“Sergeant Lori Parker?”

I snap forward in my seat. The voice is the first sound I’ve heard while sitting alone in the waiting room.

Fidgeting with a sealed folder in my hands, I look up at the nurse standing over me. She’s an older woman with graying hair and a sour demeanor. I can practically feel her gaze burning holes into my skull – she’s scrutinizing me from the top of from my ear-length black hair, all the way down to my combat boots.

“Yes ma’am,” I respond, not sure what to expect.

“Stand up when you talk to me!” the nurse snaps.

“Y-yes ma’am!” I stutter, leaping out of my chair clumsily, almost dropping the folder.

She snatches the folder out of my hands and glares at me for a moment before speaking again.

“Follow me.”

She leads me out the door into a dark, seemingly endless hallway. The place looks deserted, probably because it’s a Saturday – just makes everything that much creepier. I follow her into another room filled with people. I see some technicians setting up machines around an examination table. I recognize one of them – Samantha cross, a pretty woman in her mid-twenties. I look at her, but she doesn’t look back.

I wonder why Sam didn’t acknowledge me. She’s always been kind to me. Even when we first met – I had been taking some night classes at the state university, and it was some pretty grueling shit. I could barely even keep my eyes open – maybe that’s why one evening I walked straight into Dr. Sam, knocking her papers everywhere . I stooped down on a knee to help her pick them up, begging for her forgiveness. But she said not to worry about it and introduced herself. She always remembered me after that.

Did she have something to do with me being selected for this test today? When I insisted that I be chosen for this assignment instead of that other female soldier in my unit – was Sam the one who backed me up?

An older woman in a lab coat smiles and extends her hand to me.

“Hello Lori, I’m Dr. Manyard,” she says to me. “How are you feeling?”

“Uh, I’m doing okay,” I answer, feeling my nervousness subside a little at her warm greeting.

“Do you know what is happening today?” the doctor asks.

“Yes… I think so,” I nod. I had been briefed before I came here, but still feel confused and uncertain. The nurse hands the doctor my folder.

“We are testing a new interrogation technique that I devised from my research here,” Dr. Manyard explains. “Completely humane, no torture, but 100% effective. I’m hoping that I have found a method for the military to gather information from prisoners without any ethical dilemma or chance of error.”

I nod anxiously.

“Do you remember the pin code you were given?” Dr. Manyard asks.

“Yes ma’am,” I answer.

“Alright, the goal of the interrogation will be to get you to surrender the pin code,” the doctor says. “We have no way of knowing what the correct answer is until the exercise is over and we believe we have the truth.”

I look at her, dread rising up in me.

“If you successfully withhold the code or fool us with a false code, you win,” she continues. “If we get the correct code… we win.”

I gulp.

“Also remember, as I’m sure your commanding officer told you – there is no backing out. You’ve signed the consent forms and the nondisclosure agreement. You have to go through with this up until I say its over.”

Dr. Manyard sees me trembling, and puts her hand on my arm reassuringly.

“Are you nervous?” she asks.

“Yes ma’am,” I stutter.

“Don’t worry, you’re not being graded,” she says. “Just use your training, and act like you would if you were really taken prisoner.”

I remember being offered this assignment. I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise, really. I have always been the best soldier and the best squad leader in my platoon – I always knew the others are jealous of me, especially the girls. One of the junior soldiers in my squad, Corporal Tasha Lewis, never could get over the fact that I was put in charge of her. But I am the most squared away female troop out of the whole lot of them, especially Lewis. That dumb bitch got a DUI while on leave – and she has the nerve to complain I got promoted before her?

It all started when I began taking classes at the state college. Normally its pretty hard to take classes and work in the Army, but the company commander, Capt. Williams, gave me some leeway with my work hours so I would be able to get to class on time. I’m sure that made the others jealous. Lewis always scowled when she had to work late mopping the building while I got to change out of my uniform and go to class.

A few weeks later Lewis let slip that she had been chosen for an assignment as a testee in a new interrogation program. She said it was similar to the Survive, Evade, Resist, Escape (SERE) course, only even more prestigious, and a guaranteed career move.

I couldn’t let her have this victory over me. I decided right there that I would be chosen for this, not her. I went straight to Capt. Williams and told him I was a much stronger candidate than Lewis – I made extra sure to remind him of her DUI record. He seemed hesitant, but told me Samantha Cross was a representative for the group conducting the interrogation program.

I found Sam at school and asked her about the program. She told me that the doctor was gunning for a contract for the military, and needed volunteers – dedicated volunteers. Of course I was interested, and Sam promised she would mention me to her boss, and suggest to Capt. Williams that Lewis be replaced with me.

Just a few days later the captain called me into his office and told me I had been accepted.

Capt. Williams had warned me that once I had been chosen, there was no turning back. My participation to the end of the program was absolutely mandatory, and if I tried to get out I would face disciplinary action. He asked me to rethink the wisdom of volunteering.

Despite the warning, I remember how confidence I was when I volunteered. I remember how bold and brave I knew I was going to be when I went into this.

