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Cruel Choices

Authors notes -- I've made quite a few little edits. The general gist of the story is the same but I've edited the feel of it a bit. I also changed the ending of this section so that I'd have more freedom should I go back to it again. It's not a big change, but it is at least a merciful one. Oh and disclaimer; this is all a fictional fantasy, I wouldn't ever condone this sort of behaviour. But consensual fantasies on the other hand...

1

Nikki's lashes flickered as her eyes struggled to remain open. As she lost the fight to remain conscious she clenched her delicate jaw, thinking back over the last few hours that had led her to this point.

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Having just graduated she had been looking forward to spending a summer in Europe. She'd planned to meet up with a friend who was already out there and the two of them were meant to backpack around and spend lots of time relaxing, sun bathing and flirting at clubs. It wasn't like she needed to backpack; in fact, her father was almost completely against the idea. He was wealthy and didn't like the idea of his daughter spending time in less reputable parts of the city. But she wanted to relax, enjoy the 'real world' for a few weeks and he had reluctantly agreed; he had never been able to refuse her big blue eyes, when she pouted and batted her long dark lashes.

So she had flown out of Newark airport, having checked away her luggage, she'd been told by her friend to pack light and make the most of the good weather: small shorts, tank tops, bikini's and a few small slinky dresses for nights out. She had always been athletic and looked good in all of them. She was cursed by some of her friends who'd say she could look good wearing a potato sack. She had a nice body, nothing exceedingly exceptional, but she did take care of herself. Her figure had filled out more in the last couple of years as she had hit adulthood, her hips gaining some width that gave her toned rear an almost upside down heart shaped curve. She wasn't vain, but she had looked at herself in the mirror on occasion. Her breasts had settled at somewhere between a C and a D cup, and hardly hung at all, the pertness of youth keeping her small pink nipples pointing slight upwards. She knew she had a good body and as such she dressed to compliment it; though on the plane she had dressed modestly. A ribbed white tank top that hugged her figure, a pair of army green shorts cut mid-thigh that left her slender legs bare and a pair of walking boots that she couldn't fit in her luggage properly and had chosen to wear instead.

She had flown first class and her father had requested she fly under her mother's maiden name, Smith. She did things like that, now and again, since she was little and thought nothing of it. Her father had told her stories whilst she was growing up about secret agents and spies. When she was little she had enjoyed pretending she was someone else and that she had been on a top secret mission, so that now it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. She relaxed back into the large comfy seat and had put on a movie, resting her eyes and drifting into the awkward, uncomfortable place between being awake and asleep.

As the plane lurched and sunk in altitude she jumped, feeling like she had woken from a falling dream, she glanced about trying to regain her senses as panic erupting from people around her, the lights on the overhead dash flashing and pinging through the noise of people yelling. She pulled out the earphones that played the music of the ending credits to some foreign film and sat up, just as the emergency breathing mask fell down in front of her. Still blinking her eyes clear of the mugginess of sleep, she wasn't sure if she was truly awake. The voice of the pilot came out of the crackling sound of the tannoy, she wasn't sure if it was just interference, but it sounded like his voice was shaking,

"Th-this is your pilot. Please remain calm. There is a fault with the ventilation system. Calmly place the emergency oxygen supply masks on and then help others who may need it. On-board security officers will be moving through the plane, p-please cooperate with them-"

The tannoy cut out with a small thudding sound and the plane hit a patch of turbulence at the same moment, shaking slightly in the air.

Nikki grabbed the mask and rushed to put it on, not sure what was wrong with the air in the plane but she didn't want to find out. Having been half awake she realised she was the last one around her to be putting it on, the others having put their own masks on before the pilot had finished talking. She didn't bother to curse herself for lack of initiative; this wasn't the time, besides she hardly had chance as a large man came through the curtain from the back into first class. Wearing a gas mask and holding a silenced pistol. She felt her heart jump and it took her a moment to remember that the pilot had said that there were officers on board. She still felt uneasy though, and he looked like a thug from a mobster movie. Trying to reassure herself that officers went undercover all the time, it did little to help her and she froze like a rabbit in headlights, holding her breath as his gaze swept over her. She relaxed a little as his eyes moved past her without stopping and over the others in first class before he stepped back out. She blinked and looked around, everyone had fallen asleep; at a time like this?! Wait... that didn't make sense she realised. She felt woozy as the reality of the situation hit her like a strike to the chest, sending her heart racing as she ripped the mask from her face.

The adrenaline shot through her as fear tried to take over, this wasn't a plane fault and there was no ventilation failure. She sucked in a few lungs worth of clean air, but her head was still dizzy, the gas she'd breathed in having started to take hold. She forced herself out of her seat, her body telling her to run, struggling with the belt she managed to stand and she started to make her way drunkenly to the front of the plane, away from the man she'd seen earlier.

She'd been drunk once or twice before with friends at house parties, but only just being 18 she hadn't had that many chances. The most drunk she'd been had been at her best friend's house party. She'd bet she could beat her friend's brother at beer pong, the loser having to spend the night naked. She had lost the bet. However he had gone easy on her, he wasn't a total jerk and had seen how petrified she had been about the idea of remove her clothes in front of all those drunk people, especially as a crowd of boys had started to swarm around them. Instead he'd let her have an easier forfeit at the jeers and booing of all his friends. She'd given him a private show of changing into a bikini that she had to wear all night instead. She'd had her ass grabbed a few times that night and someone had tried to undo the knot that had held her top up, but he had kept an eye on her and stopped anyone getting too forward. Later that night he would have been her first and the two had sort of been seeing each other since then. Right now however, she felt a thousand times worse than she had that night.

Struggling to the front of the plane she slapped her hand on the door a few times. Waiting she wondered if they'd heard her. She hit it again harder and tried to call out, just as a man opened the door. She was relatively tall for a girl, a few inches short of six foot, in a pair of heels she could tell you she was a model and you'd not be inclined to disagree. However this man seemed to tower over her, light brown hair touched with grey, and a hard, rough face. It wasn't just his height that made him seem so large, the look in his eyes could drill through you. He seemed a little startled as her hand slapped him on the chest where the door had been moment earlier. He looked at the hand and then back up at the girl, he raised an eyebrow and grinned, a shark's grin.

"Hello little kitten."

He said it in an unmistakably Russian accent. She stood there staring, the drugs having dulled her senses considerably. As he pulled out and jabbed a small needle into her arm, she just looked at it, feeling the sting a second later. Ouch. She let out a small cry of fear at the situation a few tears of fear coming to her eyes as she fell. He caught her and as her eyes started to close she saw the pilot on the floor looking at her. Why was he just lying there with that stupid look on his face, not doing anything? She thought to herself, until she saw the hole in his head and blood seeping out onto the floor. She shivered as she slipped into unconsciousness.

2

She awoke slowly, her head fuzzy, though clarity returned with shocking speed, the world focusing rapidly around her as she felt a sharp stinging sensation in her nose, she breathed in smelling something potent that stung her nasal cavity. She felt a rough hand, fingers on either side of her chin holding her head up. She shook her head free and the hand moved away, taking the smell with it, she blinked seeing the bottle of whatever they'd used to rouse her being closed and taken away by a man wearing a balaclava. She didn't start screaming, she felt like it, she felt more terrified than she ever had before. She lifted her hand to her face- or at least tried to. Finding that it was pinned to the arm of a cold metallic chair, her other arm was held the same way by what looked like a thick leather belt lined with some sort of fur to stop it rubbing. As she shifted she could feel that her ankles were held the same way and another belt was around her waist keeping her seated firmly. Looking down she could see the chair was bolted to the ground. She swallowed, holding back a scream of fear, her eyes watered a little but she didn't let herself cry. Her father had somewhat prepared her for difficult situations and all the times she'd chastised him for being over protective or lecturing seemed foolish.

They were covering their faces. That was good, it meant that they meant to keep her alive and didn't want her to identify them, important as she knew they were willing to kill; the thought of the pilot nearly bringing her to tears again. They held her in a small room alone, there couldn't be a room like this for every passenger or this building would be enormous. Perhaps they'd only taken people from first class, people who might make good hostages? She thought and put out of her mind what that could mean for everyone else on the plane. She was still wearing her clothes, something she was very thankful for. Her thought was cut off by the man picking something up off a tray and turning around. She looked half in curiosity and half in fear as a flash of light caused her to blink. Photos. So she was a hostage then? She opened her mouth,

"Wh-where am-"

She was cut off by him raising his hand and narrowing his eyes. He didn't need to say a word; she closed her mouth as he moved around her taking some more pictures. She wondered why they'd need some from all angles and some taken close up of her arms, legs and chest made her shudder with fear as her mind couldn't figure out why he might be doing this. He left, closing the door and the room went black.

3

Left alone for hours or even days, she had no idea anymore, the light finally switched back on the buzzing sound of the light bulb was the first noise she'd heard since she'd stopped sobbing. She felt like she couldn't cry anymore, even the tears long since dry. She shifted awkwardly; she'd wet herself during the time and felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed by that even as it had now mostly dried. A man walked back in and she started to beg,

"Please, I'll do anything; just let me out of this chair."

He looked annoyed as he walked over towards her, she flinched a little, and felt only a sting in her arm and glancing down she saw the syringe pull away. She tried to plead some more but the noise trailed off into slurs as her eyes fell closed and her head slumped forwards, her long hair cascading down around her face.

The man in the balaclava was joined by another. They moved swiftly without speaking showing they'd worked together before and that they knew what they were doing. He checked her pulse against his watch before giving a nod. They removed her straps and lifted her with ease onto a metal trolley. They secured her wrists and ankles with metal cuffs as a precaution and then they wheeled her out to the corridor and to another room, tiled with a drain in the middle of the slopped floor. One man pulled out a sharp knife and with a cut at the waist, down one side and then along the front of the other leg he was able to pull off her shorts and throw them into a bin. A cut at each strap of her top and down the side and it quickly followed her shorts. They were professional and moved quickly, but he took a moment to appreciate her body. Toned abs with the slight dimple of definition, slender legs with a hint of muscle in the calves that ran up to her slightly softer thighs and wide hips. Her breasts were supported by the black lace trimmed bra emphasising their size and the small black triangle of fabric connecting to a lace band around her waist were the only things covering her flawless skin...

The other man cleared his throat and gave him a look, saying something in a Slavic sounding language. He nodded and with a slice of the fabric between her breasts and another two at the straps he removed her bra, her breasts flattening out a little moving apart somewhat as they were freed from the bra. Her pink nipples peaked her large breasts and as the cold air touched them they shrunk to small nubs surrounded by a 'quarter' sized circle of pink skin. The men tried not to let distractions slow their work, two slices to the band of her thong and a tug left her naked, except for the boots on her feet. A small landing strip of hair between her legs, was the only hair she had from the neck down, freshly waxed for her holiday she was as smooth as silk. The rest of her garments joined the other as the unarmed man lifted up a hose from the wall and turned it on.

He began washing her, he'd put on a glove with a slightly abrasive looking sponge on the palm. The other man picked up a bottle of what looked like an expensive soap and liberally drizzled it over her before picking up another hose and glove. They made sure she was thoroughly clean, though they paid more attention to her breasts and between her legs, being gentle with the pink folds of her womanhood at least. They unlocked the cuffs, tuned her over, and relocked them. Revealing her back, that led down to her narrow waist before curving back out to her hips and rounded rear. They washed her again, making sure to get every crevice.


