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Background: Oil tycoon Theo Harrison has it all—boats, jets, and massive properties around the world. He spends most of his time, however, residing at his Dubai-based complex. Not only is it his largest and most technically advanced abode, but it also features a uniquely skilled staff of 12 stunningly beautiful women, each dedicated solely to keeping Theo sexually content at all times. To maximize efficiency and proficiency, each woman is responsible for a specific room—and thereby, a specific part of Theo's day. These are the stories of the Dubai Dozen, room by room.
Previously: Chapter 9— Dinner and a show with Hazel and Callie

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The laboratory doors hiss open, and Alice's heart skips a beat. As she spins to face the Theo, her only clothing—an unbuttoned white lab coat—twirls around her. Theo is still wearing his tux, bowtie undone, and he reeks of whiskey. He slurs, "Whatcha got for me tonight, doc?" Alice isn't actually a doctor, at least not a medical one. Her dual PhD's in electrical and mechanical engineering from MIT probably took just as long though. Of course, she might have graduated earlier if she wasn't also representing as Miss Germany at pageants and inaugurations around the world.

Theo lumbers his massive, drunk body over to one of the windows sunken into the sterile white wall, and plops into the chair. "Do this one," he says, followed by a belch. Alice hurries over to join him at the window, barely able to keep her composure as the burp hits her in the face. "Ah, yes, sir, here we have subject 008 on prototype... PS93. I'll activate it now."

Alice and Theo peer through the window into the tiny, brightly lit room on the other side. Inside, a woman is strapped to a metal table with an ominous looking metal box sitting between her legs. A thin piece of plexiglass extends from the box, hovering a few inches above the woman's clit. As Theo punches the button, the box twitches, and smacks her clit with the plastic. The force is rather unimpressive, and the victim actually seems relieved more than tortured.

Sensing Theo's disappointment (which can quickly turn to anger), Alice points out a knob next to the button. Impatiently, he cranks it to the max, and the metal box bursts to life, smacking its victim nearly twice per second. It's not long before the girl starts to squirm, then strain, then eventually scream through her gag.

As she tries to shift herself within her bonds, sensors in the box detect the small motion and compensate, never missing its target. Within less than a minute, the subject is writhing within her straps and screaming bloody murder. Theo yawns and—without pressing the stop button—wanders to the next window.

For the next 30 minutes, Alice shows him all of her latest prototypes. Subject 099 is impaled in all 3 holes by massive dildos. She holds a controller that can extend/retract any of them, but the software requires at least 20 total inches be inserted at all times. Theo doesn't seem too interested as the subject willfully impales her asshole in order to breathe. He moves on.

Subject 291 is strapped into an advanced robotic exoskeleton that fully controls all of her movements, down to the fingers. As a demo, the suit is forcing her to anally fuck herself with a baseball bat. The dissonance of watching a subject sob in pain while seemingly continue to fuck her own hole amuses Theo. The subject's cries drown out Alice's small sigh of relief.

Theo skims the next few without sitting down: subject 153 is nearly breaking out of her table straps, rabid from the pain of hyper-hydration combined with extended urination denial. Next door, subjects 050 and 122 are strapped firmly into a suspended 69. Whenever one of them cums, their butt plug increases pressure by 10% while the other's decreases by the same. It's clear from the near-6 inches of dilation in 050's asshole which woman is more talented.

Towards the end, Theo stops to watch subject 014. A complex system of sensors and vibrators have been edging the table-bound subject for almost 6 hours. From extensive testing and tuning, Alice knows that the vibrator reliably turns off less than 3 seconds before the subject would orgasm. This is probably the most devastating of her inventions so far—even an hour on here usually leaves subjects comatose for days. Thanks to Theo's tardiness in visiting the lab, subject 014 might never recover.

"Not bad, doc," Theo says, clearly a bit more sober than when he entered. "There's a new batch of girls arriving tomorrow, let's break them in with this one." Alice nods, already starting to calculate the new power requirements.

"In the meantime..." he trails off, wandering back to where 291 is still strapped into the exoskeleton. Now, it's forcing the subject to repeatedly and violently smack her own breasts, which have turned from white to red to blue. The suit controls her every motion, but can't stop her from crying and begging. "I want one of these made for every one of the girls on staff," he orders, turning to Alice. "Including you."