White Walls

She blinked open her eyes, blearily trying to wake up. God, her head was a mess. She hadn’t felt this fucked up since Kathy’s birthday; 48 hours of pure clubbing, it had been insane. As she started to come around a bit more she found her mouth was dry and her throat was parched. That was a pretty normal hangover symptom. She tried to lift her head up but it felt so heavy and she was still so sleepy and her eyes so bleary. Suddenly she became aware of a strange smell in the room. Not strange… Familiar. But unexpected…. Bleach maybe? Cleaning fluid? It reminded her of the time she… well, Kathy’s birthday actually. Ending up in hospital to have her stomach pumped because she’d overdone it. That strong, clinical, clean smell that you always get in hospitals and surgeries. That scent of meticulous housekeeping and disinfecting. “Oh man I bet we got absolutely smashed again last night”, she thought to herself. No doubt Kathy had talked her into another one of her epic weekender sessions and she’d landed herself in hospital yet again like a prat. “Better face the nurses and apologise for taking up a bed” she mused as she began to reach her arms up to rub and clear her eyes.

They didn’t budge. What the fuck? She tried again. They wouldn’t move from her side. Her eyes shot open instantly and she managed to blink herself into reality just enough to make out her arms shackled and unmovable. Panicked, she tried to sit up but found her feet had met a similar fate. She was entirely immobilized, save for her head which she could move fairly freely. And naked. No clothes, no underwear, not even one of those weird paper-like hospital gowns. She was entirely exposed.

Glancing around she began to try and take stock of her surroundings. It seemed to match the hospital smell. She lay on a hospital style stretcher-bed in the centre of a room that reminded her of a surgical theatre. THe walls were bare and shiny white, no windows, no decorations, nothing. The ceiling was similarly shiny white and studded with bright sunken lights that hurt her still adjusting eyes.

No sooner had she thought this, there was a dull whirring sound and she found the bed she lay on was slowly becoming vertical. Frantically, she tried to pull at her restraints. This was too bizarre. Did anyone know she was here? How was she here? Where the fuck was ‘here’ anyway? The whirring ceased and she was now restrained to the bed but in an upright position. What kind of fucked up hospital was this anyway? She tried to call out but found her voice died in her throat producing nothing more than a dry, raspy squeak. She began to break out in a sweat, her eyes darting around the room, craning her neck to see if there was anybody in the room with her, but it was fruitless.

Click.

The sound echoed slightly in the silent chamber of a room.

The whirring began again.

As her eyes darted around the room to place the origin of the noise her eyes rested on a small video surveillance camera that was descending slowly from the ceiling on some sort of thick flexible wire. Her eyes fixed onto it and followed it as it came to a stop at eye level about 5 feet or so away from her. The two of them stared at each other, weighing one another up. She was utterly bewildered by this new addition to the situation. After a minute the camera began to make little whirring and clicking noises like it was stabilising and focusing itself. Then it moved. The camera turned its attention to her face. Then slowly panned down her body. Then did it again: up to her face then panning down her body. Like it was scanning her. She followed it with her eyes, keeping her body still and her breathing quiet and slow like she was afraid she might startle it by moving or making any noise. The little camera started to slowly move around her, scanning her from every angle, carefully documenting her. It began to slowly move towards her as it scanned her face again, this time more closely. It panned its way down her neck and stopped at her breasts. She tried to move this time, embarrassed at her vulnerability and shocked at the imposition. As soon as she moved the camera shot back up to her face in an almost threatening way, daring her to move again. It was just a fucking camera...and yet she immediately lay still and let it make its inspection of her body. Once it seemed satisfied that she was complying, it started again taking in her breasts slowly: scanning the slope of her chest and the peak of her nipples which had started to harden as she shivered in fear and anticipation of what might happen to her. It started to move down scanning her stomach, her hips, her hands and fingers. It paid particular attention to her cunt, zooming in and out, panning up and down her labia and clit and taking what seemed like forever. She closed her eyes as she felt her face redden both with anger and embarrassment at her predicament.

The camera finally finished scanning her and slowly moved back to its original position, coming up to eye level once again and the room fell silent as it stopped its whirring and clicking.

Was that it? Had it finished? What the fuck was -

SLAP

Something whirred into life and smacked her across the face hard, her right cheek stinging and tears immediately welling in her eyes. She coughed and spluttered managing to find her voice.

“What the fu-”

SLAP

This time her left cheek was smacked as her head was tossed violently to the side with the force of it. A machine-like voice appeared out of nowhere.

“You will comply”

The voice was calm, and measured with no emotion.

“What?!” she managed to gasp out a breathless reply.

