The Venus Project - part 3 (MMMMMFFFFF tort gyno medical nc)

The Venus Project (part 3)

A story by SubSophie

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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or any real situation is entirely coincidental. The acts described are purely imaginary and are for the purposes of fantasy only. They are not suggested, recommended or condoned in ANY way whatsoever.

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PART THREE

The following week, Rachel had been asked to arrive slightly earlier at the centre. After a short break, during which Rachel had a shower and put on the white towelling bath robe she had been given, Dr Kuren explained the next stage of the process.��

�� Now Rachel, before we begin today, I�d like to ask you a rather personal question. If I may? began Joanna.

�� Of course, replied Rachel with a smile. Fire away.

�� Have you ever had any experience of sadomasochistic sex?

�� What?

�� Have you ever been bound, dominated, spanked etc in a sexual context? Rachel laughed, nervously.

�� No, Joanna. No I haven�t.

�� Ok. How about fantasy? Have you ever fantasized about sexual domination or pain? While masturbating perhaps?

�� No. Why do you ask?

�� Well, Rachel. Since your last visit, we have been doing some detailed analysis of the huge quantity of physiological and psychological data we collected.

�� Oh..? replied, Rachel. Go on...I�m intrigued.

�� Well it comes out with some extremely strong indicators. Stronger than we usually find, in fact.

�� Oh? Indicators of what, excactly?

�� It seems, Rachel, that you have a very powerful sexual orientation towards masochism. Rachel was silent and looked at the floor for a few minutes. Joanna allowed her some time before continuing. I sense that this isn�t exactly news to you is it? Rachel slowly shook her head but did not look up. Look, Rachel, there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed or embarrased about. Such orientations are extremely common, though perhaps not quite as strongly as in your case. Finally looking up to meet Joanna�s gaze, Rachel replied.

�� That�s some equipment you have here, isn�t it?

�� I�m sorry? I am not quite sure I know...

�� How on earth did your equipment manage to tease that out?

�� Well, it�s pretty high tech gear we have here. Most of it still unpatented, in fact. But it uses a neuropsychological profiling tool with mutidimensional analysis of micro-cognitive cueing so as to...

�� ...I have never acted out any of those fantasies. Never even been able to admit to them. To any one.

�� But you are aware of them, aren�t you? Joanna smiled, keen to put Rachel at her ease.

�� Oh yes. Was all she said. Then a laugh to herself.

�� Care to elaborate? replied Joanna. Take your time.

�� It goes back along way. Before my first marriage.

�� Go on.

�� Well I used to find these thoughts creeping into my head when I masturbated. Sometimes I would see an image or read a passage in a novel about sexual cruelty and it would make me very hot and bothered.

�� I see. What sort of thoughts?��

�� Pretty vague at first. Being tied up. Beaten and so on.

�� And later on?

�� Well they gradually got more elaborate. More �thought out�. Started to be more about specific types of torture.

�� Torture in what sense? What kind of things? Rachel laughed to herself and blushed. It�s ok Rachel, take your time.

�� Torture ... of my front bottom. That sort of thing.

�� Ok. Good. And did you start to use these fantasies during sex with a partner?

�� Yes. Pretty soon it became impossible to orgasm unless I did. That was the case with both husbands.

�� And did you never think of letting them know what you were thinking about?

�� God no!

�� Why not? They might have liked the idea? Might have been prepared to act out your fantasies with you.

�� Well not the first husband, that�s for sure. He was very traditional. He would have been horrified.

�� And the second?

�� Well. He may have done, I suppose. He was much more relaxed and natural about sex.

�� So why not with him?

�� I was ashamed. The fantasies I had were pretty extreme by then and I was worried he�d think I was some kind of freak.

�� Yes. I can understand that. It�s a common reaction. But people can surprise us, Rachel.

�� Yes. You�re right. Who knows, maybe the marriage would have survived. Maybe he�d have found he was a sadist and never knew it? Ah well..

�� Ah well, indeed. So to the present. The point of all this probing (and well done, by the way. You have been brave being so honest) is to help create your ultimate sexual adventure. Now we know this about you...��

�� Wait a minute, Rachel interrupted, you don�t mean to say that you... she trailed off. Her eyes a mixture of excitement and apprehension.��

�� Yes. Exactly. We have systems and equipment here beyond your wildest dreams. We can help you realise those fantasies and more.�� But instead of you having to confess them to a loved one and fear rejection, or hooking up with some dodgy stranger from a chat room, you can play with them here in safe environment. Rachel was flushed again. But not with embarrassment this time.

