This story is part of series (in progress) that I call the ABC's of Snuff. The intent is to have a story for every letter of the alphabet. I hope you enjoy!
Zapping Zoe
***
Zoe's attention was caught by the notice on the bulletin board:
"Do you need to make some extra money? Are you female? Are you between 18 and 21 years old? Are you fit, with good stamina and endurance? Are you interested in Extreme Erotic Torture? If so, please contact 555-9263, and ask for Henry."
Zoe was intrigued. She wondered how they managed to post a notice like that on the Student Union bulletin board. That just seemed a little too outré, even for a fairly liberal west coast university. Still, she made a note of the number, then found a quiet spot on the quad to give it a ring.
"Anderman Research, may I help you?" asked a cheerful female voice.
"Um, yes, um, can I, can I speak to, to Henry?" Zoe quavered.
"Of course. One moment, please."
A moment later, a man's voice said, "This is Henry."
"Hello," Zoe said. "I saw, I saw your notice looking for..."
"Ah, yes, our ad seeking volunteers to help test our newest torture Device. We'd love to chat with you about it. If you'd like to visit our offices in the Kemmler Building, on First and Wright, we'd be glad to tell you more."
"I'm not sure I want to"
"Not to worry, my dear, this is only a discussion. We'll tell you what we are looking for, and you can decide if you are interested or not. If not, just leave, no harm, no foul. If you are, well then we'll go from there."
"I, I guess so," she said.
"Good," he replied. "How about tomorrow afternoon, say 3pm?"
Her last class for the day got out at 2pm, so she could make that appointment easily. She decided to say yes, before she chickened out.
"I can make that," she heard herself saying.
"Great," Henry said. "Just tell the receptionist you are my three o'clock appointment. See you then."
***
At five minutes to three, Zoe stood in the lobby of the Kemmler Building. The directory said Anderman Research was on the second floor. She started towards the stairs, then turned back. Finally, she shook her head, and headed up the stairs.
Anderman Research was a small suite of offices. There was a front reception area, and two or three offices down the hall, one of which might have been a kitchen or such.
The receptionist was young, pretty, and well-dressed. She wore a telephone headset into which she was murmuring. She looked up as Zoe entered, mouthed, "One sec," and returned to the phone.
After a minute or so, she completed the call, and said, "Welcome to Anderman Research, how may I help you?"
Zoe answered, "I'm Henry's three o'clock."
"Very good. Let me see if he is free." The receptionist spoke into her phone, and after a moment told Zoe, "he's ready for you. Second door on the right, down that hall," she gestured.
Zoe walked down the hall. The first door was closed, and she couldn't hear any sounds from inside. The second was open, and inside was a fairly standard office, with a desk, wheeled chair behind, two comfortable visitor chairs in front, and a window, with the blinds drawn. Oddly, there was nothing personal in the office. Just a computer, monitor, and keyboard on the desk, and a dilapidated filing cabinet in a far corner.
Behind the desk sat a very average man. He was of average height, and average weight, with dirty blonde/brown hair, brown eyes, and a brown suit that could have come straight off the rack at Sears. He stood as she entered, and offered his hand. Zoe took it, and he shook it, firmly but politely.
"I'm Henry DeVille, and you are?" he said to her.
"Oh, I'm Zoe, Zoe Abernathy," she responded, automatically. She hadn't meant to tell them her last name, but it just slipped out. Oh, well, nothing for it.
"Good afternoon, Miss Abernathy. Please, won't you take a seat?" He gestured towards one of the visitor's chairs.
Zoe accepted the invitation, and seated herself.
"Now, Miss Abernathy, or may I call you Zoe?" he asked.
She nodded yes.
"Very well, Zoe, you'd like to know a little bit more about what we're doing?"
She nodded again.
"It's like this, Zoe. There's a company which has developed a new Device for extreme erotic torture, and they'd like to field test it some before they try to market it. So they are looking for volunteers to test it."
