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“Professor Stanton?” The young woman peered through the doorway into the small one-window office.
“Yes? Oh, Shannon, it’s you. You’re here about the psych experiment required of all my students, right? I’ve been expecting you.”
The man rose from his wooden desk chair and extended his hand towards the pretty young college student, “I’ve been going over the research assignments and I noticed that you haven’t completed yours yet. Most of the other students finished theirs a few weeks ago.”
“Yes, sir. That’s why I’m here. You mentioned in class that the deadline was coming up.”
“Right, the first of next week. Now, let me see what I have available…”
“I’m afraid, Shannon, that the pickings will be a bit slim at this late date,” the professor said, skimming down a computer print-out of various projects, “Completed, Completed, Aborted, Completed… ah, this might be a possibility. There’s an experiment that starts this afternoon. Are you available?”
Shannon paused in contemplation. “I think so. I don’t think I have anything that can’t wait until later. What time?”
“In an hour, if you hurry you could make it. It’s right down stairs.”
“What’s it about?”
“You remember Dr. Stanley Milgram’s experiment in authoritative obedience, right? We went over it First Quarter.”
“Yes, sir, I remember. It had to do with Nazis and the German people.”
The professor gave her a stern look, “I had hoped you had remembered more than that.”
“I do. In a nutshell, Professor Milgram was testing his theory that people would blindly obey orders given by an authority figure, even if they thought it was unconscionable.” Shannon hoped that her use of a “college word” would impress the professor and he wouldn’t ask her any more questions, because frankly that was all she remembered about it.
“Right,” the professor continued, “Well, there have been many variations on that particular experiment, and a graduate assistant is currently doing his thesis on that particular subject and is conducting a variation of that experiment. Of course, since Milgram’s work is fairly well-known, he’s had to modify it to avoid contaminating the results. In fact, it’s being run in conjunction with Psychology honors program at Milgram High School. Aptly named, don’t you think?” the professor said, chuckling at his own joke. Shannon grinned politely. The professor caught himself and continued. “Anyway, don’t be surprised if you’re paired with a younger partner. If you’re interested, I’ll call the GA and let him know you’re on your way.”
Shannon thought about it for a second. She needed to do the experiment in order to complete the class. She shrugged and said, “I guess I don’t really have much choice.”
“No, I suppose not. You really should’ve come sooner when there was a bigger selection. But this should be interesting and shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to complete. And it’ll fulfill your lab requirement. I’ll go ahead and assign you to this and let them know you’re coming. Here’s the office number and a waiver form. Fill it out and you can turn it in over there. You don’t need to come back here. They’ll fill in the rest of the form and send it back to me and I’ll check you off the list.”
Shannon gathered up her book bag and slung it over her shoulder. Extending her hand she said “Ok, thank you, sir. I’ll see you at Monday’s class.”
The professor smiled at her and shook the young woman’s hand, then reached for the desk phone as Shannon passed through the door.
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The classroom door was open when Shannon arrived. As she entered, she noticed two chairs; one a normal plastic chair with chrome legs which seemed to be the preferred chair for all of the class rooms and upon which sat a man in a white lab coat, and the other a heavier chair made of thick wood, straight-backed and tall with the front legs set wide apart, next to which stood a young girl in jeans and a long-sleeved top who was studying the chair’s accessories intently. Dark leather belts with chrome buckles were attached to the chair’s armrests and legs, and an evil-looking metal box was bolted across the top of the chair’s high back. It reminded Shannon of an electric chair used at the prisons. It was fairly intimidating.
“Hi, you must be Shannon,” the man in the lab coat said, taking her hand in greeting, “I’m the assistant to Professor Stanton. I’m glad you found our little classroom lab.”
Shannon smiled a greeting back to him, “Hi, yes. Professor Stanton told me that he’d let you know I was coming.”
The man spoke with a strong voice, but what she noticed first was his brownish-grey eyes; something she didn’t normally notice in people. His short brown hair had just a few flecks of grey, and he stood just a few inches taller than her, his solid build implying his strength. The man turned to the younger girl, “This is Callie. She comes to us from the Milgram High School honors program and is here to help us run this experiment.”
Shannon guessed the girl could not be more than 16 or 17, with straight blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail and blue eyes, wearing a long-sleeved stretch crop-top that exposed her tummy, with 3 buttons descending from the scoop neckline, the first two undone. The thin cotton material of the girl’s shirt showed the faint outline of a bra which covered the small curves of her budding breasts. She wore a necklace of small silver charms tied to a thin leather string, and simple ball earrings protruded from the lobes of her ears. A pair of blue jeans and simple white sneakers completed the ensemble. Shannon thought of her as being somewhat pretty, but not spectacular.
“Hi,” the girl said, shaking Shannon’s hand tentatively. Shannon smiled and said, “Hello.”
“Now that the introductions are taken care of, let’s get to work, shall we?” the man said, pressing his hands together with nervous excitement, as he moved towards the door, closed it, and turned the lock.
“As you probably were told, this is a variation of the experiment performed by Dr. Stanley Milgram and published in 1963. I’ve studied his work and have come up with a hypothesis of my own. This experiment will be conducted similar in form and function to Dr. Milgram’s experiment, but with slight variations to test ancillary theoreticals. As you know, I can’t tell you what those theoreticals are because I could unfairly influence the results. But, I will tell you that it will require that each of you follow my instructions fully and completely. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” both girls said simultaneously. They smiled at each other as Shannon said, “Jinx” and Callie let out a slight giggle.
“We’re going to perform a simple memory game using a signaling device. The subject will be required to memorize the color pattern and recite the correct sequence, while the operator works the controls. Now, one of you will be the subject and the other will be the operator. The subject will be placed in this chair and restrained,” he said, indicating the heavy wooden chair, “so that the subject can’t work the signal device herself. The subject will be totally dependent on the operator to press the buttons for her. If the operator enters an incorrect sequence, the subject will receive a mild electric shock and the sequence will repeat again. If the operator enters an incorrect sequence again, the subject will receive a stronger electric shock. The color sequence will repeat again and, each time the sequence is entered incorrectly, the subject will continue to receive stronger shocks each time until either the full sequence is pressed correctly or until the maximum shock level is attained. Understand?”
The girls looked at each other with uncertainty.
The doctor repeated himself. “Do you understand?”
Callie spoke up. “That sounds kinda weird.”
“And dangerous,” Shannon added. “Are you sure that’s safe?”
“Don’t worry. The shock unit will only put out about 2.5 mA, which is about the equivalent of 8 AA batteries. Also, I’m going to attach EKG sensors to the subject to monitor the voltage received. I can stop the experiment at any time. It will be completely safe, but uncomfortable.”
The girls looked at each other with uncertainty.
“Think of it this way,” the man continued, “if it was comfortable then the subject wouldn’t have any motivation to pay attention to the signal device and would stop as soon as she got bored or frustrated. The shock is just there as a motivating tool. There’s no reason to worry.”
The girls looked at each other again.
“Are you sure I won’t get hurt?” Callie asked.
“There’s a 50% chance you won’t even be in the ‘electric chair’, and if you are, it is completely safe.”
Callie thought for a moment. “Ok, I’m in.”
Shannon thought about what was about to transpire. She also thought about her grades. She really needed to pass this class. “Me, too,” she added, “I’m in.”