4

When she awoke for the second time she was at least feeling clean. She was lying comfortably on a bed and it took her a few moments to realise that the rough woollen sheets were not hers. She sat up suddenly and looked around with fear in her eyes. 'A different room,' she realised. She noticed also that aside from her walking boots, she was completely naked. Standing up with some effort as her head spun, the bed was a metal frame bolted to the ground with a small mattress and a rough cover and thin pillow. There was a mirror across the side of one wall and a chair, not dissimilar to the one she'd been in before, that made her shudder at the sight of it. She crossed her arms over her chest seeing herself naked in the mirror; she looked a little more obscene at wearing the boots with nothing else and with a small frown at the thought of someone stripping her. Had those men taken her clothes? She noticed a pile of fabric on the chair.

She quickly moved over to it and picked it up, confusion and some fear went through her as she realised that the small pair of underwear, a light blue G-string and the black dress were hers and had been in the luggage that she had thought were in the hold of the plane. That they were here confused her, she couldn't think of a sensible way in which they could be. She quickly struggled to put them on, stepping her walking boots through the circles of string that made up the small piece of underwear. Pulling them up and slipping into the black dress she saw herself in the mirror. She'd been washed, she could tell that, but didn't want to think about it. She noticed also that her hair had been dried and straightened and she was wearing a small amount of makeup, she recognised it as her own and the way it was applied was strikingly similar to how she put her own on, somehow that scared her more than anything. That they knew things about her that they shouldn't know, and had gotten her clothes that should have been locked away with the rest of the luggage. She realised then that this was all too focused on her, that she must have been the target on the plane and she shuddered, pushing down thoughts of what that meant.

The dress was a halter neck with a low hanging scooping neckline that revealed her cleavage, stopping at about her sternum. Her back, shoulders and arms were left bare. The bottom half hugged her hips, rear and legs tightly coming down to mid-thigh. In a club it would be striking, here, in the boots and the cell it made her feel very uncomfortable to be so exposed.

The mirror changed in a blink to a screen with people staring at her. Until she realised that it wasn't a screen but a one-way mirror. The lights had just been off in the room on the other side. A few men sat in what was like a small home cinema type room looking in at her. She opened her mouth in horror at the situation and thought of how long they been looking in at her, naked, lying there on the bed. She saw a couple of women sitting around too and a couple of young girls, around her own age stood around looking uncomfortable in skimpier outfits than her. It did nothing to make her feel any less comfortable seeing them.

5

The man sat, watching Nikki wake up and look around, she was scared and confused. Another man leaned over to him and spoke to him in Russian, "The cameras are on sir."

He nodded and grinned, "Hmm good." He watched her whilst he spoke, "Her father took someone very special from me many years ago. I want him to know the pain of loss... and so much more..."

"What will you do with her... afterwards sir?"

He turned to his subordinate and grinned, flashing teeth, though the grin did nothing but instil fear. "Afterwards? What do you take me for, a monster? I don't mean to kill her, no that would be too easy. I've waited too long, longer still since his betrayal." He shook his head "I had some of my men take some photos to send to a business associate of mine, I plan on using what we learnt from the facility in Naukograd to make her more... interesting." He frowned a little, "To his specifications of course."

The other man gave a concerned look. "I thought those projects were banned? Discontinued after the fall of the USSR?"

He shook his head and smiled again, "I wish you wouldn't say 'fall of the USSR', it sort of implies that I've given up, which I very much have not. Do you think I spent so long solidifying my power across the world, giving up a chance at a normal life and revenge against the men who wronged me for so long for nothing? No. An old friend of mine has seen our progress and is willing to join me; I will give him this girl as a present when she is done. He was a friend of Vladimirovich and will allow us to gain the legitimacy we've sought for so long."

He saw that Nikki was dressed, he held up a hand dismissing the other man before flicking a switch that lit their room and pressing a button on a microphone, speaking in English, "Hello Nikki."

6

A small crackle of static followed by a voice,

"Hello Nikki."

She glanced about nervously before noticing that the voice came out of a speaker in the top corner of the room. She let out a small whimper at her first attempt to speak before regaining her composure enough to talk. "W-ho are you? I'll do what you ask, just plea-"
The voice laughed cutting her off and she shivered, she recognised the voice from the plane and shied back further from the glass.

"Sit down."

The chair beside her sat facing the mirror. She glanced at it and shivered at the idea of sitting back down in it. "P-please, tell me what is-"

"Please. Sit. Down."

The voice spoke with a threatening level of insistence and she whimpered, quickly doing as she was told trying not to think of the pilot laying on the floor of the cockpit. Perhaps he can't hear me, she thought and a small hatch in the wall opened and caused her to jump. Beside her a tray slid in with a pair of scissors, typically used in hospitals for cutting bandages.

"Cut off your dress."

She glanced at the scissors and then pleadingly to the man behind the glass, "Is he serious?" She murmured.

"I am very serious. You can either cut off the dress or I can come in there and do it for you."

She gulped and picked up the scissors. She reminded herself that she had been naked when she awoke and that he could have done anything to her whilst she was unconscious. It didn't help to make the act of stripping infront of him any less embarrassing. She snipped the neck of the dress and started to stand as she began to slip it off.

"Did I say you could stand up?!"

She sat back down and bit her bottom lip, why did he want her to do it without standing? She didn't talk back again, she had to cut the side of the dress off at her hip to the bottom and slide it out from under her awkwardly. She put it down next to her on the tray with the scissors and crossed her arms over her breasts. Before she could form the thought that keeping the scissors with her might be a good idea the tray slid back out. She swallowed, crossing her legs. Though the mirror was gone she could still see a faint reflection in the glass and from the image of her sitting there with her arms and legs folded she could easily be naked. The small triangle of fabric barely covered her small landing strip and labia, the strings offering no concealment. She was sure it was her smallest pair of underwear and that that had likely been the reason for its selection.

"Good girl. Now, put your hair up into a pony tail."

A hair band slid out in the tray and she hesitated before doing as told, it seemed innocuous but it sent a shiver down her spine, her mind racing. She felt afraid, too afraid to cry, showing weakness like that in front of someone like this did not seem like a good idea. Her hair tied up she opened her mouth to speak again, "P-Please, just tell me what is happening."

Silence.

She started to beg again, "Plea-"

"I have not given you the option to talk and yet you keep on insisting on it! Very well."

The tray came back out with a bundle of metal rings and leather straps.

"Put this on. Behave and I'll let you remove it."

She swallowed as her heart continued beating at a rapid pace. She lifted up the 'thing' and inspected it; she bit her tongue before she could ask what it was. Her eyes widened as she understood. A metal ring about an inch in diameter was connected to three leather straps. Two looked like a small belt and her eyes widened as she understood that they were meant to go around her head, the ring in her mouth. The third strap was split half an inch up into two smaller ones and she realised that it was split to accommodate her nose. The odd end had some sort of weird clip with a keyhole indicating it locked in place. She stared at it for a few minutes her hand trembling.

"You saw what happened to the pilot didn't you Nikki? You want to find out what else I'm capable of?"

She bit her bottom lip firmly and shook her head; placing the ring in her mouth she tasted the metal as it pushed her jaws apart. Any larger and it wouldn't have fit, the thought of them measuring how far apart her mouth could go whilst she was asleep and it caused her to shudder. She took the two pieces of leather and pulled the around her head, fastening them just above the nape of her neck securing the ring in her mouth. The third piece came up pressing against her top lip uncomfortable going up and around her nose and over her head. The material had another ring that she found accommodated her ponytail. As she pulled the hair through the ring she realised this had been their plan to start. As she fastened the strap at the back, over the other two she felt it click in place with a snap. She looked at herself in the mirror and realised that the ponytail had been to further the bridle like look of the gag. She looked like how she imagined the people who fantasised about being ponies may look. Her heart pounded inside her chest.

"Now. Stand up and rip off your thong."

She frowned. Or at least her eyes did. Her mouth was held open in a permanent o-shape. Her jaw ached slightly and she rubbed at it. She saw the silhouette of the man moving his mouth toward the microphone again. She shivered again stood up quickly. As she did she saw a flash of teeth, a grin, and he moved back to sit and watch. She thought for a moment about how she could do it whilst avoiding the most discomfort. Grabbing the string at her hip, she wrapped it around her hands tightening the garment, pulling it firmly up between her cheeks and labia, revealing the top of her landing strip. She pulled firmly apart with her hands, the string digging into her fingers before snapping. She broke the other side with a similar method, though the underwear was looser now and didn't pull so tightly into her crotch. She felt humiliated and the slight wetness of the fabric caused her eyes to widen with shame. Had her body really been reacting with excitement to this humiliation? How could it? He was a monster and was asking her to humiliate herself. He scared her beyond belief. But she had to acknowledge that he was ruggedly handsome in a scary way and that apparently something about being commanded to do things was causing something to happen to her body that she couldn't control.

The wall behind her slid apart. She spun around with fear in her eyes. There was nobody there. She relaxed a little, having expected there to be people behind the wall. She tensed as she glanced around and saw odd things that had purposes that weren't apparent at first glance. There were numbers on the top of the wall above each machine. Machine was probably the best word as they reminded her of the machines you see in gyms. Benches and strange hand holds and such, she couldn't imagine what they were for.

"Go and sit facing the wall at number one."

She spotted the number and hesitated before she walked over, her arms still crossed over her body; she saw cameras following her and shuddered a little, her arms hugging her tighter. She wiped at her lower lip of a small dribble and took in a deep breath to keep herself from drooling over her breasts. The 'seat' was a small padded bar poking out of the wall, about a foot in length. She straddled it as she tried to work out how she was going to sit on it. She was sure he said facing the wall. She had to spread her legs a little to get close enough to sit down. She sat facing a panel on the wall and two holes about shoulder height, her knees spread in a lewd fashion, she held one hand between her legs to cover herself.

"Reach in and pull the handles in the holes in front of you."

She closed her eyes and did as she was told, feeling exposed as her hands came away from her body, a little thankful that she faced the wall, she didn't think a camera could see her here. She prepared herself for the feeling of flesh, her mind searching for what could be happening and figuring that the most likely outcome. She was somewhat surprised then, when it was in fact two rubber grips, she braced herself and pulled as she had been told, not sure of what was going to happen.

Her eyes widened as she felt straps suddenly tighten around her wrists. She let out a small sound of protest and she let go of the grips and struggled to pull her hands free. She pulled them from the holes however they were held firmly by a pair of belts that were looped around her wrists and the loop tightened by metal buckle that pressed against her skin. Before she could think, the belts moved, slipping into two small grooves that had seemed like a design in the wall and moving away from her. She widened her eyes and struggled against them, tugging firmly to no avail, and she couldn't resist as they moved out, spreading her arms horizontally. She started to stand but as the straps kept moving they pulled tightly at her arms, causing her to have to sit back down and keep her shoulders level with her wrists. Her face was pulled closer to the wall and just as she thought they were about to keep going the straps stopped.

She sat on the bar, her knees against the wall, legs spread a little further that she would like to let her get closer to it. Her breasts and cheek were pressed firmly to the wall. She could move back a little but doing so caused her shoulders to ache. The panel that her cheek was pressed against clicked and parted. She let out a little sigh as her head moved forward into a small recess, letting her get her shoulders level with her wrists and releasing the tension in her stretched out limbs. She felt the pressure of her breasts being pressed against the wall vanish and realise a similar recess must be below, though there appeared to be a shelf below her chin. Looking around, she saw that her head was in a semi-circular recess in the wall and blinked as she heard a noise. She thought she felt something against her left breast for a moment and jumped, well, she flinched, as jumping was more than she could manage. The noise had been the wall of the recess her head was in moving. The wall appeared to be sliding out and around her, behind her head. The base was made of a thick cluster of nylon wire brushes, like the type used to keep a draft out at the bottom of doors on on the bristle of a soft broom. They stroked against her bare neck causing her to squirm and struggle as they tickled her sensitive skin. She widened her eyes and the laughter turned into a more frantic sound as she realised that it was a box that was closing around her head, cutting her off from the rest of the room and more importantly her naked body. She let out a final whimper as the box closed with a click plunging her into pitch black. Worse still, she definitely felt a hand brush against her breast. For all she knew, other than against her knees and arms that felt the wall she could be sitting on a bench, her body completely exposed to a room full of people, legs and arms spread wide.