"So what does it involve?"
"First, let me explain the deal. Just for coming in to talk to us, we're authorized to pay you $20." He handed her a $20 bill. "Second, if you agree to participate in the trials, you'll be paid $500 if you complete stage one, $1000 if you complete stage two, and $2500 if you complete stage three. In addition, you'll get a 50% discount if you buy one after they officially go on sale."
"What do you mean? Stage one, two, and three? If?"
"Yes, if. Please understand that these trials are entirely voluntary. Nothing will happen to you that you don't consent to, in advance. Nothing!" He thumped the desk. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, but we want to make that part very clear. If you ever say, 'No!' we'll stop whatever is happening, and that will be that. Of course, if you fail to complete whatever stage of the testing you were on when you called a halt, you won't get paid for that stage, but if, for example, you complete stage one, and bail on stage two, you'll still be paid the $500."
"I won't have sex with anyone. I'm not a whore."
"Of course not. Wouldn't dream of asking you to have sex for money. That's a crime in this state. But what we are asking is that you allow us to strap you in to the electrical torture Device, and run various programmed torture routines, and to record the session."
She looked about to protest, so he added, "No one but our client will ever see the recordings. But after all, they did hire us to help evaluate their gizmo, so they would naturally like to see how it works."
She subsided, but still looked uncertain.
"Would you like to speak to someone who's already tried it?" he asked her.
"Could I?"
"Of course," he replied. He lifted his desk phone. "Lola, could you join us, please?"
A moment later, the receptionist stepped into the room.
"Lola, this is Zoe," Henry said. "She wanted to talk to someone who's been on the Device."
"Hello, Zoe, nice to meet you," Lola said. "Yes, I've tested the Device, but only through stage two, so far. What would you like to know?"
"Nice to meet you, too," Zoe replied. "Well, how bad did it hurt? Would you do it again? Why didn't you go to stage three?"
"Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. In fact, I've already pre-ordered one of the Devices for home use. I absolutely loved it. As to how bad it hurt, I won't lie. It was very...intense. I am a submissive masochist in my personal life, and my girlfriend/mistress and I like to play pretty hard. But I don't know that she has ever made me scream as loudly as that machine. But as I said, I'm a masochist, so I got off on it. Oh, and you asked why I haven't done stage three, yet? Basically, my mistress won't allow it, until she can be there to watch, and that won't be possible until we get our home unit. They take the test subject's privacy very seriously here. No visitors or observers of any sort. In fact, once the program starts, no one will even be in the room with you. Just the video recorders. You'll have a panic button, which will summon someone back to help, but otherwise, it's just you and the Device."
Zoe was definitely intrigued. She too was a masochist, though she wasn't currently in a relationship. The money would let her quit her part time job, at least for this semester, which would leave more time for studying, and maybe even for doing something about that relationship she wasn't currently in.
"Okay, I'd like to try at least stage one," Zoe told Henry.
"Great," he responded. "It takes about an hour or two. We can do it right now, if you'd like." He pulled an envelope from his desk, reached in to it, and fanned out five one hundred dollar bills.
"If you complete stage one today, you'll walk out the door with the cash, today," he told her.
"Okay, let's do it."
***
Lola led Zoe into the first room she had passed in the hall. In the middle of the room sat The Device. Zoe felt the capital letters were deserved. It looked like a sort of bondage chair. It had straps to hold the arms outstretched to either side, a wide collar to hold the neck in place, straps that appeared to go over and under the breasts. There was no seat, as such, though spread to either side at 45 degree angles from the front were two boards that would support the back of each knee for perhaps three inches, folding down into boards to support the calves, all with straps to hold the thighs, calves, ankles, and feet in place. But the most interesting part of the chair was the seat, or rather, the lack thereof. Instead of a seat, there were two large metallic dildos, mounted on movable rods.