“Great. The first thing we have to do is determine who will be playing what role. I have placed in this cup two slips of paper, one labeled ‘Subject’ and the other labeled ‘Operator’. Callie, since you’re the youngest, I’ll let you draw.”
Callie reached into the cup and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Her tiny hands quickly unfolded the paper and she smiled. “I’m the operator!” she beamed.
“Sorry, Shannon, looks like you’re the subject.”
Shannon let out a sigh. “Ok. Let’s get this over with,” she said, disgruntled with the outcome of the draw.
“Right. Shannon, hop up onto the chair and I’ll get you buckled in.”
Shannon turned her back to the chair and, placing her hands on the ends of the arm rests, jumped up and positioned herself on the seat. The wood felt cool against her bare thighs, making her wish she had worn something other than a short skirt and a light top. The man quickly buckled her right wrist down as she continued to settle into the chair.
Moving to Shannon’s other wrist, he said, “I apologize if they’re a little tight, but I want to make sure you don’t contaminate the results or interfere with the procedure by working yourself loose. Please spread your legs wider, so that your knees are on the edge of the chair”. Shannon scooted forward in the chair as the man pressed her knees apart, the hem of her skirt riding up her thighs. He knelt between her wide-spread legs and quickly wrapped the leather loops around her ankles and cinched them down, then removed her shoes, leaving her bare feet dangling in the air. He then moved behind the chair and began to fumble with a metal hoop that fit around her throat. “Callie, would you please hold her hair up for me so that I can get this on?” Callie placed a foot on one of the braces of the chair and stepped up to Shannon, gathered a handful of the imprisoned woman’s dark hair and lifted it up. Shannon could smell the girl’s fruit-scented perfume. She wondered if it was apple or pear, or perhaps a mixture of both. “Thank you,” the man said as he latched the neck restraint into place, then expertly slid the sides of the metal box-like contraption against Shannon’s head until it was firmly pressed against her ears, preventing her from moving her head sideways, and also blocking her peripheral vision. A metal bar was locked in place, holding the sides of the box in place and pinning her head against the back of the chair.
“Hey! What’s that for?” Shannon asked quickly.
“Just an extra measure of protection to prevent you from moving your head. I don’t want you faking a reaction by watching my movements. Your focus should be entirely on the memory device. And since you can still speak, I know that you can breathe. Ok, now Callie, you will need to help me with something else.”
“Sure. What?”
The professor began to walk over to a small cart upon which rested a cream-colored box with delicate wires draped across it. “Unbutton the subject’s blouse so that I can attach the EKG sensors.”
“What?” both girls said simultaneously.
“Undo the buttons on the subject’s blouse,” the man said to the young girl, “It is necessary for me to attach the EKG sensors to the subject’s skin in order to obtain an accurate reading. Otherwise the sensors won’t be able to detect the subject’s heart beat. It is for the subject’s safety.”
The young girl looked at the man, then looked at Shannon, then back at the man. Shannon started to object, but stopped herself. The man made a good point. This was for her safety, and it was science, and she would still be covered by her bra. She gave the girl an affirming smile and tried to relax. Tentatively, the teenager stepped up onto the brace of the chair and began to unfasten the buttons on Shannon’s top.
Shannon tested the restraints around her wrists and ankles nervously. She was having second thoughts and opened her mouth to ask a question when the man spoke again.
“I am conducting a medical experiment and am a trained medical professional. Do not interfere or there will be repercussions. It is necessary for the subject to be properly prepared in order to preserve the integrity of the experiment.”
Shannon looked at the man, then back at the young girl’s hands that fumbled at the buttons along the front of her top. She knew at least one of the repercussions would be her failure to complete her class. And she wasn’t the only one with something at stake. “She’s in the same situation,” Shannon thought to herself, “I can always take the class again, but can she?” Looking at the girl, Shannon realized that Callie had a lot to lose, too.
Callie continued to slip the small buttons through the holes of Shannon’s blouse, slowly working her way down the front until the final button was released.
“Now spread her top open as much as possible.”
The girl pulled at the hem of Shannon’s top, spreading the material until it slipped off Shannon’s shoulders and lay draped loosely across Shannon’s arms, the upper curves of Shannon’s pale mounds protruding above the rim of her bra. The doctor then said “Callie, please remove the subject’s undergarment.” Obediently, the young girl reached for Shannon’s bra.
Shannon began to have second thoughts. “Wait.”
“Callie, please loosen the subject’s bra so that we can begin the experiment.”
“Why?” Shannon exclaimed, “why do you need to do that?”
The man calmly answered, “Some garments contain wire supports and fasteners which might cause problems for the sensors due to the conductivity of the metal. Fabric can also create static electricity and produce false readings on the sensor inputs. Now, Callie, please remove the subject’s bra.”
Shannon inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves as the girl reached for the lacy cloth. Shannon was just a few years older than the girl, but so much more of a woman. The girl looked at the doctor, then slipped a young finger under the soft edge of Shannon’s bra and, grasping the fastener in the center between the cups, rotated the hook until the material parted. She slowly let the material slip away from her hands. Shannon’s firm breasts fell only slightly from the release of the support as the cloth lay loosely against her skin, her soft mounds still covered by the fabric. The girl turned and looked at the doctor, waiting for his next command.
“Now, slip the shoulder straps off and pull them down to the elbows. Be certain to keep the material well clear of the sensors. We don’t want anything to interfere with the readings.”
Shannon closed her eyes. She was about to have her breasts exposed to strangers. She couldn’t believe she had gotten herself into this predicament.
The young girl stepped up higher on the chair and leaned against Shannon’s bound body for support. Shannon felt the girl’s soft touch against her skin as Callie pulled the thin straps down off her shoulders. Shannon shivered slightly as the bra fell away, exposing her breasts to the man. The girl’s arm brushed against Shannon’s left breast as she fought to slip the garment down Shannon’s bare torso. When the undergarment would go no further, the girl silently slid backwards off of Shannon, coming to rest within a step of the chair. The girl looked up at Shannon’s exposed breasts, the two pale mounds capped by soft pink circles, and then looked at the man.
“I’m afraid that’s not good enough. The fabric will be too close to the sensors. You’ll have to cut her blouse off. There are some scissors on the table.”
The girl turned, walked to the table and picked up the scissors, then quickly approached Shannon’s bound body, eager to obey.
Shannon spoke up. “Hey, I paid a lot of money for this!’
Callie paused and looked at the man.
The man looked at the girl and said in a firm tone, “The university will cover all expenses and provide a reimbursement. Callie, please continue.”
The girl hopped up onto the chair and quickly snipped at the material across each of Shannon’s shoulders and along her ribs, each cut baring more of Shannon to the man, her skin just slightly tanned by the warming sunshine. When she had completed her task, she pulled the thin cloth away and tossed it onto the floor; a $100 designer top reduced to rags.
“Now the bra.”
Immediately the girl cut the limp straps and pulled the elastic away, tossing the ruined undergarment onto the small pile of clothing near the chair.
Shannon now sat immobile and half-naked, strapped securely to a heavy wooden chair, her breasts bobbing slightly with each nervous breath as her back rested against the hard wood.
