0 comments/ 12892 views/ 2 favorites The Awakening of Kim By: SlaveNano ............ ............. ........... ........... ........... .............. ....... ..... ............ .......... ..... ....... ..... .....beep ........................ ..................... ..........beep ..................... ................................ beep..................... ..................... ........................ .............................. ........................... ...... ......................... "Inject her with five milligram's of hydrotestachloride. Quickly, there's no time to waste." "Yes Madame." "Keep monitoring her brain waves, scan for any sign of neurological activity." "Yes Madame." "Check all the critical nodal points." The laboratory leapt into a frenzy of activity. Two white suited and helmeted figures jumped into action, administering injections, checking monitors, taking readings. The tentacles of an alien creature flailed around the room adjusting metal probes. Dr Sally Nemesis stood calmly and authoratively surveying the work of her team, orchestrating proceedings and issuing instructions with assured precision. In the middle of all of this frenzied activity was a girl. Naked, laid out on an examination table of gleaming metal, wires trailing from the needle sharp titanium probes inserted deep into every part of her body. She laid there, silent, unmoving, a beautiful vision of soft white flesh and golden hair, a picture of human softness in a harsh clinical laboratory world. ............ .............................. .................................. ........................ beep...... ........... ..........beep ............ ............ ...............beep......... ......... ................beep...... ......... .............beep Out of the whirlwind of activity there was suddenly stillness, expectancy, a tingle of excitement. The suited figures stopped work and stood perfectly still. They looked across at each other and exchanged astonished glances. The thrill of edgy discovery mingled with excited anticipation, even fear, enveloped the laboratory. "Shit!" It was Dr Victor Servant who finally broke the silence. It wasn't the most perceptive scientific analysis of his career, but it expressed everything they were feeling. xxxxxxxxxx Victor had always wanted to work with Dr Sally Nemesis and now, finally, he had got the chance. He had followed her career with interest. She first came to his attention many years ago when, as a brilliant student at the Institute of Cyberbotics on Alpha Scrofula, she produced her seminal work on the neurology of sexual behaviour in humans. Her career had blossomed and now, at a remarkably young age for such an important position within the scientific community, she headed the Inter Galactic Council on Neurology. She was at the cutting edge of research into human and alien brain patterns and behavioural science. Her reputation was formidable. She was renowned across the galaxy for her dazzling innovative scientific brain. In addition, she was known for her awesome ability to create teams of the most brilliant minds over a range of specialities and driving them all to work towards her goals. She had assembled computer experts to help her develop the Nano class of computers to run the sophisticated cognitive software she had created. She had achieved spectacular success working with coma patients and recovery of people from death or near death experiences. It was her skills that had brought back to life the frozen crew of the Alpha Centurin space shuttle after it had crashed into the ice caps of Nebulae 2. This remarkable feat earned her fame and popular recognition across the galaxy, and the nick-name Goddess Nemesis. And here was Victor working alongside her on one of the most formidable challenges she had ever taken on. Victor, in his role as a forensic archaeologist, had been fortunate to have been selected to lead the team excavating the site for the new Beeston Hill tele-porter transmitter in Euro-zone Omega when they made this incredible discovery. They had found a girl who had been preserved in molten rock for perhaps as long as two thousand years. It was a fantastic discovery. Well preserved bodies had been found elsewhere but this one was a remarkably perfect specimen. Victor expected that a detailed examination of the girl's body would greatly enhance galactic knowledge of life on earth in the early 21st century. But Dr Sally Nemesis had more daring and exciting plans. She had put forward the astonishing proposal that they attempt to bring the girl back to life. Victor remembered the call he had clearly. Dr Sally Nemesis, whose work he had so admired over many years, appeared on his video link to ask for more information about the discovery and more details about the conditions the girl had been found in. She had immediately tele-ported herself to Victor's laboratory and then dropped the bombshell on him. "I'd like to try and bring her to life," she had told him. "I know it sounds ridiculous and It's a long shot, but I believe I have the understanding of the neurology of the human brain and the technology to attempt it. It might be years before I see such a well preserved specimen again. I can't guarantee success but, if you invite me I'd like to try." Victor was so excited. There was no chance of him turning away this opportunity. It was a dream come true, to work with one of the most brilliant minds of the 41st century in a daring attempt to achieve the impossible. Dr Nemesis's achievements had already caused a stir, scientifically and ethically, forcing the intergalactic community to re-evaluate the very nature of life and death. There was another reason for wanting to work with Dr Nemesis that Victor was a bit coy about. Not only was she one of the most brilliant minds, she was also one of the most stunningly