The best part of getting this assignment was seeing Lewis turn red with frustration when she found out I replaced her. God, that was such a glorious moment!

I feel better now, and ready for the challenge ahead of me. Whatever they throw at me, I can handle it!

“Now, are you ready to begin?” Dr. Manyard asks.

“Yes ma’am,” I answer.

“Good,” she says. “You have been captured, and are unable to escape or fight back. All you can do is stand firm and not crack under our procedure.”

The door opens and several more people walk in. My heart skips a beat – they’re soldiers – my commanding officer Capt. Williams, a gray haired full-bird colonel I don’t recognize… behind him, a dark-skinned girl with piercing eyes walks in.

It’s Lewis!

Got to keep my cool… I wasn’t expecting them to be watching me, but that doesn’t change anything. Though I cannot for the life of me understand why that bitch Lewis has to be here too – I was chosen for this! Not her!

The nurse approaches me, I step back reflexively – I can’t help but be scared of her.

“The test begins… now!” Dr. Manyard says.

A timer perched on the counter beeps as the doctor activates it, and walks back towards her equipment. Out of the corner of my eye I see two of the technicians setting up a camera on a tripod.

The shit is about to hit the fan, so to speak. I’m ready for it.

“Approach the table!” the nurse commands me.

Two male technicians come up behind me, but its not them I’m afraid of. I timidly step toward the nurse, stopping about a foot from the metal examination table. I shudder – it looks so cold and clinical.

“Undress!”

Its okay, I knew they would probably do embarrassing stuff to me. At least they’re not sugar-coating things. God knows terrorists aren’t polite and sensitive to their captives!

I unzip my uniform jacket and neatly fold it.

Suddenly the nurse bats the jacket out of my hands and grabs me by the hair.

“Hurry the fuck up and strip!” she snarls in my face.

My eyes widen with fear and I hastily tear off my boots and trousers, tossing them to the floor in a disorderly pile. I’m in my underwear and t-shirt now. I look up at the nurse hopefully. She’s still glaring at me – she wants me to keep undressing? I glance at Sam too, she’s watching, but doesn’t say anything.

The soldiers are unmoved too, but Lewis has a smug grin on her face. Fuck that bitch. It should be her being forced to strip, not me. No, I can’t think like that. I have to keep my eyes on the finish line. Once I have this test under my belt, I’ll be on top of the world.

Okay… I take a deep breath and take off my shirt.

All I have left is my panties and sports bra. I look up at the nurse again, praying that’s all she wants.

“Naked, bitch!”

Ah fuck.

I hesitate. When I volunteered for this I didn’t think there would be nudity involved.

Thwack! My cheek smarts when the nurse slaps me across the face.

She takes me by my hair again and pulls me close. I can’t hide the pure fear in my eyes as she hisses at me.

“Look cunt, you have a choice. You can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your call.”

She pushes me away. I desperately want someone to intervene, but no one does. I guess its all part of the test.

Like Capt. Williams had warned me, there’s no turning back. Shit.

Terrified, I pull the sports bra over my head. My small pink nipples immediately perk up as the cool air hits them. Trying my best to block out all of the watching people, I slide my panties down to my ankles, and throw them into the clothing pile. Thank God I shaved yesterday, at least my pubic hair is neatly trimmed into a neat little strip. But I definitely wasn’t planning on anyone seeing it!

“Hands up,” the nurse barks at me.

I obey, placing my hands behind my head. God, my nipples are rock hard – I’m not sure if its because it’s cold in here or I’m just scared. I shake as the nurse puts her cold hand on my chest and rips away my dog tags. We make eye contact for a moment – I try my best to hide how afraid I am of her, but I quickly turn my gaze back down on the floor.

I shiver as the nurse puts her cold gloved hand on my chest and rips away my dog tags. I’m stark naked, all I have left is my belly button ring. Lewis looks at it and smirks. Piercings like that are generally frowned upon in the military, but who was going to see it? But now, it is the last shred of my identity that hasn’t been torn away from me.

“We’re going to talk about that piercing later,” Capt. Williams says sternly.

“Y-yes sir,” I mumble, blushing with embarrassment.

Sam touches my shoulder with a quick look of sympathy.

“Sam…” I whisper.

“Shut up,” she says, turning me around.

I fight back tears as Sam zip-ties my wrists behind my back. I feel more vulnerable than ever. Sam forces me to sit down on the table. She circles around behind me and grabs my arms, pinning me in place.

The nurse brings over a handful of red pills and a cup of water. She sets the water down on the table.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” she says.

As I open up the nurse grabs me by the cheeks and places the pills on my tongue.

“Put your tongue in but keep your mouth open.”

She puts the cup to my lips.

“Drink and swallow.”

I feel the large pills go down my throat as I gulp down the water.

“What are those?” Capt. Williams asks.

“A powerful aphrodisiac,” Dr. Manyard answers. “You should start noticing a change in a few minutes.

An aphrodisiac? What the hell? What are they going to do to me? I’m starting to get really scared now.

“Now relax,” Dr. Manyard says, approaching me with a stethoscope.

My mind keeps going back to the pills. Is there really such a thing?

