Internship
© 2023 by Bob2300 (deviantart.com/bob2300)
Edited by Dannysuliong (deviantart.com/dannysuling)

It was not rest, it was not true sleep. It was certainly not peace, but it was all that she would get for the foreseeable future. She made the not unreasonable assumption that it was her captor who had returned and who was disturbing her slumber. The muddled night was over, apparently, and there was more torment to be inflicted on her. She couldn't really tell who or what it was, though. She wore a mask made from two pads pressed into her eye sockets and locked over her head, which ensured she couldn't see. Her petite body was held, unable to move, spread stretched out on the bed. She tugged on the leather straps that linked her padded ankle- and wrist-cuffs to the metal frame of the bed, but they remained taut. What had she expected...that they would magically loosen in the night?

She remembered volunteering to be an intern for the good doctor. How she had been so eager to please, so trusting when she had signed the little agreement....

Suddenly the sheet above her was pulled back, displaying her near naked body. She was held in a strict X-shape, each limb isolated to a corner of the bed. The disquieting tension registered at each limb. Her inability to move more than a few centimetres, if at all, really compounded her other aggravations. It had been this way for the last month after Doctor Carmen Lupe had begun her experiment.

A hand ran down the side of her tummy.

“Good morning, my little test subject.”

The test subject tried to answer, to beg, but the over-inflated pump-gag muzzle kept her quite mute, despite her desperate attempts to talk. The rubber muzzle covered the bottom of her face from her nose to her chin, cupping her jaw. Integrated into the muzzle were two tubes that invaded her nostrils and kept to a torturous minimum the air that she could draw in, due to their small diameter. The size of the inflated gag ballooned her cheeks and distorted her jaw. It was massive and torturous, secured tightly with three straps behind her head, like the blindfold.

Dr Carmen checked over her little specimen carefully, making sure that the blindfold was in place, that the gag was nice and fully pumped up, that there were no gaps at all around the rubber muzzle, that the tubes invading her sinuses were firmly in place. She checked that the cuffs and tethers were nice and taut.

“Time for breakfast,” the doctor continued. She reached over to the IV-stand attached by a chain to the wall next to the bed, where a rubber bag hung from it with a long rubber tube. Dr Carmen moved the IV-stand closer to the bed, which created the same noise that had roused her test subject in the first place. The rubber tube connected through the front of the muzzle gag, and the feeding line was initiated with the release of a clip. Immediately the test subject was forced to start sucking on her gag to get her food and keep from choking.

“You have a nice long day ahead of you, just the two of us,” Dr Carmen continued. The intern was half-choking on her meal, but it wasn't like she had any other option. A few swallows to get acclimatised to it and she was better...though of course that was a relative statement. 

“This time I have tweaked the mixture with more fibre, so you might note it’s thicker. Of course, you’ll be receiving more diuretics and more laxatives as well, to balance it out.”

As the doctor checked over her test subject for the slightest hint of bodily hair, it was almost a ritual, with her hands running over the helpless, svelte woman, bound to the bed. She had shaved and lasered her test subject’s hair away, using depilatory cream and other chemicals. The test subject still had eyelashes...not that one could tell with the blindfold on. But there were no eyebrows, no hair on her head or arms, or on her pubic region, armpits, or anywhere else for that matter. After five minutes of diligent checking, not a hint of hair could be found. Her test subject was smooth and immaculate all over.

Dr Carmen moved a little lower and typed a six-digit code onto the front band of the high-tech chastity belt. That code allowed her to remove the front plate but not to remove or unlock the entire belt. The full eight-digit code was needed for that. The doctor donned a pair of rubber gloves, then began to check the intern’s pussy. The girl howled into her gag, pulling against her bonds as the cool air moved over her flesh.

Dr Carmen carefully surveyed her test subject’s vagina. Her hands brushed the girl’s clitoris, already pierced and ringed and with a clitoris bolt installed. The micro-server in the bolt responded to the fingers rubbing over the captured flesh. It sensed the stimulation, causing the actuator in the bolt to clamp tightly down, resulting in agonizing pain that counteracted any possible arousal.

