Red's Training, Part 3

A deep rumbling sounded from her stomach, awakening Red from her drug-induced slumber. She moaned, her head swimming. As her senses came back to her, she could tell that whatever drug they had put inside of her before had worn off. She was only warm now, still strapped into that damn suit, just as tight as ever. She realized then that she was sitting upright, and seemed to be on a chair, though her legs were now spread and she couldn’t stand. She couldn’t see, for that matter, feeling a harness of some kind covering her head, leaving her blindfolded and gagged, her mouth open wide, something lodged between her teeth and strapped down over the outside of her mouth. She smelled leather and rubber, and rather strongly.

Gathering her strength, Red shouted behind the gag, jerking wildly in her bonds. She felt straps at her ankles, knees, and thighs, another at her waist, and above and below her breasts, and when she was jerking her head, she felt resistance at her neck. Sure enough, she could tell they had a collar, probably leather, on her neck, and it was pretty thick and tall, making it so that she couldn’t look down, only straight ahead.

Red continued shouting and struggling for several more minutes, finally giving up with a puffed sigh behind her gag and angry, flaring breaths through her nose. She sat back in her bonds, fuming and trying to think of anything besides how hungry she was. Thoughts of ripping her captors new assholes helped.

As she waited, Red heard little, just an occasional rush of air as a conditioner came on, or what she thought was something passing through the hall outside. She didn’t hear anyone else breathing, or any sign that Momo was there at all. She was beginning to think that they had forgotten about her, and was ready to doze off when she heard the cell door slide open. Red tensed, hoping that they would let her up long enough for her to make a break for the door.

From the sound of it, droids were coming in, and sure enough, a cold manipulator clamped down on Red’s cheeks. She struggled, but the droid ignored her. It gripped the front of her gag, and something popped out. Red’s mouth was still held open, but now she was able to bring in air now. It was a short-lived reprieve, because the droid forced something into the opening. Red shook her head, but the cold manipulator hardly budged. Whatever went inside squeaked as it was forced against the leather mask, but stopped after only a moment. Red’s tongue felt along it, some kind of plastic tube.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as the droid let her go. Immediately, Red started shaking her head as hard as she could, despite the restraining collar, but the tube was in there firmly. Even pushing against it with her tongue failed to move it. No sooner had the door closed behind the droid did Red hear a soft hissing sound, and the tube shook in her mouth. She screamed in protest, jerking her head back and forth, but the vibrations continued, and something was coming up the tube.

Red felt it, almost in her mouth, and cried out again, pinching her eyes shut and futilely trying to dislodge the tube one more time. Her tongue recoiled, and her scream intensified. Something warm and moist fell into her mouth, and she was sure her heart was stop. Then, she blinked, and blinked again, tasting something that tasted akin to nerf-steak, only in stew form. Her tongue cautiously probed the growing lump. It was delicious! Hesitating not a second longer, Red began swallowing the mushy mix, her stomach thanking her already. Had she not been bound and blindfolded, she could have sworn it was the best meal she had ever eaten.

The food kept coming for several minutes, but Red wasn’t complaining. After a while, it did finally end, however, with a strong gush of water, then a slower trickle that she happily gulped down until it too finally stopped. Not long after the meal had ended, the door opened again, and the same type of droid, if not the same one, entered, pulling the tube from her mouth and replacing the plug in the gag. Just for good show, at least, Red renewed her struggling, and even offered up several choice curses, even if she might have been the only one who knew what she was saying.

The droid left, but the door stayed open, cooler air blowing in from outside. Red could make out other footsteps, two droids, and something humanoid. She also heard moaning, female…Momo! They were bringing Momo back. The droids entered the room first, and apparently just dropped Momo to the floor, because she grunted, her voice muffled. The humanoid entered behind them, the footsteps distinctly different from the mechanical gait of the droids.