Zoe was having second thoughts, but Lola told her, "Relax, honey. I know it looks scary. And in a way, it is. But I also came harder than I ever had come before. Yes, it will hurt, worse than probably anything you've tried to date, unless you're a lot more experienced than most women your age, but it will also feel better than anything you've ever felt before."
"So what now?" Zoe asked.
"First, I need you to sign a waiver, indicating that you have been told there is a 0.1% chance that your testing on the device could cause permanent injury, or even death." Lola looked at Zoe's startled expression and said, "Don't worry. We have not had a single accidental death in all the testing we've done, even during stage three. But since it could happen, you have to sign, here."
Lola proffered a sheet of paper. Zoe read it, but it said the same thing, but in legalese. She signed it and handed it back.
"Next," Lola continued, "you strip off your clothes, all of them, including bra and panties, and put them in that box. Then I fit you in to the Device, and we start the program."
Zoe stripped, and stepped over to the machine. Gingerly she "sat" in it, and Lola began to strap her in. First wrists, then elbows, then shoulders, collar, forehead. Next thighs, calves, ankles, and feet. Finally the straps under and over Zoe's tits.
Now it was time for the electrodes and sensors. One on each ear lobe, two on the nose, one on the tongue, one on each nipple, two on the clit. Then the dildos were lubed up and slowly inserted, and pushed to the point of pain, then a bit beyond. Finally, a metallic sound was inserted into her piss hole, and a ring gag into her mouth.
"Okay," Lola said, "it's time for system test and calibration. We're going to apply electricity to various parts of your body, in a slow ramp up, to determine your thresholds of sensation, where you first feel it, and of discomfort, where you'd like it to stop."
She followed by zapping Zoe's ear lobes, then nostrils, then tongue. Next were her nipples, then her asshole, which was shocked at both ends of the dildo, then her cunt, again shocked at both ends, her bladder, both ends, and finally her clit, both ends.
"Good," Lola said. "The Device now has your pain responses programmed in. Now we need to calibrate your pleasure responses." Lola entered something on the control pad, and suddenly Zoe was coming, hard. Then again, from a different sensation, and again, and again. No boyfriend had ever made her come that hard. Hell, even her best vibrator couldn't get her off like that. She was definitely looking forward to the test.
"That's great," Lola told her after the pleasure calibration was done. "Okay, the system has all the parameters required to put you through stage one. This stage will subject you to a number of stimuli, both painful and pleasurable, and will end when the Device determines that you have had at least fifty orgasms, or that at least two hours have elapsed. This," she handed a small box with two buttons on top, "is your panic button. Push and hold both for at least three seconds, and I'll shut it down and come to check on you. Are you ready?"
Zoe tried to nod, but was too thoroughly restrained to do so. She tried to say, "Yes," but because of the ring gag, it came out, "'Ess."
"All right, let me set the program to start, then I'll step out. I won't return until you either push the panic button, or until stage one is complete."
***
Lola entered another command on the control pad, and Zoe stiffened in pain. Suddenly she was hit with pleasure, and screamed out her first orgasm. Lola left.
But she didn't return to her desk. She had already flipped the closed sign on the lobby door, locked it, and set the voice mail on the phone. So instead she went straight into Henry DeVille's office. There she stripped off her clothes, and crawled on hands and knees over to the desk. She crawled under, and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him off while he watched the video of Zoe on The Device.
Lola couldn't see what was happening, but she could guess from her own time on the Device. When she heard a particularly loud howl of anguish, she figured that was when Zoe got the first clit-to-bladder, cunt-to-asshole shock. She remembered how she herself had screamed, and orgasmed, at that moment.
In fact, she had watched the video of her own ride with her mistress on numerous occasions. Or more accurately, her mistress had watched, while Lola ate her pussy. That was a moment that always made her mistress come when she watched it, and it made Mr. DeVille shoot his first load down her throat. Zoe had looked fit, and she expected to swallow at least two or three more loads from Mr. DeVille before the test was done.