On each side of the test subject’s labia there were eight identical bolts, with several additional gasketed piercings for more micro-server bolts if they were needed. They too activated and clamped down onto the poor test subject’s flesh. She screamed into her gag and pulled at her limbs, but she was too well-gagged to make a sound and too well-secured to move about. And there was no way to stop the device. The doctor’s hands explored deep inside the woman's vagina, gently rubbing her inner flesh and circling her G-spot.

The intern’s vaginal canal contained a series of wires, as if there was a cage wedged inside her love tunnel. Her flesh bulged between these wires that sank into her body, wires that delivered more cruel shocks and agonizing clamping action. All of these devices were designed to dispel any hint of arousal, and in the most punishing way possible. The test subject tried to breathe deeply, but her nose was not able to suck enough air through the thin tubes. The doctor kept gently exploring the area with her fingertips, running them over the gaps between the captured flesh. Yet every possible bit of pleasure was turned into crushing pain.

After just twenty-five minutes of continual cruel attention, teasing, and edging, the doctor was satisfied that there was no possibility that her test subject could achieve any form of sexual gratification whatsoever from vaginal or clitoral stimulation. She enjoyed listening to the tiny tortured moans of frustration that her daily teasing elicited. Her fingers flicked her test subject’s small nipples. Those dainty points were also ensnared by micro-server nipple bolts, devices that would also turn any arousal into utter burning agony.

But the sadistic chastity devices were merely one part of her experiment. The doctor had a smile on her lips as she carefully fitted the plate into place on the belt, locking it to the high-tech device....

...Doctor Carmen had grabbed her poor intern when she was only a few days past her 18th birthday. The doctor remembered giving the unsuspecting intern a coffee laced with sedatives, shortly after she had agreed to participate in the program and signed the agreement. The intern had awakened with a start in a basement room, finding herself quite nude, held with heavy chains, and a gigantic silicone ball gag wedged in her mouth that prevented any meaningful discourse. Her ankles were held in steel cuffs linked to chains padlocked to eye-bolts set into the floor. Her feet were spread wide, her legs under a painful strain. Her wrists were encircled by more cuffs, linked together  and then pulled up behind her. The bondage was so tight she was unable to flatten her feet, her body’s weight supported by her toes. A few tugs on the taut chains told her she was truly fucked—no chance of escape. The person who had bound her had no concern for her comfort at all. She had heard the click...click of heels behind her, and she tried to turn round. Suddenly one of Dr Carmen's hands was around her throat, a second clamped over her nose. The intern had been terrified and pulled desperately on the chains.

“My last test subject fled,” the doctor announced, “so I am forced to take more drastic measures to ensure your cooperation.” She slowly stepped in front of the intern, a long wooden paddle clasped in her hand. Before the young girl even knew what was going on the paddle struck her on the hip, then on her ass. She jerked in the chains and screamed into the huge silicon ball. The doctor edged closer and planted a kiss on top of the ball gag.

“This is what the future holds for you,” she announced. “I am your legal guardian until you are twenty-one, and since you are currently eighteen that's three more years’ time for me to run my experiments on you. Thank you, my dear, for signing away your rights. From now on, if you disobey any instruction, you...will...be...punished!” The intern received a series blow to her ass, a blow punctuating each word. There was more screaming behind the gag.

Doctor Carmen’s tongue ran over her prisoner’s ear.
“I have complete control over your entire life,” she stated. “When you move, what you eat, any and all bodily functions—they are at my whim. You are my little test subject, and you’re going to be very useful to my research. It’s very convenient that you fell into my hands.”

The poor intern tried to scream into her gag again, but Dr Carmen stopped paddling her, then pulled the gag-strap one notch tighter, seating it deeper into the separate girl’s spread mouth. The intern was very worried, as the good doctor continued her experimentation with the paddle, concluding that her test subject still had a little too much movement, jerking in her chains. She immediately corrected that, pulling one of the ankle chains tighter and relocking it, which added more strain on the intern’s legs by pulling them further apart. 

“Now, little one, I intend to remove all traces of your hair, so that there is nothing to interfere with my experiments.”

Dr Carmen wheeled out a trolley and placed it in front of her new intern, who was panicking at the idea of losing her hair. On the trolley was a small battery operated hair trimmer, as well as what looked like a bubbling, heated pot and a bunch of wax strips and cotton buds. A large block of metal, with a long hose that attached to a second block, was marked as a ‘depilatory laser’. And finally, there was a jar of some cream.

