0 comments/ 63699 views/ 20 favorites Margaret's Experimental Orgasms By: Bunnymaster Margaret lay naked on the articulated exam table. Eric was casually glancing at her shaved pudendum when Dr. Hairison announced, "Eric, you know Margaret's preference for the demonstration." "No Dr., what's that?" "She's asked to be draped from the waist up." "But Dr., there are some responses that are only indicated through the constriction of specific facial muscles." "Never the less Eric, Margaret has made her preference clear. She's modest Eric. Can you respect that? Her wishes are final. Besides," he said, looking Margaret in the eyes," Margaret knows how important the demonstration is today. She won't let me down." Margaret smiled and blushed as he said it. It was true there was no way she'd intentionally let him down. As that thought crossed her mind she tilted her chin down as far as the restraint securing her neck allowed and observed that her nipples were already pointing toward the ceiling. "Margaret," Dr. Hairison said, "I've been called out on an emergency." Margaret shook her head. "You're such a great..., uh, team player Margaret. It should be an hour or so before the Deans and others get here. I'll do my very best to be back here in time for the demonstration." Margaret knew further funding for his research depended on the demonstration. Margaret had become a true believer. Dr. Hairison was on to something and she would sacrifice to make sure he could follow his vision. It's just that the whole experiment felt different unless he was in the lab. She remembered the last time he'd left the lab to monitor the data streaming in from the sensors. Hah! All it did was give Eric a chance to pervert Dr. Hairison's work. Dr. Hairison was always patient and waited for Margaret's feedback before he advanced in an experiment's stages. Not Eric. He showed no compassion toward her, what-so-ever. When Eric ran the lab she was nothing more than a human Guinea Pig. The last time he'd just ... she didn't want to think about the last time. Eric had gotten so weird. When Dr. Hairison was around he behaved. When the Dr. was away Eric went through a complete personality change. It didn't matter though, Dr. Hairison said he'd be back and Margaret trusted him. Sessions always started the same way. The Dr. would have Margaret undress, and then lie on the table. Before he came in, the Dr. always gave her a few minutes to get used to being naked in the exam lab. He'd come in with his clipboard, fasten her down to the table, and then ask how she was feeling. God, she laughed to herself, how'd she ever gotten here. Margaret was a social worker, and because of her background the university had contacted her in its sweep of likely candidates for their experiments in human sexual response. She thought she was open to change and new ways of understanding human problems. She'd been out drinking, with some social worker friends, in Madison. They'd dared each other into the intake process. After the intake interviews only Margaret remained. She sat through long question and answer sessions about sex and sexual preferences. She'd thought about quitting. There was so much effort involved in driving into Madison. She decided to stick with it for a while because it answered some questions she'd always had. Then Dr. Hairison introduced himself. It became ...intriguing. He seemed so kind compared to Eric. Eric was arrogant, but attractive in a kind of cold blooded way. When the actual lab experiments started Margaret was unprepared. They were like nothing she had ever experienced before. They could make her feel so...what was the word? Complete, no...fulfilled, no... that wasn't it either. Melting? It didn't matter. Months of experiments passed. Now on the crucial day, when he was going to put his hypothesis before all the people in the university who mattered, he'd been called away. Margaret stuck out a petulant lower lip. Margaret made up her mind; she would do her best to insure that Dr. Hairison got the audience he deserved. Just then Eric sidled up to the articulated exam table. "Hello Margaret. Do you have plenty of fluids in you?" "Why, Eric?" She didn't like Eric and her tone of voice made this abundantly clear. Well," He smirked, "We don't want you running dry in the middle of an important demonstration like this. You remember the time that happened. We were about three hours into a very intense session. Then due to your lack of foresight we had to quit. Obviously we don't want anything like that today." Dr. Hairison had always glossed over her running dry that time, but Eric always used it to try to point out some flaw in her abilities. Still she knew what was expected of her and how important today was to Dr. Hairison so she'd had plenty of water before she got to the lab. Eric said, "I think we'd better check the articulation of the bed and your electric connections before the dignitaries get here." With that he hit a switch. Margaret, her legs, abdomen arms and neck secured, was automatically spun 180 degrees, from the supine to face down. She never hung, the articulated table shifted its bonding and support mechanisms from over to under. As soon as she was flipped, the table automatically provided support. The articulated table held her in what she could only describe as the doggy position. It was embarrassing to be in that position, naked in front of Eric. He was so arrogant and had to be nearly twenty years her junior. Eric approached her from behind. "All snug Margaret?" he asked in a snotty tone. He didn't wait