3 comments/ 26902 views/ 9 favorites Masochistica Concerto Ch. 01 By: warleaf Part I. The Advert Do you need $5000?:Participate in a psychological study for 5 days and be compensated immediately in cash! Sarah's light blue eyes flicked across the poster for the fifth time that morning as she chewed her lip nervously, straddling the precipice of indecision. The psychology department's study lounge was as empty as she'd ever seen it, as if the universe was urging her to make the call. She ejected a small sigh of determination and pulled out her telephone to dial the number listed on the page. A voice replied, cool and clinical but not entirely unfriendly, "AD Research -- Roger speaking. How may I help you?" She paused, only for a moment. The warm professionalism of the voice had served to soothe her tangled nerves, "Good afternoon. I saw a poster in the student's lounge with a call for participants for a study. It says that participants will be compensated with $5000?" "Yes, that is correct" the male voice on the other line replied. "I'd like to participate in your study, if any spots are left" Sarah said definitively. "We would love to have you. When would you be available to participate?" "As soon as possible." She heard the voice laugh, or perhaps she had just imagined it -- his reply came swiftly, "Great. We can start tomorrow, on Monday. Please present yourself at our clinic no later than 1 PM. Inform your family members and friends that you will be unavailable for the next 5 days -- you will be sleeping at the research center. You will return on Friday evening at 6pm." "Should I bring anything other than clean clothes and toiletries?" "You do not need to bring anything at all. We will provide everything". Sarah thought that sounded a bit odd, but didn't take much notice. Her mind was still focused on the money, and if anything seemed at all out of the ordinary she could simply walk right out the door. She attempted to sound chipper and confident, "Great, I will see you tomorrow then." "Thank you for your interest. We look forward to meeting you tomorrow". Part II. The Clinic Sarah knocked three times on the door. The building looked less like a medical center and more like a house. She was excited, but anxious. Everything had been taken care of -- she had told her roommate that she would be away for a few days and switched shifts at her part time job at the library. She had also texted Adam, her boyfriend, to let him know she would be unavailable that week. That had not gone as well as she'd hoped. Sarah went over the text exchange in her mind: Hey Adam! I am going to be away until Friday because I am participating in a psychological study. Want to catch a movie Friday night when I return? Adam had replied: Sure. Who is organizing the study? Sarah couldn't remember the name that was on the poster -- was it CBC Research? So she replied: Some research center. They're offering $5000! She expected Adam to be fairly impressed with her find. So his response surprised her: Which one? You should probably look into them first to make sure you aren't being scammed. This message made Sarah nervous. Maybe she was being scammed. Maybe there was no hope for her to pay off her student debt. But then another thought came to her: maybe Adam was just jealous that she had found a way to get rid of debt quickly and painlessly. They were both struggling month after month with school tuition, rent and food. How often had they talked about a simple solution to their problems? That must be it. He was jealous that she had thought of this and not him. She pushed the fears the text message had implanted out of her mind. Standing now in front of the research center, she couldn't help but notice that it looked more like a house. Adam's concerns tickled the back of her mind. She had expected a small clinic, not a private residence. Before she had time to consider leaving, the door opened an orderly greeted her. "You must be Sarah. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Robert - We spoke by phone." The orderly wore pastel green scrubs and was, to put it simply, handsome. He was tall, maybe six feet, and his posture permitted the faintest hint of well built chest and arms to strain the light fabric of his top. His dark brown hair was short but well manicured, and his long lashed amber eyes peered down at her with obvious intelligence and just the right amount of arrogance. His features, young and slender carried a five o'clock shadow well. Sarah felt herself grow meek before him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Robert. I'm Sarah," she said in a voice that waivered slightly. They shook hands. "Allow me to take your coat - and come in!" Sarah handed Robert her parka and walked into the building. She placed her boots on a mat near the door. The hospitality she was being afforded so far smothered her doubts and, as Sarah looked around, the last of her fears were put to rest. The room she had stepped into looked identical to the waiting room of a doctor's office: tile floors, plastic chairs, non-descript water colours and dispersed magazines. Directly in from of her was a closed door with a plastic window. Through the window, she could see the blurry outline of examination rooms. The only aspect of the place that seemed different from a doctor's office was the curved wooden staircase on the left. This looked more like that of a house. "Perhaps it leads up to the rooms where the patients sleep," she wondered. "Sarah, why don't you take a seat in our waiting room. I'll be back shortly with some tea and the papers we need to go through before we can get started". "Sure," Sarah said. She eased into one of the plastic chairs and plucked a Time from the pile of dog-eared magazines that seemed to populate every doctor's office in the world. Robert returned a few minutes later with a teapot, two cups and a clipboard. Sarah put down the magazine. Robert delicately placed these items on the table before the plastic chairs, followed by a cup of tea. He then gestured to the clipboard: "This is the contract you must sign if you wish to participate in our study. Let me summarize it for you: in short it says that you must stay here for three days time and willingly participate in all testing activities. In exchange you will be compensated with $5000. By signing this form, you agree not to leave before the experiment is completed. Is this clear?" Sarah nodded and read the contract herself for good measure. Thinking of how exciting it would be to be debt free, she signed the dotted line and dated the form. She then returned it to Robert. "Thank you" he said in his sugary voice. I will give these forms to Dr. Kremis and will return for you shortly. Do you have any questions for me at this time? Sarah thought for a moment, and then asked: "What type of research will I be participating in?" Without skipping a beat, Robert replied: "Dr Kremis is interested in physical response to sensory and auditory stimulation". Sarah nodded. "Do you have any other questions?" She shook her head. "Great. I will be with you during all of the examinations and tests while you stay here at AD Research. If at any time you have a question, you should feel free to ask me. Please direct all of your questions to me though, not to the doctor. It is best that way." Robert left the room and Sarah returned to her magazine. She flipped through the battered pages, her mouth suddenly dry. She remembered little of what she read, and sighed in relief when he returned a few minutes