attractive women in the galaxy. Victor almost felt it was unfair for one person to have such an abundance of riches, to be so brilliant and yet so beautiful with it. In person, Dr Nemesis had lived up to her reputation. She was every bit as stunning in the flesh as Victor had been led to believe, more so in fact. Her striking jet black hair, her piercing blue eyes, her beautiful features enhanced with carefully applied make-up and her ample breasts and shapely body all made Victor's heart race when he was near her. Also, her presence demanded complete respect. Her clarity of vision, scientific knowledge and uncanny ability to bend everybody to her will with her commanding voice made her a formidable figure in the laboratory. Victor embraced her presence and had no reservations about her taking control of the project. All he desired was to obey her instructions and he noticed how everybody around her acted in the same way. Dr Nemesis had brought some members of her own team to help. There was Dr Douglas Deviant, who had assisted her on several earlier missions and who, Victor got the impression, had always tried to inveigle himself onto her projects. Victor could acknowledge Douglas's experience and skill as a scientist but was suspicious of him and his motives. Although Victor recognised what a stunning and beautiful presence Dr Nemesis was in the laboratory, he tried his best not to let it distract him from the work at hand. But Victor got the impression that Dr Deviant spent as much of his time ogling Dr Nemesis as knuckling down to serious research. Even when they were dressed in their decontamination suits, under which they were all naked so that no contaminated clothes were brought into a sterile area, he could sense Dr Deviant craning his head to try and look into the large perspex visor in her helmet to see if he could catch a glimpse of her cleavage. He could sense him watching every movement of hers, hoping to see the white protective clothing hugging her shapely body or a glimpse of her nipple pressing against the tight material. Victor felt he was there for more than the benefits of scientific research. The other member of Dr Nemesis's team was Parparomedexicon, or Parp as he was known, who was from one of the moons of the planet Parsee Two. Parp had also worked with Dr Nemesis before. Victor respected its skill; it because Parp was an asexual creature with no male or female characteristics. It was like a giant purple jellyfish, only about three feet tall with short legs, which it shuffled along on. Victor could see the value of Parp's attributes to Dr Nemesis. It was clever and diligent. Parp also had ten tentacles that extended from its blob like body, each with a suction cup at the end. It could manipulate as many as ten of Dr Nemesis's titanium probes at the same time with ease and the sensitivity and dexterity of the cups at the end of its tentacles far exceeded the human hand. He doubted that, unlike all her human companions, Parp harboured any secret sexual longing for Dr Nemesis, which Victor thought must make a refreshing change for her. Victor felt proud to be working alongside Dr Sally Nemesis on such a ground breaking project. xxxxxxxxxx "Is she alive Madame?" Madame was Dr Nemesis's preferred form of address in the lab. "Not really Victor. What we have established is a neurological response from her brain. It's a breakthrough – a remarkable one, but we're still a long way from saying she's a fully sentient being I'm afraid. What's her name?" "We call her Kim," replied Victor. "We can't know it's her real name for sure but we found her with a pendant with that on so we can only assume that's her name. We always call her by the name Kim in the lab." "Kim, that's nice, I like that name. So, tell me again how you found her." "It's a freak of nature, or fate, or something like that. It was a mixture of different things that meant she was preserved in tact. We think she was a victim of the meteor storm in the north of England in 2010. There was the effect on her of the magnetic storm that came before the meteor shower. We think that must have led to the freezing of all her bodily functions. Then she was completely covered by the molten rock that we found her trapped in. If she'd been at the epicentre of the storm she'd never have survived the heat." "How interesting. It's amazing how the fates work to create such opportunities. Strange though it might sound from a scientist, I still believe in such things." Victor continued, "There was another peculiar factor that helped. She appeared to have been tightly wrapped in a plastic coating, a sticky adhesive stuff, which in the early 21st century used to be known as cling-film. That also helped to protect her. That's probably why she's undamaged and so perfectly preserved." "That's fascinating," Dr Nemesis interjected. "So, what else did you find at the site." "Well, that's another strange thing Madame. There were some very odd objects; remains of metal cuffs, hoods, straps and whips and some large equipment. There was a rack, a body cage and a kind of torture chair. It's almost as if she was a prisoner in a dungeon. What's unusual is that our research shows there was a church on the site but what we've found doesn't match any kind of ritual for the religions we know of from that era." "How curious, yet it seems she was an object of some strange ritual." Dr Nemesis laughed, "I wonder what strange rituals were forced on her. And here she is being subjected to more. I wonder if we should just leave her in peace." "It's too late now," Victor replied. "We've got a response. We can't stop now or we could leave her in this limbo forever; it would be cruel to leave her in that state." "Yes, of course you're right Victor. She's lovely, isn't she," said Dr Nemesis. "Yes, she's beautiful", replied Victor. Dr