The Untold Story of Sarah Ch. 08

I could hear a faint drip echoing in the darkness. My eyes were open but I couldn't see. I felt panic well up inside me and I pulled my hand toward my eyes. My wrist stopped after a couple inches of movement, and I felt cold metal digging into my soft skin. I pulled my left hand, and once again I felt the freezing steel press tightly around my wrist.

I felt panic well up in my chest. I started to breathe heavy, and struggled against the metal. Upon my movement I discovered my feet were also bound, and there was a tight plate around my waist. I was pinned to the wall. I couldn't see or move. I was afraid if I spoke something bad would happen. I began to whimper out of despair.

Suddenly I heard a noise echoing from somewhere in the room. I couldn't really tell if it was in the room or if it was a sound loud enough to echo through the building, but I could have sworn it sounded like someone talking. I strained my ears against the darkness, while I blinked continually. I couldn't make out what was going on, or where the sound came from. Suddenly I felt a searing pain shoot from underneath my breast. I gasped and cried out of shock. Someone chuckled, and I could make out footsteps as the attacker walked away from me.

"Who... who are you?" I asked between tears. It felt like someone cut me open with a large knife.

"Just a scientist my dear, just a scientist..."

"Why are you doing this to me? Where are my friends? Why can't I see?"

"Stop asking questions... you are distracting me from my work." I thrashed against the chains. I didn't want to be used for experimentation. I didn't want to be held against my will. I wanted to see Michelle. All I could remember was the scared look in her eyes as the deranged doctor shot me. Shot me! I was shot by something.

"Are you the woman who shot me?" I asked reaching for something more to hold onto than this dark reality that was striking me.

"Ha, no I am just a simple scientist who does as told. Just a routine job, nothing more than like what you do Sarah."

"How do you know my name?" I asked completely shocked. My heart was in my throat, and I felt my knees start to shake. I wanted to sit down, but I was being held in place by the chains. My arms hung loosely from the cuffs around my wrists. I knew if they were kept this way for too long I would suffocate, the same way people suffocated from crucifixion.

"Sarah Sarah Sarah, we all know your name. You are Test Subject Number Thirty Two." I could hear typing from the keys on a keyboard. Another sound of footsteps echoed in the room, and I felt a hand cup my breast. Then a searing pain shot through my body as something sharp pushed into my nipple. I screamed out of pain. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Why are you torturing me?" I asked out of desperation for something more than a cryptic answer. Why was this scientist attacking me? Where was Michelle... where were the other girls from our group?

"This isn't torture!" I could hear the woman scoff as she worked on her keyboard.

"Haha... no this is torture at all Subject Thirty Two." A second voice said. It came from somewhere to my left and I turned my head to attempt to look at the one who spoke. Why couldn't I see? What had they done to me?

"Who are you?" I asked the new comer.

"I can't tell you that Thirty Two." Her voice was smooth. Sensual. It was intoxicating.

"Why am I... why am I this Subject Thirty Two? What does that mean?" I asked knowing that the answer would be chortling from the scientists.

"Hold still." The smooth voiced woman said. I felt a hand press against my throat. I thrashed against her. My heart was racing, and I could hear the thunderous sound in my ears, "Do you want me to take your eye out?"

I felt another hand press to my temple. Someone else was holding my head still. The two were probably standing close to me, pinning my head between their strong grips. I felt cold metal tweezers peel my eyelids open. They were sharp, but didn't stab or poke. There was a sound of an aerosol spray, and I felt the misting on my eye. My eye hurt, and I could feel tears welling up in them. I moaned out a cry for help, but I knew it was useless.

"Okay you are going to feel another pinch. Do not move or you will lose your vision forever." I could sense a needle getting closer to my face. I don't know how, but I could tell that they were going to put something into my eye. I cried out, and I felt something penetrate my pupil. It was wrong. It felt unnatural, but it didn't hurt. The spray they used must haven numbed my eye.