Whoever it was walked right over to Red. She could feel the eyes on her, and from the cologne, she knew it was a male, probably human. Red actually squirmed under the stare, keeping quiet despite her stubborn, rebellious streak. When the man grabbed her breast, she squealed, cheeks burning while garbled curses spewed from her. She was jerking at the bonds in an instant, but the man kept his grip. Red heard Momo moaning again, like she had when she was under the effect of the drug.

The man squeezed harder, and that only made Red angrier, though it didn’t help her in freeing herself. He let go of her breast after another moment, and she breathed hard through her nose. She heard him draw something from a pocket, and then felt heat on her breast. She squirmed, but a moment later, the material on the suit split open, popping her breast free. She shouted in surprise, and just another second later her other breast popped free. He must have been using a laser scalpel. Red screamed angrily when she felt the heat between her legs, but could do nothing to stop him from exposing everything between her legs.

Red heard him stand and walk away, and the droids followed, closing the door behind them. Red sagged in her bonds, sighing with her frustration. Momo was still moaning, and after a few minutes, Red could make out an electronic beep from Momo’s direction, and something that sounded like a lock being released. She heard Momo sit up, then what sounded like buckles being undone.

“Red? Momo is back, Red! Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Momo asked, sounding hyper and breathless.

Red shook her head as Momo walked over to her. “Momo’s sorry she couldn’t be here sooner. They took her somewhere else and did things to her…You smell nice, Red…” Red knew that something was wrong immediately, but still could do nothing to stop the younger girl from sitting in her lap. Red felt Momo’s nipples press into her own, and shook her head again as Momo’s arms circled her neck. She could feel Momo’s breath on her cheek, then her soft lips on her nose.

“Momo wants to make you feel better, Red. She knows that you don’t want to be here, but we can’t leave. So, Momo is going to do everything she can to make you happy. She wishes she could free you, but they have locks on everything here. Don’t be mad at Momo, okay?”

Red shook her head frantically, her mumbled words a plea for Momo to stop. The girl didn’t even slow down, her hands going right for Red’s breasts, squeezing them in circular motions. Momo’s lips kissed Red’s nipples, and then her tongue was flicking at them, making them hard in moments. Red grunted and squirmed in protest, but Momo was deaf to her pleas.

“I know, Red…Momo is still learning to make you happy, but she is trying hard. She would do anything for you, Red, to make you happy.” Red couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what they had been doing to her since she had been knocked out and separated from her. Whatever it was, Momo seemed intent on sex, her hands pressing Red’s breasts together so that she could suck both nipples at once. Red moaned despite herself, getting hot already; it must have been something to do with the drug still in her system…right?

Momo giggled a few minutes later, her mouth finally releasing Red’s rock-hard nipples. Red moaned again when Momo’s fingers took hold and began rolling her nipples between them. “Your body is so responsive to Momo’s touch. Momo is going to make you very happy now, okay?”

Momo lifted herself from Red, and crouched down in front of her. Red felt Momo’s breath on her pussy, making her squirm, out of discomfort or anticipation, she couldn’t decide. Momo’s hands went to Red’s thighs, helping to spread her lips; Red could feel metal on Momo’s wrists, probably binders of some kind. Momo’s nose was brushing Red’s bush a moment later, and her entire body quivered when Momo’s tongue slid between her already moist lips. “Momo loves how you taste, Red. She’ll make you feel wonderful.” Red whined and struggled in protest, but Momo was still oblivious, her fingers kneading Red’s lips as her tongue worked between them, moving up and down, then slowly in and out. She barely touched Red’s clit, just enough to tease her, to get her body wanting more.

Momo’s hands left Red’s thighs while her tongue continued inside of her, moving faster by the moment. Momo’s fingers grasped Red’s left nipple, pulling it hard enough to make Red squeal, but easing up so that she was simply rolling it between her fingers. Momo was panting, her breath tickling Red’s pussy as her tongue started flicking against her clit.