Finally, the "test complete" alarm sounded. Lola arose, and got dressed.
As she was heading to release Zoe, he told her, "You're getting sloppy, cunt. You're going to repeat stage two after Zoe leaves. Also, tell your mistress you're doing stage three the day after Zoe volunteers for it herself."
"Yes, Master," Lola said, and departed.
***
Zoe looked up as the door opened. It was Lola, who immediately began unstrapping her, removing electrodes, probes, and dildos. Zoe tried to protest, to signal that she wanted to do stage two right now.
"Sorry, honey," Lola explained. "The protocol requires at least one week's rest between stage one and two. After all, you were on the Device for almost two hours, and experienced nearly sixty orgasms. Your body needs time to recover from the hyper-stimulation, and the folks who made the Device want to be sure that you are starting well rested before the next test. However, if you'd like, I can let you borrow the battery-powered portable electro-torture-orgasm vibrator. It combines electric shocks with powerful stimulation, and will definitely help prepare you for stage two, as well as taking the edge off until next week. But if you'd like, we can schedule you for the same time, though you'll need to allow between three and six hours for it."
Zoe couldn't yet form coherent words, but she nodded. When she was finally fully unstrapped, she tried to stand up, but collapsed immediately to the floor.
"Don't worry, honey, the Device has that effect on every girl. Let me help you up," she got her arms under Zoe's, and helped her to her feet.
Zoe stood, swaying like a tree in a high wind, but gradually steadied down. Lola brought Zoe her clothes, and helped her dress. Finally, Zoe was standing without leaning on the wall for support.
Zoe said, "Wow! That was intense. You're right. I've never hurt that bad, but I've never come that hard, either. I can't wait for stage two. Next week, at three pm?"
"Sounds good, honey. See you then."
***
Lola escorted Zoe to the door, then stripped off her clothes and crawled back to Mr. DeVille's office. As she entered, he said, "Well, cunt, it looks like she has already hit 75% on the pleasure-pain conditioning. I'd say it's a virtual lock that she will hit 100% before the end of stage two. And speaking of stage two..."
Lola crawled back in to the Device room, and waited patiently while Mr. DeVille strapped her in.
"I just wanted you to know, cunt," he told her, "that I'm raising the orgasm count for completion from two hundred to five hundred. Have a nice night." He didn't bother giving Lola the "panic button," first because she wasn't allowed to stop the program, but second, and more importantly, because it didn't actually do anything. It was only a placebo, to put the victim at ease during her first treatment.
After all, the real purpose of the Device was to condition all cunts who experienced it to associate pain with pleasure, and greater pain with greater pleasure, until they were all reduced to their natural condition of total servitude.
Lola was a prime example. After completing stage two, she could only orgasm if she was in excruciating pain. Her mistress appreciated this, since Lola now begged her for ever more brutal and extreme treatment. In fact, if she didn't do stage three soon, she'd wind up going too far, all on her own. Much better to do it under control of the Device.
***
Zoe's roommate had gone away for the weekend, so she was able to try out the vibrator Lola had given her. Within a few seconds, she was screaming in pleasure and pain. She grabbed her pillow and held it over her mouth, trying to stifle her cries. She spent the next hour or two screaming into the pillow, and coming hard. Just as she was about to drop from exhaustion, there was a knock at her door. Her friends that she normally went to dinner with were ready. It was probably a good idea to eat.
Zoe spent every moment she could spare the following week using the torture vibrator. She stuck it in the bottom of her backpack, and when she had an hour between classes, she visited the nearest ladies room, to get off a few more times.
***
By the time her appointment came, Zoe was going out of her mind with desire and lust. She arrived a good twenty minutes early, but they were ready to see her anyway.
This time, there was no hesitation, either in signing the waiver (which she failed to notice upped the chance of accidental death to 10%) or in getting strapped in to the Device. Lola didn't bother to hand her the "panic button." There was no need.
