Calibration Assistant

Cassandra Goldstein strolled across the manicured lawn of Acme Products and Services heading for the glass enshrined entrance. The facility was huge and Cassie was glad that this was her second trip to the massive complex. The first time she had dared breach the barbed wire and chain link fence, albeit through the front gate, a security guard had given her directions to the facility’s human resources department. She had still gotten lost. The interview had gone well and she’d left feeling confident. Getting called back for a second interview was even better, with familiarity giving her a better sense of confidence. Cassie smiled. Evidently that confidence had translated over into an interview.

When she had gotten the call from Rosa Lopez, Assistant Director of Human Resources, Cassie practically jumped for joy. Just out of college, jobs had been scarce due to the economy and the market was flooded with college degreed professionals. She had applied to nearly thirty different businesses and only interviewed at two. Acme was the second, and they had actually called her back! Ruefully, Cassie admitted to herself that majoring in political science and only getting a minor in business administration had been a mistake.

Cassie paused before entering, using the reflective glass surface of the main entrance to check her appearance. At twenty three she was in the full flower of her beauty. Strawberry blonde curls with completely natural streaks of auburn cascaded down the sides of her head all the way to her shoulders. A light complexion, tanned by sunlight into a soft glow, colored a well proportioned body. She was neither thin nor fat, sporting a flat stomach, wide hips, and long legs that seemed shapely and toned without being rippled with musculature. To be honest, Cassie was neither athletic, nor model thin. She considered herself to be the “girl next door” type, appealing to the classic “peek over the fence” crowd. Men, had they been asked, would have said she was exactly the right amount of cute.

Her hands smoothed down the dress she was wearing.  It wasn’t sexually suggestive, instead using bold blues and a more conservative cut to send a statement. Cassie wanted this job.  She had applied to be an administrative assistant and with bills coming due, she needed the work.  She had thought about wearing a business suit, but she didn’t want to look over-qualified either.  Besides, it would have meant buying one, which would have driven her credit cards even further into the red.

Everything looked as if it was in place and she opened the door to the building, stepping inside the air conditioned entry. Almost immediately her nose wrinkled at the slight antiseptic scent that permeated the facility, a smell she knew she would have to get used to quickly if she was going to work at Acme. She turned right toward another glass lined series of offices, heading directly for the door she had found her previous two visits. A small placard to the side of the glass read “Human Resources” and Cassie entered the office.

A few small potted plants sat between the typical office waiting room furniture; a comfortable yet relatively cheap couch, a heavy but functional side table, and even a few thickly padded armchairs were arranged neatly around the room. A small and somewhat beaten up coffee table sat in the center of the sitting area, covered with magazines and brochures, many of them sporting products made by Acme. To be honest, it was one of the main reasons Cassie wanted to work for Acme. They made practically everything, a giant of a corporation with offices and manufacturing plants spread out all over the country. If she could just get in, she could slowly move up. There were lots of opportunities available.

Cassie bypassed the sitting area and stepped right up to the receptionist. A quick glance at the clock behind the older lady’s head told her she was about five minutes early for her appointment, which in her mind was exactly right. If she arrived before that, it demonstrated an inability to manage her time. Late meant she didn’t care enough to be punctual. Cassie politely informed the receptionist she was here to meet with Rosa Lopez and was directed to have a seat. Cassie found herself slowly looking through a few of the magazines.

“Ugggh.” She said out loud as she tossed one of the news magazines aside. A dramatic and somewhat disturbing picture of an execution chair was splayed across the cover along with the title “Inside America’s new FOES Program, Page 21.” Cassie shuddered. Ever since the Court had ruled in favor of the new standards for capital punishment, not to mention expanding on the list of laws that were now capital crimes, states all over the country were installing the new equipment. Worse, executions were now being shown on television. Granted, those wanting to watch had to pay a fee, but in Cassie’s mind it was still monstrous. Cassie had only watched one, out of morbid curiosity, and then ran for the bathroom near the end, where she had promptly thrown up. With a look of disgust she pushed the magazine under the rest of the stack and buried herself in a somewhat tamer if less sexualized, Cosmopolitan.  

“Ms. Goldstein?” a voice said suddenly, bringing Cassandra out of her focused reading.  She glanced up and saw Rosa Lopez standing in the doorway with a smile. Cassie had already met Lopez on one of her previous visits, spending almost an hour with her answering questions and trying not to appear stupid or inexperienced. Cassie stood up with a smile. Evidently she had impressed Ms. Lopez.

“Hello, Ms. Lopez.” Cassie replied, walking up to the woman. Rosa Lopez stood several inches taller than Cassandra, and would have done so even had she not been wearing high heels.  Her slightly angular face was a reminder of the Spanish blood inherited from the rape of her Aztec ancestors by the Conquistadors. Her lustrous dark hair flowed in stylish curls. A dark gray business skirt and a white blouse made the Hispanic woman’s appearance very elegant, yet professional. Cassie suspected a matching jacket was draped around Ms. Lopez’s office chair.

“Ms. Goldstein, it’s good to see you again. Why don’t you come back to my office?” Lopez said, holding open an inner office door, allowing Cassie to enter one of the back hallways.  

Cassie knew where she was going this time so she led the way, all while trying to keep close to Ms. Lopez. She turned in at the appropriate spot and saw the matching jacket to Lopez’s skirt draped over the back of the office chair. Cassie smiled and sat down in one of the two chairs opposite the desk. Lopez swung around the cluttered workspace and sat down as well.

Lopez pulled out a manila file folder that had Cassie’s name written on it and flipped it open. “Well, Ms. Goldstein, I want to tell you that I was very impressed with your resume and interview demeanor last time we met. You seem to be a very knowledgeable young lady with a bright future ahead of you.” Lopez said. Cassie glowed, a beaming smile across her face. She had suspected she was being called in either for a second interview or a job offer. She hoped she was right, especially if it was a job offer.

