“Very good, Igor. Fun, isn’t it? It’s even better when they scream. Now, I’m going to have a late dinner while you clean her up. Keep her under light sedation. I will check on you later.” He put his lab coat in the closet and left the laboratory, closing the door behind him.
Immediately, she spoke. “That hurt. I have to get better at blocking pain.”
“I didn’t want to do that.”
“I know. I heard your thoughts. You weren’t aroused at all, seeing me and touching me like that, were you?”
“No.”
“That filthy old psychopath was. I didn’t have to read his mind to know that. He has some new drug he wants to use to make me his sex-slave or something, doesn’t he? The sorceress says she can beat him.”
“She’s wrong. No one can beat him. The best thing we can hope for is that his drug works.”
“That sounds like the worst thing. I should be able to resist the effects.”
“He’ll kill you, Sadie.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen. Now wash me the way you’re supposed to. We don’t want Master to suspect anything.”
I bathed her private parts with the scented water and mild soap Master used on his women, paying careful attention to cleaning away the evidence of my latest crime. I applied a healing salve to the smallest speculum in the laboratory and pushed it carefully inside, moving it around gently to try to reach the area I had wounded.
“That helps. The sorceress is letting me feel everything now.” Her nipples were erect and her button was swollen under its hood. “You should stop. I’m having distracting thoughts. So are you, Igor.”
In a different time, a different world, I would be wild with lust for this young woman, but fear and guilt squelched that before it could really start. “I’ll leave you so you can shave. Master likes his girls to look as young as possible.”
“Shave my pubic hair?”
“Yes. Everything down there.”
“I don’t think Sadie ever did that.”
“I’ll bring you what you need.”
“Do you know how to do it, Igor?”
“Master makes me prepare all the girls.”
“Could you do it for me? I use an electric on my legs. I don’t trust myself with a razor and a mirror.”
“Will you put yourself under?” I asked.
“No. We have to talk, and I have to get used to being touched.”
I was done with the careful scissors work on her mound and her lips. Taking both her legs in one hand, I moved her so I could work around her star.
“You have no idea what I just said, do you, Igor?”
“No.”
“It’s okay. I probably wasn’t making any sense.”
By the time I was done rinsing the last of the shaving cream from her, Sadie was leaking, her peach opened on it’s own, now to be defiled by my insane Master. My hatred for him made me want her more, and that made me loathe myself. I couldn’t degrade her further. “Would you please dry yourself?”
“Of course. I’m sorry I embarrassed you,” she said. “I didn’t mean to let my body react, so I’m not upset that yours did.”
“I don’t know what to say to you, Sadie.”
“It’s okay, really. I don’t remember anyone ever looking at me or touching me that way. I,… well,… you know I was a virgin. At least, Sadie Hawkins was.”
I hung my head in shame.
“Igor, look at me.”
Her slender, pale nakedness was nothing compared to her eyes. It was the first time I dared look at them. They were old and wise, shockingly beautiful in her young face. “I’ll deal with what happens here. I was always a strong girl, I think. I told you I don’t remember anything before late August, but I’m doing pretty well, which I think says a lot about the real me, whoever that is. If the sorceress in my head wants me to do something here, I’ll do it, but I may need your help.”
“How?”
“Tell me more about his experiment.”
“Master developed a new drug. It’s supposed to turn a virgin into a wanton, insatiable slut.”
“A date-rape drug?”
“Even if it worked, Master probably wouldn’t sell it. He’d just make me get more girls for him.”
“He thinks he’s going to have me,” Sadie chuckled.
“Why do you think that’s funny?”
“Unless he restrains me, he won’t be able to rape me, and he’ll have to catch me to do that. I don’t know what this thing in my head will do to him if he touches me.”
“Sadie, we don’t know what the drug is. It could kill you. None of his other experiments worked. If you live through what Master does to you, you’ll meet the others that survived.”
The dogs fell silent in the hall outside the laboratory. “Put yourself in a trance!” I hissed, shoving her down on the exam table and covering her with a sheet.
“Igor?” Master called from the doorway. “Have you finished?”
“Yes, Master. Clean and prepped. She is lightly sedated.”
“Good. She’s an excellent specimen for my newest experiment. I have a very good feeling about this, and the cards say I must approach this one differently. Dress her and put her to bed in the cell next to the laboratory. Let her sleep it off. Feed her when she wakes. Try to calm her down. Bathe her again, and put more healing ointment in her. I want her good and ready. You will give me a progress report tomorrow.” He closed the door and walked away.
“Sadie?”
“I’m here. What am I supposed to wear?”
“Follow me.”
