Olga put on her white lab coat, adjusting her white mini skirt underneath. It had gotten pulled up over her hips as her new junior science tech, Petrova, had been down on her knees lapping and tongue spearing Olga’s drenched cunt.
The two women now stood there smiling at each other as their commanding boss, Doctor Semenov, also stood there smirking at them.
“You two fully done all your research testing on this subject over here?” he asked thumbing over his shoulder at the sweat laden naked female body suspended and swaying by its bloody cuffed wrists.
The nameless woman, identified only by large numbers branded into her ass, tried to moan something out through the large leather gag plastered over the body half of her face as her head rocked back and forth
Olga nodded, “Yes Doctor, it seems the compact new anal pain inducer has worked as the engineering techs had promised. We have one shoved a good 20 cm up in subject 162’s ass and it performed admirably.
Dr. Semenov then asked, “So how is the study coming on thew new breaker box design you developed? I have some client’s wishing to purchase them as soon as you have completed your testing.”
Olga’s face lit up with excitement. She had only been a junior test technician at the Institute for the last year. An assistant to the more senior technicians and scientists. But after suggesting an improvement to a design for a device that would truly and quickly break a subject’s will, she had jumped up the corporate ladder.
Olga had now become a full-on senior test technician, with even her own assistant to help her. A young eager woman whose job was to assist Olga and of course perform other duties that Olga herself had once performed, like the tongue lapping of some senior staff’s wet pussy or swallowing of some hard upper management cock.
It had been a pussy lapping that Olga had immensely just enjoyed as she thumbed the remote that triggered the horrific electric shocks up inside subject 162’s bowels.
The subject’s gagged wails and howls, plus her suspended flailing and trashing about as Petrova tongue fucked Olga’s dripping pussy, had sent her into one of her most enjoyable at work orgasms.
“Yes, Sir…I believe testing has been a success. Would you like to see subject we have currently wearing the device…and how it performs?”
Dr, Semenov nodded at the two women, “I would love to, seeing how I haven’t actually had the chance yet. But I have heard great things….Please lead the way.” He offered.
Of course, his offer to follow was not because he was a gentleman. But because both women wore white lab coats that ended just inches above the hem of their Institute issued, white miniskirts. Skirts that barely covered their nicely toned asses.
A pair of almost matching asses that would saunter wonderfully in front of him as their four-inch heels clicked along the marble floors ahead of him. A sight guaranteed to make his cock good and hard.
A rigidness and arousal that he could easily relieve with force on any of the test subjects he would see that day…Or maybe he would even order Olga’s new assistant to her knees, like Olga enthusiastically used to do for him. ‘After all she was one extremely horny girl’, he thought to himself.
The trio finally came to a steel door marked with a temporary sign. The sign read ‘Breaker Box Test #13…Test subject #157’
Olga put her master key in the lock and turned it with a smile. The door swung open and inside the blackness of the small cell, the trio could hear a wet tinkling noise.
“Oh my…I think we arrived just as it’s pissing itself. How disgusting.” Olga said, making a face that showed her disgust. Then she asked, “Petrova, please get the lights.”
Petrova scurried in and flicked on a bright overhead light. Their boss entered the room to study what he saw and he chuckled.
“That’s a fat one you acquired for this study, Olga. And I must say it does not appear to know we are even here.”
Olga nodded, “Yes, we needed a large one for this experiment since feeding the subject was not in the plans for this round of testing. In these first three days that it has been fully encased in the box, we have noticed some weight loss, but not substantial yet, like what happened to test box #12.”
“Though we have made sure to water this one, right ma’am. In fact, Sir, we put in a tiny hole to fill the box up with liquid, if required, unlike Box #12.” A keen and eager Petrova added as she stood there hugging a clip board.
The young assistant was licking her lips and staring with wide open eyes at the large female form suddenly moving itself up off the floor and on to all fours.
All three lab coated Institute staff found themselves watching with curiosity as the woman on the floor began to scratch and claw at the box sealing up its head.
Her fingernails looked worn down and even a couple were bleeding as her futile clawing continued at the wood and the well screwed in steel plates.
Inside the box, sweating and still terrified, the nameless woman was once again going through one of her fits of panic. She had just pissed herself as she lay there, the heavy box resting on the floor. Resting on a floor in a place she had no idea what it looked like or where it was.
She only knew she was being held captive, naked, shackled at her wrists and ankles and deprived of most of her most important senses. Intermittently tortured and abused by some seriously sadistic people for some, unknown to her, sick reason.
