Sylvia woke slowly, trying to remember where she was. Through her sleep clouded eyes all she could make out was a softly glowing white light. As the haze of sleep left her, fear began to well up as she realized several things back to back. She was not lying in her bed or on a bed at all, rather she was laying on a semi-hard pallet that seemed something like rubber. As she shifted to rub at her eyes she felt a pull against her ankles, her legs were manacled at the ankles with long chains running to holes in the walls. Blinking the last of the sleep from her eyes she noticed one last thing, she was totally naked.
Gripped with panic, her eyes darted around the room. It appeared empty, a white cube lit by the uniform pale glow of the walls. The only features she could see were the bed, the holes for the chains, and a larger hole on the floor the corner. Her body vibrated as fear grew into terror; thoughts whirled through her mind, ‘Where am I? How did I get here? What’s going to happen to me? Oh god, help…’ She found her voice then,”HELP!!! GOD SOMEONE HELP ME!”
Sylvia jumped from her bed and began to pull on the chains, first at the manacles around her ankles and then at the chains themselves. Pulling at the manacles did nothing and pulling at the chains only caused more chain to come out of the wall. She beat on the walls next; they seemed to be made from the same stuff as the bed and didn’t hurt her hands even as she hit them. She continued for some time, crying for help, pounding on the walls and floor, and generally totally lost in a mindless panic until she literally wore herself out.
Exhausted, she lay on the floor, her hands reaching down to cover her chest and the delta between her legs. At the age of ten she didn’t have much to cover, but Sylvia could feel eyes on her even if she couldn’t see anything that could be a camera. Too physically exhausted to do anything else she forced the panic down as best she could, it clearly wasn’t helping. Instead she turned her mind inward and thought as hard as she could. What was the last thing she remembered before waking up in this room?
It had been late on a Sunday afternoon and her family had been playing together at the park just a few blocks from their house. The summer was nearing a close so Sylvia and Celeste were trying to making the most of every day until school started. They had been running around the structure of tubes at slide, making their parents push them on swings, playing on the seesaw. Just a normal day at the park, then right around the time they were getting ready to go home to eat something had happened….
Sylvia strained to remember more but everything got very foggy after that. She shivered, even though the room was neither cold nor hot; what had happened? If she was in this, room prison thing, where were Celeste and her parents? She felt the fear building up again, tears springing to her eyes but she forced them back after only a few sniffles. That wouldn’t help either. Thinking of Celeste especially made her feel oddly better; even though they were identical twins, Sylvia had always been the braver of the two of them. She knew that if Celeste were here somewhere, she would be crying her eyes out, which meant Sylvia had to be the strong one.
It was hard to feel time passing in the room, but after what felt like hours Sylvia heard a sound. It was the first sound she had heard outside her own actions and voice since she had woken up. It was the sound of something sliding. She forced herself upright and looked around, quickly seeing a gap sliding open at the bottom of one of the walls. It was about five inches tall and maybe just over a foot wide. Seeing the opening she moistened her throat and spoke again, “Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? You can’t do this!” There was no reply.
She got down on her belly and tried to look out of the gap but even as she got it to eye level a tray was pushed in through the gap, blocking her view. As soon as the tray was inside she thought she saw someone or something moving on the other side of the gap but it was barely a glimpse before the gap slid shut. It closed quickly giving her no time to even try to get her hand through. Rising back up to sit cross legged she examined the tray. It appeared to be made of the same slightly soft white plastic as the room and had two things on it. The first was food; there was a hearty looking stew in a large bowl along with a large chunk of bread.
The other thing on the tray was a tapered cylinder of white plastic it was about six inches long and half an inch thick. It took her brain time to process what she was looking at and when it clicked she blushed. Celeste and she had been over their friend Jacqui’s house during the summer, and Jacqui had told them about finding something a lot like the cylinder in her mother’s bedside drawer. Jacqui had called it a ‘dildo’ and had told them it was for… Her blush grew brighter as she remembered.
Forcing her gaze and mind away from the… dildo, Sylvia focused on the food instead. It looked delicious; the smell made her mouth water and reminded her that she hadn’t had anything to eat since she woken up. It could have been even longer, since she couldn’t remember anything clearly from after the park. She was about to tuck in when she thought about where the food had come from, it could be poisoned or drugged. That might be why she didn’t remember anything, but she was really hungry… She pondered the food for a long time until she realized that she would have to eat at some point or else she’d just waste away. Bracing herself she lifted the bowl, made of the same plastic as everything else, and took a deep drink of the stew. If anything it tasted better then it smelled.
Without utensils she was forced to drink the stew but she didn’t mind. What she couldn’t drink she soaked and scooped up with the bread; which was warm and tasted freshly baked. When she finished the last bite she looked around for something to drink, only to realize there hadn’t been anything else on the tray. Well except for the...
