{Private} (UHCM and Nitrogen) Subjected and Objected: A Letty in Captivity

Sat Apr 05, 2014 12:18 pm

>SYSTEM ONLINE
>>BOOTING . . .
>>ACQUIRING BOOTING PROCEDURE . . .
>>BOOTING PROCEDURE ACQUIRED . . .
>>PROCESSING BOOTING PROCEDURE . . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
>>PROCESSING COMPLETE
>>WELCOME ADMINISTRATOR
>>>APPLY PASSWORD
>>>>*********
>>>>>PASSWORD APPROVED
>CURRENT TIME
>>6:00AM - 3/28/2414
>SUBJECT
>>1083 - PENDRAGON - FEMALE
>SIGNIFICANCE
>>BEARER OF LEGACY: PENDRAGON
>NOTABLE RELATION
>>KING ARTHUR OF CAMELOT
>DATE OF ACQUISITION
>>3/27/2414
>LOCATION OF ACQUISITION
>>HELL'S ENGLAND - PENDRAGON GROVE
>PRIORITY LEVEL
>>A (IMPORTANT UNTIL MATERIAL IS ACQUIRED)
>MATERIAL OF IMPORTANCE
>>ESSENCE OF RULER
>RECOMMENDED PROCEDURE
>>LEGACY EXAMINATION AND EXTRACTION
>>>PROCESSING . . .
>>>PROCEDURE ACQUIRED . . .
>>>CREDENTIALS ACQUIRED . . .
>>>WAKING SUBJECT 1083 . . .

**** Do not worry, it will stop itself. After four seconds.

It was sudden and the blaring of the wake-up call was so disruptive that for it to be brief makes anyone wonder how much they could take another second of that poor pornography of music. Subject Ten-Eighty-Three was currently laying down on a suspended cot inside a tiled cell which if she can count the tiles, the room would be seven-by-seven-by-seven feet (a square room measured seven feet either way.) Given to the subject's size, it is plenty of room when standing, but still could be claustrophobic. Her red dress was replaced with a nurse's scrub uniform in reflective, neon green to drastically contrast the steel-like tiles. The worse was the absence of her provisions, gears, and her sword. What lights up her cell was the lights illuminating the room outside her cell as it is apparent that what keeps her from going out was a wall of transparent, yellow gel that seems to hardly give any light. After a second of Subject's waking, a white light flickers on inside the cell as a monotone, masculine tone sounds off...

>ACQUIRING SCRIPT . . .
>MORNING SCRIPT ACQUIRED.
>>GOOD MORNING, SUBJECT 1083!
>>I AM D.I.O.U., THE DIGITAL INDUSTRIAL OBSERVATION UNIT.
>>YOU HAVE GAINED 10 POUNDS LAST TIME I STUDIED.
>>WE CAN FIX THIS BY SECTOR D'S COMPLIMENTARY LIPOSUCTION OR GYM.
>>SORRY. GYM IS CURRENTLY UNDER REPAIR BECAUSE OF A 40 KILOPOUND WRATHHOUND.
>>BEFORE YOU ASK, EACH TILE IS AN INDIVIDUAL SCALE TO DETECT WEIGHT.
>>DURING LOCKDOWN, EACH TILE CAN TRIGGER OUR AUTOMATED SEDUCING TURRETS WITH LIVE ROUNDS.
>>WE DO HOPE YOU DON'T THINK ABOUT OFFING YOURSELF WITH THE TURRETS BECAUSE LOCKDOWN IS ONLY TRIGGERED BY D.I.O.U.
>>OH WAIT, THAT IS ME.
>>HA . . .
>>HA . . .
>>HA . . .
>>READY FOR SCIENCE?
>>>SAY YES TO ENTHUSIASTICALLY DERIVE PLEASURE FROM BEING A TEST SUBJECT.
>>>SAY NO TO SEDUCTIVELY REVEAL YOUR SECRET SEX PLEASURE OF BEING EXPERIMENTED ON.
>>>SAY WALLAWALLABINGBAT TO ANNOUNCE YOUR FUTILE ATTEMPT TO REBEL AGAINST THESE CHOICES.

