The Lab, Chapter 1

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Ms. Hawthorne looked over her thick glasses. Her stern gaze was fixed on Aaron, a young chemistry major, fidgeting nervously, opposite her desk.

“I hope you know why I called you in here today,” she said sharply. She paused for a minute waiting for a reply, but received none.

“You’re grades are slipping, young man,” Ms. Hawthorne said as she opened a manila folder on her desk. The folder contained all of Aaron’s Inorganic Chemistry papers. She flipped through them reading the scores aloud.

“95, minus 20 for being late,” she turned to another one.

“90, minus 30 for being late,” and then another.

“98, minus 50 for being a month late!” she exclaimed.

Mrs. Hawthorne took a deep breath and closed the folder.

“I don’t understand it. All your papers have been excellent but you risk getting a D or even failing this course because you can’t do your work on time.”

She looked at Aaron, waiting for an excuse, but he had none to give. The course material came easily but it was the college life that was hurting him. He spent most of his time chasing girls and drinking beer. He was lucky if he got his chemistry papers in at all.

Ms. Hawthorne studied him for a minute, thinking. She remembered her days as an undergraduate. The drinking, the parties, the sex: especially the sex. Aaron was a very attractive kid and if she was twenty years younger, they may be having a totally different type of meeting. She crossed her legs at the thought enjoying the feeling of her thighs sliding together under her tee length skirt. She could understand how it may be hard for him to stay on task.

“I have a proposition for you Aaron,” Ms. Hawthorne broke the silence. “I’m willing to offer you some extra credit work in my research lab.”

“Really?” Aaron’s eyes brightened and he finally made eye contact with his professor.

“Yes, and I think with your interests, you will do well,” Ms. Hawthorne hesitated, unsure how to bring up the next subject.

“However, I will have to see if you have the correct, let’s say, talents to do the job.”

“You said yourself all my chem papers are good,” Aaron was now in interview mode, talking quickly and excited at the prospect of getting an easy way out of this mess. His parents knew he was in trouble with his GPA and news of another failing class may be enough for them to pull his meal ticket.

“Oh I have no doubt that you are intellectually capable,” Ms. Hawthorne interrupted.

She leaned forward reaching for the intercom on her desk. As she did she noticed Aaron staring at her chest. Ms. Hawthorne knew she had a nice rack. It rivaled even the twenty something girls in her classes and she made it a point to show it off. She especially loved to show her cleavage during meetings with her young male students, like this one. The thought of their poor confused minds as she scolded and sexually teased them, at the same time, turned her on immensely.

She shifted her weight in her seat, causing her thighs to rub together again. She was glad she hadn’t worn any panties for this meeting. So far, it was turning out just the way she’d hoped. She smiled to herself and moved her shoulder inward, cleavage to squeeze together just a little bit more.

“Yes Ms. Hawthorne,” a fuzzy voice answered as Ms. Hawthorne pressed an intercom button.

“Susan, please come in here with the measuring tape, we have a new subject to evaluate.”

Ms. Hawthorne leaned back in her chair, eyes fixed on Aaron. He had a puzzled look on his face.

“Susan, my assistant, is going to give you a physical evaluation,” she explained, “so don’t be alarmed but she is going to be very thorough. If you pass the examination, however, I believe I may overlook the lateness of your assignments. There is even a generous cash stipend included with the job.”

At the sound of the word, cash, Aaron’s eyes snapped back up to her face. Getting out of his scholastic trouble with some beer money in his pocket was worth a couple electroshocks as a test rat, if that’s what she had in mind.

Someone knocked on the door of Ms. Hawthorne’s windowless office.

“Come in Susan.”

The door opened slightly and a young girl poked her head through the door.

“Are you all ready, Ms. Hawthorne?” Susan asked hesitantly.

Ms. Hawthorne motioned her in.

“Aaron, this is one of my assistants, Susan. You may get the chance to work with her in the future. For now she will be conducting your exam.”

Aaron stood up and shook the young girl’s hand. She looked very young and Aaron guessed she couldn’t be more than nineteen. Her long, thin fingers gripped Aaron’s hand with surprising strength for one being so petite. She smiled shyly at him, her long red curls spilling down, covering the sides of her face and landing lightly on her shoulders. She wore a pink polo shirt but none of the buttons were fastened. Aaron noticed she had trouble filling out the shirt but more than compensated for it by her mile long legs. They were smooth and perfect, covered only by a very short blue miniskirt. On her feet she wore low-top tennis shoes which left her ankles naked.

She took a seat next to Aaron and placed a roll of cloth measuring tape on Ms. Hawthorne’s desk.

