Behavioral Pain Scale

The doctor, with a cruel, dark humor, said to her,

• Calm down, miss, save your strength for the BPS.

He took out needles and clamps connected to cables connected to an electric dial, visibly impatient for the nurse to finish.

"Come on, a little courage," the doctor sneered as he connected the electrode cables to a box crackling with adjustable voltages.

• I think we can go straight to level 2, doctor.
• You're right, miss.

The nurse mercilessly placed the clamps on her breasts, her clitoris, and her vaginal lips. Sylvie bit her lip to stifle the masochistic pleasure rising within her.

Sylvie's breath hitched as the first electric shock pierced her; sharp, precise, like a scalpel etching pleasure and pain into her nerves.

The clamps on her clitoris contracted with each controlled shock, sending waves of white heat radiating down her spine. Her back arched involuntarily, her muscles tense as wires, while the machine's buttons buzzed with increasing intensity.

The nurse adjusted a knob with clinical detachment, and Sylvie's vision blurred as another pulse ripped through her, her thighs trembling against the restraints.

The doctor declared

• Anything more than two degrees would be lethal; that's not the goal; we won't go any further. "Look, she's wet as hell," the doctor declared, amused.

His fingers caressed the dial, increasing the tension a notch. Another shock pierced Sylvie, sharper, deeper, making her muscles quiver beneath the damp skin.

The metal clamps on her breasts and clitoris transmitted the current in jerky pulses, each impulse drawing a hoarse gasp from her.

The doctor's thumb hovered over the dial, turning it just enough for the device to emit a high-pitched, menacing buzz. Sylvie's back arched off the table as another jolt ran through her, her muscles tensing beneath the electrodes. A thin, high-pitched sound escaped her throat as her hips bucked uselessly against the restraints.

• Ah yes, yes, I'm burning, yes, even more! Sylvie screamed, becoming hysterical. Her impulses had taken over, her survival instinct had given way to pain, which had become pleasure.

"Fascinating," the doctor murmured, tilting his head as he watched the screen skyrocket.

• Note the pupillary dilation in parallel with the vaginal response. We have a subject capable of seeking suffering even if her life depends on it, an interesting subject but one to watch out for, because she might be looking for trouble and in a mixed prison she will get into it without looking for it.