Dr Carmen gave her new intern a wicked evil grin, and then began. The intern found her bonds to be very tight as Carmen shaved her head and eyebrows, then shaved her armpits and pubic mound. The young woman was utterly embarrassed. It was painful and humiliating as the doctor went over her body, removing every bit of stubble with wax. She even dunked the cotton buds in the wax, then shoved them into the intern’s nose and ears to remove any hair from those areas.

The laser treatment followed, killing any follicles at the root. It burned, like having one’s skin too close to a heat source. And finally there was a generous application of cream, which must have been a depilatory as it burnt like a strong bleach eating into her skin. The intern was in agony by the time it was finally sponged away and washed off. She was glad, of course, when the prickling sensation all over her body finally ceased, but rather mortified to lose the hair from her head, observing it on the floor. She realised that she had been crying.

Dr Carmen once more checked every inch of her body, to be certain all trace of hair had been removed. “It’s about keeping things sanitary and clean,” she explained. “You wouldn't want a bit of hair to get in the way and invalidate part of my research, which would require me to do something all over again, would you”?

The intern just hung there and watched, wide-eyed. The four-stage process of hair removal had been complete overkill. But then again, the intern wasn't sure how thorough one needed to be for a clinical trial. And then, for some reason, the next round of the hair removal treatment involved ten blows across her bottom with the wooden paddle! Following that, Dr Carmen pulled her arms up higher, then once again tightened the ball gag until it was practically choking. She held up a little hand-mirror to the intern’s face so that she could see through her tear-stained eyes what she looked like bald and immensely gagged. The poor intern could feel her tingling skin, so vulnerable, so naked, so helpless like this. Any gust of air felt intense across her body, sending tingles across her flesh.

Dr Carmen brought out a set of surgical implements suitable for piercings, and the intern began to scream into her gag again at the sight of them. The doctor put on a pair of rubber gloves and a surgical mask. The poor intern strained against her bonds as the doctor applied a local anesthetic, then set about piercing the young woman’s fully displayed nipples, labia, and clitoris. The intern could only helplessly watch with mounting dread as the nipple bolts, clitoris bolt, and labia clamps were installed, and then the vaginal wire punishment mesh was inserted and secured. Each step was highly unpleasant...especially the insertion of the vaginal mesh.

“There!” exclaimed Dr. Carmen at last. “That about takes care of your distractions almost entirely. You see, darling,” said the doctor, speaking clearly and slowly to her helpless young ‘assistant’, “any hint of sexual arousal could also interfere with my test results. I can’t have your body’s urges interfering with my tests. Once activated, those micro-server clamps and bolts will make any attempt at sexual arousal impossible. And, as you can tell, even not activated they are not comfortable in the slightest.”

The intern merely hung there, drooling and sobbing, humiliated and broken. Dr Carmen waited for a moment, then held up what could only be described as a chastity belt.

“Okay, this is going on your body to make doubly certain you can’t play with your privates.” The doctor had an evil grin on her face. The belt was solid, but looked punishingly tiny compared with all the metallic fittings that now distorted the poor intern’s sex. “There is one other little thing you should take into account to keep you free from any sexual impulses.”

Attached to the belt’s metal frame, from the strap that would run between her buttocks and up to join the belt in back, there was a rather large item attached—a ribbed rubber dildo a good nine inches long and at least two inches wide at the tip, and even more so at the base! On every inch along its length was a fat circle of rubber that was designed to provide uncomfortable and intrusive friction with any movement. Dr Carmen lubricated the enormous phallus with a little canister of oil, directly in front of her test subject so that the young woman could observe the intruder. Then she moved behind her captive.

“This device is going inside you, and it will stay there once inserted. It’s designed to keep you from enjoying any experimentation, but it also gives me complete control of your body.” She finished lubricating the dildo, then  added a catheter as one final extra step. The test subject immediately felt the doctor working her way around her ass hole. The intern had to wonder what the oil was, as she could feel a slight burning sensation where it was worked into her virginal anus. She felt herself being patted on her bottom.

“This is not going to be easy for you”!

