Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Hoop
Title: Incarceration
Part: 30
Summary: More drugs for Zoe, before she has to orally pleasure the new
girl.
Keywords: FF, bd, nc, oral

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   "You knew about the last drug," the girl said.  "After I gave it to you,
you mentioned its precursor before you went under completely.  There's no
way you could have known that."

   Zoe struggled with hazy memories of the few moments of lucidity between
the administration of the drug, and her descent into a twisted,
multicoloured nightmare.  She remembered that it had been a tryptamine, one
of the ones she had been working on for Helen before she found herself on
the other side of her schemes.



   "I told you.  I used to work for her.  Like you," she said.

   "That's not true." The girl leaned in close to Zoe's face, pressing hard
on her shoulders.  "That can't be true.  Miss Stanford wouldn't do
something like that."

   "You're sure about that?  Just how long have you been working for her,
anyway?"

   "That's none of your concern," she said.



   "How did you know, though?" The girl paced to the other side of the room
and back again, digging at her thumbnail with her teeth.



   "You escaped, didn't you?" she said.  "You must have got into the lab
somehow, and had a look around.  But they caught you, didn't they?  And
they brought you back.  And that's why Miss Stanford wants me to test the
new treatment on you.  And you couldn't possibly know anything about that,
could you?"



   A cold sensation started somewhere in Zoe's stomach, and spread up her
spine.  Much of the most recent work she'd done had consisted of trying to
convince Helen that her latest idea, a particularly nasty cocktail of
phenethylamines and barbiturates, wasn't safe enough to consider pursuing
in humans.  There had been bad side effects in the rats unfortunate enough
to be tested.  And here was the new girl, suggesting that Zoe was going to
be the first human test subject.



   "You mean the stuff from that Korean journal?" she said.  The girl
narrowed her eyes at her.  "I imagine the last thing you did was the
heterocycle synthesis using thiourea?  Difficult, right?  Unless you read
my notebooks?  Do I need to go on?  Believe me now?"



   The girl's lip twitched, but no words came forth.  She closed her eyes.
She rubbed the side of her nose, obviously making an effort to breathe
slowly and deeply.

   "Then what-" her glance flickered up to a camera in the room's corner,
and she came over and lowered her voice.  She rested a finger on Zoe's
neck, pretending to check her pulse.  "Then what the hell is she playing
at?" she hissed.  "She actually employed you?  And one day she just decides
to take you prisoner?"

   "Might be you next," said Zoe.  She rustled her straitjacket
illustratively.  "Once she ges bored with you, or if your work falls
behind..."



   Zoe could see the telltale movements that indicated the girl was
gritting her teeth behind closed lips.

   "Well, maybe for you," she said.  "But I graduated at the top of my
class.  There's no way she'd put me in here with the rest of you.  If those
notebooks really are yours, you're an amateur," she said.  "I can imagine
why she wanted to replace you.  Yes.  That's it.  You just weren't pulling
your weight."

   The remark hurt the part of Zoe that remembered working for Helen.  She
had been proud of her chemistry, even if its applications were dubious.

   "You're sure she's a sane, rational person?" she ventured.

   "Oh, shut up," said the girl.  "You think you're some master
manipulator, going to set Miss Stanford's own workers against her.  It's
not going to happen.  You can just lie here, and take your medicine like a
good girl.  Stop resisting.  You're just jealous she's replaced you with
someone better."

   "You know I'm right," said Zoe.  "You know she's a fucking psycho.  And
you're stuck here now, aren't you?  Either you work for her forever, or you
come to the other side, like the rest of us.  You think she'll ever let you
leave?"

   "Shut up," she said.  "Shut up, that's not the way it is.  It isn't.  It
isn't."

   "You don't sound very sure."



   There was a clatter from outside the door, and a man's voice uttered a
few choice swear words.  Apparently the attendant had returned.  Zoe's mind
turned to the drugs again, and she decided to have a last-ditch attempt at
trying to avoid being given them.

   "Look, don't give me the new stuff," she said.  "Please.  It needs more
testing.  It's going to fuck with my brain if you give it to me.  Look at
the notes.  Some of the rats never woke up again."

   "Just who do you think is in charge here?" the girl said.

