I stared at the papers before me, questions I didn't know the answers to, in a language I barely understood.
"Now, you must pass these tests, otherwise you will go back to being an experiment." said a tall man in German. He wore a leather trench coat, leather gloves, and an officer's cap with a swastika on it. He instructed me on how to complete the written test, while I shook my leg with anxiety.
"N...Nein," I muttered, my childish and squeaky voice quivering with fear. "The answers, I don't know them."
I was met with a fierce slap across my face, the sound resonating in my muzzle. I could feel hot blood start to pour from my nostril and quickly moved my paw up to squeeze it, so I wouldn't bleed all over the paper. My face was sore from this repetitive punishment and scars had started to form under my fur.
"Complete this test or we will perform additional testing on you." The man left the room, while other men in white lab coats wrote things on their clipboards, nodding and whispering among themselves as I watched them, still holding my nose.
When I was sure that the man had gone, I let a few tears roll down my cheeks, ensuring that they didn't land on the papers. They landed on my black jumpsuit instead, rolling slowly down the white vinyl numbers above my left breast. Experiment number 122245.
I tried to read the questions, and did my best to answer them. Writing was hard with my paws, while they still resembled hands, my fingers were shorter and the pads on the ends made gripping small objects difficult. To be truthful, I didn't know what I was doing or why. My whole life up to this point had simply been abuse and testing.
When I finished the test, I sat calmly and waited. The tall man in leather came back, picked up my papers, read my first response, and then ripped the papers in half and threw them in my face. I flinched.
"Why, is it so difficult for you? We feed you. We give you a bed. We clean up after your messes. Yet you have given us nothing in return!" He yelled at me, and struck me across the face again. This time, he looked at his hand, and my blood was on it.
"You, you disgust me."
A few hours later, I was completely naked, being strapped to a cold metal chair with leather bindings. My arms and legs were bound. I was in a small room with medical machinery. The man stood near the door, watching as smaller men in lab coats secured me to the chair. I was afraid. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. They did this every week.
Once I was strapped down, another smaller man came into the room, but this was a different man who wore a different black lab coat. From what I knew, he was in charge of all the other men wearing white lab coats. He brought with him an aluminum tray, and on that tray was a few different small plastic cups with various pills in them, and several syringes with different colored fluids.
The tall man in leather stood by the door, staring intently at me, while I shook and shivered in fear. I knew what was coming and dreaded every moment of it. The man in the black lab coat moved next to me. He grabbed my jaw and tried to open my mouth. I spat in his face.
The tall man briskly walked over and smacked me across the face. Thankfully, my nose didn't bleed. He grabbed my jaw tightly and tried to force my mouth open by sticking his fingers into it. I bit him as hard as I could. I was smacked again. But this time, it was his blood on me. Fick dich, I thought to myself.
The tall man and the short man in the black lab coat exchanged a few words quietly. Instead of opening my mouth, they decided to start injecting into me with the syringes. Eight men in white lab coats put two syringes each into my arms and legs. The man in the black lab coat put one each into my breasts.
I almost immediately lost control over my bladder out of fear and anxiety, and urinated on the chair. They all left the room, while the men in the lab coats waited outside, watching me through an observation window. The world around me began to shift and change, and I became dizzy. My head felt heavy. My tail twitched slightly, out of my control.
My body felt like it was on fire. I choked on acrid smoke. And suddenly, I was swimming in an immense ocean, trying to stay afloat. My hybrid humanoid vulpine body wasn't meant for water, so I sank below the waves like a stone. I felt the pressure of the water grow as I sank. And then, I felt cold, frigid, as if I was naked in a snowstorm. I felt like I was being chilled down to the bone. And then, I felt like I was floating in space. Unbound by gravity, serene, and unmoving. And then everything went black.
I knew this wouldn't be the last time. The tests, the torture, the constant cycle of pain and fear—it was my existence. My purpose, as they had created me, was to endure. But deep down, a small, defiant spark remained. I clung to it, knowing that one day, somehow, I would find a way out.
When I woke up, I was no longer in the small room with the metal chair. My body ached all over, and I felt like I had been run over by a tank. My vision was blurry, and my head pounded with a dull, incessant throb. I tried to sit up, but my limbs were unresponsive, as if they were made of lead.
