Telepath C23P

As you begin to stir awake, the light hum of monitors around you signals that you are still in the laboratory. You recall breaking in, attempting to extract the files stored on the computers, but suddenly... darkness.

"Knockout gas, in case you are wondering," comes a cold, sharp voice from behind you, answering your question before it even could be formulated. As you try to turn and face him, you realise you are restrained to the chair, your wrists and ankles secured firmly with restraints.

You had known the risks before you entered, though slowly the reality of the situation was sinking in. The thoughts of your previous research started to flood into your mind's eye - the cruelty, the screams, the unending pleas for mercy. What would they do with you?

You had spent years trying to find out more about this secretive organisation. While your employers had warned you about pursuing the story further, nothing would halt your attempts to crack this story wide open. Who wouldn't want to read all about an organisation that secretly manufactured aphrodisiacs that could be considered more as weapons than sex-aids?

The problem was that all you could find were traces of videos highlighting the tests and experiments. The women you watched, all very much in a similar position you find yourself in now, all pulling and straining against their restraints, some surrounded by scientists taking turns teasing them, others left alone to writhe in need to fulfil the desires caused by the aphrodisiacs. You had tried to find out more, to dig in deeper, but every time it was merely a dead end. The anonymous tip had led you here. Even though you had notified your employers at the news site, you wished that you'd brought someone with you - it could be hours before they sent someone after you. Luckily, with the information you'd left, they'd know exactly your location. All you could do for now was wait and hope to endure whatever was to come.

"So, I know you've seen what we are capable of here. You know what we can do to you. Why don't you go ahead and just tell us the name of your employer. We can't allow for any of our details to be leaked of course, but if you just give in now, we'll make it easy for you. Before you answer, just know this: you have been injected with a compound which ensures that throughout this ordeal, which will take as long as you decide - dependent of how much you co-operate – you will remain constantly sensitive and receptive to all stimulation. One of our most recent creations, this , along with it's unprecedented aphrodisiac effects, will ensure that no matter what I do to you, you will remain just as sensitive to the touch whether the first time or after ten hours. Believe me, it is a level of hell which you do not wish to endure. So with that in mind, I suggest you simply give up the name and details of your employer right now."

As he waits for your answer, he cuts away your clothing. Merely the feeling of the cool air against your exposed skin sets your body alight with arousal - you understand just how potent this is, and just how much you are at his mercy.