Chapter 6

The next moments went by in a blur. Her vision was too poor and her body was still in shock, preventing her from really moving. She felt herself being dragged through some doors and then sat and tied down to a chair, the ropes biting into her skin.

Once she regained full control of her senses and her body, she found herself back in the security room, this time tied to one of the chairs. She moaned as she felt her body still numb with lingering pain, her muscles twitching. Looking around she saw that another normal uniformed guard had entered the room as well. Now the odds were against her 4 to 1.

“What ... what did you do ... and why ... back here ... what about ... body scan?” she struggled to speak through the numbness of her mouth, her tongue feeling heavy and clumsy.

“Taser,” the guard who had used the taser replied, a smirk on his face. “Seems like your first time experiencing it, huh? It’s a very good tool. It directly stimulates the nervous system without causing any real physical injury,” he said with a grin. “All the fun without the lasting consequences.” His tone was almost gleeful, sending a shiver down She’s spine.

“All right, calm down, Ronald,” the supervisor spoke, giving the guard with the taser a dismissive motion.

“We are past the body scanner now,” the supervisor replied, turning his attention back to She. “I think I have seen enough to be certain you are not who you say you are. So now, I ask questions, and you answer them, starting with where the item you stole is.”

“I ... I really don’t know what you are talking about’’ She replied now having more control of herself.

“You know,” the supervisor approached her, “for a kid, you’re pretty tough. Most people pee themselves the first time they’re tased like that. But you didn’t, and you seem to be regaining yourself pretty quickly too.” He gave a little nod of acknowledgment. “But you know, Ronald here, he really likes using that taser. It has all sorts of settings. Of course, we don’t want you losing your faculties again and being unable to answer my questions. But it can cause you a lot of pain without going that far. And it can do so over and over again.”

She looked over at Ronald, who gave her a grin, the taser still clutched in his hand. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic anticipation that sent a shiver down her spine.

“I ... I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just a guest at this party,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady and determined, despite the fear that gripped her heart.

“Well, if that’s how you want to play it,” the supervisor said with a sigh and nodded to Ronald. With a grin, Ronald stepped forward and touched the taser to her chest, just above her breasts. She braced herself, but nothing could have prepared her for the explosion of pain that consumed her body. It wasn’t as intense as the first time, but it still left her gasping and writhing against her restraints. She could see through watery eyes, and she could still move, though her movements were limited by the ropes that bound her. As the pain continued, she could feel tears welling up, threatening to spill over. But she gritted her teeth, determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

But even through all this she could not help but imagine what she must look like. Bound to this tree, writhing around, undulating her body and causing her breasts to bounce around. What a sight she must be.

At another motion from the supervisor, Ronald stopped and stepped back. He could see him looking her over, staring at her body with unfiltered desire. “So?” the supervisor asked, his voice cold and unsympathetic. “Do you feel like answering my questions now?”

“I ... I have already answered your questions. I’m just a guest at the party,” she replied once more, her words forced out through clenched teeth. The pain still lingered in her muscles, making it hard to focus on anything else. She didn’t want to tell them anything. She had always imagined that this would be a possibility if she ever started taking big jobs. In those scenarios, she had pictured herself as a defiant hero, withstanding any torture and then making a daring escape. But now, faced with the grim reality of her situation, doubt began to creep in. She wasn’t sure how long she could hold out, or if escape was even possible.

The supervisor sighed, shaking his head. He gave her a look of disappointment, his eyes conveying a sense of resignation rather than cruelty. It was clear that he took no pleasure in her suffering, but he was committed to doing his job, even if it meant utilizing the more sadistic tendencies of those under his command. With a curt nod, he motioned to Ronald once more.

As eager as ever, Ronald stepped forward, his grin widening as he pressed the taser against her body. The familiar agony surged through her body, causing her to scream out in pain, her voice echoing off the walls of the small room. But beneath the searing torment, she felt a flicker of something else, a sensation that seemed to dance along her nerves, intertwining with the pain. Pleasure. When it happened during training she had always attributed it to the adrenaline coursing through her veins, or perhaps to some quirk of her own psyche.

This thought was fleeting, quickly drowned out by the overwhelming sensations that wracked her body. With every moment it was as if both pain and pleasure was fighting for control over her body. She didn’t know what would win out in the end. Neither did she have the courage to find out. Even with the underlying charge of pleasure, the pain was unbearable. How long could she withstand this torture? How would this all end? The possibilities that flashed through her mind were each more horrifying than the last.

As Ronald stepped back, Yaasa slumped in her chair, her breathing ragged and her body trembling. The thin, skintight suit that had once seemed like a second skin now felt constricting, clinging to her sweat-slicked body like a suffocating embrace. She could feel the damp fabric plastered against her skin, outlining every curve and contour of her form, leaving even less to the imagination if such a thing was possible.

She couldn’t help but feel a surge of humiliation as she became acutely aware of how exposed she was, both physically and emotionally. The suit, which had once felt like a daring choice, a symbol of her confidence and allure, now seemed like a cruel joke, a flimsy barrier that did nothing to protect her from the probing eyes and sadistic whims of her interrogators.

She tried to focus on the supervisor’s face, to read his expression, but her vision was blurred by tears and the aftershocks of pain that still coursed through her. She knew now she could not hold out like this for much longer. She would either talk and end up in some prison, or Roland would get too carried away, and that would be the end of her.

But what could she do? You know what you can do, echoed a voice in her head. And for the first time in a very long time, she actually considered doing it. The thing that she loathed, the thing that scared her. Scenarios of how things could play out raced through her mind as she tried to convince herself that she had no choice.

“So, are you ready to tell me the truth now?” the supervisor asked once more, his voice cutting through her thoughts.

“I...” She struggled to speak, her words caught between the lingering pain and the internal argument raging in her head. “I ... already told you the truth,” she managed, breathing heavily, still resisting the path she had been contemplating.

She couldn’t help but notice the story state she was in. Now slumped down in her chair, her large breasts heaving up and down with her ragged breath, her body exposed to these men, just barely short of naked.

The supervisor moved closer and knelt in front of her, his eyes locking with hers. “You don’t have to do this.” His voice was gentle this time, almost compassionate. “You’re just a kid, barely 18, if that. I don’t want to keep hurting you, but I have a job to do,” he explained, his tone a mix of firmness and understanding. “You’ve proved that you’re plenty tough. Even if you talk, things may work out for you. My employer is likely to have to work for someone like you.”

She could see the sincerity in his words, but her mind raced with questions. What about everyone else, the people above him? What kind of life would that be, especially if they found out what she could do? She had been down that road before, probed and prodded like a lab rat. Losing her freedom would be just as bad as death, maybe even worse. She didn’t answer, but met the supervisor’s gaze with the most defiant look she could muster, her jaw set and her eyes blazing.

The supervisor shook his head, disappointment etched on his face, and motioned towards Roland again.

Her mind screamed at her as Roland approached once more, extending the taser towards her. She knew she couldn’t go through that again. That she couldn’t endure another round of agony.

“Stop!” The word tore from her throat, raw and desperate, just inches before the taser touched her skin. “I’ll ... tell you where I hid it,” she said, her voice shaking as she finally decided to step onto the path she had been trying so hard to avoid.