Nemesis, Victor and Douglas stood over her admiring her soft nakedness. "Look at her; she looks so beautiful and serene. All those years preserved in a magnetic field and encased in molten rock and she is still perfect, just lovely." "Yes, she's so sexy," said Douglas. Victor flashed a look across at Douglas. He could see her ogling the girl with lust in his eyes. How could he do that? The poor helpless thing with her mind and body shut down like a hologram portrait, beautiful but untouchable. Professor Nemesis leant over her and gently stroked her hair with her gloved hands. She stared into her eyes through the visor in her helmet. "Yes, she's beautiful. I wonder who she is, what stories she can tell about her life," Dr Nemesis wondered. "Oh well, we come back tomorrow and start work again. Parp will monitor her tonight." xxxxxxxxxx It was as if Kim had gently awoken from a long dreamless sleep. Her first sight was the decontamination suit with its white helmet and two piercing blue eyes staring back at her and bright red lips with the hint of a smile on them. It might have been a frightening and alarming experience if it had not been for the compassion for her in that look. She felt she had seen those eyes before, long ago in some distant memory that she couldn't recall. But she couldn't connect it with anything, her mind was empty. She felt how a hedgehog must feel coming out of hibernation responding to the first warmth of a new spring. Her body was frozen, still locked in whatever nightmare she had fallen into. Try as she might she could not move a single muscle in her locked down body. Her senses were there; she could see, hear and smell but she could make no physical movement. Her eyes were forced open and she was conscious of the dispensers at either side of her eyes continuously letting out a film of liquid to keep her eyes moist as she did not even have the muscle control to blink. She tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was in a giant plastic bubble erected within a laboratory. At one side of her there was a bank of dials, monitors and flashing lights. Prominently displayed on the front of all this equipment were the words 'Techno Corporation of Srofula Major' and underneath, 'Nano Mk XXV'. She could hear the gentle intermittent, but regular, beep sounding out of the equipment. Was it this machine that had brought her back to life? She was conscious of a metal cap on her head with wires, which she could sense penetrated into her skull and deep into her brain, running from it into the computer. She was laid out naked on a shiny metal examination table; her arms by her sides and her legs stretched out wide, her wrists, ankles and mid-riff locked in by metal clamps. What purpose they served she did not understand as she was going nowhere. There was breathing apparatus over her mouth and she could taste the plastic tube and the rubber smell of the respirator. She had no recollection of who she was or where she had come from; senses but no movement or memory. xxxxxxxxxxx Beep...... ...................Beep .......... ..............Beep ......... ............ Beep The monitors and dials of the computer flashed reassuringly. Kim was still in a stable condition. The plethora of wires trailed from the girl's prostrate body to the Nano Mk XXV computer monitoring every movement and any sign of neural activity in her brain. "What do we do now?" asked Douglas. Professor Nemesis explained, "The Nano class of computers was developed with an operating system to run one of the most sophisticated softwares ever created. We have established a neurological response in the subject but now we have to go deep into her subconscious to find a trigger that will get a further reaction." "How does Nano Mk 25 do that?" "Nano Mk 25 is a sentient computer. It stores a record of every human experience and emotion. It relays all of this data into the subject's mind to find a definitive experience in the subconscious capable of getting a response. It's a powerful software. If you plugged yourself in it would drive you insane. No human mind could take in so much data, such an overload of experiences." "How will it work for Kim then?" asked Victor. "It's dangerous for us but in a mind that's closed down it can help Kim find a key experience she can relate to and kick start her brain into normal neural activity. I've seen it work on many occasions, seen people out of comas, bring people around who are medically dead. But, this will be it's hardest test. Just imagine, before us is a two thousand old girl we are trying to breath life into. We've got a neurological response, what we have to do now is build on it." "Can you work out what experience will do that?" It was Douglas again. "Oh yes, to be honest it's usually something sexual." She smiled, "My research has shown how strong sexual feelings and emotions are, they often provide the trigger for this kind of thing. Not always though, football often works, especially for a male subject." Dr Nemesis laughed. Dr Nemesis and Parp adjusted the dials on the computer that would relay the subliminal messages through the wires into Kim's brain. "Poor Kim. She'll be bombarded with electronic messages. We can only sit back and be patient and hope that we get some kind of reaction in her subconscious mind." "What should we do?" asked Victor. "We just need to take it in turns to monitor the readings and look out for any evidence of increased neural activity," replied Dr Nemesis. "I didn't say it was always going to be exciting work," she chuckled. Douglas didn't seem to mind. He looked as though he would be quite happy to sit and ogle the naked Kim locked onto the titanium table all day and get away with doing it under the pretence of looking out for signs of muscle movement. xxxxxxxxxx It was mid-morning on the third day after they had set the cognition software running and Victor was on 'Kim watch' as they had come to call it. ......... ............... Beep .................. .................. Beep ......... .................. ......Beep......... ............... ........ Beep........ Beep....... Beep........ Beep........ Beep...... Beep............ .............. Beep............ ................... Beep............ ............ ............... Beep Victor jumped up in shock. He checked the readings on Nano Mk XXV. He hadn't imagined it; clear signs of neural activity had been detected. xxxxxxxxx Kim had overheard the conversation between the team of scientists led by the dominant woman calling herself Dr Nemesis, but it still meant nothing to her. Her memory could not recall or make sense of anything they had said. She had no recollection of how she ended up in the unusual circumstances in which she had seemingly been found. When Nano Mk XXV started to relay the currents to her brain it was the most bizarre experience. It was like being in a speeded up feely-vision movie. Shots of images whizzed through her. But not just images; there was a full range of emotions to accompany the pictures as well as sounds and smells. It started with images of childhood, a baby being held to her mother's breast, the simple pleasures of playing at the seaside, the playground taunts of schoolchildren, the naive passion of teenage love all flashed past her. Nano would run for perhaps a couple of hours at a time and would then be switched off for an hour to give Kim time to rest and recover from the overpowering input of information and sensations. Later the content appearing in front of her became overtly sexual. It was like watching a porno movie on speed, a bombardment of images of copulating bodies in every conceivable position and setting. There were grunts and groans, the physical exertion of coupled bodies, the smell of male sweat. But, none of this elicited any response with Kim's personal experience. It just seemed like lots of random meaningless pictures of people fucking. Then suddenly there was one image that for some reason caught her imagination. At first it was just a flash but out of all the millions of images that passed through her head this the one carried with it a real presence for her. The Awakening of Kim It was a white masked female figure, scary and sinister, bending over her and those blue eyes staring out at her again, this time through the mask. She could see herself, she could actually visualise herself in that picture. Yes, Kim. That was the name she had heard the scientists use, but could not connect with it until now. She could see herself strapped not to a clinical polished examination bench but to a rough wooden rack, her body spread eagled and secured with iron ankle and wrist cuffs, ropes splayed tightly across her body, digging into her soft breasts. And that masked face and a female body clad in black pvc, leaning over her. It was only a fleeting image. She was perhaps conscious of it only for a fraction of a second but it hit her like a jolt. She felt her heart flutter, her first physical sensation for two thousand years if the scientists were to be believed. xxxxxxxxxxx Beep ................ ............... Beep ............ ............. Beep ............... .................. ......... Beep The readings had settled down again into the regular modulated beat. Dr Nemesis, Victor, Douglas and Parp were poring over the monitoring equipment on Nano Mk XXV. The readings clearly showed increased evidence of neurological activity. Was this really the breakthrough that they sought? "What do we do now Madame?" asked Douglas. "We pull back the data relay to the exact point where Kim reacted, replay it and see if we can repeat the response." The settings were altered and the current set off again into Kim's brain. They waited expectantly. The atmosphere in the laboratory was tense. Was it just an unexplained blip or had one of the experiences relayed into Kim's subconscious got a response from her. They waited, nervous and expectant. They were aware that this moment could be the turning point in their whole experiment. Beep ............ ............ .....Beep ............ ................... Beep .................. ............... Beep..... Beep.....Beep..... Beep... Beep..... Beep............ ................. Beep............ ............... Beep This was the same response that Victor had detected, the same increased pace that indicated activity in Kim's brain. They had been able to replicate the response. A wave of excitement swept through them. "What do we do next?" asked Victor. Dr Nemesis replied, "This is a complex programme and Nano is a sophisticated computer. It has the ability to take the event that has triggered Kim's response, read her reaction to it and then act intuitively to build on it and find new and related experiences. It can use the raw material and develop a whole new scene from it, continually working with Kim's emotional responses." Dr Nemesis entered new instructions into Nano Mk XXV and started the computer running again. xxxxxxxxxx Kim's mind was back in the dungeon with the white masked black pvc clad figure. The sentient pictures being relayed into her brain now were coming at a slower pace and fixed in one setting. It felt as if the computer were working with her to develop the scenes. There were still lots of images that flashed through her, but this time there was a connection with everything that was going on. It felt like this was a place she belonged, somewhere she had really been in the distant past. She saw herself kneeling in front of that potent female presence, her head bowed. She felt fingers on her chin and her head being lifted up, she heard words spoken. "Slave girl, you have come to serve me," and a simple reply, "Yes mistress, Yes mistress." She