   "Please," she begged.  "I know what Helen's-"

   "I think she prefers you to call her 'mistress,'" the girl corrected
her.

   Zoe sighed.  "I know what mistress is expecting.  I know it's supposed
to make people more suggestible, I'll do whatever she says.  She'll never
know."



   To Zoe's surprise, she felt a tear rolling down the side of her face,
borne from the total fear of knowing the consequences if the drugs were
given to her.  "If you're as good as you say you are, then you know how
much damage those compounds will do.  Please.  Do what you want with my
body, but leave my brain alone.  For Christ's sake, don't let her fuck my
brain as well."

   The girl turned to where the attendant was entering the room, having
picked up his dropped cargo.  Zoe caught her eye one last time.

   "Please," she said.



   She turned away.  The noise from before had apparently been due to the
attendant dropping a large, metal basin, which he was now carrying in both
hands.  Sitting within it was a coiled length of rubber tubing with some
kind of valve on one end, a tub ominously labelled "gel lubricant", and a
huge syringe - capable, by the look of it, of holding around litre of
liquid.



   "Here you go," he said.  "You start things off, I'll get the water."



   The attendant went to a sink set against the wall, and ran water into
the basin.  Meanwhile, the girl rolled Zoe over onto her front.  She
unfastened the part of the straitjacket that went between Zoe's legs.

   "You can't be fucking serious," she whispered.  "Of all the things to
get him out of the room, you chose this?  You know you don't need to do it.
Tell him you made a mistake."

   "I don't think he'd be too happy with that," the girl said.

   "What?" the attendant shouted over the sound of the rushing water.

   "Nothing!  Just reassuring her about the procedure," she told him.

   "For fuck's sake," said Zoe.  "You ever had a litre of water up your
ass? It's not the sort of thing you put someone through without a seriously
good fucking reason!"

   "Hey," the girl called to the attendant over her shoulder.  "I said I
didn't want you to gag her before, but I think I've changed my mind."

   "Just a sec."

   The attendant turned the tap off, and came over to the bed.

   "Giving you lip, is she?"

   "Quite."

   "Let's do something about that, then.  Open wide."



   Gloved fingers poked roughly at Zoe's mouth, forcing their way in.  With
a soundless sigh she relaxed, and ceased her resistance.  She knew full
well that it was pointless.  The ball gag went in, and she lay with her
head on the mattress, allowing herself to be jostled around while the girl
and the attendant fussed with her straitjacket.  She just hoped that what
she'd said about the drugs had had some effect.



   "You can't let 'em talk back to you," she heard the attendant's voice
behind her.  "Gotta make them scared of you.  From the start."

   Zoe grunted as a hard slap was delivered to her right buttock.

   "Though you'd think this one wouldn't mess us around by now.  Not after
what Miss Stanford's put her through so far.  Right?  Bitch?"

   There was another stinging impact.

   "I asked you a fucking question!"

   "Mmh," Zoe said.

   "Yeah, that's right," he said.



   There was the creak of latex gloves being applied.  A wet noise
followed, and the process began that Zoe had been dreading.  The attendant
seemed to be offering useful advice throughout.  Zoe's nails dug into her
palms.

   "No, you've got to put your fingers in first, loosen her up a little."

   Zoe gasped around her gag.

   "That's right, now put some on the end of the tube.  Then slide it in
and take your finger out at the same time."

   She screwed her eyes shut, and tried not to give the attendant the
satisfaction of making any noises.

   "All the way.  Good couple of inches yet, get the inflatable part right
inside."

   Zoe buried her face in the mattress.  She raised one leg to kick out,
and the attendant took hold of both her ankles, pinning them down.  She
hoped that her cries were being muffled by the bedding beneath her.

   "Now use the squeeze bulb to inflate it," he explained helpfully. 
"That'll keep it held inside her."



   The intrusion in Zoe's anus began to swell up, pressing hard against the
surrounding flesh.  The tube seemed to worm its way further inside,
plugging her ass hole entirely.  Her buttocks were quivering with the
strain by the time the thing had finally stopped inflating.  She wiped a
few tears away on the bed covers.



   "I'm sure you can work out the rest," he said.