Sylvia reached out for the thing, tentatively. It was heavier then she expected it to be and she could feel something sloshing inside it. The thought made her blush and send a shiver up her spine. What kind of sickos had her? Who would put her water, or whatever, inside a… a… a dildo? She realized she couldn’t avoid thinking about the word just because it made her blush. Instead she examined the object looking for some opening. Oddly, she found that the dildo felt comfortable in her hand. Just holding it made her feel less afraid and more relaxed which was, in its own way, terrifying.
Eventually she saw that the tip had what looked like a small sealed opening; she fiddled with it for a while but eventually realized she wasn’t going to be able to get it open that way. Something in the back of her head told her what she was going to have to do if she wanted her drink. It didn’t seem like that bad a thing, like sucking on a bottle. She squashed the thought, deciding she wasn’t thirsty enough to put on a show for her captors.
More time passed, and while she refused to suck on the dildo she never put it down either, thought she couldn’t have said why. Eventually, she lay back down on the plastic cot and looked up at the ceiling trying hard to put her growing thirst out of her mind. Sylvia just lay there, letting her thoughts drift, her fear and panic were muted but still there and her mind swam with unanswered questions. She jumped when she felt something press against her lips. Looking down she saw that her hand had brought the dildo up to her mouth. Her hand had moved by itself when she wasn’t paying attention. The touch of the soft plastic against her lips felt weirdly right and the desire to suck on it grew stronger and stronger.
‘I have to drink,’ she rationalized. ‘Not drinking is worse than not eating… So it’s really just the same as with the soup. I’m doing what I need to so I can remain strong. If I don’t stay strong I won’t be able to do anything to help myself or my family.’ It all seemed very logical but at the same time it was hard to ignore the fact that her desire to suck seemed to be disconnected from her thirst. She put the thought aside and let her lips part ever so slightly.
Her lips and tongue moved based on some unknown reflex, shifting to avoid touching the dildo with her teeth and sliding it in deeper into her mouth then she had planned. She wanted to pull it out, the presence of these odd instincts was scaring her, but the desire was too strong. Sylvia began to suck, tasting a slightly sweet and still cool liquid flow from the tip, across her tongue, and down her throat. Her body relaxed as a wave of warmth and comfort filled her, not coming from her stomach but from the sensations of her lips and tongue. She closed her eyes as she continued to fellate the dildo.
The texture of the plastic cock in her mouth felt wonderful, although it wasn’t as satisfying as the real thing. Still. she considered there were advantages to artificial cocks as well. This way she could savor the heady flavor of her sister’s juices that coated it. The pulsing waves filled her mind and everything was perfect. Her eyes were closed but she could feel her sister’s body pressed against her own. The contrast between her twin’s soft flesh and the hard plastic that jutted from between Celeste’s thighs was getting her wet and she couldn’t wait to feel the pleasure as she helped flavor her sister’s own treat.
Sylvia’s eyes popped open and the now significantly lighter dildo dropped from between her lips. Her hands covered her mouth and she fought the urge to vomit. The memory had sprung into her mind unbidden and without context. It had a dreamlike quality, all sensation and meandering thoughts but she had no doubt it was real. ‘God forgive, me what have I done?’ As much as her mind rebelled, horrified at what she might learn, Sylvia knew she needed to know more if she had any chance to escape. She pushed at her thoughts straining for something more, there just wasn’t anything else that she could recall. The dildo had sparked a memory but much like her memory playing in the park it just hung there, unconnected to either what came before or what came after.
Her eyes fell to the dildo and for a frightening moment she wondered if she could trigger other memories if she did ‘other things’ with it. That thought was too much for her; she slid to the floor and curled up, fighting the urge to cry. More time passed and eventually she felt better; to her horror she found she was once again gripping the dildo and this time she was sure it was helping to make her feel better.
After some time she heard the sliding sound again. The slot in the wall was sliding open. Sylvia leaned down and tried to get a look outside but all she could see was the floor of a white corridor. She considered reaching her hand through but was afraid of it getting caught if the slot closed again and even if she did reach out, what would it get her. She just stared at the slot instead. Time passed and nothing happened. Her eyes fell on the tray, and then the dildo still gripped in her hand. With a surprising amount of effort she was able to put the thing on the tray and then, with her bare foot, she slid the tray across the floor and out through the slot. She wasn’t surprised when it snapped closed.
Without the dildo in hand Sylvia felt more afraid and very alone. She didn’t like the feelings but they were still there. Trying to ignore them she walked over to the cot and lay down. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed but she was emotionally and physically worn out. ‘Maybe the food was drugged’ the thought passed through her mind. She had only been lying for a few minutes when the white walls dimmed and the room was plunged into darkness. She was actually grateful for this as she fell asleep.
She could feel the smile stretching her lips as she sat on a cold metal seat. She felt so good, it was like waves of happiness were flowing into her, filling her up and leaving room for nothing else. She could feel movement, a drifting thought wondered if she was in a car but it was soon pushed out of her mind by the waves, it didn’t matter. Her eyes were half closed and unfocused so she couldn’t make out much but she felt someone leaning against her. They were warm. There were other people too, she could hear them talking but even as she heard the words they didn’t really register.