After a minute of extreme discomfort, they moved to my other eye. I held still this time for them. I knew that if I tried to move it would hurt far worse than if I stood still. One of the women patted my shoulder, and I could hear them chatting numbers between themselves. My eyes were still held by the metallic tweezers. They were drying out. I wanted to blink, but I couldn't.

After a minute one of the women walked close to me. I could feel her body radiating heat as she leaned over to remove the metal that was holding my eyelids open. After she pulled the last metallic piece out, I closed my eyes immediately to blink away the dryness that was overtaking them.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked again, hoping once again for something more.

"Listen Thirty Two, as interesting as it would be to talk to you... we have to finish our tests." The sound came from the woman at the computer. I opened my eyes again after having pinched them shut. My vision was faded, but I had vision. I could make out distorted shapes of various metallic objects. There was a white blobbed figure to the right of the room, and one looming to my left. I could only assume those were the two women scientists that were poking at my flesh.

I looked down to make out more of my situation. I was naked. At least as far as I could tell I wasn't clothed. My soft flesh stood out from the soft grays that my eyes could distinguish. I looked over toward the woman that was closer to me. She pressed something against my hand, and I felt a stabbing pain spread from my fingertips to my wrist.

"Please stop... I didn't mean to break into the building. I was curious for more information, but I..." I didn't want to finish that sentence.

"You didn't want to become a lab rat?" The woman from the computer retorted.

"I didn't mean to cause a problem. Please let me go back to my life, and I will never tell a soul about this." I could feel tears welling in my eyes. My already blurred distorted vision became worse. I willed my body to stop, but it didn't obey. I could feel tears dripping down my face. My chest heaved, and my sobs echoed off the walls. I was falling apart. I was exposed, and in no way able to free myself from these deranged captors.

"Thirty Two stop crying!" The woman closer to me leaned over and began to wipe up my tears. After a few minutes I collected my cool. I couldn't believe how much of an emotional roller coaster I had become since my endowment. My bodily transformation was more than just physical, but emotional as well.

"Listen I just want more clarification if that is possible." I said, trying to be more poised.

"Fine, I will answer a question if it isn't regarding who we are, what we are doing, and where you are." I could make out the woman standing closer to me better. She had folded her arms. I couldn't see more than the movement of her body. Things were becoming clearer though.

"Are the other girls safe?" I asked expecting the worst. I could see images of Michelle and the others bodies still lying in the clinic. The walls coated with their fresh blood. I blinked my eyes, trying to see more than a blurred room. As I did so more clarity came. I was able to make out some definitive lines of objects that were closer to me. I looked left and saw the thick bindings on my wrist. I was strung up by metallic claws and short chains. It almost looked like what they used to tie up serial killers in the movies. I looked around again to try and see the doctor that was closer to me. Her face was still unclear, but I could make out that she was writing on some sort of clipboard.

"My dear why concern yourself with those other subjects?" She said sighing at my persistence.

"You said you would answer."

"Yes they are fine... now can we go on with more testing without your insistent nagging?" I felt a wave of relief. Michelle was okay. There was something more to hold onto. I couldn't give up now. I had to see her face again. I had to hold her in my arms.

"If you complete these tests will I get to see them again?"

"I said I would answer one question." With that she turned and went near the computers again. I couldn't see that far. She was lost in the haze of gray, white, and dim glowing monitors. So many questions began to dance around in my head. I was getting sick of not knowing. My arms grew more tired, and breathing became more difficult.

I pointed and stood on my toes to try and get more lung capacity. After a few seconds one of the women came back to me. She had a tray of tubes and utensils. She picked up a needle, and prepared it with some bottle. I could only make out certain things, and I was completely unsure of what she was going to inject in me. She prepped a section of my thigh and placed the needle against my skin.

The scientist had long dark hair, and a very slender figure. The lab coat probably wasn't very fitting for her. I got a flash of her in my mind sucking my cock. She was moaning as she touched her wet pussy with her fingers. Her lips parted perfectly over the head of my stiff member.

I shook my head and saw her push the needle into my skin. It burned, and I could feel my heart racing. I couldn't tell if it was because I just had a day dream about the woman giving me head, or if it was because I was afraid of what this injection would do. She stood up from her position near my thigh and asked me to open my mouth.

