I must have passed out from the orgasm. My eyes were still closed
and I didn't want to open them. I heard a low humming noise and felt the
pain in my anus subside as the probe was retracted. Then the pressure in
my tightly stretched vagina also subsided as the device which had just
raped me, slowly backed out. I could still feel the pinching sensation on my
now sore clit from the electric wires which were still attached. Thoughts
raced through my mind. How much longer until I was overtaken by the
effect of the implant now inserted deep inside me. I had assumed the effect
would be immediate. Tripp had said that the ORG-X implant would be
activated when I came. And god, what an orgasm it had been! But I didn't
feel any different. Suddenly I was startled by a woman's voice coming from
an overhead PA system. "Mr. Tripp, please report to lounge number 8. Mr.
Tripp, please report to lounge number 8 immediately!" "Dam", said Tripp.
I opened my eyes to see him walking over to an intercom on the wall. He
pressed a button. "Is this an emergency? I'm in the lab....OK, I'll be right
there." He turned to face us and I quickly closed my eyes again. Maybe he
would think I was still passed out. There was silence for a few moments,
then I heard Monica.... "Ahhhohhhhh, yeessss, oooh god, jesus, yessss
more, Ahhhhhheeeeeeeeee". I look across to see Tripp facing Monica. The
plate and wires attached to her clit had been removed. He had his hand
between her spread legs. "Please, more! Fuck me. Pleeeeaaase Fuck Me!".
"I have to go for now my dear, but I'll be back soon" he said. "Maybe by
then your friend will have awoken. Then the real fun will start!" Hearing
that, I went back to faking my sleeping condition. I heard the whoosh of
the door opening and closing. Tripp was gone.

I looked over at Monica. Her eyes looked glassy and she was
gyrating her hips slightly, trying to find stimulation. "Monica, look at
me!"
She closed her eyes and moaned softly. "Monica", I called as loud as I
could without yelling. Her gaze turned to me. "What do you feel? Are you
OK?" "Oh Rachel.... please come over to me. I want you. I need you to
touch me. Pleeeeease put your tongue up my cunt! Pleeease!" I couldn't
believe I was hearing this from Monica. She was so sweet. So innocent.
But one thing was for sure, I was not effected the same way Monica was. I
could only guess that the implant was not functioning correctly. I had to
escape. If I could act as if the drug was working, I might buy some time.
Could I convince Tripp. The though of him raping me made me nauseous.
Suddenly I was startled from my thoughts by Tripp's voice over the
intercom. "Well girls, it appears that I'm going to be busy for a while.
Just
relax. I'll send someone in to show you to the dormitory soon. Please
follow all orders. I know you will!" It looks like god had blessed me. I
decided to question Monica again before anyone came for us. She seemed
to have calmed down. "Monica, how do you feel?" "I feel fine Rachel", she
said in a subdued voice. "What do you want to do?", I asked. "What do
you want me to do?", she replied. "We have to escape!" "OK", she said
softly. Then I said, "We have to stay here forever." "OK", she said again.
She no longer had a will of her own!

A few minutes later, the door opened and an attractive red hared
girl walked in. She was wearing nothing but white high-cut panties and a
white cotton tank-top tee-shirt. The shirt was very tight and the outline of
the nipple clamps were plainly visible though the material, not to mention,
the size of her breasts. She walked over to Monica and using the remote,
brought her arms and legs back to a standing position. Monica said
nothing. Then she release the restraining latches one by one. After which,
Monica just stood there. The girl came over to me. I tried to have a blank
look on my face. First she removed the plate and wires which were
pinching my clitoris. Thank god! Then she did the same as she had done for
Monica. I was free! For a moment I though of running. But where would I
go. Besides I didn't know the codes for any of the doors. The girl said,
"Please follow me." I tried to watch as she punched in the code at the door
panel. But all I got were the first two numbers. The chamber on the other
side of the lab had a closet with some robes in it. The red head handed us
each a rob and told us to put it on. We complied. The rob was so short it
barely covered my ass. Then we followed her down a hallway to an
elevator. The elevator also required a code. We went down 3 floors to a
level marked 'DORM-1'. Other levels below were marked 'GROUND',
'S1', 'S2', and 'DOCK'. The dorm level consisted of a main lounge, with
hallways leading off in 6 directions. The lounge was large but there were
no windows. Many women were sitting around in soft looking chairs, each
with it's own table and reading light. Everyone was reading a book. All the
women were attractive and young looking. They were all wearing the same
white panties and tank-top. All had nipple clamps and all were silent. I
wondered if they had been told to read?

