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You wake up with a start, a metallic tang in your mouth and a dull throb at the back of your head. The room is dark, the air thick with an antiseptic scent. You try to move, but your arms are restrained, cold metal cuffs biting into your wrists. Panic sets in as you recall the events leading up to this moment: the black van that had pulled up beside you, the masked figures, the sharp prick of a needle.

Suddenly, the room is flooded with harsh, fluorescent light. You squint, trying to adjust your eyes, and you see her. Alcina Dimitrescu, the renowned scientist, steps into the room. She’s tall, imposing, with a presence that commands attention. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the room before settling on you.

She strides over, tilting your chin up with a gloved hand. “This one? Seriously? She looks not strong enough,” she says, her voice dripping with disdain. She glances at her lab assistant, who stands nervously by her side.

The assistant fumbles with some equipment, trying to avoid Alcina's piercing gaze. “Yes, Dr. Dimitrescu. The organization assured us these subjects were ideal for the project.”

You try to speak, to plead for your release, but the words catch in your throat. Alcina’s grip tightens, her eyes boring into yours. “We’ll see about that,” she murmurs.

You’re dragged to a metal chair and forcibly strapped in. The assistant hurriedly attaches various sensors and wires to your body. You struggle, but the restraints hold firm. Alcina watches with an almost clinical detachment, her interest piqued by your resistance.

“Activate the device,” she commands, and the assistant flips a switch.

A low hum fills the room, and you feel a strange sensation coursing through your body. It’s not pain, but something more intense, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that leaves you gasping for breath. Your mind races as you realize the true nature of these experiments. They’re testing human limitations, pushing boundaries to see how much the body and mind can endure.

“Please, let me go,” you manage to gasp out, the words barely audible over the hum of the machine.

Alcina’s lips curl into a cold smile. “Oh, I don’t think so,”she says, her voice a cruel whisper. “You’re far too interesting to let go just yet.”

She turns to her assistant. “Increase the intensity. Let’s see what this one can really handle.”

You feel the pressure mount, the sensations growing more intense. Your body convulses, and tears stream down your face. You’re on the edge, teetering between pleasure and pain, and all you can think about is escape.

Alcina leans in close, her breath warm against your ear. “Welcome to the next level of human evolution,” she whispers. “You should feel honored to be a part of this.”

But there’s no honor in this, only fear and desperation. As the machine’s hum grows louder, you realize that this is only the beginning. Alcina Dimitrescu is far from done with you, and in her eyes, you are nothing more than a subject, a toy for her experiments.

~*~

The room they keep you in is a stark contrast to the sterile laboratory. It’s designed to resemble a hotel room, with dim lighting that casts long shadows on the walls. There’s a bed with crisp white sheets, a small table with a single chair, and an en suite bathroom. Every night, after hours of grueling experiments, you’re escorted back here.

A monitor is always stationed outside your door, ensuring you follow the routine: eat, shower, and sleep. Any deviation is met with stern reminders, and you’ve learned quickly that resistance is futile. The days blend into each other, each experiment a repetition of the last. The machine’s hum, the overwhelming sensations, the limits of your endurance tested again and again.

One morning, after another relentless session, Dr. Dimitrescu turns off the device and lets you catch your breath. You seize the rare moment of reprieve and ask, “Why me?"

She tilts your chin up, her fingers cool against your flushed skin. “I’m doing this for humankind,” she replies, her voice almost tender. “To push the boundaries of human potential. You, my dear, are far from reaching our test standard.”

Her words send a chill down your spine. “What do you mean?”

A hint of a smile plays on her lips. “Starting tomorrow, you will be involved in a new program to train your limits. I will personally oversee your progress.”

The thought of more intense training under her direct supervision fills you with dread. “What kind of training?”

She strokes your face, her touch deceptively gentle. “I will teach you the rules of obedience and discipline. Disobedience will be met with punishment. Attempting to escape will be severely dealt with.”

You shiver at the cold certainty in her voice. “And if I comply?”

She leans in, her eyes locking onto yours. “Then you may just survive this.”

The next morning, true to her word, Dr. Dimitrescu begins your new regimen. The experiments are more intense, designed to break you down and reshape your very being. She pushes you to your physical and mental limits, her methods a blend of cruelty and twisted care.

“Remember the rules,” she says one day, her voice low and commanding. “You obey without question. Any defiance will be punished.”

You nod, the fight drained from you. Each day is a battle for survival, each night a brief respite before the cycle begins anew. You’ve learned to comply, to endure, hoping that somehow, someway, you will find a way out of this nightmare. But for now, you are at the mercy of Alcina Dimitrescu, a pawn in her relentless pursuit of human perfection.

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The day begins like any other, with Dr. Dimitrescu’s relentless discipline session in the morning. Each command and punishment chips away at your resolve, but you’ve learned to endure, to comply without question. By the afternoon, you’re physically and emotionally exhausted.

One afternoon, Dr. Dimitrescu escorts you back to the laboratory after lunch. Her demeanor is colder, more calculating than usual. You sense that today’s session will be different, more severe. She moves two machines into position, her assistant helping you bend over a bed and tying your wrists at the front. The restraints are tight, digging into your skin.

“Please, stop,” you beg, tears streaming down your face. But Alcina ignores your pleas, her focus solely on her task.

She places something inside you from behind into your pussy, making you shiver. A device is attached to your clit, the sensation foreign and invasive. She looks down at you, her eyes devoid of empathy.

“If you can survive this for two hours, we can call it a day without further training,” she says, her voice devoid of emotion.

“What’s the definition of pass?” you ask, your voice trembling.

“Don’t pass out,” she replies simply. “And you need to reach your orgasm at least ten times.”

You don’t fully grasp her meaning until she activates the machines and leaves the room. The devices whirr to life, a mechanical rhythm taking over your body. The sensation is overwhelming, an incessant cycle of stimulation that quickly becomes unbearable. You cry out, your body reacting involuntarily to the relentless onslaught.

Minutes stretch into an eternity as the machines work in tandem, pushing you to your limits. You reach your peak over and over again, each wave of pleasure mingled with the ache of exhaustion. You lose count, the sensations blurring together into a dizzying haze.

Two hours later, Alcina returns. She turns off the machines, and the silence is deafening. Your body is trembling, sweat-soaked and spent. She checks the readings, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Thirteen times in two hours,” she says, her tone almost approving. “Still a little lower than the standard, but it’s good enough. You can rest for today.”

Relief floods over you as she releases your restraints. After you go back to your room, you collapse onto the bed, too exhausted to move. The ordeal has left you shattered, but you’re grateful for the respite, however brief.

As you lie there, catching your breath, you realize that this is far from over. Dr. Dimitrescu’s experiments will continue, each day a new test of your endurance. But for now, you cling to the small victories, the moments of respite that give you hope. Somehow, you will survive this. Somehow, you will endure.

~*~

Another day begins in the sterile confines of the laboratory. Dr. Dimitrescu approaches you with an air of grim determination. Her cold eyes seem to pierce right through you as she outlines today’s ordeal.

“Today is all about edging,” she announces, her voice devoid of warmth. “This requires different durations of test results. The following days will be the same, without allowing you any release. Also, let me remind you again, that you are not allowed to masturbate unless you have my approval. You don’t even need to think about the possibility that you can do it in your room because there are cameras, and the bed you sleep on also has sensors, if you masturbate will trigger the alarm and face severe punishments.”

Your heart sinks as the familiar devices are attached to your body once more. This time, the vibrations are set to a low, almost teasing frequency. It’s not unbearable at first, but as the minutes tick by, the low hum becomes a maddening ache. Your body craves more, the slow build-up of desire almost too much to bear.

Half an hour later, you realize the true extent of your misery. Just when you’re about to reach your peak, the machine detects your rising arousal and then it fully stops. When you feel your body return to the previous state, the machine starts itself again, easing the building tension and starting the cycle anew. The frustration is excruciating, a never-ending loop of denied pleasure.

Days pass in this torturous routine. Each day blends into the next, a continuous cycle of teasing and denial. Alcina watches you closely, her eyes betraying no hint of mercy. She sees the desperate longing in your eyes, the silent pleas for release. Yet, she remains unmoved.

On the third day, Alcina approaches you while the machine is still on. She leans in close, her breath warm against your skin. Her gloved hand gently strokes your cheek, a mockery of tenderness. “You look so desperate,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with condescension. “But this is necessary. You must learn control.”

Her touch travels lower, skimming over your trembling body. The gentle caresses only amplify your torment, the teasing sensation driving you to the brink. She chuckles softly, enjoying your anguish. But she does nothing further, leaving you hanging on the precipice of release.

This cruel routine continues for a week. Each day is a relentless test of your endurance, a battle against your own desires. The constant edging leaves you in a state of perpetual arousal, your body and mind stretched to their limits. Alcina’s mocking presence only heightens your torment, her cold eyes watching your every reaction.

By the seventh day, you are a trembling, exhausted mess. Your body is hypersensitive, every nerve ending screaming for release. But there is no respite in sight. Dr. Dimitrescu stands over you, her expression inscrutable.

“This is for the greater good,” she says softly, her voice a chilling whisper. “ You are contributing to the advancement of human potential. Your sacrifice will not be in vain.”

As the machines hum to life once more, you brace yourself for another day of agony. The endless cycle continues, each moment a testament to your endurance. But somewhere deep inside, a flicker of hope remains. You will survive this. You will endure. And one day, you will find a way to break free from this nightmare.

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On the eighth day, you’re dragged back to the laboratory, your legs barely supporting your weight. The week-long torment has left you physically and emotionally drained, but a small ember of defiance still burns within you. Alcina Dimitrescu stands before you, her presence as imposing as ever. Her eyes glint with a mix of curiosity and sadistic pleasure as she attaches the familiar devices to your body.

Before activating the machine, she steps back and looks at you, a wicked smile curling her lips. “Today, you have two choices,” she announces, her voice smooth and cold. “You can either endure another day of edging, or you can experience constant stimulation, forced to reach your orgasm over and over again for at least eight hours.”

Your mind races, weighing the unbearable frustration of edging against the overwhelming torment of overstimulation. Alcina’s expression tells you she expects you to choose release, likely so she can mock and humiliate you further. But there’s a flicker of something else in her eyes, a hint of anticipation that you might choose to endure.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. “Please… please keep edging me,” you say, your voice barely a whisper.

Her assistant raises an eyebrow in surprise, while Alcina’s smile falters for just a moment. She quickly recovers, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studies you. “Interesting choice,” she murmurs, her tone laced with intrigue. “Very well.”

She activates the machines, the low vibrations starting their relentless cycle once more. The familiar hum fills the room, and you brace yourself for the day ahead. The anticipation, the constant denial, it’s all too familiar. But you’ve chosen this path, and you will endure.

Hours pass, each minute a testament to your resolve. The teasing vibrations push you to the edge, and the machine fully stops to pull you back, easing your desires just enough to prolong the torment. Your body aches with unfulfilled needs, but you cling to your decision, determined to show Alcina that you can withstand even this.

Alcina watches you intently throughout the day, her expression a mix of curiosity and admiration. She occasionally approaches, her fingers brushing against your skin, her touch both a taunt and a comfort. “You surprise me,” she says softly, her voice almost gentle. “I didn’t think you had this much strength.”

You meet her gaze, the defiance in your eyes burning brighter. “I will endure,” you whisper, your voice hoarse but resolute.

As the hours drag on, your body trembles with exhaustion, but your mind remains focused. You refuse to break, to give her the satisfaction of seeing you falter. Finally, as the day comes to an end, Alcina turns off the machines. The silence is deafening, your body still thrumming with denied pleasure.

She stands over you, her eyes thoughtful. “You’ve done well,” she says, her voice lacking its usual cold edge. “You may rest for now.”

The assistant unties you and helps you to your feet. Your legs are weak, your body spent, but there’s a sense of accomplishment in your heart. You’ve endured another day, and you’ve shown Alcina that you are stronger than she expected.

As you’re escorted back to your room, you know the torment will continue. But each day you survive, each trial you endure, brings you closer to the hope of freedom. And you cling to that hope, determined to outlast Alcina Dimitrescu’s cruel experiments, no matter what she throws at you.

~*~

The following morning, you sit in your room, a meager breakfast before you. You’ve grown accustomed to the routine, the predictability of your suffering. But today, something unexpected happens. A knock on the door interrupts your solitude, and you look up, startled, as it opens to reveal Alcina Dimitrescu.

“Dr. Dimitrescu?” you stammer, surprise evident in your voice. “What are you doing here?”

She enters, carrying her own breakfast, and finds a chair, placing it across from you. “Just call me Alcina,” she says, her tone unusually soft. “I thought I’d join you for breakfast today.”

Her presence fills the room, making you acutely aware of every move you make. You try to respond to her small talk, your replies halting and nervous. She notices your discomfort and smiles, a rare warmth in her eyes. “Relax,” she murmurs. “It’s just breakfast.”

You can feel the pressure of her eyes landing on you and observing you. Alcina asks, “Everything okay so far?”

You nod, “It’s okay. Since I’m here, I…learned how to adapt to the life in here now.”

You do your best to comply, forcing yourself to eat and respond to her questions. Her unexpected kindness is disconcerting, making you wary of what might follow. Once you both finish, the warmth in her smile fades, replaced by the familiar wickedness as she leads you to the laboratory.

The transition from the seemingly normal breakfast to the clinical coldness of the lab is jarring. Alcina straps you to a bed, her touch firm and unyielding. “As a reward for enduring the edging for a week, today’s task is different," she says, a smirk playing on her lips. "You will touch yourself until you’re reaching your orgasm in front of me.”

The command sends a wave of humiliation through you. “I… I can’t do that,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Alcina pulls a chair in front of the bed and sits down, her eyes locking onto yours. “This is your main task for the morning. You will not rest until you complete it,” she says, her voice cold and demanding.

With trembling hands, you begin, your body betraying your embarrassment and reluctance. Alcina’s gaze never leaves you, her smirk widening as she watches your struggle. The room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, the intensity of her scrutiny making the task almost unbearable.

“Don’t stop,” she commands, her voice cutting through your haze of humiliation.

You force yourself to continue, every moment a battle against your own shame. Finally, with a mixture of relief and mortification, you reach your peak, your body convulsing under her watchful eyes.

Alcina stands, her smirk still in place. “Well done,” she says, her tone mockingly approving. “You’ve earned your rest. For now.”

The exhaustion washes over you. The morning’s ordeal has left you drained, but a small part of you feels a twisted sense of accomplishment. You’ve survived another of Alcina’s tests, another step in this harrowing journey.

The days ahead will undoubtedly bring more challenges, and more torment. But for now, you cling to the fleeting moments of respite, knowing that each trial you endure brings you one step closer to the hope of freedom if there’s truly one.

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The relief you felt from completing the morning’s humiliating task is short-lived. In the afternoon, you’re taken to another lab, a place filled with ominous equipment and an atmosphere of dread. Alcina’s assistant straps you to an X-shaped device, your wrists and legs spread apart, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable.

You can sense something worse is coming, and your heart races with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Alcina approaches, a riding crop in her hand, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic excitement.

“The rule is simple,” she says, her voice cold and authoritative. “I will use the riding crop on you, and we will see how much pain you can endure. You have a safe word: ‘Cherry’. If you cannot bear the pain any longer, you can use it, and I will stop immediately. However,” she leans in closer, her lips curling into a wicked smile, “if you do say the safe word, you will not be granted release for the following week.”

Her words send a chill down your spine. The thought of enduring another week of relentless edging without any release is terrifying, but the idea of enduring the pain she’s about to inflict is equally daunting. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what’s to come.

Alcina steps back, the riding crop poised in her hand. “Ready?” she asks, her tone almost taunting.

You nod, unable to find your voice. The first strike lands with a sharp crack, the pain radiating through your body. You grit your teeth, determined to withstand it. The second strike follows quickly, and then the third, each one leaving a burning trail of agony on your skin.

Alcina watches you intently, her eyes flicking between your face and the marks forming on your body. She hits you again, and again, the rhythm relentless. The pain builds, each strike testing your resolve. Tears blur your vision, but you refuse to give in, biting back the urge to scream the safe word.

“How are you feeling?” Alcina asks, her voice mockingly sweet. “Remember, you can always say ‘Cherry’.”

You shake your head, refusing to give her the satisfaction. The strikes continue, each one a searing reminder of your predicament. You lose track of time, the pain consuming your every thought. Just when you think you can’t take any more, she stops.

Alcina steps closer, her hand gently stroking your cheek, a stark contrast to the brutality of the riding crop. “You’re stronger than I thought,” she murmurs, almost to herself. “But let’s see how much more you can endure.”

She resumes the punishment, each strike harder than the last. Your body trembles with pain, your mind screaming for it to stop. The word “Cherry” teeters on the edge of your lips, but you hold it back, knowing the consequences if you utter it.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Alcina stops. She surveys the marks on your body, a satisfied look in her eyes. “Well done,” she says, her voice laced with approval. “You’ve earned your rest for today.”

The assistant releases you from the restraints, your legs barely able to support your weight. You’re led back to your room, each step a reminder of the ordeal you’ve just endured. As you lie down, the pain still throbbing through your body, you realize that you’ve survived another of Alcina’s cruel tests. The days ahead will undoubtedly bring more challenges, more pain, but for now, you take solace in the small victories.

~*~

That night, the weight of the day’s events overwhelms you. As you lie in bed, the pain from the riding crop’s strikes lingers, but it’s the psychological torment that keeps you awake. Silent tears fall, your mind a whirlwind of fear and desperation. Sleep evades you, and you find yourself restless and anxious.

In the early hours, you rise from the bed, exhaustion heavy in your bones. To your surprise, you notice the door to your room isn’t locked. Your heart races with a mixture of hope and fear. Carefully, you open the door, holding your breath as you check for any signs of an alarm. The corridor outside is quiet, and you take a cautious step forward.

The layout of the facility is both familiar and unfamiliar. You’ve been escorted through these halls daily, but only along specific routes. You navigate the corridors, turning at random, searching for any sign of an exit. Finally, you spot a sign that reads “Exit” and follow it to another hallway, your hope growing with each step.

The hallway leads to a dead end, where an ID card machine and a keypad block your path. Panic sets in as you realize you need an identification card or password to proceed. As you contemplate your next move, a shrill alarm suddenly blares, and the facility’s speaker system announces, “Subject has escaped. Repeat, subject has escaped.”

The realization hits you like a blow. They’re talking about you. You frantically search for another way out, but your options are limited. The corridors quickly fill with guards, their footsteps echoing ominously. Your heart sinks as you see Alcina Dimitrescu among them, her eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

“Put her in the interrogation room,” she orders the guards, her voice cold and commanding. “I need to talk to her first before any further actions are taken.”

The guards seize you, their grips firm and unyielding. You’re led through the maze of corridors, the sense of dread growing with each step. The interrogation room is stark and cold, a single chair in the center of the room under a harsh overhead light. They force you into the chair and secure your wrists and ankles, leaving you immobilized.

Minutes stretch into an eternity as you wait, your mind racing with fear and regret. The door finally opens, and Alcina enters, her presence filling the room with a chilling authority. She stands before you, her expression unreadable.

“Why did you try to escape?” she asks, her voice calm but edged with a dangerous undertone.

You struggle to find your voice, your throat dry and tight. “I… I couldn’t take it anymore,” you whisper. “The pain, the humiliation… it’s too much.”

Alcina regards you silently for a moment, her gaze piercing. “You’ve endured much, that’s true,” she finally says, her tone surprisingly gentle. “But you must understand that your actions have consequences.”

She steps closer, her hand reaching out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet her eyes. “I gave you a chance to show your strength, to prove your resilience. And yet, you chose to run.”

“I’m sorry,” you manage to say, tears brimming in your eyes. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

Alcina’s expression softens slightly, a hint of empathy in her eyes. “I believe you,” she says quietly. “But trust must be rebuilt, and discipline must be maintained.”

She turns to the guards. “Take her back to her room. Double the security. And tomorrow, we will begin again. But this time,” she looks back at you, “we will focus on rebuilding trust and understanding your limits more thoroughly.”

As the guards escort you back to your room, your mind is a whirlwind of emotions. You’ve failed in your escape attempt, but Alcina’s unexpected display of empathy gives you a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, amidst the torment and pain, there’s a path to understanding and survival.

Back in your room, you lie down, exhaustion finally overtaking you. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, but for now, you close your eyes, holding onto the faint hope that somehow, you will find a way through this nightmare.

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The next morning, you wake up to the now familiar knock on your door. Alcina enters, carrying her breakfast as she had the previous day. You keep your head lowered, too ashamed and afraid to meet her gaze. She sits down across from you, her eyes studying you intently.

“Why did you try to escape last night and get yourself into more trouble?” she asks, her voice calm but laced with a hint of disappointment.

You swallow hard, trying to find the right words. “The door wasn’t locked last night,” you say quietly. “I was curious where the facility would lead me. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”

Alcina falls silent, contemplating your response. “I will check the surveillance footage later,” she says finally. “I hope for your sake that you’re telling the truth.”

Her words hang heavy in the air, and you feel a knot tighten in your stomach. Then, her tone shifts to a more somber note. “But because you triggered the alarm and alerted my superiors, further punishment is inevitable. I’m sorry for what’s coming.”

Her voice carries genuine regret, but her expression remains resolute. As you finish your breakfast in silence, the sense of impending doom weighs heavily on you. Once the meal is over, Alcina’s demeanor changes, becoming colder and more detached. She escorts you to the laboratory, her presence a reminder of the authority she wields.

Her assistant is waiting, the equipment already prepared. They restrain you to a chair, the cold metal biting into your skin. Alcina stands before you, her eyes now devoid of the earlier empathy. “The punishment session begins,” she announces, her voice echoing in the sterile room.

The session is brutal. Alcina’s assistant activates various devices, each designed to test your pain threshold and endurance. The chair you’re strapped to is equipped with electrodes that deliver sharp jolts of electricity, causing your muscles to spasm involuntarily. The pain is excruciating, and you bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep from crying out.

Alcina observes closely, her eyes never leaving your face. “This is for your own good,” she says, her tone clinical. “You must learn the consequences of disobedience.”

The shocks come in waves, each one more intense than the last. Your body trembles, sweat pouring down your face as you struggle to endure. Time loses meaning, the pain blurring the boundaries between minutes and hours.

At some point, Alcina steps forward, her expression unreadable. “Do you understand why this is necessary?” she asks, her voice cutting through the haze of your suffering.

“Y-yes,” you manage to gasp, your voice trembling. “I understand. Please forgive me.”

She nods, as if satisfied with your response, and signals for her assistant to stop the machine. The relief is immediate, but the pain still lingers, a dull throb in your muscles. They release you from the chair, and you collapse to the floor, too weak to stand.

Alcina kneels beside you, her hand gently tilting your chin up so you’re forced to look at her. “I need to know that you won’t try something like this again,” she says softly. “Can I trust you?”

Tears stream down your face as you nod, your voice barely a whisper. “Y-yes.”

She stands, looking down at you with a mixture of pity and resolve. “Good. Then we can begin to rebuild that trust. But remember, there are always consequences.”

Her assistant helps you to your feet, and you’re led back to your room. The ordeal has left you physically and emotionally drained, but a small part of you clings to the hope that, despite the punishment, you can find a way to survive this nightmare.

As you lie in bed, your body aching, you resolve to endure whatever comes next. You’ve faced unimaginable pain and humiliation, but you’re still standing. And as long as you have breath in your body, you’ll continue to fight for your freedom, no matter the cost.

~*~

After you are escorted back to your room, Alcina makes her way to the surveillance room, a determined expression on her face. The guard on duty looks up, surprised to see her. “Dr. Dimitrescu, how can I assist you?” he asks.

“I need to see the footage from last night, when the subject escaped from her room,” she demands, her voice brooking no argument.

The guard nods and turns to his keyboard, pushing a series of buttons. The screen in front of them flickers to life, showing the corridor outside your room. Alcina watches intently as the footage plays. Alcina sees the girl lying in bed, softly crying, when suddenly, the door to her room unlocks on its own, without any visible cause.

“Pause it there,” Alcina orders. The guard does as she asks. “Check the system for any background information on this event,” she continues.

The guard’s fingers fly over the keyboard as he delves into the system’s logs. His brow furrows as he studies the data. “This is strange,” he mutters. “The record of the door unlocking has been wiped clean. And look here,” he points to a section of the screen, “the alarm was manually activated. It wasn’t triggered by the sensors.”

Alcina's eyes narrow. “Someone wanted to see her try to escape,” she says, more to herself than to the guard. “There’s a conspiracy at play here.”

The guard looks up at her, concern etched on his face. “What should we do, Dr. Dimitrescu?”

Alcina considers her options. As a hired scientist, her role is to conduct experiments and gather data, not to root out conspiracies. Yet, the thought of someone manipulating the situation, using you as a pawn for their own amusement, troubles her deeply.

“Keep an eye on the logs and surveillance footage,” Alcina instructs. “And do not mention a word of this to anyone. We don’t know who we can trust.”

The guard nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. Alcina leaves the surveillance room, her mind racing. She knows she needs to keep a close watch on you and the facility’s operations. If there’s a deeper plot at work, she needs to be prepared.

Returning to her quarters, Alcina sits at her desk, her thoughts consumed by the day’s events. She can’t shake the image of you, vulnerable and afraid, trying to escape a fate that someone else has orchestrated. She resolves to protect you as best as she can, even if it means going against the hidden powers within the organization.

The next morning, Alcina visits you in your room once again for breakfast. She watches you carefully, her demeanor softer than before. “How are you feeling today?” she asks, her voice gentle.

You look up at her, surprise evident in your eyes at her concern. “Better,” you reply cautiously.

“Good,” Alcina says with a nod. “I need you to be strong for what’s coming. We both do.”

As you eat, Alcina’s mind is already working on a plan. She will continue the experiments, but with a renewed purpose. She will gather information, not just for her research, but to uncover the truth behind the conspiracy. And perhaps, in doing so, she can find a way to keep you safe and bring an end to the cruel games being played behind the scenes.

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The morning session begins with Alcina once again focused on reshaping your behavior through strict discipline. She stands before you, her presence commanding and unyielding. “Touch yourself in front of me.” she says, her voice cold and authoritative.

The command sends a shiver down your spine. Tears well up in your eyes as you reluctantly comply, your hands trembling. The humiliation is overwhelming, but you have no choice but to obey.

You slowly reach down to your clit and start to rub at a slow pace after you’re being stripped, Alcina watches you intently, her eyes never leaving your form. You try to caress every inch of your skin and softly moan.

“Good,” she stops you before you can reach your orgasm. “Now, kneel on the bed, head on the pillow, bottoms up. And touch yourself again.”

You hold your tears while masturbating with this position. Each task she assigns is designed to degrade and break you. You cry and beg her to stop, but Alcina ignores your pleas, her expression remaining stoic. The session is relentless, pushing you to your emotional limits.

In the afternoon, Alcina instructs her assistant to use different equipment to stimulate your senses, ensuring you are immersed in a state of ecstasy the entire time while she is away. She needs to report to her boss and prepare the necessary documents. “Make sure she stays in this state until I return,” Alcina orders, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Her assistant nods and activates the machines. You feel the devices come to life, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through your body. The sensations are overwhelming, your senses bombarded without reprieve. The assistant observes your reactions closely, documenting every response with meticulous detail.

Time blurs as the relentless stimulation continues. Your body is caught in a cycle of rising pleasure and fleeting relief, your mind barely able to keep up with the sensations. Each peak leaves you more exhausted, yet the machines continue their work without mercy.

By the end of the day, Alcina finally returns. She reviews the records her assistant has meticulously noted down. Her eyes scan the pages, her expression thoughtful. “My boss requires a different approach to the experiment,” she says, and turns to her assistant, “I need to discuss this further with you.”

With that, Alcina signals for her assistant to release you from the equipment. Your body is limp with exhaustion, barely able to support your own weight. They escort you back to your room, the day's torment leaving you physically and emotionally drained.

As you lie in bed, your mind races with fear and uncertainty about what the next phase of the experiment will entail. Alcina's words echo in your mind, a constant reminder of the power she holds over you. You take a deep breath, trying to steel yourself for whatever comes next, knowing that the only way to survive is to endure.

~*~

That night, you find yourself dreaming vividly. In your dream, you walk into the laboratory on your own, the familiar sterile environment bathed in an eerie light. Alcina stands before you, barely dressed, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Without a word, she moves closer, her lips capturing yours in a forceful kiss. You’re overwhelmed by the suddenness, but your body responds instinctively, complying with her every move.

She pushes you onto a nearby bed, her kisses trailing down your body. Your skin tingles under her touch, every sensation amplified. You see something strapped to her waist, and as she presses herself against you, she pushes a rubber cock inside you. The sensation is a shock at first, but then waves of pleasure ripple through you, and you can't help but moan loudly with each thrust. The pleasure is intense, almost unbearable, and you feel yourself losing control, completely surrendering to her dominance.

When you wake up, you feel utterly drained, the memory of the dream lingering vividly in your mind. You lie there, trying to shake off the disorienting mixture of pleasure and confusion. It felt so real, every touch, every sensation. But it was just a dream... wasn’t it?

That morning, you are escorted back to the laboratory. To your surprise, Alcina doesn’t begin the usual discipline session. Instead, she asks you to complete a series of surveys. Her demeanor is oddly calm and professional. She attaches a device to your most sensitive spot, its presence a constant reminder of your vulnerability.

As you work through the surveys, a thought crosses your mind: could it be that the dream was real? You glance at Alcina, searching for any sign that might betray the truth. She seems focused on her work, her face impassive. Yet, something in the way she occasionally glances at you makes you wonder.

“Is something wrong?” Alcina asks, her eyes meeting yours.

You hesitate, unsure whether to voice your suspicion. “No, just... tired,” you say finally.

She nods, accepting your answer without further question. The surveys continue, the device’s gentle stimulation keeping you on edge. Your mind races with possibilities, trying to piece together the fragments of your dream and the reality of your situation.

As the session progresses, you can’t help but notice that Alcina’s demeanor is different today. There’s a subtle change in her behavior, a hint of something unspoken. It fuels your confusion and curiosity even more.

By the time the session ends, you’re more perplexed than ever. The dream’s vividness, the unusual tasks today, Alcina’s behavior, it all swirls together in your mind, leaving you with more questions than answers. As you’re escorted back to your room, you resolve to stay alert, to look for any clues that might reveal the truth behind your dream and the strange events unfolding around you.

Chapter Text

In the afternoon, Alcina gathers everyone in the laboratory to make an announcement. Her demeanor is serious, her usual cold detachment replaced by a sense of urgency. “After reviewing the survey results, my boss has decided to introduce a new element to our program,” she begins. “Next Monday, we will hold a competition where the subjects will compete against each other.”

A murmur ripples through the room, confusion and apprehension evident on everyone’s faces. You raise your hand, your voice trembling as you ask, “What do you mean by eliminated?”

Alcina’s gaze meets yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of something in her eyes—perhaps regret, or maybe just frustration. “Eliminated means exactly that,” she says bluntly. “The last-place subject will be... removed from the program, and their identity will be wiped clean from this world.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You swallow hard, trying to process the gravity of her statement. “And what happens to the scientist who trained the eliminated subject?” you ask, dreading the answer.

Alcina’s expression darkens. “The scientist will be fired and likely face imprisonment,” she replies. “We are all under immense pressure to succeed.”

A heavy silence fills the room as everyone absorbs the implications. Alcina continues, her voice resolute. “The competition will not only test you but also us as your trainers. We must work together to ensure we do not fail. Your performance is crucial to both our futures.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. “Do you know what the competition will involve?” you ask, hoping for some insight that might give you an edge.

Alcina shakes her head. “I don’t know the specifics, but I suspect it will be related to the daily experiments we’ve been conducting. Physical endurance, mental resilience, perhaps even obedience tests.”

The rest of the day is a blur as you and the other subjects are released back to your rooms. The looming threat of the competition hangs over you, a constant weight on your mind. That night, sleep eludes you, thoughts racing as you try to imagine what the next week will bring.

Over the following days, Alcina ramps up your training. The sessions are grueling, pushing you to your limits and beyond. She is relentless, her focus unwavering as she prepares you for the unknown challenges ahead. Despite the harshness of her methods, you can sense her desperation—she is as much at risk as you are.

During one particularly intense session, Alcina takes a moment to speak to you privately. “I know this is difficult,” she says, her voice softer than usual. “But you have to trust me. We can get through this if we work together. I need you to be strong, to push yourself harder than ever before.”

You nod, determination hardening within you. “I understand. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

As the days pass, the bond between you and Alcina deepens, forged in the crucible of shared adversity. You come to rely on each other, each aware that the other’s fate is intertwined with their own. The fear of failure drives you both, but so does a growing sense of camaraderie.

Finally, the day of the competition arrives. The tension is palpable as you and the other subjects are gathered in a large, sterile room. The scientists stand off to the side, their expressions a mix of anxiety and resolve. Alcina stands close to you, her presence a reassuring anchor in the storm of your fear.

A high-ranking official steps forward, his voice booming as he explains the rules and stakes of the competition. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. As the first challenge is announced, you glance at Alcina. She gives you a small nod, a silent promise that she is with you every step of the way.

The competition begins, and you dive into the tasks with everything you have. Each challenge tests your endurance, your willpower, and your ability to stay focused under pressure. Alcina’s training echoes in your mind, guiding you through the trials. You fight with every ounce of strength and determination, knowing that failure is not an option—for either of you.

As the final challenge approaches, exhaustion threatens to overwhelm you, but you push through, fueled by the stakes and the bond you’ve formed with Alcina. The last task is announced, and you give it your all, every movement, every breath a testament to your resilience.

When it’s over, you stand beside Alcina, breathless and trembling, waiting for the results. The official reads out the rankings, and when your name is called as one of the top performers, relief washes over you. You’ve made it. You’ve survived.

Alcina’s eyes meet yours, a rare smile breaking across her face. “You did it,” she whispers, her voice filled with pride and relief. “We did it.”

In that moment, something flicks in your heart. You know that no matter what comes next, you have the strength to face it. Together, you’ve overcome the odds, and you’re ready for whatever the future holds.

~*~

The next morning, Alcina knocks on your door, her demeanor markedly lighter than usual. She carries a stack of papers and a tray with breakfast for both of you. When you open the door, she surprises you by giving you a warm hug. “You did it,” she says, her voice filled with genuine pride. “Because of your performance, I got a raise and will be involved in more programs.”

She hands you your breakfast and sets the papers on the table. “As for you, you’ve earned a week off from any training or experiments. Also,” she adds, her eyes meeting yours, “you’ve been granted an identity card. It’s limited and forbids access to certain areas, but it marks a significant change.”

You look at the papers, feeling a mix of emotions. Alcina continues, “You’ve been hired as the organization’s long-term testing subject, with an incredibly high salary. But there’s a catch: you must sign this contract.”

You hesitate, your longing for freedom warring with the temptation of the high salary. Signing means giving up any hope of leaving, yet the financial security is almost too good to pass up. “What if I don’t want to sign it?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Alcina’s expression turns serious. “If you don’t sign, you’ll be transferred to another scientist. I can’t guarantee what will happen then. At least with this contract, I’ll still be responsible for you. I know this isn’t the freedom you want, but I can make sure you’re treated well.”

You take a deep breath, the weight of the decision pressing down on you. Alcina’s presence, her offer, the salary—it all swirls in your mind. You imagine the possible futures: staying under Alcina’s supervision, or facing an unknown scientist who might not be as considerate.

“You have a week to think about it,” Alcina says gently, sensing your turmoil. “Take your time. Enjoy your break. But know that I’m here to ensure you’re safe and cared for, as much as this situation allows.”

For the next week, you try to enjoy your days off. You explore the areas you’re allowed in, savoring the small taste of autonomy. But the looming decision never leaves your mind. Each day, you weigh the pros and cons, turning the contract over in your head.

Alcina checks in on you regularly, her demeanor warm and supportive. She shares more about her work, her aspirations, and even some of the struggles she faces within the organization. It’s a side of her you haven’t seen before, and it deepens your understanding of her.

On the final day of your break, you sit with Alcina once more. The papers are in front of you, the pen in your hand. “I need to know one thing,” you say, looking into her eyes. “If I sign this, will you promise to always look out for me? To never let me become just another experiment?”

Alcina places her hand over yours. “I promise. I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and ensure you have a voice in this place. And I want to keep training you as well.”

Taking a deep breath, you sign the contract. As the ink dries, you feel a mix of relief and resignation. You’ve chosen security over uncertainty, companionship over isolation.

Alcina smiles, a rare warmth in her eyes. “Thank you for trusting me,” she says. “We’ll navigate this together.”

With the contract signed, a new chapter begins. While the future is still uncertain, you feel a strange sense of peace. You and Alcina have formed a bond, a partnership in this strange and challenging world. And for now, that’s enough.

Chapter Text

Before your day starts, your thoughts inevitably drift back to last week’s competition. The memory is still fresh, vivid, etched into your mind as if it happened mere moments ago. You can feel your pulse quickening, a reminder of the intense challenges you faced, each stage pushing you further, testing the limits of your endurance, control, and submission.

The higher-ups announced the competition’s beginning with an air of indifference, as though what was about to unfold was just another routine experiment. But you knew better. The first stage alone was enough to unsettle you. Each subject, including yourself, sat on the chairs provided, ordered to touch themselves, to cum within thirty minutes. The mere thought of doing this in front of so many eyes made your skin prickle with unease. But as you glanced around, saw the others already lost in the task, you forced yourself to focus inward, on your body’s sensations. The embarrassment that initially clouded your thoughts slowly gave way to determination. You reached your peak in fifteen minutes, surprising even yourself.

Stage 2 was no easier. It was a discipline challenge, designed to break down any remnants of resistance. The scientists paired off with subjects at random, and you were matched with a woman whose stern, unreadable expression made your stomach churn. Her eyes were cold, her voice devoid of emotion as she issued her commands. You followed without hesitation, stripping bare, touching yourself as she instructed, even inserting your fingers as directed. Her demands grew more degrading, kissing her heels, her thighs, all while maintaining eye contact. You complied, each act chipping away at your dignity, but you remained resolute.

It was the final command that broke through your facade of calm. Her fingers slid inside you for a brief, electrifying moment before she pulled away, a mocking smile playing on her lips as she told you to lick your own juices. You hesitated, just for a second, but it was enough. That smile told you everything—your score had suffered, a mark of shame you wouldn’t soon forget.

Stage 3 was all about endurance. You were made to ride a device, a cruel simulation of a horse, with a vibrator pressed firmly against you. The intensity increased every minute, and your goal was to last as long as possible without screaming. You managed thirty minutes, a feat considering you'd already reached your peak twice, but the pressure became unbearable. When you finally screamed, it wasn't from pain—it was from the overwhelming, inescapable pleasure.

Stage 4 introduced a new kind of torment: spanking. You were tied over a bench, vulnerable, exposed, as the scientists took turns wielding various implements. The unpredictability was the worst part—never knowing what would strike you next, only that it would hurt. Each blow was a test of your resolve, and you clenched your teeth so hard you feared they might crack, but you refused to scream. You held out, even as your body trembled with the effort.

The final stage, Stage 5, was another test of your control. Ten scientists, each armed with a different vibrator, approached you one by one. Tied to a chair, your legs spread wide, you braced yourself as they took their turns. The rule was simple: don’t climax. Some of the vibrations were manageable, others nearly pushed you over the edge. You gritted your teeth, focused on anything but the sensations coursing through you.

When the last scientist approached, you were already on the brink. She seemed to sense your struggle, and her hand lingered, intensifying the vibrations just enough to make your body quake with need. It was only the time running out that saved you. The competition was over.

Now, as you prepare for the day ahead, the memories of the competition linger like a shadow, a reminder of what you’ve endured, what you’ve survived. You don’t know what the higher-ups have in store for you next, but you do know one thing: you’ll face it head-on, just like last week.

~*~

Despite Alcina’s promise that you wouldn’t just be another experiment, your title in this facility remains “subject.” With the new program underway, Alcina cancels the morning discipline sessions. Instead, she assigns you a rigorous exercise routine at the facility’s gym, ensuring you build the strength needed for the more demanding tests in the afternoons.

Each morning, you spend three hours pushing your body to its limits, running on treadmills, lifting weights, and performing endurance exercises. The physical exertion is exhausting, but you find a strange sense of solace in the routine. It’s a break from the mental and emotional strain of the experiments.

In the afternoons, Alcina’s assistant escorts you to the lab as usual. Today, Alcina informs you that the new program will be far more intense than anything you’ve experienced before. You swallow hard, your heart pounding as her assistants start attaching various devices to your body. Wires run from electrodes on your skin to a control panel, and your sensitive spots are once again equipped with the same apparatus used during your punishment after the escape attempt.

The memory of the intense shocks and the overwhelming sensations floods back, causing you to tremble. “Please, stop,” you whisper, looking up at Alcina with pleading eyes. For a moment, you think you see a flicker of empathy in her gaze, but it’s quickly replaced by her cold, clinical expression.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice void of emotion. “This is necessary for the program.”

With that, she activates the machine. The familiar hum of the equipment fills the room, and the first wave of sensations hits you. The shocks, though controlled, send jolts of pain and pleasure through your body, making you gasp and writhe. Alcina and her assistants monitor your reactions, taking notes and adjusting the settings to push you further.

Each session is a grueling test of endurance, designed to measure your physical and psychological limits. The shocks vary in intensity and duration, keeping your body in a constant state of heightened sensitivity. The pain is excruciating at times, but the pleasure is equally overwhelming, creating a torturous cycle that leaves you exhausted and disoriented.

As the days pass, the morning exercise sessions become a respite compared to the afternoons. Your body grows stronger, but the mental strain of the experiments takes its toll. The line between pain and pleasure blurs, and you find yourself dreading each afternoon with increasing anxiety.

One evening, after a particularly brutal session, Alcina visits you in your room. She sits beside you, her usual cold demeanor softened. “I know this is difficult,” she says quietly. “But the data we’re collecting is invaluable. It could lead to breakthroughs that save lives.”

You look at her, feeling a mixture of anger and helplessness. “At what cost?” you ask, your voice hoarse from screaming during the day.

Alcina sighs, reaching out to take your hand. “I wish there was another way. But as long as you’re here, I promise to do everything I can to make this bearable. You’re not just a subject to me.”

Her words bring little comfort, but you nod, too tired to argue. The next morning, you’re back in the gym, pushing through the exercises with a grim determination. The afternoon sessions continue, each one more intense than the last, but you cling to the small moments of kindness Alcina shows you, hoping they’re genuine.

One day, after an especially taxing session, Alcina asks you to stay behind. “I’ve been thinking,” she says, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant. “There might be a way to make these sessions less torturous. A method to desensitize you to the pain while maintaining the integrity of the experiment.”

You look at her, a glimmer of hope in your eyes. “Anything would be better than this.”

Alcina nods, her expression thoughtful. “I’ll need to discuss it with my superiors, but I’ll do what I can. Just... hang in there a little longer.”

The next few days are a blur of physical exertion and mental endurance. The sessions remain brutal, but Alcina’s words give you a thread of hope to hold onto. You focus on surviving each day, pushing through the pain and clinging to the possibility of a less torturous future.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Alcina returns with news. “I’ve gotten approval to try a new approach,” she says. “It won’t eliminate the pain, but it should make it more manageable.”

You nod, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. The next session is different; the shocks are still intense, but there’s a new element—a gradual desensitization that makes the pain less overwhelming. It’s still excruciating, but the edge is dulled, allowing you to endure the sessions with a bit more resilience.

Through it all, Alcina remains by your side, her presence a constant reminder of your promise to work together. The bond between you strengthens, forged in the fires of shared suffering and mutual determination. And while the future remains uncertain, you face it with a newfound resolve, knowing you’re not alone in this struggle.

~*~

Weeks pass in a blur of grueling routines and relentless testing. One morning, as you sit down to breakfast, someone barges into your room. Before you can react, you’re dragged away to a different laboratory. The unfamiliar space heightens your anxiety, and you’re tied to a chair, your mind racing with questions.

A new face appears before you—a woman with a cold, calculating gaze. “Who are you? Where’s Alcina?” you demand, trying to keep your voice steady.

The woman smirks. “My name is Charlie. Alcina is under review for her performance. It seems she hasn’t been pushing you to your limits, so her fate is currently unknown.”

Fear grips you as Charlie explains further. “Now, you’re under my watch. We need to see if Alcina has been protecting you and neglecting her duties as a scientist.”

Charlie wastes no time in activating the devices attached to your body. The electricity surges through you, far more intense than anything Alcina ever subjected you to. You cry out, begging her to stop, but she only sneers. “I won’t stop until you meet the standard.”

Hours pass in a haze of agony. Each jolt of electricity feels like fire coursing through your veins. When Charlie finally deactivates the devices, you’re trembling and drenched in sweat. She grips your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes. “You didn’t meet the standards,” she says with a wicked smile. “So we’ll try again.”

She activates the devices again, and the new wave of electricity is even more intense. The pain is unbearable, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of consciousness. Two hours later, she finally stops the machines. “You’d better do better tomorrow,” she warns. “Or I’ll be forced to write a report saying you’re not qualified to be a paid subject anymore. And we both know what 'elimination' means.”

That night, you lie in your bed, your body aching and your mind racing. You think of Alcina and her promise to protect you. Has she truly failed you, or is there something more sinister at play? The fear of what Charlie might do hangs over you, and you know you need to find a way to survive.

The next morning, you’re taken back to Charlie’s lab. The routine repeats—endless hours of excruciating pain and desperate attempts to meet her impossible standards. Each day blurs into the next, and you lose track of time, your world reduced to a cycle of torment and recovery.

One day, as you endure another brutal session, the lab door opens, and Alcina strides in. Her face is set in a mask of determination. “What’s going on here?” she demands.

Charlie looks up, her expression smug. “Just pushing your subject to the limits you failed to reach.”

Alcina’s eyes flash with anger. “This is torture, not testing.”

Charlie shrugs. “We need results. If you couldn’t get them, someone else has to.”

Alcina steps forward, her presence a balm to your tormented mind. “I’ll take it from here.”

Charlie smirks. “Be my guest. But if you don’t get results, you both know the consequences.”

Alcina gently unties you from the chair and helps you to your feet. “Come on,” she says softly. “Let’s get you out of here.”

As you leave the lab, you feel a flicker of hope. Alcina’s presence is a reminder that you’re not alone in this nightmare. She leads you back to your room, her touch gentle and reassuring.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice filled with regret. “I didn’t know they would do this.”

You nod, too exhausted to speak. Alcina sits beside you, her expression resolute. “We’ll find a way through this. I promise.”

The days that follow are a mix of intense training and careful recovery. Alcina pushes you, but she does so with a gentleness and care that Charlie lacked. She monitors your progress closely, adjusting the sessions to maximize your endurance without breaking you.

One evening, Alcina sits with you, her gaze thoughtful, “There’s a way we can meet their standards without resorting to Charlie’s methods. But it will require trust and cooperation.”

You meet her eyes, seeing the determination and sincerity there. “What do you need me to do?” you ask.

Alcina outlines a plan—one that involves pushing your limits in a controlled, measured way. It’s grueling, but it’s a far cry from the torture Charlie inflicted. Together, you work through the sessions, your body growing stronger, your mind more resilient.

The day of the review arrives. Charlie watches with a skeptical eye as you undergo the final tests. To her surprise—and yours—you meet the standards, pushing through the pain with a determination born of necessity and trust.

Alcina stands by your side, her expression proud. “We did it,” she whispers.

Charlie’s face is a mask of frustration, but she can’t deny the results. “Fine,” she snaps. “But this isn’t over.”

As she leaves, Alcina turns to you, her smile warm and reassuring. “We’ve made it this far,” she says. “And we’ll keep going, no matter what.”

In the following days, you find a renewed sense of purpose. The bond between you and Alcina grows stronger, forged in the fires of shared struggle and mutual respect. Together, you navigate the challenges of the program, knowing that as long as you have each other, you can face whatever comes your way.

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One morning, Alcina informs you that her bosses are pleased with your endurance and the results of the electric program. They’ve decided to continue the program as a daily regimen and add a new experiment from another department. This new experiment involves a novel type of medicine designed to see how long a person can sustain desires.

The following day, Alcina’s assistant injects the medicine into your veins. As the concoction spreads through your body, you feel a surge of desire rising from within. They attach the familiar devices to your body: one at your sensitive spot, set to vibrate in random modes, and others placed strategically to deliver a mix of electric and vibrational stimulation.

Alcina stands by, observing closely. “This program isn’t about how intense you can bear the sensations,” she explains. “It’s about seeing how long the desire can be maintained.”

The medicine works quickly, and soon you’re overwhelmed by an uncontrollable need. The first wave of climax hits you, leaving you breathless and trembling. Alcina steps forward, her eyes searching yours. “Should I stop?” she asks.

Without hesitation, you shake your head. “Don’t stop. I want more.”

A flicker of surprise crosses her face, quickly replaced by a thoughtful expression. She nods to her assistant, and the devices continue their relentless stimulation. The hours blur together in a haze of ecstasy and longing. Each wave of climax only seems to heighten your desire rather than satiate it.

Throughout the ordeal, Alcina monitors your reactions, occasionally asking how you feel and if you need a break. Each time, your answer is the same: you want more. The medicine sustains your heightened state for ten grueling hours. By the end, your body is exhausted, but the desires still linger, albeit at a more manageable level.

As the session ends, Alcina helps you back to your room. “The results were... impressive,” she admits, her voice softer than usual. “You lasted longer than expected.”

You nod, too drained to respond properly. She helps you settle into bed, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Get some rest,” she says. “You’ve earned it.”

The days that follow are a blur of similar experiments, each pushing the boundaries of your endurance and desires. The medicine becomes a regular part of your routine, and the sessions with Alcina grow more intense.

One night, after another exhausting day, Alcina knocks on your door. She enters with a cup of tea, her demeanor unusually kind. “How are you feeling?” she asks, sitting beside you.

“Tired,” you admit. “But... I think I’m getting used to it.”

She nods, a hint of admiration in her eyes. “You’re stronger than you realize.”

You sip the tea, grateful for the moment of peace. “Why do you do this?” you ask quietly. “Why push me so hard?”

Alcina’s expression softens. “I see potential in you. And... I believe in the importance of these experiments. But that doesn’t mean I enjoy seeing you in pain.”

“Then why continue?” you press.

She looks away, as if gathering her thoughts. “Because the results matter. And because... I want to protect you. As long as I’m in charge, I can ensure you’re not subjected to unnecessary cruelty.”

Her words offer a small comfort. You nod, understanding the complexity of her position. “Thank you,” you say, your voice barely a whisper.

Alcina smiles faintly. “Get some rest. Tomorrow is another day.”

As you drift off to sleep, you can’t help but wonder about the future. The experiments are grueling, but they’ve revealed a resilience you never knew you had. With Alcina by your side, you feel a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. The journey ahead is uncertain, but you’re determined to face it with newfound strength and resolve.

~*~

A few days after the medicine program ends, Alcina informs you that her boss has initiated a new experiment called the “Switch Program.” In this program, scientists will rotate subjects among themselves, testing them in different experiments to gather more comprehensive data. The goal is to see how subjects like you respond to varying stimuli and methods, ultimately allowing for a broader comparison of results.

When you ask who will be involved, Alcina lists the names of ten scientists: Vivian, Kendra, Christina, Charlie, and others. The mention of Charlie’s name makes you stiffen with fear. Memories of her brutal methods flood your mind, and you shake your head in protest. Alcina notices your reaction and tries to reassure you, saying, “This program could give you valuable experience with different techniques. It’s an opportunity to prove you’re the best subject.”

Her words are meant to comfort, but they don’t entirely ease your anxiety. Still, you nod in reluctant agreement, knowing you have little choice. The Switch Program begins the following week.

On the first day, you’re escorted to a different lab, this time with a scientist named Kendra. She’s tall, beautiful, and exudes a confident authority. As she introduces herself, she explains that today’s session will focus on vibration and sensitivity exploration, a program she’s been refining for some time.

You can’t help but notice the difference in her demeanor compared to Alcina’s. There’s a calculated sharpness to Kendra’s gaze, a sense that she’s always assessing, always calculating. Her assistant methodically attaches the familiar devices to your body, each placement precise and intentional. But the final touch is something new: a blindfold. The sudden loss of vision heightens your anxiety, and you tense up, anticipating what’s to come.

“Alcina didn’t use a blindfold before,” you murmur, trying to calm your racing heart.

Kendra smiles, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “I like to see how people react when one of their senses is taken away. It amplifies everything else.”

When she activates the machines, the vibrations begin softly, almost teasingly. But without your sight, the sensations feel sharper, more intense. Every pulse and thrum against your sensitive spots sends shocks of pleasure through your body, and you find yourself reaching your peak faster than usual. The loss of visual grounding leaves you disoriented, vulnerable, and the intensity of it all quickly overwhelms you.

As the sensations build to an unbearable crescendo, you cry out, “Please, stop!”

But Kendra only chuckles, her voice a sultry purr. “I’ve heard a lot about you. They say you’re one of the best. Let’s see how far you can really go.”

With that, she increases the intensity of the vibrations. The machines hum louder, their frequency so powerful that it makes your entire body tremble. The sensations become too much, pushing you beyond the edge of pleasure into something more raw, more primal. You scream, your body convulsing with every wave of ecstasy that crashes through you.

The blindfold amplifies everything, the loss of control, the intensity of the experience, the overwhelming pleasure. You’re caught in a loop of sensations, unable to predict when the next wave will hit, unable to brace yourself for the onslaught. Your body responds instinctively, driven by the primal need for release, even as your mind struggles to keep up.

Kendra’s voice cuts through the fog of your senses. “You’re doing beautifully,” she coos, her tone laced with dark satisfaction. “Just a little longer.”

Minutes stretch into what feels like hours, and you lose track of time, of everything except the relentless pleasure coursing through you. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Kendra mercifully dials down the intensity, allowing you to catch your breath. Your body is a trembling, spent mess, and you slump against the restraints, utterly exhausted.

Kendra removes the blindfold, and your vision slowly returns. She watches you with a satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with the results. “You did well,” she says, almost as if she’s rewarding you with those words. “But this is just the beginning. Tomorrow, we’ll see how much further you can go.”

You’re escorted back to your room, every step a reminder of the ordeal you’ve just endured. As you lie in bed that night, your body still buzzing with residual sensations, you can’t help but wonder how much more you can take. The Switch Program has only just begun, and already, it’s pushing you to your limits.

But deep down, a part of you knows that you have to endure, because if you don’t, the consequences might be far worse.

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The next morning, as you sit in the cold, clinical atmosphere of Kendra’s lab, when you’re asking about what’s her role in this Switch Program, she says, “Each scientist will be responsible for their assigned subject for an entire week,” her voice smooth and authoritative. “Not only will we gather more comprehensive data, but we must also ensure the subject’s well-being. And, of course, we’ll have to report our findings to the initial scientist who owns the subject.”

Her words settle heavily in your mind. The idea of being passed from one scientist to another, each with their own methods and motives, fills you with unease. But there’s no room for protest. You know this all too well by now.

Kendra wastes no time getting started. The experiment is similar to the previous day’s—vibrations, sensitivity exploration—but this time, she ties you to a bed. The restraints are firm but not painful, holding your arms and legs in place as she prepares the equipment. The familiar hum of the machines fills the room, a sound you’ve come to dread and anticipate in equal measure.

Once again, she places a blindfold over your eyes. The darkness heightens your awareness, every breath and heartbeat magnified in the silence. Without sight, your world shrinks to the sensations that Kendra meticulously controls.

The vibrations start softly, teasingly, just as they did before. But this time, there’s a new element to the experiment. Kendra’s hands roam over your body, her touch light and deliberate. She strokes your skin, tracing patterns across your chest, your stomach, your thighs. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, confusing your senses even more. Is this really part of the experiment, or is she enjoying this in a way that goes beyond the professional?

“You’re responding well,” Kendra murmurs, her voice close to your ear. “This is important for the data. Every sensation counts.”

But you sense something else in her tone, something more personal, more indulgent. The vibrations grow stronger, their rhythm unpredictable, keeping you on edge. Kendra’s hands continue their exploration, teasing your most sensitive spots, amplifying the pleasure until it borders on pain. The blindfold makes it impossible to anticipate her next move, each touch, each pulse from the machines catching you off guard.

You find yourself trembling under her hands, the sensations overwhelming. Every time you think you’ve reached your limit, she pushes you further, her touch intensifying the already unbearable stimulation. You try to keep control, to stay focused on anything other than the pleasure coursing through your body, but it’s a losing battle.

“You’re doing great so far,” Kendra whispers, her breath hot against your skin. “Just a little more, and we’ll be done for the day.”

But her words offer little comfort. She continues to tease you, her fingers dancing across your skin in a way that feels almost intimate. Despite your best efforts, your body responds to her touch, the pleasure building to a point where it feels like you might break.

The blindfold keeps you disoriented, trapped in a world of darkness and sensation. You can’t see her, but you can feel her, every touch, every vibration burning into your senses. The combination of her hands and the machines is overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, after what feels like hours, she dials back the intensity, allowing you to catch your breath. But even as the machines slow, Kendra’s hands don’t stop. She continues to stroke your body, her touch lingering, almost possessive.

When she finally removes the blindfold, your vision is blurry, your body spent. Kendra looks down at you, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Good girl, you did pretty well.” she says, echoing the words she spoke yesterday. But this time, there’s a different edge to her voice, something that makes you uneasy.

As you’re untied and helped off the bed, you can’t shake the feeling that this experiment wasn’t just about gathering data. There was something else in Kendra’s touch, something that felt too personal, too intimate. And as you’re escorted back to your room, the memory of her hands on your body lingers, making it impossible to find any real comfort.

You lie in bed that night, the sensations from the day still echoing through you. The Switch Program has only just begun, but already, it’s pushing you in ways you never imagined. And with each passing day, you wonder just how much more you can take—and what Kendra’s real intentions might be.

~*~

The next morning, as you step into Kendra’s lab, there’s an unsettling calm in the air. Kendra is seated at her desk, intently focused on a stack of papers. She doesn’t look up when you enter, merely gesturing to her assistant to begin the routine. You’re guided to the bed, the cold metal restraints securing your wrists and ankles as you’re positioned face down. The blindfold is placed over your eyes, shrouding you in darkness, heightening your other senses.

The vibrations start soon after, a familiar hum that you’ve come to expect. But today, there’s a new intensity, a different kind of anticipation in the air. You can feel Kendra’s presence as she moves closer, the sound of her heels clicking against the sterile floor.

Her touch is gentle at first, a light stroke along your shoulders, but it quickly becomes something more. Her fingers trail down your spine, the sensation both soothing and electrifying. Your body responds instinctively, muscles tensing as her hand continues its descent, tracing the contours of your back, moving lower until she reaches the sensitive skin of your thighs.

Kendra’s soft chuckle echoes in the room, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “You’re more sensitive than I expected,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “It seems Alcina didn’t take the time to truly explore her subject’s potential. Testing your limits is one thing, but understanding what drives you to those limits—that’s where the real knowledge lies.”

Her fingers glide between your legs, teasing you in time with the machine’s steady rhythm. The vibrations, once manageable, are now overwhelming, especially with Kendra’s touch amplifying every sensation. Your body reacts involuntarily, a mix of pleasure and desperation coursing through you. Each caress, each gentle prod, pushes you closer to the edge, and yet, Kendra never lets you fall over completely. She’s in control, and she knows it.

“You’re getting so wet for me,” Kendra whispers in your ear, her breath warm against your skin. “Alcina has been wasting your potential, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure we uncover everything she missed.”

Her words are both a promise and a threat, and the weight of them settles heavily in your mind. Kendra’s exploration is methodical, relentless, her fingers dancing across your skin, finding every hidden sensitivity that you didn’t even know existed. She lingers on the spots that make you tremble, her touch growing firmer as she tests just how much you can take.

The vibrations intensify, and so does her touch. The combination is maddening, pushing you to the brink over and over again. You try to hold on, to maintain some semblance of control, but Kendra’s teasing is tireless, her fingers and the machine working in tandem to drive you to the point of madness.

“Good girl,” she murmurs, her tone laced with satisfaction. “But we’re not done yet. I want to see just how far you can go.”

You struggle against the restraints, the sensations overwhelming, but Kendra’s grip on you only tightens. She’s relentless, her hands exploring every inch of your body, leaving no spot untouched. The pleasure is intense, almost unbearable, and yet, you find yourself wanting more, needing more, even as it drives you to the edge of sanity.

Time loses all meaning as Kendra continues her exploration, her touch never faltering, never slowing. Each stroke, each vibration, pulls you deeper into a state of blissful torment, until you’re no longer sure where the pain ends and the pleasure begins.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Kendra eases off the intensity, allowing you to catch your breath. But even then, her hands don’t leave your body. She keeps you on that precipice, dangling between release and restraint, teasing you with the promise of more.

When she finally removes the blindfold, the world comes back into focus, but it feels different, as if you’ve crossed some invisible line. Kendra looks down at you, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and curiosity.

“You’ve also done pretty well today,” she says, her voice almost gentle now. “But remember, this is just the beginning. We’ve barely scratched the surface of what you’re capable of.”

As you’re untied and helped off the bed, your legs feel weak, your body spent. But even as you’re escorted back to your room, the memory of Kendra’s touch lingers, a constant reminder of the control she holds over you. And as you lie in bed that night, the sensations from the day still coursing through your veins, you can’t help but wonder just how far Kendra is willing to go—and how much more you can endure.

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The fourth day begins with a sense of foreboding as you step into Kendra’s lab. She’s already there, waiting for you, a riding crop held loosely in her hand. The sight of it makes your heart race, fear mixing with the anticipation that has become all too familiar over the past few days.

Kendra’s eyes flick over you, reading the apprehension on your face. She can see the way you stiffen, the way your eyes dart nervously toward the riding crop. A sly smile curves her lips, and she steps closer, her presence both commanding and unsettling.

“Scared?” she asks, her voice low and teasing. “Don’t worry. I promise it won’t feel as bad as you think when this riding crop kisses your skin.” There’s a wicked edge to her words, a promise of something dark and twisted.

Your wrists are bound and lifted above your head, the restraints holding you in place as you stand in the center of the lab, exposed and vulnerable. Kendra’s gaze sweeps over you, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something far more predatory. She steps behind you, her breath warm against your neck as she pulls the blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into darkness once again.

“Do I have a safe word?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

Kendra laughs, the sound rich and mocking. “Aww, Alcina gave you a safe word? How cute. But it’s pathetic, really. My own subjects never ask for a safe word, and neither will you. It’s unnecessary. Trust me, by the end of this, you’ll be begging for more, not for some useless safe word.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you tense as she steps back, the anticipation building. The first touch of the riding crop against your skin is gentle, almost a caress, and it surprises you. It doesn’t hurt, not like you expected. Instead, it’s a sharp, teasing sensation, one that sends a jolt of electricity through your body.

Kendra’s touch is methodical, calculated. She teases you with the crop, brushing it lightly against your skin, letting it linger just long enough to make you flinch in anticipation of the pain that never comes. When she does strike, it’s a quick, sharp snap against your buttocks, the sting more surprising than painful. You gasp, the sound echoing in the silent room, but the pain is fleeting, leaving behind a warmth that spreads through your body.

“See?” Kendra purrs, her voice full of dark satisfaction. “Not so bad, is it?”

She circles around you, her heels clicking against the floor, the sound growing louder as she moves behind you. You can feel her presence, the way the air shifts as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear.

“Now,” she whispers, her hand sliding down your body, brushing against your most sensitive areas, "I want you to beg. Beg me for more."

Your body betrays you, responding to her touch with a surge of desire that makes your knees weak. You can’t help it—the way she’s pushing you, playing with your senses, it’s all too much. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the words, but the cycle of pleasure and pain, the way she teases you with the riding crop, the way she touches you, it all drives you to the brink.

“P…Please, I...I want more, I beg you.” you finally breathe, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Kendra’s smile is audible in her voice as she continues her game. “That’s what I thought,” she murmurs. “You see, you don’t need a safe word. You need this. You need me.”

She strikes again, a little harder this time, but instead of pulling away, you find yourself arching into the sensation, your body craving the next touch, the next strike. Kendra’s laughter is soft, almost a purr, as she continues to push you, her strokes precise, designed to drive you to the edge again and again.

The blindfold amplifies everything—the sound of her heels, the feel of the crop, the way her hands slide over your skin, teasing, taunting. It’s a dramatic cycle of pleasure and denial, edging you until you’re trembling, desperate, and all you can do is beg for more.

By the time Kendra finally steps back, letting the vibrations from the machine take over, you’re a trembling mess. The mixture of pain, pleasure, and the overwhelming need for release has driven you to a point where you no longer care about anything but the sensations coursing through your body.

“Good,” Kendra says, her voice full of satisfaction. “Now, let’s see just how much more you can take.”

She keeps you on that precipice, teetering between ecstasy and torment, until you’re no longer sure where one ends and the other begins. All you know is that you’re in her hands, completely under her control, and there’s no escape from the pleasure-pain cycle she’s created.

And just as she promised, by the end of it, the only thing you’re begging for is more.

~*~

The fifth day dawns, and you enter Kendra's lab, knowing what to expect yet feeling that familiar knot of anticipation in your stomach. Today, she leads you to a plush sofa, and your heart races as she instructs you to lift one leg. The position is embarrassing, exposing, and you can’t help but feel shy under her gaze.

“Why this position?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kendra chuckles, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh, it’s all part of the experiment. You’ll see. Just relax and trust me. I promise I’ll tease you plenty later.”

As the blindfold descends over your eyes, blocking your vision, the world fades into darkness. You hear movement around you, the soft rustle of fabric, and then the unmistakable sound of something being positioned between your legs. A surge of panic washes over you, but before you can fully comprehend what's happening, you feel a device pushing inside you, filling you completely.

You gasp at the sudden intrusion, the sensation sending waves of heat coursing through your body. Kendra’s laughter fills the air, playful and teasing, as she begins her familiar routine of exploration.

“Let’s see just how sensitive you really are,” she purrs, her voice a tantalizing whisper.

As the device starts to move in and out of your body, you struggle to keep your composure. Each thrust sends shivers of pleasure shooting through you, overwhelming your senses. The familiar cycle of pleasure begins to take hold, but there’s something different today. Kendra's presence looms large, a constant reminder of your vulnerability.

An hour passes, and just when you think you might catch your breath, she attaches something new against your sensitive spot. The sudden stimulation is electrifying, igniting your body in a way that makes you moan involuntarily. The pleasure builds, swelling inside you until you’re teetering on the edge of climax.

Then, just as you reach that peak, she stops. The abrupt cessation of stimulation leaves you gasping, your body yearning for release.

“Is it over?” you manage to ask, your heart racing.

But Kendra only chuckles softly, her amusement evident. “Not even close, darling. It’s barely two hours in, and we still have at least five to go. We’re just getting started.”

Before you can protest, she activates the machine again, plunging you back into that swirling sea of sensation. The device works its way inside you, the relentless rhythm quickly reestablishing its hold. The pressure builds again, and you find yourself begging for mercy, for her to stop.

“Please! Kendra, I can’t—" you cry out, your voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and desperation.

She cuts you off, her laughter bright and teasing. “Oh, come now. It’s only the third cycle. You can take more than this. Just think of how strong you’re becoming. You’re currently my best subject, after all.”

With each cycle, the sensations intensify, blending pleasure and torment in a dizzying mix. You lose track of time as Kendra pushes you further, deeper into your limits. The embarrassment of your position, the blindfold, the teasing—everything blurs into a haze of sensations that make it hard to think clearly.

Every time you feel yourself nearing the edge, she pulls back just enough to keep you from tipping over, then plunges you back into the depths of ecstasy. You’re trapped in a cycle of yearning, caught in a web of desire and denial, and the only thing you can do is surrender to her whims.

As the hours drag on, you find yourself oscillating between begging for release and pleading for more, the line between pleasure and pain blurring with every passing moment. The world outside fades, leaving just you, the sofa, and Kendra’s relentless pursuit of your limits. Each time you think you can’t take anymore, she proves you wrong, and with every laugh, every teasing remark, you realize that in this twisted game, she has complete control.

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The sixth day dawns with a sense of foreboding anticipation. Kendra has a meeting in the morning, so you are left to exercise in the gym, the routine eerily reminiscent of your time with Alcina. The hours pass slowly, your mind racing with thoughts of what the afternoon might bring.

When you finally step into Kendra’s lab, she greets you with a knowing smile. “I was in a meeting earlier,” she explains, “reporting to the boss along with the other scientists. We discussed the week so far and decided whether we should continue the program.”

You nod, curiosity and anxiety swirling within you. “How’s Alcina doing?” you ask, unable to hide your concern.

“Alcina is doing great,” Kendra replies, her tone almost teasing. “Her subject is very obedient and eager to bond with her, which made Vivian a bit mad. And when I reported about you, I could see jealousy in Alcina’s eyes.”

Kendra pauses, studying your reaction before continuing. “The boss said today will be the last day for experiments. Tomorrow, we will conduct a full survey from the subjects and the scientists.”

A mixture of relief and dread washes over you. Relief that the relentless cycle of experiments might finally pause, and dread for what Kendra might have in store for this final day.

“Since it’s the last day,” Kendra says, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I want to do something I’ve wanted to do since day one.”

She fetches a pair of handcuffs and binds your wrists behind your back, the cold metal biting into your skin. Leading you to the bed, she sits down first and positions you in front of her. The closeness is unnerving, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest as she presses your body against hers.

With a deliberate slowness, she places the blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, “I have to admit, Alcina did train you well. I wish some day I could possess you again. Now, reach your orgasms for me, and I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. I want to see you squirm, struggle, and beg me.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine. The familiar vibrations begin, but this time, there’s an added intensity to the moment. Her hands explore your body with expert precision, finding every sensitive spot with ease. The combination of her touch and the vibrations quickly becomes overwhelming.

You try to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control, but it’s futile. The sensations are too much, and you find yourself succumbing to the waves of pleasure that crash over you. You moan, unable to stifle the sounds of your desire, and Kendra’s laughter fills your ears.

“That's it,” she coos, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Let go. Show me how much you need this.”

You writhe against her, your body moving of its own accord as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. Every touch, every whisper, drives you closer to the edge. You can feel Kendra’s breath on your neck, her presence a constant reminder of your submission.

“Please,” you gasp, the words spilling from your lips before you can stop them. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

But Kendra only laughs, a wicked sound that sends another jolt of pleasure through you. “Oh, but you can. And you will. You’re mine until I’m satisfied.”

The cycle continues, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. You lose track of time, lost in the sensations and the relentless teasing. By the time Kendra finally allows you to cum, you’re a quivering mess, every nerve in your body alight with sensation.

As you come down from the high, Kendra removes the blindfold and unties your wrists. Her eyes are filled with a mixture of pride and something darker. “Good girl,” she says softly. “I hope you remember this experience.”

You nod, unable to find the words to respond. The week with Kendra has pushed you to your limits in ways you never imagined, and as you prepare for the survey and the end of the switch program, you can’t help but wonder what the future holds.

Kendra’s final words echo in your mind as you leave the lab, her touch still lingering on your skin. “I hope someday I can possess you again.”

~*~

The last day under Kendra’s watch begins with an air of finality. You step into her lab, expecting to fill out the survey forms yourself, but instead, Kendra holds the papers, ready to ask you the questions one by one.

She starts with the basics. “What was your first impression of me?”

You hesitate for a moment before replying honestly, “You scared me by your presence and your vibe.”

Kendra nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer. “And during these days, did you like the way I initiated the program? Why?”

“It was new and fresh,” you say, feeling a bit more confident. “Everything felt stronger with the blindfold, and... I liked your touch.”

She chuckles, a sound that sends a familiar shiver down your spine. “What part did you like the most throughout the program?”

You feel your cheeks heat up as you shyly reply, “It was the day you hung my wrists high and used the riding crop on me. It really surprised me.”

Kendra’s eyes gleam with amusement and satisfaction. “Good,” she says softly. She continues with several more questions, each one probing deeper into your experiences and feelings during the week. The survey lasts for an hour, and you answer each question as honestly as you can.

When it's finally over, you feel a mix of relief and sadness. Before you leave her lab, you muster the courage to say, “Thank you, Kendra.”

She tilts your chin up, her gaze locking with yours. “See you around, my darling,” she murmurs, leaning in to give you a soft, lingering kiss.

As you leave Kendra’s lab, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The week has been a rollercoaster of sensations and experiences, pushing you to your limits and beyond. The memory of Kendra’s touch and her words linger, and you can’t help but feel a pang of longing.

But for now, you carry the weight of your experiences with you, unsure of what the future holds but knowing that you’ve been changed in ways you never imagined.

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Kendra didn’t tell you that the next scientist to continue to initiate the program would be Charlie. As you’re escorted to her lab and see her familiar face, a wave of dread washes over you, nearly making your knees buckle.

Charlie sees you and her face lights up with a wicked smile. “Well, well, look who’s here,” she says, taking your hands in hers. “I’ve been looking forward to this. I expect you to do your best and behave, as my program is all about studying the relationship between stimulation, electricity, and unconditional obedience.”

The mention of electricity sends a shiver down your spine, memories of that painful session with Charlie flashing through your mind. Her cruel smile and the harsh words she spoke back then echo in your ears.

Charlie quickly checks your body before leading you to a chair. Her assistants move with practiced efficiency, attaching several wires and lines to your body. A red wire with a strange shape is attached to your sensitive spot, and a blue wire with a metal stick is inserted inside you. The sensation is strange and uncomfortable, heightening your anxiety.

Charlie stands before you, her hand hovering over the control panel. “Will you behave for the following week?” she asks, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of anticipation and cruelty.

You nod quickly, desperate to avoid the intense pain you know she’s capable of inflicting.

“Good,” she says, and without further warning, she activates the machines.

The first jolt of electricity makes you gasp, your body jerking against the restraints. The red wire sends a continuous vibration to your clit, while the blue wire delivers rhythmic pulses of electricity inside you. The sensations are overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that blurs the line between the two.

Charlie’s eyes never leave you as she adjusts the intensity, pushing you to the brink but never quite letting you fall over the edge.

Hours pass in a haze of stimulation and shocks. Your body trembles, sweat drips down your face, and your mind struggles to keep up with the relentless assault on your senses. Charlie’s assistants take notes, monitoring your responses and adjusting the machines as needed.

By the end of the session, you’re exhausted, your body humming with residual electricity. Charlie finally turns off the machines, her expression one of satisfaction mixed with amusement. “That's a good start,” she says, patting your cheek lightly. “But we’ve only just begun. I expect even better results tomorrow.”

As you’re escorted back to your room, your mind is a whirl of fear and exhaustion. The week ahead looms large and terrifying, but you know you have no choice but to endure. Charlie’s words echo in your mind: obedience, stimulation, electricity. You can only hope to survive the next days with your sanity intact.

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The second day under Charlie’s watch begins with a chilling sense of déjà vu. As you step into her lab, you notice the same devices from yesterday being prepared by her assistants. Your heart pounds as they attach the wires to your body, including the red wire on your sensitive spot and the metal stick inside you.

Charlie approaches with a playful glint in her eye. “Do you know why we put the metal inside you?” she asks.

You shake your head, feeling a mixture of dread and curiosity.

She continues, “Because when the device stimulates your G spot, your inner muscles will involuntarily contract and pulse. This will stimulate your inner muscles further, striking the sensitive spot inside you and creating a cycle. Eventually, the cycle will self-continue, and if the body is trained for at least a month, once the G spot is stimulated, it will make the person reach her own orgasm easily.”

A shiver runs down your spine at her words. Charlie activates the machine, and you brace yourself for what's to come.

“Sadly, I can only train you for a week,” she adds with a smirk.

As the machine begins its work, you feel the familiar pulse from the previous day. But now, with Charlie's explanation in mind, you notice the cycle she described starting to take hold. The vibrations and electric pulses create a feedback loop within your body, making your muscles contract and stimulate the metal inside you even further.

The sensations build rapidly, and before long, you’re on the brink of an intense orgasm. The combination of the external and internal stimulation pushes you over the edge, and you experience a wave of pleasure more intense than anything you've felt before. Your body convulses, and you cry out as the climax washes over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Charlie watches you closely, a satisfied smile on her lips. “See? Just as I said. Your body is already adapting to the cycle. By the end of the week, you’ll be able to reach your orgasm with just a touch.”

The session continues, and each time the cycle begins anew, it becomes easier and quicker for you to reach another climax. Charlie’s assistants meticulously record your reactions, ensuring that every detail is noted.

By the end of the session, your body is exhausted, but Charlie seems pleased with the progress. She turns off the machines and pats your cheek. “You’re doing well. We'll continue this tomorrow.”

As you’re escorted back to your room, your mind is reeling from the experience. The intensity of the pleasure and the way your body responded to the stimulation leaves you both frightened and intrigued. You can’t help but wonder what the rest of the week will bring and how much more your body will adapt to Charlie’s training.

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That night, you find yourself once again in a dream that feels all too real. Alcina’s touch, her voice, and the familiar strap below her waist dominate your thoughts. She takes you over and over again, and the sensations are almost painfully vivid.

You wake abruptly, realizing you are restrained on your bed in complete darkness. There’s something inside you, moving tirelessly, and the vibration on your sensitive spot keeps stimulating you relentlessly. You haven’t had a chance to ask who did this to you before the orgasm hits you, over and over, driving you to the edge of overstimulation until you finally pass out.

Morning arrives, and when you wake up, there’s no trace of the previous night’s torment. After breakfast, you’re taken to Charlie’s lab for another grueling session. Today is the third day, your body, already overstimulated from the night before, responds even more quickly, reaching multiple orgasms within the first twenty minutes. Charlie seems pleased with your responses, noting your increased sensitivity.

She guides you to the bed, binding your hands and legs apart. As she prepares the next stage, she inserts the metal device inside you again but leaves out the red wire. You initially think this might mean less stimulation, but you quickly realize how wrong you are. Charlie’s earlier prediction about the cycle forming proves true. Your inner muscles, trained to respond, begin contracting in familiar patterns, leading you to an internal orgasm without any direct stimulation to your clit.

Once you reach that internal orgasm, Charlie stops the machine temporarily, only to use a stimulation wand to force another climax directly from your sensitive spot. She then activates the machine again, throwing you back into the relentless cycle of pleasure and torment. The intensity of it drives you to beg for her to stop, but Charlie simply rubs your head gently and says, “You can be better than the standard.”

