8 comments/ 24397 views/ 17 favorites Scientific Methods Ch. 01 By: agens_minaci The flyer was half-hidden under a layer of other, competing advertisements on the bulletin board, but a phrase caught Morgan's attention as she glanced at it on her way past: "multiply orgasmic." She glanced around the empty hallway in the basement floor of the sociology building—no one was on campus this late except one workaholic professor focused on writing up her ethnography notes—namely, her. She lifted the flyers for Zumba and lectures out of the way, laughing at herself for being so concerned whether anyone saw her examine the flyer beneath. It read in stark black and white: "RESEARCH PARTICIPANTS WANTED Seeking women ages 18-68 to participate in a scientific study. Participants must be healthy non-smokers, able to spend up to 14 hours over four days in a laboratory setting, and be multiply orgasmic. Study sponsored by the UM Dept. of Health Sciences and the Dept. of Engineering. IRB #67.983. Contact Lina Ahlquist, doctoral candidate in Engineering at 431.493.9982, or Matthew Cantella, doctoral candidate in Health Sciences at 431.493.7459, if you are interested in participating." Morgan laughed again. She was caught off guard by the idea of the university sponsoring any studies requiring multiply orgasmic participants. Really, what could this study entail? Engineering was involved? She felt her tired brain switch back on as she considered what the study might be about, and then thought, 'Well, I am multiply orgasmic, aren't I?' _________ This is how Dr. Morgan Standish, newly tenured professor of sociology with a focus on ethnographic studies of marginal populations, first heard of a study pursuing an innovative line of inquiry. Research Questions: R1. How much biochemical power is released during orgasm? R2. Does the amount of power vary from the first to the last in a series of consecutive orgasms? R3. Can the biochemical energy released during orgasm be harnessed to power electronic devices? R4. Can multiply orgasmic women generate enough biochemical energy to power low-voltage electronic equipment? R5. Are orgasms a viable alternative energy source for low-voltage electronic equipment, such as three-dimensional accelerometers? R6. What energy conversion mechanism will best address the long-term storage needs of orgasm-generated biochemical energy? Morgan didn't know these questions yet, of course, but over the course of the next two days she contacted Lina Ahlquist, signed a consent form, and headed for the interview with the investigators, over at the biomedical engineering lab. _________ The researchers seem nice enough, Morgan thought. Both graduate students working on their dissertation research, Lina and Matt were in their late 20s or early 30s. They worked well together, Morgan noticed, alternately asking questions and note-taking seamlessly, as if they'd been a team for a while. Morgan's ethnographic training alerted her to small details—Matt gazed at Lina when she read from the questionnaire sheet. Lina's eyes trailed over Matt when he fiddled with the tape recorder, then snapped away when he glanced back at her. 'Ah, young love,' Morgan smiled internally. The two seemed on the cusp of declaring their affection for one another at any moment. But perhaps Morgan was simply hypersensitive to such things after her eight months in the field studying the flirtatious life of Amish teens during Rumspringa. Those hypersexualized Amish kids were constantly "making eye babies" as one sixteen year old had described it. All that repressed longing! It made Morgan feel old. Too many years focusing on research and the tenure track had left her little time for even making eye babies, though now as a 37 year old fully-tenured assistant professor, Morgan though she might want to consider making real babies—and very soon. She just needed to find the right...her attention was recalled to the task at hand. Had Lina just said...? "...about how many orgasms you might have in one session, and tell us a little bit about what those sessions look like," Lina continued. Morgan felt her face, neck and chest heat with a 1000 kilowatt blush. Did it seem as if Lina and Matt were leaning forward eagerly in their seats, and that both of them were sending her the same sorts of intense gazes they had been casting to each other? "Um...well, it depends. Um. I might have just one if I am, you know, masturbating." Lina nodded for Morgan to continue. "If I'm with an, er...enthusiastic partner, I might have a dozen or more." A quick smile flickered over Matt's face as he recorded her answer in his notes. Lina leaned forward further. "We need to know exactly what that means. The details of the masturbation, for example. How do you