The darkness was broken by the light of a screen turning on in front of her. She saw herself from behind and struggled hopelessly, though it confirmed that she was seeing herself live through one of the cameras and that there weren't people all around her. She could see that she had been pressed up close against the wall, her arms pulled straight out to form a T-shape and that to accommodate that her shoulders were level with the wall. Her head in the box, her back was arched, keeping her hips as far back as she could and as such her legs as close together as possible, though they were still held apart at a lewd 90 degree angle. The image disappeared. Instead writing came up on the screen in big bold letters.

'Chose one, by looking and blinking twice.'

She raised a brow.

'Clit or Nipples.'

She furrowed her brow and swallowed, not really knowing what on earth she was being asked let alone what it was for. The voice boomed in the small space.

"Choose one Nikki or I'll choose for you."

Fifty-fifty was better than worst case. Thinking, it seemed like the choice would be to have something done to her, not to choose which to protect. And so she looked at the less sensitive of the options, 'Nipples', swallowed and blinked twice, hoping that whatever it was would be easier there than the alternative.

The screen flickered and another image appeared. It showed a room with a woman in it wearing a leather jacket; she had a long dark blue hair, shaved at the sides of her head, a few piercings and full sleeved tattoos. She looked like she belonging in a motorcycle gang or a prison. The room looked like a tattoo parlour of some sort, though improvised. She wondered what this woman had to do with anything. There were tools around and she saw her removing something from a packet. The woman pulled out a tissue of some sort, the type that doctors use to sterilise wounds. She rolled her chair across the room and suddenly Nikki's heart froze, she'd been thrown off by the perspective, but the camera was obviously on the other wall. She saw a pair of breasts sticking out of a hole in the wall. Her breasts and she felt the cold wet feeling of the alcohol on her nipple and the feeling of a rubber glove as she saw the woman wiping her breast with the wipe.

She made sounds of protest and did her best to pull away, to get free, but now that her neck was trapped by the rim of the box she couldn't even pull far enough away to hurt her shoulders severely, just enough to cause discomfort. The straps moved apart again, pulling her back with a small cry of pain, oh god, they were tight now, she felt life she was being pulled in two, unable to move an inch. The camera zoomed in on her pert breasts as she saw the needle. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt it pierce with a burning pain. She let out a small cry, it didn't hurt that badly, but the indignity of it hurt deeper. She kept her eyes firmly shut as she felt the wiping of the cold solvent on her other nipple. The same piercing pain as before and she knew that both of her nipples had been pierced. Moments passed and she opened her eyes with trepidation and saw her same breasts sitting there as before. Except now two silver rings with what looked like a ball bearing hanging below, hung from her nipples. She felt a gentle ache in them and she whimpered in fear. She had thought about getting it done before. She didn't dislike the look, but obviously she had thought to be given the choice. Having her nipples pierced in such a quick and sudden manner. Held like she was, by some sort of machine, made her feel like livestock.

Her arms fell as the straps released their tension. The box around her head moved back and as she pushed herself away from the wall she glared through the slot her breasts had been in with an indignant look. The woman sat there with a shotgun aimed at Nikki, she froze and backed away as the wall slid back and clicked into place. She shuddered. She was able to pull the straps close enough together that she could loosen the buckle and slip her hands free. She ignored the wet patch on the bar she'd sat on, she didn't want to think about the times she'd been tied up during sex, the way it made her feel, made her heart race. Her heart was racing now, but she was sure it was for another reason. She reached her hands to her tender nipples. Feeling the rings she studied them carefully looking for some way she may be able to open them and take them out. She couldn't see a way to remove them and hit the wall with the palm of her hand, letting out a small cry of anger. She turned to the glass wall with fury and a desire to smash it but it was gone, the wall that had been in place before had returned and cut her off from the bed. She looked up at the cameras instead and narrowed her eyes.

"I wouldn't do that Nikki."

The voice spoke, seeing the intention in her eyes. She ignored him and strode towards one above a table, she'd had enough of this game. She started to climb up before she faltered as a pain struck her nipples like they were being pierced anew. She let out a cry and her hands went to her breasts. What was that? She thought.

"That was a low shock, Nikki, I warn you, do not do anything you are not told to do."

She stamped her booted foot, her breasts bouncing a little; she ignored the pain of her piercings moving with the motion.

"Now now, this was your choice."

She scoffed and shook her head.

"Ah, but it was!"

He said with obvious humour. Though she shook her head some more.

"Your words were, "I'll do anything, just let me out of this chair." So I let you out and had you play this game. You started it by immediately saying you'd do what I asked, so I had you strip, put in the gag and sit on the bench. All you had to do to leave is ask to go home."

She looked a mixture of unconvinced and annoyed, she hadn't remembered saying those things, "'et 'ee 'o 'ome."

She reached for the back of the lock and knew that it wasn't going to come undone. She tried to console herself with the thought that he'd never have let her go even if she had asked. But part of her wouldn't listen and irrationally cursed herself for not saying that first as stupid a thought as that was.

"Now you are playing my games though so you couldn't leave even if you asked and I've not said it is over yet."

She swallowed and wiped her chin of drool that came from her still wide hanging mouth, the ring wasn't quite as tight as it had been, and she worried irrationally that her jaw might not close again if it wasn't out soon.

"Though we are on to round two, round two is the quick-fire round."

He said with a chuckle,

"That's what your American game shows call them right? Well this is how it goes, I ask you to make a choice I'll count to ten, each second with be a small jolt-"

A sharp pain in her nipples caused her to cry out in shock, her hands pressing against her breasts.

"And at ten I'll get to choose, one, both or neither... Oh and if you wish to leave the game, simply sit down on seat number ten and wait. Like I said, it is after all your choice to be here."

His voice trailed off with a sense of smugness. She looked around and saw the seat. It had so many parts to it looked like a flower made of metal opened up, she shuddered looking at it, the seat was a bucket seat that would lay her back at a 45 degree angle, her legs in the air either side of a pole in the centre at an indecent angle. It would expose her fully to the room and undoubtedly those watching. All those parts could do horrific things. That chair wasn't an option; what it would entail beyond just sitting... she didn't want to know.

7

A few moments passed.

"So. First choice."

She shuddered and her hands went to her nipples protectively. The thought of how she was going to answer him came to mind and made her worry that he'd play the whole game choosing for her and just shocking her pointlessly.

"Choose a seat, two or three."

She glanced around, spotting two; it looked like a machine you sat on with the bar above your head and you pulled down at a gymna- "Aaa-"

Crap, she had no time to think about what it could do, she glanced around for three and- "Eaa-"

Second shock, they weren't as bad knowing they were coming but it still motivated her. She couldn't see it, and not knowing what either of them did. She didn't think for another second. Sitting herself down quickly on seat two.

"Good. Now, reach up and attach the handcuffs above your head to your wrists."

Could she just... not do that? He did say it was her choice. She swallowed and shook her head.

"Alas, but you've made your choice and so you must go through with it."

A small shock; and a scream. Well shit. She thought, wiping her lower jaw of drool and did as commanded. The clicked in place and then lifted drawing her arms up further over her head. She could stand but didn't see any point right now; thinking for herself was just bringing her pain. Though she did start to rise as a door opened and someone entered.

It was the woman from before. "Sit down girl." She commanded in an authoritative voice a thick French accent that you'd not hear outside a world war two resistance movie escaping her full, blood red lips. She refused and a shock went through her nipples, the woman winced as well, her hand coming up to her breasts. Could it be that she had the same piercings? She thought to herself a flash of sympathy going through her eyes. Sitting down as the woman walked over she drew what looked like a seatbelt from under Nikki's seat; she fastened it atop her thighs, stopping her from standing again. She gave this woman a curious look and the woman smiled devilishly.
"No girly, I'm not a prisoner, I faked it for your benefit." She pulled down the thin white top revealing a pair of smaller gold rings.

She pulled her head back a little, a move the woman noticed.

"Hmm, a little shy? Perhaps I should help you to get used to these things slowly hmm? Lick my nipples and I promise to not hurt you... more than necessary."

Nikki raised a brow in a questioning fashion.

"Well?"

She hesitated before moving forward and extending her tongue flicking it over the other woman's nipple and then the other, the woman pressing her breasts forward a little as she did. She'd never thought of herself as being gay. She liked guys, she knew that, but she had had some thoughts growing up about her horse riding instructor. She'd seemed so confident and glamorous and held herself with an air of grace that couldn't be faked. But even with a few shameful thoughts now and again, that was just admiration, she tried to assure herself as the voice returned.

"Cry out once for black and twice for red."

What did that mean? Who cared, she'd just pick black, "Ah-" A shock. "-AH!"

"Red."

She felt hurt that her choice had been taken away by the shock causing her to cry out a third time. She felt the sudden need to struggle, to make them know that she had picked black not red. She blinked and frowned. What the hell is wrong with me? She thought, realising she was getting worried about a simple choice she didn't even understand.

The French woman came back with a bag and placed it on the ground. She pulled out corset of red leather. It looked to be well made and would probably have cost a lot had she been buying it in a store herself. The corset was placed around her and the hooks at the front closed. The woman got out a small device and pressed it to each hook it made a small sound and when it came away an indentation was left in the metal stud that each hook went around, she wasn't exactly sure but she felt like she'd just been sealed in. "Now, breathe in sweetheart." The woman said.

The corset had very little in the way of cups, though small C-shapes made of leather sat under her breasts and held them up and together. Had her breasts fallen unsupported like this you'd assume they were fake, but her youthful pertness and corset acted to give her real breasts the extra boost. The corset was pulled tight and then tighter and tighter still. She whimpered a little to indicate that she'd had enough but the lady pulled again making her think she wasn't going to be able to breathe out again. She could manage small half breaths, but that was about it. The woman moved down the laces her knee coming up against Nikki's back as she went down, pulling each tighter than Nikki thought possible. Finally she got to the bottom and started to tie it off. She got out another machine and she heard a sound behind her, something whirling, something cutting. The French lady placed the excess cable in the bag with the machine. Cable?! It looked a little like telephone cable but instead of electrical wires inside she saw the frayed ends of steel wire. Well... there was not going to be any give in this corset then.

8

The man watched the screen with a smirk.

"Sir?" Asked the man from before, "What is the point in all this?"

He laughed, his eyes not leaving the screen. "The research was meant to create sleeper agents who would kill without a second thought. The drug we gave her is sending a chemical to her brain weakening and strengthening certain synapses, combined with the punishment and electric shock it allows us to have her more readily yield to our suggestions. This is just part of the process... and a bit of enjoyment, for me at least."

The man hesitated for a moment, "No sir, I meant why are we doing this to her?"

He turned away from the screen and looked at the man who worked for him, he couldn't quite remember his name and he shied away at the look. "Why?"

"Y-yes sir. Of those who you've chosen to seek vengeance against. Well... we've killed families, given some slow deaths, but all this." He motioned to the room, "The plane, the brain washing..." He trailed off.