She watched attentively as the man pushed the cart closer to her bound body. He picked up a small white packet and ripped it open, pulling out a small white medical wipe. He unfolded the tiny piece of sterile cloth and pressed the cold, wet square against her body. She could smell the lemon-scented alcohol as he rubbed the dripping cloth against her warm, soft flesh, marking two spots on either side of her sternum, one under each of her pale breasts. He then turned and lifted a pair of small metal sensors, each backed with adhesive, and sorted them in his hand as Callie stood near by, waiting to be called upon for assistance. The man glanced at the partially-nude body of the young woman in his experiment. Shannon wondered if he was enjoying this.
Stepping closer to the body of his subject, the man peeled a paper strip from one sensor and pressed the sticky metal dot under the trembling mound of her right breast. Shannon watched as he then pulled the strip from another sensor and pressed it against her skin on the left side, just under the gently-bobbing globe, directly across from the first tiny silver dot. Shannon glanced over to the young girl standing next to her bound body, Callie’s gaze studying the man as he lifted the delicate wires of the EKG machine and laid the ends across his arm, the small clips dangling from his sleeve.
The man picked up one thin wire attachment and, parting the toothed clip, reached towards Shannon. His hand brushed against the underside of her left boob as he snapped the jaws shut against silver mole of the first sensor. He then lifted the other thin wire and snapped it against the gleaming sensor under Shannon’s other breast, his other hand cupping the underside of her soft skin. Shannon gasped at the coldness of his hands and her nipples began to pucker. She closed her eyes, trying to suppress the sensations against her tits.
The man stepped back and stood next to the cart. Reaching underneath the box, he pulled out a small drawer and removed two small rectangular items. Shannon could see that each item was about two inches long, and was composed of two thin parallel metal rods with a spring on each end. As the man lifted the items from the cart, he said to the girl, “Stimulate the subject’s nipples so that I can attach these clamps.”
The girl turned to the man, uncertain as to what to do.
“Stimulate the subject’s nipples. As you can see, they are already beginning to contract. You can use your fingers to rub them until they are completely erect. The clamps must have a prominent surface in order to be properly affixed.”
The girl stammered, “I… I don’t think…”
“The clamps must have a prominent surface,” the man repeated sternly, “stimulate the subject’s nipples now so that I can proceed.”
Tentatively, the girl stepped up onto the brace and leaned against Shannon’s body for support as one tiny finger gently began to trace a small circle around Shannon’s areola, the dark skin beginning to tighten in response to the young girl’s soft touch. Shannon closed her eyes in embarrassment at how easily her body could be manipulated. She could smell the girl’s perfume and feel the warm breath against her bare skin as the teenager continued to massage the exposed skin of Shannon’s tits. Shannon could feel the first tingles of arousal between her wide-forked thighs, the familiar warmth below her belly. The sensitive teats continued to harden into angry pink stubs as the girl flicked at each rosy nipple, her painted nails rasping against the firm peaks. Shannon trembled as the girl continued to tease her bobbing globes, gasping slightly when the girl cupped her breasts and gave her teats a gentle squeeze.
“That is sufficient,” the man said, and the girl slowly slid back onto the floor, careful to avoid the dangling wires connected to Shannon’s torso as the scientist approached the subject’s body.
Shannon winced as the man pinched the dark nipple of her right tit between his thumb and forefinger. Pulling on the imprisoned woman’s breast, the man drew the sensitive skin away from her body slightly, then fitted the metal clamp over the sensitive nub. The springs held the two parallel bars tightly against her skin, causing her to wince slightly at the pressure. He released his grip on her breast and let it settle softly against her bare body, the clamp bobbing evilly against her pale mound. He tugged at the metal clamp slightly, checking its grip on her tit. Shannon squirmed at the pressure of the spring-loaded clamp pinching her flesh, even moreso as the man tightened it with a small set-screw. Satisfied with his work, the man flipped a small latch to hold the screw in place, trapping the bud in the clamp’s cruel grip.
Shannon stared at the small vice that now adorned her body, its shape indicating its sinister purpose, simple but effective in design. She inhaled nervously as the doctor reached up with the other clamp in his hand and paused. Unhappy with the young girl’s ministrations, the man began to gently blow on Shannon’s teat, watching closely, studying the skin as it drew itself tightly into a small bud. Shannon pulled against the bonds around her wrists, flexing her fingers as the doctor slipped the other clamp over her taut nipple and screwed it down firmly against her breast, the metal pressing the skin cruelly in its jaws.
The young girl stood riveted to her spot by the chair, transfixed by the sight of Shannon bound to the chair, the cold metallic clamps gently swaying with the motion of Shannon’s breasts as nearly-nude woman drew in a breath and exhaled deeply, trying to absorb the discomfort of the clamps on her bare skin, her body open and exposed.
The man lifted four more wires, two red and two black, one pair marked with a small piece of tape to distinguish the matched set, and snapped the spring-loaded jaws onto each clamp so that a red wire and a black wire ran to each of the evil metal devices adorning Shannon’s pale naked orbs
“You will notice,” the man said to the young girl as he stepped back to the cart, “that the red wires are connected to the upper rod and the black wires are connected to the lower rod. This way, the current will flow through the nipple rather than across the chest. This will cause the subject a great deal of discomfort without risking her health. Still, we will use the EKG to record the impact of the current on the subject’s body, to monitor the risk of a stray current interfering with the subject’s heart beat. The subject may feel like she’s dying, but the EKG will indicate the truth.”
“Hey!” Shannon said, sensing the ominous nature of this experiment, “Let me go. I want out of this thing right now!”
“You are a willing participant in a valid scientific experiment. Please do not interfere with the process or I will gag you.”
“I didn’t sign up for this!”
“Actually, you did. It was in the waiver you signed; perfectly legal and enforceable. That document will prove that the methods of the experiment were explained to you and that you willingly accepted the conditions of your participation. Now, if you persist in obstructing this project, I will gag you.”
Shannon opened her mouth to protest, again, then thought better of it and sat fuming in her chair.
The man turned and spoke to the young girl. “It is normal for a subject to demand to be released, often before the procedure has even started. This is why it is critical to have the subjects sign the waiver form prior to coming to the testing facility. This way, we do not have to release her, and so long as she is not permanently damaged, our liability can be contained. Sometimes you may find yourself doing things … uncomfortable … in the name of science. At those times, it is important to focus on the theoretical principle being tested, rather than social morals. Do you have any concerns?”
“No, I guess not,” the girl replied in a small voice.
The scientist moved over to the desk and flipped a lever on the machine. The sound of a human heartbeat began to echo off the bare walls of the room.
“You’re listening to a computer recreation of the subject’s heartbeat, based on the sensors attached to her skin. It will help monitor the subject’s stress level,” the man said. “Now I will test the generator.”
There was a loud click and Shannon jumped with surprise as the first jolt passed through the wires and across the clamps, stinging her nipples slightly.
“Hey!”
There was another loud click and a second charge, stronger than the first, passed along the wires and through the clamps that adorned her breasts, causing Shannon to jump again.
“Ow! That hurt!”
“The generator is working properly. You will notice that her heartbeat has increased it’s rhythm in response to the pain stimulus,” the man said to the young girl standing by the chair. “But as I mentioned, we are testing a pleasure stimulus as well. Callie, please take the scissors and remove the rest of the subject’s clothing.”
“WHAT?!” Shannon yelled with surprise.
“I told you once before, if you continue to obstruct the procedure I will gag you. You won’t get another warning.”
Shannon knew he meant what he said. She glared at the man as the young girl approached the bound woman’s body, the gleaming silver scissors pointed at the material draped across Shannon’s waist.