�� Wow! was all she could manage.

�� So, Rachel. Do you think you could describe for me in a little more detail? Say one of your most extreme fantasies? I know it might feel scary to do so, but it�s very important to be as honest as you can. Rachel took a deep breath and half smiled at the floor.

�� Ok. I�ll try. She pursed her lips in concentration and frowned slightly before continuing. I suppose the setting is usually something medical.

�� Ok. Good. Go on.

�� Either that or military, like an interrogation centre. Or maybe even scientific?

�� Ok. Scientific like here, you mean?

�� Yes and no. Scary scientific. Evil scientists. Not nice scientists like here. They both smiled. Rachel finally looked up to meet Joanna�s gaze.

�� Ok. And what�s happening to you?

�� Well I am there against my will. I�ve been captured or arrested or something. I am being disciplined or experimented on. They are only interested in hurting me sexually. Humiliating me. It�s as though it my femaleness they are punishing me for. So I guess it makes sense that they want to hurt the part of me that is most female.

�� Your front bottom?

�� Yes.

�� Ok, so what do they do to you?

They make me strip. There�s lots of men there. They�re not all scientists. Some of them are just cleaners, labourers and so on

�� Just taking advantage of the situation, you mean? For entertainment?

�� Yes. Exactly. They want to watch me being tortured so they can get off on it.

�� Might they perhaps masturbate whilst watching?

�� Ooh..yes! Rachel breathed heavily and licked her lips. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. God, it�s making me wet just thinking about it! She laughed.

�� Good. Me too! Well feel free to masturbate as you�re telling me, Rachel. That�s absolutely fine, of course. I may even have to join you! Rachel smiled, warming to her task, and slipped a hand inside her bath robe and between her legs.

�� They usually have some kind of metal table, like an operating table. One with stirrups to hold my legs apart, so they can get at my front bottom more easily. They are shouting at me, insulting me and frightening me. They order me on to the table and strap me down. I can�t move and I am completely exposed. My front bottom, I mean. Joanna noticed Rachel�s breathing becoming heavier and more laboured. She could also see that her hand was moving rhythmically between her legs.

�� And are they looking at it? Your front bottom?

�� Yes. Looking at it. Pointing at it, discussing it with each other. Mandhandling it. Touching, pinching, poking it, prodding it.

�� Does it hurt? What they are doing?

�� Not too much. Not at this stage. It�s more that it�s really embarrassing. They are just treating me like an object. Like meat. Disrespectfully.

�� And is that important? The disrespect, I mean?

�� Oh yes. Very much so. I want to feel degraded and humiliated. Like I have no rights.

�� Ok. Then what?

�� Then it�s the actual torturing. All kinds of scientific and medical instruments, electricity, needles, burning, cutting. All sorts. I don�t know the science behind it, but they have these complex robot type machines that do dreadful things to me. Specially designed for hurting front bottoms. It�s agony. I am screaming, but they enjoy that, of course. It makes them do it even more.

�� I see. And are there any specific parts of your front bottom they�re torturing?

�� My clit mainly, but all of it too. They concentrate on my clit because it�s the most sensitive.

�� Sure. Of course.

�� They are describing what they�re doing too. While they�re doing it. And one will tell another what to do, egg him on. Make him do more, worse. �Hurt her clit� �Burn her pussy� �Make it bleed� �Force it up her�

�� Force it up her�? So are they stretching your vagina too? Or are these normal sized objects?

�� Oh yes. That too. They are putting equipment inside me to stretch my vagina open hugely wide. So it tears it.

�� Retractors?

�� I don�t know what they�re called. Maybe. Yes.� Surgical things. Joanna could see how excited Rachel now was. Her bathrobe lay open and she was kneading her sex energetically with the first and second fingers of her right hand as she spoke.

�� Ok, Rachel. Joanna hated to break the mood - she was getting quite aroused herself � but she needed to bring this session to a close. Thanks very much for your honesty. It�s been extremely useful in further completing the picture of your sexuality. Rachel, seemingly only just aware of the abandon with which she had been masturbating, quickly composed herself. Re-tying the robe around her, she coughed nervously,

�� Oh. Um...yes. Sorry. She was flushing now from more than just arousal. I was getting a bit carried away there. Didn�t know how much detail you wanted! Joanna smiled warmly at her,

�� That�s quite all right Rachel. Don�t feel embarrassed. As I say, it very important that you be honest with us and I am very grateful. You have done splendidly. But now, it is time for our session to end. So, until next time, I must bid you goodbye. She extended her hand. Rachel held out hers briefly, before noticing it was still wet with her excitement. She hastily wiped it on the robe and shook Joanna�s hand whilst they both laughed. Occupational hazard, I�m afraid. Joanna said, bodily fluids. Shows we�re doing our job!