The tip of the plug was shoved up hard against the test subject’s rectum. She bit down on the gag and thrashed about for a second as it violated her. Slowly, inch by inch, it was forced inside her rectum, encountering no small resistance from her tiny body at the violation. She had no hope of resisting, though, as the doctor put her weight behind it and gave the plug a good hard push. Her bowels twisted in pain, and soon every inch of the monster had been forced inside her body. It felt absolutely massive. Her anus closed around the end of the plug, which narrowed, and then she felt the chastity belt lock around her waist, burying the punishing plug In her ass as the crotch band was connected to the catheter. It was adjusted tighter and tighter until she was crying, and then finally the belt locked tightly. Dr Carmen picked up a hand pump.

“Now you’re completely chaste, and yet you still look a little too comfortable for my liking.”

The doctor moved behind her, patted her on the rump, and attached something. The intern squealed into the gag as the plug in her rear started to inflate, growing thicker, and she yelled into her gag and began to cry again. Two rubber-covered disk-shaped balloons began to press on her anus, one from inside her rectum, the other from just outside the muscle, sealing it up with a double seal, ensuring that there wouldn't be a hint of a leak.

“My little test subject,” the doctor address her again, “as you can feel it’s inflatable. Actually, it gets a lot larger than that. That was just three pumps, but it reaches its maximum at twenty pumps! Over the next few weeks I am going to give it an extra pump every day until its fully inflated!” Screaming again into her gag, the intern pulled on her chains, achieving nothing.

The doctor picked up the paddle again and moved around behind her. “Let’s get to know each other better!...”

...The test subject remembered back to an earlier, happier time, a time before it all started, when she stood nervously outside her boss’ office, knocking politely on the door.

“Dr Carmen, you requested I attend?” she queried, opening the door a crack and peering in. The intern was dressed in a short skirt, stockings, flat, sensible shoes, and a tight-fitting blouse. She wore her hair in a ponytail, and her face bore large glasses. In all, she was cute and freckled. Dr Carmen, on the other hand, was tall, and on this day she wore a mini-skirt complemented by hose and heels. She had a rather intimidating but impressive bust and an overall figure to match. She slammed paperwork on her desk, then pointed to a seat in front of her desk, 

“Sit, please. I have something special in mind for you, a personal project.”

“I am quite sorry,” the intern began, but the company has put me down....” The intern was clearly nervous in front of Dr Carmen, but she sat down. Dr Carmen stood up and walked around her visitor, standing behind the intern, her hand on her shoulder.

“You’re sorry? I pick you for a marvellous opportunity, and you’re sorry you have other work?” The intern tried to rise, but the doctor held her in the seat with a hand on each shoulder. The intern fidgeted nervously, trying to come up with the words. 

“Let me refresh your memory,” the doctor continued in a rather stern voice. “I am the reason that you got into this internship in the first place. You wouldn't want me to change my mind, would you? Do you really want to leave me?” She stalked around to the front of the chair and leaned down. The intern looked up, her head at eye-level with the doctor’s imposing bust, and she blushed nervously, her attraction to the doctor becoming increasingly obvious.

“Dr Carmen...I would never think of disappointing you,” the intern stammered softly. She looked down low as the doctor held her pinned in the seat. She knew was very lucky to get a chance like this at only eighteen years old. The doctor had happened to meet her at a medical function several months ago, just when she was on the cusp of graduating and looking at the next stage of her education. Right now, she could feel the director leaning in moving closer to her. She hoped that the 31-year-old doctor had some feelings for her, because she didn't want to be kicked out. The older woman’s hand was under the intern’s chin, her face a few centimetres away.

“You’re going to be a good little girl and follow my orders without hesitation, you understand? And you’re going to sign up for my personal research program.”

The intern blushed. “Yes doctor—!”

A hand clamped over her mouth, pressing her head into the back of the chair. The doctor leaned down more closely. “Did I say you could talk?” The intern was both a little terrified and a little turned on. Pinned in place like this, her hands were snatched in the doctor’s grip, both of her wrists captured. The doctor pulled her up out of the chair and pushed the pen into her hand. “Now be a good girl and sign this agreement, I will clear all your other duties from now on. The two of us will be testing some new medical equipment that I had specially made for a series of experiments.”

