Natasha

Natasha was escorted to a chamber she'd never seen before. She was stripped naked except for her maid's cap and shackled to the table. The attending maids left, leaving her alone with a pink clad nurse. The nurse sat calmly, watching.

A door slid open in the ceiling above Natasha and a fiendish looking device was lowered. It had many arms with many attachments. The nurse slid some VR goggles over Natasha's eyes, surprising her into a scream. Natasha thrashed her head.

"What is this! What's happening!"

The goggles flickered to life, silencing her. It was the new girl, looking at her. Megan was dressed from head to toe in leather, clutching a riding crop.

"Fuck with ME will you?" Megan asked. She flicked the crop at Natasha, and to her surprise, it made contact. Unseen by her, it had been one of the many arms of the machine.

"I...I'm sorry" Natasha begged, unsure of how to react.

"Too late for that, bitch." the Megan Program responded, whipping her again.

"I'm gonna make you beg."

The machine, known as an Octo **** Unit, had been fitted with tickling attachments. It descended on Natasha's helpless body. It located her most sensitive areas with mechanical precision, tickling her relentlessly. The Megan Program taunted her all the while, occasionally whipping her or sucking on her clit, courtesy of the crop and suction attachments. Natasha sweated, squirmed, and thrashed. She suffered, pissed herself, and came countless times. All in all it was a long twelve hours.

When the tickling ceased, Natasha lay panting and barely conscious. Megan winked at her and gave her a small salute. "Let that be a lesson to you." Her smiling image went black.

"I'll get you..." Natasha whispered through gritted teeth.

The same nurse came over and removed the goggles. She was nearly as sweaty as Natasha. She'd been masturbating the whole time.