normally stimulate yourself?" An uncomfortable conversation about vibrators and erotic literature ensued. Then Matt asked, "Now please, tell us about the..." He checked his notes, "...'enthusiastic' partners. What does that mean?" By this point, Morgan was largely over her earlier embarrassment. Precisely how long one used a vibrator, at which angle, and whether one pinched one's own nipples during masturbation was surely the most blushingly intimate details one could share with complete strangers, right? She answered, "Enthusiasm has to do with whether my partner enjoys and is proficient at oral sex, is manually dexterous, and is"--here she did hesitate again—"imaginative." Lina was nearly toppling from her swivel chair, she was so canted forward. "Look, Dr. Standish," she said, "I realize that it's awkward revealing these sorts of details and I normally would appreciate your use of euphemism—TMI, right?! But we actually really need to know, precisely, what you are calling 'imaginative.' What exact acts, sensations, and emotions are you experiencing that encourage you toward multiple orgasms?" She leaned back in her chair and smiled sweetly. "Actually, let's be perfectly frank here—it is kind of odd to talk about sex so openly with people you don't know at all. Perhaps it would be easier if we could establish a slightly less formal tone? Can I call you Morgan?" Morgan nodded. "Great. Then, please let us know what we can do to put you at ease, so you are comfortable sharing these critical details. Would you like to go for a walk outside, or get some coffee from the shop down the hall? We can speak very quietly to avoid being overheard. We can even offer you a glass of wine—we OK'd that with the institutional review board—they said one glass wouldn't compromise research ethics!" Matt cleared his throat. "Or I could leave, and watch the interview through CCTV. I do need to watch and listen." He shrugged apologetically. "But maybe it would be easier if I were in the other room." Morgan smiled. "I'm sorry. It is a bit strange. I'm not really so shy, though. I can talk about it. But perhaps it would be easier if I knew what this study is about. If you can tell me without compromising the research, of course." The researchers told Morgan the questions they were seeking answers to, reading each subquestion from the research protocol. She was amazed at the concept of the study. Of course she knew that chemicals were released during orgasm, but she'd never imagined energy could be in some way harvested from that release. Or was that too simplistic an understanding of the biomechanics? In any case, she understood that they really did need details to understand the way her body was able to orgasm, and she answered there probing questions more confidently. For two hours Morgan spoke of her past encounters—the marathon sessions with Pete, who was so talented with his tongue, and with John, who could flip her g-spot like a light switch, turning her immediately to ON. She spoke of all the various positions in which she was most likely to come many times, and the emotional trust it took to allow herself to come at all. The discussion took a distinctly scholarly tone, as she considered her own responses more fully, and thought more deeply than she ever had about why she came six times one day, but couldn't orgasm at all the next. At the end of the conversation, both Lina and Matt looked charged, as if the information were so electrifying that they wanted to speed off to talk over their notes immediately. Morgan recognized the look of scientists who felt they were on to something good. Matt stood to shake her hand. "Thank you so much, Morgan. This has been extremely helpful. We will be able to better calibrate the next section of this study with all these details." "Right," Lina nodded. "We would like to make an appointment for the next tests now. It will last three hours, and you will need to come here to the biomed lab. What day works for you?" They discussed the schedule and agreed to meet three days later, in the late afternoon after Morgan's last class. When Morgan left the medical sciences building to crunch through the autumn leaves to the bus stop, she felt strangely exhilarated. Revealing so much deeply personal information was somehow exciting, liberating even. She felt like she could kiss the men—even the women—who passed her down the aisle of the bus. That scruffy guy with a goatee had gorgeous long-lashed eyes—she could imagine pressing her body against his. She could imagine long lazy kisses with the pillowy pink lips of the woman who sat across from her. She stared at her lap as she flushed with embarrassment, and desire. Tonight was going to be a battery-operated extravaganza, just as soon as