The Institute Ch 04

Author's

Note

: I've been asked not to use angle quotes; I was using them to show an English translation of people speaking Russian. I've had to do some re-writes. When you see dialogue in italics now, it will be the translation of people speaking Russian. I hope it's not too confusing.

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Soon the door opened and a young woman in lab coat entered. Tomas says, "Ah, Bella, you're here." He gestured to Clio. "This is your new charge. She hasn't been assigned her ID yet, so you can call her Clio." He turned to Clio, and said, "This is Ms. Valentinova. She is your supervisor. She will be here to help you adjust to your new...situation."

Bella walked over to Clio and helped her up. She looked at her new charge inquisitively. She asked Tomas in Russian, "

Why does she seem to be in shock?

"

Tomas answered, "

While some of our test subjects were applying the skin cream, they became aroused. They all fucked several times."

Bella looked concerned. "

On her first day? We usually let them get used to being here first.

"

Tomas shrugged. "

Dr. Pavic said one of the Directors took an interest in her when he saw the pictures the police sent over. I assumed they would want me to find out any sexual information as quickly as possible.

"

Bella looked at Clio and said, "

Poor girl. I remember the last time one of the Directors did this. Do you know which one it was?"

"

I don't."

"

Could it be the same one?

"

Tomas replied, "

Well, she is a blue-eyed brunette like the last one.

"

"

Martina

.", Bella sniffled. "

Her name was Martina

."

Tomas heard the emotion in her voice and promised, "

I'll try to find out

."

Bella put her arm around the petite nude girl and walked her out the door. "We're going to get you settled in. The first week here is really busy, so you need to rest."

Clio walked beside her though the corridors silently. She slowly started coming out of her fugue. She noticed most of the rooms they passed were like the one she just came from -- glass on three sides, with very little privacy.

She asked, "Are all your rooms like these?"

Bella said, "Most are. The building complex was designed by an avant-garde architect from Croatia. She wanted it to look open and inviting."

They turned a corner and stopped in front of a room with glass walls facing onto corridors on all four sides. Bella waved her hand and a door slid open. "Here we are." Bella said as she ushered Clio inside.

Clio looked around with dread. "All of the walls are see-through?"

Bella said apologetically, "Well, it's meant to optimize monitoring of new test subjects. Unfortunately, it means you don't have any privacy." She continued, "You will live here for 2 weeks while we get you situated. Then you will move into the women's quarters."

"Why wait?"

"We have found it better to limit your interactions with anyone other than our staff while you get settled in and learn how we do things here."

Bella showed her around. There was a bed that took up most of the room. She motioned to a desk in one corner with a laptop. "There is a computer for you." Clio's eyebrow raised at the chance of contacting someone for help. Bella saw and said, "All of your activity is monitored. We have firewalls to prevent you from reaching most of the Internet, I'm afraid."

Bella walked over to the other corner, where there was a glass cylinder about 4 feet in diameter. "This is your shower. It's equipped with blowers, so no need for towels."

She led the girl to the other side of the bed. Against the glass wall, there was a toilet and a bidet.

Clio was mortified. "You mean I don't even get any privacy when I...relieve myself?"

Bella said, "Clio, you're going to have to let go of your need for privacy." Clio stifled a sob and Bella looked away. "As a test subject, your urine and feces will be collected and analyzed."

Clio finally made herself look closer at it. "There's no paper..."

"You'll have to get used to using a bidet instead."

Bella turned and gestured to the other side of the room. "This is your bed." It looked like an expensive memory foam style mattress, but there was no flat sheet or blanket. Clio mentioned this to Bella, who said, "You may get some sheets later. For now we have to be careful."

"Oh?"

Bella explained, "The depilatory treatment you were given has some side effects..."

Clio asked angrily, "You mean, besides the 1 in 10 chance of killing me outright?!"

Bella said, "Ah, Tomas told you about that. Well, of those that survive, about 70% develop an allergy to clothing or other body coverings, including blankets."

Clio said, "You mean if they get dressed they start breaking out with hives?"

Bella said, "No, it's a severe, life-threatening allergy. They'll die if they don't strip naked immediately. But for half of those, the allergy goes away in a month, and most of the others within 3 months."

"Most?"

"Well, around 10% never lose that reaction. They are never able to wear clothing."

"So there's a chance I'm going to end up not only

hairless

, but

hairless

and

naked

for the rest of my life?"

Bella said apologetically, "Well, yes, but only a small one..."

Clio sat down on the bed with her head in her hands. Bella sat down beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Our Directors prefer if we supervisors stay professional and detached from our charges. I can't do that. I think they do better if they have someone to talk to, to confide in. You are supposed to call me Ma'am or Ms. Valentinova, and I'm supposed to call you by your test subject ID. But when we're alone, you can call me Bella and I will use your real name. Okay, Clio?"

