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Time for the second episode of this long story. It took me some time to go and correct the errors of the translator, so please give me some feedback just to know if it is worthy to spend time on the translation of this story.
Maybe you don't like, or maybe the IA transalated it in afwull way again, so, don't be shy and let me know your honest opinion about this story.
For the first episode, here: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...non-consensual-explicit-sexploitation.466692/
When Chloe regained consciousness, her first sensation was that of the mattress beneath her. The second, much more disturbing, was that she couldn't move her arms, which hastened her awakening. She opened her eyes, and what she saw chilled her blood. She was locked in a small, padded cell, her body bound in a straitjacket. Besides that, she wore only underwear and a T-shirt, which she could feel under her restraint suit. Fearfully, she managed to lift herself as best she could and walked around the area. The door was also padded, but it had two openings: a square one at the top, so she could observe the room from the outside, and a wider one halfway up, presumably for passing supplies. She was a prisoner, but whose? What could anyone expect from a young journalist like her?
The door opened abruptly, and Chloe caught sight of a pair of blue, feminine eyes watching her. She lunged forward, toward the door, and immediately addressed the woman: “Who are you? Why are you keeping me here? You have no right to…”
She didn't have time to finish her sentence: the door burst open with a violent force and she was thrown backward, landing on the floor. Somewhat dazed, she was helpless against the three women in uniform who immediately burst in, threw themselves on her, and pinned her down. Two of them grabbed her legs, while the other, sitting behind the young woman, wrapped one of her arms around her neck, almost strangling her, and held her head with the other hand. Chloe had practiced martial arts for years and was also a very athletic woman, but tied up as she was, and with three against one, she couldn't hope to resist.
While she was at the mercy of her attackers, she saw a fourth woman enter the room, her steps slow and confident. She was slightly older than the others, and her charisma inspired respect. Her hair, long but neatly braided, was light, a brown verging on blonde, and her blue eyes were icy. She wore the half-cruel, half-playful expression that true sadists display when in a position of power. In one hand, she carried a notepad, while the other wielded a heavy truncheon. The prisoner shivered just seeing the reflections of the neon lights on the darkness of the instrument. A single well-placed blow could potentially break a bone. The woman's uniform, more elaborate than the others', seemed to indicate she was a noncommissioned officer. she glanced at his notes, then locked eyes with the prisoner and spoke in a clear, cold tone, with a hint of a foreign accent: “Good evening, Chloe. Welcome to us. You are prisoner J662, and you have been selected to participate in a secret research program. As a human guinea pig.”
“What?” Chloe interrupted, incredulous. “It’s not…”
She was interrupted in turn by a violent, jolting sound that made her jump: the caretaker had just hit the door with her truncheon, with uncommon force. “Don't ever interrupt me again. You're nothing here, you decide nothing. You belong here, is that clear?”
She spoke calmly, without showing any emotion, a contrast to the violence of his gesture, but his tone was heavy with menace. Chloe lowered her eyes.
“Okay, I’ll continue. My name is Miranda, and I’m in charge of the security of this place, as well as inmate discipline. So, if you’re naughty, I’m the one you’ll have to deal with. And believe me, we have a whole host of methods designed to make you regret being born.”
The three keepers exchanged intense signals, to which Miranda responded with a pleased smile. She continued: “And I'm sure that moment will come. You don't look like a girl who easily gives in. You might not rebel immediately, but I know girls like you: one day or another, they think they're stronger and try to resist, or escape. And my role is precisely to make them clearly understand that it's no use and that, whatever comes of it, we always win. But I'm not a monster, and I can even be very pleasant if you show cooperation, and I'll prove it to you: lift her up!”
As one, the three guards obeyed the order. The two holding Chloe's legs loosened their grip and stepped back, truncheons in hand. The third eased her pressure and helped the young woman to her feet, letting her lean on her. The muted threat emanating from the four women was heavy, but Chloe felt the panic ebbing away in favor of a new idea: give them what they wanted, for now, seizing the slightest opportunity to escape. The only thing that worried her was Miranda's calm confidence. The woman seemed a true professional, and there was no point in underestimating her.
“Good, now take off her straitjacket,” the head keeper ordered.
As her subordinates untied the leather straps, she continued, "You see, we don't really need to tie you up. This measure is more to humiliate you than to ensure our safety. If you're good, you'll never wear it again. If you're not... let's just say it's just the beginning."