saw herself strapped down onto a bench. She felt the touch of whip, strap and cane on her bare behind. She felt the gentle caress of shiny pvc glove on her arse sending a tingle of arousal through her and then the sting of the cane again. A touch and soft words again, "there you are girl; you know you must take punishment." She visualised herself in a metal cage swinging from the ceiling, coloured plumage on her head like a captured bird of paradise and the female figure toying with her, tweaking her nipples, making her squeak in pain. And then she heard her inviting hooded men to touch her and play with her. She saw hands passing through the metal bars, touching her breasts, fingers being inserted into her moist cunt. She saw herself in a dungeon, hooded slaves in different forms of bondage with erect cocks waiting for her to relieve them. She heard encouraging words to take the hard flesh into her hands and masturbate them and then to wrap her soft moist lips around them and suck them until she tasted the salty pre-cum in her mouth. Kim watched on as if she were watching a film in which she had the starring role. These scenes were a sample of what passed before her. At the centre was always the towering presence of the stunning cat-suited figure. She did everything she was told, there was no resisting the firm command and the penetrating eyes. She was treated cruelly and was used terribly but it did not feel like that. Kim wanted to submit, it was her place to give herself up to this powerful woman. In the final scene Kim saw herself lying on a narrow wooden bench. She heard the tearing sound of cling film being unrolled and black sheets of it being wrapped around her body and pulled tight. Her arms were at her side and pressed tightly against her, her legs bound together. The sticky substance clung to itself to hold in her soft breasts. She watched as the pvc clad woman worked silently to wrap her whole body so she was immobile and helpless. She leant over Kim, strands of black hair gently brushing her face. Kim wallowed in the tension of the moment, her heart beating frantically. "Today, my beautiful little slave girl you are going to face the ultimate test of trust and servitude. Today, you are being mummified." She inserted a rubber tube into Kim's lips and was told to hold it tightly. The cling film roll was pulled, twisted and wrapped around her neck, over her mouth around the breathing tube, across her nose and finally over her eyes, plunging her into a silent darkness. Kim was completely encapsulated, mummified in a bizarre ritual of servitude to her mistress. "Today, you have demonstrated your faith in your mistress. You have given up control of your body, your breath, your very life." These were the last words Kim heard. She could remember them now, as vividly as if they were spoken minutes ago. Did that dark masked figure know? Did she know that she truly would be mummified, that this was no sexual fetish game but a genuine commitment? Did she know that one day, hundreds of years later, it was her destiny to be brought back to life? xxxxxxxxxx Dr Nemesis went back to Nano Mk XXV and frantically pressed keys. An image appeared on the screen – a white masked face, piercing blue eyes, jet black hair, a black pvc cat-suit hugging a shapely body. "Bloody hell; that could be you!" It was Douglas who made the observation. Victor could see it immediately. He didn't want to say anything but Douglas was right. Admittedly the face was masked but everything else, the eyes, the demeanour, the indefinable presence that Dr Nemesis has, was all there. It was uncanny. Dr Nemesis was taken aback. She saw it too, Victor could tell. She didn't say anything. She just stared back at the image on the screen and the image stared back at her. It had been another remarkable day. The excitement of detecting neurological activity in Kim's brain was one incredible breakthrough but the latest revelations were astounding. They had found a link into Kim's subconscious and could get a response from her every time these experiences were relayed into her. Beep ......... ............ Beep ............ ............... Beep ............ ...............Beep ......... ............. Beep ............ ............ Beep The monitoring equipment had reverted back to its regular intermittent tone. "It's time to break off," said Dr Nemesis. It's been quite a day for all of us. Who knows what it's been it's been like for poor Kim. Douglas it's your turn to be on Kim watch tonight." Victor looked across at Dr Nemesis. He had never seen her like this before. She looked exhausted and pensive. The shocking and eerie similarity between herself and the image on the screen seemed to have shaken her up. xxxxxxxxxx Kim lay there quietly with her disturbed thoughts. She did not know what to make of the day. The rapid fire bombardment of experiences and emotions had been switched off now and see was left with her own thoughts. Something traumatic had happened. She could feel that some button within her inner self had been touched but she did not know how to interpret it. The experiences transferred into her brain by Nano had made a connection with her real past; she knew that. Each time they were relayed back, with their subtle variations and new scenes added she felt a response. But it was so foggy in her mind and her body could still not react to it. Kim was conscious of Douglas inside the plastic dome. She hadn't noticed before because her brain was so disconnected from the real world but she suddenly became conscious of him looking at her. In fact, Douglas had hardly taken his eyes off Kim since he started his shift. She knew he was meant to be monitoring her but this was no dispassionate examination, this was a look of agitated desire and lust. Kim could tell; and she found it disconcerting. Douglas