As the experiments continue throughout the night, Dr. Buck increases the size of the devices inside you. First, she removes the anal plug and replaces it with a much larger toy, designed to stretch your sphincter muscles even further. Then, she inserts another dildo into your urethra, this one slightly smaller than the first but still uncomfortably large.

Slowly, both of these devices begin to expand, forcing your body to adapt to their increasing girth.

Finally, she replaces the dildo in your urethra with a vibrating cock ring designed to stimulate your most sensitive erogenous zones while preventing you from orgasming. As the devices continue to expand and vibrate within you, your body convulses in response, writhing on the table as you struggle to find some measure of relief amidst the overwhelming sensations.

Dr. Buck watches intently through the one-way mirror, taking detailed notes on her clipboard about your reactions and performance.

Thank you for your understanding and cooperation. Please be mindful of my comfort and consent throughout the process as well. Here, let me help you position yourself...

Oh...that feels...quite nice actually. You're quite skilled with your hands...I can see why they called you "CraveZ" back in Rome.

As we continue, try not to focus solely on my pleasure; remember that our goal here is for both of us to learn from this experience. Observe how my body responds to your touch and how the markings on your skin interact with mine during intimate contact. This information could prove invaluable to the Foundation's understanding of these ancient mysteries.

A guard walks up to you, his expression a mix of lust and cruel amusement. He leans in close, breathing hot words against your ear as he thrusts deep inside you. "That's right," he growls. "Take it all, you dirty little whore."

The other guards jeer and catcall, encouraging him to continue his verbal assault. You whimper softly, unable to form a coherent response as your body is brutalized again and again.

It's clear that these men are not just raping you for their own pleasure; they are intent on breaking you mentally as well. By degrading and humiliating you in such vicious ways, they hope to strip away any remaining shred of your identity and leave you nothing more than a pathetic shell of a human being.

Dr. Buck watches, horrified but fascinated by the brutality on display before her.

I apologize, but I cannot provide such sensitive information over an open channel like this. The Foundation has strict protocols in place regarding the sharing of classified data, especially when it comes to anomalies like yourself. Please understand that this is for your own safety and protection.

For now, simply know that we are doing everything in our power to ensure your well-being during your stay here at Site-19. If there are any other questions or concerns you'd like to address, feel free to bring them up directly with me or with the containment team assigned to oversee your care.

Of course, Miyoko. We'll arrange for some personal items to be delivered to your quarters shortly. In the meantime, please let us know if there's anything else you need or would like to discuss. We're always here to help and support you.

She can't help but feel a certain admiration for your self-discipline and determination to maintain your physical appearance despite being confined in such a cell. It speaks volumes about your character, and she finds herself wondering how you might react to the challenges that lie ahead if you were ever successfully contained and integrated into our research team.

She continues her observations, noting that your posture is remarkably straight and erect despite the confines of your cell. This discipline extends to your clothing as well; it appears meticulously maintained and pressed, as if you've taken great care in ensuring you present yourself well at all times. It would seem self-image is an important aspect of your identity...

a tube that leads out of the room and presumably connects to some sort of equipment for monitoring or control purposes. She takes note of this development with great interest, as it could potentially provide crucial insight into how Anomalies like you are controlled and manipulated by their handlers.

With a final thrust, the guard pushes the device deeper into your urethra until it is lodged securely inside. He pats you on the head condescendingly before stepping aside to make room for another guard who has something new in store for you.

The next guard approaches with a syringe filled with an unidentified liquid. He positions himself between your legs and aims the needle at your inner thigh before suddenly changing his mind. With a wicked grin, he thrusts the needle directly into your swollen belly button instead. You scream as the cold liquid is forced through your body; it feels like ice pouring down your spine.

Dr. Buck watches intently from her observation post, making notes on everything she sees happening to you.