Once again, the guards laughed with a laugh full of implications. Once Chloe's arms were free, and her partial nudity was simultaneously exposed to the guards' gaze, the latter grabbed the prisoner by the arms and led her out, preceded by their leader. The first thing that struck Chloe was the aggressive smell of detergent, which seemed to confirm that she was in some kind of clinic. The corridors were wide and impeccably clean. Moreover, the young woman's bare feet tended to slip on the perfectly waxed linen, and she nearly fell several times. The right side of the corridor was lined with doors at regular intervals, while on the opposite side there were no windows. Chloe concluded that she must be in the basement. Reaching the end of the corridor, the women boarded an elevator easily large enough to accommodate two stretchers, and Miranda pressed button number two. The display confirmed to Chloe that they were underground. No words were exchanged during the ascent. Having reached their destination, the small group immediately turned left and entered a tiled room that resembled a communal shower, like those found in gyms. The contact of Chloe's bare feet with the cold tile made her feel unpleasant, but she didn't have time to regret it: the two girls were already dragging her toward a wall, where she was forced to lean. Miranda took a step forward and explained, "Before you go see the doctor, you'll have to go through the exam. Get naked."
As Chloe seemed to hesitate, the girl to her right struck the wall violently with her truncheon, just below her head, making her tremble. Knowing that the blows would land on her if she waited any longer, the prisoner obeyed. Slowly, she reached for her T-shirt and removed it, exposing her firm, perky breasts to the view of the four women, who were watching every inch of the show. She then lowered her eyes to her pubic area and reluctantly pushed her panties down her legs before removing them completely. The delicate beauty of her superb body was now fully exposed to the eyes of her captors, and Chloe felt a dull anger rising within her at such humiliation.
Miranda approached her. Chloe was a good five feet seven inches tall, while the other woman was at least a head taller. What made the situation particularly unpleasant was that she was spared nothing. The head caretaker began to fondle Chloe's head, checking to see if her hair, braided in dreadlocks, was hiding anything. Then, using a small medical lamp, she examined her ears and mouth, also looking under her tongue and at the back of her throat. She handled Chloe with a sure and firm hand, confirming the impression of having extensive experience in the matter. Then, donning a pair of latex gloves, Miranda ordered the young woman to move her legs apart. Overcoming her embarrassment, she obeyed and closed her eyes while the woman's slender fingers rummaged through her private parts. Vicious, Miranda made the examination last much longer than necessary, teasing the prisoner's clitoris to force arousal, and then began shamelessly masturbating the girl, sliding three fingers side by side into her vagina. Chloe bit her lower lip and had to exert considerable effort not to violently strike her tormentor. After an interminable delay, the torturer withdrew her hand and ordered her to turn and face her. This time Chloe hesitated, and the girl to her right, again brandished her truncheon. With a heavy heart, the prisoner again did as she was asked. This time, she even considered reacting as Miranda pushed her buttocks apart with one hand, and with the other, inspected her anus upon contact. It was shorter than with her vagina, but the sensation of those woman's fingers about to violate her remained present even after it was all over. As she turned to face her executioners again, the leader's satisfied look and the knowing glances her subordinates exchanged made Chloe want to kill all four of them with her bare hands. But she also knew she didn't have the slightest chance at the moment, so she swallowed her pride and remained docile. Her gaze, however, spoke volumes about her thoughts.
“Perfect,” Miranda exclaimed. “You were good, good. Now, you'll be coming with us again. Everything's been going well so far, so let's keep it that way, okay?”
Then, without giving her time to respond, Chloe was dragged out of the examination room, still under guard. The young woman felt terribly humiliated at being carried so naked through the corridors, and tried to cover herself.
“Hands at your sides, or we’ll tie them behind your back,” Miranda threatened her.
Chloe abandoned all attempts at modesty, while the persistent sensation of Miranda's fingers rummaging through her private parts made her feel nauseous.
On that floor, the corridors weren't deserted: nurses in white blouses and regulation trolleys were seen going back and forth between rooms or carrying dishes of medicine and instruments. Occasionally, the group would pass other uniformed custodians, who respectfully greeted the superior, with a particular respect that was anything but professional. Neither seemed to find Chloe's nudity strange. Some occasionally turned as she passed, exchanging hushed comments about her beauty, but for the most part they seemed indifferent. Apparently, this was the norm. As she walked, through the barred shutters on the windows, Chloe noticed that it was late at night outside. From a distance, the streetlights seemed to indicate that the clinic must be in the city, though the young woman would never have been able to guess where.
She no longer had time to ponder her thoughts, as the guards grabbed her recklessly and pushed her aside to let a strange convoy pass. Two nurses were pushing a cart on which a naked woman was securely strapped. She looked to be in her thirties, very beautiful with golden hair and a toned body like Chloe's. She was crying passionately and, her chest heaving with sobs, she begged the nurses carrying her to help her, not to let her be tortured any longer. The nurses seemed to understand nothing, completely ignoring the convulsive movements of their prisoner, who was struggling against the restraints with the energy of desperation. With an amused expression, Miranda stopped the cart and turned to the nurses: "If she keeps up like this the whole way, send her to me, okay?"