“Talk about a lucky catch, twins! Cute ones too.”
“Don’t get your hopes up this isn’t a shopping trip and you know it. The doctor needs more experimental subjects.”
“I don’t see why, LORELEI clearly works perfectly. I’ve heard grumbling from some of the backers, they think that he’s putting off advancing to phase three intentionally.”
“Not my problem, that’s between the Doc and the big-wigs. I’m just here to do a job, collect my pay, and the special benefits.”
“Whatever man, it’s still such a waste. Still, the Mom’s hot and I’ve got another bonus due me.”
The voices continued but she didn’t care, not about where she was or what was happening. All she cared about was feeling this good forever.
Sylvia woke as the walls of the room brightened. She had a moment of vertigo before she remembered where she was and that brought tears to her eyes. Instead she tried to focus on her dream. Had it been a dream or was it another memory? She could remember feeling so happy and not caring about anything else. Part of her wished she could feel that way again; she fought that part and instead tried to focus on the things the men had spoken. ‘Experimental subjects, shopping trip, LORELI, the doctor, the backers, phase three, her mom as a bonus…’ she was losing some of the details as she tried to remember them, like a lot of dreams, but what she did recall painted a frightening picture.
Had she and her family been drugged and kidnapped? What was LORELEI? Phase three sounded ominous, and apparently she was some sort of lab rat for ‘the doctor’. Again Sylvia was left with more questions than answers and the few things she could think of seemed far worse than knowing nothing. ‘Mom, Dad, Celeste… be safe.” She prayed. Her mind continued to spin, and again time seemed to pass endlessly, if this was an experiment it was apparently very slow. That left her of two minds, she didn’t want to be experimented on but she also didn’t enjoy waiting and thinking about what could happen next.
Eventually something happened, the wall slot opened again only this time much wider and taller. She rushed to it, thinking she could squeeze out, but the chains around her ankles that had given her plenty of slack yesterday pulled short, keeping her from crossing the room. Through the opening an object was pushed inside. It looked like a rounded rectangle with a seat on top of it. The seat had two dildos attached to it, smaller than the one yesterday, pointing straight up. The whole thing was made of the same white plastic that made everything else.
Once the object was pushed inside, Sylvia could see someone was in the hallway pushing the object. The angle was bad but the person seemed to be either small or young and she caught glimpses of a tight white outfit on the person. She cried out again, demanding for help or information but was ignored and then cut off as the wall slid shut. The seam where the slot had opened was invisible now that it was closed.
With the closing of the wall she once again found slack to her chains. She didn’t move though, instead she just examined the object. The presence of the dildos obviously meant it was some sort of sex thing and with two that would mean one went into the vagina and the other went up the butt. The thought made her shiver, but it wasn’t from being creeped out or disgusted. In fact it felt like the opposite, she was shivering in excitement.
Those realizations cause Sylvia to freeze, her mind spinning. Just looking at the thing sent shocks of excitement through her body, starting at her privates and radiating a tingling heat that caused her nipples to harden, her skin to tingle, an her mouth go dry. She felt a growing moistness from her vagina and an odd to place sensation, a feeling of heat and emptiness in both her vagina and her ass. She wanted to get on the thing. She felt drawn to it, her mind couldn’t conceive of why but her body was responding to the sight of it strongly.
Sylvia had very little experience with sex, she was only ten. She knew about it from health class of course and some of the girls in her class, especially those who had started to grow breasts talked about touching themselves ‘down there’ and how good it felt. She had tried it once, just to see, but had only felt embarrassed. Still she could put a name to the feelings flowing through her; she was aroused at the site of the thing, only she had no idea why.
She turned her back on it and tried to clear her head. Maybe it was like the dildo yesterday. The reaction felt different but similar. Could she have used something like this in the past? Was that part of her lost memories? If it was, she was positive she didn’t want it back. She lay on her bed, back turned to the object. At first it seemed to help but the awareness of its presence beat against her mind. Her body was still aroused, excited at the prospect of using the object. The urge grew with each passing minute. Eventually in desperation she tried to quench her growing fire using her hands.
The first touch of her fingers against her dripping vagina sent a shock of pleasure through her. It was unlike anything she could remember experiencing and soon her tentative touches found were it felt the best. Small fingers slipped inside her hot moistness while others found a hard nub that sent almost overwhelming sensations through her body. She rolled on her back and found herself moaning, it just felt so good and despite having never touched herself before her hands seemed to know exactly what they were doing…
She sat in naked in a large chair, legs spread wide. For a moment she thought she was facing a mirror; then she realized that directly across from her was Celeste in an identical pose. The ever present pulsing waves filled her and she knew her sister’s wide grin was mirrored on her own face. A voice began to speak, it was female but because of the pulses she had trouble making out the words it was saying, instead she found her hands were moving from her sides down to her crotch and beginning to touch and tease her private place. There was no room for embarrassment in the pulses so she just enjoyed the feelings and the sight of her sister mirroring her every move.
