Torturing People for Science!
She looked like heaven with tousled black hair, dipping out of sight as yet another turret dropped onto the black floor, planted there by GLaDOS's cruel metal hand. She shot her companion cube through a portal, and the drone landed on its side, shouting its final cry before mumbling something and turning off. It was easily repaired, so GLaDOS didn't worry much about the destruction of yet another machine. Chell was too good, too intelligent, and too tasteful for such an easy little puzzle.
Chell was huffing, standing wearily on her enhanced legs, peering from behind the corner with the same apprehension she always had. There was nothing between her and the door, welcoming blue shimmering behind the hole, so she sighed lightly and walked towards it. There was a sudden lurch, and the floor below her went out. There was a moment of surprise on her tired features, but it melted almost immediately to quiet frustration. GLaDOS was just trying to scare her. She wouldn't actually hurt her, not when she was the only test subject, and there were all these painful promises yet to be realized.
She landed on her feet, like she always did, and staggered defensively in the dark. It was pitch-black, nothing but frigid air to meet her groping hands, until finally, she landed on her knees. When she stumbled, a light flashed on, circular and yellow-tinted with a mechanical whirring. She looked up with almost frightened eyes, and GLaDOS came into view, just as expected.
"Lost your bearings, did you?" The machine said, and Chell bared her teeth.
The white, curved shape with the flickering yellow light in the middle seemed to be glaring the human down, the voice invading in Chell's ears, like it always was. There was the mechanics of it, the sing-song rhythm, the hint of malice. It was like nails on a chalkboard, with a tauntingly soothing something Chell couldn't identify. She was silent, glaring fearlessly at the robot, now on her feet with the portal gun pointed into the darkness near GLaDOS.
The massive AI shook her mechanical head, then retreated into the black film that surrounded them. The yellow was still boring a hole between the woman's eyes, but she stood strong, filled with challenge. There was silence between them, then metal whirring, and a silver arm grabbed at the arm without the portal device. It clamped around Chell's wrist, yanking her completely off the ground, a small yelp leaving her lips. She looked towards glowing yellow with disbelief, feet reaching out for the floor, grabbing at nonexistent support. Two more clamps found their way to the struggling female, one wrapping around her neck, the other hovering before her.
"You haven't been reacting to my tests the way I would have liked. I was hoping for anger or despair, but you're hard to break." GLaDOS spoke with a gentle purr behind her words.
Chell was squirming. The clamp around her neck wasn't tight enough to constrict, but it was digging painfully into the back of her head and the bottom of her jaw, the other one, wrapped tightly around her wrist, was holding up most if her weight. The smaller one, snapping a few times as the robot spoke, grabbed the zipper to Chell's Aperture Science jacket, and it clicked down her heaving chest with a swift yank. The noise filled the room, muffling the gentle sound of mechanical workings, soon replaced with labored noises leaving Chell's mouth.
"After some research, I have found that humans dislike physical pain very much, but there are different kinds of torture. Obviously, emotional abuse doesn't work on you…" Her voice trailed off when the little clamp was tugging at Chell's shirt, untucking it from orange pants, revealing the grey underneath.
There was real fear in blue eyes, now, evident in the spotlight, flickering with panic. Her shirt was left in a crumple at her neck, the clamp pulling at the human's pants, yanking them off roughly and letting them crumple in a heap on the floor. Chell was then left in nothing but her blue undershirt, the leg reinforcements, and skin-tight grey shorts, meeting the other piece of fabric at her waist. The cold was lapping at her exposed skin, goose bumps lining her arms and legs, every hair on her body on end with terror.
GLaDOS only stared back, through the darkness, a yellow spot in a sea of the unknown. The clamp around her wrist slackened, and her mouth was forced shut with her own weight, cold metal digging into honey-colored skin. It took every fiber of Chell's being to keep from thrashing about when the small clamp tugged tauntingly on the grey shorts, even more when the other, larger clamp did the same on the undershirt. She was only in her underwear, then, writhing against steel with hostile futility.
"Now, now, don't be so bitter…" GLaDOS chimed from the shadows, dropping the human to land on her feet, who immediately grabbed at the clothing bunched up at her knees and chest.
Her efforts were in vain, as her arms and legs were yanked in opposite directions, and something snaked around her middle, lifting her into the air again. She was spread; incapable of defending herself from whatever the sinister machine had planned, feeling very much afraid.
The woman was lifted from a horizontal position to a diagonal one, so that the yellow was again visible, but she was also completely revealed to her captor. Chell finally managed a good look at the things keeping her in place, and held back a pained whimper. They were cold steel tentacles, made from different segments, black lines noting the border between each. They were still as they confined her, and GLaDOS came into view again, white and black and silver shimmering in the taunting light.
"I just need to know…" She purred, the yellow contracting gently, close enough to Chell's face that she would have been able to touch her, had she any desire to.
"Where are you the most sensitive?" She didn't need an answer, not when there was another tentacle snaking down to her underwear, brushing against that wonderful place through the fabric.
Chell's eyes widened and she clamped her mouth shut, biting her bottom lip. After another bit of abuse, the cold metal brushing more forcefully into that spot, she faltered and made a small noise, face flushed. If GLaDOS could, she would have smirked, instead just hovering her head before Chell's face, intent on seeing every reaction, every little emotion. The tentacle was rubbing, now, and Chell's hips were pressing against it, regardless of her desire to remain emotionless. Her body was betraying her, every little corrosive bit of pressure sending fireworks of thrill throughout her body, making her groan at the robot's watchful eye.
The metal thing had slipped under the fabric and was wrapped around the little nub, twisting it with delicious roughness. The pointed tip was prodding at her entrance, slipping inside the wet heat. At this, Chell closed her grey eyes, tossing her head back and moaning aloud, forgetting her shame. The tool was working magic, never ceasing to massage her clit while still exploring her on the inside, pressing at different places to see where she was most sensitive, twirling and thrusting.
Chell was a mess, moaning loudly, pressing back on the cold metal, tugging at her restraints to no avail. It was heaven, still, and she found herself close in so little time, the movements of her supple hips increasing. GLaDOS got the hint, and was pumping the tool in-and-out roughly and quickly, recording from farther back, every inch of Chell's frame in her optical sensor. She turned on the vibrate, and Chell made an almost pained noise, baring down just as the thing came up, climaxing around it with a series of convulsions. She fell limp against her restraints, and GLaDOS placed her gently on the floor, releasing her grip completely and fading into black again.
Chell shook a few times, then lifted herself into a kneeling position, pulling her clothing back into its proper place wordlessly. She cleared her throat, as though asking if the machine was done, then searched for the yellow dot. There it was, peering at her through the sheen, unmoving, and Chell stood on shaking legs, grabbing up her pants and zipping up her coat.
"I know now, what I can do if you're good." GLaDOS said evenly.
"Another thing to hold over your pretty little head…"
Chell said nothing, turned away, and staggered into darkness.