quesecotil
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- Nov 3, 2003
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Despite all of my rage I am still just a rat in a cage.
Subject TK-77-473, or 433 for short, peered out from her home within the confines of the cage. The floor of the environment was coarse sand, warmed with a heat lamp used to alternate a realistic day and night cycle in this laboratory environment. She stood just inside of the wooden beach hut that she was afforded to live in, though there were no doors for privacy. It stood at twice her height and consisted of a single room of square proportions. Mass manufactured and built to scale. The other items in the cage consisted of a pool of water inside a ceramic bowl that was slightly sunken into the sand, a climbing frame and some outdoors exercise equipment. The pool was used for washing, her hydration came from a water bottle attached with cable ties to the outside of the bars.
Most frustrating of all was that she had no alternative than to drink from the bottle, even when she watched one of the scientists pippet something into the water. The water in the bowl had a chemical added to it which made subjects violently ill if they drank from it. It wasn’t something they tended to do more than once, as it was excruciating as well as debilitating. She peered with a sense of intense trepidation at the water bottle all the same, knowing full well that something had been dropped in earlier that morning. Every day for the last two weeks something had been dropped in, and Subject 433 could feel her skin growing more and more sensitive with each drink of water.
It began with the sensation of the sand on her bare feet. Before the dosing the artificially warmed sand had felt pleasant, but now the slightest shifting of the grains would cause her to squeal and hop back and forth. Making a simple trek across the cage was now akin to torture. Little did she know it was only just beginning.
433 had never known the sensation of wearing clothing, instead absorbing warmth from the artificially controlled environment, which allowed her mostly hairless skin to remain comfortable. Her body was slight and well toned, as a result of having little to alleviate boredom other than watching outside of the cage and using the exercise equipment. This, combined with the strict diet of food pellets given once daily, ensured that she was in good physical condition. Her naturally straight platinum blonde hair cascaded to the middle of her back and her pale grey eyes fixated upon the water bottle, occasionally darting back and forth to ensure no scientists were paying attention to her cage.
A surge of movement, and in three long hops she was over to the edge of her confinement. Hopping up and placing her feet to the bars, she grasped the tip of the water bottle in both hands and pressed her lips to the cohesive droplet dribbling from the end. 433 drank deeply, satiating her thirst kept her occupied long enough for a scientist to come to her cage from the far side and unclip the fastening, reaching a grasping hand inside. She spotted the hand all too late.squirming to hold on to the bars as a final act of defiance before her whole torso was enveloped in the palm of her captor’s hand and she was lifted out of the enclosure.
Within a few moments they were at the other end of the laboratory, 433 had gone past numbered cages just like her own in rack after rack stretching endlessly down the long corridors. She was set down onto a metal table, which looked to be the length of a football field from her perspective. It was painfully cold on her bare skin, but she had a feeling that it wouldn’t be for long.
The scientist took some metal wiring and proceeded to snip off four small lengths of it. With minimal fuss they picked up 433 by every limb in turn and securely wound the wire around each wrist and ankle individually. She was far too weak and small to resist, and similarly she had no chance of unwinding the wire for the same reasons. Being placed back onto the table, her wrists and ankles adhered to the now clearly magnetic surface.
“What are you going to do to me?” She cried out indignantly, but the scientist didn’t even answer her. Instead he picked up a tablet computer and typed a number of things into it.
As this was happening 433 tested her bonds and found that she was completely stuck with no hope of moving any of her limbs from where they had fallen. She could raise her hips and shoulders, but her ankles and wrists weren’t going anywhere. The scientist moved a box closer to 433 and moved a magnifying glass over that was hooked to the edge of the table. He reached into the box and took out a pair of metal tweezers, pinching them together a few times before lowering them towards his captive.
“No! Please! Don’t!” 433 cried out again, unable to do anything about her predicament.
Expecting the tweezers to do something vicious, cruel or painful, she had to watch as they pinched the metal wire wrapped around her ankle and stretched until her leg was fully extended. He did the same with her other leg until her bare soles were bound side by side, heels resting together. Both wrists followed until her arms were above her head in a similar position to her legs.
The tweezers went back into the box and out came a simple cotton swab, the tip of which was roughly the shape of her palm. As she lay there wondering what was about to happen, the scientist pressed a button on the tablet and began to speak in his booming voice.
“The subject has displayed an increase in sensitivity of the epidermis from the solution administered over the last seven days. I will now begin to examine how much more sensitive this has made the subject.”
She blinked in surprise, a silly expression plastered on her face as the scientist pressed the tablet a few more times and lights appeared on the surface of the table all around her. She couldn’t see this, but it was now displaying a number of vital measurements relating to the poor creature restrained on the table.
