Hanged on

 

It was a humid evening in Berlin. A thunderstorm was in the air and no one could escape the oppressive atmosphere. Dark clouds stole the brightness from the sky and turned the city into a menacing juggernaut. Cars were piled up at construction sites and loud honking could be heard again and again as the engines blew their exhaust fumes into the air.

The sweat caused her skin-tight shirt to stick tightly to her petite body. Iris was heavy on her shopping for the long-awaited weekend. The young medical student had completed a week of internship and was now almost happy to be able to study at university again in the coming weeks. The hectic pace and stress with the patients meant that she could hardly get any sleep at night. The staff was anything but considerate towards her, the new girl.

Most of the shops were now closed. Fruit shops and a tailor's shop flanked the entrance to the house where Iris lived. Now the lights had gone out and the girl entered the cool, dark courtyard of the old 1950s building. She didn't notice the black van with a Polish license plate. She used her shoulder to push open the wood-framed door, which had two large panes of yellowish, dull glass.

The stairwell was dark. She had turned on the light switch, but apparently the light wasn't working again. What the heck, she thought to herself and made her way upstairs. Her heels made echoing noises as she struggled up the stairs to the fourth floor. The two shopping bags seemed to weigh tons. Actually, she hadn't bought much. Bread, salad, vegetables, bottles of water, some chocolate ice cream for lonely hours, which was probably already half melted floating in the plastic cup.

Iris was a vegetarian. She ate consciously and tried to improve the world in her own way. Out of breath, she reached the floor where her small student apartment was. Bedroom, kitchen, bathroom - not much but it was enough for the young woman from the country. Iris Engelein actually came from a nest in West Germany. She was an exemplary student and her single mother worked as a nurse herself.

She lowered the cotton bags to the floor and reached for the key in her purse. She didn't consciously notice the footsteps behind here. She was too exhausted from the day's events. Her slender fingers finally closed around the small key chain with the little Eiffel Tower on it. A souvenir from her graduation trip to Paris, where she got her first kiss from a damn cute Frenchman over a year ago. Maybe Rene, the sweet police officer from Paris, had sent her another email. At least this superficial contact was maintained. She definitely had to check her emails again this evening.

The sweaty girl smiled slightly at the thought. It was a youthful smile. Her delicate, narrow cheekbones made her appear even younger than she actually was. Maybe this was the reason why she was always asked for her ID when she went somewhere alone in the evening.

Iris put the key in the lock of her apartment door. She was about to turn it when a strong hand suddenly clamped around her mouth, stifling her surprised cry. A powerful body pushed her against the wooden door. The girl was too surprised to react immediately. She already felt a sting on her neck.

The stab into her carotid artery didn't hurt. It was just a strange feeling that was lost in the rush of adrenaline. While she was thinking about how she could defend herself against the stranger, the poison was already spreading throughout her body. Each of her heartbeats drove it further through her body. The injected molecules effortlessly crossed the blood-brain barrier in her head and before she knew what had happened, Iris fell unconscious into the arms of the unknown man.

***

Iris woke up slowly. Her body felt foreign. Her vision was blurry and it took her a few blinks before she could get her bearings. The wall in front of her was painted white. Bright fluorescent lights fell from the ceiling and burned her eyes. She was apparently lying on her back, but could not move her arms, legs or even her head. She slowly made out cuffs that had wrapped around her naked body and prevented her from moving.

She wanted to say something, but she couldn't move her jaw. Unintelligible sounds came from her lips and Iris slowly realized that something was stuck between her teeth. She laboriously felt the ball gag that was in her mouth with her tongue. Panic spread through her still sedated body. The feeling only hesitantly returned and she realized that her thighs were wide open. She lay wide open for anyone who would lay their eyes on her. But was there anyone? All she could hear was the faint hum of a transformer.

The effects of the unknown drug wore off, but Iris's situation hardly improved. She couldn't move, couldn't call for help, or find out what was going on. She was apparently tied to a chair that had similarities to that of a gynecologist. She had often found herself in a similar position when visiting her gynecologist, but never before had she been tied up.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a drip that seemed to be connected to her somehow and was releasing a clear liquid. She didn't know where the cannula had been inserted into her, but she suspected her left arm. The light hurt her and everything in her body began to tingle, as if 1000 little robots were working inside her.

Was this a nightmare? It had to be a nightmare. She was probably just overworked and her body was now processing the images from the past few weeks of internship. The thought only calmed her superficially. No, if this was a dream, she wouldn't think about it, would she?

Time passed. From the slowly decreasing fluid level in the drip, she suspected that she had been lying there for hours. She repeatedly tore desperately at her restraints, but the straps were so skillfully attached to her body that she could only move a few millimeters, which was only perceived as a slight twitch.

“Ah, Miss Engelein. “You’re awake,” a sweet-sounding male voice stated.

“Mhmmmm,” was all Iris could add to this conversation.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you again too. “You may remember me, yes?” said the voice. Now a man with black hair and a square face came into view. He appeared to be checking the IV.