“Breathe in,” the doctor commands. “Now out.”

I comply, too scared by now to even think of being uncooperative. Dr. Manyard listens to my breathing intently, moving the stethoscope to various places on my chest and stomach.

My breaths are getting ragged. Maybe I’m just nervous, but also… a bit excited too.There’s a building tension in my core. What is that? Is it the pills taking effect?

Satisfied, she puts the tool down and starts prodding me with her gloved hands. I keep my head up and my shoulders back, looking at her defiantly. But on the inside, I’m getting agitated. What the hell is happening to me?

I tremble as Dr. Manyard examines my breasts, gently cupping and prodding them, making the tension in me flare up even more. There’s warm moistness building between my closed thighs.

Jesus, is this turning me on a little?

She tweaks my nipples. I don’t make a sound but the doctor catches the fleeting pleasure in my face.

“The prisoner is responsive to nipple stimulation,” she says.

Nipple stimulation? What the hell does that have to do with anything? To my relief she moves on from my breasts, but a tiny piece of me wishes she didn’t stop. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but I am.

Dr. Manyard dips her finger into my belly button and examines my piercing. I sputter a little – it tickles! She looks at me strangely for a moment, then lightly runs her hands down my ribs. I squirm, trying to hold back the giggles. Her eyes furrough and she tickles my tummy with her fingertips. I squeal and try to pull away, but the nurse grips my arms tighter.

“The prisoner is ticklish,” she says.

That was embarrassing. I feel like a school girl.

Dr. Manyard opens my legs and starts poking and prodding my lower stomach. As she moves down, her touch gets lighter and gentler. Her fingertips graze over my small patch of pubic hair, sending a tingle up my spine.

I sneak a glance at the other people in the room. Their expressions are blank… except for Lewis of course, who looks like she’s having the time of her life.

No one thinks this is strange?

As the doctor’s strokes get softer my breathing gets heavier. Each time her fingertips graze my skin I feel the moist tension rising up between my legs.

I can’t believe it. Is this really turning me on? No… I’m just getting flustered. That must be it.

Without warning Dr. Manyard’s hand brushes over my pussy. – I barely keep my composure as spasms of arousal shoot into me.

“Mmmmmfff!” I stifle a gasp.

“The prisoner experiences moderate sexual pleasure to vaginal stimulation and is vocalizing” the doctor says.

I flush with embarrassment. Really? She thinks I’m enjoying this? This is fucking bullshit! But what if I am enjoying it a little? No, no, it can’t be. Okay just breathe. I just need to pull myself together.

Dr. Manyard puts her stethoscope back on my chest.

“Ms. Cross, continue to stimulate the prisoner while I monitor her,” she says to Sam.

My hair stands up on end as I feel Sam’s breath on my neck. She reaches around and cups one of my breasts, tracing ever-tightening circles around my nipples. I feel Sam’s gloved fingers glide up in between my pussy lips, further inflaming my building desire. She finds my clit and starts gently massaging it, sending ripples of ecstasy down my body. I try my best to resist, but I can’t take it anymore.

“Oh… Oh God… Oh fuck! Oooooohhh…” I moan.

Dr. Manyard keeps measuring my breathing with the stethoscope as Sam slides her fingers into my soaked pussy lips.

“Doctor, look at this,” Sam says.

Dr. Manyard leans over and gently opens my drenched lips.

“Oh God… oh…” I gasp.

“Hmm, I figured as much,” Dr. Manyard says.

“I think she is getting excited too quickly,” Sam says, putting her hands back on my arms.

“I agree,” the doctor replies. “I am going to induce an orgasm.”

What? I can’t even believe my ears. She can’t be seriously.

Dr. Manyard reaches between my legs and vigorously strokes my clit. Spikes of pleasure shoot up my stomach. I try to stay composed, but I quickly melt into Sam’s arms, moaning uncontrollably. I look into the doctor’s eyes, but she is showing no emotion whatsoever. She just waits for my body to surrender to her, and and strokes my clit even faster.

As I get close to the edge, I beg for mercy.

“Oh… please… ma’am, please!” I gasp. “Please don’t… Oh, Oohh!… please… ooohhhh!… I beg you…

The doctor ignores my pleas and keeps massaging my pussy. I hear my moans get louder with each stroke. I realize I’m about to come any second. I try to break free but Sam tightens her grip. I’m completely helpless, all I can do is look into Dr. Manyard’s eyes as she forces me over the edge.

“Oh! Oh! O-oh! Ooooooh! Oh God! God!, Oh God Oh God Oh God! Oh Goooooooood…”

My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave.

Sam tenderly lays me down on the table. As the overwhelming pleasure subsides… I feel shame. The most terrible, horrible shame of my life.

I spent days mentally preparing myself for this – out of all the problems I imagined I never thought getting horny would be one of them! Out of all of my training about combat, and the possibility of falling into enemy hands, I was taught I might be beaten, tortured, or even raped… but never, ever, did I think I would be forced to have an orgasm!

Dr. Manyard turns to the colonel.

“I just induced an orgasm on the prisoner,” she says. “Now she will be relaxed enough for us to start the interrogation procedure.”