Red was powerless to resist now, breathing hard through her nose as she started pushing her pelvis against Momo’s face. Momo knew what she was doing, and Red was losing herself to her magical tongue. Her body was on fire, her pussy was wet, and Momo was working her clit just like Red wanted. The younger girl was moaning too, her tongue probing with more force, with more determination. Red’s head was swimming, maybe from lack of air, but she was feeling incredible nonetheless.

Momo’s tongue twisted suddenly, and Red quivered all over, moaning wildly. Momo was going harder and quicker, panting and moaning quicker and louder. Red felt it coming, knew that she would be exploding with an incredible orgasm in moments…She cried out, feeling as though her body was convulsing beneath her bonds. She came with startling force, her head rolling from side to side as she went limp, her body on fire and her crotch wet. Momo was still licking furiously at Red’s pussy, but as Red was just beginning to feel her body again as she came down from her orgasmic high, Momo cried out with an incredible joy.

Panting hard, Momo straddled Red a few moments later, their sweat-covered breasts rubbing together while Momo’s pussy dripped against Red’s. “Momo loves eating you! Did you like it? Momo hopes you did…” Momo’s hand stroked Red’s cheek above the gag, then tugged on the plug and popped it free. Red gasped greedily at the cool air that came through, feeling somewhat renewed despite the weakness throughout her body. “Momo has tasted you, and you should taste Momo now.”

Red wasn’t sure what the girl meant at first, but then she felt Momo’s other hand in her mouth, smelled the unmistakable odor of Momo’s juices. Seemingly of its own accord, Red’s tongue eagerly began licking Momo’s fingers, taking every drop of sweet nectar from them. Momo waited patiently for Red to finish, though she kept the both of them stimulated by constantly mashing their breasts and nipples together.

Once Red could no longer taste anything, Momo finally pulled her fingers away, kissing Red’s nose again before she slid back into the floor. “Momo is still hungry for more, Red. She’s going to make you feel wonderful again, okay?”

Mumbling, Red shook her head, but Momo was already stroking her pussy with her fingers, squeezing and pulling at her clit. Red tensed, pinching at the floor with her toes. Momo kissed her bush tenderly and adjusted her grip, starting a more gentle massage. Red moaned softly, her body still too tired to hope to resist, and her mind telling her not to, rather, just let Momo take her to another piece of paradise.

Momo was panting already, no doubt working her own body as she did Red’s. Red was squirming after just a minute or two, desperate to help Momo bring her off. She had recovered already and was hungry for more. Momo was not going to disappoint her, it seemed, for in the next steamy breath, Red felt Momo’s fingers slip inside her, rubbing her walls. Momo’s hot breath blew over Red’s bush, and soon Momo’s tongue was flicking at her clit as her fingers moved in and out, slowly, but steadily.

Her fingers started moving faster, as did her tongue. Red moaned and squirmed, panting for air as she approached another orgasm. Just a little more…Momo’s fingers slowed down and her tongue stopped, and for a terrible span of heartbeats, Red thought that something had happened. Momo continued moaning, Red could feel her moving, and panting against her pussy, and from the sounds, Momo was working herself hard. “Momo…will make sure…that Red…and Momo…come together…this time…”

Red was just starting to feel her fire die down when Momo’s tongue flicked between her lips again, causing her to moan and quiver with excitement. Panting for air, Red was huffing hard against the gag, tensing up as Momo’s tongue worked furiously between her lips. The girl knew exactly what to do, exactly how to bring Red off. Within moments Red tensed beneath her restraints, and joined Momo’s impassioned cries of joy with her own. Red couldn’t know for sure whether the drug was responsible, or if Momo was really just that good; all she knew was that she was having one of the best orgasms of her life, and for those few moments, nothing else mattered.