The prisoner immediately fell silent, casting a pleading look at the head warden. The warden added, "So, Valeria, what did you think? It's been a long time since we've had a private meeting. I'm sure you're eager to do me this favor. If so, please continue."
The woman replied with a sob: “Have mercy. I can't bear it anymore. It's torture…”
"Sure, sure. But we didn't ask your opinion anyway. So, if you want to add another very special session with me to your session with the doctor, keep annoying these poor guys who do a difficult job. If you think it's not worth making your situation worse, shut up and suffer in silence. It will be better for everyone."
She had spoken in a conciliatory, almost maternal tone. As soon as she saw the understanding in Valeria's eyes, she let the convoy move on, while she ordered her group to continue on their way. They weren't far away: a few steps ahead, the guards vigorously led Chloe into a room where three women in white coats awaited her. The first was a green-eyed brunette in her late thirties, whose small stature contrasted with the powerful aura of authority she exuded. Miranda also seemed to regard her with respect. The second was a cold, Nordic beauty, tall and thin, with a ruthless, austere air. Chloe immediately thought of the SS women from her history books. The third, unimportant, seemed to be there only to assist the other two.
“Honored to finally meet you, Chloe,” the brunette greeted. “My name is Aurelia, and I’d like you to meet Tanja and Grazia. We are three doctors, with extensive experience behind us. As Miranda may have already told you, you are about to participate in a secret research program. You were chosen for your excellent physical condition and mental stability.
Chloe couldn't believe her ears. The woman spoke as if she knew her intimately. She seemed to be guessing her thoughts. Aurelia explained: "Our employers are very powerful, you know. We've been observing you for weeks: at home, at work, at the psychologist... The psychologist was, after all, very helpful in your psychological evaluation. Our subjects are subject to rigorous and uncompromising selection. We can't afford to distort our results with second-rate guinea pigs."
Chloe's anger exploded brutally: "You monsters! What you've done is disgusting, you're no better than the Nazis! What do you think, that..."
A brutal blow from a truncheon to her back stopped her dead in her tracks, and she fell to her knees with a cry of pain. Two guards grabbed her arms, while Miranda cupped her neck in the crook of her arm. Breathing shallowly, Chloe stopped struggling. The head guard murmured in her ear, "What a shame, and to think you almost came out of this so well."
And Aurelia commented: “I'm disappointed. Our work is different and much more rewarding than the racist and foolish program you've compared us to. If you knew everything, you'd regret having said so, but I understand your ignorance. However, I no longer see the point of giving you preferential treatment. I generally avoid my model patients' first appointments right away, but I think your impulsive arrogance needs to be tamed.”
The guards forced Chloe to stand up, and at a gesture from Aurelia they took her, despite her protests, to a corner of the room, near a strange metal structure. It was a type of capital "A" without a top point, reaching up to the prisoner's hips. The machine was equipped with a control panel that allowed the degree of separation to be adjusted on three axes, as well as wide, padded leather straps along its length. Chloe was forced to stand on the piece, her legs spread, the insides of them against the metal branches where they were immediately tied at the ankles, knees, and thighs. Tanja then stood behind the control panel and pressed several buttons. The machine then emitted a whirring sound and rose before slowly moving away. Chloe found herself raised to about a foot from the ground, her legs spread apart at a little more than forty-five degrees. The perfect distribution of her weight on its support combined with the width of the straps made this binding absolutely painless. The upper part of her body was always free from the belly, but this did not last long. A pair of leather bracelets hung from the limit. At the very end of the metal chains. The guards attached them around Chloe's wrists, and Tanja raised the chains so that the prisoner's arms were held at maximum tension vertically above her head. In addition to immobilizing the young woman, she forced her, for anatomy reasons, to hang forward, projecting her breasts and pelvis. The position was ideal for what was to follow. To finish, Miranda silenced Chloe by placing a bite gag on her.
Aurelia and Tanja advanced toward their prisoner, while Grazia approached a cart filled with unfamiliar utensils: syringes and bottles, but also feathers and other slightly unusual instruments. Aurelia took a syringe and, with professional gestures, filled it with a light-colored solution. She then disinfected her patient's groin and injected her with the serum. Chloe began to feel dizzy, and a tight feeling gripped her abdomen. The woman explained in a cultured tone, preparing a second injection, an opaque liquid this time: "The solution they just injected you with is a standard, invented by KGB laboratories and perfected by our research. It instills confusion in the patient's mind and an unpleasant feeling of insecurity. This has always been very useful in interrogations. However, what follows is entirely our own conception."