for an answer but went to her bound hands. He pulled lightly on what Dr. Hairison had told her were monitors that picked up galvanic skin response, in plain terms the level she was perspiring under any given conditions. "These seem properly affixed." The he moved toward her midsection. "Why Margaret, didn't Dr. Hairison mention the nipple clamps?" Eric asked as he casually flicked her dangling nipples. He'd never treat her this way in Dr. Hairison's presence. He'd never touch an erogenous zone in such a random fashion. Suddenly it began to sink in just how vulnerable she was Dr. Hairison's absence. The constraining nature of the table had been adequately explained by Dr. Hairison, it was to prevent her disconnecting any vital monitoring devices. Now in Eric's presence this scientific instrument began to take on gothic overtones. There was no denying it, Eric was in control. At least until Dr. Hairison returned or the Regents and others arrived. Exactly how they'd get her out of her predicament wasn't something she'd fully contemplated, but she wasn't concerned about that just yet. There was the matter of Eric moving further down her body. "Janice," Eric called. A tall, slim, attractive blond in her early twenties entered the lab. Dr. Hairison had never allowed Janice in lab before when Margaret was naked. "Janice will you bring in the nipple clamps with the pneumatic sensors and the all the labia clamps, please?" "Coming right up." She returned quickly with a tray covered by a piece of white linen. "Would you assist me please Janice?" Eric asked. "Oh I'd be glad to," There was something in the way she said it that put Margaret on edge. She'd never seen eye to eye with Janice either. Margaret had snubbed her and Janice, like Eric, always treated Margaret, as a human guinea pig, beneath normal consideration. "Nipple Clamp please," Eric stated crisply. Janice handed him one, but he continued teasing her nipples. "Janice, "Eric said," will you install the lubrication sensors. Check them as I apply the nipple clamps. Yes, that's right; insert them using your middle digit. Yes, yes, put them right in her, uhm, er, vagina. Splendid! That's it. Note any moisture in the records, please. Watch closely now as I attach here. With this particular subject I suspect there'll be an immediate response." Why was he implying to that she was special or out of the ordinary. This was all wrong Margaret thought. The only one who'd ever checked her lubrication besides Dr. Hairison was Eric and that was only under the Dr.'s strictest guidance. To have Janice do this was humiliating, not to mention Eric's choice of words and his tone. On the other hand Dr. Hairison had often complimented her in the past on her extraordinary responses and he had done so in front of Eric. Eric called her a "particular subject". Eric pinched her nipples and tugged them, while making no pretense that he was in any way putting on the clamps. He was purposely manipulating her nipples. Margaret was becoming upset. "Eric what do you think you're doing?" Eric grabbed both of her nipples and slowly tugged them as far as he could. Then he let go and they recoiled back into position. "Listen Margaret," Eric said in the nastiest way, 'you're going to lie back, shut up and enjoy it or you'll see the Dr.'s work go down the drain. Do you understand what I'm saying cunt?" He smiled and looked at Janice. "You stuck up bitch," Janice said, "the Dr. isn't here to look out for you now. Do you know how long Eric and I have been waiting for this day? You always come on so smug, we're sick of you and... well we've got this all set up for you today. Dr. Hairison won't be back on time. Eric and I are going to have some fun with you, give the Regents one hell of a show and if you in any way try to stop us, we'll edit the demonstration's video so Dr. Hairison will think you cost him his grant. I'm not really worried though from what I've seen of your video records you'll probably love it." "That's right Margaret," Eric sneered, "and I'll be conducting the demo today and I've dreamed up a couple new wrinkles that will have you soaking." He began manipulating her nipples again. Clamped as securely as she was, there was nothing Margaret could do but moan as the lab assistant milked her nubbins. "How about it Janice, any pussy juice yet?" "You've got be kidding. You've seen her tapes. This cunt got wet as soon as I stuck my finger up her snatch. Hell, when you began tugging on her nipples the juice started running down her legs. She's such a slut." Margaret knew neither this talk nor this kind of procedure was proper. Dr. Hairison assured her the video tapes were like a medical record-very private. Janice was saying she'd seen them and that wasn't right. Besides no one ever used common street terms in the lab, it just wasn't done. Here Janice was talking about her "snatch" and calling her the "C" word. Things were spinning out of control. Eric finally attached her nipple clamps. He moved to the rear. Margaret watched him in the lab's convex mirror. He stood looking over Janice's shoulder. "How's her puss?" "Sloppy," Janice said and snickered. "OK, record your observations in the book and then we'll get these clamps on that hot little box of hers." The sloppy comment made Margaret's eyes sting. She knew it was true though. Eric's nipple tugging had gotten her cunt wet. She felt every tug generate an electric impulse that went directly to her clit. She was without recourse, stuck with her ass in the air and her cunt dripping. They'd verbally tormented her, along