"Her father killed the only woman I've ever loved. He revealed information to our enemies that saw his own wife captured. This girl is the only thing in the world he cares for. I don't think he'd care about what I did to him. So this is the only way I can see to hurt him. I will turn her into an obedient slave and show him what I've made of her." He had spoken with anger in his voice, the words dripping with more venom with each one uttered. He sighed, his anger quelling as he relaxed back into his chair, "Besides, He wants some doll to parade around on his arm, might as well kill two birds with one stone."

The man was quiet and nodded. "So, why aren't we using the chemical to make more sleeper agents, sir?" He asked, switching the topic.

He sighed, "The procedure is... complex. The drugs cause them to become obedient. It essentially breaks away the need for choice by making them make them in an instant without a consideration for their own welfare. They could strike at the slightest hint of vulnerability... but eventually it makes them a little too obedient. Initiative is lost and it was determined that they didn't make suitable assassins."

"I see..."

"Though this isn't the first time it has been mixed with some pretty powerful aphrodisiacs and abused for more... ethically questionable purposes." He said with an evil smirk.

9

The French woman fixed something to Nikki's ankles above the boots she still wore, she considered kicking, but she didn't really have the angle to hit her properly and decided it'd probably just end in electric shocks which she wanted to avoid. She focused on trying to think of a way she could get out of here though he options were slim if not non-existent. Her mind went back to the chair, chair ten. She could choose to sit in it. But once she'd chosen she couldn't back out, could she risk it? Would it be worse than what they were doing to her now? She shivered, her mind going to the thought of the dungeons she'd seen in a tour in Edinburgh several years ago and she knew that it most certainly could be. The woman removed the strap across Nikki's thighs. She pressed a button and her arms started to pull upwards, Nikki struggled as she was lifted off her seat by the tugging of the cuffs around her wrists. She stood, with some difficulty as she found that the corset was making it impossible to bend at the waist even a fraction of a degree. Her arms were lifted until the cuffs dug painfully into her wrists. She stood, arms pointing directly up, back held straight and her legs held apart, strapped at the ankle either side of the bench. The woman smiled, a smile that sent shivers down her spine and caused her to try and press her knees together without avail. She ran her nails down Nikki's arm and to her side sending a wave of ticklish sensations through Nikki that caused her to squirm and cry out.

"Now, you shall not want to make the next choice, so I'll be kind enough to remind you about my ability to select both should you refuse, I think you'll see why you'd rather make a choice."

She could almost hear his smile and her heart pounded as if it wanted to break from her chest. She was having trouble breathing and had to calm her nerves with a small whimper, though his next words did not help.

"Cunt or Ass."

She froze, eyes widening as she let out sounds of protest and struggled some more.

"For cunt, put Miss Cloutier's left nipple in your mouth, for ass, put her right."

The woman stood before her and pulled down her top again as before, Nikki stood staring, had her mouth not been held that way her jaw may have dropped at the indignity of the choice. "AH-" One; she thought to herself. She had an idea what it was going to be, she just hesitated. Even though she could feel the slightly wetness between her legs the idea of what this would be scared her a little. A second shock and cry; two. Although the very face that she was becoming more and more excited by this was scaring her. The most adventurous she had been in bed had been with a pair of plastic handcuffs, this was all too much. She winced; three. Or was it? She swore the pain was becoming less in her sensitive nipples. Either way she had to make a choi- four --choice and she knew which she was more ready for. Five. She blinked and her stomach fell, she realised she'd not properly been listening, too caught up in the fear and embarrassment. Six; another shock drew a wince. He'd said left first, right? That was the one for 'cunt' she felt dirty at thinking the word. Seven. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to remember, what if she got it wrong? Eight. Her thoughts were feeling cloudy, was it all the drugs they'd give her? She leant towards Miss Cloutier's left nipple. Nine. She was running out of time! She felt like the other woman had pulled back a little. Scowling, she thrust her head forward and fell slightly, her mouth wrapping around the tip of the French woman's small breast firmly. She felt the ring pressing against her tongue and tasted metal. She felt a shock and clenched her eyes, not moving a muscle, pleading that it had been in time and had been the one she had meant to choose. She felt a strange feeling through her, as she held the other woman's breast in her mouth; she could feel heat between her own legs and struggled to tell herself to stop getting so excited.

"Hmm, you know. As much as I appreciate your affection, you can take my breast from your mouth now."

Nikki blushed and pulled back with a look of utter embarrassment as the woman touched her face softly, with affection.

"Oh, well now, if I'd known you'd blush that shade of red I'd have asked to keep you for myself. It matches my lips." She said, leaning in and pressing her lips to Nikki's cheek, giving her a gentle kiss.

She shivered a little, the act wasn't kind. It was full of lust and cruel intent, but it was soft and gentle and it did make her feel... less alone. She tried to give the closest thing to a smile she could but Miss Coultier wasn't paying attention, instead she pulled something from the bag. Nikki swallowed, the smile wiped in an instant. That was unmistakably a dildo she was holding.

10

Somewhere in a bar in an American town a man sat alone in a bar, the light of an old CRT type screen doing more to light up the place than the supposed lights.

"This is news at ten." The TV said. The bar was empty except for the grizzled looking man in the suit. He had black hair, with streaks of grey running down either side and the look of a hairline that was about ready to recede.

"The plane from Newark to Helsinki is still missing. New information suggests that the pilot may have been feeding fake progress reports for the latter half of the flight. Friends and colleagues noticed his wordings being rather out of character. Others have suggested that it was the pilot himself who had chosen to fly off course. The transponder had been manually shut down somewhere before the plane reached the UK and was reported by the pilot as a fault. No sign of plane or wreckage has been found."

The man in the bar finished his drink, neat whiskey, and growled at the bartender for another.

"Awful thing this plane fiasco, ain't it?" The bartender said as he poured him one.

The man grumbled, not wanting to make conversation.

"Hmm, reckon it was hijacked myself. Taken by some secret military type. Never can trust people these days."

He looked up and gave the bartender a strange look opening his mouth to talk-

"Yes."

The bartender replied with what sounded like a Russian accent. "Yes we have her and yes we will kill her if you do anything stupid."

He gritted his teeth and slapped his palms on the bar-top about to stand. He felt a gun against his head and his instincts told him to freeze.

"You were a brother to us. You sold us out. You betrayed us and our cause, setting us back over a decade. What for? Money? A life in the US?" He scoffed and Nikki's father stood still and silent, clenching his jaw, his worst fears coming to fruition.

He replied through gritted teeth in an American accent, "You know I don't care about those things. You'll never understand why I did what I did, it is outside your capacity to understand."

The bartender sneered "You killed your own sister and you lecture me on the capacity of emotions?! Not even the most savage of animals is so ruthless."

He glanced away, "Like I said... you wouldn't understand why I did what I did."

The bartender spat at him, "Like I give a shit. Now... there are some things you are going to do, some insurance policies you've set up that we are going to need taken down if you are to ever see your daughter again."

Her father felt hands pulling his own arms behind his back and frogmarching him out to a back room. "This could be a trick, the plane might have crashed. Unless you prove that she's safe I-"

A photo was shown to him of his daughter tied to a metal chair, looking scared and he shut his mouth with fury in his eyes.

11

Nikki shifted and struggled against the bonds at the sight of the smooth phallic shaped black piece of rubber, but it was as hopeless as before. The handcuffs above her head were pulled tight, the corset around her waist tighter still. Her legs held either side of the bench between her legs. The French woman made calming sounds as she moved over and stroked her face softly.

"There there sweetie, remember you chose for me to be gentle earlier. So I will be..." She held the dildo up, it wasn't massive but it was still quite big; it was connected to a piece of red leather than looked to be identical to the material the corset was made from. "I'd lick it if I was you."

Nikki hesitated but chose to take the advice, leaning forwards and putting her lips around it. It only just slipped through the ring into her mouth and she shivered slightly. Her boyfriend wasn't small, but he wasn't exceptionally well hung either. Secretly, she'd not tell him, but she had been slightly disappointed, she'd wanted the feeling of something larger inside her, nothing monstrous of course, but bigger. She didn't talk to anyone about it, it was a rather perverted desire, but she was sure that most people had them; they just never spoke about them. She put her thoughts aside as she put her tongue to work licking around the dildo. The other woman 'helpfully' gave her more of the dildo, to moisten. Nikki pulled back, gagging a little. "Shh. Relax."

The woman gripped her pony tail firmly and bent her head back, and began fucking her mouth with the dildo. She couldn't make a noise in protest as her eyes widened. It was all she could do to relax her throat and try her best to breathe through her nose, her eyes wide with anger as she gagged a little. She wasn't particularly rough, but then, not being particularly rough when forcing a black rubber cock in and out of a bound woman's mouth is really a relative term. She made more soothing sounds, her hand slipping down to squeeze Nikki's breast, after less than a minute she slowed. She pulled it out and smiled, Nikki did not look pleased and made a sound to project this through deep gasps to catch her breathe. The trail of saliva between the dildo and her mouth made her look a little less threatening and Miss Coultier smiled a devilish smile and wiped Nikki's chin.

"Oh, shush, I'm sure your boyfriends have given you much worse. Such a pretty pair of full lush lips you have. Perfect for wrapping around a nice hard cock. Or pressing against my clit." She purred the words into Nikki's ear. Causing Nikki to squirm, she couldn't let these words have this much of an effect on her. The thought of the other woman pressing Nikki's mouth forcefully between her legs caused a strange pressure between her legs. She realised then that it was a real pressure. She let out a sound, though it sounded slightly lewd and caused Nikki to blush. She felt it stroking against her sensitive lips as she tried to relax. Her knees instinctively tried to pull together in vain as she felt the tip of the dildo being run between the pink folds of her sex, pressing up against her clit caused her to cry out again.

"Well well, I guess that wasn't necessary after all. You're soaked Nikki, you naughty girl. Are you enjoying this as much as I am?" She said with a smirk. She felt the other woman's fingers spread her lips softly and then the dildo being pushed upwards, it wasn't massive, but it was big and she definitely felt it enter her. Miss Coultier kissed and nibbled at Nikki's ear as she began to gently move the tip of the dildo in and out of her. Nikki's legs went slightly weak as she felt her small opening being stretched and relaxed around the head of the fake cock. She moaned a little and she felt it start to be pushed deeper inside her. Oh, it was big... and felt it. At perhaps 7.5'' in length and as wide as her jaw would go, though her mouth was somewhat petite, it filled her tightly. Coultier worked it in and out some more.

She pushed the final half inch inside, Nikki making small sounds of pleasure as her body betrayed her, she was enjoying this, she tried to fight that thought, to tell herself she needed to escape, but more and more she felt a pressure inside her telling her to keep going. It scared her and she refused to let it show. She felt something cold and a little rough press against her clit, though it started to warm, it felt a little metallic. The leather material came up in front in a small thin strip of material that just covered her landing strip and left her hips and much of her groin bare. It fastened to the corset and then she felt a thinner strap between the cheeks of her behind as evidently it was fixed to the back too. The device from before that had sealed her in the corset came out and was pressed to where the straps had been fixed, a small mechanical sound obviously sealing it in place. She shuddered a little, feeling her wet hole, tightly stretch clench around the dildo, her mouth and pussy both held open to capacity she shuddered with a mixture of fear and pleasure.

"Maybe I'll see you later sweetheart... if you choose wisely." She grinned, kissing her cheek again and tugging at the rings in her nipples causing a small squeal of pleasure and pain. Nikki blushed at the pleasure part of that cry. The woman packed up her things, left a key on the bench in front of Nikki and left, the door sealing behind her.