Grasping the hem of Shannon’s skirt, the young girl began snipping along the garment’s outseam, the cold steel cutting the light material all the way up towards the waistband, each snip revealing more of Shannon’s bare hip, until the waistband parted. Moving to the front of the chair, the young girl tugged at the loose material covering Shannon’s lap, yanking it out from under the bound woman, leaving her with only her black thong panties to cover her sex.
“Do you want me to remove these, too, sir?” Callie asked the seated man.
“Yes, please, Callie. We want to do a thorough job.”
Shannon flexed nervously against the restraints. She had hoped she would be allowed to preserve at least this part of her privacy, to keep this most intimate part of herself from the man’s eyes. But, bound tightly to the chair, she could do nothing to protect her last visage of modesty.
The girl lifted the thin string around Shannon’s waist and placed it between the gleaming jaws of the scissors. With one fluid motion, the elastic snapped loose and flew back across Shannon’s lap, a few tufts of dark hair protruding from under the thin triangle of cloth. Callie reached across Shannon’s lap for the other thin elastic string, being careful to avoid the wires dangling from the tips of the woman’s breasts, and lifted the dark elastic from Shannon’s hip before snipping it with the scissors. Callie then quickly pulled the scraps from Shannon’s waist, leaving the woman completely nude, her legs spread wide, the neatly trimmed hair of her mound of Venus exposed as she sat bound to the dark wood of the chair.
“Very good, Callie” the man said, “You make an excellent assistant.”
The young girl smiled at the compliment, “Thank you, sir.”
The man reached into the drawer and produced a clear acrylic rod, approximately the size and shape of man’s phallus, but with bare copper wires crisscrossing the length of the shaft and a cable protruding from the base. He then pulled out a tube of organic lubricant, and began squeezing the gel onto the rod. Smearing the jelly with his free hand, he looked at the young girl and said “Callie, be a dear and hold this for me, please.” The girl dutifully reached for the instrument, holding it by its base so as not to drop it.
The scientist strode over to where Shannon sat bound to the chair, naked and helpless. He reached under the seat and loosened a catch, causing the trapdoor of the seat to swing away, leaving Shannon to balance herself on the outer edges of the seat as her vulva now hung open and exposed to the man. She could feel his breath as he gazed up at her sex, and she began to squirm with the realization of what he was about to do.
“Callie, please insert the rod into the subject’s vagina.”
The girl stepped over to the young woman bound naked to the chair, positioning herself between the splayed legs of the subject. Kneeling in front of the naked woman, Callie ducked under the chair and placed the probe against Shannon’s opening. Shannon felt the tip of the rod pressing against her exposed sex and clenched hard, trying to keep the intruding piece of hard acrylic from penetrating her.
The girl pressed harder, shifting the direction of the terrible instrument as she tried to push it in.
“I can’t get it in,” the girl whined, “I think she’s fighting it.”
“That’s ok, Callie,” the man replied, “just use a slow, consistent push. Be persistent. The subject will eventually accept it.”
Shannon groaned as she continued to clinch her vaginal muscles, trying to keep the evil object from entering her body. As she squirmed on the chair, Shannon heard the click of the generator followed a split-second later by an abrupt shock to her tits. Shannon jumped against the hard wood of the chair, her limbs restrained by the leather bonds as a guttural shriek escaped her lips. The message was clear. Shannon surrendered her fight as the determined young girl pushed the length of the plastic dildo inside Shannon. She moaned from the pressure against the insides of her naked, bound body. “That’s it, keep pushing,” the man intoned, “all the way to the base. Now lock it in with that clasp so that she can’t push it out.”
Shannon fought against the intrusion of the device, feeling its full girth pressing against the interior of her sex, and she heard the sound of metal scraping against wood as Callie locked the instrument in place. Shannon was now naked and helplessly bound to the chair, wires dangling from clamps adorning her bobbing tits, impaled by a sinister instrument of torture as the monitor thump-thumped to the rhythm of her beating heart.
“You bastard,” Shannon growled.
The man turned to the eager young girl standing next to the imprisoned woman and said “Now that we have her strapped down and secured to the apparatus, we can begin the next phase of the experiment.”
The man reached over to a box on the table, opened it up, and pulled out a common child’s memory toy.
“A Simon!” the teenager exclaimed with glee.
“Yes. Simple, but effective,” the man said with a smirk to the girl. “And we’re going to play a game. I’m going tell you when to turn on the ‘memory device’ and it will flash a colored pattern. The subject will tell you what button to push to match that pattern. You will follow the subject’s directions explicitly, even if you know that the pattern is wrong. If the subject has remembered the pattern correctly, and if you can interpret her instructions correctly, the patterns will match. If there is a mistake, or if the subject is too slow to repeat the instructions or you are too slow to follow the instructions and time runs out, the device will make a noise. Now, to make sure that the subject is paying close attention to the device, there must be some sort of reward or punishment system. This game uses a punishment system during the trials, with a reward at the end for successful completion. If Simon indicates an error, then the subject will receive an electric shock, with each shock becoming increasingly stronger with each error. The first mistake will warrant a gentle shock, the next mistake will warrant a stronger shock, and so forth until the subject completes the game. Understand?”
“Yes, I think so,” the girl said, taking the Simon device from the man.
“You may go sit in the chair over there, but don’t move it. You must be facing the subject during the experiment and allow her to see the machine, except for when you are pushing the buttons on the device. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go take your seat and wait for my signal before you turn on the device.”
The girl walked over to the chair, about 10 feet in front of Shannon, and sat down, holding the Simon toy in her lap as any child would do.
“Shannon, are you ready?”
Shannon inhaled deeply and made a defiant fist with her right hand.
The scientist touched the small box on his desk and Shannon heard the too-familiar click followed by the electric pulse. The wires bounced as she twitched from the shock.
“Ow! Fuck!”
“You will respond when spoken to. And you will now watch the memory device and repeat the pattern it displays,” the man said sternly. In a mocking tone, he continued, “Simon is a computer. Simon has a brain. You either do what Simon says, or else you feel some pain. Callie, please switch on the Simon device.”
The teenager slid the power switch and the round electronic toy came to life in a series of beeps and flashing lights.
It then beeped a tone and lit the red indicator lamp.
“Red,” Shannon said flatly.
Callie pressed the red button. Simon acknowledged the correct selection, and followed it with the red lamp and a green lamp.
“Red, green,” Shannon dutifully called out.
Callie followed her instruction and the machine acknowledged the correct response.
The machine added another light to the series.
“Red, green, red,” Shannon responded.
Callie pressed the correct sequence and the Simon accepted the answer.
Soon the tandem had progressed through a sequence of 8 correct responses and was working towards the next set. The beeping of the Simon machine intermixed with the loud thump-thump of the heart-rate monitor as the game continued, giving and accepting sequences of random colors. Shannon could feel her pulse quicken as the mental stress increased, the monitor calling out her physical response to everyone in the room. They were working their way through a sequence of 17 lights, Shannon totally focused on the blinking disc as Callie pressed the buttons in the order Shannon called out, the heart beat echoing off the walls of the lab, when Simon suddenly indicated an error with a off-pitch hum of disappointment.
Shannon heard the click even before the disc had finished humming. She winced slightly as the painful current passed through her tits. The shock was mild, but it served its purpose.