“Go ahead and begin Susan,” Ms. Hawthorne instructed. She reached into her desk and pulled out a blood pressure aneroid and handed it to Susan.

“Can you please roll up your sleeve?” Susan asked Aaron in a sweet innocent voice. Aaron complied happily.

Susan strapped the Velcro device around Aaron’s bicep. He was hoping she would notice the muscle definition he had worked so hard for in the gym. Normally he would give it a little flex for her, but he did not want to screw up the test. Hot girls he could get, passing this chemistry class, a one time opportunity.

Susan squeezed the ball with her French manicured fingers and watched the pressure needle rise and fall. Aaron could smell her sweet perfume as she moved closer to him. Then he felt something brush against the inside of his leg. He looked down and noticed a naked foot with red painted toenails gently rubbing up and down his calf. He also noticed that it wasn’t coming from red headed bombshell next to him but from underneath the desk.

Aaron swallowed and looked up at Ms. Hawthorne, but she didn’t acknowledge him. Instead she was watching Susan take his blood pressure. She continued to rub her foot against him working higher up his calf, now almost to the knee. Aaron was very confused but Ms. Hawthorne’s warm, silky foot against his bare leg felt amazing. He was glad it was warmer out today and he decided to wear his loose fitting kaki shorts.

He, like the other guys in the class, had always ogled Ms. Hawthorne because of her breasts. She constantly wore blouses that accentuated her cleavage, making it difficult to follow her lectures as she strutted around in front of them. She wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t as rail thin as many of the co-eds on campus. She looked good for her age, but when compared to the twenty something’s in the class’s she taught, she was overlooked. Still Aaron enjoyed watching her move around the classroom in her high heels and tight tee length skirts. She always wore her hair up and he liked to imagine what it would look like down and draped across the low V neck shirts and sweaters she loved to wear.

“110 over 80,” She said aloud and Ms. Hawthorne wrote it down on some paper in front of her. As she wrote she moved her foot up even higher. It had now found its way inside Aaron shorts and began massaging his inner thigh. Aaron could see Ms. Hawthorne’s beautifully tanned ankles and calf muscle when he looked down, and was surprised he had never noticed what sexy legs she had before.

Susan, meanwhile, had taken off the aneroid and took his hand in her lap. She placed her fingers on the inside of his wrist and looked at her watch. She had to have noticed Ms. Hawthorne’s ministrations but didn’t show any surprise or acknowledgement and continued her evaluation as if nothing was going on. Ms. Hawthorne, now slumped a little lower in her chair to fully reach Aaron, studied the papers on her desk as if nothing was happening.

Aaron took a deep breath not sure what to do. He did not want to jeopardize this job opportunity. More importantly, he was enjoying it too much. He was afraid if he said something it might stop so he simply let the women continue.

“Pulse 60, Ms. Hawthorne.”

“Good,” Ms. Hawthorne replied as she pushed Aaron’s shorts further up his leg with her foot. She was now getting dangerously close to his crotch and a small tent had already formed in Aaron’s lap.

“Can you lift your arms please?” Susan asked as she began to unwind the measuring tape. Aaron looked up at her, still confused by why she didn’t seem to notice Ms. Hawthorne’s foot, but did as he was told. Susan leaned in close to him and placed one end of the tape on his chest and reached around his back to measure his trunk. As she did so they came almost cheek to cheek with each other.

At that same moment Ms. Hawthorne’s foot made a final push up his thigh until her toes could brush against his genitals. Aaron instinctually shifted his position, to give her better access, and she immediately went to work massaging his balls through his boxers. Her toes curled around each testicle, gently rolling and sliding them along the soft sole of her foot. She then moved in even deeper, rubbing up and down the length of his shaft. He could feel her toes trying to grip his member as she moved. When she was close to the head of his cock, she would slide his sensitive tip between her toes and give it an extra squeeze. The added sensation made Aaron groan with delight.

The slow, steady movement of Ms. Hawthorne’s foot against him and the proximity of the red headed vixen measuring his chest, made Aaron harder than he could ever remember. He looked over at Ms. Hawthorne again and noticed that she sat even lower in her chair. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. What Aaron could not see, under the desk, was her right hand had made its way under her skirt and between her legs. She was drawing soft circles on her clit with images of the member she was massaging in her head. It had been a long time since she had used her feet on a man like this, and never on one this large.

“58 inches,” Susan spoke, interrupting both Aaron and Ms. Hawthorne from their respective trances.

Ms. Hawthorne stood back up in her chair retrieving her foot. It was very unprofessional of her to pleasure herself while evaluating a subject.

“Go ahead and continue Susan.”

