mch5
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- Mar 9, 2012
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Part 1/Introduction
The Word.
F6 woke up to a view of metal. The knives. For a split second she felt terrified, terrified and a little bit relieved. But it was only for a split second, because then she remembered where she was. You see, the knives cart is always there, but it only used once every couple of months or so. Just for shaving and not today.
She was in the center of a dark hall, she knew this place quite well. White light projected above her and surrounded by a few columns holding cameras and additional light sources, which was now off. Like a bad theater set, she thought.
She felt a bit of cool air on her armpits. The way she was tied, how couldn't she. Naked and stuck with her hands behind her neck, legs straight and apart in 90 degrees, and a semi-sitting pose, she could be mistaken for a lazy and shamelessly sun-bathing on the beach. If only there weren't the P.AirStraps™ that was holding her so tight on the Restor™. Tight but not tight enough to hurt, "Nooooo they wouldn't allow that, won't they?".
Even her feet were immobilized, some kind of a foam was covering their back side, and her toes were separated by a thin plastic material. Yes, she knew what was coming. Fear and desperation dripped inside her, as if by an ivy to her veins.
Her breathing was a little faster now, she noticed the little bulge that was her belly trying to "hide" a little with every breath she took and coming up again, when she exhaled. She wasn’t fat, no-one considered her fat by any means. She wasn't too skinny, either. The "youngsters" here would call her "the usual MILF".
But, anyway, she didn’t like that “bulge”. Ofcourse she was ignoring the fact that this, half-sitting-half-bend, position they strapped her in, is meant to emphasize that "disgusting bulge" of her, so they could watch it while she trembled with laughter.
It was all automated, programmed, but monitored by some operator nearby. She knew all the how's and what's, she operated it all herself, on other subjects, many times. But now it was her turn, her time. Something she had to endure every now and then. But even at her rank and position which had such a low frequency of "treatments" (comparing to other subjects, anyway), and even after two years… she would never get used to this.
Status led 2 (SL2), came on. It ment the cameras were activated and started recording. SL1 was already on when she woke up, it was the medical monitoring indicator. It won't be long until SL3 and SL4 will light up, and her ordeal will start.
Her body tensed when suddenly she heard a metallic "Screeching" sound. Someone dragged a stool, but it wasn't for her, as it seems, no one came. She knew the cameras were watching her. Her feet, her armpits quite shaved clean armpits, her C size breasts, her not-perfectly-flat belly, her face and between he spread legs, where it was also shaved not long ago. Her dark long hair arranged in a loose knot, gave her the look of common housewife. The blank soft face that soon change into panic, half "smiles" and eventually, desperate laughter.
SL3. An unmoving 3 fingered hand touched the base of each of her soles. Two such "hands" came from beneath and was almost touching her sides, and another pair, came from behind, positioned themselves a few millimeters from her armpits, so close she could actually feel it. A single tear went down her cheek. She stared at the four SLs on the wall in front of her.
She was no longer thinking about her body, her mind raced, she was breathing faster and She felt a little pressure on her Lower abdomen, but it didn't matter, she knew that eventually, probably sooner than later, she'll lose control of her bladder. They all do.
She heard footsteps behind her.
The operator walked into her view, it was J33, she recognized. "So… we'll be adding an hour to your treatment, for punishment." She said, as if they were in a middle of ongoing conversation. F6 started to protest but J33 cut her off "Someone could die!". "But I fixed it! Its safe now… Please!" F6 begged. J33 looked at her, "Tell it to E12, she is sitting in the corner of her room, in shock.", and then she left, back to the shadows, where she came from. F6 tried to follow her gaze but the closed headrest of the Restor™ kept her face straight forward.
Few seconds passed, maybe a minute, and the SL4 came on. Eternity ended and tiny mechanical fingers started to move and wiggle in changing formations, lights intensified all around her for better cameras capture. Pure panic flooded her.
And then she felt the Tickling!