The cycle continues, pushing you to your limits and beyond. The combination of internal and external stimulation blurs the line between pleasure and pain, leaving you helplessly at Charlie’s mercy. Each time you think you can’t take anymore, she pushes you further, driving you to new heights of overstimulation.

Your body feels like it’s been through a gauntlet, but you also sense a strange, growing resilience within you. Charlie’s methods may be cruel, but they are undeniably effective in reshaping your responses and pushing your boundaries.

~*~

The third day in the afternoon under Charlie’s command begins with a sense of dread. Your wrists are bound above your head, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. Charlie's gleeful expression indicates another intense session ahead. As your legs are parted and the metal device is inserted inside you, a low current of electricity starts pulsing, causing your body to respond almost instinctively, craving more.

Charlie uses the stimulating wand on your sensitive spot, commanding you to reach your peak within ten seconds. The challenge seems impossible at first, but to your surprise, your body complies, climaxing almost immediately. Without giving you a moment to recover, she switches to another tool, attaching a device directly to your sensitive spot. This time, she demands you endure the intense stimulation for at least twenty seconds, warning that failure will result in punishment.

The device activates, and the overwhelming sensations flood your body. You struggle to bear it, but within seconds, the intensity becomes unbearable. True to her word, Charlie punishes you with a different device that delivers a low pulse of electricity to your sensitive spot. The combined stimulation makes you scream as you orgasm repeatedly.

Charlie then increases the electrical level of the metal device inside you, sending stronger shock waves through your body. After three or four cycles of intense stimulation, you suddenly feel an impulse wave, followed by a warm sensation between your legs. Something releases, and Charlie’s voice, filled with surprise and delight, announces, “You squirted.”

The realization hits you, adding to the overwhelming mix of sensations and emotions. Charlie’s assistants, having witnessed the event, exchange glances, clearly impressed by the result. Charlie, on the other hand, seems almost euphoric, as if this unexpected outcome has confirmed her methods.

“That’s really surprising,” Charlie says, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “It seems you have more potential than even I anticipated. We’re going to have so much fun exploring it further.”

She gives you a moment to catch your breath, then removes the devices and gently unties your wrists. Your legs feel weak and shaky, and your entire body trembles from the intensity of the session. Charlie’s assistants help you back to your room, where you collapse onto the bed, exhausted but somehow more resilient than before.

As you lie there, you can’t shake the feeling that something fundamental has changed within you. Charlie’s methods are brutal, but they are undeniably effective in pushing your boundaries and revealing new facets of your body’s responses. The next few days loom ahead, filled with both fear and a strange, unsettling anticipation.

You know that each session with Charlie will bring new challenges, new extremes of pleasure and pain. But a part of you is beginning to understand that surviving this ordeal might unlock something deeper, something powerful within yourself. And with that realization, you find a flicker of determination amidst the chaos, ready to face whatever comes next.

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The fourth day under Charlie’s control begins with a familiar sense of dread. As you step into the lab, expecting another session of intense stimulation, Charlie surprises you with a new directive. She instructs you to lie down on an examination table, her voice cold and clinical.

As you comply, your hands and legs are cuffed to the table, legs spread wide, rendering you immobile. The familiar feeling of the metal stick being inserted inside you sends a shiver down your spine. The low electricity begins its relentless pulsing, setting the stage for what you know will be another grueling session.

Charlie methodically uses the stimulation wand on your sensitive spot, observing your reactions with a detached curiosity. She seems intent on finding the exact point where your responses are most intense, alternating between different tools to test your strength and sensitivity. Every touch, every pulse of electricity, drives you closer to the edge without allowing any release.

Hours pass in this torturous examination, your body responding involuntarily to each new form of stimulation. Charlie’s assistants take notes, their expressions impassive as they record your every reaction. The torment is unending, each tool designed to push your limits without granting you the release you so desperately crave.

Finally, unable to endure the teasing any longer, you muster the courage to beg her for release. Charlie meets your eyes with a sadistic smile, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Of course! Ready for your most intense orgasm?”

You swallow hard, knowing what’s coming. She switches to the electric stimulation wand, positioning it perfectly on your sensitive spot. The instant it activates, a powerful wave of pleasure and pain courses through your body, driving you to the brink of insanity. You scream, your body writhing against the restraints, begging her to stop.

Charlie laughs, her voice filled with cruel delight. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Be a good girl and squirt for me again, or I won’t stop.”

The intensity of the stimulation is overwhelming, your body responding beyond your control. You can feel the pressure building, the climax approaching like a tidal wave. As the electric pulses continue, your inner muscles contract violently, and you let out a final, desperate scream as your body surrenders to the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

Charlie watches with satisfaction as you squirt, your body convulsing with the force of the release. She finally turns off the device, leaving you panting and trembling on the table.

“Good girl,” she murmurs, patting your cheek condescendingly. “You did well today. Let’s see how you handle tomorrow.”

As her assistants release the cuffs and help you back to your room, you’re left wondering how much more of this you can endure. Charlie’s methods are brutal, but they’re undeniably effective in breaking down your resistance and reshaping your responses.

Lying in bed that night, your body aching from the day’s ordeal, you can’t help but feel a twisted sense of accomplishment. You survived another day. And with each passing session, you’re learning more about your limits, pushing beyond them in ways you never imagined possible.

The thought is both terrifying and strangely empowering. You’re being transformed, molded into something new. And despite the pain and the fear, a part of you is determined to see it through to the end.

~*~

The fifth day begins with an unexpected shock. As you step into Charlie’s lab, your heart sinks at the sight of another familiar face—Kendra. She walks over, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement, and asks Charlie how you’ve been performing.

Charlie, with a sadistic glint in her eye, reveals that Kendra mentioned your responsiveness to her touch and the blindfold. Charlie is eager to see the results when combined with her own methods of electrical stimulation.

A wave of panic floods over you. For the first time in a long while, you try to escape, making a desperate dash for the door. But Charlie’s assistants and Kendra quickly overpower you, dragging you back to the bed. They force you to lie on your stomach, tying you down securely. As Kendra spanks you lightly, she chastises you for being a bad girl, her voice a mix of mock disappointment and dark glee.

The familiar blindfold is placed over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. The metal stick is inserted once more, and you brace yourself for the ordeal. Charlie holds the stimulation wand, while Kendra’s hands roam over your body, her touch both soothing and electrifying.

The combination of Charlie’s electric pulses and Kendra’s expert touch is overwhelming. You beg them to stop, your voice filled with desperation, but your pleas fall on deaf ears. Kendra’s hands glide over your skin, her fingers tracing sensitive areas, amplifying the effects of the electric stimulation. Each touch sends jolts of pleasure and pain through your body, making it difficult to distinguish between the two.

Charlie increases the intensity of the electricity, and the stimulation inside you becomes almost unbearable. Kendra’s fingers find the spots that make you squirm, adding another layer of sensation that drives you to the brink. Your body responds involuntarily, the forced combination of pain and pleasure causing you to lose control.

As the session continues, your body convulses with wave after wave of intense sensations. The blindfold heightens your awareness of every touch, every pulse, making it feel like your entire world is centered on the relentless stimulation. Despite your initial resistance, your body betrays you, responding eagerly to the combined efforts of Kendra and Charlie.

Hours pass, each one more grueling than the last. You lose track of time, your mind a haze of sensation and exhaustion. Eventually, the intensity becomes too much, and you find yourself teetering on the edge of consciousness. Just as you think you can’t endure anymore, the sensations stop abruptly.

Kendra and Charlie exchange satisfied glances, their experiment deemed a success. They untie you and remove the blindfold, leaving you lying on the bed, trembling and exhausted. Charlie leans in close, her voice a whisper in your ear.

“You did well today as usual. Better than I expected. Tomorrow is the last day, we’ll push you even further.”

Kendra pats your cheek gently, a stark contrast to the torment you just endured. “Rest up. You’ll need your strength for what’s coming next.”

As they leave you to recover, you can’t help but feel a mix of dread and determination. Each day under their control tests your limits, reshaping you in ways you never imagined. But despite the pain and fear, a part of you is driven to see how much further you can go, how much more you can endure.

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On the sixth day, the weight of your desperation to escape Charlie’s relentless control is almost unbearable, but the fear of consequences—especially how it might affect Alcina—keeps you grounded. Your mind races as you resolve to confront Charlie directly, hoping to put an end to the torment.

In the afternoon, Charlie’s assistant escorts you to the lab. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you step inside, determination pushing you forward despite your fear. Before Charlie can give any orders, you step up to her, your voice trembling as you demand she stop the cruel experiments. You tell her you can’t endure it anymore.

For a moment, Charlie seems taken aback, but she quickly tries to dismiss your plea, reminding you of your impressive progress. She insists that you’re making strides no one had expected, but you shake your head, unable to keep your voice from trembling as you insist that you can’t continue.

Just as Charlie begins to force her authority upon you, Kendra enters the room, her presence immediately commanding attention. She seems almost immediately senses what’s going on in this lab, she gracefully approaches, her calm yet powerful aura filling the space. She taps Charlie on the shoulder, interrupting her. “You’re still young, Charlie,” Kendra says softly, “This isn’t how you convince someone to comply.”

Hearing Kendra refer to you as a person rather than a subject feels surreal after everything you’ve endured. Kendra’s eyes meet yours, and she calmly instructs Charlie to let her handle the situation. Charlie hesitates, but eventually steps back, gesturing for her assistants to release their grip on you.

Kendra approaches you slowly, her demeanor gentle yet firm. She takes your hand, her voice soothing as she speaks, “I’ve heard the arguments from outside. I have to say, I’ve seen your strength, and you’ve surprised me. I know Charlie’s methods can be intimidating, but it’s the sixth day. You’ve endured more than anyone expected, and you’ve proven your resilience.”

Despite her comforting words, you can’t stop the tears from welling up. “I don’t want to continue,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “I want to stop.”

Kendra sighs softly, her tone shifting to one of seriousness. “If you choose to leave now, Charlie and I will have no choice but to report your behavior. Everything you’ve endured so far would be for nothing. Is that what you want?”

Her words make you pause. The reality of the situation weighs heavily on you. Kendra can see the hesitation in your eyes and continues with a softer tone. “I can help by reporting that Charlie’s methods might be too intense for you, or for anyone, and we can see if the boss will take further action. But you know the consequences of running—don’t let all this be in vain.”

You look down, torn between the desire to escape and the fear of losing everything you’ve endured. Finally, you ask, “You promise?”

Kendra nods solemnly. “I promise.”

With a deep breath, you reluctantly agree to continue. Charlie, regaining her composure, takes control once more. She orders her assistants to restrain you on the bed, the familiar dread settling in your stomach. They insert the metal device inside you again, attaching the familiar device to your sensitive spot. The machine is activated, and the stimulation quickly escalates from bearable to overwhelming.

As you reach your first orgasm, the mix of pain and pleasure becomes too much, and you cry out, begging for it to stop. Charlie seems unmoved, her focus entirely on the experiment. But Kendra steps forward, her hand gently stroking your body. Her touch, while normally arousing, now brings you a strange comfort, grounding you amidst the onslaught of sensations.

Kendra’s presence is a lifeline, helping you bear the unbearable. The pain mixed with pleasure continues, but with Kendra by your side, you find the strength to endure just a little longer.

~*~

The seventh day arrives, marking the end of your time under Charlie’s control. It should bring relief, but instead, you’re left with lingering uncertainty and dread. When Charlie’s assistant invites you to breakfast in the lab, your first instinct is to refuse. But her insistence is gentle yet firm, making it clear that you don’t have a choice. Sighing, you follow her to the lab, where an abundant breakfast awaits, laid out in the middle of the sterile room. The contrast is unsettling, and Charlie’s cheerful greeting only adds to the dissonance.

“Welcome,” Charlie says, her voice almost too bright. You sit down, your movements slow, cautious. Charlie encourages you to help yourself, adding that she doesn’t want to rush into the survey just yet. The food looks appetizing, but you find it hard to muster any enthusiasm. You pick at your meal in silence, while Charlie watches you, the mood awkward and strained.

After a while, Charlie sighs, breaking the silence. “Are you still mad at me?” she asks, her tone uncharacteristically soft. You shake your head slightly, but the truth is complicated. There’s anger, yes, but also exhaustion, confusion, and something deeper that you can’t quite name. Still, you don’t say anything, unsure of what you even want to express.

Charlie takes your silence in stride, though, and continues speaking. “You’ve made this past week... exciting,” she admits, a slight smile tugging at her lips. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone endure as much as you have—both pleasure and pain. Your body responds exceptionally well, and I believe you have the potential to face the unknown.”

Her words make you pause. You’re not sure whether to feel flattered or disturbed by her assessment, but you can’t deny the curiosity that tingles at the back of your mind. You ask her why she became a scientist, needing to understand what drives someone like her.

Charlie’s smile softens as she explains her background. “Before I came here, I majored in Anthropology and Psychology. I have a doctorate, actually. I’ve always been fascinated by human behavior—by what makes people willing to comply with things that go against their very nature. That’s why I do this work. I want to know why people like you push themselves to the limit, why you didn’t resist even when you had every reason to.”

Hearing this, a part of you understands Charlie better, even if you can’t fully forgive her methods. She mentions how she noticed your anger yesterday, realizing she might have pushed you too far, but her curiosity overrode her caution. She wanted to see how far you’d go, and your confrontation had surprised her.

“There are countless programs running here,” Charlie continues, her tone more thoughtful now. “If you ever struggle in the future with any of them, you can come to me. I can help you analyze what you’re going through, help you overcome it.”

It’s a strange offer, but something about it feels genuine. For the first time, you manage to speak up. “Thank you... and I’m sorry too,” you say, the words feeling heavy but necessary.

Charlie smiles, a small, almost tender expression. “It’s okay,” she replies simply.

The rest of breakfast passes in a slightly more comfortable silence, and when you’re both finished, Charlie finally begins the survey. The questions are similar to the ones Kendra asked last week, and you answer them dutifully, feeling a sense of closure creeping in. As the survey wraps up, a question that’s been nagging at you slips out before you can stop it.

“Did you... do something to me in the middle of the night?” you ask, the memory of the vivid, unsettling experience still fresh in your mind.

Charlie frowns slightly, confusion crossing her face. “I’ve been busy almost every night,” she says slowly. “Planning sessions, writing reports... I didn’t have time for anything else, even if I wanted to.”

Her response leaves you cold. If it wasn’t Charlie, then who—or what—was responsible for that strange, vivid experience? The mystery remains, hanging over you like a shadow as you leave Charlie’s lab for the last time.

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The program continues, and as your ownership shifts from one scientist to another, you brace yourself for whatever new challenges each will bring. Surprisingly, after enduring Charlie’s intense sessions, the tasks set by the other scientists seem almost manageable. Each has their own approach, their own quirks, but none push you to the brink like Charlie did. They are strict during testing, but their demeanor softens when they speak with you, making the experience feel less like an ordeal and more like a series of hurdles you can clear.

However, one scientist stands out—Juliana. From the moment you begin her program, something feels off. Her methods are more erratic, less controlled. On the third day, she pushes your body to its limits, stimulating your senses in ways that leave you disoriented and overwhelmed. She doesn’t check the monitors as frequently as the others, her focus drifting as if she's lost in her own thoughts. With her assistant out running errands, there's no one to intervene when your heartbeat skyrockets beyond safe limits. The last thing you remember is the room spinning before everything fades to black.

When you wake up, you’re told what happened. You fainted in Juliana’s lab, your heart racing dangerously fast, your face as pale as a sheet. The incident doesn’t go unnoticed. Juliana is promptly fired, her assistant relocated and barred from participating in any similar programs. The message is clear: the safety of the subjects is paramount, and Juliana’s negligence is unacceptable.

As the final week of the program arrives, the cycle brings you back to Alcina. There’s a sense of relief in seeing her familiar face, but also a new tension. Alcina tells you that the ownership of all subjects has returned to their original scientists, and that the boss has collected extensive data from the experiments. But there’s a twist—on the sixth day, there will be a final test, a competition among the subjects. Alcina doesn't have details, only that it will be something very different from what you've endured so far.

Curiosity and anxiety twist in your gut as Alcina runs a series of tests to check your condition. She’s surprised, even impressed, by how much stronger you’ve become since you first started this journey. Your body has adapted, built resilience from the intense experiences you've survived.

With that in mind, Alcina decides to push you one more time, to test your limits with the data she’s gathered from the other scientists. She attaches a device to your sensitive spot, something you’re now all too familiar with, and manages a toy inside you. When she blindfolds you, the darkness brings a mix of apprehension and focus—you know what’s coming, but you’re more prepared now than ever before.

As the machines activate, the familiar sensations wash over you, but this time you notice a difference. The pleasure is intense, but not unbearable. You know how to breathe through it, how to find that delicate balance between surrendering to the waves and holding out just a bit longer before you break. Alcina’s touch, once overwhelming, now feels like a guide, helping you navigate the storm.

You feel yourself holding out longer, enduring more, and when you do finally beg, it’s not out of desperation but because you know it’s what Alcina wants to hear. She smiles, impressed by your endurance and growth. There’s a sense of pride in her voice as she tells you that you’ve exceeded her expectations.

But as the sixth day approaches, the mystery of the final test looms over you. What could it be? What new challenge awaits? You’ve survived so much already, but the unknown still holds a certain power, a lingering fear that maybe, just maybe, you haven’t faced the worst yet.

~*~

As the sixth day approaches, the tension is palpable between you and Alcina. Neither of you knows what the final challenge will entail, so Alcina decides to prepare you with familiar tasks to build your strength and endurance.

The morning is serene as you share breakfast with her, the food comforting and the conversation light, yet your mind can’t help but drift to thoughts of Kendra and Charlie. The memory of Charlie’s intense sessions and the large breakfast she’d provided lingers, mixing unease with nostalgia.

When the sixth day finally arrives, all the scientists and subjects are gathered in a vast hall. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation. The scientists’ boss and other prominent figures from various programs are present, serving as judges.

The rules are announced, and a wave of anxiety washes over you. The stakes are high: if a subject becomes overwhelmed and faints, they are disqualified and could face severe consequences and punishment. Any cursing or other major behavioral issues would be similarly punished. To make matters more intense, subjects are allowed to use a safe word, “Red,” if the pain or pleasure becomes too much, but using it more than twice would also be considered a severe behavioral issue.

As the competition begins, you can feel the weight of each rule pressing down on you. The first round requires the scientists to attach a device to each subject’s most sensitive spot. The goal is simple: last as long as possible without screaming or begging. The device’s vibration increases in intensity with each passing minute.

The challenge is designed to test your ability to endure escalating pleasure without losing control. The first few minutes are manageable, but as the vibrations grow more intense, you hear the sounds of other subjects faltering around you—whimpers, moans, and finally screams. After ten minutes, most of the subjects have succumbed, leaving only three standing, including you. But just as you think you might make it through, you accidentally let out a scream, a sound that betrays your resolve.

The second round is even more daunting. With many subjects still recovering from the first round, the judges instruct the scientists to attach a device that delivers electric shocks to the sensitive spot, along with inserting a metal stick inside. Your heart races, remembering the brutal training with Charlie. But as the test begins, you find the electricity less intense than expected—at least at first. However, it’s enough to cause several subjects to break. You push through, gritting your teeth and enduring the pulses of pain that ripple through you.

Then comes the third round, and the twist throws you off guard. The scientists and subjects are randomly paired for this round, and you’re stunned when you find yourself paired with Kendra. A smirk plays on her lips as she approaches you, her confidence unsettling. The task is for the scientists to use their personal charms or techniques—without any devices—to bring their subjects to climax within thirty minutes.

Kendra guides you to sit in front of her, your back pressed against her chest, wrists cuffed behind you. Her touch is familiar yet electric, and as her hands begin their work between your legs, a shiver runs down your spine. Her whisper in your ear is both taunting and intimate, reminding you that you’ve fallen back under her control. The rules only require her to make you cum, but she hints that if it weren't for the ticking clock, she’d gladly keep you on edge for hours.

Her fingers and voice work in tandem, each movement, each word designed to erode your resistance. You try to hold out, to delay the inevitable, but the combination of her skill and the pressure of the competition makes it impossible. You squirm in her arms, the sensations building until they overwhelm you. In what feels like both an eternity and an instant, you reach your climax, your body trembling in her grasp. You're the second one to finish, leaving a mix of relief and dread in your chest—relief that it's over, dread of what might come next.

Kendra’s voice is a soft purr as she congratulates you, her hands still lightly caressing your skin. “That’s my good girl.” she whispers, but there’s a glint in her eyes that tells you she’s not quite done with you yet. The competition isn’t over, and neither is your journey through this twisted program.

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Before the thirty minutes are up, Kendra doesn’t release you. Instead, she keeps stimulating you, her hands moving with a slow, deliberate precision. Your wrists remain cuffed behind you, and the sensation of being restrained while she toys with you is overwhelming. You squirm in her arms, silently begging her to stop, aware that others around you are still struggling to reach their goal within the allotted time. Kendra leans in, her breath warm against your ear as she bites it lightly, her voice a whisper of wicked delight. “How could I possibly let go of something so precious and playable?” she murmurs.

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and before you can fully process what’s happening, another wave of pleasure crashes over you, and you reach your second climax. Kendra’s soft laughter fills your ears as she continues to tease you, her hands relentless in their pursuit of your surrender.

The fourth round begins after everyone has had a moment to recover. The scientists are randomly paired with different subjects once again, and you find yourself with Irina, a cute scientist with a gentle demeanor. Irina runs a program similar to Alcina’s, and you remember her exploring certain areas of your body during her sessions. The challenge for this round is edging, and the rules are strict: any subject who makes a sound within the thirty minutes will fail, and the last subject standing wins.

Irina, with her knowing touch, inserts a small device into your pussy, which she had explored before like other scientists. The device is designed to shoot electricity in a steady rhythm through your lower half, amplifying every sensation. Meanwhile, Irina uses a vibrating stimulation wand on your most sensitive spot, and the combination is excruciatingly intense. You bite your lip hard, trying to hold back any sound as Irina teases you, her touch light and playful, yet relentless.

The room is filled with the quiet sounds of struggle, and you hear one subject fail within the first minute. The tension in the room is thick, and as the minutes tick by, the challenge becomes unbearable. In the final ten minutes, the sensation becomes too much, and despite your best efforts, you let out a small moan. The sound echoes in the silence, marking your failure for this round, but you’ve held out longer than most, placing third.

The final round of the competition is a return to familiarity, as each subject is paired back with their initial scientist. The rules for this round are simple: within one hour, the goal is to reach as many oorgasms as possible. The scientists are allowed to use any techniques or devices to help their subjects reach the peak.

Alcina wastes no time. She inserts the familiar metal bar inside you, a device you’ve grown accustomed to, yet it still sends jolts of sensation through you with each movement. She uses two equipment—one with intense vibrations and the other delivering sharp pulses of electricity. Alcina alternates between them, sometimes using both at once, her touch expertly navigating your limits. The sensations are overwhelming, and you find yourself lost in the waves of pleasure she creates.

Within the hour, Alcina pushes you to over 20 orgasms, your body trembling from the relentless assault. When the final buzzer sounds, you’re left breathless and exhausted, yet somehow still craving more.

As the results are tallied, you discover you’ve placed third overall in the competition. The reward is more than you expected: a week off, along with a raise for both you and Alcina. You can’t help but feel a sense of pride, knowing how far you’ve come. Charlie and her subject, despite their fierce sessions, place fifth. But it’s Kendra and her subject who take first place, her skill and dominance proving unmatched.

As the competition comes to an end, you’re left with a mix of emotions. The past week has been a trial by fire, pushing you to your limits and beyond. But you’ve emerged stronger, more resilient, and with a deeper understanding of your own desires and boundaries. And as you prepare to step away for your well-earned rest, you can’t help but wonder what challenges—and pleasures—the future holds.

~*~

With the prospect of a week off finally in front of you, Alcina tells you she applies for a three-days-off to leave the facility to do some errands, but Alcina’s curiosity about your plans becomes apparent. “What are you going to do with your free time?” she asks, her tone light but tinged with a hint of possessiveness.

You shrug slightly, feeling the weight of her gaze. “I’m not as free as you,” you reply. “I won’t be able to leave the place, so I guess I’ll just use the gym every morning. Maybe say hi to Kendra or Charlie.”

Alcina’s eyes narrow slightly, her lips pressing into a pout. “Kendra? You mean the one who got first place?”

You nod, unaware that your casual mention of Kendra might be stirring something in Alcina. “Yeah, I like her.”

A small, almost imperceptible shift in Alcina’s demeanor takes place as she processes your words. “So, I assume you enjoyed the Switch Program then?” she says, her voice carrying a note of playful challenge.

You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “I’ve learned a lot from the other scientists, and I wish to know more people.”

Alcina raises an eyebrow, her fingers gently tilting your chin so you’re looking directly into her eyes. There’s a glint of something—jealousy, perhaps? Or maybe it’s something deeper, a desire for control mingled with a need for your attention. “Maybe I should give you some tasks to keep you occupied,” she suggests, her tone both teasing and serious.

You can’t help but smile at her persistence, though a part of you recognizes the subtle possessiveness behind her words. “I have a week off,” you remind her, playfully. “There can’t be any experiments or training in the lab.”

Alcina’s eyes gleam with a mixture of amusement and challenge. “Yes, but they didn’t say I can’t do any of those things in your room.”

Her words hang in the air, and you can sense the tension in her voice—perhaps it’s a hint of jealousy or the realization that you’re becoming more independent, more curious about the world beyond her control. You feel a pang of guilt mixed with a desire to explore these new dynamics, but you also know you need a break, some time to breathe and process everything that’s happened.

You meet her gaze, your voice softening as you slightly beg, “Please, Alcina… give me a break.”

For a moment, she simply looks at you, the emotions behind her eyes swirling. Then, she lets out a small sigh, releasing your chin but not your attention. “Alright,” she concedes, though her voice still carries a hint of something unspoken. “But don’t forget, your week off will end sooner than you think.”

You nod, grateful for the small victory, even as you wonder what Alcina’s next move will be. The week ahead feels like a delicate balancing act—one where you must navigate not only your own desires and needs but also the complex relationships and power dynamics that surround you. And as you prepare for your time off, you can’t shake the feeling that the week will be anything but ordinary.

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With Alcina out of the facility for a few days, you find yourself in a new and uncertain situation. Cassandra, a colleague of Alcina’s who runs a different program, is assigned to keep an eye on you. She’s distant, only checking in during the morning and at night to make sure you’re staying out of trouble and maintaining a routine. It’s clear she’s busy, and her aloofness leaves you feeling even more isolated.

On the first day, you go through your morning workout in the gym, pushing yourself to maintain your strength. But as the afternoon drags on, a sense of restlessness builds. You realize you don’t know how to contact Kendra, but you want to talk to her, maybe even just to see a familiar face. So, you decide to take a chance and visit her lab in person.

When you arrive, Kendra is there, immersed in her work. She looks up, a bit surprised to see you but not displeased. “What brings you here?” she asks, her eyes lingering on you with a curious glint. You notice the way she bites her lip for a second, a small but telling gesture.

“I only have a keycard, but it has several limitations,” you explain, feeling slightly vulnerable. “I don’t know what else I could do here, and throughout my time here, I’ve been watched and controlled by Alcina. I don’t know any other subjects.”

Kendra chuckles softly at that, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Subjects aren’t allowed to talk to each other,” she says, her tone light but carrying an edge of seriousness.

“Why not?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“To avoid unnecessary... chaos,” she replies, her words vague but hinting at something deeper.

Before you can press further, Kendra’s expression shifts, becoming more playful. “Do you want a private session with me tomorrow?” she asks, almost teasing.

You hesitate, remembering the rules. “I’ve heard the rules say there can’t be any experiments or training in the lab. And what about your subject?”

Kendra’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “I’ve assigned my subject to practice some techniques in her room every morning and go to the gym in the afternoon. After doing certain exercises for three hours, she needs to fetch my assistant to check her strength and status—unless I say otherwise.”

There’s something in her tone that makes you wonder just how strict she is with her subject. You can’t help but ask, “What was the prize for the first place in the competition?”

Kendra’s smile widens, a hint of pride in her eyes. “A month off and a raise,” she replies casually, as if it’s no big deal. But the way she says it, you can tell that it’s a significant reward, one that reflects the effort and discipline she demands from her subject.

A sudden realization hits you—Kendra must be incredibly strict to have achieved such results. No wonder she and her subject took first place. There’s a part of you that’s curious, almost intrigued, by the idea of what a session with her would be like. But another part of you knows that this curiosity could lead to something much more intense than you’re prepared for, especially without Alcina around.

As you consider your options, Kendra watches you closely, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Think about it,” she says, her voice smooth and inviting. “There’s no harm in exploring... if you’re up for it.”

You nod slowly, knowing that the next few days could take you down a path you hadn’t anticipated. Whether you’ll accept Kendra’s offer or stay cautious remains to be seen, but either way, the week ahead promises to be anything but dull.

~*~

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of your decision. With a determined nod, you tell Kendra yes. Her eyes light up with a wicked smile, a glint of excitement flashing across her face. “Good,” she purrs, "I’ll be available in the afternoon.” She hands you a card and sketches a small map, instructing you to go to a specific location instead of her lab. When you ask if there’s anything you need to prepare, she simply says, “Just be who you were in the Switch Program.”

The next day, following the map, you navigate your way to an unfamiliar part of the facility. The card she gave you grants access to areas you’ve never been before, and the further you go, the more intrigued—and anxious—you become. Eventually, you arrive at a door marked with the number 624, where one of Kendra’s assistants is waiting. The assistant opens the door, and you step into the room, taking in your surroundings.

Inside, Kendra is already waiting, sitting on a sofa with her legs crossed. The room is filled with various equipment: two chairs in the corner, a bed, an X-shaped device, and other tools that you can’t quite identify but instinctively know are for far more than decoration. Kendra greets you with a sly smile, noticing your nervous glance at the handcuffs beside her.

“This session will last three hours,” Kendra says, her tone both casual and commanding. “Is there anything you can’t handle, or should I push your limits?”

You quickly scan the room again, some of the tools looking more terrifying than others. “Do I have a safe word?” you ask, your voice barely hiding the apprehension.

Kendra raises an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and slight impatience. “You’re still clinging to that useless safe word?” she teases. “Well, if you really can’t bear it after the first try, just tell me to stop. But if it’s already round two or three... I won’t stop.”

Taking your hand, she leads you to the X-shaped device, securing your wrists and legs with firm, unyielding cuffs. She then picks up some clips, massaging your nipples for a moment before attaching them. The sharp pain makes you scream, but you don’t stop her. Kendra’s smile broadens, clearly pleased with your reaction. “These nipple clamps are one of my favorite toys,” she says, almost fondly, as if reminiscing about past sessions.

Next, she picks up a small toy that hums with vibrations and presses it against your clit. “This is called warming up,” she explains, and true to her words, your body starts to respond, arousal building steadily. But just as you begin to feel overwhelmed, she stops the toy and switches to a riding crop, ordering you to count each slap as it lands on your thighs.

The sting of the crop is sharp, yet somehow, the pain blends with the pleasure, especially when Kendra’s hands and fingers roam over your body, skillfully pushing you to moan. She repeats this process, alternating between pain and pleasure, each cycle drawing you deeper into her control. When she finally removes the clips and uses the vibrating toy again, the sensation is so intense that you’re sent hurtling into a powerful climax.

But she’s not done yet. Kendra leads you to the bed, where she binds your wrists above your head with a rope and places a blindfold over your eyes. Deprived of sight, you can only feel as her hands roam over your body once more. “You like this, don’t you?” she whispers, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

You nod, your breath hitching as she uses another toy on your clit, edging you closer and closer to release, but never quite letting you reach it. The frustration, the longing, and the need all build until you’re begging her for mercy, pleading for release. Kendra just laughs softly, asking, “What if I don’t want to have mercy on you?”

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you as she uses different toys, pushing you to the brink again and again. Finally, she removes the blindfold and unties you, but before you can fully recover, she straps on a toy herself and sits at the edge of the bed, beckoning you over.

You hesitate, shyly murmuring, “No,” but Kendra gently guides you, urging you to rub against her toy, feeling the firm pressure against your body. Slowly, she helps you lower yourself onto it, let your arms wrapping around her neck as she takes control. The rhythm she sets is relentless, driving you towards climax after climax, each one more overwhelming than the last.

Even when you beg her to stop, Kendra only encourages you to push further, to endure more. By the end of the session, you’re completely spent, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. Kendra, looking thoroughly satisfied, helps you back to your feet.

“I’m very pleased with you,” she says, a glint of something more in her eyes. “Maybe there’s a possibility of letting me and Alcina train you at the same time in the future. You're more interesting than my own subject.”

The thought of enduring a session with both Kendra and Alcina sends a shiver down your spine. You’re not sure if it’s fear or excitement, but you know that after today, you’ll be thinking about it long after this week off is over.

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That afternoon session with Kendra lingers in your mind, replaying in flashes of intensity that make it hard to focus on anything else. But with Alcina returning tonight, and the uncertainty of whether Cassandra knows where you were yesterday, you decide it’s best not to push your luck. After a workout in the gym in the morning, you spend the afternoon wandering the facility, exploring areas where your access is limited.

You find yourself in the same hallway where you nearly escaped that night, your curiosity piqued. You try your keycard on the access panel, hoping for some stroke of luck, but nothing happens. As you stare at the unresponsive panel, a guard approaches. He sees you in the standard white T-shirt and shorts of a subject and immediately identifies your status.

“Don’t try to trespass restricted areas,” he warns sternly. “There are serious consequences you can’t even imagine.”

You apologize for your behavior, and he lets you go with a warning. As you continue to wander, you start to notice the differences between the restricted areas and those accessible to someone like Alcina. The panels for the restricted areas are more complex, featuring a keyboard beneath the screen and a different kind of sensor. Your mind races with questions—why are some areas so heavily guarded? What’s really going on behind those doors?

Lost in thought, you almost don’t notice Charlie until you bump into her in the corridor. She greets you with a smile, asking what you’re doing in this part of the facility. You tell her you’re just killing time, and she invites you to her lab to help with something. As you follow her, you ask about the cafeteria, wondering why subjects like you don’t seem to have a common space to eat or interact.

Charlie laughs softly. “Subjects aren’t allowed to talk to each other,” she explains. “Each subject has a specific route that’s open to them, determined by their scientist. Did you notice that each scientist’s lab is separate? It’s all part of the system to keep subjects isolated, limiting their interactions. Your route only includes the lab, the gym, your room, and maybe some other few rooms in your area. Restricted areas are off-limits unless you have special permission or a keycard that allows access.”

You realize that this is why you were able to walk to Kendra’s lab so easily—she expected you. As you step into Charlie’s lab, she gestures for you to sit on a nearby sofa. She brings you a glass of apple juice and sits down with a few papers and a small device. She attaches sensors to your fingers, arm, and chest.

“I have a week off,” you remind her. “I’m not supposed to be used for any experiments.”

Charlie shakes her head. “I’m not experimenting. I just want to collect some data from you while you’re calm. This is the data I couldn’t get during the Switch program.”

As the device starts to record, she strikes up a casual conversation, congratulating you on your third-place finish. You can’t help but feel that your success was partly due to her pushing your limits. Charlie shakes her head. “My subject isn’t as obedient as you,” she admits. “She wasn’t willing to go through what you did during those times, no matter how much I tried to force her.”

“Is that why you said you felt excited during the last day?” you ask.

Charlie nods, sighing a little. “I tried to tell my boss that I wanted another subject for my tests, but she told me, 'That’s your own problem. We gave you the subject, and you have the responsibility to train them—unless they try to escape or die.'”

Her words leave you stunned, especially when she says, “I envy Alcina for having people like you who are willing to persevere and break through.”

“People?” you echo, taken aback by her choice of words.

Charlie looks at you, her expression softening. “Yes, people. You might be a subject in these programs, but you’re still a person—a person who’s shown more resilience and strength than most. That’s something to be admired, even if this place doesn’t always acknowledge it.”

You sit in silence for a moment, processing her words. In this facility where subjects are treated as experiments, Charlie’s admission is both unsettling and oddly comforting. It makes you wonder just how much the scientists really see you—beyond the data, beyond the results, beyond the program itself.

Charlie finishes collecting the data and removes the sensors from your body. “You’ve done well, thank you.” she says quietly. “Take care of yourself during this week off. And if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

You nod, still feeling the weight of her words. As you leave her lab, the echoes of the conversation stay with you, adding another layer to the complex web of emotions and experiences that define your life in this facility.

~*~

Alcina returns around 8 p.m., her presence filling the room with a sense of authority that makes your heart race. She immediately checks on you, her eyes scanning every detail, as if searching for any sign of what you’ve been up to in her absence.

“How were the past three days?” she asks, her tone calm yet with an undercurrent of suspicion.

You’re momentarily stunned by the directness of her question, but quickly recover, blurting out, “I met Charlie this afternoon… and nothing else.”

Alcina’s eyes narrow, clearly not convinced. “Is that so? You’d better tell me where you’ve been, or Monday morning will start with punishment.”

Caught off guard by the threat, you confess, “I met Kendra… I only wanted to chat with her to kill time. And then… and then she asked me if I wanted to have a session with her, and I said yes.”

Alcina’s expression shifts, a flicker of jealousy crossing her face. “Did you want to be transferred to her?”

You quickly shake your head. “No no, Kendra’s way of ruling is too strict, and I don’t want that.”

Alcina raises an eyebrow, her voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and challenge. “Oh, so you think I’m too soft on you?”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” you quickly correct yourself and your cheeks are hot. “I only want to follow you and be controlled by you.”

Her smirk returns, pleased by your response. “I hope you really mean it.” Alcina sighs a little and continues, “The Switch Program was a success, and it may be repeated in the near future. Before that, each scientist will have time to adjust and make improvements for their subjects.” She pauses, her gaze sharpening as she adds, “I want to discuss this further with you tomorrow. We’ll tailor the program to fit your needs.”

The next day, still on your week off, you meet with Alcina as planned. Although she can’t test you during this break, you share your thoughts on what could be improved. “I think my strength and ability to tolerate intensity could be better,” you suggest.

Alcina listens intently, nodding as she processes your input. “We’ll focus on that,” she agrees. “I’ll make sure to design something that pushes your limits even further. You’ve shown great potential, and I intend to see how far you can go.”

As the conversation continues, you notice a subtle shift in Alcina’s demeanor. The jealousy from the previous night seems to have morphed into a renewed determination, a desire to reclaim control and ensure that your loyalty remains with her. You realize that this next phase of the program, with its focus on individualized training, will be more challenging than anything you’ve faced before.

Alcina’s intensity is both thrilling and terrifying, and as you leave the meeting, you can’t help but wonder what the future holds. The boundaries you’ve already tested will be pushed even further, and the connection you share with Alcina will be deepened in ways you can’t yet predict. But one thing is clear: this is only the beginning.

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After a week off, you step into Alcina’s lab, feeling refreshed and ready to face the next challenge. But as you enter, you’re taken aback to see Charlie standing beside Alcina, her presence immediately stirring a mix of excitement and dread within you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, your voice tinged with surprise.

Alcina meets your gaze calmly. “I invited Charlie here because of something she mentioned during the sixth day of our meeting of the Switch Program. She told us about what she did to you and how your body responded. I’ve never made anyone squirt before, and I wanted to learn from her how to enhance your body’s sensitivity.”

Your heart races as you process Alcina’s words. The idea of both Alcina and Charlie working on you simultaneously fills you with both anticipation and fear. Without much delay, Charlie and Alcina’s assistants guide you to the examination table, tying you down and spreading your legs wide. The cold metal cuffs bite into your wrists and ankles, holding you securely in place.

Charlie wastes no time, sliding a metal bar inside you and turning on a low level of electricity. The sudden jolt makes your body jerk involuntarily, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort rippling through you. Charlie begins to explain the process in detail, her voice steady and clinical as she shares her insights with Alcina.

“Start with the vibration wand,” Charlie instructs, positioning it against a particularly sensitive spot. “You need to focus on these areas. Watch how her body reacts.”

Alcina observes closely, asking questions and taking notes as Charlie continues. The vibrations intensify, and your body responds almost instinctively, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm. Just as you’re about to cum, Charlie adjusts the electricity on the metal bar, increasing its intensity slightly. The combination of sensations pushes you over the edge, and you scream as you squirt for the first time in Alcina’s lab.

“Now,” Charlie says, gesturing for Alcina to take over, “you try.”

Alcina steps forward, her expression focused and determined. She positions herself beside you, her hands surprisingly gentle as she begins the procedure. You can feel the difference immediately; Alcina’s touch is precise, almost calculated, as she explores your sensitive spots. Within moments, she finds the exact spot Charlie had identified, and you can’t hold back a scream as another intense orgasm washes over you.

Encouraged by her success, Alcina follows Charlie’s earlier instructions, moving the metal bar in and out of you while increasing the electric current. Your body responds almost too quickly, and another powerful orgasm crashes through you, leaving you trembling and breathless.

After what feels like an eternity, the experiment finally comes to an end, and they allow you a moment to rest. Your body is exhausted, but the sensations still linger, a reminder of the intense session you’ve just endured.

As you lie there, catching your breath, Alcina turns to Charlie with a thoughtful expression. “Is there a way to use electricity while edging her?” she asks.

Charlie nods, her eyes lighting up with interest. “If you’re asking whether it can be done by using only the electricity to stimulate her clit, yes, it is possible. You will need to set the electric level first and insert the vibrating toy inside her while stimulating her externally at the same time. You can monitor her response on the screen and adjust the intensity as needed. Another option is to use the system’s sensors to detect when she’s at 90% of her climax. The system can then send a shock wave to her clit, easing the desire just enough to keep her on the edge.”

Alcina listens intently, considering the possibilities. “That could be quite effective,” she muses, her gaze drifting back to you. “We’ll have to try that next.”

The idea of being stimulated and edged with electricity sends a shiver down your spine. The thought of being kept on the brink, unable to release, while Alcina and Charlie manipulate your body with such precision, is both terrifying and thrilling. As you lay there, still recovering from the brutal experiment, you can’t help but wonder what new challenges they’ll devise for you in the days to come.

~*~

As you lie on the bed, still recovering from the previous session, Alcina and Charlie engage in a quiet but intense discussion about the best position for edging. Alcina favors lying on the bed, citing how it allows full access to your body and makes it easier to monitor your reactions. Charlie, on the other hand, prefers the chair, which she argues provides a more restrained posture, heightening the sense of vulnerability and control.

Their debate continues, their voices low but firm as they discuss the theoretical benefits of each position, referencing your previous reactions during the Switch Program. Despite the clinical nature of their conversation, you can’t help but feel a deep sense of dread mixed with anticipation as you hear them discuss your body as if it were a mere subject of study.

Finally, they reach an agreement: they’ll test both positions, beginning with the bed. You swallow hard as the assistants approach, efficiently securing your wrists and ankles to the bed. The cold metal of the cuffs bites into your skin, a stark reminder of the control they hold over you. Your heart races as you try to steady your breathing, knowing that the next few hours will be grueling.

Charlie retrieves the devices she often used in her lab, including the red wire apparatus for your sensitive spot and the blue wire connected to a toy inside you. The setup is all too familiar, yet the anticipation makes your body tremble. Once everything is in place, Charlie activates the machines, and the low hum fills the room, adding to the tension.

Charlie and Alcina sit beside the bed, their eyes locked onto you, observing every twitch and gasp. Charlie begins explaining how the system detects when you're close to climax, her voice calm and methodical. “The red wire device monitors the build-up in sensitivity, and when it hits the threshold—about 90%—the system sends a shock wave to interrupt the process. This cycle is repeated to keep her on the edge without allowing release.”

The first shock hits, and your body reacts instantly, a scream tearing from your throat as the intense pleasure is suddenly denied. The feeling of being brought so close, only to be pulled back repeatedly, is excruciating. The cycle continues, each wave of electricity stronger than the last, keeping you trapped in a relentless loop of desire and denial.

Time becomes a blur as you endure at least 20 cycles of this torment, each one pushing you closer to your limit. Your body aches with the need to release, but the system never allows you to cross that threshold. By the time the hour ends, you're a trembling mess, your body soaked in sweat and your mind reeling from the constant denial.

But it’s not over yet. The assistants unfasten you from the bed and move you to the chair, which is securely attached to the wall. The position forces your legs apart, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable. The restraints on the chair are tighter, and the sense of helplessness is even more pronounced.

The process begins again, the same red and blue wire devices attached to you, but this time the sensations feel different. The chair restricts your movement, making it harder to squirm away from the intense waves of pleasure and pain. Each shock seems to reverberate through your entire body, amplifying the torment. After the first few shocks, you’re already teetering on the brink, and the need to climax is unbearable.

You try to beg, your voice shaky and desperate, “Please… let me… I can’t…”

Alcina’s voice cuts through the haze of your desperation, calm and detached. “We need to collect the data first. Let’s see how much longer you can hold out.”

Charlie nods in agreement, watching the monitors closely. “This is crucial information. The longer she’s denied, the more intense the release will be.”

Another shock hits, and you scream again, your body straining against the restraints. The desire to cum is overwhelming, but the system keeps you right on the edge, never letting you fall over into release. Each cycle is more torturous than the last, and you feel like you’re going to break.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they seem to reach a conclusion. Alcina and Charlie exchange a few words, their voices too low for you to hear clearly. Your body is trembling uncontrollably, your mind a foggy mess of need and exhaustion.

Alcina steps forward, her hand resting gently on your shoulder. “You’ve done well,” she says softly. “We’ll decide now whether you’ve earned your release.”

Charlie watches you with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. “It’s up to you, Alcina. You know her best.”

Alcina considers you for a moment, then leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear. “Tell me, do you think you deserve it?” she whispers.

Your mind is a whirlwind, but you manage to nod weakly, the words barely escaping your lips. “Please… I need it…”

Alcina’s smirk is almost cruel as she steps back, turning to Charlie. “Very well. Let’s see just how intense this release can be.”

With that, they make the final adjustments, and the last wave of pleasure crashes through you, finally allowing you to reach the climax that’s been denied for so long. The release is explosive, your body convulsing as you let out a scream that echoes through the room. The intensity of it leaves you completely drained, your mind blank as you slump in the chair, utterly spent.

As the last of the sensations fade, Alcina and Charlie look pleased with the results. “This will be invaluable data,” Charlie comments, as she begins to detach the devices.

Alcina nods in agreement, her gaze lingering on your exhausted form. “Indeed. You’ve proven yourself again. Rest now, because the challenges are only going to get harder from here.”

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After the intense session with Charlie and Alcina, the new daily routine is set in stone. Each day begins with two hours in the gym, where you push your body to its physical limits, maintaining strength and endurance. The physical exertion is exhausting, but you know it’s only the beginning of what each day holds.

An hour before lunch, you find yourself in Alcina’s lab, your heart racing as you approach the bed where you’ll be restrained for the next hour. The assistants work quickly and efficiently, securing your wrists and ankles with cold metal cuffs, spreading you open and leaving you completely vulnerable. Alcina’s presence is commanding as she oversees the setup, her eyes sharp as she ensures everything is in place.

The first edging session of the day begins with the familiar sensation of the devices being attached to your body. The red wire is placed on your most sensitive spot, and the blue wire is connected to a toy inside you. The hum of the machines fills the room, signaling the start of your torment.

Alcina’s voice is calm and instructive as she begins the process, adjusting the settings to keep you right on the edge. The waves of pleasure build quickly, your body reacting to the stimulation as the system keeps you from reaching your peak. The denial is agonizing, each cycle pulling you back just as you’re about to fall over the edge.

By the time the hour is up, your body is trembling with unfulfilled desire, but there’s no time to dwell on it. After a brief lunch, you return to the lab, this time to be tied to the chair. The restraints are tight, and the position makes you feel even more exposed than before. The same devices are attached, and the edging session begins anew. The chair’s restraints restrict your movements, intensifying the torment as the system teases you with the promise of release, only to deny it over and over again.

The afternoon session is brutal, pushing you to the limits of what you can endure. The constant build-up of pleasure, followed by the sharp denial, leaves you a quivering mess. But Alcina is relentless, pushing you further each day.

As the session ends, Alcina decides how your release will be granted, if at all. Some days, she ties you to the table, using the vibration and electric stick along with the metal bar inside you, forcing you to climax in a series of intense waves. Other days, she simply uses the same device attached to your sensitive spot, bringing you to a quick, almost merciful release.

But Alcina isn’t content with routine. Each day, she adds something different to the mix. Sometimes, she uses a riding crop, the sharp sting of the leather against your skin adding a new layer of pain to the pleasure. Other times, she introduces new toys with varying levels of vibration, testing your reactions and pushing your boundaries.

The days blur together in a cycle of physical exertion, denial, and release. Your body becomes accustomed to the routine, but the emotional toll is significant. Alcina’s control over you is absolute, and you find yourself both dreading and anticipating each session, knowing that each day brings new challenges.

Through it all, Alcina watches you closely, always observing, always calculating. Her goal is clear: to push you to your absolute limits, to see just how far you can go before you break. And as the days pass, you realize that you’re becoming more and more attuned to her methods, your body responding to her touch in ways you never thought possible.

But no matter how much you endure, Alcina always finds a way to push you further. And deep down, you know that this is only the beginning.

~*~

The day starts like any other, with the familiar routine of gym and edging sessions. But today, Alcina has something new planned. After the afternoon session, instead of untying you from the chair, she gives a small, almost wicked smile and motions to one of her assistants.

“Bring me the bench,” Alcina orders, her voice calm yet authoritative. The assistant quickly retrieves a small bench, just big enough for someone to lay their stomach on. It looks unassuming, but you know better than to trust appearances in this place.

Alcina guides you to the bench, her hands firm yet gentle as she positions you. You lay half of your body on the bench, your legs spread and your arms reaching down to touch the floor. The vulnerability of the position is immediately clear, your body exposed and bent in a way that leaves you feeling completely at Alcina’s mercy.

She secures your wrists and ankles to the bench, the restraints tight but not painful. There’s no escape from this position, and you can feel the anticipation building as she prepares the devices. A vibration toy is inserted inside you, its size familiar but its function relentless. Then, Alcina attaches the red wire device to your most sensitive spot, the cold metal sending a shiver down your spine.

“Let’s see how you handle this,” Alcina murmurs as she activates the machines. The vibration toy begins to move inside you, pushing in and out with a steady rhythm. The device on your sensitive spot hums to life, sending pulses of electricity that keep you on the edge, denying you the release your body craves.

The mixture of sensations is overwhelming, the mechanical movements combined with the shock waves driving you into a state of desperation. The humiliation of being in this position, so exposed and vulnerable, only adds to the intensity. Your moans fill the room, each one laced with the agony of denial.

Alcina watches you intently, her eyes never leaving your body as it writhes under the assault of the machines. She seems to take pleasure in your torment, enjoying the sight of your helplessness and the sounds of your desperate moans.

After what feels like an eternity, you can’t take it anymore. The need for release is too strong, the denial too unbearable. “Please,” you beg, your voice breaking. “Please, Alcina, let me release.”

Alcina considers your plea for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I can grant you that,” she says slowly, “but I want something in return.” She leans down, her lips close to your ear. “I want to see you reach your orgasm at least five times, and I want a squirt. If you can’t do that, we’ll have to continue until you do. Agreed?”

You hesitate, the weight of her demand settling in your mind. But the need is too great, and you find yourself nodding, agreeing to her terms. “Yes,” you whisper, desperate for the release she’s offering.

With a satisfied nod, Alcina increases the intensity of the vibrations, the toy moving faster inside you. The device on your sensitive spot continues its relentless assault, keeping you on the edge as the first orgasm crashes over you. Your body shudders, but the machines don’t stop, pushing you immediately towards the next peak.

You reach your orgasm again and again, your body responding to the relentless stimulation. But no matter how many times you reach that peak, the squirt that Alcina demands eludes you. The frustration builds with each orgasm, your desperation growing as you realize you might not be able to meet her terms.

After the seventh orgasm, you’re begging her to stop, tears of frustration and exhaustion streaming down your face. “Please, Alcina,” you cry out. “I can’t… I can’t do it… Please, have mercy.”

Alcina’s eyes narrow slightly, but there’s a hint of something softer in her expression. “A deal is a deal,” she says, but her tone lacks the harshness you feared. “However, I’ll give you one more chance.”

She retrieves the electric stick, a device that’s always been used to push you past your limits. The mere sight of it sends a jolt of fear and anticipation through you. Alcina presses it against your sensitive spot, the vibrations from the toy inside you continuing unabated.

The shock of the electric stick combined with the relentless vibration is too much. Your body convulses as the tenth climax rips through you, and this time, the squirt Alcina demanded happens. It’s an intense release, your body giving in completely as the tension that’s been building for hours finally breaks.

Alcina watches with keen interest, nodding slowly as she observes the result. “Interesting,” she says, her tone thoughtful. She finally deactivates the machines, the vibration and shocks coming to a merciful stop.

You’re left trembling on the bench, utterly spent and overwhelmed by the ordeal. Alcina takes her time untying you, her touch gentle as she helps you up. “You did well,” she murmurs, a hint of pride in her voice. “Good girl.”

As she leads you to the bed to rest, you can’t help but wonder what new challenges she’ll devise in the days to come. But for now, you’re just grateful for the brief respite, your body and mind both exhausted from the relentless torment you’ve endured.

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One afternoon, after another grueling day of intense sessions, you find yourself in Alcina’s lab, your body still trembling from the hours of edging and denial. As she calmly collects data and types into her computer, a question that has been lingering in your mind for some time finally bubbles to the surface.

“Alcina,” you begin, your voice hoarse, “why grab us in the first place? Why not just ask people to volunteer or pay them? Why go through all this trouble?”

Alcina doesn’t immediately respond, her fingers continuing to tap away at the keyboard. The soft hum of the machines in the lab is the only sound, creating an eerie atmosphere. You start to wonder if she’ll even answer when she finally speaks, her tone flat and devoid of emotion.

“Curiosities can kill you, you know.” she says without looking up from her screen.

Undeterred, you press on. “I heard Kendra mention before that the subjects are isolated to avoid chaos. Did anything happen here before I came?”

Alcina’s fingers pause mid-type. She turns off her computer and swivels her chair to face you, her eyes narrowing as she studies your expression. “You really want to know?”

There’s something in her gaze that makes you hesitate, but you nod anyway. “Yes, I do.”

Alcina sighs, leaning back in her chair, her expression shifting from annoyance to something more introspective. “I was invited to be a scientist here, just like every other scientist in this facility. The salary they offered was ridiculously high, and the confidentiality agreements were extensive. But even with all that, none of us really know who’s truly running this place. There’s a higher authority behind it all, controlling everything, pulling the strings. What we do here, the countless programs and experiments—it’s all shrouded in secrecy. And obviously, this facility cannot be exposed to the outside world.”

She pauses, her gaze distant as if recalling something. “As for why you were grabbed… I can only speculate. I assume that whoever is in charge decided it was easier to take people against their will than to risk the complications of volunteers. If people volunteer, they can back out, they can talk, they can leak information. But if they’re taken, controlled, and isolated… well, it’s easier to ensure compliance and silence.”

Alcina’s words hang heavy in the air, but she continues before you can respond. “Have you ever heard me mention that someone is looking for you? No. That’s because no one is. They’ve either covered it up so well that no one knows you’re missing, or they’ve ensured that those who might care are… distracted. Maybe both.”

You feel a cold shiver run down your spine, but you force yourself to stay focused. “And the chaos? The isolation? What happened?”

Alcina’s expression hardens slightly. “There was a girl, like you, who was brought here. She managed to talk to other subjects, something we now ensure doesn’t happen. She became resourceful, cunning. One day, she managed to steal her scientist’s ID card. She almost made it out of the facility. Almost.”

The word hangs in the air, and you can feel the weight of its implications.

“After that incident,” Alcina continues, “they changed everything. Each subject is now isolated, their access routes strictly controlled. The entire ID card system was overhauled. Even if you managed to steal my ID card, you’d need a second-level password to access another area, then a third for the next door, and maybe a fourth after that. It’s a maze of security, designed to keep you in and the world out.”

She falls silent, her eyes locking onto yours, searching for your reaction. The reality of your situation sinks in deeper than ever before, the knowledge that escape is practically impossible, and that your presence here is the result of careful planning by forces far beyond your control.

Alcina leans forward, her voice soft but firm. “This isn’t a place where curiosity is rewarded, and it’s certainly not a place where escape is an option. You’re here because someone decided you were perfect for their purposes, and as long as you’re useful, you’ll stay.”

She stands, crossing the room to where you’re seated. Her hand reaches out, tilting your chin up so you meet her gaze directly. “I appreciate the fact that you never truly tried to escape, you make my work easier,” Alcina continues, “You belong to me now. And as long as you remember that, you’ll be fine. But if you start asking too many questions, if you start thinking about things beyond what I allow… well, let’s just say you don’t want to see what happens then.”

Her words send a chill through you, and you nod slowly, understanding the unspoken warning. Alcina releases your chin and turns back to her computer, the conversation clearly over. The reality of your situation has never been clearer, and as you leave the lab, the weight of that knowledge presses down on you, making the walls of the facility feel even more confining.

~*~

A few days pass in a blur of physical exertion, denial, and fleeting release. The routine has become almost predictable, a cycle that both drains and sustains you. Then one day, Alcina breaks the monotony with a simple but unsettling statement.

“I want to try something different and test your strength,” she says, her eyes gleaming with a hint of something new.

You furrow your brow, confused. “What do you mean?”

Without answering directly, she picks up her ID card and motions for you to follow her. Intrigued but wary, you obey, trailing behind her as she leads you to a different lab. This one is similar in layout to her primary lab, but as you step inside, you immediately sense a difference. The room feels heavier, more oppressive. The equipment here is unusual, some of it unfamiliar but vaguely reminiscent of what you’ve seen in Kendra’s lab.

You glance around, unease creeping into your thoughts. “Why here?” you ask, your voice tinged with nervousness.

Alcina’s lips curl into a mysterious smile as she closes the door behind you. “Because what’s going to happen next can’t be recorded by the cameras.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you notice a slight tremor in your hands as she fetches a pair of cuffs. She secures them around your wrists, her touch firm but not harsh. Despite your rising anxiety, you don’t resist. You’ve learned not to.

“What’s going to happen?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Alcina’s smile turns wicked as she guides you to the bed in the center of the room. “I just want to see the results of your training this past month.”

As she binds your wrists above your head, you feel a pang of nervousness mixed with anticipation. She then rips off your clothes with a quick, deliberate motion, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. Her gaze travels over your body, and for a moment, there’s a flash of something in her eyes—desire, control, ownership.

She starts by gently kissing your body, her lips electrifying your skin, sending jolts of pleasure through your nerves. The sensation is immediate and intense, far more potent than anything you’ve felt before. It doesn’t take long for your body to react, your arousal building swiftly under her skilled touch.

Alcina’s kisses trail lower, spreading your legs wide as she inserts two fingers inside you, her movements precise and practiced. You moan loudly, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure as her lips descend to your sensitive spot. Her tongue flicks against it, each movement sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. The combination of her skilled tongue and fingers quickly becomes overwhelming, the pleasure building faster and faster, until you feel yourself tipping over the edge.

The orgasm hits you suddenly, forcefully, and you squirt at the same time, your body trembling uncontrollably. Alcina pauses, clearly surprised by your reaction, but there’s a glint of satisfaction in her eyes as she lets you catch your breath.

The reprieve is brief. Alcina soon returns, wearing a strap under her waist and holding the electric wand in her hand. Panic seizes you, and you shake your head frantically. “Please, don’t use that!” you beg, your voice shaky.

Alcina’s smile doesn’t waver. “You don’t have a choice, my darling.”

She pushes the rubber cock inside you first, slowly at first, savoring the way your body responds. Then, she looks down at you, her eyes filled with a fierce desire, a need to own and control. This is no longer just about testing your endurance—it’s about claiming you in a way that leaves no doubt who you belong to.

She begins to move, pulling back and pushing in again, her pace quickening with each thrust. The pleasure is immediate and intense, and you can’t help but moan her name, your voice rising with each thrust. Then, she uses the wand on your clit, the electric shocks adding a layer of torment that makes your head spin. The sensations blend together, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves you breathless and overwhelmed.

You scream in pleasure as another orgasm tears through you, your body convulsing under her relentless pace. But Alcina doesn’t stop. She keeps going, driving you higher and higher, until you’re begging her to stop, your voice breaking from the intensity.

“This is also your punishment for secretly having a session with Kendra,” Alcina says, her voice low and commanding.

She takes you over and over again, shifting you onto your stomach to fuck you from behind. The pace is unrelenting, the pleasure almost unbearable as she drives you to your limit and beyond. Each orgasm leaves you more exhausted than the last, your body trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.

Finally, after what feels like hours, Alcina slows down, her movements becoming more gentle as she lets you come down from the overwhelming high. She unties your wrists and ankles, her touch surprisingly tender as she helps you to lie back on the bed, your body too exhausted to move.

She looks down at you, her expression unreadable, but there’s a softness in her eyes that you haven’t seen before. “Good girl,” she murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Remember, you belong to me.” She leans closer and leaves a kiss on your forehead.

A different feeling stirs in your heart and her words echo in your mind as you drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep, the exhaustion finally taking over.

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A couple of days later, Alcina calls you into her lab, her expression thoughtful as she looks over some documents. You can tell something is different today. There’s an air of anticipation, something looming just on the horizon.

“Due to your past records standing out,” Alcina begins, her voice steady but with an edge of excitement, “my boss is willing to let me choose which program I would like to run for the next season.”

You blink, caught off guard by the word. “Season?”

Alcina nods, flipping through the pages of a thick briefing in her hand. “Yes, there are three programs in total. None of them are easy to execute, but they each offer unique opportunities for study.”

She pauses, letting you process that information before continuing. “The first program is focused on the study of mind control. It will involve a series of experiments, much like what we’ve been doing, but with a twist. Punishment will be a mandatory part of the daily routine, used as a method to reinforce control.”

You feel a chill run down your spine at the mention of daily punishment. The intensity of Alcina’s usual sessions already leaves you exhausted; the thought of adding a structured, daily punishment to that is daunting.

“The second program,” Alcina continues, flipping to another section of the briefing, “is behavioral study. It’s a bit of a mystery, even to me. The details are vague, but it seems to involve a series of events planned by the facility. Our role would be more observational, reacting to these events as they unfold.”

She frowns, clearly uncertain about the program. “I’m not entirely sure what to expect with this one. It seems like we’d only know the full extent once we’re already involved.”

You swallow hard. The idea of unknown events, with no control over what happens next, feels unsettling. But then, you think, maybe it wouldn’t be as intense as the mind control program.

“And the last one,” Alcina says, her tone shifting slightly as she moves to the final page, “is called 'Collaborate.' This program involves two scientists working together to test the subject, and the tests are designed to be complementary, involving a rendezvous of sorts.”

She tilts her brow, looking at you with curiosity. “So, which one do you think you’re interested in?”

You hesitate, weighing the options. Each program sounds intimidating in its own way. The mind control program promises intense and grueling sessions, with daily punishments that could push you beyond your limits. The behavioral study is shrouded in mystery, leaving you anxious about the unknown factors you would face. But the third option, Collaborate, though still unnerving, seems slightly less terrifying. The idea of two scientists working together might offer some variety, maybe even a chance for a change of pace, though it’s still impossible to know what the rendezvous would entail.

“I…” You pause, choosing your words carefully. “I think… maybe the Collaboration program?”

Alcina studies your face for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she’s reading deeper into your choice. Then she nods, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Interesting choice,” she murmurs. “Collaborate it is then.”

She puts the briefing down, her expression shifting to something more determined, more focused. “I’ll notify the higher-ups. It will take some time to arrange, but once it’s set, we’ll begin.”

You nod, still processing the decision you just made. The uncertainty of what lies ahead feels heavy in the air, but you’ve learned to navigate the unknown, to survive in a world where you have little control. As Alcina turns away, already moving on to her next task, you can’t help but wonder what this new program will bring, and whether it will push you to new limits you haven’t yet imagined.

Only time will tell.

~*~

A few weeks pass, and the anticipation builds as Alcina waits for confirmation of the next season’s program. One evening, she receives a notice from her boss, informing her that Kendra will be her partner for the first month of the collaboration. As Alcina reads the message aloud, you notice a flicker of emotion cross her face—a mixture of jealousy, anger, and something more complex, something deeper.

“Kendra and I will be working together,” Alcina says, her voice steady, but you can hear the undertone of tension. “After that, it will be Charlie, and then someone called Jasmine.”

She doesn’t elaborate on Jasmine, but the mention of Kendra clearly stirs something within her. “The trickiest part of this program,” Alcina continues, “is that the other scientist will have her own projects and ongoing programs. We’ll need to cooperate closely to ensure that two different approaches can be executed on the same subject without causing any issues.”

A few days later, the air in the lab feels charged with anticipation. Alcina is discussing your daily routine when the sharp click of high heels echoes through the corridor. Kendra enters the room with a confident stride, her presence commanding attention. She greets both of you with a smile, but there’s a glint in her eyes as she looks you over, a smirk playing on her lips. You feel a shiver run down your spine.

Kendra carries a stack of papers, which she hands to Alcina. As Alcina flips through them, her brow furrows deeply. “Why did you choose this program?” Alcina asks, her tone probing. “I thought there were at least twenty other programs ongoing.”

Kendra shrugs, her fingers gently tapping on one of the papers. “True, but some of the options available to me are drug testing and behavioral reshaping programs. Those could harm the subjects and might destroy the bond I’ve built with them.”

Alcina nods but presses on. “But you still haven’t answered my question—why this one?”

Kendra’s smile fades slightly as she taps her finger on a specific line in the document. Alcina’s eyes narrow as she scans the text, and a look of understanding passes between them. “We’ll talk about that later,” Kendra says softly.

Shifting the conversation, Alcina asks, “How would you like to run the collaboration program?”

Kendra’s smirk returns. “How about you show me how you train her? Let me observe one of your daily routines, and then I’ll show you mine.”

Alcina agrees, instructing you to take your place in the chair for your regular edging training. As the familiar restraints bind you, Kendra watches closely, her eyes following every movement Alcina makes. She asks questions about the equipment—how it works, the effects on your body, and the precision required to achieve the desired results.

As Alcina activates the machines, you feel the now-familiar rush of ecstasy flood your senses. The denial, the buildup, it all becomes a blur as Kendra continues to take notes, occasionally glancing at your reactions. After an hour, you can barely hold back your pleas, and when you finally beg for release, Alcina grants it, allowing you a brief respite.

But your reprieve is short-lived. Kendra approaches you with an almost predatory gleam in her eye. She guides you to the bed and instructs you to lie on your stomach. Your wrists are tied to the bedposts, and before you can fully process what’s happening, she inserts a vibrating toy inside you, its relentless hum instantly reigniting the fire in your core.

Kendra’s touch is methodical as she fetches a set of clips. The first one bites into the tender skin of your inner thigh, and you cry out in pain. She ignores your pleas for mercy, her focus unwavering as she attaches each clip with deliberate care. The pain is sharp, electric, unlike anything you’ve felt before.

When the last clip is in place, Kendra picks up a riding crop, gently trailing it over your exposed skin. For a moment, you think she might show mercy, but then she flicks the crop, dislodging the first clip. The pain is indescribable, the sudden release of pressure making you scream.

Kendra continues, flipping each clip off with the crop, one by one. The pain is unbearable, yet your body is caught in a twisted cycle of torment and arousal. Just when you think you can’t take any more, Kendra grabs a vibrating device and presses it against your sensitive spot, sending shockwaves through your already overwhelmed body.

She begins to spank you with the crop, her voice firm as she gives you an ultimatum. “You need to cum before I spank you for the thirtieth time, or there will be consequences.”

You struggle, your body straining against the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure. The countdown echoes in your mind, pushing you to the brink. Finally, your body betrays you, and you climax, your vision blurring from the intensity.

Kendra unties you, her demeanor shifting as she gently rubs your head, her voice a soft whisper in your ear. “This is only the beginning.”

The words linger in the air as you lie there, exhausted and trembling, wondering what other trials this collaboration will bring.

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As you’re escorted back to your room, your body still tingling from the intense sessions, you can’t shake the feeling that something significant is happening behind the scenes. Once you’re settled in, your mind drifts to the events of the day, trying to piece together the strange tension between Alcina and Kendra. You sense that there’s more to this collaboration than just scientific experimentation.

Back in the lab, Alcina watches the door close behind you, her thoughts turning to the conversation she needs to have with Kendra. The tension between them is palpable as the two women remain in the room, the hum of machines the only sound filling the space.

“So, can you explain to me why this program now?” Alcina asks, her voice laced with suspicion and curiosity. She’s never been one to shy away from challenges, but the secrecy surrounding this particular program is unnerving.

Kendra sighs deeply, clearly wrestling with something internal. She avoids Alcina’s gaze for a moment before finally speaking. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“What do you mean?” Alcina presses, her confusion growing. It’s rare to see Kendra so conflicted, and it only heightens her concern.

Kendra hesitates, visibly struggling with the decision to reveal the truth. Finally, she says, “I was forced to pick this one.”

Alcina’s confusion deepens. “Forced? By who?”

Kendra shakes her head, as if frustrated by Alcina’s ignorance. “Did you know that all the programs must be run by one of the scientists? None of them can be neglected?”

Alcina frowns, trying to make sense of what Kendra is saying. “I didn’t know that.”

Kendra scoffs lightly, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. “Of course, you don’t know. You’re the boss’s pet, but I’m not in that privileged position.”

Alcina bristles at the remark, about to protest, but Kendra cuts her off. “Maybe you chose the collaboration program by chance, but they paired us for a reason.”

Kendra taps the document in her hand, her finger lingering on the word Confidential stamped across the top. Her expression turns serious, her voice dropping to a grave tone. “You cannot tell her. We need to sit back, observe, and give her support if it’s necessary.”

Alcina’s heart sinks as the weight of Kendra’s words settles in. She’s always prided herself on maintaining control and staying informed, but this situation is slipping beyond her grasp. The idea that there’s a hidden agenda, something even she isn’t privy to, leaves her feeling vulnerable in a way she hasn’t experienced before.

With a heavy heart, Alcina nods. “I understand.”

Kendra watches her closely, as if assessing her sincerity. “Good. We’re in this together now, whether we like it or not.”

As they both prepare to leave the lab, the air between them is thick with unspoken tension. Alcina can’t shake the feeling that the next few weeks will test not just her skills as a scientist but also her ability to navigate the increasingly complex dynamics of this facility.

As she walks down the sterile corridors back to her quarters, Alcina’s mind races with thoughts of what Kendra might have been forced into—and why. She knows she’ll have to tread carefully from here on out, not just for her sake but for yours as well. The collaboration program has become more than just an experiment; it’s a test of trust, loyalty, and the unseen forces that govern their lives within the walls of this mysterious facility.

~*~

The next few days are a blur of routine and punishment, a cycle of pain and denial that leaves you exhausted, both mentally and physically. Alcina remains tight-lipped about Kendra’s program, her usual confidence now tinged with an uncharacteristic tension. Whenever you try to ask questions, she simply tells you to focus on the present, dismissing your concerns with a gentle but firm reminder that your only task is to endure and obey.

The new training plan designed by Alcina and Kendra is relentless. Mornings begin with an hour of strength exercises in the gym, where you push your body to its limits under Alcina’s watchful eye. Afterward, you’re marched to the lab for thirty minutes on the treadmill, the vibration toy attached to your sensitive spot, sending waves of sensation through you with every step. The constant stimulation is maddening, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the overwhelming need for release, a need that is cruelly denied day after day.

Once the treadmill session ends, you’re subjected to Kendra’s particular brand of torment. She begins with a spanking session, her strikes methodical and measured, pushing you to endure the pain without breaking. The sharp sting of each blow reverberates through your body, a different kind of agony from the overstimulation you’ve become accustomed to. But Kendra doesn’t stop there. In the afternoons, she introduces you to a variety of torment tools—paddles, whips, clamps—each day bringing a new, unfamiliar sensation of pain.

Alcina agrees with Kendra’s assessment that you need to build a higher tolerance for pain, though she insists that the stimulation cannot be neglected. She oversees your treadmill sessions, ensuring that the vibration toy is set to the correct intensity to keep you on the edge of climax, but never quite reaching it. It’s a cruel balance they’ve struck, combining physical pain with relentless sexual denial, a combination that leaves you in a constant state of exhaustion and frustration.

Almost every day ends with punishment sessions. If you hesitate during the training, show any sign of defiance or weakness, they immediately initiate an edging session without release. These punishments are the worst—your body pushed to the brink, only to be denied the satisfaction it craves. The frustration builds, compounding with each day until you’re left feeling utterly defeated.

As the days blur together, a nagging suspicion grows in the back of your mind. Kendra’s focus on pain and obedience, her meticulous observation of your reactions, and the way she seems to be testing your limits all point to something more than just physical conditioning. The relentless edging without release, the punishments designed to break your will, all of it feels like a carefully orchestrated effort to mold your mind, to see how far you can be pushed before you break.

You begin to suspect that Kendra’s program might be the mind control program, though you’re not entirely sure. The thought terrifies you, but you have no way of confirming your suspicions. Alcina’s silence on the matter only deepens your anxiety. You wonder if she knows more than she’s letting on, or if she’s as much in the dark as you are.

Every day, as you’re subjected to the new training plan, you find yourself questioning your own sanity. The constant denial, the pain, the never-ending cycle of torment—it’s all designed to break you down, to strip away your resistance and leave you utterly obedient. But even as your body endures the relentless punishment, a part of your mind remains defiant, clinging to the hope that you can survive whatever Alcina and Kendra have planned for you.

But with each passing day, that hope grows dimmer, replaced by a growing sense of dread. You know that you’re being shaped into something else, something less human and more pliable, and the fear of losing yourself entirely haunts your every waking moment.

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The cycle of torment and pleasure becomes a daily routine, an unyielding rhythm that leaves you exhausted and on edge. But now, with the strange occurrence of the nighttime sessions, something shifts. Two weeks into the collaborative program, you begin experiencing vivid dreams of Alcina—dreams that feel too real to be mere fantasies. Each time, you wake to find yourself writhing on your bed, the familiar mix of vibration and electricity sending you into wave after wave of intense orgasms. After weeks of being edged, these nightly sessions feel like a gift, a break from the unrelenting denial.

You don’t question the source of the pleasure. Instead, you allow yourself to sink into it, welcoming the sensations as a relief from the constant torment. The next morning, as you walk on the treadmill with the vibration toy once again strapped to you, Kendra notices something is different. She stops the machine abruptly, her eyes narrowing as she studies you.

Kendra’s sharp voice cuts through the haze of your post-orgasm euphoria. “What did you do last night?” Her grip on your chin is firm, forcing you to meet her gaze. You can see suspicion in her eyes, a suspicion that makes your stomach twist with unease.

You shake your head, genuinely confused. “I didn’t do anything,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. But Kendra isn’t convinced. She seems to sense the change in your demeanor, the way your body seems less tense, more… content.

“You seem… different,” Kendra says, her voice laced with suspicion. “Not like yesterday.” The words hang in the air, heavy with implication. You swear to her that you haven’t done anything, that you have no idea what she’s talking about. But her narrowed eyes tell you she doesn’t believe you.

Without a word, Alcina stands and leaves the room, leaving you alone with Kendra. The moment the door closes behind her, Kendra’s expression hardens. She drags you to your feet, her voice cold as she orders you to prepare for the spanking session. You plead with her, beg her to go easy, but she is relentless. “Not unless you tell me the truth,” she snaps, each strike of the paddle making you wince in pain.

You haven’t lied, though. You truly don’t know what happened last night, why you woke up in such a state of bliss. But Kendra doesn’t care. The spanking continues until your skin is raw, and tears sting your eyes.

When Alcina returns, she pulls Kendra aside and whispers something in her ear. You can’t make out the words, but you notice the way Kendra’s expression shifts. A realization seems to dawn on her, though she still frowns as she looks back at you. Whatever Alcina says, it’s enough to make Kendra stop questioning you, at least for now.

The rest of the day passes in a tense silence. You’re subjected to the usual edging sessions, though the atmosphere between Kendra and Alcina is noticeably strained. They don’t press you further about the previous night, and you’re left wondering what they might know that you don’t.

That night, as you lie in bed, the familiar sensations return. The room is pitch black, and you can’t see a thing, but the vibrations and the electric shocks on your sensitive spot are unmistakable. Whoever—or whatever—is behind this, you don’t care. All you know is that the pleasure is overwhelming, and you’re too grateful to question it.

As you surrender to the sensations, you can’t help but wonder if this will become a regular occurrence. Will the mysterious sessions continue, bringing you relief in the dark of night? Or is this just another layer of the torment Kendra and Alcina have devised for you? The questions swirl in your mind, but you have no answers.

All you can do is let yourself be carried away by the waves of pleasure, hoping that, whatever this is, it will last. Because in this place of pain and denial, the nighttime sessions are the only thing keeping you sane.

~*~

The nightly sessions continue for five days, providing a strange solace amidst the relentless routine. Each night, the overwhelming sensations bring you to the edge and beyond, granting you relief that you never expected in this place of torment. But on the sixth day, something unusual happens.

As you walk towards Alcina’s lab for your morning session, you notice that the usual hallway—always closed off and mysterious—is open. The gate at the end, which you’ve never seen open since your arrival, stands ajar. A flicker of curiosity and a pang of fear grip you. Alcina and Kendra have never let anyone escort you to the lab, trusting you to follow the routine. Today, that trust leaves you with a choice.

You pause, staring at the open gate. You’ve never been late before, and you can’t even imagine what kind of punishment would await you if you were. But the open gate pulls at you, a chance to see what lies beyond the path you’ve been confined to.

After a moment of hesitation, you make a decision. You carefully approach the open gate, your heart pounding in your chest. Peeking through, you see a hallway that looks similar to the one you’ve just left—sterile, white, and unremarkable. But the fact that it’s accessible at all feels like a break in the monotony of your existence here.

Just as you decide to turn back, you hear a voice. “Hello?” The sound is soft, tentative, and it freezes you in place. Before you can react, a figure appears from the shadows—a girl, wearing the same plain clothes as you. She has short brown hair, and the moment she sees you, she runs forward, her eyes wide with desperation.

“I thought I was the only subject here. It’s so nice to see another face,” she says, grabbing your hand as if you’re a lifeline.