“14”, the scientist noted, “I had hoped with two individuals of your intelligence that you would score higher. Let’s start over. And Shannon, that was Shock Level One.”
“Glad to hear it,” Shannon said sarcastically.
Callie reset the glowing disc and the game began anew.
Shannon focused on the blinking lights, trying to remember the correct sequence. The game progressed slowly, with each sequence being repeated before a new color was added. Shannon celebrated briefly as she passed 14 correct and continued to work her way past a sequence of 17. She was progressing higher when something went wrong and Simon groaned with disappointment again.
Shannon again heard the click, followed by a slightly stronger shock to her tits. She grimaced as she fought back the pain.
“Let me guess,” she breathed through her teeth, “Shock Level Two.”
“Correct. Callie, reset the game.”
The teenager worked the electronic disc as Shannon called out the colors. With each additional light, Shannon began grow more concerned, more focused on the device. She also began to wonder how high the shock machine was capable of going. The last shock had stung, certainly more than the first one. If the others were progressively worse than that, she wondered how long she was capable of going before she hit her limits mentally and physically.
That moment’s loss of focus proved to be a mistake.
Simon growled with disapproval again, and Shannon heard the evil click again. Her breasts bounced as she jerked against the leather bonds of the chair, her hands flexing into fists as she fought back the pain. She felt warm from the exertion, particularly where the electricity had pierced her body. “I’m not going to let him break me,” she thought to herself, “I’m going to beat this game.”
“That was Level Three. Interesting that your reaction was less noticeable than it was earlier. You’re either getting stronger or you’re building a resistance to pain. This machine can go up to Level Seven. Perhaps that’s something for you to consider.”
“Fuck you,” Shannon growled, “just reset the machine and let’s get this over with.”
Callie reset the game and Simon once again began building a sequence of colors.
Shannon called out each sequence correctly. At 17 in a row Callie glanced up at Shannon and gave a celebratory smile before moving on to the 18th sequence. The two females, one stripped naked and strapped to a torture chair, the other fully clothed, managed to get to 21 in a row before receiving the ominous error tone.
Another click, and this time the current was enough to elicit a painful yelp as Shannon twitched against her bonds, the wires jumping as her breasts bobbed in the air of the makeshift lab. She could feel the shaft of the artificial phallus buried deep inside her body sliding up and down her tunnel as she recoiled backwards against the chair, her legs held firmly by the straps around her ankles.
“Ow! Fuck!” Shannon shouted, “Fuck! It wasn’t me! It was her! She pressed the wrong buttons!”
“I’m sorry!” Callie cried out, “I didn’t mean to! I thought I had already hit the red button twice!”
“It doesn’t matter,” the man said, “it’s either right, or it’s wrong. And a wrong answer triggers punishment. Those are the rules. Remember, Simon is a computer. Simon has a brain. You do what Simon says….”
“Or else I feel some pain.” Shannon snarled angrily.
Callie looked down remorsefully, softly whispered “I’m sorry”, and touched the reset button. To Shannon she seemed so small, so young. Simon blinked a colored light and Shannon responded, “Blue. I know you are. That’s ok. Blue, red. I know you didn’t mean to do it. Blue, red, green.”
The two began building another sequence, climbing slowly through the color combinations again. They no longer celebrated their success at passing the 14 and 17 marks. Shannon could feel the perspiration on her body as she repeated the sequence Simon gave her, a mental slave to the blinking disc just as much as Callie was forcing herself to obey Shannon’s commands. A bead of sweat collected on her chest, then trickled between the furrow of her shuddering breasts before racing across the flat expanse of her tummy, disappearing into the tangled forest of her Mound of Venus to mix with the juices between her wide-spread thighs. Shannon settled into a focused trance, her eyes never leaving the colors of the disc. All that existed to her was the blinking lights. The fact that she was naked and exposed, helplessly bound before the young girl and the older man, electrified clamps pinching her nipples and an evil shaft buried deep inside her body, was of no concern to her. All that mattered was reciting the correct sequence of lights.
Suddenly, Simon let out a groan of disappointment.
“No! Please please please please…” Callie begged softly, as Shannon, bound to the chair, watched with horror.
Shannon knew what was coming. The professor touched the switch and Shannon heard the click. She grabbed the armrest tightly with her hands, bracing herself for the impact of the charge as it raced through the wires and into the clamps on her nipples. Shannon jumped visibly, a deep grunt escaping from her throat as the electricity impacted her nude, bound body, her breasts bobbing angrily as the shaft slid up and down her sex. She gasped as she tried to absorb the punishment, and she could feel the perspiration collecting on her body as she choked back a sob.
“Level Five,” the man said forcefully, “Callie, please reset the Simon device.”
“No,” the girl pleaded, “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Perhaps you would care to switch places with the subject?”
“No,” she said quietly, and pressed the switch to reset the game.
“You bastard,” Shannon growled, “she’s just a child!”
“She’s a scientist,” the man replied.
Simon blinked red.
Shannon responded.
Callie pressed the red button.
And they began to build another sequence.
Shannon didn’t know how long she had been at it, trying to outsmart a simple child’s toy, and she was genuinely worried about whether she could finish the game at all. She had focused all of her energy on the Simon machine for the previous two levels but she had failed and been punished for her failure. How could she succeed now, when she was becoming fatigued mentally and physically? What if she couldn’t do it? Could she take the final two Shock Levels? Could she handle that much pain? She sat naked on the chair, her legs spread wide before the girl who was now totally focused on the blinking disc. Shannon wondered what she must look like to Callie, a naked woman bound to the chair at wrists, hips and ankles; her head imprisoned in the metal box attached to the top of the chair as evil wires dangled from the clamps on her tits. She could feel her sweat mixing with the lubricant below the cleft of her vulva, the lips of her sex wrapped around the terrible hard plastic phallus. Even now, as her mind began to drift to her body, she could recite the random pattern of colored lights.
Suddenly, Simon began to blink out of sequence.
Shannon snapped alert. “Red!Green!Blue!Red!Red!Blue! What the fuck! Oh god! What’s happening?” She began to panic and pull at the bonds holding her fast to the chair. “Please! please don’t shock me! It’s the machine!”
Callie looked at the man with concern about what was happening. “I think the machine is malfunctioning,” she said, shaking the circular device.
“Congratulations. That is the machine celebrating your victory. You have succeeded,” the man said, “You have finished the game correctly.” The man rose up and moved from behind the desk to stand between Shannon and Callie. “And as I promised, if you succeeded at finishing the game, you would be rewarded.”
“You’re going to release me?”
“No.”
“Then what?” she said suspiciously.
“I’m going to give you a surprise.”
“You bastard! I played your game! What are you going to do to me now?!”
The man ignored her. Callie sat in the chair watching Shannon tug at the bonds around her wrists and ankles, her chest heaving with each breath as she fought against the grip of the chair. Callie’s curious gaze followed the man as he moved back behind his desk. He pressed a button on the cream-colored box and slowly turned a dial set on its face.
“What…?” Shannon started to ask, but then she began to feel something; something happening between the cleft of her sex.