After a moment the chain holding her wrists in the air loosened and let Nikki sit back down. She picked up the key and managed to unlock the cuffs. She leant over, with difficulty, bending at the hips- wow, she felt the dildo move inside her as she did that, not being able to bend at the waist and having that thing inside her shift if she best at the hips was inconvenient. She undid the locks on her ankles too and stood up. She moved away from the machine and her hands went between her legs.

She caught sight of herself in a mirror. A set of red lips printed on her cheek, her hair in a ponytail, a ring gag holding her mouth open, drool on her lower lip and now the corset. She'd known it was tight, but the curve it gave to her figure was almost unreal. It made her breasts and hips look cartoonish in comparison. She placed her hands around the narrowest point and shuddered at how close her fingers and thumb came to touching, she had to get out of this. She tried to find a way to unfasten the dildo from between her legs first, her fingers felt at what had been the clasps but there was no way that she could see to get them free, the machine having effectively sealed them on. She tugged, but the material was thick leather and didn't budge. It felt like it had been put together to suffice as medieval leather armour. She reached behind herself and felt the cables, but she couldn't feel a knot and she had no idea how it did up, let alone how to loosen it. She tried looking behind herself in the mirror, but the restriction to her movements stopped her from twisting at the waist. She sighed at the futility of the situation. She wiped her cheek clean of the lipstick before feeling behind herself, hoping the strap might come off at the back. It was hopeless too.
"Don't look so dejected my dear girl. You are doing splendidly and are over halfway through the game."

She looked worried, wondering what else could be done to her in that time again.

"Choose a seat, four or five."

She'd been sensible enough to take a look around the room and eye out which seats looked the least threatening. She glanced around quickly to check which two those were and the first shock came. She nearly fell over. The zap to her nipples was expected, the violent buzz of the ridged piece of metal against her clit and the throb of the dildo, which felt as if it had literally pulsed inside her, was not expected. She grabbed a table to keep from falling and quickly stepped towards her chosen seat. She threw herself into it as a second shock took effect and the pulsing inside her mixed with her bending to sit, made the dildo inside her feel alive. She clenched the chair and let out a low cooing, murmur that drew a blush from her cheeks. Had she just cum?! In this room, with this torment? She breathed deeply hoping that it wasn't obvious.

She sat in seat five and breathed as deeply as she could, heat in her cheeks as she felt she'd die of embarrassment, though no comment was made about it, she wondered if it had actually gone unnoticed. The seat she'd chosen was a rather innocent looking chair, nothing too special, just a frame, no arms, and a piece of wood for the seat, another for the back and a third along back of the legs.

"Ah, my favourite chair, good choice."

Oh, that didn't sound good.

"Chose, moan once for stiletto heels and twice to get spanked."

Her eyes widened a little, her choices hadn't been so well spelled out before and didn't it seem a little obvious, wearing heels was infinitely better than getting spanked. Wasn't it? She glanced away, down at the floor as she entertained the thought of having someone slapping her rear. But not knowing if it'd be bear handed, with a whip or a paddle she knew her choice. The first buzzing, throbbing shock sent pain through her now very sensitive nipples, pleasure to her clit and a throb to her stretched pussy. It also made her moan. She made no other sound and waited, the second shock didn't come.

"Hmm, you pick the safe chair and then the safe option? Are you calling my bluff? I'd remind you that you're 'all in'."

He said, sending a few seconds of violent pulsing through the dildo inside her with a small laugh. She struggled not to fall off the chair. She collected her thoughts the best she could, but she was finding it hard to think straight with that thing inside her. Listening, waiting for the command to make a choice and obeying seemed to be more and more important. The seat she sat upon started to recline causing her to hold on tightly. As it did, it flattened out some, like a dentist chair. A small bar lowered from the ceiling above her.

"Now, this will take a bit to explain. There is a small sensor at the top of your corset, behind you. The chair has calibrated to that sensor. If it stops being above where it is now, certain 'punishment' will be administered. If it touches the chair, the punishment will be administered. You better get ready to lift yourself up with that bar as I can imagine the corset limits your option of doing an ab-crunch."

As he'd spoke, the French woman, Coultier returned, she considered a rush towards the door, but it was on the opposite end of the room and had shut quickly behind her. She was however, free to attack the French woman and try to overpower her, she considered it for a moment. Then the voice spoke,

"Begin."

The buzzing against her clit and inside her tight hole caused her to let out a cry as she frantically grabbed at the bar, lifting herself up slightly, stopping the torment of intense pleasure that was feeling dangerously sweet and tempting. There was no way she was overpowering a new-born kitten like this, let alone another person. If she moved from the chair it'd continue to throb and vibrate inside her. She sighed a little and held on.

She watched as Coultier went to the bottom of the chair, she pulled a strap up from one side and started fixing around Nikki's lower thigh. She moved around the table to the other side and started to do the same to her other leg, but Nikki kicked. She'd done it without thinking, catching the woman in the middle of her stomach. She doubled over but recovered quickly, a glare on her face as she came back at the younger girl, raising her hand to strike her. Without thinking Nikki managed to twist, pulling up on one side of the bar, with her limited movement capacity she managed to move her body sideways slightly and tuck her head back behind her shoulder, the hit barely connected with Nikki and before she could consider it she struck with another to the woman's chest throwing her back. Time to make her escape... You know... if she wasn't in a locked room, sealed into a remote-controlled pleasure suit, one leg bound to the chair and no idea where in the world she was. Wow, great thinking Nikki.

12

The man watching the monitor widened his eyes and nearly spat out his drink. His subordinate rushed over. "Sir! I've sent two men to subdue an-"

He cut him off with a wave of his hand. "Belay that order. She's not going anywhere and Miss Coultier deserves that for letting her guard down." He took a sip of his neat whiskey and smiled again.

"Sir. Didn't you say that all attempts to make an assassin failed horribly?"

"Yes I did."

"Then what was that we just witnessed? The girl has never had any formal self-defence training; I'd not expect anyone to be able to do that, not to someone trained like Miss Coultier, let alone a novice."

"Perhaps the program was cancelled prematurely. Or perhaps it is just a fluke. The brain is a complex thing; the drug merely acts to strengthen and weaken certain synapses. Obeying actions without questioning them. We just need to work harder at stopping her from making her own commands."

He watched as Miss Coultier got up, recovering from the kick and staying back with a cautious glare. He knew she had an evil streak; she had to, to be doing this sort of thing. Maybe not right now, but soon she'd get her revenge on Nikki for that.

13

Nikki shifted awkwardly, feeling petrified in her current position. The woman rubbed her chest where she'd been kicked with the booted foot. She came up slowly beside Nikki again, moving with a certain deadly saunter, which spoke of a leopard hunting prey. She fastened the belt around Nikki's other leg, taking care to stay out of the way of another kick. She pressed a button and the belts tightening, moving back under the seat and pulling her legs with them. The move caused her legs spread to the edge of the chair; Coultier pressed her hand between Nikki's legs and pushed upwards on the dildo firmly, causing a reawakening of the awareness of the thick piece of rubber inside of her, "Next time I shall not be so kind to you."

She instantly regretted making an enemy of this woman. Her arms were burning from holding the bar as she began to rather slowly remove her boots and socks. She was taking her time, she realised, knowing that every second would become harder and harder. She had brought in a bucket of water that hadn't spilled during the struggle and began washing Nikki's feet with a rough brush that made her eyes widen the moment it stroked over her foot. She squirmed and made sounds of protest, it was all she could do to hold on, her body coming down onto the chair occasionally as she could not control the laughter, the ticklish sensation in her feet overpowering her. Each time she came down the buzzing between her legs caused her to lift herself quickly back up with a moaning sound. This went on for several minutes as Coultier made sure her feet were cleaner that was strictly necessary, the worst part being when she made sure to brush between her toes and along the arch. Nikki hung there, biting down on the ring, breathing deeply.

She struggled for breath; holding herself up, being tickled and the corset did not go well together. Though eventually, the assault on her feet stopped. Her arms burnt from where she held herself up, whilst she was light and relatively strong, the strain began to tire her out. Out of the bag Coultier pulled a pair of heels. With long red cables that matched the corset coming from them and she frowned, realising that like the other items, she was going to have to get used to them. The woman slid the open toed shoe over her foot, forcing her foot to arch until when she stood she'd be almost on tip toes. The back of the heel was sipped into place and then she started wrapping the cables around her feet and ankle, tightly, the shoe being held to her foot and crushing it slightly in the process. Once she was finished, she saw her remove a strange tool and use it to seal the cable shut. She saw that it bit down on two loose ends and left it looking like one single piece of cable, the sound of it was the same as she'd heard behind her when the corset was put on. Her arms were killing at this point, taking her attention away from her feet. She let her head fall back as her hands gripped tightly.

She began to slowly repeat the process on the other shoe. By now her shoulders and arms were on fire, she held on with all she had as a small glisten of sweat covered her body. Eventually having lost the last ounce of strength she had to let go. As her back fell back down onto the seat and her arms got their first respite she felt the throbbing pulse once again. She struggled, but the way her legs were held, the corset and angle of the chair stopped her from going far. But why would she want to? The feeling inside her taking over the rational part of her mind as she tight closed her eyes. Her hands came between her legs as she raked her fingers over the leather struggling to try and get a hold of it to somehow turn down the intensity of it. The pleasure built inside her as she felt herself tighten and relax around the dildo with each pulse. It built like a wave until suddenly is stopped... She blinked her eyes opened and she looked down. Miss Coultier had gone, she caught sight of her as she closed the door behind her and left Nikki felt a pang of desire to feel the vibrations inside her again.

She lay there for a moment and took a few deep breaths before she could reach down and undo the straps on her legs. She looked down at her feet, they were stuffed into a pair of heels that'd add several inches to her height but were about a size too small.

"Congratulations, you're into the final round and now I'm going to give control of all your 'toys' to you."

That didn't sound good; anything that sounded like it might give her an advantage had to be a trick.

"Whilst you sit you control-"

There was an intense throbbing again, it felt like the dildo was pulsing in waves up the length and the rough vibrator against her clit came to life, stimulating the already sore bud. She jumped up and stumbled a little on her new heels, managing to keep her balance.

"Yes, that. Your feet however..."

She felt a button press under the ball of each foot as she shifted her weight to her right foot her right nipple was shot with pain. She moved to her left foot and the same thing happened to her other piercing. She panicked and fell to the ground, kneeling.

"Kneeling is sitting for the purposes of this game."

The voice said and the vibrations in her stretched soaked hole came back on causing her to jump to her feet. Although she felt her body aching for the feel of the thing between her legs she didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing her give in to it. She tried to balance her weight and it made the pain less intense in each nipple. Leaning back a little and- a sharp stabbing pain, the heels spiked her and she stumbled forward as if pushed. If she leant back on the heel a spike pushed painfully into the bottom of her foot. In between sharp pain she managed to find something of a compromise, balancing her weight the best she could, she managed to get a discomfort in the sole of her foot and a bearable pain throbbing in her nipples, but she had to stand very still and concentrate. She wiped her bottom jaw and stood waiting for a moment.

"Good, I'm glad to see you getting to grips with the controls."

Her feet ached, and her calves burned a little, even without the discomfort pressing into her soles, the stilettos were painful. Even not moving, she found herself struggling to keep balance causing the occasional uneven shock through her nipples.

"Now, for your next choice. Give up and sit in seat number ten or sit back in seat number one."

She blinked, that felt more like an ultimatum. She touched her nipples, at the thought of the seat. She'd already sat in it once, but the fact that she could have chosen the other option from the beginning and avoided all of this. To face it now seemed like all this would have been for nothing, she couldn't face that. She walked, carefully, making sure to distribute her weight as evenly as she could to the first seat and sat back down. Even without the motivation she'd had in the last 'round' she'd done it rather quickly. As she sat she felt the vibrations beginning. Oh god that was too much...