Slowly, my surroundings came into focus. I was in a different room now, a sterile, white-walled cell with a single overhead light that buzzed softly. I lay on a hard metal bed with a thin, scratchy blanket thrown over me. The smell of antiseptic filled the air, making me nauseous.
I heard the door creak open and the sound of footsteps approaching. I turned my head slowly to see who it was. The tall man in leather stood there, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He was flanked by two guards, both carrying electric prods.
"Good morning, experiment 122245," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I trust you had a pleasant rest."
I didn't respond. My throat was dry, and my mind was still reeling from whatever drugs they had injected into me. The man took a step closer, his smile widening.
"Today, we have something special planned for you," he continued. "You will participate in a new series of tests. These will determine the extent of your physical and mental endurance."
He nodded to the guards, who approached and roughly pulled me to my feet. My legs buckled under my weight, and I stumbled, but they held me up and dragged me out of the cell. We moved through a maze of sterile hallways, the fluorescent lights overhead casting harsh shadows on the cold, white walls.
Finally, we arrived at another room. This one was larger, with various pieces of ominous-looking equipment lining the walls. In the center of the room was a large, cylindrical chamber made of thick glass. The guards pushed me towards it, and I tried to resist, but my weakened body was no match for their strength.
They strapped me into a harness inside the chamber, securing my arms and legs so I couldn't move. The glass door closed with a hiss, sealing me inside. Panic welled up inside me, and I struggled against the restraints, but it was no use.
The tall man in leather stood outside the chamber, watching me with a twisted sense of satisfaction. He pressed a button on a control panel, and the chamber began to fill with a thick, greenish gas. I coughed and choked as the gas enveloped me, burning my lungs and making my eyes water.
"Don't worry," the man said through a speaker. "This is just a little something to test your respiratory resilience. Breathe deeply now."
I tried to hold my breath, but it was impossible. The gas filled my lungs, and I felt a searing pain as if my insides were on fire. My vision blurred, and I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness once again.
When I woke up, I was back in the sterile cell, lying on the hard metal bed. My body ached even more than before, and I felt an overwhelming sense of despair. How much more of this could I take?
I stared at the cold, sterile walls of the room, my heart pounding in my chest. The metal chair in the center of the room seemed to gleam under the harsh fluorescent lights, its leather straps waiting to bind me. I had been through so many tests, but the electric shock test was one I dreaded the most.
The tall man in leather entered the room, followed by a group of men in white lab coats. His eyes met mine, and a cruel smile spread across his face.
"Ah, experiment 122245," he said, his voice dripping with mock kindness. "It's time for your next test. Today, we will see how much electricity your body can withstand."
I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine, but I forced myself to stay calm. I had learned that showing fear only made things worse. The men in lab coats approached me, and I didn't resist as they strapped me into the metal chair. They secured my arms, legs, and torso with thick leather straps, ensuring I couldn't move.
The tall man in leather walked over to a control panel and began adjusting dials and switches. I watched him, my heart racing. I had no idea how much electricity they were planning to use or how long the test would last.
One of the men in lab coats attached electrodes to my temples and chest. The cold metal against my skin made me shiver. They connected wires from the electrodes to the control panel, and the tall man in leather looked at me with a sinister grin.
"Let's begin," he said.
He pressed a button, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity surge through my body. My muscles contracted involuntarily, and pain shot through me like a lightning bolt. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from screaming, tasting blood.
The initial shock subsided, and I was left panting, my body trembling. But I knew this was only the beginning. The tall man in leather turned a dial, increasing the voltage. Another shock hit me, even more intense than the first. My back arched against the restraints, and I couldn't stop a cry of pain from escaping my lips.
The room filled with the smell of burning fur and flesh. I felt like my entire body was on fire, and tears streamed down my face. The men in lab coats watched with detached interest, scribbling notes on their clipboards.
"Interesting," one of them muttered. "Her pain tolerance is higher than expected."
The tall man in leather increased the voltage again, and this time the pain was so overwhelming that I thought I would pass out. My vision blurred, and my head lolled to the side. Every nerve in my body screamed in agony.
"Stay with us, experiment 122245," the tall man said, his voice a distant echo. "We're not done yet."
He adjusted the controls once more, and the next shock was the worst yet. It felt like my entire body was being torn apart from the inside. My screams filled the room, raw and unrestrained. I couldn't hold back anymore. The pain was too much.
