For Michelle, working late was supposed to advance her career, not end it. Her higher-ups had taken note of the gorgeous Asian woman who was willing to work long hours to help her company succeed. In fact, they had already marked her for a promotion. A Branch Manager position was opening soon, and they had no doubt that she would be perfect for the position. Unfortunately for Michelle, however, she had a rather well-connected rival. One who knew who to call to get rid of someone standing in the way of her promotion. As Michelle left the office that night, she was suddenly surprised by a damp rag over her face. A few breaths later, and she was out like a light. It only took a few seconds to partially strip her, toss her in the trunk of a rented car, and drive way. The clothes we took were haphazardly thrown out the window as we drove North, but we soon turned back towards the Southwest and headed towards Site Epsilon.
Site Epsilon was a state-of-the-art research and development facility, built on 300 acres of private land. Here, we tested new methods and drugs for use on future captures without the prying eyes of investors and clients paying too much attention to what we were doing. After all, we provided a service–training denial sluts wasn’t cheap–and we needed state of the art equipment for that.
We arrived early the next morning, and could hear that our newest acquisition was already awake and kicking around in the trunk. We gave her a shot of a tranquilizer before hauling her out of the back and taking her to the processing docks. There, she was fully stripped and her clothes were burned. Her ID and credit cards were destroyed, and her cell phone was dismantled and disposed of. Michelle, the promising promotion candidate, had vanished from the face of the Earth. Instead, she was assigned a number and a holding cell where she would spend her time until she qualified for a test. Her name wasn’t Michelle anymore. She was V-223.
She didn’t have long to ponder her condition before she was removed from her cell and tied against the wall. She was blindfolded and gagged before she was informed that she had a visitor. Her mind raced, wondering who knew she was here… and why would they want to see her like this? Who was sick enough to enjoy watching her suffer these indignities?
A soft, feminine voice whispered in her ear as fingers curled in her hair, yanking her head back. “You thought you could take that promotion from me?” hissed the woman. “After how long I’ve been there? You thought that you could take the Branch Manager title? Guess again… I’ll see you ruined before I let you get promoted over me!” That voice! Michelle struggled in her bonds as she felt female fingertips touching her collarbone. They moved down to tweak one of her nippled. It was Alisa, the witch that worked in the cubicle across from hers! She yelled incoherently into her gag, which only made the other woman laugh. “Save your strength. You’ll need it… these people have something special in mind for you.” Michelle heard heels clicking away, and then silence. She was alone, save for the guards… who quickly took her down from the wall and dragged her back to her cell.
The following morning, we were informed that a new drug had passed basic trials and was ready for human testing. Triproxamorphine was a more potent version of our already popular proxamorphine, but with a few modifications to increase the strength and duration. Whereas proxamorphine had performed well in tests up to six hours, the initial trials of triproxamorphine had yet to conclude. There were two women who’d been under its effects for the last 72 hours, and it showed no signs of weakening. This had prompted the R&D division to begin researching a possible antidote to it, in case the effects failed to wear off at all. Our concern, however, was testing how the drug responded under intense circumstances… and since our client had requested V-223′s fate to be excruciating… why not test it on her?
After the initial injection was made to her clitoris, V-223 was taken down to one of the basement chambers and tied to the wall. Her legs were bound apart, and one of our technicians began to massage the little nub between her legs to test her response. As expected, she fought against the technician for quite some time before another one held a high-powered vibrator against her loins. That got her moaning like a whore in no time. We kept the vibrator there for the better part of an hour, varying stimulation to see if we could push her over the edge. The triproxamorphine, however, was designed to inhibit the emitters in her spine that carried the signal for an orgasm to the brain, but not to inhibit the delivery of the arousal signal. Eventually, we hoped to transition from an injection-based method to an implant. A microchip someone could turn on or off to disable the subject’s orgasms. For now, this would suffice.
With initial tests concluded, we decided to see how V-223 did with long-term stimulation. We rigged her up in a stressful bondage position – a floating spread-eagle – and mounted the vibrator directly against her clit. She began to scream and curse almost immediately, her brain telling her to cum but her body betraying her. It was most interesting to watch, and our technicians got a lot of good data observations during the next hour.
Satisfied that she wasn’t going to be cumming, we decided to test if the prolonged exposure to the device would weaken its effects. We added a pair of weights to her nipples to enhance the stimulation effect, and then turned out the lights. With the door sealed, one could barely hear her muffled wailing as she fought the restraints. The two subjects in the cells on either side of her – both part of unrelated trials – would hear her quite clearly all night. It would have them wondering what cruel fate they had unwittingly been spared.
The following morning, we found V-223 passed out in her restraints. We released her and redid her bindings to keep her fastened to the floor this time. We tested once more to see if the
triproxamorphine had worn off, but it hadn’t. She cursed us so much we had to mount a bar through her teeth just to keep her somewhat silent while we performed our next test. Seeing as
triproxamorphine was delivered into her nether regions as a liquid, we wondered if it could be secreted amidst her pussy juices. Thus began a long period of edging, causing her to leak and drip uncontrollably. Her grunts and screams were more animal than human by the time we collected a sample large enough to analyze. While our labs performed the necessary tests, we left her strapped to the floor with the vibe on her clit some more. She’d been begging to cum, after all, so we told her she was welcome to if she could.
The labs had two final tests to perform. The first was the analysis of the effects suction had on the clitoral region. As with some snakebites, we wanted to be certain she couldn’t extract the
triproxamorphine with a pump. We left a vacuum attached to her clit for several hours, which had the added benefit of increasing her sensitivity. We briefly discussed the possibility of combining
triproxamorphine with the raproxocide we developed as a nerve stimulant, and decided to form project T-219 to investigate the possibility. Once it was ascertained that she could not rid herself of the
triproxamorphine with a pump, we decided that it was time to put her through the final test – her performance exam.
If she graduated her training as a denial slut when we shipped her to Site Gamma, she would eventually be sold to a new Master. We had to make sure she could withstand all the most rigorous possibilities a new Dominant would put her through, be they male or female. As such, we decided to turn her over to our staff for the rest of the night. She was bound in the staff quarters, and various members of our facility operations crew used her relentlessly. Shift changes are frequent, so she had no shortage of new cocks to suck, new pussies to please, or new hands groping her holes.
Many of our staff are dominant males and females, so V-223 was put through a variety of bondage positions, ties, punishments and what should have been orgasms. She was fucked multiple times in multiple ways, often by many of our crew at once. Still, the triproxamorphine seemed to hold firm in her system. While this was impressive and has numerous applications, we did prompt our laboratory to begin looking into countermeasures in case it turned out to be permanent. That project – project F-31 – is currently 18th on the priority list.
Upon being returned to her cell, V-223 displayed such an aggressive response to her enforced denial that we were afraid she was going to damage her pussy permanently. As such, she was placed in a restraint bodysuit and fastened to her bed. A vibrator was inserted and nuzzled up against her clitoris to provide her with some stimulation, and the body bag was sealed. Currently, she spends every waking moment either in the restraints, or she is taken out and tested by the staff to test the current strength of the triproxamorphine.
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