"You know what to do."

She frowned and placed her hands in the holes, the belts looping around her wrists again. They moved apart a little so her arms were stretched outwards. The throbbing dildo between her legs distracting her.

"One moan for tits, two for ass."

She thought for a moment and then steeled herself. It was time to change the rules. She held her tongue even as she felt the intense pressure building up in the bottom of her stomach.

14

She didn't respond when he called out the choice a second time. He considered applying a shock, but he had said it was up to her now. He was getting annoyed. She wasn't breaking down quite as quickly as he had anticipated. She really did have a remarkably strong will. It was fine though, she'd be his either way. He pressed the button on the microphone.

"Fine. Both it is, I hope you don't regret this later." Stupid girl. He turned to the other man, "How is our old friend? Her father."

"Sir, we have him." Our men are making sure that he doesn't have any surprises left. They've got the original files and are getting ready to extract him.

He grinned, "Good, make sure they don't kill him, I want him to see how obedient his little princess is."

15

What the hell are you doing Nikki? She thought to herself. Pissing off a murdering psychopath is not a good idea. What had possessed her to defy him like that? She let out a small noise as the straps holding her wrists quickly moved apart. The same as before, she was pulled towards the wall, only this time she couldn't bend her spine and the wall didn't open. Instead she was left with her cheek pressed to the wall. The belts rose, apparently the grooves from them allowing for that. As they did so did the bench she straddled between her legs, pushing up she was raised to her feet her cheek sliding against the cold steel panel as she stood. As she stood and leant weight on her feet her nipples sent small shocks into her breasts that she was getting strangely use to. Though the bench between her legs still pressed tightly against where the dildo rest, leaving the vibration to torment her sensitive and sore hole.

She was bent at a 90 degree angle at the hips, legs straight, her body pressed against the 'bench' she had straddled. Her neck at another right angle, her cheek flat against the wall bending her neck awkwardly; her arms outstretched level with her shoulders. She didn't see Cloutier approaching. It was only when she felt a clasp around her ankle and another on the other that she realised she was in the room. The pulsing vibrations in her tight hole distracted her from much else other than the pain. She didn't test the binding on her ankles, but assumed they would prevent her kicking again.

The next thing she saw was a butt-plug next to her face. It wasn't as large as what was currently throbbing inside her pussy, not as long. But at its widest she was sure it matched the other, it had no base, just a ring that had some method of opening and closing that looked odd. It looked as though, should that be let go of it could be... complicated, to retrieve it. She put that thought out of mind as the French woman said, "Lick."

She hesitated but decided this wasn't something to argue about, she put out her tongue barely touching it before it was pulled away. Oh no.

"Hmm, I tried to play nice with you, but you had to go and violate my trust. It hurts me that you don't want to make me as happy as I'm making you."

She didn't have the capacity to laugh at that comment right now.

"I'm not a monster though. I've bought some lube to make this slip in nice and easy." Nikki relaxed a little, but still felt fear.

It's not like she hated anal sex, she'd let her boyfriend finger her there once, she was just a little worried about going to anything bigger. His fingers had felt so thick in her tight hole and the idea of anything bigger in there had made her nervous. She remembered to relax as she felt a latex clad finger covered in something slippery slip inside her. Apparently the thong she wore had an opening she hadn't noticed. It wasn't like she was going to be exploring things like that. She let out a small breath. She knew it was going to be tight, but with the dildo stretching her other hole there wasn't much room for give. She was sure she could feel the finger pressing up against the hard dildo inside her as it continued to buzz. "Oh, and the lube I picked, is special, just the perfect thing for someone as irritating as you. It'll cause an insatiable itch one you'll feel an overpowering need to sate."

She thought she almost felt it beginning slightly and shuddered as the woman added a second finger to the first, causing her to let out a sound in protest, oh, damn that was tight. She felt like she had two massive cocks inside her, rather than just the larger dildo and a couple of fingers. They slipped out and after a couple of seconds she felt the hard feel of the rubber plug. The thin tip slipped in fine but as it continued in it pushed apart her small hole, stretching it with relative ease, the lube offering her little chance to stop it. She breathed deep, relaxing the best she could, thinking it had to be at the widest point as it continued in some more. She let out a small sound as she felt it slip in, her muscles closing around it, holding it inside, something clicked and the hand disappeared, the plug slipped deeper inside, pulling at the leather cord that was the back of her 'underwear' holding the dildo in place. The ring must have been attached to that. She felt as if both her holes had been stuffed full and now pulsed with a deep throb.

She felt the pressure of the bench disappear as it lowered, but the buzzing didn't stop. She tried to move her legs, but her ankles were held firm, she couldn't stand up straight with all that held her and so she kept her posture. She was left there for a few minutes, nothing but the feeling of the things stuffing her for company, she tried to stop herself but she cried out and opened her eyes wide as she was forced to cum again. As she did she saw Coultier approaching with a length of red velvet rope. "Now... let us see if we can't help you defy gravity just a little more..."

She made a noose like knot and placed it over Nikki's breast. How she was held they hung a little, pointing down at the ground. Tightening the noose until it squeezed her breast, tight, but not tight enough to really hurt, she started wrapping the rope around her breast some more. Nikki cried out her protest to this. It wasn't tight enough to turn her breasts purple, maybe a little pink, but nothing dangerous though she felt them swelling ever so slightly. She began work on her other breast until she had both of them bound. Then she started wrapping the rope around the two, pulling them together so that they would point straight out and forward from her chest. They'd look more round, tied like this and slightly swollen. The rope was wrapped around her back once or twice and held the whole thing in place. She tied a tight knot between her shoulder blades; Nikki couldn't get to it there, even if she hadn't been wearing the corset and other, accessories. The woman left the room, leaving her alone.
The straps on the wall loosened and she was able to free her hands again. She managed to undo the bindings on her ankles. She felt at the plug not finding anyway to remove it. The rear of her leather like underwear pulled up and slightly into her tight back-hole, the ring of the plug somehow fixed around it. The leather both stopped the plug from slipping fully inside but also stopped her from pulling it out. She reached for the rope behind her back unsuccessfully before bringing her hands to her slightly swollen breasts. A slight pink colour they seemed larger than normal, presented like this they pointed straight forward, somewhat unnaturally. They felt more tender than usual and she felt at the ropes, not finding a way in which she could loosen the reel of cord that squeezed her breasts so tight.

A sudden feeling from inside her had been growing but had remained blocked out by other sensations. Her holes being stretched as wide as she'd ever had any of them individually, the swollen breasts with the pierced nipples still sending small shocks that she was almost numb to and the tight corset stopping her getting a full breath had all distracted from it. But she felt it now and it caused her to fidget. The itching sensation from within her plugged rear. She made a noise of irritation and tugged at the ring, pulling at the plug, shifting it inside her. It was a mixture of pleasure as the plug moved, the leather thong causing the dildo to shift inside her too. Pain as the plug pulled out a little widening fast and stretching her small ring. And satisfaction as the itch was scratched. She continued to pull the plug out a little, and let it slide back in, causing the mix of emotions each time. Her sounds of irritation became more like moans and her knees wobbled as she made herself climax again. She felt weak, her knees threatening to buckle. She'd never had so many orgasms in one night before, let alone in the hour or so she had been in this room, what was happening to her? She had never been so prone to reaching an orgasm so easily before. Then the voice came back with a small laugh.

"My, my, aren't you an insatiable little kitten. Well now, I can help with that itch if you'd like... or make it worse. If you'd like me to help, then strap yourself into chair six."

She had been planning to just ignore him, but the chance to alleviate the sensation made her go against her better judgement. She went to the chair, well it wasn't really a chair but it was obvious how she was supposed to 'sit'. She knelt on two padded squares and felt the buzz between her legs shift as the pain in her breasts subsided slightly as she was off her feet. She pulled a belt up and over the back of her knees, holding her legs in place. The frame came up to her hip and she bent there, shifting the dildo and plug inside her with some interesting feelings that drew a moan from her lips. She lay her body down on a padded rest that cause her breasts to be pressed rather uncomfortably between her weight and the padded surface. She looked up and saw where her hands were meant to go. Reaching up she put her hands through two loops and pulled a pair of handles on the other side, each tightening the loop. She waited for a few moments, the itching getting more intense, she wiggled her hips and rocked them back and forward as much as the corset allowed, trying to get the plug to shift inside her. She called out to the room a little, making small pleading, questioning sounds. And suddenly she realised what she was doing with a wave of nausea and embarrassment. She had just effectively tied herself up and was now begging for a woman to come and play with her ass. Oh god, she felt like such a whore. She whimpered a little and tried to breathe deeply.

Then 'he' walked into the room as she went silent, her eyes widening. She didn't know why she hadn't expected him to come in, the fact that he'd worked through female proxy until now had made her feel somehow safer from him. The memory of him killing the pilot came back to mind and she tensed against the bindings, though she was securely fastened. He walked around behind her with a grin, "I did say that I would help, did I not?"

He ran a hand down over her heart shaped rear and gave it a quick firm slap causing a small cry to escape her lips. A second, harder swat to her other cheek drawing a second cry. The feeling of the slaps, the spanking made something rise up inside of her she didn't know was there. She felt his hands moving to the plug and she relaxed as much as she could as he pulled it out a little, and then started to withdraw it fully, having unfastened it somehow. She cried out as her hole was quickly stretched to its limit before the plug slipped out smoothly, giving her an almost hollow feeling now it was gone. She turned to look at him but he walked around in front of her. He lifted his shirt up over his head and threw it aside. He was well muscled, not in a grotesque body builder fashion, but more like someone who used his strength for something practical. She blushed a little as she felt her heart flutter, as scared as she was she had to admit that he was rather attractive and the dominating older man had always been something of a turn on for her. His pants fell too revealing his naked form, a small amount of hair as you'd expect from a masculine body covered what looked like a body that could be made from marble. She noticed several scars covered him and that his cock was hard, she may have felt slightly hurt if it hadn't been, she didn't think she had anything left to show. She realised it was almost identical in size and shape to the one currently inside her pussy, the one that had barely fit past the ring in her mouth. It pointed towards her, the slightly veiny look of it scaring her somewhat.

As she finished her thought, he had grabbed her pony tail, his cock moving towards her open mouth, "Better to wet it first don't you think?" She agreed she preferred for him to not try and enter her ass with his cock dry but she felt that it was a flimsy excuse. She relaxed her throat, the earlier face fucking with the dildo having well prepared her as he thrust in and out of her mouth unhindered. He was nowhere near as rough as she felt he could have been. In fact, he stroked her cheek and made soft deep placating sounds of encouragement. She did her best to keep breathing when she could and was finally forced to hold her breath as he slowly pushed the entire length into her mouth. She gagged a little, her throat being forced wider, cutting off any air. And he sat there. Her eyes widened as seconds moved by excruciatingly slow, she made sounds of protest and struggled but he held her head firmly in place. Finally after what felt like an age he pulled back out, his cock soaked in her saliva as she gasped for breath. At least she'd made him wet enough that it would go smoothly.

"Hmm, wouldn't want to get any of Cloutier's special treat on me now that I think about it." He pulled out a condom and opened it, starting to put it on over his hard cock and the saliva that was now in no way going to help her. She whimpered angrily... well it's not actually possible to whimper angrily, so she just whimpered.

She read the word 'ribbed' on the empty packet beside her face and from what she could see of his cock, it really was. More so than she had seen before, it looked like a series of rubber rings wrapped around his member ever half inch. He pulled out some lube and covered the condom, making her feel somewhat more relaxed, though the irritation inside her begged to be sated. She shifted and struggled some more, making small pleading sounds, and he stroked her hair with his clean hand, "Shhh, I'll fuck you in a moment."