   Zoe tried to relax and make the process easier for herself.  There was
no avoiding it, so why make it harder than it had to be?  At least, she
thought, the water was warm this time.  The general plan this time seemed
to be to avoid mess, so the circumstances were much better than those
surrounding her previous enema.  She closed her eyes, and tried not to
think about the steady flow of water creeping into her insides.  It
demanded all her attention, so she was unsuccessful.



   The whole lower part of her body was feeling warm and full by the time
the girl had finished dispensing the syringe.  In contrast to every other
time an attendant had manhandled her, Zoe was now very carefully moved from
the bed, to stand upright alongside it.  The attendant kicked the basin
behind her, and instructed her to squat.



   "You're going to hold it in while I take the tube out," he said, "or
else I'm going to be seriously pissed off.  I don't care what Miss Stanford
says, I will do things to you that will have you begging to run back to her
if you don't hold it.  You understand?"

   "Mmh hmm."

   "Right."

   Zoe bit down into her gag as the nozzle was removed.  Her ass hole
clenched reflexively, but the conclusion was inevitable.  The attendant
prompted her to proceed.  She did what she needed to do, while both of them
stood by and watched her.  Even with all the things that had been done to
her so far, this was a new, humiliating low.



   Once she was finished, the attendant bent her over the side of the bed
and cleaned her with a damp cloth and paper towels.  She was even allowed a
fresh pair of cotton panties before the straitjacket was re-secured.  Zoe
prayed to whatever gods might be listening that nobody else would take an
interest in her ass hole today.



   The attendant stepped out to dispose of the basin, returning a few
minutes later.



   "You going to give her the drugs now?"

   "Yes.  Hold her down for me, please?"



   The attendant pinned Zoe on her back, and pulled her head to one side so
that her neck was exposed.  It didn't make sense to Zoe why Helen had all
the drugs administered by needle, when many of them were orally active.  On
further thought, she supposed that the unpleasant business of injection was
just one more way Helen could torment her captives.  Easier to administer
to unwilling victims, too.



   The girl approached, flicking the side of a syringe to dislodge any air
bubbles.  A jet of liquid squirted from its tip.  Zoe caught her gaze.

   "Hleeh, moh" she mumbled.  She was sure the girl would be able to
translate.

   Zoe shut her eyes, and the needle sank into her neck.



   She kept them closed as she felt herself being repositioned - the
attendant was fastening her legs to the bed with fabric cuffs.  He used
another set around her upper arms to hold her body in place.  His thumb
probed beneath the strap of the ball gag, checking for tightness.  Zoe's
heart was beating fast - that was either the drugs beginning to work, or
simply her own anxiety.  It was too early to tell.



   The girl was standing by the door, holding the handset of an internal
telephone mounted on the wall.

   "Hello," she said.  "Yes, Miss Stanford.  I've given her the new
compounds." A pause.  "Oh, ten minutes or so?  Okay."

   She came over and sat down on the bed, and brushed Zoe's hair away from
her face.

   "Don't even think about doing anything stupid," she said.



   What did that mean?  Zoe looked at her questioningly, but the girl
turned away and went over to where the discarded syringe lay with its
packaging, disposing of it in a bright yellow container for clinical waste.
She made herself busy putting away her assorted paraphernalia, and Zoe
eventually gave up trying to get her attention.  Perhaps she didn't want to
talk in front of the attendant.  She could feel cold sweat forming on her
back, and her heart was still racing, yet her head remained clear.  There
might have been a tingling in her extremities, but that might just be due
to her restraints.  She went over lists of symptoms and side-effects in her
head, trying to work out what the girl might have given her.



   Helen arrived a little while later, dismissing the attendant with a wave
of her hand as she entered the room.  She loomed over Zoe briefly, pulling
her eyelid up and scrutinising her eyeball, before turning to the girl.



   "Well, her pupils seem a little dilated, but that's nothing new.  Any
other effects so far?"

   "Nothing out of the ordinary," the girl said.  "I'd expect it to be
quite fast-acting, so she should be close to feeling the full effects
already."

   She glanced down and made eye-contact with Zoe for a split second.

   "What sort of tests did you have in mind?"