“Unfortunately, we are not able to offer you the position. There was another candidate who had a broader background.”

Cassie blinked, crestfallen. For a second, she felt a surge of anger. Why drag her in a second time, just to tell her she wasn’t hired?” She was about to say something to that effect when Ms. Lopez continued.

“You are undoubtedly wondering why I’ve asked you to come in again, especially since the position you applied for is no longer available.” 

Cassie nodded, glad she kept her mouth shut. She looked curiously at the recruiter and waited. 

Ms. Lopez smiled. “The fact of the matter is that we have a different position open that I personally think you would be perfect for. It’s not an administrative position though,”  Lopez said.

Cassie’s eyebrows arched with the development. Originally she had applied for what she considered the lowest degreed position in the company. Something higher definitely had its appeal, and as long as she wasn’t the janitor she could live with it. For a moment though she realized that with her current financial situation, even being a janitor might be enough.

“That’s interesting, Ms. Lopez. What’s the job?” Cassie asked politely and carefully.

Ms. Lopez smiled softly.  “Calibration Assistant.”

Cassie had no clue what that was. “I’m sorry. I’m not familiar with the position. It wasn’t advertised on your website.”

Lopez nodded understandably.  “That’s to be expected. We don’t advertise it, preferring to select candidates through a different process. Plus it’s a sensitive position. Right now we have an opening on the team and I couldn’t help thinking that you are perfect for the job.”

Cassie suddenly grinned. “Well thank you! What kind of duties does a calibration assistant perform?”

Lopez hesitated for a moment, as if she were about to broach a sensitive subject, or as if she were uncomfortable. “What do you know about the FOES program?”

With a somewhat shocked and confused expression Cassie looked at Lopez.  “The FOES program? You mean the new execution stuff?”

The nod from Lopez was confirmation enough. Cassie fought down her revulsion and the accompanying shudder. She didn’t understand what the FOES program had to do with the position of Calibration Assistant, but she didn’t want to screw up her chances for a job.

“To be honest, Ms. Lopez, not much. I mean, I’ve seen part of one of the executions,” she said with obvious distaste, “but I don’t really know much about it except that the list of capital crimes practically doubled two years ago.”

Rosa Lopez nodded. “Yes.  I know from your background check that you are an upstanding young lady who has never run afoul of the law. We approve. The reason I’m asking what you know about the FOES program is because Acme builds the equipment used in the… process.”

There was a very long silence as Cassie digested this new revelation. No doubt it wasn’t a public secret, but it was probably something that Acme didn’t go out of its way to publicize either. Known for making washing machines, refrigerators, coffee makers, and vacuum cleaners, not to mention the odd manufacturing plant robot or assembly line, Cassie realized that promoting their involvement with the FOES program probably wasn’t that good for business.

“I see.” Cassie replied, digesting this new information.

“You object?” Ms. Lopez asked.

Cassie bit her lip. “That’s a difficult question to answer, Ms. Lopez. I’m not a fan of the death penalty. In fact, I think it’s quite wrong from both a fiscal and moral standpoint. However it is the law of the land and I don’t really see a problem with Acme providing the equipment, since it is legal.” Cassie thought her response was a safe answer.

“Well said.” Ms. Lopez replied with a small smile. “I agree with you. I find the executions distasteful as well and do not watch them, despite their popularity with the general public. I find them demeaning as well. However, until we can change the law, we have to live with the way things are. And as far as Acme goes, this company is one of the few that have the necessary engineering and manufacturing capacity to fill the requirements set by the government.”

Cassie smiled, feeling a wave of relief, pleased she answered the question correctly.  

“What you may not know, especially since you said you’ve only seen one execution, is that Acme provides a wide variety of systems for the program. Ever since states started to recoup incarceration expenses by broadcasting the executions, there has been a demand for novel pieces of equipment. With that requirement, our engineers have created a variety of mechanisms for the program. Each one goes through a very strict design and construction process and is then tested, calibrated, and then retested.”

The strawberry blonde applicant looked confused. “I’m sorry, I still don’t understand.  Why are they tested so much?” Callie asked.

Lopez sighed. “Well part of the law states that a certain percentage of the condemned must survive the procedure. It increases the likelihood of a better performance, which of course generates additional revenue. Current mandates are set between five and ten percent. So as a result, we have to calibrate the equipment to those percentages.”

“And I’d be helping with that?” Cassie asked. It didn’t sound so bad.

Lopez nodded, again hesitating before her answer. “Yes you would, but the position is more complicated than that.”

Cassie just waited. Lopez seemed slightly uncomfortable.

“Basically, after a product is out of the design and construction phase, we have to test it to make sure it functions the way it was intended, and to determine what settings and adjustments we need to make in order for it to meet the law.” Lopez said quietly. “As a result, we have a special team of Calibration Assistants who test the equipment in order for us to determine its performance capabilities.”

Cassie still didn’t understand. “So they use special tools to test the equipment?”

Lopez actually looked somewhat uncomfortable. She shook her head. “Not exactly, Ms. Goldstein. You see, the calibration assistants are the tools used to test the equipment.”

The sudden silence as Cassie took this in was palpable and the color drained from her face.  “Y-you mean you kill them?” she whispered in horror.

Lopez looked startled. “Oh no! Nothing like that! My goodness! We would ourselves be guilty of capital crimes! Nothing like that!” She repeated forcefully. Cassie took a deep breath, still unable to control her trembling.