"The stage two target is a minimum of two hundred orgasms, and generally takes between three and six hours," Lola told her. "I'll be by to unstrap you after, and to give you a ride home. You won't be fit to walk for the rest of the night, I'm afraid."
Zoe just nodded, then said, "Do it!"
Lola started the stage two program, and left.
***
Once again, Lola stripped naked, and crawled into Mr. DeVille's office. This time, however, it was her mistress who was supervising. But her task was the same, either way. Provide oral pleasure to whomever was monitoring the test. She did so with gusto.
Her mistress was clearly enjoying watching Zoe suffer, and orgasm. Lola would have felt jealous, save that she knew both Zoe and herself would soon be undergoing stage three testing. So there was no point in worrying about how her mistress might feel about the younger co-ed.
***
Zoe couldn't believe it. The Device was even more intense this time than last. She hoped the room she was in was thoroughly soundproofed, since she was screaming loud enough to rouse the dead.
But right alongside the screams were her orgasms. Those too were even more intense than last time. In fact, she was surprised she hadn't had a heart attack. Her pulse and respiration were certainly well above normal.
Zoe suffered the torments of hell, and the pleasures of heaven. By the time the program finished, she was incapable of speaking, or standing, or indeed of doing anything volitional. She simply sagged in her straps, grateful that they made standing unnecessary, for now.
***
Lola and her mistress saw that Zoe's pain/pleasure conditioning had been even more successful than Lola's. With Lola, there was a 1% chance that if she abstained from all sexual activity, even masturbation, and all BDSM activity, for at least a year, that she might be able to orgasm without excruciating pain.
But Zoe's conditioning was total. She would never again be able to orgasm without suffering tortures beyond anyone else's ability to imagine, let alone endure. Fortunately for her, that wouldn't be a problem for long.
Lola's mistress directed her to get dressed, and go unstrap Zoe.
***
Zoe was unable to look up to see who had entered. She simply slumped in the Device. Lola again went through the ritual of disconnecting and unstrapping Zoe, then helped the girl to get dressed. She slipped Zoe's arm over her shoulder, and walked her out to Lola's mistress's car.
"Would you rather come back to my apartment?" Lola asked. "I presume you'd rather not have your roommate see you in this shape."
Zoe tried to protest that she didn't want to be a bother, but Lola was having none of it.
"Nonsense. My mistress told me to make the offer. She knows the effect stage two has on a girl, from having seen me go through it. You just come back and crash at our place. We'll let you rest and recover, and you can go home in the morning."
Zoe nodded once, then more-or-less passed out.
***
When she came to, she was in a strange bed. She started to panic, but Lola entered the room. She relaxed, remembering that she had agreed to crash at Lola's place earlier.
"Good morning, sleepy-head," Lola said, cheerfully, "though good evening would be closer to correct."
"How," Zoe tried to ask.
"How long? Well, you finished on the machine about 10pm last night. We got here and got you put to bed about 11pm, and it's now 7pm. So you slept for 20 hours." Lola didn't mention that for most of that period, Zoe had been subjected to hypnotic reinforcement of her pleasure/pain conditioning.
"I'm so sorry," Zoe said. "I've kept you out of your bed."
"Not to worry," Lola replied. "Last night, like most nights, I slept in a storage crate in my mistress's room. So you didn't inconvenience us at all."
"I need to get home, I'm missing dinner at the dorm."
"Don't be absurd. We'll feed you. It comes with letting you stay. Believe me, I know just how ravenous you are right now. Do you want to get dressed in your clothes, or would you care to borrow one of my nighties to wear to dinner?"
"If it's just you and your mistress, a nightie is fine." Zoe wasn't ready to get dressed, yet. She really wasn't ready to be social, either, but courtesy demanded it.
A few minutes later, the three women, all wearing nighties and house slippers, sat around the kitchen table. Zoe was introduced to Lola's mistress, whose name, she learned, was Morgana.
