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Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read. Zombie Sex Slave: Part 4 – The
Alice in Wonderland Effect
She cried softly to herself.
Kim had been raped, but did it make it worse that she was raped by women? She
didn’t know, other than that she was violated and in pain. She still had
Evelyn’s wetness all over her face and could still smell her. Kim’s pussy was
ripped and sore, perhaps this is what it felt like after having a baby? The two
women had eventually taken their activities upstairs and left Kim to wallow in
her thoughts.
She was mad at herself for
getting into this predicament, but when Kim stepped though her “misdeeds”, she
couldn’t pinpoint any glaring mistakes or her ignoring of flashing warning
signs. She had simply done what had seemed logical and happened to be at the
wrong place at the wrong time. However, this realization offered no real comfort.
She still was bound to a table, raped, and by the sounds of it - in for some
kind of experiment at the hands of some twisted lesbians.
The fear of what was to come
was heavy. Kim was afraid of doctors, and she had apparently had good reason.
She was at the mercy of a sadist, a guinea pig or lab rat to be used in an…
experiment.
The word itself was ominous.
Unknown, unstable, untested…undead. Why did she come up with that? It
was something she thought she heard Evelyn say while Kim’s head was pressed
between Evelyn’s thighs …“my little zombie”. Why was that important? Her mind
was racing, maybe she was just freaking out.
It was terrible to be bound,
Kim discovered. Time crawled. Annoying itches popped up that couldn’t be
scratched, pains that needed rubbing and most of all, wiping off Evelyn’s
fucking cum from her face! But all Kim
could do was lay and wait, yelling obscenities that only succeeded in
disturbing the otherwise silent walls.
The two women giggled as they
listened to the variations of obscenities Kim came up with. The yelling was
barely audible, however, as they were upstairs gathering video cameras and
tripods to document the experiments. “Grab my digital camera Debra. I want to
take some close up photos of the dilation of her pupils. We should also bring
down the cattle prod just in case.” Debra
smiled, she had only used the prod once on a girl and delighted at the howls
she received in response. But Evelyn had always insisted that it not be used on
unwilling girls, but now the rules were a little different.
As the two women entered the
lab, Kim’s angry yelling ceased and became quiet pleadings. “That’s better.”
Debra said in response to the more gentle tones emanating from the girl. Yet
the calmer pleadings were just as ignored as the previous yelling was. Debra
began to set up tripods in various places around the room, as Evelyn busied
herself at the medical table. Kim observed that Evelyn had a lab coat on, but
flashes of the coat opening showed she was naked underneath. For some reason
this was especially disturbing to Kim. Evelyn reached for a bottle of powder
with a label marked “Hyoscine hydrobromide (Scopolamine)”.
Evelyn had become interested
in the so-called zombie drugs after she had watched a silly movie as a teenager
by Wes Craven titled “The Serpent and the Rainbow”. This film was loosely based
on the book, a flawed study of the zombie rituals and medicines of Haiti,
authored by Wade Davis. While much of the work was suspect, one primary truth
that rose to the public consciousness was the effects of the drug Scopolamine.
The Mother of all Date
Rape Drugs, Scopolamine was a fundamental part of the zombie legend. It
rendered the victim absolutely receptive and vulnerable to complete control.
From the instant the drug was given, anterograde amnesia occurred. Unlike other
date rape drugs, the memories could not be retrieved, even under hypnosis.
A version of the drug called
Burundanga was currently being used by criminals in Columbia, given to victims
that are then instructed to do the bidding of the provider. One ingenious
example was of three young Bogota women who smeared the drug on their breasts,
and lured men to lick them. The women then held the men hostage for days as
they drained their bank accounts.
Evelyn had studied
Scopolamine, but wanted to find a longer lasting substitute as her tests with
the drug showed that the effects only lasted twenty-four to forty-eight hours.
Plus, the subjects she had experimented on were necessarily willing…she wanted
to see the effects on someone who would never consent to her wishes. Several
different variations would be tested on Kim, starting with a straight dose of
seven milligrams of pure pharmaceutical Scopolamine.
The hallucinations that
accompanied such a large dose of the drug also had the effect of making the
victim believe whatever they were told. Unlike hallucinations on other drugs
like LSD or pot, these visions are absolutely believable to the prey…the victim
knows these visions are real. Debra and Kim had played a bit with this
on some of the other subjects, but with Kim they were determined to push it as
far as they could.
While Evelyn wouldn’t smear the drug on her
breasts, a wickedly symbolic way of administering it had been agreed upon by
her and Debra. Short of injection, dissolving the powder in liquid was the
surest and fastest way of getting the body to absorb the complete dose. And, of
course, being the sadists the two women were, no normally acceptable liquid
would do.