Wishing that she could see Momo, Red moaned eagerly when her friend straddled her again, and eagerly licked her fingers when offered. Once Red had finished licking Momo’s pussy juice again, she felt Momo’s sweaty breasts mashing against her own. Momo was giggling, but she sounded tired. Red felt Momo’s arms wrap around her, and then felt Momo press her lips to the gag, extending her tongue through the hole. Red quickly met Momo’s tongue with her own.

Finally ending the kiss, Momo snuggled up to Red, resting her head on Red’s shoulder, keeping her arms around her. “Oh, Red…Momo’s so sorry…” she said, sounding more exhausted than she had just a moment before. “She really wishes you could be free, and that you could be with Momo forever. Momo still wants to hear you sing someday. But right now…now Momo just wants to be with you…she’s really tired, Red…so tired…”

Red mumbled, trying to comfort her, and shifted beneath Momo. She didn’t get a response, and knew why within the space of a few breaths from the girl; she was asleep. Her breathing was slow and steady, and she wasn’t moving at all. Red felt an acute pain in her heart now, as her body cooled, and rational thought was once again finding its way into her head. This poor girl was being tortured, probably sexually, and she was suffering terribly. Talking in the third person may have been a defense mechanism, but it was impossible to say how much damage had been done. Could she have been filled with that drug again? Or had they been doing things to her to make her act like that? Red couldn’t tell how long she had been unconscious, or even what they had done with her while she was out.

Anger exploded, and Red did everything she could to stop herself from going berserk in her restraints, for Momo’s sake, since she was still sleeping peacefully. The moment she had any kind of freedom, they would regret it. She would make sure that every last one of them would regret what they were doing. She’d kill them without remorse; all Red needed was the opportunity.

Sometime later, Red was still simmering angrily, though it cooled somewhat when Momo shifted in her lap, adjusting her arms about Red and moving her head to her opposite shoulder before settling back down. Red could only make more promises now, steeling her resolve to make them pay. Momo hadn’t deserved this; hell, none of them had deserved it. Interrupting her thoughts, Red heard the door slide open, and the metallic whine of servos as at least two droids entered.

Red shook her head, trying to warn Momo by shaking her body, but the girl barely moved, still too exhausted to awaken. Red screamed when the droids reached them, and bit hard at her gag when she heard the hiss of a hypo at Momo’s neck, growling and cursing. The droids lifted Momo away and must have left with her, though Red could smell the same cologne she had smelled earlier. She dared him to come at her, though he probably couldn’t understand her muffled, distorted taunts.

“My, my, my…you are certainly hyper, aren’t you?” the man asked, his accent unfamiliar and somewhat fast-paced, stepping beside Red and leaning over her; she could feel his breath on her face. He made a small sound of disapproval, and tucked the gag plug back into her mouth before continuing. “If you have so much energy, I suppose we can start your treatment now as well. Your friend seems to be progressing well, don’t you think? But you, no, I have something else in mind for you. You have a strong will…what was your name? I can’t seem to remember such a minor detail, so I will just call you as I know you, #47F. Your friend is #48F, though her unique personality quirk has actually made me remember her name.”

Red roared in anger, using all of her strength against the straps, but finding no more give than she ever had. As her nostrils flared, Red could feel the man’s oily, inhuman smile upon her. “It is good you have so much energy, 47F; I hope to see good results. Guards? Take her to room S-7, and leave her on the table. I will be along directly to administer her…medicine.”

Screaming and struggling, Red refused to make it easy for the droids that came for her, though before the first straps were off of her body, one of them had hit her with a stun rod, ending her struggles and leaving her dazed and unable to resist. Once they had Red out of her restraints, minus the suit, blindfold, and gag, of course, the droids lifted Red and carried her between the two of them. She felt much colder air once she was out of the room, on her exposed parts most keenly, though she heard nothing aside from the droids’ footsteps and air circulators, maybe an occasional beeping from somewhere.