It’s strange and awful hearing these people talking about me like a lab rat, a test subject, a specimen. A sexual object. But at the same time, strangely exciting.

“That was a little easy, wasn’t it?” Lewis snickers.

“Well, I have a lot of experience with this,” Dr. Manyard says. “But its true, she is very easy to sexually stimulate, even if we hadn’t given her the aphrodisiac.”

My cheeks turn crimson red.

“It really depends on the sexual experience of the prisoner. In this case, she is a virgin.”

Everyone goes silent. I’m astonished. How could she possibly figure that out?

“How… how do you know?” Capt. Williams finally asks.

“The prisoner has an intact hymen,” Dr. Manyard replies. “This is probably the first sexual experience she’s ever had.”

“I… I had no idea!” Capt William stammers.

“No worries,” the doctor says. “We can still complete the procedure.”

Capt. Williams is lost for words.

“It’s not a big deal,” the doctor assures him. “This won’t affect the test, not at all. We’ve learned she is a virgin who is easy to sexually stimulate, and is very ticklish.”

“Ma’am…” I whimper, sitting myself up as best I can with my hands still tied.

“Yes, what is it?” Dr. Manyard asks.

“I… I… I need to pee,” I say.

“Excellent,” she replies. “We need a urine sample from you anyways.”

I’ve had to take urine tests in the past, I hate them. I have to go to the bathroom and pee in a cup. Great. But it can’t be as humiliating as what just happened to me.

The nurse opens a cabinet and pulls out a disposable urine collector. Its a funny-looking plastic jar with a handle and a long neck ending with a wide mouth. She places it on the table beside me.

“Sit up on the edge of the table and spread your legs,” the nurse orders me.

My heart jumps up into my throat. I’m going to have to do it here? In front of everyone?

Sam grabs me again.

“Oh God…” I sob, sniffling back tears.

“Shhh, its okay, just do it quick, and it’ll be over,” Sam whispers in my ear.

“Remember to wipe away her orgasm fluid so it doesn’t contaminate the urine sample,” Dr. Manyard says.

I meekly open my legs for the nurse. She seizes me by the throat and pushes my head back. I feel her wiping away my cum with a cotton swab. She places the mouth of the jar up against my pussy.

Everyone is watching me! I can’t pee like this!

“Come on, bitch!” the nurse growls, tightening her grip around my throat.

I finally relax enough to let it out. My pee dribbles down the mouth of the jar, pooling at the bottom. It only takes a few seconds, but feels like an eternity.

“All done?” the nurse asks impatiently.

“Yes ma’am,” I squeak.

The nurse closes the jar and hands it off to one of the technicians.

“Alright, now we can begin,” Dr. Manyard says.

Sam pulls me off the table and the technicians push it out of the way against the wall. The nurse pulls out a bench. The bench looks almost like a sawhorse, except made out of metal with cushions on the top. I can’t help but notice the restraints at the head of the bench and on the back legs.

What are they going to do to me?

Sam cuts the zip tie from my wrists and makes me lie down on the bench. The nurse takes my arms and cuffs them above my head. Sam and a technician fasten my ankles to the legs of the bench with my feet firmly planted on the floor. I’m laid out on this bench completely helpless – I’m just loose enough to be able to wiggle around a bit, but I can’t defend myself in any way.

Another technician rolls up a machine and attaches sensor pads all over me.

The technician turns on the machine. It starts bleeping and a series of fluctuating lines appear on the display screen.

“Alright, running diagnostic check,” he says, putting a stethoscope to his ears.

“Breathe in,” he tells me. “Breathe out.”

I obey.

“Hold your breath.”

“Breath in.”

I gasp as he reaches out and tweaks my nipple. One of the lines on the machine blips upward.

“Chest sensors are working,” the technician says.

He rolls his fingers over my pussy – I just came a few minutes ago but his touch still sends tingles up my torso. Another line on the machine blips.

“Alright, we’re good,” he says and walks back to the machine.

“Everyone, I have been researching female sexual behavior for years,” Dr. Manyard says. “And I am very proud to be showcasing the end result of all that work today.”

The colonel nods.

“But I think the honor of carrying out this first demonstration should go to my step-daughter…”

Step-daughter? What step-daughter?

“Tasha Lewis.”

I’m aghast. Lewis is her step-daughter?

“She knows how to do all this?” Capt. Williams asks in surprise.

“Of course she does,” Dr. Manyard laughs. “She’s worked by my side since she was a child, and spends every free moment not committed to the Army continuing to help me in my work. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for her!”

Tasha Lewis steps up to the bench. I look up at her in fear and bewilderment.

“Dim the lights please,” Tasha says to a technician.

The room goes dark.

Now I’m really scared.

Tasha pulls up a stool and sits, looking down at me. I’m still afraid of what is going to happen to me, but to my shame, I mostly feel excited.

“How are you doing, honey?”Tasha asks quietly.

“Uh… I’m doing okay ma’am.”

God, I called her “ma’am” without even thinking about it. A junior soldier that I’ve laughed at and put down all this time, and here I am naked and tied to a bench, completely vulnerable to her, calling her “ma’am.”