She placed a thermometer under my tongue and she walked back to the computer. I felt my cheeks growing warm. I was blushing. My heart continued to race and I looked around the room frantically. I felt a surge of energy spike in me. I couldn't stand here much longer. I needed to move. What did she inject me with?

As if it had its own my cock began to elongate. Slowly it throbbed as blood pumped into it. I looked down at my body. My chest was heaving, and my breasts bounced each time I took a breath. I couldn't stop myself; I was growing too aroused to control my body. I clenched my fists as I felt my cock stiffen. Suddenly more pressure grew in my hips, and to my shock and horror my cock began to thicken and expand. I heard the woman whisper something to the other, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

The blood was pounding in my ears. I was horrified as my body grew and shifted. I had a massive urge to wrap my hands around my girth. I needed to feel the surge of pleasure. I watched as my cock stood fully erect. It curved a bit toward my body, but stood proudly. The scientist walked over and pulled out a measuring tape. She placed her warm hands at the base of my cock and I felt Goosebumps blossom along my thighs.

She pulled the tape along my member and wrote down information on her clipboard. She then measured the girth and wrote down more information. Each time she wrapped the tape around my penis, I bit on the thermometer. It felt so good to have someone examining and toying with my flesh. Tantalized by her magical touch I felt precum gather on the tip of my readied staff. She stood and leaned in to take the thermometer out.

She had such soft eyes. The makeup she used was so dark and made them look luscious. She had a faint fruit smell to her. I gazed at her and my cock throbbed as she examined the temperature. She looked back up in my eyes and her mouth opened slightly. It looked as though she wanted to kiss me.

"What... what happened to me...." I asked as she stepped back and moved her fingers along the veins of my throbbing cock.

"This is an enhancement injection. It's similar to the one you were injected with at the clinic. We had a small case study of forty five women. So far you are the only one to convert a regular female into a test subject. We believe that your cells have reengineered the serum." She went on as she pulled at the loose skin. I breathed out a sigh as she grabbed my foreskin.

"Don't tell her too much. She is just a lab rat nothing more." I heard the other woman say from her desk. My vision was clearing up, but with my body growing so horny I didn't care what was going on. I felt the woman examining my cock place a vial at the tip of my member and collect some of my precum. As if she wasn't satisfied with the amount, I felt her stroke my skin a couple of times.

Her latex gloves weren't quite the same a bare flesh, but it did the trick to get what she was looking for. As if by command my penis began to produce more precum at each touch she made. When she was satisfied with the sample she placed a stopper on it and set it amongst the other tools on the tray. She placed her hands on the base of my cock and began examine my pussy.

I was completely unaware that I had gotten so wet with need. She was able to collect a few samples on cotton swabs and placed the samples in vials. Each time she rubbed me here or touched me there, I felt my heart race. My cock would bob up and down each time she moved around me. I spread my legs a bit as she grabbed the shaft with her left hand. She moved her gloved fingers into my pussy. I shuddered as she moved it around inside of me.

"Why... why are you... getting..." I said between gasps as she moved her fingers around in a circular motion.

"I just need to collect samples from your new organic structure. Nothing too intense, but I will need you to try and hold on for a minute. I promise you I will allow you a release." As she said release, I felt her hand grip near the tip of my cock and stroke it a couple of times.

"Please hurry." I said feeling the welling of pleasure build in me. She smiled at me, and looked back down at my body. She began to work a long tool into my readied cunt. I felt a slight movement, it wasn't painful but it also wasn't sensational. After a minute or two she grabbed another tool from the tray. She stood and walked behind me. I felt her grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I blushed at the thought of my exposed pucker.

I had recently been drilled there and I was positive that it was looser from the damage. The tool felt cold against my skin. After a second of pressure I felt my body open and give way. It slid up into my body with ease.

"Looks like one of your friends already used you here." She said with a chuckle. I blushed again, and she moved the tool back and forth inside of me. I felt my cock welling up as the discomfort grew into a sensational pleasure. When the tool was set into place the scientist walked around to face me, "Let's get as much of your samples as we can Number Thirty Two."