“Yes, it is true that the calibration assistants are placed on the various machines. But unlike the actual executions, a small electrical shock is used to simulate the ending. As you know, the whole point of the Female Orgasmic Execution System is to subject the condemned prisoner to a certain level of sexual torment during the execution process. We use actual women to test how a condemned prisoner will react to being subjected to the various sensations the machines inflict prior to the actual execution. We have around thirty calibration assistants.  Turnover is practically non-existent, and those few who have asked to be transferred, usually after two or three year in the position, found rewarding roles in other areas of the company. Usually in sales.”  

Lopez could see that Cassie was still terribly nervous about the whole concept.  “Look, would you like to take a tour? See what is actually going on? I can introduce you to our chief engineer on the project, and even let you meet and speak some of our Calibration Assistants.  Would you like that?”

Cassie just stared at Lopez, the very thought of what the woman was suggesting was almost beyond acceptance. The silence lengthened and then Rosa Lopez spoke again.

“It pays three times what the administrative assistance position earns.”

Three times…

For a second, Cassie considered just leaving, but finally she took a deep breath and looked up at Ms. Lopez.  

“All right.”

***

Rosa Lopez led Cassie out of the human resources department and outside into the bright sunshine. It felt warm and a little too cheerful to Cassie, who was still somewhat in shock from the revelations Lopez had given her in the Human Resources Office. Lopez walked over to one of several golf carts that sat in a line and quickly produced a small key. Cassie sat down next to the Hispanic woman and gripped the edges of the metal frame holding up the roof. To her surprise, the little cart had a lot of zip.

“Right now we’re housing the design and development program in Warehouse 32. It’s big enough to handle the various testing areas as well as provide offices for the staff.” Lopez said.  Cassie nodded dumbly as they sped off into the depths of the Acme Manufacturing facility.  

A multitude of turns later they pulled up in front of a building marked with a simple number: 32. Lopez parked the cart, extracted the key, and motioned Cassie to follow her up to the main door. Huge metal garage doors lined one side of the building, but both women approached a single glass door a bit further down.

Out of the glare of the morning sunlight, Cassie found herself in a well lit entry room. A security guard sat at a desk and looked up as Lopez and Cassandra entered.

“Morning,” the guard said as they entered. Lopez smiled and held up a picture ID emblazoned with the Acme logo.

“Can I get a visitor pass for Cassandra Goldstein please?” Lopez asked.

It took a few minutes and Cassandra was forced to hand over her driver’s license.  Eventually she was issued a badge on a lanyard which she dutifully hung over her head and Lopez nodded. Together they entered the facility. Every door they passed through was electronically locked and Lopez had to use her ID card to access the area.

“We take our security pretty seriously here. As a calibration assistant, you would be given full access.” Lopez commented as they walked down a long sterile looking hallway.

Finally, Lopez turned toward a door marked “Bullpen” and unlocked it with her proxy card. Cassandra stiffened slightly as they entered and she found herself in what looked like a drafting room. Bright work lamps were clipped to drafting desks and piles of schematics and diagrams were stacked on the large illuminated work table in the center of the room.

But what really drew her attention was the variety of pictures and drawings on the walls.  In Cassie’s mind, it was as if a triple-X-rated bondage film had been combined with an engineering school. There were hundreds of rough sketches, plans, and even some color photos of actual devices. But Cassie’s eyes were drawn to bound and naked bodies, of women stretched spread-eagled, hung upside down, folded, impaled, seeming to writhe in acute sexual torment. Her jaw dropped in shock as she struggled to mentally absorb what she was seeing.

In one corner of the room a man was hunched over one of the tables, slowly and methodically working. Lopez cleared her throat and he looked up. Cassie turned her attention away from the perverted wall postings and looked at the man. Huge spectacles covered his eyes, enlarging them to insect-like proportions. He gave them a startled look and then pulled the magnifying goggles off his face. 

“Good morning, Doctor Rawlins. How are you?” Lopez asked politely but with exaggerated patience. He gave her a small and slightly wicked smile, as if he were imagining what the HR director would look like naked.

“Not bad actually. We’re about ready to start testing on a few new Type Two devices today. We should be ready for production runs in about three months if the calibration goes smoothly,” he said, clearly pleased.

Lopez nodded appreciatively. “Excellent. Dr. Rawlins, this young lady is Cassandra Goldstein. We have offered her a position as a calibration assistant. She would like to know a little more about the program before making a decision to accept.”  

Cassie quivered just a bit as Dr. Rawlins turned his attention toward her. He didn’t just look at her. He leered, as if mentally undressing her.  “Well she’s certainly pretty enough,” he said. Cassie found the comment slightly in poor taste, especially considering the wall of bondage porn to her left. He pulled himself off the high stool he was sitting at and walked over, holding out his hand. Cassie took it and felt a weak squeeze..

“Dr. Rawlins is our chief engineer. He has doctorates in both electrical and mechanical engineering,” Ms. Lopez said.

Cassie nodded politely. “That’s a lot of work. You must have studied hard in college.”

Rawlins laughed. “I didn’t date much. Maybe that’s why I like this assignment.” He grinned and Cassie felt another wave of repulsion flow through her. He was still holding her hand and she pulled it back against his grip. A moment later he let go of Cassie’s hand.

“So you want to know more about the Female Orgasmic Execution System, huh?” he clapped his hands together and then pointed at the wall Cassie was trying to ignore. “Basically we design machines that sexually torment the condemned prisoner to the point of orgasm and when the bio-feedback sensor detects an orgasmic response it initiates a pre-programmed execution protocol.”

Cassie’s eyes had glazed over, even as she was trying not to look at the hundreds of pictures of bound women. “Excuse me?”

Rawlins paused, giving her an understanding look. “Ah. Okay. Women’s Studies major? Well, to put it bluntly, we design machines that kill a girl when she cums.”

Cassie swallowed hard. She had understood THAT statement.  

Rawlins held up a hand. “Look, Ms. Goldstein, all we are doing is providing a product.  The market is demanding it right now. Advertisers and sponsors are paying big bucks for new and exciting programs. The cost of our systems are negligible considering the amount of money the government is getting for doing things this way.”