Susan backed away from Aaron, tape measure still in her hand.

“Can you remove your shorts and underwear please?”

Aaron looked at Ms. Hawthorne in disbelief.

“We have to get a quantitative measurement,” She spoke coolly, “which is why I had to make sure you were at your peak length.”

Aaron still didn’t move. He couldn’t understand what was going on, but he was very aroused. Never had he denied a beautiful girl when asked to take of his clothes, and he wasn’t about to start now.

He stood up to undo his pants, but soon realized the full blown hard on he had from Ms. Hawthorne’s teasing and hesitated.

“She’s seen them before,” Ms. Hawthorne encouraged him, “please continue.”

Both women eyed the massive buldge in his pants like jackals ready pounce. Ms. Hawthorne could feel the heat rush to her crotch but she suppressed the feeling trying to remain in control. Aaron slowly undid his pants, still giving her worried glances. Then in one final push, he dropped his shorts and boxers to his ankles.

His cock sprang out like a spring and bobbed before the women’s eyes. Aaron did not know exactly how well endowed he was, but was always told by his girlfriends it was large. Judging by Ms. Hawthorne and Susan’s reactions though, he must have something going on.

Both women stared at it for a couple seconds before reacting. It curved upward slightly and was pointing directly at Ms. Hawthorne. She first noticed the large purple head and the glisten of a drop of pre-cum at the tip. She smiled to herself, pleased at her handiwork. It was obviously hurting him, and she could imagine how desperately he wanted to cum.

Susan, however, wasted no time in reaching out and grabbing his shaft firmly at the base. Aaron’s pelvic muscle tightened at the touch of her soft, warm hands and he closed his eyes, hoping this would be the beginning of his release. Instead, she brought the measuring tape up to the base of his cock and stretched it, underneath, to his highly sensitive tip. As she held the tape against his head Aaron thought he would cum right there.

She studied the graduations on the tape and Aaron noticed she was only a couple inches away from him now. He could feel her hot breath blowing across his member. Aaron wanted to plead with her to get him off, to take him into her mouth. He wanted to feel engulfed by her warm tongue and fill her mouth with every inch. He wanted to grab her silky red locks and plunge her down onto him right then and there. Instead, he took a couple of deep breaths and remained in control.

Ms. Hawthorne loved seeing him like this. She watched him intently as he struggled under Susan’s touch. Every time she touched his cock slightly he flinched and his cock got even harder and more discolored. Ms. Hawthorne could feel the heat of her sex building greater too. She felt the moistness against her thighs as her juices tried to escape her lower lips. She wanted to touch herself again, bring herself, and Aaron, to one blissful orgasm, but she knew better. This was her research and her job, and her own satisfaction came second.

“7 and 3/4,” Susan spoke aloud as she withdrew the measuring tape, “you can sit back down.”

Aaron gave Ms. Hawthorne a look as he took his seat, shorts still on the floor.

“Don’t worry,” Ms. Hawthorne assured him, “there is one final test and then we will be done here.”

She reached into her desk and pulled out a small, glass graduated cylinder and handed it to Susan.

“Do the capacity test now,” She instructed her.

Susan nodded and immediately leaned over into Aaron’s lap and took him into her mouth. Pleasure exploded in Aaron’s brain and he threw his head back with a groan. Susan was merciless. Her pink tongue expertly attacked every sensitive area of his overly swollen cock. With one hand she pumped his shaft viscously and with the other she firmly held his testicles.

In less than a minute Aaron could feel a climax building and his balls tighten. At that same moment Susan squeezed them and pulled them back downward. A small jolt of pain shot threw him, amongst the pleasure, and his climax faded. She did not let up her assault on his prick, however, and even increased her efforts.

Aaron’s head spun. The intense pleasure was almost too much for him and within two minutes he could feel another orgasm building. Again, as his balls tightened and began to lift upward, Susan squeezed hard and pulled them back down. This time it didn’t really hurt, but he didn’t orgasm either. She was stopping him from cumming.

“Why?” Was all Aaron could get out between huffs, giving Ms. Hawthorne a sad and distressed look. He had never wanted to cum so much before in his life.

“We are simply trying to measure you maximum discharge,” Ms. Hawthorne responded to him calmly, “only a few more times now.”

A few more times turned closer to five. Whenever Aaron would get close, Susan would do her thing and the orgasm would recede. Sweat covered his forehead and he was gasping for breath. He did not realize, but he was now unconsciously thrusting up into Susan’s mouth. With each thrust he could feel the top of her rough, hard palate rub against the top of his penis. When he would pull back he could fell her soft, red lips form a tight ring around the edge of his cock head, not letting him go. All the while, her tongue was probing every inch of him, finding every sensitive nerve ending and tormenting it relentlessly.