The intern nervously added her signature to the bottom of the document, without having read its contents, and she was released. She watched as the doctor placed the signed document in a desk drawer, then beckoned her forwards. “Follow me,” she instructed, and they moved out of her office.

The intern followed and blushed further as she watched the doctor walking from behind. Her body was amazing, from the heels clicking on the floor, her long, stocking-covered legs, the tight-fitting skirt that hugged her bottom. The intern was not exactly tracking where in the building they were headed. They seemed to be moving through a stark, sterile environment, and the poor little intern was following like a lost puppy at her boss’ heels. She was focused on keeping up with her superior, and she didn't ask questions as they went down through a security door to the basement. The intern realised that she didn't have an access pass to the door, and that there was no release on the inside. Finally, the duo arrived at a second security door and moved inside.

“This area of the hospital is unique,” explained the doctor. “It used to be an old storage area. I had it converted into a private testing lab with a small suite of private rooms for my use. You are one of the few people I have allowed to see my inner sanctum.” The intern blushed, still watching the roll of the woman's hips, the swing of her buttocks, her long legs. They approached another door, there was a dull beep, and they entered an area that looked like a testing laboratory, clean and sterile.

“Now, my young girl, why don't we have a coffee?”

The woman handed her a cup, and the intern took a sip. A moment later, she felt quite dizzy. “Uhm...Dr Carmen? What exactly was in that coffffff....”

...The little intern’s attention returned to her present circumstances. And to her usual daily routine. The doctor soon had her all snugly wrapped up in a straitjacket-and-hood combination. The patient was already wearing mittens that were almost never removed. She could barely resist as her right arm was pushed into the right sleeve, then her left arm into the left sleeve. She was pushed into the mattress as the straps were fastened up the back and the hood was pulled taut. Her arms were pulled around behind her, then locked in place. Her ankle cuffs were linked, so that she was forced to walk to the next bit of the doctor’s cruel experimentation.

Another day of being tormented....

...And so, still later that day and with some annoyance in her tone, Dr Carmen looked up at her charge. “Well, my dear little test subject, it would seem that this particular experiment is a failure, though some of the test data might be useful.” She adjusted the controls. “Maybe this line of research isn't as productive as I thought that it might be.”

The test subject was hanging four feet off the floor in front of her., held aloft by a four-foot-long spreader bar that had two sets of cuffs attached at its ends. Her body was bent into an agonising curve, her wrists back behind her and her knees lifted up, keeping her in a most unpleasant package. The tension was immense with her ankles and wrists almost parallel. The heavy-duty padding on the cuffs was designed to prevent injury. The thick rubber hood had been pulled over her head, on top of the blindfold and gag muzzle. There was a strap leading from the back of the hood, stretched over the spreader bar, and linked to a ring at the back of the girl’s chastity belt, making it uncomfortable and ensuring that she had even less movement. With her head pulled back there was significant strain on her spine.

Dr Carmen moved to her test subject and watched her swing from side to side. She tickled her across the ribs, then gave her a push to start her swinging in a broader arc. “I guess that I will have to try something else,” she said aloud.

Her test subject tried to scream into her gag, begging to be released from this horrible stressful position, even if only for a few moments. But Dr Carmen had to prepare the next session of experimentation before she would be willing to completely release her little prisoner from her current confinement. She placed a trolley under her test subject and lowered her, releasing her head and allowing her neck to flop forwards. She unhooked the spreader bar, but kept the young test subject hog-tied for the moment. Finally, she pulled off the hood and spoke to her prisoner.

“Don't you dare struggle or try to escape while I prepare for your next test. If you force me to use a sedative, it might disrupt my test results, and I would have to punish you even more harshly. You understand me?”

There was a muffled squeal of terror and fear that tried to escape the gag. Dr Carmen was happy that her test subject wouldn't resist the next cruel procedure. She remained blindfolded and still gagged, her hands still encased in escape-proof mittens. A few clicks of a key, and the cuffs were released.