It took Cassie a moment, but she nodded. “I understand. We don’t make the world, we just live in it” she said softly, feeling dirty.

Rawlins smiled again. “I’m glad you understand. Okay, so basically what happens in the process is we engineers come up with an idea. We flesh it out, draw up schematics and building diagrams. Then we send those to the fabricators who actually build the machines. We then do a preliminary test to determine how effective the machine is.”

Cassie interrupted. “You mean how well it kills a person?” Her voice was just a little strained.

Rawlins laughed and waved a hand in the air. “Oh goodness, no! There are no executions here at Acme. It’s the sexual stimulation that we test. Frankly, it isn’t that hard to kill a person. I mean seriously, our country has been electrifying people since the early twentieth century and shooting or hanging them before that. Now that the process has developed into being a televised spectacle, it is only natural that the sex industry and criminal corrections merge.”

Cassie nodded though it made her uncomfortable. Death and sex were not usually two topics she felt complimented each other. Evidently she was in the minority though.

Rawlins continued, not noticing her discomfort. “In any event, we use calibration assistants to test the system’s capability to force orgasm. We currently have three types of devices and all of them are triggered by some sort of orgasmic response. With Type One devices, it is imperative that we adjust the equipment so that the condemned can hold off as long as possible and may even be able to escape the punishment.”

Cassie didn’t miss the mention of “first stage devices” and she looked at the geeky little doctor apprehensively. “What’s a second level device?”

Rawlins had been looking hungrily at one of the full color pictures on the wall and he glanced back, slightly surprised at Cassie’s question. “Oh. Sorry. Got distracted. A stage two device, or Type Two as we call it, is reversed. Rather than the execution being triggered by orgasm, it is triggered when the condemned does NOT have an orgasm within a certain time frame.”

“You mean that the woman has to work herself on it to keep from being killed?” Cassie asked, startled at the concept. It was horrifying. But to her shock, she felt a sudden tingle that was completely and totally inappropriate.

“Absolutely!” Rawlins said with a grin. Cassie got the immediate feeling that not only did he watch every single execution on Pay Per View, but that he had recorded them and watched them over and over again. He looked toward the door and then smiled. “How about we take a tour of the floor and I’ll show you a few of the devices we’re currently testing. We’ve got both stage one and stage two devices on the floor right now.”

Cassie waffled for a moment and it was Rosa Lopez who smiled. “We’ll follow you Doctor. Lead the way.”

Rawlins grinned and opened the door, holding it open as first Cassie and then Lopez followed him out into the hall. Cassie felt awkward with the whole thing. The idea of taking a look at the various devices that Acme had designed to actually KILL people was almost unthinkable. But she managed to push her feelings aside and followed the little man out of the drafting room.

At the end of the hall Dr. Rawlins pushed open a large double set of doors and turned left.  Cassie found herself in a giant warehouse type room, separated into individual areas by large cubicle type frames made of metal and heavy tarplins  She could see almost the full length of the warehouse, down what she could only describe as a corridor that intersected the various rows. Large lights the size of garbage cans hung from steel reinforced cords and the hum of the massive air conditioning system was easily noticeable. Almost immediately Cassie heard the sound of someone moaning and she turned her head to see Rawlins taking a few steps down the row. Cassie followed and discovered herself just feet away from one of the most bizarre scenes she had ever witnessed.  

Standing in front of Cassie was a beautiful brunette girl who wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Both of the brunette’s feet were locked into heavy metal clamps that closed like boots, stretching up mid-calf. Worse, her arms were secured above her head. Between the woman’s legs was a long rod, sticking straight up. To Cassie’s horror it was jerking rapidly up and down almost a full six inches, enabling the young applicant to see that a large, thick, rubber dildo had been attached to the end of the rod.

Rawlins looked at the whole device and smiled, hands on hips. “This is called the Hammerfuck. It was one of our first devices,” he announced proudly, glancing at Cassie.  “Basically, the subject is locked in place and the dildo device starts off at a snail’s pace and then slowly builds up speed and penetration depth. Every time the subject orgasms, then the dildo’s penetration depth increases by an inch.” He moved over to a small cart that held a touch screen computer monitor and had several other devices mounted to it. “Come over here, Cassandra.  See this readout here? That’s Jessica’s bio-rhythm, hormone levels, heart rate, blood pressure, and endorphin and adrenaline levels. When she cums, it registers here and sends an order to the machine to adjust the penetration depth.”

“So it just keeps going up into her?”  Cassie asked, her face a mask of revulsion. She glanced back at “Jessica” who was moaning even as she was repeatedly rammed by the thick dildo.

“Well that’s sort of the idea. Of course, here at Acme, we have twelve inches as our stopping point. But in practice, the rubber dildo stiffens at thirteen with an internalized hydraulic line and the dildo keeps going until it penetrates the interior organs. At fifteen inches it’s designed just to keep going up.”

Cassie looked at Jessica again.  “You mean she’ll have twelve orgasms before you let her off?” This time her question was filled with incredulity. Dr. Rawlins clucked his tongue.

“Oh, of course not. We start out at two inches with a one inch withdrawal. The first orgasm increases the depth of penetration to four inches. Every orgasm after that causes the penetration depth to increment upward by one inch. Let’s see. Jessica is only on her third orgasm, so she’s getting reamed with six inches on each thrust. She was mounted,” he checked a time log on the machine, “only about an hour ago.”  

Cassandra looked at the nude calibration assistant who was obviously struggling not to orgasm. The woman’s face was red and a light sheen of perspiration coated her skin. The tips of her nipples were hard and her thighs were soaked from the copious juices that were streaming from between her legs. Cassie tried to imagine what it would be like, mounted with a thick dildo rapidly pounding between her legs, trying not to orgasm, knowing that too many would result in death. To her shame, the very thought elicited a disturbing moistness between her legs. Cassandra quickly pushed that thought away.