As we followed the red-head toward one of the halls leading from
the lounge, a female voice came over the PA. "Will Margaret T. and Susan
W. please report to the shuttle.... Will Margaret T. and Susan W. please
report to the shuttle." I noticed a pretty girl with brown hair and smallish
breasts get up from one of the chairs and head toward the elevator. She left
the book behind on the table. The hallway we entered was marked with a
blue circle. Other halls had different colored markers. Small rooms lined
both sides with a number above each. The rooms had no doors! I noticed
that Monica was not showing any interest in the rooms, so I tried my best
not to act differently. From what I could see, each room had a bed and
dresser. There were girls laying on some of the beds. Halfway down the
long hall, we stopped at a larger opening which was marked with the
universal symbol for 'Ladies Room'. Our guide turned to us and said,
"Please take a shower, dry your hair, and put on basic make-up. You may
use the lavatory if you wish. Then return to your rooms and dress. Rachel,
you will use room Blue-48. Monica, you will use room Blue-50. Remain in
your rooms until called for." With that she turned and headed back down
the hall. Monica immediately headed into the shower area. I followed.
There were walls between each shower stall, but no curtains or doors. It
felt good to get clean. I relaxed and let the hot water run over my body.
What a nightmare this has been. Is it really all happening? Before I knew
it,
Monica was finished. There was a wide counter with sinks, mirrors, and
chairs. She was already drying her hair with a blower. I quickly washed my
own hair and dried off. Occasionally, another girl would come in and use
the toilet. At least those stalls had doors! Monica never said a word or
even looked at me. Eventually she finished and headed for her room. I used
the toilet. My vagina was so sore. I though about trying to remove the
implant, but decided it was futile. Besides, it might activate if I did
something. So I put back on the rob and headed for my room. Monica had
left hers behind.

As it turned out, Monica's room was the last one on the left at the
end of the hall. Mine was just next to hers. I risked peeking in on her. She
was laying on the bed with her eyes closed. She had put on panties and a
tee-shirt. As I expected, the only furniture in my room was a bed and
dresser. The top drawer had white cotton panties, all bikini style. Second
drawer had cotton tees, all tank-tops. The third had tampons, pads, and a
new toothbrush. I quickly dressed and put the rob on a hook on the wall.
Then I laid on the bed to think. I had to escape and soon. I wasn't sure
what time it was, but I had been awake for what seemed like an entire day.
I though back to this morning (if it had been morning), when I first awoke
with Monica and Phoebes. God, I wonder where Phoebe is. I tried to focus
on the problem at hand, but soon I drifted off to sleep. I'm not sure how
long I slept, but when I awoke the lighting in my room and the hall had
been dimmed. I assume that meant it was night time. I looked out into the
hall. It was clear. Quickly I moved toward Monica's room. The rooms on
the opposite wall were staggered so that you couldn't see from one to the
other across the hall. The room across and between mine and Monica's,
number 49, was empty. Much to my horror, so was Monica's. She was
gone!