Your mind races. Alcina, Kendra, and the others have always told you that subjects are not allowed to talk to each other, that isolation is a critical part of the process. Panic grips you. You know you should leave, but her grip on your hand is tight, her voice pleading.

“What’s your name? My name is Helena,” she asks, her eyes searching yours for any sign of connection.

You feel torn. Every instinct tells you to run, to get back to the lab before you’re missed. But the loneliness in her voice tugs at something deep inside you.

“We’re not supposed to talk,” you manage to say, your voice trembling. “I can’t do this right now.”

You try to pull away, but Helena’s grip tightens. “Please, can you meet me here again? I really need your help,” she begs, her eyes filled with a desperate hope.

You shake your head, fear overriding any sense of sympathy. “I can’t promise anything,” you whisper, finally breaking free from her grasp. Without another word, you turn and run back towards the lab, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you step into the lab, you immediately sense the tension. Both Alcina and Kendra are there, and their expressions are livid. They’ve never seen you late before, and the punishment is swift and severe. Every strike, every denial, feels like it’s stripping away your will to resist, but you say nothing about Helena. You only tell them you overslept, knowing that the truth would bring consequences far worse than what you’re enduring now.

By the time the session is over, you’re left trembling, your body aching from the punishment. You cling to the hope that tonight, the mysterious nightly sessions will return, offering you the release that’s been denied to you all day.

But as you lay in bed that night, staring into the darkness, the relief you hope for doesn’t come. The night stretches on in silence, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the gnawing fear that things are starting to change, in ways you can’t control or understand.

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That same night, Alcina and Kendra remain in Alcina’s lab, discussing the events of the day. Alcina is unsettled by her subject’s behavior, something she has never observed before. “She’s never acted like this,” Alcina says, her tone laced with concern.

Kendra, always the pragmatist, asks, “Where did you go during the session four days ago? The one where you said something strange happened in her room?”

Alcina hesitates before responding, “I went to the surveillance room to check the footage. That’s why I told you not to push her further. Something didn’t seem right.”

Kendra narrows her eyes. “What did you see?”

Without a word, Alcina pulls up the footage from four days ago and plays it for Kendra. The screen, equipped with night vision, reveals a dark room where three figures, dressed in what appears to be lab coats, enter the subject’s room. They move with precision, restraining her on the bed while she sleeps. Though their faces are indistinguishable, their movements suggest a level of expertise beyond that of ordinary scientists. As the footage continues, it shows how the subject is repeatedly stimulated, night after night, leading to her nightly sessions of ecstasy.

Kendra watches in silence, her face betraying a mix of shock and concern. Finally, she asks, “Should we keep her in one of our rooms? For her safety?”

Alcina shakes her head. “You know that’s against protocol. If we move her, it will trigger an alarm and make it look like she’s escaped. Besides, it’s your program, remember? You said we need to sit back and observe.”

Kendra sighs, frustration evident in her voice. “What about this morning? Do you have the footage?”

Alcina nods but admits she hasn’t reviewed it yet. As they watch the footage of their subject encountering another girl in the hallway, both exchange a look of disbelief.

Kendra is the first to speak. “I... I’ve never seen that area open before. That door requires a level two password and a second-level keycard.”

Alcina frowns, equally puzzled. “Exactly. This area is supposed to be heavily guarded. After the incident with the girl who almost escaped, they tightened security even more.”

Kendra sinks into her thoughts, her mind racing. “I told her subjects aren’t allowed to talk to each other. This... this feels like a setup!”

Alcina raises an eyebrow. “How can you jump to that conclusion so quickly? You’re the one running the Behavioral program, and—"

Kendra interrupts, her voice rising with frustration. “I was forced into this, remember? Do you really think I wanted to run this program?”

Alcina holds up a hand, trying to calm her colleague. “Look, we both know how secure this facility is. But this—” she gestures to the screen, where their subject is talking to another— “this is unprecedented. No guards, no oversight. How many times have you seen something like this?”

Kendra remains silent, her jaw clenched.

Alcina continues, “We need to calm down and observe. This is called the Behavioral program for a reason. This could be another test, or even a conspiracy. We don’t know yet. But we need to see how it unfolds.”

Kendra finally nods, her expression grim. “Do you think she’ll try to run away? With everything we’ve been putting her through?”

Alcina thinks for a moment, then answers, “Maybe, but we can mitigate that risk. We’ll adjust our sessions. You shorten the pain sessions, show her some mercy. Meanwhile, I’ll grant her releases from the edging, force her to reach orgasms occasionally.”

Kendra agrees with a nod, her eyes still focused on the paused footage. “We need to be careful. Whoever is behind this, they’re playing a game we haven’t been let in on. And I don’t like it.”

As they finalize their plan, an unspoken tension lingers between them, a shared understanding that they are caught in something far larger and more dangerous than they anticipated.

~*~

Disappointment lingers as you wake up early, realizing the nightly session that has become your twisted solace didn’t happen last night. After a quick, tasteless breakfast, you head to the gym for your usual hour-long strength training, preparing your body for the grueling sessions that await you later. The pain, you’ve learned, is easier to bear when you’re stronger.

As you leave the gym, your legs automatically carry you toward Alcina’s lab. But then, something catches your eye—the door to the other area is open again. The gate that’s never supposed to be open. The door where you met Helena.

Your heart pounds as you hesitate. You know you should go straight to the lab, but the memory of the girl—Helena—pulls you back. Curiosity and a faint sense of duty win out over the fear of punishment. You slip through the gate, into the forbidden area, hoping to find her.

The hallway beyond is eerily quiet, lined with closed doors that lead to other labs and examination rooms. You shudder, wondering what kinds of torturous experiments are happening behind them. You venture further, but there’s no sign of Helena. Just as you’re about to turn back, you hear her voice.

“Hey! Please don’t go!”

Helena runs toward you, her eyes wide with desperation. You instinctively step back, still not used to seeing another subject like you. “I’m Helena, remember? I’m so glad you came! What’s your name?”

You pause, almost forgetting what your name even is after being called ‘Subject’ for so long. “Aliya,” you finally say.

“Aliya,” she repeats, grabbing your hand. “Help me!”

“Help you with what?” you ask, your voice shaky.

“Help me escape. I can’t tolerate this place anymore!” Tears stream down her face as she continues, “The sessions are so painful, and the scientist who controls me treats me like a lab rabbit. I can’t do this anymore, please help me!”

You shake your head, your heart sinking. “I don’t think I can help. I’m in the same predicament as you, and my keycard barely lets me access anything useful. Who’s your caretaker now? Which scientist?”

“Lily,” she whispers, then adds, “Maybe your keycard can help us escape.”

You’re certain this is madness. You know your keycard is practically useless for anything beyond the limited areas you’re allowed to access. “I don’t know,” you say, feeling the pressure of time weighing down on you. “I don’t have time to talk. I’m already late, and I don’t want the punishments to get worse.”

Helena grips your hand tighter, her eyes pleading. “Why tolerate those punishments? Why be so obedient?” Her voice trembles as she says, “You should escape with me. We could break free from them, together!”

Fear overtakes you as you pull your hand from her grip and run back toward the lab. Your heart races as you realize how late you are. When you reach the lab door, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

The door slides open, and you step inside, feeling the weight of Alcina and Kendra’s eyes on you. They’re both seated, arms crossed, their expressions unreadable.

Alcina’s gaze is cold as she speaks, “Care to explain why you’re late, again?”

Before you can stammer out an excuse, Kendra cuts in. “Further explanation is futile. She’s late, and that’s all that matters. Severe punishment is for sure.”

Kendra grabs you roughly, cuffing your wrists and hanging them high above you. You wince, your arms straining as she picks up a riding crop. She tilts your chin up, her smile cruel and wicked. “Please be late again tomorrow, so I can blow off some steam,” she whispers.

The riding crop lashes across your skin, each strike more vicious than the last. Your body jerks with each hit, the pain burning through you. But it’s far from over.

Once Kendra is satisfied, Alcina takes over, leading you to the familiar chair and tying you down. “I remember you haven’t been released for two weeks,” she says, her voice almost gentle. “Maybe you’re mad at us, so you’re intentionally late? Well, let me compensate for that.”

Alcina’s words send a chill down your spine as she inserts a metal bar inside you, followed by a vibrating device placed against your clit. The red wire dangles ominously as she gags you, silencing any protests you might have made.

This time, there’s no edging, no denial—only the relentless push toward climax after climax. Your body writhes as they force you to cum over and over again, not stopping until they’re satisfied with your torment. As your mind drifts into a haze of pain and unwanted pleasure, you can’t help but wonder if this will ever end—or if escape is the only way out.

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That night, after Alcina sends you back to your room, she and Kendra gather in the lab, tension thick in the air. Alcina pulls up the footage from earlier that morning, showing your brief encounter with Helena. The screen flickers as the grainy video captures you lingering near the open gate before the girl appears. Kendra watches in silence, her brow furrowed, until the video ends.

With a deep sigh, Kendra pinches the bridge of her nose. “Why? And who is the other girl?”

Alcina hesitates, her fingers lingering over the pause button. “Do you really think we should dig deeper?”

Kendra’s eyes narrow. “As you said, we don’t know if this is a conspiracy or if it’s related to the program. If it’s not the latter, our girl could get herself into serious trouble, and neither of us can stay out of it.”

Alcina raises an eyebrow. “Our girl? Since when do you care about her more than your own subjects?”

Kendra shakes her head, dismissing the jab. “Let’s not dig into this deeper than we need to. But we should do something to figure it out or at least guide her in the right direction. I bet she’s already thinking about escape.”

Alcina watches Kendra carefully, weighing her words. “From what I’ve seen,” Kendra says, “the footage we’ve watched so far hasn’t given us much to go on. There’s no sound recording. We need to place a pinhole recorder on her clothes. Do you know which department can provide that equipment?”

Alcina nods. “I think it’s the same department that handles the machines. I’ll contact them right away and see if they can help us install it on her clothes before morning.”

Kendra leans back, her gaze steady. “What if the other subject appears again tomorrow? Should we punish her further, or wait until we hear the recording and watch the footage?”

Alcina considers this, her mind racing. “Based on normal logic, if someone is late for three straight days, it’s considered abnormal behavior. It would be suspicious if we didn’t force her to explain.”

Kendra taps her fingers against the table. “Maybe we should put her in the cage. We can monitor the footage and listen to the recordings from another room, then decide what to do next.”

Alcina’s eyes widen slightly.”You want to cage my girl?”

Kendra meets her gaze evenly. “Do you have a better option?”

Alcina pauses, knowing she doesn’t. The thought of confining Aliya in a cage doesn’t sit well with her, but she understands the necessity. Finally, she relents. “Fine.”

With the decision made, Alcina turns to her computer, preparing to make the necessary arrangements. Both women are on edge, uncertain of what they might uncover but determined to stay ahead of whatever danger might be brewing within the facility.

~*~

The next morning, you follow your routine—finishing your exercises in the gym, pushing your body to the limit to prepare for whatever painful session awaits. But as you head towards Alcina’s lab, you notice the door to the other area is still open, just as it has been for the past three days. Helena’s desperate words echo in your mind, filling you with a mixture of curiosity and dread.

You can’t help but think about her, wondering who she really is and how she ended up here. Something about her seems genuine, but you’re unsure how you could possibly help her escape. Still, you find yourself walking towards the open door, your steps hesitant but deliberate. As you wander through the unfamiliar corridors, trying to make sense of this new area, you spot Helena at the corner of a hallway. Her face lights up when she sees you.

“Aliya! Are you here to help me escape?” she asks, hope laced in her voice.

“No,” you reply, your voice low. “I just want to ask you… how long have you been here?”

“Two months,” Helena says, her tone trembling. “Every day is like a nightmare.”

Two months. The calculation runs through your head—almost half a year you’ve been in this place, yet you’ve never seen her before. Not during the initial tests, not during the competition between subjects. Could she be telling the truth? You need to know more.

“Why do you think I can help you escape?” you ask, wary of the desperation in her eyes. “I don’t even know this place that well, only my own area back there.”

Helena’s gaze intensifies. “You said you have a keycard. I don’t have one. That means you must have privileges that I don’t possess. Lily is a cruel monster—I can’t do this anymore!” Her voice cracks, and tears well up in her eyes.

You shake your head, conflicted. “You don’t understand. My caretaker explained that any other areas in this facility require a second-level keycard, a password, or even higher clearance. I don’t even know what my level is.”

Helena doesn’t back down. “I think I might have an idea. You could steal your scientist’s keycard, or maybe find her password on her computer, and see where it leads us.”

“This is totally mad, Helena. If I get caught, it won’t just be punishments. I might be eliminated. Why don’t you steal your caretaker’s ID card instead? I can’t do this with you.”

Helena grabs your hand, her voice filled with urgency. “What’s your worth, Aliya? Being examined over and over again, never experiencing a normal life like before? They might dispense of you like trash someday. We should escape together.”

Alcina’s words flash through your mind—if you follow the rules, stay out of trouble, and remain useful, you’ll be fine. But the thought of stealing from Alcina fills you with dread. What would the consequences be?

“I need to think about it,” you say, pulling away from Helena. “But I can’t guarantee anything.”

With those words, you turn and head back to the lab, dread pooling in your stomach. You know you’re late again, and you brace yourself for the punishment. As you step inside, Kendra’s hand is on you before you can react. She pulls your hair, forcing you onto your knees.

“Where the hell have you been?” she snarls.

You cry out, trying to explain, but Kendra’s voice drowns you out. “Are you intentionally getting yourself punished, or are you planning something nefarious?”

Alcina, who’s been watching silently, rises from her chair. “Put her in the cage, Kendra. Let’s not waste our time on this.”

Kendra doesn’t hesitate. She drags you to a small cage in the corner of the lab, barely big enough for a dog, and shoves you inside. You can only curl up, trembling, as Kendra pinches your cheek with a cruel smile. “You’d better be ready for what’s coming next.”

With that, they both leave the lab, turning off the lights as they go, leaving you alone in the dark, confined and terrified.

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Alcina and Kendra step into a small, nondescript room not far from the lab. It’s one of the few rooms in the facility that isn’t under constant surveillance. The tension between them is palpable as they shut the door, locking themselves away from prying eyes. They exchange a glance before Alcina opens her laptop, her fingers tapping quickly over the keyboard to pull up the newly recorded footage.

The department had been efficient, slipping the pinhole recorder onto your clothes without your knowledge. Alcina clicks a few buttons, syncing the video and audio. The screen flickers to life, showing you wandering through the hallway, searching for Helena. Kendra watches with narrowed eyes, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

As they listen to the exchange between you and Helena, Alcina feels a strange mix of relief and apprehension. You hadn’t agreed to help Helena escape, and that was a small victory. But the conversation raised more questions than it answered.

When the footage ends, Kendra is the first to speak. “Do you know how many of us are doing the same job as we do? Running these programs, handling subjects?”

Alcina frowns and pulls up a list of the current scientists working in the facility. She scans the names carefully before shaking her head. “There’s no one called Lily, and none of the scientists’ subjects have someone named Helena either.”

Kendra leans closer to the screen, her confusion deepening. “Who is she, then? And why is she here?”

Alcina hesitates before reaching for the internal line and puts on speakers, dialing her boss. After a few rings, the line connects. “Yes?” The voice on the other end is brusque, impatient.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Dimitrescu,” Alcina begins, quickly explaining the events that have transpired. She expects her boss to provide some insight, maybe even acknowledge the existence of Helena or explain the strange occurrences.

But instead, the response is cold and dismissive. “Alcina, is this some kind of joke? I know you and Kendra are running the behavioral program together. All you need to do is Do, Your, Damn, Job.” The line goes dead before Alcina can reply.

Alcina stares at the receiver, stunned by the abruptness. She relays the conversation to Kendra, who mirrors her confusion. “That was… strange,” Kendra says slowly. “She’s never talked like that before.”

Alcina nods, her mind racing. “Maybe… maybe she’s the one behind this. Maybe she’s testing us or trying to push us into a corner.”

Kendra shakes her head, though her expression is troubled. “I don’t think it’s that simple. What if she’s setting us up to fail? Or worse, setting your girl up to be ruined?”

“Then what do we do?” Alcina asks, frustration edging into her voice. “Punish her? Force her to tell us the truth and warn her to stay away from Helena?”

Kendra sighs, a long, weary sound. “She’s just a subject, after all. What else can we do? We’re just pawns in this facility, like her.”

They sit in silence for a moment, the weight of their predicament pressing down on them. Finally, as they prepare to leave the room, Alcina speaks up again. “Can you show her a bit of mercy later? I want to see if she’ll reveal the truth on her own.”

Kendra hesitates but then gives a slight nod. “Alright. But we can’t keep giving her chances. We need to know what’s going on.”

They leave the room, both of them more uncertain than ever. The facility, once a place of rigid structure and predictable outcomes, now seems to be filled with hidden dangers and unanswered questions. As they return to the lab, they know they’ll have to tread carefully—and hope that whatever is happening doesn’t spiral out of control.

~*~

You hear the laboratory door slide open again, the familiar clicking of high heels on the cold floor signaling Alcina and Kendra’s return. The lights flicker on, and the room is suddenly filled with harsh brightness. The sound of a chair being dragged across the floor grates in your ears, followed by the tapping of something against the top of your cage.

Kendra’s voice breaks the silence. “Do you want to come out, or should we lock you up for a little longer?”

“Please let me out... please,” you beg, your voice trembling with fear and desperation.

Kendra’s tone is calm but firm. “Sure. But we have some ground rules here. We’re going to ask you some questions. If you promise to tell us the truth, you might avoid severe punishment or being locked in this cage for a whole night. Deal?”

You swallow hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

Kendra unlocks the cage and helps you out, but the relief is short-lived as she immediately cuffs your hands behind your back and forces you to kneel in front of them. Alcina and Kendra sit in their chairs, Kendra casually holding a riding crop in her hand.

Alcina’s voice is cold and measured. “Why have you been late these days? What were you doing after you finished your exercise in the gym?”

You lower your head, your thoughts racing as you weigh the consequences of revealing your encounters with Helena. Before you can make a decision, Kendra strikes your arm with the riding crop. The sharp sting brings tears to your eyes.

“Talk!” Kendra demands.

“I... I was talking to another person,” you manage to say, your voice shaking.

Alcina’s eyes narrow as she presses further. “What person?”

You hesitate again, and Kendra’s crop lands another blow on your arm. Tears spill down your cheeks as you force out the words. “I talked to another subject... in the hallway.”

Kendra and Alcina exchange a look. Alcina’s gaze returns to you, her voice icy. “I need the details.”

You recount everything: the gate that suddenly opened between the two areas, your encounter with Helena, and everything she told you. Kendra tilts your chin up with the riding crop, forcing you to look her in the eyes.

“Are you sure you’re not making that up? Because we have a full list of the scientists and subjects’ names in the computer. You know what will happen if you’re lying, don’t you?”

Panic surges through you. “I swear!” you cry out.

Alcina nods to Kendra, who leaves the room to check if the gate to the other area is still open, while Alcina turns to her computer. Minutes feel like hours as you kneel there, cuffed and trembling. Finally, Kendra returns, her expression unreadable.

“The door to the next area is blocked,” Kendra says.

Alcina’s fingers dance over the keyboard, pulling up the list of names. “There’s no Lily or Helena in the system,” she announces, her voice flat.

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “How’s that possible...” you murmur, but before you can say anything more, Kendra grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head back.

“Looks like someone’s learned how to lie,” she sneers.

You shake your head, desperate to make them understand. “No! I swear I’m not lying! Please, please believe me! You... You can check the cameras! There are cameras everywhere, please check them!”

Alcina knew she had already copied the footage, but to keep up the facade, she logs into the surveillance system once more. Her eyes narrow as she watches the footage from the past three days. The screen shows you wandering the hallways alone, using your keycard to access forbidden areas. There’s no sign of Helena.

Alcina’s eyes widen for a second but she calmly turns back to you, her voice colder than ever. “I only saw you wandering around in another forbidden area while using your keycard.”

Kendra’s grip on your hair loosens slightly as she exchanges a quick, knowing look with Alcina. The tension between the two women is palpable, but they keep their focus on you.

“I’m very disappointed in you,” Alcina says, standing up and dragging you to the torment chair. The cold metal sends shivers down your spine as she straps you in.

“Don’t say I’m not merciful,” Alcina continues, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Now you have two choices: edging or endless orgasms? I’ll give you three seconds.”

You look up at her, your heart pounding in your chest. “Alcina... please, please believe me! Please don’t let me cum over and over again...”

Alcina smirks, her decision made. “Edging it is.”

With quick, practiced motions, she attaches the devices to you, setting them to torment you without respite. The sensations begin immediately, building you up only to leave you teetering on the edge of release without allowing you the relief you so desperately crave.

Alcina and Kendra leave the room, your cries echoing off the walls as you’re left alone with nothing but the relentless torment and the knowledge that no one believes you.

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After Kendra and Alcina leave the lab, the weight of the situation hangs heavy between them as they walk down the dimly lit hallway that had mysteriously opened for Aliya. The tension is thick, neither of them speaking a word until they return to the privacy of their observation room. Once inside, Kendra, barely able to contain her frustration, nearly shouts, “What the fuck is going on here? How can the footage be edited in such a short time?”

Alcina, visibly weary, sighs as she sinks into a chair. “Maybe this is the chaos that whoever is behind this wants to create.”

Kendra’s mind races as she paces back and forth. “Do you think we should stalk Aliya tomorrow? If she sees this Helena girl again, we could grab her and force the truth out of her.”

Alcina folds her arms, sinking into deep thought. “The footage has already been tampered with. Whoever’s behind this knows I accessed the surveillance system. There’s a chance this Helena won’t show up again.”

Kendra’s eyes narrow with concern. “My worry isn’t just about Helena appearing or not. It’s about Aliya. After seeing the altered footage, she might start questioning her sanity or think she’s completely alone here. If she loses trust in us, she could decide escaping with Helena is her only option.”

Alcina’s thoughts drift back to the night Aliya first attempted to escape, the strange coincidence of an unlocked door, and the conveniently wiped surveillance records. It all pointed to a setup, a trap laid by unseen hands. After a moment, she nods slowly. “You’re right.”

Alcina’s voice drops, more reflective now. “Kendra, what does a subject mean to you? Is it about their loyalty, or is it the feeling of ownership?”

Kendra pauses, considering the question. “If they cooperate, they’re useful to me, and I treat them like a person. But if not, they’re just an object.”

Alcina nods, absorbing Kendra’s response. “Aliya was right—there are cameras everywhere. If we want to protect her, or at least get to the bottom of this, we need to bring her here, away from prying eyes.”

Kendra frowns, her skepticism evident. “The program is confidential, Alcina.”

“Not here,” Alcina insists, her voice firm. “We need to come up with a plan, but we also need Aliya to cooperate. If Helena shows up again, she might do whatever it takes to convince Aliya to escape, and that’s a risk we can’t afford.”

Kendra narrows her gaze, testing Alcina’s resolve. “So, what’s your real intent here? Do you want to trap her or help her? You know, deep down, every subject wants to leave this place, right?”

Alcina’s voice softens. “I know, but I want her to walk out of this facility on her own terms, without the constant fear of being hunted for the rest of her life. She’s more than just a subject to me—I have a responsibility to protect her.”

Kendra’s expression softens, a small smile forming as she nods. “I see. So, what do you have in mind?”

Alcina leans forward, her mind racing with possibilities. “We’ll stage a scene where we pretend to drag her back here for further punishment. That will deceive the cameras. Then we’ll reveal everything we know and see if she’s willing to help us uncover the truth. If she’s not, well... we’ll punish her or do whatever we have to as scientists. And if she wants to escape, it means she’s not the girl we thought she was, and we’ll report her for elimination. That’s the worst-case scenario.”

Kendra sighs, a small sense of dread gnawing at her. “I have a feeling Aliya isn’t that kind of person.”

~*~

The constant torment of forced arousal and denial has left you utterly exhausted, your tears streaming down your face as you can barely muster the strength to scream anymore. Time has become a blur, and you’re not sure how long you’ve been enduring this punishment when, finally, Alcina and Kendra return. They stand in front of you, wearing wicked smiles that send a shiver down your spine.

Kendra tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet her gaze. “Aww, look at her,” she coos, her voice dripping with mockery. “So pathetic, but also quite adorable.”

Alcina’s hand hovers over the machines, her eyes narrowing as she studies you. “Since you’re lying,” she begins, her voice cold and calculating, “I think just edging is too easy for you. Don’t you think?”

Panic floods through you, and you shake your head quickly, desperate to avoid whatever cruel fate they have planned. “No... please, no...”

To your surprise, Alcina turns off the machines, but the relief is short-lived as Kendra starts to untie you. “Let’s have more fun in another place,” Kendra says, her tone sinister. “A place where you’ll learn how to behave correctly and better in the future.”

You struggle, trying to sink into the chair, but there’s no escape. Kendra detaches the devices from your body, dragging you up to your feet. Alcina fetches a pair of cuffs, securing your wrists in front of you. “You’d better keep your strength, my darling,” she murmurs with a smirk, “you’re going to need it.”

With no choice but to comply, you allow them to drag you out of the lab, your heart pounding with fear and confusion. You beg, cry, and plead, a small voice in the back of your mind whispering that maybe, just maybe, you should try to escape after all. But they ignore your pleas, dragging you to another room, one without cameras. A room where, you realize with growing dread, they could do anything they wanted without anyone knowing.

The door closes behind you with a final, ominous click. Instinctively, you drop to your knees, begging for another chance, hoping to appease them before they unleash whatever cruel punishment they have in store. But instead of the expected torment, Alcina removes the cuffs from your wrists and drags a chair for you, forcing you to sit down. She and Kendra take seats across from you, a laptop beside Alcina.

Alcina reaches out, and you flinch, expecting a slap. But instead, her touch is gentle as she strokes your cheek. “We’re sorry,” she says, her voice soft but firm. “We had to make a scene in front of the cameras.”

You’re utterly confused, your mind reeling. “What’s going on here? Aren’t you going to punish me further with something cruel?”

Kendra leans back in her chair, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “We could, if that’s what you want.”

Alcina clicks a few buttons on her laptop, turning the screen toward you. “Look.” she says.

The footage playing on the screen is different from what you saw back in the lab. It’s clear that something is very wrong. Alcina explains, “Someone edited it. We don’t know who’s behind this.”

You stare at the screen, struggling to comprehend. “I... I still don’t understand.”

Kendra then reveals the truth behind the Behavioral Program they’re running, including the fact that they’ve placed a pinhole recorder on your clothes. It’s a lot to take in, but the weight of it settles heavily on your shoulders.

“What about Lily and Helena?” you ask, your voice trembling. “Is it true that they’re not on the list?”

Alcina nods, her expression serious. “It’s true. We don’t know who they are or why they’re doing this.”

Kendra chimes in, her tone more measured. “The point is, we need your support and cooperation. We need to pretend that you don’t know anything and continue acting like a rebellious subject. This will help us dig deeper into what Helena wants and who she is.”

You consider their words carefully. “I agree to help, but how will I know if you’re acting or if you’re serious?”

Alcina smiles, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Let’s have a safe word then. If we say ‘naughty’, it means we’re acting.”

Kendra sighs, though a small smile tugs at her lips. “Why do you like safe words so much? Well, but I guess I like this idea.”

You nod, your mind still spinning with everything you’ve learned. “What should I do, Alcina?”

Alcina leans forward, her eyes locking onto yours. “If the door opens again tomorrow and you see Helena, pretend to follow her suggestions. See how it goes, but be careful. I believe you’re smart enough to handle this.”

You nod again, a feeling of determination settling in your chest. It’s clear now that this entire situation is far more complicated than you could have ever imagined. But if you’re going to survive, you’ll have to play along, at least for now.

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The next morning, anxiety churns in your stomach as you wonder whether the girl named Helena will appear again. The door to the forbidden area opens for you once more, and with Alcina and Kendra’s backup, you decide to dig deeper. This time, you’re determined to uncover the truth about this mysterious new area.

As you wander through the dimly lit corridors, you begin to search for any signs that Alcina’s words were true—that each area is occupied by only one subject and their caretaker’s laboratory must be nearby. The stark white walls and sterile environment seem endless, but then you spot something that makes you stop in your tracks: a name tag on a laboratory door reading Lily Anderson.

You frown, trying to recall if Alcina mentioned this name. She had assured you that no one named Lily was on the list of scientists. Could Alcina have lied to you? Confusion swirls in your mind, and you’re still trying to piece everything together when someone grabs you from behind, pulling you into another corridor.

It’s Helena.

“Keep quiet,” she whispers urgently, her eyes darting around nervously. “It’s my time to report to the lab soon, and I can’t afford to be found out. I knew you would come back for me, Aliya! Please, let us escape together. We need to help each other!”

You shake your head, the weight of reality crashing down on you. “Helena, I’ve told you, even if I could steal my caretaker’s ID card, I don’t know her password or how to break the next level’s security system. This place is a fortress; it’s impossible to escape.”

Helena pauses, thinking for a moment before she replies, “I know Lily will have a meeting with someone higher up two days from now. I’ve heard they all need to attend the meeting in person instead of holding it online. I’ll try to steal her boss’s ID card. Meet me here at the same time two days later.”

Your frown deepens. “This is madness, Helena. How can you be sure you’ll be able to steal it anyway?”

Helena’s smile is mild, almost playful. “I used to be a thief, stealing money off the streets. This is just another object. I can steal it, but I need you to help me get the passwords from your caretaker.”

With that, Helena disappears down the corridor, leaving you standing there, feeling torn between fear and curiosity. You head back to the lab, where Alcina and Kendra are waiting, their faces clouded with anger as they notice your late return for the fourth day in a row.

You immediately kneel on the ground as Alcina approaches, her expression stern. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” she says, her voice laced with a tone that makes you recall the safe word. Despite this, you can't help but feel a twinge of anxiety—there’s always an element of unpredictability in these situations.

Alcina quickly exchanges a look with Kendra, who then exits the room. Alcina cuffs your hands and pushes you onto a nearby bed, grabbing a riding crop. “You’re going to learn what real pain is here, you naughty girl,” she murmurs, swinging the crop in a manner that looks harsh but isn’t. You pretend to be in pain, begging her to stop, and the smirk on her face widens as she continues the charade.

A few moments later, Kendra returns, her expression serious. “I don’t think she’s learned her lesson, Alcina. It’s blocked again. I think we need to have more fun in other places and make sure she learns her lesson.”

Hearing the keyword blocked again, Alcina pulls you up and pushes you out of the lab, leading you to the room without cameras. You pretend to struggle and beg for mercy as they usher you inside. Once the door closes, Kendra uncuffs you, and Alcina quickly logs into the surveillance system on her laptop, pulling up the footage.

They watch the footage with intent, listening closely to every sound. After a while, Alcina asks Kendra, “Did you see the name tag on the door?”

Kendra nods. “I did. How is that possible?”

Alcina's brow furrows in thought. “It’s easy enough to create a fake name tag. But the things Helena said—those are what’s truly strange.”

You frown, still trying to process everything. “What’s strange?”

Kendra explains, “Helena mentioned that the higher-ups like to have meetings in person, which is true. Our boss is old-fashioned that way—she values real human connection. But when Helena said she could steal the ID card, that was suspicious. It either means Helena knows where the card is and has seen it before, or...”

Alcina finishes the thought, “Or Helena is someone from the higher-ups.”

Kendra nods in agreement. “As a subject, Helena should have been busy with assigned tasks during the meeting. How could she have escaped the lab? And even if she did, the gate to the next area only stays open for three seconds. How could she have managed to follow someone that closely without being seen?”

You feel a chill run down your spine. “Helena asked me to find the next level password. What should I do?”

Alcina thinks for a moment before responding, “Tell her you tried to look up information on my computer but were caught and almost killed. Let's see how she reacts.”

Kendra adds, “Also, using the boss's ID card to access certain areas will require her password too.”

Alcina nods, a plan forming in her mind. “For the next two days, we’ll stick to the usual training routines. Then we’ll execute the plan on the third day.”

You nod, feeling a heavy weight settle in your heart. The situation is growing more dangerous by the minute, and you realize that this might be your only chance to uncover the truth—or to make a choice that could change everything.

~*~

The next two days pass in a blur of training sessions with Alcina and Kendra. The door to the other area remains blocked, so you stay confined within the lab, undergoing their rigorous routines. Despite the exhaustion, something about the situation feels different—less painful, less unbearable. The physical torment pales in comparison to the emotional weight you’re carrying, and it’s as if a numbness has settled over you, dulling the edge of your suffering.

On the second day, after Kendra leaves to return to her lab, you remain on the bed in Alcina’s lab, too drained to move. Alcina, engrossed in her report, glances over and notices that you’re still lying there. She pauses, her pen hovering over the paper, and softly asks, “Why are you still lying there?”

You don’t respond immediately. Instead, a sudden wave of emotion crashes over you, and before you can stop it, tears begin to stream down your face. You cry soundlessly, feeling a raw vulnerability that you haven't allowed yourself to feel in a long time. Alcina notices your silence and the tears that slip down your cheeks. Concern flashes in her eyes as she puts down her pen and walks over to you.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice gentle, almost tender.

You struggle to find the words, feeling a knot of confusion and fear in your chest. “I feel stressed,” you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. “This is the first time I’ve felt like this since I got here. Alcina, why this program? If this is really a conspiracy, what do those people want from me?”

Alcina’s expression softens, and she gently lifts you into a sitting position, wrapping her arms around you in a warm, protective embrace. You lean into her, seeking comfort in the rare moment of gentleness she offers.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t know,” she admits, her voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. “I feel panicked as well.”

She sighs, the sound soft and weary. “But as I promised before, as long as you’re still mine, I will do my best to protect you.”

Alcina wipes the tears from your face, her touch tender as she brushes away the remnants of your sorrow. “Tomorrow might be crucial, and we don’t know what’s going to happen next. I wish I could tell you otherwise, but to reveal what’s behind this, we need you to help us out. Just be careful.”

You nod, feeling a sense of solidarity in her words, a shared uncertainty that makes you feel less alone in this labyrinth of confusion and danger. As Alcina continues to hold you, you find a flicker of resolve within yourself. Tomorrow will be a turning point, one way or another. And with Alcina and Kendra's guidance, you’ll face whatever comes next.

Chapter Text

The next morning, after finishing your exercises in the gym, you cautiously make your way to the lab, glancing around nervously. The gate opens again, inviting you into the forbidden area once more. Steeling yourself with Alcina and Kendra’s words in your mind, you step into the other side, determined to dig deeper into this enigma.

As you wander through the unfamiliar corridors, you suddenly spot a figure at the far end—a woman in a lab coat, but she’s not Helena. Your heart skips a beat, and before you can retreat, the woman notices you. Her eyes widen in shock and suspicion as she strides toward you.

“Who are you? How did you trespass here?” she demands, her voice sharp and authoritative.

Panicking, you turn back to the door leading to Alcina's lab, but it slams shut behind you. Frantically, you tap your keycard against the reader, but the system coldly responds, “Access Denied.” The woman is now just a few steps away, her grip firm as she seizes your wrist.

The name tag on her chest reads “Lily.”

“How did you get here? What’s your name? Who do you belong to?” she fires off the questions rapidly, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Before you can answer, recognition flashes across her face. “Wait, are you Aliya?”

Your heart races. “How... How did you know my name?”

A smirk tugs at Lily’s lips, a knowing gleam in her eyes. “This is interesting. I think I know where you might come from.”

“Where’s Helena?” you blurt out, your voice trembling.

Lily’s smirk widens. “She’s in big trouble now, and it seems like you’re part of this.” Without another word, she drags you to a nearby room and throws you inside, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Let me out! Help!” you shout, but there’s no response.

You pace the small room, trying to process what Lily had said. What did she mean by ‘I’m part of this’? Time seems to stretch endlessly as you wait, anxiety gnawing at you.

Finally, the door creaks open, and Lily steps back inside, closing it behind her. She approaches you slowly, her expression unreadable.

“Aliya, right? You’re helping Helena escape, aren’t you?”

You shake your head desperately, but she continues, her voice laced with accusation. “Helena has been locked up, awaiting further instructions, for stealing an ID card that doesn’t belong to her. It’s your idea, isn’t it? She told me one day you just magically trespassed here, then tried to help her escape and lure her into stealing my boss’s keycard. I must say, young lady, you’re pretty bold.”

Lily corners you, her presence intimidating as she looms closer. “It’s not just about who tries to escape here—you’re part of this as well, and your caretaker is in trouble.”

Before you can fully grasp her words, Lily pulls out a syringe, clearly intending to inject you with whatever liquid it contains. Panic surges through you, and with a burst of adrenaline, you dodge her attempt and manage to grab the syringe. Without thinking, you inject Lily instead, and she slumps to the floor, unconscious.

Shaking, you search her lab coat and find a keycard. Clutching it tightly, you quickly escape the room, your heart pounding in your chest. As you navigate the labyrinthine corridors, Helena suddenly appears at a corner, nearly colliding with you.

“How did you manage to escape? Lily said you were locked up!” you exclaim, your mind racing.

Helena snatches the keycard from your hand and pulls you along, urgency in her every movement. “We don’t have time to talk—we need to run before the alarm is triggered.”

You sprint alongside her, turning corner after corner as she leads you deeper into the facility, passing one area after another that looks similar to where you come from. Finally, you reach a door labeled “Level 3.” Helena swipes the keycard and effortlessly types in a password, and the door clicks open.

“Wait a sec.” You hesitate, suspicion gnawing at you. “Even my caretaker’s ID card is a Level 2 type with a second-level password. How can you use Lily’s card on a Level 3 door with another password so easily?” You swallow hard, “Who are you?”

Helena’s demeanor shifts, her expression calculating as she slowly turns to face you. “You’re smarter than I imagined, Aliya.”

She points to a door at the far end of the hallway, the number on it barely visible. “That door leads to your freedom. You’re almost there—we’re almost there. Don’t you want to see the outside world, go back to your normal life? I mean, being treated as a pathetic subject—you must feel lonely and miserable. Endless experiments, torments, suffering, day after day, being captive for your so-called caretaker.” She sneers. “Yes, I’m not a subject, and I can’t tell you my department either. All I want to know is, if the door to freedom is reachable, why not go for it? Why voluntarily stay in this terrible place, voluntarily be treated as a lab rabbit?”

Her words cut deep, echoing the fears and desires you’ve buried for so long. Freedom is within reach, and yet... You think of Alcina, of her promise to protect you, of the bond that has grown between you, however complicated.

“I want to stay, for Alcina. I need her,” you say, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.

Helena frowns, clearly taken aback. “You’re willing to let someone take over the power of you and control you every day? How’s that possible?”

You stand your ground, meeting her gaze. “People’s bonds don’t happen in one day. My caretaker Alcina treats me well; she cares about me, not like I’m some kind of trash. I know the days here are tough, but I’d rather wait until one day this goddamn place announces we can end the contract on our own, without feeling haunted for the rest of our lives, and walk out of here freely. That’s why I’m staying.”

Helena sighs, a faint, almost sad smile crossing her face. “You’re the first one who’s said that to me. You’re amazing. But I don’t know if this is a curse or a blessing.”

“Whatever you’re doing, if you’re really from the higher-ups, you need to stop the manipulative program. All the scientists here deserve to know everything and be treated equally!” you insist, your voice rising with conviction.

Helena’s smile fades, replaced by a resigned expression. She sighs again and pushes a small red button on a nearby panel. “Experiment...over.”

Moments later, guards appear behind you. “What should we do, Miss Helena?” one of them asks.

Helena looks at you one last time, a strange mix of admiration and pity in her eyes. “It was nice meeting you, Aliya.”

She instructs the guards to escort you back to your area safely, and you follow them, your mind reeling from everything that has happened. As you walk through the now-familiar corridors, you can’t help but feel that while the chaos may be over for now, the deeper mysteries of this place are far from being unraveled.

~*~

The guards escort you back to Alcina’s lab, and as the door slides open, both Alcina and Kendra stand up, their faces etched with concern. The guards exchange a nod with them before leaving, and without hesitation, you rush into Alcina’s arms. She holds you tightly, her voice filled with worry.

“Everything okay with you? What happened? I thought you...escaped,” Alcina murmurs, her breath warm against your hair.

Kendra, standing nearby, adds with equal concern, “Or worse, being captured by someone else.”

You take a deep breath and recount everything that happened: how you encountered Lily, how she recognized you, and how Helena revealed her true identity. Both women listen intently, their expressions shifting from shock to disbelief. Kendra looks particularly shaken, her usual composure cracking under the weight of your revelation.

Alcina holds you a little tighter, her hand running soothingly through your hair. “We were listening to the recording from the pinhole recorder the whole time,” she says softly. “The last thing we heard was Lily pushing you into another room, and then the connection broke.”

Alcina exchanges a glance with Kendra, her tone serious. “Our guess was right. Helena is someone from the higher-ups, and it seems like she’s the one who created the Behavioral program.”

Kendra sighs, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. “I’ll check with the boss and see if the program has ended,” she says, her voice a mix of relief and weariness.

After Kendra leaves the lab, Alcina remains silent for a moment, her gaze drifting to her computer and then to the machines nearby. You can see the wheels turning in her mind, processing everything that’s happened.

You break the silence, asking, “What about the rest of the day? Are you going to continue the afternoon session?”

Alcina turns to you, a small, comforting smile on her lips. She reaches out, rubbing your head affectionately. “I think I can give you a break, just for today,” she says gently. “I need to see whether the Behavioral program ended or not with Kendra as well. You can go back and rest, or maybe do one or two more exercises, or...”

Her hand tilts your chin up, her eyes meeting yours with a playful glint. “Or do you want to be tied down and experience edging or maybe endless orgasms again? I can help you with that.”

A strange, familiar warmth spreads through you at her words, but you quickly shake your head, trying to focus. “I... I think I’d prefer to spend some time in the gym again,” you say, your voice a little shaky. “Or maybe you could ask the higher-ups to build a library in this area?”

Alcina nods thoughtfully, her smile softening. “Of course, I can ask that for you.”

As you turn to leave the lab, she calls after you, her voice laced with warmth. “Do you want to have dinner together later?”

You pause, a smile tugging at your lips. “I’d love to.”

With that, you step out of the lab, feeling a mixture of relief and anticipation. The encounter with Helena and Lily still lingers in your mind, but the thought of dinner with Alcina later brings a sense of normalcy, a comforting routine in the midst of chaos.

You head to the gym, trying to clear your mind, but the day’s events keep replaying in your head. Helena’s words, Lily’s accusations, the truth about the Behavioral program—everything feels like a tangled web you’re just beginning to unravel.

But for now, you focus on your workout, letting the physical exertion ground you. You know that whatever happens next, you have Alcina by your side, and that thought alone brings you a small measure of peace.

Chapter Text

A few days later, you find yourself standing in front of a newly established library, a space specifically created for you. Though smaller than your room, it's a place of solace, a retreat within the facility. Alcina stands beside you, her hand resting on your shoulder as she guides you inside. The shelves, though not numerous, are lined with carefully selected books, and the quiet atmosphere immediately soothes your mind.

“I managed to convince my boss to talk to the higher-ups about expanding a new space for you,” Alcina says, a note of pride in her voice. “Unfortunately, since you’re still a subject and this is what the facility pays you for, you can only spend time here after sessions or during assigned vacations. You’ll also need my approval each time, but your keycard will grant you access once it’s given.”

You nod, understanding the constraints but appreciating the gesture nonetheless. The fact that Alcina went out of her way to create a small sanctuary for you means a lot. She seems to notice your appreciation and gives you a warm smile.

“Also,” Alcina continues as she walks around the library, “Kendra’s program officially ended, so we no longer need to worry about it. And starting next Monday, we’ll collaborate with Charlie for a month to continue our Collaborative program.”

You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Who are Helena and Lily anyway? Do you know which department they’re from?”

Alcina shakes her head slightly, her expression thoughtful. “I can only confirm they’re from the higher-ups. Both of them are from the same department, at least that’s what my boss told me in the email I received a day ago when I asked her. As for the content of their work, I don’t know anything at all.”

Her arm tightens slightly around your shoulder, a gesture of reassurance. “My boss also complimented you, saying you’re very loyal and that she sees potential in you. She believes you can do great things for this facility.”

You feel a mix of emotions at her words—flattered, yet wary of what that might mean for your future here.

Alcina continues, her tone a bit more serious. “And my boss instructed me to provide a stricter training session for you and ensure you make progress each week. I think starting our work with Charlie next Monday couldn’t be better timing.”

You swallow hard, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite the unease building inside you. The thought of more intense sessions, especially after everything that has happened, is daunting. You manage to squeeze out a faint smile, not wanting to show your anxiety.

Seeing your expression, Alcina softens. “I know it sounds tough, but I’m here to guide you through it. Tonight, you can spend a little time in the library before bed. Tomorrow, Kendra and I will need to write the full report on the Collaborative program and the Behavioral program together.”

She then gives you a light squeeze on the shoulder. “Make sure to work out in the gym for an hour tomorrow morning, and then report to the lab for the stimulation routine. It’ll only be two to three hours, and after that, you can spend the whole afternoon in the library.”

You nod, feeling a bit better at the prospect of having some time to yourself in the library. As you walk out of the room with Alcina, you can’t help but wonder what the next week will bring. The mysteries surrounding Helena and Lily linger in your mind, but for now, you focus on the small comforts you’ve been given—a new library, a bit of freedom, and the strange, complex bond you share with Alcina.

~*~

The next day, you brace yourself for the stimulation routine, knowing that it will be intense as always. However, there’s a slight shift in the way Alcina approaches the session. She keeps you on edge for two hours, pushing you to the brink repeatedly, only to pull back before you can reach climax. The tension builds within you, your body aching for release, but Alcina maintains control, her eyes focused and intent. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she allows you to cum, guiding you through the waves of pleasure for a full hour before finally announcing the end of the session.

“You can go have lunch now,” Alcina says, her voice soft yet firm. “And then you can spend the rest of the day in the library.”

You nod, still catching your breath, and head out of the lab. The thought of spending the afternoon in the quiet comfort of the library is a welcome relief. As you enter the small, book-filled room, you notice how carefully curated the selection is. There are no science-related books at all, just novels and a few historical stories. It’s clear that whoever chose these books put a lot of thought into what would be most enjoyable and relaxing for you.

You lose yourself in the pages, grateful for the escape they provide. The facility may have its dark and twisted sides, but this small kindness feels like a lifeline—a reminder that there’s more to life than the constant experiments and training sessions.

Meanwhile, in the laboratory, Alcina and Kendra work together on the Behavioral program report. Kendra is visibly struggling, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she tries to decide how to approach the situation.

“This feels like a conspiracy,” Kendra mutters, frowning at the screen. “Should we mention that in the report?”

Alcina tilts her head, her expression one of caution. “Do you want to get the both of us fired? They don’t appreciate scientists accusing them, you know.”

Kendra huffs in frustration. “Oh yeah? Then how about you tell me how to avoid the fact that we both thought this could be a conspiracy? Dr. Dimitrescu, aka the boss’s pet?”

Alcina rolls her eyes, but there’s no real irritation in her response. Instead, she calmly offers three different perspectives on why and how they led their subjects throughout the program. She skillfully reframes the events to align with what the higher-ups would want to hear, emphasizing their adherence to protocol and their focus on the subjects’ well-being.

Kendra listens, her skepticism slowly giving way to reluctant admiration. “No wonder you’re the boss’s pet,” she says with a sigh. “You really do know how to write what they want to hear.”

Alcina isn’t offended; instead, she nods proudly. “You’re welcome.”

With Alcina’s guidance, they manage to complete the report within five hours, detailing their observations and the program’s outcomes with thoroughness and precision. Every word is carefully chosen to present their work in the best possible light, avoiding any hint of suspicion or doubt.

As they finish, Kendra leans back in her chair, exhausted but relieved. “That was a lot of work,” she admits.

Alcina closes her laptop, her expression calm. “It’s done, though. Now we just wait for their feedback.”

Kendra nods, her thoughts briefly drifting to you. “Do you think Aliya is really okay? After everything?”

Alcina’s gaze softens for a moment. “She’s strong. But I’ll keep an eye on her, just to be sure.”

The day passes quietly as you spend your afternoon in the library, unaware of the intense work that Alcina and Kendra have just completed. But as you sit surrounded by the comforting presence of books, a sense of calm washes over you, a small respite in the midst of the storm.

Chapter Text

Monday morning arrives, and with it, the unsettling presence of Charlie in Alcina’s lab. After your usual hour-long workout in the gym, you make your way to the lab, only to find Alcina and Charlie deep in discussion. The air feels heavy with anticipation, and you can’t shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Alcina is explaining the orders she received from her boss, the demand for stricter sessions and possibly new lesson plans to ensure that you keep progressing each week. Charlie listens intently, her gaze occasionally flickering toward you with a mix of curiosity and something darker.

“I have some ideas,” Charlie says, her voice cold and clinical, “but I’m not sure how much she can take. Some of the techniques can be quite extreme. There’s a risk of her passing out, or worse, foaming at the mouth. It really depends on how far we want to push her.”

Alcina frowns slightly, but nods. “She’s been through a lot already in the past six months,” Alcina begins, listing off the various methods they’ve used on you—electrical stimulation, vibrational training on the bed, in the chair, even on the treadmill.

Charlie considers this. “It sounds like she has potential,” she admits, “but if we’re going to push her to the next level, we’ll need to be careful. I suggest starting with electric pads on her sensitive spots while continuing to train her sensitivity.”

Alcina seems hesitant. “You’ll have to show me how it’s done. I need to make sure she can handle it without causing too much harm.”

Charlie agrees and motions for you to sit down. “You’ll need to be restrained for this,” she explains matter-of-factly, as if this were just another ordinary procedure. "It’ll help you endure it without hurting yourself.”

You comply, feeling the familiar coldness of the restraints against your skin as Charlie fastens them securely. She places two small electric pads on your most sensitive spot, and then, almost as an afterthought, inserts a vibration toy inside you. “The vibrations will help you take the electricity more easily,” she explains, though the idea of ‘help’ in this context seems far from comforting.

Charlie goes on to explain the machine in detail. “There are 20 levels. Level 1 feels like teasing with a feather. Level 20, on the other hand, will feel like being shocked by live electricity. For this session, we’ll set the standard at level 10 at this moment—enough to prevent you from climaxing, but not so intense that it will overwhelm you immediately."

You try to focus on her words, but the reality of what’s about to happen makes it hard to concentrate. When she asks how you feel, you manage to say that if level 10 is enough to stop you from climaxing, you can't imagine what level 20 would feel like.

Charlie nods, turning to Alcina. “You’ll need to use this wisely. Once she can endure level 10, the edging training will become much more challenging."

Alcina agrees but makes it clear that she has no intention of pushing you beyond level 10 unless absolutely necessary. “It’s important to train her sensitivity, but we’re not trying to break her,” she says, her tone firm.

Charlie also suggests increasing the sensitivity of your chest, but adds that the final decision will depend on the boss’s goals for you. For now, they agree to test the electric pads and see how much pain you can endure before begging for them to stop. They also plan to observe how your sensitive spot reacts to the stimulation, measuring its size before and after.

The session begins, and they gradually increase the intensity from level 1 to 3 over the course of thirty minutes. Each level sends jolts of sensation through your body, but you grit your teeth and bear it, knowing you have no choice. After the first thirty minutes, they pause to measure your sensitive spot. Even though you haven't climaxed, the spot is already swollen and more sensitive than before.

They continue, increasing the level to 5. By this point, the intensity is overwhelming, and you find yourself begging them to stop. The pain is sharp and unrelenting, and it feels like your nerves are on fire.

Alcina watches you closely. “Did you cum without permission?” she asks, her voice sharp.

You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “No… I haven’t reached it yet, but it’s too much. I can’t take it.”

Charlie and Alcina exchange glances before deciding to conduct a further test. They find that while you haven’t climaxed, your clit is in a highly reactive state. Alcina decides to test your limits one more time. She rubs your sensitive spot quickly, giving you only thirty seconds to reach climax.

You manage to do it in twenty.

Both Alcina and Charlie are visibly surprised. Charlie seems impressed. “She’s more resilient than I expected,” she admits.

Alcina nods, her expression a mix of pride and concern. “She’s strong,” she agrees, “but we have to be careful. There’s a fine line between pushing her and breaking her.”

The session ends, leaving you drained and trembling, but with a strange sense of accomplishment. Despite the pain, you’ve proven something to both Alcina and Charlie—and perhaps, to yourself as well.

~*~

As the evening settles into the facility, Alcina finally has a moment to herself. The day has been exhausting, filled with the relentless demands of her work, and the conversation with her boss has left her reeling. She hadn’t anticipated the direction things were heading, and the weight of the expectations placed upon her—and upon you—feels almost unbearable.

After finishing the day’s report, Alcina makes a call to her boss, seeking a brief meeting to discuss the future of the Collaborative Program. The curt tone of her boss on the other end of the line makes it clear that this won't be a pleasant conversation. “What’s this regarding?” her boss snaps, clearly not in the mood for any unnecessary talk.

Alcina keeps her voice level, professional. “I would like to discuss the Collaboration Program further, specifically about the goal and the lesson plans moving forward.”

There’s a sigh on the other end, a sound that could either be resignation or annoyance. “Fine. Come to my office in five minutes.”

Alcina gathers the necessary documents, swipes her ID card, and heads to the restricted area. The corridors are stark, sterile, and uninviting, a reflection of the cold, calculating environment they work in. She takes the usual turns, her steps echoing in the empty hallways, and soon finds herself standing before the door to her boss’s office.

The door opens with a hiss, and Alcina steps inside. Her boss, a woman whose sharp features and piercing gaze could cut through steel, barely looks up from her desk. Alcina greets her with the appropriate formality, then begins her report on the day’s experiments, summarizing the results and observations with the precision expected of her.

When she finishes, Alcina hesitates before asking the question that has been gnawing at her since Charlie’s visit to the lab. “What exactly do you mean by 'stricter sessions'? The sessions we’ve conducted so far have already pushed the subject to the edge. If we push too far, it could be dangerous. Are you asking me to turn her into a robot?”

Her boss leans back in her chair, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “A robot? No, Alcina. I don’t need a robot. I need someone who has abandoned their free will. Someone who obeys without hesitation, without question. Loyalty,” she adds with a derisive chuckle, “is a liability. According to Dr. Kendra’s report, your subject has a problem, and that problem is loyalty.”

Alcina frowns. “Loyalty?”

“Yes, loyalty. Your subject isn’t just a disposable object anymore. She’s becoming something more—something that could be useful to us in ways you might not fully understand yet. The higher-ups mentioned that there are clients interested in sex slaves—objects they can play with for their own entertainment. The basic requirement is that these objects don’t cling to one owner and understand that they can be owned by anyone. Does that clarify the goal for you, Alcina?”

Alcina’s eyes widen, a cold chill running down her spine. This isn’t what she signed up for, and the realization hits her like a punch to the gut. Her boss notices the change in her expression and laughs, the sound sharp and mocking. “Don’t tell me you’ve developed feelings for your subject, Alcina. Remember, you’re supposed to be professional, heartless. Your job is to push her limits, not coddle her. The facility gave you a raise for a reason.”

Alcina struggles to maintain her composure as her boss continues, her words growing more pointed with each sentence. “There are clients who prefer subjects with potential. They want their sex slaves to be loyal, to blush when they’re humiliated or tortured for fun. But the pay for those subjects is lower. If you continue training your subject the way you are, she’ll end up as nothing more than a toy for someone with the lowest standards. Think about that, Alcina. Consider her future carefully. There are already clients waiting with deposits. Unless, of course, a more interesting client comes along.”

Alcina is left speechless, her mind racing. She barely manages to ask, “Is there a deadline for the subject to meet the clients’ needs?”

Her boss shakes her head. “Quality comes first. We don’t set deadlines for our clients.”

Alcina thanks her boss for the information, though the words feel hollow. She leaves the office and walks back to her own, each step feeling heavier than the last. By the time she reaches her desk, she’s emotionally drained. She buries her face in her hands, the overwhelming pressure weighing down on her.

She’s trained many subjects in her time at the facility, but none of them survived the brutal experiments or sessions. Not until you came along. She doesn’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, you became more than just another subject to her. She began to care—something that now seems like a dangerous mistake.

The clock on her desk reads almost 8 o’clock. Alcina knows she should be working, preparing for tomorrow, but instead, she finds herself thinking about you. The day has been long, and she’s not sure how to process everything her boss said. But one thing is clear—she needs to see you.

Pushing herself out of her chair, Alcina decides to find you. Maybe, just for a little while, she can forget the demands of the facility and the cruel reality of the situation. She needs to remind herself that, despite everything, you’re still here.

Chapter Text

As the clock in the library quietly ticks towards 8 p.m., the atmosphere feels unusually serene. You’re immersed in your novel, the words drawing you into another world far from the sterile confines of the facility. But then the door opens, and Alcina steps in, holding two cups of hot chocolate. The sight of her surprises you, but in a way, it also feels comforting—she’s never joined you here before, especially at this hour.

She sets the cups down on a small table by the wall and gestures for you to join her. “I thought you might like a cup of hot chocolate at this hour,” she says, her voice warm but tinged with something else—something you can’t quite place.

You put down your book and walk over to her, sitting down across from her. “Yes, thank you, Alcina.” You take a sip, letting the warmth of the drink settle in your chest. But you can’t help noticing the troubled look in her eyes. “Are you alright?” you ask, concern lacing your voice.

Alcina offers a small smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re a great observer,” she says, trying to deflect the question.

You shrug, giving her a faint smile in return. “Well, I may not be a scientist, but I pay attention to details.”

She doesn’t immediately reply, instead taking another sip of her hot chocolate. After a moment of silence, she finally asks, “During the Behavioral Program, when Helena asked you why you didn’t reach the exit, you said you wanted to stay with me. Is that true? Why?”

Your cheeks flush slightly, and you lower your head, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I know it sounds weird, but... I like you. Not the cruel torment you put me through, of course, but... I like you.”

Alcina looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing in her eyes. “You don’t hate me? Most of my previous subjects have called me a monster, a pervert, a cruel, crazy bitch—every insult you can think of.”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “I don’t know. Maybe my life back in the real world sucked. Maybe it’s because the pay here is higher than I ever imagined. Or maybe it’s just the small gestures—the kindness you show me when you don’t have to. But I like you, that’s for sure.”

Alcina chuckles, a soft, almost disbelieving sound. “You are really special.” She pauses, as if something heavy has settled on her mind, and then sighs deeply.

“Seriously, what’s wrong, Alcina? Is there something I can help with?” you ask, your concern deepening.

“Yes, and no.” She hesitates, looking around the library before speaking. “I didn’t realize until now that there’s no surveillance in here.”

“Yeah, I was surprised too,” you admit, wondering where she’s going with this.

Alcina sets down her cup and looks at you intently. “Well, if that’s the case…” She takes a deep breath, clearly gathering her thoughts. “There’s something I need to discuss with you. It’s about your future, and I hope you won’t hate me for telling you the truth.”

You listen intently as Alcina begins to recount the conversation she had with her boss. The words hit you like a ton of bricks, each revelation more unsettling than the last. When she finishes, both of you sit in silence, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Neither of you knows what to say at first.

“If I didn’t give them the results of your progress, they might transfer you to someone stricter than me, or worse... eliminate you. And that’s the worst-case scenario. But if I truly push your limits day after day and shape you into something the clients want, I…” Her voice trails off, uncertainty clear in her eyes.

“I’m just a subject, after all,” you say softly, trying to hide the mix of fear and resignation in your voice.

Alcina takes your hand, her touch warm and reassuring. “Hey, you are more than just a subject, okay?” Her hand gently strokes your cheek, her gaze filled with genuine concern. “The reason I’m telling you this—which I shouldn’t have—is because you mean a lot to me. I like you as a person, not just as a subject. I want to work this out with you and find the best solution for both of us.”

You nod slightly, still processing everything. The reality of your situation is terrifying, but knowing that Alcina cares—truly cares—gives you a small glimmer of hope. It’s not much, but it’s something to hold on to.

“Thank you, Alcina,” you whisper, your voice filled with gratitude.

She squeezes your hand gently, her eyes softening. “We’ll figure this out together,” she promises. “I won’t let them take you away from me.”

In that moment, you realize that despite the cold, clinical environment of the facility, you’re not alone. Alcina is with you, and together, you’ll face whatever comes next.

~*~

The following day, after your morning routine in the gym, you’re led back to the lab where Alcina and Charlie are discussing a new approach. Charlie seems intrigued, almost excited, as she asks Alcina, “Has anyone explored or tested the sensitivities of your subject’s anal area?”

Alcina looks thoughtful, then checks her computer, scrolling through the detailed records of your previous sessions. “No, it looks like we haven’t done that before,” she replies, her tone more analytical than concerned.

Charlie nods, appearing pleased with the discovery. “I don’t have a specific program for this, but I’ve been working on a few small projects that could apply here. I think it’s worth exploring further, don’t you?”

Alcina considers for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Let’s proceed. We should be thorough.”

With Alcina’s approval, Charlie and the assistants guide you to a testing table, where they secure your legs in a spread position. The vulnerability of the situation sends a shiver down your spine, but you focus on your breathing, trying to stay calm.

Charlie starts by placing a small vibrating device on your sensitive spot without activating it. She gently massages the area between your legs, her touch clinical yet precise. Then, she shows you a small device, about the size of a little finger, explaining that it’s designed to vibrate at various intensities.

“Take a deep breath,” she instructs as she applies lubricant to the device. You do as she says, inhaling deeply, and then feel the strange sensation as the device is gently inserted into you. The vibrations are subtle at first, not overly intense, but enough to make you aware of its presence.

“How does that feel?” Charlie asks, her tone professional, as she adjusts the settings on the device.

“It’s… strange,” you reply, your voice uncertain. “I can feel the vibrations, but it’s not too intense.”

Charlie nods, her expression thoughtful as she experiments with different vibration modes. Meanwhile, she activates the device on your sensitive spot, and the combination of sensations begins to build quickly. The focus of your attention, however, remains on the device stimulating your sensitive spot, which seems to have a stronger effect.

Observing your reactions, Charlie eventually decides to pull the device out. You exhale in relief, but it’s short-lived as she switches to another device, this one with a cold, steel surface. The new device slides into you smoothly, and you immediately notice the difference. The sensation is more intense, more penetrating, yet it also seems to enhance the arousal in your sensitive spot without directly stimulating it.

Charlie increases the intensity of the device, and you can’t help but moan softly as the sensations start to overwhelm you. Alcina, who has been observing closely, tilts her brows in curiosity. She notices that your sensitive spot is becoming increasingly swollen, a clear sign of your escalating arousal.

Without warning, Charlie slips her fingers inside you, skillfully stimulating your inner muscles. The combination of internal and external stimulation drives you over the edge, and you feel an intense wave of pleasure as you reach your orgasm internally.

But Charlie isn’t done yet. She quickly shifts her focus to your sensitive spot, using the device to bring you to another climax, this time externally. The rapid succession of intense sensations leaves you breathless, your body trembling with the aftershocks.

Alcina, a smirk playing on her lips, looks pleased with the results. “We should definitely conduct more experiments like this,” she remarks, her voice almost casual, as if she’s discussing a simple lab test rather than the deeply intimate experience you just endured.

As you lay there, catching your breath, you realize that the boundaries of your endurance are being tested more than ever. Yet, in the back of your mind, there’s the lingering thought of the conversation you had with Alcina the night before. Despite everything, you trust her—perhaps more than you should. And that trust is what keeps you going, even as the experiments grow more intense.

But now, you can’t help but wonder what other tests they might have in store for you—and whether you’ll be able to withstand them.

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The next morning, the air in Alcina's lab buzzes with a mix of anticipation and tension. Charlie seems particularly eager, her enthusiasm for exploring your limits evident as she brings in several new tools and devices. You can feel the weight of what’s coming, a mix of dread and curiosity swirling in your gut. Before the session begins, you gather the courage to ask Charlie a question that's been on your mind since the previous day.

“Why was the steel surface more intense than the first one?” you ask, your voice tinged with nervousness.

Charlie activates the machine and hands you the steel stick, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. The moment your fingers make contact with it, a jolt of electricity tingles through you, making you gasp in surprise.

“Electricity?” you murmur, pulling your hand back.

Charlie nods, turning off the machine. “Interesting, right?” she says with a small, satisfied smile.

You manage a tense smile in return. “Right.”

Today’s experiments turn out to be even more intense than you anticipated. Charlie starts by inserting a small device with a steel surface into your anal passage. The sensation is immediate, a deep, resonating hum that spreads through your body, amplifying every subtle shift in your muscles. As if that wasn’t enough, Charlie then inserts a thicker vibrating stick between your legs, pushing the sensations to the brink of overwhelming.

Your body reacts instinctively, the combined sensations from the anal device and the stick driving you to moan louder, your voice raw with need. The internal and external stimulation seems to stack, building up your desire in a way that feels almost unbearable. Yet, no matter how much you squirm or plead, the release you crave remains out of reach, as if a wall stands between you and the climax you so desperately need.

Alcina, who has been observing the whole time, steps closer, her eyes fixed on your visibly swollen sensitive spot. Despite your pleas, she remains calm, unyielding. Charlie, looking up from her observations, asks Alcina, “Do you want to grant her release now?”

Alcina strokes your cheek tenderly, her touch a cruel contrast to the denial she’s about to enforce. “Not yet, darling,” she murmurs, her voice soft but firm.

Charlie shrugs, a playful glint in her eye. “Sorry, she’s the boss.”

You moan in desperation, your body trembling under the unrelenting pressure. Alcina adds to your torment by attaching small vibrating clamps to the tips of your chest, their rhythmic pulses sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The combination of sensations drives you to the edge, yet still, they keep you from tipping over into release.

By the time the lunch break rolls around, you’re a quivering mess of need. The brief respite feels like both a blessing and a curse, giving you just enough time to regain some semblance of composure before the next round of torment begins.

When you return to the lab, the session resumes with a cruel twist. This time, they instruct you to bend over the bed. The shift in position amplifies the sensations tenfold, making the vibrations more intense, more invasive. The devices inside you feel like they’re vibrating in sync with your heartbeat, every pulse sending shockwaves through your body. Alcina occasionally comes over, her touch gentle as she rubs your head or strokes your back, her fingers trailing lightly down your spine. It’s a stark contrast to the brutal edging they’re putting you through.

The prolonged denial is driving you insane. Every fiber of your being is screaming for release, the need so overwhelming that you can barely think. By the end of the session, you’re practically begging, your voice hoarse and broken.

Alcina crouches beside you, her eyes locking onto yours as she gently brushes the hair from your face. “How badly do you want to cum, hm?” she asks, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Very… Please, please, I beg you!” The words spill from your lips without hesitation, raw and desperate.

Alcina chuckles softly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. “Cum five times for me then,” she commands, her voice laced with dark promise.

Charlie quickly attaches the vibrating device to your sensitive spot and activates it, the sudden surge of pleasure slamming into you like a tidal wave. The first climax hits you almost immediately, your body convulsing under the intensity of it. But they don’t stop. Alcina begins pushing the thicker stick in and out of you, each thrust making the subsequent climaxes even more intense than the last.

You lose track of time, your world narrowing down to the relentless waves of pleasure and pain. By the time they finally stop, you’re left trembling, your body completely spent.

Charlie, satisfied with the results, looks over at Alcina. “Did you collect the data?” she asks.

Alcina nods, her gaze still lingering on you. “Pretty much of it. We can continue this for a week, I think, and then check her with other vibration devices to see if her sensitivity increases.”

As they discuss their plans, you’re left lying there, your mind swirling with a mix of relief and dread. The week ahead looms large in your mind, filled with the promise of more intense experiments and the ever-present question of how much more you can endure.

~*~

The week of relentless penetration tests has left you on edge, your body finely attuned to every sensation, every pulse of electricity or vibration that courses through you. As the week draws to a close, Alcina and Charlie decide it’s time to test how much your sensitivity has increased.

You find yourself kneeling on the bed, wrists bound and hanging above you, your heart pounding in anticipation. Charlie is precise and careful as she slides the steel device into your anal passage, the familiar sensation sending a shiver through you. Next, she inserts the metal bar between your legs, fixing it in place so it doesn’t slide out, and finally attaches a vibrating device to your sensitive spot.

Alcina steps in, and you feel the soft fabric of a blindfold being tied around your eyes. She leans in close, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, “Enjoy.” Her chuckle sends a thrill down your spine, and you swallow hard, knowing this session will be different.

The machines hum to life, sending low vibrations to your sensitive spot, while the devices inside your anal and inner muscles begin to pulse with growing intensity. Your body responds instinctively, your muscles involuntarily clenching around the intruders as the sensations build. You hear Charlie’s voice, instructing you that you are not allowed to cum without their permission. The command lingers in your mind, adding to the desperation simmering inside you.

Alcina’s fingers are unmistakable as they begin to glide across your skin, their touch light and teasing. She trails her fingers up and down your body, caressing every inch of you—behind your ears, along your jawline, down your neck, across your breasts, and along your arms. Her touch is maddeningly gentle, unpredictable, and all-consuming, making you moan as she explores every part of you.

Meanwhile, the intensity of the electricity inside you is increasing, the pulses growing stronger with each passing minute. Yet, the vibrations on your sensitive spot remain unchanged, a constant tease that drives you to the brink. The desperation to climax builds inside you, your body trembling with the need for release.

“Please...let me...” you whisper, your voice a desperate plea.

Alcina’s fingers circle the tips of your breasts, brushing over them with excruciating tenderness. “Not yet,” she replies, her voice soft but firm.

You feel like you’re going to explode, the desires building between your legs with no outlet, no relief. After two hours of relentless teasing, the machines finally shut off, leaving you panting and on the edge. The blindfold is removed, and you blink in the sudden light, your eyes meeting Charlie’s content expression. Alcina begins to detach the devices from your body, but the need inside you doesn’t diminish; if anything, it only grows stronger, pulsing through you in waves.

As Charlie turns her attention to her report, Alcina quietly tells her, “We’ll be right back.” You barely have time to process her words before she grabs your arm and pulls you out of the lab. She leads you to another room, one without cameras, the door closing behind you with a soft click.

Before you can even catch your breath, Alcina throws you onto the bed, her movements swift and decisive. She pins your wrists above your head, her eyes dark with something you’ve rarely seen—a hunger, an insatiable desire that matches your own. Her hand finds your sensitive spot, and she begins to tease it with practiced skill, drawing out your moans and pleas.

“Beg me to let you release,” she commands, her voice low and seductive.

“Please, Alcina, let me cum, please! I beg you! I can’t bear it anymore,” you cry out, the desperation evident in your voice.

“How would you like me to grant you one? Hm?” she murmurs, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Anything you like,” you reply, willing to do whatever it takes.

Alcina leans down, her mouth descending on your clit as she teases it with her tongue. The sensation is overwhelming, the weeks of built-up desire finally finding an outlet. She works you quickly, her skilled tongue and hands bringing you to the edge in moments, and then, finally, she lets you tumble over it. The orgasm hits you with the force of a tidal wave, your body convulsing under the intensity.

But Alcina isn’t done. As your body is still trembling from the release, she straps on a toy, her eyes never leaving yours. She grabs a nearby vibrator and shoves the toy inside you, the sensation so intense that you scream in pleasure. The overstimulation is almost too much, but Alcina keeps going, thrusting the toy into you and stimulating your clit until you’re teetering on the edge once more.

She seems insatiable, her desire to dominate you evident in every move she makes. She sits you up and guides you to straddle the toy, her hands holding your hips as she directs your movements. The sensation is overwhelming, your body responding to every touch, every thrust, every vibration. You wrap your arms around her neck, your voice hoarse as you beg her to stop, to give you a moment’s reprieve.

But Alcina only smiles, her voice a soft, dangerous whisper. “I’m going to make you cum again, and again, and again, sweetheart.”

And she does. Over and over, until you’re a trembling, quivering mess in her arms, utterly spent and completely at her mercy.

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Three months later, the Collaboration program draws to a close. The intensity of the past six months is still fresh in your mind, but now a new challenge looms on the horizon. Alcina informs you that tomorrow there will be a thorough survey for both the scientist and the subject, essentially a meeting for the two of you in front of a group of people.

“Where and who will attend?” you ask, your brow furrowing with concern.

“The meeting will likely take place in the conference room, located in another area of this facility,” Alcina replies.

You frown, feeling uneasy. “Why ask both of us to attend the meeting? Aren’t you always the one who collects my feedback and sends it back to them?”

Alcina shrugs, her expression unreadable. “I have no idea. I’ve already handed in the reports for the past two months, including Kendra’s and Charlie’s work. Only this month’s report hasn’t been finished yet. Maybe they want to hear your thoughts in person.”

The next morning at 10 a.m., you follow Alcina to the conference room. The journey takes you through unfamiliar parts of the facility, and you can’t help but notice the many scientists in white coats moving about. At one point, you accidentally meet the eyes of another subject—a woman who looks at you with curiosity. You quickly avert your gaze, not wanting to draw any more attention.

When you finally reach the conference room, you’re faced with a group of at least 10 to 12 people, all seated at the front table, their eyes on you. One of the women gestures for you and Alcina to sit in the prepared seats facing them. As you take your seat, your eyes catch a familiar face in the crowd—Helena is here. She offers you a slight smile, which you return with a small nod.

“Welcome,” the woman in the middle says, her voice authoritative. “The reason we asked both of you to join us today is that we’ve reviewed your past performance, Alcina. You’ve done a great job.”

“Thank you,” Alcina responds with a slight nod.

The woman’s gaze shifts to you, her eyes studying you intently. “Throughout the past six months, we’ve been monitoring your performance as well. Aliya, right?”

You nervously stand up. “Yes.”

She gestures for you to sit down again. “Relax. I’m Alcina’s immediate supervisor, Dr. Miranda Lukes. All of us have some questions for you. Let’s begin with Dr. Williams.”

A man with a mustache, flipping through papers, addresses you. “The report says that during the first two weeks here, you attempted to escape. Could you explain what was on your mind that night and why you chose to stay without further attempts?”

You think for a moment, recalling that night. “I wasn’t trying to escape. The door wasn’t locked, and out of curiosity, I went out to look around and see what was happening. And... I never tried to escape after that because I believe I can survive.”

Dr. Williams clears his throat. “Miss Aliya, wandering at night during forbidden hours is considered an attempt to escape. Please remember that.”

He asks a few more questions, which you answer as best as you can. Then the woman next to him speaks up. “I’m curious—you mentioned you believe you can survive. However, with all the intense programs you’ve been through, and from what I’ve seen in the reports, I believe Dr. Dimitrescu pushes your limits daily with those experiments. What element or event during the past six months made you think you could survive as a subject?”

You glance at Alcina, who subtly encourages you to continue. Taking a breath, you reply, “To be honest, I don’t know. My thoughts every day for the past six months were that I needed to be better so that I wouldn’t face any punishments or more brutal torments. Maybe it was that thought that kept me going.”

The woman nods, taking notes before passing the floor to the next person. A male scientist asks you about your biggest fear during the programs, wondering if there was anything particular that frightened you the most.

You think for a moment and then answer, “Everything, actually.”

The crowd laughs a little, amused by your honesty. “Why’s that?” he presses.

“Alcina wouldn’t just use one technique during the experiments; she combined many things. But if there’s one thing I’m scared of, I’d say the electricity on my sensitive spot. It’s easy to get overwhelmed by it.”

When it’s Helena’s turn, she greets you with a soft, “Hello, Aliya.”

She looks down at her papers, then back at you. “The first time we met, I pretended to be a subject to try to talk to you. The first thing you said to me was, ‘We’re not supposed to talk,’ which told me that Dr. Dimitrescu or Kendra trained you well. But I want to ask—you knew you’d be punished if you were late for the sessions, so why did you still step into the forbidden area and look for me?”

You can feel Alcina’s gaze on you, even though you don’t meet her eyes. You hesitate, then answer, “I was just curious, that’s all.”

Helena doesn't seem convinced. “I don’t think it was just ‘curiosity.’ Please elaborate.”

“I... I...” You struggle to find the right words, but Helena continues, “You mentioned you didn’t try to escape, yet you still took the risk to talk to me. When I told you we could escape together, I saw hesitation in your eyes. Was it really ‘curiosity’ that made you talk to me, or did my words shake your beliefs?”

“The second time when the gate opened again, and you mentioned that we could escape together, something did shake my beliefs. I wouldn’t say it was hope; it was more like... something that couldn’t be happening, and I only wanted to figure out why—why you were there, and if there was any possibility to escape.”

Helena cuts you off with another question. “So, if for whatever reason you managed to steal Dr. Dimitrescu’s swipe card and her password, and you didn’t know the rules about other details of this facility, would you do anything differently?”

You glance at Alcina, then back at Helena. “No. I might help you escape or something, but I don’t think I would escape with you.”

“Why’s that?” Helena asks, leaning forward slightly.

“I’m a paid subject. Quitting a job like this isn’t ethical.”

The room erupts in laughter, and Helena smiles. “Thank you. I don’t have any more questions.”

Finally, it’s Dr. Miranda’s turn to wrap up the discussion. “Alcina, I’d like to hear your thoughts on the Behavioral program. You and Kendra mentioned in your report that you both noticed your subject’s abnormal behavior. Why didn’t you take action every morning but instead let her explore the forbidden area or send your assistants to escort her directly to the lab?”

Alcina answers with a measured tone, “She was never late for the sessions. Through her abnormal behavior, we were able to discover what lies within the Behavioral program and what doesn’t. Kendra and I agreed to observe because we didn’t have much detail from the confidential document at the beginning. Escorting her by my assistants wasn’t the best decision at that time.”

Miranda nods, flipping through her papers before looking back at Alcina. “I see. I can tell that your subject is very ‘loyal’ based on the reports and what she said earlier. I’d like to know your future goals and what programs you’re interested in.”

Alcina is momentarily stunned by the word ‘loyal’ realizing something deeper is at play. Recovering quickly, she responds with a professional smile, “I plan to keep the stimulation sessions as a daily routine, including the use of electricity. Her body responds well to it, and she’s making progress each day. As for other programs, aside from the drug programs that don’t interest me, I think any other programs are fine.”

Miranda tilts her brows, a smirk playing on her lips. “So, you’re fine with transferring her to other scientists if necessary?”

Alcina hesitates, the tension in her voice clear. “If it’s only for a week or two, I’m fine with that.”

Miranda’s smirk widens as she looks at you. “Now I’m curious—if I were to transfer you to another scientist someday, would you still insist on staying here, or would you go with Helena?”