later. "Please follow me, Sarah. We will begin your examination now." Sarah walked through the open door that Robert held and entered a short corridor. On the right were 5 examination rooms. On the left was a large bookcase filled with overflowing medical files. It looked like an ordinary doctor's office. Robert led Sarah into the first examination room. "There is a hospital gown on the bed. Please put it on. I will return in a few minutes." Robert closed the door. Sarah stripped, feeling a bit nervous for a reason she couldn't quite pinpoint. The examination room was sparsely decorated but had all the typical paraphernalia of a physician's office. Little glass jars held tongue depressors and balls of gauze, and sickly bio-hazard container accompanied a clear plastic container of fresh syringes. There was a single mirror in the far corner, and Sarah looked herself over as she measured the gown against her naked body. She was small and lithe, standing only 5"2. Her perky breasts were a bit smaller than she liked, but they still stood out on her lean body. Her skin had a hint of tan that suited her wavy, chestnut brown hair. She was pretty, but had always dressed like a librarian - and not the sexy kind. Adam frequently mentioned that her frumpy fashion sense concealed curvaceous hips and a thick, firm ass. It was her favorite feature, and she turned to admire herself in the mirror as she slipped the paper gown on and sat on the bed. Sarah made a face at the mirror to ease her anxiety, and noticed with pleasure the thick pout of her rosy lips and the clear blue of her eyes. She hoped Robert had noticed too. The room was cold and she suddenly felt a bit sheepish. She was sure her hard nipples were visible through the thin paper. She sat erect on the bed, waiting. Robert knocked, then entered, carrying a clipboard. He sat down on the rolling chair in the left of the room, a chair placed before an oak desk. He coughed into his balled fist, "I will start by going through the order of events for the day. First I am going to get your background information, which is useful for our data collection. Then, Dr. Kremis will come in and we will conduct a medical examination. After the examination, we will run your first tests. After the tests, you will be served supper and have some free time in your room to watch television, read and rest. We will recommence testing tomorrow morning afternoon. Is everything clear?" Sarah nodded. "Great," he said smoothly as ever. "Then let's begin". "Name?" "Sarah" "Age?" "20" "Eating habits?" "Good. I'm vegetarian, but have never been anemic." "Any medical complaints?" "No." "When did your menstruations start?" "When I was 14." She tried not to grow red. "Have you ever had an operation?" "Just once to take my appendix out." "Are you on any medication?" "Birth control" "Do you drink or smoke?" "Just recreationally." "Any psychological disorders or chronic medical conditions?" "No" "Are you sexually active?" "Yes" "What type of activities do you do?" She had never been asked this question before by a doctor and felt suddenly shy. Robert looked dead serious though, and not the slightest bit uneasy. He may as well have been asking her about her favorite brand of shampoo. "Umm...touching and oral..." "No penetration?" "Not yet," she said in a small voice. "Are you a virgin?" "Yes" she said, extremely red now. "Do you masturbate?" Sarah said nothing. "Sarah, you agreed to participate willingly in our study. So I will ask you again, do you masturbate?" His soft face acquired a sort of hardness Sarah had not previously detected. "Yes" she whispered. "That is all, then" Robert said. "I will return shortly for your medical exam." Robert closed the door behind him. Sarah felt on edge now. Those questions had made her uneasy -- she didn't like talking about sex with anyone other than Adam, and she was even a bit shy with him. "Chill out," she told herself. "They're doctors, they have to ask those sorts of things." She took some steady breaths to calm herself . She let herself think about Adam, his beautiful messy hair, his piercing eyes and his strong but loving grasp. She already missed him. A few minutes later, the door opened. Robert walked in. A young man with striking green eyes followed in his wake. He was dressed in a flawless white lab-coat. She had never thought such an inocuous garment could convey such authority, but there it was. "Sarah, this is Dr. Kremis". Dr Kremis put out his hand, but did not make eye contact with her. He shook her hand vigorously. "Dr. Kremis had read your file and will now begin your examination." Sarah nodded. "Please step down from the examination bed." Sarah hopped down. "Undress the patient." Dr Kremis said flatly. Before Sarah knew what was happening, Robert was behind her, lifting the paper gown off her head. She was naked and cold before these two strange men. Her nipples grew harder. She was shivering. "Weight" Dr Kremis said. Robert led Sarah onto the scale in the room and she followed obsequiously. "112 pounds" Robert said. Dr Kremis scribbled this down. Sarah was led off the scale. "Blood pressure" Dr Kremis said again. Robert attached a cuff around her arm. "107" he said. "Heart rate" said Dr Kremis. Robert pulled a stethoscope out of his pocket and placed it on her breast. Sarah felt a strange chill travel through her as the cold metal made contact with her nipple. "102" "Measurements" said Dr Kremis. Robert whipped a metal ruler out of his pocket placed it between her two eyes. He called out a number and quickly moved the ruler between her two ears, her hareline and chin, taking the most unusual measurements of her face, all the while calling out numbers that Dr Kremis quickly recorded. Soon the ruler left her face and he took other measurements: distance between shoulder blades, chin to navel, nose to feet, nipple to nipple. Sarah felt like a piece of cattle being appraised. She felt increasingly uneasy. "Get up on the bed,"said Robert. Sarah felt herself relax. The measurements must be over now. "Open your legs," he said. Terrified, she did as she was told. Robert brought the collapsing ruler between her legs and began opening and closing it, taking all sorts of measurements. He muttered numbers that the doctor took down. As Robert continued to measure her, Sarah felt some strange begin to happen. She noticed that her cheeks were warm and that she was beginning to grow wet. "Patient is secreting, doctor" said Robert. Sarah flushed. Dr. Kremis noted this too. "You may close your legs now Sarah," said Robert walking away. She did, shivering from shame, fear -- and something else she could not not identify. "Come take a look at the measurements a moment," Dr Kremis said. Sarah turned over onto her side and watched Robert join the doctor at the desk. She then heard him mutter in a low voice, "Do you think she is too tight for the tests to function?" Robert was silent a moment. "Borderline," he responded softly. "I say we give it a go anyway." Sarah could not begin to fathom what they were discussing. "Great," said Dr Kremis in a normal tone now. "That leaves only the sensitivity testing". Robert opened a cabinet under the examination table and took out an electric box with probes attached. He stuck probes to her ear, neck, nipples, nose, and tummy. "Open your legs" said Robert. Sarah spread them open and he attached another one to her clit and placed one deep inside her cunt. She felt it grow wetter. He placed another on her anus. Dr Robert pressed a button on the machine. "High