with pulling her nipples and fingering her cunt. With Eric conducting the demo she knew anything was possible. "Here we go Margaret," Eric said, "it's going to be a little different this time. Oh we'll be putting on the labia clamps per usual procedure but I'm going measure the blood engorgement of your clit, so we'll start you out with a clit clamp too. Janice snickered. "Measuring the clit's blood engorgement not unlike the labia clamps indicates your level of arousal. I think it'll get your attention. See what you think." At that Eric began to manipulate her clit with the tip of his index finger. Rolling it like a marble in oil. Despite her restraints Margaret began to move her hips (as much as her clamped down position allowed) in time to Eric's stroking of her love button. "You see this Janice?" "God, she's such a slutty bitch," Janice sneered. "I've got to go along with the Doc though; we've never had a subject like her." Eric removed his finger. Slowly Margaret ceased her hunching. "Watch this Janice." Eric reached under Margaret with two hands. He skinned back the hood of her clit with one hand and screwed down the clamp with the other. "Don't worry Margaret, it won't hurt too much until your clit swells... you know, becomes blood engorged." With all the clamps in place Eric began moving around her body, attaching the electronic leads. "Janice, please go to the monitoring station. Make sure my notes are being electronically transcribed; get the camera's rolling and standby." "OK Margaret, I'm going to check your G spot response," Eric said, as he looked to Janice in the glassed in control booth. "You're getting this, right? Establish a baseline for nipples, clit, labia and lubrication sensors. Check the resets on those as soon as you get a read." Janice nodded. Eric slipped his thumb into Margaret's sopping pussy and pressed down on the anterior wall of her vagina. He began slowly, picking up the pace until he was rapidly pistoning his thumb over her G spot. Eric listened to the nipple, clit, labia and lubrication monitors as they beat in discordant but increasing frequency. In form it was just like so many experiments in the lab, but with Eric in charge so different. Eric never had this kind of control, even when the Dr. had allowed him to do the physical manipulations. Margaret felt the roller coaster feeling of excitement building in her stomach and as it did her clit began to swell, just like Eric said it began to hurt. "Please Eric, the clamp on my clitoris. It hurts," Margaret said. "Yeah," Eric said," It'll hurt a lot worse if you come. My advice is don't." Even as he said it Eric picked up the tempo on her G spot. All monitors had reached their peak frequency. "Kill and reset the monitors Janice." Margaret felt the clamp on her clit dig in as her passion began to boil over. She'd become too acclimated to the lab not to get excited, even if it was Eric. This time some crucial variables had changed. Dr. Hairison had never put a clamp like that on her clit. Just as she started hunching into it for everything she was worth, Janice came over the PA," Her napkin ring is beginning to clamp." Eric stopped. Margaret had heard that before, it meant she was close to orgasm. Were they purposely teasing her? Is this how they were going to treat her? Eric flipped Margaret and the articulated bed back into the supine position. He hit another button and it raised her knees well above her hips. Simultaneously it spread her legs. Eric moved in between her knees and gently tugged at the clamp on her clit. "How'd you like this Margaret?" Margaret turned her head away. Eric was such a creep. She was going to tell Dr. Hairison when he returned. "You want this demo to go off well for Doc's, sake don't you?" Margaret hated this snotty jerk but she shook her head, blushing in assent. She did want things to go well for Dr. Hairison. "Great," Eric said. "Now we're going take a look at the demo object choices for today. We'll try them and I'll need you to tell me which one strikes your fancy the best." Eric slid a finger into her hole, physically checking her moisture and removed the lubrication sensor. Then he picked up a medium sized zucchini encased in a condom. Slowly he pressed it against her gooey cunt lips and slowly it slid in. Eric worked it slowly watching Margaret's face for signs. As her cunt moistened he picked up the pace, listening to the monitors accelerating frequency reflecting of the various indicators of her arousal. "What do you think Margaret? What's the word on the zucchini? Does it scratch your itch? Do those little nubs on it get to you?" He didn't wait for an answer but just kept pumping the big warty vegetable in and out. "Got a read on that Janice? I'm going to switch." Next he held up a good sized leek. Margaret had experienced the smooth cylindrical shape of the leek before. It was cool and filled her so perfectly. She got wetter as soon as he held it before her eyes. It slid in fast with no resistance. Soon Eric was banging her with it and Margaret was meeting his strokes. "Janice, check this out. Look at the bitch get into this. She's having too much fun. You kinda like this, huh Margaret? Doesn't Doc have the video of her with the leek in a file?" "Hold on," Janice said, her voice coming over the P.A. "Oh yeah," she said," Yep, I've got it pulled up, that's one he saved. Margaret looked up at Eric. "Can you put a vibrator on my clit please?" She asked. "Not yet Margaret, we're going to save the fireworks for our guests. Remember the demonstration is the thing. We're