“You’ve been very brave so far sweetie,” she continues.

I nod nervously.

Her patronizing attitude should be infuriating, but for some reason I don’t mind it so much. Is it those pills they gave me? Or is it something else?

“Just relax and enjoy it,” she says.

I feel her hands run down my chest with a featherlight touch. It makes me shiver – not in a bad way – just the kind of shiver one gets when someone touches you in a way you’ve never been touched before.

Tasha squirts oil into her hands.

I remember the orgasm Dr. Manyard gave me just a little while ago. I’ve never had sex before – shit, I’ve never even played with myself before. It’s not that I’m not pretty and can’t get laid – I know every guy in the platoon would like to fuck me. I just wanted to wait until I met the right man.

I guess that’s all out the window now.

I gasp softly as Tasha lightly rubs the oil on my chest. It feels so good, I can almost forget how terrible this whole situation is. She squirts more oil on her hands and starts massaging my breasts, her hands just barely skating against my skin. No one has ever given me a massage before, is this what it feels like? Tasha’s fingertips graze back and forth across a nipples, and then trail off to the other nipple. I’m starting to squirm against the restraints – I can feel the pressure building between my thighs.

Tasha’s hand cups my pussy. She smiles – its already wet. Tasha rolls her thumb over my clit, sending spasms of pleasure into my core.

“Does that feel good?” she asks.

“Yes ma’am,” I murmur.

“We’re going to play a game, Lori.”

Despite my rising pleasure, my mind starts to race. What kind of game?

“If you obey me and tell the truth, I will reward you.”

She takes my nipple and tweaks it, making me gasp.

“But if you disobey me, or try to lie to me, you will be punished.”

Tasha skates her fingernails down my armpits and over my tummy. I giggle uncontrollably as she tickles me – my hysterical squeals go silent – the sensation is so intense I can’t even breath.

Finally, she stops.

“Understand the rules?” Tasha asks, her face breaking into an evil grin.

“Y-ye-yes ma’am!” I gasp, still trying to catch my breath.

“You will obey me?”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Say it bitch!”

“I will obey you ma’am!”

“Louder!” she says, digging her nails into my skin.

“Aaahhhhh yes! Ye-yes! I will – aaaaahhhhh! I will obey – eeeiiik! I will obey you ma’am! Aaaaahhhh! Please stop ma’am! Pleeeeease stop! I beg you aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”

“Good,” Tasha grins.

“Now… state your name.”

“Sgt. Lori Park-” I start.

“Do you think your rank matters here?” Tasha scolds me. “Do you think I care what if my prisoner was a ‘sergeant,’ do you?”

“No ma’am I – aaahhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Tasha tickles me for at least a whole minute before she stops. I’m really starting to get desperate now. This is crazy. She hasn’t even asked me for the codes yet! She hasn’t even mentioned them! But she’s still tormenting me! What is wrong with her?

“Let’s try again,” she says. “What is your name?”

“Lori… Lori Parker!” I burst out.

I don’t know how much more punishment I can take.

“See… that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Tasha says sarcastically.

Tasha turns around and pulls something out of the cabinet behind her.

“Now for your reward.”

A buzz fills the silence. I jump in fright as I feel something press against my tummy.

Its a vibrator.

I feel the vibrator run down my skin and stop over my clit. Tasha teasingly rolls it all around my spot. I don’t care anymore who is watching me. I start to writhe and gasp under Tasha’s touch. I let out a loud moan as she starts to play with my nipples.

I feel so good, I wish this could last forever. But every good thing must come to an end. Tasha turns the vibrator off.

“Now, next question,” she says.

I gulp.

“What is your mother’s maiden name?”

I sigh in relief. Easy question.

“Jefferson!”

“Very good, honey.”

Tasha turns on the vibrator and hovers it just above my clit. She taunts me with it – sometimes lowering down just enough to brush up against my spot, before quickly raising it back up again. Sometimes she lowers the vibrator, but doesn’t let it touch at all. I arch my back, trying frantically to push my aching pussy into the vibrator, but each time I push up, Tasha pulls it back teasingly.

My face contorts in desperation, and Tasha cracks a smile. To my dismay she turns off the vibrator and puts it down.

“Next question,” Tasha says.

Uh oh.

“Who discovered the circulation of the blood?”

“I – I – I don’t know!” I protest.

“Looks like someone is getting punished!” Tasha sings into my ear, tracing her fingernail over my nipple.

“No please I don’t know, I really don’t know, please!” I beg.

Tasha digs her fingers into my ribs.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh oh God ahaaahhhhaaaa please! I – aaaaaaaahhhh!”

“What is going on here?” Capt. Williams asks Dr. Manyard.

“When the prisoner gives a truthful answer,” her arousal spikes – she is anticipating sexual stimulation,” the doctor explains. ” But when she tells a lie, her heart rate spikes out of fear of being punished.”

“But she didn’t tell a lie, she just didn’t know the answer,” Capt. Williams says, puzzled.

“Telling a lie and not knowing the answer produce the same result – punishment,” Dr. Manyard replies.