sensitivity readings on her ears, nipples, clitoris and vagina." He said mechanically. Dr. Kremis took all this down. Robert removed the probes. "We will come back in a few minutes for testing," said Robert. Then he and Dr Kremis left the room. The door slammed shut. Sarah sat up as soon as they left. A damp stain had formed on the parchment covering the hospital bed, beneath the place where her legs had opened. She felt disgusted with herself and violated. She knew now that Adam was right, this was no ordinary psychological study. She had been hoodwinked. But just thinking of Adam made her feel worse. His warm face came to her suddenly, and she had wanted nothing more than to be held in his arms. But she was completely unworthy of him. They had promised to be faithful to each other, and here she was, a slut, her body telling doctors she was theirs. She felt sick. She understood now that the tests concerned her sexuality. She wanted no part in this. Not even $5000 was worth this feeling of complete violation, horror and shame. She needed to get out. She knew she didn't have long to act. She quickly dressed and turned the doorknob. It was locked. Her breathing quickened. She looked around the room for a window -- there was none. She had only one other choice: she would have to make a run for it when Dr. Kremis and Robert opened the door. She waited, her back flat against the wall next to the door. She heard footsteps approaching. The door opened. Dr Kremis entered. Sarah bolted. Robert tackled her to the ground. He was waiting for her in the hallway. "Patient attempted to make an escape." He called to Dr Kremis. "I've got her". Robert lifted Sarah as though she weighed no more than a pillow and flung her onto the examination room table. "Usually takes them a few more hours before they try to escape" Dr Kremis noted. Robert started to undress Sarah, but she fought back kicking and spitting and screaming. "Doctor, I think I better use the restraints". "Yes, I suppose so. Though I do like to wait until the second day to take those out." Before Sarah could understand what was happening, Robert had blindfolded her. He put her arms above her head and secured them in cold metal restraints that must have been attached to the bed. She continued to struggle, but Robert was much stronger than her. He ripped her clothes off her body. And pulled her leg wide. They too were placed in metal restraints. Sarah screamed. "Get the patient to shut up Robert". Sarah felt some sort of gag being forced into her mouth. "Well now that that is sorted out, we'd best start the testing. Insert the moisture detector". Sarah felt a small, slender instrument resembling a q-tip being inserted in her cunt. She squirmed but it was no use. "Start the music" said Kremis. A tape player clicked and a piano concerto started. "I will start with the ears", said Kremis. "Stand by the moisture detector and take measurements I don't want to miss anything". Sarah felt her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly she felt a soft feeling on her ears, moist and smooth. Like lips. But a bit less authentic. It moved in and out of each crevice gently, soft as rain. She felt her cheeks growing warm. "Arousal has started," noted Robert. "Patient responding with high moisture readings to the vaporizer." Sarah suddenly remembered where she was -- those were not Adam's lips on her ear, but some medical instrument. She felt shame wash through her again as she felt her arousal glistening on her swollen lips. "I will use the electrolizer on the right ear now," said Dr Kremis. Suddenly she felt a searing pain in her ear. Sarah screamed, but no sound came out. The pain stopped, and the lovely feeling on her left ear continued. The pain started again. But this time it felt different -- strangely -- pleasurable. She started sighing deeply. "Patient's arousal level increasing with inclusion of pain element. Secretions high." "Excellent. I will add the nipple stimulation". Sarah felt her nipples pinched between something that felt like a clothespin. She screamed, but, to her surprise, it was not a yelp of pain. It was a moan of pleasure. "Arousal level increasing steadily doctor. Patient's secretions are dripping everywhere though..." She felt her juices dribbling between her legs to gather between the bed and her ass. "I will add the clitoral stimulation quickly so as not to lose momentum" A buzzing started between Sarah's legs. Her pleasure grew and grew -- she felt far away from the office, from the world, she was just melting into a pool of pleasure. Her body was heaving up and down and she was moaning and sighing deeply. The music reverberated in her mind. She had become nothing more than an animal. Masochistica Concerto Ch. 01 "Quickly -- insert the penetrator" Sarah felt something rip inside her, and she shrieked. But then was full and alive and her body nothing but a tool for pleasure. She felt her mind explode as she became as full as the world itself. Her whole body trembled as her cunt clenched fiercely on whatever had entered her. "Orgasm achieved," Robert said flatly. Suddenly all sensation and the music stopped. Sarah felt very weak, like she had died. She never wanted to move again. She felt the restraints removed and her blindfold undone. She opened her eyes and tried to sit up. She felt dizzy. Her body was limp and her legs were soaked in her arousal and in blood. She was in a daze. "Bring her to the showers." "Come with me," said Robert, opening the door. Sarah obsequiously followed. The rest of the evening was a bit of a daze. Sarah knew she washed, knew she went to her room and put on a thick robe, knew she was served warm broth, but the order of the events were a blur. Her defenses were down and she did whatever she was told. She slept deeply. Part III: The Second Day She awoke to the sun pouring in through the window. She couldn't remember where she was. Suddenly, she noticed something was strange. Her hand was in her panties and she was wet. Sarah sat up abruptly -- she never fondled herself in her sleep. Where was she? Then everything came back to her -- the examination, the penetration, the testing. Nausea flooded over her. She was a dirty slut, getting off to these medical tests. What would Adam think of her now? She had accepted the penetrator eagerly, but had been too nervous still to take his own cock inside her. She had lost her virginity to a machine. She was utterly humiliated. "I have to make a run for it now," she thought, "Before they turn me any worse." But the room was windowless and the door was locked. Sarah looked for a phone, but there was none to be found. So she ate the toast and eggs set beside her bed. The clock on the wall next to her bed said 11:00 - strange. Sarah never slept in late. Suddenly, there was a quick rapping and the door and it opened. Robert, dressed once again in scrubs, walked in. He was holding a paper hospital gown. "Good morning, did you sleep well?" Sarah nodded. "I am glad to see you are enjoying your breakfast. When you have finished eating, put this gown on. I will come back at 12:30 to bring you to your next session of testing. You may use this time to read, watch television or rest. You will notice that the bookshelves in this room are well stocked. It is important that you have digested property before the next session. Do you have any questions?" "Can I leave?" Sarah ventured. "You know you can't as well as I do. You signed the contract." He said, his tone bored. "Can I use a phone?" she tried. "Ah, the contract also