She could only crawl around the piss dampened floor. She was not allowed to ever stand up, though the weight of the box bolted around her head had made attempting to stand a deeply uncomfortable endeavor as did the fact the soles of one of her feet and been savagely shredded with a cane.
In the blackness she began to scream again as she tried to claw at the steel plates holding the sections of thick soundproof and light proof wood that enclosed her head. The completeness of being cut off from the world so cruelly like this, made her begin to panic a number of times an hour.
She was so panicked and clawing so desperately again, that she didn’t even care about her nakedness or think about the thick steel belt locked around her waist and the other steel strap that ran between her legs and covered her sex.
She was only thinking about somehow clawing the stifling box off her head…until she wasn’t.
Her desperate clawing and scratching halted because inside the box she was howling and screaming. Her bloody fingernailed hands were slapping at the floor as the most intense shocking pain flooded her steel covered sex.
“The subject has been doing this for days now, trying to remove the box by hand. But as you can see it has only managed to scuff up the wood. We even saw the subject try and smash the box against the wall, but that’s when I added this!”
Olga said with a delight filled giggle as she picked up a simple grey remote control from the floor.
She pressed the red button on it and was rewarded with the head boxed woman in front of them suddenly collapsing and thrashing her limbs about.
The box headed creature in front of them was no longer clawing at the box, but instead the woman’s hands were grabbing at the steel band that encased her crotch as her shackled ankles skittered around on the floor.
“I modified a high-powered shock unit from our standard shock collars.” Olga said proudly.
“There are two, one centimeter long steel pins stuck into its cunt that deliver a highly painful electric shock every time I simply do this.”
Olga thumbed the small remote again and the trio watching was rewarded with another live display of limb thrashing and proof that the unnamed woman in front of them was suffering through some truly intense pain in her sex.
When Olga finally let her thumb off the remote, she turned and smiled at her assistant.
“Petrova, can I have the radio please.”
The young assistant handed over to Olga a small device that looked like a child’s walkie talkie toy. Which it actually was, but modified for a wholly new, unchildlike purpose.
“As you can see Dr. Semenov, there is a small antenna on the box, and I have wired in speakers so that the subject can be spoken too. It’s all one way of course. The subject still has no way to communicate with the outside world except through its body language.”
Olga triggered the tiny radio and spoke into the device.
“Test subject 157, your overlords are here. As you probably have figured out!” Olga could not help giggling into the radio at this point.
“And do you want us to buzz your fat cunt again? Or are you going to show us the respect and subjugation that is demanded from a worthless test subject… like you.”
Dr. Semenov watched with a growing look of approval on his face as the woman at his feet shook the box from side to side, signaling she wished not to be shocked anymore.
The woman took a position on the floor on her hands and knees and then lowered her arms so that she rested on her elbows and the breaker head box lay flat on the floor.
“We weren’t impressed with you trying to claw off the box, subject 157. Are you going to try that again? Or do you need some more inventive painful incentive to stop this bad behavior?” Olga asked into the radio.
The head sealing box made a scratching noise on the hard concrete as it shifted from side to side just a fraction of an inch. The thick body of tormented woman was visibly trembling as all three scientists circled around it.
Then with a laugh, Olga said into the radio, “Now shake your fat ass, test subject. Shake it and circle it so our very important boss can see how well this device breaks the deserving women who will wear it.”
And at their feet the woman’s large naked buttocks began to rise up and down and then circle around. Her degrading ass gyrations going on and on and until Olga spoke again into the radio.
“Now up on your knees. And yes, you are being allowed this one chance to get up out of your mandatory animal stance.”
In the pitch black of the box, as the humor filled voice of Olga came through the speaker, the woman inside screamed. She cried and begged out loud, even as she performed her demeaning ass wiggling.
When she was told to get on her knees, she did so without hesitation. Though she had to hold the box with both hands as she clumsily up righted herself and she tried to sit back on her heels.
There was no sound inside the box but her own snotty sobbing. And all she could do was wait and hold the heavy box on her shoulders as she waited for more sick instructions from these sadistic people she couldn’t see, but who now with the utmost of depravity, controlled her every second of existence.
Then she shuddered as she felt a large hand grasp her left breast. It was a male hand she could tell, especially when its large thumb began to roll and rub over her nipple. A nipple still throbbing from having felt some sort of whip or cane in the first day she had found herself boxed up.