This time she saw her attacker. A thin tentacle-like thing snaked its way out of the floor, pulled back and slapped her full force across the face. It stung and caused her to cry out in shock and pain. The end of the device was flattened like a ruler but flexible like silicone, causing a loud, ‘whack’ sound as it hit her full force across the cheek again for a fourth time.

Fat tears were rolling down her red, stinging cheeks whilst she tried to blink more of them out of her eyes.

“Begin procedure,” the voice calmly announced.

“What fucking procedure? Listen -” she started to argue back to the disembodied voice but was met with another sharp slap across the face, silencing her immediately.

Another tentacle device whirred to life shooting out of the floor. This one was thinner at the end than the previous. It pulled back and there was a loud, sharp smack as it struck her across her breasts.

She screamed out. The tentacle was hard and thin like a cane and hit her across the fleshy top of her breasts. She glanced quickly down and saw a thin red stripe quickly developing on her chest. Before she could open her mouth in protest it struck her again, centimetres from the last strike creating another bright red stripe and drawing another scream from her. It produced six more, centimetres from each other each time as it made its way down her breasts in a methodical manner. It paused before the seventh strike. This one would be directly on her nipples.

“No, no no-” she cried out in panic but the strike came all the same.

“FUCK” she screamed out as the robotic tentacle arm came down hard and fast across her nipples. The pain was searing and intense. She wanted to grab her breasts and clutch them the way you would with any sudden injury inflicted upon you, but the restraints on her arms held fast and strong.

The tentacle arm drew back, repositioned itself and began again. Six hard sharp strikes across the fleshy top of her breasts moving down her chest, then a pause, then a seventh strike directly across her nipples. She cried out a short sharp squeak with each of the six strikes and a prolonged agonised wail at the seventh now that her nipples were made tender and sensitive from the first time it had occurred. Then the arm pulled back, repositioned and her ordeal began again.

This carried on four more times, the pain increasing each time as her skin began to redden and welt under the blows. By the fourth time she could see purple tinges mixed in the the red and pink. Her tears rolled down her chest and she winced taking a sharp intake of breath as the saltiness of her tears met the new wounds and mixed with the blood as it travelled further down her body.

The robotic arm pulled back and disappeared into the floor. In its place the a third tentacle arm, appeared in its place.

This time the arm had a smooth, rounded end. It moved strangely. Instead of a methodical, mechanical motion as with the previous two arms, it snaked its way up her leg, the way you might sensually caress a lovers leg with your fingers. The rounded end softly drew up and down her thigh, across her stomach. She was perplexed at how soft the end of the tentacle arm felt, surprised at its warmth. The end was short and thin, with the dexterity of human fingers. She was alarmed to find herself enjoying the sensations of this machine slowly and sensitively caressing her, soothing her. It was a welcome relief from the assault of the previous two. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to calm down, breathing a little more deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth whilst this arm softly calmed her. As she tried to focus her breathing, she felt the machine move up and down her inner thigh. That had always been one of her most sensitive areas. She loved it when her partners stroked and massaged them, nibbled on them as they moved closer to her cunt. Eager fingers and eager mouths carefully working their way towards her glistening pussy, teasing her with every movement.

She gasped as she felt the appendage on the end of the arm move up her inner thigh and begin to trace the skin around her cunt. The appendage began to trace slowly down the small, neat strip of mousy brown hair that lead to the top of her cunt and brushed gently over the tip of her clit. She gasped again and tried to back away from appendage, but the bed and her restraints prevented it. The appendage carried on regardless, gently tracing along the glistening, dark pink inner lips of her cunt. She had to admit it was tantalising. The touch was as gentle and warm as a human finger but with all the precision of a well programmed machine. It knew exactly where to touch her, how lightly the touch should be to have her quivering and aching for more.

She was disgusted with herself that she should be enjoying this.

The appendage began to lightly circle the hood of her clit, occasionally brushing over the tip of it as she felt that warm tingling surge to her cunt. ‘What a completely fucked up situation to be so turned on by’, she thought as she instinctively tried to buck her hips against the appendage, longing for a firmer touch. But the appendage simply moved further back to keep the touch as light and as teasing as possible.

She whimpered and bit her lip. Her poor bloodied and sensitive nipples began to stiffen at the pleasant sensation in her cunt, which in turn caused them to ache as the skin tightened. The appendage slowly stroked down her dripping cunt, dipping in between her lips slightly before slowly stroking back up to circle her clit again. A little moan escaped from her as she closed her eyes.

The first tentacle arm appeared out of the floor again. With her eyes closed in pained delight and her attention on the ache in her needy pussy, she didn’t hear it whirr into action.