“What I really like about this one is the fact that we eventually get to over a hundred penetrations per minute. It’s really pounding her!” Exclaimed Dr. Rawlins. His face was hungrily taking in the sight of Jessica and her sexual torment. Then he sighed. “Wish we could videotape,” he muttered. Ms. Lopez didn’t hear the comment, but Cassie did.

“Perhaps we should continue, doctor?” Ms. Lopez asked politely. Dr. Rawlins looked up, then nodded. “Oh! Of course. Let’s continue the tour!”

He led the way, moving down the row. They passed several unused stations, white cotton tarps covering strange looking shapes that baffled Cassie. Eventually they came to another station that was occupied and running. This one caused Cassandra to gasp in alarm.

The girl “calibrating” this machine was also naked, a state Cassandra was starting to suspect was the standard “uniform” for Calibration Assistants.  Long chocolate colored hair cascaded down over the poor girl’s shoulders and Cassie could see her chest heaving as if she were having trouble breathing.  She was mounted to a wooden restraint chair which was standing in the center of the space, but it was elevated, providing room for a set of electric motors underneath.  Cassie could see two poles going up into the base of the chair and she suspected that both rods fully penetrated the chair and even the girl.  Her eyes detected movement as well and she saw both rods not only jerking up and down, but vibrating violently.

“This is Marissa, one of my favorites!” Dr. Rawlins announced with another grin, checking over the bio-readings on the computer. “Oh my!  She’s close too! Fourth orgasm!” He turned and took Cassie’s arm, pulling her forward, ignoring her slight resistance. He pointed at Marissa, who sat stiffly in the chair, head straight, with black leather straps around her waist, thighs, ankles, wrists, elbows, and throat. “See the strap around her throat? That’s an airway restriction strap! Wait for it! She’s about to cum!” Rawlins glanced back over that the bio-sensor read out even as Marissa suddenly squealed and tensed in her seat.

Cassie watched as the poor girl went into shuddering paroxysms and then Marissa’s face turned red.  Marissa tried to cry out but nothing came and Cassie realized that her airway had been cut off even as her body rocked in orgasm. Cassie almost moved forward to tear the restricting collar away from the trembling girl, but as the orgasm ended, there was a terrible gasp and Marissa, who had been on the verge of unconsciousness, sucked in another breath.

“Autoerotic asphyxia,” whispered Dr. Rawlins, who looked enraptured. He glanced at Cassie who stood just as fixated, but with a totally different expression on her face.

“How does it kill her?” Cassie asked softly.

“On the tenth orgasm the airway restrictor doesn’t release. She dies cumming,” Dr. Rawlins replied. Then he blinked. “But here there is no killing. Please remember that, Cassandra.  On the tenth orgasm here, our Marissa will endure a rather painful, but non-lethal electrical shock. She knows it’s coming, and so is trying very hard NOT to orgasm. It was the same with Jessica on the Hammerfuck machine. At twelve inches, she gets the shock, which simulates the negative aspect of death enough that our calibration assistants do their best to emulate a real subject’s behavior.”

“Dr. Rawlins, please… let’s continue the tour.” Ms. Lopez insisted, glancing back at Marissa, who was sucking in air. Cassie watched as Rawlins tore himself away from the awful tableau of sweat slicked flesh, pumping phallic rods, and the tense body of the beautiful woman bound before them. Cassie looked at Marissa and their eyes met. Cassie tried to convey her concern, her compassion, her hope that things would end well.  Marissa just looked desperate.  Ms. Lopez took Cassie’s arm and they moved down the row.

The next cubical was actually empty, but unlike the other unused stations, this machine was uncovered. Cassie paused in front of it, trying to understand its purpose. It was a giant table shaped like a capital “X”. At the end of each arm was a thick leather bondage cuff. But what Cassie couldn’t understand was how anyone, of any height, could be comfortably secured. To make matters even more confusing, there were a series of bent copper hoops embedded at intervals along the limbs and even the center portion of the table. Cassie assumed they were designed to hold the “subject”, as Dr. Rawlins called them, to the table. But why then the bondage cuffs?

“What’s this Dr. Rawlins?” asked Cassie. The little man stopped and whirled back, surprised at the interruption.  

“What? Oh. This.” He said. Then he smiled. “Well, we had mentioned that there were three types of devices earlier. This is a Type 3.”

Cassie waited. The little man continued after a moment.

“We can’t calibrate or test Type 3 devices beyond proof of concept. So there isn’t much we can do with this one. On this device, the subject is placed in the middle of the restraint table and locked into place by these copper retention holders.” He reached out and actually touched a few. Cassie stepped up next to him, examining the table and metal restraints.

“Yeah, but why the bondage cuffs then?” She asked, looking up at the diminutive engineer.  

He reached out and grabbed one of the empty wrist cuffs and pulled. To Cassie’s surprise a steel cable was attached to the cuff.  

“Put simply, the subject is attached to these cuffs, both on her ankles and wrists and she is drawn taut.” He moved around to the end of the table, fiddled with something underneath, and a metal attachment swung upward, right where the “subject’s” parted legs would be. Cassie took a step back as she looked at the assorted dildos and vibration tools. There was even one attachment that looked like it delivered electrical shocks.  

“The executioner chooses which sexual stimulator to use on the subject. With every orgasm she experiences, the lines holding her arms and legs are tightened. Our medical staff have told us that the human body can handle only two inches of pull before the shoulder and hip joints are dislocated, so we’ve only tested it to that point.”

Cassie gasped in horror. “You mean you PULL her apart?” she demanded.