indicated that, for the duration of your stay, you would have no communication with the outside world." He paused. "Anything else?" Sarah shook her head. "Then I will be back at 12:30 to fetch you". Robert closed the door. Sarah heard the lock click behind him. "What am I going to do?" Sarah wondered. Her appetite was waning, but the plate still had two pieces of toast. "My only hope is to try to make a run for it when he comes to get me. I'll go down the stairs and straight out the front door." She knew it would be difficult, but saw no other option. Robert returned, as promised, at 12:30. Sarah had mustered the courage to finish her breakfast and was dressed in the hospital gown. When Robert entered the room, she hoped out of bed and stood erect. "I'm ready." She said, perhaps a bit too chipperly. Robert closed the door behind him. "Excellent," said Robert, closing the door behind him. "Before we leave I need you to give me your hands". Confused, Sarah placed her hands before her, and then saw Robert remove a silver flash of handcuffs from his pocket. Quickly, she placed her hands behind her, before he could grasp them. Robert stayed calm. "There is no need to make things more difficult than they already are. I am much bigger and stronger than you. You will wear these because I have decided you need to". Unsure of what to do, Sarah did the first thing that occurred to her: she tried to slip under the bed. The bed appeared to be bolted to the floor, and if she only could snake her way to a place where Robert could not reach her... But as she crawled beneath the bed, she felt Robert tugging at her feet. Try as she might to pull herself deeper under the structure, she was quickly losing ground. Robert had her ankles, then her calves, then her knees. She yelped as his large grip enveloped her hips, fingertips only inches from her pubic mound. She was on the carpet now, screaming. Robert threw his body on top of her own, and threw her hands above her head, clipping them rapidly into the cuffs. Instead of releasing her though, he remained on top of her, his legs straddling her waist. Her cheeks flushed as she felt his package pressing against the rise of her breasts. His smell, sweat and male musk, filled her nostrils and clouded her thoughts in a moment of animal want and submission. "Feel the weight of my body, Sarah. Feel your lungs collapsing beneath my weight. Remember this feeling the next time you attempt to disobey orders. I am bigger than you. Stronger than you. You are mine." Sarah was struggling for breath now, but she could no longer ignore the strange sensation running through her. Some alien part of her liked Robert's body atop her, wanted him to stay there. Robert smelled the air, his handsome features splitting into a lascivious smirk. "Come with me, patient," he said standing up, and dragging her by the cuffs. Sarah hated every inch of herself as she followed. When they arrived in the examination room, Dr. Kremis was waiting for them. Sarah did not struggle as Robert slipped the gown off her head, flung her like a package onto the examination table, clipped her hands and feet to the restraints and blindfolded her. She did not even flinch as Robert placed the moisture detector deep inside her cunt. She was mustering all of her inner energy to revolt in the only way she knew. "I may not be able to escape from here," she thought. "But this time, I won't let them get the best of me. I won't respond to their creepy machines, won't give them the satisfaction of making me come. I need to keep myself for Adam. This is the only way I know to save my dignity." Sarah took deep breaths as the music began and focused all of her mental energy on the least arousing topic she could think of: child starvation. She filled her mind with images of skinny children, crying because they had no food to eat - children filling their mouths with dirt to have the mere sensation of fullness. She was so desperately focused that she did not notice the soft feeling on her left ear. "Patient is not secreting " she heard Robert say quizzically. But she did not let herself focus on these words. It was a small victory. She suddenly felt a sharp pain on her right ear. This jolted her out of her focus, but she brought it back quickly. A few moments later, the pain came again, and again. She brought her focus back. "Still no secretions," said Robert, sounding angry this time. "Well, I suppose there is one way we can fix that..." she heard Dr Kremis say distantly. The pain on her right ear returned, a deep burning pain, and this time it did not disappear as soon as it had come. "Pull your focus back in," Sarah told herself. But the pain was too extreme, she could not. She started to scream, and felt a gag roughly fitted against her parted lips. The pain was unbearable and she could no longer control her thoughts. She became aware of the smooth soft feeling on her left ear joining the excruciating pain on her right ear, and it was as if a river of lava had met an ocean with hissing smoke. Her muffled screams became deep, guttural sighs of pleasure. Her body shuddered and a sudden flood of juices quirted violently from her cunt. "Heavy secretions!" Robert noted enthusiastically. "We must move quickly now." Sarah felt a soft buzzing envelop her clit and she was moving her body rhythmically against the air now, her ear was in searing pain and she was loving every moment of it. Some distant part of her mind hated herself, but she had no energy to listen to what it wanted. She felt her inner animal, a mindless sexual creature, actively smothering it. Suddenly, something thick was forced deep into her cunt. She wailed and her consciousness shattered entirely. "Orgasm achieved," said Dr Kremis triumphantly. The music stopped. The blindfold was removed and Sarah looked about her. She was restrained in the bed. Surrounding her were a series of four bizarre instruments. Sarah sat up and looked between her legs in horror. Last she remembered, she was thinking of children in Africa. Now she was sitting in a sea of her arousal. She was sobbed in disgust. Noticing her horrified look, Robert said in a satisfied voice, "The patient really enjoyed that, didn't she?" Sarah said nothing. She knew she had lost. Part IV: The Rest The next day passed much like the previous one. Sarah awoke at 11, ate breakfast, dressed in the hospital gown, then was escorted by Robert down to testing. Except the next day, she did not attempt to resist. In fact, she spent all of her energy on avoiding thought. She did not want to think about who she was, where she was, or what she was doing. It was easier to let Robert and Dr. Kremis tell her what to do. It felt good to obey them, and easier to let herself be carried away by the ecstatic feelings the tests inspired. Adam's face came to her occasionally, but she pushed it deeply inside her, begging to forget it. After testing, Sarah showered and was escorted to her room. There she was served soup, watched television, and slept. When Robert opened the door to Sarah's room on Thursday morning, he was not holding a hospital gown. "No testing today," he explained. "Patients need a day of rest during the experimentation. You are free to spend the day reading or watching television. Ring the bell if you need to leave the room to use the bathroom. All meals will be brought to you. Any questions?" Sarah was sitting in her bed eating breakfast as she heard these words. They did not register. "No testing?" she asked dumbly. "No testing. You will have your