No, he’d only started

“Answer honestly, have you ever been beaten till today?” His voice was calm and professional on the surface, but I could see the building tension underneath with each question as his member, still hanging out lewdly through the zipper like a wet fire hose, alternated from semi-flaccid to harder, and harder and harder.

“No.” I fixed him with an icy glare, but either it wasn’t working or he didn’t care

“Do you enjoy any form of corporal punishment when having sex or masturbating?”

“No!” I’m not sure what mortified me the most. The question or the fact that I answered him so readily. Suddenly the sensation of my burning cheeks instantly demanded my attention to remind me he wasn’t joking around. Why the bloody hell did I answer him? I definitely didn’t want to play into his sick game.

“Call Program Integer Main PainBot,”

This time, I felt it. If the previous experiences of being disconnected from my body were compared to a two watt LED light, then this was as intense as standing on Neptune and staring directly into the blazing sun. It took several moments before I registered where I was; bending over the table again with my rear propped up suggestively, my elbows and arms resting along the wooden desk.

“You’re awake? Phew.” Gee thanks, how reassuring. For a moment I almost hoped I had died, anything to get away from this unbelievable nightmare. He continued "I actually hadn't planned on using this yet but... well, it needs testing at some point. Might as well be now."

I found myself able to move again, if only limited to rotating my head around. After a few seconds of shaking the disorientation off I craned my neck as far down as I was able, I stared over the front of my dress and over at the mirror. A sense of dread resurfaced as I was keenly reminded my panties had been delegated to my ankles and now my naked sex was clearly visible to myself in the reflection of that blasted full length mirror. I silently vowed to myself to never own one of those if I got out of this alive.