Through the haze of agony, I heard the tall man in leather speaking to the men in lab coats. "Increase the duration of the shocks. Let's see how long she can endure."
The shocks came in waves, each one lasting longer than the last. I lost all sense of time. The pain was the only thing that existed. My mind was a blur of torment and desperation. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to die just to escape the unbearable pain.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the shocks stopped. My body went limp in the chair, my chest heaving with ragged breaths. I was drenched in sweat, and my fur was singed and smoking. The men in lab coats approached and began to remove the electrodes, their expressions indifferent.
The tall man in leather leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You're stronger than I thought, experiment 122245," he said softly. "But don't think this is over. We have many more tests to conduct."
I was dragged from my cell by two men in white lab coats, their grips firm and unyielding. My limbs felt heavy, every muscle sore from previous tests. They led me down a sterile hallway, the cold tiles beneath my bare feet sending a chill up my spine. The fear gnawed at me, making each step feel like a march towards doom.
We arrived at a room I hadn't seen before. It was stark white, the walls lined with metal panels. In the center stood a cylindrical chamber, its glass door open, waiting for me. The tall man in leather was already there, his presence filling the room with a menacing aura. His eyes glinted with sadistic glee as he watched me approach.
"Welcome, experiment 122245," he said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Today, we will test your body's limits to extreme temperatures."
I shivered, both from the cold and the dread that settled in my bones. The men in lab coats strapped me to a gurney, my limbs restrained tightly. They wheeled me towards the chamber, the glass door looming like the maw of a beast ready to devour me.
"Inside," the tall man commanded, his voice brooking no argument. I struggled, but the straps held firm as they lifted me from the gurney and pushed me into the chamber. The door closed with a heavy thud, sealing me inside.
The chamber was small, barely enough room to move. I could hear the hum of machinery starting up, the walls beginning to vibrate slightly. A speaker crackled to life, and the tall man's voice echoed inside.
"We will start with extreme cold," he said. "Let's see how your body reacts."
A hissing sound filled the chamber as the temperature plummeted. The air turned frigid, each breath a painful stab in my lungs. Frost formed on the walls, creeping towards me like icy fingers. My fur did little to protect me from the biting cold. I hugged myself, trying to preserve what little warmth I had left, but it was futile. The cold seeped into my bones, numbing my senses.
Through the frosted glass, I could see the tall man watching me intently. His eyes roamed over my shivering form, a twisted smile playing on his lips. He seemed to relish my suffering, his excitement palpable.
Minutes stretched into an eternity. My teeth chattered uncontrollably, and my body shook with violent tremors. I felt my consciousness slipping, the cold sapping my strength. Just when I thought I could endure no more, the temperature began to rise.
The shift was sudden and brutal. The cold was replaced by an intense heat that felt like stepping into an oven. Sweat poured from my body, soaking my fur and making my skin slick. The air was thick and suffocating, each breath a struggle.
"Now for the heat," the tall man's voice crackled through the speaker. "Let's see if you can withstand this."
The temperature continued to climb, the heat becoming unbearable. My skin felt like it was on fire, every inch of me screaming in agony. The sweat evaporated almost as soon as it formed, leaving my fur singed and my skin blistered.
I looked through the glass, my vision wavering from the heat. The tall man stood there, his eyes wide with perverse pleasure. He seemed to be savoring every moment of my torment, his gaze fixated on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
He licked his lips, his hand brushing over the front of his pants. I realized with a sickening jolt that he was deriving some twisted sexual satisfaction from my suffering. The realization made my stomach churn, adding a layer of humiliation to my already unbearable pain.
The heat was relentless, unending. I could feel my mind beginning to fracture under the strain. My body was pushed beyond its limits, every nerve alight with searing pain. The chamber felt like a hellish inferno, designed to break me completely.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the temperature began to drop. The transition was slow, the heat giving way to a more bearable warmth. My body sagged in relief, but the damage was done. I was a trembling, broken mess, barely clinging to consciousness.
The chamber door opened, and the men in lab coats dragged me out. I was too weak to resist, my body limp and unresponsive. They unstrapped me and dumped me onto the gurney, wheeling me out of the room.
As I was taken back to my cell, the tall man's voice echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of his sadistic pleasure. I knew this was far from over. There would be more tests, more pain. And each time, the tall man would be there, watching, waiting, and reveling in my torment.