   "Well," said Helen.  She sat down upon the bed, petting Zoe's hair while
she continued to talk to the girl.  Zoe tried to flinch away, but a
gentle-yet-firm grip brought her head back to where Helen could stroke her
hair at her leisure.  "Nothing specific," she said.  "I thought we might
just see how far we can push her.  How differently she behaves."

   "And the control experiment?"

   Helen stood up again.

   "You're not in university any more now, my girl," she said.  "In the
real world, we don't have to bother with such trivialities.  We just give
her the drugs, and maybe have a little bit of fun with her as a result. 
Simple, right?"

   "Um, Miss Stanford, I really don't think-"

   "I don't care what you think," she said.  "I'm not asking you to think,
I'm asking you to do as I say.  Understand?"

   "Yes, Miss Stanford."

   "Good.  Now, the fellow who was in here with you before happened to drop
by and see me before.  Incidentally I can't imagine what you needed to give
the poor girl an enema for," she said.  Helen glanced about the room.  "But
you seem to have managed to do it without any mess.  So that's all right."



   "Anyway," she continued.  "Apparently you specifically asked for a
little time alone with this one."

   "Well it's just, um, I think they talk more freely without the
attendants around.  I wanted to check a few things.  Whether she's used
anything recreationally.  We'd have a problem if she was allergic to
something."

   "He said that your intentions seemed fairly obvious.  I believe there
was even a little bit of caressing?" she enquired.  Helen lay down on her
side next to Zoe, so that they were face to face.  She ran her finger over
Zoe's cheek.

   "I don't blame you," she said.  "Doing what we do here.  Of course I
want you to enjoy your work.  Maybe even as much as I do."



   Zoe suddenly realised she had been looking straight into Helen's eyes,
and shivered.  Helen's touch actually seemed to be relaxing her, making her
almost drowsy.  Helen tousled her hair again, and she heard herself moan
quietly.  Was it the drugs?  Was she actually enjoying the attention?  She
hoped not, but she couldn't rule out some subtle effect.  What if she was
being influenced without knowing it?  Zoe rolled over to face away from her
mistress, trying to convince herself that nothing felt out of the ordinary.
And yet each time Helen stroked her, Zoe's skin tingled in the wake of her
fingers.



   "I'll let you do what you like with her today," said Helen.  "My treat."

   "I think I'm okay, actually.  But thank you, all the same." The girl
fidgeted with a pen.  Helen arose from the bed.

   "Don't be shy," she said.  "There won't be anyone else watching.  I've
seen it all before, nothing you do with her will surprise me.  And if the
drugs are working like you say they should, I imagine you can have her do
anything you like.  Isn't that right?" she said, towering over Zoe and
drumming on her forehead with her fingers.  "Feeling good and fucked in the
head now, are we?  How many fingers?" she waved her hands in front of Zoe's
face.  "How many fingers am I holding up?"

   Zoe mouthed a non-committal answer.

   "Don't know?  Oh, that's too bad," said Helen.

   "See?" she said.  "She's gone.  I bet she'll do anything." Helen removed
Zoe's gag, and held her fingers over her mouth.  "Suck them," she said.



   Helen's fingers tasted faintly of soap.  Zoe choked as Helen pushed them
right inside her mouth, pulling her lip up and exposing her teeth.  She
pinched Zoe's tongue, which made her cry out, and then she amused herself
for a while longer, prodding and violating her, forcing her fingers right
back into Zoe's throat until she croaked and retched.  Helen wiped most of
the spittle off on Zoe's face and hair when she was finished, and then went
to wash her hands at the sink.  The usual pair of latex gloves were applied
afterwards.



   "Got a bit carried away," she said.  "But did you see how she took it?
She didn't try to turn away.  Didn't bite, either.  That's because she's a
good girl, aren't you, number 271?" she cooed.  "So, help yourself," she
said.

   "N-no really, it's fine."

   "I insist," said Helen, with slow deliberation.  "For example, have you
ever had another girl give you oral?"

   "Of course not."

   "Oh, you're missing out," said Helen.  "Because we know instinctively
what feels good, don't we?  Much better than some man," (she wrinkled her
nose as she said the word) "clumsily lapping in between your legs, with his
horrible scratchy stubble rasping on your thighs.  Yuck.  Have 271 show you
how much better it can be."