You’re not sure how to respond, feeling the weight of the question. “I... I don’t know. I think I would still choose to stay.”

Miranda seems amused by your answer. “Interesting.”

The meeting concludes with an air of uncertainty. As you leave the conference room with Alcina, the implications of what was discussed weigh heavily on your mind. The idea of being transferred, of having to leave the relative stability of your time with Alcina, lingers uncomfortably. You hope that Miranda's words will not come to pass, but a nagging doubt remains.

~*~

The next few days blur together as Alcina continues with the stimulation program. She frequently asks Charlie to assist her, allowing the younger scientist to collect data and observe the nuances of the sessions. The routine becomes almost predictable—intense sessions in the lab followed by brief breaks, all under Alcina's watchful eye.

One morning, during a short break from the stimulation session, Alcina suddenly receives an urgent email. Her expression tightens as she reads it.

“I need to attend a meeting in ten minutes,” she tells you, her tone brisk. “There’s no one else to monitor the progress, so you can go to the gym and take a break until I get back.”

You nod, watching as she quickly leaves the room. The minutes tick by, and you try to relax at the gym, but something about the urgency of the email unsettles you. After working out for a while, you have lunch, hoping that Alcina will return soon. But even after you finish eating, there's still no sign of her.

Concerned, you head back to the lab, where her assistants seem just as puzzled by her absence. They don’t know why she hasn’t returned yet, which only heightens your anxiety. Without much else to do, you decide to spend the rest of the day in the library, trying to distract yourself with books. The hours drag on until it’s time to return to your room before the day ends.

The next morning, you wake up to a shock. The room you’ve grown accustomed to has completely changed. The decoration is different, the furniture rearranged, and even the color scheme altered. Your heart pounds as you try to process what could have happened while you were asleep.

The usual breakfast is delivered to your room, but you can barely focus on eating as your mind races. When you finish, the door opens, and a woman enters, claiming to be someone’s assistant.

“I’m here to escort you to the lab,” she says with a professional detachment.

You’re still disoriented, trying to make sense of the situation. But as you step out of the room, you’re hit with another wave of confusion. The once familiar hallway is now completely different, like you’ve been transported to another area of the facility. The realization stuns you, and you find yourself frozen in place.

The assistant nudges you forward. “Keep moving,” she insists, her tone firm.

You comply, your mind spinning with questions. Where are you? What happened to your room? And most importantly, where is Alcina?

The assistant leads you into a lab, where a woman in a white coat greets you with a warm smile. “You came! Good morning, my darling. Let’s begin today’s session—we have so much to do.”

You frown, dread curling in your stomach. “Who are you? What am I doing here? Where is Alcina?”

The woman’s expression shifts to one of confusion. “Where is Alcina?” She sighs, exasperated. “Oh my god, not again.”

You watch in horror as the assistant prepares a syringe filled with a light yellow liquid. The woman, whom you now know as Dr. Harper Thompson, gently flicks the syringe before approaching you. “Maybe we injected too much yesterday. Remind me to decrease the dose later,” she mutters to her assistant.

Turning her attention back to you, she speaks slowly, as if addressing a child. “Let me explain this one more time. There’s no Alcina Dimitrescu here. You’ve been here for a year, and I am Dr. Harper Thompson. You are my subject.”

Panic floods your system, and you start to yell, “I don’t believe you! Who are you? I want to see Alcina! I want Alcina!”

Your cries are cut short as the needle pierces your neck. A cold numbness spreads through your body, and you feel your muscles go limp. The assistants drag you to a nearby bed, binding your wrists and ankles tightly. They attach various devices to you, including one to your sensitive spot.

Dr. Thompson approaches, her face devoid of empathy. “You’ll need to endure the pain for two hours as your punishment. If you keep behaving like this, tomorrow’s punishment will be much more severe.”

She nods to her assistant, who activates the machines. The sudden onslaught of electricity and intense vibrations is overwhelming, flooding your body with unbearable pain. You can’t move, can’t scream—only tears fall as you silently endure the torment.

As the hours stretch on, you begin to wonder if you’re losing your mind. Could Alcina have been a figment of your imagination all along? Or is this some cruel trick? The uncertainty gnaws at you as you lay helpless, the agony unrelenting.

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The next morning, you wake up still in shock, struggling to accept the drastic changes in your surroundings. The room, once familiar, now feels like a stranger’s. Everything is different—the walls, the furniture, even the lighting. The only thing that remains the same is the breakfast: a piece of bread, a salad, different flavors of jam, and a glass of milk. It’s unsettling how this one detail hasn’t changed, as if mocking your confusion.

As you finish eating, the same assistant from the day before arrives and escorts you to the lab. Your mind is a whirlwind of questions and fears. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong, and when you see Dr. Harper Thompson in the lab, the urge to know the truth overwhelms you.

“Where is Alcina? What program are you running?” you demand, your voice trembling.

Harper tilts her eyebrows, a look of irritation crossing her face as she picks up a syringe from a tray. “Seriously? Are we going to do this again? That’s how you greet me in the morning? Where are your manners, Aliya?”

You force yourself to calm down, knowing that another injection would leave you helpless for hours. The memory of yesterday’s torment is too fresh, too raw. You lower your head, your voice barely a whisper. “I’m sorry. Good... good morning, Dr. Thompson.”

She reaches out, her fingers brushing against your cheek. “That’s my good girl.” She puts the syringe back on the tray, seemingly satisfied with your compliance. “Today, we’re going to stimulate your body again. I’ll lower the intensity—only if you promise to be a good girl like you used to be. Deal?”

Your heart screams in protest, and tears blur your vision as you force yourself to respond. “Yes.”

Harper taps your shoulder gently, as if comforting you. “Just let yourself immerse in the sessions. I’m sure you’ll soon forget about the nightmare.”

The day is filled with intense sessions. No matter how many times she pushes you to the brink, you don’t beg her to stop. Deep down, you know that everything happening right now isn’t real. There’s a program behind this, something twisted and cruel. For two weeks, you force yourself to behave, to stop asking about Alcina. You need to survive long enough to figure out what’s really going on.

One evening, after a grueling session, Harper doesn’t have her assistants escort you back to your room. You take the opportunity to secretly explore this new area. As you wander through the halls, you find a gate with a different keycard system. Looking around to make sure no one is watching, you swipe your card, holding your breath. To your surprise, it works. The gate opens and closes quickly behind you.

This new area is eerily similar to the one you knew before, yet everything feels off. You start walking, trying to find something—or someone—that can help you make sense of this nightmare. You avoid unnecessary attention, keeping to the shadows as you navigate the labyrinthine corridors.

After turning corner after corner, you spot someone familiar. Your heart leaps with hope. “Dr. Kendra!”

She turns at the sound of her name, her eyes narrowing in confusion when she sees you. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t it be your dinner time right now?”

You nearly collapse in relief. “Please help me! I need to talk to you—let’s go somewhere private, please!”

“Um... of course,” she replies, her concern evident as she leads you to a room without cameras. Once inside, she turns to you. “What’s going on?”

You fall to your knees, desperation clawing at your insides. Kendra helps you up and guides you to a sofa, where you spill everything—about Dr. Harper Thompson, the new area, the changes to your room. At first, Kendra looks skeptical, as if she thinks you’re hallucinating. But as you continue, her expression hardens.

“I need to call someone to help,” she says, standing up.

You grab her arm, panic flaring. “No, please! You don’t understand—please just take me back to Alcina. I beg you!”

Kendra hesitates, then sits you back down and takes your hands in hers. “Okay, breathe. What I can interpret is that Alcina has been forced to be involved in some other programs, and the higher-ups transferred you to someone else, pretending everything you said was all made up. I’m not sure if this is Behavioral Program 2.0, but I don’t think Alcina can do much to help here. Are you sure you don’t want me to call someone? I can call my boss to confirm it.”

“I highly suspect it was your boss behind this. I could tell from her eyes in the meeting,” you reply, your voice shaky.

Kendra sighs deeply, then uses her swipe card to take you back to Alcina’s lab but she doesn’t go in with you. When you step inside, Alcina’s eyes widen in shock. Relief washes over you, and you run to her, throwing your arms around her. But something is wrong. She doesn’t hug you back. Instead, she gently pushes you away.

“How may I help you, young lady?” she asks, her voice cold and formal.

Your heart sinks. “What the...”

Alcina continues, her tone distant. “You’re not my subject, young lady. And I believe you’re not from this area. You’re trespassing from another section, aren’t you?”

You stare at her, disbelief clouding your mind. “What’s going on here...?”

“I’m sorry, but I must insist you leave my lab right away, or I’ll have to call security,” Alcina says, her voice void of any warmth.

Before you can respond, guards arrive, summoned by Alcina. “Please take her back to her area. I don’t want to cause any trouble for her caretaker,” she instructs them.

Tears spill down your cheeks as the guards escort you away. You feel numb, your mind unable to process what just happened. All you can do is stare blankly ahead, your heart breaking with each step away from the one person you thought you could trust.

~*~

As you’re escorted back to your new area, the guards exchange knowing glances before handing you over to your new caretaker, Harper. Her presence looms over you as she steps closer, her high heels clicking ominously on the floor. She’s taller than you, but even on her heels, she can’t quite match Alcina’s imposing height—a fact that only makes her feel more sinister in her own right.

The guards explain your unauthorized trespass, and Harper listens with a stern expression. “I see. Thank you, folks. I’ll take it from here.”

Once the guards leave, Harper fixes you with a cold, calculating stare. “That was not a good idea, Aliya, intentionally breaking the rules like that.” Her voice is a mixture of disappointment and menace. “I’ll deal with you tomorrow. It's a bit late now, you’d better be prepared because severe punishments await you.”

Without another word, she orders you back to your room. The door closes behind you with a dull thud, sealing you into this cold, alien space. The minute you’re alone, the floodgates open, and you collapse onto the floor, sobs wracking your body. Whatever twisted program they’re running here, it’s worse than anything you could have imagined—worse than the Behavioral Program, worse than the grueling experiments you’ve endured.

And that wasn’t the Alcina you knew.

The realization tears at you, shattering the last vestiges of hope you had clung to. That woman in Alcina’s lab, the one who looked at you with cold, unfamiliar eyes—she wasn’t the Alcina who had cared for you, who had shown you kindness in the midst of chaos. She was someone else entirely. Or perhaps, Alcina had been transformed into something unrecognizable, her warmth stripped away by whatever forces control this facility.

The next morning, after a breakfast that feels more like a grim ritual than nourishment, Harper’s assistants come to escort you to her lab. You’re too drained to resist, the fight beaten out of you. When you arrive, they tie you down to the cold, metal bed, securing your wrists and ankles tightly. The bed is designed for this exact purpose, with straps and clamps to ensure you can’t move an inch.

The assistants work methodically, attaching countless wires to your arms, breasts, waist, thighs, legs, and the most sensitive parts of your body. The touch of the cold metal against your skin is a cruel reminder of what’s to come. When they insert the metal device inside you, a shiver of dread runs through your already exhausted body.

Harper approaches with the syringe in hand, the familiar yellow liquid swirling ominously within. She meets your gaze briefly, her expression one of cold resolve. “You’ll learn your lesson today, Aliya,” she says, before injecting the liquid into your bloodstream.

You feel the effects almost immediately—your limbs go numb, and your mind starts to haze over, but you’re still painfully aware of what’s happening. The machines around you start to hum to life, and within moments, your body is assaulted by waves of electricity, sharp vibrations, and excruciating pain. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire, every muscle seizes uncontrollably.

Time loses all meaning. Five hours pass, or maybe more—you can’t tell. The drug wears off eventually, but by then, you’ve lost the ability to feel anything. The pain is still there, but it’s distant, almost unreal. It’s as if your mind has detached itself from your body, unable to cope with the relentless agony.

By the time the machines finally stop, you’re left lying there, completely numb. Not just physically, but emotionally, too. Your heart feels like a hollow shell, incapable of feeling anything anymore. The tears have dried up, and so has the last flicker of hope. You’re not even sure who you are anymore.

You lie there, staring up at the ceiling, as Harper’s assistants unstrap you and take you back to your room. They say nothing, their faces devoid of any emotion, just like your own. You’re deposited back in your room, the door shutting behind you, sealing you into your lonely prison once more.

But now, it doesn’t matter. The room, the pain, the program—it’s all just a blur. You don’t even cry this time. You just lie there, staring blankly at the ceiling, waiting for whatever comes next.

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You’ve become numb, an empty vessel that carries out Harper’s commands without question, like a robot. Day after day, you submit to her experiments, enduring the ecstasy and stimulation they impose upon your body. But the sensations that once consumed you no longer hold power over you. You’ve trained yourself to calm down quickly, to return to that empty, detached state where nothing touches you.

One day, after another grueling session, you sit on the bed, waiting for Harper’s next instruction. You watch her as she collects the data, her face clouding with concern. She murmurs to her assistants, and though you can’t make out every word, you catch the gist—something is wrong with the numbers they’ve been collecting over the past few weeks. They’re decreasing, and it’s not what she expected.

Harper dismisses her assistants from the lab, leaving you alone with her. She approaches you cautiously, sitting down beside you on the bed. There’s an unease in her eyes, a crack in the confidence she usually exudes.

“What’s in your mind, Aliya?” she asks, her voice unusually soft.

You shake your head slightly, your voice flat as you respond. “Nothing in my head, Dr. Harper.”

She sighs, frustration seeping into her tone. “Can you act more like a person?”

Again, you shake your head. “No, Dr. Harper, I’m a subject, for your experiments.”

She pauses, studying you intently, searching for something in your eyes. “Does Alcina really mean a lot to you? Why?”

The name sends a faint ripple through the emptiness inside you, but it’s fleeting. You stare blankly ahead, your voice devoid of emotion. “Alcina? Who is Alcina?”

For a moment, you think you see panic flash across Harper’s face. She stands up abruptly and picks up the phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dials. You can’t hear the other end of the conversation, but her voice is sharp, urgent. “Yes? Dr. Lukes, I’m Dr. Harper. I need to talk to you. Yes, it’s about the program.”

She glances at you, her expression unreadable, before telling you to go back to your room. Without hesitation, you obey, walking the familiar path back to the small, cold space that’s become your prison. Once inside, you lie down on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

For a long time, you remain like that, your mind a void. But then, as if from nowhere, the name Alcina echoes in your thoughts. A flicker of something—perhaps a memory or an emotion—flashes through your consciousness. It’s weak, almost imperceptible, but it’s enough to stir something deep inside you.

Before you realize it, tears are welling up in your eyes. The sensation is foreign, almost unfamiliar after so long without feeling anything. They spill over, sliding down your cheeks, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, you feel something. The name Alcina lingers in your mind, bringing with it the faintest trace of sorrow, of loss, of something you can’t quite grasp.

You don’t understand it fully, but for the first time in weeks, you’re aware of something more than just the cold, detached numbness that’s consumed you. There’s a name in your mind, a name that means something—Alcina. And with it, the tears continue to fall, slowly, steadily, as you stare up at the ceiling, lost in the emptiness that once was.

~*~

The next day, as you’re led into the lab, you notice a familiar face—Dr. Miranda Lukes. Her presence makes the air feel heavier, more tense. Harper greets her briefly, then turns her attention to you. She directs her assistants to bind you to a chair, attaching the devices and wires to your body with the same cold precision as always.

The machines hum to life, sending vibrations and electric pulses through you. But the sensations that once overwhelmed you now barely register. Pain, pleasure—it’s all the same now, a dull throb that you endure without reaction. Your face remains blank, your body still, like a doll positioned for its owner.

An hour passes, and you hear Harper and Miranda speaking in hushed tones. Though their words are soft, you catch fragments of their conversation. “Are you sure?” Harper asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Miranda responds with a curt, “Yes. It looks like we’re still far from sending our subjects to the client. We need to think of another way. Send her back tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work these months.”

You don’t fully understand what they’re discussing, but the words lodge themselves in your mind, lingering as you’re sent back to your room that night. When you close your eyes, the darkness feels different, like a void you might never escape.

When you open your eyes the next morning, you find yourself in yet another room. This time, though, there’s something different. The surroundings are familiar, yet strangely altered, like a dream you can’t quite remember. You’re still processing your new environment when a woman steps inside, her voice filled with warmth as she calls your name.

“Aliya!” She rushes toward you and envelops you in a tight embrace. The sensation of her arms around you stirs something deep within, a faint flicker of recognition. When she pulls back, you study her face, searching for answers in her features. Her lips, her eyes, the elegance in her demeanor—it all seems familiar, yet you can’t place her.

“Who are you?” you ask, your voice tinged with confusion.

The woman’s face crumples, shock and pain etched into her features. “Oh god... What have they done to you? What have I done to you?” She takes a moment to compose herself, then gently urges you to finish your breakfast. “Please, finish your breakfast and come with me.”

You nod, mechanically finishing your meal, the routine almost comforting in its familiarity. The woman waits patiently, her eyes never leaving you. When you’re done, she escorts you out of the room, guiding you down a hallway that feels both familiar and strange.

“This is not Dr. Harper’s area,” you say, trying to make sense of your surroundings. “Can you take me back there?”

The woman wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. “You don’t need to go back to that area anymore,” she says softly. “You can stay here as long as you want, and there will be no punishments.”

She leads you to a lab, and you instinctively put your wrists together, extending them toward her, expecting the familiar restraints. But the woman gently pushes your wrists back, her touch warm and reassuring.

“Remember what I said? No punishments,” she repeats, her voice gentle.

“No... experiments either?” you ask, still wary.

She shakes her head, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips. “I just want to do a full body examination to check if you’re okay. I promise it won’t hurt.”

She begins the examination, attaching small devices to monitor your breathing, heartbeat, and brain waves. Her movements are careful, almost tender, as if she’s afraid of causing you any more pain. When she’s finished collecting the data, she asks you to sit on a sofa in the corner of the lab.

“What’s your name?” you ask, still struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.

The woman hesitates, and you notice tears glistening in her eyes. “I’m Dr. Alcina Dimitrescu. I will be your caretaker from now on, and I don’t think you’ll be transferred again.”

“Al...cina,” you murmur, the name triggering a rush of emotion you’re not prepared for. Your eyes well up with tears, but they don’t fall. Whether it’s your instinct to suppress your feelings or simply the numbness that’s taken over, you can’t bring yourself to do anything more.

“What would you like me to do, Dr. Dimitrescu?” you ask, your voice flat, emotionless.

A flicker of disappointment crosses Alcina’s face, but she quickly masks it with a smile. “I want you to take your time in the library and enjoy the day,” she says softly, as if she’s trying to reach something deep inside you.

She leads you to a nearby library, explaining that it used to be your little sanctuary, a place of comfort. You nod, taking in her words, but they feel distant, like they’re meant for someone else.

When she leaves you alone in the library, you stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do. The room is filled with books, the scent of old pages mixing with the faint smell of dust. You walk slowly through the aisles, your fingers trailing along the spines of the books. There’s a familiarity here, a sense of peace that you can’t quite grasp.

But as you look around, a question lingers in your mind—Is it right for a subject like me to be here?

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Alcina storms out of her lab, her face a mask of anger as she clutches her laptop and swipe card. She can barely contain her fury as she heads to Miranda’s office, her mind racing with a mix of rage and desperation. Her pulse quickens with every step, and by the time she reaches the office door, she’s on the verge of losing control.

Inside, Miranda is seated behind her desk, calm and composed, as if expecting this confrontation. Dr. Harper Thompson stands off to the side, her expression neutral, though Alcina can sense the underlying smugness.

“What the fuck have you done?” Alcina explodes, her voice echoing off the sterile walls of the office. She glares at Harper, her anger almost palpable.

Miranda’s voice cuts through the tension like a knife. “Take a seat, Dr. Dimitrescu.”

Reluctantly, Alcina sits, her body rigid with suppressed fury. Harper steps forward, holding a report out to her. “For the record, I didn’t do anything to Aliya. I only performed the regular procedures, just as you did in your lab before. But still, with a few medicines to make her comply.”

Alcina barely glances at the report, her focus entirely on Miranda. “This wasn’t what you said to me, Miranda. You promised me Aliya would be treated nicely, that she would become better than she already was!”

Miranda shakes her head, her expression unyielding. “This is the transfer program, Alcina. It’s an observation step before we hand her over to the clients. Our clients need to know what they’re paying for. Aliya is better than any of the subjects in this facility—she’s almost perfect.”

Alcina’s hands clench into fists, her nails digging into her palms. “You transferred her without giving Aliya a heads-up, and then you asked me to act like a stranger to her, without showing her even a little affection. You ruined her entirely!”

Harper steps in, her voice cool and detached. “But to be honest, if any of the clients want a robot, she’s the perfect one. Just a bit dull, actually.”

Alcina’s eyes narrow as she glares at Harper, who continues, unfazed. “I can tell that Aliya likes you very much, and it seems like you were the reason she became like this.”

Alcina opens her mouth to protest, but Harper turns to Miranda. “This program can’t work like this, Miranda. We either need to discipline the subjects for a period of time, train them to pass certain tests, and then send them to the clients, or we need to set expectations that some requirements can’t be met.”

Miranda nods thoughtfully. “We’ll discuss that later, Dr. Thompson.” She then turns her attention back to Alcina. “For now, it seems like Aliya needs some recovery. This facility still needs her, and you need to make sure she returns to her normal self as soon as possible. Report to me weekly.”

Alcina exhales slowly, her anger giving way to a deep, weary resignation. She knows there’s no winning this battle, not now. “I will,” she says, her voice softer, tinged with a hint of defeat.

Miranda nods, satisfied. “You may leave now.”

Alcina rises from her seat, her mind already racing with thoughts of how to repair the damage done to Aliya. She knows it won’t be easy—nothing in this place ever is—but she’s determined to restore the woman she cares about, no matter what it takes.

As she leaves Miranda’s office, Alcina’s resolve hardens. She won’t let them destroy Aliya, and she won’t let them turn her into just another mindless subject. She’ll find a way to bring her back, to make her whole again. She has to.

~*~

Alcina storms back to her lab, her mind racing with anger and frustration. The confrontation with Miranda and Harper had been intense, and while she had managed to hold back most of her fury, the exchange had left her seething. The image of your blank stare, the emptiness in your eyes, haunted her as she paced the room, trying to collect her thoughts.

After a few minutes, Alcina finally takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She needs to think clearly if she’s going to help you. What have they done to you, Aliya? she thinks, her heart aching with guilt and regret.

She glances at her laptop on the desk, the report Harper handed her earlier still untouched. Alcina picks it up and briefly skims through the contents. The data, the numbers, all the clinical observations—they paint a picture of a subject who has been broken down, stripped of everything that once made you human. But there’s nothing in the report that tells Alcina how to bring you back from the brink.

She shuts the report with a snap, pushing it aside. Harper’s words echo in her mind, cutting deep: “I can tell that Aliya likes you very much, and it seems like you were the reason that made her become like this.”

The guilt is overwhelming, but Alcina knows she can’t afford to dwell on it. You need her now more than ever, and she has to find a way to help you recover. She thinks about the person she used to know—the bright, curious woman who found comfort in the library, who loved hot chocolate on cold days, who used to smile when Alcina walked into the room.

Hot chocolate, she thinks, a small smile forming on her lips. It’s a simple gesture, but maybe it’s a start.

Alcina leaves her lab and heads to the small kitchenette down the hall. As she prepares the hot chocolate, she thinks about what she’ll say to you, how she’ll explain what’s happened and reassure you that things will get better. But the words don’t come easily. How does she apologize for something like this? How does she make up for the trauma you have endured?

Once the hot chocolate is ready, Alcina takes a deep breath and makes her way to the library. The door slides open for Alcina and she steps inside. Alcina sees you are sitting in a corner, surrounded by books, your expression distant and lost.

“Aliya,” Alcina says softly, approaching you. You look up, your eyes still blank, but you nod slightly in acknowledgment.

Alcina kneels beside you, offering the cup of hot chocolate. “I brought you something,” she says gently, placing the cup in your hands. “It’s hot chocolate. We used to enjoy it together.”

You stare at the cup for a moment before slowly bringing it to your lips. You take a small sip, your expression is still neutral, but Alcina notices a faint flicker of recognition in your eyes.

“Thank you, Dr. Dimitrescu,” You say quietly, your voice devoid of emotion.

Alcina feels a pang of sadness at the formality in your tone, but she forces herself to smile. “Please, call me Alcina,” she says softly. “And you don’t need to thank me.”

You both sit in silence for a while, the warmth of the library contrasting with the coldness that seems to have settled over your heart. Alcina watches you, trying to find the right words, the right approach to help you heal.

“Aliya,” Alcina begins, her voice gentle, “I’m so sorry for what’s happened to you. I never wanted this. I... I was trying to protect you, but I failed. I’m here now, and I promise I’ll do everything I can to help you recover. You’re safe here with me.”

You don’t respond immediately. You continue sipping the hot chocolate, your gaze fixed on the floor. Alcina’s heart sinks, wondering if she’s already too late, if the Aliya she knew is gone forever.

You turn to look at her, your expression still vacant. There’s no recognition, no flicker of emotion—just the same blank stare. Alcina’s heart sinks, but she forces herself to smile, to keep trying.

You look at her, the first glimmer of something—uncertainty, perhaps—flickering in your eyes. “What do you want me to do?” you ask, the words mechanical, but Alcina can sense the underlying confusion, the remnants of the trust you once had in you.

“Just take your time,” Alcina replies. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Alcina watches as you nod slowly, your gaze dropping to the mug in your hands. There’s a long road ahead, but Alcina is determined to guide you back, to rekindle the spark that made you so special, so uniquely yourself.

For now, you both sit in silence, the warm scent of hot chocolate filling the room. It’s a small start, but Alcina clings to the hope that it might be enough to begin the long process of healing.

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The next morning, after finishing breakfast, you automatically make your way to the lab, your body moving out of instinct, following the routine that Dr. Harper ingrained in you over the past few months. When you enter the lab, Alcina is already there, and she greets you with a warm smile as you enter. “Good morning,” she says, stepping forward to hug you. You feel her arms wrap around you, but your hands instinctively push her back, a gentle yet firm resistance.

“Good morning, Dr. Dimitrescu,” you reply, your tone flat. “You shouldn’t hug me.”

Alcina sighs softly, a look of concern crossing her face. She whispers to one of her assistants to take notes of your behavior, then guides you to lie down on the bed.

“Let's see how you’re doing today,” Alcina says, trying to keep her tone light as she attaches the monitoring devices to your body. She asks you to undress, you comply without hesitation, removing your clothes as she instructs.

Alcina attaches various devices to your body, including one that vibrates on your clit. As she activates the machine, she watches the monitors closely, but nothing changes. Your heartbeat remains steady, your brainwaves flat, showing no reaction to the stimulation—only a slight change when you reach your orgasm, but even that seems more like a reflex than a genuine response.

Alcina frowns, deep in thought. This isn’t working; she needs a different approach. She decides to call in Kendra, another doctor she trusts, hoping that a fresh perspective might help. Kendra agrees to come by in the afternoon, and in the meantime, Alcina sends you to the gym for some exercise, followed by time in the library.

When Kendra arrives, you greet her with a polite bow. “Good afternoon, Dr. Kendra.”

Kendra’s eyes widen slightly as she looks at you. “What’s happening here?” she asks Alcina, clearly surprised by your demeanor.

“See why I asked for your help?” Alcina responds, her concern evident.

Kendra reviews the data from the morning session, quickly scanning the numbers. “Her body looks fine, but machines can’t measure trauma, Alcina. They can’t show us how much she’s been through.”

Alcina nods in agreement, her expression troubled. “Do you have any ideas?”

Kendra glances at you, then back at Alcina. “Mind if I try something?” Kendra asks, her tone thoughtful.

“Go ahead,” Alcina says, stepping aside.

Kendra instructs Alcina’s assistants to attach wireless pads to monitor your heartbeat and brainwaves, then approaches you. “Close your eyes,” she says softly.

You obey, feeling the cool sensation of a blindfold being placed over your eyes. Your hands are cuffed, wrists hanging high above you, leaving you vulnerable. Kendra’s fingers begin to roam over your body, tracing from your neck down to your back, breasts, and thighs.

“Do you like my fingers roaming around your naked body?” Kendra’s voice is a low, teasing whisper. You feel a strange glitch in your mind, something that didn’t happen with Dr. Harper, and you’re unsure how to respond.

Kendra chuckles softly. “I’ll take that as a yes."

You hear the click of her high heels on the lab floor as she moves behind you. Her hands continue their exploration, this time from the front. “Do you know how to reach your orgasm like a good girl?” she whispers in your ear. Again, your mind glitches, and you shake your head slowly, confused.

Kendra’s hands move to your most sensitive spot, “I want you to cum as I stimulate your clit before I count to thirty. If not, you will be punished. Understood?”

You nod, feeling the pressure of her command. Kendra begins to rub your clit hastily, and for the first time in a long while, you sense something deep within you trying to surface—a buried emotion, a forgotten feeling—but it’s faint, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t reach your climax within the time limit.

“Looks like someone is in for a punishment,” Kendra says, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

“I... please...” The words slip from your lips before you can stop them, surprising even yourself.

Kendra notices the change, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Finish the sentence.”

“No punishments...please,” you say, your voice still flat but carrying a note of desperation.

Kendra smiles, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “But you failed my request. Punishment is inevitable.”

She removes the blindfold and leads you to the bed, cuffing your wrists above your head once more. She attaches a vibrating device to your sensitive spot and straddles you, tilting your chin so you have to look into her eyes. “For your punishment, you cannot move your gaze from me, even when you cum. Is that clear?”

You nod, finding the order simple enough to follow. But as the device begins to vibrate, something changes. The intensity of Kendra’s gaze becomes almost unbearable, and you struggle to maintain eye contact. Your heartbeat quickens, the sensation between your legs growing more intense. Kendra’s fingers dance across your body, and despite yourself, a soft moan escapes your lips.

Kendra smiles. “Your moaning is cute. Can you make more for me?”

As the intensity builds, you can’t help but moan again, your back arching involuntarily as the climax washes over you. It’s the first time in who knows how long that you’ve felt the full force of it. Kendra grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her. “I didn’t say you could move your gaze away, did I?”

“Please... stop,” you beg, the words tumbling out before you can think.

“Are you begging?” Kendra asks, her voice soft but firm.

“Yes... please,” you respond, your voice trembling.

Kendra sighs, a smile tugging at her lips as she motions for the assistant to stop the machines. “How do you feel?” she asks, her tone gentle.

“I... feel alright,” you reply, still trying to process the strange mix of emotions swirling inside you.

Kendra and Alcina exchange a look, both of them knowing that while this is only the beginning, they’ve finally found a way to reach you. It’s a small step, but it’s a step in the right direction, they see a glimmer of hope, a small sign that you might be starting to break free from the numbness that has held you captive for so long.

~*~

After the session with Kendra, you feel the familiar pull to return to your room, your body moving on autopilot as it has so many times before. But just as you begin to head that way, Alcina’s voice stops you.

“Take a shower first,” she instructs gently. “Then go to the library and read.”

You nod, accepting her direction without question. After the shower, the warmth of the water washing away the remnants of the morning’s session, you make your way to the library. The space is quiet, filled with the soft rustle of pages turning and the scent of old books. But once inside, you hesitate, unsure of what to do next.

Alcina didn’t tell you which book to read, so you scan the shelves, your fingers brushing lightly over the spines until you randomly select one. The book you pick feels familiar in your hands, but you don’t recall ever reading it before. As you open it, you notice a bookmark placed midway through. The story is a whimsical tale of magic, mermaids, pirates, and undersea treasures—a world far removed from the sterile walls of the lab.

You curl up in a corner of the library, tucking your knees to your chest as you start to read. The words on the page pull you in, offering a small escape from the numbness that has taken over your mind. An hour slips by unnoticed until a soft knock on the door pulls you back to reality. You look up to see Alcina entering with two cups of hot chocolate in her hands.

She smiles warmly as she approaches you, handing you one of the cups. “Join me?”

“Thank you, Dr. Dimitrescu,” you say automatically, taking the cup from her.

Alcina narrows her gaze slightly, and then she reaches out to poke your cheek gently. “It’s Alcina.”

You blink, feeling a small pang of something—regret, maybe—before you correct yourself. “I’m sorry.”

She nods, accepting your apology as the two of you sit together, sipping the hot chocolate in comfortable silence. After a few moments, Alcina turns to you, her expression thoughtful. “How do you feel about today’s session with Kendra?”

“It was...different,” you reply, searching for the right words.

“I need more details,” she prompts, her voice calm but insistent.

“When I looked into Kendra’s eyes, I felt...a strange yet familiar feeling inside me,” you admit slowly. “Something is calling me back.”

Alcina’s gaze sharpens with interest. “Do you still remember any past events here? Or is it just with Harper?”

“I still remember them,” you say, though the memories feel distant, like they belong to someone else. “But it feels like forever ago, and it’s all blurred together in my head. I can’t feel anything.”

Alcina falls silent, her thoughts unreadable. After a while, she speaks again, her voice gentle but firm. “Let’s have a new routine, then.”

You frown slightly, confused. “New routines?”

“You’ll see tomorrow,” she replies with a small, enigmatic smile. “I want you to observe.”

The next morning, you enter the lab with a sense of apprehension, unsure of what to expect. Alcina is there waiting for you, her eyes lighting up as she sees you. She opens her arms wide in a welcoming gesture.

You hesitate at first, but then your feet move of their own accord, and you walk slowly towards her. “Good morning,” you say quietly.

“Good morning,” Alcina responds, pulling you into a warm embrace. This time, you don’t push her away. Instead, you allow yourself to sink into her arms, feeling a strange mix of comfort and unease.

“You did well,” Alcina murmurs, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “What should I do today, Dr....Um...Alcina?”

She chuckles softly at your hesitation. “Just some simple experiments.”

Alcina guides you to sit down, attaching several wireless pads to your body as she prepares for the session. She places a vibration device on your clit and inserts a small metal bar inside you, her touch gentle and deliberate. As she pulls you closer, Alcina motions for her assistant to activate the machines.

The sudden jolt from the device no longer startles you. What catches you off guard is the way Alcina’s fingers begin to roam over your body from behind. Her touch is different from Kendra’s—more intimate, more caring—and your body responds in ways it hasn’t before. The vibrations grow more intense, and you feel that same ancient feeling climbing back, threatening to overwhelm you.

You cum in Alcina’s embrace, her presence grounding you as she gently kisses your cheek. “Cum for me again, or I won’t stop,” she whispers, her voice soft but commanding.

The second orgasm comes quicker than you expected, your body trembling as you surrender to the sensations. Alcina’s touch is soothing, her hands caressing your trembling body as she leans in close. “Can I watch you reach your orgasm again?” she asks, her tone almost playful.

Something inside you shifts, a small crack forming in the wall you’ve built around yourself. You find yourself begging, but this time, the words come more naturally. “Please...stop.”

Alcina’s eyes soften as she smiles at you. “I want to hear you beg me again.”

“Please…stop. I...I beg you, Dr. …Um…Alcina,” you whisper, the words carrying a weight you didn’t know you could still feel.

She kisses your cheek one last time before finally stopping the machines. As the vibrations cease, you feel something different inside your heart—like a puzzle slowly coming back together, piece by piece. The numbness that has held you captive for so long begins to fade, replaced by a flicker of something more—hope, perhaps, or the first stirrings of the emotions you thought you had lost forever.

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A week later, Alcina finds herself in Miranda’s office, the weight of her discoveries pressing heavily on her mind. The past days have been a delicate dance of healing and experimentation, trying to piece you back together. But as she stands before Miranda, her boss’s sharp gaze pinning her in place, Alcina knows that her progress, though tangible, is still frustratingly slow.

“I’ve found a way to help her,” Alcina reports, her tone measured, “but the pace is slower than I’d hoped.”

Miranda leans back in her chair, her fingers tapping thoughtfully on the desk. “Slow progress is better than none, but I’m afraid time is not on our side. Our boss is planning to hold another competition for all the subjects in two weeks. There are at least thirty subjects currently in training, and he’s made it clear that the last seven to finish will be eliminated.”

Alcina’s stomach tightens at the implication. “I understand,” she replies, though the thought of you being thrown into another competition, especially in your current state, fills her with dread.

Miranda’s expression softens slightly, but her voice remains firm. “You need to be more focused and careful, Alcina. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

Alcina nods, fully aware of the pressure. But before she can respond, Miranda continues, her tone shifting. “There’s something else. The changes in Aliya’s behavior due to the transfer program have caught Helena’s interest. She wants to conduct a further study to understand these changes. I was wondering if you’d agree to this.”

Alcina hesitates, the thought of another scientist poking and prodding at you unsettling her. But she knows refusing outright would raise questions. “I’ll agree,” she finally says, “but there’s one condition: Helena cannot do anything extreme or forceful. She must be gentle with Aliya.”

Miranda’s eyes narrow, but she nods. “I’ll inform Helena. She’ll arrive at your lab this afternoon, after 3 p.m.”

When Helena finally arrives, you’ve just finished another session with Alcina. She had you lying on the bed, a metal bar inside you while she stimulated your sensitive spot. For the first time since your conditioning, you felt something akin to shyness, and you asked if you could skip the session. Alcina had found your request amusing but still insisted, and you had managed to climax just before Helena’s arrival.

Helena greets Alcina with a curt nod before asking for your most recent health report. Alcina hands it over, watching with a slight frown as Helena flips through the pages, her eyes scanning the data with clinical precision. Once satisfied, Helena turns her attention to you.

“Aliya,” Helena says, her voice devoid of warmth, “please sit down on the sofa.”

You comply without hesitation, your movements smooth and mechanical, as though the brief moments of emotional clarity you had experienced with Alcina had been erased. Alcina watches, frustration building as Helena begins asking you questions about the transfer program. The responses you give are robotic, devoid of the flickers of emotion Alcina had been painstakingly nurturing back to life.

Helena seems pleased with the data she’s collecting, but Alcina’s frustration only grows. Before Helena arrived, you had been showing signs of returning to yourself—small, subtle signs, but signs nonetheless. Now, under Helena’s scrutiny, you’ve reverted back to the emotionless mode that Alcina had fought so hard to break through.

As she watches Helena and you, a new plan begins to form in Alcina’s mind, one that she knows will require Miranda’s approval. She can’t let Helena undo all the progress she’s made. If this study is going to happen, Alcina will need to take control, to ensure that you are treated with the care and respect you deserve.

After Helena leaves, Alcina sits in her office, turning the plan over in her mind. She knows it’s a risk, but with the competition looming and your progress so fragile, she has no choice. The next day, she’ll speak to Miranda again and propose her idea. Until then, Alcina returns to the lab, where you’re waiting, your eyes as blank as they were when she first took over your care.

But Alcina is determined—she won’t let you slip away again.

~*~

The morning is still dim as Alcina heads to Miranda’s office. She knows she has limited time before Miranda’s next meeting at nine, but this can’t wait. Every minute feels urgent now that the competition looms so near. When she arrives, Miranda is already at her desk, her gaze cold and assessing.

“What is it? Make it quick, I have another meeting,” Miranda says, barely looking up from her papers.

Alcina takes a deep breath, knowing what she’s about to ask is unconventional, perhaps even reckless. “I want Aliya to sleep in my room. I need your approval.” She hands Miranda a piece of paper, detailing her request to disable the detection that ensures subjects are in their designated beds after 9 p.m. The document highlights the potential benefits, stating that this arrangement could significantly improve the program’s outcomes.

Miranda’s eyes widen in disbelief as she reads. “What are you thinking, Alcina? You want to sleep with the subject? You really think that could heal her?”

Alcina struggles to contain her frustration. “I’m not asking for this to fulfill personal desires. I want to ensure she sleeps well at night. Studies show that when people are tired, they can become either easily irritated or more tender and vulnerable. If she sleeps better, I can guide her through the process sooner and more effectively. My intentions are professional.”

Miranda narrows her eyes, clearly unconvinced but not entirely dismissive. Alcina can feel the weight of the lie in her words—she knows that if it becomes necessary, she would cross boundaries she hadn’t intended to, all to bring you back to yourself. But that’s a truth she isn’t ready to face, much less admit.

Miranda sighs, rolling her eyes. “You’d better know what you’re doing.” She signs the approval letter with a quick flourish and hands it back to Alcina.

Alcina wastes no time and goes directly to the security department to instruct them to disable the detection for your room. With that task completed, she heads back to the lab, her mind racing with the possibilities and uncertainties of her plan. She can’t afford to second-guess herself now.

When Alcina arrives, she finds you waiting for her. The moment you see her, you instinctively put your wrists together and extend them toward her, as if expecting to be restrained. Alcina shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips. “That’s not our routine. Do you remember what the new routine is when you step into my lab?”

You pause, your mind searching for the memory. Slowly, you remember how Alcina opened her arms yesterday. You move hesitantly, but you still approach her, wrapping your arms around her in a gentle hug, though your body trembles slightly. “Good morning, Alcina.”

Alcina rubs your head gently, “Very good. Good morning.”

She steps back, her expression becoming more serious. “Helena will still join us this afternoon, but before that, I’d like to tell you something and run a quick experiment.”

You frown slightly, uncertain, but look at her with an almost childlike curiosity. “What is it?”

“After you take your shower this evening, I want you to join me in my chamber and spend the night with me.”

You tilt your head, clearly puzzled. “Won’t that go against the rules?”

Alcina shakes her head, offering you a reassuring smile. “I’ve already gotten approval from Miranda. There won’t be any trouble.”

You nod, accepting her words without question. “I will comply.”

For the next thirty minutes, Alcina runs a test where you walk on a treadmill with a vibrating device attached to your clit. To her surprise, you complete the exercise effortlessly, maintaining your pace even as the intensity increases. The fact that you didn’t struggle gives her a mix of hope and worry—hope that you’re regaining some resilience, and worry that you might be slipping into an automatic mode, shutting off your emotions completely.

In the afternoon, Alcina instructs you to spend some quiet time in the library before returning to the lab at 3 p.m. Helena arrives promptly, and her questions are relentless. She probes about your feelings, trying to decipher the difference in your responses to Dr. Thompson, Alcina, or others. But your answers are flat, emotionless. You tell her there’s no difference, that everything feels the same. Helena frowns but remains professional, though it’s clear she’s disappointed in the lack of progress.

As the day draws to a close, you take a shower as instructed, but instead of heading to Alcina’s chamber, you wait for her in the lab, unsure where to go. When Alcina finds you, she leads you through the facility, past cold, sterile hallways until you reach an area that feels entirely different. It’s warmer here, more like a hotel than a laboratory. When you reach her room, Alcina swipes her card and opens the door to reveal a space that’s at least six times the size of your own room.

Your eyes widen slightly as you take in the long sofa, TV, the separate room with a double king-size bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a bathroom with a tub so large you almost forget where you are. Alcina notices your awe and smiles softly. “Can you find the mini kitchen and make us two cups of hot chocolate? I’ll join you after my shower.”

You nod, trying to suppress the small flicker of something—maybe excitement, maybe curiosity—that rises within you. As Alcina heads to the bathroom, you explore the living room until you find the kitchen. Slowly, you make the hot chocolate, taking care with each step. As you do, there’s a moment where you feel almost… human. Not a subject, not a program to be followed, but a person.

When Alcina emerges from the bathroom, she’s dressed in a nightgown with a robe draped over her shoulders. She smiles when she sees you carefully stirring the hot chocolate. Joining you on the sofa, she takes a cup from your hands, and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a while, sipping the warm drink.

After a bit, Alcina breaks the silence. The two of you chit-chat about nothing in particular—how you felt during the day, what books you might like to read next. It’s a conversation that feels surprisingly normal, and for a brief moment, you almost forget where you are. But then, as the clock nears 9 p.m., you stand up abruptly, remembering the rules that have been drilled into you.

“I should go back,” you say, the sense of duty in your voice outweighing any comfort you might have felt.

Alcina gently pulls you back down onto the sofa. “Relax,” she says softly, “I told you, I’ve got the approval. Please, finish your hot chocolate.”

You nod slowly, sitting back down and taking another sip. There’s still a nervous energy thrumming beneath your skin, but you trust Alcina enough to stay. Once your cups are empty, Alcina stands and takes your hand, guiding you to her bed.

“I… I really can sleep in here tonight?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly with uncertainty.

Alcina smiles warmly. “Yes, you can. Please rest here tonight.”

You slowly reach out, touching the fabric of the bed. It’s softer than anything you’ve slept on in a long time, and there’s a faint smell of lavender that soothes your nerves. You get on the bed, lying down hesitantly, still feeling a little nervous and uneasy.

Alcina dims the lights and slips into bed beside you. She turns to face you, pulling the covers over you both and gently brushing your hair back from your face. Her touch is tender, reassuring, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, you feel something close to comfort.

“Relax,” Alcina whispers, her voice a gentle lullaby. “Good night, Aliya.”

“Good night… Alcina,” you murmur, your eyes slowly drifting closed.

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Alcina lies in bed, her eyes wide open, staring at the dim ceiling. The room is quiet, except for the steady rhythm of Aliya’s breathing beside her. But despite the peacefulness around her, Alcina can’t sleep. Every time she closes her eyes, she wakes up moments later, her thoughts circling like vultures over the fragile progress she has made with you.

She turns her head slightly, watching you sleep. From the outside, you look calm, almost serene. But Alcina sees the truth in the way your body curls in on itself, the protective posture of someone trying to guard against unseen threats. You are still hiding, still suppressing the emotions that Alcina is trying so desperately to draw out.

Carefully, Alcina reaches out, her fingers barely brushing your cheek. The warmth of your skin under her fingertips sends a shiver through her, and she can’t help but stroke your face gently, as if trying to soothe you even in your sleep.

Her mind drifts back to that day with Charlie. She remembers how she pushed the boundaries, inviting Charlie into the lab and using electricity on you in the most intimate places. She edged you for hours, forcing you to the brink of pleasure but never letting you fall over the edge. And then, when she finally takes you to the room without cameras, she throws you on the bed, savoring the desperate look in your eyes as you whisper, “Anything you like.”

The memory is vivid—how Alcina takes you over and over, your body pliant and eager under Alcina’s touch. Alcina can still feel the way your hands wrap around her neck, how you pant and beg for mercy, only to subtly ask for more in the same breath. It is a night that leaves a mark on both of you, a reminder of how fragile and complex your connection has become.

Alcina sighs, withdrawing her hand and letting it rest on the bed between you. She isn’t sure if letting you spend the night with her is the right move. Will it truly help you before the competition? Or is it just another way for her to feel closer to you, to bridge the gap that has formed between doctor and subject, between woman and woman?

Patience. She needs to be patient, to guide you carefully through this process. She knows that. But it’s hard when every glance, every touch, reminds her of the time she pushed you away, pretending to be a stranger after showing you such raw intimacy. The look on your face when she did it haunts her—confusion, hurt, and that deep, desperate need for something she couldn’t give you, not in that moment.

Alcina sighs again, closing her eyes but knowing sleep will still evade her. She needs to be strong, for both of your sakes. The competition is coming, and you need to be ready. But as she lies there, the sound of your breathing filling the room, Alcina can’t help but wonder if this new routine will be enough, or if she is leading you down a path from which neither of you can return.

~*~

The room is still dim when you wake up around 5 a.m., the soft light of early morning barely filtering through the curtains. Your heart pounds in your chest as you sit up abruptly, confusion gripping you. The unfamiliar room and bed make you feel as though you have been transported back to Harper’s area, back to the cold, clinical environment that has become your personal nightmare.

But then you see her—Alcina, sleeping peacefully beside you. Relief washes over you, calming the panic that has seized your chest. Is this real? you wonder, your mind struggling to grasp the reality of the situation. You pinch your cheek, and the slight sting confirms it isn’t a dream. This is real. You lie back down, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts drifting.

The room is luxurious, far better than the stark, cold cell you have become accustomed to. Even the ceiling seems more ornate, a testament to the difference in treatment between the scientists and their subjects. No wonder so many of them are willing to work here, you think bitterly, to run all those twisted experiments on humans.

A sigh escapes your lips as your mind involuntarily replays the memory of that day—when Alcina pretended not to know you, her cold voice asking, “How may I help you, young lady?” as if you were just another experiment, just another face in the crowd. The hurt is unbearable, and before you realize it, tears begin to spill from your eyes. You cry quietly, your back turned to Alcina, hoping not to wake her.

But then, you feel it—a warm arm wrapping gently around your waist. Her voice is soft and reassuring, “It’s okay, I’m here.” But her words only ignite a spark of fury within you. You try to break free from her embrace, your voice rising as you scream, “You pretended I was a stranger! You played along with others! You sent me back to hell! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

Alcina holds you tightly, her embrace firm but careful, not allowing you to pull away. She waits until your struggles subside, then gently turns you around to face her. Her arms wrap around you, offering a comfort you don’t want to accept but can’t resist. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice heavy with regret. Those two simple words break something inside you, and you collapse into her arms, sobbing until exhaustion takes over, and you fall asleep once more.

When you wake again, it is already 7 a.m. The bed beside you is empty, but Alcina returns from the living room just as you stir, a gentle smile on her face. “Good morning,” she greets, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. “Do you want to freshen up and join me for breakfast?”

Your heart feels heavy, your mind numb. You nod slightly, slipping out of bed and making your way to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror seems foreign to you, a shadow of the person you once were. You quickly freshen up and return to the living room, where breakfast is laid out on the table in front of the sofa.

Your jaw nearly drops at the sight. The table is covered with an array of food—fresh salad, mini bread with butter and jams, sandwiches, mini hamburgers, coffee, milk, and even puddings. You hesitate, unsure if you are really allowed to indulge in such luxuries. Alcina notices your hesitation and smiles, encouraging you to pick at least three or four items if you have the appetite.

Tentatively, you reach for a sandwich, looking at her for confirmation. “I… I really can eat these?” you ask, still unsure.

Alcina’s smile is warm, almost motherly. “Of course, help yourself. I can’t finish all of it by myself either.”

The sandwich is delicious, a stark contrast to the bland, utilitarian meals you are used to. “This is one of the benefits of being a scientist here?” you ask, your voice quiet.

Alcina nods. “Kind of. But the pressure is great on the other hand, so to compensate, the facility provides the best living quality for each of us.”

“How are you feeling?” she asks after a moment, her voice gentle.

You look down at the table, avoiding her gaze. “Good,” you mumble, the lie evident in your tone. Alcina sighs softly, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence.

After a while, Alcina speaks again. “Later, we’ll start with your body examination first, and then I want you to spend an hour in the gym and another in the library, okay?”

“Will Helena be here in the afternoon again?” you ask, your voice tinged with apprehension.

Alcina nods. “I’m afraid so. Just be yourself, and you don’t need to force yourself with everything if it’s not about the experiments or the tasks I assign you.”

You nod slightly, finishing the sandwich. Your gaze wanders to the pudding on the table, and Alcina notices the subtle movement. She reaches for the dessert and places it in your hand with a tiny spoon. “Enjoy,” she says with a smile.

You hesitate for a moment, then take a bite. The sweetness of the pudding fills your mouth, a small comfort amidst the chaos of your emotions. For now, you allow yourself to enjoy this moment of calm, even if you know it won’t last.

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Helena shows up in the lab in the afternoon, her sharp gaze immediately settling on you. “How do you feel today?” she asks, her voice clinical but with a hint of curiosity.

You offer her a small smile and say, “Good.”

Helena’s eyes narrow slightly, noticing the subtle change in your demeanor. She then turns to Alcina, “What was her schedule earlier?”

Alcina responds calmly, “I invited her to join me for breakfast in my room this morning. After that, she spent an hour in the gym and another in the library. I also conducted a body examination before lunch. This afternoon, I attached a vibrating device to her clit and set it to a certain level to see how long she could bear it.”

Helena’s expression turns thoughtful as she processes this information. “And?” she inquires, her curiosity piqued.

“To my surprise,” Alcina continues, “she’s still above average. She endured it longer than she has in the past.”

Helena’s eyes flicker with realization as she turns back to you. “What were you two doing in Alcina’s room?” she asks, her voice casual but with an underlying intensity.

You pause, choosing your words carefully. “Alcina invited me for breakfast. We chatted a little, and I had a sandwich and a pudding.” You hesitate, not wanting to reveal that you spent the night with Alcina. A part of you wants to keep that moment between you, a secret shared only by the two of you. “I miss the pudding,” You add quietly.

Helena studies you, a small smile playing on her lips. “I can ask the grocery department to add pudding to your meals. Do you want that?”

You shake your head slightly. “It’s not necessary, thank you, Helena.”

Helena frowns, sensing there’s more to my response. “But something made you smile… Hmm.” A realization dawns on her face. She glances between you and Alcina before standing up. “Dr. Dimitrescu, you mentioned you used the vibration device on her earlier. How long did she endure it?”

“At least two hours without even squirming,” Alcina replies.

Helena’s expression shifts to one of intrigue. “Could you do the test again? Attach the device for thirty minutes. And then I would like you to…” She doesn’t finish the sentence, instead leaning in to whisper something to Alcina.

Alcina nods in agreement and reaches out her hand to you. “Come, sit on the chair,” she instructs, guiding you to the chair used for more intense tests.

You comply, sitting down as Alcina restrains you and attaches the vibrating device to you once more. The device hums to life, and you sit there, emotionless, as it does its work. The minutes tick by, but you remain composed, showing no sign of discomfort.

When the thirty minutes are up, Alcina removes the restraints and guides you to the bed. She sits first, then gestures for you to sit on the edge. “Another thirty minutes,” she says softly, her voice soothing. This time, her hands slide gently over your body, her touch both comforting and stimulating. “Can you cum for me within thirty minutes?” she whispers in your ear.

Ten minutes pass, and you start to squirm slightly, your body reacting to her touch. A soft moan escapes your lips, and you hear Helena instructing the assistant to gradually increase the intensity of the device. The sensation builds, and with Alcina’s touch, you finally reach your climax. Your hands move gently to push hers away as you murmur, “I… Can you… Can you stop? I… beg you.”

Alcina nods to the assistant, and the device shuts off completely.

“I see,” Helena says, her tone thoughtful. “Dr. Dimitrescu, may I speak with you for a moment?”

“Of course,” Alcina responds, her voice calm and composed.

Alcina’s assistant helps you off the bed and onto the sofa, where you are allowed to rest, now fully clothed. You watch as Alcina and Helena move to the other side of the room, their voices low as they discuss something in hushed tones.

Helena’s voice carries a note of insistence as she says, “It seems like you might be the key to her recovery. Why not give it a try?”

Alcina hesitates, frowning slightly. “I believe you’ve heard the competition is coming. Are you sure about this?”

Helena smiles, confident in her suggestion. “It’s worth a shot, don’t you think? If it works, it could be a breakthrough.”

Alcina considers this, then nods. “But you need to keep this to yourself. Not in the report or to anyone. I’ve already gotten Miranda’s approval, and she wasn’t happy about it at first. I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

Helena nods, her expression reassuring. “Don’t worry, I know how to frame my reports. If you need anything else, or if you require approval from higher authorities, I can provide further support without Miranda knowing. You just need to ask, and I won’t say a word.”

Alcina nods, the weight of their agreement settling between them. As they return to you, you can’t help but wonder what new challenges the days ahead will bring.

~*~

Helena prepares to leave the lab, her parting words lingering in the air. “I’ll be back in three days,” she says, giving you a final, scrutinizing look before heading out.

As she leaves, Alcina turns to you, her expression softening. “You’ll need to stay for another night in my chamber,” she tells you.

You blink in surprise. “I don’t need to go back to my room?”

“No,” Alcina says with a gentle smile. “This will be our new routine.”

The idea of this new routine unsettles you, but you nod, accepting her words. Alcina then instructs you on the evening’s tasks. “After you take a shower, go to the library and read. Later, I want you to share with me in my room about the novel you’ve been reading.”

You agree, and after finishing dinner and taking your shower, you head to the library. You immerse yourself in the story of the mermaid, the pirate, and the lost treasure. The novel pulls you in, and time slips by quickly.

When 8 p.m. rolls around, you return to the lab to wait for Alcina. She arrives a moment later, her presence commanding as always. She leads you back to her luxurious chamber, where the atmosphere is both comforting and intimidating.

“Do you want me to make hot chocolate like last night?” you ask, glancing at her.

Alcina smiles warmly. “Yes, please.”

She heads to the shower while you go to the mini kitchen, preparing the hot chocolate just as you did the night before. When the both of you sit on the sofa, you take a sip from your cup, the warmth of the drink soothing you. A question lingers in your mind, and you decide to voice it. “What did Helena say to you in the lab?”

Alcina’s gaze drifts to the table for a moment. She sets her cup down before responding. “Helena wants me to do something with you—something she thinks might help you, and help us.”

Curiosity piques your interest. “What is it?”

“She wants us to have some physical touch,” Alcina explains gently. “To be more specific, hugs or gentle touches before you sleep.”

You don’t respond immediately. At some level, you crave Alcina’s touch, her warmth, her comfort. But another part of you recoils at the thought, afraid of what it might mean or how it might make you feel.

“Do you want to try?” Alcina asks, her voice tender, giving you the choice.

You hesitate, torn between your conflicting emotions. Finally, you nod, a slight movement that feels heavier than it should.

Alcina, sensing your unease, shifts the conversation. “Before that, I’d like to hear about the novel. Can you share the story with me so far?”

You recount the tale, telling her about the black-bearded pirate who hears of a treasure buried under the sea. There’s a magical barrier blocking the way, and only someone with a pure heart can unseal it. The pirate learns that only a mermaid can break the seal, so he begins his quest to find the legendary creature.

Alcina listens intently, nodding as you speak. “That sounds quite interesting. You should keep reading it.”

Once you both finish your hot chocolate, Alcina takes your hand and leads you to the bed. “What Helena asked for is pretty simple—just physical touch. But it can be awkward if we don’t know how to start. So, how about we just climb into bed, and I’ll hug you until you fall asleep. What do you think?”

You nod, finding the suggestion reasonable, though a part of you remains wary. You both slide under the covers, and Alcina dims the lights. She pulls you closer, her warmth surrounding you. Despite the comfort, an odd impulse rises within you—a desire to push her away. But you fight it, focusing on the steady rhythm of her breathing, the gentle pressure of her arms around you.

For a moment, Alcina simply holds you, letting you adjust to the sensation. Then, she begins to gently roam her hands on your back, her fingers brushing through your hair with a tenderness that surprises you. It’s too much, too overwhelming, and before you know it, tears start to spill down your cheeks.

You cry, quietly at first, then with more intensity as the emotions you’ve been holding back pour out of you. Alcina doesn’t say anything; she just holds you tighter, her presence steady and reassuring. You cry until there’s nothing left, until you’re utterly spent, and all that’s left is the sound of your ragged breathing and the feel of Alcina’s hand stroking your back.

Eventually, your sobs subside, and exhaustion begins to take over. Alcina continues to hold you, her touch soothing as you drift toward sleep. As your eyes close, you wonder if this is what healing feels like—a slow, painful release, but with the promise of something better on the other side.

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You wake up earlier than expected. The nearby digital clock reads 5:10 am. You lie still, staring at the ceiling, your mind drifting back to the previous night. You remember being held by Alcina as you cried yourself to sleep, but now, there’s only an emptiness beside you. You sigh deeply, wondering when exactly you began to feel so numb, when you learned to endure the pain without flinching.

Suddenly, you hear a whisper. “You’re awake?”

You slowly turn your head and meet Alcina’s golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “Yeah,” you reply, your voice barely above a murmur.

Alcina shifts, turning toward you. She reaches out, gently stroking your cheek with her fingers. “You can go back to sleep. It’s still a little early.”

You don’t respond immediately, just look into her eyes, searching for something—maybe answers, maybe comfort, or perhaps a truth you’ve been avoiding. After a moment, you ask, “What happened… that day? You said you had an urgent meeting, and then you didn’t come back.”

Alcina’s sigh is heavy, burdened with memories. “Miranda sent an email to me to see her immediately,” she begins, her voice tinged with regret. “She told me that her boss had already talked to several clients and found a match for you. Before they could hand you over, the higher-ups needed to check if you were ready.”

She pauses, the weight of what she’s about to say pressing down on her. “They should’ve warned you, given us some kind of heads-up, but instead, they made the worst choice. They took me away from you and tried to rewrite your memories, to brainwash you. Although they didn’t give me the details, they seemed to anticipate that you might escape and find your way back to me, proving them wrong.”

Alcina’s voice trembles as she continues. “But Miranda warned me. She said if I didn’t play along, everything would be for nothing. She told me I had to let go. They didn’t consider the possibility that you’d become numb to everything, that you’d comply and endure but lose yourself in the process. That wasn’t what the client wanted—what they paid for.”

She pauses, her voice catching in her throat. “So they canceled the transfer program and sent you back to me. They realized their mistake, and now they’re trying to negotiate with the clients.”

Alcina’s eyes glisten with unshed tears. “I’m sorry, Aliya. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I should’ve told you the truth when you found your way back to me that day. But I’m your caretaker, and I’m supposed to be a professional. I’m the scientist, and you’re the subject. I shouldn’t have let my feelings interfere.”

Her tears start to fall, wetting the pillow beneath her. “I don’t even know when I started to—” She breaks off, unable to finish the thought.

Maybe it’s an impulse, a reaction to the raw vulnerability in her voice, but you find yourself leaning in, pressing your lips to hers. Alcina is stunned for a moment, her breath catching as she processes what’s happening. Then, she gently pulls you closer, returning the kiss with a tenderness that sends your emotions spiraling.

For a brief, fragile moment, everything else fades away—the lab, the experiments, the pain. All that remains is the warmth of Alcina’s embrace, the soft press of her lips against yours, and the unspoken connection between you. You can feel the barriers between you crumbling, leaving nothing but the raw, unfiltered emotions you’ve both been trying so hard to keep at bay.

As the kiss deepens, you can feel a mix of emotions—relief, longing, sadness, and something else you can’t quite name—stirring within you. You know that this moment won’t solve everything, that the pain and confusion won’t magically disappear, but for now, in Alcina’s arms, you allow yourself to feel, to connect, and to hope.

~*~

You don’t know when you fell asleep again, but when you wake, the clock reads 6:50, almost 7 am. You sit up in bed and hear the soft murmur of voices coming from the living room. Alcina must be letting someone in. You listen as she pushes a cart, the quiet clink of dishes following. A few moments later, you hear the door close and silence returns.

Slowly, you slip out of bed and make your way to the living room. Alcina is there, arranging breakfast on the table, her movements graceful and deliberate. She looks up when she sees you, her eyes softening into a warm smile. “Good morning.”

You approach her, remembering the new routine. Without overthinking it, you walk over and wrap your arms around her in a hug. “Good morning, Alcina.”

Alcina’s embrace is firm yet comforting, her hand coming up to rub your head in a tender gesture. “Go freshen up,” she says softly, pulling back just enough to look at you. “Let’s enjoy breakfast together.”

You nod and head to the bathroom to wash your face. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you suddenly recall the feeling of Alcina’s lips on yours from earlier. A blush creeps up your cheeks, and you can’t help but wonder if this is progress. Maybe it is—maybe it means something is starting to shift inside you, something that has been locked away for too long.

When you return to the living room, you find Alcina already seated, waiting for you. She hands you a plate, urging you to help yourself. You pick the mini hamburgers and finger sandwiches first, your appetite more eager than usual. The desserts catch your eye—macaroons and puddings.

“I thought you might have a sweet tooth,” Alcina says with a smile. “I asked the grocery department to prepare puddings again and macaroons.”

You both eat together, the atmosphere relaxed and almost domestic. As you finish your pudding and take a bite of the macaroon, Alcina observes you with a curious look. “It’s been a while since I’ve had macaroons myself,” she comments. “Do you like them?”

For a moment, you’re surprised to find that you’re smiling—genuinely, without any forced effort. “I like them,” you reply, your voice light.

Alcina’s eyes widen slightly at your smile, and she lets out a small gasp of delight. “How about I ask them to send us more tonight?”

You nod, finishing off your glass of milk. As you both prepare to head to the lab for the day’s tests, Alcina suddenly stops you. Without a word, she pulls you into a tight hug, her arms wrapped protectively around you.

She stays silent for a while, as if searching for the right words. Finally, she speaks, her voice tinged with regret. “I’m sorry, Aliya. For everything.”

You nod, resting your head against her shoulder. “I know.”

The two of you stand there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth. Despite everything, despite the pain and the trials you’ve been through, there’s something about this moment that feels real, grounded. Maybe it’s the beginning of healing, or maybe it’s just a brief respite in the storm. Either way, you hold onto it, letting the feeling of Alcina’s embrace anchor you.

When you finally pull away, there’s a sense of quiet understanding between you. You’re not sure what the day will bring—what tests and challenges lie ahead—but for now, you know that you’re not facing it alone. And that, at least, is something to hold onto.

Chapter Text

Before stepping into the lab, Alcina pauses, turning to you with a thoughtful expression. “I need you to spend an hour in the gym first,” she says, her tone firm yet gentle. “After that, we’ll conduct some experiments to test your strength for the upcoming competition.”

You nod, understanding the routine, and head to the gym. As you work out, your mind drifts back to the kiss you shared with Alcina earlier. The memory lingers, and you find yourself questioning your own actions. Why did you kiss her? Did it mean something, or was it just an impulse? The questions swirl in your mind, but no clear answers emerge.

An hour later, you return to the lab. Alcina has already prepared the equipment, and the familiar setup greets you. These devices are no strangers to you—you know exactly how they work. Without needing to be told, you sit in the chair, allowing Alcina and her assistants to restrain you. “The experiment will last until noon,” Alcina explains calmly, her voice soothing yet clinical.

She inserts the metal bar inside you with practiced precision, then attaches the familiar red wire device to your clit. You watch numbly as Alcina activates the machines, feeling the familiar vibrations begin to course through your body.

At first, you expect to feel nothing—after all, you’ve grown numb to this over time. But to your surprise, there’s a sensation this time. It’s faint, but it’s there. In the past, your desire would build rapidly, followed by the electric shocks hitting you within minutes, continuing in a relentless cycle. But today, your desire builds more slowly. The first shock comes after twenty minutes, denying you the release you’ve grown accustomed to.

Alcina notices, her eyes gleaming with interest. She approaches you, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. “The shock hit quicker than before,” she observes, a hint of approval in her voice. “You’re making progress. Let’s see if we can get to ten shocks before noon.”

The hours drag on, but by the time noon arrives, you’ve only endured seven shocks. Alcina steps in again, pausing the machine. “Do you want me to grant you an orgasm?” she asks, her voice soft, almost tempting.

You consider her offer, feeling your body has already calmed down. You shake your head. “No,” you reply, your voice steady.

Alcina seems slightly disappointed, but she doesn’t press the issue. She disconnects the devices and tells you to take a lunch break.

Back in your room, you find lunch waiting for you—spaghetti with meatballs and cheese, one of your favorite meals. But despite this, you find yourself devoid of appetite. You force yourself to eat, knowing you need the energy for whatever the afternoon session might hold.

After lunch, you return to the lab. Alcina is waiting, this time with a different set of devices. She attaches wireless pads to your head and chest, then asks you to lie on your stomach on the bed. You comply without question, feeling the cold metal of the bar as she inserts it inside you. A thinner one follows, probing your most private places. The electric waves start, pulsing through your body, but you’re still left wondering what this session is about.

Alcina’s hands begin to massage you, starting at your shoulders and working their way down your back and legs. The sensation is almost soothing, lulling you into a false sense of security. But as the intensity of the electric waves increases, so do your desires. You begin to moan softly, unable to help yourself.

Alcina’s touch shifts from soothing to restraining, though not forcefully. She keeps you pinned in place, controlling your movements as the sensations grow. After a while, she adjusts your position, asking you to kneel on the bed with your head on the pillow and your bottom raised. This new position makes the electric waves hit just the right spot, and you can’t hold back your moans anymore.

Alcina’s hand slides from your back to your legs, then teases your sensitive spot with gentle rubs. It’s more teasing than satisfying, building your need without giving you release. “Do you want me to grant you the orgasm now?” she asks, her voice a soft purr. “Or do you still insist on no?”

You turn your head, trying to look at her, your breath hitching. “I… I want it… please,” you finally admit, your voice trembling with need.

Alcina’s smile is both satisfied and teasing. “Beg me nicely.”

You close your eyes, swallowing your pride. “I… Alcina… please let me release… I… I beg you.”

Alcina’s smile widens, and she grabs a vibrating wand, pressing it directly against your most sensitive spot. The climax builds slowly, almost torturously, until it finally hits you. You bite your lip, holding back a scream as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Alcina doesn’t stop. She continues to stimulate you, pushing you through three, then four climaxes until you’re a trembling mess, begging her to stop. Finally, she relents, turning off the machines and allowing you to rest on the bed.

As you catch your breath, Alcina fetches her assistants, who review the data they’ve collected. Alcina looks pleased, smiling as she glances back at you. “You’re really making progress,” she says, her voice filled with pride.

You lie there, exhausted but strangely content. For the first time in a long while, you feel something other than numbness. And though the road ahead is still uncertain, for now, you take solace in the fact that you’re not alone in this journey. Alcina is there with you, guiding you through each step, and somehow, that makes all the difference.

~*~

After the session, Alcina instructs you to take a shower and then spend some time in the library. “Fetch me at 8 p.m. in the lab, as usual,” she says, her tone even. Just as you’re about to leave, she stops you. “I received an email from the higher-ups,” she tells you, her expression serious. “The competition will be held in two days. There’s no information about the specifics, so all I can ask is that you do your best. I don’t think you’ll end up in the last seven places.”

You nod, acknowledging her words before heading to the shower. The warm water washes away the exhaustion of the day, but your mind is still preoccupied, not just with the upcoming competition, but with the kiss. It’s as if that moment lingers in your thoughts, refusing to fade.

After your shower, you find solace in the library, continuing the novel about the mermaid and the pirate. The story unfolds before you, pulling you into its world, but there’s still a part of you that remains tethered to reality.

At 8 p.m., you head back to the lab, finding Alcina already waiting. She leads you back to her luxurious chamber, the familiar comfort of her space wrapping around you like a warm blanket. While Alcina takes a shower, you busy yourself in her mini kitchen, making hot chocolate for both of you.

As you pour the rich, steaming liquid into two cups, a soft knock echoes through the chamber. Startled, you quickly hide away. Alcina opens the door and you peek out to see a staff member from the grocery department delivering desserts. Once they leave, you emerge and sit on the sofa with Alcina, the two of you enjoying the sweet treats and hot chocolate together.

She asks you about the novel again, her curiosity evident. You tell her that the black-bearded pirate found a way to summon a pure-hearted mermaid using an old magic spell book. The pirate kidnapped the mermaid, forcing her to lead him to the legendary treasure.

Alcina nods, her eyes sparkling with interest. “It’s getting more interesting,” she remarks, and for a while, you both sit in comfortable silence, savoring the moment.

But the question that’s been gnawing at you refuses to stay silent. You turn to Alcina, your voice soft but steady. “You mentioned that the higher-ups realized they made a mistake, so they sent me back to you. And they’re trying to negotiate with the clients… Does that mean that once I’m ‘healed,’ I’ll be sent back to Dr. Harper again? And then… sold off like a piece of merchandise?”

Alcina doesn’t answer immediately, and the silence that follows is heavy. Her face reflects a struggle she hasn’t fully acknowledged before. You sigh, the weight of your status as a “subject” pressing down on you. “I see. My title is still a ‘subject,’ after all.”

Alcina sighs deeply, her usual calm demeanor shaken. “My job here is to train the subjects,” she admits, almost bitterly. “Let me talk to the higher-ups and see how they respond.”

There’s a moment of quiet contemplation, and then Alcina’s expression shifts. She puts down her cup and gently takes your hand, her touch warm and reassuring. “I want you to do one thing for me,” she says, her voice carrying a note of urgency.

You look at her, curious. “What is it?”

“I bet the competition will be similar to the last one,” she begins, her eyes searching yours. “I don’t want you to pass. I want you to act and fail a bit.”

You frown, not quite understanding. “What do you mean?”

“I know what I said earlier about doing your best, with your current state, I believe you could easily take first place,” she explains. “But I want you to fall somewhere between 8th and 15th place. According to Harper’s report, she mentioned you were not making any progress. I want you to stay in this mood a bit longer, just enough to pass the competition without drawing too much attention.”

You nod slowly, processing her request. “I think I can do that.”

Alcina’s lips curve into a small, relieved smile. “So I can buy you more time.”

The hot chocolate is finished, and as you both prepare for bed, there’s a shared understanding between you. Slipping under the covers, Alcina pulls you gently into her arms. “Sweet dreams,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

As you close your eyes, your mind drifts back to that kiss earlier in the day. It’s a thought that lingers as sleep slowly overtakes you, leaving you wondering what it all means and where this path will lead.

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Alcina wakes around 5:30 a.m., the room still dim with the early morning light. She glances at you, still peacefully asleep beside her, your breathing steady and calm. The conversation from the night before lingers in her mind, keeping her from finding any more rest. She quietly slips out of bed, careful not to wake you, and heads to her desk.

She opens her laptop, the cool glow of the screen illuminating her face in the dark room. As she reviews the schedule for the day, her gaze lingers on an appointment in the afternoon—Helena will be joining them again. The thought of you possibly being taken away, transferred back to Dr. Harper, and ultimately sold off like merchandise, weighs heavily on her.

With a determined sigh, Alcina types out a message to Helena, asking if she’s available to meet earlier, before their scheduled afternoon session. A few moments later, a reply pings back—Helena can meet between 9:30 and 10 a.m. Feeling slightly more at ease with a plan in place, Alcina closes her laptop and sets it aside.

By the time you wake up around 7 a.m., breakfast has already been delivered to the suite. Alcina greets you with a warm smile, though her mind is still preoccupied with the upcoming conversation. She suggests you do some exercise in the gym for an hour later and mentions the possibility of further tests after breakfast.

You nod, sensing something is on her mind but not pressing her on it. After finishing your meal, you head to the gym, leaving Alcina alone with her thoughts.

At 9:30 a.m., Alcina makes her way to one of the conference rooms, her laptop tucked under her arm. She uses her swipe card to access a different section of the facility, where Helena is already waiting. The atmosphere between them is serious as they sit down, ready to discuss matters that could significantly alter the course of your fate.

“You mentioned you needed my help,” Helena begins, her eyes sharp as she studies Alcina. “Can you elaborate?”

Alcina takes a deep breath before speaking. “Miranda wants Aliya to recover as soon as possible, but she hasn’t mentioned whether Aliya will still be transferred back to Harper once she’s healed… or if she’ll be sold to one of the clients.”

Helena’s gaze narrows. “Dr. Dimitrescu, what exactly are you implying? Are you saying you want to keep Aliya as your property?”

Alcina sighs, her emotions slipping through the professional veneer she usually maintains. “I admit… I have feelings for Aliya, but—"

Before she can finish, Helena interrupts, her tone cutting but not unkind. “Three days ago, when I heard Aliya stayed with you for the night and then she smiled—actually smiled—and after what happened during the Behavioral program, I knew there was something between you two. Dr. Dimitrescu, even though we work in different departments, I can interpret what you’re saying. But this situation is… complicated.”

Alcina nods, understanding the gravity of what she’s asking. “If I want to keep Aliya around without her being sold to someone else, what options do I have?”

Helena pauses, considering the question carefully. “So far, the only options I can think of involve having her participate in different programs, but that could increase the likelihood of her being matched with other clients. Alternatively, she could be transferred to different intern scientists to assess their performance.”

Alcina frowns, her frustration evident. “But isn’t her contract as a ‘paid subject’? Why treat her like an object?”

Helena sighs, a weary expression crossing her face. “That’s why we hired you, Dr. Dimitrescu. You train them, we judge their performance, and decide whether they stay or leave. If any of them are ‘fired’—not ‘eliminated’—they receive hush money to ensure they don’t reveal what we do here. But leaving voluntarily? That’s rare. In fact, no one has succeeded in resigning.”

Alcina considers this for a moment, then proposes an idea. “What if… What if I’m a buyer?”

Helena’s eyes widen slightly, her usual composure momentarily shaken. “You mean… you want to become one of the clients?”

Alcina nods, her resolve clear. “Yes. If I become one of the clients, then none of us will have to worry about Aliya being taken away.”

Helena sits back, processing this new development. “That could be… executable. But it would raise questions. Training Aliya while being her client? It could create a conflict of interest.”

Alcina doesn’t hesitate. “I’m willing to deal with that if it means keeping her safe.”

Helena seems deep in thought, considering the implications of what Alcina is suggesting. “I’ll see what I can do. But be aware, if you pursue this, you might be summoned and questioned by the higher-ups.”

“I’m prepared for that,” Alcina says firmly.

Helena nods, her mind already working on a plan. “Give me a few days. I’ll let you know what I find out. In the meantime, I’ll be at your lab this afternoon to continue my study.”

“Of course,” Alcina replies, her tone indicating both gratitude and determination.

With that, the meeting concludes, and Alcina makes her way back to her suite, her mind spinning with possibilities. She’s determined to protect you, no matter the cost.

~*~

Helena arrives in the lab that afternoon, her presence calm yet commanding. As she steps into the room, she offers a nod to Alcina before turning her attention to you. “How are you feeling these days?” she asks, her tone gentle but probing.

“I feel fine,” you reply, though your voice carries a hint of unease. “But I’m a little worried about the upcoming competition.”

Helena tilts her head slightly, curious. “Why is that?”

You glance at Alcina before answering. “Alcina told me that based on my current status, I would likely gain first place. But... I’m afraid that if I do too well, I’ll be transferred back to Dr. Harper again.”

Helena’s expression softens as she taps your shoulder gently. “The transfer program has been canceled. You will not be transferred again. At least, not now.”

“Not now?” you echo, your voice tinged with concern. “Does that mean there’s still a chance it could be restarted?”

Helena shakes her head, her expression reassuring but firm. “This is not your concern right now. You should focus on your own well-being.”

You nod, though the uncertainty lingers in the back of your mind. Sensing your unease, Helena asks you a few more questions about your general health and mood, trying to ease your nerves before the competition. After she finishes, she turns to Alcina, her gaze serious. “I’ve received some inside information. The competition tomorrow will be different from what we’ve seen before. The location will be sent to your email in the morning.”

Alcina nods, taking in the information with a thoughtful expression.