“Alright Susan, that should be good,” Ms. Hawthorne said in a raspy tone.

Susan pulled her mouth off of Aaron and finally let go of his balls. While still stroking his cock vigorously, she grabbed the cylinder and held it ready in front of his dark purple cock head.

“Cum now Aaron,” Ms. Hawthorne said almost ordering him to do so.

Aaron could feel the pleasure rising again from Susan’s pumping. He grabbed the bottom of the chair to steady himself. He could feel the telltale knot begin to form at the base of his cock.

At that same moment he felt something soft push his testicles upward. It wasn’t Susan. She was jacking him off with one hand and holding the graduated cylinder with the other. He realized quickly when he looked over at the slouched down Ms. Hawthorne, that it was her foot, this time there was no boxers between them.

It was a more forceful massage than before, but it felt like the opposite of what Susan had been doing. Ms. Hawthorne was lifting his balls gently upward into their climax position. Each of her delicate toes squeezed him slightly but not painfully. Aaron could also feel the satiny texture of the top of her foot against his sack as she wedged it underneath him. He also felt her big toe put pressure on the tender space between his cock and anus.

Finally it became too much and Aaron and with a roar, let himself go. As he did Ms. Hawthorne’s jammed her big toe hard into him, sending his orgasm higher. Pearly white ropes of thick semen shot out. Susan, undaunted by his quick release, covered his cock head with the graduated cylinder while squeezing and stroking harder on his prick. Aaron’s pelvic muscle spasmed again and another load of thick white cream screamed out of him. He continued to spasm one after the other as his body was racked by the orgasm. He had never came so hard or so long before in his life. The world was nothing but a blur as he felt himself discharge again and again. Nothing mattered to him but this moment. His body was on fire but he could still feel Susan’s soft hand firmly milking ever last drop out of him while Ms. Hawthorne’s feet and toes continuing to coax his balls for even more.

Eventually his pleasure subsided and Susan loosed her grip. She gave him a couple more quick squeezes and then wiped the tip of his cock off with the cylinder, collecting every last bit of the milky liquid. Ms. Hawthorne played with his ball sack for a minute more. Both were enjoying the feel of his tender flesh between her toes.

Soon Ms. Hawthorne withdrew her foot and straightened up in her chair. She had her fingers buried in her pussy the whole time and had nearly brought herself to orgasm too. She was still a mess however. Her cunt was dripping and her skirt was wet with pussy juice that had run down her ass. The fingers on her right hand were also soaked. She kept it below her desk but could still smell the strong musky aroma filling the room.

“I believe that will be sufficient,” Ms. Hawthorne spoke, her voice a little shakier than normal.

“Susan take that sample to my lab for analysis right away.”

“Yes Ms. Hawthorne,” Susan stood up and walked out of the room with the cylinder filled with Aaron’s sperm.

“Well, Aaron, I have class soon so meet me back here tomorrow and we will talk more about the job,” Ms. Hawthorne instructed him quickly as she gathered a couple binders and stood up.

Aaron, still in a daze at what just happened, could only give an approving nod as Ms. Hawthorne hurried out of the room. He would definitely be on time for this job tomorrow.

***

The next day Aaron strolled up to Ms. Hawthorne’s room ten minutes early. He would have arrived hours earlier if given the chance. He had done nothing but think of Ms. Hawthorne’s feet stroking his cock, all night. Even though Susan, gorgeous as she was, had physically got him off, it was Ms. Hawthorne that drove him wild. She had an aura about her that beamed with sexuality and experience. If she could drive him that wild, just with her feet…he smiled at what she could do with the rest of her body.

Ms. Hawthorne heard three quick raps on the door. She knew it was her new lab assistant Aaron. He would be her first male assistant and she found it difficult controlling herself around him. Yesterday during his evaluation, she had almost masturbated in front of him and Susan. Her research was already on the edge of morale acceptance so her professionalism was paramount if she were to keep her grant money. The University would not look kindly on a student teacher romance right now.

Still the young man turned her on. His dirty blonde hair, young face, and chiseled frame got her juices going but it was his naivety that attracted her most. She loved being in a position of power and control. Although it didn’t hurt that he was hung like a stallion either. Images of him ejaculating in her office yesterday had stayed with her late into the night. She had masturbated several times that night, wishing the mammoth dildos she plunged into her pussy were Aaron’s hard and pulsating cock. None of those dildos however had satisfied her lust. None of the ones she used last night, or this morning.

