Chapter 6

I was beginning to panic! Do I go in and help the girl? Could I turn off the machine? Turning off the machine might do her more harm than good. God ... I don't know! No, ... I must stick with my plan. If everything else went as planned, I would come back and help her later. Looking away, I walked further down the circular corridor to the next room. "Oh no", I though to myself. This one was not empty either. The lights were on. In the back, were the same two cylinders as in the other lab. But now I could almost see into them. Each contained a girl. A bluish fog drifted around their naked bodies. Their wrists where held together above their heads, locked into a metal bar and clamps. Their feet slightly spread and held at the bottom of the cylinder. A vertical tube started at the base and traveled up, between their legs, penetrating them. I continued walking, now in a daze. The next room held more horrors. There was a girl on a table. Her arms were strapped down above her head. Her feet and legs were help firmly in metal stirrups, like the kind my gynecologist uses. Only these had extra straps around the calves and thighs. A black object covered her exposed vagina and mons. Wires ran from the devices along the table to a control panel. And there was a strange clear plastic box surrounding her upper body, covering her breasts. Two tubes ran from the top of the box over to another machine. She was looking towards me, but her eyes were closed. Suddenly, some lights blinked on the control panel. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a long moan, "ooooooooohhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Noooooo mooreeeee. Pleeease ... nooooo mooooore." Her body began to quiver. This was too much. I had to try and help.

Using the keypad, I entered the room. She looked over to me, then closed her eyes in defeat. I remembered the jacket I was wearing. She probably though I was here to continue with the experiment, or monitor her, or something. "My name is Rachael, I want to help you", I whispered. She opened her eyes, her body still shaking. "What is this machine doing to you?" I asked. "Let me help you." Taking short breaths she said, "Neehww Drrug, ... Constant sppppraahy on myyy br ... easts!" Then the lights began to blink again. I heard a low hiss as I looked closer. A mist was spraying down over her nipples and breasts. Again she began to moan and quiver. "Caaahnt laaastt much longeeehr!" Without thinking I scanned the control panel. One knob said 'Dosage'. Another said 'Interval'. A red switch said 'Power'. I flipped it! The indicator lights went out but the spray continued. "Oh no, it's not stopping" I though. Her body was beginning to shake more violently. I had to stop the spray! What about the tubes? They led from the box covering her breasts, along the table, over to a larger machine. I ran to the machine. Grabbing one of the two thin tubes, I pulled hard where it was connected. It slipped off the fitting. At that instant, I realized the mistake I had made! A stream of the clear liquid squirted out of the open valve. I jumped back as fast as I could. Not fast enough. I felt the spray hit the front of the jacket, right between my breasts. I stumbled back. The girls eyes were open wide and drool was running out of her mouth. The drug continued to spray over her left breast. The liquid absorbed into my cotton tee-shirt and slowly began to cover my nipples. I have to get the shirt off! But it was too late. I felt a warmth in my breasts. My nipples became hard. My mind began to fog. Collapsing on the floor, I dragged my body as far away from the liquid pooling at the base of the machine. The warmth had now traveled through my body to my pussy. I was sooooo wet! I wanted so badly to touch myself, but my arms just quivered at my side. Then everything faded. I dreamed of having orgasm after orgasm!

God, what was that pain in my arms. I felt so groggy. What had happened? My mind began to clear. I remember trying to help that girl. Sleepily, I opened my eyes. The world around me seemed distorted. Oh no ... my arms were held together above my head. There was a fullness in my vagina. Looking down, I saw a bar between my legs, rising upward into me. My feet slightly spread and held in place by metal clamps. Any movement caused the bar which was embedded so deeply inside me, to push against my tender flesh. I was in one of the glass cylinders! Looking left, I saw another one. It was empty. I looked to the right. It was Monica! She too was held the same as I in a glass tube. She seemed asleep, her head flopped forward. Then I realized the magnitude of the situation. I had failed! Tripp must have found me after his new drug paralyzed my body. By now he must know that the ORG-X implant was not working. Tears began to roll down my face. I sobbed quietly. "Don't cry Rachael." The sound of his voice made me nauseous. Looking through the glass, I saw Tripp walking into the lab. "You fucking bastard, let me GO! I'll KILL you!" "I doubt that Rachael. And as for fucking, you'll be doing lots of that soon enough." He walked over to a control panel and pressed a button. The glass tube surrounding me began to raise up into the ceiling. Fresh air rushed in. I noticed that Monica's cylinder was also opening. Her head moved slightly. "You know Rachael, you really put on quite a good show..." "Show? What the fuck are you talking about?" "I'm talking about the last few days ... All that sneaking about. You turned out to be more ingenious than I had expected. But ... alas ... it was all just a game!" "A ... A ... game?" The word echoed in my ears.

