WARNING: This story is only intended to be read by those of legal age. This erotica contains themes of torture, abuse, non consent, and is not intended to be replicated in reality. This is a total work of fiction.

The Adventures of Teen Girl

Link to Chapter 1

Chapter 1 continued - Teen Girl vs Dr. Painatologist


Eventually, after dragging her along a long corridor, they come to a big glass room. He throws her unceremoniously into it. He shuts the door, and presses a remote control button which releases her cuffs. After several moments, she moves her exhausted, abused body onto one knee, the cuffs on her feet now removed. She looks so vulnerable and sexy covered in her own sweat, thinks the Professor. The walls around her start moving in.

They’re large, glass walls. The ceiling moves down too. Teen Girl gets nervous, she’s slightly claustrophobic. But she’s too tired to even stand up. Her body still feels like it’s on fire.

“What you’re in now, Teen Girl, is kind of like a giant sun bed, or a microwave. I can’t tell you how many girls I’ve watched get blasted by the extreme heat. It’s kind of disgusting, actually. They get big blisters all over within minutes, and then they explode. I could never get the heat levels right. I’ve had a hell of a time cleaning that room. But now I have you. I wonder how your unique physiology handles extreme heat”.

Now she’s really panicked. With the walls closing in, she could already feel the increasingly small room get hotter. “You’re going to kill me, you fucking maniac!”

She found the energy to stand up. With new determination, convinced her life was at stake, she runs at the door, and kicks it as hard as she can. But the giant door of metal is too thick, too strong. She ends up falling on the floor in a heap. With her reserves of energy, she gets back on her feet. The words “never give up” flashing in her mind from somewhere. It sounds like her Father’s voice, from years ago – a voice of encouragement. The ceiling only inches from her head now, she can feel herself burning up. In a wild panic she starts punching the glass walls with all her strength. She can punch holes through brick walls, yet she can’t dent these walls at all. They must be really thick. She can see large purple bulbs behind the glass, and she can feel wave after wave of heat pulsating from them. Soon, she’s forced down on her hands and knees, the room now only a box. She turns onto her back, and with both legs she tries to kick her way out. It’s no good, and still the room gets smaller. “Never give up… never give up!” she whispers.

She starts breathing rapidly, panic taking hold. She’s not exactly claustrophobic, but she hates being in tight spaces. And she finds it more and more difficult to breathe in her hot box.

Poor Teen Girl was already sweating from the hours of electrical shock torture. Her nipples are in incredible pain, the clamps had been biting into her tender flesh for hours. Her body still buzzing in places. And now she has the heat to deal with, hitting her from the floor, ceiling, and walls. Her hair is glued to her face and shoulders. Her young flesh getting hotter and hotter, perspiring more and more.

She lies down uncomfortably, as the box finally stops shrinking and she can barely move. Her breasts are pressed to the ground, and her hands lay flat, when suddenly everything gets much hotter. Her soft skin that’s touching the ground suddenly burns. She yelps in pain, her poor tits getting a pretty bad burning. She quickly and instinctively turns herself around, sitting on her ass. But it’s no good. The ground burns her ass, her hands and legs, the ceiling burns her tits, briefly giving her nipples a painful burn. “AGH! GAWD!! NO!” She shouts and screams. No matter where she moves her naked body, she gets burned. It hurts like hell. It feels like someone has invented a giant lighter and put her on top of it. She puts her arms in front of her breasts to protect them, so her arms get burnt, sizzling with smoke. Her ass is pressed against the floor, as is her back. “AAAIIIIIIIIIIGH!!”

The poor girl screams and screams. In her mind, she believes her skin is being burnt off and that she is dying. In reality, her body is resilient against the extreme heat, keeping her from receiving any permanent damage. She also has an incredibly high pain threshold, so she won’t die from sheer agony or even pass out. Her amazing body’s physiology keeps her going.

She keeps shifting in pathetic attempts to protect herself. But to no avail. Every part of her gets burnt. And still the heat increases. It increases to the point where her skin doesn’t even have to be touching the walls to sizzle and smoke. Despite the agony, she can no longer scream. Instead, she whimpers and moans, like some animal caught in a trap. She is now completely unable to move. The Teen Girl’s skin has turned from a lovely tan to a redder color.

For what seems like hours to her, but in actual fact is 15 minutes, she remains in this human microwave.

Finally, the walls start to retract. The heat dies down bit by bit.

The teenager lies on the floor, face down. She’s never known such pain. Smoke rises from her body. Her beautiful skin has been turned red. She’s still, somehow, completely conscious and aware. With her broken, little girl voice she asks “nngh… How… why didn’t I die… I should be dead”

She didn’t know if she should be grateful as the floor underneath her started moving her towards the door.

She’d give anything to be somewhere, anywhere else. Teen Girl’s mind desperately searches for somewhere else to be. Once again, she thinks of events of the past week before she suffered her first defeat at the hands of Professor Painatologist.