   The girl hesitated.  She looked very uncomfortable.



   "Take your jeans off," said Helen.  "Come on.  Unless you're spurning my
generous offer?  I'd have thought you'd love the chance for something like
this.  Unless there was some other reason you wanted her alone?"

   "No, that's not it."



   Helen's tone became a little less cheery, now talking half to herself.
"Unless there was some other reason why you might want to talk to her,
about something you didn't want the attendant to hear..."

   "Well, I'll do it if you say so," the girl said, with a change of mood
so sudden that it caused Helen to raise an eyebrow.  "If it really is that
good.  I suppose it'll be interesting to see." She spoke hurriedly,
dropping her jeans to the floor in a heap, her underwear following quickly
after.

   "Oh.  Well I'm glad you've come around," said Helen.  "I'm sure you'll
enjoy it.  Why don't you just kneel up here, like this," Helen helped the
girl up onto the bed, guiding her movements, "so that your knees are either
side of her, there we are.  And how you can shuffle forwards a bit."



   The girl was straddling Zoe now, and as she moved up the bed, her naked
genitals came into view a few inches above Zoe's face.  They were neat and
pink, set beneath a carefully groomed tuft of black hair.  Her odour was
faint.  High above the fleshy parts, the girl's face was visible, looking
down at Zoe.  Her brow was furrowed.  She didn't look to be enjoying
herself.



   "Good," said Helen.  "Now just move your legs apart a little."

   The girl's nethers descended and touched down on Zoe's face, moist and
warm.  Zoe tilted her head back to breathe and something caught in her
throat, causing her to cough.  The girl gave a startled giggle, but
regained her serious composure.



   "Now show her how good you are, 271," said Helen.  "Be a good little
slave, and lick her cunt."



   Helen seemed to be under the impression that the drugs were influencing
Zoe a lot more than they appeared to be.  Perhaps Zoe could use it to her
advantage somehow later, but for now it would be best to play along, and be
completely compliant.  Maybe Helen would let her guard down if she thought
Zoe was truly intoxicated.  The act she was about to perform didn't disgust
her as much as it would have in the past - she realised that she was
getting used to this sort of thing.  Zoe extended her tongue, and got her
first taste of the girl kneeling over her.



   She licked away obediently while the girl's cheeks became redder, and
her breathing less regular.  They made awkward eye contact a few times, but
she would always look away to one side or up above, as if she didn't know
how she was supposed to behave with a girl tonguing her genitals.  Zoe
expected that not many girls did.  Helen offered encouragement here and
there, one hand resting on the girl's shoulder throughout as she told her
where to move her hips, and where Zoe should put her tongue.  She reached
down to slip her hand behind Zoe's head, and mashed her face into the
girl's wet cunt.



   "You can do better, 271, Come on.  You don't get to breathe until I'm
satisfied."

   "Mmmh!"



   Zoe's mouth and nose were pressed firmly against the girl's pussy now,
juices smeared around her face.  She moved her tongue with greater vigour,
gulping for air, and managed to steal half a breath before the thighs
either side of her face squeezed together tightly.  The girl was
considerably more vocal now.  Zoe looked up to see that Helen had one hand
inside the girl's blouse.  The bed creaked beneath them.



   "What did I tell you?" she said.  "It's better, right?  Much better than
- keep licking, 271!  I can tell when you're not giving your all!  Do it!"



   She used her mouth and tongue as best she could, working by what she
thought would feel good if she were on the receiving end of the act.  She
experimented with teasing the girl's clitoris with the tip of her tongue,
which had a positive enough effect that Helen allowed her to pause for a
few deep breaths, before smothering her once again with the girl's wetness.
Zoe was submerged in the frantic collision of warm, soft flesh.



   The girl climaxed eventually, and Zoe, half-suffocated, dropped her head
back and gasped for air, inhaling her scent.  The girl's thighs were
trembling.  She was supporting herself on the bed frame, her head hung
down, eyes closed.  Zoe judged that she had done quite a good job.  After a
few moments of stillness the girl dismounted unsteadily, and began to
re-clothe herself.  Helen was smirking, off to one side.  Zoe tried to get
the taste out of her mouth any way she could, but licking the covers next
to her didn't seem to help much at all.  She stopped when Helen glared at
her.