The flash of memory hit her but Sylvia was too wrapped up in pleasure to let it stop her. She felt like she was reaching a peak of pleasure, like she was so close, just one more thrust of fingers or rub against the hard nub. Only nothing happened, she felt herself close, so close to something amazing but couldn’t reach it. She squeaked in frustration and once again felt the sensation of emptiness in her vagina and butt. The empty feeling grew and the peak of pleasure seemed further and further away.
Sylvia knew what her body wanted, she should never have tried touching herself but now it was too late. She felt like she would go mad if she wasn’t filled and her fingers weren’t enough no matter how hard she tried. Screaming with frustration and shamed by her lack of self control Sylvia through herself off of the bed and crawled panting over to the object. She didn’t know how it worked but her body did. In moments she was on her feet and squatting over the seat. Her hands reached down and guided the dildos into her dripping vagina and her butt. Luckily the seemed to have been coated with a gel of some kind so even the small one for her butt slipped in easily.
The sensation of being filled was totally different from her fingers. More, the dildos on the seat weren’t simple rods like the one from yesterday they were oddly bumpy and curved, they pressed against her both inside and out in such a way that they felt even more amazing. They also weren’t totally firm, they had more give allowing her to shift on them and become comfortable. All this passed through her mind in an instant, because mere moments after she slid herself onto the seat it began to vibrate and buck. The dildos pumped into her butt and vagina making her fingers pale in comparison to the sensations she was now feeling. Her legs clamped around the outside of the object holding her to it and her body sang with overwhelming pleasure.
Sylvia reached the peak of her pleasure in moments screaming out as it crested, but much to her shock it didn’t end there. The machine slowed for a few moments allowing her to bask in the radiated pleasure but then started up again, Sylvia could feel the pleasure building once more and she knew that this peak would be even higher and even greater. At that moment nothing else mattered but finding out how long the machine would run and what heights of pleasure she could reach.
The sensation of being penetrated front and rear was new and all together amazing. The pulses filled her up driving away any pesky thoughts or possible discomfort as Celeste fucked her ass with her plastic cock. The young man who was providing the very real cock in her cunt groaned and bucked inside her, soon matching time to with her sister. She didn’t know the boy and didn’t care in the least. His cock was hard and hit in all the right places. The spotlight they were under blocked her vision of the room beyond but she knew she had an audience and that only made her hotter. Soon she was cumming and cumming her body wracked with endless pleasure. When the three of them finally sagged in exhaustion there was a rally of applause from the unseen viewers.
The world was blinding pleasure and stars, Sylvia felt herself slip from the machine and heard a popping sound as the dildos slipped from her cunt and ass. She collapsed to the floor half unconscious and awash in bliss, unable to think or do anything but bask in it. There were sounds, but she couldn’t look around to see what was happening, not for a very long time.
Sylvia blinked her eyes open; she must have fallen asleep after her ‘experience’. She raised herself up on her arm blearily and saw that the machine was gone and actually mourned its passing. It had been replaced by another tray of food, only this one had a plastic cup instead of a dildo-bottle. She was starving, and as she ate the last of her warmth and pleasure slipped away leaving her cold and scared. The memories; of learning to masturbate, of fucking Celeste and some random boy… they were part of her now.
She even thought in new terms; ‘fucking’ instead of ‘sex’, ‘ass’ instead of ‘butt’, ‘cunt’ instead of ‘vagina’, ‘cock’ instead of ‘penis’. What was being done to her? Worse, she realized… it wasn’t what was being done to her it was what had already been done to her. She was remembering things she had already done and apparently while under the influence of these ‘pulses’ she had enjoyed every minute of them. So why was she here? What was the point? It didn’t make any sense. When the slot opened up for her tray she practically kicked it out of her cell, barely noticing the pain on her bare toes.
Sylvia paced her cell, it was small but she needed to move. She felt so helpless. She decided then and there she had to resist. She would be working against her own body but she refused to give in anymore, no more dildo bottles or fucking machines or anything else. She would show whoever had her that she wasn’t broken. With that thought strongly in her mind she lay back down on the cot, there was nothing to do in the white room but play their games or sleep. Since she had just decided she wasn’t playing any more she was going to sleep instead. She almost cursed when the room darkened obligingly.
She had been packing up the basket of toys they had brought with them to the park, filling it with balls, dolls, a toy car, and some toy jewelry when she felt the first pulse wash over her. It was like breeze only she didn’t feel it on her skin; she felt it across her mind. It was warm and welcoming and she immediately stopped what she was doing and turned looking for the source. She saw that Celeste and her parents were looking towards the street and she turned to see what they were looking at when the second pulse hit. It felt even better then the first and the desire to come towards it was overwhelming.