Dr. Rawlins looked up. “Essentially, yes. And this device is in high demand. We’re building twenty of them for the first run. The girl mounted on this will continue to orgasm until her arms and legs are pulled out of their sockets and then finally will continue to be sexually stimulated until she is torn to pieces.”  

Cassie gagged and almost vomited. She took a step back and away from both the device and the perverted disgusting engineer who was lovingly caressing the device.  Ms. Lopez looked at Cassie with concern.

“Ms. Goldstein, maybe we should cut this tour short. I’m beginning to think you might not be the right choice for this position. I’m sorry for having wasted your time. I’m sorry that the administrative position you were seeking has already been filled, but we’ll keep your application on record and if another spot opens, we’ll consider you,” Lopez said softly.

Cassie realized her chances at getting a job were plummeting and she held up her hand.  “Please! Wait, Ms. Lopez. My personal revulsion is based more upon the finished… product.  Not the process. I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you. My objections are more about the killing thing, not the… the… testing.” Cassie said hurriedly, trying to stem Lopez’s decision to withdraw the job offer. Granted, Cassie wasn’t ready to accept it in the first place, but she wanted to be the one who decided.

Dr. Rawlins grinned. “Shall we continue? There is an excellent Type One device just ahead.” Dr. Rawlins said, interrupting.

Ms. Lopez gave Cassandra a penetrative look. “I suppose. If Ms. Goldstein feels up to it.”

Cassie took a deep breath and turned back to Rawlins. “Absolutely Doctor. Let’s continue.”

Dr. Rawlins smiled and once more stepped briskly down the aisle. A few more white covered stations were passed and then Cassandra found herself watching three people, all dressed in lab coats.

“Cassandra, please let me introduce you to Dr. Devons, Mr. Edwards, one of our physician’s assistants, and one of our Calibration Assistants, Rebeka.” Dr. Rawlins said.

Cassie was surprised to encounter another Calibration Assistant who wasn’t on a machine and she was astonished to find the woman dressed in a typical lab coat.  In fact, the only difference in uniform between the engineer Dr. Devon and the Physician’s Assistant, was her shoes. Unlike the two men, she was wearing open toed high heels.  

“So are we getting ‘the Chair’ ready?” asked Dr. Rawlins. His counterpart, Dr. Devons laughed and nodded. 

“Absolutely. We got a request to see if we could make the action last a full two hours.  We’ve dialed back the frequency and depth levels and we’re going to see if that makes a difference.”

“Oh… yes. Very good,” Rawlins replied. “If you don’t mind, we’ll stay and watch while you get set up. We’re giving a prospective Calibration Assistant candidate the tour.

“Ohh! You’re thinking of being a Calibration Assistant?” Rebeka asked, looking at Cassandra with new interest.

Cassie flushed. “Um, well, I’m still undecided. It’s been quite a tour and looks intense,” She stammered.

Rebeka laughed. “It is! But this is the best job I’ve ever had. I come to work every day and have my brains fucked out. Every day! And I get paid for it!”

Cassie’s eyes widened at the crudity of Rebeka’s language. She swallowed a bit. “But don't some of the machines, um… hurt?”

Rebeka smiled wickedly. “That just makes it better, sweetheart. You try cumming your fifteenth time, knowing you’re about to get zapped and the explosion is like fireworks going off inside your brain. It’s awesome.” She reached up and started to unbutton her lab coat. Cassie’s eyes were drawn to the brown expanse of skin that suddenly appeared. Rebeka shucked out of her lab coat and stood completely naked in front of everyone. A few steps took her up onto the platform where she stood next to a metal and wooden chair, complete with two metal dildos sticking up from the seat.

Dr. Devon hurried forward and quickly lubricated both rods, smearing what appeared to be some sort of gel along the lengths of metal. When he was finished, Rebeka stepped to the front of the chair and lowered herself down. Cassie watched in amazement as the woman willingly impaled herself, working one rod into her ass while the other penetrated deeply into her sex. Suddenly Cassie felt a different sensation, one that surprised her considering the circumstances. She pressed her thighs together, embarrassed that her own sexual organs were reacting to the display. 

Rebeka spread her legs, helping Devon and Edwards to strap her legs to the frame of the chair. Her labia were completely exposed, wrapping around the steel pillar embedded in both girl and chair. Cassie couldn’t tear her eyes away, watching as the two men secured Rebeka’s arms, and then even wrapped one leather strap across Rebeka’s forehead.  

“I’m ready for the clamps.” Rebeka announced, looking around but totally immobile except for being able to wiggle her fingers and toes. Devons laughed but brought out three sets of clamps, each one connected to another device by black and red wires. To Cassie’s astonishment and growing sexual discomfiture, they were attached to Rebeka’s nipples and clit, eliciting a soft moan of gratification from the bound girl.

Dr. Rawlins sidled up to Cassie. “Makes you wish you were the one getting on it, doesn’t it?” He asked with a tone that made it clear he too wished it was Cassie getting on the chair. She looked at him in shock, but his suggestion brought forth a sudden gush of wetness between Cassie’s legs and she squirmed in both embarrassment and revulsion at the little man’s perversion.  

“This device is designed to allow the subject just one orgasm; the final one.” Rawlins said informatively. “Rebeka will be subject to intense sexual stimulation and told not to cum. Of course, over the course of the preset time period, the amount of electrical current applied to the subject’s genitals and mammary glands increases steadily.” Rawlins supplied.  

“You mean this is an electric chair?” Asked Cassie.  

Rawlins nodded.  “Yes, except instead of getting the jolt in one lethal second, we work up to it with the lethal amperage coming at the moment the subject can no longer keep from orgasm.” He grinned again. “According to the bio sensors, women who experience that final lethal shock during orgasm experience the most mind blowing orgasms of their life.”