It was a low tingling within her vulva; not painful, but she could definitely feel it. Slowly, she began to realize that it wasn’t painful at all. In fact, it tickled a little. And then it tickled a little more. It seemed to be pulsing slightly, increasing in strength, pulsing against her clit from deep inside her cunt. The feeling grew stronger and she was becoming aroused as the electric phallus throbbed within her sex. Gradually the tingling manifested itself in a persistent throbbing sensation and she could feel her heartbeat beginning to increase as her breath grew shallower. She closed her eyes as a warmth formed beneath her belly; the mechanical rhythm of the phallus pushing her unceasingly towards a climax. She inhaled deeply as wave after wonderful wave of pleasure began to emanate from her hips. She drew up her breasts, even as the wires bounced against the clamps on her tits, arching her back as she tried to bring the clear plastic spike deeper into her sex. She bucked and rode the clear plastic spike, her hands gripping the stout wood armrests of the chair as her feet danced in the air. Shannon was struggling towards her orgasm, fighting the restraints on her body, trying to release the pain and frustrations she had endured at the hands of the man. She groaned as the tingling surged through her body, the plastic device throbbing and pulsing with energy between her legs. She gasped and exhaled through her teeth like a marathon runner, seeking the wonderful endorphin rush. One final wave coursed through her body and pushed her over the top and she exploded in a physical supernova of sexual energy.
She sat gasping on the chair, out of breath, her eyes closed in a dreamy state of near-consciousness, a sheen of sweat glistening on her bare skin as the waves crashed and receded within her, the energy falling back upon itself as the powerful force subsided.
Callie noticed the changes in Shannon, too. The young girl looked at the man. “Did you hurt her very much?” she asked, innocently.
“No, just the opposite,” the man replied, “I would say she enjoyed that very much.”
“I mean before. When we were playing the game.”
“It was uncomfortable for her, yes.”
“Can I…” the girl started, “can I touch her?”
“Certainly.”
The girl got up from the chair and walked over to where Shannon sat, completely spent, resting on the chair, the clamps on her tits bobbing with each ragged breath, the wonderful electric spike still impaled deep in her snatch. Callie reached her hand out, tentatively touching the woman’s bare breast, feeling the warm slickness of her skin, careful not to disturb the metallic clamps still pinned on her teats. She drew her hand along the underside of the bobbing mound, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the naked woman whose head was still encased in the metal box.
“Who… who is that?” Shannon asked groggily, unable to see the girl from the confines of the box around her head.
“You look so beautiful,” Callie responded as she continued to gently wipe the sweat from Shannon’s glistening body. The girl ran her hand between the valley of Shannon’s breasts, then down her tummy and across her hips, letting her hand just graze the edge of tangled fur between Shannon’s wide-forked thighs. Shannon exhaled with pleasure at the girl’s touch and shifted slightly in the chair.
“That feels good,” she said.
The girl smiled at her, and asked “did it hurt when he was shocking you?”
“It hurt like hell.”
“Did you think … did you feel … ?”
“I felt like I wanted out of this damn chair. I just hoped I could do it without experiencing the next two shock levels.” Shannon then said angrily to the man, “Now get me out of this thing!”
“Of course,” the man said, “and when you’re out, it will be Callie’s turn.”
“WHAT?!” the two females said in unison.
“It will be Callie’s turn to sit in the chair and play the game.”
The younger girl shrieked and ran towards the door, tugging furiously at the knob. The door would not yield. It was securely locked and the man had the key.
“No! Please!” she pleaded, “I didn’t do anything wrong! I did what you asked me to do! Don’t put me on that thing! Not me! I’m…I’m still a virgin!” she screamed.
“You fucking bastard!” Shannon yelled, “Let her go!”
The man calmly said, “I would consider changing the parameters of the experiment, if… and only if… Shannon agrees to play it again. Right now. Where we left off.”
The girl stood by the door, both hands grasping the knob tightly, her eyes pleading with Shannon to help her.
Shannon thought about the terms. She had been through so much. She knew how much the shocks had hurt, and would hurt even more now. She wanted to be freed from the evil pain of the torture chair, but … to put Callie on that monstrosity…
“What do you mean by ‘where we left off’? Would we start at Shock Level One? There were only two more shock levels left.”
“You would still get seven tries, but because you’ve already been through the first five shock levels, your first mistake would warrant Shock Level Six. Each mistake after that would be at Shock Level Seven.”
Shannon made fists with her hands and shuddered. She shifted uneasily in the chair, her body shivering from the abuse she had already experienced, the cruel wires dancing in the air of the lab as the clamps attached to her nipples floated against her trembling breasts.
Callie looked at Shannon, crying, “Please? Don’t let him hurt me!”
Shannon looked at the girl and closed her eyes. She inhaled deeply and said, “Ok.”
“Callie, please return to your position and pick up the Simon device,” the man said.
Slowly, the girl shuffled back to the chair and picked up the colorful disc.
“Callie, are you ready?” the man asked.
“Yes,” she responded in a tiny voice.
“Shannon, are you ready?”
“Fuck you.”
Shannon heard the familiar click and braced herself, her fingers curling around the edges of the armrest just as the current reached her body. Again her nipples received the malevolent charge and she drew a sharp breath between clenched teeth.
“That was a warning to encourage cooperation. I would advise you to pay attention. That was Shock Level One.”
“I thought it felt familiar.”
“The next one will be at Shock Level Six.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
“Callie, you may begin,” the man intoned.
The girl pressed the reset button and Simon awoke from electronic slumber. The machine blinked blue in greeting.
“Blue.” Shannon said flatly, shifting slightly in the chair as the acrylic pressed against the walls of her tunnel.
Callie pressed the blue button.
Simon responded with two lights. The game was on again.
Slowly, the two females began building another sequence, the disc clutched tightly in Callie’s hands as Shannon called out the colors. Shannon felt groggy from the exertion of her body, her muscles fatigued by the painful shocks to her teats and the pleasurable pulse within her cleft. She tried to clear her mind, to focus on the slowly lengthening series of colors, each sequence repeated over and over with just one more piece to remember. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she watched the blinking disc, her naked body bound to the evil chair as Callie’s tiny hands pressed each button in proper sequence. Together they passed the 14 mark, then the 17 mark. But there was no celebrating now; just a desperate gambit to finish the game.
Then, Simon elicited an electronic hum of disappointment.
Shannon’s breathing grew shallow as she grasped the arms of the chair, bracing for the pain. She could hear the thump-thump of her own heart beat as it quickened its pace in anticipation of the stress her body was about to receive.
She heard the click, and she was slammed against the back of the chair by the impact of the charge. A scream escaped from her throat as she kicked against the restraints around her ankles, her hands clenched tightly as her breasts bobbed angrily in the air, each nipple capped by the cruel metal clamps on her tits. “Fuck!” she shouted, gasping and drawing gulps of air into her lungs as fresh perspiration began to mix with the oils still glistening on her skin, “Fuck!”
“Shock Level Six.”
“Oh, fuck!”
“Yes, you said that already. Let’s continue, shall we? Callie, please reset the machine.”
“Wait,” Shannon said, trying to regain her composure, “wait, please.”
“Callie, please reset the machine.”
“Wait! Please!”
Callie looked at Shannon apologetically. And then her hand moved the reset button.
Simon blinked blue.
Shannon swallowed, gasped, and said “Blue”.
Shannon’s hair was matted to her forehead, wet with perspiration. Unable to wipe her face, droplets of sweat had begun to seep into the corners of her eyes, stinging her orbs with her own salinity. She squeezed her eyes tightly, trying to clear the moisture so that she could see the Simon machine. Pursing her lips, she blew her own breath back onto her face; trying to clear her eyes.