final test tomorrow, and then we will release you. Take advantage of your day off!" Robert then left without another word and closed the door. Sarah passed the time from 11-12:30 by watching television. For the first time in her life, she was preferring television to books. Television kept her mind numb. At 12:45 she began to get restless. She couldn't seem to get comfortable in her bed. She kept thinking of the examination room, of all the warm and wonderful feelings that Dr. Kremis' tools filled her with. She needed them. "Relax," she tried to tell herself. "You'll get tested tomorrow." She tried to relax, but she could not settle down. She felt a warm feeling growing between her thighs. She needed to be tested. Now. Sarah rang the bell, and Robert arrived moments later at the door. "Robert," she implored. "I know I am not meant to be tested today, but can you test me anyway?" "Of course not!" he replied. "It would ruin our methods." Sarah got out of bed and put her arms on his shoulders. She stared deep into his eyes. "Please, Robert," she begged. "You don't understand how much I need the tools in the examination room. You don't understand." "No is no." he said flatly. "You have to wait for tomorrow." Sarah dropped to her knees and started sobbing. "I'll do anything, anything, just to feel that way again." Robert spat at her feet and left the room. Sarah began shrieking and crying. She banged the floor with all her might and yelled at the top of her lungs. When she had no energy left, she crawled into bed, and slept. When Sarah awoke at 2 PM, she noticed two things had changed. Firstly, lunch was sitting on the table beside her bed. Secondly, her hand was inside her. And she was wet. It felt nice and soothing to touch herself, so Sarah closed her eyes and imagined the examination room again. She rubbed her clit as she imagined the cold feeling of the restraints around her arms, the strange intrusion of the moisture detector inside her pussy. She played with her opening and imagined the soft feeling on her left ear and the searing pain on her right ear. She sight heavily, pinching her nipples with her nails. She was melting, and her body was rising and falling. She was soaking through the sheets and she did not care the slightest bit. She continued her fantasy, flicking her clit faster now. She was getting wetter and wetter, moaning louder and louder. Then she forced three fingers inside herself. It hurt and she loved it. She continued to imagine the examination room and the penetrator Robert stuffed her with.... But she didn't come. Sarah stopped for a moment. She always came when the penetrator was pushed in her. What was wrong? She opened her eyes and remembered she was not in the examination room. She was in a bed. And there was no penetrator inside of her, only fingers. She couldn't make herself come without Dr. Kremis' help. Crying, she buried herself under the covers and tried to sleep again. Sarah spent most of the day sleeping. At one point she felt food being forced into her mouth, but then she drifted to sleep again. She slept restlessly, forcing herself to close her eyes again every time they opened. It was the only way she could attempt to avoid the deep, painful ache in her groin, and ache she could do nothing about. Part V: The Coda Sarah dressed quickly on Friday morning after Robert brought her a fresh gown. When he arrived at the door, she placed her hands out obsequiously, eager to be cuffed so they could go to the examination room. But Robert shoed her hands away. "I don't need to cuff you anymore. You won't struggle." Sarah realized he was right, but this made her slightly sad. She had grown accustomed to the feeling of metal on her wrists, had even grown to like it. Sarah followed Robert to the examination room. Dr Kremis was waiting for them. Robert pulled Sarah's gown off her body and she jumped enthusiastically onto the bed. She could already feel her nipples growing hard and her pussy beginning to moisten. She lay flat on the bed and squirmed with pleasure as Robert placed the moisture detector inside her. She held her hands and feet out to be restrained but Dr Kremis told her. "There is no need for restraints or a gag today. We are doing a slightly different experiment". Sarah didn't care -- so long as she would soon feel the softness on ear ear, the buzzing in her clit, the pain in her nipples, the fullness in her cunt...nothing else mattered. Robert put the blindfold around her and she closed her eyes. The music started. Before she knew what was happening, her body was on fire. She felt as if every neuron in her brain had been engaged, every sense stimulated. She was dripping thickly, and felt stickiness flow between her legs. Her nipples were growing so hard they hurt. She moaned loudly. "Moisture readings are off the chart," she heard Robert say in the distance. Her body was rising and falling in tune with the music. She was far away now and guttural sounds burst from her mouth, sounds she did not recognize as her own. Her breathing grew quicker and quicker, her body moved faster and faster. She was whimpering, and suddenly, she screamed. Something erupted from deep inside her. She came. She collapsed like a dead body onto the examination table. A few moments later, the blindfold was removed. When Sarah could muster enough energy, she opened her eyes. The world was out of focus. She waited a few moments, then propped herself onto her elbows. She looked around her. Robert and Dr Kremis were smiling. She was naked on the examination table, covered in her wetness. Dr Kremis was holding $5,000. "Congratulations," he said, addressing her for the first time since she had been admitted to the research center. "Your experiment was successful. I have your money and you are free to go now." Sarah did not respond. She continued to look around her. "But...where? Where are the tools?" "The tools we use to arouse our patients?" asked Dr. Kremis smiling. "We didn't use them on you today. I just played the music and you came all on your own. It is quite an amazing discovery really. Of course, I will need to find other test subjects to prove that it applies universally, but yours was the first experiment to show that auditory stimulation using operant conditioning can create orgasm." He sounded immensely satisfied with himself. Sarah didn't understand. "So...you just played the music?" "We just played the music." "And I came?" she said without the least bit of sheepishness. "And you came." He replied. "And now I have your money and you may leave." "Which song did you play?" she asked. "It's called Masochistica Concerto," he replied. "And who performed and composed it?" she asked, more lucidly now. "Myself." He said, a smug tone infiltrating his voice. "You are a musician?" "I am a man of many talents." "Where can I find this piece of music?" "There is only one copy, on a tape. And it is in this room." "Then can you copy it for me?" "I am afraid I cannot," said Dr. Kremis. Sarah was shocked, "But why?" There was a pause, then Dr Kremis replied. "Because I have in mind another proposal, Sarah. If you stay here as my patient, you can listen to the music whenever you want. If you leave, you can never listen to it again." Sarah expelled a gasp of surprise and fear. This man was insane. "The choice is yours. If you stay here, everything will be taken care of for you. You will have fine food, boarding, all the books you could ever dream of, and no responsibilities. If you leave, you will have your freedom, but never the pleasure