not experimenting today; this show is for them, not you." He began slowing the leek's frigging motion. "Janice, you ever seen this?" He pushed the leek in until it bottomed out. He gently lifted once then twice so the curve of its side bumped her clit. Then he let go. A second or two passed. Margaret was beside herself. The leek's coolness felt so good in her cunt. Why couldn't the little bastard just give it a few more strokes? She was almost there. Futilely she tried to hump the leek, but it merely moved with her, offering no resistance or satisfaction. "Janice, are you getting this on tape? This has got to be the hottest cunt we've ever had in the lab. Don't you love the way that leek is just snugged into her cunt?" He'd never dare talk so filthy in front of the Dr. Eric's filthy words were having a surprising impact. It embarrassed Margaret yet soaked her pussy at the same time. This was a strange avenue. "You know it," Janice replied. "Doc's going to love this shot. What do think it implies Eric, theoretically of course?" "I think it implies we've got some kind of freak on our hands. How about it Margaret, how would it be if I just gave the leek a couple more tugs? Really Margaret what do you think about having the leek in your cunt? Couple more tugs?" "Yes...please." Eric's dirty talk had Margaret blushing, she felt her face burn. Still she was getting into it and confessed to Eric, "I really like the leek." "Why Margaret, why?" "It's big, I like the way it feels, I like the coolness of it, and... I uh..." "Janice are you picking up this audio, go on Margaret what else, if you tell me maybe I'll have Janice bring down the vibrator." "I like that it doesn't belong there." "What do you mean Margaret?" as Eric asked, he moved closer and tugged ever so slightly on the leek. Margaret instantly hunched her hips at the leek. "Tell me Margaret, what do you mean it doesn't belong there?" "It's a foreign object there," Margaret said, blushing, "it gets me going, just the idea of having it in my pussy." "Okay Margaret," Eric said, rubbing the front of his pants through his lab coat, "now that's data we can use. Janice come down here please and bring another cold leek." Janice brought the leek on another surgical tray. Margaret watched her all the way, her eyes riveted to the leek. Eric hit the switch and flipped the bed and placing Margaret back into the doggy position. "Janice... Margaret told me she likes it dirty." "That's not what I said, Eric." "C'mon, Margaret, let's not split hairs. It's what you meant. Janice, get me the heating lube." Eric took the gel and rubbed it generously over Margaret's upturned asshole and cunt. Margaret made some low mewling sounds. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to stick the leek you've warmed up in your ass. When we get that worked in I'm going to fuck the cold one into your sloppy pussy. Then I'm going to use the leeks to fuck both your holes simultaneously. If you behave I might let Janice finger your clit a little." Margaret was unsure if it was the lube or Eric's words, it didn't matter, her cunt and ass were burning. Eric pressed the leek against her sphincter. It slid in with ease. "Christ Janice," Eric said," this slut is the perfect subject. Have you ever seen an anal penetration of this size go in so easily?" Margaret's Experimental Orgasms The leek was fantastic in her ass. Then Eric slowly slid the cold one past the portal of her cunt. The shockingly cold leek contrasted so completely with the heat of the lube she thought she'd die. It was just too much. Eric began stroking the cold one in her cunt. Oh Christ it was hitting her in the G spot. He started stroking the leek in her ass. The two combined to rub her perineum. The sensations were so overwhelming she thought she was going to pee. The monitors peaked. Janice moved forward and caught Margaret's clit between her index and middle finger, pinching and jagging at the same time. Margaret couldn't hold back any longer. "Let Go Janice, our guests are here," Eric said, pulling both leeks quickly and simultaneously from her gaping ass and cunt. Janice let go of Margaret's clit and brushed her hair back from her face. "You don't mind...do you Margaret?" Margaret was panting, "Dr. Hairison would never leave me like this." Janice bent low, right into Margaret's face and said, "Well Dr. Hairison's not here now. Eric and I are running the show and you're going to go along with that. Right, Margaret?" Margaret began to nod her head in assent when Eric said," She's going along with it because it's right up her alley. You're ready to give these old birds a show aren't you Margaret. You can't wait to see what Janice and I have in store for you, can you?" Eric stuck his finger in Margaret's love canal. "She's soaked." "OK lab rat," Eric said, looking at Janice, "you want to hear a theory? Here's what going on with Margaret and her soppy box. She loves it dirty. She's going to be center stage in the dirtiest show she can imagine and it's soaking her cunt. She's getting off on the whole idea. Am I wrong Margaret?" Margaret blushed but said nothing. "Margaret, answer me am I wrong?" Margaret tried to answer but couldn't get her tongue to speak. Blushing, looking as far away from the young lab workers as her neck restraint permitted, Margaret nodded her head. "You liked having Janice watch you get fucked with vegetables. Didn't you? You liked her frigging your clit too. Didn't you? You're aching for more and you know what Margaret? Before today is over you'll beg for more. Won't you?" "Answer