The arm pulled back and slapped her across her thigh as the third arm stopped stroking her. She screamed out and flinched away as best she could. Another slap across her other thigh. The tears came back to her eyes. Fuck, she’d forgotten how much that thing hurt. Again, it slapped her hard across the thighs and then pulled back. The third arm moved in and began to gently stroke her cunt as it had done before. Her mind was all over the place. The exquisite pleasure of this almost made up for the searing pain. She was at odds with her body as it reacted to the soft, teasing touches of the tentacle arm by getting wetter and wetter, her juices beginning to drip down her thighs. The first arm struck her again and this time the finger-like arm continued to stroke up and down and circle her clit. Her screams and moans began to meld into one guttural, animalistic groan as she simultaneously wept for the first arm to stop and cried out for the third arm to give her more. The third arm pulled away and the first arm took over. It gently rubbed her aching cunt with the flattened appendage, this time a little firmer than the third arm. The combination of the firmer rubbing and the appendage slickened by her own cunt made her clit throb in desperation, the sensation building and building. All of a sudden it pulled back and she screamed as the ruler like end came crashing down on her pussy hitting her clit directly. The arm held itself there, pressure on her cunt immediately after slapping it before slowly sliding up and slapping down hard again. Her clit was so sensitive from the teasing touches of the other arm that the pain from these slaps nearly made her black out. Her breathing became erratic as she tried to catch her breath between sobs and screams whilst the arm continued its torture.

Suddenly, the two arms pulled away and retreated back into the floor. As she blinked away her tears she looked down to inspect the damage to her body.

Her breasts were striped with methodically placed welts of bloody red and bruised purples and black. Her nipples no longer dripped with blood, but were red and swollen. Craning her neck to see over her chest, her thighs were similarly striped with thicker band-aid like stripes and glistened on the inside with her desperate juices. She couldn’t see her cunt but she could feel it throbbing and swollen; desperate to be touched and yet begging to be left alone.

Just then, the bed made a small jolt and she felt her legs begin to move outwards as the lower half of the bed split into an upside down ‘Y’ shape, her legs still restrained but now parted and her cunt and ass exposed.

“Oh god…” she whispered to herself, as she anticipated the next wave of abuse.

This time two new tentacle arms appeared out of the floor. These were smoother all around compared to the previous ones. They were identical: rounded heads with a smooth material that looked like rubber or latex covering about 7 inches down followed by the same coiled metal rings which created the remainder of the tentacle like all the others. These two were wider than the others though. About 3 or 4 inches around. She instantly knew what these were for and cried out as they shot towards her.

The first arm plunged itself into her dripping wet cunt as she cried out. It forced its way in deeply pulling itself out slowly so she could feel every inch of it, drawing a deep moan from her lips. Painfully slowly it thrust into her, her desperate cunt growing wetter with each thrust. Gradually, the arm picked up pace, her breathing growing shallow and ragged. Her cunt ached and tingled as she could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

“Fuck that feels amazing….” she whispered breathlessly.

The arm pulled away, dripping her juices. She felt herself instinctively whimper with need at this sudden denial.

The tentacle, now slick and wet, moved quickly and pushed itself against her asshole, forcing itself inside her with far less sensitivity.

She screamed as she was painfully sodomised by this thing, relentlessly pounding away at her ass. There was no gradual build up this time, just brutal force. The second arm shot into action and filled her cunt again, pumping just as hard now as the first arm was. This was pleasure and pain mixed into one, her mind fogging over and letting herself go to the ministrations of these machines.

Suddenly she felt them stretching her, as though they were growing inside of her, inflating and widening, Their pace never slowed as they continued to stretch her out.

“Oh god, fuck, fuck, I’m so full” she screamed as the arms began to push deeper, harder and faster.

She’d never been so stretched, so full before. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. Her cunt and ass ached with ecstatic pain as she bucked her hips and rode the arms as they continued to pump into her. She could feel herself tighten around them as she found herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. As she neared the peak, the arms retracted and disappeared into the floor. Her body was left shaking, her juices dripping down her legs onto the floor and her holes gaping from the sudden disappearance of the tentacle arms. She was left desperate, breathless and denied. She felt herself frantically tugging at the restraints again, this time in protestation of the dismissal of the machines.

Click.

She looked around and remembered the camera. Had it been there the whole time, recording her? She had been so lost in what was going on she had quite forgotten it.

“End of procedure.” The calm, emotionless machine voice struck up again.

The room was quiet save for her laboured breathing.

“Begin procedure again?” This time the voice questioned her directly. The camera sat suspended clicking and whirring as if in waiting for her answer.

She thought about the sharp, horrific pain from the first two tentacle arms. Her breasts and thighs were slightly numb now, but no doubt the pain would be ten times worse on open wounds. She thought about how she still had no idea where she was, what this facility was, how she got here, how she would get out or if they would even let her. She thought about she had been brutally sodomised and assaulted by these strange machines, filled to capacity and stretched.

She thought about how maybe if she did it all again, she might be allowed to cum.

“Yes.”