Without another word, the tickling began. The cotton swab swept deftly up and down the soles of Subject 433’s feet. The muscles in her thighs tightened as she struggled to pull her ticklish foot bottoms away from the maddening sensation. She laughed and tossed her platinum blonde hair as she struggled fruitlessly. The magnets were too powerful and 433 was effectively helpless and could only laugh and plead. And plead she did.
“Pleee-hee-hee-ase! Please don’t!”
She squealed and squirmed and struggled, the cotton swab having its way with her. The scientist was not a particularly varied tickler and instead seemed to be trying his best to maintain the strokes at a pace and location that was consistent. All the while he was studying the various metrics and displays around his captive subject, and ignored everything she said in her tiny voice.
“It seems that there has been a 43% increase in sensitivity using this particular implement, against the baseline measurements.”
“Stop! I can’t take this!” She hollered, bouncing her hips up and down on the metal table repeatedly.
“Moving on to the next implement.” He said, pressing a button and swapping for the next implement in the box.
This time it was a soft feather that was about as tall as 433 herself was. She shook her head vigorously when she saw it and began struggling before it even touched her body. The scientist swept the plume up and down the length of her body. It began at her neckline, down over her chest and bare breasts, catching her underarms as it went. It continued over her abdomen, with the soft fibres slipping into her navel. Down further over her hips and vagina, down her thighs, down her knees, over her shins and ankles and finishing on the tops of her feet. Each stroke began anew almost as soon as the previous one had ended.
By now, 433 was suffering intensely from the tickling she was receiving. Having been unable to withstand having her soles tickled with a simple cotton implement, this whole body continuous stimulation was too much. Even as the feather caressed her more intimate areas, the arousal did little to quell the sensations. If anything, it made them more intense in feeling, though allowed her mind an outlet of something else to focus on.
“Mmm oh… no-ho-ho-ho! Pleee-heeeese!” Her voice was growing hoarse by this point in the experiment.
“There has been a 66% increase in sensitivity with this tool, mostly focused in the breasts and… ahem… hip areas.”
The feather was lifting away from her body and 433 thought that meant this particular torment was over, but suddenly the very tip of the feather swished across the soles of her feet and tormented between her tiny toes. Three quick swishes, eliciting peals of laughter with each one, and that was that. The feather went into the box again. She couldn’t help but think that movement was perhaps not part of the experiment and instead was for the scientist’s own amusement.
“Entering the automated phase of the experiment. Commencing sensory overrides.” He pressed a button on the tablet and 433 was instantly cast into darkness.
“Wh-what have you done?” She shouted, frightened by the sudden blindness which had overtaken her.
Her sudden inability to see was caused by the table again. Her eyes were still there, still uncovered, and still actually entirely capable of seeing. The only change was a simple filter had been applied on her ocular nerve, preventing the information from flowing to her brain.
“Ocular filter applied. Commencing automation.”
Though 433 could not see what was happening, she could hear a mechanical whirring sound. Something clicked into place and then the sound of energy transfer began. She lay perfectly still, crooking her head to the side to try and point one ear towards the source of the noise, brain working overtime to decipher what was going on. She did not need to wait long to find out. With the sound of energy transfer complete, the sound changed to one of energy discharge.
A small laser streamed from a device which now sat above Subject 433. The red beam made contact with her underarm and she shrieked in ticklish abandon, squirming to get away. The laser followed to ensure pinpoint accuracy right into her underarm. 433 simply began to scream and her tight muscles rippled in the strain of trying to move. She desperately wanted to cover herself up, to curl into a fetal position and to cry out that she submitted, but her submission was neither necessary nor the goal of the experiment.
The scientist remained to watch as the laser worked all over Subject 433’s body, the precisely calibrated equipment capturing an enormous amount of data as each moment passed. The sensitivity enhancing drug would soon be ready for market, he mused to himself, noting that the metrics had reached over 100% increased sensitivity in some areas. Once every single millimeter of her body had been scoped, catalogued and filed, only then was she released from the magnetic bondage. 433 merely gasped, lying completely still as the scientist used the tweezers to carefully remove each of the wires wrapped around her limbs.
A few final records were taken. She was measured, weighed and poked and prodded a little. By this point she was despondent and compliant, allowing this to happen. Her body was picked up, cradled slightly and taken back to the confinement of her cage. As she was dropped gently onto the warm sand, she sank down into it and embraced the warmth compared with the chill of the metal table.
“Well done.”
The scientist’s voice boomed as he secured her door in place and began replacing the water bottle. It was the first time he had spoken directly to Subject 433 and it caused her to look up at him from her vantage in the sand with a quirked brow. This particular experiment was over, but indignity welled up within as she wondered what test tomorrow would bring.
After all, despite all of her rage she was still just a rat in a cage.
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This was done as part of HomunculusLover's May Madness, over on Deviantart.