that you have experienced here again." Sarah thought this over. She knew she should leave, that if she stayed here in this hellish place she would only sink deeper, only become less and less human. But if she left, what was she returning to? A boyfriend who would hate her soiled body? A life of endless cravings that would never be fulfilled? An eternity of self-loathing? And if she stayed, she could hear the music again. Just thinking about the music made her body ache for it. "I'm yours," she said, without hesitation. "Excellent" replied Dr. Kremis. Masochistica Concerto Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story involves erotic themes of submission, mind control, drugging and humiliation. Rape is a crime and the author does not condone any sexual activity that occurs without the clear-headed and emphatic consent of all participants. The events of this story take place in a world without sexually transmitted infections -- bodily fluids are freely exchanged and protection is not used. The author encourages safe sex in real life. As always, the characters in this story are fictional and any similarity to people (living or dead), places or events is purely coincidental. Thank you for reading, and please vote and leave comments! The story so far: Sarah, an undergrad psych student, signs up for a well-paid study at a mysterious clinic. She is quickly brought to heel by the doctor's brutally handsome and dominant assistant, Robert. The doctor, using behavioral conditioning, trains her to experience sexual arousal, pleasure and orgasm when a piece of music is played. In order to hear the music again, Sarah has agreed to stay at the clinic for further testing. CHAPTER 3: THE TASTE OF SUBMISSION Dr. Kremis awoke at precisely 6:30 AM, as he did every morning, and performed the rituals to which he religiously adhered. He slipped into an eggshell shirt, red sanguine tie and a pale brown suit replete with a subtle windowpane pattern. He soothed the salt and pepper scruff on his chin into a neat beard that softened the piercing edge of his dark green eyes. Many scientists might leave the rigour of method at the lab; for Kremis, the instruments of causality and reproducible result were a means to an end, and that end was control and order. Everywhere the doctor seemed to look, he saw people sick with the chaos of the world, wandering about unsure of where they fit, struggling to find purchase in the moral and social relativism and political correctness of the postwar century. As a young man, he had sought to address the issue of ethical naturalism as a master's student in philosophy, and again as a doctoral student in the psychology of sexual interaction. His reward had been peremptory expulsion from the overstuffed armchairs of academia, his work described by colleagues as prurient at best, and masochistic at worst. Institutions turned their noses up at requests for clinical grants, and continued to fund projects supplying bored and unhappy housewives with euphemistically titled serotonin reuptake inhibitors. Happy pills for the great sea of unhappy people. Faced with the prospect of playing a portable keyboard in dank subway stations, could anyone really blame for selling his expertise to wealthy donors interested in financing his research? Men and women of influence and affluence the world over fiercely desired the holy grail of sexual companionship -- willing and perfectly legal sex slaves. Kremis, a clinical psychologist and a man of many talents, was in a unique position to deliver such a product. If this was the price to continue his research, then he would gladly pay it. He expelled a preparatory sigh and exited his room, making his way down the great winding staircase to his office at the rear of the building. The clinic filled a tall stone townhouse built for another century and swiftly transformed into apartments for young professionals. It had been just one of the investments the initial funding had permitted him to acquire. The other was Robert, a registered nurse who had been going entirely to waste at the local University's Health Centre. Within his clinic's walls, the chaos of the outside world could only rattle the windowpanes. Here he was master. Robert entered, coughing into a balled fist to announce his presence, "Doctor, the two new patients arrive today -- one female, Monique, and one male, David. Did you want to postpone Sarah's testing?" Kremis eased back in his chair, knitted his fingers into a thoughtful steeple and cracked his knuckles, "No. No, I don't imagine that will be necessary, Robert. I am interested to see if the maons and whimpers of the new patients will have an effect on her. We will continue her tests in the afternoon. Have you fitted her with the biometric collar per our timetable?" "I did, right before bed," the orderly replied, a sneer tugging at the corner of his lips, "It was just like you said. She put up a real fuss 'til I told her that we'd take it off if she decided to leave. When I fastened the steel collar to her throat, her cheeks flushed and her thighs got real lubed up. She asked for the music, and I watched her fondle the collar several times before she came." "Excellent, but lets not get ahead of ourselves, Robert. One patient and one test, no matter how responsive or encouraging, does not prove a hypothesis. We have much work left to do, and we must hope that our little Sarah has much, much more left to teach us." Sarah spent the morning in agony. From her room, she could hear the distant screams, shouts and eventual moans of two other patients being tested. Try as she might to read or watch television, every muffled groan of helpless ecstasy sent alternating shocks of jealousy and arousal up her spine, heated her blood and brought a familiar wetness to her cunt. The doctor had said she would only be the first subject of many, but she found herself hating the attention the voices received. She though she had stayed to hear the music, but to her horror she realized she wanted -- needed even -- the experience of being melted and reforged into a creature of pleasure. When he entered her room at around three in the afternoon, she rose swiftly to greet him, completely indifferent to her nudity. It was not that she had forgotten to dress that morning, but that she had found, as she pulled a pair of worn jeans over her full, firm ass, that clothing dulled the thrilling sensation of the weighty metal collar around her neck. Robert observed her for a few moments, his dark eyes brazenly appraising the taut curves of her young body. He could hardly believe that she had arrived only days ago wearing a thick sweater that buried any evidence of her pert, sensually upturned breasts. Her hair, a light chestnut brown, had been cut short to show off the collar and gave her an air of youthful innocence sensually adulterated by the undeniably female curvature of her lithe hips. When he spoke, his tone, cool and derisive, betrayed none of his arousal, "I brought along a paper gown, but since you apparently have lost all modesty -- in under a week no less -- I suppose I'll bring you down to the examination room naked." Sarah's cheeks reddened with humiliation, and she knew that he was correct. Not only did she not think to cover herself when Robert entered the room, but she had enjoyed the feeling of his eyes roaming across her exposed flesh as if she were livestock at market. She mustered a reserve of rebellious strength and shot back, "You've seen me naked at least a dozen times, I don't see