me Margaret, answer me or Doc will pay the price." "Yes", Margaret said. "Yes what?" Eric hissed. "I do like it. I like when Janice watches. I like you fucking me with the vegetables. I liked her frigging my pussy... I, I, I like it when you call my pussy dirty names and yes I want more." "But," Eric said, "are you going to beg for more?" Very sheepishly, Margaret, with her eyes half closed, said, "I'll do what ever you tell me Eric." It was the first time since she'd been coming to the lab that she'd addressed Eric by name. Eric got a glint in his eye, he knew right then that this woman, twenty years his senior, was going to allow him to debase her in any fashion he suggested. She'd probably love it. And he knew he could get away with her complete humiliation in front of the distinguished assembly, as long as he maintained the pretense of scientific endeavor. He and Janice wheeled the now draped Margaret into the surgical amphitheater. Margaret was covered chin to toe in linen sheets, only her face was visible. Eric addressed the crowd in the amphitheater's shadows. They were seated in an arc but obscured by the operating room's bright lights. "We're going to put forward a couple hypotheses for your consideration today", Eric said. Unfortunately Dr. Hairison was called out on an emergency but my assistant and I will be working directly from his paper." Margaret guessed maybe there were a half dozen observing her. "We have here a very unique subject for study. Margaret is a healthy middle aged woman in seemingly all respects." Eric reached into the seats, handing each man a sheet with her vital statistics. "Where she differs is that she has a very potent libido. She's been gracious enough to work with us this past year. We've explored the far reaches of human sexual response. Margaret would you like to tell the gentlemen some of your experiences in our program?" "I don't know what to say," Eric gave her a stern look, "except Dr. Hairison and Eric have shown me things I never would have imagined... and our work together has been very enjoyable for me." Eric smiled. "Gentlemen, first we'd like to acquaint you with some of the monitors we'll be using today and what they mean. If you look up on this screen," Eric said pointing at one of the bank of monitors facing the seated guests," you'll see four different lines. Each line indicates a different facet of Margaret's arousal." Eric removed the drapes and exposed Margaret's naked body. He then picked up a small copper colored vibrator and placed it close to Margaret's right nipple. "With stimulation Margaret's nipples will swell. As their swelling increases this line on the monitor will become spikier and this tone will increase in frequency." Eric touched vibrator to her right nipple. A tone began increasing in tempo with the forth line on the spectators' screen. Soon there was an increase in her clit's line and tone. "As you can see," Eric said, "stimulating her nipples has a direct impact on the level of clitoral response, this had always been suspected but our experiments have provided empirical data to confirm this theory." Eric removed the vibrator and both lines slowly flattened. "Another theory we've been able to prove is that women, definitely do respond in a sexual way to the spoken word. Or in common parlance, they like dirty talk. If Dr. Fried will assist us for a moment we'll again back our theory with incontrovertible evidence." Eric looked up at the control booth. "Janice reset the monitors to the baseline please." The beeping stopped and all lines on the monitor flattened. Dr. Fried came down from the viewing area and stood near Eric. Margaret recognized the name and craned her neck as much as the restraints permitted. Oh Christ, she thought, it's my gynecologist. Is this a trick of Eric's? Can Dr. Fried really be a Regent? This was too much. Margaret couldn't imagine her gynecologist seeing her enjoy sexual stimulation. It was one thing having him examine her in an asexual setting, but having him seeing her orgasm (and she'd been in the lab long enough to know that was going to happen) was mortifying. It was like tearing down a wall in her life. Eric picked up a laser pointer. "What's going to happen now is I'm going to point at various erogenous zones on Margaret's body and Dr. Fried will identify them, first using clinical names and then following up with street terms. What we'd like you gentlemen to do is watch the monitors. Previous experiments have indicated that the mere street names of body parts or the street terms associated with acts involving these body parts will illicit an increase in the monitors readings. Shall we begin Dr. Fried? Eric aimed the laser at Margaret's right breast then her left. Dr. Fried began, "He's pointing to her mammary glands." This isn't too bad Margaret thought, but she knew it never ended here. Soon he'd... "Commonly referred to as hooters," Dr Fried intoned, "howitzers, knockers, lulus, lung-nuts, tits, sweater dandies, tamales, tatas, or fuck udders." The last one got to Margaret, the words fuck and udders put together gave her a twinge and her clit and lubrication monitor began slowly beeping. Soon her nipple monitor joined at a lower frequency. Eric used the laser to point to her labia. Dr. Fried said, "Labia Majora, commonly called..." Margaret felt her face redden. She couldn't take this, not from her Dr. ... "Pink flaps, wings of the vulva, palace gates, columns of Venus, cunt flaps." Margaret inhaled hard on that one. The monitors picked up. Eric checked the monitors. "There