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  He smiled and tapped on the screen.

  “There was a section of the quizzes which did not transmit over. I’d like to ask you some question now from that section.”

  I nodded and sat back in my chair.

  “I need to you to answer the following questions with the first thing which comes to your mind. Your answers fall into the agrees, neutral, and disagrees. We’ll do this in rapid fire form. Are you ready, Lexus?”

  “Yes.”

  “I enjoy being dominated, especially during sex.”

  “Agree,” I said and tried not to think about the warmth creeping along my skin.

  “I like receiving pain.”

  “Neutral.”

  “I want my partner to serve me as I am a superior.”

  “Disagree.”

  “Being sexually submissive in one moment and sexually dominant another time is a turn-on.”

  “Neutral.”

  “I’m willing to try anything once, even if I don’t think I’ll like it.”

  “Agree.”

  “I like the idea of being art or performing for others.”

  “Agree.”

  “I would like to have sex with multiple people at the same time.”

  “Neutral.”

  “There’s no reason why sex would have to happen only in private spaces. It should be shared with the world.”

  “Agreed… Wait… I…”

  “In an ideal relationship, I should have no limits. My life should belong to my partner, and they should decide what’s good for me.”

  “Agreed… No… disagree.”

  My breath came in labored inhales as I tried to think through the questions and answer them. The more my mind pondered the possibilities of his words, the more I was lost in thought, and answers came out before I was ready.

  “I want to be tied up and suspended in ropes.”

  “Agree... neutral… I don’t know.”

  “I like the race of fear right before a performance. It is arousing to me when I am told what to do and I perform it flawlessly.”

  “Agreed.”

  “The praise of my dominant partner thrills me, and I work hard to earn it.”

  “Agreed.”

  “I desire to be totally helpless and at my partner’s disposal, unable to physically resist what is done to me.”

  “Agreed,” I said and shifted in my seat.

  “Excellent job, Lexus. You are in the green group. This means you are available for three months should the experiment need to be extended or expanded?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said without thought.

  “Excellent. Can you hand me the paperwork you did not fill out?” Dr. McNally said and held out his hand.

  I rubbed my palms together and ran them down my jeans before picking up the package. Taking a deep breath to calm my shaking hands, I handed the empty pages to him.

  “Lexus, you have thirty minutes to clear everything for the next two weeks. Welcome to the experiment,” he said with a smile and stood, then walked to the door, and left.

  For a long moment, I stared dumbfounded after him.

  “What the hell was that?” I wondered aloud.

  Chapter Five

  I spent thirty minutes texting friends, telling them I was going off the grid to get my head on straight, and putting a temporary freeze on my accounts.

  It was odd not knowing what was about to happen, but the thrill of it set my entire being ablaze. Next to the thrill of performing to a packed house, this was a very close second. The door opened, and the attendant walked into the room.

  “Congratulations, Miss Davenport. If you will follow me, I’ll show you to your lodgings,” he said and turned with a precise pivot. “For the next two weeks, you will be confined to your room unless otherwise directed. It is important for the integrity of the experiment that you follow all tasks, requests, and instructions. Failure to do so may result in termination from the experiment which requires forfeiture of any funds,” he said as we moved through the hallway. “Ah, here we are, two six eight.”

  The number marked the door in beautiful calligraphy. He passed his keycard over the reader, and the door lock clicked.

  “You’ll find your uniforms in the closet. The en suite is through the double doors over there. Instructions will come via audio, video, and written. They may appear at any time. This room is under surveillance, obviously, for the purpose of this experiment. At any time, if you choose to stop your participation, all you need to do is push the red button on the wall. Everything will stop immediately, and you’ll be released within two hours of such a decision. Do you have questions?”

  I shook my head as I took in my surroundings.

  “Then I will leave you to get acquainted with your new home,” he said and left the room.

  The room was the size of a small apartment. Beside me was a small row of shoji screens which hid the makeshift bedroom while the wall opposite was a full wall LED panel.

  Right then it was showing a scene of a garden. Around me, the sounds of birds chirping and bees buzzing immersed me into the scene. The realism of the plants and animals blowing in the breeze mesmerized me. The warm air moved across my skin, and I reveled in it, then scowled as I realized there was no way I could feel a breeze because it was only a picture.

  Across the room was a small sitting area with a writing desk in one corner. A large screen television was set into the wall across from the couch. Right outside the entrance to the bathroom was a small wet bar with a refrigerator and sink.

  With tentative steps, I opened the door to the bathroom. Its unexpected size struck me as extravagant. The large shower could fit at least three adults while the soaking tub was large enough to languidly stretch in for hours. The aches in my body longed for a soak, but I refused to give in to it.

  Opening several drawers revealed every amenity one could want in a luxury prison. The outcome would be worth it, I reminded myself.

