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The Institute of Advanced Sexuality - Chapter 22
The trip to her new home was uneventful. The mountie treated her better than most, which was surprising to her since she had confessed to having been part of a plot to kill the mountie that he now replaced. However the moment she was turned over to the authorities that ran this new experimental prison, her treatment was cruel, and she was treated like an animal good only for their tests that were nothing more than exercises in sadism. Someone must have had a warped sense of humor to select this prison site only a few miles from the road that bordered Slave Lake. It was located some five miles off that road, a mere spur that had three gates one had to pass to reach the facility. Except for prisoners, their escorts and an occasional delivery of items required for the facility to operate effectively, no one ever visited this place.
Frieda was the fifteenth prisoner to enter this stark, isolated fortress peopled by prisoners, their keepers and the scientific personnel that depended upon the inmates for the data they were constantly taking, evaluating and arguing over among themselves. Her introduction told her all she needed to know about her new surroundings. The moment the mountie took his leave, heading back to what passed for civilization, his former prisoner was hustled off to the infirmary for a thorough body cavity search and physical examination that was rather inclusive, painful and humiliating. To Frieda it was nothing new to her considering the ordeals she had already endured over the past ten years or more. She was approximately thirty-one, and had no remembrance of her birth date or any documentation that proved she was a Canadian citizen. It didn't sink in that if they so wished, Frieda would remain here for the rest of her life working as a test subject for the various experiments that the staff carried out almost continuously.
They made her stand naked with legs wide apart, feet inside the circles on the floor, arms extended to the sides of her body. She was given weights to hold and warned there would be severe consequences if she dropped them or brought her arms down. A heavyset guard spread her cunt lips apart and jammed her fingers into Frieda's cunt and moved them around to search for contraband. Satisfied there was none present she performed the same search of the prisoner's anus. Frieda was caught off guard when another of the people surrounding her jammed a wooden baton up into her cunt and poked it against her cervix, watching Frieda's face for some reaction and smiling when she saw the quick biting of the lips by her charge. She was already planning her first visit to the prisoner's cell, a welcome wagon of sorts in her possession.
Soon Frieda's arms began to tremble from the strain of holding those weights. The two guards ignored her problem and began squeezing her tits to search for something, anything that might justify more intimate contact with the prisoner. One of the weights fell from her grip and she blinked back the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes. Then one of the guards slammed her baton across Frieda's kidney areas, working back and forth while shouting this was nothing compared to what was in store for her for being disobedient and letting the weight fall to the floor. This tirade distracted the prisoner and she never saw the knee that came up into her crotch and actually lifted her body from the floor. Frieda vomited all over herself as she writhed in agony on the cold floor. Now both guards were taking turns kicking her body as she rolled from one side to the other in a determined effort to protect her bare body from the vicious kicks they were delivering. Finally one kick caught her on the side of the head and she went out like a light.
When she awoke Frieda discovered she was in a small room with walls made from metal, no visible entrance and one light high up on the roof of her cage. She was lying on a concrete floor that was ice cold and her breath produced condensation. She was still naked and there were many spots on her body that hurt. She worried that perhaps one or more of her ribs might be cracked or broken because every time she inhaled she felt a lancing pain in her side. She had no idea how long she'd been unconscious, and began immediately to worry about what new punishment had already been decreed for her. She discovered that there was a metal bucket that was obviously her toilet. The room now felt like an icebox and she shivered and tried to create some warmth by turning her body into a ball, but the pain from her injuries would not allow it. How long would she be held in this small, isolated cell, so small she was unable to take more than a few steps in any direction? Sleep was impossible thanks to her injuries, the bitter cold that was already sinking into her bones and the way her mind was working. To keep her composure from totally crumbling she argued that her captors had no plans to kill her at this time. They also were probably not going to seriously harm her this early in her sentence. Armed with these facts, she decided to wait them out and stop tormenting herself about what they planned for her next.
They won that struggle. First the overhead light would turn off for a time then back on for a time, never any pattern to it. Worse still the room had an inlet in the ceiling that pumped cold air into her cell when she least expected it. On occasion the temperature in the icebox would get to below freezing, just long enough for her to panic and begin pounding mindlessly against the walls. This game was too one-sided for Frieda to possibly win or even draw. She lost track of time and her injuries continued to bother her. Sleep came in periods of minutes and infrequently. Frieda didn't realize just how dehydrated she was getting. She no longer used the bucket since she had no need of it. Finally she fell into a comatose state that indicated her body was on the verge of giving up the struggle, exactly what her captors were seeking. They now had a data point on their newest experimental subject, and from then on there would be many more over the twenty years that followed.
An exhausted and frightened Frieda was returned to the processing area and made to pay for the delay in finishing her physical and other matters. Despite her stay in solitary and nothing of significance found in the waste from her bucket, Frieda was treated as if she were a suspected smuggler. Not only was she naked, they cuffed her hands behind her back and hobbled her as well. She endured an enema and douche that made her feel as if the lining of those sensitive regions had been burned away. Not satisfied with one, her captors gave her two of each. The weak and shaky prisoner was then given a barium enema that she was made to hold for over an hour before being X-rayed. She passed that test much to the irritation of the technicians who had hoped for something that might allow them to do some other invasive tests that always left the prisoner in a state of total terror for fear that they might be done to her again.
Frieda did not realize how damaging a mammogram could be, having never experienced one. The person operating the machine grinned as the prisoner's left breast was placed on the crosshatched metal plate. She decided that Frieda's full, rounded tit had a considerable amount of fat content and thus needed more pressure to flatten it so that the x-rays could penetrate fully. This ruse never failed and so it was with Frieda.