The test subject slumped down, collapsing into a heap. Her limbs were like rubber. It felt good to have them free for a moment, but she rightly feared what would come next. Moments later, a thick, padded, posture collar that was more like a neck brace clamped down mercilessly on her throat. There was a disturbing click as it locked into place. Suddenly the intern felt her arms harshly contorted up behind her shoulder blades, then locked into waiting cuffs mounted on the back of the posture collar. The position was secure, severe, and merciless. The poor test subject was very flexible, and her wrists had achieved almost a perfect ‘reverse prayer’ position on the first try,. There were two more clicks as the cuffs were locked in place.

The poor intern was nearly hysterical as the next piece of apparatus for this dubious research project was introduced to her body. She barely had a few moments to try adjusting to the previous set of restraints before new ones were imposed upon her. A modular set of cuffs was applied to her ankles, working like a ‘figure-eight’ as they locked her feet very tightly together. Incorporated in its design was a metal bracket that went over her ankles and feet, forcing them into a straight line. Her toes found themselves pulled back and locked in a set of toe cuffs, which in turn were linked to a screw-thread that connected them back to the cuffs. Dr Carmen tightened the bracket with a large Allen key, tighter and tighter, pulling the intern’s toes back further and further. When the strain was absolutely punishing on her test subject’s dainty feet she stopped and locked the apparatus in position. A thick rubber strap above the girl’s knees was applied to help keep her legs clamped together.

Dr Carmen's long fingers danced on her test subject’s feet, then along her sides. “Relax, my little guinea pig,” she spoke up. “You’re going to have plenty of time to squirm for me.” She attended to her prisoner’s gag, checking it very carefully, then inflating it a little just to muffle the terrified mewing a little more. She wheeled both the trolley and her test subject to a nearby water tank. This tank stood about four-feet-long by about two-feet-high, with about a foot-and-a-half's width, built with a very solid steel frame around it, and featuring a heavy duty lid. The intern couldn't see exactly what awaited her, but anticipated that she would soon experience an even greater terror. 

Dr Carmen checked a couple of oxygen tank tubes, straining with a grunt of effort to lift the hinged lid off the tank. She moved her test subject next to the tank, and arranged a tight oval of steel so that it was looped over the girl’s elbows, crushing them together. A bar locked that restraint to both the wrist-cuffs and the ankle-cuffs, putting the test subject in a paralyzingly tight hog-tie. Dr Carmen linked the air hose to a Y-shaped connector, then attached two complex valves to the assemblage. This arrangement, in turn, was then linked into the intern’s muzzle and the tubes already locked into her nose. For a moment the intern panicked, unable to breathe. Her captor kissed her over her gagged lips and began stroking her breasts. The girl increasingly suffocating panic and terror, and began to lose consciousness from the lack of air, until the doctor relented, turned a valve, and let the air flow.

“Now ,my little test subject,” she instructed her bound captive, “you’re going for a little swim as the next experiment. Won’t that be nice? I will be carefully controlling how much oxygen you receive.”

The intern pulled helplessly against her strict bonds, begging, crying, then screaming into her gag. The doctor reduced the air flow just a little at this point, so that the intern found herself close to suffocating. She began to pant with short, laborious breaths. Dr Carmen checked her test subject’s position, making the hog-tie just a little bit tighter. She then connected a tube to her test subject’s belt, at a port on the rear of the plug embedded in her rectum. A few pumps later, a valve turned on and the intern experienced a nice, filling enema that make her squirm. The girl was then hoisted above the water tank, and let down slowly into the freezing liquid!

When her head was still just above the water, the good doctor stopped. “As time goes on,” she told her intern, “the regulator will slowly decrease the amount of air you get. When you’re at the point of nearly passing out, the cooling unit will kick in and make the water nice and chilly. It will stop when you’re at the point of freezing, the heat pump will kick in, and the water will become nice and warm and the air flow will be restored.”

There was manic thrashing and squirming as the girl was fully submerged. The lid slammed shut and locked, displaying holes that allowed access by the enema tube and the air valves. The test subject pulled and thrashed against her bonds, but she was going to remain in her tight-fitting restraints in the tank for the entire duration of this sadistic experiment....

...At some point the test subject must have passed out from oxygen deprivation. But as she regained consciousness she realised that she was now dry—and she was now naked. She became aware that she was out of her restraints, as well, but that didn't mean much when her body was too tired to offer resistance. She couldn't even pull enough effort together to attempt to cover herself. Couldn't even muster enough energy to roll over.