  My mind wandered to the rapid-fire questions Dr. McNally had asked, and even now my body hummed with the hint of arousal at the thoughts.

  “Good evening, two six eight,” a voice filled the room. “I hope everything is to your liking and you deem the accommodations as comfortable.”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  “It’s time to say goodbye to your life and enter the experiment. You will follow every command without question, do every task, and conform to all instructions. Do you agree to these terms, two six eight?”

  “Yes?” I replied, unsure of exactly what I was agreeing to do.

  “Good. Now strip. Place all of your belongings, including your phone and identification, into the lock box on the table. This is your first command. You have only two choices, obey or quit.”

  Chapter Six

  A timer appeared on the large monitor screen in the seating area. With each second of my delay, the time counted down another number. When there were one hundred and sixty left, my brain screamed for my body to move. I walked to the large box on the table and opened it, then placed my bag inside.

  My fingers trembled on the buttons as they moved down my shirt, but the countdown was unrelenting. The time hit one hundred by the time I’d removed my shirt and bra. My breath came in hyperventilating pants, but I forced myself to breathe in deeper breaths.

  “This is a performance. You’ll do brilliantly,” I whispered to myself as I sat down on the couch and removed the support splint from my ankle.

  I shimmied my hips and worked my jeans, along with my panties, down to my ankles. The timer started an audible click when it hit sixty seconds, and I rushed to remove the rest of my clothes. With only seconds to spare, I folded them and put them into the box.

  “Please remove your watch and jewelry,” the voice reminded me in the last ten seconds.

  Pulling the strap on my watch, I tossed it on top of the pile. Then I worked the magnetic clasp of my necklace.

  “Your time has expired. Is everything in the box?”

  “Y
es. Except my cane and my ankle brace,” I replied and placed my hands over my crotch in an attempt to gain some modesty.

  “Very good. Please place both hands on the top of your thighs.”

  I winced at the command but refused to give in at the start of the experiment. There was nothing in life I quit. Even when things looked desperate, I always found a way out. This was my way out of the problems I faced in the outside world. If a pervert wanted to see my body while I lived in the lap of luxury, so be it.

  Straightening my posture, I leaned my cane close at hand and lay both hands on my thighs.

  “Very good. I am pleased you’ve chosen this path. In it, you will explore yourself in many ways. Take a moment to say goodbye to who you are now, for in two weeks, should you last that long, you will emerge someone different. This is what you are to sit and meditate on until you receive further instructions.”

  The timer disappeared from the monitor and the screen went black. Sounds of the garden returned with the slightest tinkle of a far-off fountain.

  I focused on my breath until each one was deep. My body relaxed in a natural state. The warmth of the room erased the focus of my nakedness as my mind turned to the concept of change.

  In front of me, all of my belongings sat in an open box. Nothing prevented me from removing any of them. Right under my clothes sat my phone and the communication to the outside world. When it was gone, all I would have left was a trust in the red button on the wall. Would they really release me if I wanted to stop? Especially in an experiment where the first command was to strip? The calmness I’d worked to obtain slipped as I stared at the box on the table. It was tantalizingly close. All I needed to do was lean forward, but the instructions were to meditate with my hands on my thighs.

  The dull ache in my ankle called to me, and I wished now I’d taken some pain medicine, or even the several strong drinks offered to me earlier. I wanted to curse the day my tendon had ruptured at the end of a performance, three steps from the end yet I’d pushed through the excruciating pain. Tears had filled my eyes as we took our bows. I wanted to scream, but there was no release for me. Surgery and infections filled the days that followed, and now I sat naked.

  My mind devoured my thoughts, and I shifted restlessly on the couch. Behind me, the door lock clicked. The box lid slammed shut and locked.

  A man with a black mask walked from behind me and picked up the box. There were noises around me, but I dared not move.

  “Two six eight, please stand and position yourself on the apparatus behind you,” came a female voice.

  Fear and curiosity warred as I pushed off the couch and steadied myself against the cane.

  Chapter Seven

  When I turned, there was an odd-looking bench positioned near the entrance. Two people were stationed on either side, and, like the one who removed the box, they wore black masks. It seemed the entire purpose was to remove the human element from both me and my attendants.

  “Since your leg is causing you problems, because of injury, I will inspect you on the bench rather than in the usual way.”

  “Inspect?” I blurted out.

  The person merely nodded and waved a hand toward the bench.

  “Your knees go on the lower platforms and your chest lies on the upper platform. As long as you comply, we will not bind you to the bench. If you do not comply, it will be noted, and we will bind you. If you want the actions to stop, which will remove you from the experiment, then you will say the word ‘red.’ Are these instructions clear?”

  I nodded, still focused on the word inspection, as I limped to the bench and placed my knee on the lower platform. As soon as it supported my injured leg, my cane was taken away. At each turn, once a choice was made, it cleared the path of further decisions. When I was positioned on the bench, after various words and commands to change directions until it satisfied them, all but one of the masked figures stepped back.

