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She didn't know how many days had passed since she was kidnapped. All sense of time had escaped from her body, which she had to submit to a very special electric shock torture several times a day. Initially the shocks followed a certain pattern. At some point this pattern changed. Iris didn't know what the reason for this change was. She didn't understand the madness that was being used here with scientific methodology. Who was this modern Doctor Mengele who worked here under the name Asloft?

She didn't get to brood over this thought any further because the next cycle of horror began. She felt the electricity trigger a slight tingling sensation on her clitoris. And prepared for another torture. This time it went faster. The shocks made her body tremble. She couldn't help but moan in induced pleasure against the gag in her mouth.

It was a humiliating ritual that she had to endure so many times. She already felt the emerging lust. The girl could sense the moisture that was now almost automatically forming between her labia. Her still innocent labia twitched desperately looking for an intruder to release her. Iris almost longed for someone to touch her. Trapped in her dark, noiseless world, however, she remained alone with the feeling of desire, which found only inadequate fulfillment.

The desire grew stronger and stronger. The student had given up resisting the desire. She had learned that climax gave her peace. This is how she wanted to achieve it. Wanted to submit docilely to her fate in order to find a few hours of peace and something like a dreamless sleep.

The waves of pleasure increased with every impulse that shot through her body and almost drove her crazy. She reared up a few millimeters in her bonds. She trembled far more internally than anyone wanted to admit to her externally. She wanted it. She wanted to come. She wanted to enjoy this wonderful moment, which was the only thing in this torture chamber that was entirely hers.

But that was just an illusion. Nothing was hers. Measuring instruments register every heartbeat and every reflex in your body. They measured her arousal as well as the strength of the orgasm that was inevitably coming her way. Iris was nothing more than a test subject. A laboratory animal that happens to belong to the human species.

When the longed-for climax finally manifested itself in her, Iris was able to push those thoughts away for a few moments. The rush of hormones in her body was too beautiful. Endorphins rushed into her bloodstream. Within seconds the pain and humiliation were forgotten. Deaf and blind to the rest of the world, the girl surrendered completely to her euphoric desire.

For a few more minutes she breathed heavily on the frame that had become her home as it held her captive thighs wide open. Then the happiness faded and Iris fell into a deep valley. Tears formed under her blindfold and she sobbed quietly into her gag. What would become of her? Would someone come and free her from this experimental clinic?

She slowly lost herself in these thoughts. She didn't notice someone come into the room and insert a syringe into the entrance. Just a few moments later, the drug rushed through her bloodstream and put the girl to sleep.

***

When Iris woke up, she felt the change. She felt different. Fresher. Someone had taken off her blindfold and headphones. Only the gag and the shackles remained. But still it had changed. It wasn't the first time. She had been repeatedly given drugs to sedate her for cleaning and rewiring.

She had the taste of toothpaste in her mouth. Had her teeth been brushed while she was sleeping? She knew nothing about the drug that had made her calm and submissive. Iris only retained fragments of these moments in her mind, which blurred into a confused nightmare now that the drug had left her body.

She remembered. Unknown hands had caressed her body. Hands had felt her private parts and penetrated her. Hands had opened her mouth and pushed something into it. In her drug-warped perception, perhaps they were tentacles. Was there a monster out there lurking for them? She suddenly heard a noise. Was it the monster?

“Good morning, Miss Engelein. It's nice that you're awake again." She spotted the doctor who came into her field of vision. “The tests were very successful. Thanks to your efforts, we have gained valuable insights over the last six weeks. Of course we will have to verify this with further test subjects.”

Asloft checked the drip and then looked at the instruments. Then he spoke to her in a friendly, light voice: “I have good news for you. We actually wanted to connect you to the mechanical excitation machine. But since you are still a virgin, the panel decided against it. Instead, they want to prepare you for a wealthy customer who has always wanted something like this. You yourself will benefit from the results of our joint experiments. But now you can benefit from others.”