The two women took turns
squatting over a bucket and empting their bladders. While Kim couldn’t see what
the women were up to, she could make out from the sounds that they were
urinating. First Debra as Kim heard her say “I don’t have much, I just went.” A
small but loud stream hit the inside of the bucket and was amplified by the
empty metal shape. As Evelyn took her turn it sounded as if a water faucet had
been turned on and would never quit. “That’s not fair!” Debra protested. “You
have about five times more in there than I do!”
“You need to have more
control.” Evelyn shot back. The urine mix was then poured into a glass where a
cup full of the warm yellow liquid was measured out. “Don’t dump the rest out
Evelyn” Debra spoke as she handed the bottle of powder to her companion. “Let’s
make her drink it once she’s under. We’ll tell her it’s Champagne!”
Kim, feeling dread wash over
her like a wave, was hoping against hope that she heard this wrong, but she
knew in her heart she didn’t. The thought alone made her gag. What kind of
nightmare was she in? Could this all be some sick joke? The pain in her pussy
told her otherwise. What did Debra mean by “once she’s under”? Were they
going to put her under to operate on her? While she desperately wanted the
answers to these questions, Kim was afraid to ask. Maybe the ignorance, while
not being bliss, was better than the knowledge.
Evelyn did not want Kim to hear
a suggestion in any way as to what was going to happen. This could skew the
results, and while making the victim believe they were going to become a zombie
was part of the process in Haiti, Evelyn wanted the results of the pure drug
with no pre-suggestion. She may have blurted something out while she was
cumming on Kim’s face, but she was certain Kim couldn’t possibly know.
“I’m ready when you are
Debra.” Evelyn spoke as she walked up to Kim stirring the terrible mixture.
Debra soon joined her companion standing over Kim. She had a large funnel in
her hand, and attempted to force it into Kim’s mouth… but Kim held her teeth
clenched tightly shut. A simple hard pinch to Kim’s nose loosened her jaw and
allowed Debra enough room to cram the funnel in. Duct tape was then wrapped
around the funnel and Kim’s mouth ensuring a tight seal with nowhere for liquid
to escape. Kim struggled strenuously, but to no avail. “Let’s record the time
Debra.” Evelyn spoke as she steadied Kim’s shaking head. Debra quickly jotted
down the time then resumed her tight grip on Kim.
Kim was screaming as much as
she could through the funnel now, which ended up sounding comical to the two
evil women. “Now Kim, you better settle down and get a grip. If you start
choking or gagging you might end up clogging your airway. If you don’t drink
this we’ll put something much worse in your mouth, it’s up to you.” Evelyn
began to pour the drug laced piss into the funnel. “Down the hatch!” Debra
giggled.
The pungent salty liquid
began to fill in the back of Kim’s throat, and Debra pinched Kim’s nose so that
the only way to breathe was to open her throat and let it down. Kim held off as
long as she could but was finally betrayed by her aching lungs. With her nose
pinched, Kim wasn’t really able to taste the urine as fully as she normally
would, and she was fighting more with the concept than the reality of the
taste. Evelyn kept pouring a steady stream of the liquid in until the glass was
empty. She shook in the last drops more as a final insult than an effort to
ensure that all was consumed. “There! That wasn’t so bad was it?” Evelyn said
in a singsong voice as if she was talking to a child.
Kim’s coughs were so forceful
that they almost blew the funnel and tape away from her mouth before Debra had
a chance to remove them. “What did you give me?” Kim screamed at the women.
“None of your business!” Debra shot back. “You signed up to be a test subject
and we are testing on you! Besides, it would ruin all the fun!”
It was hard for Kim to keep
from vomiting, but she thought things would be made worse if she did. The two
women had temporarily moved away from her and were discussing something in
hushed tones. After several minutes they returned and Debra jotted down some
notes as Evelyn described some of her observations of Kim’s outward condition.
Unpleasant effects were now
creeping up on Kim, and Evelyn was carefully observing the discomfort. “Blind
as a bat, mad as a hatter, red as a beet, hot as a hare, dry as a bone, the
bowel and bladder lose their tone, and the heart runs alone, right Alice?” Evelyn
whispered into Kim’s ear and gave it a little lick. This was a mnemonic
describing the effects of Scopolamine poisoning and even had a name: “The
Alice in Wonderland effect”.
The two Cheshire Cats were smiling down at Kim/Alice, one now with a camera
taking pictures of her dilated eyes. Tumbling down the dark rabbit hole, she
fell and fell, the cats chasing after her while snapping pictures and laughing.
It was hard to breathe; it seemed the air was thick and sticky, like trying to
breathe in syrup. Was there any oxygen down here? Panic set in. She would do
anything to get back up to the surface…anything.
She would do anything.
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