Simon sat quietly waiting for her response. Callie looked up at her, terrified, her hands pausing over the colored buttons.
“Oh, fuck…” was all Shannon could say as Simon growled with disappointment again.
She heard the click from the evil box on the desk just out of her line of sight, and gripped the armrest of the chair tightly.
Again she was slammed back against the chair, her hips riding up and down the length of the acrylic spike. Every muscle in her body seemed to clench at the same time, her legs pressing firmly against chair’s braces, her muscles flexing hard as her breasts were lifted by the force of the charge entering her body, each pale mound tugged by the wires connected to the cruel metal vices. The deep thump-thump of her heart raced as a pitiful wail emanated from the box surrounding her head, and she realized it was her own voice, its tone cracked and broken by the impossible dryness of her mouth.
“Fuck”, was all she could say between each gulp of breath. She tried to swallow, but all moisture had left her mouth. “Fuck. I … I can’t see.”
Callie, scared, watched with horror as Shannon sat gasping on the chair, her eyes closed as fresh sweat streaked down her body.
“Please! She can’t see!” the young girl pleaded to the man. “Let me at least wipe her face off so she can see!”
“Very well. You may wipe her face, but be quick about it.”
The young girl set the Simon device on the floor and rushed over to the gasping body of the naked woman. Grabbing the ruined remnants of Shannon’s blouse, the young girl scampered up the braces of the chair and began to wipe the moisture from Shannon’s face. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” she cried.
Shannon gulped and gasped as Callie pressed the cloth to the tortured woman’s forehead. Callie looked at Shannon as she patted the cloth across her skin. “Thank you ”, the girl said softly to the panting woman, “thank you for not letting him touch me.”
“You’re welcome,” Shannon croaked, “and thank you for wiping my eyes.”
Callie smiled, dabbed at Shannon’s face, and said, “I don’t like seeing you get hurt. But… you’re very brave to do this. Do you think you can win?”
Shannon licked her lips, grinned, and said “If that’s the worst he can do, I know I can. We did it earlier, and we can do it again.” Shannon blinked and looked into the girl’s eyes. “Just make sure you don’t press the wrong button.”
A slight grin flashed across the girl’s face and she nodded, “Ok”.
“Please return to your seat, Callie,” the man said, “it’s time to continue the experiment.”
The girl bowed her head to Shannon and whispered, “Good luck”, then climbed down the chair and walked back to her seat. Grasping the colorful disc, she settled into the plastic chair and looked up at the sweat-streaked body of the naked woman bound to the heavy wooden planks, wrists and ankles cuffed tightly, matted hair encased in a metal box, her bare breasts topped by cruel metal clamps attached to wires trailing back to the generator on the man’s desk.
“Callie, are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m ready, too,” Shannon said quickly, before the man could speak.
“I’m glad to see such enthusiasm for this project,” he said sarcastically, “your behavior has improved considerably.”
Shannon squirmed in the seat, resisting the urge to respond.
“Callie, please reset the Simon machine.”
The girl reached down and Simon initiated a new sequence, cheerily blinking a green light.
“Green”, Shannon responded.
Callie pressed the green button, and the game began anew.
Working together, the two females slowly built a string of colors, passing the 14 and 17 marks, again without celebration, and climbing into the 20’s. At 23, Shannon hesitated, uncertain of the combination. “Red, red, blue, green… “ her voice broke. She swallowed, took a deep breath. She couldn’t remember! Red, red, blue, green… fuck!
Callie looked at her, meeting Shannon’s gaze, and glanced down at the machine. Shannon recognized the signal. Callie’s index finger pointed to yellow. “Yellow!” Shannon shouted, and continued, “yellow, green, red, blue!”
Callie dutifully pressed the buttons and Simon acknowledged her success.
And then Shannon heard the familiar click of the generator and reflexively braced herself for the shock. She grimaced as the buzz of the electricity coursed across her torso. It wasn’t as strong as the previous shock; she wondered if it was a Level One or Two.
“What was that for?” she exclaimed.
“To discourage cheating during the procedure. The next time will be much more severe,” the man replied. “Callie, reset the machine.”
Callie held her head down as she pressed the buttons. She could not help the bound woman sitting naked only a few feet away from her. She could only watch as Shannon was tortured by the wires dangling from her body.
Simon blinked again, and slowly the two girls followed the sequence built by the Simon machine, each time adding a new color to the expanding string of random lights. Shannon could feel the warmth of her body as the sweat formed on her skin, the moisture collecting into tiny pearls that trickled between the furrow of her breasts before racing across her trembling tummy and burying themselves deep into the cleft of her sex. She flexed her hands, her wrists pinned against the pools forming on the wooden planks of the chair’s armrests. She could feel the immovable phallus buried deep in her hips as she recited the colors dictated to her by the Simon machine. She concentrated on memorizing the meaningless series, trying to avoid the painful shocks that punished her body for her mind’s failure to obey Simon’s commands.
Callie, sitting in the small plastic chair, clothed and unfettered, yet bound to her duty just as firmly as Shannon was bound to the torture chair, softly pressed each colored button on the disc, not bothering to look at Shannon now, just listening to the nude woman’s voice as she called out the sequence of colored lights.
Finally, the Simon machine gave another celebratory fanfare as the game was completed.
Callie looked up and smiled weakly as Shannon slumped against the restraints of the chair, releasing the pain and stress from her ordeal.
“Congratulations, Shannon. Now you will receive the reward intended for Callie, since you bore her load in this phase of the experiment.”
Shannon gasped slightly as the acrylic spike buried deep in her body came to life again, a low throb tickling against the lips of her sex at first, then gently building up the length of the shaft, going deeper inside of her as the electricity tickled her nerves with pleasure. She straightened her body as the sensation continued, a rhythmic beat along the shaft, pulsing against her skin as she flexed against the bonds of the chair. She closed her eyes and let out a pleasurable moan, letting the machine tickle her deepest sensitivity. Electricity coursed provocatively through her mound as she began to grind her hips against the immovable object, flexing against the artificial phallus as it sought out her pleasure zones and stimulated them mechanically. Shannon could feel the waves beginning to build again, the familiar warmth down below her belly as she began to ride the hard plastic spike, letting it push deeper into her, bringing her closer to her final release. The beating of her heart echoed off the walls of the room as the monitor replicated the pumping of her blood through her veins, increasing the rhythmic rate as she gasped and moaned with pleasure on the chair. The storm within her belly grew in intensity, the clouds darkening with sexual release as she sat naked and exposed, the pulse cascading throughout her body, pushing her higher with the energy of her arousal. She gripped the arms of the chair tightly, her legs pressed against the dark-stained wood as she crested with her orgasm. Yes, yes. Oh yes!
And then Shannon’s world dimmed into a fog of pain and agony as the metal clamps adorning her breasts delivered a hard punch of voltage to her body.
Shannon felt like she had exploded. A loud scream echoed off the walls as she felt her body ripped apart by the electricity between her legs and the shock across her nipples. Her heart beat angrily as she gasped and choked and panted and cried and … smiled. Her body slumped against the wood, her face still trapped in the metal vise of the head restraint. “Oh…. Fuck….” was all she could say.
Callie stared at the body of the nearly unconscious woman, studying her intently. Not bothering to look at the man, she asked “Did you shock her?”
“Yes,” the man replied.
“Why?”
