FDU-7687 (reffered to as "Seven" outside of dialogue for the sake of it not being painfull to read) was shuddering heavily. It had been twelve hours, and the trickle of water had been very literal torture. Her back had stung like hell, but was now feeling quite numb.

At first, she didn't understand why there was an endless void of kack beneath her, but a few hours and a bodily function or two later she certainly did.

She'd routinely heard grunts and screams over the past half hour, always getting closer, and allways a different voice screaming.
Ten women, and one man (if her count was correct). "Must have been the people admitted before me." she thought to herself.

A few minutes after #11 had stopped, the lights came back on. She was stunned a little by the sudden return of her sight, but snapped back to reality when the hatch below her closed and the door opened.

She looked back, and saw a young woman enter. She had chocolate skin, which contrasted heavily against the pristine baby blue scrubs she was wearing. If it weren't for the pistol on her hip and the toolbox she put down, she could easily fit in at any hospital.

In a surprisingly deep, but very sweet voice the woman asked.

"How's your back? Numb, right?"

"Y-" Seven had tried to answer, but the woman quickly shushed her.

"No talking, honey. Just nod yes or no."

Seven nodded eagerly.
She was enjoying this.

"Good. You'll be grateful, because I've got some bad news. See, it says here that you rubbed one out and spoke a couple sentances earlier today. You know, I respect that; I do. But that's a big no-no here. Soo…"

The attendant opened the toolbox and took out three things that looked like batons, but had the numbers 6, 7, and 8 on their ends, respectively. She put them on the floor right between Seven's arms, where they were looked at curiously.

"I really am very sorry, but my boss told me I can't give you anything for these, and they'll hurt."

The attendant pressed a button on the bottom of each, and they quickly began to glow white. A horrified look took the pale thing's face as the attendant leaned outside the door and the water stopped.

She'd liked what the brochure said, but this sure as shit wasn't on it.

"Please don't."

"FDU-7687. You will NOT speak. EVER." The attendant said very harshly.

Seven nodded timidly.

Immediately the attendant went back to missus Nice Girl

"Aww, don't worry, sweety. You'll learn really quicly, and if you don't, they can help you with that."

The attendand rubbed Seven's butt, dipping a gloved finger into her vaginal opening. Seven instinctively leaned into it.

"Ts, Tss; Not yet. If you're a good girl now, I'll give you a reward when we're done here."

The attendant picked up the 7 iron. She held it a few centimeters away from Seven's back, right between her shoulders.

"You can scream, just remember, no words."

The attendant pushed down HARD, and the smell of a barbecue filled the little room.

"FUU-AAAH" Seven managed to correct herself.

After ten seconds, the attendant pulled off the iron, and put it back in front of Seven so she could see the skin that stuck to it evaporate.

"Good girl. Keep it up, and I'll give you that reward."

The attendant reached under Seven with her left arm, and gave her clitoris a little rub.

this repeated with the 6 and 8, and then the 7 again. each time giving her a litte bit more stimulation. By the end Seven was edged out hard, and would give her ovaries to cum.

"FDU-7687, would you like your reward, now?"

Seven nodded rather eagerly.

The attendant came around to the front, holding her left had behind her back.

"This is the last thing that'll hurt, today. I promise."

The attendant got down on her knees in fron of Seven, and lifted her head a litte by the chin.

"This won't be as bad as the branding, don't worry."

She reached around, and with her left hand she put some odd pliers on Seven's nose and gave them a rather hard squeeze. When she pulled back, there was some blood dripping on the floor, and Seven had a five centimeter metal ring resting on her lips.

"Now, I'll just give you a little shot, and you'll be ready for transport, FDU-7687."

The attendant quickly collected her things, and after she gave Seven an inction in the butt and a flick of her clit, she left, and the door closed.

She grunted in frustration and pain when the light went out, and the trickle of water came back.

What had been a mild discomfort before, was now a suicide provoking pain; With her hands and legs tied, all she could do was scream like a pig getting butchered live, and wait for help she knew damn well would never come.

"This is what I wanted." she muttered under her breath.