�� Yes, I suppose so, answered Rachel. Joanna walked away and called back over her shoulder,

�� You will find your clothes in the small dressing room as usual, Rachel. Bye!

* * * * *

In the days following the session, Rachel thought back several times to her confession. Her feelings on the matter were complex and troubled her a good deal. Whilst she was pleased that Dr Kuren had been pleased with her revelations, she was surprised (and not a little alarmed) by the mere fact she had made them. She had never confessed those sorts of fantasies to anyone before and it was an uncomfortable feeling. She knew, of course, that Dr Kuren was sworn to confidentiality. She knew also that she would probably never see her again after the project was completed. But still she was troubled. Was it perhaps not the fact that she confessed them, but that she had them at all? That was silly, she told herself. She knew she had those fantasies, after all. It wasn�t news to her. So how could she manage to shock herself with them? Perhaps she was also disquieted by the excitement she felt in telling Dr Kuren about them? More excited � much more � than could be put down the fantasies themselves. After all, she hadn�t gone into a full description, just some key ideas. Perhaps she had some lesbian leanings? She had wondered this at other times in her life, though she had never had an opportunity, or really the motivation to act them out.

But the other thought that constantly returned to haunt her in those intervening days was exactly what use her revelations would be put to? What was the purpose of her honest outpourings to Dr Kuren? Were they mere background? Would they be fed into some computer to form part of her report? Psychological profiling? No, she thought. It had to be more than that. After all, the Venus Project had been billed as the ultimate sexual experience. It could hardly culminate in her being handed some sort of file of paperwork with a friendly wave. No, there had to be some other purpose... some other reason...

�� Rachel appeared at the centre for her third appointment right on time. She announced herself at reception but as she did so the girl behind the desk paused for a moment in a way which seemed odd. She looked slightly awkward for some reason; nervous. It was at that moment, Rachel felt, rather than saw, a presence beside her. She turned to face a security guard dressed in a blue uniform and with a holster - ominously full � at his hip. In Continental Europe or the USA it was commonplace to see security staff carrying firearms, but in Britain it was still mercifully rare and therefore tended to add an extra level of seriousness to any situation. She felt the sudden thrill of anxiety in the pit of her belly. She knew she had done nothing wrong, but it was instinctive. That fear of authority. To her left was another guard and this one had taken firm hold of her elbow. The girl on reception � �Vicki, here to help� - now spoke; visibly more at ease as if some brief crisis had passed.

�� These gentlemen will show you up, Ms Kerrmann

�� What? Rachel looked quickly from one unfriendly face to the next. No, no...it�s ok, I know where I�m going, thanks. I�ve been before... The guard to her right interrupted,

�� Come with us please. Miss Kerrmann. It'll be easier that way. She felt herself being moved to the left, slowly but firmly, by the two guards. Uncomprehendingly and more than a little irritated, she replied,

�� Easier? What? This is ridiculous, she continued. But the lifts are that way, she indicated towards the elevator lobby over to the right. That�s the way I usually... Really. There's no need... But again, the guard interrupted her,

�� Change of plan. Not the most informative of replies. Clearly, they did not intend to discuss the matter further and she allowed herself to be taken towards the double doors behind the reception desk. If she was to cooperate, she thought, then at least they could let go of her. She tried to dislodge her elbow from the guard�s firm grip. However, he merely tightened it and the other guard took hold of her other arm as if in response to the newly emboldened prisoner�s attempt to liberate herself. Really, Miss, it would be much better if you co-operate, she wondered briefly about his strangely inappropriate use of the subjunctive and whether he had got his lines from a second rate gangster movie as they reached the doorway which opened automatically for them.

�� Rachel�s alarm was mounting. Can you at least tell me where you are taking me? She tried again to engage her captors with logic, even turning to look them straight in the eye. But they were uninterested. I am here to see Dr Kuren, she insisted. It�s not even on the ground floor...