Another injection. This time, Chloe felt a scorching heat radiating from her womb. Her skin seemed electrified by the heightened sensitivity, and the young woman was overcome by a powerful desire for masturbation, so much so that she longed for Miranda's fingers in her sex moments earlier. She clenched her arms, rattling the chains, and let out a trumpet of frustration, shaking her hips in the hope of rubbing her sex against something. This sight made Aurelia smile, who turned to Tanja and gave her an order with a brief nod of her head. The beautiful Nordic woman then came to stand behind her prisoner, on a step to be at the ideal height, and began delicately tickling under her arms. Small, brief movements, fizzing but fearful. Chloe let out a cry of surprise, then began laughing nervously through her gag. She twisted left and right to escape her tormentor, but Tanja's fine, elegant fingers followed her with unparalleled dexterity, without the contact being broken for a single second . During her disorderly movements, Chloe turned her head backwards and was able to meet the icy gaze of her tormentor. The latter wore a sadistic smile the likes of which the young woman had never seen. She let out a scream when Tanja increased the pace of her tickling, simultaneously attacking her ribs. Then she unleashed herself all over her victim's chest, tickling from her armpits to her hips, not forgetting her neck and nipples, made turgid and sensitive by the drugs. Chloe's abrupt movements were as frenetic as her laughter at that moment. They were unbearable, those insidious sensations that tortured her without ever hurting her. It was like a torture whose first function, this moment when the anticipation of the pain to come was worse than the pain itself, would be repeated endlessly.
Of course, this was just the beginning. Through the deafening sound of her hysterical laughter, Chloe heard Grazia make a remark to her superior. Her superior responded in a tone that revealed her enjoyment of what she was doing: “I don't need numbers to know how she reacts: just observe her. I think she's perfectly receptive to our basic techniques. Now let's look at more refined methods.”
Tanja stopped tickling Chloe and went to the cart to get a couple of instruments that the young woman couldn't identify before she came back behind her. However, she clearly saw what Aurelia had taken: a “magic wand" vibrator. Her desire was always torturing her between her thighs and she begged the woman with her eyes to use it on her.
The latter replied with a wicked smile just before Chloe let out a terrible scream: Tanja had begun torturing her upper body again, but this time with two vibrating brushes constantly in contact. She drew simple yet unparalleled effective shapes on her victim's naked body, who repeatedly risked strangling herself when her torturer insisted on a particularly sensitive spot, such as the hollow of her armpits or the base of her breasts. However, the beautiful Nordic woman carefully avoided continuously stimulating her nipples, as the effect would have been the opposite of the intended one. Tears began to stream down Chloe's cheeks as exasperating sensations saturated her brain, already clouded by drugs and sexual arousal.
Aurelia approached and calmly turned on her tool, while the torture continued unabated. Then, with exaggerated slowness, she placed the vibrator directly on the prisoner's clitoris. As soon as she noticed the first shiver of pleasure rising through her body, she immediately withdrew the instrument just an inch from Chloe's sex, who reacted with a loud cry of frustration. Aurelia waited a second, then applied the vibrator to her victim's private parts again, a little longer this time, sliding it carefully across her swollen, wet labia, before withdrawing it again. She thus played with the prisoner, forcing her to endure long minutes of tickling for a few seconds of pleasure, heightening her desire to the maximum. Chloe tugged like mad on the bonds of her legs, hoping to bring her sex closer to the object that provided her with these fleeting moments during which she escaped torture. she no longer thought; his body reacted automatically, almost animalistically. She had to cum, she couldn't resist any longer.
Once again, Aurelia pushed her instrument against the young woman's hot sex, but the woman realized, as the pleasure overwhelmed her, that the woman seemed determined to let her orgasm. The soft waves of arousal caressed every fiber of her body, racked by the contradictory sensations, radiating from her vulva and spreading everywhere, like a flood. She helped the orgasm arrive with small movements of her hips, which she managed despite her bonds. She no longer even felt the tickling, completely focused on her sole goal: pleasure. And as this was about to strike her, Aurelia abruptly removed the vibrator and immediately pushed it away. Chloe let out a terrible roar of frustration that immediately transformed into a concert of laughter as the unspeakable sensations on her skin regained strength, devouring her even more unbearably than before.
In her final moments of lucidity, Chloe understood her situation in its entirety. Miranda was serious when she said the young woman belonged to them. She was deprived of her body: any sensations she had now depended on the goodwill of several women ready to perform their experiments on her. As the combined torture of her sex and her chest began again with even greater intensity, Chloe wondered in horror how long she could last before her body abandoned her. And when the desire emanating from her vagina reached the force of an ocean, and Aurelia and the others continued to deny her at the most crucial moment, she wished with all her strength to die.