I’m gasping for breath by now. I want to please Tasha more than anything else in the world. My love for the touch of her fingertips is matched only by my fear of her nails.

“You’re fucking up, better get the next answer right,” she laughs.

My eyes widen in terror.

“What is your favorite color?”

“Uh… blue, blue!” I plead.

“Hmmmm, you sound uncertain,” Tasha says teasingly, dipping her finger into my belly button, making me break into hysterical giggles.

“It’s blue, I swear!” I cry.

“Alright, I guess I’ll let you have that one,” she says with mock resignation in her voice.

This is unbelievable. She hasn’t even asked me about the secret pin code yet. Does she even want it? What the hell is she doing to me? What’s the point? Does she not even care about the code? Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!

Tasha pours more oil over my chest and legs. Her fingers set to work on me, stroking up and down my body, trailing oil over my breasts. I feel her other hand brush over my swollen clit – I’m so horny I can’t even think straight. Tasha’s sensual touch and her punishing tickles have completely overloaded my senses.

“Please, ma’am… please let me come,” I beg.

“No, I can’t let you do that,” she says mockingly.

Tasha absent-mindedly traces circles around my nipples, as if her mind is on something else.

“What am I going to ask you next, I wonder…” she says out loud.

Tasha drums her fingers up and down my stomach, making me squirm helplessly.

“Hmmm… I can’t think of any more questions,” she says.

Her finger dips into my belly button, sending ticklish spasms up my spine.

“Maybe I’ll just keep punishing you until I think of something.”

My will to resist has been completely torn down. I fly into a panic. How can she do this? She hasn’t even asked about my code yet! Has she completely forgotten about it? What is wrong with her? How can she do this to me? I would give her the code right now if she asked!

Tasha skates her fingernails up and down my defenseless body, making me scream in ticklish agony.

“Please, ma’am!” I whine. “Please stop! I beg you, please!”

She shakes her head with a grin and tickles me even more.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh! Please ma’am, I’ll… I’ll give you the code, please!”

Tasha looks down on me.

“I don’t know…” she says. “I think you’ll just tell a lie.”

I let out a squeal as her fingers dip into my armpit.

“No please, I won’t lie!” I insist desperately. “Just check it and if it’s a lie you can do whatever you want to me!”

Tasha traces circles around my drenched pussy, sending agonizing jolts of ticklish pleasure spiking through my body.

“It’s 1994!” I scream hysterically. “1 – 9 – 9 – 4, it’s my birth year! I’m telling the truth, please!”

She suddenly stops touching my body, looking me in the eyes triumphantly.

“That sounds like the truth,” Tasha says.

Doctor Manyard opens my folder.

“Yup, that’s it, 1994,” the doctor says.

A technician turns the lights back on.

I realize what I’ve done. I feel utterly defeated. Tasha completely conquered me. She broke me so easily, that I surrendered to her without even being told to.

“One girl giggling and squirming like a slut doesn’t prove anything,” the colonel says, sounding unimpressed.

I start sobbing quietly. Tasha strokes my hair comfortingly.

“This has worked on every young female we’ve tried this on,” Dr. Manyard says. “We have different procedures, different control groups…”

“Well maybe if I see something more concrete, we would be interested,” the colonel interjects. “The department might even fund further development with you.”

“If you just come with me, I have video and notes from previous test subjects to show you,” the doctor says, motioning to the door.

The Army officers follow her out the room. I lay motionless on the table. A technician removes the sensor pads from my body. He reaches to untie me but Tasha stops him.

“Pack up and go home, I’m not through with her just yet,” she tells him.

The technicians finish putting away their equipment and leave. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sam leave with the nurse. Sam doesn’t say a word or even look at me, like I’m just a piece of meat not even worth talking to.

“You can turn the light back off,” Tasha says to the nurse. The nurse flicks the switch as she goes out the door, and the room goes dark again.

I’m alone in the room with Tasha.

I’m terrified of her, but at the same time, I feel excited too. Thinking about what she is going to do to me makes me even hornier.

Tasha’s hands trace up and down my legs – I moan with every glancing touch to my sexual buildup. Each touch is immediately followed by Tasha sadistically tickling my inner thigh, making me squeal in shock. It’s pure sexual pleasure mixed with pure sexual agony.

“So Lori… why did you leave me out to dry that night?” she asks casually.

I freeze. I know the night she means. I feel shame. A shame even deeper than the shame I felt when the nurse made me strip naked. A deeper than the shame I felt when Dr. Manyard forced me to orgasm. It’s a shame deeper than even the shame of surrendering the code so quickly and easily.

The shame of betrayal.

It was six months before I got promoted. Me and Tasha were both new soldiers in the unit, and got alo+immediately.

One Friday night we went out at a local bar. I’m too young to drink – even if I was old enough, alcohol was never interesting to me. Tasha on the other hand got completely wasted. I finally got fed up with her drunken bullshit and left early. In the back of my mind I knew that was wrong with me. I should have stayed with her. I should have made sure she got home safe – even if it meant just calling a taxi. But when I got back to the barracks I banished the doubt from my head and went to sleep. I didn’t see her again for the rest of the weekend.