Suddenly Rebeka gasped, stiffening in her chair. Cassie could see the petals of Rebeka’s pink flower clench around the metal phallus penetrating her and there was a gentle hum as the electric current pulsed into the bound girl’s nipples and clit.  

“There’s electric current going between her pussy and clit as well.” Dr. Rawlins said, leaning over and putting his lips near Cassie’s ear. “Can’t wait, can you?”

Cassie could hear the leer in his voice. She turned away and stepped closer to Ms. Lopez.

Rebeka let out a deep gasp and Dr. Devons moved closer. “Think you’ll last the two hours required?” He asked her.  

She shook her head.  “I doubt it,” she said between deep breaths. Her voice was already strained. “I can feel the increase already and the frequency change isn’t really making a difference.” 

Devons frowned. “All right. Well, do the best you can and after you finish we’ll let you take a thirty minute break while we make some additional adjustments and then we’ll zap you again.”

Rebeka groaned, her hips now doing a strange roll as her body tried to thrust itself up and down on the electrified phalluses penetrating her bottom and sex. “Please! Don’t say things like that! The idea is turning me on even more!” Devons and Edwards just chuckled.

Suddenly, Devon’s tablet computer beeped and he looked down at it. With a smile, he turned toward Dr. Rawlins. “David, Bethany is about to have her tenth climax if you want to take your newbie over to watch. You’ve got about three or four minutes.”

Dr. Rawlins face brightened. “That would be perfect. Come along, Cassandra.”

He turned and hurried down the aisle, with both Cassandra and Ms. Lopez following. All three of them ignored the rising volume of Rebeka’s cries of pleasure.

***

As they walked down the corridor, Cassandra was having mixed feelings. It didn’t help that every step was now a reminder of how sexually aroused she was feeling. Rawlins was disgusting and she wanted to avoid him, but after seeing Rebeka’s amazing attitude, Cassie couldn’t help wondering if there was more to being a Calibration Assistant than just being a sexual object. Rebeka seemed to be providing actual feedback, as if she were part of the team. Cassie frowned ruefully. Sure. Feedback on how to better sexually torture her. Cassie shook her head. She had to remember that in an hour or two the amount of electricity Rebeka would be feeling wouldn’t be that gentle pulsing. She made a mental note to ask to be taken back to Rebeka later.

They passed more darkened cubicles, but then walked by a lit one. Dr. Rawlins didn’t stop, but Cassie looked over to see a woman strapped down to a large table, her legs obscenely spread. A plunging mechanical dildo, which seemed to be a central design commonality, was centered between her legs. However Cassie also saw a sort of vibrator pressed tightly to the woman’s clitoris. She was shaking. She was also bent in half, painfully, her arms and legs stretched tight. Cassie bent down as they walked past, noticing the thick and tapered rod pressed against the woman’s spine. She looked terribly uncomfortable, even as she was lost in the throes of another orgasm. Cassie’s first reaction was to avert her eyes, but her step actually faltered and she watched, turning her head as they passed. Another surge of wetness between Cassie’s legs told the young girl that her body and mind were not on the same page.

They hurried on. Another few shadowed and cloth covered machines were passed and then Dr. Rawlins stopped in front of another well lit station. Cassie and Ms. Lopez came to a stop next to the entranced engineer and Cassie gasped in alarm as she took in the site.

Dr. Devons had mentioned Bethany, and Cassandra stared up at the girl in both horror and amazement. Bethany was suspended upside down, her face flushed, her eyes wide, with a thick heavy gag strapped around her head. Painful clamps, complete with weights, were attached to her nipples and actually dangled down by her ears. There was even one on her clitoris, which swayed and tapped the poor girl’s stomach. Bethany’s arms were bound behind her back and she was hanging by her ankles. Thick leather cuffs were strapped to her feet and her legs were spread wide. This allowed room for the most astonishing device Cassie had seen so far.  

A phallus, jerking up and down sporadically, extended vertically from an overhead motor chassis. But what was equally amazing, was that when extracted from the overly wet pulsing receptacle of female flesh, Cassandra could see that the dildo was metal and perforated, like a metal strainer. She squinted, trying to get a better view, but the steel probe kept disappearing deep into Bethany’s body, causing the girl to jerk wildly for a moment, tensing every muscle.  Then Bethany would relax as the perforated phallus was brought back up by the motorized tormentor above.

“She’s close! Her tenth orgasm!” Dr. Rawlins exclaimed, looking over the computer readouts from Bethany’s bio-sensor. He licked his lips in excitement.

Cassie looked back up at the dangling Bethany. Her skin was slick with perspiration and she looked hot and tired. Her eyes were open, but Cassandra couldn’t help feeling that it was because it was too tiring to keep them closed. Then the dangling girl’s toes curled and she let out a squeal through the gag. Dr. Rawlins clapped his hands as she started shaking, the ten inches of chrome colored dildo disappearing deep and freezing in place.

There was a hum behind her and Cassie turned away from the show long enough to see two more men dressed in lab coats arrive in a golf cart. Both carried a few heavy boxes and nodded to Rawlins in quick greeting before turning their attention to Bethany.

Cassandra realized that the girl was still in the throes of orgasm as the seconds ticked by and Bethany continued to gyrate wildly in her bonds, causing the heavy weights on her nipples and clit to sway dangerously. Cassie wondered how long a girl could actually experience an orgasm, and she felt another surge from between her legs. She took a step to the side and pressed the palm of her hand to her crotch. Her dress wasn’t particularly thick and the pressure of her fingers alleviated some of the immediate sexual need.  

And then something happened above Cassie.  Bethany suddenly screamed through the gag. Cassandra blinked, removing her hand from her crotch and taking a step forward in concern.  Bethany bucked again and the bio-sensor computer was flashing blue.  

