The Institute Chapter 8

“Reset Protocol”

CONTENT WARNING ( NSFW 18+ medical device bondage, non consensual themes)

Days, weeks, even months had gone by as Subject 37 continued to evolve into a Domme.

She stood naked and unbound in the center of the room. Glistening cock hanging. Waiting for the next hole to break.

No restraints.

No orders.

Just silence. Expectation.

Spine tall, chin lifted, legs slightly parted, she didn’t look like a submissive subject anymore.

She looked like a threat.

Behind the one-way glass, Dr. Tess narrowed her eyes.

“Look at her posture,” she muttered. “I think it’s time to pull back the veil. She’s dangerous. She’s broken more subjects than anyone I’ve ever seen and continuing to get stronger.”

“She’s nearing the end of her year,” Dr. Hannah replied.

“That’s why it ends today,” Dr. Tess said. “We reset her.”

Dr. Tess stepped into the room with deliberate calm, heels echoing against the floor.

Subject 37 didn’t move.

Dr. Tess stopped just inches away, studying her. “You’ve forgotten where you came from.”

No answer.

Dr. Tess pulled off her coat, letting it fall behind her. Her tailored slacks unzipped smoothly. The bulge beneath them pressed forward.  Long, thick, veined. A cock that pulsed with authority.

She stepped closer, letting the tip push against 37’s stomach.

“Your dominance against helpless subjects is strong,” the doctor barked. “But today, a lesson in memory.”

A long pause.

Dr. Tess continued, “Subject 37, get on your knees and open your mouth.”

The subject didn’t flinch. She was confused. Not the same naive girl that walked in those cold doors ten months ago.

Dr. Tess took a note and then stood there…Waiting.

Subject 37’s facial expression never changed. She never took her glaring eyes off the doctor, but she dropped to her knees.

Her lips parted.

Slowly, she let Dr. Tess slide into her mouth.

No softness. No ceremony. Just duty.

She took the first few inches with ease, hollowing her cheeks around the head, coating it in warmth.

Dr. Tess exhaled. “Deeper.”

37 obeyed. Her jaw ached, but she kept going, inch by inch, until the doctor hit the back of her throat.

“Good,” Dr. Tess murmured, gripping her hair. “Show me you still know how to serve.”

She began thrusting gently at first, feeding herself into 37’s mouth like it belonged to her.

Because it did.

With each stroke, she went deeper. Harder.

Her balls slapped lightly against 37’s chin. Saliva spilled from her lips.

“You’re not a dominant,” the evil doctor said, voice low, breathless. “You’re a hole. A tool. That’s all you’ve ever been.”

She fucked her face now, slow and brutal. Purposeful.

37’s throat gagged but adjusted, molding around her length with each thrust. She made no sound, just shallow breaths through her nose, her eyes locked on Dr. Tess’s stomach.

Dr. Tess grunted as she came, driving deep into 37’s throat and holding her there.

Thick pulses of cum spilled directly into her stomach.

Only when she was drained did she pull out, strings of spit and semen clinging to the tip.

She smiled coldly.

“You can still suck cock,” Dr. Tess said, wiping herself on 37’s face. “That’s good. Because now…”

She turned to the wall panel and pressed a code.

The restraints dropped from the ceiling.

“…Perhaps I’ll give you to our male subjects?”

The cuffs slammed shut around 37’s wrists and ankles before pulling her into a standing position, limbs splayed out.

In seconds, her body was stretched wide, suspended just above the floor.

Dr. Tess walked a slow circle around her, her voice steady, almost clinical.

“The dominance arc was never yours. It was a manipulation. An experiment. And it’s over.”

She stepped in close, palm resting on 37’s ribs.

“You don’t graduate. You don’t transform. You submit.”

From behind the glass, Dr. Hannah didn’t move. Something about this was making her question her duty.

Her hand was now resting on the override key.

Watching.

Feeling something she shouldn’t.

Not yet.

Not yet.

The restraints pulled Subject 37 uncomfortably taut. Arms stretched above her head, legs parted wide, toes barely grazing the cold floor.

Dr. Tess circled again, her eyes drifting down.

Subject 37’s cock was fully erect, heavy, flushed, and trembling in the cool air. It betrayed her. Throbbing with need. Sensitive from prior sessions. Too responsive.

Dr. Tess chuckled. “Still hard?”

She tapped it once with the tip of the cane. Just a flick.

37 winced.

Another flick. This time against the underside of the shaft.

A pulse jumped through her hips.

“You think you were in control?” Dr. Tess sneered. “Look at this thing. Hard from pain. Hard from being used. You’re already feeling small again.”

She didn’t wait for an answer.

She grabbed the base of 37’s cock and wrapped a leather strap tight. A makeshift cock ring to trap the blood and keep it pulsing.

“Let’s see how much you can take before you beg.”

From the tray, she pulled the wand, chrome and humming.

Dr. Tess pressed it directly to her cockhead.

The reaction was instant.

