drag in two carts. One with some sort of medical equipment and one with shit that definitely does not belong in a doctor’s office.
Finally, they leave. For a few moments I’m left to my spiraling thoughts, clueless and fearful of what is going to happen to me.
Every time I try to remember the events that led up to this, my head hurts. Eventually I have a raging headache and give up. It doesn’t matter how I got here. What’s more important is surviving what’s about to happen be done to me and escaping.
With that mindset, I take deep breaths and try to slow my heart rate. I feel my headache start to abate.
A few minutes later, the door opens. Another doctor walks in, but somehow this one seems more professional. Like the three people earlier were just nurses. And this time, he acknowledges me with a beautiful smile.
“Hello. I’m sure you’re very confused right now. Where you are, how you got here, all that.” He raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me in question and I give him a small nod. At least he’s speaking to me?
“Yes. Well, here’s the thing. You have been carefully selected for testing our very new sex product.” He taps the cart with the medical equipment and I frown in confusion. He continues, undeterred. “We are currently in the process of experimenting with electricity as a form of sexual stimulation. After careful examination, we have deemed you as a perfect candidate to test out our latest model because you have exhibited tendencies that have revealed to us that you may be receptive to such stimulation.”
I open my mouth to ask the obvious question but he holds a finger up, signaling for me to stop. “We have been watching you, you see. We select candidates at random and observe them for a while to see if they could be a potential fit to be a part of our testing processes. While you have never been electro-stimulated in the past, your sexual desires, as observed during your private moments, have made it clear that you will respond positively to it. We are not here to harm you, however our products are made for very… selective clientele, and therefore it is not easy to find willing subjects that want to participate in the testing for free. It is very costly to make such products, and they are not exactly mass producible, since our target market is very small.”
What the fuck have I gotten myself into. They fucking stalked me while I masturbated!? I never thought to close my curtains since I live in a penthouse but now I regret it, because apparently these pervs have been watching me, and from that they somehow think I may be into this shit?
“Listen, this has to be some kind of misunderstanding. I don’t think I can give you what you’re asking for. Also I didn’t consent to this.” At least I don’t think I did. “Why can’t I remember anything?”
“So many doubts. Well I suppose that is normal. Unfortunately I cannot drug you because that would disrupt the results we are trying to find today.” I don’t know whether to be panicked or relieved, so I find myself between a weird combination of both.
“To answer you, this is not a misunderstanding. We chose you for a reason. By now you may have come to the obvious conclusion that what we are doing here is not legal, therefore your consent is unnecessary, and frankly, irrelevant. Lastly, we have given you a carefully curated drug that targets and eliminates your episodic memories, which is why you cannot ‘remember anything’, as you have stated.”
Suddenly, he claps his hands together. The large noise jolts me, and he smiles. Sick fuck. “Now, let me lay down a few ground rules. You may not speak during our tests, unless I directly answer you a question. You may moan, scream, cry, curse, and express your emotions in whatever way feels natural. You will be rewarded for good behavior and adherence to these rules, and you will be punished for insubordination. Nod if you understand.”
I’m frozen in fear and the realization that this is really my reality. I’m being forced to participate in their sick experimentation with no idea what fucked up things they’ll do to me if I refuse.
After a moment he takes a menacing step forward and slowly repeats, “nod if you understand.”
I nod my head rapidly and his expression immediately lightens. I let out a breath in relief. All I have to do is keep him happy, right? How hard can it be?
“Great. Let’s get started.”
With that he heads over to the medical cart and opens up an alcohol wipe. He turns to me and starts wiping my skin in specific areas. I flinch at the cold touch as he cleans areas under my navel and my upper thighs. Once he’s finished he picks up a small white rounded square with a wire attached to it. Electrodes, I realize, following the wire to where it is connected to a small rectangular box with a screen, dial, and buttons.
My breathing comes faster as he peels off the backings of the electrodes and sticks them to the sensitive areas around the front of my hip, below my navel, and my upper inner thighs, so close to my most sensitive area.
I suddenly become aware that I feel wetness there and realize that I’m actually getting wet. I have no idea how, or why, but something about this, or him, or him doing this to me, is turning me on. I fight the urge to shift and alert him to this development, but he has eyes, and my pussy is spread wide open. He knows.
He finishes and steps back, admiring his handiwork. Rubbing his hands together, he looks me in the eyes and grins.
“Now the real fun begins.”
I close my eyes for a moment, then open them. I want to see what’s being done to me. I can’t hide from it. I don’t want to hide from it, is what I don’t admit to myself.
He clicks a button from the pocket of his lab coat, and a camera lowers out of the god damned ceiling. Of course, he’s going to record this. Hopefully I actually die from humiliation. He clicks another button and a red light starts beeping.
“Subject 52, first-time subject, testing electro-stimulation TENS unit version 4.0. Subject has an elevated heart rate, and appears to be aroused at her current situation, as can be seen by the arousal fluid leaking from her engorged vagina.”