...to be continued
Time for the second episode of this long story. It took me some time to go and correct the errors of the translator, so please give me some feedback just to know if it is worthy to spend time on the translation of this story.
Maybe you don't like, or maybe the IA transalated it in afwull way again, so, don't be shy and let me know your honest opinion about this story.
For the first episode, here: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...non-consensual-explicit-sexploitation.466692/
THE FUGITIVE (Part 2)
When Chloe regained consciousness, her first sensation was that of the mattress beneath her. The second, much more disturbing, was that she couldn't move her arms, which hastened her awakening. She opened her eyes, and what she saw chilled her blood. She was locked in a small, padded cell, her body bound in a straitjacket. Besides that, she wore only underwear and a T-shirt, which she could feel under her restraint suit. Fearfully, she managed to lift herself as best she could and walked around the area. The door was also padded, but it had two openings: a square one at the top, so she could observe the room from the outside, and a wider one halfway up, presumably for passing supplies. She was a prisoner, but whose? What could anyone expect from a young journalist like her?
The door opened abruptly, and Chloe caught sight of a pair of blue, feminine eyes watching her. She lunged forward, toward the door, and immediately addressed the woman: “Who are you? Why are you keeping me here? You have no right to…”
She didn't have time to finish her sentence: the door burst open with a violent force and she was thrown backward, landing on the floor. Somewhat dazed, she was helpless against the three women in uniform who immediately burst in, threw themselves on her, and pinned her down. Two of them grabbed her legs, while the other, sitting behind the young woman, wrapped one of her arms around her neck, almost strangling her, and held her head with the other hand. Chloe had practiced martial arts for years and was also a very athletic woman, but tied up as she was, and with three against one, she couldn't hope to resist.
While she was at the mercy of her attackers, she saw a fourth woman enter the room, her steps slow and confident. She was slightly older than the others, and her charisma inspired respect. Her hair, long but neatly braided, was light, a brown verging on blonde, and her blue eyes were icy. She wore the half-cruel, half-playful expression that true sadists display when in a position of power. In one hand, she carried a notepad, while the other wielded a heavy truncheon. The prisoner shivered just seeing the reflections of the neon lights on the darkness of the instrument. A single well-placed blow could potentially break a bone. The woman's uniform, more elaborate than the others', seemed to indicate she was a noncommissioned officer. she glanced at his notes, then locked eyes with the prisoner and spoke in a clear, cold tone, with a hint of a foreign accent: “Good evening, Chloe. Welcome to us. You are prisoner J662, and you have been selected to participate in a secret research program. As a human guinea pig.”
“What?” Chloe interrupted, incredulous. “It’s not…”
She was interrupted in turn by a violent, jolting sound that made her jump: the caretaker had just hit the door with her truncheon, with uncommon force. “Don't ever interrupt me again. You're nothing here, you decide nothing. You belong here, is that clear?”
She spoke calmly, without showing any emotion, a contrast to the violence of his gesture, but his tone was heavy with menace. Chloe lowered her eyes.
“Okay, I’ll continue. My name is Miranda, and I’m in charge of the security of this place, as well as inmate discipline. So, if you’re naughty, I’m the one you’ll have to deal with. And believe me, we have a whole host of methods designed to make you regret being born.”
The three keepers exchanged intense signals, to which Miranda responded with a pleased smile. She continued: “And I'm sure that moment will come. You don't look like a girl who easily gives in. You might not rebel immediately, but I know girls like you: one day or another, they think they're stronger and try to resist, or escape. And my role is precisely to make them clearly understand that it's no use and that, whatever comes of it, we always win. But I'm not a monster, and I can even be very pleasant if you show cooperation, and I'll prove it to you: lift her up!”
As one, the three guards obeyed the order. The two holding Chloe's legs loosened their grip and stepped back, truncheons in hand. The third eased her pressure and helped the young woman to her feet, letting her lean on her. The muted threat emanating from the four women was heavy, but Chloe felt the panic ebbing away in favor of a new idea: give them what they wanted, for now, seizing the slightest opportunity to escape. The only thing that worried her was Miranda's calm confidence. The woman seemed a true professional, and there was no point in underestimating her.
“Good, now take off her straitjacket,” the head keeper ordered.
As her subordinates untied the leather straps, she continued, "You see, we don't really need to tie you up. This measure is more to humiliate you than to ensure our safety. If you're good, you'll never wear it again. If you're not... let's just say it's just the beginning."