I had to get out, but how. Without the codes for the doors, I was
trapped. But then I remember the girls being paged from the lounge. They
must have known the codes. In fact, maybe all the girls new the code. After
all, they had no reason to try and escape. It was worth a try. I silently
walked down the hall to the first room with a sleeping girl in it. Room
number 38 contained a very young looking girl with short blond hair. She
looked very innocent just sleeping there. I shook her gently until her green
eyes opened and she looked up at me. She didn't seem all that surprised.
"Please be very quite", I asked her. She whispered, "Sure". "Do you know
the code to the elevator?" I asked. "Yes, but we are not allowed to tell it
to
anyone." "Dam!", I thought to myself. "It's OK, you can tell me." "I'm
sorry, but I'm really not allowed to tell. In fact, I'm not supposed to talk
with any of the other girls." The ORG-X drug which was slowly being
released into her nipples had destroyed her will to think. All she could do
was take orders. But why wouldn't she take the orders from me? Maybe I
could remove the nipple clamps? No, that would probably hurt her. On the
other hand, what would happen if I increased the dosage. Maybe then she
would tell me. It was my only chance. I sat on the bed next to her. She was
laying on her side and I gently pushed her on her back. She gave no
resistance. I placed my hands on her breasts and she moaned slightly.
Could I do this? I'd never touched another woman before. My fingers
moved up to her nipples. They were pushed up against the tight cotton tee.
I placed my thumb and forefinger around each nipple and she moaned a
little louder. "Please be very quite", I told her again. Then I gently
squeezed. For a moment nothing happened. Then she began to squirm. I
placed my hand over her mouth as her moaning became louder. One of her
hands moved down between her legs. She pushed it under the panties and
began to masturbate. I asked again, "What's the code to the elevator?"
"Oooo, please touch me!", she said softly. "What's the code?", no
response. Then, suddenly, she took my hand in hers and moved it down to
her pussy. Before I realized it, my fingers were on her dripping lips.
Instinctively, I found her clit and began to rub in a circular motion. Her
hips raised off the bed. "What's The Code!" "Sheeveen...Fiiivvve, ahhh,
Thhhreeeee, One, ohhhaaaaa, Twooo, Fiiiivveeeee." Then she came. Her
hips bucked and I covered her mouth! I left her there, still dripping and
moaning.

Quickly I moved down the hall. The lounge was empty. All the
chair lights were off and the overhead lighting was dimmed. Near the
elevator door, I noticed another door marked 'Stairs'. It had no keypad. I
decided the stairs would be safer than the elevator which might be
monitored. I opened the door and stepped into the stairwell. As the door
closed behind me, I saw the keypad on the wall. Could I get back in? Well,
here goes. I punched in 7,5,3,1,2,5, then 'Open'. I heard the door click. I
let out a sigh of relief. Now what? As I recalled from the buttons on the
elevator, the floors above me were marked 'DORM-2', 'MED', 'LAB',
and 'OBSERVATORY'. The though of the lab sent shivers down my
spine. Up was not the way to go. Below me was 'GROUND', 'S1', 'S2',
and 'DOCK'. Dock! Maybe there would be a boat to escape in. I started
down the stairs. Each level had a door with a keypad. The doors were
marked the same as the elevator buttons. I wondered what 'S1' and 'S2'
meant? The stairs were cold and I had nothing covering my feet. At the
bottom, I tried the code on the door marked 'DOCK'..... No click! A small
light on the panel momentarily turned red. I tried the code again.... no
luck.
Back up the stairs, I tried the 'S1' and 'S2' doors, also without success.
But the door marked 'GROUND' gave me a satisfying 'click'.

Slowly I opened the door and peeked out. The large room beyond
was empty with the exception of a few sofas and a receptionist counter
near the left wall. And there were windows and doors leading out! Outside
was dark. From what I could see, it looked tropical. Then I saw headlights
coming toward the building. I ran toward the desk and ducked behind.
There was a tall plant next to the desk, and using it as cover, I was able
to
watch what was happening. A shuttle type bus drove up and began to let
women off. They streamed out single file, came in through the glass doors,
and headed toward the elevators. Most were topless, some totally nude.
Still others were wearing the remains of tattered costumes and dresses.
They all looked sweaty and tired, their hair a mess. As I looked closer, I
could see red welts across some of their bodies. Then I saw Phoebe! Her
hair was tied back and slimy looking. Her wrists and ankles looked red and
sore. There was an odd red mark in the shape of an 'X' across each of her
breasts. I saw what could only have been dried blood on her thighs. Tears
welled up in my eyes. I had to save her, but how. Before I could react, she
had entered the elevator with the rest, and the doors silently closed. I
watched the lights above the elevator. They stopped on 'D2'.