Three more knocks at the door. Ms. Hawthorne dissolved her fantasy and stood up.

“Come in.”

Aaron turned the knob and pushed the door in slowly. He looked around Ms. Hawthorne’s small, windowless office and found her standing behind her desk. At the very sight of her his loins began to stir. She was dressed similarly to yesterday, low V neck blouse showing off her incredible cleavage. A tight tee length skirt and closed toes heels. Aaron wished he could see her naked feet again. He wished he could watch as her beautifully curved toes wound their way up and down his cock as they did yesterday.

“Please come in Aaron, but don’t sit down,” She instructed, “we won’t be staying long.”

As Aaron closed the door behind him she picked up some papers and a pen from her desk and handed them to him.

“You have the job,” Ms. Hawthorne proclaimed, “and once you sign these I’ll put you to work.”

Aaron took the papers and sighed as he saw the endless columns of tiny typed paragraphs. He really didn’t want to read all this lawyerese.

“They are a basic confidentiality agreement,” Ms. Hawthorne explained when she noticed Aaron furrow his brow at the documents.

“They say you will not share with anyone what you witness or experience in my laboratory. My research is one of a kind and I can not risk it being leaked to the press until I have finished.”

“No problem,” Aaron replied as he leaned over to the desk and signed the paperwork. He figured keeping Ms. Hawthorne’s research a secret was going to be the easy part of this job.

“Excellent,” Ms. Hawthorne replied cheerily as she shoved the papers into a drawer, “now just follow me and I’ll give you the tour.”

They wandered out into the hall and Aaron followed obediently behind. He enjoyed watching her hips sway back and forth as she walked. Every small move, every curve of Ms. Hawthorne now excited him. He hoped they would be spending lots of time together during his new job, whatever it may be. Hopefully it involved pleasing Ms. Hawthorne sexually over and over again on the lab benches.

As Aaron studied Ms. Hawthorne’s rear, he neglected to see where she was leading him. They rounded corners, entered through several locked doors, and went down a flight of stairs. In the basement of the science building, they came to an elevator that Aaron had never seen before. He noticed there was no call-button for it, only a key slot. Ms. Hawthorne inserted a key she had been carrying and turned it. Immediately the doors slid silently open. They both entered and to Aaron’s surprise there were no buttons or floor indicators. There was no emergency stop or phone, just four shiny metal walls and a vent in the solid metal ceiling. The doors slid closed again and the elevator began to descend.

“Now Aaron,” Ms. Hawthorne began in her usual lecturing tone, “please do not be alarmed at what you see next. All of my assistants knew ahead of time what they enlisted for and they are all more than happy to work for me.”

“What do you mean?” Aaron asked.

“You will soon see. Just prepare yourself for anything.”

After about a minute, the elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened. They both stepped out and directly into Ms. Hawthorne’s laboratory. It was a large dark room, resembling that of a small aircraft hangar in size and shape. The walls and high curved ceiling were all painted black. Long, rectangular tables with various flask, beakers, and coils, some filled with bubbling colored liquids, were arranged randomly throughout the lab. Each table was illuminated by its own fluorescent light which was suspended low from the ceiling, leaving the empty spaces of the lab dark. Pipes and conduits, of varying sizes and textures, wove their way around the walls and ceiling to each lab bench in a twisted labyrinth. The sound of a large exhaust fan could be heard above as well as the periodic hissing of steam traps purging. The room smelled slightly like engine oil but Aaron thought he could even smell a salty, almost musky odor masked behind it.

The biggest difference between this lab and others of comparable mad scientists, were Ms. Hawthorne’s machines, arranged along the perimeter of the laboratory. Each was well lit with large spotlights, anchored from the ceiling, and fenced off with a short yellow guard rail. They were all different and from his distance Aaron could not discern what any of their functions were.

While Aaron studied the lab, Ms. Hawthorne slipped on her white lab coat and picked up a clipboard. When she led him to the first machine Aaron’s jaw almost hit the floor. As he approached it he realized a young woman was naked and splayed out on a shiny metal table. The table was positioned at about 20 degrees from the floor so that observers could get a complete view of her from the railing. The young woman was held fast to the table by padded leather straps on her wrists which held her arms out about 45 degrees from her body. Her legs where similarly tied down by her ankles but at a much greater angle, exposing her slippery wet slit and small patch of short black pubic hair. Thick padded straps also bound her waist, thighs, and neck so that she was afforded little to no movement.

Aaron also noticed a thin metallic probe that came up from a slit in the table between the girl’s knees. It was currently pointed at her pussy only a few inches away, but it seemed to have a mechanism that would allow it to be withdrawn under the table. Every ten seconds or so the probe would move forward and enter her. It thrust in and out of her a couple times and then move back to its original position. Every time the device touched her, the girl would let out a low grunt and her whole body would shudder uncontrollably.