The fingers of the hand were strong and digging into her soft breast flesh as it lifted the breast up. When the hand finally pulled away, she felt a tiny bit of relief. But then shock and pain flooded back as that same hand slapped hard down on both of her tits.
Dr. Semenov raised up his hand and brought it down hard, one more time, on the boxed woman’s right breast. Then he begn to undo the fly of his lab trousers, telling the two female scientists watching,
“Tell the box headed fat cunt that I want a hand job…Tell it to find my dick.” he chuckled as he moved away out into the center of the cell.
Olga spoke enthusiastically into the small radio and said exactly that, but with some even more zesty language .
“Listen up, you ugly box headed fat old cunt…Our Boss, the man who will decide your fate, needs his cock taken care of…And since you have a box over your head and he can’t stick his proud dick into your ugly mouth…or into your steel sealed up cunt…He will need you to fist him and jack him off…Got it?”
The box on the kneeling woman’s shoulders nodded. The trio watched with some laughter as the woman’s shackled hands reached out into the air to grasp at nothing.
They laughed even harder when the woman’s hands began to feel around in the air, looking to grasp an erect cock that was nowhere near her. The woman even dropped to all fours and began to furiously feel around the floor as if searching for Dr. Semenov’s feet.
Olga spoke into the radio and let her test subject know, “That’s the idea, crawl around and find his feet and when you do...make sure you find his important dick and grip and then pump it with the satisfaction he demands!”
Olga and Petrova were both giggling loudly as the box headed woman attempted to crawl around the cell floor. She moved through her own earlier made piss puddles.
She knocked into some of the torturous devices laying around the cell floor. Dildos and a cane blocked her way. One dildo in particular as he hand landed on it, made her stop and her whole body noticeably shudder.
“Oh yes, that dildo I had Petrova sodomizing its asshole with when we first boxed it in. We used it extensively for the first day or so, until we decided to permanently plug its ass up with an out of date old electrode plug. One we might eventually wire into its pussy shock unit, right Petrova?”
The lip licking young assistant nodded her head as she watched her test subject’s hand rest on the head of the nasty looking dildo. It made the woman’s search stall for seconds. Seconds that had Olga barking into the radio.
“Move it along subject 157, or we will free up your ugly asshole and then fuck the shit out of it! Understand?”
There was a subtle nod, and bump of the box against the floor. Then the plump woman at their feet began to crawl onward again. Her wrist and ankle chains making metallic scratching noises as she began to furiously search the floor.
Inside the box the woman was panicking again. Crying profusely as she tried to move her hands faster and scurry her knees faster through the damp cement.
She desperately wanted to find this man’s shoes and then claw her hands up his pant legs to grasp his dick. She knew it was imperative to find this cock and pump it with her hands, sight unseen, so she would not face the wrath some more seriously painful anal violations.
And when her hand landed on what she knew to be a man’s expensive leather dress shoe, she groaned out a sigh of relief inside the pitch black box. A groan that became whimpers as she slowly mover her hands out the unseen man’s trouser leg.
She gulped in the blackness as her hand moved over his upper thigh and then bumped into his erect penis. She slowly moved her hand underneath its bobbing length, feeling his pubic hair and then even his balls that had been set free of his trousers.
Should she just stroke this man’s jutting dick with one hand or both? She had no idea what they expected and no way to ask the disturbing question. So shuffling a little more forward on her knees, she let go off the box, hoping it would balance on her shoulders.
Then she grasped his surprisingly thick member and she begn to pump both her hands up and down its length. Pumping and stroking and praying that she was doing it correctly.
Dr. Semenov had his hands on his hips and was groaning in pleasure. The faceless captive woman’s hands were performing extremely well, even if they were cuffed in thick rings of steel and connected by just a foot of unbreakable chain.
His delight at how well this woman could jerk a dick off was evident when he groaned out,
“Damn, I need one of this permanently in my office…Parked on her knees, right beside the one I have with that permanent ring gag drilled through her cheeks.”
The woman’s hands stroked and even put in a slight twist of his dick that had him rolling his eyes back. Then seconds later he came, his hands no longer on his hips but on the box which he shook and then slapped.
Inside the box her head shook. Her neck hurt as the box jerked about. The noise of the pounding on the box was loud inside, and she knew it meant one thing. He had climaxed.
Plus, she could feel his cum in her hand as she pumped over the full length of his rigid dick, from base to tip. And then she felt some of those ejections of male spirit hit her jiggling tits and stomach rolls.