  “Subject two six eight appears to have a basic healthy appearance, if not a bit too thin. A recent injury on the left ankle is noted with a brace and the need of a cane. Compliance is generally acceptable, but hesitation is noted,” the woman said to the room as her hands ran across my skin.

  “Prepare her arm for a blood draw,” she commanded, and I cringed.

  A masked figure walked forward and tied a tourniquet around my arm without a word. Once satisfied, the needle sank into my skin with such effortless fluidity my fear had no time to form. They drew vial after vial of blood until I thought there would be none left in me. The clink of glass and hard press of gauze against my skin was the only signal of completion.

  “Mark those for a full work-up.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” the attendant replied, and I saw them bow slightly before they exited the room.

  “Gloves. Lube.”

  Everything in me wanted to push up off the bench and demand to know what she thought she would do with those, but I forced myself to settle and accept my situation.

  “Do you enjoy being helpless under such humiliating circumstances?”

  “No,” I replied while I tried to suppress the hint of arousal as it coursed through my body.

  “But you enjoy sex,” she said and pressed a probing finger into my pussy.

  My breath caught, and I lurched forward at the invasion.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Can you imagine how it would feel if people watched you as you lay upon this bench now? Fully exposed. A finger fucking your hot, wet pussy.”

  Every muscle in my body clenched at her words. I closed my eyes and willed her to hurry. Behind me, the squirt of lube sounded in the room. A second later, her finger pressed against the entrance to my ass.

  “No, please,” I pleaded.

  “No is not red. Do you mean to stop the experiment?” she asked as her finger stroked the pucker clenched in fear and deep humiliation.

  “No. I only beg you not to…”

  “Two choices. Stop the experiment or continue the inspection.”

  I gasped for air and nodded.

  “Continue.” The word hissed through my teeth.

  Her finger pressed past the guarding muscles and sank into my ass.

  Something between a moan and a groan escaped me as I tried to reconcile being filled in such a way. The finger in my pussy pressed against the one in my ass through the thin wall which separated them. Pleasure and confusion bloomed in their wake.

  “There are no outward injuries to either cavity opening,” she reported as her fingers pumped faster. “The subject has a basic enjoyment of penetration in both her vaginal and anal openings.”

  On the last word of her report, both fingers pulled from my body. My arousal was palpable, and I worked to keep my balance.

  “Kneel up.”

  I pushed from the bench and placed my weight on my knees while supporting my balance with my hands on the upper platform.

  “Hands behind your neck. Interlace your fingers.”

  With as much grace as the awkward position allowed, I did as she commanded.

  “Breasts are nicely shaped. Left breast is at least one size larger than the right one. Nipples are small with areoles the size of a quarter.”

  She pulled off her gloves and handed them over without looking. Seconds later, she snapped another pair in place.

  “Open your mouth. Eyes front, do not take them off the spot on the wall.”

  On cue, a white spot appeared on the wall in front of me, and I stared at it with my mouth open.

  “Give me a size one,” she said and forced something round into my mouth. “As wide as you can make it, two six eight. Failure to comply is not the path you want to take here.”

  I forced my mouth to open wider.

  “Give me a size five.”

  She forced a long, wide object between my lips. It stretched my jaw until it ached, but she pushed it further in until I gagged, then removed it quickly, along with her gloves.

  “Very good. Please return to the couch and
sit there until you hear the door close. On the table you’ll find a remote for your viewing pleasure, along with a tablet full of reading material. If you so choose, you may put on a uniform from your closet. Thank you for your cooperation,” she said and nodded.

  I worked my way off the bench. Once my good foot was on the floor, an attendant handed the cane back to me, and I made my way back to the couch. Everything in me buzzed with anxiety and arousal. What was I thinking? More importantly, what kind of experiment was this?

  Chapter Eight

  The door clicked behind me before I could take my place on the couch, so I moved to the closet in search of clothes. Inside were a variety of dresses in different lengths, as well as pants and shirts. My fingers moved across the fabrics, and I sighed at the softness.

  After staring at the beautiful wardrobe for a timeless moment, I picked a long, dark blue dress with a black belt. The long sleeves and length would help me feel covered, but the V-neck front and back were unavoidable.

  I gathered the dress up in my arms and opened the drawer below. An array of underwear sat in neat folds. With a focus on the bathtub in the other room, I pulled a matching dark blue set and hobbled toward my goal.

  When I arrived, I scowled at the tub. There were no obvious faucets to turn for the water. Looking at the shower, I noticed the same thing and let out an exasperated sigh.

  “Is there nothing in this place which is easy?” I screamed to the room.

  “Did you ask for help?” a voice replied, and I instantly covered myself.

  “Who the fuck are you?”