Monday morning I found out Tasha had been arrested for driving drunk.

I felt guilty, and I wanted to tell Tasha I was sorry for leaving her. But I never had the nerve to talk to her about it. She always held it against me, and always went out of her way to be rude to me. Her anger only got worse when I was promoted and became her squad leader. She is older than me and in the Army for two years longer than me, I guess she always felt like I didn’t deserve to be promoted before her. But I somehow convinced myself I had no share of the blame for her DUI, and she was entirely at fault. Either way, or friendship was destroyed.

“Well?” Tasha asks, her voice growing angry with me.

“I… I… I thought you were okay,” I stammer. “I just needed to get home…”

“Liar!” Tasha snarls at me.

Her soft strokes across my body stop, and Tasha unleashes her fingernails on me – tickling me even more ruthlessly than before.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhh oh God aaahhhhhhh! I squeal hysterically, completely helpless against Tasha’s torment.

She finally stops, and glares at me with total contempt in her eyes.

“You lying bitch,” she growls. “Try again!”

“I’m… I’m sorry…” I break down into tears. “I shouldn’t have left you there.”

“You don’t leave your buddy behind,” Tasha says solemnly.

“F-forgive me!” I sob.

“No… you can’t be forgiven… ever,” she says.

My guilt is overwhelming – more overwhelming than my humiliation – even more overwhelming than my arousal. I feel the need to tell her everything. I have to pour my soul out to her.

“I… I… I switched with you to get this assignment,” I confess tearfully. “I was trying to screw you over. I hated you, but it was all just because I felt guilty about what I did…”

My captor puts her finger over my lips.

“Shhhh… I know,” Tasha smiles. “I tricked you. I manipulated you. I knew exactly how you would react. I knew you would take this assignment without really even knowing what it is. I knew you would trap yourself.”

I lay still, trembling.

“I knew once I had you here you would surrender to me,” she says.

She touches me on the cheek.

“Now you are my prisoner.”

Tasha rubs more oil into her hands and starts massaging my chest again. She draws circles over my breasts, deliberately avoiding my nipples – every once in a while she’ll suddenly flick one of the hardened buds, making me gasp. She doesn’t just touch my nipples – she holds back, teasing me until I desperately want her to touch them.

“So you’ve never had sex before?” Tasha asks me.

I shake my head.

“You never told me… were you afraid I would make fun of you?” she asks sweetly.

I nod.

“Why did you never have sex?” Tasha asks.

“I… I don’t know,” I’m lying, but maybe I’m just frightened of the truth.

“Were you scared of what it might feel like?”

“Yes,” that’s the truth.

I don’t respond. I just look into her eyes. I never realized how pretty Tasha is until today. I could be lost in those wonderful blue eyes forever.

“It’s okay,” she tells me. “You’re a very submissive girl – I knew that from the first moment I met you. You don’t like making decisions on your own. You just need someone to guide you and teach you. Someone to take control of you sexually. Someone for you to obey.”

I realize she’s right. Maybe that’s what I’ve been missing this whole time. There’s always been this feeling in the back of my mind, subconscious almost. This feeling of uncertainty. How wonderful it would be for someone to take control. Someone who could lead, and I could follow.

“Have you masturbated at least?”

I take a moment to answer.

“No, ma’am.”

Tasha smiles down at me.

“Earlier, when Dr. Manyard was with you… was that your first orgasm?” she asks me.

“Y-yes, ma’am” I whisper.

“I’m sorry,” Tasha says sympathetically. “If I had known, we would have made it special.”

“Did you like it?” she says.

“Yes, ma’am. It was wonderful.”

Tasha’s finger pushes down on my clit. I feel more aroused than ever before – even when Dr. Manyard was using me.

“Don’t worry,” she says. “This orgasm will be special.”

“Oh…” I murmur, feeling her hand brush up and down my dripping pussy lips.

She leans down and whispers into my ear.

“I’m going to break your hymen.”

My eyes widen.

“No ma’am, please…” I whimper in horror.

“It’s okay, Lori,” she says, tenderly brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. “I’ll be very gentle, it won’t hurt.”

Tasha turns the vibrator on, and skates it down my belly. I squeal as the buzzing toy rolls over my clit. She gently parts my pussy lips and slips the vibrator in a little, all the while massaging my clit. My wrists writhe in their cuffs – my need for sexual relief is mind-numbing. I want to come more than ever before.

She bends over and takes my nipple in her mouth – licking and sucking it. I feel her teeth start to nibble the swollen bud, it takes me by surprise and I lash out helplessly against my cuffs.

I feel like I’m going to come any moment now.

With a stab of pain, the vibrator suddenly glides deep into my pussy.

“It hurts!” I cry. “Please stop…”

“Ssshhh,” she assures me. “It’s all over now.

She’s right. The pain subsides, washed away by my overwhelming sexual buildup.

“I just took your virginity,” she whispers, slipping the vibrator in and out of my hot, dripping pussy.

“Oh God… oh God… Oh my God!” I squeal, my whole body convulsing from the impossible desire flaring up from my core.