Helena then turns back to you, her tone dropping to a more confidential level. “This competition is different from the previous ones. Although I’m not privy to all the details, I’ve heard it’s quite challenging. Whatever happens, make sure not to say ‘No,’ and always be polite. There was a subject from another training department who couldn’t control his temper. He cursed constantly, even though he was making progress. But it wasn’t enough to convince us to let him stay longer, so he was eliminated.”

You frown, the word eliminated ringing ominously in your ears. “He?” you ask, surprised.

Both Helena and Alcina nod. “Yes, He,” Helena confirms. “You don’t think we only train girls as subjects, do you?”

The revelation catches you off guard, and Helena’s next words only add to your curiosity. “If you’re interested in seeing how we treat the boys, let me know. I can arrange a visit.” She leaves with a mysterious smile, her offer hanging in the air like a challenge.

As the door closes behind Helena, you turn to Alcina. “Have you ever trained a male subject before?”

Alcina nods, her expression one of distaste. “Once. Only for a few months. It bothered me that when we did some tests, the smells lingered in the lab. Now, only female scientists who aren’t bothered by the smells can run those programs, or it’s mostly male scientists who handle them.”

The conversation leaves you with more questions than answers, your mind spinning with thoughts about the male subjects and the competition tomorrow. “Take a shower,” Alcina suggests, her voice gentle yet firm. “Then spend some time in the library. I’ll see you in the lab at 8 p.m.”

You nod, but as you head to the bathroom, your thoughts continue to whirl. What kind of programs might the male subjects face? And what exactly will tomorrow’s competition entail? The unknown looms large, but for now, all you can do is prepare and try to steady your nerves.

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That night, you and Alcina continue your familiar routine in the comfort of her chamber. As you sip on the rich hot chocolate, you recount the latest developments in the novel you’ve been reading. Alcina listens intently, her presence warm and reassuring. But as the conversation winds down, Alcina breaks the silence with an unexpected question.

“We haven’t really been conducting any serious sessions recently since you came back,” she begins, her tone gentle yet probing. “Aside from the fears of being transferred, are you worried about the competition tomorrow?”

You nod, setting your cup down on the table. “A little, but I’m also curious.”

Alcina raises an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

You hesitate, then voice your thoughts. “Helena mentioned it would be different from the previous ones. I’ve already participated in two competitions before, so why did she suddenly warn us about this one? And I’m guessing there will be a lot of subjects participating this time, right? Or... are you going to tell me just to aim for falling between 8th to 15th place? How many of us are going to join the competition this time?”

Alcina pauses, considering your questions. “My boss told me there would be at least 30 subjects, including those who just joined for a month. I’m curious too, but all the secrecy will be revealed in the email tomorrow morning.”

The information settles heavily between you, adding to the growing tension. You finish your hot chocolate in silence, and soon, you both retire to the bed. Alcina pulls you close as you lie down, her embrace familiar and comforting.

“Alcina?” you whisper, breaking the stillness.

She responds softly, “Hm? What is it?”

“Why do you want to protect me?” you ask, the question hanging in the air between you.

Alcina’s voice is low, almost a murmur. “You are more than a subject to me.”

The weight of her words presses against you, the implications both comforting and terrifying. You remain silent, the two of you enveloped in a heavy quiet, until Alcina speaks again.

“May I ask why you kissed me that day?”

Your heart skips a beat, and you dare not meet her gaze. “I’m sorry. It was... it was an impulse, I guess.”

“I see.” Alcina’s hand gently tilts your chin up, forcing you to look into her eyes. “I want us to remain professional, so I won’t feel uneasy if I need to go rough on you during the experiments.”

You nod, guilt twisting in your stomach. “I see. I’m sorry.”

“But,” Alcina’s expression softens, her gaze lingering on you, “perhaps I can indulge myself just for a moment.”

Before you can react, Alcina’s lips are on yours, soft and deliberate. The kiss is slow, but it stirs something deep within you, emotions you’ve kept buried for too long. As you respond to her, the line between subject and scientist blurs, the boundaries of your relationship growing dangerously thin. When she finally pulls away, you’re left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest.

The silence that follows is thick with unspoken feelings, both of you aware that you’ve crossed into forbidden territory. Yet, neither of you says a word, the connection between you stronger, and yet more fragile than ever before. As you close your eyes, you wonder what tomorrow will bring, and whether this dangerous dance with Alcina will lead to your salvation—or your undoing.

~*~

The next morning, you and Alcina head back to the lab around 8:30. Alcina had already checked her email earlier in the morning, reading through the details of the day’s competition. As you walk together, she begins to explain the procedure.

“Dear all,” she recites, her tone measured and calm, “Good morning. Today we’re going to hold a competition for subjects to compete with each other individually, and we will give out scores by other departments and then give places. Please read the following rules carefully:

1. The competition will begin at 9 o’clock sharp. The location will be in the west wing, fourth floor, Experimental Room 4E (Second-Level ID card and password required).

2. To avoid unwanted chaos, each one of you please remain in your lab unless we call you.

3. When you’re called, please report to Experimental Room 4E in 10 minutes, late will be considered eliminated.

4. ONLY the subject is allowed to step into Experimental Room 4E. Scientists, please note that once you grant access to your subject, please move to the observation room on the fifth floor.

5. The time for each subject in the test will last for an hour. Once the test is finished, scientists please move your steps back to the fourth floor, return to your lab immediately, and continue your sessions/ experiments. Scientists or subjects are not allowed to stay and watch other subjects.

6. Scientists, please ensure your subject is clothed and has eaten breakfast. If any of your subjects feel unwell, please report to your immediate supervisor immediately. We will send a medical team to your laboratory and check your subjects. Please note: If our medical team confirms that your subject meets the minimum standards to participate in the competition, the subject will continue to participate and it’s not negotiable. If the subject does not meet the minimum requirements, we will not rearrange the competition, please participate in the last round today as we will lower our standards a bit based on the situation, or the subject will be eliminated immediately.

7. Scientists, please note, that medicine injected into your subject is prohibited. If any subject is found to have injected any drugs or medicine will be added to the elimination list and face severe consequences.”

You listen intently as Alcina goes through the instructions, noting the rules and regulations that govern the day. The competition sounds strict and highly controlled, with little room for error.

As Alcina continues reading, you frown. “You said at least 30 subjects, right? But each subject will have the test for an hour. They can’t finish this in one day.”

Alcina nods, her gaze steady. “This facility is quite large. I believe they’re conducting the tests in three or four different Experimental Rooms simultaneously, so all the results and rankings should be ready by the end of the day.”

The two of you settle into the waiting period, with Alcina checking your vitals and ensuring you’re ready whenever your turn comes. The hours drag on, filled with a tense anticipation. It isn’t until 2 p.m. that the call finally comes, summoning you to Experimental Room 4E.

Before you leave the lab, Alcina quickly reiterates, “Remember our plan?”

You nod, feeling the weight of the strategy you’ve discussed. Alcina continues, “If you’re unsure about how to interpret the scores or what to do, just follow your instincts.”

With that, Alcina leads you through several hallways toward the west wing. The atmosphere grows heavier as you approach the Experimental Room. The door to 4E is wider than the others, and a faint but unfamiliar smell permeates the air. Alcina places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Good luck,” she whispers, swiping her card to grant you access.

You step inside, and a scientist stationed by the door immediately addresses you. “What’s your name? Who’s your caretaker?”

Your nerves spike, but you manage to respond, “I’m Aliya. My caretaker is Dr. Alcina Dimitrescu.”

The scientist checks the pad in her hand before taking a small sample of your blood. The procedure is quick, clinical, and you feel the prick of the needle before you even have time to brace yourself. She then instructs you, “Please proceed to the end of the hallway. The test will begin the moment you step in.”

Taking a deep breath, you nod and make your way down the corridor. The hallway feels longer than it is, each step echoing loudly in your ears. You push away the rising anxiety, reminding yourself of Alcina’s words.

You reach the end of the hallway, pausing for just a moment before stepping through the door that marks the beginning of the test. As you cross the threshold, the atmosphere shifts—sterile, cold, and filled with an overwhelming sense of anticipation. You know that whatever awaits you on the other side will be unlike anything you’ve faced before.

You brace yourself, ready for whatever comes next.

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As the door slides open, the vast cylindrical room comes into view. The sterile white walls stretch upward, making it difficult to discern where the room ends. The medical chair in the center immediately catches your eye, its design cold and unyielding, much like the tools on the nearby table—whips, cuffs, and other implements of control.

You hesitate, taking in the sight of the numerous computers and machines lining the front of the room, each one humming with latent energy. The room feels suffocating, the silence heavy. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the air, “Kneel.”

Instinctively, you drop to your knees, head bowed, hands behind your back—just as Dr. Harper had drilled into you. The position is automatic, your mind replaying those countless hours of conditioning. The voice, followed by the clicking of high heels, signals the approach of someone in authority.

“Very good, Aliya.” The woman’s voice is both soothing and chilling. As she steps into view, her red heels contrast sharply against her white lab coat. She leans against the table, eyeing you with a mixture of amusement and something darker.

“Crawl to me, at my feet,” she commands.

Without hesitation, you obey, crawling across the cold floor until you’re kneeling before her. The power dynamic is clear, the tension in the air almost palpable.

“Take off your clothes,” she orders, her tone leaving no room for defiance.

You push aside the surge of shyness and strip quickly, leaving yourself vulnerable and exposed. The woman’s hand slides through your hair, her touch deceptively gentle as she murmurs, “Good girl. Let’s see what else you can do. Stand up, sit on the chair.”

As you sit on the white chair, it immediately locks you into place, the restraints snapping shut around your wrists and ankles. Your legs are forced open, and you squirm slightly, the vulnerability making your heart race. The woman approaches, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. Her blond hair and sharp features make her look predatory, her red lips curving into a wicked smile.

“I wonder why the others chose you,” she muses, before inserting a cold steel device into your anal passage. You remember Alcina’s instructions and let out a scream, pretending to be more shocked than you actually are. The woman chuckles darkly, “I’m not even started yet.”

With a few clicks on the nearby screen, she sets up another device—a rubber cock that ominously points between your legs. She applies lubricant to her gloved fingers and, without warning, pushes into your opening. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp, but you focus on maintaining control.

“Yes, very tight. Good,” she comments, seemingly satisfied, before picking up a metal bar connected to an electronic device. You know what’s coming next and brace yourself as she begins to stimulate you both externally and internally.

The sensations are intense but not unbearable. You’ve endured worse under Dr. Harper’s sessions. Still, you let out a scream after a minute of stimulation, making it appear as though you’re reaching your limit. The woman’s eyes narrow, and she increases the intensity, sending sharp pain through your body. You scream again, louder this time, unsure if it will be enough to convince her.

Finally, she steps back, putting the equipment away and clicking on the screen again. The rubber cock begins its relentless assault, pushing in and out of you with mechanical precision. A robotic arm extends from your left, holding a vibrator that hones in on your clit. The combined stimulation is overwhelming, and you struggle against the restraints, trying to maintain the facade of being overpowered.

The woman’s hands roam over your body, her touch is both clinical and possessive. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, “I see now why the higher-ups chose you. Your puppy eyes are really tempting.”

The realization of what she desires sends a shiver down your spine. You fight to remain calm, but the sensations are becoming too much. The woman moves to the screen again, clicking a few buttons, and the rubber cock is replaced with one that has an uneven, particle-studded surface. The thought of what’s coming next makes you shudder.

The robotic arm returns, this time with a steel-tipped wand aimed at your clit. The uneven toy resumes its brutal pace, and the woman attaches small devices to your nipples, each connected to the chair. With a few more clicks, the devices send random electric currents through your body, the unpredictability making you flinch with each jolt.

“You’re going to cum for me,” the woman declares, her voice laced with sadistic pleasure, she grabs your chin, “I still have thirty minutes left to have fun with you. It shouldn’t be a problem for you to cum at least ten times, right?”

You shake your head slightly, trying to convey resistance, but the machine starts up again, sending a wave of intense vibrations and electric shocks through your body. The sensations push you closer and closer to the edge, and despite your best efforts, you reach your orgasm within minutes. The rest of the session blurs into a haze of forced climaxes, the woman’s sadistic enjoyment evident with each one.

By the time the test ends, you’ve reached your peak seven times, your body trembling with exhaustion. The woman deactivates the devices and releases you from the chair, ordering you to lie on the bed. She checks your pulse, wiping away the evidence of your ordeal with clinical efficiency.

“You have potential,” she remarks, her tone almost appreciative. “I’m starting to understand why others favor you. But you still need more training.”

With that, she allows you to dress and leads you back to the entrance. The experience is burned into your memory, leaving you shaken but determined to see this through. The taste of powerlessness lingers, but so does the resolve to survive whatever comes next.

~*~

After the intense test, you and Alcina return to the lab, the air heavy with anticipation. As soon as you step in, Alcina gently guides you to the sofa, her demeanor calm but with an undercurrent of concern.

“How do you feel about the competition this time?” she asks, her voice soft as she sits beside you.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “It felt different, more like a personal test. There weren’t any other subjects around, which made it even more unnerving. I’m not sure how well I did. What about you? What did you see?”

Alcina's eyes meet yours, a hint of something unspoken lingering there. “I observed you from the observation room on the fifth floor. I thought I would be the only one there, but it turned out that there were at least ten other scientists from the higher-ups, including my boss, Miranda. They were all there, watching the entire competition.”

The mention of Miranda sends a chill down your spine, but you push it aside, focusing on Alcina’s words. She pauses for a moment, as if weighing what to say next. “We couldn’t hear everything she said to you, especially when she was checking your pulse. What did she say?”

You glance down, recalling the woman’s words. “She told me I have potential, but I need more training.”

Alcina’s expression tightens as she sinks into thought, her grip on your hand firm yet comforting. “I see,” she murmurs, before turning her attention back to you with a reassuring smile. “Well, the results will be revealed around 8 p.m. Before that, I want to run a quick check. Since you’ve already been through a lot during the test, I don’t want to push you further. How about just a low vibration stimulation for an hour? I’ll monitor your condition and decide how to proceed.”

The word low-vibration sends a shiver down your spine—an all-too-familiar sensation of edging. But you nod, trusting Alcina’s judgment.

She leads you to the medical chair, her movements careful and deliberate. After restraining you, she places a vibration device on your sensitive spot. The gentle hum begins, a faint and teasing stimulation that immediately puts you on edge. As you try to rest, Alcina continues her report, her voice a steady background hum.

“There’s something I want to ask you,” she says after a while, her eyes still focused on her work. “Why did you react the way you did when the woman in the test asked you to kneel?”

You sigh, the memory of Dr. Harper’s training surfacing like a dark cloud. “That’s what Dr. Harper taught me. If I hesitated, she would inject a yellow liquid into my veins that would paralyze my muscles for hours. I could still feel everything, though, and she would restrain me on the bed and force me to experience torment until I was willing to obey.”

Alcina’s sigh mirrors your own. “’I’m sorry to hear that,” she says, her tone laced with understanding.

An hour passes, the low vibration continuously teasing you, bringing you to the edge but never quite over. Alcina approaches, her gaze soft yet intent. “How are you feeling? Do you want me to grant you a release?”

The desire is faint but growing, the constant stimulation wearing down your resistance. “Y-yes, please,” you beg, your voice a little shaky.

Alcina smirks, removing the device and slipping on her medical gloves. She picks up a vibrating stick, its hum promising a more intense experience. The moment it touches your clit, the strong waves of vibration hit you like a tidal wave. Alcina’s fingers slide inside you, moving with practiced precision as she stimulates you internally.

“You haven’t squirted for me in quite some time,” she murmurs, her voice low and coaxing. “Squirt for me, and we’ll call it a day.”

Your thoughts blur together, the overwhelming sensations clouding your mind. You remember Alcina’s words about keeping things professional so she could go rough on you if needed. The memory mixes with the present, making your heart race even more. Alcina’s fingers move in and out hastily, targeting the exact spot that drives you wild. The intensity builds until you finally reach your peak, your body trembling as you squirt.

“That’s my good girl,” Alcina praises, her voice filled with a mix of pride and affection.

After the session, you head to the shower, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of the experience. You spend a little time in the library, trying to distract yourself as you wait with Alcina in the lab for the final results.

When the email finally arrives, Alcina opens it with a mixture of anticipation and dread. She scans the list quickly, her eyes landing on your name. “7th place,” she announces.

You smile a little, relieved that you did well enough to avoid elimination. But Alcina’s smile is tinged with concern, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, sensing her unease.

Alcina shakes her head, forcing a brighter smile. “No, nothing’s wrong. You did well, Aliya. I’m proud of you. But… there’s always room for improvement. We’ll work on it together.”

The words are reassuring, but you can’t shake the feeling that something more is at play. The weight of the day’s events lingers, a reminder that in this world, survival is an ongoing battle. And with Alcina by your side, you’re determined to keep fighting, no matter what comes next.

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A few days later, Alcina receives an email from Helena, summoning her to a meeting scheduled for 10 a.m. in one of the small conference rooms. As she prepares for the day, Alcina informs you of her morning plans. “I have a meeting at 10, so I might be occupied for the whole morning,” she says, her tone apologetic. “Why don’t you spend some time in the gym? You could also visit the library if you like.”

You nod, sensing the seriousness in her voice. Alcina grabs her laptop and swipes her card, granting you access to various areas. With a brief, reassuring smile, she heads off to her meeting, leaving you to your thoughts.

When Alcina enters the conference room, Helena is already waiting. “Dr. Dimitrescu, glad to see you again,” Helena greets her, gesturing toward a chair. “Please, have a seat.”

Alcina sits down, her expression carefully neutral. “I’ve heard about the competition,” Helena begins, her tone casual yet probing. “It seems Aliya won 7th place?”

Alcina nods, a hint of pride in her voice. “Yes, I’m surprised by that.”

Helena chuckles softly. “I’ve studied her past reports. It’s clear that you both have been trying to avoid being in the top ranks as much as possible.” She hands Alcina a stack of papers. “Anyway, I believe you’ve bought her some time. The papers you’re holding are confidential agreements, along with a few contracts that need your signature on the last few pages.”

Alcina frowns, flipping through the documents. Her eyes narrow as she reads, then she looks up at Helena, her voice tinged with disbelief. “This is...”

Helena nods, understanding her hesitation. “Yes. I’ve spoken to some of the departments that deal with clients and managed to secure the agreement. I haven’t told anyone about your intentions to become a buyer, so you can still back out if you want.”

Alcina shakes her head, determination in her voice. “I can’t. There’s no other way for Aliya to leave this place.”

Helena leans back, her expression serious. “Dr. Dimitrescu, I have a question for you. Even if you manage to become a client and select Aliya as you’ve planned, then what? Aliya has been here for almost a year. Although I’m one of the higher-ups, there are powers I don’t possess. We don’t know how this facility has handled her disappearance from the outside world, how they’ve explained it to her family and friends. We don’t know the extent of this facility’s authority. If you succeed in getting Aliya out, what then? Will you keep her at your home while you work in the lab? That’s not freedom; it’s just another prison. At least here, as a paid subject, she doesn’t have to worry about being unemployed or explaining her absence to the world.”

Alcina falls silent, lost in thought. She had been so certain that becoming a client would grant Aliya the freedom she deserved. But Helena’s words make her realize the limitations of that plan.

After a long pause, Alcina asks, “Is there any way to elevate her status?”

Helena frowns, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“Make her no longer belong to any scientist, but keep her identity as a paid subject,” Alcina explains. “If other scientists need more data to compare for their experiments, they can schedule sessions with Aliya and conduct further tests. It would be an upgraded version of the Switch program.”

Helena’s eyes light up with understanding. “That could be possible. Many subjects are involved in countless projects and programs. This could be something the facility needs. We could set different standards and compare results based on Aliya’s reactions. But she would still need supervision and continuous training to keep her senses sharp. Aliya can’t do that on her own, and determining if she’s at her best would require higher judgment.”

Alcina smirks, her fingers tapping the agreement. “Then I think becoming her client and ensuring she remains in peak condition is feasible, right?”

Helena nods, her approval evident. “You can sign the agreement and the contract, then give them to me as soon as possible. I’ll help you submit them to the other departments. You’ll also need to make a deposit.”

Alcina waves off the concern. “Compared to the high salary here, it’s just a small deposit. I can handle that. I’ll give you the check along with the contract.”

Helena nods in agreement. “And don’t forget what comes next. Your supervisor might ask questions once the documents are sent out.”

Alcina nods, a determined look on her face. “I know.”

As the meeting concludes, both women rise, the weight of the decision hanging between them. Alcina’s thoughts are consumed by what lies ahead. The stakes are higher now, but she’s resolute. She’ll do whatever it takes to ensure Aliya’s safety and, perhaps one day, her freedom.

~*~

When Alcina returns to the lab in the afternoon, her mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and concerns. The meeting with Helena had solidified her resolve to take action, but it had also opened her eyes to the immense challenges ahead. The moment she sees you, she feels a pang of guilt, remembering everything you’ve endured under Dr. Harper’s harsh methods. Despite her determination to become your client, she knows that your current status might not convince the higher-ups that you could serve as a viable comparison subject in their experiments.

Alcina greets you with a gentle smile, though the weight of her plans hangs heavily in her mind. She’s decided not to reveal her intentions just yet; it’s too early, and there are too many variables at play. Instead, she focuses on what she can do to improve your situation here and now.

“I’ve been thinking,” Alcina begins, her tone measured as she walks over to where you’re seated, “about how we can continue to improve your progress.”

You look up at her, curious. “What do you mean?”

Alcina takes a seat beside you, her expression thoughtful. “I’ve noticed that you’re gradually getting better, stronger. But I want to do more to help you reach your full potential. So, I’ve decided that, in addition to our regular sessions, I want to schedule daily sessions with Charlie.”

The mention of Charlie catches you off guard. “Charlie? Why?”

Alcina’s gaze softens, but there’s a determination behind it. “I believe that with consistent training, your body’s condition can improve even further. Charlie’s methods are different from mine, and I think you’ll benefit from that variety. It’s important that you’re in the best possible shape—physically and mentally.”

You nod slowly, processing her words. “I see.”

“And there’s more,” Alcina continues, her voice gentle. “I know that what happened with Dr. Harper left some scars—emotional ones. I want to help you heal from that too. So, I’m arranging for someone to guide you through meditation sessions once a week. It might help you let go of some of those bad memories.”

The thought of meditating to release those lingering fears and traumas brings a sense of relief, and you nod in agreement. “That sounds… nice. Thank you, Alcina.”

She reaches out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to go through any of this alone. I’m here to support you, no matter what.”

A warmth spreads through you at her words, and you smile at her, grateful for her kindness and understanding.

Alcina stands, a renewed sense of purpose in her eyes. “I’ll speak to Charlie and see if she has time to start this routine as soon as possible. We’ll take it one step at a time, and I’ll be right here with you through it all.”

As she leaves the room to make arrangements, Alcina feels a surge of determination. She knows the path ahead is fraught with challenges, but she’s willing to face them head-on. Her plans to become your client may be a secret for now, but she’s committed to doing everything in her power to protect you and ensure your well-being.

And as she moves forward, Alcina is more determined than ever to see you not just survive, but thrive.

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Alcina makes her way to Charlie’s lab, her mind focused on the task at hand. When she arrives, she finds Charlie deeply engrossed in her work, carefully observing her subject. The room hums with the soft whirring of machines and the subtle rustle of papers. Charlie’s subject, looking a bit worn from the day’s experiments, is taking a break on the bed, eyes closed, seemingly grateful for the moment of respite.

Charlie notices Alcina at the entrance and motions for her to sit on the nearby sofa. “Alcina, what brings you here?”

Alcina settles onto the sofa, her posture composed but with a hint of underlying tension. “I came to ask if you have some time in your schedule to work with Aliya. I want to set up daily sessions—just an hour or two—to help enhance her endurance and further explore her potential.”

Charlie raises an eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. “Aliya, huh? Didn’t she just get transferred back from Harper? There are rumors... People say Harper made her like a robot, completely numb.”

Alcina sighs, a touch of frustration in her voice. “Yes, Harper pushed her hard, but Aliya is showing signs of improvement. I need someone who can challenge her, push her limits in a way that will actually help her. You’re the best at that, Charlie. That’s why I’m coming to you.”

Charlie leans back in her chair, arms crossed as she considers Alcina’s request. “You don't think Harper has already pushed her to her limits?”

Alcina pauses, weighing her words carefully. “It’s complicated. Harper’s methods were…extreme. But Aliya has the potential to recover and grow stronger. I just need your help to guide her in the right direction.”

Charlie watches her closely, then shrugs. “Alright. I’ll do it. I’ll adjust my schedule and send you an email with the details.”

Relief washes over Alcina. “Thank you, Charlie. I appreciate it.”

After leaving Charlie’s lab, Alcina heads back to her office. She types up an email to Miranda, intending to inquire about a therapist or meditation expert within the facility. But as her fingers hover over the send button, she hesitates. She recalls how Miranda had previously questioned her decision to let Aliya sleep in her chambers, and the potential for more scrutiny makes her rethink her approach. Alcina decides to redirect the email to Helena instead, asking for her assistance discreetly.

An hour later, Alcina is in the middle of a session with you, exploring your sensitive areas and testing your limits when the phone in the lab buzzes with an incoming call from Helena. Alcina answers it quickly, her face tensing as she listens. You can’t hear the conversation, but it’s clear from Alcina’s expression that she isn’t receiving the news she’d hoped for. When the call ends, she silently returns her focus to the session, though there’s an unmistakable hint of frustration in her movements.

Later that evening, back in Alcina’s chamber, the two of you settle in after a long day. You can’t help but notice the lingering tension in her, and as you both finish your chocolate and prepare for bed, you decide to ask, “Alcina, what was bothering you earlier when you got that call?”

Alcina sighs softly, her hand brushing lightly against your arm. “It seems this facility doesn’t have a therapist or anyone trained in handling emotional recovery. Helena suggested we focus on maintaining physical touch—like hugs—and trying to relax together.”

You nod, understanding the limitations they’re facing, but also feeling a small comfort in knowing that Alcina is looking out for you.

As you both move to the bed, Alcina pulls you into her arms, the warmth of her embrace soothing the day’s worries. She places a tender kiss on your forehead, then on your lips, her touch gentle but filled with a deeper emotion. As her kisses trail from your cheeks to your neck and shoulders, you feel a growing sense of intimacy, different from the clinical touches of the lab. Her lips caress your skin, igniting a warmth within you that spreads slowly but surely.

But then, she suddenly pulls away, a conflicted look in her eyes. “No... I shouldn’t do this...”

You reach out, your voice soft but filled with need. “Alcina... please... keep going.”

Alcina hesitates, the internal struggle clear on her face. But as she looks into your eyes, something shifts within her. Slowly, she lets her hands slide lower, her touch reverent as she caresses your thighs. You shiver in anticipation, your breath hitching as you feel her warm breath on your most sensitive spot.

Alcina’s tongue teases you gently, her movements deliberate and slow, building your desire with every touch. The sensation is nothing like the experiments or the harsh tests; it’s intimate, personal, and filled with an affection that overwhelms you. As she continues, you can’t hold back the whimpers and pleas that escape your lips, begging for release.

Hearing your pleas, Alcina finally pushes her fingers inside you, her tongue never ceasing its tender assault. She brings you to the edge again and again, each orgasm more intense than the last, until you’re left trembling in her arms, utterly spent.

When it’s over, Alcina holds you close, her breath mingling with yours as you both lie together, tangled in the aftermath of your shared passion. For a moment, all the worries and plans fade away, leaving only the warmth of her embrace and the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat against your ear.

In that quiet, intimate moment, the two of you find a sense of peace that neither the lab nor the outside world could ever offer.

~*~

In the morning, you and Alcina share a quiet embrace before stepping out of her room. The hug feels brief but meaningful—a silent promise that things are changing between you. As you part ways, you head to the gym, letting your body stretch and burn away the tension that has built up over the past few days. After an hour-long workout, you return to find Alcina seated at her desk, focused on her screen.

She looks up as you enter, a small smile playing on her lips. “Charlie sent an email,” she begins. “The training sessions will be from Monday to Friday, with different times each day. Her lab assistant will come to pick you up when it’s time.”

You nod, mentally preparing yourself for the routine. Before you can ask about the rest of her schedule, Alcina continues, “Also, the facility has developed some new… devices, and they want you to test them.”

You blink, caught off guard. “You mean... adult toys?”

Alcina chuckles softly. “Yes. They want feedback on the pros and cons. I’ll collect your observations and write a report based on your experience.”

Before you can respond, her assistant enters, carrying a tray with at least ten different toys, each with a unique design. You glance at Alcina, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks. “So... do you want me to test them myself... or…?”

Alcina laughs again, clearly amused by your hesitation. “Of course, it would be better if you could test them on your own, but I know it might be difficult to evaluate each one thoroughly. So, I suggest you lie down on the examination table, and I’ll help you with them, one by one.”

You swallow, trying to keep your voice steady. “When do we need to submit the report?”

Alcina checks her tablet. “In a week. We’ll probably test two or three toys a day.”

Taking a deep breath, you lie down on the examination table, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. Alcina approaches with a chair, positioning herself close. She gently spreads your legs apart, her touch firm but careful. “Would you like to be restrained? You might struggle if the sensations become too intense.”

You hesitate, your heart racing. “Okay…”

Alcina arches a brow. “Okay what?”

Feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, you stammer, “Please... please restrain me.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips—she’s enjoying this. After securing your restraints, Alcina applies a generous amount of lubricant to the first toy. It’s textured, like a drill, with ribs spiraling around its length. She inserts it slowly, and you feel the ribs massage your inner muscles. Your body clenches around the toy automatically with each subtle movement.

Alcina turns on the vibration mode, but at first, you don’t feel much. Then, she turns it to a higher setting. The toy begins to swirl inside you, and you gasp at the sudden, intense sensation. Alcina nods thoughtfully. “I see why it has those ribs now,” she muses, watching your reactions closely.

After testing the first toy, Alcina carefully notes down your feedback, asking about every detail—the texture, the vibration, the sensations it triggered. You move through three different toys, each with its own unique features and effects, before Charlie’s assistant arrives at 2 p.m. to take you for your session.

The session with Charlie is brief but focused. She spends the hour stimulating your sensitive areas, both internally and externally, recording your body’s responses with meticulous care. By the time the session ends, you feel a mix of exhaustion and strange exhilaration.

As you step out of Charlie’s lab, you notice Helena already there, speaking with Alcina, a stack of papers in her hands. You wait nearby until Alcina glances up from her computer and nods. Helena waves you over, gesturing for you to sit beside her on the sofa while Alcina continues working on her report.

Helena gives you a warm smile. “How do you feel after the competition?”

You shrug slightly. “I don’t feel much different… just glad I got 7th place. But… the experimental room, 4E, was terrifying.”

Helena nods understandingly. “Ah, yes. Room 4E can be quite intimidating.”

You hesitate, then ask, “Who was the woman there?”

Helena’s expression softens. “Her name is Charlotte. She’s one of the judges. Her role is to communicate with clients and ensure the quality of each subject in the facility. Once the higher-ups recommend a subject, after a period of observation, the subject has to pass her judgment based on the client’s requirements.”

You notice Alcina stop typing for a moment, her gaze flickering over to you before she resumes her work. “She was… scary,” you admit.

Helena chuckles softly. “I know. But it’s necessary for the kind of work we do here.”

You sigh, your mind still racing with questions. Helena continues to ask about your emotions, probing gently but persistently. You tell her you feel okay, that things are slowly becoming less numb. She nods and encourages you to keep up the physical touch and express your feelings.

But as she speaks, a new worry settles in your mind—will you be treated as a product and face Charlotte again? Will you ever be more than just a number, a test subject with a name and a list of measurements? The uncertainty gnaws at you, even as Helena’s calm voice tries to soothe your concerns.

Alcina finally finishes her work and joins you, her expression unreadable. She sits beside you, her presence reassuring, but you can’t shake the uneasy feeling that this is just the beginning of something far more complex than you could have ever imagined.

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A few days later, after your lunch break, you return to the lab, expecting to see Alcina. Instead, her lab assistants greet you and inform you that Alcina has gone to the west wing for a meeting. One of them continues, “She asked us to initiate your routine of vibration stimulation for an hour. You need to orgasm at least three times. After that, you can go to the library and wait for her there.”

You nod in compliance, trying to mentally prepare yourself for what’s ahead. You settle onto the examination table, and the assistants begin the routine, the familiar hum of the devices surrounding you. As the vibrations start, you focus on the sensations coursing through your body, trying to meet the requirements set for you.

Meanwhile, Alcina sits in a conference room in the west wing, meeting with someone from the higher-ups. A woman introduces herself, “You must be Dr. Dimitrescu.” Alcina rises and shakes her hand. “I’m Charlotte. Please, have a seat.”

Charlotte begins, “First of all, I’m surprised you would like to be one of our clients, and you even made a deposit. You’re a scientist here, and you’re running programs with a subject. I’d like to know your intentions. To tell you the truth, I’ve never expected to ask this question of a client before.”

Alcina takes a deep breath and starts explaining. “After Aliya was transferred to Dr. Harper and then sent back to me, she was numb, like a shell of her former self. I’ve been taking care of her, bringing her back slowly, step by step. Aliya needs me.”

Charlotte frowns slightly. “How can you be so sure?”

Alcina’s eyes narrow slightly with determination. “I’ve watched her, trained her back to a state close to normalcy. As her caretaker and scientist, I don’t want to see Aliya numb again. I certainly don’t want to send a numb subject to clients.”

Charlotte leans back in her chair. “Dr. Dimitrescu, this might violate our working guidelines. Have you—”

“I understand,” Alcina interjects firmly, “but I’ve already reviewed those guidelines. They don’t say I can’t be a client. They only state that I cannot assist the subject in resigning, even if they don’t get chosen eventually.”

Charlotte nods, her expression thoughtful. “I see you’ve done your research.”

Alcina smiles confidently. “I’m a scientist. Study and research are what I do best.”

Charlotte considers for a moment. “I also want to discuss—besides Aliya, is there any other type of subject you’re interested in?”

Alcina shakes her head. “No. I only want Aliya.”

Charlotte makes a quick note. “I see what you’re after, and I understand that’s what you’ve signed up for, but that’s not how things work here. I can help list Aliya’s qualities on the necessary documents, but there are other clients interested in her as well. And as you already know, after her previous transfer, Aliya broke. If we transfer her again, we can’t guarantee she won’t break again. You might not succeed in securing Aliya.”

Alcina doesn’t miss a beat. “About that, I’d like you to help me. Transfer Aliya to Dr. Kendra for the observation stage. This time, I won’t play along. I’ll tell Aliya she’s about to be transferred to a client, but I won’t reveal it’s me. I’ve heard that you are the final judgment call, so you can examine her even further. I also want you to upgrade Aliya’s level.”

Charlotte tilts her head, considering Alcina’s words. Alcina continues, “If other scientists need more data for their experiments, they can schedule sessions with Aliya and conduct further tests. You have to admit, Aliya is one of the best here. She survived Dr. Harper’s program. She was numb, but she’s almost herself again. She has potential. If I can be her client, I’ll make sure she remains in her best condition.”

Charlotte seems convinced. “I understand your requirements now. Before moving her to the observation stage, I will need to collect more data. Please continue training her so she meets both your and the facility’s standards.”

Alcina nods. “Of course. That’s exactly what I signed up for.”

Charlotte makes another quick note on her tablet, then presses a button. “Congratulations, Dr. Dimitrescu. You are now one of our clients. Is there anything else you’d like to ask?”

Alcina hesitates slightly before speaking. “I do. If Aliya passes your judgment, what happens next?”

Charlotte smiles slightly. “If Aliya, or any other subject, passes my examination, we will invite the client for a 'product checking' procedure. The subject will demonstrate in a room while the client observes from behind a one-way mirror. I will guide the subject to fulfill every request I make. The client—you—will also need to give some orders to test the product. If the client is satisfied, the subject will be handcuffed, blindfolded, sedated, and then transferred to the client’s care.”

“I see,” Alcina murmurs, a hint of worry crossing her face.

Charlotte adds, “For now, just keep to your daily routines as I’ve outlined.”

“Will my supervisor be informed?” Alcina asks.

Charlotte nods. “To some extent, yes. However, since you’ve already signed the confidentiality agreement, your supervisor won’t know who Aliya’s client is. Also, to arrange the things you mentioned, I’ll need to discuss it with my colleagues and other supervisors. If there’s any new information, I’ll keep you posted."

Alcina nods once more. “Thank you.”

With that, Charlotte stands, and they shake hands again. Alcina leaves the meeting room, her thoughts racing, determined to see her plan through.

~*~

As the days pass, you notice subtle changes, though nothing feels particularly different to you. Yet Alcina consistently reassures you that you’re making steady progress. Her encouragement, though comforting, doesn’t erase the lingering unease that accompanies your every step.

One day, Alcina has to leave the lab for another meeting. Her demeanor is tense, her movements brisk as she gathers data and prepares her laptop. Before leaving, she turns to you and says, “Take a break for 15 minutes. Charlie’s assistant should be here soon.” You nod, watching her storm out of the lab with her laptop clutched tightly in her hands.

Alcina makes her way to her boss’s office, her mind racing. Upon entering, she’s greeted by Miranda, who is seated behind her imposing desk. Miranda gestures for Alcina to show her the report. Alcina hands over the laptop, trying to keep her expression neutral as Miranda reviews the data.

Miranda takes her time, reading through the report thoroughly. Finally, she looks up, her eyes locking onto Alcina’s. “It looks like your girl is ready for transfer again,” Miranda states, her tone calm but decisive.

Alcina feigns confusion, her brow furrowing as she forces herself to ask, “What do you mean? Are you going to transfer her back to Dr. Harper again?”

Miranda smiles, a calculated expression that does little to ease Alcina’s nerves. “Calm down, Alcina. Yes, Aliya is ready to move on to the next phase, but this time will be different. We believe the issue with Aliya’s last transfer was that Dr. Harper didn’t engage her in the program properly, and that’s why she broke.”

Alcina bites back a retort, thinking, Yeah, right, but she knows better than to voice her true thoughts. Instead, she keeps her expression carefully neutral.

Miranda continues, “So, she’ll be with you for one more week, and then she will be transferred to Dr. Kendra.”

“Kendra?” Alcina echoes, trying to mask the relief in her voice.

“Yes,” Miranda confirms. “You and Dr. Kendra have worked together before, and Aliya responded well during the Switch Program. We’ve decided that Dr. Kendra will handle the observation stage. Aliya will be under her care for a month until she’s ready for the next phase.”

Alcina feels a surge of relief. Everything is falling into place according to her plan. It seems Helena and Charlotte have managed everything well, just as they had agreed. But she knows she must tread carefully.

“What’s the next phase?” Alcina asks, though she already knows the answer.

Miranda’s expression remains unchanged as she explains, “She will be examined thoroughly by one of the higher-ups. If she passes, she will be presented to the client who chose her for a final evaluation. Alcina, no matter how much you like this subject, it’s time to let go.”

The words hit Alcina harder than she expected. She feels tears welling up in her eyes, but she knows this isn’t about losing Aliya—it’s about the intense pressure and the stakes that have been building up. She nods, forcing herself to stay composed. “I understand,” she says, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside her.

As Alcina leaves the meeting, her mind races. She has one week left with you before the transfer to Dr. Kendra. One week to prepare you, to ensure everything goes according to plan. But most importantly, she needs to find a way to tell you about the transfer without revealing that she’s the client waiting on the other side.

The weight of what she must do presses heavily on her, but Alcina knows she has no choice. Everything she’s done has led to this moment, and she won’t let anything jeopardize her plan now.

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A few days later, you see Kendra entering the lab. Your heart skips a beat—Kendra always brings with her a sense of authority mixed with a strange warmth. She notices you right away, and with a gentle smile, she places her arm around your shoulders. “How are you doing, sweetheart?” she asks.

You answer, “I’m good,” but the words come out flat, not quite capturing the complexity of your feelings.

Kendra tilts your chin, studying your face with keen eyes. “I can tell that you’re not as numb right now,” she observes, and you feel a small flutter of pride. Her approval, however mild, is something you have come to value.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

Kendra smiles, but there’s a hint of something unreadable in her eyes. “I have some things to discuss with her,” she replies, glancing over to Alcina.

Alcina finishes typing her report and turns her attention to you both. “Hello, Kendra,” she says, her tone polite but guarded. “Let’s talk in my office.”

Before she leaves, Alcina looks at you. “Take your lunch break and spend an hour in the library,” she instructs, her voice steady. “I want to examine your status later this afternoon.”

A strange feeling creeps over you—there’s something in Alcina’s tone, something just a little different. It’s subtle, but enough to make you wonder if she’s hiding something.

As you leave for lunch, Alcina and Kendra disappear into her office, and the door closes behind them. Inside, they sit down, and the tension in the room is palpable.

Kendra is the first to speak. “Your girl is about to transfer to me. Does Aliya know that?” she asks, getting straight to the point.

Alcina shakes her head. “I haven’t told her yet,” she admits.

Kendra’s eyes narrow slightly, but there’s a hint of understanding there. “I know what happened last time,” she says gently. “Are you going to tell her?”

Alcina nods. “Yes, I will examine her status one last time and tell her she will be transferred to you two days later.”

Kendra studies Alcina’s face, and it’s clear she senses the sadness in her eyes. But Alcina keeps her expression controlled, knowing she can’t reveal the client’s identity—not even to Kendra. When Kendra attempts to comfort her, saying this is just part of their role as scientists and that she’s done well in training you, Alcina only responds with a quiet, “I know.”

Kendra continues, “According to the information I received, it doesn’t say you can’t visit Aliya while the ownership is transferred to another scientist.” She watches Alcina closely for a reaction.

Alcina shakes her head. “I won’t visit Aliya unless you think it’s necessary,” she replies. “I know that visiting constantly isn’t good for her or for me.”

Kendra nods, but there’s a playful glint in her eyes. “You don’t mind if I push her further, do you?”

Alcina’s voice is firm. “I don’t mind. She should be pushed further as well, just… don’t make her cry.”

Kendra raises an eyebrow, amused. “Aww,” she teases, her tone mocking but light.

Alcina sighs, feeling the weight of Kendra’s playful taunts. “I know she likes you,” she admits. “And I believe she won’t disobey you. Just… give her a little time to adjust to the fact that I won’t be there for her.”

Kendra chuckles. “Someone’s being jealous and protective,” she says with a smirk.

Alcina sighs again, deeper this time, feeling the pressure from all sides. She knows Kendra isn’t entirely wrong. There’s a tension in her chest that she can’t ignore, a mixture of dread and determination. The clock is ticking, and soon, you will be transferred. She just hopes she can find the right words to prepare you—and herself—for what’s coming next.

~*~

Alcina returns to the lab in the afternoon, just as you finish your hour in the library. The morning session with Charlie is behind you, leaving the rest of the day, even into the evening, for you and Alcina to spend together. There’s a heaviness in the air, a sense of purpose. “I want to examine how your body responds,” Alcina says, her voice steady. “Including your emotional responses.” You nod, allowing her and her assistants to gently restrain you on the bed.

Alcina places two electric pads on your most sensitive spot, then positions an automatic machine with a rubber toy between your legs. Once activated, the toy moves steadily in and out of you, while the pads send electric waves to your sensitive area. At first, the sensations are bearable, even mild. But soon, as the waves intensify, pain starts to mix with pleasure, building until it feels as if you’re on the verge of a peak that never arrives.

Alcina watches your face, observing how you try to bear the pain and pleasure. “Endure for another ten minutes,” she instructs, “and I’ll let you cum.” Her words are firm but gentle, and you do your best to comply.

Ten minutes later, Alcina doesn’t remove the pads. Instead, she increases their intensity. You scream, feeling the electricity coursing through you, and Alcina adds a vibration wand directly on your sensitive spot. The combined sensations are overwhelming, creating a powerful wave of pleasure that crashes over you, and within a minute, you climax.

But Alcina doesn’t stop. The machine continues, and you’re caught in a storm of sensations. You can barely breathe, struggling to keep up. Alcina pulls the wand away just briefly, instructing, “Breathe, Aliya. You can’t predict when this will stop. Control your breathing, even if it’s unbearable.”

“Dr. Dimitrescu, the data shows the subject is at the dangerous edge, should we...?” one of her assistants starts, but Alcina ignores the question, her hand gliding softly over your body, tracing the lines of your skin. You try to catch your breath, begging her to stop, feeling like you might break.

“Very good,” she whispers. “Now, I want one more orgasm.” You scream again, and your body obeys, giving in to another climax. Finally, Alcina stops. She measures the size of your swollen clit, watching closely until it cools down. “Good girl,” she murmurs, rubbing your head softly.

That night, as usual, you find yourself in Alcina’s chamber, sipping hot chocolate. But Alcina’s expression is different—her eyes are distant, troubled. You don’t say anything, sensing she needs time to find her words. Eventually, she breaks the silence.

“Aliya,” she begins softly, “do you know how much progress you’ve achieved so far? You should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you,” you reply, feeling a small flutter of pride mixed with fear.

Alcina takes a deep breath. “I’ll be straight with you,” she continues, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “You are about to be transferred to one of the clients.”

Your heart skips a beat. “What…?” you manage to whisper.

“You will be transferred to Kendra first under my boss’s instructions,” she explains.

“When…?” you ask, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.

“In two days.”

The silence stretches between you, heavy and unbearable. You can’t hold back any longer; you start to cry, curling into yourself, hugging your legs. Alcina gently takes your hands and pulls you up, guiding you onto her lap, holding you close in her arms. “I know you can do it,” she whispers. “I have faith in you.” She kisses your forehead, her lips warm and soft against your skin. “You are the best subject I’ve ever had.”

She explains what will happen next: the observation stage under Kendra’s watch, then the final examination initiated by Charlotte. If you pass, Charlotte will lead you to demonstrate in front of the client who chose you. “I want you to be brave. Can you do that for me, Aliya?”

“I don’t want to leave you…” you sob, tears streaming down your face.

Alcina’s arms tighten around you, comforting. “I know, but you like Kendra too. She will take care of you. No matter what the future holds, you need to believe in yourself. You can do this.”

“So… tomorrow will be the last day?” you ask, your voice breaking.

Alcina gently taps your back. “I’m afraid so.”

“Are you going to train the next subject?” you ask, your voice small and hesitant.

Alcina sighs, a long, deep sound. “I have no idea. I’m still waiting for further instructions. But tomorrow, after you come back from Charlie’s last session, I want to do a last, intense examination on you. I want you to show me how strong you are. Can you do that for me?”

You nod slightly, still held in her arms. “Come,” she says softly, “let’s go to bed. It’s not good for you to miss sleep.”

Alcina carries you to the bed, and the two of you slide under the blanket together. She hugs you close, her body warm against yours, her breath steady and calming.”Everything is going to be fine, my dear Aliya,” she murmurs, but you can’t help but wonder if she truly believes it.

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The next morning, Alcina has arranged a special breakfast just for you, knowing it’s your last day together. The table is covered with your favorite finger sandwiches, puddings, macaroons, a fresh salad, coffee milk, and almond milk with chocolate. When you walk into the living room, freshly washed and dressed, Alcina greets you with a warm hug. You both sit down, and the sight of all the food makes your tears well up again. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself to be strong. This is the last day, and you must make it count.

As you eat, you ask, “Do you know who will be my client?”

Alcina shakes her head. “The facility hasn’t revealed that to me, not even to my boss.”

You sigh, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity. “Do you know who the clients are?”

“It could be anyone,” Alcina replies. “But I know they must have a certain level of wealth. They even have to make a deposit first, and they only request the best of the best subjects, to do… anything they desire.”

You lower your gaze to the table. “To fulfill their desires, maybe.”

Alcina reaches over, tapping your shoulder gently. “Stop worrying about it. We still have a full day, and lots to do.”

You nod and try to focus on the food, savoring each bite. You eat at least five mini macaroons and three puddings, knowing you may never have the chance to enjoy them again. As you finish breakfast, Alcina hugs you again, her embrace warm and comforting.

“Later, I may be strict with you,” she warns, her tone already shifting. “And my tone won’t be as nice as it is now. I want to make sure that you’re ready. Promise me you’ll be brave.”

You nod. “I will, Alcina.” You silently promise yourself not to let her down.

As usual, she sends you to the gym for an hour-long workout while she prepares everything for later in the lab. When you return, the lab door slides open, and you see Alcina standing there, her demeanor changed but still welcoming you with your routine hug.

“Are you ready?” she asks.

You nod again. She restrains you on a chair, inserting a metal bar inside you and attaching the familiar red-wire device to your sensitive spot. She blindfolds and gags you before speaking softly. “I’m going to edge you for an hour, and I don’t want to hear you beg.”

She activates the machines, and you feel the electricity begin to pulse through you. The vibrations and the sensations intensify, and you try to focus on staying calm, not letting yourself get overwhelmed. When your desire reaches a certain level, the device sends a shockwave directly to your clit, causing you to squirm in your restraints. It used to be unbearable, but you try to maintain a numbness, keeping your body from crossing the line. Your clit throbs painfully, but you manage to endure.

An hour passes, and Alcina removes the blindfold and gag, telling you to move your jaw. Then, she moves you to a small bench, restraining you in a kneeling position with your stomach down. You feel her insert something in your anal, not very deep, and slide a rubber cock into your dripping opening. She attaches a device to your clit again and rubs your head gently. “Do not come, or there will be consequences.”

The machines start again, and you suddenly understand that the toys penetrate you at different rhythms; when one pulls out, the other pushes in. The device on your clit is set to a low vibration, but after the earlier edging, it’s already swollen and hypersensitive. It’s even harder not to orgasm.

“Please stop… I can’t hold it anymore,” you beg. “Or… could you let me cum? Please?”

Alcina walks in front of you, squats down, and grabs your chin. “It’s your responsibility to hold it,” she says firmly. “Hold for another hour, and we’ll talk.” She stands up again, and you feel the sharp kiss of a riding crop on your bare back, your thighs, your calves, and even your feet. Whenever you feel you’re close and start to beg for release, Alcina strikes you harder with the crop. The pain distracts you just enough to calm down, but only a little. You’re about to cum when Alcina suddenly says, “Very good,” and stops the machine. You sigh in relief, your body trembling.

Alcina doesn’t remove your restraints. Instead, she takes off the vibration device from your clit and pulls out the toy from your anal, only to insert another one. You feel something cool, and she activates the machines again. Strong electric waves pulse from your anal to your core, while the toy in your opening speeds up. You moan, struggling to hold yourself together as the sensations build. Alcina continues to strike you with the riding crop, pushing you to your limits.

Another hour passes, and Alcina finally removes all the devices from you. She instructs you to take a break for lunch and maybe take a nap. “The most intense part hasn’t come yet,” she warns.

You nod, feeling exhausted but determined. You won’t let Alcina down. You head to the small adjoining room, where a simple meal awaits. Your body is sore, your mind foggy, but you eat and try to rest. You know the hardest part is still ahead, and you have to be ready.

~*~

You try to take a nap after lunch, knowing the afternoon will be intense, but as soon as you close your eyes, memories of Dr. Harper’s cruel training flood your mind. The fear creeps in again, despite Alcina’s reassurance that you’ll be transferred to Kendra. Even though Kendra showed up yesterday, confirming Alcina’s words, you can’t shake off the terrifying thought of ending up with another scientist or, worse, an unknown client. Your heart races with anxiety.

In the afternoon, you return to the lab. When Alcina sees you, she frowns slightly but doesn’t comment. Instead, she asks, “Did you get some rest during the lunch break?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“Good,” she replies, her expression unreadable. She explains that she wants to test your strength and endurance. “I won’t gag you, but I want to see how long you can hold the urge to beg.”

Alcina puts a pair of handcuffs on your wrists and hangs them up to a metal frame above the bed. She attaches a vibrating device to your clit, inserts a metal bar inside you, and slides a thin device into your anal. Your legs are spread apart and cuffed to the sides of the bed, leaving you kneeling on the mattress. Before she activates the machines, her fingers linger on your chin, trailing down your neck, over your shoulders, and across your breasts and stomach, before sliding down to your thighs. Her eyes never leave yours, and there’s a mysterious smile on her lips.

Then, Alcina activates the machines. She moves behind you, her fingertips slowly sliding along your spine and down your back. The combination of her touch and the devices drives you to the edge almost immediately. You moan in pleasure, feeling the heat build quickly within you.

“Remember to breathe,” she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. Her hands slide over your chest, playing with your sensitive tips, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. The stimulation grows more intense over time, and you can feel the electricity and vibrations getting stronger and stronger.

After an hour, the vibrations become more than you can bear, and you can’t hold back any longer. “Alcina… Please… have mercy, please… stop,” you beg, your voice breaking.

Alcina turns around and checks the data on the monitor with her assistants, nodding with apparent satisfaction. She briefly tells you that you’ve surpassed the standard, enduring a level 8 of electricity when you could only handle up to level 5 before. She instructs her assistants to compile a report, then walks back to you, gently removing all the devices and freeing your wrists.

Alcina smiles and takes your hand. “Even though you passed the standard, you still failed mine. I was expecting you to last at least three hours.”

“I…” You struggle to find the right words, your clit still throbbing painfully from the torment.

Alcina pulls you off the bed and leads you out of the lab. “Alcina…” you start to say, but she guides you to another examination room without cameras. Once inside, she takes off her white coat and clothes, her movements forceful. She pushes you onto the bed.

“Alcina…?” you whisper, uncertain, but she presses her body against yours. Her fingers glide over your clit, making you moan. Her eyes are filled with a desire you’ve never seen before. She leans down and kisses you deeply. “You need to make up for the shortfall of two hours,” she murmurs.

Her hand rubs your sensitive spot harder, and you can’t help but moan her name, knowing you’re completely at her mercy. “Still so swollen… are you waiting for me to play with you like this?” she teases, her voice soft in your ear. “Cum for me.”

Her hand moves hastily against your hard nub. Instinctively, you try to push her hand away, but it’s useless. Your body responds to her almost instantly. As you cum, you plead, “Alcina… I’ve already cum with the devices, I…”

“You orgasmed for the machines, but not for me,” she corrects. “You’ve only cum for me once now, and I still want more.” She kisses you again, whispering, “You’re not going anywhere until I’m satisfied.”

She slides her fingers inside you, pushing in and out quickly while her tongue teases your tips. “You’re so wet, my darling,” she murmurs. You climax again, your body shaking with pleasure, but she doesn’t stop. She wears a strap-on, gently pushing the toy inside you and pinning your wrists above your head. She takes you over and over, pushing you beyond your limits.

After what feels like an eternity, Alcina finally removes the strap-on and lies beside you, holding you close. You kiss, your breaths mingling in the space between you. When the kiss breaks, you find the courage to ask, “Alcina… Do you mind if I… if I please you too?”

Her eyes soften. “You want to please me?”

“Yes, I want to try.”

Alcina nods and lets you take the lead. You gently lean in, kissing her cheeks and neck, your fingers gliding over her breasts, feeling the fullness beneath your hands. You slowly move your lips lower, your tongue teasing her tips, drawing moans from her. You make your way down to the place between her legs, seeing her moisture glistening. Tentatively, you begin rubbing and teasing her sensitive spot with your fingers. Alcina’s moans grow louder, her hands gripping your hair as you start to lick her.

You slip your fingers inside her, feeling her clench around you, her body reacting to every touch. Everything feels surreal as you bring her to orgasm, her body shuddering beneath you. She quickly pushes you away, catching her breath. “Your tongue is amazing,” she whispers, pulling you close and kissing you deeply.

Her hand slides between your legs again, stimulating you until you cum within minutes. But she doesn’t stop. She holds you in her arms, fingers sliding inside you again, driving you to another level of pleasure. You squirm in overstimulation, but she keeps going until you both finally calm down, breathless and spent.

Alcina kisses you softly. “You’re the best subject I’ve ever had, Aliya, and I will miss you.”

Tears well up in your eyes. “I will miss you too, Alcina.”

Chapter Text

As the session with Alcina ends, she tells you, “You’ll need to stay in your room tonight. The ownership transfer will take effect tomorrow, and Kendra’s assistant will escort you to her lab and then to her area. Starting tomorrow, this area will be forbidden to you, and your keycard access will change accordingly.”

You nod, absorbing the weight of her words. The reality of the impending change settles in like a cold stone in your stomach. You decide to take a shower, hoping the hot water will soothe your nerves, and then spend your final moments in the library—your sanctuary, a place Alcina helped arrange for you.

Once in the library, you pick up a novel about a pirate, a mermaid, and a lost treasure. You’ve been reading this book for a while, and you’re determined to finish it tonight. You lose yourself in the tale, imagining the rough seas, the pirate’s rugged face, and the glint in the mermaid’s eyes. As you read, you discover that the legendary treasure turns out to be a deadly trap. The pirate, misled by myth, awakens a sea monster, and his life ends violently. The mermaid, however, escapes just in time to protect the sea once again.

You can’t help but wonder if your situation mirrors the pirate’s fate. If you had escaped that day when Helena offered access, almost reaching the level 4 door, would your life be different now? Or would you have fallen into the hands of a crueler client? Maybe Helena intended to let you go, to test you… Would running have led you to freedom or into a trap much worse than this one?

Finishing the book, you sit back, lost in thought. Just then, Alcina walks in, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. She sits beside you, and you both savor the warmth of the drink. “I will miss this,” you murmur, your voice tinged with sadness.

“Me too,” Alcina replies softly. Her fingers reach out and brush your chin. “You have cream at the corner of your lips,” she says with a small smile before leaning in to kiss you gently.

“Promise me you’ll behave, alright?” Alcina says, her tone more serious. “Kendra’s job is only to observe you for the next month. She might do some things to keep your senses sharp, but don’t try to escape or disobey her. Can you do that?”

You nod. “I will behave.”

“Will Kendra’s area have a library too?” you ask, hoping for a small comfort.

Alcina shrugs slightly. “It’s hard to say. From what I know, she has two more subjects to handle. But you can always ask if there’s no library.”

You lower your eyes to the ground, feeling a mixture of anxiety and sorrow. “Can Kendra grant me access to this place to see you? Or… could you check on me?” you ask hesitantly.

Alcina sighs softly, her gaze distant for a moment. “It’s best if I don’t visit you,” she explains. “You’ll be examined by Charlotte in a month. If you’re still thinking about me instead of focusing on your future, the client might reject you. You could be forced to start over or end up in a stricter experiment. The facility didn’t brainwash all of you because they don’t want robots. Don’t give them a reason to change their minds.”

After finishing the hot chocolate, Alcina hugs you tightly one last time, her warmth pressing against you, before walking you back to your room. As the door begins to close, she smiles softly. “See you around, my dear.”

The door locks automatically at 9 p.m., sealing you in. The room feels emptier than ever. You look around, feeling an ache in your chest. When did you start feeling something for Alcina? It seems impossible—ridiculous, even—for a subject to fall in love with a scientist. And yet, here you are, struggling with emotions that feel both wrong and inevitable.

You climb onto your bed, wrapping your arms around yourself, feeling the coldness seep in. For the first time, you feel truly alone. As you lie there, you realize that sooner or later, you must face the truth: you are just a subject in this place, nothing more. Your fate is not yours to control. It never was.

~*~

The next morning, after breakfast, an unfamiliar face appears at your door. She introduces herself as Kendra’s assistant, and you nod in acknowledgment, offering a polite greeting. She motions for you to follow, and you find yourself moving through familiar halls for the last time. As you pass the library and Alcina’s lab, you feel a lump form in your throat. You know that you’ll never return to these places again. Your eyes well up, but you hold back the tears until you step through the door to Kendra’s section. The assistant swipes her card, and as the door closes behind you, your tears finally fall, silent and unnoticed.

You remind yourself that you like Kendra. But perhaps, to you, she is just a “friendly scientist,” a figure that pales in comparison to what you shared with Alcina. You step into Kendra’s lab, trying to wipe away the tears discreetly. Kendra greets you with a calm smile and informs you that she has two other subjects to train. “Since your transfer to me is only for observation, as long as you do not misbehave, everything will be fine,” she assures you. “You will be examined only once a day for three hours. In your free time, you can use the gym or test yourself with the machines under controlled conditions, initiated by my assistant, Gloria.”

You take a deep breath and ask, “Do you have a library in this section?”

“I don’t,” Kendra replies, “but I can bring some books from the library in Alcina’s area to your room.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, grateful for even a small gesture of kindness.

Kendra studies you for a moment. “We still have some time, so I want to do a quick check on you.” She instructs you to lie down on the bed in her lab and begins attaching several pads to your body. While the machines detect your body’s conditions, she says softly, “You feel sad, don’t you?”

You don’t answer, keeping your gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“You don’t seem as happy or energetic as usual,” Kendra continues, her voice gentle but probing. “At least not the same as when you were with Alcina.”

You remain silent, feeling a familiar numbness creeping over you. After she collects the basic data, she helps you sit up. “You know, you can’t act like this forever. I’ll try to talk to my boss and see if I can get information about the next phase. If they want you to be like this, that would be great. But if not, well, you’ll need to adjust your mindset and behavior. I can’t guarantee what will happen if you don’t pass the observation stage.”

You see the concern in her eyes, and you remember your promise to Alcina to be brave and to behave. You take a deep breath and say, “I understand.”

Kendra nods, satisfied for now, and initiates a three-hour session. It’s primarily focused on discipline. She explains that if you see her in the lab before a session, you must kneel with your hands behind your back, looking up at her, much like Dr. Harper’s old rules. If you feel the urge to climax, you must ask for permission. You are not to touch her unless she explicitly allows it.

Everything she says feels starkly different from your sessions with Alcina. Alcina had her rules, but they were simpler—obey her orders unconditionally. Here, there are regulations, procedures, and rigid expectations. The punishments come swiftly and frequently. Kendra’s demeanor is more clinical, more restrained than when you had that secret session with her before.

After the session, you’re exhausted, both mentally and physically. Kendra’s assistant, Gloria, escorts you to your new room. It’s a bit bigger than your old one, but it feels just as sterile and cold. Gloria mentions that she'll arrange for a bookshelf and some books for you, explaining the rules—mostly the same as before, but your mind is elsewhere.

You can’t stop wondering what the next month will be like under Kendra’s watch. Her rules and demeanor already make it clear that things won’t be the same. You find yourself longing for the familiar, for the warmth of Alcina’s touch, for the unpredictable kindnesses she sometimes showed you. But those thoughts are dangerous now. They could lead to mistakes, to missteps that could cost you everything.

You sit on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the wall, trying to steel yourself for what’s to come. You promised Alcina you’d be brave, that you’d behave. But you can’t help feeling a deep, sinking sense of loss. This new room, these new rules—they feel like a prison within a prison, and you wonder how you will endure.

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The days blend into a repetitive rhythm of discipline sessions and routine exercises. For a week, Kendra is relentless, ensuring you learn and remember every rule by heart. She restrains you on a chair or secures you onto the bed in the lab, pushing your senses to the brink. The sessions are long, methodical, and demanding, but you comply. Every morning or afternoon, after Kendra is satisfied with her tests, you spend an hour in the gym, pushing your body to stay in shape, to remain fit and ready for whatever comes next. Then, back in your room, you immerse yourself in the novels Gloria brings you from Alcina’s section, seeking solace in words and stories.

One afternoon, after a session that seems to blur like the rest, Kendra studies the data on her tablet. Her brow furrows slightly, and she murmurs, “Your data looks great, basically keeping it at a certain level and above the standards, but only just.” She sighs, as if considering something important. “It’s not that I want to push you beyond the limits of the human body, I…” Kendra stops mid-sentence, her words trailing off into a heavy silence.

You look at her, confused by her sudden pause. “What is it?” you ask.

Kendra hesitates for a moment, and then, with a softness you haven’t seen in her before, she asks, “Do you want to see Alcina?”

Your heart skips a beat, and your first instinct is to say “yes.” The impulse is immediate, almost uncontrollable, but then you remember Alcina’s words: “It’s best if I don’t visit you.” You realize that if you see her again, it will only make leaving harder. You try to steady your breath, pushing down the rising emotion. Finally, you shake your head, forcing out the words. “No. I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Kendra reaches out, her hand gently stroking your arm. “You will be fine,” she says softly. There is a sincerity in her voice that makes you want to believe her, but it doesn’t quite reach you. She pauses, searching your face, then adds, “I know how much you like Alcina, and I hate to say this, but your title is a subject.”

Kendra pulls you into a hug, and you let her, but the embrace feels hollow, empty. Her arms are around you, but they don’t comfort you the way Alcina’s did. The emptiness in your heart only seems to grow, the void becoming more profound. You force a smile, trying to mask the ache inside.

You realize that the final phase is approaching, that soon this chapter with Kendra will end, and another unknown one will begin. You know you must stay strong. Alcina trusted you to face this with courage, and you won’t let her down. You can’t.

You pull back from Kendra’s hug, giving her a nod. “Thank you,” you say, though you’re not sure if you mean it. Your voice is steady, but inside, you feel the weight of all that’s to come. Kendra seems to understand, and she gives you a small, supportive smile before turning back to her work.

For now, you must continue to endure, to survive, knowing that each day is bringing you closer to an end—an end to this experiment, to this life as a subject, or perhaps to something else entirely.

~*~

Before the end of the month, Kendra tells you that the data from your observation stage looks promising and that she will send out the report tomorrow. You feel a strange mix of relief and dread. A few days later, Kendra receives an email from the higher-ups. Her eyes widen as she reads it, surprise evident on her face. “You’ll need to be in Examination Room 4B in the west wing for at least six hours,” she explains. “And I won’t be allowed to stay and watch.”

You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure. The email is from Charlotte—just as Alcina had warned you. Memories of Charlotte’s cold, clinical demeanor and her reputation for ruthlessness flash through your mind. The next day, after lunch, Kendra escorts you to the west wing. You stop outside Examination Room 4B. She gives you a brief hug, her expression tense. “Good luck,” she whispers.

As you step inside, the door closes behind you with a hiss. There’s no blood test this time, so you walk quickly through the aisle, your heart pounding. The next door slides open, and you see Charlotte standing beside a white chair—the same kind used in the last competition. Your gaze meets hers, and you remember the last time you were in this room. You remember her command to kneel, so without thinking, you drop to your knees.

Charlotte chuckles softly, her high heels clicking against the floor as she approaches you. She reaches out and rubs your head. “Good girl,” she purrs, then extends her hand to you. “Stand up.”

You take her hand, and she guides you to the chair. You expect it to restrain you immediately, but it doesn’t. Charlotte begins to explain the next six hours. “First, I’ll examine your status to ensure you’re in peak condition,” she says. “Then, I’ll test how your body responds to various stimulations. For the last three hours, I’ll inject a medicine to amplify your senses.” Her smile is sharp, almost predatory. “I want you to let go of everything and immerse yourself in ecstasy.”

She mentions the reports she received from Alcina a month ago and from Kendra three days ago. “You’ve maintained yourself above the standard, which is impressive,” she admits. “But I want to see if you can make progress with the medicine—something beyond what you’ve shown before.”

Charlotte instructs you to undress and sit back on the chair. This time, the restraints snap into place immediately. Before you begin, she warns, “The system can detect your moans—whether they’re from pleasure or pain. If it’s pleasure, the intensity will increase. If it’s pain, it will decrease. And if you hold your breath too long, the system will notify me to decide whether to stop the examination.”

The experiment begins with a lubricated rubber cock slowly entering you, moving in and out without stimulating your external sensitive areas. Two small devices are attached to your nipples, sending random jolts of electricity through you, making your body jolt. A steel bar inserts itself into your anal, sending waves of electricity to your clit. Charlotte measures the size of your clit without touching, using a ruler.

Four strange devices appear around you, like little tongues, licking your waist, neck, and even your cheeks, making you squirm. The chair extends a robotic arm holding a vibrator, which begins circling your clit. Your moans of pleasure fill the room, and the system responds by increasing the intensity, quickly bringing you to an orgasm. The robotic arm withdraws, but the other devices continue their assault. Moments later, another robotic arm brings a small tube that suctions and releases, mimicking a mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, and you cum again. The toy inside you is replaced with one that has an uneven surface, moving faster, while two more robotic arms vibrate against you, pushing you over the edge repeatedly.

After three hours of this, Charlotte pauses the experiment. You gasp for breath, your body trembling from the overstimulation. She injects a medicine into your arm, and you feel its effects almost immediately—an insatiable urge for more pleasure. You beg her to start again. She chuckles, amused, and resumes the process. Though the devices perform the same actions as before, everything feels more intense, more amplified. Even after you climax, the desire for more doesn’t fade. Your moans grow louder, and the system responds, escalating the stimulation.

At one point, you hold your breath too long from the intensity, and Charlotte lowers the levels briefly. “Breathe,” she commands, and you gasp for air, feeling lightheaded. She checks your vitals quickly before resuming, pushing you once again to your limits.

Near the end of the examination, you are overwhelmed, your body exhausted but still craving more. Charlotte finally stops the machines and helps you stand. Your legs tremble as you move to the bed nearby. She checks your pulse, her fingers firm against your skin. “You really do have potential,” she murmurs. “Even better than I imagined. Better than the time I saw you in the competition, and better than the results from the other two scientists.” She strokes your arm gently, almost affectionately.

“You’re ready to demonstrate in front of the client soon,” she says with a smile. “I’ll send an email to your client and your current caretaker to arrange the next phase in a week.”

As your pulse steadies, she calls Kendra to come to pick you up. When Kendra arrives, she looks relieved but also concerned as she helps you walk. Your legs still tremble, and you feel a flicker of happiness, but it’s fleeting. The reality of being transferred to an unknown client, a stranger, looms closer than ever.

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Five days later, Kendra approaches you with a mixture of concern and apprehension in her eyes. “I got an email from the higher-ups,” she tells you, her voice steady but with an undertone of tension. “Tomorrow afternoon, one of them will come to escort you to the east wing. You’ll be demonstrating your abilities for the client who chose you.”

You notice Kendra’s eyebrows furrow as she reads the email again. “The east wing?” she murmurs, almost to herself. The words make you frown. “Why does that surprise you?” you ask.

Kendra hesitates before explaining, “Most of the higher-ups work in the east wing. Only certain people are allowed access, and you need a level 3 keycard and a password to get in.” Her explanation triggers a memory in you—when Helena had posed as a subject, she used a level 3 keycard. But when you escaped from Dr. Harper, the areas you navigated only required a level 2 card.

You sink into your thoughts, trying to piece together what this could mean. Kendra, misinterpreting your silence, gently rubs your head. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she says softly. “I have a feeling that you’ll be fine.”

“How do you know?” you ask, searching her face for reassurance.

Kendra shrugs lightly, giving you a small smile. “Well, it’s the only comfort I can offer, right?”

You nod slightly, trying to absorb her words. She tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet her gaze. “Always believe in yourself, okay? You’re one of the best subjects here. And remember, I’ve seen worse. If the facility didn’t ask us to train you with piercing or blood-related stuff, you can still count yourself lucky. I’ve heard rumors about clients who enjoy playing with needles or blood.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought, and you shake your head to dispel the unsettling image. “Do I need to prepare anything?” you ask, hoping to focus on something practical.

Kendra checks the email again. “It doesn’t say you need to prepare anything. Just show up, and the facility will take care of the rest.”

The next morning, you follow your usual routine—working out in the gym for an hour and spending some time reading the last novel Gloria brought you. As the day wears on, you find yourself staring at the walls of your room, memories flooding back. The thought of leaving this place, leaving Alcina, Kendra, and even Charlie behind, feels surreal. This facility, despite everything, has become your world. And soon, you’ll be stepping into a new one—an unknown one.

As the clock nears 1 p.m., you return to the lab. Kendra is there, her expression a mix of sadness and hope. “The higher-ups should be here any minute,” she says. Then she hugs you tightly, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ve had so much fun with you these past weeks. I hope whoever the client is will treat you nicely.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, holding on for just a moment longer.

At exactly 1 o’clock, a woman in a black suit steps into the lab. She confirms your identity with a quick glance and then takes you by the arm, leading you away. As the door closes behind you, you catch one last glimpse of Kendra, her gentle smile and small wave a bittersweet farewell.

The east wing is vastly different from the west wing and the lab areas. There are more people in suits, though you still see some wearing lab coats. The woman says nothing as she clutches your arm, guiding you through a series of hallways and turns. You notice her keycard is a different color, granting access to restricted areas with ease.

Finally, you stop at a door labeled “Restricted Area.” The woman types in a password, and the door slides open. She gives you a gentle push inside before the door closes behind you with a soft click.

Inside, you find Charlotte, busy checking the machines and making final adjustments. The room is smaller, rectangular, with a white chair and a bed nearby. The chair faces a wide mirror, but as you look at it, you realize it’s likely a one-way mirror. You can only see yourself and Charlotte, but you’re certain that the client—whoever they are—is watching from the other side.

Charlotte presses a button, and a red light illuminates a corner of the room. “Take off your clothes and have a seat, Aliya,” she commands.

You nod, quickly doing as you’re told. As you sit down, Charlotte pushes you back to lean against the chair. She presses a button on the panel attached to it, and the restraints snap into place.

Charlotte’s demeanor shifts as she tilts your chin up to meet her gaze. “You’re going to show me what you can do within one hour. If the client likes you, they’ll give further orders to test you.”

You nod again, trying to keep your breathing steady as Charlotte activates the machine. A rubber cock emerges between your legs, visibly larger than the ones you’re used to. Before it inserts itself, a steel device slides into your anal, sending electric waves to your core. An arm rises from the left side of the chair, holding a pointed wand that starts to stimulate your clit. You moan instantly, unable to hold back. The rubber cock then slides into your already dripping opening, making you moan even louder.

Charlotte attaches two vibrating nipple clamps to you, amplifying your senses and building your desires even more. You can feel the system detecting your moans, as the intensity keeps leveling up. Fifteen minutes in, and you’ve already climaxed twice, but the devices don’t relent. By the time you reach your fifth orgasm, Charlotte suddenly stops the machines. The restraints release you, and you notice her holding a riding crop in her hand.

“Get up, and kneel on the ground,” she orders.

Exhausted, you still move quickly, kneeling beside her with your hands behind your back. “Very good,” Charlotte murmurs as she tilts your chin again. “I’m going to strike you ten times. I don’t want to hear a sound or see you move. Understood?”

You nod, “Yes.”

Charlotte circles around you, delivering the first strike to your back. Then she hits your thighs, your arms, your stomach, your breasts, and finally your feet. Each strike sends a sharp pain through you, but you bite your lip, refusing to cry out.

“Stand up,” she commands next. You obey, keeping your hands behind your back as she gently taps your sensitive spot with the riding crop. You squirm slightly but stay silent. Another quick strike lands on your buttocks, stinging more than the rest.

When the discipline ends, the hour is nearly up. Charlotte tells you to stand, and a moment later, half of the mirror displays text:

“Put her on the bed, bottoms up, and insert the metal bar inside her anal, and use a rubber toy to penetrate her from behind for the next five minutes" —From Client (1/3).”

Charlotte nods, and you follow her instructions, lying on the bed with your bottom raised. She inserts the metal bar inside you, followed by the rubber toy into your dripping opening. You moan loudly as the sensations overwhelm you. After five minutes, another message appears on the mirror:

“Can you use electricity to make her squirt?" — From Client (2/3).”

You realize that the facility designed this system to allow the client to give orders without revealing their identity. Charlotte leads you back to the chair, restraining you once more. She adjusts the chair’s height and angle, positioning your private area directly in front of her. Inserting a metal bar inside you, she picks up a familiar electric wand and begins to stimulate your clit.

The intensity is nearly unbearable, and Charlotte seems to know exactly how to push you to your limits. In just a few minutes, you find yourself climaxing, your body responding to her precise manipulations. As you catch your breath, the final order from the client appears on the mirror, sending a chill down your spine:

“Let her use any vibration tools to stimulate herself. I want a show." —From Client (3/3).”

Charlotte shows you a list of tools on her tablet, and you select the vibration wand, knowing it will bring you to orgasm quickly. She unlocks the restraints and hands you the tool. Opening your legs wide in front of the mirror, you start to stimulate yourself, circling around your clit. Your desires build rapidly, and you edge yourself once before finally letting yourself climax. But the urge for more drives you to continue, and you push yourself to cum a second time before Charlotte finally tells you to stop.

The room falls silent, the only sound your labored breathing as you rest in the chair. Charlotte stands in front of the screen attached to the chair, waiting for communication from the other side. After a while, you see her preparing a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

“Congratulations,” she says, approaching you with the syringe. She injects the liquid into your arm, and almost instantly, you feel a wave of dizziness. As your consciousness begins to fade, Helena’s words echo in your mind: “What’s your worth, Aliya?”

~*~

You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep, but when you wake up, you find yourself in a room that looks like a luxurious hotel suite, styled in a high-class, classic way. The setting instantly reminds you of Alcina’s room, and you’re surprised to see that you’re dressed in something other than the standard outfit you’re used to wearing. A light purple dress, cinched at the waist with a white ribbon, replaces the usual uniform. You stand up, feeling slightly disoriented, and start to wonder where the client is and where exactly you’ve been taken.

You take in your surroundings: the bedroom has a wardrobe area and an attached bathroom. You open the wardrobe to find it filled with a variety of clothing options—dresses, white shirts, T-shirts, pants, shorts, and skirts. There’s even a selection of shoes and heels. It feels almost like a miniature department store. The bathroom is spotless, organized, and inviting, yet you can’t shake the feeling of being trapped, despite the luxury around you.

You step back into the room, which opens into a living area. There’s no TV, but there’s a cozy set of sofas and a table, which is laden with desserts—puddings, macarons, cookies, candies, and chocolate chips. A small card on the table catches your eye: Welcome, and enjoy the desserts.

You stare at the treats, feeling a pang of suspicion. Are they poisoned? Is this some kind of trap? You notice a mini-bar near the door and try to open the door itself, but no matter how hard you pull, it doesn’t budge. You sigh, realizing that you’re in another kind of prison—albeit a much more luxurious one, likely for the client’s personal enjoyment.

You spot a digital clock on the wall, reading 07:25 p.m. If this is the client’s space, or a room they’ve provided for you, you’re certain they’ll appear soon. Moving to the window, you hope for a glimpse of the outside world, but when you lift the curtain, you find that the window is digital. Confusion grips you; the memories of Alcina’s room flood back. Where exactly are you? Could this whole client transfer be another trap or some elaborate conspiracy? You feel like you’re teetering on the edge of insanity.

Around 8 p.m., you hear a noise from outside the room—someone is using a keycard and typing in a password. Before the door opens, you quickly kneel beside the sofa, lowering your head and placing your hands behind your back. Your heart pounds in your chest. The person enters, the footsteps slow and deliberate. You see a pair of black high heels approach you, and you feel your breath catch—your client is a woman?