the point -- she was here to enjoy the music and could leave whenever she wanted. They needed her for their experiments as much as she needed them. She determined not to let Robert treat her rudely again. For the moment, she simply followed him from the room. Her small heart raced at the possibility of feeling the doctor's tools and hearing his music. The knowledge that he held the power to evoke such powerful sensations with so little effort at once frightened and aroused her. Dr. Kremis nodded once to Robert as they entered the sparse, clinical room. He paid no attention to Sarah. The room seemed unchanged from her previous tests, any evidence of other patients absent. The only noticeable difference was that the examination table had been lowered significantly, so that as Robert sat Sarah on the table, her eyes were level with the counter-top. She tried to catch the doctor's eye, but his cool regard passed right through her, as if she were nothing more than a tray of samples. "Explain to the patient what will be required of her today." Robert took up a stainless steel clipboard, "The doctor was pleased with the results of your tests. Given your willingness to remain with us, your contract stipulates that you are to consent to further research during your stay." He waited for argument, and sneered when she simply nodded obediently, "We previously tested passive response to auditory and sensory stimulus. Today we will be examining the potential for behavioral conditioning beyond physiological response. To assist us, you will be asked to perform certain tasks, and your collar and the doctor's instruments will record your biometric responses. Do you have any questions before we begin?" Sarah shook her head, expression apprehensive but complacent. Robert continued, "For the duration of this test, you will refer to me as 'Sir' and will comply with any request I make, without question. Is that clear?" Sarah nodded again, and suddenly felt Robert's strong fingers knitting her long, brown hair across his knuckles. He tugged meaningfully, "I said, is that clear, patient?" She yelped and tried to struggle free, her fingers clasping his hands to free her hair. The orderly was too powerful, and shoved her arms to her sides with disheartening ease. She scowled and snarled, through gritted teeth, "Yes...Sir." "Excellent," Dr.Kremis announced, "insert the moisture detector and instruct the subject to kneel." "Kneel, slut" Robert spat. Sarah hesitated for a moment and opened her mouth to protest but another glare from Robert sent a prickle up her spine. She quickly knelt on the examination table. Robert firmly nudged her legs apart, splitting the creamy valley of her thighs to permit him unhindered access to her pussy. He inserted the small detector and stood back, a satisfied smile enhancing his handsome features. Kremis observed a nearby monitor and made a quick notation, "You may begin the test at your discretion, Robert." She felt her cunt grow slick at the sound of a tape player clicking, and her eyes dulled to a glassy patina of animal arousal as the music started. Her nipples hardened and she purred as her juices dribbled messily down her thighs to pool between her legs. She started as Robert moved to stand before her and pressed aside the fly of his scrubs to reveal his swelling cock. It was by far the biggest she had ever seen -- it would have dwarfed her boyfriend's -- its thick girth drooped lubriciously from his hand. Unlike her boyfriend Adam, Robert's cock was uncircumcised. It twitched gently as it grew harder before her eyes. A tantalizing stream of pre-cum oozed slowly from the tip, and Sarah had the sudden urge to lean forward and lick it. Instead, she watched in nervous awe as he began to methodically stroke his shaft in rhythm with the music. She felt her body melt as the music continued, the familiar ecstasy erasing rational thought from her mind, releasing guttural sounds of pleasure from her lips and transforming her into a tool for pleasure. She rocked her body back and forth, her eyes following Robert's hand as it kneaded the hard flesh of his turgid cock. At the score's apex, just as she neared the first eruptions of orgasm, the music stopped abruptly. Sarah released an animal whimper, opening her mouth to protest. Before she could react, Robert set the large helmet of his cock against her lips, and she felt his entire shaft pulse powerfully before unleashing a first jet of cum that cascaded across her cheek. It stained her dusky brown hair and dribbled pruriently down to ornament her gaping mouth and heaving breasts. His second wave, less powerful, filled her mouth. "Hold it in your mouth" Robert warned. His seed was viscous, hot and salty sweet, and reminded her briefly of her boyfriend's taste. She felt a sudden pang of shame and sobbed plaintively against the orderly's softening manhood. He took a small plastic syringe from the counter and, pinching her nostrils shut, injected a clear fluid into the frothing mixture gathering in her open mouth. He released her at last, his tone stern, "swallow, patient." Sarah did as she was told, gurgling and spluttering in revulsion. She nearly choked as the cocktail flowed into her belly, and retched softly, disgusted at herself and helplessly aroused by his violation of her. She suddenly felt her cheeks flush with heat, and her mind felt as though it had been wrapped in thick gauze. Her eyelids suddenly felt very heavy. She heard the doctor speaking, but his voice was distant and warped, as if he was speaking from another room, "She is reacting to the drug, arousal and sensitivity readings are encouraging." Sarah felt her body shudder, juices spilling from her cunt to drench the parchment between her legs. She released a low, animal moan from the back of her throat. "Patient is experiencing a spontaneous orgasm," Robert announced smugly. "Noted, you may return the patient to her room. See that she is bathed. Administer repeat doses every three hours." Sarah had difficulty focusing on anything beyond the intense pleasure radiating from her aching pussy, and followed in mindless obedience behind Robert as he dragged her by her collar up the stairs. Her legs felt like jelly, and even the slightest touch from Robert seemed to provoke soft convulsions of pleasure. She spent the next two days writhing in the sweat-soaked sheets of her bed, mind soaked in animal want. Every time her thoughts seemed to clear, Robert would return. As he stroked his impressive length, he would tangle his hands roughly in her hair and command her to watch as he filled a small plastic cup of the medicine with hot creamy cum. Before long, she found herself craving his visits, her tongue darting desperately against the insides of each precious cup. On the evening of the second day, noting her eagerness, Robert decided to toy with her. Smirking from ear to ear, he asked her to beg for her dose of medicine. Sarah knelt at his feet and nuzzled the heat of his thigh like an affectionate kitten, purring in submissive desperation, "Please, let me drink Sir's cum; I'll do whatever Sir asks." Her body shuddered with the sharp pleasure of her humiliation and she swallowed back sudden salivation, drool wetting the pout of her lips. The heat and the strong musky scent of his closeness both thrilled and scared her. He nudged her forehead with the flat of his palm and she tumbled onto her back, yelping. "Show me, patient, finger your cunt and I'll consider letting you have one last dose today -- the doctor left it entirely up