Suddenly Dr Carmen was there beside her, and she was dragged off of the floor and pulled to her feet, she was weak feeling as if a stiff gust of wind would blow her over. The intern was marched through a set of heavy duty doors into what she surmised was another part of the basement. She was forced to stand against a wall as her hands were cuffed above her, and a moment later the plate on her chastity belt was removed. Her captor began to play with her hairless pussy. Immediately the high-tech chastity belt punished her, and from the jolts of pain she began to come around a little more. Satisfied now that her intern was fully awake, Dr Carmen casually clipped the plate back in place.

The doctor had brought along a black latex one-piece catsuit ,with built in mittens and feet, exceedingly small and tight-fitting. She began to pull it up her test subject’s legs. Her nasty little experiment proceeded as slowly her intern was engulfed in latex. The garment allowed itself to be pulled up to the intern’s narrow waist, but the doctor had to put in a bit of effort to pull the tight material over her round rump. She gave the girl’s cheeks a little smack. She momentarily released the intern’s right hand, and pulled the garment up over it. Without encountering any resistance she re-secured her prisoner’s right hand. The left hand received the same treatment, until the suit went from the test subject’s shoulders to her toes. A zipper went from the base of her spine up to her neck, pulling the garment tighter.

Dr Carmen fed her test subject’s nipples through a pair of precisely placed holes in the catsuit, attaching a loop to the clamps from which weights could be hung. She bolted a medical brace around her test subject’s neck, which had a built-in collar. Its orthopaedic heritage in its design and construction was obvious. Some wrist-cuffs were bolted to the back of the neck brace, and a few moments later the intern’s hands were up past her shoulder blades, tightly clamped into a strict reverse prayer position once again. A chain linked the cuffs to a winch, and the poor little test subject was compelled to stand there in that pose. Dr Carmen generously used a tight rubber strap to pull her patient’s elbows agonizingly close together, and applied more straps tightly around her test subject’s ankles, calves, thighs, and above her knees. The doctor grinned wickedly, and adjusted the winch, pulling her prisoner up onto her toes. There was a creak—and a moan of distress. Another smaller rubber strap was added over the girl’s feet under her instep, yet one more redundant and sadistic touch.

It went quiet for a few moments, and what remained of the intern’s nerves were on high alert. There was no way she would be subjected only to this, she figured...it lacked a certain something. Just then there was a jingling, and it felt as if she was being tackled. Something was wrapped around her waist, a mixture of leather and rubber—a very heavy-duty, tight ,and unforgiving corset! Soon it was laced and strapped around her waist, crushing it painfully. She already had a tiny waist, but now she could hardly breathe. It had become so much harder to balance on her tortured little toes.

Her sadistic captor tapped the area on the intern’s chastity belt above her pussy, and then proceeded to clip some not insubstantial weights to her poor tortured nipples. And then things got much worse. The poor intern heard the faint slosh of water, as a hose was connected to the back of her belt. The plug twitched, and hot soapy water started to intrude into her rectum. The corset somehow magnified the pain of the ensuing cramps and spasms. The intern had no way to escape, the pressure was agony, and she squirmed in her bonds. The pressurized liquid crept up her rectum, filled her bowels, then backed up into her lower and upper intestines!

The doctor fed a tube into her intern’s gag, then placed a hand under her chin. “Now, do enjoy your diuretic,” she taunted. The girl’s body was hit with violent cramps, just as a full and rather redundant rubber hood was pulled over her head. The doctor bent down close and whispered into the girl’s ear. “While you were out cold, I got you a little upgrade.” As she said this, a thin electrical cord clicked into the chastity belt. Suddenly the thick plug in her rear began to vibrate, actively possessing her rectum. At the same time, the clitoris clamps and other attachments in her vagina began to punish her with shocks for being aroused. Stimulated from the rear, punished at the front, the little intern struggled desperately, screaming all the while into the muffling gag. The doctor reacted by tightening her bonds, then switched on two massive lamps next to the intern. They were soon warming her up, so that she could be left to sweat. Dr Carmen switched on camera's microphones and turned to the room’s door, leaving her prisoner to suffer alone, accompanied by her pain and humiliation.

This ended the first phase of experimentation.