She saw parked on the street just outside of the park was a large van. Its door was open and there was a man inside pointing something that looked like a speaker at her. A third pulse hit her and she felt herself filling with happiness. She knew nothing else mattered but going towards the source of the pulse. Part of her mind screamed about how wrong this was and about stranger danger and everything else she had learned in school but she could see that her mother was already walking towards the van; Celeste and her father following close behind. A fourth pulse pushed even that out of her mind, she wasn’t thinking of her family or herself she just wanted to follow the call of the pulses.
They only got stronger the closer she got and by the time she stood alongside Celeste and her parents at the van’s side door she wasn’t thinking of anything but how happy she was and how good she felt. The man in the van said something about getting in, it made perfect sense to her, and she wanted to go inside to be closer to the pulses. Soon her family was all seated on the Van’s metal benches and it was pulling away. She barely noticed, lost in the waves of happiness driven into her by the pulses.
When Sylvia woke she shuttered, her dream had filled in more blanks but its implications were terrifying. She had gone willingly into the hands of her captors, like a moth to a flame. Could she resist if they used the pulse machine thing on her again? She doubted it, but that didn’t mean she was going to stop fighting. They weren’t using it now which meant she still had to try to resist.
Waiting for the next… what? Experiment maybe, was a kind of torture. She felt gross, she wasn’t sure how much time had actually passed since she woke in the white cell, the past two ‘days’ had seemed far too short to actually be days but she was still sticky and crusty with her own juices and a bit smelly. A shower would be nice but she doubted she’d get one or at least not one without some sort of sick twist to it. To pass the time and help keep her mind sharp Sylvia started to write letters in her head. She wrote one to the police, trying to describe everything that had been done to her. She wrote another to her parents, wishing they were safe and well. Another was to Celeste, more personal than the others expressing how afraid and ashamed she was of everything she had done both in the cell and in her memories. She was just starting on one to her friend Jacqui when she heard the sliding sound.
She braced herself but would never have guessed what was coming. A small round hole opened in the wall at about waste height. It was quickly filled by a cock and balls; the tan vein organ was only slightly erect and just sitting there waiting for her. She felt her mouth begin to salivate and knew exactly what was expected of her. She was halfway across the room when she forced herself to stop. “NO” was all she said before turning and sitting on the cot facing away from the male organ. Once again her body reacted despite her mind. Her mouth continued to water at first, then after a while she felt a growing thirst and knew it wasn’t for water. She had to grip her hands into fist, feeling her nails pressing into her palms painfully to fight the urge to turn around. Then she felt the same emptiness she had felt the previous ‘day’ only this time it was in her mouth and throat. Her body wanted to be filled, she wanted to suck cock, and drink the cum that she knew would come pouring out but she refused to budge.
She was on her knees pressed close against Celeste. They were both naked of course, and between them was a massive cock. It was mouthwatering. Without prompting she and her sister took up positions on each side of the stiff rod and began to kiss and lick their way up each side before meeting at the tip and sharing a kiss with the head between their dancing tongues. Giddy excitement was pulsed into her and she shifted slightly licking down the shaft so she could begin to worship the man’s balls while her sister practiced taking the large thing down her throat. She could hear Celeste gagging and couldn’t wait until they changed places. Instead she focused on licking and suckling at the man’s balls. Even as she focused on his pleasure, she felt the pulses pounding into her, giving her pleasure as well. She wanted to reach down with her free hands and touch herself but she knew this was about him. She looked up and tried to meet his gaze. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew that if he was looking the sight would turn him on.
Soon enough it was her turn to take him down her throat. Celeste slipped past her and she could see that her sister wasn’t just going for the man’s balls but also going further down, licking at his sensitive asshole. She regretted not thinking of that herself. Still the task before her was daunting enough. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go while still covering her teeth with her lips and slowly slid the man’s cock into her mouth. She teased it with her tongue but a touch on her head told her he wanted more. So she pushed deeper, resisting the urge to gag as the cock slipped down her throat. The feeling was incredible, made even more so once the man began to literally fuck her throat.
Her total domination only lasted about five minutes but she would have let him do it forever. She felt him tense and slid back off of his cock so she could catch rope after rope of sticky cum in her mouth. The man groaned with release and relaxed back in his seat. She turned and faced Celeste and leaned over to share a French kiss, swapping spit and cum with her.
The memory was vile, disgusting, and hot… so very very hot… Sylvia hated it but her body didn’t. It reacted and it became that much harder to resist touching her cunt or better yet servicing that wonderful cock just waiting for her, “No” she yelled, “NO NO NO!” All she could do was breathe deeply and grip her fists painfully as time passed. It felt like hours but finally she heard the tell tale sliding sound again. Risking a look she was rewarded with the sight of a blank white wall. It was the first time she had been happy to see such a thing since she woke up.