That hadn't been what she was pleading for! Well actually... it was, she realised. But only to stop this feeling, anything was better than that. It wasn't like she wanted him to fuck her she told herself, somewhat unconvinced. He moved behind her and she felt something press against her tight hole, pushing forwards she felt it stretch around the width of the tip. She gasped, it felt bigger than the plug, although at the widest the plug had been about the same diameter, his member was that thickness throughout the whole length though. She whimpered a little as he pushed slowly inside her, each bump of the ribs testing the limit of her hole. She let out a little moan as she felt him fill her completely, not bothering to be slow, causing a small shock of pain. His cock filling her ass while a duplicate throbbed in her pussy, he could evidently feel the vibrations of it against himself. He made an animalistic sound as he withdrew himself somewhat faster than he'd entered causing Nikki to gasp again and then he was rough.

Fucking her hard enough to make her breath out with each thrust, each breath coming out as a small cry he smashed against her rear. The ribs of the condom becoming nothing but a blur as they moved in and out faster than she could judge, they did a good job at removing the irritation but also at stretching her poor asshole. He pounded into her for several minutes, slapping her rear. He leant forwards, pressing his hand on her back, squeezing her sore breasts tighter between the surface and her body, she let out a cry but it was muffled by a groan from him as she felt a pulse, familiar to the sensation of the dildo as he came. He lay there for a moment, his weight on her crushing her breasts before he stood and pulled out. "Mmmm, good girl." He patted her rear and she felt some indignation at the treatment, like she was some sort of animal. She whimpered, the way he'd just fucked her and cum making her feel more like a whore. At least the itching was gone.

He moved across the room. She couldn't see what was happening, held as she was, flat against the surface, and bent over at the hips, knees held apart. He came back and she felt him pressing something to the back of the corset and then she felt the thong detach and the dildo that had been inside of her was slid free. She breathed out as it slid free. She heard it buzzing violently and she shivered at the thought of having had it inside her for any longer. She could already feel her sore lips of her womanhood stretched as they were. She heard it turn off and saw him disappear. She breathed as deeply as she could, feeling a little empty now and more than a little exposed. She heard him come back he placed something on the table and made a sound of appreciation.

"You really are gorgeous." She felt a moment of panic as she felt his still hard cock slip into her soaked pussy with ease. It accommodated it perfectly but she still made sounds of protest at having had it happen without warning, her brow furrowing in anger. She wasn't a toy! Even if she was being treated like that. "Hmm, if I was keeping you for myself you'd be lucky enough to stop at this..."

She blinked and raised a brow wondering what he meant and relaxed again as he pulled out. Though that made the act of putting his cock in her feel more of a violation. He hadn't done it to fuck her, he'd just done it because he could. Because he'd wanted to and there was nothing she could do to stop him. His hand stroked between her lips roughly, wiping up some of her wetness, two fingers plunging into her pussy and working it firmly to get wetter. Oh, that felt nice, she admitted. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he continued, his other hand stroking her rear appreciatively. Her body was betraying her completely, feeling so sensitive to every touch, getting excited and pleased so easily. She tried not to, but as she lay there, face pressed to the bench she couldn't stop herself from cumming around his fingers. He'd managed to slip another in while she had been preoccupied. She blushed, not having used three of her own fingers before. She managed to see what he'd gotten as he pulled his hand away from her and wiped it over the end of it. Good god, that couldn't be- the size of it was frightening. She struggled and made sounds of panic. It was the largest dildo she'd ever seen.

"Shh." He said firmly, placing a hand on her rear and holding her hips still. "Relax, you'll be fine, you've had that other dildo inside you for a while now. Each time it pulsed it forced you to tense around it, stretching yourself a little as you did. You might have been as tight as a teenager this morning, but right now your pussy is as stretched as a slut."

She whimpered.

"Ah, but don't worry you are young, it'd tense back up in an hour or so and you'd probably be near as good as new. However, that is not what he wants." She struggled again, letting out a cry of fear.

"Relax." He said again sternly. "Trust me, this is going to happen. Relax and try to find the pleasure you've obviously been feeling or struggle and feel pain."

She blushed and then she felt the tip of the new dildo press between her folds. It caused a soft, whimpering moan. She breathed slowly relaxing the best she could. He slid it in gently. Her hands clenched, there was no way it would go in right? But it did, her hole being pulled open with some discomfort and a cry from her. He didn't move it getting her pussy use to the new girth, and girth it definitely had. She felt her pussy stretched tight around it as he teased her, slowly working it in and out, stretching her around it. He started to thrust more as it got deeper, the last inch of so was a bit harder to accommodate, the previous dildo had not been this long and it felt uncomfortable as it was pushed in. Once in she felt him fiddling with the thong attached to the corset. It somehow could attach to the dildo she realised. She felt as he pressed something to her clit, well, around her clit but it tightened gripping on to the area and pulling it forward. As he replaced the thong she felt her clit press against the leather. The metal vibrator was gone, put what he'd attached pulled her clit forward from her hood and caused it to be bare against the leather. She shuddered as she heard the machine closing the back of the thong, securing it in place and with it the new toy inside her.

"Nine and a half inches in length and two inches in diameter. You're unlikely to meet a man hung like that outside of a porn studio." He said as she whimpered.

He left the room and after a moment the tension holding her arms went slack and she was able to free them and then her knees. She stood up, slowly, moving carefully like she had pulled a muscle, each movement made her very aware of how large the dildo inside her was. She struggled with the leather thong but it was useless. She looked up as the wall parted, revealing the bed from before.

"Lay on the bed."

She walked over, the shocks to her nipples and spikes in her heels having stopped for now. Luckily, because it was all she could do to walk upright with the huge dildo inside her. The wall closed as she sat on the bed and the lights went out, plunging her into darkness.

"Sleep."

She heard the command and let out a small cry. She made a few more sounds of anger and protest, but it seemed like he wasn't listening to her anymore. She couldn't be expected to sleep like this could she? She worried the dildo inside her would stop her ever being tight again if it remained in overnight. The corset was uncomfortable to say the least and her breasts throbbed. They felt larger, swollen, though not in danger of cutting off blood supply. She lay on her back and before she could think about how she could fall asleep or even start to sob she passed out, as gas filled the room.

16

The two men came in with gas masks and lifted the girl to the trolley from before, fastening her wrists and ankles, with metal cuffs. They noted the new attire she had acquired as the moved her to the shower room to carefully wash her and see to any facilities she might need. One placing an IV in her arm that hung from the trolley.

After the wash she was taken to another room, with a bright light and placed into a dentist chair. A man in scrubs came in and unfastened the lock behind her head, slipping out the ring gag and placing it aside. Her mouth hung open still, having been forced that way for so long and her full lips along with the outfit made it look like she was begging for a cock even whilst unconscious. He started working on her mouth, first he slid something small and metallic in, holding it between two fingers he slid them down her throat, holding it as deep as he could get them. He picked up another tool and held it to her neck about where his fingertips where and it pushed against her skin. Magnetically attracted to the other piece, he moved it slowly down her throat, careful not to drop the tiny device inside her throat, lest he choke her. Having gotten it to the right depth he pressed a button and the device pierced through the thin skin, a small spike coming out with a tiny drop of blood, he was incredibly skilled and managed to do so without causing any unplanned damage to her. The device inside her throat connected to another piece outside and he reached over to get the last piece, a leather collar that held the device on the outside firmly in place.

17

She awoke in the same room, knelling, head slumped forward, her arms above her, tied by a rope attached to the ceiling, supporting her weight. She lifted her weight more onto her knees. Her mouth hung open but was free of the awful gag, her jaw ached and her throat felt swollen and sore. She tried to mutter something of a plea but she'd lost her voice. She coughed to clear her throat and that caused considerable pain and didn't help, she got perhaps a small squeak out. She couldn't stand, her ankles and calves pinned firmly to the floor. She still wore all the horrid things she'd been forced into... or had been forced into her. The large dildo was still uncomfortable inside her, but no longer painful, she worried that she was getting used to it.

Two men walked in and she shifted in surprise, she struggled a little to no avail. One came over and just held her breast examining it she tried to cry out in shock, but couldn't. She couldn't make hardly a sound. So instead she spat at him. He slapped her with the back of his hand causing tears to well in her eyes slightly. She would be still for now, though she still clenched her teeth. Her breasts ached considerably as he examined them. The man moved behind her and used something to undo the thong; she thanked the gods that they were removing that thing. He pulled it out an inch and stopped there. She waited expectantly for the rest to come out. Instead he said something in a language she didn't understand and the other wrote something on a clipboard. Then he tilted it forward, the angle stretching her hole back towards her ass and pressed the tip forward. She made a sound of protest that turned slightly pained as she felt something else slide inside. Beside the two inch wide piece of rubber it felt quite small. It stretched her uncomfortable wide and she felt something cold flood through her pussy before the thing slipping back out. Some sort of liquid she realised, she didn't want to know what that was. The dildo went back in and the thong was re-attached, to her dismay.

One of the men went behind her and pulled firmly at the cables, squeezing her ribs causing air to be pushed from her lungs. She felt something attach to a cable and then heard a clicking sound of gears. She hoped they were cutting the constricting thing off. But it tightened and her fears were realised as they began adjusting the cables, spreading the tightening across the whole corset, more clicking of gears, more adjusting and then a sound like she'd head the first time it was attached. She saw him come away with a piece of cable about a foot long, realising she lost that much room to breathe across the whole length of her rib cage. She made a face, trying to get their attention by furrowing her brow and opening and closing her mouth. They just ignored her.
They grabbed her breasts and squeezed. She let out a scream, more of a gasp as no sound followed. She struggled a little though he let go. He pulled out what looked like a ring with the handle of an old fashioned cork screw attached. It looked like some sort of instrument you'd find in a medieval dungeon. Instead it hooked the ropes around her breast, sliding between skin and rope with some trouble. Then he began twisting slowly, as he did the ropes tightened, her eyes widened and she shook her head, making faces of protest she gnashed her teeth at him but that got her another slap. They ignored her. After several turns he pulled out a smaller ring that clamped onto the twists he'd made, keeping it tight. He repeated the process on her other breast, leaving them more swollen and extended from her chest than they were before.

They left and she hung there, hopeless, soundless, she tried to cry but couldn't even manage that as the lights went out again. She felt a buzzing feeling between her legs and made a small whimper as she was helpless to hold down the pleasure that quickly built up inside her. With nothing to see or hear, she only had that to focus on.

18

Nikki's father awoke. Tied up, gagged and on a plane. His face hurt and so did his ribs. They'd beaten him and he was sure he was covered in bruises, possibly even with a fractured rib or two. He pushed the pain out of his head as he listened to the two men flying the small plane chat in Russian. It had been a long time since he'd used his mother tongue, but he understood the words easily enough.

"-can basically have her made how you want."

"What, you mean like hair colour, cup siz-"

"No no no. You're thinking too small; you can choose to make her fully obedient. Make her bark like a dog when you command it, that sort of thing. Apparently they can even make them more animal like..."

"Hmm, I don't know about that. I'm not into that sort of thing."

"Yeah, me either, but you have to admit that a naked girl on her hands and knees purring like a cat would be pretty hot."

"Hmm... maybe."

They noticed him listening in, he had no idea what they were talking about. One of them whispered something and the other laughed. He left the other flying as he walked back to the small room that held him.

"Ah so you're awake."