37 threw her head back, a strangled moan bursting out of her throat.

Her hips jolted forward, helpless.

“Oh,” Dr. Tess whispered mockingly. “There it is. That helpless twitch. That little spasm that says: please ruin me.”

She applied pressure to the underside of the head.

Slow circles, occasionally stroking. Cruel precision.

37 squirmed in the restraints.

Her cock jerked uncontrollably, leaking, desperate to release, but bound too tight to finish.

Dr. Tess leaned in, her breath hot against her ear.

“I’ll bring you right to the edge.”

The wand buzzed harder.

“And then leave you there.”

And she did.

Five times.

Six.

Her cock grew redder, more swollen with each denial. The trapped pressure building until her balls ached, her entire body trembling with frustration and confusion. Humiliation.

Dr. Tess paused between each wave, whispering:

“Say it. Say you’re a toy.”

37 gasped, spit pooling at the edge of her lips, eyes wet but not broken.

So the doctor added more.

Electro-stim pads: two to her thighs, two just below her cock, one on the perineum.

She flipped the switch.

The jolt was light at first. A pulse. Enough to make her back arch.

Then stronger.

Her body seized in place, hips jerking violently as the stim pushed her to a new kind of edge, deeper, mechanical, unrelenting.

The orgasm that finally hit her wasn’t release. It was extraction.

She didn’t even feel it at first, just the convulsion, the guttural moan, the ropes of cum spilling out of her against her will.

Dr. Tess didn’t even let up.

She held the wand to her cock after still simultaneously stroking her..

Another jolt from the stim pads.

The overstimulation made her scream raw, cracked, her whole body thrashing.

And still, her cock tried to stay hard.

Still, it twitched.

Still, it wanted.

Dr. Tess turned off the stim. Finally. Stepped back.

Subject 37 sagged in the restraints, cum dripping down her thighs, twitching, sobbing, not from weakness.

From betrayal.

Her body had obeyed.

And Dr. Tess had proven her point.

“You’re not a dominant,” Dr. Tess said coldly. “You’re a cocksleeve with a superiority complex.”

A sharp click echoed in the room as the stimulation ceased.

37 sagged in the restraints twitching, shuddering, leaking onto the floor.

The silence that followed wasn’t relief.

It was the stillness before something breaks.

Behind the mirrored glass, Dr. Hannah’s knuckles had gone white around the override key. Her eyes didn’t blink. Her breath held in her chest.

Dr. Tess turned slightly toward the observation glass, smirking to no one.

That’s when the door opened.

And Dr. Hannah stepped inside.

She stood there.

Not as a doctor.

As a woman in love with something she was never meant to love.

“Enough,” she said.

Her voice didn’t tremble.

Not anymore.

Dr. Tess’s voice cut the air like a scalpel.

“Get the sound.”

Dr. Hannah froze. Just for a breath.

Then turned to the tray.

There it was: long, gleaming, stainless steel. Designed not for gentle play, but for conditioning. Control.

Subject 37’s eyes widened.

“No,” she whispered, her voice barely there. “Please… not that again.”

Dr. Tess didn’t look at her. “Insert it fully. Slowly. Make sure she feels every millimeter.”

Dr. Hannah picked up the sound, her gloved fingers trembling.

She stepped between 37’s spread legs, her cock still twitching from earlier, her body still leaking from forced orgasm. She was a wreck, and now the tool hovered just above the slit of her cock.

37 looked up, meeting Dr. Hannah’s eyes.

“Don’t,” she begged, voice breaking. “Not you.”

Dr. Hannah didn’t speak.

She braced one hand on 37’s shaft, holding it steady. The other lowered the steel rod, placing the rounded tip at the opening.

37’s entire body tensed.

Then, slowly, cruelly, the sound began to slide in.

Her jaw dropped open in a wordless cry.

It stretched her from within. Cold metal pressing into her urethra, inch by inch, forcing submission in a way that bypassed all thought.

Her hips jerked, but Dr. Hannah’s hand kept her pinned.

“Halfway in,” Dr. Hannah said with forced cruelty.

Then more.

Her cock pulsed around it throbbing, helplessly, sensitive in ways it had never been meant to endure.

When it was finally buried deep, when 37 could barely breathe, Dr. Hannah let go.

“She’s ready,” she said, voice blank.

Dr. Tess nodded. “Now fuck her.”

Hannah moved behind her again.

Pulled her to all fours.

Her lab coat fell open and she cock pressed against 37’s ass, slick with anticipation.

Dr. Tess moved behind the observation glass and commanded over the intercom, “No lube.”

Dr. Hannah stared blankly for a second, then nodded her head and grabbed the subject’s hips.

The entry was brutal.

37 cried out, the double invasion making her vision blur, burning in her ass while steel pulsed inside her cock. The sound throbbed with every movement, jostling deeper with each thrust.

It was madness.

Her body fought it, then submitted.

“Why?” she choked. “Why are you doing this?”

Dr. Hannah fucked her harder.

