The Process begins

“Subject,” The deep voice took over again. “You will answer a series of questions. Falsehoods or delay will produce a punishment. The truth, spoken quickly, will deliver a reward. Do you understand?” When she agreed, he continued, “First question, is your name Katelyn Haynes?”

“Yes, Proctor.” She said. There was a small buzz in the device covering her pussy, which felt intoxicatingly pleasant. She could faintly hear the sounds of “Comfortably Numb” playing in the room, just as it was on her phone call, but she tried to tune it out to focus on the questions.

“Did you previously work for Deborah Stanley?”

“Yes, Proctor.”

“Were you previously enrolled at University?”

“Yes, Proctor.” This isn’t so bad, she thought as he slowly but thoroughly confirmed incredibly minute details of her life. Her first street address, her first traffic ticket, her first pet's name, etc. At the back of her mind, she wasn't sure if she should say all this, but the buzzing was making it easier and easier to just give the answer. But then the questions got harder and came faster.

“Did you post to the internet a nude picture of yourself masturbating with your roommate’s hair brush?”

Katelyn froze, they knew about that too? What more did the-”Aaaaah!” She yelped as they shocked her ass again. “Yes, Proctor!” She yelled out. The pain stopped, but so did the pleasurable buzzing. Before she could react, he continued at a rapid clip.

“Were you fired from Ms. Stanley’s employ because you were engaging in lewd conduct on company time?”

“Yes, Proctor!” She barely noticed that the buzzing had resumed, or that she was yelling to be heard over the song which was now blaring quite loud.

“Did you offer yourself sexually to a co-worker to escape termination?”

Katelyn remembered being bent over the desk and begging for that man to do anything but-”AHH!” Shocked again. “Yes! Yes, Proctor!”

“When your clothes and phone were taken this evening, did you consider offering yourself sexually to a stranger for a ride home?”

Katelyn couldn’t deny that, “Yes, Proctor!”

“Blue or Green?”

“What?- OWWWW!”

“London or Paris?”

“Uh… Paris, Proctor!” The buzzing thankfully resumed. What the hell was that question?

“Have you had sexual thoughts about women?”

“I… Uh, Yes, Proctor!” Her head was spinning so much from exhaustion, the sensations, and the music that she wasn’t even sure if she had those thoughts. But it sounded like the answer they wanted, and the buzzing confirmed that it was. Katelyn was panting and heaving at this point, closer to release than she’d ever been without receiving it. But she couldn’t quite crest the wave…

The other two proctors joined in, firing questions one after the other. Some were total nonsense to her, but her ass was zapped just the same if she was too slow. Katelyn barely answered one before another came.

“Have you had sex in a public place?”

“What is the capital of Texas?”

“How many times have you swallowed a man’s ejaculate?”

“What do you add to orange juice to make a Screwdriver?”

Then they began to ask multiple questions at the same time, forcing her to fight through the haze and try to answer both. “Blonde or brunette?” “What was your favorite subject in high school?” “What is the fastest you have brought yourself to orgasm?” “Have you run a half-marathon?” "What is the farthest you have been from home?" "Fastball or curveball?" "Oral sex or anal sex?" "What is the name of the Governor?"

On and on like this, until Katelyn was barely forming coherent answers. Not that they let up on either the questions or the penalties.

“Scenario: You are presented to two male strangers, one of whom is identified as a Proctor. With which one do you fornicate?”

“Both… Proctor…” Katelyn said, so low as it was barely a whisper.

“Very good, Subject.” One of the voices said. Katelyn was far beyond identifying them at this point. The buzzing between her legs increased until she climaxed, screaming and thrashing against her bonds as she released. When the pleasure finally subsided after what was, easily, the longest and most intense orgasm of her life, Katelyn collapsed back into the chair. She panted to catch her breath. Her hair was matted with sweat and stuck to her face, but with her arms secured she couldn't do anything about it. Not that she possessed the energy to care at that moment.

“I have become… comfortably numb…” She mumbled as she collapsed into unconsciousness.