She briefly wondered if she would be punished for not sucking the cock but after only few minutes, which she spent trying to rub some of the stiffness out of her cramped hands, the tray slot slid open and a food try was pushed inside. It was the same as the past two feedings except for one difference. Next to the bowl of hearty stew, the bread, and the cup of water was what looked like a plastic shot glass of thick milky white liquid. Her memory told her what it was and she wished with all of her heart that it had seemed disgusting instead of tempting. Still she felt stronger for having resisted once so she finished her food and water without ever touching the little plastic cup of cum.
Again Sylvia wondered if they would do something like not take the tray away or give her more food until she drank it but again she was pleasantly surprised to find the slot opening and no one stopping her from sliding the try and its unfinished ‘drink’ out of the room. She wished she understood what the rules were here. Apparently they didn’t care if she took their ‘bait’ or not. She lay down on her cot but she couldn’t sleep and the lights didn’t go out. Maybe the "day’s" experiments weren’t over.
She ended up being right. Twice more a hole opened in her wall. The first time it was a cock again. Only this time it was the exact cock from her memory. She managed to resist it by the edge of her seat. If whoever was running this show hadn’t given up when they did she probably would have been on her knees within another minute. The second time it was different. The hole that opened was at ground level and was a large oval. Again her restraints prevented her from approaching the hole, that was at least until it was filled by the lower body of a woman. She was naked of course and appeared to be laying on the floor, half inside and half outside the room. Her legs were spread wide displaying a nicely trimmed and very tasty looking cunt.
Sylvia again felt no disgust at the sight. In fact it was actually more attractive and called to her more than the cock had. She desperately wanted to run her lips across the woman’s silky folds and drive her fingers and tongue deep inside tasting her juices and making her shudder with orgasm after orgasm. She had to fight though, she had too… it was hard to focus on why with such an inviting desert spread before her. “I… CAN’T!” she cried out and forced herself to look away. Sylvia was stuck squeezing her fists till they hurt and trying to think of anything else. The idea of trying to get past the woman wasn’t even worth thinking about. She had considered simply biting the first cock, to punish whoever was doing this to her, but she had known then if she got that close to the cock she would have been blowing it. The same problem applied to the woman. She tried to think of something else, multiplication tables maybe…
The slight pressure of her sister’s thighs on either side of her head made her feel safe and happy as she pressed herself deeper into Celeste’s cunt. It amazed her how delicious her sister was and couldn’t believe that before the pulses she had never tried her twins’ pussy before. It was even better when they were laying together in a sixty-nine, even as she licked and suckled she felt her sister’s identical tongue dancing circles around her identical clit. It made her shudder but she wouldn’t be out done, forcing her own tongue deeper, making it into a little cock to pierce her sister’s folds.
Sylvia ignored the memory; at this point it hardly surprised her. It didn’t even sicken her. It did make her want to taste the woman behind her but she fought that urge with all of her might. Time passed slowly, endlessly. Sylvia could smell the woman’s arousal but ignored it, ‘9x6 is 54. 9x7 is 63, 9x8 is 72, 9x9 is 81, 9x10 is 90…’ She was about to start on the tens table when the sound of a shifting body followed by sliding plastic told her she was alone again. This time she didn’t care if the room wasn’t going to grow dark, Sylvia just lay back on the cot and closed her eyes. Sleep came eventually.
She stood next to her sister in a large room, it was well furnished with leather chairs and book cases but she was focused on the older man sitting behind the heavy wooden desk. The man spoke and his voice resonated with absolute authority. “1018a, 1018b you have both done a wonderful job learning your program.”
She and Celeste, 1018a, both spoke in unison, “Thank you Dr. Washington.”
The Doctor smiled and nodded, “As you know you’re not simply here for programming, you are part of an important experiment. While this may cause both of you some distress I believe it is vital for completing Project LORELEI and moving into the next phase. Now 1018a you will go with Ms. Black.” He gestured and she saw there were two women on the side of the room standing at attention. Celeste hurried over and stood next to the woman dressed in black leather. “1018b you will go with Ms. White.”
She hopped to obey, moving next to the woman it white leather. Neither of the women reacted to the presence of her or her sister but that wasn’t unusual around The Institute. The Doctor spoke again, “I will see you both in a few days when the experimental trials are complete, don’t worry things will be well.” She believed The Doctor unconditionally, and when Ms. White suddenly became animated, she followed the woman out of The Doctor’s office.
Sylvia felt a soft touch against her face, a caress. She smiled, still half asleep, until she remembered where she was and came fully awake with a start. Standing over her was her… no, that didn’t make any sense it was, “CELESTE!” Sylvia cried out in joy and reached out to hug her sister only to discover that the chains around her ankles were pulled tight, keeping her from standing up. Instead of getting closer Celeste took a step away from her. Sylvia looked her sister over and realized immediately that something was very wrong.
She could see it in her body language and her expression. Celeste wasn’t her usual shy self; in fact she was displaying her naked body proudly and her face held a satisfied smirk and was flushed with arousal. Sylvia didn’t know what to say, her twin was either still under the effect of the people who held them or worse had been broken. She tried to hold her twin’s gaze but much to her shame her eyes began to wonder over Celeste’s body and the sight of her twin’s ten year old form was turning her on worse they anything else she had encountered in the white room.