I’m right on the edge, Tasha is teasing me sadistically, but won’t let me go over the edge. No one else in the world matters to me right now. Just her. I want more than anything to please her.

“Ma’am… I want to be your slave,” I whisper.

“What’s that dear?” she asks, taking a break from sucking my nipple.

“Please – make me your slave,” I gasp.

“Really?” she says, sounding amused.

“I want you to own me, I want to be your slave,” I beg. “I want to obey you.”

“You’re already my slave, I already own you,” she says. “And you will obey me, or I’ll punish you.”

Tasha kisses me. I open my mouth and surrender to hers – I feel her tongue push past mine, completely conquering me.

The kiss seems to last forever – I wish it would. But Tasha releases my lips and sits back up.

I want to beg her to let me come.

But I’m her slave – she’ll let me come when she wants to.

Tasha gets down from her stool and kneels down between my legs. I feel her mouth press against my pussy – her tongue and lips licking and sucking me – finally pushing me over the edge. I arch my back and scream at the top of my lungs as the huge orgasm hits me – an orgasm unlike any other. An orgasm only experienced by a slave like me, made possible only by total submission to my owner.

As I gasp for air Tasha swoops over and kisses me again. She breaks away and I look up at her. I love her. I would do anything for her. I would die for her.

Tasha unties me from the table.

“Get up,” she commands me.

My wrists and ankles are sore from pulling at the restraints. As I sit up I get light-headed. My nipples and pussy are still tingling from my first sexual experience. My owner walks over to the sink and fills a cup of water. She pulls a bottle of pills from the overhead cabinet and pours a couple into her hand. I recognize them – they’re the aphrodisiac the nurse force-fed me earlier.

“Come here,” Tasha says sternly, pointing at her feet.

I approach her with my head bowed, and instinctively get down on my knees.

Tasha owner takes me by the chin and tilts my head up, looking me over.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” she orders me.

She puts the pills on my tongue and brings the cup to my lips, watching me swallow.

“Ow!” Tasha slaps me across the cheek.

“Get dressed, go home, and tomorrow pick me up from the barracks at 9 AM,” she says.

“Yes ma’am,” I scramble to my clothes and get dressed.

Tasha looks at her watch impatiently.

“Why are you still here?” she demands.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I’m going as fast as I can.”

“Hurry up bitch!”

“Y-yes ma’am, I’m sorry ma’am,” I stammer.

I’m still only have my panties and trousers on. I slam on my boots and yank my t-shirt over my head, stuffing my bra in my cargo pocket. Too scared to look back at Tasha I pull my jacket over my shoulders as I rush out the door into the hallway.

My mind is in a whirlwind as I drive back to my apartment. I can’t even begin to wrap my head around what just happened.

Tasha didn’t just make me her slave. I begged to be her slave.

It looks like the pills are working their magic on me again. The same aching wetness between my thighs is back, and already soaked through my panties.

I feel dirty. I feel like a whore.

My trip home comes to a standstill as I hit Saturday night traffic. It’s taking me forever to get back to my apartment. I shift around uncomfortably in my seat – the massive need for relief is already starting to drive me wild. Jesus, how am I this horny already?

Fuck, my car is at a standstill. Jesus fuck.

I open my legs and run my hand over the building ache. God, I’m so turned on, I need to come again!

After what seems like an eternity I finally make it back to my apartment building.

The second I get into my apartment I tear off my clothes and go into the shower. Trying to forget the building pressure in my core, I lather myself down with soap. I can wash away the dried oil and my sweat and cum, but I can’t wash away the guilt. And I certainly can’t bring my virginity back. As I rinse off the soap I find a small dribble of blood running down my leg – a reminder of Tasha taking my sexual innocence.

I start thinking about the way Tasha made me moan as she stroked my skin. I think about the way she made me squeal as she tickled me. My hand wanders over my breast – I try to play with my nipple the same way Tasha did. It’s not quite the same, but still wonderful. My other hand slips down between my legs. Before I know it, my fingers are brushing up over my hot, aching lips.

For the first time in my life, I begin to masturbate.

Bracing my back against the frigid tiles of the shower wall, I put both hands over my pussy. I finger myself and rub my clit. The steamy water pouring down my chest and between my legs makes me even more aroused. I fantasize about Tasha. I fantasize about her sexually dominating me. I fantasize about being her obedient slave.

It only takes a few seconds for me to have a powerful orgasm.

My knees buckle and I almost collapse to the floor.

After my shower I dry off and throw on a tank top and pajama bottoms. I wonder about how quickly I made myself come. I’ve heard about girls complaining about not being able to have an orgasm. Is it really normal for me to be able to give myself one almost immediately? Is it those pills doing this to me?

Completely exhausted from my mind-numbing experiences today, I lay down in bed and try to go to sleep.

There’s already a warm dampness growing under my panties.

I’m horny again.

Are you fucking shitting me?

It takes a long time for me to force myself to sleep. As I fade into unconsciousness I dream of Tasha tormenting my defenseless, naked body. It’s like she controls me even in my sleep.

What is she going to do to me tomorrow?