she got home. _________ Three days later, pleasantly tender from three nights of intense self-love with her black bullet vibrator, some play with the lavender silicone dildo she usually left in the bedside drawer, and many pages of torridly sexy romance novels, Morgan strode across campus toward the medical sciences building. The early November weather had taken a crisp turn, and she was layered with sweater, scarf and jacket. She was aware that she felt as sexually alert as any Rumspringa teen. Her clothes felt almost unbearable against her skin, and everyone she saw seemed dangerously alluring. Even her students seemed attractive, and she had never thought of students that way before. Thankfully she was only teaching master's level courses this semester—otherwise she might have been leering at eighteen year olds! Not that she would ever approach one. She shuddered at the thought. But really, those young boys were like gorgeous animals, she thought as she watched one loping along in front of her, his tiny ass twitching under his skinny jeans and with his broad shoulders forming a perfect triangle atop long muscled legs. Would such a gorgeous young man ever even notice her? She was in pretty good shape after all, with long strong legs and generous hips and breasts balanced in a pretty nice hourglass. Her last lover had said she had a "vintage" body, like the pinup girls of the 40s and 50s, which was one reason she still remembered him fondly. Her hair was nice too, she thought, thick and long, brown with red tints. And her face was OK, though she figured it wouldn't launch more than 5 or 6 ships instead of Helen of Troy's 1000. Most people thought she was younger than 37. But she knew the young male students were surrounded by young female students, all of whom seemed more fit and blonde and sexy than Morgan ever had been, and they were not likely to notice even an attractive professor. She looked away from the man ahead of her. As she entered the medical sciences building and followed the warren of hallways to the biomed lab, she fingered the soft velvet corduroy of her jacket. Her fingers felt like they were buzzing, they were so sensitive and alive. Or perhaps they were still tingling from this morning's session with her bullet vibe. In any case, the corduroy felt as pettable as a chinchilla and she had to stop herself from stroking her own arm. The biomed lab was brightly lit and held a smattering of doctoral students and a bunch of computers and equipment she couldn't imagine a use for. Lina and Matt weren't there, so she had to inquire of another of those gorgeous young man—at least this one appeared a noncreepy age for her to lust over—and he nodded his black curls at a door across the hall. "They're through that door, just go on in." She opened the door and found herself in a much more dim and sterile looking room. It was still a lab, with computers and equipment, but the walls were a deep, warm turquoise and the desks had butter-soft leather chairs in front of them. A plush oriental rug covered most of the floor, and art prints graced the walls. Best of all, the overhead fluorescent lights were left off, and soft light emanated from paper-shaded desk lamps. Lina and Matt were sitting at one of the desks, talking while gazing at a computer screen. The looked up at Morgan as she entered. "Hello," she said. "Hi," they both replied, smiling at her. Lina stood. "I'm so glad you are here! Here, let me take your jacket." As Morgan unbuttoned and handed over the jacket, Matt also stood. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea—some of that wine?" He winked at her. She blushed. Why did that offer feel so flirtatious? Her scientist's training kicked in: his head was tilted, and his eyebrows flickered up just before he turned and left the room. "Coffee would be great, thanks." Lina hung her jacket on a rack on the wall, then returned to the chair and gestured for Morgan to sit. "OK, today we need to test your responses to various stimuli as a pretest, to ensure that we can get good data for the final test." "Stimuli?!" The word emerged a little sharply. "What sort of stimuli are we talking here?" Lina smiled. "We use visual stimuli for this test. You will be watching some film images and we will be measuring your responses with some special equipment." Matt came back in with the coffee on a tray. "Cream?" he asked. 