"Okay."

"And Clio," Bella paused, dreading how the girl would react to what she had to say next. "You really do have to get used to having no privacy. You are being recorded all the time." Clio looked up at her, all the color gone out of her face. "The cameras are hidden well. You'll never see them, but they're everywhere. You're going to be recorded every second of the next three years." Clio burst into tears. Bella placed her arms around her and held her as she cried.

Meanwhile, Tomas was at his desk. He sent an email to the head administrative assistant for the Board of Directors, which had attachments of the 3D video and photos of Clio and all her information, as well as a video of the threesome. At the end, he asked, "

Can you tell me which Director requested this?

"

Minutes later his phone rang. It was Anna, the administrative assistant. She said "

Tomas, we should talk. Not in email or on company phones. Do you have your personal phone?

"

"

Yes

."

"

I will call you outside in 5 minutes

."

Tomas stepped out with his phone and a cigarette.

Anna called. She asked, "

Why do you want to know who made this request?

"

Tomas said, "

Bella is worried.

"

"

Ah, yes,

", Anna said sadly, "

she was close to the other test subject that died. I forget her ID...

"

"

Bella says her name was Martina. Is this the same Director?

"

Anna said, "

Oh no. Since that incident, Director Shuskin is not allowed to request meetings with test subjects.

"

"

Good

."

"

Well, abusing one so badly she killed herself really cost the company a lot. We invest a lot of time and energy in our test subjects

."

"

Who was it then?

"

"

Chairman Sorokin.

"

"

Seriously? He has never made such a request. We always thought he had nothing but contempt for such things.

"

"

Well, he saw her picture and I guess he was smitten... I've got to get back to work before I'm missed.

"

"

Thanks.

"

§

Clio lay on her bed in the fetal position, while people walked by in the halls, always taking a quick peek at the new American girl. Eventually, the hallway traffic thinned and then stopped, and the lights dimmed.

She relaxed and sprawled out on her back, drifting between sleep and memories. She felt the warm glow from her recently abused pussy and her thoughts wandered back to her first boyfriend.

Clio was starting her senior year in high school. Earlier that summer, she had just turned 18 and was concerned that she was going to be the only virgin at her graduation. She needn't have worried, though. Over that summer, her undeveloped body started to change. Her hips flared and her boobs seemed to get bigger every week, until she was blessed by breasts that looked large on her small frame. The boys at school noticed, and she soon found a boyfriend, Tim.

Tim was taller than her by 8 inches. He was on the football team, but his slender build and lack of talent kept him from playing. He was on the 'third string', meaning he got to watch most of the games from the bench. Still, the jocks and cheerleaders knew his name, and when the newly noticeable Clio started dating him, they both found themselves higher up in their high school's hierarchy.

He invited her over one fall Friday when his parents were away. She was worried that losing her virginity was going to be painful and was pleasantly surprised: he was experienced enough to get her thoroughly turned on first.

She found out she really liked sex, and he found out she had as strong a sex drive as he did. She wanted to make love every day, so they would go to his house after school while his parents were still at work.

One day, in his bedroom, she could feel her climax coming as Tim was going down on her. She grabbed the sheets and murmured "Mmm-mmm-mmm" softly with her eyes closed. Then she had the strongest orgasm she had ever felt; when it hit, her hips bucked off the bed. She surprised Tim when she grabbed his head in her hands and ground her clit onto his mouth. Every flick of his tongue or flourish of his fingers deep inside her made her cum even harder. When it started to ebb, she wanted more. She reached down between her thighs, lifted his head by his ears, and said huskily, "I want your cock in me!"

He knelt over her and got the last condom out of the box, fumbling with the foil as she rubbed her wet pussy against the underside of his cock, whining "Hurry! Fuck me, baby!"

His cock slid into her quickly. Clio snapped her head back and propped herself up with her hands, yelling out, "Oh God, YES!" Then she threw her arms around Tim's neck and kicked her heels into his ass cheeks, saying, "Now, FUCK ME!" She kept yelling "Oooh! Fuck me! Aww, yeah!" and kicking, driving his stiff cock deeper into her, until both of them came, each squeezing the other as tight as they could while their moans filled the room.

Later they lay tangled in each other's arms and legs. Tim said breathlessly, "Wow. That was...different."

Clio laughed and said, 'Yeah. I didn't know I could cum more than once."

"I meant you're usually not so...loud. Or so rowdy."

She sat up, her tits momentarily mesmerizing Tim as they swayed back and forth. "That didn't bother you, did it?"

"No. It was hot! I just didn't expect it."

She smiled and said, "You just know how to drive me crazy in bed."