Then leaned down and whispered:

“Because I love you.”

37 gasped.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Hannah whispered again. “They’re still watching. It’s the only way they won’t know. But I’m going to get you out.”

Her thrusts slowed deeper now, dragging against raw, violated flesh.

“You don’t deserve this,” she breathed. “You were never just a subject from the first time I saw you.”

Another thrust.

“I see you. Not the version they made. You.”

Behind the mirrored glass, Dr. Tess watched in silence.

But Dr. Hannah’s attention was only on the broken woman trembling beneath her, cock filled with steel, ass filled with love twisted into pain.

And still… still 37 whispered, “Yes.”

“I want to leave with you.”

Hannah buried herself one final time.

And came.

Silently.

Shaking.

Inside the one thing she was never supposed to want.

37 lay shuddering, cock still full of steel, ass raw and leaking. Dr. Hannah’s cum provided a natural merciful lube.

Then 37’s voice broke through the stillness, shaky, wrecked.

“When?”

A pause.

Dr. Hannah’s hands stilled on her hips.

“Soon,” she whispered. “But we have to sell it.”

37 tilted her head, still gasping from the strain.

Dr. Hannah leaned over her, brushing her lips at her temple just out of Dr. Tess’s view.

“Trust me,” she breathed. “Just… go with it.”

Then Dr. Hannah flipped her.

In one motion, she grabbed 37 by the thighs laying her onto her back exposing her completely. Cock still erect, sounding rod still lodged deep. Cum still smeared on her face, her lips parted in shock.

And then, a hard slap across her face.

The sound cracked through the room.

37’s eyes widened. Her chest heaved.

But then… her lips curled into a crooked smile.

“Well,” she rasped, “if we’re going to put on a show…”

She rolled her shoulders back, spreading her legs wider, thrusting her hips upward just enough to make the sound in her cock jostle.

“…we might as well have some fun with it.”

Dr. Hannah’s expression hardened…on the surface.

Inside, she burned.

She grabbed 37’s cock tight, just above the root and twisted it lightly around the steel buried inside. Her other hand grabbed her throat and squeezed.

37 cried out sharp, dramatic, but her eyes never left Dr. Hannah’s.

“Beg,” Dr. Hannah growled, loud enough for Dr. Tess to hear.

37 moaned, voice trembling.

“Please,” she gasped. “Use me. Break me. I’m yours.”

She lifted her hips higher.

“Make me cum with this thing inside me. Make me scream.”

Dr. Hannah stepped began to stroke her roughly, forcing the sound to move, pressure shifting deep inside her cock with every jerk while she fucked her ass without mercy

“Louder,” she hissed.

37 arched.

“Please! I’m nothing! Just a hole. Fuck me! Hurt me. Make me your whore!”

Dr. Tess’s voice crackled over the speaker.

“Satisfactory.”

Data points scrolled behind the glass. Neural spikes. Vascular response. Hormonal flood.

Dr. Tess leaned back, satisfied.

But in the room, between them, something else was happening.

Dr. Hannah leaned in again, voice quiet, but her movements still brutal.

“We’ll make them believe it.”

She twisted the sound a half-inch deeper.

37 shuddered violently.

“Until we make our move.”

Dr. Hannah didn’t slow.

She stroked 37’s cock with cruel precision, the thick sound pumping with each motion gliding inside her urethra, dragging against nerves that weren’t meant to feel this much.

37’s hands clawed at the padded floor, legs splayed wide, her body betraying her again. The pain was white-hot, but the pressure, oh god, the pressure was overwhelming.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

Her voice was ragged.

Her cock twitched violently, the base tightening under Hannah’s grip, her thighs trembling.

“You’re going to cum from this,” Dr. Hannah said, loud, sharp, clinical. “From being stretched open and filled like a fuckdoll.”

37 arched her back off the table, mouth open in a silent scream.

And then…

She came.

Explosively.

Jet after jet of cum spurted from her, around the sound still inside her, making her twitch and sob as the orgasm hit in waves.

The overstimulation was unbearable. So much pain, so much release. Her cock spasmed, her entire body convulsing as her moan echoed off the steel walls.

The puddle on her belly grew.

Dr. Hannah kept stroking until the last drop was forced out.

And then she stopped.

She leaned in and spit in 37’s mouth before slapping her again. Then again on the other cheek.

Behind the glass, Dr. Tess watched without blinking.

She sat straight in her chair, gloved fingers steepled under her chin.

Dr. Hannah slowly pulled the sound out of her. Before she could get out the words, “Clean it,” 37 opened her mouth and suckled the device as the two’s eyes held a powerful gaze.

The beautiful doctor left her lying in her own cum. She looked up at Dr. Tess through the glass as two men came in and lifted 37 onto a gurney before wheeling her away.

Over the intercom came the cold words, “Leave her in the edging chamber for the night.” Dr. Tess was apathetic in her tone.

37’s eyes gazed at Dr. Hannah one last time as the steal doors hissed shut.