He grinned, patting him on the side where he was sure the ribs were broken drawing out a scowl and a grunt of pain.

"You know I've not been able to get the thought of your daughter out of my head the whole way here."

He narrowed his eyes at the comment, scowling.

He laughed, "She really is a such a... flexible girl."

He tried to yell a roar of anger and struggled causing a spike of pain in his side where he thought the ribs were broken. The man laughed some more before hitting him in the jaw roughly to calm his struggle and pressing a rag soaked in solvents to his face.

19

She had no idea how long she'd been hanging there, getting used to all the new tightness of the ropes and corset. Though when the lights came back on she was laying on the bed, though she had no recollection of having passed out, more gas must have been used. That couldn't be good for her she thought. It also meant that she had no idea how time was passing. The corset and ropes around her breasts still felt freshly tightened, but at this point she had no way to confirm that they hadn't actually been turned up a notch whilst she was out cold. Her mouth hurt and when she bought her hand to her mouth her lips felt swollen. She lifted herself off the bed, struggling to stand, the thick piece of rubbed held inside her between her legs actually kept her from closing her legs properly but she managed to stand. Looking into the mirror a different woman looked back. Her hair was platinum blond, even her eyebrows had been dyed and her lips were fuller, she touched them and they felt sore, she guessed they'd been injected with Botox, it wasn't done with subtlety. She looked like a porn star. She touched the collar at her neck and when she tried to speak again she realised it had something to do with her inability to speak, the pain flaring up over the silver disk in its centre. She touched it tentatively.

A woman with deep red hair walked in with the two men in balaclavas. They wheeled something in with them. Nikki spun to face them, looking fearful; the smile of the other woman was as predatory as those from the others she had seen.

"You are awake. Good. You may call me- Well, you may at least think of me as Mistress. You will do as I command or be punished. Do you understand?"

She hesitated before giving a fearful nod. The woman did not look like she should be tried. She was shorter than Nikki was and a few years older. She had a curvaceous figure and wore an elegant dress that flattered her body. Her dress was split up one side to her hip, revealing her toned leg below.

"Sit in the chair."

She gestured to the device that had been wheeled in. She had to lift herself up into it and doing so was awkward, causing the dildo to move inside her. The men began lifting her legs up into stirrups on either side of the chair, she resisted slightly and the woman struck one of her breasts with a thin riding crop that sent a wave of pain through her swollen breast. She reached up to cradle her sore tit but the woman swatted her hands until she moved them away. She let the men lift up both her legs and strap them in place, her stiletto heels slid in with a click and a belt around her calf kept her legs immobile. She sat, her back straight and her legs lifted up and apart slightly, her feet out in front of her level with her hips.

"Good, now lift your arms over the bar behind you."

There was a bar she rested back against, it was lower than her armpits so that she could stretch round and put her arms over it, as she did one of the men grabbed her wrists and pulled them together. Doing so would stop her from moving her arms back over the pole. She tried to struggle but a swat of the riding crop on her other breast put an end to her defiance. He cuffed her wrists, they didn't need to be fixed in place, the bar that she rested her back against and arms behind was adjusted until it came up to her armpits. She couldn't leave the chair without lifting her wrists up and over it and her legs were secured to prevent her standing to do so. The corset added to the immobilisation preventing any bending or twisting at the waist.

Mistres- The woman walked over and ran her hands over Nikki's legs, "Hmm, such a delicate young woman, I'd rather have you like this." She smiled and bit her bottom lip as she looked over Nikki's body. Nikki faltered, she felt a sudden wave of desire through her, to let this woman do things to her. It was a troubling feeling that Nikki's mind didn't quite know how to process.

The men moved back around and pulled something that let them adjust the stirrups that held her legs. The started to lift them, and straighten her legs, she felt the stretch in her hamstrings that made her open her mouth wide and make a face of protest, a soundless gasp escaping her mouth.

"Hush girl, you are flexible, you'll cope." Mistress said. And she did as told, closing her mouth.

Her legs were lifted up until her ankles were practically level with her shoulders and it forced her hips to tilt to accommodate, tilting forward and lifting her pussy up more, she felt the dildo inside her pressing in ways it hadn't before. The men then slowly moved her legs outwards, still held straight and at shoulder level. She gritted her teeth as she felt her groin stretching to its limit. Had she been lying face down on the ground, she would be practically doing the splits with her feet level with her shoulders. However, as she was, she merely felt as exposed as it was possible to be. The men left after checking the legs were held securely in place and her Mistress moved between them. She brought the device to her corset and removed the front clasps, slipping the thong off. She'd been bent over a table when the dildo was inserted and as it was slowly pulled from her sore hole causing her to gasp silently whilst her 'other' lips made a lewd sound that she tried to ignore. She gasped at the size of it. It was as thick as her wrist and nearly the length of her forearm. How had that fit inside her?

Mistress placed it down and Nikki felt a sense of relief at having her pussy empty for the first time in many hours. It didn't last long, as fingers were slipped inside her. She didn't know how many, the last time she remembered fingering herself she'd felt her pussy stretch as she entered one, now, she definitely knew there were at least two but it didn't feel like a tight squeeze. She shuddered and made a small, soundless and ignored sob.

"Mmm, still nice a wet, good, the hormones are working then."

She spoke as if she merely talked aloud for her own benefit, not to inform Nikki, though she obviously took pleasure in watching the girls face.

"Several doses have been given to you which have increased your sex drive considerably; I doubt you'll have noticed, considering the situation. However you'll most likely always be wet, which is useful now as it's kept you from hurting yourself on your gift."

The gift, clearly indicating the enormous dildo. She worked her fingers in and out, another joined and she felt the tightness of her hole stretching, she let out a small moan a sound that she was somehow able to make and glanced down. She could just about see Mistress working all her fingers and even her thumb, held together, in and out of her, slipping up to the second finger joint. Nikki thrashed her head from side to side, flicking her hair around as she did, though it was feeling good... too good, unnaturally so.

"Aww, I suppose you aren't use to something like this, hmm?"

She pressed her hand forward, straining the capability for Nikki's once tight hole to stretch before the pain diminished, her Mistress's hand having slipped in and her pussy tightened back around her wrist. She felt her clench her hand and unclench it causing her eyes to roll back a little. It felt like she was filled up inside and she clenched her eyes shut. Mistress pushed her hand deeper, pressing at every angle pushing on every wall until Nikki's thrashed her head in protest feeling at the limit of her aching sex. She pulled her hand back out, Nikki's face cringing as the widest part of her knuckles slipped out, she glanced down at her hand the realisation that she had just been fisted settling upon her.

"You seem to be doing well." She said this as a doctor might tell someone in recovery. "Everything feels fine, you have a remarkably elastic vaginal cavity my dear. Some women might envy that." She said, suggesting that she did not, which made her nervous. "I can say that I'm satisfied you'll handle the next step without injury."

Nikki swallowed and let out a small whimper, little more than a squeak.

Her Mistress smiled evilly and then let out a small giggle and an excited little clap. "Oh, it was going to all be a surprise, but I can't not tell you." The men came back in; they started to take off the corset with the small device. Although she was thankful to be able to breath, she doubted they would take it off without something more evil in mind.

"Firstly, we have a new procedure for you, it is a tissue growth stimulation that can only effect homogenous tissues unfortunately such as- My my, listen to me going into the specifics. Suffice to say, it can be used to encourage the growth of certain fat reserves. Say... your breasts for example." Nikki widened her eyes and made a pleading face; if she understood it correctly she was going to get a boob job. She shook her head and opened her mouth to make clear her views against that, but a quick backhanded slap from the still smiling woman wiped the look from her face. The men cut the ropes that bound her breasts and the sudden pain was immense. It was like standing up after having been sitting on your feet for hours, only amplified and located just in her breasts. Her Mistress noticed her obvious discomfort and she was thankful for her squeezing and massaging her chest, the pain receding faster as she did. She made small sounds, murmurs of thanking pleasure that she could also hear. Once she could think straight she looked down at her breasts and her eye widened in fear, her once pert breasts had been pulled until they sagged like she'd imagined they might in her late twenties or early thirties.

"Oh don't look like that. Your skin was so tight it'd have left nasty stretch marks to let it grow all the way, besides, they'll be pert again in no time." She grinned. Nikki realised she was spread eagle and also totally naked for the first time in a while. The extra movement in her waist didn't help much in getting out of her current position. She felt some pain in her lower ribs and abdomen and was sure that something must have been shifted inside her to give her that narrow waist.

Her Mistress closed her mouth and smiled, pulling out a needle and injecting Nikki's arm. "I don't want to give too much away though, it'll spoil the fun."

Nikki was sure that they had very different definitions of fun as she slipped back into her drug induced sleep.

20

"Sir, the operating room is ready. Are we... sure about the specification?" The man said, holding a chart in his hand.

He smiled and nodded, "Yes of course."

"Sir, I know that it sounds... like it'll all make her into a supermodel but it'll likely just make her look..."

He searched for the word before he could the large man interjected. "Like a slut, a cartoon character, a bimbo? Yes that is the point. We are doing this for a man who has very... unusual tastes. He wants her to look like a doll, so we'll make her look like a doll." He nodded a little, watching as the girl thrashed her head, the hand slipping inside of her pussy. "It does seem a little cruel to watch it happen I agree... I wonder if he thought of what it would mean to have a living doll?"

21

She'd woken and fallen asleep several times, held down and dosed up on drugs she wasn't sure how much time had passed, days or weeks for all she knew, she had occasionally felt people giving her injections, cleaning her, the walls of the room had looked like some sort of hospital from a horror movie. When she did wake up she was naked in the familiar room, on the bed, her hands went to her chest and hit flesh well before she had expected them too. She felt her breasts, once a little over a handful and the size of an average grapefruit she had ample extra in her hands now, feeling the size of a small melon. She knew to expect it and although she felt scared and upset about it, the feelings weren't as strong as she knew they should be. Perhaps she was in shock. She started to stand a little wobbly from the extra weight and having been in bed for so long. She put her foot down and stumbled, falling to the ground, landing on her rear with a soft thud. She felt more cushioned than she'd expected. She felt and her ass and noticed that it was more curvaceous than it had been before, a similar treatment to her breasts she assumed, though to a lesser extent. Clenching her jaw to stop herself making pointless gaping motions as she had no voice to protest with, she stood again.

Her legs were weak and she stood up with some effort. Managing to keep her balance, with the added weight of her new chest. She looked into the mirror she knew he was likely behind and blinked. The woman looking back at her seemed unfamiliar. She had the same toned body as Nikki, she had the same eyes. However her breasts were larger than she knew hers were. She reached up and felt them, seeing them be fondled in the mirror. They weren't too sore, a little sensitive perhaps, but they felt real, they hadn't used implants, just whatever her Mistress had talked about. Her lips were in a constant pout, fuller than hers, coated in a layer of lipstick a shade more pink than her natural colour. She wiped it away, but it didn't more. She lifted a brow to give a puzzled look, but her brow barely moved. She felt her forehead and it was slightly numb, leaving her with limited capability to make an expression. She opened her mouth, she had meant to convey a look of anger and shock, but it sort of just looked a little like she was surprised. She snapped her jaw shut, annoyed they'd taken this too, along with her voice. She saw that her eyes had darker lashes and a hint of eye-shadow. She reached up and found that they too were not makeup. They had left her permanently looking like she was made up to go out for the night.

Looking at her body again, her breasts were rather pert considering the size, easily an F cup now. Her hips flared out more too, where the extra weight had been added. And her narrow waist was now tiny; it made her look like a drawing. She looked like some sort of living sex doll, she thought to herself. She sobbed silently, tears not coming out as she did though.
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