you see it gentlemen. Her clitoris is swelling, vaginal lubrication is picking up. Solid evidence our subject here is being aroused. Do go on Dr. Fried." "...front doors, outer lips, hanging bacon, fuck flaps." That caused a spike. Eric hit a control button and the articulated bed parted her knees to the extent that her labia parted. Eric moved the laser's dot inside her spread lips until it landed on her labia minora. Dr. Fried said, "Frenum of the clitoris, or crus, commonly referred to as butterflies, crotch cheese..." The monitors again picked up in tempo. Margaret blushed. She wanted to die, the fact that her gynecologist knew this dirty talk was getting to her, and it was so demeaning. "...or vaginal vestibule, during foreplay these flaps may swell." Eric spotlighted her clitoris. "Ah," Dr. Fried sighed, "our old friend the clitoris, this organ gentlemen is the seat of stimulation, would you like street terms Eric, or street terms for acts associated with the clitoris?" "Let's begin with the street names please," Eric said, "then we'll get into the acts." "The clitty, boy in the boat, love bud, love blossom, peeping sentinel, hot spot, baby in the boat, man in the boat, little shame tongue..." The monitors picked up in pace. The Regents leaned forward. Margaret let out a soft sigh that Janice amplified for the guests. Dr. Fried went on, "Sugar stick, sugar hill, bridle string, trigger, tender button, sugar button, praline, one man band or prawn of pleasure." "Janice, can you give us a respiratory increase percent, please?" Eric asked. "20% on the, um, nose." "Interesting, isn't it gentlemen? How about you Margaret?" "Yes Eric," Margaret said in a questioning tone. "How are you doing?" "All right," she muttered softly but Janice had it amplified and the huskiness of her voice was quite apparent. Margaret was in a fight. On one hand she felt ashamed but at the same time her guts were churning with heat. This dirty talk was making her feel light headed. "So Dr.," Eric inquired," does the clitoris conjure up some acts for you?" "Oh my yes Eric," the Dr. said, stepping closer to Margaret, patting her subdued hand. "Let's see... licking the clitoris is medically termed cunnilingus but the street terms are wide and varied. We have clam diving, chewing the she fat, going south, muff munching, parting the fuzz, brushing ones teeth, although as we can all see Margaret here has shaved her perineal area so that wouldn't fit in her case." Margaret felt her face burn at this personal reference, yet she felt the heat in her groin and heard the monitors' increase. She felt the rate of her breathing increase and wished she was free to cover her face. There was just no escape. "... Eating the beaver, tongue fucking, talking to the boat people, speaking in tongues, pussy nibbling..." Eric spread her knees still farther and dropped the spot of the laser on her vaginal entrance. DR. Fried paused, took a deep breath and went on "The vagina, among the multitude of common references we'll find such terms as passion hole, honey pit, lamb pie, snapping turtle, joxy, lili, lotus, love box, love cleft, love grotto, ho cake, hog eye, ..." "Great Dr.,' Eric interrupted, "Now for acts associated with the vagina." I'm sure you're all familiar with the term coitus, for sexual congress between the sexes, or in the rich patois of the streets: grousing in the goody, churning butter, shake the sheets, play night baseball, horizontal jog, chamber games ..." "Eric," Janice broke in, "the monitors have peaked." "Gentlemen, to use another street term and according to our monitors," Eric said, "Margaret is turned on. Margaret is this an accurate take on your situation?" Quietly, but amplified so all could hear it, above Margaret's ragged breathing, she replied "Yes." "At this juncture I'm going to remove Margaret's clitoral and lubrication monitors. They'll provide no more meaningful information and the clitoral monitor causes some discomfort." Eric stepped up between her parted legs and slowly began unscrewing the clitoral clamp. As he proceeded he lightly pinched her clit, causing a sharp and audible intake of air. "Better Margaret?" "Yes, thank you Eric." Eric reached into her vaginal opening and removed her lubrication monitor. He held it up before the crowd like a trophy. "This will interfere with the upcoming stages of the demonstration as you'll see in just a bit." In order for you to appreciate the next stage of our demonstration we'll need to establish a visual baseline for you. We're going to show you, via these two monitors, that we can graphically demonstrate the clamping of the napkin ring muscles. These signals indicate the immediate onset of what we commonly term a clitoral orgasm. This type of orgasm manifests itself in the muscles near the mouth of the vagina. Please watch your monitors. Dr. Fried, would you mind assisting me again?" "No not at all," the gynecologist said. Margaret new what was coming as she watched Eric hand her Dr. the vibrator. Strangers were going to be watching her. She knew that shortly after her gynecologist applied the vibrator she'd be coming in front of the crowd. Dr. Fried stepped between Margaret's parted thighs and at Eric's direction applied the copper colored buzzer to her little clit. Eric watched for a few seconds waiting for Margaret to get into it. He listened. When the tempo of her breathing picked up he said, "One of the reasons she's been such a great subject for us here in the lab and this may seem surprising gentlemen, Margaret will be able to orgasm in front of