Experiment 239 Ch. 08

Sophie was on her knees in the corner, her lips stretched around a giant dildo strapped to a post. A chain passed around the back of her neck to a D-ring on the back of the post, anchoring her to it with no way to remove the dildo from her mouth. Her arms were raised above her head, elbows pointing at the ceiling, wrists cuffed to the back of her collar. Her skirt was raised to her waist, and he could see the fat dildos lodged within her nether orifices, anchored firmly to the floor. She bounced on them rhythmically in an attempt to seek the pleasure she so craved, but her movement was extremely limited by the affixed dildo in her mouth. They both knew she would never cum from that.

The device wasn't new. They had designed it together, and Anthony had put her in it a few times. However, she hadn't been ordered to get into it today. She had put herself into it, to welcome him back.

Anthony paused at the doorway, savouring all of it. Her discomfort, her unbridled lust, her desperation for the pleasure denied to her, the willingness with which she offered all of it to him, of her own accord. Oddly, it wasn't just arousal that he felt at the moment, although Little Tony was certainly just about ready to burst. There were stirrings of an emotion that he had never felt for anyone before. He thought it might just have been... love?

He took a few steps forward. She was even wearing her blindfold and earplugs, which he had had her do once. She had no way of knowing that he had entered the office... or that it was even him.

He stopped by her side, feeling his cock strain against his trousers as he watched her. She was struggling with the large dildo in her mouth, and the chain looped around her neck had only a few inches of give between the front of her neck and the D-ring on the back of the dildo post. She must have strapped herself pretty far in, he noted. Her lips, painted in the prescribed scarlet shade of the day, flexed around the dildo as she struggled to breathe through it. Drool had already formed a wet patch on the front of her shirt, showcasing the red bra underneath.

Anthony reached out to stroke her cheek, and she stiffened. She must be wondering if he was truly him, but he didn't deign to give her any clues. Without saying a word, his other hand moved to unbutton her shirt, and then to slip into the confines of her bra, stroking her taut nipple. She had even put her clamps on - good girl.

He played with her for a while, ignoring the muffled questions she was asking through the huge penis in her mouth. "Aeh-uhh-ee? Ih haeh hoo?"

When his hand found her clit, she stopped asking. She was sopping wet, and so, so ready. She ground against his hand, begging for release.

But he didn't give it to her. Instead, he grabbed her ponytail and pushed her head forward, forcing her to take the entire dildo in.

Taken entirely by surprise, she bucked and thrashed, gagging on the intruder forced down her throat. She couldn't breathe, he knew. She was choking on it.

After a short while, he let her back up. Tears were flowing down her cheeks and mingling with the drool dripping from her lips as she struggled to regain her breath.

And so they carried on, this dance between pleasure and pain. His hand on her clit, giving pleasure, but not enough to allow her to reach climax. His hand on the back of her head, jamming the dildo into the tender mucosa of her throat.

An hour hence, when he was finally satiated and drunk with her torment, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his erect and dribbling cock. And then he rubbed himself off against her cheek and chin, lubricated by her tears and saliva.

He shot his load all over her face, leaving sticky white strings dripping down her nose and cheeks and into her forced-open mouth.

When he was done, he cleaned himself up, ignoring her garbled pleas, and shortened the chain holding her to the dildo post by half an inch. She screamed in panic - good. That meant she could still breathe.

The dildos beneath her were next, raised half an inch with the lever. She carried on screaming, but no one could hear her - the gag muffled most of the sound, and the office had soundproofing.

Finally, the clamps - he attached a weight to each of them, savouring the view as her struggles caused them to swing beautifully from her nipples.

And then he reclined in the armchair next to her for his well-deserved nap, lulled by her muffled cries.

He knew she would have been secretly disappointed in him if he had done otherwise.

And he loved that about her. So, so much.

***

There was nothing on the shelf by her bunk when she woke up today. Elaida felt somewhat disconcerted - it was strange to see the shelf empty, after the assortment of gags, plugs, clamps, and other items of torture that had arrived on a daily basis ever since she had first woken up in this place.

"CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PROGRESS, 239." The words flashed in their usual position in her field of vision as the bonds attaching her to the bunk fell loose, allowing her to dislodge herself from the dildos and rise to her feet. "STAGE 2 OF YOUR TRAINING WILL NOW PROCEED."

She felt all the color drain from her face. That, all of that, had been merely the first stage??

"TASK #1: PROCEED TO CAGE," said the text, as an overlay of the facility's map opened up, directing her to where she needed to go. This was a new place at the other end of the facility - Elaida had never been anywhere near there before.

She glanced around - was there no chastity belt with plugs attached? No penis gag to push uncomfortably against the back of her mouth? No clover clamps to torment her nipples? Was she supposed to walk there naked?

It appeared that she was. Besides the seamless collar on her neck and the 6-inch heels that had been locked onto her feet for the entirety of the past few weeks, there was nothing to be taken with her.

The walk to her destination was physically easier than any she had undertaken since her induction in the facility, but her heart was pounding in her chest. She had finally, finally gotten used to this strange life, after all that struggle. She had even become quite fond of some of it, of the dildos by her bunk that gave her the most exquisite pleasure, of the cock in the Endurance Room that she could now suck so well, of the familiarity that she now had with her daily schedule. But now she was being taken somewhere new, somewhere unknown, somewhere where she might have to start from scratch all over again. The thought made goosebumps rise on her porcelain skin.

When she opened the ominous door marked "CAGE", she nearly fainted.

There were dozens of other trainees in the room, every one of them stark naked and folded into a metal cage barely large enough to accommodate them. They were kneeling, their elbows and wrists cuffed together behind their back and attached to the roof of the cage, forcing them to bend over. Large penis gags filled each of their mouths, with a tube passing through them for sustenance. The air was filled with the sounds of their torments - the whimpers, moans, sobs, cries, and muffled pleas.

Elaida's heart hammered in her chest, and she nearly backed out of the room - after all, there was nobody to stop her.

"PROCEED TO CAGE 59 IN ROW 10", said the text in her field of vision, with a map directing her to the appropriate cage.

She went anyway. Her palms were clammy with sweat and her breath caught in her throat, but she walked down the pathway in the middle of the cages. As she walked past the rows of cages, she could see trainees of every size, shape and colour struggling in their cage, straining against their bonds. Some looked up as she walked past, tears in their eyes.

She went anyway.

Her cage was empty, save for a penis gag, elbow and wrist cuffs, clover clamps, and two dildos of different widths. She understood what she was to do, and she did it, tightening the penis gag all the way into her throat, and slipping the dildos into her warm, moist holes. The cuffs at her wrists and elbows tightened themselves around her limbs after she placed them in loosely, as they always did.

She climbed into her cage, taking a few attempts before she was able to get into the difficult position required to fit in it, especially with her arms bound behind her back.

The moment she managed to get all of herself in, the door of the cage slid shut with a clang of finality. A tube sprung from the floor and attached to the hole in the front of her penis gag, then tightened to pull her face the last inch of the way towards the floor. The cuffs on her elbows and wrists melded into the bars at the top of the cage, attaching her to it seamlessly. She could feel a slight push on the dildos stuffed within her, presumably as they were fixed onto something at the back of the cage. The clover clamps attached themselves onto the floor, tugging painfully on her swollen nipples - with her arms welded to the top of the cage, there was nothing she could do to ease the pressure.

How long did she need to be here? She didn't know. Oddly enough, the feeling of complete zen and acceptance that she had felt at the end of her previous training stage returned to her now. It did not matter. Her body belonged to them and they would release her when they saw fit. For the time being, she could only remain here, her torment theirs to control.

The dildos stuffed into her began to move back and forth, whirring and vibrating and pulsing. She gave in to the ecstasy, moaning and crying through her gag, shuddering her way through each monstrous orgasm. When they finally died down, she received her evening meal through the penis in her mouth, and then the lights went off. It took a while, but she eventually drifted off into sleep.