If you are interested in more of my work, find it here: https://www.deviantart.com/fullmetalky
Subject TK-77-473, or 433 for short, peered out from her home within the confines of the cage. The floor of the environment was coarse sand, warmed with a heat lamp used to alternate a realistic day and night cycle in this laboratory environment. She stood just inside of the wooden beach hut that she was afforded to live in, though there were no doors for privacy. It stood at twice her height and consisted of a single room of square proportions. Mass manufactured and built to scale. The other items in the cage consisted of a pool of water inside a ceramic bowl that was slightly sunken into the sand, a climbing frame and some outdoors exercise equipment. The pool was used for washing, her hydration came from a water bottle attached with cable ties to the outside of the bars.
Most frustrating of all was that she had no alternative than to drink from the bottle, even when she watched one of the scientists pippet something into the water. The water in the bowl had a chemical added to it which made subjects violently ill if they drank from it. It wasn’t something they tended to do more than once, as it was excruciating as well as debilitating. She peered with a sense of intense trepidation at the water bottle all the same, knowing full well that something had been dropped in earlier that morning. Every day for the last two weeks something had been dropped in, and Subject 433 could feel her skin growing more and more sensitive with each drink of water.
It began with the sensation of the sand on her bare feet. Before the dosing the artificially warmed sand had felt pleasant, but now the slightest shifting of the grains would cause her to squeal and hop back and forth. Making a simple trek across the cage was now akin to torture. Little did she know it was only just beginning.
433 had never known the sensation of wearing clothing, instead absorbing warmth from the artificially controlled environment, which allowed her mostly hairless skin to remain comfortable. Her body was slight and well toned, as a result of having little to alleviate boredom other than watching outside of the cage and using the exercise equipment. This, combined with the strict diet of food pellets given once daily, ensured that she was in good physical condition. Her naturally straight platinum blonde hair cascaded to the middle of her back and her pale grey eyes fixated upon the water bottle, occasionally darting back and forth to ensure no scientists were paying attention to her cage.
A surge of movement, and in three long hops she was over to the edge of her confinement. Hopping up and placing her feet to the bars, she grasped the tip of the water bottle in both hands and pressed her lips to the cohesive droplet dribbling from the end. 433 drank deeply, satiating her thirst kept her occupied long enough for a scientist to come to her cage from the far side and unclip the fastening, reaching a grasping hand inside. She spotted the hand all too late.squirming to hold on to the bars as a final act of defiance before her whole torso was enveloped in the palm of her captor’s hand and she was lifted out of the enclosure.
Within a few moments they were at the other end of the laboratory, 433 had gone past numbered cages just like her own in rack after rack stretching endlessly down the long corridors. She was set down onto a metal table, which looked to be the length of a football field from her perspective. It was painfully cold on her bare skin, but she had a feeling that it wouldn’t be for long.
The scientist took some metal wiring and proceeded to snip off four small lengths of it. With minimal fuss they picked up 433 by every limb in turn and securely wound the wire around each wrist and ankle individually. She was far too weak and small to resist, and similarly she had no chance of unwinding the wire for the same reasons. Being placed back onto the table, her wrists and ankles adhered to the now clearly magnetic surface.
“What are you going to do to me?” She cried out indignantly, but the scientist didn’t even answer her. Instead he picked up a tablet computer and typed a number of things into it.
As this was happening 433 tested her bonds and found that she was completely stuck with no hope of moving any of her limbs from where they had fallen. She could raise her hips and shoulders, but her ankles and wrists weren’t going anywhere. The scientist moved a box closer to 433 and moved a magnifying glass over that was hooked to the edge of the table. He reached into the box and took out a pair of metal tweezers, pinching them together a few times before lowering them towards his captive.
“No! Please! Don’t!” 433 cried out again, unable to do anything about her predicament.
Expecting the tweezers to do something vicious, cruel or painful, she had to watch as they pinched the metal wire wrapped around her ankle and stretched until her leg was fully extended. He did the same with her other leg until her bare soles were bound side by side, heels resting together. Both wrists followed until her arms were above her head in a similar position to her legs.
The tweezers went back into the box and out came a simple cotton swab, the tip of which was roughly the shape of her palm. As she lay there wondering what was about to happen, the scientist pressed a button on the tablet and began to speak in his booming voice.
“The subject has displayed an increase in sensitivity of the epidermis from the solution administered over the last seven days. I will now begin to examine how much more sensitive this has made the subject.”
She blinked in surprise, a silly expression plastered on her face as the scientist pressed the tablet a few more times and lights appeared on the surface of the table all around her. She couldn’t see this, but it was now displaying a number of vital measurements relating to the poor creature restrained on the table.