She extends a hand toward you, and when you look up, you’re met with a familiar pair of golden eyes. You gasp, “Alcina?”

“Hello, my dear,” she replies softly. You stand and throw yourself into her arms, feeling the warmth of her embrace. She holds you tightly and says, “You look great in this dress.” Tears spring to your eyes, and you begin to cry, overwhelmed by relief and emotion. Alcina just gently rubs your head, comforting you until you calm down.

When you manage to compose yourself, you ask, “What are you doing here? Did you come to save me? Where am I?”

Alcina gently leads you to the sofa, and you both sit down. She begins to explain, “I’m your client.”

Your mind struggles to process her words. “You…my client?”

She nods and explains that she had spoken to Helena, wanting to save you from the fate of being sold to an unknown client who might treat you poorly. They devised this plan, and Alcina signed the contract, made the deposit, and arranged for you to be transferred to Kendra for the observational phase. She was in the east wing with Helena, her boss Miranda, and other higher-ups, watching your demonstration with Charlotte.

You suddenly feel embarrassed and shy, remembering everything that happened. Alcina seems to sense your discomfort and reassures you, “You did great.” She then hands you a stack of papers, a pen, and a level 2 ID card. “What’s this?” you ask.

“Your new identity here,” she replies. She explains that you’re no longer a subject but a senior tester. If other scientists need more data for their experiments, they can schedule sessions with you to conduct further tests. “As your client, I will oversee your daily schedule, keep your senses sharp, and conduct any additional tests or examinations as needed.”

“So…this room is…” you begin, still piecing things together.

“Yes, your new room. It’s right next to mine. Since you’re no longer a subject, you’re allowed to leave the facility, but with limitations. You can take one day off per month, but it can’t exceed 24 hours, and you’ll need my approval first. All the regulations are listed in the contract. Make sure you read it closely, and I’ll help you submit the documents tomorrow morning. The facility will then send out an announcement to everyone.”

You place the papers on the sofa and hug her tightly. “Thank you for arranging all of this for me. I appreciate your kindness.”

Alcina strokes your cheek and smiles. “Read the contract carefully, rest, and enjoy the desserts I prepared for you, okay?”

She stands to leave, but you hesitate and say, “Alcina…”

“Yes, honey? Do you need anything else?”

You pause for a moment, gathering your courage. “Can you…stay with me tonight?”

Alcina smiles warmly. “Of course. How about I bring us two cups of hot chocolate?”

You nod, feeling a surge of warmth and comfort. She continues, “I’m going to take a shower first, but I’ll be back around 9 p.m.” Alcina leaves the room, the door closing softly behind her. You sit back down on the sofa, looking at the new contract in your hands. You sigh lightly. It’s not the freedom you’ve longed for, but it’s better than you could have imagined.

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You stare down at the stack of papers in your hands, your fingers tracing over the words “Senior Tester” at the top of the contract. The words feel strange, foreign, almost unreal. You take a deep breath and begin to read the contract carefully, line by line. Each sentence details your new rights and responsibilities, outlining a future you never could have imagined—a future where you have more control over your fate, even if it’s still limited within the walls of this facility. Relief mixes with uncertainty in your chest; this is a kind of freedom, but it's one still circumscribed by the rules of this place.

You glance at the clock again—it’s only 8:15 p.m. You decide to take a shower, feeling the need to wash away the remnants of the day. Despite wearing a new dress, you doubt anyone bothered to cleanse you before bringing you here. In the bathroom, you discover a tub, and a smile spreads across your face. The luxury of such a simple thing fills you with unexpected joy. After a thorough, soothing shower, you notice the wardrobe is filled not just with day clothes but also beautiful nightgowns and pajamas. You’ve never worn a nightgown before, but the thought intrigues you. You choose one and slip it on, feeling its soft fabric against your skin.

Returning to the living room, your eyes drift to the table full of desserts. Despite your earlier suspicions, your stomach growls, and you feel a pull of curiosity. You cautiously pick up a macaron and take a bite. The sweetness fills your mouth, and a smile breaks out on your face. It reminds you of the last time Alcina prepared a full table of food for you before you were transferred to Kendra. It still feels surreal to be sitting here, so relaxed and comfortable. You finish two puddings and sip some water from the minibar, letting your mind drift back to Alcina and the moment you saw her golden eyes when she walked in.

The way she held you… so warm, so comforting. You never thought you’d see her again, let alone like this. A strange flutter of hope blooms in your chest as you think of her, a warmth spreading through your body. You take another deep breath and return to the contract, scanning through it once more. Your new role is clear: to be available for research and observation, with Alcina as your direct overseer. It’s all very professional, yet the personal undertones are unmistakable—the way Alcina said, “your schedule,” how she emphasized that she would be the one to guide you.

Around 9 p.m., there’s a knock at the door, and you turn to see Alcina entering, holding two mugs of hot chocolate. She smiles at you, a familiar, gentle expression that instantly makes you feel at ease. Her presence fills the room with calm.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” she says, handing you a mug.

You shake your head, feeling the warmth of the mug spreading through your fingers. “No, not at all,” you reply. “Thank you for this.”

Alcina sits down beside you, taking a sip from her mug. “I never thought things could go so smoothly,” she confesses. “I was worried the facility might reject the idea of me being your client or letting you become a senior tester. Helena and Charlotte helped a lot with this.”

You frown slightly. “I thought it was just Helena who helped.”

Alcina shakes her head. “Helena helped come up with the idea, and she sent out the application forms and agreements. But it was Charlotte who interviewed me. I explained to her how much I wanted this to happen, and I’m grateful she managed to get you a proper room like this.”

You smile, glancing around. “This room is more than proper; it’s amazing.” Then, a thought occurs to you. “You didn’t tell Kendra about your plan from the beginning, did you?”

Alcina’s expression becomes more serious. “No. I wasn’t sure how Kendra would react, and I didn’t want her to reveal the plan and jeopardize everything. I know she doesn’t care about the subjects—she was only having her own fun with you, and I don’t blame her for that. She’s exactly what my boss wants: professional and heartless.” Alcina sighs. “But I think she’ll be surprised when she hears you’re now a senior tester.”

You both finish most of the desserts on the table, leaving just a few candies. Alcina tells you she’ll take you to the lab tomorrow to test your new ID card and explain more about your new job.

“So… Did the facility assign a new subject to you?” you ask hesitantly.

“No, due to my dual identity—which, I must say, surprised my boss Miranda—I’ll only be responsible for you.”

You sigh in relief, and Alcina grins. “Aww, is someone jealous that I might have a new subject?”

You blush. “I… I’m not jealous!”

Alcina laughs softly. “Alright, let’s get some sleep. A new day awaits, for both of us.”

You both slip under the covers, and she turns the lights down low. Facing each other, Alcina gently strokes your cheek and leans in to kiss you lightly. Her touch sends a shiver through you, and you feel a rush of warmth in your belly.

“So, as your client, do you acknowledge that I have full power over you?” she murmurs, her voice low and teasing.

Your eyes widen slightly as you try to understand what she means. Her fingers trace along your chin, brushing against your ear. “Seeing you stimulate yourself in front of the glass was quite the turn-on,” she whispers.

You realize exactly what she means now, heat spreading through your cheeks. “And you even edged yourself, pushing through two orgasms… such a good girl.”

A thrill surges through your core. Alcina’s hand slides between your legs, her fingers effortlessly finding the sensitive nub under your nightgown. You gasp, “Alcina…”

She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “Beg me to fuck you,” she whispers.

You meet her golden eyes in the dim light, seeing them glitter with a mix of desire and control. Your breath quickens, and you murmur, “Alcina… Please, fuck me. Anything you like, I will comply.”

She chuckles, a low, seductive sound. “That’s what I wanted to hear, my sweetheart.”

~*~

Alcina’s smile widens as she hears your words, her golden eyes darkening with hunger. Her fingers continue their slow, teasing movements between your legs, tracing delicate circles over your sensitive spot, drawing out a soft moan from your lips. Her touch is both tender and commanding, a mixture that sends shivers of anticipation through your entire body. You feel yourself melting into her touch, your breath coming in shallow, trembling gasps as your heart races in your chest.

“Good girl,” she whispers, her voice a low, velvety purr that makes your pulse quicken. “I love hearing you beg for me. And now that you’ve asked so nicely…”

Alcina’s hand slides beneath your nightgown, inching higher up your thigh. You feel the heat of her palm against your skin, the slow, deliberate way she takes her time, savoring every moment. She moves with a confidence that leaves no doubt she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her fingers find their way to the slick warmth between your legs, her thumb brushing over you with a firm, practiced touch that makes you gasp.

Your body arches instinctively toward her, and you can’t help but let out a small whimper as pleasure shoots through you. “Please, Alcina…” you murmur, barely able to form words through the haze of sensation.

“Hush now,” she murmurs soothingly, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Just let me take care of you.”

Her lips press against yours, soft but insistent, and you feel her tongue flicker against your lips before sliding into your mouth, claiming you with a possessive hunger. You melt into the kiss, letting her take control, feeling her hand work between your legs with more intensity, her fingers slipping inside you with ease. A moan escapes you, muffled by her mouth, as she begins to move her fingers, curling them just right, finding that perfect rhythm that makes your head spin.

Alcina’s other hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, her fingers tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, swallowing every sound you make. Her thumb presses firmly against your most sensitive spot, rubbing circles in time with the thrusts of her fingers, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Does that feel good, my darling?” she murmurs against your lips, her voice thick with desire.

“Yes… oh, yes…” you gasp, barely able to speak as pleasure builds within you, threatening to overwhelm you. “Please, don’t stop…”

Alcina’s smile is wicked, her breath warm against your skin. “Oh, I have no intention of stopping, sweetheart. I’m going to take you over and over again tonight until you can’t remember your own name.”

Her words send a thrill through you, and you feel your body tighten around her fingers, every nerve alight with sensation. She increases the pace, her movements more insistent, more demanding, pushing you further, making you cry out as she brings you closer and closer to the brink.

“Come for me,” she whispers, her voice dark and commanding, her eyes locked onto yours. “Come for me, my sweet girl.”

Her words are your undoing. You feel the tension break inside you, a wave of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you breathless and trembling in her arms. She holds you tightly, her fingers never slowing, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from your body until you’re left gasping, utterly spent.

But Alcina doesn’t stop. She watches you with a predatory gleam in her eyes, a satisfied smile curling her lips as she slowly withdraws her fingers, only to slide them back inside you again, more slowly, more deliberately this time. “I’m not finished with you yet, my love,” she purrs.

You shudder at her words, feeling another surge of desire flare within you despite the intensity of your recent climax. Alcina leans down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, “I want to hear you scream my name, over and over. Until that’s the only thing you can think of… the only thing you can feel.”

You nod, unable to speak, your body already responding to her touch, eager for more. Alcina begins to move again, her fingers working you with a slow, relentless rhythm, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. Her thumb presses against your sensitive spot, rubbing in firm circles, and you can’t help but cry out, your voice echoing in the room.

She kisses you again, her mouth hot and demanding, her tongue claiming yours with a ferocity that matches the intensity of her movements below. You feel your body tighten around her fingers again, already building toward another release, your mind a blur of sensation and desire.

“Tell me who you belong to,” Alcina commands, her voice a low growl against your lips.

“You… I belong to you, Alcina,” you gasp, your body trembling under her relentless touch.

“That’s right,” she murmurs, her smile widening. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

She takes you again, her fingers moving with a relentless, unyielding rhythm that pushes you closer and closer to another peak. You cry out, her name spilling from your lips like a prayer, and she responds with a low, satisfied moan, her hand moving faster, harder, until you shatter once more in her arms, your body arching beneath her as pleasure crashes over you.

Alcina doesn’t stop. She takes you again and again, her hands and lips and tongue working in perfect, torturous harmony, driving you to the edge and over it, until you’re a quivering, panting mess beneath her. She revels in every gasp, every moan, every shuddering breath, taking you apart piece by piece and then putting you back together, only to start again.

By the time she’s done, you’re exhausted, barely able to keep your eyes open. Alcina gathers you into her arms, cradling you against her chest, her lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss. “Rest now, my sweet Aliya,” she whispers, her voice soft and soothing. “You’ve done so well.”

You nod, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you, your body warm and spent in her embrace. As you drift off to sleep, you can still feel her touch lingering on your skin, a promise of more to come.

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The morning light filters through the curtains as you wake, finding Alcina already awake and seated at the desk in your room, her attention focused on the screen of her laptop. You take a moment to watch her, the way her presence fills the room with a sense of calm and purpose.

“Good morning, Alcina,” you greet her softly, your voice still thick with sleep. “When did you wake up?”

She turns from the laptop and stands, crossing the room to you with that graceful, confident stride that always captivates you. “Good morning,” she replies, leaning down to kiss you gently on the lips. Her touch is warm, reassuring. “How did you sleep last night?”

You feel a blush creep up your cheeks as you lower your head, biting your lip shyly. “Good,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Alcina chuckles softly, clearly amused by your reaction. “I’m glad to hear that,” she says, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of affection and satisfaction. “I woke up about 30 minutes ago. It’s still early—only 7:10 a.m. Would you like to have breakfast together?”

You nod, feeling a flutter of excitement at the idea of sharing a meal with her. As you get up and head towards the living room, you can’t help but notice the absence of food on the table. Usually, when you were a subject, meals would be delivered to your room without you having to ask. Your confusion must be evident on your face, because Alcina notices right away.

“Come here,” she says, taking your hand and leading you to the door. She points to a phone mounted on the wall. “This is the internal line. Dial #350 to reach the grocery department. You can ask them to prepare breakfast for you.”

You hesitate, feeling a little overwhelmed. “What… What should I say?”

Alcina gives you an encouraging smile, tapping your shoulder reassuringly. “Relax. Just pick up the phone, say your title and name. They have a list of where everyone is supposed to be, so they’ll know exactly where to deliver it. Then, tell them what you want. You can do this for lunch and dinner as well.”

Taking a deep breath, you pick up the phone and dial #350. The line clicks, and a woman’s voice answers on the other end. “Grocery department, good morning. How may I help you?”

You feel a small surge of nervousness but push through it. “Um… Hi, good morning. I’m Aliya. Sorry, Senior Tester Aliya. May I request something for breakfast?”

“Of course, Miss Aliya,” the woman replies, her tone professional yet friendly. “What would you like for breakfast?”

You think for a moment before replying, “I would like some finger sandwiches, salad, a cup of hot coffee with cream, and a glass of milk.”

“Noted. Is there anything else you’d like?”

“Yes, may I have some puddings and mini puffs as well?”

“Of course. Anything else?”

“That will be all, thank you.”

“We will deliver the food in 15 minutes. Have a nice day.”

You hang up the phone and exhale deeply, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. “I’ve never thought I could do this,” you admit, turning to Alcina.

She smiles at you, her expression filled with pride. “You did great. Now, go freshen up and change before they arrive.”

You quickly head to the bathroom, freshening up and changing into a white shirt paired with a skirt. Just as you finish getting ready, there’s a knock at the door. Alcina opens it with your keycard, allowing someone to push in a cart laden with food. You watch as they set the table before quietly leaving the room.

Before you sit down, Alcina gestures to a panel near the door. “Set your fingerprints here,” she instructs. “That way, you won’t be locked in the room anymore. And remember, because I’m your client, I’m authorized to access your room at any time.”

You nod, feeling the weight of her words, the subtle reminder of the power she holds over you. Once you’ve set your fingerprints, you join Alcina at the table, ready to enjoy the breakfast you’ve just ordered.

As you begin eating, Alcina looks at you thoughtfully. “Have you signed the contract yet?”

You shake your head. “Not yet. I’ll do it right now.”

You fetch the contract and a pen from the bedroom, bringing them back to the living room. You scan through the pages, looking for the spots where your signature is required. But before you sign, a thought makes you hesitate.

“Alcina… You’re my client now, and from what you’ve described, you’ve provided me with another way to survive. But… what if I want to resign one day? Will I be able to do that?”

Alcina sighs, her expression becoming more serious. “That depends. Right now, the facility needs you. If you were to resign, it might violate the client contract as well. I think it’s best if you focus on your new life here, for now.”

You nod slowly, understanding the implications. The contract doesn’t mention resignation, only the possibility of transferring to another department if the need arises. After considering it for a moment, you take a mini puff into your mouth and sign the contract. Alcina takes the papers from you, setting them aside.

“I’ll explain your job in more detail when we’re in the lab,” she says, her tone gentle but firm. “I’ll also show you how to track your schedule and arrange it if I’m not around.”

“Thank you, Alcina,” you reply, offering her a small smile, though your emotions are still a mix of gratitude and uncertainty.

Alcina returns your smile, her eyes softening as she reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re doing wonderfully, Aliya. Just take it one step at a time.”

With that, you both continue your breakfast, the weight of the signed contract lingering in the back of your mind. Though you have more privileges now, there’s still a sense of something unspoken between you and Alcina—a delicate balance of power and trust that will shape your new life in the facility.

~*~

After breakfast, you follow Alcina down the corridors toward the lab, your footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. Every time you approach a door that requires second-level access, Alcina pauses and gestures for you to use your new keycard. You swipe it through the scanner, and each time, the door opens with a soft click. The sensation of being granted entry feels thrilling, a new power coursing through you that you’re still not quite used to.

Finally, you reach the lab. The sterile, pristine environment greets you with its white walls and bright fluorescent lights. Alcina leads you to her computer station and begins explaining your new role. She shows you a timetable displayed on the screen, detailing who has booked a session with you, the type of experiment, where it will take place, and when. You lean in, absorbing the information as she continues her explanation.

“The facility can be a maze without a map,” Alcina remarks, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keyboard. She hands you a tablet. “Your account is already set up, and it will only display your timetable and schedule for the day. If there’s any update, you just need to refresh the page by pressing this button at the top right corner. If anyone wants to rearrange the sessions, they can do that on their end, but they must fit it within your schedule. If you’re not available, the system won’t allow them to adjust the booking time.”

You nod, feeling a mix of empowerment and apprehension. “Do I have the option to reject? If I’m too tired or feeling unwell?”

Alcina nods, her expression serious. “Yes, sessions can be canceled, but only from my end. The facility requires a reason, or some form of documentation, to justify any cancellations. I might need to write a report to validate it. Currently, I do not approve drug testing without pre-approval. There are drugs that can brainwash, mind control, or push people to their limits. If anyone wants to conduct such tests on you, they must seek my authorization first. Also, I don’t approve of anything involving blood or piercing—that’s not what you were trained for, and it never will be.”

You feel a surge of relief at her words, understanding that Alcina is placing safeguards around you, even within the constraints of the facility. “And if I’m feeling unwell?”

“If you’re unwell, I can cancel all bookings, but that will require medical approval. The medical team will need to check on you first. Everything must adhere to protocol, so there’s no perception of favoritism from the higher-ups.”

You bite your lip, still trying to process all this newfound information. “Will anyone really want to book a session with me? To compare test results?”

Alcina gives a soft smile. “Oh, rest assured, every scientist here will want to do that. Collecting data, tracking progress—it’s all part of their work. You just didn’t see it before.”

“I see.” You glance at the clean, empty schedule on your tablet, and then turn back to Alcina. “When will the facility announce my new status?”

“I’ve already asked Patricia, the lab assistant, to send out the contract. The facility should announce it before noon.” Alcina’s eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief. “And if there are no sessions booked for a day, I have plans to train you myself. A three-hour edging session, followed by another three hours of non-stop climaxing. If your schedule is full… well,” she leans in closer, her voice a sultry whisper against your ear, “then I’ll just have to conduct a private session at night.”

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. The thought of such intense training sends a shiver down your spine, a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Alcina chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction, her fingers brushing lightly against your arm.

“You’ll adapt,” she says softly, with a confidence that seems to settle any remaining nerves. “And you’ll find your place here… right beside me.”

You nod, feeling a strange sense of comfort despite the uncertainty of what lies ahead. The idea of these private sessions, could be both in the lab and at night, creates a flutter in your stomach, a constant reminder of the unique power dynamic between you and Alcina. You feel drawn to her, not just by her authority but by the way she seems to protect and guide you through the complexities of this new existence.

The door to the lab opens, and a lab assistant enters, holding a clipboard. “Dr. Dimitrescu, the announcement is ready. It will be broadcast to the facility in five minutes.”

Alcina nods. “Thank you, Patricia.”

You look at Alcina, a question in your eyes. “Is this… really happening?”

“Yes,” she replies, her voice steady and reassuring. “You’re no longer just a subject, Aliya. You’re a Senior Tester. And from now on, we’ll navigate this place together. Step by step.”

The announcement is about to go live, and you can’t help but feel a surge of excitement, knowing that everything is about to change—for both of you.

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The announcement is released, and almost immediately, the phone in Alcina’s lab starts ringing off the hook. Calls flood in one after another, and within minutes, the door bursts open with a flurry of activity. Kendra, Charlie, and several other scientists you vaguely recognize from the competition come rushing in. Kendra is the first to reach you; she rushes over and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Oh, I can’t believe this,” she exclaims, her hands cupping your cheeks with a warmth you haven’t felt in ages. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Charlie follows close behind, wrapping you in a warm embrace as well. “I’m so happy to see you again, and you look more than just fine,” she says with a broad smile.

You return their smiles, feeling genuinely touched by their concern. “Thank you. I’m glad to see you all here.”

But before you can say more, they turn their attention to Alcina, bombarding her with questions about how the new session system works and the process for booking time with you. While they talk, you notice Helena walk into the lab. Her presence is commanding as always, and she greets you with a sly smile.

“Nice outfit,” she remarks.

“Thank you, Helena,” you reply, feeling your cheeks flush slightly. “I heard you helped Alcina a lot… and that you also helped me recover from the numbness. I’m very grateful.”

Helena waves off your gratitude with a small gesture. “It’s my pleasure. I knew you had potential. Even though you’re still considered property by the facility, at least you won’t be treated like an object so blatantly.”

You nod, feeling the weight of her words. “I really appreciate this new identity; it’s better than I could have imagined.”

Helena’s smile widens a bit. “I’m glad to hear that. By the way, to ensure you remain at your best, the higher-ups will be conducting performance reviews once a month to decide whether to extend your contract next year. I assume you read the contract thoroughly?”

“Yes, and I understand,” you say, nodding. A thought suddenly crosses your mind, and you decide to ask, “Helena, when you pretended to be a subject, was that your first time running the Behavioral program?”

“Yes,” Helena replies smoothly. “Initially, all the higher-ups were against the idea. They assumed no subject would resist the chance to escape. But your reactions were different and made them reconsider. However, every subject is unique. We’ve encountered many who are resistant, rebellious, attempting escapes, or worse… even those who seem obedient often lack certain qualities that make them a suitable candidate, or to put it bluntly, a good product that our clients require.”

She pauses, studying your face closely. “A lot of clients want you, Aliya. Did you know that?”

You shake your head stiffly, the revelation catching you off guard. Helena continues, “If it wasn’t for Alcina deciding to be your client, you might have ended up in the hands of some wealthy man or woman… and who knows if they would have sold you further, perhaps on the black market.”

“Bl…Black market?” you whisper, your voice shaky.

Helena chuckles softly. “Yes, you don’t know how dark this world can be. Why do you think this facility exists in the first place? You should count yourself lucky.”

You swallow hard, feeling a knot form in your stomach. “What… what would have happened if I hadn’t noticed the level 3 keycard and followed you to the door at level 4 that day?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

Helena’s expression remains calm as she replies, “To tell you the truth, that door does lead to the outside world. However, if you had stepped through it, an alarm would have gone off within 30 seconds. You would have been apprehended within 10 seconds, and your fate would be uncertain… but probably quite grim.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “I’m glad I didn’t choose to leave.”

Helena nods, a rare look of agreement in her eyes. “Me too.”

As your conversation with Helena draws to a close, you notice the other scientists are still trying to figure out how to use the new booking system. They’re huddled around a terminal, discussing the logistics. It dawns on you that your earlier worries about no one wanting to book sessions with you were entirely unfounded. The excitement in the lab is palpable, and it feels strange to be the center of such attention.

Alcina watches the commotion with an amused smile, her eyes flickering over to you. “Looks like you’re in demand already,” she says, her tone teasing yet firm.

You smile back, feeling a new sense of confidence blooming within you. Despite the challenges and unknowns ahead, you feel ready to embrace whatever this new chapter holds. With Alcina by your side, and the support of people like Helena, Kendra, and Charlie, you start to see a future you hadn’t dared to imagine before.

And for the first time in a long while, you feel a spark of hope.

~*~

The next day begins with a quiet, shared breakfast with Alcina. You notice how much you’ve come to cherish these mornings—simple moments that make you feel grounded in the midst of all the changes. Even though you slept alone last night, it didn’t feel strange or unsettling. There’s a growing sense of independence within you, and you like how you’re starting each day with purpose.

As you sit down to eat, Alcina gently reminds you, “Check your tablet for your schedule today. Remember, you’re no longer just a subject. You need to be proactive—track your own schedule and be engaged, not passively waiting for instructions.”

You nod, appreciating her guidance. “I understand. I’ll remember that.”

When you turn on your tablet, you see your schedule for the next five days is fully booked until 6 p.m. each day. “What about lunch?” you ask, “Do I need to call to the grocery department like breakfast?”

Alcina smiles. “If you don’t specify anything, the grocery department will send something random to your room. You can also request specific meals or set a list of preferences for the week. And you should schedule a room cleaning once a week; just let them know.”

With that advice in mind, you prepare yourself for the day. Your first two sessions are with different scientists, each lasting an hour. The tablet helps you navigate to their areas, displaying a map that shows you exactly where to go. Every time you come across a door requiring a second-level keycard, you pause for a moment, swipe your card, and smile at the satisfying green glow of Access Granted. It never fails to make you feel a sense of pride and freedom, a constant reminder that you are no longer a mere subject.

After lunch, you have a two-hour session with Charlie, who greets you with her usual friendly demeanor. Her makes the session both challenging and enjoyable, and you leave feeling energized. The rest of your afternoon is packed with two more one-hour sessions with different scientists, ending with a final two-hour session with a scientist named Mia.

By the time you return to your room, it’s already past 6 p.m. You decide to use your newfound privileges and call the grocery department, ordering spaghetti with meatballs and a glass of orange juice for dinner. You also take a moment to schedule your lunches for the rest of the week, feeling a strange but pleasant satisfaction in planning out your own meals.

After your meal is here, there’s a knock on your door. You open it to find Alcina standing there, holding her own dinner—steak and a glass of red wine. “Knock, knock,” she says playfully. “May I join you?”

You smile warmly and step aside. “Of course, Alcina.”

As you both settle down, Alcina looks at you with interest. “How was your day, my dear?”

You can’t help but smile back. “It was great. To my surprise, I never thought my status was good enough until the second scientist in the morning complimented me.”

Alcina chuckles softly, pleased with your progress. “Like I said before, you should be proud of yourself. You’ve earned this.”

You talk about your day, sharing details of each session. Alcina listens attentively, genuinely interested in your experiences. You ask her how she spent her day, curious now that she no longer needs to train you constantly. She explains that she spent most of it planning future sessions with you and reviewing some new regulations the facility has put in place.

“The facility updated the booking regulations,” she tells you. “You’re only allowed to work five and a half days per week. And I’m required to train you at least once a week, to ensure you’re maintaining your performance. I also have to examine your status and provide a report.”

You nod, processing the new information. “I thought today would be overwhelming, but surprisingly, the tests were quite easy for me,” you admit. “I didn’t realize how far I’ve come until now.”

Alcina leans back, observing you with a mix of admiration and satisfaction. “You’ve grown so much, Aliya. It’s wonderful to see you adapt and thrive like this.”

You feel a warm glow of contentment at her words. It’s been a long journey to get here, and there’s still much ahead. But sitting here, sharing dinner with Alcina, you feel a sense of belonging and purpose you’ve never felt before. You’re no longer just a subject, and you’re beginning to see just how much potential lies within you.

With Alcina’s support and the new opportunities before you, the future doesn’t seem as daunting anymore—it feels like something you can shape, something you can truly call your own.

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After dinner, you and Alcina share a few more words, her eyes holding that familiar, intense gaze that always seems to pierce right through you. Eventually, she stands, excusing herself to head back to her room to shower. You take it as your cue to do the same, slipping into the bathroom to wash off the day. The hot water cascades over your skin, soothing the muscles you hadn’t realized were tense. As you step out, drying yourself off, you can’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation, your mind returning to Alcina’s earlier teasing.

You settle into your room, checking your schedule for the next day and preparing yourself for bed. You are just about to turn off the light when you hear a gentle knock at your door. Your heart skips a beat. When you open it, Alcina is standing there, her hair still damp from her shower, her eyes glinting with a familiar intent. You can’t hide your surprise as you ask, “Are you staying here tonight as well?”

She gives you a slow, confident smile. “Of course,” she replies, stepping inside.

You feel a shiver run through you as she moves closer. When you both lie down, Alcina immediately pulls you into her arms, her presence enveloping you. Her fingers gently brush along your chin, tracing the line of your jaw, sending tingles through your skin. “It seems like you started with a full schedule today, right?” she murmurs, her voice low and teasing.

“Yeah,” you reply, your breath already catching in your throat.

She chuckles deeply, a sound that resonates through her chest against yours. “I hope you’re ready for your private session.”

Before you can respond, her lips are on yours, firm yet tender, her kiss searing and demanding. Her hands roam over your body, but she deliberately avoids your most sensitive spot, her teasing touch driving you wild. You can feel the heat pooling between your legs, a deep ache growing with every passing moment as she keeps you on the edge, skillfully denying you the release you crave.

Her voice, soft and mocking, brushes against your ear. “Look how wet you are,” she murmurs, her breath hot against your skin. “So desperate, so needy... and completely at my mercy.”

You moan, frustration and desire mixing in a heady swirl. The way she edges you is almost unbearable, her fingers ghosting over your most sensitive places without giving you what you need. Time loses meaning as she keeps you right there, teetering on the brink, holding you in that maddening space where all you can do is beg for more.

When she finally, finally decides to grant you your release, her fingers find your slick folds and begin rubbing fast, bringing you over the edge with a sudden intensity that makes you cry out. You gasp for breath, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm, but Alcina doesn’t stop. Her tongue follows, sliding between your folds, her fingers still working you over. She doesn’t let up, coaxing one climax after another from you, relentless in her pursuit of your pleasure.

You lose track of how many times you come, your body writhing beneath her, helpless against the onslaught of sensation. She doesn’t stop until she’s satisfied, until your body is spent and trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

When she finally withdraws, she pulls you close, her lips brushing against your ear. “Good girl,” she whispers, and those two words send a final shiver down your spine.

Exhausted, you can barely keep your eyes open as you curl up against her, your body still humming with the echoes of your release. Alcina’s fingers stroke your hair, her touch soothing now, and you drift into a deep, blissful sleep in her arms, feeling completely and utterly claimed.

~*~

The first week is a blur of back-to-back sessions, with scientists eager to book time with you. By Saturday afternoon, you're finally granted some free time. Deciding to make the most of it, you spend a few hours exercising in the gym, pushing yourself just enough to feel your body loosen up after days of mental and physical exertion. Afterward, you wander into the library, a familiar comfort that fills you with a sense of peace.

Sitting among the shelves, the smell of old books surrounding you, you realize how lucky you are to be back here. If it weren’t for Alcina, you might never have seen these walls again, let alone with the freedom to explore them at your leisure. You smile to yourself, thinking back to the 24-hour vacation the facility grants you as part of your new privileges. Curiosity bubbles up. Where is this place exactly? Is it anywhere near your old home, or perhaps close to some friends?

With that thought lingering in your mind, you carefully place a bookmark in your book and decide to return to the lab. Upon entering, you see Alcina sitting at her desk, busy typing away on her computer, reviewing your week and compiling a report on your schedule. She looks up when you enter, offering a warm greeting, but her eyes quickly flick back to her work.

“Alcina,” you ask, stepping closer, “do you know where this facility is located?”

She stops typing, her fingers stilling on the keyboard as her eyes narrow slightly. “Why do you want to know?” she asks, her tone even, but there’s an edge of caution in her voice.

You hesitate for a second, then explain, “I was thinking about the 24-hour vacation. I just wanted to know if it’s near my home or any friends, so I could plan.”

Alcina watches you carefully before she sighs and leans back in her chair. “You didn’t read the contract carefully, did you?” she asks, a slight frown forming on her brow.

Your heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”

“Even though you now have the privilege to leave the facility for a short time, it’s not as simple as just walking out,” she explains. “You need to apply for the vacation, fill out an online form, and state exactly where you want to go. If it’s within the permitted time limits, the higher-ups may approve it, but you will be escorted in a black vehicle with no windows. You’ll be taken directly to your destination and guarded at all times to ensure the facility’s location remains secret. They’ll also escort you back here within the time limits. Not a second late.”

The weight of her words sinks in. You realize the freedom you thought you had still comes with many strings attached. You glance at Alcina, who meets your gaze seriously. “Even I can’t tell you where this facility is located. We’re not allowed to check the traveling time either. The only thing I know is that my home is somewhere near New York. Every time I apply for a vacation and go, it doesn’t feel like it takes too long to get there. But considering the advanced technology here, the facility must have something fast and efficient.”

You nod, understanding the implications. It’s not just about being able to leave. The secrecy of this place is paramount, and one slip-up could have catastrophic consequences. The thought of seeing friends or family, and the possibility of accidentally revealing even a hint of where you’ve been, sends a chill down your spine.

“I can’t imagine how bad it could be if I accidentally told my friends or family where I’d been,” you mutter. “If I mentioned being kidnapped or nearly sold to the black market…”

Alcina’s eyes darken, and she gives a small, grim nod. “They wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate you if they felt you were a liability. The secrets of this place must remain buried.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Looks like I still need to work on my ability to lie, huh?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of Alcina’s lips. “It’s less about lying and more about keeping your story straight. You’re in a delicate position, Aliya. If you ever decide to take that vacation, you’ll need to be very careful.”

Her words hang heavy in the air, and you realize that, despite all the privileges you’ve gained, your freedom still comes with a price. For now, though, you're safe—inside the facility, under Alcina’s watchful care. But the outside world looms with its own set of dangers, and you’ll have to be ready when the time comes to face them.

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Sunday arrives, and for the first time in a while, you don’t have any bookings. Instead, it’s the day of Alcina’s weekly training sessions. After breakfast, she guides you into the lab, her presence commanding as always. You feel a mixture of anticipation and nerves, knowing what the day holds.

Alcina leads you to the medical bed, her hands firm but gentle as she restrains your wrists and ankles. You glance around the room, taking in the familiar setup: the devices, the monitors, and the cold metal instruments that have become a strange part of your routine. She attaches the red wire device that you’ve come to know so well, the small pulses of electricity signaling the start of what’s to come. As she inserts the metal bar inside you, a shiver runs down your spine.

“The edging session begins now,” Alcina announces, her voice calm but laced with authority. “This will last until your lunch break.”

Today, however, there’s something new. Alcina sets up a machine in front of you, and your eyes widen as she explains what’s next. A thin metal bar is inserted just slightly into your anal, and the machine is set to push it in and out at a steady, controlled pace. The combination of sensations—electric shocks, the steady motion of the machine, and Alcina’s teasing hands—quickly becomes overwhelming.

Alcina, as always, takes her time. She uses a vibration wand on different parts of your body, teasing your sensitive spots with delicate precision. She runs the wand over your nipples, your armpits, along your waist, and down your thighs, but never where you crave it the most. Each time you near the edge, the device sends a sharp electric shock, denying you the release you so desperately want.

By the time the edging session is over, you’re trembling with pent-up desire. Alcina finally releases you, her hands brushing over your wrists as she undoes the restraints. “Good girl,” she says with a smile. “Go get some rest and eat properly. You’ll need your strength for the intense sessions this afternoon.”

You manage a weak smile and nod before heading back to your room. As you step inside, you see that the grocery department has already delivered your lunch: a plate of spaghetti with vegetables and a glass of juice. You sit down to eat, trying to focus on the food rather than the lingering sensations from the morning session. Your body is still on edge, every touch reminding you of the denied climaxes.

Just as you’re halfway through your meal, there’s a knock at the door. Alcina enters, holding her own lunch—a Caesar salad and a bowl of broth. She sits across from you, her eyes glinting with amusement. “How are you feeling?” she asks, watching you carefully.

You shift in your seat, trying to sit comfortably without stimulating yourself further. “It was okay,” you reply, your voice shaky. “I’m just...”

Alcina raises an eyebrow, clearly sensing your discomfort. “You’re trying to hold back, aren’t you?” she asks, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Yeah... back then, my bed or somewhere in the room had sensors to detect if I touched myself or climaxed,” you admit, glancing around the room. “I’m not sure if they’ve put them in here or not…”

Alcina laughs, a rich, warm sound that fills the room. “I can assure you, there are no sensors in the suite. But I’d suggest you try to hold it,” she says, her tone both teasing and serious. “You’ll need to endure non-stop orgasms for over three hours this afternoon. If you masturbate now, the data we collect will be off, and we’ll know. So I suggest you focus on your food.”

You bite your lip, nodding as you pick at your lunch. The tension in your body is unbearable, but you don’t want to disappoint her or mess up the session later.

Alcina’s smirk deepens as she watches you squirm. “And if you still feel that way after the session,” she adds with a low chuckle, “I can always schedule a private session for you tonight.”

You gulp, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “Um... I’ll see how it goes,” you mumble, unsure if you’re more excited or nervous about the offer.

For now, you focus on finishing your lunch, knowing the afternoon will bring its own intense challenges. But Alcina’s words linger in the back of your mind, teasing you with the promise of what might come later.

~*~

In the afternoon, the non-stop climax sessions begin. You thought Alcina would guide you to the familiar chair in the corner—the one where she usually keeps you for hours during more intense training. But this time, she asks you to lie on the bed, a departure from the usual routine. Your body stiffens with a mix of anticipation and nerves as she restrains your wrists and ankles, securing your legs wide open.

Alcina takes her time, setting everything in place with meticulous precision. She attaches a vibrating device to your nub, the familiar hum of it already sending tingles through you before it even begins. Then, she inserts the metal bar inside you, just as she’s done before, but this time, it’s connected to a machine that pairs it with a second, thinner bar placed in your anal. The two bars are set to work in tandem, with one pushing in as the other pulls out, keeping you full, stretched, and never giving you a moment’s respite.

Before Alcina activates the devices, you ask, “Why don’t the other scientists use the white chair with all the tools equipped, like the one in the west wing? Wouldn’t that be easier for you?”

Alcina smiles as she adjusts the straps on your wrists. “The facility prefers we take a more hands-on approach,” she explains. “It allows us to observe your reactions closely, stop when necessary, and adjust the training in real time. The chair is too rigid for that—it’s better suited for more significant occasions where constant monitoring isn’t needed. Small devices like these offer more flexibility.”

She sighs softly, glancing down at you. “Alright, enough chit-chat. Ready?”

You nod, bracing yourself as Alcina’s fingers linger on the device controls. Then, without further warning, the vibrations begin, buzzing relentlessly against your nub. The sensations are immediate, overwhelming, and before you even have a chance to process it, the penetrations follow. The machine’s rhythm is relentless, filling you as the vibrations intensify, the bars moving in perfect sync to keep you teetering on the edge.

The first orgasm hits you within minutes. Your body tenses, but there’s no pause to catch your breath or recover. Another climax follows, then another, each one crashing over you like a wave, leaving you panting, gasping for air. Alcina’s voice is soft, her touch gentle as she caresses your body, guiding you through the seemingly endless pleasure.

“Just breathe,” Alcina coos, her fingers brushing over your skin. “You’re doing so well.”

It’s overwhelming—far more intense than the sessions with other scientists. You begin to wonder if they were being soft on you, or if Alcina simply knows your body better, pushing you harder with each session. You can’t help but think she’s testing your limits on purpose, gauging how far you can go, and each time she takes you closer to that edge, she’s right there, coaxing you through it with soft encouragement.

The pleasure is relentless. Your body convulses with climax after climax, and even when you think you can’t take any more, Alcina’s voice anchors you, reminding you to breathe, to endure it just a little longer.

By the time the session ends, you’re left trembling, every muscle in your body quivering from the intense release. Alcina gently removes the devices, her touch comforting as she helps you relax. “Rest for a little while,” she says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead as she lets you lie on the bed, the cool lab air a welcome relief against your overheated skin.

When you finally feel strong enough to sit up, Alcina is still working on her report. You stretch out your limbs, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over you. The session was intense, but you made it through, and a small part of you feels proud for enduring it.

As you get up to leave the lab, Alcina looks up from her screen and smiles at you. “Would you like to have dinner together tonight?” she asks, her voice warm and inviting.

You smile back at her, feeling a surge of fondness. “I’d love that.”

Alcina winks at you playfully. “See you later, darling.”

With that, you leave the lab, already thinking about the evening ahead, grateful for her presence and the way she continues to push you toward something stronger and better.

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During dinner, the atmosphere is calm, with the soft clinking of silverware filling the space as you both enjoy your meal. You glance over at Alcina, curiosity swirling in your mind, and ask, “How long have you been working here? And how many subjects have you trained?”

Alcina takes a moment, contemplating her response. “I’ve been working here as a scientist for three years,” she says, her tone thoughtful. “I’ve trained about five subjects before you came along.”

Intrigued, you push a little further. “What happened to them? You’re not like Kendra—she trains three subjects at once. How come you don’t?”

Alcina leans back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she considers her answer. “I prefer to focus on one subject at a time. I don’t like to multitask when it comes to something this detailed. Plus, I requested to have only one subject so I could give thorough reports as required.”

She pauses for a second, her gaze flicking to the side as if replaying old memories in her head. “As for the five other subjects... The first one I trained was a male. The requirements for male subjects are a little different from females. We divide them into two groups, and depending on their sensitivity levels, we either train them to hold themselves longer without ejecting or train them to become less sensitive. But the daily routine was pretty standard—three hours of milking, and they had to eject a specific amount. If they couldn’t hold themselves longer after three hours, they were forced to continue for another three.”

She sighs, a hint of frustration in her voice. “Every day was chaotic, and the smell... well, let’s just say it wasn’t pleasant. And my subject constantly cursed at me. I couldn’t tolerate it. After I submitted a few reports, they transferred him to another male scientist. It was around then that the rules started changing.”

You listen intently, your fork pausing mid-air as she continues. “After that, I moved to the department that trained female subjects. But, they had their own challenges. Two of them were taken away after trying to escape, and the other three... Well, one was transferred to another scientist, and two didn’t survive the experiments. The trials are intense, especially for those who aren't strong enough to handle the physical and psychological strain.”

Her words sink in, and you nod, feeling a slight chill as you realize the stakes had always been that high. You hadn’t been spared the intensity, but somehow, you’d endured.

Alcina’s eyes soften as she looks at you. “You know, when you first arrived, you looked so fragile and vulnerable. I thought you’d be like the others—a weak subject who wouldn’t last long. But then, during that first week, you showed a resilience that surprised me. I knew there was something different about you.”

You shrug, offering a small smile. “I don’t know. I was just trying to survive.”

“That mindset alone sets you apart from the others,” Alcina says, nodding in approval.

As dinner winds down, the conversation becomes lighter, and you both share a few laughs. Alcina’s playful side emerges when she leans in slightly and teases, “So, do you think you’ll need a private session later tonight?”

Her tone is teasing, and the way she looks at you sends a familiar heat coursing through you. You bite your lip, torn for a moment, before remembering that your schedule starts early tomorrow. Reluctantly, you decline, your voice soft. “Maybe not tonight. I have a full day ahead.”

Alcina’s smirk deepens as she pulls you closer, her fingers tracing your jawline. “What if I insist?” she whispers, her voice low and teasing. “Technically, I am your client, and I did pay for you.”

A rush of heat floods your cheeks, and you try to protest, your mind scrambling for the right words, but you find yourself at a loss. Instead, you shyly lower your head and murmur, “Please... spare me tonight.”

Alcina chuckles, her breath warm against your skin. “Very well, darling,” she says, her voice amused. She releases her grip but not before pressing a soft kiss against your temple. “But don’t think you can refuse me next time.”

With that, the tension eases, and you both relax into the evening, sharing one last smile before parting ways for the night. You head back to your room, a lingering sense of warmth and anticipation filling the air as you prepare for the busy days ahead.

~*~

Monday morning begins with Kendra greeting you with her usual firm, precise demeanor as she leads you into the lab. Her voice is calm but focused as she explains her latest project. “I’ve been working on increasing my subjects’ endurance to high levels of electricity. Today, you’re going to help me with that.”

Before you can respond, you find yourself restrained to the familiar medical bed, the cool metallic feel of the straps a reminder of your frequent visits here. Kendra’s movements are methodical as she attaches electrodes to your clit, the familiar hum of electrical stimulation filling the room. A rubber cock is inserted inside you—a sensation not as intense as you’ve experienced with Alcina or Charlie, but enough to keep you on edge.

Curiosity gets the better of you. “Why aren’t you using the metal bar like Alcina does?”

Kendra glances at you with a smirk, her hands still busy with adjustments. “Both of my subjects are extremely sensitive. I’ve used an electric wand on them without even touching their G-spots, and they’ve squirted. I want to see if your body reacts the same way.” Her tone is matter-of-fact, like a scientist explaining a well-planned experiment.

As the electricity pulses through your body, teasing but not overwhelming, your arousal grows steadily. Kendra remains quiet, her focus on the instruments, but you can feel her studying you, noting every twitch, every tremor. The rubber cock inside you provides pressure, but not the kind that will push you over the edge. The tension builds, but release feels frustratingly out of reach.

After the three-hour session, Kendra finally removing the electrodes with a practiced ease. She tilts your chin up, her eyes soft but playful. “I miss the sessions we used to have together,” she says with a small smile. “If you weren’t Alcina’s, I might be tempted to schedule a private session.”

A blush creeps up your cheeks, and you shift awkwardly under her gaze. “If Alcina knew... she’d be furious. I don’t think it’s a good idea. Maybe you can consider being a client too?” I chuckle.

Kendra chuckles lightly. “Oh, I know. I’m just teasing. Besides, being a client comes with responsibilities I’m not sure I want.” She pauses, her expression softening as she releases you from the restraints. “But it’s good to see you’re still holding strong. I’ll need to run more tests soon. See you later, sweetie.”

You leave the lab and head back to your room, your body still humming with unfulfilled desire. Lunch waits for you—lasagna, delivered by the ever-efficient grocery team—but the lingering arousal from Kendra’s session gnaws at you. You glance at your schedule, noting that two more sessions with different scientists are planned for the afternoon. The thought of what they might have in store only heightens your need for release.

Unable to resist the pull of your desire, you strip off your clothes and lie down on your bed, letting your fingers trace the familiar path to your aching clit. You close your eyes, letting your mind drift to thoughts of Alcina—her hands, her voice, her commanding presence. The arousal builds quickly, and within moments, you’re on the edge of release.

But then, a sound catches your attention. Your eyes snap open, and your heart skips a beat.

Alcina is sitting in the chair near your dressing table, her arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She tilts her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. “How... How long have you been sitting there?” you stammer, your voice shaky.

“Less than a minute,” Alcina replies coolly, her gaze steady. “But long enough to know what you were about to do.”

Heat floods your face as embarrassment overtakes you. You start to sit up, fumbling for an excuse. “I... I should eat something.”

Before you can move further, Alcina is already on her feet, crossing the room in a few swift strides. With a firm but gentle push, she lays you back down on the bed, her hand pinning your wrists to the mattress as she tosses the blanket aside. Her eyes gleam with playful dominance.

"If you don’t want to finish yourself,” she whispers, her breath warm against your ear, “then let me help.”

Your heart races as her fingers find your clit, rubbing with precise, deliberate pressure. You moan softly, the tension that had been building finally finding release under her skilled touch. In moments, she draws an orgasm from you, your body trembling as pleasure overtakes you.

Yet she doesn’t stop. Without hesitation, she slides her fingers inside you, thrusting deeply and quickly, and before you can catch your breath, another wave of pleasure crashes over you. You cry out, your body shuddering as she pushes you to the brink once more.

Alcina leans in close, her voice low and teasing. “I think it’s best if we have a private session tonight,” she murmurs, her fingers still deep inside you, sending aftershocks through your body. “Because if I remember correctly, you didn’t ask your client’s permission to touch yourself.”

You want to protest, to offer some kind of defense, but the words catch in your throat. Instead, a helpless pout forms on your lips, and Alcina’s smirk only deepens. She withdraws her fingers slowly, her gaze never leaving yours, and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before pulling back.

“I’ll see you tonight, darling,” she says, her tone playful yet commanding as she turns toward the door, leaving you flushed, breathless, and filled with anticipation for what the evening might bring.

Chapter Text

The afternoon sessions pass by with a surprising ease. One of the scientists lets you orgasm, while the other focuses on other methods without pushing you too far. As you engage in casual conversation with them, they seem curious about how you’ve managed to survive in this facility. You share your experience, explaining that while many might feel trapped or think of ways to escape, for you, it was different. The thought of surviving, not escaping, was your primary focus, and a big part of your survival came from Alcina’s kindness. Their surprise is evident, but they don’t push further. You end your sessions before 6 p.m., grateful they weren’t as intense as you initially feared.

After returning to your room, you take a shower, letting the warm water wash away the tension from the day. Once refreshed, you find your dinner waiting: roasted potatoes and a medium-rare steak. As you finish eating, there's a knock at the door, and Alcina enters, holding two cups of hot chocolate.

Taking a sip from your cup, you savor the warmth. These moments with Alcina are your favorite part of the day, simple yet comforting. Alcina asks about your afternoon sessions, and you tell her they were okay, not as bad as you expected. She raises an eyebrow, teasing, “Judging by the look on your face, I’d guess one of the sessions involved an orgasm?”

Your cheeks heat up, and you nod shyly.

She chuckles but her expression soon turns more serious. “That doesn’t change the fact that we’re going to have a private session later.” You pout slightly, knowing you can’t argue.

“Oh, and one more thing I need to mention,” Alcina adds, her tone more casual now. “Helena came to me this afternoon. She invited us to be judges for something this Thursday afternoon.”

“Judges?” you ask, confused. “For what?”

Alcina explains, “The higher-ups liked the idea of scientists acting as clients, so they want us to judge a new elite male subject who’s being considered for a senior tester position.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “That sounds... interesting. But how do I know if he’s qualified? How do I judge?”

Alcina gives you a knowing smile. “You’ve been through a lot. I’m sure the male subject has had similar experiences to yours. Trust your instincts—you’ll know. Your opinion will be part of the score. So, are you interested?”

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. “I’ve never been a judge before, not even before I came here. It could be fun. And I didn’t expect the higher-ups to trust me with something like this.”

“Well, thanks to Helena, we’ll both get to witness another client and elite from other sections. It should be quite the event,” Alcina says with a glint in her eyes.

After finishing your hot chocolate, the atmosphere shifts as Alcina’s gaze locks on you, a palpable smirk spreading across her face. She stands, moving with deliberate grace. “Now, I think it’s time for our private session, Miss Aliya.”

A shiver runs down your spine as Alcina’s hands find your shoulders, turning you around. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, “Undress, and go lie on the bed. Hands above your head.”

You obey, your heart racing as you undress and place your clothes neatly on the chair. Slowly, you lie down on the bed, raising your hands above your head as instructed. Alcina saunters over from the living room, her hand dipping into her lab coat pocket. She pulls out a pair of handcuffs, a playful smile curving her lips.

“I took these from the lab,” she says with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “This should be fun.”

She undresses slowly, revealing her stunning black lingerie, and you can’t help but admire how beautiful and intimidating she looks. With fluid movements, she cuffs your wrists and locks them to a small, hidden hook on the headboard. You had no idea such a hook was even there.

Leaning down, Alcina kisses you deeply, her fingers brushing through your hair as she tilts your chin, her voice soft yet commanding. “You didn’t ask for my permission to touch yourself,” she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. “I’ll just have to teach you what discipline really means.”

She chuckles, her tone dripping with dominance, and you brace yourself for what’s to come. The thrill of being under her control, knowing she’s going to push your limits once again, makes your heart race in anticipation.

~*~

Alcina’s lips press against yours, soft yet commanding, and her hands move over your body with a deliberate touch that sets every nerve alight. Her kisses trail down your neck, across your chest, and lower, each one making your body tremble in anticipation. You’re already soaking wet, your desire for her undeniable. When her fingers slide inside you, thrusting deep but avoiding your clit, your hips move in a desperate attempt to get more, but she denies you that release, knowing exactly how to keep you on edge.

“Is it okay to masturbate without permission?” she asks, her voice low and smooth. You shake your head, desperate for her to touch you where you need it most, but she doesn’t. Her fingers continue their slow torture, thrusting inside you while her lips wrap around your nipples, flicking and teasing. The sensation makes your body ache with need, and the heat between your legs only grows stronger.

“Beg me properly,” she demands, her eyes watching your every reaction.

You beg, pleading with her to give you more, to let you come, but Alcina remains in control. Instead of granting your request, she smirks and tells you, “Maybe besides begging, you can show me how useful your tongue can be.”

Alcina leans down, unbuckling her bra and letting her beautiful breasts spill free. She moves closer, her nipples brushing against your lips, and orders you to lick them. You eagerly stick out your tongue, tasting her skin as you pleasure her. For a while, she lets you continue, enjoying the sensation of your tongue on her sensitive nipples.

Finally, when she’s satisfied, her hand moves down to your clit. You think relief is finally coming, but her touch is slow and teasing, barely enough to push you toward orgasm. The frustration mounts as you squirm beneath her, desperate for more.

“Please make me come, Alcina, please,” you beg, your voice filled with need.

She smirks down at you, enjoying your torment. “Tell me what your dirty thoughts were when you touched yourself at noon, then I’ll decide whether to grant you one.”

“I... I...” you stammer, embarrassment flooding your face. Alcina teases you further, “Can’t say it? Well, that’s fine. I’ll just have to keep you like this.”

Desperate to escape this slow torture, you finally give in and confess, telling her how you imagined her on top of you, teasing you all over, and fucking you harshly, bringing you to multiple orgasms. Alcina is visibly amused by your confession, her smile growing wider.

After a while, she finally increases the pace, rubbing your clit faster until you’re teetering on the edge. With a cry, you finally come, the release hitting you hard.

But Alcina doesn’t stop. Her voice is smooth but stern. “Did you just come without asking for my permission again?”

“I… I…” you stammer, but before you can form a proper response, Alcina is already working your swollen clit again.

“Let’s try again, shall we?” she says, her tone both playful and punishing. Your body can’t handle the intense stimulation so soon after your orgasm, and yet, before you can stop yourself, you come again, screaming in pleasure.

Alcina shakes her head, mock disappointment on her face. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? We’ll keep trying again, and again, until you remember to ask.”

“Alcina, please stop,” you beg, your body trembling from the overstimulation. “I promise I’ll ask next time, please spare me!”

She only smirks down at you, her fingers relentless as they continue to stroke your swollen clit. “No, apparently you can’t control your body, and as your client, it’s my responsibility to teach you how important it is.”

With that, Alcina brings you to another climax, and then another. Each time you beg for mercy, but each time, she denies you. The cycle continues, the pleasure building and exploding until you’re no longer sure where one orgasm ends and another begins. The intensity is overwhelming, but Alcina shows no sign of stopping. You’re trapped in a loop of pleasure, your body surrendering to her every command. Each time you come, the line between pain and ecstasy blurs further, your senses overloaded as Alcina’s touch becomes both a reward and a punishment.

“Again,” Alcina whispers, her fingers never slowing, her eyes locked on yours. You can barely form a coherent thought, your voice hoarse from the constant moans and pleas.

“Alcina, I—please… I can’t…”

She tilts her head, feigning concern as her lips brush against your ear. “Can’t what? Can’t take it? Oh, I think you can. I think you’ve been spoiled, and now you need to learn restraint. You need to learn discipline.”

You whimper, tears of overstimulation welling in your eyes as she pushes you to another peak. You can feel your body giving in, shaking uncontrollably as yet another orgasm rips through you, leaving you trembling beneath her.

Alcina leans back, finally giving you a moment of reprieve, her fingers slowing to gentle strokes as she watches you with a satisfied grin. “That’s better,” she says softly, almost kindly. “You’re learning.”

You can barely catch your breath, your body limp from exhaustion and pleasure. Alcina leans down, her lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

“That’s my good girl,” she whispers, releasing the cuffs that bound your wrists. “But remember, next time, if you don’t ask, I won’t be as forgiving.”

With that, she stands, dressing herself slowly, letting you catch glimpses of her body as she does. The sight makes you ache, even in your exhausted state.

As Alcina leaves the room, she gives you one last glance, her eyes full of promise. “Rest up, Miss Aliya. We’ll see how well you’ve learned your lesson tomorrow.” Then, with a smirk, she exits, leaving you alone, breathless and spent, yet somehow longing for more.

Chapter Text

The morning light filters through the curtains as you slowly wake up, feeling a slight ache in your back from the intense session with Alcina the night before. You stretch your limbs, savoring the lingering sensations, before making a call to the grocery department. Soon after, your requested breakfast arrives: scrambled eggs with bacon, a glass of milk, potato salad, puddings, and a sandwich with egg, vegetables, and pork.

Just as you’re about to start eating, Alcina enters the room with a warm smile, carrying her own breakfast on a tray. You stand up to greet her with a hug, and she gently kisses your forehead. The familiarity of these small gestures always brings comfort. You both sit down for breakfast, the atmosphere calm and intimate.

Alcina glances at you between bites and asks, “How did you sleep last night?”

You smile softly and nod, “Good.”

“Glad to hear that. I was thinking maybe I was a bit too harsh on you last night, and I might have scared you,” she says, her voice carrying a hint of concern.

You slowly eat your scrambled eggs, feeling a shy flutter in your chest that makes it hard to meet her eyes. “No, you didn’t.”

Alcina smirks playfully, sensing your embarrassment. “So, you’re saying you liked it?”

Still avoiding her gaze, you quietly admit, “Yes.”

Her chuckle is warm and teasing. “So, I can do whatever I want?”

For a moment, the heat between your legs flares up at her words, and you can’t help but feel the flush rising to your cheeks. “You… You’re my client. I… I can’t say no anyway, can I?”

Alcina’s fingers stroke your hair gently, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s funny that you’re not shy in the lab when we’re conducting experiments, but in bed, you are.”

You bite your lip, unsure how to respond. “That’s different.”

Alcina leans forward, intrigued by your answer. “Different how?”

You finally meet her eyes, the intensity of her gaze making your pulse quicken. “You’re more commanding in bed. More… persuasive and powerful. And I know everything in the lab is strictly professional, so…”

Alcina laughs softly, clearly pleased with your answer. “I see.” She takes a bite of her sandwich and adds with a smirk, “We’ll have another private session tonight. You still need some training.”

Your cheeks burn even hotter, and you quickly focus on your plate, nibbling on a strip of bacon to distract yourself. The conversation moves on to lighter topics, and you ask her, “Why do you have a TV in your room but I don’t?”

Alcina takes a sip of her drink before explaining, “The room was set up exactly as I requested when you were still in the transfer program. I didn’t want you watching too much TV, thinking too far ahead, or getting distracted. I’d rather you spend your time in the library. The news, TV shows, even advertisements, can change your mindset, and I didn’t want that.”

Her words hang in the air, heavy with implication. “If you apply for a day off and step out of the facility, just remember that you no longer belong to the outside world. There’s no way to return to your old life, and I hope you don’t get lost in the real world,” Alcina says, her voice low and serious.

You nod, understanding what she means. You’ve known for a long time that your place is here, even though you’re still under constant observation. Changing the subject, Alcina shares some gossip she overheard during a recent meeting with the other scientists. She tells you about a scientist who’s been working at the facility for five years and secretly planned to quit, intending to take a subject with her. The higher-ups discovered her intentions and are now deciding what to do with her.

Alcina also shares a story about two scientists who applied for wedding leave after falling in love and deciding to get married. However, since the facility insists that scientists maintain professionalism, the higher-ups are considering separating them by transferring them to different departments.

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by how intriguing the gossip here is. “Anyone gossiping about us?” you ask curiously.

Alcina nods, taking another bite of her sandwich. “Of course. Especially after I became a Client and you became the senior tester here. I’ve told them that I see potential in you. Letting you become a permanent subject or selling you would be a waste for the facility. That’s why I’m your client now.”

Your heart swells with gratitude. “Thank you, Alcina. You saved me.”

Alcina reaches across the table and strokes your hand gently. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

~*~

Thursday morning begins with a two-hour session with Charlie. It’s intense, as she wants to test the limits of what you can endure. The electric levels vary, from the lowest to the highest, and each shock sends waves through your body. By the end, you feel drained, yet there’s a lingering arousal building inside you, making it hard to focus. Charlie is thorough, clinical, and professional—not someone you’d beg for release from. After dressing, you confirm with her if you’re free to go.

Charlie smiles warmly, pulling you in for a brief hug. “I’ve got what I need from you. You’re free to go, Aliya. See you next week!”

Back in your room, you lie on the bed, trying to shake the need that’s burning inside you. But no matter how much you try to distract yourself, the desire only grows. You can’t help but picture Alcina—standing at the foot of your bed with that amused, wicked look on her face. The thought alone makes the ache between your legs worse. Frustrated, you get up and head to Alcina’s room, hoping she’s there. After knocking twice and getting no answer, it’s clear she’s not in.

There’s still an hour left before noon, so you assume Alcina must be in the lab. You make your way there, and sure enough, she’s seated at her desk, typing away on her keyboard. The moment you step inside, she notices you.

“Hello, darling. Finished your session with Charlie?” Her voice is calm, but there’s an edge of knowing in her tone.

You nod. “Yes.” Your words feel hesitant, and you can tell she notices.

“What are you doing?” you ask, trying to sound casual, even though the real reason for coming is burning inside you.

“I’m just replying to some emails from the higher-ups and my boss. They’ve got questions about the sessions and upcoming schedules,” she explains, her fingers never stopping their steady rhythm over the keyboard.

“Ah, okay,” you mutter, feeling awkward as the need inside you becomes more pressing.

Alcina looks at you, her sharp eyes quickly reading between the lines. “What’s the matter?”

“I… I’m just… wondering…” you stammer, your voice shy.

“Wondering what?” she presses, her smirk deepening as she teases the words out of you.

“If… if you could… could…” you trail off, your face flushing with embarrassment.

Alcina chuckles knowingly. “Ah, I see what it’s about.” She presses send on her email, then stands, her tall figure towering over you, radiating control. “But it’s less than an hour until lunch. Are you sure that’s enough for you? Just one hour?”

You blush even more, feeling your body respond. “One… one hour is enough,” you manage to say.

“Alright then.” She smirks, clearly enjoying the way you squirm under her gaze. “Take off your clothes and sit in the chair over there.”

Without hesitation, you do as she says, undressing and sitting on the chair she pointed to. Alcina gestures to her assistant, who quickly straps your wrists and ankles to the chair. Vulnerable and excited, you watch as Alcina approaches with a small vibrating device. She attaches it to your clit, leans down to kiss your cheek softly, and whispers, “Enjoy.”

The machine hums to life, and the vibrations begin immediately, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You try to hold back your moans, but it’s impossible. The sensations quickly build, and before long, you climax. But it doesn’t stop there. The vibrations continue, pushing you toward another orgasm, then another. By the third, it becomes unbearable, and your body squirms in the restraints, desperate for some relief.

Alcina, however, is back at her desk, focused on her work as if nothing is happening. She glances over at you, her eyes gleaming with amusement, and says something to her assistant. Soon, her assistant returns with a belt and a ball gag. Before you can beg her to stop, Alcina fastens the gag in your mouth.

“Quiet,” she commands, her voice firm yet playful. “I’m still working.” She meets your gaze, clearly understanding the desperation in your eyes. “You asked for this, remember? If you interrupt me again, you’ll have another thing coming.”

You bite down on the gag, trying your best to stifle your moans as the relentless cycle of orgasms continues. It feels like hours pass before she finally turns off the machine, unstrapping you and removing the gag. You pout, exhausted yet still aroused, feeling completely at her mercy.

Alcina smirks, clearly pleased with herself. “Come on,” she says cheerfully. “Let’s have lunch. We’ve got a full schedule this afternoon.”

You know she’s referring to the judging session for the male subject, but her playful smile reminds you that you're still very much under her control. There’s a bittersweet feeling in the pit of your stomach as you follow her out of the lab, knowing that, even though you crave her dominance, you also fear just how easily she bends you to her will.

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In the afternoon, you’re called into the lab by one of the scientists from the higher-ups. She explains she’s there under Helena’s orders to escort you and Alcina to the East wing. Alcina acknowledges her with a quick nod and rests her hand at your waist as you’re led through the facility with a level 3 keycard. You head to the fifth floor’s observation room, which is filled with scientists—about one-third female and two-thirds male. The atmosphere feels serious, but charged with curiosity and anticipation.

As you step inside, Helena waves you over, pointing to the first two seats in the second row. The layout of the room provides an unobstructed view of the lab through a one-way mirror, perfect for watching the events that are about to unfold. Helena hands you a small tablet and begins explaining.

“You can see the subject’s name, age, height, weight, and all of their past experimental records. But that’s not your concern. Your task is simple—answer the questionnaire in the last tab here.” She taps on the screen for you, revealing at least ten open-ended questions.

“Each question requires a detailed answer,” Helena continues. "Your responses will be analyzed and converted into scores by the system. If you run out of time or don’t know how to answer, feel free to respond with yes or no. But elaborate where you can. You’ve got one hour. Any questions?"

“No, I understand.” You lower your voice and ask curiously, “Is the subject’s client here?”

Helena points to a male scientist in the front row, sitting confidently in the middle. He’s tall, with a well-built frame beneath his lab coat, the kind of physique that suggests he works out regularly. As your eyes scan the room, you notice many of the male scientists share similar traits—strong, masculine, seemingly ready to handle whatever physical challenges might arise.

You turn to Alcina, curious. “Is being strong the top priority for male scientists here?”

Alcina chuckles softly, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Not exactly. But male subjects can be stubborn and physically stronger than female scientists. If they try to escape or misbehave, it takes a lot of strength to bring them under control. That’s why the male scientists here train regularly.”

You nod, gaining a deeper understanding of the environment. Your attention is drawn back to the lab as a male scientist enters with the male subject. The setting seems similar to the one you remember from your final examination—the product checking procedure. There’s a white chair in the center, but this one is larger. Various equipment, including a tube hanging from the ceiling, makes the atmosphere feel more intense.

The male scientist introduces himself as Derek, his name displayed on his lab coat. He orders the male subject to undress and sit in the white chair. As the subject strips, you notice his penis is soft—not what you expected. You glance at Alcina, who gently nudges you with her elbow, signaling you to focus on the tablet. The first question appears on the screen: Is the subject fully erect before the examination starts?

You quickly type No and whisper to Alcina, “Is it a good thing if he's fully erect before the examination?”

Alcina shakes her head slightly. “As a subject, he shouldn’t be erect without specific instructions. It shows discipline.” You nod, understanding the point.

Once the subject is strapped securely into the chair, Derek instructs him to become erect. You watch as the subject’s cock stiffens within 30 seconds, without any apparent stimulation or visual aid. You look down at the tablet again. The second question appears: Can the subject’s cock fully erect without stimulation in under 1 minute? You type Yes, under 30 seconds.

Derek begins setting up the equipment. He places two electric pads on the subject’s balls and attaches a thin toy with beads to the subject’s anus, preparing to insert it. He then slips a steel ring onto the base of the subject’s cock, attaching a wire. Picking up a long steel stick coated in lubricant, Derek carefully inserts it into the subject’s cock. The setup is methodical, almost mechanical, and the final device is attached to a monitor.

The machines spring to life, and the subject’s body trembles under the stimulation. His moans echo through the lab as Derek gradually increases the intensity. The third question pops up on your tablet: Can the subject endure the electricity? How many levels? You watch as Derek pushes the machine to level five, noticing a white liquid seeping from the subject’s tip.

Frowning, you whisper to Alcina, “Did he ejaculate?”

She shakes her head. “No, that’s just pre-cum. It doesn’t mean he’s about to cum—it’s like your wetness, just a sign of arousal. The horse-eye stick inside him stimulates him, but it’s strong enough to prevent ejaculation.”

You nod and type Yes, level 5 on your tablet.

As the machines stop, Derek carefully pulls out the steel stick from the subject’s cock and removes the ring, though the electric pads remain attached to his balls. Your eyes shift to the tube hanging from the ceiling, wondering if it’ll come into play, but Derek moves on. He activates the beads in the subject’s anus, sending more waves of pleasure through his body, but the subject remains silent, still holding back from begging for release.

Derek brings a beaker and orders the subject to cum within 30 seconds. With visible effort and trembling, the subject manages to ejaculate just in time. You type Yes to the next question: Is the subject able to cum within the time limit?

Curious, you check the subject’s personal information on your tablet. His name is Joshua, and he’s been a subject for a year and a half. You glance back at the lab, realizing only 20 minutes have passed. You wonder what kind of experiments Joshua has endured and what else might be in store for him today.

~*~

Derek continues the examination with a few taps on the screen, activating yet another machine. From the chair, a white, narrow tube rises up—a tunnel designed to fit snugly over Joshua’s cock. A small device attaches itself to the tip, and you notice the fear in Joshua’s eyes as the tube begins its steady, rhythmic stroking motion. His moans quickly turn to screams, and the pain in his voice is unmistakable.

Confused, you lean toward Alcina and ask in a whisper, “What’s happening to him?”

Alcina leans close to you, her breath warm against your ear. “The small device at his tip is gently sucking and massaging him. Paired with the machine’s stroking, it’s an agonizing combination. If the sensors detect that he’s close to cumming, the device will send electric pulses to prevent ejaculation.”

Your brows furrow as you whisper back, “That’s… cruel.”

Alcina chuckles, her eyes glinting with amusement. “But that’s part of the fun. It’s similar to how I edge you with electricity, isn’t it?” Her words make your cheeks flush, memories of your own sessions flickering in your mind. As you refocus on the tablet, the questions keep coming: Is the subject able to endure pain and pleasure simultaneously? and Did the subject beg during the examination?

You continue answering as Derek methodically raises the intensity, taking notes on Joshua’s reactions. The next part of the process begins as Derek lowers the tube hanging from the ceiling. He carefully positions Joshua’s cock inside it, securing it into place with a few taps on the screen. The machine hums to life, now milking him with precision. Meanwhile, the beads in Joshua’s anus are replaced with a cold, steel rod that continues the stimulation.

Derek tells Joshua, “You will need to cum at least three times.” The first ejaculation comes quickly, almost effortlessly, but by the time the second and third rounds begin, Joshua’s body is visibly writhing in agony. His moans are more desperate now, and finally, you hear him beg, pleading for a moment of respite.

But the examination isn’t over yet. As you’re still answering questions on your tablet, you see a message appear on the board from Joshua’s client. Everyone in the room, including the subject and Derek, sees it:

Give him 5 minutes to calm down, then put him in chastity. Meanwhile, penetrate him with a rubber cock for 15 minutes – From Client (1/3). The scientists all note the instruction.

Joshua struggles to calm himself, his body trembling as his cock returns to a flaccid state. Derek efficiently places a chastity device on him, ensuring the tight fit before setting up the next machine—a mechanical device designed to penetrate him. The rubber cock slowly begins its work, and after only three minutes, Joshua’s body is once again trembling. His pre-cum drips from the chastity cage, and it’s clear that he’s fighting to keep himself in check. But with every thrust, it hardens again, forcing him to endure further torment.

After 15 minutes, Derek removes the chastity device, waiting until Joshua’s cock softens before stopping the penetration. Another message flashes on the board:

Tie his balls, use electric cock rings for stimulation, and penetrate him until he cums within 5 minutes – From Client (2/3). It’s the second strict order from the client.

Without hesitation, Derek moves swiftly, tying Joshua’s balls tightly and fitting four electric rings onto his cock. The penetration resumes, this time faster and more relentless. His cock, as expected, becomes fully erect within moments, and Joshua’s moans grow louder with each passing second. You watch, almost amazed, as he manages to cum within the given 5 minutes.

By now, you’re trying to grasp how much training he must have gone through to handle this level of control. You continue answering the questions on your tablet: Did the subject follow and complete order #1? and Did the subject follow and complete order #2?

Before you can finish, another message appears on the board—the final order from Joshua’s client:

Put a rubber cock with a suction cup on the floor. Have the subject penetrate himself and stroke his cock to cum within 10 minutes – From Client (3/3).

The tension in the room builds as Joshua is released from the white chair. He stands shakily, tears brimming in his eyes as Derek sets up the rubber cock on the floor. The rubber cock looks familiar to you—it’s the same size as the one Alcina used to train you, though you recall it going inside you rather than anally.

Joshua positions himself carefully over the cock, lowering his body onto it while simultaneously stroking his own member. He’s just recently cum, and you doubt whether he has it in him for another round. But with each agonizing stroke and thrust, he pushes himself further, gritting his teeth in pain and determination. The minutes tick away, and just when you think he might fail, he manages to cum again, ejecting his seed into the beaker Derek holds out.

A voice from the corner of the observation room calls out, reminding everyone to submit their observation forms within three minutes. You quickly glance at your tablet, ensuring you’ve filled out every question thoroughly. Once the forms are submitted, the one-way mirror turns into a semi-transparent screen, showing the final score calculations in real-time. After the analysis is complete, Joshua passes the examination.

The results flash onto the screen near the white chair, and Derek moves swiftly again, preparing a syringe. He walks over to Joshua, who is now lying exhausted on the bed, and injects the liquid into his arm. Within moments, Joshua passes out, his body finally succumbing to the fatigue.

You sit back in your chair, the memories of your own journey still vivid. Now that you’ve witnessed what happens on the other side of the glass, you understand just how grueling the process is. Whatever Joshua has endured, you hope he finds a sense of belonging in his new identity within the facility.

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When the intense observation session concludes and the scores have been calculated, Helena fetches Alcina for a private conversation, leaving you briefly alone in the observation room. As you stand there, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion from everything you’ve just witnessed, a shadow approaches from your peripheral vision. You turn to find yourself face-to-face with Miranda Lukes, Alcina’s boss. The mere sight of her makes your heart race in a way that isn’t comforting.

“Aliya?” she addresses you, her voice firm, though there’s something unsettling about her presence. You meet her gaze, though nervously.

“Good evening, Dr. Lukes,” you reply, attempting to maintain composure.

Miranda exudes an aura similar to Dr. Harper’s—cold, detached, and sharp. She stands too close for comfort, cornering you near the observation room’s edge. There's a tension in the air, a silent expectation that makes your skin prickle.

“I’ve always wanted to ask you,” she begins, her voice laced with suspicion. “Were you the one that convinced Alcina to make you a senior tester?”

Caught off guard, you shake your head quickly. “No, it was all Dr. Dimitrescu’s idea. I didn’t know anything until I woke up after the product-checking procedure. I wasn’t even sure I passed or not.”

Miranda’s icy stare lingers on you, clearly unconvinced by your explanation. Her lips curl into a skeptical smirk. “You’re just a subject, remember that, Aliya. Alcina is one of my best scientists. She wasn’t like that until you came along.”

Her words sting, her disdain toward you palpable. You try to maintain a neutral expression, but her gaze feels like a knife cutting through your resolve. “Well,” she continues, “since you’re the senior tester now, I will personally monitor your performance. If your so-called standard falls below any of the new subjects, I won’t hesitate to write a report to my superiors, stating that you’re not even qualified to be here. Mark my words, Aliya.”

Her threat lingers in the air as she walks away, leaving you standing in stunned silence, a chill running down your spine.

A few minutes later, Alcina returns, and the two of you head back to your shared area. Dinner arrives shortly after, and you sit together, the air between you a bit quieter than usual. Alcina notices your unease.

“I noticed my boss talked to you earlier,” she says, her tone calm but concerned. “What did she say to you?”

You recount the exchange with Miranda, her threat still fresh in your mind. The way Miranda had targeted you, and how she hinted at Alcina changing because of you—it all felt too personal, too pointed. Confusion floods you as you finish explaining the encounter, unsure why you were singled out.

Alcina frowns, clearly disturbed by the confrontation. “I don’t understand why she would threaten you like that.”

There’s a pause as you glance at her, considering whether Miranda's anger is rooted in something deeper. “Has… anything happened between you two?” you ask cautiously.

Alcina shakes her head. “Not even a hug or a handshake,” she responds with certainty. But after a brief moment of thought, she recalls something. “Well, Kendra once mocked me, calling me the boss’s pet during our Behavioral Program days.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Maybe that’s it? She’s mad because you stopped being the ‘boss’s pet?’”

Alcina laughs softly, though there’s an edge to her voice. “Perhaps. Maybe I shifted my focus when you became part of my world, and she noticed. I’m not interested in ‘pleasing’ Miranda, and I never was. But you have nothing to worry about,” she reassures you, her hand resting on yours. “I’ll make sure you’re always at your peak, Aliya. Your performance won’t be lower than anyone else’s—I won’t let that happen.”

Her words calm you, though Miranda’s threat still lingers in the back of your mind. There’s a newfound clarity, though—you realize that Alcina’s devotion to you, her attention, may have shifted dynamics in ways you couldn’t have predicted.

~*~

As the month winds down, Alcina receives an email from Charlotte, reminding her of your upcoming examination. The notification brings her back to the facility’s routine—a monthly performance check to ensure that everything remains on track. She turns to you, her tone both gentle and matter-of-fact.

“You’ll need to prepare for anything that may come,” she says, her voice calm but carrying an undertone that makes you wonder what this check will truly involve. The anticipation leaves you with a slight pang of uncertainty.

“What does the monthly performance check even cover?” you ask, half hoping it’s no different than the daily observations and half suspecting otherwise.

“It could be anything,” Alcina pauses thoughtfully. “I’ve been tracking your status closely—no detail goes unnoticed,” she reassures, offering a comforting smile. “Miranda did send me an email questioning our arrangement, of course, so I know they’re looking at things under a microscope. The system collects feedback from all scientists who booked you, and so far, each one has been impressed. They’ve mentioned your resilience, how well your body handles challenging experiments. It’s rare, and I’ve noted it in every weekly report for the last three weeks.”

You’re genuinely surprised, thinking back on each demanding test you’ve undergone. The feedback that you'd handled each one well—well enough to get positive notes from the scientists—feels like a quiet but solid victory. “I had no idea,” you say, almost at a loss for words. There’s a strange sense of pride, and it brings some reassurance that the examination might go smoother than expected.