'You have no idea,' thought Morgan. She realized they were probably asking her to watch porn! Instead of being shocked or horrified, she found the idea intriguing. Watching in front of them? Wait, what was this special equipment? Lina was still smiling. She said, "The data gathering instruments are affixed to various parts of your body to measure the different responses you have as you watch the images. We attach the instruments to your wrists, heart area, nipples, clitoris and vagina." Morgan nearly spilled the coffee all over herself. She set the cup down hastily. "Seriously?!" she squeaked. Matt smiled too. "It's not uncomfortable," he said. "And you'll be in this room alone, while we monitor the data returned by the instruments remotely. You needn't worry, you will be entirely private in here." He sat next to Lina, and Morgan plopped down in a chair as well, largely because her legs felt a little shaky. He continued, "The instruments measure your heart rate, pulse, blood engorgement levels and how much your vagina is lubricating itself as markers of arousal. We use this data to calibrate the next part of the data collection process, when we measure the energy you generate during orgasm." Morgan's head was spinning, but she took a deep breath. "Well, I appreciate how matter-of-fact you are about all this. It's a bit much to take in!"She laughed stiltedly. Lina laughed as well. "Don't worry, we do all this so we DON'T give you too much to take in!" Morgan's laugh felt more natural. "Double entrendre there? Well, OK. I'm willing to donate my embarrassment to science. What do I have to do?" Matt sat back and took notes and Lina showed Morgan the equipment, which essentially looked like straps, small suction cups and an unusual dildo, all with wires affixed. "We will have to place these things on you—or I will if you prefer. We need to ensure they are placed correctly or the data may not be measured properly. So would you prefer that I do this, or Matt?" "Uhh..." Morgan's mind flatlined. She couldn't possibly request the male researcher to handle her body in this way, but it felt nearly as awkward to ask Lina to do it. Lina kept smiling, her open Scandinavian face and blonde friendliness easing the socially strange interaction that was occurring. "How about you get changed into the gown, and we'll figure it out as we go along, ok?" Matt handed her a hospital gown and robe, and both researchers left the room. Morgan felt stunned, though she realized that she should have known that something like this would happen. After all, they had told her exactly what they were researching and she'd signed the consent forms anyway. She folded her clothes and placed them on a chair, then slipped into the gown, which was actually quite soft and comfortable, though there were various openings in the places where the monitors needed to be attached. She belted the robe around her waist and brushed her chestnut-colored hair back behind her ears. A few minutes later, a knock sounded at the door, and the researchers entered at her "come in." "May I have your wrists, please?" Matt said. He wrapped the black rubbery straps around her wrists and messed with the wires, attaching them to the computer monitor on the desk. He stepped back when Lina held up two small suction cups and a long tube. "I need to put these on your nipples, ok?" Morgan nodded and stared at the floor as Lina gently pushed aside the robe and opened the flaps in the gown at Morgan's breasts. She took the first cup and placed it against Morgan's nipple. It felt cold and wet. There was some sort of gel on it, which Lina smeared over the nipple by moving the cup around. Lina lifted the tube and attached it to the back of the cup once she had it centered over the nipple, and pressed a button. A strong suction drew Morgan's nipple tightly into the cup, so that it pressed against the walls of the tiny plastic dome. She inhaled audibly. Lina looked concerned. "Is that OK? It doesn't hurt does it?" Morgan shook her head silently. No way would she mention her tender nipples due to the ridiculous quantity of masturbation she'd done over the last few days. She blinked when she remembered her poor aching clit was to be similarly treated with its own suction cup. Lina attached the other nipple cup, and Morgan's breasts felt incredible. That steady pulling sensation was her favorite, as when her lovers just firmly pulled on the nipples gently, but unceasingly. That would send her over into orgasm were she anywhere near it. And right now, she felt all too near orgasm. Lina left the flaps of the gown open, to reveal Morgan's heavy breasts shining with the gel and milky white in the soft light of the lab, topped with the suction cups pulling the nipples so they filled the half-inch cavities. Her breasts looked obscene and out of context in a lab setting like this, like strange fetish objects. Lina said, "I'll need you to lay back on that bench so I can insert the vaginal and clitoral monitors." Morgan looked quickly over at Matt, but his back was to her as he adjusted knobs on the computer. He stayed over there as Morgan spread her legs. But Lina said, "Matt is the biomedical scientist here and actually knows the best placement for this piece of equipment. He actually has an MD as well. Would it be OK if he placed this monitor? I'll do the last one if you prefer." "It's..." Morgan's voice came out as a dry husk. She cleared her throat. "It's fine. Whatever you need to do." She looked down at herself, splayed on the bench, her public hair thankfully just-trimmed and her labia glistening with arousal. She closed her eyes in humiliation. They would know that she was already aroused! Christ, she could smell her own arousal. She felt soft hands spread more of the gel on her labia and around her vaginal opening. 