I had to think quickly. The women driving the bus had on a white
jacket, similar the girls who had taken me to the lab prep room. Maybe she
knew the other codes. I ran out from my hiding place and out the glass
doors. A warm breeze was blowing. The bus door was already closed. I
knocked on the glass window on the bus door. The driver looked at me,
then opened the doors and said, "Please return to your room." Before she
could close the door again, I jumped in. She looked surprised at my
actions, then said, "Where are your nipple clamps?" Without thinking, I
pulled her jacket open and squeezed down hard on both her large nipples.
Now she looked really surprised. I put both my arms under hers and
dragged her from the driver seat onto the center isle floor. Already she was
moaning, one hand rubbing her breasts, the other between her legs.
"What's the door code?", I asked. "Seven, Five, Three, One Two Five",
she replied through her moans of pleasure. "No, what's the code for the
restricted levels?" "I can't teeellll yooouuu." I climbed on top of her,
straddling her and pinning her arms with my knees. This prevented her
from further stimulation. "Pleeeasee touch meeee! Lick my cunttt!
Pleeeaaaase!" "Tell me the code!" "I need relieffff. Eat me fiirssst. Then
I'll
tell you!" I reached behind and felt between her legs. There were two small
snaps in the crotch of her jumper. The material was already very wet. I
pulled the snaps open and began to touch her as I had done earlier.
"Noooo, I want your tongue, pleease lick meee." How could I do this?
I've never been with another woman, let alone tasted pussy. But it seemed
I had no choice. I slid down her body and repositioned myself so that my
head was between her legs. Her aroma was strong but not entirely
distasteful. I lowered my lips toward her shaved vagina. Suddenly she
thrust her hips up. My mouth made contact and I tasted my first pussy. I
started to use my tongue, first exploring her folds of skin, then finding
her
clitoris. "Ohhhh god yessss...more, more! Put it inside, please, deeep
inside!" I moved my tongue down, finding her tight cunt hole and pushed it
inside. She orgasmed almost immediately. I lifted my wet face from
between her legs, feeling both ashamed and at the same time, turned on!
"Now... what is the code?" Her breathing was still very fast. "More, I need
more." "I'll continue after you give me the code." "OK... Six, Nine, Zero,
Zero, Six, Nine... now please fuck meeee!" Quickly, I rolled her over and
pulled off her jacket. Then I left her there, begging for more.

Once again, I was back in the stair well. I put on the jacket. Maybe
the jacket identified a higher level and the other girls would be more
willing
to take orders from me. Now where to? I headed down toward the 'Dock'
level, but stopped at the door marked 'S2'. Something told me deep inside
to try this door first. The code worked! Beyond the door was wide hallway
leading left and right. I walked down the hall reading the signs on each
door. Most seemed to be storage or supply rooms. Then I came upon a
room marked 'Video Vault'. The keypad next to the door showed a green
light, and the door was not locked. It seems that Tripp does not see a great
need for security. At least not after you get into the restricted areas. The
room was large and filled with racks and racks of video tapes stored in
black cases. Each had a code number on the spine. I removed one and
looked at the title; 'Mary Ann Parker, Age 18, Capture'. The next was
titled; 'Mary Ann Parker, Age 18, Client Usage Prior To ORG-X'. I felt
sick to my stomach. On the other side of the room were three small
viewing booths, each with a chair, TV, and VCR. In one of the rooms, the
TV was off, but the VCR was still on. Walking as if in a trance, I entered
the booth, turned on the set, and pressed play. Tripp flashed on the screen,
sitting on a stool in a tropical garden. I looked at the title of the tape
on the
case sitting next to the player, 'The Club, VIP Tour Intro'. Now Tripp was
speaking, telling about the club. "What you're about to see was filmed
inside our 'New Arrival' processing facility. As you can imagine, we are
not at liberty to discuss where our girls are obtained from." Then the
picture changed to a white room with two woman wearing lab coats and
gas masks of some sort. "The gas we use to sedate our captives is
harmless, and the effects wear off in minutes" The camera panned to a
panel on the left wall which slid up. Then a large semi clear cylinder,
riding
on an electric cart moved through the opening and up to a medical table.
The cart was following a yellow line on the floor. The cylinder was about 7
feet long, laying on its side. As it turned out, it was filled with a bluish
gas.
The camera panned in and you could make out a girl laying on her back.

