steadily. Every second that ticked by slowly, endlessly, ground themselves together to form what felt like a lifetime of torment.
And then as abruptly as it had flared up, it was gone. Sweat poured from her, and she shivered, suddenly cold. How much time had passed? She had no idea.
“W-w-why?” she managed to choke out through the sobs.
“We must know,” the doctor responded. “What you are truly capable of, and how you will respond to it. These tests are only preliminary to the rehabilitation process.” The thought horrified her. They couldn’t do this to her, it was inhumane.
“Pl-l-l-ease. I-I-I-” she stammered.
“Shh,” said the doctor. “We are only getting started with the tests.”
“N-n-no no no no n-n-no,” Rhylie begged. The doctor smiled again.
“Initiate Skeletal Fracture Level Ten, left forearm and right shin,” she said as she watched Rhylie hungrily. It suddenly occurred to Rhylie that she had no idea what Siirocians ate.
The table wrapped two pairs of bands around her left forearm and around her right shin. The straps dug in, gripping tightly and hardening before they twisted violently in opposing directions. The sound of her bones breaking echoed like gunshots through the room.
Rhylie howled wordlessly, from a deep and primal place that she had never known existed, her eyes bulging. The doctor spoke again, but Rhylie couldn’t hear over the sound of her own screams. She thrashed around on the table as more needles entered her arm and calf near the green-stick fractures. She felt them pumping something soothing into her. It was an icy cold sensation that warmed as it spread throughout her entire body. The pain subsided, but tears continued to roll nonstop down her cheeks.
“You are quite resilient. You showed an excellent response to our regenerative treatments,” the doctor said, sounding disappointed. “No wonder the assassin could not kill you while you were in the Chamber.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Rhylie sobbed hysterically. The doctor licked her lips with her fat, forked tongue.
“Initiate Sexual Response Level Ten,” the doctor commanded methodically. Sexual pleasure exploded through Rhylie’s body, forcing her eyes to roll back into her skull. Her hips bucked involuntarily as she orgasmed harder than she ever had in her life. She squirmed on the table as her nipples hardened and pebbled. She struggled to close her legs, to fight against the cascading pleasure as it rolled through her body, but her restraints were unforgiving and merciless.
And then it was gone, leaving her gasping and heaving for breath. Her mouth was dry and her thighs and ass were wet. She began to weep softly.
“Very interesting,” the doctor said. “Sothu would love you.” She laughed mirthlessly.
“Please, no more. Please,” Rhylie begged as she wept. The tears were getting harder to come by.
“We still have more exams, Gota,” the doctor said.
“I just want to go home,” she begged. The doctor laughed.
“You have no home, Gota. You have nothing. You are nothing. And if I have my way, that is all you will ever be,” the doctor said.
“No no no,” Rhylie said. “Please no. Please let me speak with the Empress. Please.”
“I’m afraid I cannot do that, Gota,” the doctor replied. “She has instructed me to not involve her in these proceedings. She wishes to remain blissfully unaware of the lengths I must go to rehabilitate you properly. She has a gentle soul, and it makes her a kind and benevolent ruler.” Rhylie closed her eyes and continued to weep softly, without tears this time. Her eyes felt swollen and cracked. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and go to sleep forever.
“I hate you,” she said softly. She didn’t care if the doctor smiled at her or not.
“Initiate Disease and Infection Procedure Level Ten,” she heard the doctor say. Fever, followed by chills wracked Rhylie’s body. Boils sprang up on her flesh, growing and pulsing
And then as abruptly as it had flared up, it was gone. Sweat poured from her, and she shivered, suddenly cold. How much time had passed? She had no idea.
“W-w-why?” she managed to choke out through the sobs.
“We must know,” the doctor responded. “What you are truly capable of, and how you will respond to it. These tests are only preliminary to the rehabilitation process.” The thought horrified her. They couldn’t do this to her, it was inhumane.
“Pl-l-l-ease. I-I-I-” she stammered.
“Shh,” said the doctor. “We are only getting started with the tests.”
“N-n-no no no no n-n-no,” Rhylie begged. The doctor smiled again.
“Initiate Skeletal Fracture Level Ten, left forearm and right shin,” she said as she watched Rhylie hungrily. It suddenly occurred to Rhylie that she had no idea what Siirocians ate.
The table wrapped two pairs of bands around her left forearm and around her right shin. The straps dug in, gripping tightly and hardening before they twisted violently in opposing directions. The sound of her bones breaking echoed like gunshots through the room.
Rhylie howled wordlessly, from a deep and primal place that she had never known existed, her eyes bulging. The doctor spoke again, but Rhylie couldn’t hear over the sound of her own screams. She thrashed around on the table as more needles entered her arm and calf near the green-stick fractures. She felt them pumping something soothing into her. It was an icy cold sensation that warmed as it spread throughout her entire body. The pain subsided, but tears continued to roll nonstop down her cheeks.
“You are quite resilient. You showed an excellent response to our regenerative treatments,” the doctor said, sounding disappointed. “No wonder the assassin could not kill you while you were in the Chamber.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Rhylie sobbed hysterically. The doctor licked her lips with her fat, forked tongue.
“Initiate Sexual Response Level Ten,” the doctor commanded methodically. Sexual pleasure exploded through Rhylie’s body, forcing her eyes to roll back into her skull. Her hips bucked involuntarily as she orgasmed harder than she ever had in her life. She squirmed on the table as her nipples hardened and pebbled. She struggled to close her legs, to fight against the cascading pleasure as it rolled through her body, but her restraints were unforgiving and merciless.
And then it was gone, leaving her gasping and heaving for breath. Her mouth was dry and her thighs and ass were wet. She began to weep softly.
“Very interesting,” the doctor said. “Sothu would love you.” She laughed mirthlessly.
“Please, no more. Please,” Rhylie begged as she wept. The tears were getting harder to come by.
“We still have more exams, Gota,” the doctor said.
“I just want to go home,” she begged. The doctor laughed.
“You have no home, Gota. You have nothing. You are nothing. And if I have my way, that is all you will ever be,” the doctor said.
“No no no,” Rhylie said. “Please no. Please let me speak with the Empress. Please.”
“I’m afraid I cannot do that, Gota,” the doctor replied. “She has instructed me to not involve her in these proceedings. She wishes to remain blissfully unaware of the lengths I must go to rehabilitate you properly. She has a gentle soul, and it makes her a kind and benevolent ruler.” Rhylie closed her eyes and continued to weep softly, without tears this time. Her eyes felt swollen and cracked. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and go to sleep forever.
“I hate you,” she said softly. She didn’t care if the doctor smiled at her or not.
“Initiate Disease and Infection Procedure Level Ten,” she heard the doctor say. Fever, followed by chills wracked Rhylie’s body. Boils sprang up on her flesh, growing and pulsing
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