A larger piston was substituted for the normal one and soon it was squashing her tit flat as she screamed in agony and terror. The x-ray machine was turned on and the dial set at maximum. Frieda's breasts each took the equivalent of a dozen normal mammograms that afternoon without her realizing it. It was only later when her sore tits began to blister from the high dosage of x-rays that Frieda became frightened and sought medical help, which was denied by the guards. Fortunately even though the top layer of skin eventually peeled from her tits, it was replaced with new skin.
The pelvic examination that followed was an exercise in sadism. She knew there would be trouble by the way they strapped her body to the table. Her legs were opened to their limit and she was tilted so her anus was also easily available. Soon the first piece of cold metal was thrust into her cunt without the benefit of any lubricant. It was a speculum designed to open her vagina so it could be examined for any abnormalities. In fact it was done to humiliate and torture her. She was helpless to prevent the "doctor" from opening the tool well beyond what would be needed. Although she had never given birth, Frieda got a small taste of what that process must entail. The woman then used a swab to obtain some samples for analysis. She was both clumsy and cruel, leaving Frieda's insides throbbing with pain. As bad and invasive as that was, it paled in comparison to what took place when her anus was examined.
Entering her anal passageway caused Frieda to bleed, but not enough to dissuade the examiner from moving further into her rectum. It was tough going and so she used the screws to open the speculum further, leading to a greater discharge of blood from the prisoner's anus. She had Frieda gagged to muffle the screams that had begun to irritate the "doctor", if that was what she was. The pain was causing Frieda to mindlessly struggle to escape her bonds. That acted to annoy the one examining her even more and to retaliate she opened the speculum even further now causing thin tears to the region from her sphincter muscle inward to the rectum. She was in agony and things got even worse as the woman decided to take some samples along the entire segment from rectum to colon.
Frieda passed out about midway into this fiendish torture, driven by a combination of fear and pain. When she recovered, her anus was still distended by the metal tool and now that she was awake her tormentor added some new pain to the mix. She swabbed the prisoner's anal canal from rectum to colon using an astringent that stopped the bleeding but made any area touched by it feel as if it had caught fire. Frieda lasted for a few minutes before once more escaping into darkness. When they revived her, someone commented that she'd be ready for testing within a few days. She and her team were looking forward to stressing the new prisoner to her limits and perhaps beyond if she gave them more trouble. It was a frightened and confused prisoner who was returned to the metal room that would prove to be her permanent housing except when she was to visit the laboratory for testing or the guards' recreation area for fun and games.
When she returned, everything was as it had been except her waste bucket had been emptied. She also finally figured out that there was a door built almost seamlessly into one of the walls. A feeding port was located at the base of the door and once a day she was given some type of solid food and water, or some other liquid, usually containing some type of drug to prepare her for whatever experiment in which she was to be involved. In her entire time at the prison she never saw another prisoner, although there were often references made to others in her presence. Frieda had just settled down as much as she could, being stark naked under a light that never seemed to go dark. Without warning the door to her room swung open and two grinning guards ordered her to her feet and handcuffed and hobbled their prisoner before pushing her out of the room or cell as they described it. She was unprepared for the groping she received and the tongue that pushed past her lips and began swabbing the inside of her mouth. For a brief moment she stiffened and resisted this assault on her person. That proved to be a big mistake as she quickly discovered. One of the guards jammed her baton into Frieda's belly, making her retch and turning her legs to jelly.
"Any attempt on your part to resist in anyway anything done to you by a guard is strictly forbidden. You will pay for your current offense just as soon as we get you to where the rest of our group is waiting. This is to be your introduction to our version of prison society, only you won't be a debutant, but the lowest class in the facility, a prisoner who is a test subject with no identity. If you are wise you will allow us, your guards, to protect you from yourself for a price measured in our prison exchange currency. Resist and you may not wake up one morning and your body will be disposed in a way that will totally eliminate any evidence that you ever existed."
Frieda blanched at that last remark. Until now her death had not been an issue, even when the Eskimo women did their worst to her. She nearly tripped and fell when she had to turn a corner. Again she took a jab from a baton, but with much less rancor. They walked down a long corridor and she shivered from the coolness, which made her escorts laugh. Another turn and a few more steps took them to another door that opened for them after one of her escorts struck it with her baton. This room was much larger, warmer and contained some furniture including a large bed with a mattress that apparently had plenty of usage in the past. Frieda would become very familiar with this piece of furniture as well as the table with straps that stood in the corner.
However her attention was now directed to the four women standing around in various stages of undress. They ranged in age from perhaps early thirties to late forties with in most cases, lean bodies. Everyone's hair was cut short for reasons she would learn about later. One was as naked as she, with a pubic mound devoid of hair and a set of pert tits. The others seemed to give her some respect, which was put away for future reference by Frieda. Another woman, in her forties, wore only a bra and had a potbelly that hung over her hairy cunt mouth. She stared at Frieda like a hungry animal looking at its next meal. The other two, who looked almost as if they were sisters, wore panties and nothing else. They had good-sized tits with surprisingly little sag to them. Later Frieda would learn from some idle conversation that their tits were a reward from those who ran this facility. In the time it took to absorb everything that she saw, her escorts had removed most of their clothing as well. The naked guard smiled coldly and spoke.
"We are the best friends you have in this facility. Treat us well and you will survive your sentence, not that there won't be much pain and suffering on your part once the medical people get their hands on you. You are fresh meat and we all will be interested in seeing just how valuable you will be for each of the groups. We have little to do except spar for position here. The rest of the prisoners are not your concern. They don't know about you and vice versa. If you give us any trouble, at first you will be punished severely. If you continue to make trouble you will become a brain-dead subject for some of the more esoteric activities managed by the medical group. When they no longer have any use for your services you will be terminated and disappear from the face of the earth. Remember what I have said, and now on your knees and start getting me all hot and bothered with that tongue of yours."
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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