The scientists finally notified me and led me back to the experiment room. This time, the lights were off. They instructed me to step into one of the glass boxes. I couldn't see much as I stepped in because it was dark, but the bottom felt pretty soft and nice.
I figured they would give me more context about the experiment after I enter the box.
They closed the door behind me, and they turned on the lights. This caused me to see one of the naked rehab men standing in the corner this whole time. He was grunting and smiling at me. My eyes widened, and I quickly turned around to try to push the door open. There was no door handle or anything. When I failed, I banged on the glass with my fist, screaming to the scientists,
"My boss told me that I can't- that they can't see me! They aren't supposed to be- to see me without a barrier between us! Let me out please!"
I was panicking so bad, but the scientists completely ignored me. They just sat in their chairs with their clipboards as if they were getting ready to watch a movie.
I banged on the glass with my hand until it went numb, the adrenaline I felt flushed out any pain. But none of that adrenaline would ever be enough to combat the rest of the pain I was about to experience.
The rehab man ran towards me, grabbed a fist full of my hair and threw me backwards into the glass wall behind us. My back hit the glass, and I yelped as I fell on my bottom. I was in too much pain and shock to move. He approached me again and slapped me really hard across my face.
"Open your mouth" He demanded.
My back was hurting, my face was stinging, and my heart was racing. Still shocked by everything, I couldn't even process what he said.
He grabbed me by the neck and slammed me into the glass wall.
"Open Your Damn Mouth!"
I gasped, barely able to breathe or focus on anything. I could barely open my mouth because I was shaking with fear. I still tried my best to open up. I have never done any sexual acts before while conscious. And even though I became desensitized to aggressive yelling from the men in this establishment, it was so different to hear him yell at me while having access to touch and harm me. It was only him, not a crowd of people. It was so much more personal, so much more impactful.
"Wider!" He screamed and slapped me.
I tried so hard to open my mouth more, but he wasn't satisfied when he slapped me again. I couldn't help myself but to start whining and sobbing. He didn't let me continue though when he grabbed and pushed my chin up and screamed once again,
"Open your mouth right now!"
I whined, "I can't-". Before I could finish, he shoved his dick into my mouth.
I was so shocked, I choked and used my hands to try to push him away from me, but he grabbed my wrists, pushed them behind my head, and shoved my head into his dick even more.
I was choking so bad, but he was too strong. I couldn't fight back. He grabbed my head and continued to push me back and forth into his dick. At this point, I had no time to think of the taste, no time to think of the way he forced it way down my throat or the pain or the fear or the betrayal from the scientists—no time to think of this as an experiment at all.