Btu she didn’t stop pumping or stroking his dick. Full of fear, she knew not to stop until signed too. And that signal happened when she felt a searing pain her ass.
Her hands flew off the unseen man’s dick ,and she toppled over to the floor, screaming inside her tiny lightless and stifling prison.
Petrova swung the cane and snapped it across the woman’s large ass for a fifth brutal time. The new cane marks welting up on the woman’s brutalized ass were some of the worst yet and blood trickled from two of them.
“And that’s the best way you get it stop.” Giggled Petrova as she looked a Dr. Semenov’s wilting and semen dripping cock.
Olga looked at the imposing and smirking doctor, who gave her a quick nod.
“Petrova, please attend to cleaning up the good doctor’s male appendage. He prefers lips and tongue over cloth or paper.”
“Yes ma’am.” Acknowledged the young assistant who without hesitation dropped to her knees in front of her two superiors, set aside her clipboard, and second later she began to lick and suck on Dr. Semenov’s semen dripping dick.
Oblivious to the lab coated young woman currently licking his dick clean, Dr. Semenov turned to Olga and then asked for her recommendations on the project.
“So how much longer do you want to run this study on test subject 157? It seems like you are having much success only three days in, with controlling its behavior?”
Olga walked closer over to the woman who had now assumed the expected position of being on all fours. Her cane maimed ass stuck up in the air and the head box bobbing off the woman’s shoulders.
“Oh, I would like to keep this study going for at least another week or two…And then maybe we transfer for it over to my ongoing anal project. With the ample body mass of this subject, I think we can keep its usefulness ongoing for many months…before we retire it.”
“Or we could introduce in your other idea, ma’am?” asked a kneeling Petrova, looking rather keen and proud up at her immediate boss, Olga.
She licked her lips and swallowed the tiny amount of cum that she had licked off the doctor’s dick. Her small hands were now working carefully to put Dr. Semenov’s perfectly cleaned off cock back in his trousers.
“What idea is that?” asked an inquisitive looking Dr. Semenov as he generously helped Petrova back up off the floor and onto her four inch heels.
“Well Sir, I had this idea.” Started Olga before an excited Petrova interjected, “ And it’s a great idea Sir!”
Both her senior co-workers smirked at each other over her exuberance. An excitement that then spilled across Dr. Semenov’s face as he heard Olga’s idea.
“Quite simple, but I would like to run Breaker Box study #14. And include in the box a small video screen. A screen that can be turned off and on, as we please, and then allow us to show the subject inside…what tools we will use... and the parts of its body we will use them on!”
Visibly excited now as she witnessed how interested Dr. Semenov was becoming, Olga raced on.
“Plus, we can stream in vivid live closeups of the physical punishments we deliver. I am curious to see the physical reaction of a boxed subject, say…as its clit gets needled or even snipped? Or as we approach it with fully heated blow torches and branding irons. What will be the difference in its behavior if we control what it sees coming…Or give it flashes of such real time images?”
Dr. Semenov clapped his hands and then said Olga’s favorite words.
“A grand idea, Olga, Excellent, excellent work. Put in a requisition for the required equipment and if you want a new subject for the study, definitely put in a requisition with subject acquisitions…They are about to run a new round of covert acquisitions, since we are very low on stock.”
He rubbed his chin and then with one step and swift kick of his fine Italian leather dress shoe, the point of which then smacked into the boxed woman’s dangling right tit, he offered,
“Or as Petrova suggested, keep using this fat one…It would definitely be beneficial to the company to re-use it in another study, seeing how low we are currently on subject stock. As you said, it’s ample mass should make sure it lasts for quite a while…and quiet a few test studies. Months and maybe a year even.”
It was then Olga noticed the box headed woman thrashing about and trying to crawl into the corner. Her cuffed hands were now clawing at the wall as if trying to find a way out.
Curious, Olga looked down at her hand and the little radio she held. The radio’s speak button was pressed in and stuck. The long and lurid conversation the trio had been having, of course broadcast to the heavily panicking woman trapped inside the box.
Olga threw her head back and laughed, as so did each of her coworkers in turn. Her last broadcast statement into the box being,
“Petrova, please fill out the requisitions for the video equipment and then next week when they okay the equipment, please take this subject down to development and engineering…We’ll use this ample one to start on new Breaker Box Study, Number Fourteen!”