Once again, the guards laughed with a laugh full of implications. Once Chloe's arms were free, and her partial nudity was simultaneously exposed to the guards' gaze, the latter grabbed the prisoner by the arms and led her out, preceded by their leader. The first thing that struck Chloe was the aggressive smell of detergent, which seemed to confirm that she was in some kind of clinic. The corridors were wide and impeccably clean. Moreover, the young woman's bare feet tended to slip on the perfectly waxed linen, and she nearly fell several times. The right side of the corridor was lined with doors at regular intervals, while on the opposite side there were no windows. Chloe concluded that she must be in the basement. Reaching the end of the corridor, the women boarded an elevator easily large enough to accommodate two stretchers, and Miranda pressed button number two. The display confirmed to Chloe that they were underground. No words were exchanged during the ascent. Having reached their destination, the small group immediately turned left and entered a tiled room that resembled a communal shower, like those found in gyms. The contact of Chloe's bare feet with the cold tile made her feel unpleasant, but she didn't have time to regret it: the two girls were already dragging her toward a wall, where she was forced to lean. Miranda took a step forward and explained, "Before you go see the doctor, you'll have to go through the exam. Get naked."
As Chloe seemed to hesitate, the girl to her right struck the wall violently with her truncheon, just below her head, making her tremble. Knowing that the blows would land on her if she waited any longer, the prisoner obeyed. Slowly, she reached for her T-shirt and removed it, exposing her firm, perky breasts to the view of the four women, who were watching every inch of the show. She then lowered her eyes to her pubic area and reluctantly pushed her panties down her legs before removing them completely. The delicate beauty of her superb body was now fully exposed to the eyes of her captors, and Chloe felt a dull anger rising within her at such humiliation.
Miranda approached her. Chloe was a good five feet seven inches tall, while the other woman was at least a head taller. What made the situation particularly unpleasant was that she was spared nothing. The head caretaker began to fondle Chloe's head, checking to see if her hair, braided in dreadlocks, was hiding anything. Then, using a small medical lamp, she examined her ears and mouth, also looking under her tongue and at the back of her throat. She handled Chloe with a sure and firm hand, confirming the impression of having extensive experience in the matter. Then, donning a pair of latex gloves, Miranda ordered the young woman to move her legs apart. Overcoming her embarrassment, she obeyed and closed her eyes while the woman's slender fingers rummaged through her private parts. Vicious, Miranda made the examination last much longer than necessary, teasing the prisoner's clitoris to force arousal, and then began shamelessly masturbating the girl, sliding three fingers side by side into her vagina. Chloe bit her lower lip and had to exert considerable effort not to violently strike her tormentor. After an interminable delay, the torturer withdrew her hand and ordered her to turn and face her. This time Chloe hesitated, and the girl to her right, again brandished her truncheon. With a heavy heart, the prisoner again did as she was asked. This time, she even considered reacting as Miranda pushed her buttocks apart with one hand, and with the other, inspected her anus upon contact. It was shorter than with her vagina, but the sensation of those woman's fingers about to violate her remained present even after it was all over. As she turned to face her executioners again, the leader's satisfied look and the knowing glances her subordinates exchanged made Chloe want to kill all four of them with her bare hands. But she also knew she didn't have the slightest chance at the moment, so she swallowed her pride and remained docile. Her gaze, however, spoke volumes about her thoughts.
“Perfect,” Miranda exclaimed. “You were good, good. Now, you'll be coming with us again. Everything's been going well so far, so let's keep it that way, okay?”
Then, without giving her time to respond, Chloe was dragged out of the examination room, still under guard. The young woman felt terribly humiliated at being carried so naked through the corridors, and tried to cover herself.
“Hands at your sides, or we’ll tie them behind your back,” Miranda threatened her.
Chloe abandoned all attempts at modesty, while the persistent sensation of Miranda's fingers rummaging through her private parts made her feel nauseous.
On that floor, the corridors weren't deserted: nurses in white blouses and regulation trolleys were seen going back and forth between rooms or carrying dishes of medicine and instruments. Occasionally, the group would pass other uniformed custodians, who respectfully greeted the superior, with a particular respect that was anything but professional. Neither seemed to find Chloe's nudity strange. Some occasionally turned as she passed, exchanging hushed comments about her beauty, but for the most part they seemed indifferent. Apparently, this was the norm. As she walked, through the barred shutters on the windows, Chloe noticed that it was late at night outside. From a distance, the streetlights seemed to indicate that the clinic must be in the city, though the young woman would never have been able to guess where.
She no longer had time to ponder her thoughts, as the guards grabbed her recklessly and pushed her aside to let a strange convoy pass. Two nurses were pushing a cart on which a naked woman was securely strapped. She looked to be in her thirties, very beautiful with golden hair and a toned body like Chloe's. She was crying passionately and, her chest heaving with sobs, she begged the nurses carrying her to help her, not to let her be tortured any longer. The nurses seemed to understand nothing, completely ignoring the convulsive movements of their prisoner, who was struggling against the restraints with the energy of desperation. With an amused expression, Miranda stopped the cart and turned to the nurses: "If she keeps up like this the whole way, send her to me, okay?"