The droids didn’t take her very far, maybe fifteen or twenty meters before they entered another door, and flopped her roughly down atop a metal table. Maybe she was getting used to being shocked, because Red was already starting to squirm, and had recovered enough to at least mount a slight struggle as the droids tightened straps down over her ankles and thighs, then over her stomach and neck. They plodded out as soon as they were finished, leaving Red to herself, wondering what was in store for her now.

Apparently, Red would not have to wait very long. The door opened again just a few minutes later, and Red smelled the cologne again. She waited until he was right next to her before she suddenly started jerking against the straps and shouting at him. If he jumped, she couldn’t tell, but after a few moments he laid a hand on her shoulder.

“47F, your struggles are quite valiant, but in vain. While I appreciate your willpower and bravery, it means nothing at all here. You are an alpha, aren’t you? Always in control, the leader of the group, always the center of attention? And you are not afraid of much, and often leap before fully understanding just how far you may fall. You rely on your will to fight, to stand up for what you believe is right to make your way through life. What if I told you I could take all of that away? I can do something to your body that will make your will to fight useless. You won’t be able to do so much as speak; the only thing you will be able to do is breath, and watch. You won’t even be able to feel what’s happening to you. That frightens you, doesn’t it? You hate having your free will taken away.”

Red didn’t want to admit it, but he was chilling her to the bone. He was so calm about it all, just as though he was talking about what he wanted for lunch or what kind of shoes to wear. She had stopped her struggles and shut up, and felt sweat beading on her brow. She could feel him smiling again.

“Well now, I suppose we should get started, hmm? I have other patients who are quite eager to meet you, once you’re suitably…helpless.” Red screamed, rocking back and forth under the straps, trying her best to stop him from touching her. His hand pushed down on her chest firmly, between her breasts, while his other hand slid along her left thigh.

Red wanted nothing more than to kick his teeth in, but at that moment, she felt a surge go through her leg, like a burst of static electricity, and then…nothing. Her leg was numb, instantly. Red froze, her heart racing, blood pounding in her ears. He hadn’t been lying. He had told the truth!

“You see? It is a simple exercise for me to suspend your body in this manner. All I must do is touch in the right place…like so.” He touched her other thigh in the same place, and she felt the same surge, and then nothing. Despite herself, Red whimpered. It had to be a dream; something like that just couldn’t have been possible. “You don’t like it, do you? And I’ve only immobilized your legs, and already you are trembling. Don’t worry, 47F, I will fix that for you.” Red shook her head, but she could feel his hands back on her shoulders. At once, she lost feeling in both arms following the static tingling. She shook her head, actually begging through the gag for him to stop. “No, you must have your treatment, 47F.”

His hands went to her stomach next, and Red screamed, feeling only her neck and head now. She couldn’t understand how she was still breathing; it was like there was nothing down there. She felt hot tears coming from her eyes as she shook her head again. His fingers brushed the sides of her face, but he paused, and began undoing the locks and straps that kept her blind. Red winced as she once again saw light, beaming down from high-intensity lamps on the ceiling, and caught her first glimpse of her captor.

He was older than her, but seemed to be human, despite the unnatural yellowish color of his eyes. He had short cropped hair, graying around the temples, and a face that already seemed creased by age; his lips were curved into a slight grin. He wore a white lab coat over a button-up shirt, every bit the image of a real doctor, even wearing an ID badge with ‘Shimazaki’ written on it. He removed her gag next, leaving only the collar, flooding Red’s jaw with pain as she was finally able to close her mouth, though that didn’t last long.

“Stop it!” she shouted, wild with fear. “Please, don’t do this to me! Why are you treating us like this? Please, I’ll do anything, just let me feel my body again!” Red had never begged before in her entire life, not even to her parents when she was a child wanting more dessert or a new toy.

As she watched, blinking tears from her eyes, he smiled. Wordlessly, he placed his hands on Red’s face, fingers along her temples, thumbs along her jaw.