"I just wanted to thank you both for letting me crash here," Zoe told them. "I think it would have freaked my roommate out, especially given how long I slept."
"Think nothing of it," Morgana told her. "I remember how wiped out Lola was the first time she did the stage two trial. Besides, Lola and I figured you'd probably want to talk about things, so it made more sense to have you here."
"You're right," Zoe replied. "I do want to talk about it. First, how do I get one of those Devices for myself? That was amazingly intense. The thought of not being able to experience it ever again just fills me with despair."
"You'll get the opportunity to order one, at a nice discount, if you like."
"Hell, yes! But besides that, I really want to do the stage three trial."
"I'm sure they'd be delighted to let you. However, I must warn you that there is a fifty per cent chance of permanent injury, or even death, from stage three."
"I'll take that chance."
***
That was what Lola and Morgana had been waiting to hear. Actually, for Zoe and Lola, there was a 100% chance of death during stage three. That was the purpose of the Device. First, to condition the cunts who used it to require excruciating agony in order to achieve orgasm, and to make them crave those orgasms more than anything else in life. Second, when their new Owner's decided (and any cunt who went through stage two was mentally incapable of being anything but property), the Device would snuff them out, in literally unbearable pain and suffering. Fortunately, it didn't matter at that point whether the cunt could endure the pain or not, for she would be made to endure, until it killed her.
"We actually got special permission to get you to stage three starting tonight, if you'd like. I have to warn you that it will take between eight and twelve hours, so if you want to do it without it interfering with classes..."
"I can go tonight? Really? Let's go!"
Zoe jumped up to get dressed.
"Sit down, young lady," Morgana told her. "You need to eat. You'll need all your strength for stage three."
Clearly disappointed, Zoe sat, and began eating. She had no real awareness of what she ate, as her thoughts were entirely focussed on getting to ride the Device again.
***
Two hours later found the three of them back at the office. It was dark, but Lola soon had the lights on.
Zoe raced into the room with the Device, and had her clothes stripped off before Lola and Morgana had even entered the room.
With the two women working together, it was only a matter of moments before Zoe was ready to ride.
Lola stepped in front of the control panel, and keyed the sequence to start stage three.
As the first wave of agony and pleasure hit Zoe, Lola asked her, "You do realise you're going to die tonight, don't you? You're going to scream, and orgasm, so hard that it will kill you. And Morgana and I will be watching you on video, like we did last time. I'll be naked, kneeling between her legs, and eating her to orgasm after orgasm, as you suffer and ultimately die, for your pleasure and for ours."
Zoe just grunted, "Yes, dammit! Just turn it up all the way!"
They did so.
Zoe screamed. She suffered. She orgasmed. The cycle repeated, over and over, each time louder and more intense.
Finally Zoe screamed so loudly, so intensely, that not only did Morgana have an earth-shattering orgasm on Lola's talented tongue, but even Lola came, just from the sympathetic resonance from her own pleasure/pain conditioning.
***
The Device indicated that at last, after nearly twelve hours, Zoe's suffering had climaxed (if you'll excuse the word choice) in her death.
There was an aroma of cooked meat in the testing room. Mr. DeVille would get to eat Zoe's carcass. Morgana didn't mind not getting any of Zoe, as Lola would be starting stage three as soon as they disposed of Zoe.
Lola said to Morgana, "Please, Mistress, just promise me that I won't be the only girl you take through to stage three. I want to know that I was your first, but also that I was not your last. I want to know that you are continuing to take pleasure from other cunts' suffering."
"Don't worry, cunt," Morgana told her, "your replacement has already been through stage one, and had an 80% effectiveness on the conditioning."
"Who is it, Mistress?"
"Your sister, Ember."
"Oh, good. I was worried about what might happen to her without me to watch out for her. Thank you, Mistress. Abuse her thoroughly and well."
"I will. Now let's get you strapped in..."
***
Kelly saw the notice on the student union bulletin board...