The prisoner immediately fell silent, casting a pleading look at the head warden. The warden added, "So, Valeria, what did you think? It's been a long time since we've had a private meeting. I'm sure you're eager to do me this favor. If so, please continue."
The woman replied with a sob: “Have mercy. I can't bear it anymore. It's torture…”
"Sure, sure. But we didn't ask your opinion anyway. So, if you want to add another very special session with me to your session with the doctor, keep annoying these poor guys who do a difficult job. If you think it's not worth making your situation worse, shut up and suffer in silence. It will be better for everyone."
She had spoken in a conciliatory, almost maternal tone. As soon as she saw the understanding in Valeria's eyes, she let the convoy move on, while she ordered her group to continue on their way. They weren't far away: a few steps ahead, the guards vigorously led Chloe into a room where three women in white coats awaited her. The first was a green-eyed brunette in her late thirties, whose small stature contrasted with the powerful aura of authority she exuded. Miranda also seemed to regard her with respect. The second was a cold, Nordic beauty, tall and thin, with a ruthless, austere air. Chloe immediately thought of the SS women from her history books. The third, unimportant, seemed to be there only to assist the other two.
“Honored to finally meet you, Chloe,” the brunette greeted. “My name is Aurelia, and I’d like you to meet Tanja and Grazia. We are three doctors, with extensive experience behind us. As Miranda may have already told you, you are about to participate in a secret research program. You were chosen for your excellent physical condition and mental stability.
Chloe couldn't believe her ears. The woman spoke as if she knew her intimately. She seemed to be guessing her thoughts. Aurelia explained: "Our employers are very powerful, you know. We've been observing you for weeks: at home, at work, at the psychologist... The psychologist was, after all, very helpful in your psychological evaluation. Our subjects are subject to rigorous and uncompromising selection. We can't afford to distort our results with second-rate guinea pigs."
Chloe's anger exploded brutally: "You monsters! What you've done is disgusting, you're no better than the Nazis! What do you think, that..."
A brutal blow from a truncheon to her back stopped her dead in her tracks, and she fell to her knees with a cry of pain. Two guards grabbed her arms, while Miranda cupped her neck in the crook of her arm. Breathing shallowly, Chloe stopped struggling. The head guard murmured in her ear, "What a shame, and to think you almost came out of this so well."
And Aurelia commented: “I'm disappointed. Our work is different and much more rewarding than the racist and foolish program you've compared us to. If you knew everything, you'd regret having said so, but I understand your ignorance. However, I no longer see the point of giving you preferential treatment. I generally avoid my model patients' first appointments right away, but I think your impulsive arrogance needs to be tamed.”
The guards forced Chloe to stand up, and at a gesture from Aurelia they took her, despite her protests, to a corner of the room, near a strange metal structure. It was a type of capital "A" without a top point, reaching up to the prisoner's hips. The machine was equipped with a control panel that allowed the degree of separation to be adjusted on three axes, as well as wide, padded leather straps along its length. Chloe was forced to stand on the piece, her legs spread, the insides of them against the metal branches where they were immediately tied at the ankles, knees, and thighs. Tanja then stood behind the control panel and pressed several buttons. The machine then emitted a whirring sound and rose before slowly moving away. Chloe found herself raised to about a foot from the ground, her legs spread apart at a little more than forty-five degrees. The perfect distribution of her weight on its support combined with the width of the straps made this binding absolutely painless. The upper part of her body was always free from the belly, but this did not last long. A pair of leather bracelets hung from the limit. At the very end of the metal chains. The guards attached them around Chloe's wrists, and Tanja raised the chains so that the prisoner's arms were held at maximum tension vertically above her head. In addition to immobilizing the young woman, she forced her, for anatomy reasons, to hang forward, projecting her breasts and pelvis. The position was ideal for what was to follow. To finish, Miranda silenced Chloe by placing a bite gag on her.
Aurelia and Tanja advanced toward their prisoner, while Grazia approached a cart filled with unfamiliar utensils: syringes and bottles, but also feathers and other slightly unusual instruments. Aurelia took a syringe and, with professional gestures, filled it with a light-colored solution. She then disinfected her patient's groin and injected her with the serum. Chloe began to feel dizzy, and a tight feeling gripped her abdomen. The woman explained in a cultured tone, preparing a second injection, an opaque liquid this time: "The solution they just injected you with is a standard, invented by KGB laboratories and perfected by our research. It instills confusion in the patient's mind and an unpleasant feeling of insecurity. This has always been very useful in interrogations. However, what follows is entirely our own conception."