From a cabinet I opened, she chose a simple cotton gown and slipped it over her head. “Where do I sleep?”
We went to the observation cell next to the laboratory. Its walls were strong wire mesh, a huge cage allowing complete visibility.
“Not a lot of privacy,” she said.
“No.”
“Not even for the toilet and shower. Not even a shower curtain.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I didn’t think you were an interior designer. All right, so I guess I try to sleep. Will you be the one to bring me food?”
“Master told me to feed you, so yes.”
“What will you do tonight?”
“I’ll spend the evening with the other girls. I hope the nun is okay.”
“The sorceress thinks best in my dreams, Igor. None of the others will be able to help, will they?”
“I can’t see how. The dogs will know if more than one person walks in that stairwell. I can go up and down, but no one else unless I carry them. Even then we might be attacked.”
“Hmmm. Four disabled girls and a pack of mutant dogs will make this a challenge. Maybe the sorceress needs to meditate. Go. Let a girl get her beauty sleep. I want to be well-rested for Master.”
I locked the cell-door behind me and went downstairs.
“Igor’s coming! I smell dinner!” Belinda’s excited voice echoed down the dark corridor.
I pushed my improvised food cart into their cell. “How is the nun?”
Sharon beckoned me to the gurney next to her bed. “Close to waking up. It would be better for her if she had something more modest covering her. She prays in her sleep, but she doesn’t answer us.”
“I’ll be right back.” Hurrying to a storage area near my cell, I gathered the bags Sadie and I filled with things from her room. Even though the nun was a much larger girl, maybe we could find something for her.
I dumped my loot on the floor in the middle of the girls’ cell near Frieda.
Sharon scoffed, “What did you do, Igor? Break into a kid’s closet?”
“This is from the university dorm room of experimental subject number thirteen in Master’s virgin human female series. She’s in the observation cell upstairs.”
“What does he plan to do to this one?” Frieda asked.
“Drug experiment. I hope she doesn’t suffer.”
Sadie’s voice whispered in my head, “Don’t tell them any more.”
“Her stuff smells nice,” Belinda murmured, kneeling next to me and running her hands over the pile of clothes on the floor.
“Bring me that sweatsuit,” Sharon said. “If it’s baggy enough, maybe we can stuff her into it.”
The zipper on the hoodie wouldn’t close, so I forced a white tank-top down over the blond’s breasts. On Sadie, it would have been modest, the sort of thing a girl layers loose over another shirt. On the nun, it was a second skin, but we felt a little better about her appearance with the dark green fleece zipped as far as it would go. The jogging pants didn’t need to be tied.
“Did you shave her, Igor?” Frieda asked.
“No. That’s the way she was when Master undressed her. I didn’t think nuns shaved. If I knew she did, I would have found another one. Master wasn’t happy about that.”
“She’ll be upset when she sees what she’s wearing,” Sharon said, “but I think I can get her through that part. You must be tired, Igor. Go get some rest.”
My sleep was interrupted by a cry from across the hallway. “Where am I?”
“Shush!” Belinda hissed.
“Who are you? What happened?” the new voice said.
“Be quiet,” Frieda whispered. “We’ll explain.”
There was a lot of whispering, and then the new voice said, “But, I’m not a nun. I’m not even Catholic. I didn’t sign up for this. I’m out.” She rattled the cell door. “Guard?”
I opened my own cell door and turned on the dim light in the hallway. “Be quiet.”
“What the hell are you supposed to be?” the nun gasped.
“That’s Igor,” Belinda said.
“Incredible costume, big boy, but this isn’t my kind of party, so let me out of here.”
“You don’t talk like a nun,” Sharon said from the shadows in her corner of the cell.
“I’m an actress and a dancer. I was on my way to work when someone grabbed me. Then I was in stirrups with some weirdo, and now I have a bandage on my head and a killer headache. Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone how I got hurt, okay?”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“My stage name at the club is DDDelicious. I could do a routine starting with an outfit like this if I had a water bottle and some free-weights but I won’t have a job if I don’t show up at that party. Where’s my nun stuff? The hat thing should hide the bandage.”
“When Master was finished with his examination, I put what was left of your habit in the furnace.”
“I rented that stuff! Those granny-panties weren’t even mine!”
“What is your real name?”
“Why should I tell a guy who goes by Igor? Take your mask off and tell me what’s going on. This isn’t funny anymore.”
“If you scream, we might all die. I want to know your name before I turn on all the lights.”
“On my website, it’s Trixxxi, but my real name is Mary. Mary Hartman Goldstien. That’s the truth. Our family tradition says the maternal grandmother gets to name her first granddaughter. Grandpa sold TVs. That’s the truth. May I please go?”
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