“Mhmmm,” she murmured. She could see him and he looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place his face.

“I am Dr. Yuri Asloft. You took part in an investigation at the university a month ago. Do you remember now? Or did they pay more attention to my pretty assistant.” His features take on a disgusting smile that showed off his gold fillings. “You’re probably wondering why you’re here? “

Mhhhmmmhmmm,” she said. A thousand thoughts raced through her head. She remembers this survey that the doctor and his assistant supposedly conducted for some study on her at the university. She only had to fill out a short questionnaire and received ten euros for it, just like the other students. At the time it was a tempting offer. But now she began to panic. She tried desperately to remember the questions.

“Yes, that’s an interesting question. You have been chosen from many candidates to take part in my test series.”

She heard something on wheels being led in. Test series? She wasn't a test subject after all. So no tests were carried out. “Mhmmf!” What was he saying? She felt it touched below her left breast. Then something was attached to her temple by a delicate hand.

“My assistant will now attach sensors to your body, Miss Engelein. These will provide us with valuable information about your body during the study. No worries. You are not the first. And I won't try anything on you in the next few weeks that I'm not sure about. "You're probably curious about what exactly we're investigating?" The doctor's words penetrated her body like sweet poison. It started to hurt slowly.

“Mmhmmm,” she stammered. weeks? What was he talking about weeks? He couldn't really have kidnapped her in order to use her here for weeks for some sort of experiment. They lived in 21st century Germany and no longer in the Nazi era. She tried desperately to defend herself, but the restraints gave her no leeway. She couldn't even move her head.

She caught the scent of a feminine perfume but couldn't place it. It smelled kind of cheap. Then she felt a hand on her chest. She stroked Iris's small, firm breasts. Her curves weren't particularly big for a woman, but like any normal woman, she was embarrassed when someone else's hand caressed her bare breasts. A shiver went through her and the hand slowly moved lower, gliding over her flat stomach to her privates and caressing the girl's blonde down.

“Should I shave the test subject, doctor?” A female voice reached her ear.

“Please, Natascha,” the doctor replied and Iris arched her pelvis a little. Her back rose a few centimeters from the padded, white surface.

“Easy, easy, girl. “You shouldn’t get upset.” The doctor’s hand rested on her upper arm as the assistant walked away. “You should be completely relaxed, Miss Engelein. We only want the best for you.”

“Mhhhmmmm,” she screamed desperately into her gag and twisted again as best she could. She raised and lowered her pelvis, which in this way was able to gain a little leeway.

She didn't hear the doctor go to a cupboard and pull out a small bottle. He inserted a needle and drew up a few milliliters of a sedative. “Take it easy, Miss Engelein,” he said to her as he injected the syringe into her through the access that had already been made on her arm. The drug shot through the thin tube into her veins and quickly spread into her bloodstream. The girl's resistance weakened and she felt her body go limp. However, her mind remained awake. Trapped in a motionless body.

"No worries. The remedy soon loses its effect. You will just be a little more relaxed while we connect the measuring probes and electrodes for the first phase of treatment.” Sheer horror shrilled through the young woman's body. She couldn't move. Her muscles were paralyzed, even her heartbeat and breathing slowed. The previous fear, which was characterized by humiliation and uncertainty, now became outright fear of death. The medical student didn't know what he had injected into her, but she was aware that he had brought her body to the brink of death.

Natasha came back into the room. She had brought shaving kit with her on a trolley. Using scissors, she first began to trim the drugged girl's pubic hair. Then she lathered the entire area around the vulva and applied a sharp razor. With skillful, even movements she removed the fine hairs around her pubic area. She repeatedly dipped the blade into the warm bowl of water and then put it back on hers. Without haste, she removed the last hair from the helpless girl's skin, like a priestess preparing an offering for a sacred ritual. She ended up cleaning the entire area. She put the knife down and stroked Iris over her slightly reddened vulva. It felt so smooth, like they had never had pubic hair before.

Meanwhile, Doctor Asloft had connected additional measuring devices to the student's body. Some sensors were equipped with radio, but some cables now seemed to be connected directly to her slim body. He had attached small electrodes to her nipples. When Natasha finished her work and took a step back, he attached another electrode to her clitoris. To do this, he spread her labia and played around her clitoris with his finger until the pearl was clearly visible.

“The first experiment will be on your sexual excitability through electric shocks. Since you are still a virgin, we will not insert a vaginal electrode for now. But don't worry, that will come. After all, we chose you because of your sexual inexperience. You are, so to speak, a test object that is representative of sexual innocence."

The doctor smiled and stroked Iris's blonde hair. Helpless, trapped in her body, she could neither scream nor express herself in any other way. She couldn't even move her eyelids. She could only stare at the smiling face of her tormentor, who spoke to her quietly: “I will close your eyes now. When the drug has lost its effect, we will come back and begin the electroshock treatment.”

His hand placed over her eyelids and closed them. Iris' vision darkened and her mind was trapped in a dark night from which there was no escape.