to me." He wiggled the clear plastic cup above her head and set it down on a bookshelf behind him. Sarah paused; naked legs splayed across the floor, she was suddenly aware of how little she knew the man standing before her. She thought of Adam, how she had promised to show him how she liked to touch herself, how nice his warmth had felt next to her. She trembled in shame and dipped her fingers into her soaked and swollen pussy, her middle and index parted the swollen cleft of her lips. She withdrew them, a pang of lust provoking a small moan as she discovered the oils of arousal glistening thickly on the tips. Sarah caressed the soft rise of her breasts, emitting helpless gasps of arousal each time she flicked the back of her nails across her painfully hard nipples. It would have been easy for her to close her eyes and imagine herself alone, listening to the doctor's music or squirming under the effects of his delightful medicine. The truth was that she enjoyed the achingly filthy violation of Robert's gaze. She arched her back and rocked her hips against her fingers, splitting wide her cunt for his viewing pleasure. For the first time in her life, Sarah experienced a feeling of complete self-acceptance, each murmur of ecstasy wordlessly affirming her submission to the man who stood sneering above her. Robert approached her and crouched at her side. Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes searched hopefully for the small cup that would provide her delicious release. Instead, he extended four large fingers she soon realized were slathered in his seed. Without thinking, Sarah's small pink tongue darted out and began to clean them. She planted slow licking kisses across his knuckles, lapped at his palm and even leaned forward to suck at his fingertips. The eroticism of her humiliation and the sudden effects of the medicine were too much for her small body. Sarah released an guttural wail, her body trembled in orgasm, and she slipped into darkness. She woke neatly tucked into her bed, a feeling of rested satiety filling her with a simple contentedness she had rarely experienced before. She permitted herself to perform the now comforting morning rituals prescribed for her by Doctor Kremis. She used a small stationary bike for 45 minutes, bathed, styled her hair and applied make-up. As the morning gave way to early afternoon, she felt an increasing thirst for the creamy contents of her medicine. When Robert finally arrived at 12:30, her eyes immediately darted to his hands and then, with shameful hesitation, to the sizeable package in his scrubs. "No medicine today, the Doctor would like to see you in the examination room" Sarah's chest fell and she followed glumly behind the attractive orderly. Only a few days ago, she would have worried about what tests the Doctor might have had waiting for her. Now, she felt like the new-found pleasure of doing as she was told was the only thing that would soften the almost painful ache between her legs. As Robert ushered her into the comforting sterility of the examination room, she obsequiously made her way to the lowered table. Taking the hint, she knelt obediently and permitted Robert unhindered access to her body as he installed the doctor's diagnostic tools. Small clips were fixed to each of her nipples, already erect in the cool air, and the moisture detector was unceremoniously inserted into her slit. She waited patiently for the usual instructions, but Dr.Kremis only nodded peremptorily to Robert, who approached her in a single, intimidating stride. He took her hand and placed it meaningfully on the front of his scrubs. Sarah could feel the heat of his swelling member and her heart fluttered wildly in lust and fear. Robert looked down at her, his eyes stern, "suck." As if her body were on automatic pilot, her grip tightened on the throbbing shape outlined by the flimsy fabric. Sarah bent in, letting her pink, plush lips moisten the cloth in a sensual kiss. A little groan left Robert's mouth, and he closed his eyes. With a little teasing flick of her wet tongue over the tip, she slowly lowered the waistband to reveal his manhood. His cock sprang out and struck Sarah's cheek, leaving a light trail of his arousal glistening on her pale skin. She felt an electric shock run from her soiled face all the way down to her dripping pussy, and instinctively pressed her slender cheek to his manhood, nuzzling it in fevered worship. Her tongue flickered out to lave the underside of his shaft, her hot, panting breath washing across his thighs and balls. "She is responding to the pharmaceutical conditioning," She heard Kremis note distantly. Sarah started to feel pleasure building between her legs, as if an imaginary tongue were lapping insistently at her swollen clit. Her lust-soaked mind struggled in surprise to explain how, without any of the doctor's medicine, she was feeling its effects. Absentmindedly, she delivered a lascivious lick to his glans and withdrew. A thick thread of his viscid drool clung to her lips. She could feel it tumble down to dribble warmly across the plateau of her pert breasts. Sarah realized, with sudden clarity, that it was the taste of Robert's hot, creamy fluids that was provoking the pleasurable ache between her legs. She dipped forward with urgency, her cheeks caving inward almost instantly as she suckled greedily on the pulsing tip of his manhood, every oozing taste of him pressing her deeper into mindless erotic servitude. She could feel the last of her old self-leaking from her cunt to glisten on her shapely thighs. All that remained was the hot, firm shaft filling her small mouth, prodding at her tight throat. Masochistica Concerto Ch. 02 Sarah took more and more of him into her mouth, until the heat of his balls rested firmly against her small chin. She snaked out her pink tongue, soft brown eyes flitting obsequiously upwards to gauge his satisfaction. Was she being a good toy for Sir? Would he reward her with more of his seed? He grunted down at her and she gurgled in lusty intoxication. Her throat flexed against his girth and, although she could no longer savour his salty taste, she could feel his creamy pre-cum trickling down into her belly. Sarah tugged up on his length and descended quickly, kneading his flesh beneath her attentive lips, lewd, wet squelching rising up from her overstuffed throat. Soon Robert's clinical command had crumbled into groans of ecstasy; she could feel his balls swelling against her fingers. Robert released a growl of pleasure; his manhood bucked and twitched against her mouth, and hot bursts of his creamy seed pumped down into her. Sarah's eyes fluttered, rolling back in her head as waves of conditioned orgasm exploded in her sopping wet cunt. Sarah swallowed each spurt of cum with eager submission, pulling back between each eruption to catch a burst in her mouth and taste it before burying his cock back down her throat to milk the next wave from his shaking body, alternating in an erotic rhythm of helpless servitude. When he had used her completely, the orderly withdrew his manhood with a lewd pop, his cream dribbling down her rosy lips and heaving breasts. Even as Sarah felt a sated contentment, she knew that she would now require regular feedings to keep the pangs of erotic thirst at bay, and was now, more than ever, submissive to the expert dominance of the quiet psychologist now recording her trembling orgasms. After a long silence, he spoke, "To whom do you belong, Sarah?" She heard herself reply happily, "I'm yours."