In front of her eyes, he drew up a syringe that contained a poisonous green liquid. With a self-satisfied smile, he leaned towards her and said: “I will now give you this remedy. This is Lyktan 30. The name may interest you because it will revolutionize the world of cosmetic surgery. Just like Botox, it is very toxic and unfortunately many of the early test subjects died until we found the right formula and dosage. But no worry. Natascha is ready with the resuscitation cart should your body fail. Our customer has invested a lot of money in our clinic and therefore also in you. That's why we don't want him to be disappointed now, right?"

"Mhmmm?"

"How does it work? Well, it is a complex mixture of highly potent active ingredients. The injection primarily stimulates cell growth. We will give you a special nutrient fluid so that your body can cope with this miracle of science.”

Iris felt a shiver run down her freshly washed body. No, don't do that, she wanted to scream, but her mouth was sealed shut. Only an indistinct “Mhmmmm” escaped her lips. She was helpless at the mercy of this monster doctor. She twitched in her bonds, but as so often, they were stronger.

He lowered himself to her and whispered, “Easy, girl. This remedy will make your breasts grow overnight. However, I have to inject it directly into it. It will hurt, but the pain will definitely stop soon and transform you into an amazing woman, the way you should be." "

Mhhhmmmm," she cried desperately against her merciless gag ball. Then she saw the syringe lower before it disappeared from her own sight. She felt the puncture of her flat nipple. The needle went deeper into her. The young woman naturally had very small, firm breasts, which didn't leave much room for the needle. Adrenaline rushed through her body. The feeling of a needle in her sensitive tissue almost drove her crazy. The beeping of the heart monitor revealed her tension.

“Take it easy!” ordered the doctor. He quickly squeezed the contents of the syringe into the fatty tissue, which immediately swelled with the amount of this poisonous green substance. He left the syringe in her and drew up a new one.

Iris could barely process the horror of the moment. She felt the needle in her chest with every breath. Every heartbeat drove the poison further into her body. It was poison, the young woman knew that much. The tingling hurt like a wasp sting. It quickly spread to her left breast. As the doctor leaned over her again to administer the second injection. He pierced her flesh very close to her right nipple. The pain disappeared because the effect of the first injection far exceeded it. Here, too, Asloft injected the poisonous green liquid into the breast tissue, which now also swelled.

She felt a burning and a pulling sensation in her chest that continued to expand. Soon her pulse began to beat so violently that you could read it directly from the artery in her delicate neck. The blood rushed through her head, rushed through her thoughts and seemed to literally tear her apart.

The monster reached for her. She felt it. Asloft's face transformed into the monster before her eyes. His arms became tentacles for her and slid slickly over her flat breasts. They moved to her neck and her privates. It felt like the tentacles were digging into her mouth and vagina at the same time. It felt like the monster was penetrating her through her breasts and every pore of her body and raging inside her. Inside the girl's head, Asloft's arms turned into thousands of tiny worms that moved through each of her blood vessels. She screamed helplessly against a wall of madness, like a small child lost in a vast forest of black shadows.

In addition to the heart monitor beeping faster and faster and the ringing in her ears, she heard something else vaguely. Natasha shouted something in Russian to the doctor in a worried voice. And he answered in German “Charging!”

“And shot!”

Suddenly a lightning bolt tore through this gate to her mind and threw Iris into a whirlpool of hellfire, which tried to burn her. She was swimming in an ocean of flames. She looked at her arms and legs. Her bare, youthful skin began to boil and burst before her eyes. She felt the pain of burning alive. But she didn't die in that fire. She felt the flames around her darken and her virgin womb fall into a poison green lake that smothered the flames.

She wanted to breathe but she couldn't because the disgusting juice poured into her mouth. It tasted bitter and salty at the same time. First she swallowed it. Then it entered her windpipe. Every breath filled her lungs with the poisonous green liquid. She coughed, but the cough only exchanged her precious air for the poison. Finally there was no longer any breath of life left in her and she went limp. She floated motionless through the ocean and finally sank to the bottom to die.

