I spent a week in my room after that. Room, cell, call it what you will. Just a room with a bed and a bathroom. A slot in the door that someone opened to push through a tray of food a few times a day. The first few days I tried telling them to open the door, let me out, etc. Didn't work of course. Earpieces, like I said, they're not stupid.
I'd lost track of time when the door opened. Second time in my life the door opened, and for the second time in life, I was led by guards back to the room. I didn't struggle or resist this time. Didn't ask them what was happening, didn't even try to command them. Just let them lead me in and strap me to that chair again. They walked out and left me there. I waited for the Prof and Dr Reid.
They let me sit there, stewing. Would have been at least an hour. I spent that time thinking about Dr Reid groping her tits and fingering her cunt. I was hard, imagining it, when they finally walked in.
Prof looked exactly the same as last time. My eyes went straight to Dr Reid. She wasn't wearing a blouse this time, she was in a top that went right up to her neck, not showing any cleavage at all. Her skirt had been swapped for a pair of slacks. She also wore an expression of hatred that she didn't really try to hide as she glowered at me. I smiled back.
Prof led us off with the cheery news that they'd spent the past week debating whether I was too dangerous to work with and if I should just be locked away forever. He also explained that if was to make Dr Reid do anything "inappropriate" to herself, then I'd never leave my room again. Guess he was trying to scare me. Guess it worked too, because I resisted the urge to tell her to give me a lapdance.
He told me that today, we were going to examine my ability for use in interrogation. I nodded and played along, asking Dr Reid the questions he told me to ask. Well, not ask, like I said earlier, I phrased it as a command for her to tell me. Worked perfectly of course, she told me everything I asked. I was a good little test subject. For the first five minutes or so anyway, before I got bored.
Ok, so it might seem stupid to go off script and risk being locked in a cell for the rest of my life. But I didn't really like the idea of being their performing monkey forever either. Keep in mind, I had just been locked up for the past week too, so I might have been a little stir crazy. So after interrogating her about her birthday, mothers maiden name, childhood pet names and whatever other boring shit the Prof told me to ask, I got sick of it.
First I told them both to sit still and not draw attention to us. I could see the alarm in Ashlee's eyes already (obviously her first name was one of the questions I'd just asked).
I toyed with her a little. Just sitting there, looking at her, enjoying the fear in her pretty blue eyes. I felt my cock throb just from the feeling of power I had over her. And yet, I knew if I told her to do any of the things I really wanted, I was going to get zapped again.
So I told her she had sexy lips. She blinked, looking a bit confused, and then her tongue slid out, and licked those lips nervously. She didn't seem to know what to do, but after a few seconds she stammered, "Uh, th... thank you."
I smiled politely, like a friendly uncle, "You're welcome Ashlee... Tell me, when was the last time you had a cock between them?"
Her face turned red, and her eyes went from nervous to angry, but she couldn't stop herself replying, "Last night."
Obviously I needed a lot more detail, and she had no choice but to oblige.
Since her story doesn't advance my story, and since you're reading this to hear about me, I won't tell you all the details, but god it was hot hearing it...