"You don't really expect that I would have allowed any of my girls to wander around the facilities of their own free will. I monitored you the entire time." My mind was spinning. "But ... but ... the implant?" "Ah yes ... the ORG-X implant. Well you see Rachael, you don't have one! The final test results on your vaginal secretions showed that you would not be a good candidate. But I decided to continue as planned, just to see how you would react. Hidden cameras have recorded your every step! I'm sure the tape will be a big smash in the private club theater. I have to admit, I never though that you would go through with the stage show. You're a great fuck, even without the drug!" I felt crushed. My will was gone. "Do whatever it is you're going to do to me. Just get it over with", I said. Suddenly, Monica screamed out, "Rachael ... Oh Rachael, ... why did I do all those horrible things!" She was normal again! "Monica, you're OK? What happened to you?" Before she could reply, Tripp spoke, "Well you see girls, the ORG-X vaginal implant may still need some work. Monica was an excellent gini-pig. Unfortunately, her heart rate was increasing due to the direct release of the drug into her uterus. Eventually, she might have had a seizure, probably at the same time she was having an orgasm. Come to think of it, that might have been interesting to watch ... Anyway, we wouldn't want any harm to come to such a pretty face, so I had to remove the implant." "So ... so does that mean you'll let us go?" Monica whispered. "Don't be silly, you'll both be fitted with nipple clamp dispensers just like all the other staff members. Besides, I may use Monica to test the next version of the implant! And as for you Rachael, you've got such great tits and ass that I may keep you as my personal assistant!" Tears rolled down Monica's face and onto her breasts. I felt fear, anger, humiliation, anguish. All I could say was, "Why? Haven't you done enough to us already?" He approached me and placed a hand over each of my breasts. "Now Rachael, this is where you'll live the rest of your life. You are mine!" I spit in his face!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He squeezed down hard and twisted my nipples. The pain was excruciating. My struggling only caused more pain in my vagina. "Stop, let gooooo! Ahhhhhhhhhhh, ... Pleaseeeee Stoppppp!" He released my sore nipples. Then he bent down and suckled one of them, letting his tongue flick the tip. I gasped out. He repeated on the second breast. Then he moved lower, kissing my stomach as he went. His hands reached behind me as he when down on his knees and began to massage my ass. "Noo ... don't ... please don't." I begged. The bar entered my pussy in such a way that my clitoris was pushed out and exposed. His tongue reached out and went to work. The bar felt so deep inside me. Tripp continued to suck my clit and squeeze my ass. One of his fingers began to probe the tight skin around my anus. I was getting wet. "Nooomoore ... please stop ... please stoppppooohhhh." Then there was a pain in my asshole as he pushed a finger in. "Ahhhhhnooooo ... Not that ... noooooo!" "You've got such a tight ass Rachael. I'm going to give it a good fucking later." He pulled out his finger and stood up, wiping off his chin. "But for now, lets get on with the fun", he laughed. Walking over to the far side of the room, he approached two low padded ottomans covered with straps. Each had a 4 inch protrusion at one end, sticking up at a slight angle. Pushing the first, he rolled it to the center of the room and locked down it's casters. "What ... what are you going to do to us?" Monica spoke. "Just relax Monica. I've got something planned that I think you're both going to really enjoy." He rolled over the second ottoman and positioned it facing the first, about 3 feet apart. "Now I wouldn't want either of you to hurt yourselves by struggling while I move you, so I'm going to inject a muscle relaxant. More fear raced through my mind. Tripp walked to one of the medical cabinets and returned with a vile and syringe!

"You know Rachael, ... it's ironic, ... the experiment you interrupted involved a hybrid of this drug. It was a combination of this muscle relaxant and a strain of the ORG-X. Unfortunately, now I'll have to start with a new volunteer." I thought about this for a moment, then remembered the state I had left that poor girl in. "What ... what happened to the girl?", I asked. "Don't feel to bad, I'm sure the end for her was quite pleasurable! And besides, now I know what the O.D. level for the drug is." "You are a cruel, sick, perverted man! Owww!" He jabbed the needle into my thigh. Then he walked over to Monica and injected her. The feeling that began to spread through my body was horrible. It was as if my strength was being drained away. My leg muscles gave out causing me to hang by my wrists. It seemed that the restraint was designed for this, as the wrist cuffs were well contoured and padded. But as my body slumped down slightly lower, the bar in my vagina pushed deeper in, causing more pain. Eventually I couldn't even hold up my head. I heard Monica yelp out, and then she made a muffled cry. Suddenly my head was pulled back by my hair. "Ouch! What the fucmmmmpppphhhhhhh!" Tripp shoved a ball gag into my mouth and fastened the strap behind my head, before letting it flop back down. A moment later the bar began to retract down. I watched it move slowly out of my pussy. Then Tripp placed an arm around my waist and suddenly my hands were free. As I flopped down, he caught my weight. Next my feet were released, and then in one swift motion he hoisted my naked body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I felt so helpless!