***

Iris looked at the body that was beneath her. The girl lay naked on an operating table. The legs were wide open and looked invitingly at the men and women in their smocks. Nobody seemed to notice her. Who was it that was lying down there on the table and what were all the tubes and instruments that were inserted into the girl's body for?

Iris could see a man looking at a 3D monitor with the joystick. Apparently he was operating a tool that was located deep in the girl's fragile intestines. Then her eyes fell on the rest of her body. As fragile as her thighs, hips and hands appeared, her breasts were just as voluptuous. This stood out from her body like two ripe melons. It seemed unnatural, exaggerated, and yet they belonged to the girl whose face was hidden under a breathing mask.

There were also some tubes going into the chest and you could see how the surgeons were working on them. Iris moved closer to take a closer look at the operation. She realized how something the size of the palm of her hand was being inserted into the girl's stomach. The men and women kept saying something that she didn't understand because she was trapped in this spirit world.

Hours passed. In which Iris could follow every detail. She saw a metal net being inserted into the unknown girl's breasts. She watched a surgeon use a probe to place what looked like a microchip under her clit. She even noticed the cables being pulled under the girl's skin as if she were a building where telephone lines were being laid.

She experienced all of this in her disembodied state. She felt for this girl. She felt every cut, every twitch and every stitch. The further the operation progressed, the more she experienced it on her own body. She could feel the doctor's hands touching her breasts. She experienced the cable being pulled under her skin. She felt a needle being pushed through her breasts, the thread straining against her skin. Finally, a nurse removed the girl's mask and Iris recognized herself.

***

She woke up, bathed in sweat. The sunlight fell on her blonde hair. Her limbs ached like they had run a marathon. She gasped and gasped for air. Iris couldn't believe what she had just dreamed. It was a dream after all. She looked uncertainly at her hands. They showed no signs of shackles. She breathed a sigh of relief and swung herself out of bed, still sleepy.

Iris almost collapsed, her legs were so weak. She had to keep reminding herself that it was all just a bad dream. She held on to the wall to keep from tipping over. The unusual weight of her breasts bothered the young woman.

“It was just a nightmare,” she said to herself in her mind. Like a busty angel, Iris stood next to the barred window in her sweaty white nightgown. She found it surprisingly difficult to breathe, but she couldn't say why. Unconsciously, her hand slipped between her legs and stroked her vulva. She felt aroused for some reason.

Without giving it a second thought, she turned with her back to the wall in the white-painted room. Her gaze wasn't really focused on the barely furnished room. All she could think about was that this nightmare was finally over. Her other hand placed on her enormous breasts and caressed them.

The initial excitement increased more and more. While her hand rubbed her smooth vulva more and more demandingly, she also caressed her hard breasts. Her stiff nipples were clearly visible under her soaked nightgown.

Iris groaned. Her desire turned into euphoria. She supported herself on the wall as best she could to keep from sinking helplessly to her knees. Her fingers moved faster and faster around the swollen pubis. Her pleasure nectar was now literally dripping out between the girl's labia and running down her slender thighs.

Moans turned into ecstatic gasps, which combined with a wild twitching of her body. Her breasts tingled as if a thousand hands were caressing her and a thousand lips were kissing her. Iris gasped with unprecedented lust. She enjoyed her freedom, her pleasure and drove herself to a brilliant climax with her fingers. She shrieked and bucked up, her huge breasts dangling wildly in the air. She huffed and puffed before finally collapsing.

"It was all just a stupid nightmare," she moaned happily, her eyes glassy, ​​her blonde, soaked hair falling over her shoulders.

The young woman had sunk to the floor and continued to caress her breasts and her private parts. Her desire was still omnipresent. Without being able to think of anything else, she sat on the floor and masturbated until the feeling of constant horniness suddenly left her. The door opened. Iris looked up confused. The tingling in her body had stopped and her desire suddenly seemed to be gone.

“That was a very nice demonstration, Miss Engelein. Their new owner is very happy with the modifications.” Doctor Asloft entered the room. In his hand he held a device that resembled a remote control. In a heartbeat, Iris turned white as a sheet and stared at the man, her expression chiseled with panic.