'It's just like the gynecologist,' she told herself. Then a large object was being pushed into her, slowly, allowing her time to accommodate it. It felt firm but resilient, as if it were made of rubberized foam. She felt straps wrap up around her thighs, and a belt clipped around her waist to hold the monitor in place. She felt one final wiggle of the monitor as Matt adjusted the placement. Scientific Methods Ch. 01 Then she felt him place a suction cup on her clitoris. It tugged with the same strong suction as her nipples were enjoying. She squeezed her body tight, including her inner walls and was startled to hear a loud beep sound. 'Oh, even better,' she thought sarcastically, 'they know if I clench or move!' Lina spoke. "Ok, you can get up now." Morgan slowly sat up, trying to figure out a way to get down without moving the monitor inside her. "Here, need a hand?" said Matt, and he gripped her hand in his warm one to assist her from the bench over to the chair. Once she sat down, she was startled to feel Matt and Lina attaching her wrist straps to the chair's arms. They attached her feet as well, and even hooked her belt to the chair so she was almost entirely immobilized. Once she was secured, they pressed a button and the chair reclined a bit and a footrest emerged to help her recline. It was actually quite comfortable, even with the crazy dildo thing inside her, though her absolute yearning to orgasm wasn't so comfortable. Matt rotated her chair so that she faced the large computer monitor. He smiled wryly. "Guess you can't drink any more of that coffee! So, we're going to leave now. We will lock the door behind us, but if you need to stop the experiment for any reason, just press this button here." He showed her an orange button at the edge of the chair's arm, just within the reach of her bound hand. "We're going to play the video images for you. Just relax and watch them. You don't have to do anything else—not try to think any particular way or stop thinking a particular way. Just feel whatever comes naturally and don't worry about it." With that, Lina and Matt quickly opened and shut the door that led to an adjoining office. Morgan heard the door lock click in both that door and the one leading to the corridor. Then the movies started. At first it was simply a film of nature scenes: ocean waves, a rainstorm over the desert, rolling farmland. For ten minutes or so, Lena relaxed and enjoyed the sunsets and flower garden images. Her nipples felt taut, like overfilled balloons, as did her clit. And the dildo thing felt gigantic inside her, as if it had inflated and was pressing her open. She felt as if she were in a daze, some sort of stasis of arousal. Then the images of people started. She saw all sorts of people, old and young, all colors, dressed in a wide variety of clothing, and involved in diverse activities. Some walked hand in hand, others worked on a building project. Two women nursed babies and Morgan felt her nipples twitch in response. Really?! she thought. The people danced, swam, embraced platonically. Then images of partially undressed people began, then fully nude ones. She watched them all avidly. They all seemed beautiful, even the ones who might never get modelling gigs. A heavy-set woman drew her hand around her own large nipple and lifted her breast, and Morgan felt her breathing quicken. A man, muscled and lithe, walked nude through a garden, his flaccid penis swaying—it actually looked funny, Morgan thought. But then there were two men, and they were kissing. Suddenly all of the images were of bodies entwined, touching, kissing, rubbing. Each vignette lasted 30 seconds or so, and people were making love in all of them. Gay couples, straight couples, all at first engaging in pretty vanilla sex. Sometimes it seemed very loving and tender, sometimes it looked rough and sweaty. Soon images of oral sex, of threesomes, and of light spanking began to dominate the screen. Morgan couldn't tear her gaze away. An hour passed, and the scenes became rougher and more intense. People