Physically the girl was a knockout, although completely disheveled. Her straight, jet black hair was wet and strewn carelessly about the table and across her face and chest. It contrasted sharply with her flawless pale skin which was slick with sweat. This caused her whole body to glisten in the bright lights around her. Dark purple nipples stood hard and raised on her creamy white breasts, each the size of a grapefruit, and they rose and fell seductively with her breathing. Her dark eye makeup had begun to run down her cheeks and it gave her eyes a hallowed out look. Her checks were flushed red and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Her thin pink lips were chewed and raw and even her nose was running slightly.

“This is Angela,” Ms. Hawthorne spoke up finally, letting Aaron examine the girl for a few minutes, “she is participating in my pre-orgasmic study. This machine is designed to read and analyze the brainwaves of a subject as she is brought to the very edge of an orgasm, but never allowed to reach climax.”

Ms. Hawthorne opened a gate in the railing and moved beside Angela’s table, gesturing as she explained the various parts of the experiment.

“These electrodes here on her forehead monitor those brainwaves. After a baseline is determined the computer manipulates the probe there in her vagina. It stimulates her until just before it registers a climax, and then it backs off. In this way she is kept right on the edge of orgasm and I can study how she changes as time progresses.”

“How long has she been like this?” Aaron asked,

“Close to 72 hours now, but she is scheduled to stay for a total of five days. These IV drips in her arms supply her with the food and nutrients she needs to stay alive.”

The probe moved into her again, this time causing Angela to let out an audible moan. The sight of her breasts shaking and the vain bucking of her hips trying to impale herself on the intruding device made Aaron instantly hard. He studied the girl’s face intently. Her thin lips shivered as the pleasure built within her. Her eyes were closed as if she was sleeping but her face was somewhat contorted as if in pain.

“Is she alright?” Aaron asked concerned.

“I know she looks like she is in pain but trust me, it is quiet the opposite. She desires a release more than anything right now, but she is still in a high state of arousal. After the first 24 hours the body becomes so sensitive that the mind turns off all the other senses. She is conscious but can only focus on the pleasure of touch. Just the feel of the metal table against her skin, or the cooling air across her body stimulates her. Even her own breathing is giving her pleasure.”

“It is really remarkable what the human nervous system can handle. We have yet to see any adverse effects to such prolonged tests. The data actually suggests that it may beneficial. Many of my assistants report feeling quite refreshed and energized after they are finally allowed to climax and then rest for a while. You can even ask Susan about it when you see her again. She spent almost a full week on this table and has been begging me to let her go longer.”

Aaron’s eyes felt dry and he rubbed them. He was so enthralled at the sight of this beautiful girl, spread out before him and wracked with pleasure that he had forgotten to blink. He could not believe such experiments were done, especially at his school. He also felt sorry for the young girl on the table. She looked like she wanted to cum so badly and he wanted to give it to her. He wanted to wipe the sweat away from her breasts and taste the sweet juices that glistened all around her drenched pussy. He wanted to undo her restraints and enter her; ravage her. He wanted to watch her writhe underneath him in ecstasy as he plunged his cock deep inside her, finally bringing her to the orgasm she craved.

“Come this way,” Ms. Hawthorne interrupted his thoughts and waved him over to her next contraption.

As Aaron tore his eyes away from the lovely Angela, the probe moved into her again. Another moan escaped her ravaged lips as she bit down against the pleasure. Aaron thought she had said his name in her heat but he figured it was his imagination.

As approached the next experiment he noticed he had a full blown hard on causing a rather large lump in his jeans. He also noticed Ms. Hawthorne glance down at it as he approached her. He even thought he caught her smiling but as he got closer she looked away from him and up at her next invention.

“This is Rebecca,” Ms. Hawthorne announced proudly, “and this is the multi-orgasmic tank.”

The tank was essentially a glass cylinder filled with water. It stood roughly twelve feet high with a five foot diameter. It was attached at the bottom to a black steel rectangle just as wide and about three feet in height. A similar steel rectangle was situated on the top of the tank enclosing it. Pipes and wires ran randomly in and out and every couple of minutes, compressed air hissed and escaped in white plumes. The tank was lit from the inside by lights from the cap, illuminating the whole thing like a lantern.

