Page 4 of Volunteer 4711

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“The doctor wants you 4711,” I am told by 872.

I stop what I’m doing in the field, my hand still on the shoot. “You sure?”

“Yes. He asked for you by number,” 872 replies and points to me to make sure I understand. She comes over to take my basket and tools from me. “Go now, or he will only become angry.”

I reluctantly give her my farming equipment and walk towards the doctor’s house. I’ve never been here unaccompanied. When I reach the door, I push the button to open it. Immediately I’m hit by the stench of rot.

I walk in slowly, trying to breathe through my mouth. “Hello. I am here,” I say into the coppery-smelling house.

“Come to the back,” I hear the doctor say.

I walk through the house to the back, which I would call his laboratory slash examination room. On the way, I have to pass by all the strange and sad animals he has in cages. They’re wounded in various ways, and I’ve no idea whether these alien animals are having good or bad work performed on them. Either way, I’ve never been able to stomach animal testing, and it gives me the creeps.

When I enter his back room, the doctor doesn’t look up as I walk in, which suits me, as his crazy blue eyes always unsettle me. “I need you to disrobe.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Take off your clothing,” he looks up, annoyed that I still struggle with his language.

When I don’t immediately remove my clothing, he walks over to me and begins ripping my clothing off. I know that I cannot disobey him because he’s a Silver. I’ve already witnessed other volunteers being physically punished for disobedience, but at the same time, I’ll not aid him in raping me or whatever he wants to do to me.

In seconds, I’m standing naked before him. My clothing in shreds at my bare feet. I know I should be scared, but oddly, all I can think about is losing an outfit, and now I only have two.

“What?” I ask. I’ve missed something he said.

He’s annoyed. He doesn’t repeat whatever he has said, instead, he gets a device and returns to me. Without even talking to me, he puts in on my clit and then quickly grabs my wrists and pins them over my head. His terrible blue eyes bore into mine as he holds me. I can smell his disgusting breath as his face hovers close to mine.

Within seconds I realize the device is to make me orgasm. I find it so odd he’d do this to me. But I’ve seen a lot of strange things on the farm. The device quickly brings me to orgasm, and although I would’ve preferred not to have it with the doctor looking over me, I’m grateful he didn’t touch me with his own hands, nor is he making any move to rape me. I expect him to take the device off now. “Finished,” I say without emotion.

“No,” he replies, and this unsettles me.

The device continues, and I begin to ache again. His crazy blue eyes search mine as the device uncomfortably brings me to orgasm, but in a different way, a mechanical way. A completely unnatural way, and my body is already fighting against it.

“Finished,” I say again, but this time in a slightly less confident way.

“No.”

I try to shake my legs, to shake the device off of me, but it’s impossible.

The doctor smacks one of my thighs so hard I know a bruise will be there. “Stand still, volunteer.”

“Why?” I ask. My clit is throbbing, and my whole labia is numb with pleasure despite my brain hating this. And my body, although orgasming, also hates this. It’s weird and terrible. “Why?” I ask again.

The doctor doesn’t answer me but just continues to look into my eyes as I come again. When I close my eyes, he slaps me and says something unintelligible. He’s still holding my wrists so tightly I’m sure I’ll have bruises there too, but I can’t feel anything anymore except my throbbing. My mind is losing its bearings by the tech orgasms I’m being clinically subjected to.

“Stop,” I say after I orgasm again. My clit and labia are throbbing with pain. I try to move and kick him, but this only hurts me more. I can’t help it. I begin to cry, but it does nothing to stop the doctor. He continues to hold me and watch me. I hate him and continue to ask him to stop. Over and over again, stop, stop, please stop this.

I don’t know how long I was alone with the doctor when one of the male Silver farmers who is in charge comes in. I know he fears the doctor. Everyone fears the doctor, but he still says, “Volunteer 4711 is needed with me.”

The doctor doesn’t take his eyes off me. “She is busy.”

“She is not meant for you. She is meant to help me in the field, in the house.”

“Look here,” the doctor says, running a silver hand up and down my naked body. “So like us on the outside but very different on the inside. Sex is pleasurable…” he continues on, but I don’t have the vocabulary to understand all of what he’s saying. Judging by the farmer’s expression, it wasn’t kind.

The farmer seems embarrassed to see me in such a way which I find interesting because he has no problem lining me up for brothel nights at the main house.

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