approached her and removed his latex gloves, detaching them from the white decontamination suit. Surely that could not be allowed if this was meant to be a sterile environment? The bare hand hovered over her for a minute as if he was indecisive, wondering if he should really dare touch her. Douglas stroked her hair, gently re-arranging her fair waves over her shoulders and disentangling it from some of the wires. He stroked her shoulders, his fingers brushing over her naked flesh until they came to the delicate curve of her breasts. He touched the centre of her nipple just below where a titanium probe penetrated her skin. Kim didn't know how to object and, deep inside, somehow she did not want to resist. She needed to take in a sharp intake of breath but her body wouldn't let her. The fingers ran down her body and brushed against the soft hair of her pubes. Kim's brain was reacting. She understood what she should be feeling but her body, still in its locked down state, could not respond to the arousing caresses. Douglas stepped back. He lifted the hood away from the white suit. Kim stared back at the first human face she had seen full on in two thousand years. She felt scared at what Douglas was going to do to her in this frozen state in which she could do nothing to resist, but she also felt a tingle of anticipation and excitement. Douglas unzipped the front of his decontamination suit and let it slide to the floor. He stood completely naked revealing a raging erection. The touching had aroused him, turned him on so much that he couldn't control his lusts. Kim wondered what it was about her that had so turned him on. Was it the sight of her soft flesh, the idea that she could do nothing to deny him, the excitement of taking something that was forbidden? Whatever it was, Kim suspected what was going to follow. Douglas mounted the titanium table and knelt between her legs, spread out and inviting. He leaned over her and planted a kiss on her cheek. Deep down somewhere Kim felt a tingle of response. He put his lips over a nipple and sucked and tugged on it with his teeth. Kim wanted to groan with pleasure and pain. She longed to squirm and wriggle in ecstasy but she could do nothing. His mouth dipped down to her crotch and gently nuzzled the bushy hair above her cunt, planting kisses on it and licking her still unresponsive clit. He pulled her cunt lips apart and inserted his fingers into her. There was still no physical response, no juices flowed to moisten her waiting expectant cunt. Yet, Kim still wanted it, she wanted Douglas to enter her. Deep in her psyche was the need to give herself up, to be used. She couldn't explain it but being tied down, her legs splayed, offering herself up felt like a natural state for her. And then Douglas entered her. His hard cock forced itself into her tight un-lubricated cunt. He pushed himself into her with slow rhythmic thrusts. It was the most peculiar sensation for Kim. In her mind she could recover all of the responses she should be making but her body would just not react. It was torture for Kim. Her mind was telling her to moan and writhe and move her own body in rhythm with Douglas's penetrating thrusts but she just couldn't do it. She could only lie there impassively, a prisoner in her own head as Douglas used her for his pleasure. "Dr Deviant, what do you think you are doing?" The thrusting movements in her cunt froze immediately as Douglas withdrew. His cock had suddenly gone limp. "I'm sorry Madame, I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't stop myself." "Don't you understand what you've done. All our hard work could be undone because of your perverted lust. The whole project is hanging on a knife edge and you do something as stupid as this. So, how do you explain yourself?" Dr Nemesis's eyes flashed angrily at him. She had worked with Douglas before. She was not naive, she was aware of his little perversions. She knew how he looked at her and had noticed the leering looks he had been giving Kim ever since he had seen her staked out and helpless on the metal examination table. But this behaviour was unbelievable. Poor innocent Kim, her body frozen for two thousand years, only to be abused by this deviant. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. She just looked so lovely lying there. I just felt so aroused by her." "You idiot Douglas. You must learn to control your urges. If you've damaged her or ruined the experiment you'll never work with me again." ....Beep ..... Beep..... Beep ..... Beep ... Beep .... Beep .... Beep ..... Beep.... Beep "Madame, do you hear that?" Dr Nemesis's reprimand of Douglas had drawn both their attentions away from the monitoring equipment. The neural activity in Kim's brain had increased as a result of Douglas's penetration of her prostrate body. Dr Nemesis examined the monitoring equipment and turned to Douglas. "You are lucky Dr Deviant. You are so lucky. You could have ruined everything. But it appears that your perverted lusts have triggered a response in Kim. What you did was thoughtless and risky, but you've got away with it." .... Beep ..... Beep .....Beep ..... Beep ... Beep .... Beep .... Beep ..... Beep .... Beep The level of the activity in Kim's brain had risen to another level. Dr Nemesis looked thoughtful. "You are more than lucky Douglas, it seems as though the fates are with you today. In fact, this experience has made me wonder whether we shouldn't approach Kim in an entirely different way. You can go now, but don't think I've forgotten about your little perversions." "Yes, thank you Madame." Douglas had a hang-dog expression. He knew he'd had a lucky escape; things could have turned out far worse for him. "I'll keep an eye on Kim for a while now," said Dr Nemesis. "I've got some thinking to do." xxxxxxxxx Victor, Douglas and Parp were waiting in