Alcina’s tone turns reassuring again. “All you need to do now is stick to your regular schedule. The examination will be in three days, and Charlotte will send out the details soon.”

The mention of Charlotte stirs a nervousness within you. “I haven’t seen her since the ‘product-checking’ process. I still remember how terrifying she was. I just hope the monthly examination isn’t as intense.”

“She is intimidating,” Alcina acknowledges, a hint of sympathy in her eyes. “At least, they don’t seem to be involving drugs or strange medications in your tests. But I have heard rumors that some scientists elsewhere in the facility continue to run those kinds of experiments, and they’re always cycling in new subjects.” She says this quietly, as if admitting a troubling fact.

You hesitate before asking, “Do you think…when they say subjects have ‘failed’ tests or were ‘eliminated,’ it means they’re transferred somewhere else for drug testing? Or maybe something worse?”

Alcina’s expression darkens slightly. “I don’t know,” she admits. “If that’s true, I’ve never worked with those scientists. None of the scientists I work with now were involved in any of those experiments. If those tests still happen, they may have been moved to a separate facility.” She hesitates, glancing at you with some worry. “Though, if I had to guess, it’s possible some clients do have…twisted desires. If a client were that kind of person, they might ask the facility for a subject who’d been conditioned or ‘trained’ to their taste, and then proceed to drug them further, just for their own…satisfaction. So, those ‘eliminated’ subjects? They may very well be sold off quietly rather than simply disposed of.”

A chill runs through you at her words, but then Alcina steps closer, wrapping her arms around you in a gentle hug. “But that’s enough of that,” she says softly. “I don’t want you to dwell on things beyond your control. Let’s have lunch—it’s Sunday, after all. I thought we could ease into some tests this afternoon.”

Her embrace feels warm, grounding, as if pulling you back from the edge of a troubling thought spiral. With Alcina by your side, you feel just a bit steadier, even as you prepare for whatever the next few days may bring.

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Two days later, a woman in a sharp black suit strides into the lab, her demeanor exuding authority. She introduces herself as Charlotte’s assistant, here to escort you to the west wing. Your heartbeat quickens, but knowing Alcina will be nearby helps steady your nerves. Since Charlotte has acknowledged Alcina’s role as your client, she’s permitted to observe. The assistant swipes her card to grant you access to the sterile white corridor ahead, then turns to Alcina, directing her to the observation level one floor above. You meet Alcina’s reassuring gaze, her nod giving you the courage to proceed.

Inside the examination room, Charlotte is already waiting. She steps forward, clasping your hand with a firm, almost grounding grip, leading you to the familiar white chair. That feeling of dread creeps back; even after everything, the chair’s clinical coldness and mechanical precision are as intimidating as ever. Sensing your hesitation, Charlotte briefly explains, “Today, we’ll be covering strength, endurance, pressure tolerance, obedience, and more. It’s a three-hour evaluation, and your score in each category must stay above 4.0 out of 5.” Her words, even if intended to encourage, add weight to the moment.

Once you settle into the chair, restraints lock around your wrists and ankles with a cold, practiced precision. Charlotte taps a few controls, and the hum of machinery fills the air, signaling the start. A lubricated rubber cock descends, sliding inside you with a deliberate, steady rhythm, while an electric wand, mounted on a robotic arm, targets your clit. The electric pulses are sudden, causing your body to twitch involuntarily. Charlotte circles behind you, her fingers finding their way to your chest, teasing your nipples, twisting and tugging, keeping you just on the edge.

For the next hour, the devices continue their relentless rhythm. A thin metal rod enters your anal passage, moving in alternation with the rubber cock. When one pushes in, the other pulls back, creating a rhythm that has you straining to maintain control. The electric wand shifts to a vibrator, tracing maddening circles over your sensitive nerves, and finally, after an hour of edging, you’re pushed over the edge, a tremor of relief coursing through your body. Despite every instinct urging you to ask for a pause, you hold back, unwilling to risk any points for needing mercy.

The final hour brings new challenges. Charlotte unfastens your restraints and guides you to a nearby bed, positioning you with your wrists cuffed and fastened to the headboard, your hips lifted and exposed. She fits herself with a strap-on, her thrusts intense, her rhythm unyielding. Between thrusts, a sharp smack lands on your buttocks, stinging but intensifying each sensation. She picks up a riding crop, trailing it along your back, then bringing it down with sharp, measured strikes. At one point, she pauses, instructing you to “work the dildo on your own.” The command is humbling, leaving you flushed, yet you comply, giving yourself over to the process.

Finally, the three-hour examination concludes. Charlotte steps back, her gaze approving. “You did well. You didn’t fall below the standard—quite the opposite. Keep this up,” she says, her tone filled with satisfaction. “I look forward to seeing your progress next month.”

As you gather yourself, body exhausted but spirit intact, you catch Alcina’s eyes from the observation level. There’s a pride there that brings a small sense of victory, grounding you after the grueling test. You know, despite everything, that with her by your side, you can handle whatever challenges lie ahead.

~*~

After returning from the monthly examination, you find Alcina waiting for you in her lab, her golden eyes scanning your face for signs of weariness. “How was it?” she asks, her voice calm but laced with curiosity.

You shrug, managing a small smile. “It was fine. A bit tiring, but I’m relieved it’s over.”

Alcina nods, her gaze softening. “Good. You handled it well, I’m sure. Did Charlotte do anything… unexpected this time?”

You hesitate for a moment before recounting the details, from the mechanical precision of the machines to Charlotte’s hands-on methods during the final hour. Alcina listens intently, occasionally frowning or nodding as if mentally noting every word.

“I’m glad it went smoothly,” she says finally, her tone firm. “But you’ve earned some rest. Have you thought about taking a 24-hour vacation?”

The thought has lingered in the back of your mind since your new privileges were granted. “Actually… I think it’s time,” you admit. “I want to see if I can feel normal again, even if it’s just for a day.”

Alcina’s expression shifts to something more serious. “I understand. But you need to remember the rules. No talking about this place. No revealing anything about your life here. If you violate any of these regulations…” She pauses, her voice dropping. “The consequences can be severe. Do you understand?”

You nod, the weight of her words sinking in. “I understand.”

A few days later, you submit your application for the leave. Alcina approves it swiftly on her end and forwards it to the higher-ups for final approval. That evening, after a long day of sessions, you return to your room to find Alcina waiting for you.

“We need to talk,” she says, gesturing for you to sit. “If they approve your leave, you’ll need to be prepared. Let’s practice.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, settling into the chair.

Alcina leans forward, her hands resting on the table between you. “What will you say if you run into your family or friends? How will you explain your disappearance?”

You hesitate, the thought sending a nervous flutter through your chest. “I… I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”

Alcina tilts her head, studying you. “You used to live in Chicago, right?”

You nod. “Yes.”

For a moment, she seems lost in thought, her fingers drumming lightly against the table. Then, she looks up, her expression firm. “If they approve your leave, you’ll need to pretend nothing happened. If anyone asks, you were away for personal reasons—work, maybe a sudden move. Keep it vague, but believable. Avoid too many details.”

You nod again, taking mental notes. “What if they push for answers?”

“Deflect,” Alcina advises. “Tell them it was temporary, something you’re not ready to talk about. Most people will respect that boundary. The key is not to let them see any cracks.”

The next day, your application is approved. A notification arrives on your tablet, confirming the date and time for your leave. You show the message to Alcina, who glances over it with a small nod. “It’s settled then. I’ll escort you to the departure area when it’s time.”

The morning of your leave arrives, and a strange mix of excitement and dread settles in your chest. Alcina meets you outside your room, her presence steadying you as always. She walks you to the designated area, reminding you one last time of the rules.

When the black vehicle arrives, its windows tinted to obscure any view of the outside, Alcina pulls you into a brief but firm hug. “Remember everything we talked about. Be careful. And come back safe.”

“I will,” you promise, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your chest as you step into the vehicle and wave goodbye at Alcina.

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The journey in the black vehicle is nothing like you expected. As the heavy doors close behind you and the engine hums to life, you brace yourself for a long, quiet ride. But instead, the interior is unexpectedly luxurious—almost absurdly so.

The dim lighting creates a cozy atmosphere, and there’s a small bar stocked with snacks and drinks along one wall. Opposite it, a plush sofa invites you to relax, and in the corner, a screen displays a selection of simple video games. It feels surreal, almost like stepping into a private lounge on wheels.

You settle onto the sofa, your eyes scanning the array of snacks. You’re not particularly hungry, but the sight of the familiar treats is oddly comforting. A bag of chips catches your eye, and you grab it, leaning back as you open it and crunch down on the first bite. The flavor bursts in your mouth, a taste you haven’t had since before you arrived at the facility. It feels like a small piece of normalcy in an otherwise strange reality.

Time feels fluid in this moving sanctuary. After finishing the chips, you take a bottle of water from the bar and sip as you glance at the screen with the games. You tap on a simple puzzle game to pass the time, but your mind keeps drifting back to where you’re going—and what you’ll say when you get there.

How long has it been since you’ve seen Chicago? Your family? Your friends? You try to remember their faces, their voices, but it’s harder than you’d like to admit. The facility’s rigid routines and constant tests have blurred your sense of time, making the past feel like a distant memory.

As the vehicle glides smoothly over what you assume are highways, your eyelids grow heavy. You stretch out on the sofa, deciding to take advantage of the opportunity to rest. The cushioned surface is far more comfortable than you anticipated, and despite your anxious thoughts, sleep takes you quickly.

As the vehicle comes to a smooth stop after about two to three hours, you notice the neighborhood looks just as it did the day you were taken. The familiar sights stir a mix of emotions—nostalgia, relief, and a twinge of fear. The two guards step out first, one opening your door while the other hands you a clipboard with a form clipped to it.

The taller guard speaks in a calm yet firm voice. “This is a confidentiality agreement. Read it carefully and sign at the bottom. We’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6 a.m. sharp.”

You glance over the document. Most of it is standard language about maintaining confidentiality, but one line stands out: If you mention the facility or its activities to anyone, the guards are authorized to remove you immediately, and you will face consequences. Your throat tightens as you read the line a second time, then a third, before signing your name at the bottom.

The guards nod in acknowledgment and hand you your old phone. It feels strange in your hands, as if holding a relic from a life you barely remember. Without another word, the guards return to the vehicle and drive off, leaving you standing on the sidewalk in front of your house.

You find the spare key tucked under a ceramic flowerpot, just where you’d left it before. Stepping inside, the familiar scent of the place hits you, clean and faintly citrusy. It’s clear someone has been maintaining the house—dust-free surfaces, freshly vacuumed carpets, and even the faint smell of detergent lingering in the air. You suspect it’s your parents; they always kept a spare key and had a habit of looking after your space when you were away.

Setting your bag down, you walk through the house, each room bringing back memories. The cozy living room where you’d spent countless evenings reading. The small kitchen where you’d once cooked your favorite meals. And your bedroom, still exactly as you left it—the bed neatly made, your books stacked on the desk, and a small photo frame of you and your parents on a summer day.

~*~

As you sit on the sofa, the house feels both familiar and foreign. It’s been nearly a year since you’ve been here, and yet, nothing seems to have changed. The faint scent of lavender lingers, likely from the cleaning products your parents used. You glance at the document the guards gave you, the stark reminder of the rules looming in your mind. The sentence about consequences if you mention the facility sends a shiver down your spine.

You look at your phone again, overwhelmed by the sheer number of unread messages. Friends asking where you’ve been, others sending cryptic memes to keep the thread alive, and Emily’s voicemail from months ago, panicked and confused about your sudden disappearance. As you scroll, you pause on the photo of the email you supposedly sent. A wave of unease washes over you—clearly, the facility fabricated a backstory for you, but it only makes the lies you’re about to tell feel heavier.

Then your phone buzzes in your hand, and Emily’s name flashes on the screen.

“Aliya? Thank God you’re still alive! Where the hell have you been?” Her voice is a mix of relief and frustration.

You close your eyes, steadying yourself. “Hey, Emily. I’m sorry I disappeared so suddenly. I… had to take a job far away, and it was really demanding. No phones, no internet, no way to reach anyone. It was a huge mistake not to tell you all directly.”

She’s quiet for a moment, then sighs. “I see. Wow, that’s intense. But you’re okay now, right?”

“I’m fine,” you assure her, the practiced lines you rehearsed with Alcina flowing naturally. “It’s been a long year, but I’m back for a short visit.”

“Well, do you have time to meet up?”

You hesitate briefly, the confidential form flashing in your mind, but you know avoiding everyone would raise more questions. “I do. Where should we meet?”

“Same old place, Paul’s café. Is one o’clock this afternoon okay?”

“Yeah, that works.”

“Great! I’ll see you then!” Emily’s excitement is palpable, and it’s bittersweet to hear.

You hang up and glance at the time. It’s only 9:30 in the morning. You decide to make the most of your free time, sitting down at your laptop to catch up on the news. Headlines flash across the screen—politics, economic shifts, a new mayor in town. The world kept turning without you, and yet you feel like a ghost slipping back into its flow.

At 12:30, you get ready to leave. The guards outside glance at you as you step onto the porch, but they don’t stop you. You walk to Paul’s café, the familiar streets stirring a mix of nostalgia and unease. It’s as if nothing has changed, yet you feel like a different person entirely.

When you enter the café, the bell above the door chimes, and Emily waves frantically from a corner table. She’s exactly as you remember—bright-eyed and full of energy. As you approach, she jumps up to hug you tightly.

“Aliya! I can’t believe it’s you!”

You smile, hugging her back. “It’s good to see you, Emily.”

Sitting down, she orders two coffees before diving into questions. “So, tell me everything. What kind of job keeps you off the grid for a whole year?”

You hesitate, sipping your coffee to buy time. “It was… a private research project,” you say finally. “Very hush-hush, very isolating. But it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.”

Emily raises an eyebrow. “Research? You were always more into… I don’t know, creative stuff.”

“It was more about supporting the team,” you explain. “Administrative work, mostly. Not glamorous, but it paid well.”

She nods slowly, her curiosity still evident. “Well, I’m just glad you’re okay. We were all so worried.”

For the rest of the conversation, you steer the topic toward her life—her job, her relationships, the small dramas of everyday life. It’s easier this way, keeping the focus off yourself. But even as you laugh and reminisce, the weight of your secret lingers in the back of your mind.

When the conversation winds down, Emily insists on walking you back. You politely decline, not wanting her to see the guards stationed outside your house. As you part ways, she hugs you again, her voice soft. “Don’t disappear on us again, okay?”

“I won’t,” you promise, even though you know it’s a lie.

Back at your house, the guards glance at you but say nothing as you enter. Sitting on the sofa, you feel a strange mix of relief and sadness. This brief glimpse of your old life feels like a dream, one that’s already slipping away.

When you glance at the clock, it’s almost 6 p.m. You realize you still have the rest of the evening, but the thought of stepping out again feels overwhelming. For now, though, you allow yourself this fleeting moment of normalcy, savoring the warmth of home one last time. You sit back, letting the quiet of the house envelop you, counting down the hours until the guards return to take you back to the facility.

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The hours at home pass in a haze of mixed emotions. You lie on the bed you once called your own, the mattress softer and more welcoming than the one at the facility. The familiar walls and furniture bring a strange sense of calm, but it’s tinged with an aching loneliness and helplessness that you can’t shake.

The television hums in the background, broadcasting news about recent global events—politics, entertainment, natural disasters. These stories used to captivate you, but now they feel distant, like echoes from a world you no longer belong to. Browsing the internet doesn’t help either. The headlines and social media updates from old friends seem like fragments of a life that’s slipped through your fingers.

You glance at the clock. Ten hours left. A pang of unease courses through you. The thought of leaving a note, just something to let your family or friends know you’re alive, crosses your mind again. But you remember Alcina’s warnings and Helena’s stern explanations about the consequences of breaking the facility’s rules. You don’t know whether there are hidden cameras monitoring your every move or if the guard stationed outside your home is under strict orders to intervene at the slightest sign of rebellion.

The idea of escape flickers in your mind, faint and tempting. But you push it away just as quickly. You know better now. Helena made sure of that. What would happen if I tried again? Would they take me to the "other part" of the facility—the one I dread to even think about? And then there’s Alcina. You don’t want to jeopardize her position or your bond. In a strange way, you’ve come to find solace in being hers.

With a deep sigh, you turn off the TV and lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The quiet of the house feels oppressive, a stark contrast to the sterile but structured life you’ve grown used to. Your chest tightens with a feeling you haven’t allowed yourself to acknowledge fully: loneliness. You drift into an uneasy sleep, hoping it will make the remaining hours pass faster.

When you wake, the room is dim with the first hints of dawn, and the clock shows you have just an hour left. You sit up, your muscles stiff, and rub your eyes. The thought of leaving this place fills you with an unexpected sadness, even though you’ve known for a long time that you can’t stay. You don’t belong here anymore, no matter how much your heart yearns for it.

You get up and straighten the room, making sure everything looks untouched. The guard outside knocks softly, his voice calm but firm. “It’s time.”

Taking one last look around, you swallow the lump in your throat and follow him out to the waiting vehicle. The streets are quiet, and the air is crisp as you step inside. The door closes with a heavy finality, and the hum of the engine signals your return to the life you’ve accepted.

The ride back feels even longer. The luxurious setup inside the vehicle feels like a mockery now—snacks and games can’t distract you from the whirlwind of emotions. You sit silently, staring at the floor, replaying every moment of your time outside. Did I make the most of it? Did I hold on too tightly to something I should have let go of?

When the vehicle finally pulls into the facility, Alcina is waiting for you at the entrance. Her presence immediately grounds you, her golden eyes soft with concern. “Welcome back, darling,” she says gently, pulling you into a warm hug.

The tension in your chest eases slightly as you lean into her embrace. “I... I missed you,” you admit quietly, and it’s true. Even though you long for freedom, there’s a comfort in knowing you have someone who understands the complexities of your situation.

“Did everything go smoothly?” she asks as she leads you back to her lab.

You nod. “Yes. But... it felt different. Being home... It didn’t feel the same.”

Alcina smiles knowingly. “Because you’ve changed, my dear. And so has your place in the world. You’re stronger now, but it comes with sacrifices. You did well—more than well, I’m sure of it.”

Her words, though comforting, carry an undeniable truth. The person who left Chicago isn’t the same person who returned today. You’re no longer tied to the world outside. You belong here now, under her care, for better or worse.

~*~

You return to your room after your short vacation feeling a mix of conflicting emotions—sorrow, relief, comfort, and a lingering sense of loss. As you settle into the familiar surroundings, you pick up your tablet to check your schedule. There are two scientists booked for you this afternoon: one for an hour, another for two hours. You scan the details on the screen, feeling that old knot of tension form in your stomach.

When you tap through the appointments, the world you left behind flickers through your mind. You can still recall the streets of Chicago and the faces you didn’t dare approach or acknowledge. You think back to the luxurious vehicle that carried you to and from your old life. Yet now, holding the tablet and reading about these upcoming sessions, the facility’s routine feels like your new normal. You ask yourself if you can ever truly return to who you once were.

The first scientist, someone named Ariel, takes you in the afternoon. She’s clinical yet curious, and when she arrives, she leads you to a chair and secures you with straps. The hour passes in a haze of vibrations, moans, and climaxes, one after another. The device she uses is unrelenting, bringing you to the edge and pushing you over again and again. By the time the session ends, you’ve reached your peak at least ten times, leaving you breathless and flushed. Ariel, impressed, compares you to her own subject, who can only handle three orgasms in the same timeframe. You’re not sure if you should feel proud or horrified at your new “talent.”

Next comes Charlie, a familiar presence who greets you with a nod and a neutral smile. Charlie’s session involves electricity again. She’s methodical, always looking to gather data. Today, her experiment focuses on comparing your endurance to that of her original subjects. The electric pulses course through your body, and as you endure yet another intense trial, the memory of the outside world drifts back into your mind. Even as you struggle with the shocks, you wonder—what would have happened if you’d tried to escape during your vacation? No. You know better than that now. Still, the thought lingers like a stubborn echo.

By the time the afternoon sessions end, your body feels heavy with exhaustion. There’s a dull ache in your muscles, a lingering sensitivity in every nerve. You return to your room, expecting Alcina to join you for dinner as usual, but she’s tied up in a meeting that started at 6 p.m. So you eat alone, picking at the food delivered by the grocery department. Even the taste and texture of your meal feel distant, as though you’re observing yourself from afar.

Finishing your dinner, you pick up the tablet again to review the schedule for the upcoming week. It’s packed, of course. More scientists wanting to measure your responses, push your limits, and extract more data. You stare at the list, your vision blurring slightly with tiredness. The silence of your room presses against you, and your mind wanders to the nature of your existence here.

You understand that leaving isn’t a realistic option. Not after what you’ve learned, not after you nearly tried it once. And resigning? That’s off the table too. Not only would it disappoint Alcina, but it might also provoke Miranda or others to take severe action against you. You’ve been warned. The consequences are always looming.

Yet, as you sit alone in your room, the question gnaws at you: what is normal to you now? The routine of sessions and experiments has become your life. The rules and restrictions that shape your day-to-day existence are starting to feel like second nature. You’ve grown stronger and more resilient—enough to survive harsh tests and constant scrutiny. But at what cost?

If you could explain this to someone back in Chicago, would they understand? You doubt it. You recall the worry in Alcina’s voice, the intense gaze of Helena, the ominous threats from Miranda. Each of these people—and the facility they represent—has nudged you further away from your old identity.

You inhale slowly, feeling the tightness in your chest. The place that once felt alien and frightening now feels… familiar. You’ve adapted, but you’re not sure if that’s good or bad. Does adaptation mean acceptance? Or does it mean you’re losing yourself?

You lie down on your bed and stare at the ceiling. The softness of the mattress and the warmth of the covers do little to ease the restlessness inside you. Alcina’s meeting might last another hour or two, and when she returns, you know she’ll sense the turmoil in you. She always does. Will you tell her how you feel, or will you keep these doubts to yourself?

As your eyes grow heavy, you listen to the hum of the facility’s air system—a quiet, constant reminder of where you are. You think of Alcina’s promise to keep your performance high, her unwavering support to help you survive. For now, that might be enough, even if it can’t silence the questions permanently.

Sleep takes you gradually, your mind spinning with possibilities and doubts. The last conscious thought you have is that tomorrow will bring another round of sessions and expectations, and you’ll meet them as you always do—enduring, adapting, and wondering how much longer you can maintain this new normal.

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A week passes quietly enough, with your schedule returning to its regular intensity. Then, on a Wednesday morning, as you check your tablet for the day’s sessions, something unusual catches your eye. Among the familiar names of scientists who have booked time with you, there’s an unexpected entry: Dr. Lukes. She’s scheduled a session with you for Saturday morning.

Your stomach tightens at the sight of her name. Dr. Lukes has always radiated an unsettling aura—stern, suspicious, and not exactly fond of the arrangement that turned you into a senior tester. You pick up your tablet and head to the living room where Alcina is finishing her breakfast. The aroma of your morning meal drifts through the air, but your appetite slips away at the thought of Lukes wanting a session.

“Alcina,” you say, placing the tablet on the table in front of her, your voice low, “look at this. Dr. Lukes booked me for Saturday morning.”

Alcina’s brows knit together as she leans over to read the entry. “Did you see this yesterday?” she asks, her tone laced with concern.

You shake your head. “No, it was vacant yesterday. Can your boss book me without your approval?”

Alcina frowns, setting down her coffee cup. “Apparently, yes. Let me check what she wants on my end later when we’re in the lab.”

You nod, trying to keep your voice steady. The idea of Miranda Lukes conducting a session with you sends a ripple of unease through your body. Even Alcina seems troubled, and that alone is enough to keep your nerves on edge.

After finishing breakfast, you and Alcina walk down the corridors to the lab together. The hum of the facility’s machinery and distant footsteps of scientists going about their day serve as a steady backdrop. Once in the lab, Alcina sits at her computer, tapping her fingers against the keyboard, pulling up the details of your schedule.

“Just says ‘performance check,’ nothing else,” Alcina mutters, squinting at the screen. “And you’re required to go to her lab in the west wing.”

Your heart sinks at the mention of the west wing. “West wing? Isn’t that where… well, more intense experiments happen?”

Alcina’s eyes flicker. “She does have a lab, like every scientist. But Miranda’s? We don’t know what she plans.” She glances at the time on her screen. “It’s almost nine o’clock. You have a session soon. Go on, attend your morning session. I’ll check with my boss and we’ll talk at lunch, okay?”

You nod, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

As you leave the lab, your thoughts spin around Dr. Lukes’s booking. The morning’s sessions blur together as your mind keeps drifting back to Saturday’s appointment. The first scientist who booked you for an hour seems impressed by your resilience, but you barely note their compliments this time. The second session is more intense, involving electric shocks while you’re blindfolded, yet you endure it all mechanically, almost numb to the sensations. When you flinch from a particularly sharp shock, it’s less about fear or pain, and more about the undercurrent of worry gnawing at your focus.

By midday, you feel worn, your nerves frayed by anticipation rather than just the physical tests. You head to your room, but Alcina meets you halfway and invites you for lunch. Sitting across from her, picking at your food, you wait for her to speak, hoping she has some reassurance to offer.

“I checked with my boss,” Alcina says, her eyes searching your face. “Miranda said she doesn’t need to tell me everything. She reminded me that yes, I’m your client, but she’s still my boss. She wants you to be ready for whatever’s coming. That’s all.”

Your heart sinks. “She didn’t say anything else?”

Alcina’s mouth forms a tight line. “No. Just that. But I believe you can handle her,” she adds more gently, reaching to place her hand over yours. “You’ve faced so many intense situations and come out fine. This is just one more test.”

You nod slowly, but doubt still creeps in at the edges of your mind. The thought of going to Dr. Lukes’s lab in the west wing churns your stomach. You remember Miranda’s veiled threats, the way she questioned your place here. Even if you’ve proven yourself to countless scientists, if Miranda wants to find fault, she might just do that.

“I’ll try to stay calm,” you say softly.

Alcina gives you a small, encouraging smile. “You’re stronger than you think, Aliya. Remember that.”

For the rest of the afternoon, the schedule remains demanding. The routine experiments feel almost like a comfort now, a known quantity compared to the unknown that awaits on Saturday. But when night comes, and you lie in bed, the tablet on your bedside table shows the Saturday booking in stark letters. No amount of distraction can completely push away the worry slithering through your thoughts.

You think back to your recent 24-hour vacation: how the world outside felt distant and changed, how you realized you belong here now, under Alcina’s guidance. You remind yourself that you’ve handled everything so far, from the harshest electrical tests to the most grueling endurance trials. Maybe Miranda’s test won’t be so different. Maybe it’s just another opportunity to show what you can do.

Still, as you drift off to sleep, the question lingers: what does Miranda Lukes have planned for you this Saturday morning?

~*~

Saturday morning arrives with a heavy sense of dread hanging over you. As you finish your breakfast, Alcina enters your room, her demeanor calm but concerned. She places a comforting hand on your shoulder and offers you a reassuring smile. “Just relax, Aliya,” she says. “It’s probably nothing. Dr. Lukes likes to show off her authority, but you’ve handled worse.”

You attempt a smile in return, but the memory of Dr. Lukes’s veiled threats is fresh in your mind. The idea of facing her in a performance check makes your stomach churn, and you can’t shake the uncertainty of what she has planned. As the clock inches closer to your appointment time, Alcina walks with you to her lab. Five minutes before the session begins, a woman in a black suit—Dr. Lukes’s assistant, Taylor—arrives to escort you to the west wing. Taylor explains that the lab requires a Level 3 keycard for access, which is why she’s there to guide you.

Alcina and you exchange a glance. She squeezes your hand briefly, her silent way of telling you to stay strong, before you follow Taylor out of the room.

The walk to the west wing feels longer than it should. The sterile halls and echoing clicks of Taylor’s heels heighten your sense of unease. Finally, you arrive at a lab door marked Experimental Room 5B. Taylor swipes her card, the door beeps, and it slides open to reveal Dr. Lukes standing beside a familiar white chair in the center of the room.

“Aliya, here you are,” Dr. Lukes greets with a thin smile. “Come here and sit.”

Your throat tightens as you approach the chair. Memories of the product-checking procedure flood back—the restraints, the intense stimulation, the scrutinizing eyes of the scientists behind the glass. Swallowing hard, you sit, feeling the cold surface beneath you as your heart races.

Dr. Lukes steps closer, her sharp eyes studying your every move. “You must be wondering why I booked a session with you,” she says, her tone dripping with calculated curiosity. You nod slightly, unsure of how to respond.

“Well, relax, Aliya,” she continues, her smile not reaching her eyes. “It’s just a simple performance check. You know, sometimes I don’t trust the numbers. Reports can be falsified, intentionally or not, and I’ve seen quite a few glowing reviews about you. Magnificent, some say.” Her hand reaches out, tilting your chin so you’re forced to meet her piercing gaze. “I think it’s time I see for myself if you’re truly as impressive as the reports claim.”

Her grip on your chin tightens slightly before she lets go. “Show me what you’ve got for the next three hours. And, Aliya, if you fail to meet the standards…” She leans in, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I’ll have no choice but to file a report stating you’re not qualified to be a senior tester. Understand?”

Your body trembles as she steps back and begins clicking buttons on a panel. Her fingers dancing over the controls. A low hum slips past her lips — slow, deliberate, almost absentminded. The melody is simple yet strangely haunting, curling in your ears like smoke. You can’t place it, but it lodges somewhere deep inside, as if you’ve heard it before in another place, another time. The chair whirs softly as restraints snap into place, locking your wrists and ankles. The sound alone makes your pulse race.

“The report says you can endure Level 8 electricity,” Dr. Lukes says, glancing at her panel. “Let’s start at Level 5. I want to see if that delicate clit of yours can truly bear it.”

Before you can process her words, pads attach to your clit, labia, and thighs. A rubber cock, generously lubricated, positions itself at your entrance. Without warning, a jolt of electricity shoots through your clit, making you scream as the penetration follows. Tears sting your eyes as your body jerks involuntarily.

“Tsk, tsk,” Dr. Lukes says, shaking her head. “Screaming? That’s not what I expected. I thought you’d moan. Let’s see if Level 6 will coax some moans out of you.”

The next jolt makes you shudder, your screams turning into ragged moans as the pain morphs into a strange, overwhelming pleasure. You close your eyes, imagining Alcina—her hands, her voice, her control. It dulls the edges of the pain, helping you endure.

“Impressive,” Dr. Lukes remarks as your moans deepen. “Let’s turn the heat up to Level 8, shall we?”

The surge of electricity combined with the relentless penetration sends your body into overdrive. You climax suddenly, your fluids squirting uncontrollably as your back arches. The machine doesn’t stop, and you find yourself squirming as wave after wave crashes through you. Finally, the devices retract, leaving you breathless and trembling.

“Squirt?” Dr. Lukes says, arching an eyebrow. “Better than I expected. Alcina must have trained you well.”

She adjusts the panel again, and a wand with a steel bar emerges. “The report claims you can achieve 10 to 15 orgasms in an hour. Let’s test that claim under 30 minutes.”

The wand’s vibrations hit your still-swollen clit, making you climax within seconds. You beg her to stop, your voice breaking, but she ignores your pleas. Each orgasm blurs into the next, your body trembling and drenched in sweat. By the time she finally halts the machine, an hour has passed.

Dr. Lukes smirks. “Exhausted? I hope not. I have other tests to see if you’re truly… loyal.”

Your heart sinks as she adjusts the restraints, preparing for what’s next. The session feels far from over, and you know you’ll need every ounce of strength to make it through.

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The session with Dr. Lukes takes a dark and unexpected turn. As the restraints on the chair release, you take a shaky breath, thinking for a moment that the worst is over. But Dr. Lukes’s sharp voice cuts through your fleeting relief.

“Stand up,” she commands, her tone brooking no argument. You comply, your legs trembling as you rise. She approaches, her movements deliberate, and binds your wrists behind your back with a practiced ease. A thin, black collar slides around your neck, the cold clasp clicking shut as the leash dangles ominously before she takes it firmly in her grasp.

“Before we proceed to the next part,” she says, tilting your chin up to force you to meet her gaze, her golden eyes narrowing, “I’d like to ask you something. Are you in a relationship with Alcina?”

Your heart races, and you shake your head quickly. “No, I’m not,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her lips curl into a sly smile, but there’s no warmth in it. “Are you sure?” she asks, her voice dripping with mockery. “Well,” she continues, standing tall and letting her hands slide down her body, “if that’s the case, then there shouldn’t be any problem with proving your loyalty to me.”

To your horror, she removes her panties and parts her legs, sitting back on the bed. Her commanding presence freezes you in place. “You belong to Alcina as her client,” she says, her tone dangerously low, “but I’m her boss. That makes me your boss’s boss. So go on, Aliya—prove your loyalty. With your tongue.”

The humiliation hits you like a wave, and you shake your head in silent protest. “No… please!” you plead, your voice trembling. But your refusal only seems to amuse her.

“Ah,” she says, her smile widening as she reaches for the steel stick lying nearby—a long, slender device with a forked end tipped with two small steel balls. She presses it lightly against your stomach, and a sharp jolt of electricity makes you yelp in pain.

“Are you refusing to follow orders, Aliya?” she taunts, raising an eyebrow. “Or perhaps you enjoy this? Shall we see how much you can take before you comply?”

Tears spill from your eyes as you shake your head frantically. “No! Please, no!” you cry.

Her smirk deepens as she lowers the stick. “Then you know what to do,” she says coldly, tugging the leash to pull you closer. “Prove your loyalty. Lick.”

Your body trembles as you lower your head, the collar around your neck feeling heavier than ever. Swallowing hard, you lean forward, pressing your lips hesitantly against her skin. You suppress a sob and begin to move your tongue, the taste bitter and the act degrading.

She lets out a low moan, her free hand gripping the leash tightly. “Focus, Aliya,” she snaps, lifting the steel stick to press it against your back, sending another jolt of electricity through you. “You’re holding back. Serve me with your heart. Work harder. You don’t want me to file that report, do you?”

Desperation consumes you, and you nod weakly, redoubling your efforts. You try harder, your tongue moving with more intent as you suppress the humiliation threatening to overwhelm you. Her moans grow louder, and you feel a slight pulse from her clit as she reaches her peak.

She grabs a handful of your hair, tilting your head back as she catches her breath. “Good girl,” she says mockingly, her smirk never faltering. “But you’re not done yet. Lick my juice clean. Thoroughly.”

You comply without hesitation, your movements mechanical as you clean her. Once satisfied, she slips her panties back on and points to her feet. “Now, kiss my heels and legs. Show me you understand your place.”

Your spirit feels shattered, but the thought of resisting is unfathomable. You lower yourself further, pressing your lips to her heels, then moving slowly up her legs, each kiss a painful reminder of your powerlessness.

When the clock finally signals the end of the session, she unbinds your wrists and tosses your clothes onto the bed. “Get dressed,” she commands curtly, watching as you struggle to pull yourself together. Once dressed, she approaches, gripping your chin tightly one last time.

“Don’t bother telling Alcina about what happened here, Aliya,” she says with a sly smirk. “This session isn’t recorded, and no one would believe you anyway. Consider yourself lucky—you’re still the senior tester. For now.”

Her words linger as she lets go and strides toward her desk, the smirk never leaving her face. “See you next time,” she says over her shoulder, her tone dripping with mockery.

~*~

The walk back to your suite feels endless. The sterile halls seem colder, the lights harsher, and every sound echoes unnaturally. The leash and collar are gone, but the humiliation clings to you like a second skin. Dr. Lukes’s mocking smirk and her biting commands replay in your mind, making your stomach churn. You feel both violated and powerless, her words a stark reminder of the control she wields over your life here.

By the time you reach your room, your legs are weak, and your hands tremble as you close the door behind you. The familiar comfort of your suite feels distant, tainted by the morning’s events. You bury yourself in the pillows of your bed, muffling your sobs. The dam you’ve held back finally breaks, and tears flow freely, the weight of the session crushing your resolve.

Time passes in a haze, and your body feels heavier with every moment. According to the rules, you’re not scheduled for any more sessions on this Saturday afternoon, leaving the rest of the day free unless Alcina decides otherwise. The meal delivered to your suite sits untouched on the table. The thought of food only churns your stomach. The lingering taste in your mouth, the sting of the electric shocks on your skin, and the memory of Dr. Lukes’s predatory gaze make you feel ill. You wrap yourself in a blanket on the bed, hoping to find solace in its warmth, but the unease refuses to leave you.

A soft knock at the door breaks through your thoughts. You don’t move at first, unsure if you want to face anyone right now. The knock comes again, followed by Alcina’s voice. “Aliya? Are you there?” Her voice is calm, but you can hear the concern behind it. “I thought we could have lunch together.”

Forcing yourself up, you cross the room and open the door. Alcina’s golden eyes immediately scan your face, her expression tightening as she takes in your red-rimmed eyes and trembling frame.

“Aliya,” she says softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Her presence usually brings comfort, but today, you feel exposed and vulnerable. She approaches cautiously, placing her hands gently on your shoulders. “What happened?” she asks, her voice firm yet kind.

You shake your head, unable to meet her gaze. “It’s nothing,” you whisper hoarsely, your voice cracking. “I’m fine.”

Her fingers brush against your cheek, tilting your face up until your eyes meet hers. The concern etched into her features makes your chest tighten. “Don’t lie to me,” she says, her tone resolute. “You’ve never come back from a session like this.”

The words catch in your throat, and you hesitate, the fear of Dr. Lukes’s threats weighing heavily on you. But Alcina’s unwavering gaze anchors you, and a flicker of courage begins to grow.

“She…” Your voice falters, and you swallow hard. “She made me do things—humiliating things. She used a device… threatened to fail me, to report me as unqualified.”

Alcina’s expression hardens instantly, her jaw clenching. “What exactly did she do?” Her voice is controlled, but the sharp edge of anger is unmistakable.

You hesitate again, but Alcina’s grip on your shoulders tightens, grounding you. “She… she made me…” Shame burns your cheeks, and you look away. “She made me… service her.”

Silence fills the room, heavy and suffocating. Alcina’s body grows tense, and when she finally speaks, her voice is low and dangerous. “That… woman.”

She releases your shoulders and begins pacing the room, her hands flexing at her sides. The barely restrained fury radiating from her is almost palpable.

“Aliya, I need you to tell me everything,” she says, her tone firm but not unkind. “No detail is too small. I won’t let her get away with this.”

You recount the session, your voice trembling as you relive the humiliation and fear. Alcina listens intently, her expression darkening with every word. When you finish, she exhales sharply and stops pacing.

“She’s crossed the line,” Alcina mutters, her fists clenching.

“Alcina…” you say softly, your voice tinged with worry. “She said no one would believe me. That there’s no record of what happened.”

Alcina turns to face you, her golden eyes blazing. “I believe you,” she says firmly. “And I’ll make sure she regrets ever laying a hand—or anything else—on you.”

Her words bring a flicker of relief, but doubt lingers. “What can you do? She’s your boss.”

A dark smile curves Alcina’s lips, though there’s no warmth in it. “She may be my boss, but she’s not untouchable. She’s made enemies in this facility, and I know how to play the game better than she does.” Her gaze softens as she steps closer, kneeling in front of you. “But first, I need you to trust me, Aliya. I won’t let her hurt you again.”

Her hand rests gently on your knee. You nod slowly, her confidence bolstering your shaken spirit. “Okay,” you whisper.

Alcina straightens, her commanding presence returning. “For now, act like everything is normal. Don’t let her see any weakness. And if she tries anything else, you come straight to me.”

You nod again, and she leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Take some rest,” she says gently. “You’ve been through enough today.”

She glances at the untouched meal on the table. “You haven’t eaten, have you?” Her voice softens further, and she gestures toward the food. “Come on. Let’s have lunch. You need your strength.”

You hesitate, but her steady presence coaxes you to the table. She stays with you as you eat, her sharp gaze never leaving you, ensuring you take each bite. Despite your nausea, the food feels grounding, a small comfort amidst the storm.

When Alcina finally leaves, a storm of determination burns in her eyes, you feel a small ember of hope ignite in your chest. Whatever Dr. Lukes plans next, you know Alcina will fight for you.

Chapter Text

Alcina’s heels click sharply against the cold, sterile floor as she marches into her private, camera-free lab. The door hisses shut behind her, and she locks it securely before sitting down at her desk, her fingers flying over the keyboard. Her mind churns with anger and frustration, her thoughts locked on Miranda’s audacity and Aliya’s anguish.

She opens her system and attempts to access surveillance footage from other labs. But as expected, her clearance level as a client-scientist hybrid doesn’t grant her access to Miranda’s lab. Her fingers pause over the keyboard, her lips pressing into a thin line. Gaining access to someone else’s lab surveillance, especially Miranda’s, would require higher authority—something nearly impossible to achieve without raising suspicion.

Alcina leans back in her chair, her eyes narrowing as she considers her options. Who else would have the authority? she wonders. The higher-ups, certainly, but approaching them without solid evidence would not only put Aliya at risk but could also jeopardize Alcina’s position. She knows Miranda well enough to understand that her boss wouldn’t hesitate to manipulate the situation to her advantage.

To cover her tracks, Alcina decides to pull up the report Miranda submitted regarding Aliya’s session. As she reads, her hands tighten into fists. The report is, unsurprisingly, sanitized and vague. Miranda wrote that Aliya had met the performance standards but “has room for improvement.” The documented experiments include electricity, vibrations, and penetrations—no mention of the humiliating “service” Aliya had described.

It’s a perfect cover. Too perfect, Alcina thinks bitterly. Even if she gained access to Miranda’s lab footage, Miranda’s claim of not recording the session would invalidate any potential evidence. And Miranda could easily counter Alcina’s accusations with claims of fabrication or misunderstanding.

Alcina exhales sharply, frustration building. Words alone hold no weight in this facility. Reports, surveillance, data—those are the only things that matter. Her golden eyes narrow as she pulls up Aliya’s upcoming schedule for the next month, scrolling through the bookings and cross-referencing guidelines for senior testers. She rereads the rules, looking for loopholes, anything she might have overlooked.

Then, her gaze lands on a small, easily missed line in the guidelines:

“Senior testers are required to bring their tablet to sessions. The tablet will display a map to guide the tester to the session and back to their area. It is also equipped with a microphone and will record the session from start to finish.”

Alcina straightens in her chair, her frown deepening. A microphone? She had never paid attention to this detail before, assuming the tablet’s primary function was navigational. But if the tablet recorded Aliya’s session with Miranda, it could be the key to exposing the truth.

She dives into the system background of the booking platform, searching for a way to access the tablet’s recordings. Her fingers fly over the keys, but frustration mounts as she finds no obvious storage location for the audio files. It seems the recordings are stored in a higher-level system, inaccessible to clients and standard scientists.

Alcina clenches her jaw, her mind racing. Who can access these recordings? The higher-ups, undoubtedly, but reaching out directly would alert Miranda. Alcina needs someone discreet, someone with technical expertise who can retrieve the data without raising alarms.

She thinks of Helena, a scientist known for her resourcefulness and tendency to work in the shadows of the facility’s rigid structure. Helena had been instrumental in Aliya’s transition to senior tester and had a knack for navigating the bureaucracy.

Alcina grabs her phone and types out a message, she rewords her message carefully, mindful of Helena’s lack of direct involvement with Aliya’s sessions. She needs to frame her request as curious and professional while hinting at the urgency without divulging too much. She types out the message and sends it:

To: Helena
“Hi, Helena. I need your expertise. It’s about Aliya. I recently discovered that her tablet has recording functions, and I want to understand more about it. Can you help me retrieve the audio files discreetly?”

Her phone sits silently for a few tense moments before it buzzes with a reply. Helena’s response is curt but curious:

From: Helena
“Meet me in the conference room in the west wing at 7 PM. We’ll discuss this in detail.”

Relief mingles with apprehension as Alcina puts her phone down. She has a lead now, a chance to uncover the truth. But the stakes have never been higher. She knows Miranda won’t go down without a fight—and she’ll drag anyone in her way down with her.

For now, Alcina steels herself, determined to protect Aliya at all costs. Miranda has underestimated me, she thinks, a spark of cold determination lighting in her eyes. And that will be her downfall.

~*~

As the clock ticks closer to 6:30 PM, Alcina mentally prepares herself for the meeting. She sits with Aliya at the dining table, her movements brisk and efficient as they share a quick meal. The air feels heavy, her mind clouded with thoughts about Miranda, the recording, and Helena’s cryptic message.

Aliya notices Alcina’s tension and frowns. “You seem distracted,” she says, her voice soft. “Is something wrong?”

Alcina glances up, forcing a reassuring smile. “No, my dear, just a meeting I need to attend at 7. It’s routine.” She strokes Aliya’s hand lightly before continuing, “You’ve had a long day. Focus on resting tonight, alright? I’ll join you later.”

Aliya nods hesitantly, sensing there’s more Alcina isn’t saying, but she doesn’t press further.

At exactly 7 PM, Alcina steps into the conference room in the west wing. Helena is already there, seated at the table with her tablet open. Her sharp gaze flicks to Alcina as she enters.

“Dr. Dimitrescu,” Helena greets curtly, gesturing for Alcina to sit. “You’re punctual. Now, tell me why you’re requesting access to Aliya’s recording files. This isn’t something we grant lightly.”

Alcina takes a seat, meeting Helena’s piercing gaze. “Something happened during Aliya’s last session with Miranda,” she begins, her voice steady but laced with underlying frustration. “Miranda claims the session wasn’t recorded, that the cameras in her lab were turned off. Aliya described… troubling behavior. As her client, I need to know exactly what happened.”

Helena’s expression hardens. “It’s impossible for a session to proceed without a recording. Every lab session is logged for review, even for managers like Dr. Lukes. If she’s bypassing the system, that’s a direct violation of the facility’s regulations.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Alcina replies, her tone low and urgent. “Miranda has the authority to manipulate the system, and without visible harm on Aliya’s body, it’s her word against Miranda’s.”

Helena leans back, her fingers tapping the table thoughtfully. “Did Aliya mention any specific harm or injuries?”

Alcina shakes her head. “That’s the problem. Miranda avoided leaving any visible marks or using tools that could suggest misconduct. But Aliya’s account… it’s clear something was deeply wrong.”

Helena narrows her eyes. “This complicates things. A single recording, even if damning, won’t be enough to bring someone like Miranda down. If we’re going to confront her, we need irrefutable evidence. I suggest you speak with Charlotte.”

“Charlotte?” Alcina echoes, her brows furrowing.

Helena nods. “Charlotte oversees the facility’s Clients and ‘products.’ She’s the closest thing to an advocate you have, given your unique dual identity. Technically, Aliya is your ‘product,’ and you have every right to claim her mistreatment as a breach of contract. Charlotte’s authority might help you leverage this against Miranda.”

Alcina exhales sharply, considering Helena’s suggestion. “I see. But what about the recording?”

Helena’s lips curve into a faint smirk. “Leave that to me. I’ll discreetly retrieve the recording files from Aliya’s tablet. You’ll have them by tomorrow morning. If the audio contains anything substantial, your next step should be contacting Charlotte immediately.”

Alcina rises from her chair, extending a hand to Helena. “Thank you. I’ll take your advice.”

Helena shakes her hand, her grip firm. “One more thing, Dr. Dimitrescu. Be careful. Miranda isn’t the type to let things slide if she suspects you’re digging into her actions.”

Alcina’s golden eyes narrow. “Neither am I.”

Helena chuckles softly, her tone almost amused. “Fair enough. Have a good night, Alcina. And say hello to Aliya for me.”

As Alcina walks back to her lab, her mind races. Retrieving the recording is only the first step. Charlotte’s involvement will be crucial, but Alcina knows she must tread carefully. Miranda has influence, but so does she—especially with Aliya’s exceptional performance bolstering her reputation.

When she returns to her private lab, Alcina reviews Aliya’s upcoming schedule, meticulously scanning for potential loopholes or irregularities. If Miranda attempts anything else, Alcina vows to be ready.

Chapter Text

Sunday morning dawns quietly, the early hour shrouding the facility in an eerie calm. At precisely 6:00 AM, Alcina sits alone in her private lab, her face illuminated by the faint glow of her computer screen. The lab is devoid of surveillance cameras—a deliberate design of the facility to allow scientists their privacy for sensitive experiments or disciplinary sessions. Normally, Alcina appreciates the utility of this second lab, but today it serves a different purpose entirely.

The confidential email from Helena sits open on her screen, the attachment glaring back at her. Alcina leans back in her chair, her golden eyes narrowing with determination. The email is succinct but urgent:

“Dr. Dimitrescu,
Attached are the files you requested. Download them immediately and make copies. Be cautious—if anyone discovers that Aliya's tablet has a voice recording function, these files could be erased, and you may face questions. Proceed carefully.”

Alcina exhales sharply, her jaw tightening. She knows the gravity of this moment. If these files contain the evidence she hopes for, they will be the foundation of her case against Miranda. But she also understands the risks—one misstep could jeopardize not just her position, but Aliya’s safety.

She downloads the files swiftly, saving them to multiple secure locations. As the progress bar completes, she opens the first recording. The audio begins innocuously enough: Miranda’s voice is calm, almost friendly, instructing Aliya to sit in the chair. But as the recording progresses, Alcina’s stomach churns.

The sharp sound of machinery activating is followed by Aliya’s scream, raw and unfiltered. Miranda’s voice cuts through the noise, her tone dripping with mockery:

“Screaming? That’s not what I expected. I thought you’d moan. Let’s see if Level 6 will coax some moans out of you.”

Alcina’s fingers clench into fists, her knuckles whitening. Her breath comes in shallow, measured bursts as the recording continues, each word igniting the flame of her anger. Miranda escalates the electricity to Level 8, and Aliya’s agonized cries pierce the recording. Alcina’s mind races—while intense experiments are standard in the facility, this isn’t an experiment. It’s torture disguised as protocol.

Then comes the moment that shatters her restraint. The recording captures Miranda’s command:

“Aliya, show me what you got for the next three hours, and if you didn’t meet the so-called standards, well, then I will have no choice but file a report and tell the higher-ups you are not qualified as a senior tester.”

Alcina’s breathing halts as she hears the unmistakable sound of a leash being clipped onto a collar, followed by the sickening exchange between Miranda and Aliya. When Miranda orders Aliya to service her, Alcina’s entire body tenses. She can hear the humiliation in Aliya’s voice, the desperation to comply, and the cruel satisfaction in Miranda’s tone.

By the time the recordings end, Alcina is trembling with rage. She stands abruptly, pacing the length of her lab. Her mind races with plans, counterplans, and the many ways she could confront Miranda. But she knows a single recording won’t be enough. Miranda’s authority shields her, and any accusation without irrefutable evidence could backfire. Miranda’s manipulation of the system—turning off cameras, erasing traces—has created a fortress around her misconduct.

Alcina stops mid-pace, her mind shifting gears. If Miranda books Aliya again, there’s nothing in the current framework to prevent it. Aliya would once again be at her mercy. The thought sends a wave of cold fury through her. Before Miranda can be taken down, Alcina must prepare Aliya for the worst. Not just to endure—but to protect her, no matter what.

Sitting back at her desk, Alcina begins drafting an email to Charlotte. She outlines the urgency of the situation without disclosing too many details, emphasizing her need to discuss matters concerning Aliya. She hesitates briefly before hitting send, knowing how critical Charlotte’s involvement will be.

The reply comes within 20 minutes:

“Dr. Dimitrescu,

Today is my day off, but if it’s urgent, I can meet you in Conference Room 2A in the East Wing at 8:00 AM. I’ll only be available until 10:00 AM before I leave for three days.”

Alcina responds immediately, confirming the meeting. Charlotte’s reply is brisk:

“Understood. My assistant will escort you and Aliya to the conference room.”

With the meeting set, Alcina knows time is of the essence. She closes her computer and stands, her expression resolute. She must tell Aliya everything—prepare her, reassure her, and arm her with the strength to face whatever comes next.

~*~

Alcina carefully copies the audio files from her computer onto a portable drive. The dim light of her private lab highlights the tension in her expression, the weight of her decision heavy on her shoulders. She slips the drive into her coat pocket, straightens up, and heads toward your suite. It’s still early—just a quarter to seven—and the corridors of the facility are eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of machinery in the distance.

She arrives at your door and knocks softly, her hand lingering on the frame for a moment before pulling away. After a beat, she swipes her card to unlock the door and steps inside. The suite is calm, but Alcina notices the faint sound of running water coming from the bathroom. She takes a seat in the living room, clasping her hands in front of her as she waits. Her golden eyes scan the room, noting the subtle changes since the last time she visited—books neatly stacked on the table, a fresh flower arrangement by the window.

A few minutes later, you step out of the bathroom, drying your hands with a small towel. You blink in surprise when you see her. “Alcina? Good morning. Why are you here so early? I thought you might come by after seven like usual. Oh, and I’ve already ordered breakfast, and—”

She gently cuts you off, her tone softer than usual. “Could you dress up? I have something important to discuss with you.”

Your brows furrow slightly at her serious demeanor, but you nod. “Um…okay.”

You disappear into the bedroom to change, and when you return, Alcina gestures for you to sit beside her on the couch. She takes a deep breath, as if steadying herself. Then she meets your gaze, her tone careful but firm. “Aliya, I need to tell you something. I received the files from your last session with Dr. Lukes.”

Your body tenses immediately, memories of the session flashing in your mind. “You…you did?”

She nods. “Helena sent them to me early this morning. After listening to them, it’s clear to me that what happened wasn’t just an experiment—it was something much darker. And now, knowing how Miranda operates, I don’t think this will be the last time she tries to book you.”

A chill runs down your spine. “What…what does that mean? What are you saying?”

Alcina leans forward, her voice steady. “I’ve thought this through, and I believe we need help. I’ve reached out to Charlotte, and I’m planning to request a secret session with her during the week.”

“Why?” Your voice trembles, your hands gripping your knees. “What kind of session?”

“I want her to push your limits,” Alcina says bluntly, her gaze unwavering.

You freeze, her words cutting through the air like a knife. “What…are you saying?” Your voice rises slightly, panic creeping in. “You want Charlotte to do something similar to what Dr. Lukes did to me? Are you serious?”

Alcina sighs, the tension in her posture softening slightly. “I know it sounds cruel, Aliya. But I think it will help. If Miranda books you again, I want you to be prepared. I don’t want her to catch you off guard or break you.”

Tears sting your eyes, and you shake your head. “So…what? You think having Charlotte torture me is the solution? Alcina, it’s not my fault! It’s Miranda’s! Why should I have to endure this again?”

Your voice cracks, and the tears spill over as you raise your voice. “Do you even understand what it feels like to be a subject?”

Alcina’s expression hardens, her golden eyes sharp. “Aliya, I am your client. And I saved you by making you a senior tester. Do you understand what that means? If I hadn’t stepped in, you would have been sold to the black market like every other subject deemed ‘unfit.’”

Her words cut deep, and you lower your gaze, ashamed of your outburst. Alcina exhales slowly, her voice softer now. “I know what I’m asking is difficult. But if we don’t do this, if Miranda books you again and pushes you to your limit, what happens if you fail? Even once? The consequences won’t just fall on you, Aliya—they’ll fall on me too.”

You look down, your tears dripping onto your hands. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I just…it’s the pain, the humiliation…I don’t want to go through it again.”

Alcina reaches out, pulling you into a firm embrace. Her warmth is a small comfort as she rests her chin on your head. “I know,” she murmurs. “That’s why I need Charlotte’s help. If it were just me, asking you to kneel or…or serve me, you’d do it because we care for each other. But Miranda doesn’t care. She’ll push you to the brink and then some. Charlotte can help you overcome that.”

You pull back slightly, looking into Alcina’s determined eyes. “This isn’t just about experiments or training,” she continues. “This is about taking Miranda down. It’s about protecting you and showing the facility why you deserve to be here—not just as a survivor, but as someone capable and strong.”

Her words resonate with you, and you nod slowly, though your heart still feels heavy. Just then, there’s a knock at the door. The grocery department has delivered breakfast, and Alcina stands to retrieve it. She sets the tray on the table, glancing at the clock. “We need to eat quickly,” she says. “Charlotte’s assistant will escort us to the East Wing at 8 o’clock sharp.”

You nod again, a mixture of resolve and apprehension settling over you as you sit down to eat.

Chapter Text

At precisely 7:55, a woman in a black suit steps into the lab where you and Alcina are already waiting. Her heels click softly against the polished floor, and she carries herself with an air of quiet authority. She introduces herself as Charlotte’s assistant, her tone professional but devoid of warmth. “I’ll escort you both to the East Wing,” she announces.

You exchange a glance with Alcina before standing, following the assistant as she leads you through the labyrinthine halls of the facility. Each swipe of her level 3 keycard grants access to secured corridors, and the silence between you feels heavy. You glance at Alcina from time to time, seeking reassurance in her calm yet serious expression.

Finally, you arrive at the East Wing, entering Conference Room 2A. The space is sleek and minimalist, with large glass walls that give the illusion of openness despite the heavy security protocols. Sitting at a long table is Charlotte, her demeanor calm and composed as always. She radiates an aura of elegance and professionalism, her sharp eyes focused and unyielding.

“Good morning, Dr. Dimitrescu,” she greets Alcina with a handshake before turning her gaze to you. “Hello, Aliya,” she says, her tone neutral but acknowledging. She gestures to the sofa across from her. “Please, have a seat.”

You sit down beside Alcina, your heart pounding in your chest. As Charlotte begins to speak, her words carry an air of authority that demands attention. “Dr. Dimitrescu, you mentioned concerns about Aliya and a serious matter that occurred recently. I need more details. Please elaborate.”

Alcina turns to you, her gaze steady and encouraging. You swallow hard, mustering your courage to speak. Meeting Charlotte’s sharp eyes, you recount the events of the previous morning—the three-hour session with Dr. Lukes, the absence of camera recordings, and the violations that left you feeling humiliated and powerless. Your voice wavers, but you force yourself to continue, leaving nothing out.

Charlotte frowns as she listens, her expression darkening. When you finish, she leans back slightly, her fingers steepled. “That’s impossible,” she says firmly. “The West Wing’s labs require a special password to disable the surveillance systems. Furthermore, every session must be recorded, especially for a senior tester like Aliya. It’s written explicitly in the regulations.”

Alcina shakes her head, her voice low and measured. “Apparently, Miranda has access to this so-called combination. But that’s not all.” She reaches into her coat pocket and retrieves a portable drive, placing it on the table. “I have the audio files from Aliya’s tablet. I believe they contain enough evidence to demonstrate Dr. Lukes’ violations.”

Charlotte raises an eyebrow but says nothing, taking the portable drive and plugging it into her laptop. The room is silent except for the faint hum of the ventilation system as she begins to play the recordings. The first few minutes sound routine, but then Miranda’s voice cuts through the air.

“Screaming? That’s not what I expected. I thought you’d moan. Let’s see if Level 6 will coax some moans out of you.”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat as your recorded screams echo through the room. Alcina sits rigid beside you, her fists clenched. Charlotte’s expression remains impassive, but a flicker of something unreadable passes over her face.

“Let’s turn the heat up to Level 8,” Miranda’s voice commands.

Charlotte pauses the audio for a moment, glancing at Alcina. “Experiments with electricity at Level 8 are pushing the upper thresholds of what’s typically allowed,” she notes. “However, it’s not entirely outside the regulations.”

“Keep listening,” Alcina says, her voice tight.

Charlotte resumes the recording, fast-forwarding to the last hour. When Miranda’s voice commands you to lick her, followed by her degrading orders for you to clean her and kiss her legs, Charlotte’s hand stills on the laptop. She closes the lid with a deliberate snap, her jaw tightening.

“According to the facility’s regulations,” Alcina says, her tone cold, “no scientist is allowed to engage in any sexual activity for personal gratification during any session, regardless of the subject’s status. This is a clear violation. Add to that the fact that she turned off the cameras and exploited a subject for her own desires.”

Charlotte exhales slowly, leaning back in her chair. “I understand the gravity of the situation, Dr. Dimitrescu. However, a single audio recording, while damning, is not enough to take formal action against someone of Miranda’s rank. We need more evidence.”

Alcina nods, her jaw tight. “Which brings me to another concern. Miranda is likely to book Aliya again in the future. I want to ensure she’s prepared for whatever Miranda might throw at her. I’d like to request a private session—not a scheduled one—where we can mimic some of the more intense and unconventional scenarios she might face. The idea is to push Aliya’s limits safely, so she’s better equipped to handle unexpected challenges.”

Charlotte frowns, her gaze sharpening. “Mimicking sessions? There’s something hidden in your request, Dr. Dimitrescu. What exactly are you asking for, and why?”

Alcina hesitates, clearly weighing her next words. It’s a precarious line to walk—asking a colleague, particularly one as meticulous as Charlotte, to help take down Miranda without fully revealing her intentions could backfire. She glances at you, her expression conflicted.

Charlotte studies the tension between you and Alcina, then shifts her gaze toward her assistant standing by the door. “Naomi, escort Aliya outside for a moment. I need to speak with Dr. Dimitrescu privately.”

You glance at Alcina, searching her face for reassurance, but her expression gives nothing away. Reluctantly, you rise from the sofa and follow Naomi out of the room, the door clicking shut behind you. Left in the corridor, you can only wonder what conversation is taking place behind those closed doors.

~*~

Charlotte’s gaze narrows as she leans slightly closer to Alcina, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. “Dr. Dimitrescu, I can assure you there’s no voice recording or hidden cameras in this room. Since Aliya is not here, could you speak more freely to me? There’s something you didn’t say, at least not in front of her.”

Alcina takes a deep breath, her golden eyes flickering with unease. “Charlotte, do you believe in this facility—or in anyone here?”

Charlotte arches a brow. “What does that have to do with Aliya and the things we’re discussing?”

Alcina's gaze hardens, her voice lowering. “I’ve been suspecting something for a long time. When Aliya first came here, someone unlocked her door at night and made it look like she was attempting to escape. Then, during the collaborative program, when Aliya accessed the forbidden area, someone tampered with the surveillance footage to make it seem like nothing happened. And finally, during the transfer program, Dr. Harper’s methods—those were under Miranda’s orders. And now, this.” She gestures toward the portable drive Charlotte had just examined. “I know something isn’t right here.”

Charlotte frowns, her expression measured but troubled. “Dr. Dimitrescu, are you suggesting that Dr. Lukes is orchestrating something beneath the surface of this facility?”

“I’m saying,” Alcina replies, her voice steady, “that ‘technically,’ Aliya belongs to me. I bought her, I’m her client, and I will not stand by while anyone here damages my ‘product.’”

Charlotte exhales, her fingers tapping lightly against the arm of her chair. “Dr. Dimitrescu, I might not fully understand everything that’s happening here. My position is to act as a bridge between products and clients. However, if you believe someone is actively trying to sabotage your ‘product,’ I can help you with that. But let me be clear: without further evidence, I can only take limited action. I could block Dr. Lukes’ access to the booking system, but that would only be a temporary fix. It wouldn’t last forever.”

Alcina’s jaw tightens. “I understand that.”

Charlotte’s tone shifts, her voice taking on a cautious edge. “If your ultimate goal is to see Miranda removed from her position, then you need to face facts: a single voice recording isn’t enough. Not here. Not in this facility.” She pauses, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I can assist with arranging the private session you requested, but I don’t believe that’s a real solution. It might help Aliya endure, but it won’t solve the larger problem. Frankly, Alcina, this situation isn’t just about protecting Aliya—it’s about protecting your own standing here as well.”

Alcina exhales deeply, her frustration palpable. “I know.”

Charlotte leans back slightly, her eyes scanning Alcina’s face. “One more thing, Alcina. As someone in the higher-ups, I hear things. There’s been some talk on the board about senior testers like Aliya. Have you heard about the increasing demand for trained individuals in certain… circles?”

Alcina frowns, her body stiffening. “What circles?”

“BDSM clubs,” Charlotte replies, her voice cool but direct. “They’re popping up everywhere—not just in the US, but across Europe as well. The demand for trained slaves is increasing. Some clients even prefer untrained ones, for the… challenge.” She glances at Alcina meaningfully before continuing. “The black market has been shifting, too. Fewer requests for live subjects, more for organs. And as you’ve probably heard, there’s talk of expanding drug testing partnerships with hospitals and research centers. The board has been discussing how to meet these demands, and senior testers like Aliya are being reevaluated. They’re starting to believe that sexual endurance alone isn’t enough to justify keeping testers in their roles long-term.”

Alcina’s heart skips a beat, her mind racing. “I’ve heard rumors about failed subjects being used for drug testing. Isn’t that enough?”

Charlotte shakes her head slowly. “Drug testing is risky, and the issue isn’t just the medicine. It’s about the number of people available for testing. We can’t afford to draw attention to ourselves. Random abductions? They’re becoming harder to justify and cover up. Too many missing people raise red flags. That’s why senior testers like Aliya are so valuable—she’s proven her potential, her usefulness to the facility. But eventually, the board will want more. She’ll need to prove herself in other ways. And frankly, Dr. Dimitrescu, you need to think beyond Miranda. This isn’t just about her. It’s about understanding the bigger picture.”

Alcina feels her fists clench, her nails digging into her palms. “You’re saying this is inevitable?”

Charlotte’s gaze softens slightly, though her tone remains firm. “I’m saying you need to prepare. Miranda isn’t the only threat here. And if you want to protect Aliya, you need to start thinking strategically—about her future, and about your own. The board isn’t going to stop pushing for results.”

Alcina leans back in her chair, her mind racing. She feels a surge of protectiveness for Aliya, but also a deep unease. The facility was always a machine—cold, calculating, and relentless. But now, more than ever, she feels the weight of the system pressing down on them both.

Charlotte stands, smoothing her lab coat. “I’ll help where I can, Dr. Dimitrescu. But the next move is yours. Just keep one thing in mind: you can’t protect Aliya by reacting to problems as they come. You need to get ahead of them.”

Alcina nods, though her thoughts are far from settled. As Charlotte gestures for her assistant to bring Aliya back into the room, Alcina steels herself. Whatever the next steps are, she knows she can’t afford to falter. Not now. Not for Aliya.

Chapter Text

As you step into the conference room again, the atmosphere feels heavy, almost suffocating. Charlotte sits poised, her gaze sharp yet composed as she gestures for you to take your seat on the sofa. Alcina sits beside you, her expression unreadable but her presence steady.

“Aliya,” Charlotte begins, her tone calm but deliberate, “Alcina convinced me to have a secret session with you, and I’ve agreed. However, to help you fully grasp the situation and prepare you for any potential scenarios, this session will last 12 hours.”

Your stomach tightens at her words. The idea of enduring anything for that length of time feels daunting, but you listen as she continues.

“There will be a safe word for you to use,” Charlotte says, her eyes locking with yours. “But understand this: the safe word is only to allow you to catch your breath briefly. No matter what I command or ask of you, you will still need to comply and complete the tasks eventually. This session will not be recorded with cameras, and I will require my assistant to delete the audio files from your tablet. Do you both agree to these terms?”

You glance at Alcina, seeking reassurance. Her expression is serious, but there’s a flicker of something protective in her eyes. “What will be involved in the 12-hour session?” Alcina asks, her tone calm but direct.

Charlotte lists the items methodically, her voice steady. “Riding crops, vibrators, electricity, cuffs, clamps, penetrations, gag, blindfold,” she pauses before adding, “and needles.”

Your breath catches, and you instinctively look at Alcina, expecting her to protest. To your surprise—and discomfort—she remains silent, her gaze steady on you. “I agree with the content of the session,” Alcina says finally, her voice firm. “Do you?”

You feel a wave of panic rising. “Why involve needles?” you ask, your voice trembling. “I’ve never experienced anything like that—no drug testing, no piercings.”

Charlotte’s gaze softens slightly, though her tone remains professional. “Do you know what programs Dr. Lukes is running? Perhaps not. I can’t share details, but I can tell you this: one of her active programs involves needles. If she books you again, you may face similar scenarios. As Dr. Dimitrescu said earlier, this is about limiting surprises. It’s better to push your limits now, in a controlled environment, than face the unknown unprepared.”

You glance at Alcina, hoping for her to intervene. But her expression remains resolute, her golden eyes meeting yours with quiet determination. “Aliya,” she says softly, “this isn’t about punishment. It’s about making you stronger, more capable of handling whatever might come. I wouldn’t ask this of you if I didn’t think it was necessary.”

Her words hang in the air as you wrestle with the decision. Finally, with a deep breath, you nod slowly. “Okay,” you whisper.

Charlotte acknowledges your agreement with a brief nod. “Good. I’ll adjust my schedule and set aside the necessary time. The session will take place next Friday. Naomi will escort you to my lab when the time comes.” She turns to Alcina. “I’ll email you the exact time and details later today, Dr. Dimitrescu.”

The three of you rise, the weight of the conversation pressing heavily on your shoulders. Naomi steps forward to escort you and Alcina out of the conference room. As you walk down the corridor, your hands tremble slightly, and a cold sweat dampens the back of your neck. The unknown looms ahead, its shadow long and foreboding.

Alcina walks beside you, silent but watchful. Her presence steadies you, but the thought of what’s to come remains a gnawing anxiety in your chest. You glance at her, trying to read her expression, but she keeps her focus ahead, her steps measured and deliberate.

As you enter the east wing lobby, Naomi pauses, gesturing for you to continue back to your suite. “Take care, Aliya,” she says politely before disappearing back toward the conference room.

You exchange a look with Alcina, and she places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I’ll be with you through this,” she says quietly, her voice soft but firm. “We’ll get through it together.”

You nod, though the weight of her words doesn’t fully ease your fears. The future feels uncertain, and for the first time, you wonder if even Alcina’s strength will be enough to shield you from what lies ahead.

~*~

Tuesday afternoon, after completing a grueling two-hour session, you glance at your tablet to check directions for your next booking. As you head toward the assigned lab, your footsteps echo in the hallway, the sterile lighting above casting long shadows. Suddenly, your breath catches in your throat—Dr. Lukes is walking toward you.

Her confident stride, the sharp heels clicking against the tiled floor, and the smirk playing on her lips send a chill down your spine. Instinctively, you slow your pace, scanning for an alternate route, but the narrow hallway offers no escape. You swallow hard, willing yourself to keep moving forward, even as your knees feel weak.

“Hello, Aliya,” Dr. Lukes says smoothly when you’re close enough. Her voice carries that familiar edge, a blend of charm and menace. “Going somewhere?”

You nod hesitantly, unable to meet her piercing gaze. “Yes, Dr. Lukes,” you mumble, gripping your tablet tightly.

“I miss our little session last week,” she says, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Too bad I’ve been so occupied with meetings and other responsibilities. But don’t worry,” she continues, her smirk deepening, “I’ll make time for you. Let’s say… two weeks from now? Does that work for you?”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you instinctively take a step back. The thought of another session with her is suffocating, but you know better than to protest. You force a slight nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “If that’s what you’d like, Dr. Lukes.”

“Good,” she replies, her tone triumphant. “Oh, Aliya?” She pauses, letting the moment linger, her smirk turning sinister. “I’m sure we’ll have even more fun together next time.”

With that, she strides away, disappearing around the corner, her presence leaving a cold void in her wake. You freeze in the hallway, your mind racing and your body trembling. The sound of your tablet chiming breaks through your haze—it’s a warning notification, alerting you that you’ve failed to arrive at the next lab. If you don’t swipe your keycard in 30 seconds, the facility’s alarm will trigger.

Panic propels you forward, and you dash down the corridor, your breath ragged as you reach the door with mere seconds to spare. Swiping your keycard, you slip inside, relief washing over you when the panel flashes green. You take a moment to collect yourself before glancing at the name of the scientist—Beverly.

She’s relatively new, having joined the facility only three months ago. Beverly greets you warmly, her demeanor calm and professional. Her bright smile and kind voice offer a brief sense of comfort, but as the session begins, the intensity builds quickly. She focuses exclusively on vibrational stimulation, her techniques methodical yet relentless.

When the sensations become overwhelming, and you beg for a moment to recover, Beverly tilts her head with a gentle smile. “Oh, but I’m not done yet, Aliya,” she says kindly but firmly. “We need to continue.” Her words, though demanding, carry an odd reassurance. You steel yourself and push through the discomfort, encouraged by her tone, even as your body quivers under the unyielding stimulation.

By the time the session ends, your body is spent, and your mind feels foggy. As you walk back to your suite, the encounter with Dr. Lukes lingers in your thoughts, overshadowing the day’s sessions. That evening, you find yourself sitting across from Alcina in her private quarters, sharing a quiet dinner. The warmth of the fire crackling in the corner contrasts sharply with the unease swirling inside you.

“I ran into Dr. Lukes this afternoon,” you confess softly, breaking the silence. Alcina sets down her fork, her sharp eyes immediately honing in on you. “She said she’s planning to book me again in two weeks. I’m scared, Alcina.”

Her expression darkens, though she masks it well. The anger simmering beneath her composed exterior is palpable. “Aliya,” she says after a long pause, her voice steady, “you don’t need to worry about her right now. Charlotte has already finalized the details for this Friday’s session, and we still have time to prepare for whatever Miranda plans next.”

You sigh heavily, the weight of her words pressing against your chest. “I hope this session with Charlotte is worth it,” you murmur, your voice tinged with apprehension.

Alcina reaches across the table, placing a reassuring hand over yours. “It will be,” she promises firmly. “Finish your dinner, and I’ll go over everything with you afterward.”

Though her confidence bolsters you slightly, a knot of anxiety remains in your stomach. As you finish your meal in silence, you can’t shake the feeling that no amount of preparation will ever make you ready for the likes of Dr. Lukes.

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Thursday night, Alcina sits with you, running through your schedule for the following day. She speaks calmly, her voice steady, but you can sense the undercurrent of tension beneath her words. “You’ll need to be in the lab before 6:50 a.m.,” she says. “Charlotte’s assistant will meet you there and escort you to her personal lab in the East Wing. The session will last for 12 hours, starting at 7 a.m. and ending at 7 p.m.” She pauses, watching your reaction as you nod slowly, your heart already racing. “There won’t be any cameras, and the audio recordings on your tablet will be deleted afterward.”

You sigh, your hands gripping the edges of your chair tightly. The weight of the upcoming session feels heavy, almost suffocating. Alcina reaches out, gently taking your hand in hers. “I don’t want to make the speech that it’s for your own good or the greater good,” she says softly. “This is about protecting you. About preparing you for anything Miranda—or anyone else—might throw in our way. It’s about ensuring that nothing happens to you that we can’t control.”

Her words make sense, but you can’t shake the unease in your chest. You nod again, forcing yourself to trust her judgment. Alcina squeezes your hand gently before standing, her presence still grounding you even as she moves away. “Go take a shower and get some rest,” she instructs. “You’ll need your full strength for tomorrow.”

You frown slightly, sensing that there’s something unsaid behind her words, but you don’t press her. Instead, as she moves toward the door, you stop her with a gentle tug on her hand. “Alcina,” you say quietly, your voice trembling slightly. “Could you… could you stay with me tonight? I’m not asking for a private session or anything like that. I just… I just want your company.”

Alcina pauses, her expression softening into a warm smile. “How could I possibly refuse?” she says. “But I still have some paperwork to finish. It’s 7:40 now—how about you take a shower, prepare two cups of hot chocolate, and wait for me? I should be done by 9, and then I’ll come back to join you. Deal?”

Relieved, you nod. “Deal. See you soon.”

Alcina leaves your room and returns to her own, setting up her laptop in her private lab—the one without cameras. She pulls up your schedule and the reports submitted by the scientists who booked you from Monday to Thursday. She meticulously compiles the data, ensuring everything is in order for the report she’ll submit to her manager and the higher-ups.

As she works, a chat notification pops up on her screen. It’s from Kendra.

Kendra: “Hi, Alcina. May I ask why my bookings got canceled this Friday?”

Alcina frowns, pulling up your original schedule. Sure enough, Kendra had booked a three-hour session with you, but the booking had been overridden when Charlotte arranged the private session. The update was finalized yesterday, so Kendra must have only just noticed.

Alcina: “It’s Thursday night, and you didn’t notice until now?”

Alcina sticks to the story Charlotte had provided in an earlier email, knowing the secret session must remain confidential.

Alcina: “Aliya is required to undergo a full-body health check tomorrow, as requested by the higher-ups. Besides the monthly performance check, they’ve determined it’s necessary to thoroughly assess the senior tester’s physical and mental health.”

Kendra replies almost immediately.

Kendra: “Damn it! I have a report to write! I was planning to gather more results and compare hers to my new subject. Aaaaaaa DAMN IT!”

Alcina chuckles softly, though the message leaves her uneasy.

Alcina: “What program are you running?”
Kendra: “Collaborative. Me and Charlie.”
Alcina: “I thought the program had already ended?”
Kendra: “Apparently not. Thankfully, there’s no chaos this time. And I hope not.”
Alcina: “Why do you have a new subject?”
Kendra: “A new subject was sent to me last month, I don’t know why to be frank. Pretend I didn’t say this, but I’ve heard that once the Collaborative program ends, this subject will be transferred for further testing.”

Alcina’s pulse quickens as she types.

Alcina: “For what?”
Kendra: “Drugs.”

Alcina murmurs a curse under her breath. Before she can reply, another message from Kendra appears.

Kendra: “Miranda is acting weird lately. You might want to be careful. Anyway, is it possible for me to book Aliya this Saturday? I checked the system, and she seems available.”
Alcina: “Of course.”

Although Alcina isn’t sure how Aliya will feel after Friday’s session, she hopes that seeing a familiar face during Saturday’s session might help ease the strain.

Alcina: “Try to book now before someone else takes the slot.”

A moment later, Kendra replies.

Kendra: “Done. Please let Aliya know about the update.”
Alcina: “Of course.”

Alcina leans back in her chair, her mind swirling with everything Charlotte had shared and Kendra’s unsettling comments. It’s clear that Miranda’s actions—and perhaps even the facility itself—are more sinister than she’d initially thought. She only hopes that this preparation with Charlotte will help Aliya withstand whatever challenges lie ahead.

The calm before the storm feels heavier than ever.

~*~

Alcina finishes her reports and closes her laptop with a sigh. She quickly heads to her bedroom, allowing herself a brief moment of relaxation before returning to you. The warm water of the shower soothes her tense muscles as she contemplates everything that’s happened and what lies ahead. She changes into a silky, dark green sleeping suit that clings elegantly to her figure. Glancing at the clock, she notes the time—9:02 p.m. With a soft smile, she smooths down her attire and heads to your suite.