you in just seconds with no compunction what so ever. Isn't that right Margaret?" Margaret was breathing hard but managed to say," It should be no problem Eric, I think I'm starting to feel it now." "Excellent Margaret. Now gentlemen watch this area of the monitor. It looks like the napkin ring is beginning to contract. Watch what happens when Dr. Fried removes the stimulus." Dr. Fried reluctantly pulled the small vibrator away from Margaret's clit. Margaret sucked in air. There was a murmur from the visitors as they followed the changes on the screen. "Now in fairness to Margaret we should carry on here, but I wanted you to be able to follow the progress of her orgasm on the monitor. It's crucial to a later stage of our demonstration today." "Margaret would you like us to resume?" "Yes Eric, I'd like that." Dr. Fried re-applied the little vibrator's head to Margaret's clit. In one minute and thirty five seconds Margaret was coming and cooing. More murmurs went up from the spectators. Eric re-ran the tape of the orgasm. "Please note the size of the waves. This was her first orgasm today so we should see a rise in intensity as the demonstration continues, particularly as we change stimulus. This is your first orgasm today, isn't it Margaret?" "That may have sounded unkind gentlemen, but with the strength of her libido she does masturbate quite a bit, so it is imperative that we check. So Margaret, have you masturbated yet today?" "No Eric, not today, not yet," Margaret muttered. She couldn't believe he was being this cruel, she was being completely exposed. Eric was heartless. "There are two more stages we'll be exploring today gentlemen. In this next stage we're going to up the ante. Senator Fitzroy, could you come down here please? I'm literally going to need another pair of hands," Eric said. Margaret wanted to die. This was her state Senator. She'd worked on his last campaign but quit prematurely in disgust when he'd tactlessly tried to grope her. Eric was allowing him to participate, to see her naked, to see her come. "That's great thank you Senator," Eric said, motioning the Senator up near Margaret's waist. Eric hit a switch and the articulated bed flipped her into the doggy position. Eric stepped around the Senator and removed the nipple sensors from Margaret's breasts. "Gentlemen as we've demonstrated earlier the nipples are an important adjunct to female stimulation. Senator I'm going to need you to manually stimulate Margaret's nipples in this next phase. The Dr. will be using the vibrator on her clitoris and I'm going to be using my thumb to manipulate her G-spot." There was another murmur from the seated dignitaries. "Gentlemen during the next phase of the demonstration you'll be able to see by watching the monitors the difference between the clitoral and G-spot orgasm. I want you particularly to watch the difference in vaginal muscle contractions. With the clitoral orgasm you saw the monitor indicating the contraction of muscles at the entrance of the vagina this time you'll see all the muscles surrounding the vagina contracting in concert. Dr. Fried you may begin, Senator Fitzroy," Eric said nodding at the eager politician. The Senator literally bent to the task as he reached his right arm around Margaret's back to get a firm grasp on her right nipple. As he pinched her left nipple, he bent close to her ear and whispered, "There'll be no running off now, eh Maggie? I'm going to like this and you can bet I'm going to be looking you right in the eyes. I think you're going to like this too... bitch." "Keep your eyes on the monitors Gentlemen," Eric said as he inserted his thumb into her love canal. Not a single spectator was watching the monitors as Eric began working on her pussy. Slow at first and steadily working up speed. He knew Margaret's cunt as well as she did. Though he'd never tell her this, there was nothing he liked better than watching her lose it as she approached orgasm. "That's right Dr. Fried vary the pressure. Senator, alter the stimulation, don't neglect the aureoles, lots of nerve endings there." Margaret's head was swimming in a combination of shame and passion. A man she loathed was tugging mercilessly on her nipples, mauling her tits, her gynecologist was caught up in stimulating her clit and that rotten Eric was stroking her G-spot for all he was worth and some where in the murk half a dozen spectators were watching her being fucked by not one but three men simultaneously. Then it began to build. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Margaret chanted not caring who heard her. Eric looked up to the control booth and saw Janice signal him by drawing her hand across her throat. Suddenly Eric stopped thumbing her cunt and pulled the Dr.'s hand back, ending the stimulation of her clit. The Senator sensed this and reluctantly followed suit, letting go of her tits. "Why...," Margaret moaned in desperation. "Don't stop...please." "Gentlemen," Eric said, sweat glistening on his brow, "now we'll demonstrate the effectiveness of verbal stimulation during an actual sex act." Turning to Margaret, he said, "Margaret would you like us to resume?" "Yes," she demanded, "you fuckers, fuck me." "First ask Senator Fitzroy to grab your tits." "Please," Margaret pleaded, "please grab my nipples again Senator, please." The Senator looked to Eric, who nodded. The Senator took a nipple in each hand and rhythmically began milking them. "Now Margaret, ask Dr. Fried to resume with the vibrator." "Oh Dr.," Margaret sobbed, "Please put the vibrator back on my clit." As