Sun Apr 13, 2014 3:36 pm

{Private} (UHCM and Nitrogen) Subjected and Objected: A Letty in Captivity PDwPfGc

Letty did not awaken from the noise. Being a heavy sleeper, she simply shifted in the bed and slept through all of the machine's questions. The light's went out once more, and the sounds stopped. Perhaps they had left her be. It would be an hour before she awoke on her own, unaware of her surroundings as she stepped down and walked to the door to leave, thinking it was her own room. The door did not slide open as her's normally would have, and it was with a violent smack that she became just a bit more of her white surroundings.

Having feel to the floor and onto her butt, Letty yelped and began to rub it softly. Her eyes trained in on her white walled room as the voice cracked in again. Her brain half asleep, all she mumbled was an unintelligent "What?" Seeing no way out other than the door, Letty carried herself back into the bed. Her head was burning from a headache, and she could not see straight without glasses. Her hands found her bed and her body gently fell back onto it. It was the she would notice her clothes. They were not scrubs. this was a nurse uniform out of some hentai!

"You bastard! Where are my clothes?!" Her head screamed in pain after her shout, her head injury from her fight seemingly have been doctored with a quick touch to her forehead. Finding bandages, Letty decided to leave them alone before inspecting the rest of her body. Her left arm hosted a a full spin of white bandages and she swiftly wondered if she had broken her arm. A quick motion deduced this was not the case. Instead, her arms covered her chest and tried to pull the skirt out a bit more.

"God dam it.... what perverted bastard dressed me like this?! Where am I...!?"

(That was entertaining)

Wed Apr 16, 2014 5:39 pm

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>PROCESSING REQUEST BY SUBJECT 1083. . .
>>PROCESS IS COMPLETE.
>CALIBRATING RESPONSE. . .
>>SUBJECT 1083. WOULD YOU PREFER YOUR NON-DIGITAL ATTIRE?
>>I HAPPEN TO BE THAT {QUOTE-ON-QUOTE} PERVERTED BASTARD {END QUOTE} WHO DRESSED YOU THAT WAY WITH DIGITAL CLOTHING.
>>YOU MAY FIND YOUR REAL OUTFIT CONCEALED BY THAT DIGITAL OUTFIT.
>>AS FOR WHERE YOU ARE, YOU ARE IN SECTOR D RESEARCH FACILITY IN PLANET MARS.
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>>THAT IS A JOKE.
>RECITING MORNING SCRIPT. . .
>>GOOD MORNING, SUBJECT 1083!
>>I AM D.I.O.U., THE DIGITAL INDUSTRIAL OBSERVATION UNIT.
>>YOU HAVE GAINED 10 POUNDS LAST TIME I STUDIED.
>>WE CAN FIX THIS BY SECTOR D'S COMPLIMENTARY LIPOSUCTION OR GYM.
>>SORRY. GYM IS CURRENTLY UNDER REPAIR BECAUSE OF A 40 KILOPOUND WRATHHOUND.
>>BEFORE YOU ASK, EACH TILE IS AN INDIVIDUAL SCALE TO DETECT WEIGHT.
>>DURING LOCKDOWN, EACH TILE CAN TRIGGER OUR AUTOMATED SEDUCING TURRETS WITH LIVE ROUNDS.
>>WE DO HOPE YOU DON'T THINK ABOUT OFFING YOURSELF WITH THE TURRETS BECAUSE LOCKDOWN IS ONLY TRIGGERED BY D.I.O.U.
>>OH WAIT, THAT IS ME.
>>HA . . .
>>HA . . .
>>HA . . .
>>READY FOR SCIENCE?
>>>SAY YES TO ENTHUSIASTICALLY DERIVE PLEASURE FROM BEING A TEST SUBJECT.
>>>SAY NO TO SEDUCTIVELY REVEAL YOUR SECRET SEX PLEASURE OF BEING EXPERIMENTED ON.
>>>SAY WALLAWALLABINGBAT TO ANNOUNCE YOUR FUTILE ATTEMPT TO REBEL AGAINST THESE CHOICES.