“My God!” Exclaimed Dr. Rawlins with surprise. “She’s having a level four orgasm!  Phenomenal!”

There was a massive hissing sound and then a froth of white water exploded out of Bethany’s sex, a flowing geyser of foam that cascaded down her body, washing away the slick sheen coating the poor girl’s skin. She bucked madly, twisting and curling her body in what appeared to be a combination of extreme pleasure and pure agony and Cassandra suddenly found herself overwhelmed by the sheer physical intensity of the procedure. The water splashed down, filling a pool at the base of the platform that Cassie only now noticed. She felt a few droplets splatter along her cheek and neck and was immediately surprised by how cold they felt.  

She took a step forward, ignoring the twisting writhing body above her and put her hand in the pooling water under Bethany.  It was icy, so cold it almost hurt. Cassie pulled her hand back and turned to stare at Dr. Rawlins, her eyes wild.

“It’s our liquid nitrogen execution system!” Dr. Rawlins shouted over the roar of falling water. “We decided that icy water would work even better than an electric shock for our negative reinforcement during calibration. And look! She had a level four orgasm during the ENTIRE simulated execution!” His voice dropped back down toward normal levels near the end of his comments as the roar of water died.

Cassie turned back to look at Bethany who was even now being lowered to the ground.  The two men who had pulled up in the golf cart were quickly unbinding her. The phallus which had not only tormented her to orgasm, but then served as the vehicle for the gallons of icy cold water flooding into Bethany’s guts still dangled and dripped above, giving Cassie her first real good view of the monster dildo. It was easily three and a half inches wide, made of smooth metal, burnished to a shine and was at least twelve inches long. She had underestimated its earlier length. Cassie tried to remember how much had been buried in Bethany when Cassie had first seen her and gasped in astonishment at how much metal cock the poor girl had been able to take. Cassie suspected that it was the holes through which the water had flowed that were the real torment.

Bethany was now being propped up by one of the men, her gag removed. She was wrapped in a heated blanket and the weighted clamps were being removed from her nipples and clitoris. She shuddered and let out a series of passionate whimpers as the blood rushed back into her crushed nerves.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Dr. Rawlins asked. He turned and gave Cassandra a warm smile. It wasn’t returned. He continued on, oblivious. “This device is one of our most unusual and I have hopes that it will be very popular. The subject is suspended, upside down, which I might add is a novel method, penetrated with the liquid nitrogen nozzle phallus, and then stimulated to orgasm.  On her fifth orgasm ten gallons of pure liquid nitrogen is pumped into her body cavity, and unlike little Bethany here, the subject is instantly frozen from the inside out!”

Cassie looked sick, despite another convulsion of her sex.

“What?” asked Dr. Rawlins, clearly surprised at Cassie’s look of disgust.

Cassandra didn’t say anything. She moved away from the enthusiastic engineer and moved closer to the spot where Bethany lay twitching.  She was shivering violently despite the heated blanket and she seemed to have trouble focusing her eyes. Bethany looked up at Cassandra and a hesitant smile crossed her face.

“D-d-did you l-l-l-like the sssshow?” Bethany asked, stuttering through her sentence before hissing the “s” in show. Cassandra nodded, not sure of what to say.

Bethany curled into the blanket just  a bit more, with only her high heeled clad feet sticking out from under the blanket. “I l-l-lost c-c-count after t-t-two.” 

Cassie realized that Bethany was referring to the orgasms. Rawlins had stated that the machine took five registered orgasms before activating, and Cassandra imagined what it would be like, hanging there, with non-stop sexual stimulation, not knowing when the big one was coming.

“Are you okay?” asked Cassandra. Bethany offered up a wan smile.

“I will be once I warm up,” she said, not noticing that her stutter had disappeared. Cassie nodded.

“What was it like?” Cassandra asked. She couldn’t help herself. The thought of being suspended like that, constantly cumming, and then experiencing that final climax had Cassandra in a state that almost demanded relief. Her sex was now pulsing and her panties were noticeably damp. Cassie pressed her thighs together, trying to ignore the sticky feeling.

Bethany took a deep breath. “It was… incredible. I mean sure, it was cold and having the water gush into me hurt, but it just made the sex that much better.” Bethany looked at Cassandra “You a new Calibration Assistant?” she asked.

Cassie nodded, not even realizing she had made the decision.

“You’ll love it.” Bethany smiled. “It’s unreal. You get paid to orgasm, every day.” 

“But everything I’ve seen… what about the negative reinforcement shocks? And the cold water?” Cassie demanded.

Bethany rolled her eyes. “It’s nothing. Well worth it. I’d work double shifts if I had the stamina.”

Cassie was stunned. The idea of working double shifts was almost unimaginable. She blinked and nodded, then returned to Ms. Lopez’s side.

Lopez smiled at her. “So, what do you think, Ms. Goldstein? Should we head back to my office? Sign the paperwork? Or should I take you back to your vehicle?”

Cassandra tore her eyes away from where the two medics were helping Bethany into a heavy terry cloth robe and into the golf cart, while Dr. Rawlins was pouring over some data displayed on the computer nearby. She looked at the HR director.

“I guess I’ll take the job,” she said hesitantly, still nervous about the thought of being strapped to some machine and fucked to simulated death.

Lopez smiled warmly. “That’s wonderful. I suspected you might be perfect for the position. Why don’t we leave the doctor to his amusement and go take care of the paperwork?”

Cassie looked back at Dr. Rawlins. With a turn of his head he winked at her, his eyes glittering. Finally she nodded at Ms. Lopez. “All right.”

As the two women began walking off Dr. Rawlins caught Cassandra’s elbow. “I’ll make sure I’ve got something special for your first day, Cassandra. I’m looking forward to torturing you. And watching you cum.”

Cassie swallowed but then shrugged. “I’ll see you around, Dr. Rawlins.”