Without another word, the tickling began. The cotton swab swept deftly up and down the soles of Subject 433’s feet. The muscles in her thighs tightened as she struggled to pull her ticklish foot bottoms away from the maddening sensation. She laughed and tossed her platinum blonde hair as she struggled fruitlessly. The magnets were too powerful and 433 was effectively helpless and could only laugh and plead. And plead she did.
“Pleee-hee-hee-ase! Please don’t!”
She squealed and squirmed and struggled, the cotton swab having its way with her. The scientist was not a particularly varied tickler and instead seemed to be trying his best to maintain the strokes at a pace and location that was consistent. All the while he was studying the various metrics and displays around his captive subject, and ignored everything she said in her tiny voice.
“It seems that there has been a 43% increase in sensitivity using this particular implement, against the baseline measurements.”
“Stop! I can’t take this!” She hollered, bouncing her hips up and down on the metal table repeatedly.
“Moving on to the next implement.” He said, pressing a button and swapping for the next implement in the box.
This time it was a soft feather that was about as tall as 433 herself was. She shook her head vigorously when she saw it and began struggling before it even touched her body. The scientist swept the plume up and down the length of her body. It began at her neckline, down over her chest and bare breasts, catching her underarms as it went. It continued over her abdomen, with the soft fibres slipping into her navel. Down further over her hips and vagina, down her thighs, down her knees, over her shins and ankles and finishing on the tops of her feet. Each stroke began anew almost as soon as the previous one had ended.
By now, 433 was suffering intensely from the tickling she was receiving. Having been unable to withstand having her soles tickled with a simple cotton implement, this whole body continuous stimulation was too much. Even as the feather caressed her more intimate areas, the arousal did little to quell the sensations. If anything, it made them more intense in feeling, though allowed her mind an outlet of something else to focus on.
“Mmm oh… no-ho-ho-ho! Pleee-heeeese!” Her voice was growing hoarse by this point in the experiment.
“There has been a 66% increase in sensitivity with this tool, mostly focused in the breasts and… ahem… hip areas.”
The feather was lifting away from her body and 433 thought that meant this particular torment was over, but suddenly the very tip of the feather swished across the soles of her feet and tormented between her tiny toes. Three quick swishes, eliciting peals of laughter with each one, and that was that. The feather went into the box again. She couldn’t help but think that movement was perhaps not part of the experiment and instead was for the scientist’s own amusement.
“Entering the automated phase of the experiment. Commencing sensory overrides.” He pressed a button on the tablet and 433 was instantly cast into darkness.
“Wh-what have you done?” She shouted, frightened by the sudden blindness which had overtaken her.
Her sudden inability to see was caused by the table again. Her eyes were still there, still uncovered, and still actually entirely capable of seeing. The only change was a simple filter had been applied on her ocular nerve, preventing the information from flowing to her brain.
“Ocular filter applied. Commencing automation.”
Though 433 could not see what was happening, she could hear a mechanical whirring sound. Something clicked into place and then the sound of energy transfer began. She lay perfectly still, crooking her head to the side to try and point one ear towards the source of the noise, brain working overtime to decipher what was going on. She did not need to wait long to find out. With the sound of energy transfer complete, the sound changed to one of energy discharge.
A small laser streamed from a device which now sat above Subject 433. The red beam made contact with her underarm and she shrieked in ticklish abandon, squirming to get away. The laser followed to ensure pinpoint accuracy right into her underarm. 433 simply began to scream and her tight muscles rippled in the strain of trying to move. She desperately wanted to cover herself up, to curl into a fetal position and to cry out that she submitted, but her submission was neither necessary nor the goal of the experiment.
The scientist remained to watch as the laser worked all over Subject 433’s body, the precisely calibrated equipment capturing an enormous amount of data as each moment passed. The sensitivity enhancing drug would soon be ready for market, he mused to himself, noting that the metrics had reached over 100% increased sensitivity in some areas. Once every single millimeter of her body had been scoped, catalogued and filed, only then was she released from the magnetic bondage. 433 merely gasped, lying completely still as the scientist used the tweezers to carefully remove each of the wires wrapped around her limbs.
A few final records were taken. She was measured, weighed and poked and prodded a little. By this point she was despondent and compliant, allowing this to happen. Her body was picked up, cradled slightly and taken back to the confinement of her cage. As she was dropped gently onto the warm sand, she sank down into it and embraced the warmth compared with the chill of the metal table.
“Well done.”
The scientist’s voice boomed as he secured her door in place and began replacing the water bottle. It was the first time he had spoken directly to Subject 433 and it caused her to look up at him from her vantage in the sand with a quirked brow. This particular experiment was over, but indignity welled up within as she wondered what test tomorrow would bring.
After all, despite all of her rage she was still just a rat in a cage.
----------
This was done as part of HomunculusLover's May Madness, over on Deviantart.
If you are interested in more of my work, find it here: https://www.deviantart.com/fullmetalky