the lab for Dr Nemesis's arrival. She was usually punctual, so this was very unusual. Victor worried that the stress of the project was taking its toll on her or that Dr Nemesis had began to get too emotionally involved in Kim's fate. He needn't have worried. When the opening in the plastic pod in the lab was unzipped they turned towards it and Victor and Douglas's jaws dropped. Gone was the white decontamination suit and helmet, the white lab coat and swept back hair and the smart tailored black suits she wore for business meetings. She stood before them, the mirror image of the figure they had all seen on the monitors the day before. She looked magnificent and incredibly sexy, thought Victor, in a black pvc cat-suit and high heeled ankle boots. Her jet black hair was hanging down over her shoulders. Thick black eye-liner and blue eye-shadow highlighted those piercing eyes. Douglas's eyes were popping out. Victor could see the trace of his erection against the white material of his decontamination suit. Victor could feel the hardness swelling up in his own cock. How embarrassing. He hoped that Dr Nemesis had not noticed. She even had an effect on Parp, whose ten tentacles were floating around excitedly in the air. Dr Nemesis had returned to the lab with renewed energy and determination. "I have decided on a new strategy," she announced. "Recent events," she said staring meaningfully at the sheepish Dr Deviant, "have demonstrated to me that a more tactile approach might be more effective in Kim's case. I am suggesting a two-pronged approach; a combination of Nano's cognitive recognition software and an attempt to recreate the world that Kim inhabited." They were all speechless until, eventually, Victor blurted out, "Yes, of course Madame, anything you say Madame." "Last night I did some more research into the images that triggered the response in Kim and I also went into the stores to look at some of the artefacts recovered from the site. I have a theory," she continued, "I don't believe Kim was a prisoner. I think she was there of her own free will and that she willingly gave herself up to some of these strange rituals and procedures." "So, you mean you are going to carry some of them out on her?" asked Douglas. "Yes, exactly. I intend to link myself up to Nano so that I can read the experiences being relayed to Kim and manipulate them." "Isn't that dangerous?" asked Victor, concerned for Dr Nemesis's safety. "It's risky, yes, but I'm only going to work with the limited set of images. I think I can handle that." Victor and Douglas prepared Dr Nemesis. They took her back to the medical theatre to insert one discreet probe into the back of her head so that she could be linked up with the Nano Mk XXV computer and the cognitive recognition software. Dr Nemesis also told them to remove the titanium probes from Kim's body that were monitoring muscle spasms and unlock and remove the shiny metallic bands from her wrists, ankle and mid-riff that had kept her secured to the examination bench. "Remember that I'm trying to replicate the world Kim came from, so my behaviour might appear strange at times," said Dr Nemesis. She put on a white mask. "Right, let's get to work." Dr Nemesis had brought some basic equipment with her. What had been recovered from the site was in too great a state of deterioration and Victor wondered how she had found these things at such short notice. She started with several lengths of black rope which looked stunning against Kim's white flesh and the silver of the titanium examination bench. Victor and Douglas looked on in awed amazement as Dr Nemesis manipulated the ropes with such dexterity drawing them under the table and then pulling them tightly over Kim's body into a neat row of knots that tied Kim down. She planted a sensuous kiss on Kim, leaving a red lip-stick mark on her cheek. "You belong to me now. You're not a subject in a laboratory any more, but a flesh and blood woman aching to surrender yourself to me. I know you are in there somewhere. Delve deep back into your memory, go back two thousand years to the world you belonged to. I know what your needs are. I know what your inner desires are. You want to submit to me, just as you surrendered yourself up to others many centuries ago. Let me in and I will awaken your passions again." Dr Nemesis ran her red painted fingernails across Kim's breasts, took one nipple between her fingers and squeezed, gently at first and then tightly. She dug a sharp long fingernail into the tip of her nipple. She leant over and took the nipple into her mouth and closed her teeth into it. The Awakening of Kim Beep...Beep....Beep....Beep.....Beep....Beep.....Beep....Beep. ..Beep.... Victor and Douglas gazed on, awe-struck and aroused. Whatever techniques Dr Nemesis was using, wherever she had learnt them they were certainly having the desire effect. Dr Nemesis removed her mouth. Victor could see the marks where her teeth had bitten into Kim's nipples, sharp little indentations that had almost broken the skin. Victor winced. Perhaps it was lucky Kim couldn't feel anything because that would have hurt badly. "You know you want to surrender to me. Let go and give your body up to me. I know you desire this pain. I know what you are – slave girl. Slave Girl Kim. My precious little submissive girl. I'll punish you and I'll look after you, if you just give yourself up to me." Dr Nemesis now had a leather flogger in her hand. She started flogging Kim's delicate white flesh with it, pale from having been hidden away for so many centuries. She began across her thighs, then on her stomach, working towards her breasts and her already tender nipples. She started gently, little laps of the soft leather against her body but gradually increasing the intensity until there were bright red weal marks across Kim's breasts. Dr