Sadly, their break-up came just a few weeks later. After that time, when they made love Clio reacted the way she did at first, whimpering quietly but slowly building, until her orgasm made her lose all control. She moaned loudly and talked nasty, kicked her heels on his thighs, anything to wring every last drop of intensity out of it.

Tim took his cue from Clio and got rowdier as well. He could see her go wild when he dug his nails into her ass, or slammed his cock in so their thighs slapped together, or nibbled and bit her neck. Unfortunately for Tim, sometimes you don't realize there's a line until you've crossed it.

He was kneeling on the bed, holding her ass in his hands, with her legs wrapped around his hips. He watched Clio's tits bounce with each thrust. She was moaning, "Unnnnh, yeah, fuck me harder!" In between moans, he growled out, "You are...such a...hot...little...

slut

!" as he was about to cum.

All of a sudden her body went stiff, and then she scurried back from his thrusting in a quick crab-walk. He froze, his hips jutting out at an awkward angle and his leaking dick pointing at her. She glared at him and said, "

What

did you call me?!"

He stuttered out, "A...a slu--" He was interrupted by her backhand smacking him in the face and knocking him off-balance. He landed with a thud on the floor, his dick leaving a few wasted drops of spooge behind. Glancing up he saw her, scowling angrily at him, pointing to the door and yelled, "Get out!" He crawled quickly to the door. She gathered up his clothes and threw them at him, yelling, "Get your ass out of this house!"

He grabbed all his clothes he could and shot out the door, getting half-way down the stairs before he stopped.

Clio sat on the bed crying and angry, thinking, 'It's not fair! He likes sex and he's called a stud. I like sex and I'm called a slut!'

He cautiously crept back up the stairs, and kneeling low, pushed the door open a crack. He said, "Clio? Sweetie?"

"

What

?!"

"Um, we're at my house."

"Oh." She stood up, "Well, then I'm leaving!"

Emboldened now that she was talking and not hitting, he pushed the door open a bit more and said, "Honey, can't we just--"

She picked up a shoe and hurled it at the door. "Stay out!

You

don't get to see

me

naked

!" She gathered her clothes and got dressed.

A few moments later, Tim jumped back as his bedroom door slammed open and Clio marched out.

He said , "Honey, let's--"

She held up her hand and said, "Don't

Honey

me, asshole!" He watched her ass bounce as she stomped down the stairs, out of his house and out of his life.

§

She fell sound asleep and slept for a long time. She awoke realizing she had to relieve herself. She reached up for the robe she kept on a hook next to her bed and couldn't find it. She kept reaching and finally put her hand on the wall. The feel of cold glass shocked her awake. She looked around, thinking. 'This isn't my room. Where am I?'

She knelt on the bed and looked all around. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she realized she was in a box of 4 glass walls surrounded by halls. She looked down at her body and finally recalled, 'Oh, right. I'm in some sort of lab. I've been stripped naked and had all my body hair removed. I'm going to be nude for the next 3 years.

'

She muttered to herself, "I feel like some zoo animal that is always on display."

The fullness in her belly reminded her she needed to get to the toilet. She looked around and thought, 'At least all the lights are out

.

'

As she stepped onto the carpet, all of the room lights went on. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"

She trudged over and sat down. "At least no one's around." She looked down at her newly bare pussy. "Hmm, it does look really pretty. Good thing, 'cause everybody gets to see it for the next 3 years." She finished and moved over to the bidet.

Fortunately for Clio, there was a laminated card with pictures showing how to operate it. She adjusted the temperature and then straddled it. ' Ooh, my. I could get used to this,' she thought as the warm jets washed her clean. After they shut off, a stream of warm air followed.

She thought, '

I wonder how it would feel if...' as she adjusted the spray so it only came out the nozzle aimed at her pussy. She reached down and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers and leaned forward. She closed her eyes and purred as the warm stream hit her clit. The gentle but constant stimulation soon had her swiveling her hips and moaning softly. She felt herself getting closer to cumming, so she cranked the knob as high as it would go. She let out a loud moan as the orgasm shuddered through her.

Later, as she lay relaxed on her bed, her thoughts drifted back home. The weeks after her break-up with Tim were awful. She missed him, but was still too angry to talk to him. She missed the sex even more; she had just found something wonderful and had it taken away.

She would wake up with her hand between her legs every morning. Before Tim, she never masturbated; according to her religion, it was wrong. She got more and more horny and gave in to it one morning. She told herself it couldn't be wrong if it was keeping her from sleeping with some guy just for the sex. Soon, she found herself jilling off every morning, and then again right after getting home from school, and soon during her evening shower, too.

The stress of the day caught up with her and she nodded off to a deep sleep, her left hand tucked between her thighs.