Floating in the center of the tank was a completely nude Rebecca. She was slightly tanned and very thin. Her long red hair was fanned out and wafted behind her in some invisible current. Light freckles dusted her checks, nose, and forehead. Her face and mouth were covered with a breathing apparatus connected to the top of the tank by a winding hose. About a dozen individual wires were also connected to various parts of her body. Her eyes were closed and her arms floated limply next to her. Her breasts, although not very large, were still round and could be seen bobbing up and down slowly against her chest.

“She is unconscious at the moment,” Ms. Hawthorne began to explain. “Again, like Angela, she is in a long term experiment.”

“What are you testing?” Aaron asked studying Rebecca’s frail, almost life like body suspended in the tank.

“Here I am studying the effects and limits of consecutive orgasms,” Ms. Hawthorne stated proudly, “and this one of my more innovative and elaborate machines.”

“I can monitor her brainwaves, pulse, and muscle contractions via these electrodes,” Ms. Hawthorne pointed to some of the thin wires connected to Rebecca’s body, “I can also control her caloric and oxygen intake with the tubes over her mouth. To achieve the number of orgasm I want her to experience her oxygen ratio has to be higher than that of atmospheric air, and her caloric intake is about 10 times greater too.”

“Why is she underwater?”

“An excellent question. You see when I first began this experiment I used an apparatus similar to the one Angela is in now. I soon realized there was a limit to the number of orgasms a woman could achieve, based on the physical toll it takes on the human body. By using this tank I could remove the effects of gravity thereby relaxing much of the stress on her body. This allows her to increase the number and frequency of climaxes she can experience at any one time and over an extended period of time.”

As Ms. Hawthorne spoke Aaron noticed that Rebecca had begun moving her head slightly and her eyes began to flutter open.

“Ah, we are just in time,” Ms. Hawthorne spoke noticing too that Rebecca was waking up.

As they looked on, a large hissing sound could be heard coming from the metal platform. Several bubbles floated up from the bottom of the tank and danced around Rebecca’s body. This seemed to grab her attention and she looked down. Her eyes opened wide and she immediately got a panicked look on her face.

“Is she alright…”

“Just watch,” Ms. Hawthorne interrupted Aaron.

Through the bubbles something began to slowly rise from the bottom. It was a snake like contraption made up of a slick purple rubber with thin metallic bands spaced two to three inches apart. As it extended itself more into view it curved its length slightly revealing the metal bands as joints. The end of the contraption was a solids six inch phallus. At the very tip protruded almost invisible finger like appendages, no more than half an inch in length. Each finger seemed to wriggle independently of the others and about a half dozen or so where perched on the phallus’ tip.

It wormed its way up the side of the tank against the glass, approaching Rebecca until it was about a foot below her. Rebecca’s knees instantly snapped shut and she flailed her arms trying to get away. The tentacle paused in front of her and the thin fingers at the tip aligned together to form a mushroom like tip. It moved in closer to her crotch and poked at her clenched thighs, trying to get in between her legs. Rebecca would not open herself up and pushed back at the thing with her arms. The tentacle nudged and prodded but did not seem to be using much force to gain entry.

Aaron looked over at Ms. Hawthorne concerned for the girl, but she was busy jotting things down on her clipboard.

He looked back at the tank to find that the purple tentacle had backed off and floated a few feet away. At that same time another hissing sound and more bubbles filled in tank. Rebecca frantically looked around the bottom as four more identical tentacles quickly shot up towards her. Two wrapped around each of her ankles and gently pried them apart. The other two slid up her calf muscles and between her knees. As she weakened and her knees began to separate, these tentacles wrapped themselves around her thighs and slowly spread them apart.

She was now spread eagle in the tank, her legs fully extended with her feet pressed against the glass. Her pink treasure was now exposed to the world. Every soft fold, every sensuous ripple of her sex could be examined in detail. From the tank, Rebecca caught Aaron’s stare and was ashamed. Her panic had subsided and she hung her head, accepting her fate. The original tentacle moved forward until it made contact with her cunt. Surprisingly it lingered there rubbing its mushroom shaped head up and down along her swollen lips. Occasionally the fingers would break their shape and poke and prod her clit causing Rebecca to flinch.

Eventually it began to slip its tip deeper and deeper into Rebecca’s delicate folds until at last it made its way inside her. It proceeded tenderly, only going a couple inches at a time but never drawing itself out completely. Each time it dove a little bit deeper causing Rebecca to shudder and her thigh muscle’s to tighten. Soon the full six inch tip had penetrated her and it began to rotate slowly on its axis. Inside her, the small fingers broke their mushroom formation and began to gently massage the spongy walls of her vagina.