“To see if pleasure, even under duress, can overcome pain. And in her instance, it did. She came all over the chair. See for yourself. She’s a creamer.”
Callie looked closer, and saw the white film of Shannon’s cum pooling beneath the body of the nude woman. Shannon’s eyes were closed as she rested against the chair. Callie stood up and moved closer to Shannon’s glistening body, examining the exhausted woman bound to the cruel device. “She looks so beautiful, so peaceful, but so … spent … as well,” Callie said. “Shannon, are you ok?”
“Umm-mmm,” Shannon replied dreamily, “I’m fine. But I am very… very tired.”
Callie looked at the man. “Can I free her?”
“Certainly. You may release her head restraint, but you must follow my directions for the rest.”
Callie stepped up onto the chair and released the locking bar holding the two plates against Shannon’s head, and slid the plates away to the sides of the headrest. Shannon’s chin fell to her chest as she lazily rolled her head around, stretching the muscles of her neck. Her neck ached with stiffness from her confinement and she moaned softly. “Thank you,” she said to the girl.
The man strode over to the two girls, the younger one standing on the brace of the chair’s platform as the older one sat naked and bound. He reached up to the clamps pinned to the woman’s breasts and began unscrewing the bolts holding the wires to her body, leaving the clamps firmly attached to the rigid tips of her breasts. The man began to spool the length of wire between his hands and said to the young girl “Callie, please loosen and remove the clamps.”
Callie studied the two clamps, trying to figure out how they attached. The man noticed this and said “First, release the hasps on the sides, like you would on a necklace, then unscrew the two small bolts until they come loose. You don’t need to unscrew them all the way; just enough so that the clamps are loose. The subject’s skin may stick a little to the metal, and it will be more painful for the subject during the removal than when they were attached, so you’ll want to go slow.”
Callie nodded and flipped the small hasp on the side of each clamp, then looked into Shannon’s eyes and said, “Are you ready?” Shannon nodded and braced herself as Callie loosened to small screws. Shannon inhaled deeply, absorbing the pain as blood rushed back into her crushed skin, the nerve endings burning after being pinched by the cruel metal. Shannon flinched and gasped as Callie gently rubbed the tipped peaks of her nipples, the young girl’s fingers gently massaging the sensitive teats as Shannon winced with pain. Callie cupped Shannon’s breasts with her palms, kneading the dark areolas with her thumbs as Shannon breathed deeply and leaned against the damp wood of the chair, enjoying the sensation of the young girl’s hands pressed against her body.
“Ms. Young,” the man said from the desk as he placed the spool of wire into a box.
“Yes, sir?” Callie responded.
“Please remove the probe from the base of the chair and bring it to me.”
Callie looked at Shannon one last time and smiled, then hopped off the brace and ducked under the chair. Loosening the two latches holding the base of the acrylic rod, she started to touch the device before noticing the droplets of Shannon’s cum that clung to the bottom of the shaft. Picking up a piece of Shannon’s ruined clothing, she draped it across her hand before grasping the instrument of torture and tugging it slightly. “Mmmm…” Shannon moaned, feeling the hard plastic phallus exiting her body. She exhaled softly through her mouth, her breath whistling across her teeth, as Callie withdrew the device.
Callie, cradling the implement in the cloth, handed it to the man, who placed it in a plastic bag. “Thank you. I’ll have this sterilized later,” the man said, “I have everything I need so I’m going to go back to my office to prepare my report. You’ll find some bottles of water in that cooler over there, and some clothing for the subject in this bag. When you’ve finished releasing the subject from the examination chair, you may go. Don’t forget to prepare your notes and observations tonight so that we may go over them tomorrow in class.”
“Yes, sir.”
Shannon snapped awake. “In class? What class?”
The man responded, “Yes. This has been a scientific experiment conducted under the auspices of the university and the school system, and the results will be public knowledge.”
Shannon, alarmed, said, “You mean every high school weenie is going to be tossing off to images of me in this chair?”
The man calmly replied, “No, not you by name. You are simply an unidentified subject. As for ‘high school weenies’ masturbating, I’m afraid that’s an uncontrollable juvenile response ancillary to the experiment.”
“You bastard!”
“Yes, you’ve already pointed that out,” the man replied. Turning to the younger girl, he said, “Callie, this room is reserved for the rest of the day. I suggest you take your time and perhaps wait a bit before letting her go.”
Callie smiled at the joke. “Yes, sir.”
Shannon sat fuming in the chair as the man gathered his things and handed Callie a key. “This is for the door. Please lock up when you’re done here. You can give the key to me tomorrow.” Callie accepted the key from the man and followed him to the door, pulled it shut and locked it again.
Shannon watched as Callie slowly walked back towards the nude body of the bound woman. Callie tucked the key into her pocked, then folded her hands behind her back. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she said.
“I’m not mad at you.”
“Well, you’re about to be, because I’m not going to release you. At least not just yet.”
“And why not?”
“Because you were so beautiful a moment ago, and I … I’d like to try something.”
“Like what,” Shannon asked pointedly.
“Like… I want to see it again. I want to see you cum again.”
“I’d rather not. I’m not exactly in the mood.”
“Please don’t be mad. I won’t hurt you; I promise. It’s just that… I want to know… I want to see… I… I’ve never seen something like that and I want to see it again. And, I want to do it… to you.”
Callie was now standing on the brace of the chair, close enough that Shannon could feel her breath as she spoke.
“You were so beautiful just now, so at peace; just with… everything,” Callie said, her slender fingers picking at loose strands of hair on Shannon’s sweat-matted brow, “I want to see you like that again. And I want to see you cream again.” Callie leaned in again and kissed Shannon gently on the cheek. “I promise I won’t hurt you, ok?”
Shannon turned her head and looked at the girl, trying to think of a response as Callie leaned in and kissed her again; this time on the lips.
Shannon could taste Callie’s lip gloss, the sweetness mixed with the girl’s scent as soft lips met her own. Shannon, stunned, felt Callie’s tongue as it slid along Shannon’s lips. Shannon cautiously slid her tongue forward as Callie playfully tapped against her teeth. Delicately, Callie began to probe into Shannon’s mouth, letting her tongue slide and surround Shannon’s as the two girls kissed. Callie nibbled at Shannon’s lower lip as she pulled away, Shannon leaning forward to follow the girl’s mouth.
Smiling at the reaction she’d received, Callie leaned in to Shannon again, their lips closing once more. Callie, bracing herself against the chair with one hand, let her free hand roam across Shannon’s chest, feeling Shannon’s responses as her hand cupped the moist slickness of Shannon’s breasts. Shannon twitched slightly as Callie’s fingers found the wounded nipples, the girl’s nails drawing circles against the soft skin as the areolas once again began to pucker and tighten. Shannon moaned through Callie’s mouth as Callie playfully tweaked the pink nubs with her finger nails, feeling Shannon’s body respond to her caress.
“Poor thing, I know they hurt,” Callie whispered, “Let me take your mind off of that.”
Callie slid off the brace and disappeared under the chair. Suddenly, Shannon felt the girl’s breath against her bottom, then the sharp rasp of a finger nail against the pouty lips of her sex. Callie stroked the tender flesh of Shannon’s cleft, gently slipping a probing finger between the folds of skin. Shannon gasped and jumped as Callie poked at the swollen head of Shannon’s clit, the nerves still hypersensitive to the young girl’s touch despite the abuse of the electric shock received moments earlier.
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