“Oh my poor sister,” Celeste spoke then, but it sounded wrong. It was her voice but her way of speaking was off. “I heard from The Doctor that you’ve had a very hard time, but don’t worry I’m here now to make everything so much better. All you have to do is enjoy yourself and the experiments will be over and it can all go back to the way it was before; the endless pleasure of mindless servitude.” Celeste stepped forward and ran one hand down Sylvia’s chest brushing against her nipple and sending a shock of pleasure coursing through her.
“No Celeste, this is wrong…” Sylvia was finding it hard to speak; her arousal was growing just from her sister’s touch. “… Don’t you remember what they did to us? What about mom and dad? You have to fight it!” Celeste ignored her words. Instead she kept caressing her twin’s body with one hand while the other dipped in between her legs and came back shinning with juices. Celeste slipped the moistened fingers into Sylvia’s mouth and she couldn’t resist, the taste was like ambrosia and triggered a cascade of body memories driving her to heights of pleasure.
With her sister suckling on her fingers Celeste spoke again, “Actually 1018b, it’s you that don’t remember. I remember everything, that’s why I’m grateful to The Doctor. I know all about Mom and Dad, last time I saw them they were very grateful too. The whole world will honor The Doctor and The Institute once LORELEI is complete. But you don’t need to worry about that, you just need to give in. Experiment over, and then you can return to bliss with the rest of us.”
Sylvia’s mind spun she was half drunk on her sister’s musky juices and aching with need as Celeste’s fingers drifted between her legs. Her knees spread open for her sister and soon her twin's talented fingers were dancing on her slit. She tried to shake her head, to refute what Celeste was saying but it was so very hard. She reached out and pressed her hands against her sister’s soft, intoxicating body. She had meant to push her away but her hands weren’t listening, they just stroked her twin’s skin and tingled at the touch.
“Mm-mm, that feels nice.” Celeste urged her on, stepping even closer. She pressed a finger inside of her sisters’ cunt and slowly began to finger fuck her. Sylvia was so wet that it slid in and out with no resistance. Sylvia was losing her mind, the pleasure was too much, the touch of her sister was too much, all of her memories of her training had been alongside Celeste, her twin was the cornerstone of Sylvia’s new sexuality and through her all her resistance was going to come crashing down.
Sylvia and Celeste were up late one night in the middle of the summer. Jacqui had been bragging earlier that day that she had kissed a boy for the first time. Sylvia was a little jealous, she was just noticing boys though most of them still thought she had cooties. Celeste on the other hand was talking about what she wanted in her first kiss. “I want it to be really special, I don’t want it to be just any boy. No offense to Jacqui but all she did was kiss some older boy at the pool that she barely knew. I want my first kiss to be with someone I really like and who likes me back. Do you think that’s corny?”
Sylvia smiled, “No Celeste, it’s really sweet. I can’t believe I was just feeling jealous of her. Your way is much better. Jacqui is just in a rush to grow up.” Celeste laughed at that, it was true too. Jacqui thought that life only mattered once you were a teenager and acted as if she could speed up time by acting that way.
Celeste sighed, “Nothing wrong with being a kid.”
Sylvia giggled back, “Sis, you're wise beyond your years.”
With all of her effort Sylvia pushed hard at her sister driving the girl across the room, “NO, Celeste this isn’t want you wanted; this isn’t right! These people did do anything wonderful they took things from us that we can never get back. You have to fight, please fight!” Celeste stood and shook her head and for a brief moment Sylvia saw something in her sister’s eyes, some part of her real sister behind all the things these people had done to them both. Before either sister could say anything there was a telltale sliding noise.
Sylvia’s eyes whipped around and she saw a round hole open in the wall, set in the hole was something that looked a lot like a speaker. She was confused until she remembered the van, “oh no…” was all she was able to say before a pulse of something flowed out of the speaker thing and she felt it rush over her mind and push everything aside. Sylvia tried to focus but she was still shackled to the wall and could do nothing but cry out.
“No…”
*pulse*
“n..n..no..”
*pulse*
“nnnn”
*pulse*
*pulse*
*pulse*
*pulse*
Sylvia came back to herself sitting in a large leather chair in the office she remembered. She could still feel the pulsing but it was some how much weaker here. Across from her, at her desk was the older gentle man, Dr. Washington. She wanted to jump up and attack the man or at least look around for Celeste but she couldn’t seem to motivate herself to move. The doctor, noticing she was awake gave her a grandfatherly smile. “Ah welcome back 1018b… or no, I should say Sylvia. You’ve earned that right.”
Sylvia was confused, she had so many questions but there was one at the forefront of her mind. “What’s going on? Why can I still remember who I am and what you and your people did, when I saw that speaker thing I thought…?” She was surprised she was able to speak so calmly but the weak pulses seemed to push down strong emotions.