As the tentacle continued to increase the pace of its thrusts, the two tentacles that were wrapped around Rebecca’s ankles released them and made there way between her legs. One moved between her legs and latched onto her clit. Its small fingers rubbed and massaged her love button from different angles, causing Rebecca to arch her back in pleasure. The other moved underneath her and pointed its phallus at her ass. Its fingers formed a wedge which helped spread her firm, round checks as the tentacle nudged its way in.

Rebecca’s eyes, closed from erotic sensations in her pussy, snapped open suddenly from a jolt of pain as the tentacle squeezed itself into her anus. She could feel the tiny fingers massaging her rectum coaxing it to widen. Soon three inches had entered her back door and she could feel the two phalluses rubbing against each other through thin then membrane that separated her ass from her steaming cunt.

It wasn’t long until the tentacle had pushed itself a full 8 inches inside her rectum, stretching her painfully. The fullness she felt there only increased the sensitivity and tightness of her pussy on the other tentacle. She began to squeeze her vaginal muscles against it, in rhythm with the thrusts. Her eyes closed again and she let herself go in the sensations until she finally came with a muffled scream.

Rebecca’s hands were balled into fists and she flailed uncontrollably in the tank as the orgasm shook her. Eventually the tentacles slowed their movements and she came down off her high. As soon as she had calmed, however, the tentacles redoubled their efforts, going even faster than before as if they could sense Rebecca’s post orgasm sensitivity. She screamed as the overwhelming pleasure hit her again. Her pussy and clit seemed like they were on fire and the sensations were too much. Both tentacles tried to push deeper insider her orifices adding extra pressure to her overstressed body. Their tiny fingers lapped at her insides mercilessly, stimulating every nerve ending in both her genitals and anus.

Rebecca came again, this time even more violently than before. Her hands were squeezing her tits painfully, and her head was thrown back. Unlike her first, the tentacles did not slow down, but continued their assault. A third orgasm hit her, almost on top of the other. All her muscles where taught and her head began to spin. While riding this orgasm she could feel another climax building deep inside her. A fourth ripped through her and she was screaming uncontrollably into the face piece, although no one could hear her outside the tank. A half second behind, a fifth and final orgasm crashed into her causing her to black out, her brain shutting down, overloaded from the sensations.

As her body went limp the tentacles stopped. The machine had detected the drastic change in her brainwaves. The tentacle in her tortured rectum eased out gingerly and returned to the bottom of the tank. The one in her overstretched vagina slipped out easily and the fingers on her clit released the exhausted nub. Lastly the tentacles on her thighs unwound them selves and gently pushed her knees back together.

As the tentacles retreated, Aaron got a glimpse of her oversexed pussy. He had never seen one so red and swollen. It looked very raw and almost painful. He couldn’t help but get turned on as he stared at it though. He loved seeing a girl reach orgasm, and Rebecca had definitely found hers. He turned to Ms. Hawthorne, question racing in his mind but she began before he could open his mouth.

“I know what you are thinking Aaron, especially the way she resisted in the beginning, but let me explain how this works. Rebecca knew what she signed up for, she’s seen other girls go through the exact same thing and at no time was she in any physical harm. Although it was somewhat rough, I’ve found the small bits of pain balance out the extreme pleasure, allowing the brain to cope with even more. If you examine her, you’ll notice, although she is very raw, she is not bruised, cut or damaged in any way. She’s just exhausted.”

“The object of this experiment is to study the body and the mind’s reactions to repeated and intense stimuli. The machine will continue the procedure over when she awakens. This is the fourth time she’s passed out and it’s really amazing how close and fast her orgasms are getting.”

Aaron didn’t know what to say. Originally he had been concerned for the girl’s safety. It did look like she was being raped, but Ms. Hawthorne said she went into this voluntarily and fully aware.

“How much longer does she have in there?”

“She is nearing the end of the experiment,” Ms. Hawthorne answered flipping through some pages on her clipboard, “I believe she has at least one more day left.”

Aaron turned back to the tank and watched Rebecca float there. She looked the same as when he first stepped up to this machine, floating limply in the water, almost lifeless. He could only imagine the physical exhaustion and he felt sorry for her.

At the same time, something inside him was sexually fascinated. During the whole ordeal he had been unconsciously rubbing himself through his jeans. Watching the frail, young girl take on so much turned him on immensely. His cock ached for a climax of its own and he wondered how he fit into Ms. Hawthorne’s experiments. So far all he had been shown were young women undergoing extraordinary amounts of sexual stress. Maybe she was looking to expand to the male sex organs and he was her subject.

The clicking of Ms. Hawthorne’s heels on the concrete floor told him that she was moving on to the next experiment. He rearranged his erection to minimize his embarrassing buldge and followed her.

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