   "What did you think?  I've trained her well, haven't I?  The drugs seem
to be doing their job, too."

   "I...  I guess," said the girl.

   "Oh, one thing.  Before you put your panties back on," said Helen.  She
handed the ball gag to the girl.  "Let's have her remember this for a
little while longer.  Rub your pussy on it."

   "Is that really necessary?"

   "Oh, here," Helen lost patience and took the girl's wrist in her hand,
rubbing the ball gag against her still-slimy genitals.  She held the
glistening rubber ball in between her thumb and forefinger, and came back
over to Zoe.

   "Open," she said.



   Even though Zoe had had her tongue inside the girl only a few minutes
previously, something about this seemed deeply unsanitary.  But what could
she do?  Refusing now would only demonstrate that she wasn't being
influenced as much as Helen hoped.  She'd probably get angry.  It was going
in her mouth one way or another, anyway.  Zoe tried to move her tongue out
of the way as Helen gagged her, but of course it was no use.  Her saliva
mingled with other, thicker fluids, the taste warm and potent in her mouth.
She expressed her disgust with a whine.

   "Shut up, 271," said Helen.  "You love it.  You love it and you'll be
doing it again."

   Zoe pushed at the gag, which only caused it to nestle even further back
in her mouth once she had stopped.

   "Maybe," she said, her breath tickling Zoe's ear as she whispered to her
softly, "maybe I'll even let you taste mine." She smiled unnervingly.



   "Leave us now," she said.  "I'll finish off with her."

   The girl collected her things, pausing on the way out.  "I think maybe I
should run some tests on her later on.  Just to check there aren't any
lasting effects."

   "Sure, whatever.  I'll speak to you later."

   The door closed, leaving the pair of them alone.  Helen lay down on the
bed once more, propping her head on her hand to look down at Zoe.



   "I've got something else planned," she said.  "Now that you're nice and
docile.  I wonder how much those drugs are really doing their job, though."
She grabbed Zoe's face by her cheeks.  "There's always the chance, of
course, that you're faking it," she added.  Helen unfastened the straps
holding Zoe down to the bed, and pushed her into a sitting position.  Zoe
suddenly became a lot more tense about what else was in store for her -
what if Helen had realised that she was still lucid?



   "The problem I have with this situation," she said, "is that I can't
necessarily tell what's going on in your head.  The drugs might have worked
fine, in which case you're a pliable fuck-doll who isn't going to resist
anything that I do to her, and probably won't remember the rest of tonight,
either.  Or," she continued, "they might be doing nothing.  But you think
that I might treat you differently, if I believe you're under the
influence."



   She sat back down.



   "So what's to be done?  Any ideas, 271?"

   Zoe was silent.  Either Helen was getting too close to the truth, or she
had already got there and was tormenting Zoe deliberately.

   "I suppose I was too eager," she said, kicking her heels against the bed
frame and looking down at the floor.  She turned to Zoe and gave her the
same disquieting grin as before.  "But that doesn't mean we can't still
have fun, though!  And there's half a dozen new girls arriving tomorrow,
all freshly caught.  I can test it on them too, before they're conditioned.
So it really doesn't matter what I do with you after all.  Come.  Come with
me."



   She pulled Zoe to her feet.  She made an effort to appear drowsy and
disoriented, but Helen probably wasn't fooled.  Of course she was far too
careful to simply assume that Zoe would be incapacitated.  She pulled her
out of the room by a sleeve of her straitjacket, humming tunelessly to
herself.  She seemed animated and happy, even more so than usual.



   She brought Zoe to a room with a far more comfortable interior than the
others - it contained a large bed, with clean, white covers.  There were
bookshelves on the walls, and a few things about the place that suggested
it was lived-in.  Helen's own room, Zoe realised.



   Laura was squirming on the bed in front of them, blindfolded, with her
hands and feet shackled together behind her.  She was in the process of
trying to push a ball gag out of her mouth using her tongue, and failing at
it.  Helen pushed Zoe down onto the bed, and Laura gave a startled noise as
the mattress lurched and she realised she was no longer alone.



   "Now," said Helen.  "I wonder if I can find out whether you really are
faking it."