“You’re here with your memories intact because the experiment is over. Depending on your perspective it was either a success or a failure. I suppose the backer will think it a failure but frankly you and your sister did me a huge favor in helping me prove to them that LORELEI isn’t complete yet. Still I need to have you answer questions so I can write up my findings.” His voice was so calm and even despite the fact that he was talking about sexually manipulating ten year old girls.
Sylvia thought for a long moment, “What’s in it for me? Why should I answer your questions, help your horrible project?” The doctor smiled and wiped his brow with a handkerchief.
“A fair question, you should help me because only I can give back what was taken from you and your family. If you explain to me what was going on in your head during my little experiment, I promise to let your family and you go free, and wipe your memories of this whole experience. You were never meant to be picked up as toys anyway.” The offer seemed too good to be true and Sylvia’s first instinct was to refuse, but if she did... she’d probably be turned back into a happy little sex toy, along with Celeste and their parents as well. She didn’t have a choice, she had to trust this man.
Sylvia sighed, “Fine.” She then explained everything that had happened to her since she woke up in the white room including the flashbacks and dreams. The whole thing took over an hour with the doctor stopping and asking her questions. Finally he nodded.
“Interesting and in line with my hypothesis. It is so rare that one gets to do a twin study, it eliminates so many variables. Despite casual evidence to the contrary I was convinced that implanting post-hypnotic commands with LORELEI was impossible in its current form. You and your sister proved that, but I’m sure you’re not interested in the details. I will honor my bargain Sylvia. If you’re very lucky I’ll never be able to fix all the issues with LORELEI and you’ll never hear from me again. Of course if I do crack some of my problems… well I’m sure you’ll enjoy Phase Three just as much as the rest of the world.”
Sylvia had just long enough to feel like perhaps she had just handed some very dangerous information to a very dangerous man before he hit a button on his desk and she was hit was a pulse so strong she knew nothing more.
Epilogue
Sylvia dropped her backpack on the front porch before going back to help her father with one of the bigger suitcases. She had enjoyed her parents' surprise vacation but it was good to be home. The rest of the evening was devoted to unpacking so they ordered pizza for dinner, an added treat.
Late that evening Sylvia and Celeste were up late chatting in their room. This wasn’t unusual but for some reason they had ended up both in Sylvia’s bed which was a little different. The chatted about vacation and how they were looking forward to seeing their friends before school started. It was all just fun basic sisterly chatter, when Celeste paused and got up on her elbows looking down at Sylvia. “Hey Syl, do you remember when I said I wanted my first kiss to be with someone I really liked?”
Sylvia nodded, she did remember it had just been a conversation like any other but for some reason it really had left an impact on her. “Yah I remember,” Before she could say anything else Celeste leaned over and pressed her lips against her sister's. Sylvia was shocked at first but she was also surprised at how nice it felt, how right it felt. The chaste kiss became less so when the girls parted lips and their tongues began to dance in each others mouths.
Sylvia was flushed and panting when they broke the kiss minutes later. Celeste blushed, “I’m… sorry I don’t know what just came over me.” Sylvia gave her sister a wicked smile and pressed herself close feeling her twin’s shape through her light summer pajamas.
“You don’t need to apologize; you just have to promise not to tell mom and dad about it.” Celeste started to nod but was cut off as Sylvia pounced on her, pressing their lips together and sending her arms caressing all over her sister’s body. Sylvia could feel her twin stiffen and then relax into her touch, she had no idea where she was getting this from but she didn’t care it felt too good. Breaking the kiss she spoke, “Not about anything else we’re about to do either…”
Celeste nodded, a wide smile spreading across her face as she started to strip off her pajamas
Project Lorelei Research Log #2287
Experimental Subjects: 1018a/ 1018b
The acquisition of subjects 1018a and 1018b provides a valuable research opportunity to better understand the effects and psychological impact of Project Lorelei on two nearly identical minds.
My concerns regarding the ability of the LORELEI to produce subconscious or post hypnotic like effects have been proven.
1018a was allowed to retain all of her memories after initial training and removal of LORELEI intervention. She responded as expected to all stimuli in the test chamber. However she was unable to act or pretend to be the person she was before training.
1018b had her memories of her training wiped but was left with key commands regarding certain triggering stimuli. While she was able to return to her previous personality any time she was triggered it resulted in a flashback like effect which caused her to follow through on some triggers but she was aware of the unnatural nature of her reactions. Additionally 1018b was also able to use the knowledge to resist further stimuli including what should have been her most powerful trigger.
This confirms my fears and due to the inability to field clandestine programmed agents phase three will be placed on indefinite hold until the LORELI system able to accomplish this.
Personal Note: Keep track of 1018a and 1018b after release. 1018b has shown a remarkable ability to recover repressed memories and must be monitored to protect the safety of the program. Additionally having access to twins for further research purposes will be vital moving forward