She was now effectively being frogmarched down the short corridor by the strong, male arms on either side. There was a door on the left towards the end of the corridor which one of the guards pushed open. They entered. The sight that greeted her only served to increase her anxiety and sense of confusion. It was a large, white-walled room, immaculately clean and spartan and rather medical or technological in its appearance. In the centre was what looked like an operating table with a number of articulated sections allowing it to be set up in a variety of different positions. A central, body section and four thinner pieces in the positions of the four limbs. The right hand wall, she noticed, was of a completely transparent material, like a picture window. There was a room beyond - only dimly lit - but she could nevertheless make out several rows of chairs facing the window, as if arranged for a lecture. Beside the operating table were a number of trolleys and tables containing various bright and shiny pieces of medical and electrical equipment neatly laid out on green fabric sheets as if for a surgical procedure. There were also racks along the walls containing various electronic devices� and what appeared to be control units connected by a small forest of wires. Above the table, fixed to the ceiling, was a huge assembly of several operating lights switched off, but ready to be trained on the operating table. In the air, she could detect a faint tang of some kind of antiseptic.

Suddenly, Rachel remembered the last conversation with Dr Kuren and a sudden shock of realisation hit her. Perhaps Joanna was setting up some sort of fantasy scene for her based on the fantasies she had confessed to the previous week? The thought that Joanna might be behind all this immediately served to calm her a good deal. It also gave her the first twinges of sexual arousal at the prospect of delicious and perverted delights to come. Thus reassured, she spoke again to the two guards who were now standing � still holding her firmly � just inside the doorway.

�� It�s ok, now I get it. She looked at each guard in turn and smiled, I know what�s going on, she said. This is all part of Joanna�s program, isn�t it? It�s fine, you don�t need to restrain me, I�m not going to run away. I�m quite willing to take part. The guards looked impassive as she continued, you had me worried for a moment there! Couldn�t work out what was going on... The guard to her left now spoke,

�� I�ve never heard of no Joanna, he said, humourlessly.

�� Sorry, you probably know her as Dr Kuren, she replied.

�� Doctor what? he spat back disdainfully. Turning to his colleague, what�s she on about? Fuck knows! We�ve just been told to get you set up, that�s all. With that, they both frogmarched her across to the operating table and stopped beside it. The other guard now started to unbutton her blouse causing Rachel to struggle in protest.

�� What are you doing? she cried, I am perfectly capable of doing that myself, thank you! If, by �set up� you mean on this operating table, I am happy to do that, but I�d prefer to do it alone if you don�t mind. But he ignored her and now simply pulled at her blouse disposing of several buttons in the process. The other guard released her arm only so as to allow the light cotton garment to be removed and she was soon down to her bra. Hey! Watch what you�re doing please! If you let go, I�ll do it myself!

�� Look luv, shouted the other guard I wish you�d stop pissing us about! He pulled the straps of her bra down over her shoulders and then pulled at the front causing it to snap. It was tossed to the ground and Rachel struggled more energetically, but still managed to achieve little.

Look, can you please call Dr Kuren, she shouted. I�d rather have her deal with the situation, if you don�t mind.

�� Look you slut, spat the guard, I don�t know what the fuck you�re on, but there�s no one here by that name. If I were you, I�d stop the fucking wriggling or I�ll have to slap you! His strident tone left her in no doubt as to his determination and her fear instantly returned with renewed intensity and knotted her stomach. Having stripped her upper half, one of the guards pinned back both her arms while his colleague unfastened her skirt, dropping it to the ground.

�� Please! she shouted, please...! She stood there now in just her socks and panties feeling all too aware of the two sets of leering eyes on her trembling flesh. Her thin cotton panties were then unceremoniously torn off, briefly hurting her as the crotch was pulled tight into her slit pinching her clitoris. Ow! Please...it�s hurting... But her cries were to no avail as the guards roughly manhandled her now naked form on to the examining table. They fasted her securely at the wrists and ankles to the four projecting limbs of the table. She tried to struggle off it, but they were simply too strong for her. The bonds that now held her seemed to be made from a similar material to that used in car seat belts. She knew there would be no point in struggling against them. Look, she started again, desperate to clarify her situation, I am sure Dr Kuren can explain everything. I think this is all part of my...

�� Shut it, lady! the other guard barked brutally. I wish you�d fucking shut up, or we�re gonna have to shut you up! His words were so harsh and emphatic that Rachel was silenced. Inwardly, however, she still hoped desperately that the situation would be recovered any minute by the appearance of a familiar face, either Joanna or Dr Mace. She now lay on the table feeling the cold rubber padding against her bottom and looked up at the gleaming white ceiling and its large overhead operating lamp. She felt horribly vulnerable and exposed, but dared not speak again in case one of them turned truly nasty. As she looked down at herself, her body was completely naked and with her legs slightly parted she knew that her most private place would be visible to the guards. However, now their job was done, they appeared uninterested in her and were merely leaning idly against the wall at the far end of the room, as if waiting for something.