In my cell, I lay on the hard metal bed, my body a throbbing mass of pain. The sterile walls closed in around me, offering no comfort. I was just an experiment to them, a plaything for their twisted games. And the worst part was knowing that there was no escape. This was my life now, a never-ending cycle of dehumanization and suffering at the hands of a monster who found joy in my agony.
I was led down the corridor, my paws bound by thick leather straps, the men in white lab coats dragging me towards yet another testing room. The cold, sterile walls seemed to close in on me, the oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on my chest. I knew what awaited me: more injections, more pain, and more humiliation. The tall man in leather was waiting, his presence like a dark shadow that seemed to drain the light from the room.
The room we entered was different from the others. It was smaller, more intimate, with a single metal table in the center. The men in lab coats strapped me down, the cold metal biting into my back. The tall man stood at the foot of the table, his eyes glinting with sadistic excitement. He wore his usual leather trench coat and gloves, the swastika on his cap gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights.
"Today, we have something special for you," he said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "A series of new injections, each designed to test your body's limits in different ways."
The smaller man in the black lab coat entered, carrying an aluminum tray filled with syringes and small vials of various colored liquids. He approached me, his expression one of detached professionalism. He selected a syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid and approached my left arm.
"This first injection is designed to enhance sensory perception," he explained, almost clinically. "Let's see how much you can handle."
I winced as the needle pierced my skin, the liquid burning as it entered my bloodstream. Almost immediately, my senses became hyper-acute. Every sound was deafening, every touch excruciating. The cool air against my fur felt like icy needles, and the fluorescent lights above seemed to sear into my retinas. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat reverberating through my entire body.
The tall man watched with twisted delight as I writhed on the table, my heightened senses turning every sensation into pure agony. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear.
"Feel that, little fox? Every touch, every sound, magnified to an unbearable degree. How delightful."
I bit back a scream, my body trembling uncontrollably. The men in lab coats scribbled notes on their clipboards, their expressions impassive. The tall man straightened up and nodded to the man in the black lab coat, who selected another syringe, this one filled with a vibrant red liquid.
"This one is designed to increase sexual stimulation," he said, almost nonchalantly. "Let's see how your body reacts."
I felt a cold dread settle in my stomach as the needle slid into my arm. The red liquid coursed through my veins, spreading a fiery warmth throughout my body. My skin became hypersensitive, every brush of fur sending waves of intense pleasure through me. My breathing quickened, my heart racing as arousal surged uncontrollably.
The tall man's eyes gleamed with sick pleasure as he watched my body respond. He ran a gloved hand down my chest, the touch both painful and pleasurable, eliciting a whimper from me. His fingers lingered on my breasts, the sensation overwhelming.
"Look at you," he sneered. "Reduced to a quivering, needy mess. How pathetic."
I felt tears sting my eyes, humiliation burning hotter than the arousal. My body was betraying me, responding to the cruel manipulation of the drugs. The tall man seemed to relish my suffering, his excitement palpable.
The man in the black lab coat injected another syringe, this one filled with a green liquid. I barely had time to process the sensation before a wave of intense nausea hit me. My stomach churned violently, and I felt my muscles spasm uncontrollably.
"This one is designed to induce extreme muscle cramps and nausea," he explained, his voice cold and detached. "A little balance to the pleasure, wouldn't you agree?"
The pain was excruciating, my muscles locking up in painful spasms. I could barely breathe, the nausea so intense I thought I might vomit. The tall man watched, his expression one of pure ecstasy. He seemed to feed off my suffering, deriving a sick satisfaction from my torment.
"Enough," he finally said, his voice a harsh command. The man in the black lab coat injected one final syringe, this one with a clear liquid that seemed to bring a cold numbness over my body. The pain and pleasure ebbed away, leaving me in a state of exhausted relief.
The men in lab coats unstrapped me from the table, my body limp and unresponsive. They dragged me back to my cell, the tall man's laughter echoing in my ears.
In the dim light of my cell, I lay on the hard metal bed, my body a throbbing mass of pain and humiliation. The sterile walls offered no comfort, the silence oppressive. I was nothing more than an experiment to them, a toy for their sadistic pleasures. And the worst part was knowing that this was my life now: a never-ending cycle of dehumanization and suffering at the hands of a monster who found joy in my agony.
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