Nemesis produced a candle, an old fashioned wax candle, the kind of which Victor had only scene in ancient books. At her gesture the lights were dimmed and the lab was plunged into darkness save for the flickering flame being held above Kim's body. The soft light illuminated her in an orange hue. The candle was held over her breasts and tipped gently to one side sending droplets of burning wax onto her tender nipples. Kim could feel the shock of the intense sensation and then the sensuous heat as it penetrated her. The monitoring equipment had maintained the high level of neural response but there was still no physical reaction from her prostrate body. Beep...Beep....Beep....Beep.....Beep....Beep.....Beep....Beep. ..Beep.... "I know you want this Kim. I know you need it. I know I can release you from your mental prison if you embrace the pain.....and the pleasure. That's the power I have over you." Beep .. Beep.. Beep .. Beep ..Beep .. Beep .. Beep .. Beep .. Beep ..Beep .. Beep .. Beep xxxxxxxxxx Kim's senses were overwhelmed. Inside her head the white masked figure was tormenting her. Outside her head she was being tormented again by another white masked figure. It was torture, her mind in battle with her body, knowing how she wanted to respond but unable to. She was stretched between two worlds, being tortured in her memories from all the years ago and being tortured again in the present. She listened to the words whispered in her ear, listened intently to the mesmerising voice calling her back. She knew the voice was right. She knew where she belonged. A flood gate had been opened. All the memories of who she was, of her underlying nature, came rushing back into her head like a raging torrent. Yes, Slave Girl Kim. That's who she was. She had served. She had given herself up to her mistresses and entered her dark, dangerous, dungeon domain willingly, knowing that was her place. xxxxxxxxxxx "We're close, I can feel it. It's not just the readings, my female intuition is telling me we're close. I've another card to play, which I hope will tip Kim over the edge and either bring her back or finish her off." She looked across at Parp whose luminous eyes gazed out of his jelly-like body, his slender tentacles constantly waving in the air. "Parp has lots of uses, don't you Parp?" Dr Nemesis said, smiling enigmatically. Victor was shocked. Surely she didn't mean? The hint was subtle but perfectly clear. Surely she couldn't mean that she used Parp to pleasure her? Parp shuffled over to the examination table where Kim was tied down. It cast its tendrils out across her naked body. Two went across her breasts the suction cups locking onto her nipples. xxxxxxxxxx Kim let out an internalised gasp as the jelly like texture of the suckers latched onto her. What new torment was this? It was like no other sensation she had felt before. They gripped onto her and then the suction cups started to move, gentle ripples like her nipples were being massaged. It was like holding a vibrator to her nipples but the jelly like texture and the subtly of the movement was far more sensuous and much more intense. Every so often a suction cup would grip more tightly and send a wave of sensations rushing through Kim's head. Other tentacles had reached out and gripped onto other parts of her body, two more were massaging the inside of her thighs, another two had crawled under her buttocks and latched onto her back-side. The explosion of sensation was more than Kim could stand. Her body was straining to release itself. She wanted to squirm and squeak, let out moans of pleasure, gasps of pain as the tentacles wrapped themselves around her body and the suckers alternately massaged and nipped her flesh sending ripples of ecstasy through her. One of these amazing little cups would have been enough to send any normal girl into paroxysms of pleasure, but to have eight of them latched onto you tormenting you with their waves of intense feeling. Kim could now recall the myriad of implements and equipment that had she had been subject to in her past life but these living suckers working on her body surpassed anything else she had experienced. There were two more cups that had not yet latched themselves onto Kim's body. The first hovered tantalisingly over her pubic hair before moving down to the top of her cunt lips and fixing itself onto her clit. The second tendril brushed the lips of her labia gently and massaged her throbbing and expectant sweetie before inserting itself into her. Kim felt that her head was about to explode but still her body fought against her. Kim pleaded with herself. Please let me go, let me scream, let me writhe in pleasure. The tentacle was working itself up her cunt, its sucker massaging her insides, toying with her. With the final tendril deep inside Kim, Parp started to play with her, using every delicate touch and movement of all the jelly like tentacles at the same time; her breasts, her thighs, her clit and the inside of her cunt all being tormented. It was driving Kim insanely wild. She wanted release; she so desperately needed her body to move to the waves of vibrating ecstasy pulsating her senses. Then something snapped inside her. Her body moved. Yes, her body actually moved. The three scientists gazed at her excitedly and triumphantly. Her back arched pushing her tight against the rope restraints then back down again and then arch and shake in euphoria. Beeeee eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeee eeeeeeee eeeeeeeee eeee Nnnng... Aaaah .....Oh, Oh, Shit, yes ...Shit ...Ooooooooh, Fuck, Yes, Yes!! xxxxxxxxxx After many minutes and several intense orgasms Dr Nemesis lifted Kim's exhausted body up in a tight embrace. Tears of pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy, streamed down her face. She was alive again. "Welcome back Kim, welcome back."