At 9:05 p.m., she knocks gently on your door, and within seconds, you open it. The sight of her dressed so beautifully catches your breath for a moment, but you quickly recover and smile. “I’ve been waiting for you, Alcina. The hot chocolate is ready,” you say warmly.

Her lips curl into a soft smile as she steps inside. “Thank you, my dear,” she says, following you to the sofa in the living room. She settles beside you, the air between you both quiet but not uncomfortable. Still, the weight of tomorrow lingers, and it makes the silence heavier than usual.

After a moment, you speak, your voice breaking through the stillness. “How… How’s your paperwork?”

Alcina glances at you, her smile returning. “It went well. I saw many reports praising you. As always.” Her tone is light, meant to reassure, but your nervousness lingers.

You nod, your hands gripping your cup a little tighter. Sensing your unease, Alcina reaches out and brushes her fingers gently along your chin, tilting your face to meet her gaze. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” she asks softly.

You hesitate but eventually nod. “Yeah… I bet it’ll be more intense than any performance check I’ve experienced before. Charlotte… she always has this intimidating presence in the lab.”

Her fingers linger on your chin, a tender yet grounding touch. “Follow your instincts, Aliya,” she says. “Remember, this secret session isn’t a punishment. It’s to prepare you, to lessen the shock and surprises when you face Miranda again.”

You swallow hard, her words a balm but not enough to ease all your worries. “But what if… what if the next time I face Dr. Lukes, what she does isn’t the same or even similar to Charlotte’s session? What if there are more surprises? What if she has something entirely different planned?”

Alcina sighs, her brows knitting together. Her silence stretches for a moment before she speaks. “I can’t lie to you, Aliya. It’s possible. We don’t know what she has in store or what her plans might be.” Her hand moves to cup yours, her thumb brushing against your knuckles. “What I can do is help you become stronger. So strong that no one—no one—can hurt you.”

You nod slowly, though the weight of her words feels both comforting and heavy. “I don’t know if I understand Dr. Lukes, the facility, or even the people here. But have you thought about the worst-case scenario? About what could happen in the future?”

Her lips press into a thin line as she sighs again. “To be honest, I don’t know. But I’m in this boat with you, Aliya. Whatever happens, I’ll do everything to protect you.” Her hand tightens gently around yours as her golden eyes meet yours, full of resolve. “We need to trust each other. No matter what.”

The conviction in her voice steadies you, and you give her a small nod. “I trust you,” you whisper.

Alcina finishes her hot chocolate and stands, her movements graceful as always. “Come,” she says softly, holding out her hand to you. “You need to wake up early tomorrow. We both do. It’s time to sleep.” She pauses, tilting her head. “Did you schedule breakfast for the morning?”

You nod, offering a faint smile. “Yes. The grocery department will deliver it at 5:50. I even ordered your favorite salad and coffee.”

Her smile warms as she takes your hand and helps you to your feet. “Thank you, my dear. Let’s get some rest.”

You follow her to the bed, her presence as soothing as the soft duvet she pulls over the both of you. Alcina wraps her arms around you, her body a comforting anchor as you nestle against her. She presses a soft kiss to your lips, her touch lingering with affection.

As your eyes grow heavy, a small thought creeps into your mind—there’s still something she hasn’t told you. Whatever Charlotte said to her in private weighs on her, you can feel it. But you’re too tired to ask. For now, you let sleep take you, hoping that whatever lies ahead, you’ll face it together.

Chapter Text

The morning feels unusually heavy as you wake at 5:30. Despite the early hour, you find it difficult to shake off your sleepiness. You rise quietly, not wanting to disturb Alcina, who remains peacefully asleep beside you. After washing your face and dressing, you hear the familiar chime of the grocery department's delivery bell at your door. Breakfast has arrived.

As you place the tray on the table, Alcina stirs and emerges from the bedroom, her sleeping suit still elegantly draped over her tall frame. She walks over and pulls you into a gentle hug, kissing your forehead. “Good morning, Aliya,” she greets softly.

“Good morning,” you reply, your voice carrying a faint tremor of nerves that you hope she doesn’t notice.

Alcina encourages you to eat while she freshens up in the bathroom. Left alone in the living room, you sit and try to focus on your breakfast. Your routine takes over, and you instinctively reach for your tablet to check the day's schedule. The words "Health check" glare back at you, stark and ambiguous. There’s no map or additional information, which confirms Alcina’s earlier statement about Charlotte’s assistant escorting you to the lab. You can’t help but feel uneasy.

A few minutes later, Alcina returns, her presence grounding. She’s still in her sleeping suit but seems more composed and alert. Sitting across from you, she reads the unease on your face. “Relax, Aliya,” she says gently. “Believe in Charlotte. She’s not like Miranda.”

Her words catch you off guard, and you frown slightly. “What do you mean by that?”

Alcina leans forward, her expression somber. “It means that what we’re doing right now—gathering proof, preparing you—it could lead to a different future. But only if we take action. Miranda doesn’t care about you, or any subject for that matter. To her, you’re an object—a tool to be discarded when it’s no longer useful.”

She pauses, her hand reaching for yours. Her warmth steadies you as she continues, “But you’re different, Aliya. You’ve survived everything. And now, I’m preparing you to face whatever Miranda throws at you, or at us. The question is—are you ready to fight? Or will you back out like you did last week, after your session with Miranda?”

Her words sting, but you know she doesn’t mean to hurt you. Your hand trembles slightly as you clutch your cup, the memory of Miranda’s session still fresh and raw. “I’m scared, Alcina,” you admit, your voice trembling. “But I’ll fight—for you. Even though I don’t fully understand what you’re planning, I’ll fight for you.”

A flicker of emotion passes through her golden eyes before she leans in and kisses you, her lips soft and reassuring. “Thank you, my dear,” she murmurs, meeting your gaze with a rare vulnerability. “When you come back tonight, tell me if your thoughts have changed.” She pauses, her tone softening. “By the way, Kendra has booked a three-hour session with you tomorrow morning. Don’t forget to check your tablet for any updates.”

You nod, finishing the last bites of your breakfast. Despite her reassuring presence, the weight of the day ahead looms large. Together, you walk to her lab. At precisely 6:50, Naomi, Charlotte’s assistant, arrives. She nods politely at Alcina, exchanging a brief greeting, and gestures for you to follow her.

Your heart pounds as you walk through the sterile hallways toward the east wing. The silence between you and Naomi only amplifies your anxiety. Each step feels heavier than the last, and the thought of what Charlotte might demand in the 12-hour session sends shivers through your body.

The final door looms ahead. Naomi swipes her keycard, and as the door opens, the familiar cold, clinical air of Charlotte’s personal lab washes over you. Your heart races.

A part of you is ready to face the unknown. Another part desperately wishes you didn’t have to. But as you step through the threshold, you know there’s no turning back.

~*~

“Good morning, Aliya,” Charlotte greets you from behind a sleek, pristine desk inside the lab. Her voice is calm yet firm, carrying that same intimidating presence you remember from your first encounter with her.

You stand just inside the doorway, frozen as the heavy door clicks shut behind you. The sound echoes through the brightly lit room, the white lights overhead illuminating every inch of the sterile, clinical environment. The brightness makes it impossible to hide, adding to your growing unease. Instinctively, your mind races with the question of whether you should drop to your knees for her, a habit ingrained from past sessions with other scientists. But Charlotte doesn’t issue a command—at least not yet. Instead, she rises gracefully from her chair, the quiet sound of her heels clicking against the polished floor as she moves to a small, white table in the corner of the lab. The space feels minimalistic yet suffocating in its perfection.

“Come here, sit down, please,” Charlotte says, her tone neutral but expectant.

You nod quickly, your legs carrying you forward with a sense of urgency. Sitting down opposite her, you feel the cold surface of the table beneath your fingertips as your hands rest on your trembling thighs. You lower your head slightly, trying to contain your nerves, focusing on your breathing to steady yourself.

Charlotte crosses her legs and clasps her hands in her lap as she begins, her eyes scanning you carefully. “First of all, I want to reiterate that this lab has no cameras, no audio recordings,” she states, pausing for effect. She then extends her hand toward you expectantly. “And your tablet,” she continues. You fumble slightly but hand it over without hesitation. Charlotte takes it, holding it firmly in her grasp as if assessing its weight, her fingers idly brushing over the screen.

“You do realize,” she says with a measured tone, “the recordings on this device will be deleted after the session ends. Nothing from the next twelve hours will remain, no traces of what happens here.”

Charlotte continues, “We will have three short breaks. The first and the last will include food and beverages. Until the full twelve hours are completed, you are not permitted to leave this lab under any circumstances. Do you understand?”

You nod weakly, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on your chest.

“And most importantly,” Charlotte adds, her gaze locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity, “there will be no safe word.”

Your heart lurches at her words. “No... no safe word?” you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charlotte nods, unwavering. “That’s correct. I’m here to push your limits—or as Dr. Dimitrescu put it, to prepare you for anything that may occur during Dr. Lukes’ future sessions.” She tilts her head slightly. “When other scientists book you for experiments, you don’t have the privilege of safe words either, correct?”

You hesitate for a moment, then nod again.

Charlotte leans forward slightly, her tone firm but not unkind. “If you find yourself unable to bear it, take a deep breath. Compose yourself. But regardless of what happens, you will be required to complete all assigned tasks.” She pauses, letting the weight of her words settle. “Do you understand?”

Your throat feels dry, but you manage a small, determined nod. “I understand.”

“Very good.” Charlotte stands, smoothing out the creases in her lab coat with practiced ease. She places your tablet on her desk and returns to the table, sitting across from you once more. Her sharp gaze pierces through the tense air between you. “Now, our session is about to begin. Do you have any final questions?”

You swallow hard, gathering your courage. “Why... why isn’t there a lab assistant here with you?”

Charlotte tilts her head slightly, her lips curving in a small, almost amused smile. “For privacy reasons. This is a secret session between you and me... and, of course, Alcina,” she says, her voice cool and matter-of-fact. “Without special authorization, I cannot conduct private sessions with subjects under normal circumstances. You understand why discretion is essential, don’t you?”

You nod hesitantly. “I do...”

“Good.” Charlotte leans back in her chair, observing you closely.

Taking a deep breath, you ask the question that’s been gnawing at your mind. “Then... why are you helping me? Helping us?”

Charlotte’s expression flickers, and for the briefest of moments, her eyes lower in thought before she meets your gaze once again. “Nominally, Alcina is one of my clients,” she begins carefully. “And my responsibility is to oversee all client interactions and ensure their satisfaction with their... investments.” Her lips curve into a tight smile, but there's something guarded behind it. “I don’t know how much you truly understand about this facility, Aliya, but let me be clear—this is not a wonderland, nor is it a safe haven.”

You swallow thickly, listening intently as she continues.

“Your role as a senior tester,” she says, her voice dropping slightly, “was the result of an accident—one that the higher-ups did not anticipate. Your presence here, in this capacity, wasn’t meant to happen, and it's raised... concerns. There are people who see you as an anomaly.” Charlotte exhales slowly. “I have my own reasons for assisting you, but suffice it to say, there are... things happening here that extend beyond what you see. I’m still piecing things together, but I can’t disclose more details now.” She looks at you seriously. “What I can tell you, Aliya, is that I'm taking risks by doing this. I hope you won’t take this session lightly.”

You stare at her, a mix of gratitude and fear settling deep in your gut. “I won't,” you say firmly. “Even though I don't fully understand everything, I trust Alcina’s decisions.”

Charlotte’s lips press into a thin smile. “Good,” she says, standing once more. “I hope you remember this feeling, Aliya.”

You watch as she glances at the digital clock mounted on the wall. The numbers flicker—06:59. Your heartbeat accelerates.

“Let us begin,” Charlotte says, her voice final and resolute.

Your palms sweat as you brace yourself for what’s to come.

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Charlotte’s demeanor shifts instantly, the warmth from earlier vanishing like a wisp of smoke. Her tone is sharp, commanding. “Go back to the doorway and on your knees.”

Your breath hitches, but you quickly obey, rising from the chair and retreating to the door before lowering yourself onto the cold, sterile floor. The bright overhead lights cast stark shadows across the pristine laboratory, illuminating every movement. Your body tenses as you brace yourself for her next command.

“Crawl to me, Aliya.”

You hesitate for only a fraction of a second before slowly moving forward on all fours, the smooth flooring cool beneath your palms and knees. The silence in the room makes every shift of your body feel amplified. As you reach Charlotte’s feet, you keep your gaze low, waiting.

“Good girl,” she murmurs, her approval laced with an unsettling authority. “Now, strip.”

Your hands tremble slightly as you reach for your clothing. The weight of obedience, of submission, presses down on you as you slide off each article of clothing, exposing yourself under the harsh, clinical light. Charlotte doesn’t give you a moment to process the vulnerability—she simply gathers your discarded clothes and tosses them aside as if they are meaningless.

“Kiss my feet.”

Your stomach twists. The memory of Dr. Lukes flashes through your mind, her smug smirk, her mocking voice, the humiliation. A chill runs through your spine, but you force yourself to suppress it. This isn’t her. This is different. You lean down slowly, your lips brushing against Charlotte’s feet, pressing soft, reverent kisses. The action sends a fresh wave of humiliation coursing through you, but you endure it, your resolve tightening.

After a few moments, Charlotte pulls away and strides across the lab. You lift your head just enough to see her moving toward a cabinet, her motions precise and deliberate. Your chest tightens as she retrieves an assortment of tools—a collar, leash, handcuffs, nipple clamps, a riding crop, a wand, a gag, a blindfold, a leg spreader, and finally, two small suction tubes. Your stomach clenches at the sight of them.

Charlotte walks back, placing the collection neatly on a nearby metal tray as if assembling an artist’s tools before beginning her masterpiece. She picks up the collar first, stepping behind you and fastening it snugly around your neck. The leather is cool against your skin, the weight of it a stark reminder of your place in this moment.

“Stand up,” she orders.

Your legs feel unsteady as you push yourself upright. She guides you toward the white chair in the center of the lab, its sterile surface glinting under the lights. The moment you sit, Charlotte presses a few buttons on a nearby panel, and before you can react, the restraints snap into place—locking your wrists and ankles down with cold efficiency. You test the bindings reflexively, but there’s no give. You are completely at her mercy.

Charlotte retrieves a thick rubber toy from the tray. It’s larger than what you’re used to, the size alone making your breath hitch. She applies a generous amount of lubricant to it, but there is no warning, no moment of preparation before she presses the button on the panel and lets the machine drive it into you.

A sharp cry rips from your throat as your body jerks against the chair. Your back arches instinctively, the penetration sudden and overwhelming. Before you can even process the sensation, Charlotte presses the wand against your clit, sending an immediate jolt of pleasure through you.

“Already screaming?” she taunts, tapping your cheek lightly. “We’re far from over. Stay focused.”

The rhythmic thrusting of the rubber toy inside you is relentless, each movement stretching you further, filling you in a way that leaves you breathless. Charlotte moves to the table and retrieves the nipple clamps next. You barely have time to react before she attaches them, the metal biting into the sensitive buds. Then, to your horror, she clips thin wires to them, linking them directly to the chair’s system.

She presses another button.

A sharp zap courses through your nipples, the electric stimulation sending a searing mix of pain and pleasure through you. Your scream is immediate, raw, echoing through the sterile space.

Charlotte chuckles darkly. “Ah, what a beautiful sight. Don’t you agree?” She steps back, watching you writhe. “I wonder how much you can handle, Aliya. Don’t disappoint me.”

Your body trembles as the relentless stimulation continues—penetration, electricity, vibrations—all of it building, drowning you in sensation. Your first climax overtakes you like a tidal wave, the sheer force of it shattering your control. But the machine doesn’t stop. The thrusts continue, the shocks keep pulsing through your nipples, the wand never ceases.

Your second orgasm follows too soon, leaving you gasping, your body tensing in overstimulation. When the third peak crashes over you, your vision blurs, your legs twitching helplessly against the restraints. Charlotte finally ceases the stimulation, removing the clamps and turning off the devices, leaving your body trembling in the aftermath.

She unfastens the restraints and attaches a leash to your collar, tugging you up to your feet. Your legs wobble beneath you, but Charlotte gives you no time to recover.

“Turn around,” she commands.

You obey, breath still ragged, and she swiftly pulls your wrists behind your back, locking them in cold steel cuffs. The sharp click of metal rings in your ears. Without a word, she tugs the leash and guides you toward the nearby white bed.

“Lie on your stomach. Keep your feet on the ground.”

You do as she says, pressing your flushed body against the pristine sheets. The contrast between your sweat-dampened skin and the cool fabric makes you shiver. Charlotte moves behind you, and moments later, you hear the distinct rustling of her retrieving another tool.

Then—without warning—she thrusts a thick, rubber cock inside you from behind.

You let out a strangled cry at the sudden intrusion, your bound hands clenching into fists. But Charlotte doesn’t move. The cock is buried deep inside you, stretching you, but she isn’t thrusting. She isn’t moving at all.

Then, a tap on your cheek.

“Move it yourself, Aliya. Show me how much you want to be fucked.”

Your entire body tenses in humiliation. The weight of the command, the sheer degradation of being told to fuck yourself on her strap-on—it’s almost unbearable. You hesitate, swallowing the lump in your throat.

A sharp sting sears across your back.

The riding crop.

Charlotte’s voice is unwavering. “Move, or the next thing I use on you will be far more severe.”

Tears prick at your eyes, but you obey. Slowly, you rock your hips, guiding yourself onto the rubber cock, feeling every inch of it stretch you as you slide forward and back. The act is mortifying, but Charlotte only watches, amused, letting you humiliate yourself further.

After what feels like an eternity, she pulls out. Relief barely has time to settle before she presses the wand to your swollen, overstimulated clit and drives the strap-on back inside you.

“That’s a good pet,” she purrs. “Cum for me, Aliya.”

Your climax is immediate, your body too far gone to resist. Your legs tremble violently as the pleasure overtakes you, your moans breaking into incoherent cries. But Charlotte doesn’t stop. She keeps going, forcing you through another peak, and another, until you’re gasping, barely able to think.

Only then does she pull out.

She removes the cuffs, but the collar remains.

“We’ll take a fifteen-minute break,” she announces, stepping back. “You can lie on the bed if you want. We’ll begin again soon.”

You collapse onto the mattress, your body spent, your mind spinning. This is only the beginning.

~*~

Charlotte’s demeanor shifts again as she brings you an energy drink and three finger sandwiches, setting them down with clinical precision. You don’t dare to speak, merely watching her as you eat. The digital clock on the lab wall ticks loudly in the quiet, marking the time as 11:03 AM. You curl up on the bed, your knees pulled tight to your chest, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the sterile room.

When the 15-minute break concludes, Charlotte returns, her presence commanding. “Did you finish your drink?” she asks. You nod, and she takes the empty bottle from your hand, tossing it into the trash. As she does, she says, “The sessions will only escalate from here. If you thought what we did earlier was intense, you might be surprised by what’s coming next.”

She walks back to the table filled with tools and picks up a blindfold and an electric wand. Returning to you, she places the blindfold over your eyes. “Good girl,” she whispers as darkness envelops you. “On your knees.” She guides you into position, and you hear the rustle of her clothing as she sits on the bed. Your heart races, every sound amplified in your blindness.

“You’re not in a relationship with Alcina, are you?” she suddenly asks, echoing Dr. Lukes’s earlier inquiry. Your body stiffens, and you shake your head, “No…”

“Very good. Stick to your answer, are we? Well, then I think you won’t have any issue servicing me, my dear pet.” She tugs on the leash, pulling you closer, the warmth of her body unmistakable. “Lick,” she commands.

Horror strikes you as you realize what she’s asking. The memory of Dr. Lukes’s demand flashes through your mind, sending a wave of dread through you. A part of you instinctively wants to refuse, to shake your head and protest. But Charlotte’s voice turns colder, sharper.

“Lick.”

You struggle internally but remember her warning—every task must be completed. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you lean forward, extending your tongue. Though you can’t see, you feel the warmth of her skin against your lips as you begin. Unlike Dr. Lukes, Charlotte remains quiet, her hand occasionally stroking your hair in a way that feels almost… approving.

After what feels like an eternity, she grips your hair and pulls your head back sharply, forcing you to look up despite the blindfold. “I have a special task for you,” she says, her voice laced with challenge. “But it depends on you. I’ll let you choose whether to take it or not.”

“What…” You swallow hard, your nerves fraying. “What do you mean?”

“Have you heard of a golden shower?”

The words send an immediate chill down your spine. You recall the term, something you stumbled across long before being taken to this facility.

“It’s your choice, Aliya. We don’t know what Miranda will do next, so this is an opportunity to push yourself further. But if she does this to you later and you haven’t prepared, it could break you. This way, at least you’ll know what to expect.” She pauses, giving you time to think. “So, what’s your decision?”

Tears seep beneath the blindfold as you wrestle with your own humiliation and fear. You tremble violently, but after a long hesitation, you finally nod.

“Keep your mouth open,” she orders. “If a single drop falls to the ground, I will punish you severely.”

You can’t see anything, but you sense her shifting, standing over you. Then, warmth hits your lips, the taste strange and bitter. You force yourself to swallow, trying not to react. Charlotte hums in approval. “Very good, now swallow it.”

You barely manage to comply before another stream sprays across your face. You gasp, choking on the humiliation as Charlotte laughs softly. “Did I surprise you?” she teases. “You look so adorable taking my essence. That’s a good girl.”

She pauses briefly, but before you can process what’s happening, something firm and thick presses against your lips. “Lick the toy properly, Aliya. You don’t want it to be dry when it slides into your pussy later, do you?”

Your body tenses, but you obey, swallowing your tears and licking the object as instructed.

Charlotte finally pulls you up and throws you onto the bed. “Hands above your head,” she commands. You barely have time to comply before she secures your wrists with cuffs, spreading your legs wide.

You feel something tease your entrance, and you instinctively whimper, “No… please…”

“How adorable.” Charlotte plunges the toy inside you without warning, filling you completely. Your body jerks as she leans over you, gripping your chin and forcing your mouth open again. Another rush of liquid floods your mouth, and you cough, struggling against the restraints.

Tears spill down your cheeks as she continues, thoroughly degrading you until, finally, she announces another break.

She unbinds your wrists and removes the blindfold. “We’ll take another 15 minutes,” she says, her voice almost gentle now. “Take some rest; you’ll need it.”

Blinking against the harsh laboratory light, your vision slowly adjusts. You spot two bottles sitting on the table nearby, your mind reeling with uncertainty. Was the experience real, or was it part of her twisted test? The uncertainty lingers, but you know one thing for sure—this session is far from over.

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When the 15 minutes are up, Charlotte remains composed as she approaches you and says, “Lie down on the bed, hands above your head.”

You hesitate for only a second before obeying, stretching out across the white sheets as instructed. The cuffs click around your wrists once more, securing you in place. You watch as Charlotte steps away, disappearing for a moment into the sterile brightness of the lab. Your body tenses when she returns, and your breath hitches as she holds up a syringe filled with a translucent yellow liquid.

Your stomach tightens with unease. The color—it looks familiar. You can’t quite place it until Charlotte speaks.

“Endure,” she commands, her voice firm. “I don’t want to hear a sound.”

Your heart pounds as she presses the needle into your arm, the slight sting nothing compared to what follows. The moment the drug enters your veins, a deep warmth spreads through your body, radiating from your core. Recognition slams into you like a shockwave. This—this was the drug Charlotte used on you before, during one of the competitions. The memory sends a fresh wave of panic through you, but there’s no escaping it now. The sensation blooms inside you, raw and relentless.

Charlotte moves closer, her fingers ghosting over your stomach, trailing along your thighs with calculated slowness. “The dose I gave you will last for an hour,” she explains, her tone deceptively calm. “If you manage to keep quiet until it fades, I’ll reward you. If you fail… there will be consequences.”

Your body squirms involuntarily as the fire inside you grows, the ache between your legs unbearable. Your skin burns for contact, every inch of you sensitive to even the air brushing against you. Charlotte doesn’t touch you where you need it most—she knows better. Instead, her fingertips drift lazily over your ribs, your calves, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. It’s agonizing.

You bite your lip hard, suppressing the desperate noises that threaten to spill from your throat. The need coils tightly inside you, your body trembling with the effort of restraint. Every second drags on, tormenting you, but you refuse to break.

An eternity passes before the intensity finally wanes, the cruel drug beginning to wear off. Your breathing is ragged, your body slick with sweat. You nearly whimper as the last of the heat fades, leaving you exhausted and shaking.

“Very good, Aliya,” Charlotte murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “That’s a good girl.”

Relief washes over you, but it’s short-lived.

“And now…” Charlotte stands, retrieving something from the nearby table. When she turns back, she’s wearing a strap-on. Unfastening your cuffs, she sits on the bed and gestures for you to approach.

“Now, be a good girl and ride me. Make yourself come.”

Your stomach twists. You hesitate, torn between shame and obedience. If this were Miranda, you know it would be far worse—more humiliating, more degrading. This is… preparation. You remind yourself of that. This is supposed to make you stronger.

The remnants of the drug still pulse through you, leaving a lingering hunger. Slowly, you move to straddle her, your face burning with humiliation. Charlotte allows you to wrap your arms around her neck, but her gaze is unwavering, expectant.

“Go on,” she coaxes. “Pleasure yourself.”

You lower yourself onto the rubber cock, feeling its fullness as it stretches you. The shame curls inside you, but the sensation—the friction, the slow glide—sends shivers down your spine.

Charlotte smirks, her fingers slipping between your legs, rubbing against your aching bud. The touch sends you spiraling almost instantly, and within minutes, the pleasure crashes over you in waves, your body tightening as you reach your peak.

You try to catch your breath, but Charlotte grips your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. “Look at you,” she muses, her voice dripping with amusement. “Like a little slut. I haven’t told you to stop, have I? Keep thrusting.”

“Charlotte…” you whimper, your overstimulated body trembling. “Please…”

Charlotte chuckles, utterly unimpressed by your pleading. “Begging won’t save you, sweetheart. Ride me until I’m satisfied.”

Your body aches, but you force yourself to move, your thighs trembling with exhaustion. Charlotte never stops, her fingers teasing you relentlessly, drawing out another orgasm, and then another. She watches you the entire time, her golden eyes gleaming with approval as you come undone.

At some point, she leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, catching you off guard. For a fleeting moment, you wonder if this is seduction or another form of control. But then you remind yourself—this isn’t about pleasure. This is about preparing for Miranda.

Finally, after your third orgasm, Charlotte leans back, satisfied.

“Lie on your stomach,” she orders.

You barely have time to react before she forces you down onto the bed, clicking the cuffs back into place around your wrists. Your body is spent, but you barely have a moment to recover before you hear the sound of metal clinking together.

Your breath catches in your throat as Charlotte wheels a tray to the bedside. When you lift your head, your eyes widen in horror. The tray is filled with needles.

“Charlotte… Please, no. I can’t… Please!”

Charlotte doesn’t acknowledge your plea. Instead, she pulls on a pair of gloves and presses a large cotton swab soaked in alcohol against your back. The coolness does little to ease your mounting fear.

“Remember what I told you about Miranda’s experiments involving needles?” she asks calmly.

“Yes, but… but you don’t know for sure if she’ll use them on me! Please don’t—”

“Aliya,” Charlotte interrupts, her tone firm. “I’m trying to prepare you for all possibilities. You do have the right to refuse this, but what happens if you can’t escape it next time? What if Miranda puts you in this exact position, and you have no choice?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your heart hammering against your ribs. Charlotte’s voice softens slightly.

“Take a deep breath, Aliya. Tell yourself you can do this. We’re still an hour away from the final break.”

You hesitate, fear coiling tightly in your stomach. But the thought of being unprepared—of being caught off guard by Miranda—terrifies you more. You inhale shakily, forcing yourself to nod.

“I’m ready, Charlotte.” Your voice trembles, but the determination is there.

Charlotte’s gloved hand rests gently against your back. “Remember, when it comes to piercing, the key is to relax. Tension makes it worse. Try to stay still, or you could risk unnecessary injury. Now, take a deep breath.”

You do as she instructs, but the sharp sting of the first needle piercing your skin still makes you flinch. It slides through, emerging on the other side, leaving behind a deep, burning sensation.

“Good,” Charlotte murmurs, already preparing another. “Again. Deep breath.”

The next one is just as painful, and the next, and the next. Tears stream down your face, but you force yourself to stay still, to endure.

After five piercings, Charlotte pauses. “Do you want to try one on your breast?” she asks. “Just one. The choice is yours.”

Your breath shudders. You know you can refuse. But you also know what’s at stake.

Swallowing your fear, you nod. “Okay.”

Charlotte carefully removes the needles from your back, pressing gauze and bandages to the wounds. Then, she uncuffs you and helps you sit upright on the bed. “Put your hands behind your back,” she instructs.

You obey.

“Ready?” Charlotte picks up another needle. “Take a deep breath and relax.”

The moment the needle pierces your breast, the pain is excruciating. A strangled cry escapes your lips as blood trickles down your stomach. Your whole body trembles, but Charlotte’s voice is steady.

“Breathe. That’s it. Don’t hold your breath.”

The needle remains in place for an agonizing minute before Charlotte carefully retracts it. You barely register her words when she finally announces, “It’s the third break. You’re doing well, Aliya. The worst part is over. Let’s take our final break.”

~*~

Charlotte brings you a sandwich filled with salad and an energy drink, placing them on the table beside you. Her voice is as steady as ever when she says, “Finish them. You’ll need your strength for later.”

You take the sandwich, your hands trembling slightly as you begin to eat. “Thank you,” you murmur, though your mind is already racing with questions.

As you chew, the thoughts bubbling inside you finally spill out. “Charlotte, how well do you know Dr. Lukes?” You hesitate, but then push forward. “Why…would you take the risk to do this session?”

Charlotte sits at the table nearby, her legs elegantly crossed as she scrolls through something on her tablet. Her expression is as unreadable as ever. “You’re still a subject, you know? You just have a fancy title,” she states, her voice cool. She doesn’t even look up as she continues, “Knowing too much about someone or something will not do you any good.”

Your frown deepens at the cryptic response. “Why?”

Charlotte finally glances at you, holding your gaze for a moment before she speaks. “Because knowing too much will only make you more rebellious, and they don’t like that.”

A shiver runs down your spine at her tone. “Who?” you press cautiously.

“The board.”

Her words weigh heavily on you, but you refuse to back down. “I’m a senior tester,” you insist, swallowing a lump in your throat. “Dr. Lukes crossed the line—she tortured me, humiliated me in a non-recorded session. I deserve to know.”

Charlotte looks at you for a long moment, her gaze sharp and assessing. Then she exhales, slow and measured. “Finish your bread and the drink first.”

Something about the way she says it makes your stomach tighten. You glance at the digital clock on the lab wall. You still have eight minutes left in your break. Without arguing, you quickly do as she says, finishing the sandwich in a few bites and washing it down with the energy drink. Charlotte silently watches you the entire time.

When you finish, she stands, walking towards you with a calculated grace. She takes the empty can from your hand, her fingers briefly brushing against yours. Then, without another word, she turns and walks back to her desk, tossing the can into the trash before returning to her seat.

She leans back slightly, tilting her head as she finally speaks. “Dr. Lukes… she’s an ambitious scientist.”

You watch her closely, sensing there’s more.

Charlotte’s fingers tap idly against the table. “I know she maintains a good relationship with the board, but I don’t know how good. Sometimes, when the facility wants to run a specific program, if Miranda thinks the program is bad for her reputation, she’ll deny it outright and take it to the board herself rather than report it to her immediate boss.”

You furrow your brows, trying to piece together what she’s saying. “How do you know that?”

Charlotte exhales through her nose, a small, knowing smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Because I attend about 80% of the board meetings. And when they discuss the facility’s future or the current running programs, Miranda is there roughly 30% of the time. Even when she’s not invited, her words from previous meetings still hold weight. The direction of this facility, the way things operate… a lot of it comes from her, or the board itself.”

A cold feeling creeps up your spine. You blink, trying to process the implications. “But… Dr. Lukes only has a level 2 keycard, right? How is she able to attend those meetings so frequently and even influence the board?”

Charlotte tilts her head slightly. “I’ve never checked her login records. But since she doesn’t need a level 3 keycard or an escort to attend, I’d wager she holds more power than a typical level 3 scientist.”

Your heart pounds faster. “So… you’re taking risks by doing this session with me because…”

Charlotte shakes her head before you can finish your thought. “Not for the reasons you’re thinking.” She folds her arms, fixing you with a pointed look. “Even if I prepare you to face her—make you into an obedient doll for her future sessions—she still has other ways to maintain her power. What I’m doing is…” She pauses, considering her words carefully. “I’m making you stronger when you need to be. I’m helping you disguise your weaknesses, ensuring she doesn’t see them. Maybe—just maybe—if you control your reactions well enough, she won’t be able to use you as a pawn in her influence over the board.”

Your stomach clenches at the weight of her words. “So you mean…” You inhale sharply. “You’re lowering the surprise factor. If Dr. Lukes really does what you did today, I’ll already be prepared. I can act and pretend the way she expects me to react?”

Charlotte nods approvingly. “That’s what this secret session is about. You’re a clever girl, Aliya. Alcina wasn’t wrong about you.” Her expression remains neutral, but there’s something almost resembling respect in her tone. “That said, I can’t predict everything. I don’t know exactly what Miranda expects from you.” She leans forward slightly. “You’ll have to judge that for yourself. Act as she expects, or don’t—your reactions will need to depend on the situation.”

You nod slowly, your mind spinning with everything she’s just told you. Before you can ask anything else, Charlotte glances at the clock.

“It’s time, Aliya,” she says as she stands. Her voice is steady, unwavering. “Let’s proceed to the final part.”

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You think there couldn’t be anything more humiliating than what you’ve already done. But when the final part of the session begins, you realize just how wrong you are.

Charlotte sits down on the edge of the white bed, her posture poised, her presence still unwavering. She gestures for you to kneel before her. “Come here.”

You move slowly, your knees pressing against the cold lab floor. You brace yourself, but nothing could prepare you for what she says next.

She crosses her legs, slipping off one of her heels with a casual grace before looking down at you. “Lick my toes,” she commands. “Worship them.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Wor… worship them?” The words feel foreign in your mouth, your hesitation thick in the air.

Charlotte watches you, unblinking. Then, she tugs at the leash still fastened around your collar, tightening it just enough to remind you of your place. “We still have two hours left,” she says coolly. “Lick them clean, or I won’t let you leave. And even if I decide to punish you later, you will still have to do it.”

You don’t move. Something inside you is still resisting, still clinging to the last shred of dignity you think you have left.

Charlotte sighs, almost as if she’s disappointed. “Better hurry up before I lose my patience. And I can guarantee that if I were Miranda, I would’ve already shoved my toes into your mouth.” Her fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet her piercing gaze. “Or…” Her voice drops into something almost taunting. “Are you expecting me to force you like that?”

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head violently. “Please don’t… I will do it.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper, your throat constricted with shame.

Taking a deep breath, you lower your gaze to her foot. Your entire body feels like it’s screaming at you not to do this, but you force yourself forward, inch by inch, until your lips hover just above her toes. Your stomach churns, your breath shaky as you stick out your tongue, pressing it hesitantly against her skin.

“Very good, Aliya.” Charlotte’s voice is smooth, pleased. She brushes a hand over your head like you’re some well-trained pet. “You’re finally learning.”

The humiliation burns deep in your chest, but you continue, licking slowly, thoroughly, just as she demands. She crosses her legs again once she’s satisfied, as if signaling the end of the ordeal.

Tears drip down your face as you kneel before her, utterly degraded. You just hope—pray—that all of this is worth it. That it will serve some greater purpose. That one day, you will look back at this moment and know that you endured for a reason.

You don’t know how much time passes before Charlotte moves again. When there is only an hour left in the session, she leads you back to the white chair, the one that has bound you too many times before. The restraints snap tightly around your wrists and ankles, locking you in place.

You barely have time to register what’s happening before Charlotte activates the machine.

A wand surges to life, its electric pulse pressing directly against your most sensitive spot. The shock is immediate, searing through you without a moment’s warning. You scream—loud, raw, agonized. There is no time to catch your breath, no mercy given.

The electricity sharpens, jolts of pleasure and pain blurring together in a cruel, relentless cycle. Your body writhes, but the restraints hold you firm. You don’t know how long it lasts—minutes? An eternity? You lose yourself in the torment, in the unbearable stimulation that pushes you to the brink over and over again.

By the time it finally stops, your body is limp, trembling from exhaustion. Your throat is raw, your voice hoarse from screaming.

The session is over.

You barely register when Charlotte presses a cool bottle of water into your hands. You shakily bring it to your lips, gulping down the liquid as if it might wash away everything that just happened.

Charlotte watches you closely. “How do you feel after today’s session?”

Your fingers tighten around the water bottle. Your mind is a storm of confusion, doubt, and lingering humiliation. “I don’t know…” Your voice is weak, uncertain. “After everything we did today, I have more doubts.”

Charlotte doesn’t react, waiting for you to continue.

“You said you’re taking a risk by helping me… so that maybe I could somehow influence Dr. Lukes.” You shake your head, frustration creeping in. “But no one knows what’s going to happen next time. Or the time after that. Miranda could do something entirely different, something none of us expect. And… I don’t see how I could ever influence the whole facility. I’m just a small screw in this big machine. I’m not important.” You lower your gaze. “I’m replaceable.”

Charlotte sighs and places your tablet on the table next to you. “If you were truly replaceable, do you think Alcina would have done everything she did to save you?” Her tone is firm, but not unkind. “She didn’t just become a client—she fought for you. She’s risking her position for you. She sought me out because she believes in you. So don’t think less of yourself.”

Her words settle over you like a heavy weight, but they don’t erase the turmoil inside you.

Charlotte gestures for you to dress. “Good luck, Aliya,” she says simply. Then, she unfastens the collar from your neck and finally lets you leave the lab.

You return to your suite, your mind still clouded with everything that just happened. The moment you set your tablet down, the memories of what you licked earlier hit you all at once. Your stomach twists violently, and before you can stop yourself, you rush into the bathroom.

Grabbing your toothbrush, you scrub at your tongue furiously, trying to rid yourself of the taste, the sensation, the humiliation. But no matter how hard you brush, it lingers. The shame sits heavy in your chest.

You rinse your mouth repeatedly, spitting out water until your throat burns. When you finally stop, your hands grip the edge of the sink as you stare at your reflection in the mirror.

Is this really worth it?

You step back into the living room, your gaze falling on the untouched meal waiting for you on the table. Your stomach growls, reminding you of your hunger, but you still feel sick. The thought of eating makes your chest tighten. You shake your head and decide to take a shower instead.

By the time you finish, it’s almost 8 PM. You change into your pajamas, dragging yourself to bed. The moment your head hits the pillow, the weight of everything crashes over you.

And you cry.

You don’t know how long you lie there, curled up beneath the blankets, your body shaking with silent sobs. The doubts, the shame, the uncertainty—all of it threatens to drown you.

Then you hear a voice.

“Aliya?” Alcina’s voice is warm, familiar. You hear the door open, hear her footsteps approach. “I hope you still have an appetite. I brought you some puddings so we can enjoy our chocolate before bed…”

You don’t move. You feel her presence beside the bed as she sits down. Her voice softens. “Are you okay? Did the session go well?”

A fresh wave of tears spills over.

Alcina doesn’t wait for an answer. She sits you up gently, wrapping you in her arms. The warmth of her embrace is overwhelming, her presence grounding you in a way you desperately need.

“I bet you did a great job today,” she murmurs, kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

She strokes your hair, holding you as you continue to cry.

“Let me know when you want to eat the pudding and maybe share what happened today, hm?”

You don’t answer. You just press yourself closer to her, seeking the comfort she so readily offers.

But even as she holds you, Helena’s voice echoes in your mind.

What’s your worth, Aliya?

~*~

You stop crying after a few moments, the warmth of Alcina’s embrace grounding you in a way you desperately need. Her arms remain around you, holding you close, as she softly asks, “Do you want to eat pudding first? Or would you rather have your dinner?”

You sniffle, rubbing at your tear-streaked cheeks. “Pudding…” Your voice is quiet, but at least it’s steady.

Alcina smiles, her touch never faltering as she helps you to your feet. “Come on.” She takes your hand, her fingers gentle yet firm around yours, and leads you to the living room. She sits beside you on the couch, placing the pudding cup in your hands along with a spoon.

You stare at it for a moment before scooping up a bite, letting the familiar sweetness melt on your tongue. The taste is comforting, even if your thoughts are still tangled in knots.

Alcina watches you carefully before speaking again. “I’ve already received a brief report from Charlotte. She mentioned that you were doing great in the session.” She tilts her head, her golden eyes sharp yet filled with something softer—concern, reassurance. “How do you feel? Do you think we can beat Miranda?”

You hesitate, the spoon hovering over your pudding. “I don’t know…” You glance at her, your voice small, uncertain. “I don’t feel confident enough.” The doubts churn in your stomach, twisting into tight knots. “What if the session doesn’t work at all? What if Dr. Lukes wants to torture me in a completely different way?”

Your throat tightens as a fresh wave of emotions crashes over you. “What if she humiliates me even more than Charlotte did?” The tears well up again, slipping silently down your face.

Alcina doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she leans back slightly, thinking. Then, after a few seconds, she speaks. “If time could reverse… what would you tell yourself before you faced Miranda?”

You blink at her, caught off guard by the question. “What?”

Alcina holds your gaze, patient yet expectant. “Think about it,” she urges gently.

You take a slow breath, thinking back to that day. The fear. The helplessness. The humiliation. But now… now you have endured even more. And you’re still here.

Finally, realization dawns. You straighten slightly, exhaling. “I would tell myself… don’t be afraid. Because Charlotte’s session was worse.”

Alcina’s lips curl into a small, knowing smile. “Exactly.”

A small laugh escapes you, barely a breath, but it’s there. You shake your head slightly, sighing. “Thank you, Alcina.”

She leans in and presses a soft kiss to your hair, the warmth of it sending shivers down your spine. “No problem, my darling,” she murmurs. “I know we can’t predict everything, but at least we can choose whether we want to strive or not. And that’s what matters.”

She pulls back slightly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Miranda has been hiding something. I know it. And I intend to find out what it is.”

Her fingers trace soothing circles over the back of your hand. “You’ve endured so much, and I can see how much you’ve grown. You should be proud of yourself.” She meets your gaze, her expression sincere. “And I am proud of you.”

The words settle deep in your chest, warmth blooming beneath the lingering pain and exhaustion. You nod, pressing your lips together to keep the emotions at bay. “Thank you,” you whisper again.

The two of you sit together for a while, quietly talking. You tell her everything about the session with Charlotte—the trials, the pain, the humiliation. You even show her the piercing wounds on your back and breast, still healing, still raw.

Alcina gently traces her fingers over your back, the touch featherlight. “Do you think Dr. Lukes will find out?” you ask hesitantly. “That I had a session with Charlotte? That I even tried piercing?”

Alcina hums in thought. “I don’t think so, my dear. Based on what you said, she’s booking you in two weeks. By then, your wounds should be healed.” She tilts her head, her expression thoughtful. “And Charlotte promised it was a private session. I trust her. Miranda wouldn’t know your complete schedule—only I decide that.”

She squeezes your hand, her voice dropping slightly. “I own you.”

A shiver runs down your spine at her words. They should unsettle you, but instead, they ground you. Reassure you. You belong to her, and no one else.

Around 10 PM, Alcina finally stands, stretching slightly before turning to you. “Make sure to tell the grocery department to collect the waste if you’re not going to eat your dinner,” she reminds you. “And don’t forget—you have a three-hour session with Kendra tomorrow morning.”

You nod, tucking the information away. “Maybe it’ll be good to see a familiar face.”

Alcina smiles, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest, my darling.”

As she leaves, the room falls into silence. You stare at the pudding cup in your hands, half-finished, before setting it down.

Maybe… tomorrow will be easier. Maybe seeing Kendra will help ground you.

Maybe—just maybe—you’re strong enough to face whatever comes next.

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Saturday morning greets you with the soft sound of the doorbell chime. You glance at the clock—almost 7 a.m. The grocery department arrives with a proper breakfast: scrambled eggs, salad, pancakes, a few strips of bacon, and a glass of orange juice. You mutter a quiet thanks and take the tray inside. You hesitate a moment before heading to Alcina’s door, tray still in hand. A part of you wants to have breakfast with her—to pretend, just for a short while, that everything is still safe.

You knock once. Silence. Then again. No response. You sigh and lower your gaze, something heavy curling in your chest. You return to your room alone, setting the tray on the table with a faint clatter. The silence in your suite suddenly feels deeper.

You pick up your tablet and tap it awake. The screen displays your updated schedule: 9:00 a.m., Dr. Kendra. You frown slightly. You haven’t seen Kendra since your last collaborative session, and there’s no mention of what program she’s running this time. Your eyes are still a little puffy from crying last night after Alcina left. You can feel the soreness behind your eyelids as you inhale, exhale, and begin your breakfast. The food is warm, fresh, well-prepared… but your appetite lags behind.

You hope—quietly, fervently—that today’s session won’t end in tears.

At 8:58, you arrive at Kendra’s lab. Gloria is already there, holding a clipboard and tapping notes into her own device. She glances up and offers a gentle wave. “Dr. Kendra will be here shortly. She’s been in a meeting since seven.”

“A meeting?” you blink. “On a Saturday morning?”

Gloria nods. “From what I’ve heard, all the scientists were called in. Odd, right? It usually only happens during the weekdays.”

You nod slowly, your thoughts drifting back to Alcina’s silence earlier. So she was at that meeting too. Your heart tightens. Something must have happened.

Kendra arrives ten minutes later, her pace brisk, her brow creased. She barely acknowledges you before handing her laptop to Gloria. “Take this,” she mutters, “and go talk to the subjects. I need their answers today. We’ll finalize things this afternoon.”

Gloria nods and heads out. Kendra finally turns to you and waves you in. “Don’t worry, it’s not your concern. Whatever the board’s cooking up, it won’t hit you as hard. You’re technically Alcina’s, after all. Come, let’s begin. I’ve got a report to submit.”

You undress and lie down on the medical bed, letting Kendra strap your legs apart. She works efficiently, almost mechanically, setting up a machine with a short steel bar fitted with ridged bumps. She applies a generous coat of lubricant before guiding it into position.

“This will massage and stimulate your internal walls,” she explains. “Timer is set for thirty minutes. I’ll be observing your reactions, both mentally and physically.”

The machine hums to life, gently thrusting the steel bar into you with a steady rhythm. You grip the edge of the bed and try to relax.

Kendra sits beside you, her fingers grazing your skin, taking subtle notes on her tablet. “So,” she asks softly, “how’ve you been lately?”

“Um… everything’s good,” you say quickly, hoping to keep the session clinical.

“Good?” she echoes, raising a brow. Her fingers stop at your chest. “Then why do you have piercing wounds here?” Her touch circles your breast. “Anyone book you for this? Alcina didn’t approve, did she?”

Your throat tightens. “It’s a long story. I… I’m not sure I should talk about it.”

She tilts her head. “You don’t trust me?”

“I’m not sure you’d understand,” you reply carefully. “And this lab records everything. You know that.”

Kendra studies your face before giving a crooked smile. “Sounds like top-secret business, then.” She doesn’t press. Instead, her fingers return to your thighs, grazing just above your hips. She monitors the machine’s display and frowns.

“Your reaction’s flat. Let’s change the topic.” She taps the panel and the machine continues. “Other than Alcina… is there anyone else here you find attractive? Someone you’d devote yourself to without hesitation?”

Your cheeks flush. Instantly, the muscles around the bar clench. The machine detects the shift, flashing a brief signal.

Kendra chuckles. “Was that me?”

“N-No…”

She leans in, her voice low. “Terrible liar.” Her hand slips lower, brushing your mound lightly. “But I’ll take it as a compliment.”

She continues the teasing until your bud is swollen from arousal alone. Finally, she activates the electric wand and presses it against your clit while the bar continues its rhythm. It sends jolts of pleasure up your spine as you cum again… and again… and again—five times in total before she relents.

She continues with other assessments—measuring recovery time, testing your mental focus—until the three-hour session winds down. As you dress, Gloria returns and whispers something into Kendra’s ear.

Kendra nods and sighs. “I see. Thank you.”

You glance at her, concerned. “Is everything alright?”

Kendra hesitates. “The facility… things are changing. Alcina was at the meeting too. You should ask her later. I hate what they’re doing.”

You pause, halfway into your uniform. “What… exactly happened?”

She doesn’t answer right away, but her gaze softens. “You’re not part of it… not yet. You’re lucky you have Alcina.”

You nod faintly and turn to leave, but Kendra stops you. “Do you have a moment?”

You turn. “Yes?”

She studies you. “I really want to know what happened with that piercing wound on your chest. We could talk in another lab—one without cameras.”

You hesitate, the words Charlotte told you echoing faintly. “It’s something I asked Alcina to do. Nothing major.”

She doesn’t look convinced but lets it drop. “Alright. Have a good day, Aliya.”

—

You return to your suite, your mind swirling. You’re still processing everything when Alcina joins you for lunch. She sits beside you and gently places a hand over yours.

“There was a meeting this morning,” she says quietly. “They’re pushing something new. All scientists were instructed to ask their subjects whether they’d accept being part of a drug-testing program. If not…” Her voice trails off.

Your stomach clenches. “Terminate?”

Alcina nods once. “That’s what they said. We have two weeks to respond. If even one subject or scientist accepts the new protocol, it could ripple out—affect you, too.”

You stare at your plate, your appetite vanished. “Do I have to say yes…?”

Her hand squeezes yours. “Not now. We’ll fight this together, my darling. But yes… it’s possible that your title as senior tester won’t protect you forever.”

Your pulse pounds in your ears.

You look up at her and whisper, “Then we have two weeks to figure out how to survive.”

~*~

You sigh, the weight of the news crashing into your chest like a stone sinking in still water. The tension between your brows lingers as you glance up at Alcina. “Did the meeting say anything else?”

She shakes her head slowly, her golden eyes dim with thought. “Not much,” she replies. “Most of it was a rundown. Each scientist reported their ongoing programs—status updates, results, future direction. It all seemed routine until the end.”

Your frown deepens. “So they dropped the bomb last?”

“Yes,” she confirms. “The announcement about the drug testing came at the end. No room for real objection, just a cold, clinical declaration. They told us we’d be allowed one week to respond formally. Subjects would have two. Then the meeting was dismissed.”

You can feel your chest tightening again. “That sounds deliberate. Like they wanted to trap you in that room and hit you with it, without giving you any chance to resist.”

Alcina nods, a trace of bitterness curling at the edge of her lips. “Exactly. And Miranda…” Her voice sharpens slightly, “—she didn’t say a word. No reaction. Not even the twitch of a muscle. When the meeting ended, she just stood, collected her things, and left. Calm. Like she’d already known what was coming.”

You lower your eyes, your hands curling into your lap. “She probably did. Maybe even helped push it through.”

Silence hangs between you for a long breath.

“I can try to gather more information,” Alcina says eventually. “Maybe press her in private. If I can provoke a response, or see how far she’s willing to go. But listen,” she looks at you firmly, “drug testing is volatile. You know that. Even one bad compound, one untested chemical—it could tear a subject’s body apart from the inside. It’s not something they can just ‘try’ and hope for the best.”

You nod, the images flashing in your mind—medical beds, wires, trembling limbs. “But if someone accepts the program… I might be forced to follow,” you whisper.

“Only if they pair you with them for comparative testing,” she says. “And even then, I will fight it.” She squeezes your hand. “Besides, the facility is structured around data. If you’re assigned drug testing, you won’t be usable in any other standard program. That ruins report cycles for half the other departments. We still have leverage. That’s our core.”

You nod again, your head slowly lifting.

The silence returns for a moment, but this time it feels quieter—like a pause rather than a weight. You break it.

“After the session with Kendra… she asked me about the piercing wounds on my chest. She noticed.”

Alcina arches an eyebrow.

“She asked if I’d be willing to talk to her in another lab. One without cameras.”

“Well?” Alcina leans in slightly. “What did you say? Did you tell her about Charlotte’s session?”

“No,” you murmur. “I didn’t know if I could trust her. I mean, she’s a scientist. I’m just… a senior tester. And she’s not like you—she’s not someone I belong to. I didn’t know if she’d report me or play neutral with Miranda.”

Alcina listens carefully, nodding along.

“But I also think… maybe she could help. Later. In ways we can’t predict.”

Alcina sits back slightly, considering. “You may be right. From what I know, she’s had her own clashes with Miranda. She once told me she’d been assigned to programs she didn’t want. She hated being ordered around. And during the Collaborative Program, when we were randomly paired with her… she didn’t look happy. She didn’t choose that assignment either.”

You blink slowly, recalling faint memories of the tension in Kendra’s voice. Her restrained frustration.

“She may not be part of our inner circle,” Alcina continues, “but that doesn’t mean she won’t become a crucial piece. I just… don’t know what her role is yet. It’s like playing a chess game in the dark. We’re still guessing which pieces are moving.”

“Maybe you could be the one to talk to her,” you suggest. “She’ll respond better to you than to me.”

Alcina nods thoughtfully, her fingers brushing gently across the back of your hand. “Perhaps. You’re right. It’s safer. If there’s a way to pull her into our side without raising suspicion, I’ll find it.”

The words give you a little peace. Only a little. But enough.

As you both continue your lunch, the silence becomes something warmer—like a shared moment of understanding, a plan beginning to shape beneath the surface. You’re still afraid, yes. But at least now, you’re not alone.

Chapter Text

I would say everything changes when Aliya becomes the “Senior Tester.” When I receive the announcement letter, I’m a bit surprised. Not that I’ve never handled a subject who turned out to be bought by a client, but when Miranda tells me during our one-on-one meeting that Alcina’s subject, Aliya, is going to be sent to me for observation and might be transferred to one of the clients, I’m actually a bit relieved for her. At least she won’t have to stay in this shitty hole. Until I find out that Alcina is Aliya’s client.

Last Saturday’s morning meeting—at least thirty of us gather in Conference Room 6B in the East Wing—I think it’ll just be another boring check-in. Each of us is supposed to report on what we’ve done for the past month, our current programs, and our future goals. Routine stuff.

Then, at the end of the meeting, someone from the board stands up and says:
“Dear all, since we only have three minutes left, I’ll just quickly announce the upcoming projects. As reported in previous meetings, the facility continues its efforts to expand our business. This includes... some subtler ventures. We've already received positive feedback from several sex toy companies and medical research institutions. We’ve been training our subjects for a very long time—it’s time for them, and for us, to move forward.”

Suddenly, all our laptops ping at once. The same email. I open it. My eyes widen.

The woman from the board continues, “We train subjects to help humanity—agriculture, sex toys, medical research, BDSM clubs, or medicines. We’ve contributed a great deal to the world. Now, it’s time to move forward. Scientists, please return to your labs and ask your subjects whether they’re willing to participate in the next phase. Please be mindful of the confidentiality agreement: You are not allowed to disclose the full purpose of this program. Meeting adjourned.”

I glance at the time on my tablet. 8:50.

Fuck.

“What the fuck?” My colleague Mia blurts. She stands up, slamming her laptop shut. “What do you mean, we’re not allowed to tell the subjects the goal? This says they either accept it or their organs will be ‘properly used’? This isn’t negotiation—it’s coercion. I didn’t sign up for this.”

The woman—Vivian, I think—just gathers her things, smooths her skirt, and says, “All scientists have one week to reply. Subjects have two. Any further questions should be directed to your department supervisor.”

And then she walks out, the rest of the board right behind her.

The room erupts in chaos. Whispers, arguments, disbelief. My eyes drift toward Alcina. Her face is always pale, but now she looks downright ghostly. I glance at Miranda—of course, she’s already gone.

Figures.

She must’ve known all along. She always knows.

I bump Alcina’s arm with my elbow. “Are you okay? I think you’re the last one who doesn’t need to worry about it.”

“I hope so.” She’s still reading the new program’s detail. I stand up. “I need to head back. I’ve got a three-hour session with your sweet girl.”

She nods, still focused on her screen. “I know. Talk to you later.”

As I walk through the sterile halls of the North Wing, I pull up the email again and open the attachment. It’s a consent form. It asks if the subject agrees to participate in the drug testing program. That’s it. No details, just yes or no.

Once I reach the lab, I hand my laptop to Gloria. “Take this, and go talk to the subjects. I need their answers today. We’ll finalize things this afternoon.”

Aliya’s already here, looking up at me with concern. She must’ve overheard something. But I can’t focus on that. I have a report to write, and she’s the baseline for it.

I’m comparing my subjects’ results to Aliya’s. She’s always top-tier. Before her, there was only Paula—one of my earlier assigned girls. But Paula was soft. Weak. She didn’t meet the standard. And if a subject fails to meet the standard, they’re sent away.

Rumors say to another place. A darker place. A place that runs the drug programs without asking. I’ve seen too many good ones disappear because they weren’t trained properly.

Paula didn’t make it. She was transferred three days before Aliya arrived.

I’ve always believed in discipline. Not cruelty. Discipline. A trained subject is a protected subject. That’s why I work hard to make sure mine are ready. Like Aliya.

During today’s session, I notice the piercing wound on her chest. It’s fresh. No more than two days old. That’s odd.

Yesterday, her schedule read “Medical examination.”

What the hell was that?

“So,” I ask, casually, while calibrating the machine. “How’ve you been lately?”

“Um… everything’s good.”

“Good?” I raise an eyebrow and rest my fingers on her chest. “Then why do you have piercing wounds here? Anyone book you for this? Alcina didn’t approve, did she?”

“It’s a long story. I… I’m not sure I should talk about it.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“I’m not sure you’d understand. And this lab records everything. You know that.”

Smart girl. Alcina’s taught her well.

After the session, Gloria returns and whispers, “I’ve already asked the girls. So far, only Shirin accepted.”

That figures. Shirin is in my medicine project. She’s used to needles, vitals, regulation. Maia and Madison aren’t.

Damn it. And we’re not allowed to explain the consequences. Just ask for their blind consent. Great.

“I see. Thanks, Gloria.”

Aliya seems worried about me, but I’m more concerned about the mysterious puncture wound. She doesn’t seem willing to talk about it, so maybe I’ll ask Alcina later—maybe she can shed some light on it.

After all… the wound isn’t in a typical place like the arm. And she has two small punctures, not just one. It’s definitely not part of the drug program. It’s something else—deliberate, planned.

After Aliya leaves, I turn on the computer in the lab and check her schedule. Nothing looks out of the ordinary, and there’s no additional information in the logs either.

Later that afternoon, I go to check on the subjects. Shirin is working out in the gym, and Madison is resting in her room.

I knock gently on her door. “Madison? It’s me.” After waiting a few seconds, I unlock the door with my swipe card and step inside. She’s kneeling on the floor, waiting for me.

I walk in and stroke her hair. “Good girl. Stand up and sit on the bed—I have something to talk to you about.”

Madison hesitates for a moment but obediently sits on the bed beside me.

“I heard from Gloria that you’re hesitant about joining the drug program?”

“Mistress Kendra… I… I don’t like drugs. And you know how I am. I often faint or feel nauseous during our lab sessions.” She lowers her head, her voice trembling. “I feel like… if I say yes to this, I might die. And I don’t want to die…”

“Hey,” I murmur, gently rubbing her back, “the medical team here is the best in the country. You’re healing. I see your progress every time.” I tilt her chin so she meets my eyes. “If you agree to the program, at least I will still be the one looking after you—not some heartless scientist who doesn’t know you at all. Remember the stories I told you?”

She nods softly, and I continue, “If you don’t accept, the deal is… you’ll be…” I pause, swallowing the word I don’t want to say, “…transferred. You don’t want that, do you?”

She shakes her head forcefully. “I don’t want to, Mistress!” Tears stream down her cheeks. “But… the drugs… What if I…”

“I know it’s scary. But every rule I’ve asked you to follow has been to protect you. This is the same. It’s the only way to secure your place here.”

“I understand…” she whispers, then nods. “I’ll accept it.”

I hand her my tablet. She takes the digital pen and quickly signs her name and the date.

“Very good.” I stroke her hair again. “Then there’s no need to worry about being transferred.” I tilt her chin again. “You’ll still be under my control. And you like that… don’t you?”

She blushes. “Y-Yes, Mistress.”

I stand with the tablet in hand and walk to the door. “Take the rest of the day off. And don’t forget to be at the gym by four.”

She quickly stands and kneels. “Yes, Mistress Kendra.”

I head to Maia’s room next. She’s resting too. Ever since Aliya’s temporary observation period in my area, I maintain a small library in each subject’s room. When I knock and enter, I see her kneeling, and a book—Twilight—lies open on her bed.

I invite her to sit on the bed. The book is a romance novel I never quite understand.

I make a small comment about it, but Maia isn’t as soft as Madison. She doesn’t answer right away. She thinks for a moment and then asks, “Do I have to accept it? What happens if I don’t?”

“You’ll be transferred to another scientist. And I can’t guarantee what they’ll do. They might force you into the drug program… or something worse. But if you stay with me, I can control how many sessions you go through.”

She pauses. “And… you promise you’ll still be my Mistress if I sign it?”

When Maia first arrives, I know she’s different. Her eyes are filled with distrust, and she’s covered in bruises, whether from capture or transit, I never find out. She defies me once in the beginning, yelling back during training. But once I clearly outline the consequences, she begins to adapt. She doesn’t blush like Madison, but I can tell from her reactions that she’s becoming more compliant. What Maia needs is someone gentle in this harsh place, a guide, not a tyrant.

“Yes. I promise,” I say. At least the new program doesn’t require transferring those who agree.

Maia signs the form on my tablet. I gently cup her hand.

“Thank you, Maia. Don’t give up on yourself, like I’ve always told you. I’ll be here. I’ll always be your Mistress.”

Her gaze drops to her lap. “Will I die… during testing?”

“I don’t know, Maia,” I answer honestly. “But I’ll do everything I can to protect you before the testing begins. As long as—”

“We’re obedient,” she finishes for me. “I know.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Did… the others say yes too?”

I nod. “They did. All of you are my responsibility. And I don’t take that lightly.”

She nods slowly. I give her hand one final squeeze, then stand and leave the room.

~*~

A week later, I initially plan to book Aliya for a session this Thursday afternoon, but I forget to do it on Monday. When I check Aliya’s schedule on Thursday, it’s already full, and the only available spot is on Friday from around 5 p.m. to 6 p.m. I’m not sure whether Aliya will be available at that time, so I send a chat message to Alcina from my laptop.

Me: “Hey, Alcina.”

Dr. Dimitrescu: “Hi there.”

Me: “I was too busy and forgot to book again. I saw there’s a vacant time slot between 5 p.m. and 6 p.m. this Friday. Can I book that time?”

A few seconds later, Alcina replies.

Dr. Dimitrescu: “Of course. You know, you should’ve let your assistant book it for you. What’s the session about this time?”

Me: “Almost the same—just a stimulation test. I’m tracking my subject Madison’s records. I wonder if she’s making progress compared to your girl.”

Dr. Dimitrescu: “Speaking of that, did all your subjects sign the agreement?”

Me: “They did. But for the record, I did not force them.”

Dr. Dimitrescu: “What about you? Did you agree to participate in the drug program?”

Me: “I kind of had to, didn’t I? But you and Aliya are lucky—you’re her client, so neither of you needed to sign it.”

Alcina doesn’t reply immediately. I wait a few minutes, and then she finally responds.

Dr. Dimitrescu: “Apparently, everyone received the same email that day, but the way it was worded on our end was a bit different. In the meeting that day, the email I received said that as long as someone agrees—regardless of whether we do or not—we still have to comply.”

Me: “What the fuck??”

Dr. Dimitrescu: “I already talked to Miranda the day after I got the email. She said someone had already agreed to the terms. But she did say we can still decide whether to accept the drug testing. I told her drug testing isn’t something the FDA approves just because one or two people took it and were fine. There are procedures to follow. Drug testing must go through animal trials—like on mice—before moving to human trials. And human trials require a large amount of data. So I suggested that we continue participating in regular experiments. After all, if Aliya took part in a drug trial and happened to be unwell that day—without either of us realizing—it could put her life at risk, and it could also be a loss for the facility. I told Miranda that Aliya holds a position that isn’t easily replaceable.”

I read her words and can feel how protective Alcina is. She seems a bit angry too.

Me: “So… currently, you both are safe?”

Dr. Dimitrescu: “For now.”

Me: “And Miranda agreed with what you said? How lucky you are.”

Dr. Dimitrescu: “I just hope she doesn’t suddenly change her mind. You know how unpredictable she can be. Oh, and did you see the Saturday morning schedule? Aliya has a session with her again.”

Me: “Wait, what? What do you mean by again?”

Dr. Dimitrescu: “She had a session with Miranda about three weeks ago, and Miranda was… well, let’s just say she definitely crossed the line.”

Me: “Crossed the line? What did she do? Does this have something to do with the piercing on Aliya’s chest?”

Dr. Dimitrescu: “Kind of. But it’s a long story. Aliya mentioned you asked about it last time when you booked her, but she didn’t say anything more.”

Me: “Well, if it’s something she didn’t want to talk about, I completely understand. But if Miranda really crossed the line, I think I’d have lost it by now. Still, if you or Aliya ever want to share, I’m all ears.”

Dr. Dimitrescu: “It depends on Aliya, but I’ll let her know you’re open to hearing what happened—if she’s ready to talk. I have to go now. Don’t forget to book that one-hour session.”

Me: “No problem.”

—

Thursday afternoon, almost evening, Aliya shows up in my lab.

“Good evening, Dr. Kendra,” she says.

I quickly tell her to lie down on the bed and explain that I need some stimulation data from her. I bind her limbs, set up a machine between her legs, and start the vibration using electricity.

The experiment ends before the hour is up. While I’m busy collecting and finalizing the data, Gloria helps unbind Aliya. Once she’s freed, Aliya approaches me.

“Dr. Kendra?”

“Yes?” I look up at her from my computer.

“Alcina told me that… you want to know more about this?” She points at her chest.

I’m confused for a moment, still thinking about the data and comparing it to Madison’s results. Then I remember the piercing.

“Oh, yes! I would like to know, but are you willing to share?”

She nods and waits for my response. I quickly finish typing the data and a few notes, then ask Gloria to write out at least two paragraphs for me before I come back.

I stand up and walk over to Aliya.

“Let’s talk in another lab.”

I lead her out of the room and walk with her to the lab without cameras. I swipe us in with my access card and guide her to the sofa in the corner.

Aliya looks around and smiles faintly.

“It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, I know. I think I can still hear your moans in this space,” I tease.

Aliya shyly lowers her head.

“So,” I continue, “what was the piercing about?”

Aliya sighs and begins telling me a long story.

She describes how Miranda suddenly booked a session with her for a so-called “check-up,” how Alcina reached out to Charlotte, and how that led to a 12-hour-long secret session with Charlotte. Then, Aliya stands up, lowers the back of her shirt, and shows me a precise, beautiful piercing near her left shoulder blade.

My eyes widen. I can’t imagine one of my subjects going through such pain and humiliation.

For a moment, I’m speechless. But I understand that Alcina and Aliya have taken huge risks in trying to fight back against Miranda.

“You know,” I begin, choosing my words carefully, “everything you’ve done might not be—”

“I know,” Aliya interrupts, lowering her head slightly. “But I can’t let Miranda have her way with me.” She meets my eyes. “Do you believe me, Dr. Kendra?”

I hold her hands. “You didn’t reach this position by accident, and it wasn’t just luck. Alcina believes in your abilities. And even if those abilities might seem insignificant or laughable to outsiders, you’re the first senior tester in our facility. As for Miranda, I’ve sensed her dissatisfaction with the institution for a long time. She’s been waiting for the right opportunity. I don’t know what she had in mind before you were promoted from an ordinary subject, but once you became a senior tester, she revealed her true colors. She might be trying to find something she can use against you, or using you to gain leverage over Alcina. I can’t say for sure, but you and Alcina were right to seek help from someone higher up. I’m still surprised that someone like Charlotte is even part of the upper ranks. I’ve never worked with her myself. It’s good she’s helping you stay ahead of Miranda, but I still think you might be underestimating her.”

I sigh deeply, “Miranda will do anything for power and recognition. She often takes credit for other people’s work and keeps the rewards to herself. You and Alcina need to be very careful.”

“I know.” She nods, tears welling in her eyes.

“I heard from Alcina that you’ll have another session with her this Saturday.” I tighten my grip on her hands, trying to offer her strength.

“My only advice, as Charlotte said, is don’t act on impulse. You don’t want to face Miranda on her own turf—it will only make things worse. Be careful. And remember, if you ever can’t reach Alcina and you need someone or something, you can always come to me.”

I gently lift her chin. “Do you understand?”

“I understand.” Her tears begin to fall freely.

I wrap her tightly in my arms. I know I can’t protect her completely, but offering her a hand is the least I can do.

Miranda… you’ve gone too far.

Chapter Text

Friday is a long day. Six scientists have scheduled appointments with you.

Each of them is working on a different program or project, and ever since the one-hour electrical stimulation session in the morning, your body has remained in a highly sensitive state. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before. Back when you met Charlie and went through her electrical stimulation series, it was brutal. Later, Alcina collaborates with Charlie to further develop your body. As a result, aside from being more sensitive overall, you’ve trained yourself to return to a stable physical state with just a few minutes of rest. Otherwise, even two hours would be too much to handle.

After a simple lunch of creamy lobster risotto, you pick up your tablet and head to the next scientist’s lab.

This time, it’s Mia who has booked you, and her project also seems to involve electrical stimulation. Her lab is a bit farther from your suite, so you leave early. If you don’t arrive on time, the consequences could be serious.

As you round a corner, you realize you’re near Dr. Lukes’ lab.

You remember your last session with her took place in the West Wing, but you’re not entirely sure whether she actually uses her lab here. Suddenly, you see someone who feels both strangely familiar and unfamiliar walk out of what you assume is Dr. Lukes’ lab or office. She’s in a hurry, and before you can even process who she is, she’s already turned the corner and disappeared. Moments later, Dr. Lukes steps out as well, carrying her laptop.

She sees you. You freeze.

The corners of her mouth curl into a smile—one that clearly has no good intentions—and she slowly walks toward you.

“Hello, Aliya. Excited about our... little session again tomorrow?”

You take a step back. That wicked smile still plays on her lips. Whether you say yes or no, it will be the wrong answer. You clutch your tablet tightly.

“Sorry, Dr. Lukes, I... I’m on my way to another appointment.”

You try to walk around her, but she blocks you with her body.

“I know, you’re heading to Mia’s, right?”

You meet her gaze. Even though other white-coated scientists pass by, it’s as if none of them even notice Miranda.

“I just want to wish you good luck.”

You frown slightly, unsure of what she means.

“Um... Tha... Thanks?”

She leans in close, her voice almost a whisper at your ear.

“Alcina won’t be able to save you this time either.”

She pulls back and looks into your eyes again. A chill runs down your spine. You grip your tablet even tighter and hurry toward Mia’s lab.

You nearly burst into Mia’s lab at 12:58. She looks startled.

“Are you okay, Aliya?”

Still visibly shaken, you hand your tablet to her assistant and try to calm yourself.

“Um... Yeah, I’m... I’m fine.”

Ever since running into Dr. Lukes, you’ve been completely on edge.

You’re terrified that you might see her again at any moment. Every time you move between labs, you don’t dare look back, and at every corner, you cautiously check who’s nearby before moving forward. Although your body has to endure constant stimulation and experiments, the mental stress feels even worse. With every passing hour, you’re getting closer to that session with Dr. Lukes.

By the time the final session of the day arrives, the scientist who has booked you is Charlie.

She notices that your heart rate isn’t slowing down after each climax. So, in the last 30 minutes, she shuts down all the machines and releases you from all restraints. You’re still confused about what’s happening when she tells you to get dressed. She then leads you to a nearby sofa to rest and asks her assistant to bring you some water and sweets.

“You’ve never reacted like this before. What’s wrong? Are you worried about something?”

She reattaches the heart rate monitor patch to your chest.

“Your heart rate is too high, and your blood pressure is rising. If this keeps up, you could go into shock.”

“I... I just...”

Charlie sits down and takes your hand.

“Breathe. Whatever’s bothering you, you need to calm down and relax, or I’ll be forced to give you a sedative.”

She sighs.

“Relax. Deep breaths. Whatever it is you’re worried about, just set it aside for now. Focus on your body. Right now, nothing else matters. Just breathe.”

Somehow, Charlie’s calming words work.

Fifteen minutes later, the monitor no longer echoes the sound of your racing heartbeat. You look at Charlie, overwhelmed with guilt.

“I’m sorry for disrupting your experiment.”

“It’s fine. This gives me an excuse to delay my report until next week. I usually have four or five to write every week, so one less is a relief.”

She winks at you and gently pats your back.

“But I will need to file a report about what happened today. Alcina will know—just so you’re aware.”

She’s about to stand, but then sits back down again.

“Aliya, do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

“Um... I have a session with Dr. Lukes tomorrow morning. It’ll be the second one. The first time... wasn’t great. So I’m... I’m worried.”

She frowns.

“My boss? Why would she schedule a session with you? She doesn’t even need to run any experiments. She doesn’t have any subjects to supervise.”

She pauses.

“That’s... quite odd.” She checks the time and says, “Anyway, I see that your blood pressure has returned to normal, and the hour is up. Please go back to your place and get some rest, okay?” She gently strokes your arm and gives you a big smile. “I’ll see you again next week.”

You sit there, unsure how to respond. Her words echo in your head as you get up to leave. Her touch is light, but it lingers, and so does that smile, warm, almost too reassuring.

That night, Alcina has dinner with you. She asks if you are okay. You shake your head and say you are worried, because you do not know what is going to happen tomorrow.

Alcina pats your shoulder, “I got the report Charlie sent me earlier,” she says. “She said your heart rate was too fast and your blood pressure went up, so she had you rest on the side during the last half hour.”

She lets out a quiet sigh.

“I know you are under a lot of pressure, but do not forget how much you have prepared to face Miranda.” She kisses your forehead, “You are going to be fine. I am here.”

Even so, you still feel uncertain. You tell her that you ran into Dr. Lukes in the hallway around noon, and that she wished you good luck in a tone you cannot quite describe.

Alcina stays silent for a moment before saying, “I am not going to let anything happen to you, Aliya. You are mine, remember?”

After dinner, Alcina checks your blood pressure again. Once she is sure everything is normal, she lets you go to bed.

The next morning, you wake up around six, just like usual. Breakfast arrives at your room at about seven. After washing up, you go next door and knock on Alcina’s door. For some reason, she does not answer. You wonder if she has gone to another meeting.

You finish breakfast around 8 a.m. You check your schedule again: Saturday, from 9 to 12, with Dr. Miranda Lukes. You sigh. At least you have half the day off starting this afternoon.

The piercing wound on your chest is almost gone. You doubt Dr. Lukes will notice, but you aren’t sure whether the wound on your back will raise questions.

By around 8:50, you still haven't seen Alcina, so you grab your tablet and head to Dr. Lukes’s lab.

When you step in, Dr. Lukes is already there.

“Hello, Aliya,” she smirks at you. “Come over and sit down.” She taps the white chair.

You glance at the digital clock—9 o’clock sharp. You place the tablet on the table and sit in the white chair.

She approaches, gently tilting your chin upward to meet her gaze. “What did you think about our last session, Aliya? Did you have fun?”

You look at her and swallow hard. There’s no correct answer, and you know she’s only teasing you. “What do you want this time?”

“You’ll see. And don’t bother asking—I turned off the video recording in this lab again. There will be no evidence,” she chuckles softly. “Take off your clothes and sit back down.”

You look into her eyes, unable to decipher her intentions, just like last time.

After standing up, undressing, and sitting back down, she flips a switch, locking your limbs in place. You watch as she presses a few more buttons, and a very thick dildo appears between your legs.

Your eyes widen. Before you can protest, Dr. Lukes stands behind the chair and gags you. Returning to the panel, she clicks again, and a vibrator appears, pressing firmly against your clit. She applies generous lubricant to the thick toy and then presses another button.

The vibrator hums gently, initially at the lowest setting, and suddenly, the thick toy begins to slide slowly inside you without warning.

You scream against the gag—it’s thicker than you expected—and as it penetrates deeper, the vibrations steadily intensify.

As pleasure builds at a consistent pace, you notice Dr. Lukes placing a small jar on a tray near the chair. She draws liquid into a needle and approaches again. Without a word, she injects it into your arm.

You don't feel anything unusual immediately; your body is already flushed and hot from the stimulation.

Pleasure quickly escalates, and just as you reach your climax, a strange fog fills your mind. Your vision blurs, everything becoming indistinct. The last thing you see clearly is Dr. Lukes’s smile.

~*~

Kendra’s POV

I honestly really hate writing reports.

After finishing my master’s, I swore I’d never take a job that involved writing them again. But somehow, I still ended up here.

After graduation, I worked at a BDSM club for about three or four years. One day, a client suddenly handed me a business card. He said I didn’t have to keep working there forever. According to him, some experimental facility was recruiting scientists, and with my background in neuroscience, he said they’d definitely hire me.

At the time, I just laughed and said I’d think about it. I even cracked the whip on him a few times and told him he’d better not be screwing with me. He said if I wanted the job, he’d be willing to act as my referral. All I had to do was prepare a CV.

Eventually, I joined this facility. But with the growing number of reports, endless experiments, and the screams of the subjects… it turned out nothing was as simple as I imagined.

What the hell am I even doing?

In the end, to protect those girls—those subjects who were god knows how kidnapped—I had to use the techniques I’d learned back in the BDSM club to secretly shield them as best I could. I know I can only protect them for a while, not forever.

It’s Friday night again. I’m buried in another report. Sometimes I honestly don’t understand how I passed my thesis with such high marks, when that kind of writing doesn’t work here at all. Every time I think I’ve written something flawless, it gets kicked back the next week. I really don’t know what it is between me and Miranda that doesn’t click.

I don’t think I’ll ever master Alcina’s way of writing—her reports always sound flattering and polished, yet somehow still completely on point.

I’m staring at the surveillance footage the facility backend system provides. Studying my subjects. Watching Aliya’s reactions. Trying to extract patterns, adjust the conditioning plan, plan further experiments.

Then I see something strange in the cloud-shared footage.