As she said that she grabbed a soft tube from off the tray. She placed it at the head of my cock, and with a gloved finger she collected my precum and lubed it up. She applied a bit of pressure to the head of my body, and she began to push it down. I felt a wave of sensational pleasure burst through me. My pussy was being stimulated, my ass was being stimulated, and an attractive lab coated scientist was grabbing my stiff cock.

When she grew satisfied with the position of the tube, she began to move it up and down on my shaft loosely. The friction made me moan out. Damn was this amazing. After a second the other scientist began to type something more on her computer. When she pressed enter I felt an electric shock pulsate in my ass. The tools placed in me were electronic, and could be controlled over the air. She typed something more and pressed enter again. This time the tool that was being held by my readied pussy began to rotate.

I felt lube gathering along my legs as the machines worked on me. The scientist working my shaft had a fixed gaze on me. Her mouth was a bit gaped as she stared at my bouncing tits. I could have sworn she blushed as she realized I was looking at her. She looked back down at what she was doing. I closed my eyes and moaned out again.

What was wrong with me? I was chained up to a wall where two women were previously taking blood samples against my will, and now I was moaning out like a bitch in heat. Why did I lose so much control of myself. Why was I being controlled by my carnal mind. As the woman stroked my cock faster I felt the veins in my stiff member begin to bulge.

She smiled at me as my breathing grew more and more ragged. I moaned out at each electric pulse in my ass, or every time the machine in my pussy would vibrate and twist. Suddenly I felt the cum pooling inside me. I could tell I was close to completion. The scientist must have recognized this. She slowed her pace my cock and grabbed a large bag from the tray. She attached it to the edges of the tube that she used to jack me off. She then continued her pace until I began to moan out with each stroke she made.

She smiled again, and I could see her cheeks growing red as she tugged on my cock. She was getting horny from my stimulation. I pictured her bent over, her wet pussy exposed. As I did so I screamed out as I felt my pussy clamp down on the tool inside of me. My cock erupted a fountain of cum into the large bag attached to it. Quickly the scientist who was sitting at her desk stood and grabbed the edges of the almost full bag. She pulled it off and zipped it closed.

After a few minutes as I came down off my high, I realized what I was thinking. I didn't care who I was going to have sex with, just as long as my cock was fed a readied pussy. I frowned a bit and the scientist removed their tools from my cavities.

They collected what they needed from me and left the room. I was alone. I was left in a cold room with no one to comfort me from the insanity that had just transpired. I looked around the room, and I could make out most of what was there. The computer was powered down, and there was nothing more to see. The walls were roughly ten feet high, and the room was no bigger than ten feet. It was a small cubicle, enough to get samples from a test subject.

I stood up on my toes again to relieve myself from the discomfort of breathing. After what seemed like an eternity the scientist with the dark hair returned. She had with her some sort of clothing. She unchained one of my legs and I had to fight off the urge to attack her. What would I do though with just one foot free. I wasn't Houdini... I didn't know how to undo a lock with just my toe.

She slipped something up to my mid-thigh, and she placed my leg in chains again. She followed the same procedure with my other leg, and when I looked down I realized it was a loose pant like garment. She didn't bother to attempt to place underwear on me, since my cock had now expanded and wasn't going to fit in any standard woman attire. She then placed some sort of cloth over my shoulders and she strapped it around on my back.

I looked down at the plain gray attire and got a chill from the exposed portions of my back. The scientist smiled at me from under her glasses as she moved the chains around. In just a matter of seconds my pain was relieved from keeping my arms up. I looked down and the chains were loosened allowing me to walk. My hands were chained behind my back, and my feet were attached to another long chain that attached to my wrists.

I probably appeared like some sort of prisoner you would see getting transported from one prison to another. I looked over at the scientist and she grabbed my left arm around my bicep. She guided me out the door and down a long corridor. The building wasn't exciting at all. There were large florescent lights in the ceiling, and cold gray stones on the floor. It seemed as though we were in an underground facility.