Chapter 4
by 
S-U-N-F-L-O-W-E-R
Where does jane wake up?
Lying on an exam table of sorts
Jane wakes, laying on an exam table you might see in a doctors office. She's still naked, with her feet in stirrups. They are locked into place, with her hands cuffed at her sides. A blood pressure cuff is around her arm, constantly checking her pulse.
A man in a full hazmat suit enters, the room, speaking in an affected tone due to breathing equipment.
"Hello. You have been chosen as a subject for crucial experiments, measuring your responses to varying stimuli. While you are here, you will be known as Becca, and your patient ID number is 25331. This is to remove you from your old life. Try to remain calm, we understand that this may be difficult. Behave well and you will be rewarded. Behave badly and you will be punished. Now, please keep quiet as best you can for your first experiment."
Jane was frozen with fear, unable to speak, cry out or even shake her head. For all intents and purposes, Jane was doll-like.
The man wheeled up a machine and lined it up directly with her exposed pussy. The machine consisted of a white box, a pole, and a large glass wand. The land looked to be almost ten inches thick, and made up of round glass beads that were narrowest at the tip, slowly getting wider as you went down.
Jane slowly realized what the want was for, and started screaming. The man simply said "Remember to be quiet, Becca," and let the room.
He sat himself in a booth with two other scientists. Both other scientists were wearing white coats, but had balaclavas on to hide their faces. Jane would never be able to tell who they were in real life.
One scientist pushed a button, and the machine whirred to life. The pole slowly extended to Jane, until the smallest glass bead was just at her entrance. It shifted slightly, and the ball burst in. It looked tiny, but felt huge, and she knew they would only get bigger.
"No, no, please stop! No! I don't want this!" she screamed, but it didn't matter. A second ball entered, and then a third, before the machine pulled out.
It paused for a moment, but not nearly long enough for Jane. It thrust back into her, all the way. She was completely filled and in so much pain. It pulled away, but without pause this time re-entered. Jane thrashed but found herself completely held by the horrific exam table, afraid, hurt and humiliated.
At least three people were watching her be fucked--her pussy and ass on display, nowhere to hide. There was no dignity, no way she could pretend to be anything other than what she had become: a sex ****. As the machine thrusts grew faster, harder, and stretched her further, Jane knew this was her life. She would be fucked over and over again in every way, and she hated it.
Eventually, the machine entered her again, but paused inside her. In an agonizingly slow fashion, the largest bead popped out. Then the second, and the third. She was **** to feel the full width of each one, until the tenth and last bead was removed.
The man in the hazmat suit came back, and placed a large metal collar around Janes neck.
He unclasped her hands and quickly cuffed them, finally freeing her legs.
"You didn't behave. We asked that you remain quiet for the experiment, and you failed to do so. We are going to have to punish you."