-Fast-Fade-Out-
The Word.
F6 woke up to a view of metal. The knives. For a split second she felt terrified, terrified and a little bit relieved. But it was only for a split second, because then she remembered where she was. You see, the knives cart is always there, but it only used once every couple of months or so. Just for shaving and not today.
She was in the center of a dark hall, she knew this place quite well. White light projected above her and surrounded by a few columns holding cameras and additional light sources, which was now off. Like a bad theater set, she thought.
She felt a bit of cool air on her armpits. The way she was tied, how couldn't she. Naked and stuck with her hands behind her neck, legs straight and apart in 90 degrees, and a semi-sitting pose, she could be mistaken for a lazy and shamelessly sun-bathing on the beach. If only there weren't the P.AirStraps™ that was holding her so tight on the Restor™. Tight but not tight enough to hurt, "Nooooo they wouldn't allow that, won't they?".
Even her feet were immobilized, some kind of a foam was covering their back side, and her toes were separated by a thin plastic material. Yes, she knew what was coming. Fear and desperation dripped inside her, as if by an ivy to her veins.
Her breathing was a little faster now, she noticed the little bulge that was her belly trying to "hide" a little with every breath she took and coming up again, when she exhaled. She wasn’t fat, no-one considered her fat by any means. She wasn't too skinny, either. The "youngsters" here would call her "the usual MILF".
But, anyway, she didn’t like that “bulge”. Ofcourse she was ignoring the fact that this, half-sitting-half-bend, position they strapped her in, is meant to emphasize that "disgusting bulge" of her, so they could watch it while she trembled with laughter.
It was all automated, programmed, but monitored by some operator nearby. She knew all the how's and what's, she operated it all herself, on other subjects, many times. But now it was her turn, her time. Something she had to endure every now and then. But even at her rank and position which had such a low frequency of "treatments" (comparing to other subjects, anyway), and even after two years… she would never get used to this.
Status led 2 (SL2), came on. It ment the cameras were activated and started recording. SL1 was already on when she woke up, it was the medical monitoring indicator. It won't be long until SL3 and SL4 will light up, and her ordeal will start.
Her body tensed when suddenly she heard a metallic "Screeching" sound. Someone dragged a stool, but it wasn't for her, as it seems, no one came. She knew the cameras were watching her. Her feet, her armpits quite shaved clean armpits, her C size breasts, her not-perfectly-flat belly, her face and between he spread legs, where it was also shaved not long ago. Her dark long hair arranged in a loose knot, gave her the look of common housewife. The blank soft face that soon change into panic, half "smiles" and eventually, desperate laughter.
SL3. An unmoving 3 fingered hand touched the base of each of her soles. Two such "hands" came from beneath and was almost touching her sides, and another pair, came from behind, positioned themselves a few millimeters from her armpits, so close she could actually feel it. A single tear went down her cheek. She stared at the four SLs on the wall in front of her.
She was no longer thinking about her body, her mind raced, she was breathing faster and She felt a little pressure on her Lower abdomen, but it didn't matter, she knew that eventually, probably sooner than later, she'll lose control of her bladder. They all do.
She heard footsteps behind her.
The operator walked into her view, it was J33, she recognized. "So… we'll be adding an hour to your treatment, for punishment." She said, as if they were in a middle of ongoing conversation. F6 started to protest but J33 cut her off "Someone could die!". "But I fixed it! Its safe now… Please!" F6 begged. J33 looked at her, "Tell it to E12, she is sitting in the corner of her room, in shock.", and then she left, back to the shadows, where she came from. F6 tried to follow her gaze but the closed headrest of the Restor™ kept her face straight forward.
Few seconds passed, maybe a minute, and the SL4 came on. Eternity ended and tiny mechanical fingers started to move and wiggle in changing formations, lights intensified all around her for better cameras capture. Pure panic flooded her.
And then she felt the Tickling!
-Fast-Fade-Out-