Another injection. This time, Chloe felt a scorching heat radiating from her womb. Her skin seemed electrified by the heightened sensitivity, and the young woman was overcome by a powerful desire for masturbation, so much so that she longed for Miranda's fingers in her sex moments earlier. She clenched her arms, rattling the chains, and let out a trumpet of frustration, shaking her hips in the hope of rubbing her sex against something. This sight made Aurelia smile, who turned to Tanja and gave her an order with a brief nod of her head. The beautiful Nordic woman then came to stand behind her prisoner, on a step to be at the ideal height, and began delicately tickling under her arms. Small, brief movements, fizzing but fearful. Chloe let out a cry of surprise, then began laughing nervously through her gag. She twisted left and right to escape her tormentor, but Tanja's fine, elegant fingers followed her with unparalleled dexterity, without the contact being broken for a single second . During her disorderly movements, Chloe turned her head backwards and was able to meet the icy gaze of her tormentor. The latter wore a sadistic smile the likes of which the young woman had never seen. She let out a scream when Tanja increased the pace of her tickling, simultaneously attacking her ribs. Then she unleashed herself all over her victim's chest, tickling from her armpits to her hips, not forgetting her neck and nipples, made turgid and sensitive by the drugs. Chloe's abrupt movements were as frenetic as her laughter at that moment. They were unbearable, those insidious sensations that tortured her without ever hurting her. It was like a torture whose first function, this moment when the anticipation of the pain to come was worse than the pain itself, would be repeated endlessly.
Of course, this was just the beginning. Through the deafening sound of her hysterical laughter, Chloe heard Grazia make a remark to her superior. Her superior responded in a tone that revealed her enjoyment of what she was doing: “I don't need numbers to know how she reacts: just observe her. I think she's perfectly receptive to our basic techniques. Now let's look at more refined methods.”
Tanja stopped tickling Chloe and went to the cart to get a couple of instruments that the young woman couldn't identify before she came back behind her. However, she clearly saw what Aurelia had taken: a “magic wand" vibrator. Her desire was always torturing her between her thighs and she begged the woman with her eyes to use it on her.
The latter replied with a wicked smile just before Chloe let out a terrible scream: Tanja had begun torturing her upper body again, but this time with two vibrating brushes constantly in contact. She drew simple yet unparalleled effective shapes on her victim's naked body, who repeatedly risked strangling herself when her torturer insisted on a particularly sensitive spot, such as the hollow of her armpits or the base of her breasts. However, the beautiful Nordic woman carefully avoided continuously stimulating her nipples, as the effect would have been the opposite of the intended one. Tears began to stream down Chloe's cheeks as exasperating sensations saturated her brain, already clouded by drugs and sexual arousal.
Aurelia approached and calmly turned on her tool, while the torture continued unabated. Then, with exaggerated slowness, she placed the vibrator directly on the prisoner's clitoris. As soon as she noticed the first shiver of pleasure rising through her body, she immediately withdrew the instrument just an inch from Chloe's sex, who reacted with a loud cry of frustration. Aurelia waited a second, then applied the vibrator to her victim's private parts again, a little longer this time, sliding it carefully across her swollen, wet labia, before withdrawing it again. She thus played with the prisoner, forcing her to endure long minutes of tickling for a few seconds of pleasure, heightening her desire to the maximum. Chloe tugged like mad on the bonds of her legs, hoping to bring her sex closer to the object that provided her with these fleeting moments during which she escaped torture. she no longer thought; his body reacted automatically, almost animalistically. She had to cum, she couldn't resist any longer.
Once again, Aurelia pushed her instrument against the young woman's hot sex, but the woman realized, as the pleasure overwhelmed her, that the woman seemed determined to let her orgasm. The soft waves of arousal caressed every fiber of her body, racked by the contradictory sensations, radiating from her vulva and spreading everywhere, like a flood. She helped the orgasm arrive with small movements of her hips, which she managed despite her bonds. She no longer even felt the tickling, completely focused on her sole goal: pleasure. And as this was about to strike her, Aurelia abruptly removed the vibrator and immediately pushed it away. Chloe let out a terrible roar of frustration that immediately transformed into a concert of laughter as the unspeakable sensations on her skin regained strength, devouring her even more unbearably than before.
In her final moments of lucidity, Chloe understood her situation in its entirety. Miranda was serious when she said the young woman belonged to them. She was deprived of her body: any sensations she had now depended on the goodwill of several women ready to perform their experiments on her. As the combined torture of her sex and her chest began again with even greater intensity, Chloe wondered in horror how long she could last before her body abandoned her. And when the desire emanating from her vagina reached the force of an ocean, and Aurelia and the others continued to deny her at the most crucial moment, she wished with all her strength to die.
...to be continued