I was carried over to the first of the two ottomans and laid on my back. It was only slightly wider than my hips. My arms and legs flopped down on either side. Next, Tripp grabbed me under my ass, lifted it up, and slid my body down until my ass was just at the end of the ottoman. As he lowered my ass down, I felt the cold metal protrusion touch my tight anal skin. Had I had any strength, I would have instinctively clamped down with my anal muscles. Instead, I felt an intense pain as he easily pushed me down onto the angled one inch wide probe. I moaned in pain! Lifting each of my arms, he restrained my wrists and upper arms with straps at the side of my body. Then he took my left foot, brought it under and back alongside the ottoman, and attached my ankle to another strap. The same was done to my other foot and leg. The ottoman was wider at the lower end, causing my legs to spread even farther, brutally exposing my most private flesh. Another strap crossed over my stomach. Then, using a crank at the end of the ottoman, Tripp began to raise the end my head was on and lower the other end, bringing my knees down almost to the floor. He stopped when the ottoman was angled at about 30 degrees. This caused my weight to shift down, putting more strain on my legs and pushing the plug in my ass in even deeper. Lastly, he placed a contour shaped pillow under my head which forced me to look forward and down over my tightly bound body. Never in my life have I felt so totally at the mercy of another person! For the next 10 minutes, I watched as Monica was brought over to the second ottoman and restrained the same as I. We were facing each other, our knees only a few feet apart. From my position, I had no choice but to look across at my friends open vagina and bare breasts. I could see the anal probe entering into her ass. I knew she could see the same of me. We both closed our eyes!

Time passed and I slowly began to regain control of my muscles. Tripp had left us there, waiting for the drug to wear off. I wanted desperately to talk with Monica. She had kept her eyes closed. Maybe she was in shock? Ten minutes later, Tripp returned. "So girls, how are we feeling now?" He was so god dammed smug. If I could have, I would have ripped his eyes out of his head! I struggled slightly against my bonds. "Don't waste your energy Rachael. You'll need it soon enough." He rolled a table over near us which was covered with some sort of control machinery. Then he picked up two round black disks, ... nipples clamps! "Mmmmmmffmmmmfffffffff." Monica's eyes were open wide and we both began to struggle. "Now calm down girls. These nipples clamps are a special modified version. They have no ORG-X drug in them ... yet!" He leaned over Monica. She continued to struggle. "Would you like me to massage your nipples, or shall we just use the cold spray?" "Uhhhhhhmmmmmmmmuuuuuuu." "I can't understand a word you're saying", he laughed. I think for now will just go with the spray. Later on I'm sure you'll breasts will be more willing!" Ssssssssssss, he sprayed her left breast. Placing the disk over her stiff nipple, he used the small tool to lock it in place. Her body jerked as it clicked. My mind wandered as I though about how I had planned to escape by using that very tool. When I came back to reality, Tripp was standing over me with a spray can in one hand and a nipple clamp in the other. I looked over to Monica. Both her breasts had the black disks around her nipples, covering her areola. Now was my turn!

During my whole time here at the club, I had remained free from the effects of Tripp's mind control drug. All the other woman, everyone of them, had been forced to give up their lives when these horrible black disks were attached to their breasts. It was this I feared the most! My body trembled. I struggled. But it was to no avail. In the end, I just closed my eyes. Ssssssssssssssss, I felt the cold mist on my right breast. My nipple became stiff and engorged. He took my breast in one hand while he place the disk over my nipple. I felt the plastic push against my areola. Click! I jerked at my bonds from a sharp pain at the base of my nipple. As the pain faded to a dull throb, the effect of the cold spray also faded. My nipple shrank, but remained pulled forward from the pressure surrounding the base. Then I felt the spray on my left breast. Tears rolled down my face. This was the end. I thought of my family, ... my life, ... my friends. I would never see any of them again. Click! Again my body twitched from the sharp pain. "There, that should do it", said Tripp. "Now that wasn't so bad Rachael!" I opened my eyes. All I could see were the nipple clamps on each of my breasts. The visual sight and the pain they caused was too much for me. My mind blacked out.