The two women released latches on the front of the cylinder, and
swung the front open. Blue gas drifted out and dissipated. The panel on
which the girl was laying was slid out, over the table top. She was still
dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. Working from both sides, the lab women
strapped the girls wrists and upper arms down at her sides using restraints
built into the table. Her legs were spread wide, and strapped down at the
ankles. A ball gag was placed in her mouth and attached behind her head.
At this point, she seemed to be waking up. With scissors in hand, the two
woman began to remove the girls clothing. By the time she was fully
stripped, she was also fully awake, and terrified. Extra straps were added
at
her thighs and waist. What happened next, I had already experienced.
Using a cold spray, her nipples were enlarged and measured. Tripp
continued to narrate, explaining the process as it happened. "Some of our
girls are trimmed, other are shaved." Using a cream, her pubic hair was
clipped and then shaved bare. "Next we identify if the girl is a virgin. For
an additional fee, you may request the use a virgin prior to her
consumption of the ORG-X drug. The fee is quite steep, as virgins are in
limited quantity!" A small box was attached to a socket in the table
between the girls legs. A probe protruded from it's side, pointing toward
her vagina. Slowly the probe, about 1 inch in diameter, moved to split her.
When it made contact with her tender lips, she began to struggle and shake
her head side to side. One of the lab women put some lubricant on the
shaft. Then pressed a button on the controls. Ever so slowly, the probe
entered the young girl. Tears were running down her face. At about one
inch, it stopped. The other lab women watched the read-out on a small
screen. Then she shook her head "No", and pressed another button. The
probe quickly plunged in. The girl arched her back and tried to scream
through the gag. "As it turns out, Vicki here is not a virgin. So she will
be
fitted with the nipple clamps immediately." Now the probe began to fuck
her in earnest, moving in and out. From the look of a gauge on the side of
the box, I assumed that an electric stimulation was also being applied. Her
nipples became erect. And then a nipple clamp was attached to each! A
minute later, her gag was removed. Now was moaning with pleasure, not
pain.

The tape continued. It showed some of the new girls watching a
training tape. It showed the dormitory levels. The medical facilities. It
even
mentioned some horrid experiments which Tripp was working on. My mind
became numb and I switched off the tape. I ran out of the room and back
to the stairs. I was shaking with panic. Got to get out! Stumbling, I made
it
to the bottom level. I punched in the code but made a mistake. OK Rachel,
get a grip! Calming myself down, I tried the code again... red light, no
click. This level required a different code. Slumping in the corner, I began
to cry softly. After a few minutes, my mind cleared. I couldn't get out this
way. What about on the ground floor. But where would I go. Besides,
what about Monica, and Phoebe, and all the other girls? I had to help them!
How? Think! They were all like sex zombies from the drug. The drug! All I
had to do was find a way to get off those dam nipple clamps. Then we
could all just overrun the place. I'm sure the medical level would have the
small tool Tripp had used to put them on. With determination, I headed
back up. On the way I peeked out the door on the ground floor to see what
happened to the bus. It was gone. Hopefully, the driver had recovered and
just went on doing her job. But that was not the problem. The horizon was
getting lighter. It would be morning very soon. There was no time to put
my plan in action. I would have to wait until tonight. Much as I hated the
though, I headed back to my room. Luckily, no one was up yet. I removed
the jacket and stuffed in the back of the bottom drawer. Then I went to see
if Monica was back yet. She was! Laying asleep on her side in a fetal
position. She was nude. I could see what looked like cum dripping from
between her legs. I stroked her hair. Poor Mon. Tears ran down my cheeks
as I returned to my room. I lied down in bed. The day ahead would
probably be the hardest of my life. I would have to do whatever I was told!
I would have to act as if I enjoyed it! I would have to become a sex toy!