I blush at his crude descriptions, shifting uncomfortably as the recording device moves on its own to observe me from various angles. I have no doubt that someone is behind that screen controlling the device and watching my every movement.
“I will now commence with physical stimulation to prepare the subject for electro-stimulation.”
The doctor starts from my feet, grazing and pinching and massaging my skin with his hands in a methodical fashion, carefully watching for my reactions, trying to find out where my sensitive spots are. Right now I’m so fucking turned on that I can’t hide my reactions. Apparently I have a doctor kink.
I gasp and squirm as he makes his way up my body, feeling my legs, thighs, skipping my soaked vagina and moving to my hips, pressing down on my lower abdomen and watching as I squirm, moving further up, palming my breasts, pinching my nipples, causing my back to arch and my pussy to clench, grazing his fingers down my shoulders, pressing his hands firmly on my armpits, causing my toes to curl and a soft moan to escape my mouth, pinching my hands in certain spots that have my head tilting back in pleasure, lastly he reaches my neck, grazing his hands across it, then lightly choking me for a few seconds before moving to my lips, running his tongue across them, then moving his fingers to my ears, touching them, pressing and pinching and then his hands leave my body. He steps back and gazes down at me. I breathe out heavily and feel my arousal dripping out of me. My nipples are rock hard and every part of my body feels alive.
“Erogenous zone test complete,” the doctor states. “Subject is highly aroused, and deemed ready to receive electro-stimulation. I will commence now.”
The doctor reaches towards the cart filled with sex toys and lifts up a long, thick dildo with a wire protruding from the end and leading to somewhere else on the cart. My eyes widen in shock. Without preamble, he inserts the device into my vagina. The fit is tight, but it enters smooth enough, thanks to me being embarrassingly wet. He pushes it once, and it starts vibrating. I moan slowly, but soon realize that this isn’t nearly enough to finish me. Just the perfect speed to torture me eternally. I almost cry. Almost.
The doctor then walks to the medical cart and picks up the TENS unit. “I’m going to start shocking you now,” he informs me. “The dildo inside you will record your clenches around it. If you behave, you will be allowed to cum.”
He switches the dial up and clicks a button. I flinch and jerk my hips up at the sensation as my most sensitive spots are attacked all at once. The tiny shock doesn’t hurt, just tingles. I calm my breathing. I can handle this.
He shocks me again, and I flinch. He nods, satisfied, and presses another button. The shocks come in succession now, around three seconds apart. I flinch and squirm and buck my hips as I try to generate friction, clenching my pussy hard around the vibrating dildo. The doctor turns up the dial and the shocks increase in strength. I tug on my arm restraints, moaning and panting.
After a minute he turns up the dial again. “AH, fuck,” I curse. My back arches from the bed, and I pull on my hand and feet restraints, squeezing and pulling, to no avail. I’m so wet I know I’ve created a wet spot in the bed, and the dildo continues vibrating at its torturously slow pace. He increase the dial again and tears stream down my face. “No, no,” I moan loudly. “Please, fuck, I can’t take this. I have to cum.” He remains impassive and turns up the dial again. I scream in pain each time the jolt hits me.
Just as I think I can’t handle the pain and it starts shifting away from pleasure, the doctor pushes on the dildo again, increasing the speed. I writhe on the table at the onslaught of stimulation on and around my pussy. I groan, beg, moan, scream, and cry. The pleasure building and building but finding no release.
He presses the dildo a final time, and I instantly feel my orgasm building. It crashes into me. I cry out as the vibrator and electro device stimulate me mercilessly, drawing out my orgasm as I moan and tug on my restraints, back arching and pussy clenching as the best orgasm I’ve ever had comes at me in waves. Just as I’m about to come down, the doctor presses his cold, glove covered hands to my clit, rubbing me until I cry. “Stop, STOP, PLEASE, I can’t take any more.”
I sob as he rubs faster and my pussy spasms again as another orgasm is wrung out of me. I cry and flinch as he presses his palm against my clit as I ride out the orgasm and slowly come down from the high.
Suddenly, he removes his hand, turns off the unit, and pulls out the dildo. I lay there, gasping for air, hair stuck to my face, sweat covering every inch of my body. My body continues to flinch from the aftershocks of the mind numbing orgasms and electro-stimulation.
“Subject 52 has responded positively to electro-stimulation TENS unit 4.0. Experiment concluded. The doctor presses a button from his pocket and the red dot disappears. Another click and the camera returns to the ceiling.
“You were perfect. Thank you for your cooperation. As a reward, you will be able to choose from a variety of different devices to be tested on for your next session. Rest up.”
The doctor smiles and winks at me before exiting the room.
The feeling within me takes a moment to place, but either I’m still in post-orgasmic heaven or I’ve completely lost my mind because what I feel is… anticipation.
What. The. Actual. Fuck!?