“No! Don’t-” Red’s voice cut out in a squeak as she lost all feeling in her body. It was like she was floating in a void. She could look around, even blink her eyes, she could somehow register that she was still breathing, but there was nothing else; not a heartbeat, not a tingle or an itch, not even a cold breeze on her exposed breasts. She knew she was crying, but she couldn’t feel her tears as they slid from her eyes.

Red watched as Shimazaki smiled over her, patting her cheek almost affectionately before undoing the straps that held her to the table. She saw him remove a laser scalpel from his pocket, using it on different areas of her suit. Soon enough, she saw him lift her arms, straight up, and dropped them. She heard them impact the table, but felt nothing, not even a little pressure. She was breathing quicker, frantically gasping for air, but that was all she could tell. He likewise lifted her legs, letting them fall, before pulling away the dark blue scraps, apparently all that was left of her restraining suit.

Shimazaki moved out of sight for a time, and though Red tried, she couldn’t roll her eyes to see him. She heard things being moved, but had no idea what they were. He came back when he finished with whatever it was that he was doing, and stroked her hair. “I will send the others in soon. I think that after a little…group therapy…you will be well on your way to being a success. Don’t go anywhere, 47F.”

He chuckled to himself as he disappeared from view, the door closing behind him, leaving Red in a state of shock. She stared at the ceiling, the tops of the walls, anything she could, just so that she could know she was still alive. She was just…there…no feeling anywhere, nothing as she tried to picture herself lifting her arm. She tried to speak, but it was as though she had never had vocal cords; not even a squeak or a whimper came out. She couldn’t hear anything but her breathing after a time, not even air being circulated. The room may have been soundproofed…she hoped it was soundproofed, at least.

Red had no idea how long she was lying there, but she knew that she had no chance of falling asleep. She was panicked, absolutely terrified. She could barely see her chest rising and falling, just at the edge of her vision, but from that, she knew that she was sweating, and that she was breathing fast. Her mind was running wild, and no matter what she thought, her body just refused to respond, refused to feel anything. Red finally came to the conclusion that she was dead, her spirit trapped inside a dead body, knowing that what she felt was much too horrible to be real, to be possible.

The door slid open without warning, Red’s eyes immediately shooting toward it. Droids moved outside the door, but stayed out of the room, while directing in half a dozen figures, all human men from what Red could tell. Her eyes widened and terror filled her. While all of the men had their arms restrained behind their backs, all were also nude but for a shock collar, and each one was sporting a raging hard-on. The moment the last one was moved inside, the door behind them shut, and their collars beeped, allowing their restrained arms to be freed.

Red stared wide-eyed as they all seemed to realize she was in the room at the same time, their eyes vacant as they looked her over. She saw their erections throbbing as they shambled toward her, every bit like a zombie from the holovids she had collected in her apartment, most of them looking only slightly more human. Then they were around her, drooling hungrily as hands reached to her. Red wanted to scream, wanted to fight back, but couldn’t so much as whimper. She could smell the thick musk coming from them, sweaty, unwashed, stomach-churning…at least she assumed it was, since she couldn’t feel her stomach. As her revulsion and fear continued to climb, Red saw one or two of them drooling, and all of them were starting to moan, the hungry, nasty kind of moan that told her that they only had one thing on their minds.

She tried to scream when she was suddenly lifted from the table and thrown to the floor, landing with a thud so that her face was resting on her chin, against white, sterile-looking tile. Red couldn’t tell how the rest of her body landed, but she was desperately trying to make her body move, to get just a little feeling that told her she was really still alive. She heard the men clustering around her, one moving right in front of her and grabbing handfuls of her hair, lifting her face toward his crotch, though she felt nothing at all. Red was screaming in her mind, and knew that she was crying in fear and shame as he pushed his throbbing member into her mouth. She knew the others were pushing into her from below, playing with her breasts, and she could do nothing, nothing at all.