she felt it touch her tender pink bud she cooed out, "Oh yeah, work it." "And Margaret... do you want me to fuck your G-spot again?" "Yes you dirty fucker, FUCK MY CUNT NOW!!!" Eric resumed lustfully, rubbing her G-spot fast and hard. Soon Margaret was chanting again, "Oh, God, oh God, oh God, fuck, fuck, shit, shit." Eric looked up to the booth and watched Janice for the signal. Janice, eyes on the control room monitors, wound up her arm and pointed her index finger at Eric. Eric shouted above the crescendo of Margaret's delirious screams, "Now Gentlemen watch the screens." Not a single head looked up. All eyes were pinned to the convulsing Margaret. Her vagina was madly contracting around Eric's thumb, forcing air from her cunt in audible gasps. Still she kept chanting and thrashing. Dr. Fried knowing she'd orgasmed looked to Eric. Eric jutted his chin in a way that compelled Fried not to let up. The Senator needed no such urging. He continued mauling Margaret's tits and whispered in her ear, "You're such a fucking slut; I can't believe you're such a fucking slut, you're a fucking slut aren't you?" Margaret's Experimental Orgasms "Yes," Margaret answered," I am a slut, fuck me, fuck me, you bastards." Janice kept shifting her gaze from the monitors to Margaret and back again. The monitors showed five major G-spot orgasms and seven, possibly eight minor clitoral orgasms before Margaret quit chanting. Sobbing and trying to catch her breath, she ceased meeting Eric's thumb strokes. Eric signaled the others to quit. Eric and the Senator were both sweating profusely. Dr. Fried looked pale and shaken. The room was silent except for Margaret's sobs and heavy breathing. Eric looked at the Dr. and the Senator. "Thank you Gentlemen, you may return to your seats." When Margaret's breathing evened out the room was silent. Not a spectator had so much as shifted in their seats. Eric looked up to the control room. "Bring me the Hitachi and the vegetable tray." Janice could be seen rustling around the control room. She emerged briskly moving down the control room stairs with a large linen draped stainless steel tray in her hands. Eric placed the tray on stand near the articulated table. The spectators were whispering again, not believing Margaret was capable of anything more. Eric brought the crowd's buzzing instantly to an end with a simple question. "Want some more?" As Margaret turned her head toward Eric, the Regents held their collective breath. "Yes," she said. Eric smirked as he plugged in the large Hitachi vibrator. Eric then removed a large cold zucchini from the tray. Slowly he rolled a condom over its tip. The zucchini was large and he struggled to stretch the condom over it. Eric stepped to Margaret's head. How's your cunt Margaret? Can you handle this? Margaret lifted her sweaty head from the table and studied the large green vegetable. "Is it cold?" Eric nodded. "Put some of that warming lube on my cunt and clit." He'd never tell Margaret but he admired her. Eric looked at her sweat streaked hair. "Do you need a drink of water Margaret?" "No, what I need, is you to fuck me with that big thing." Eric stood between her legs and slowly rubbed the warming lube around the opening of her upturned cunt. He turned the Hitachi on and began tantalizing her clit. He rolled the tip of the zucchini in the excess lube pooled around the puckered depression of her asshole. When the tip of the big vegetable was well lubed he gently began pushing it into her fuckhole. Slowly he worked it in and out, deepening the stroke each time. By the time it bottomed out Margaret was meeting his stroke with everything her restraints allowed. Eric looked back at the seated spectators. Without seeing their faces he knew they were staring in disbelief. Eric had seen her endurance before and he had trouble believing it. "Gentlemen watch closely and you'll see a sight very few men have witnessed before." Dropping all pretense of scientific detachment Eric simply said, "Keep your eyes on her cunt." Then he turned back and stared at her lovely bald pussy as he picked up the pace of pumping the zucchini. Eric sensed her building up to an orgasm so he turned on the showmanship. "Am I hitting your G-spot?" Margaret was breathing hard again but through clenched teeth she got out a husky, "Yes." "Do you want me to stop?" he teased. "No," she shouted with just a hint of hysteria. He pulled the Hitachi away from her clit. "Please... the vibrator... put it on my clit." Eric complied. Margaret began her "Oh God," chant. Eric never let up; after she passed through three major orgasms Eric tilted the big vegetable so it was banging harder against her G-spot than ever before. Though he was sweating he pumped her cunt faster still, while lightly feathering the Hitachi against her clit. "Oh you fucker," she screamed, "you're pushing me over the edge. OH FUCK." "You want it harder, you fucking bitch?" "I'm losing it," she screamed," trailing off with a guttural sound in the back of her throat. Eric knew what was coming. A blast of viscous liquid suddenly shot from her cunt, soaking the table and Eric's lab coat. Margaret moaned then lay still. The only sound in the room was her panting. Eric looked up to the control booth at Janice and nodded. Janice rewound the tape then re-played Margaret's ejaculation on the monitors in slow motion. She repeated the segment two more times. One Regent stood and began clapping. Soon they all joined in a standing ovation. Margaret was beyond caring. She was in a special place that only existed in the lab.