Fri Apr 25, 2014 12:02 am

"Can we do something else? Like let me go, since I don't need to be experimented on? Incase of nothing else, could you explain the option of 'Yes'? Incase of all failures, yes." Letty's question sat for a moment, a sigh escaping her lips. While most consider her not very patient or serious, in the right circumstances, she could always be serious. This, being one of those times. Now, normally this was not a great thing. Actually, it never was.

What to do...

(UHCM, could you decrease the size of your post's borders? They're making the page stretch off my screen! XD)

Sat Apr 26, 2014 3:30 pm

>PROCESSING ANSWER
>>PROCESSING . . .
>>ANSWER PROCESSED
>>>FILE CORRUPTION DETECTED
>>>>INFECTED FILE DELETED
>PROCEEDING TO DEFAULT
>>SORRY, BUT I CANNOT LET YOU LEAVE
>>THERE IS A TOP PRIORITY MATERIAL
>>THAT MUST BE EXTRACTED FROM YOU
>>IT IS FOR YOUR SURVIVAL
>>IT CAN DO HARM TO YOU IF LEFT UNCHECKED
>>IF YOU VALUED YOUR WELLNESS,
>>THEN YOU SHOULD ALLOW US TO DO TESTS
>>AND FIND YOUR CURE
>>SINCE YOU SAID
>>{mimics Letty's voice}"WALLAWALLABINGBAT"{ends mimicry}
>>LETS BEGIN THE SERIES OF EXCITING AND AROUSING EXPERIMENTS!

Without warning, the nurse's uniform on Letty is digitally evaporated into mere data packets, revealing it to be an illusion made by a projector or something, but the white and black lingerie is real enough as they stayed on Letty's body. Before Letty, the force field that blocks her way out of the cell disappears as well.

>OPTICAL PROJECTION DEACTIVATED
>>SORRY, A GLITCH OCCURRED AND YOUR ATTIRE IS THE SOURCE
>NOW YOU SHOULD TAKE THE LEFT
>>AS THE RIGHT WILL LEAD YOU TO GRUESOME AND THRILLING DEATH
>>THE LEFT PATH LEADS YOU TO THE APPROPRIATE EXAMINATION ROOM
>>DO FOLLOW THE LIT LINE OF IRRESISTIBLE FLAVOR OF PLASTIC

A line of white lights up and creates a pathway out of the cell and toward the left end of Dormitory D-S as it was labeled, where a silvery door is visible. Should Letty approach it, it slides open on its own, revealing more of the white line. From there, there are no doors other than another silvery door that slides open on its own so Letty can enter the examination room. Should she stray, there is a chance that the computer would throw something at her to coerce her to obey it; what a sick sadistic droid that Letty is being bossed around by.

Tue Apr 29, 2014 5:02 am

On a scale of one to ten, the lingerie was appraised as ten for excellent taste. However, the bra portion was too small for her chest, and her hands swiftly ripped it off then covered her with the length of her arm. Giving an unamused glare of the Saber to no one in particular, Letty irritatedly sighed at the 'experiments' mention again. By no means a masochist, Letty really didn't want to continue. None the less, with a sigh she began her trek into the hallway, ignoring the voice completely and just following the lit up tiles. Reaching a door, it slides open and reveals a continued lightbright journey. Stopped for a moment, she irritatedly shout and kicks the sliding door now behind her and close before continuing on.

Sat May 03, 2014 10:07 am

Hey, UHCM? Would you rather redo this in a different way, or continue? I feel both options would work, so just PM me on site?

Wed May 07, 2014 7:07 am

Lets end this because it is not working (the style I'm experimenting with.)

Letty was let free five days later due to disclosed means, but many things have happened during the run-in with a sadistic computer and unknown perpetrator who may have led the capture in the first place.

[THREAD CLOSED]