watched other people having sex, fantasties were played out. Morgan's nipples throbbed in their cups and her clit felt as though it had grown enormous and it was pounding as if someone were flicking it with a finger. She felt like she could come any moment. Then the videos of the breast bondage began, and Morgan lost herself. A man spanked beautiful breasts with his hands, then with a small whip. He tied ropes around the breasts and put clamps on the nipples. He tugged the clamps, and Morgan felt herself start to come. Her own nipples sympathized with the woman on the screen, and her clit seized in a series of fierce stabbing clenches. She felt the dildo compress with the violent contractions of her pussy. A series of loud beeps emerged from the speakers, sounding with each clench. As she was coming, the scene on the screen changed, and she was watching a woman, tied bent over a bench, being fucked by four different men, each rubbing themselves into different orifices, pinching the woman's nipples roughly, smacking her ass hard enough to leave red handprints. And Morgan came again. The beeps became almost nonstop as her cunt spasmed. She watched ever more intense sexual acts: punishing, pounding, screaming in pleasure. People were being fisted, and whipped, and tied down, and had hot wax dripped on them, and Morgan could not stop coming. She had never even considered doing any of this, but her cunt was on fire with the repeated orgasms, with moisture flooding out of her and spilling all over the leather seat of the chair. She saw a woman ejaculate and another take a strap-on to her boyfriend, double penetrations, and daisy chains of multigender orgies. Only when the scenes started to veer into actual violence did Morgan stop coming. Women being choked and men's asses being beaten bloody made her stomach turn. After a few moments of brutal BDSM play, the screen went dark. Lina's voice came over a speaker on the computer. "Great, Morgan. We're done with this part of the experiment. I am coming in in a moment to unhook you and you can remove the monitors yourself if you prefer. OK?" "Ok," Morgan whispered. She was beyond being embarrassed by her dripping wetness or the way the room smelled like 50 people had sex in there. She just wondered if she'd be able to stand up. Lina came in and quickly unfastened Morgan's wrists and ankles, and left again. Morgan slowly lowered her legs to the floor and sat up. The shifting feel of the dildo monitor made her clench again, as if another orgasm was eminent. "God," Morgan moaned. But the feeling passed and she was able to lever herself upward. She removed the cups from her nipples and was astounded to see how big they were, like raspberries. She touched them and they were more tender than they ever had been before. They hardened against her fingers and she shuddered. She removed the wet gown. She bent to remove the cup from her clit and saw it also was huge, like a luscious red grape. She thought that if she saw someone's clit look like that she'd want to suck and bite it, because it looked delicious. She unstrapped the belt and thigh straps and slowly pulled out the dildo. When it came out a gush of liquid followed. Her cunt felt wide open and every inch of it felt so sensitive she could scream with the pleasure/agony of it. Her thighs were soaked down to her knees. She didn't think she'd ever been this wet before. She finished removing all the straps and wires, and slowly got dressed. The clothes felt like a hairshirt against her skin, and the seam of her jeans pressing against her clit nearly made her come again. She wondered how she would walk across campus to the bus stop without simply falling over and orgasming there on the sidewalk. Eventually, she was dressed. She knocked on the inner office door, and Matt opened it. He smiled cordially, not looking at all knowing or embarrassed. "You're ready to go then? We have a car outside this back door, ready to take you back to either your car or your apartment." He saw her look around for Lina. "Lina was called away for a moment. She'll be right back. Would you like some water, or another coffee?" As he spoke, Lina rushed back into the office. She looked a little harried and flushed, but she smiled at Morgan anyway. "Thanks so much, Morgan. We were able to capture the data we need perfectly--actually far more data than we thought we'd be able to gather from just the viewing of images! We're going to get ready for the final stage of the research now. Can we contact you at the end of the week regarding the next session?" "Sure," Morgan said, and stood, wobbling a little. Matt grabbed her arm to steady her, and held it gently as they escorted her to the waiting car. He held her hand as she got into the back seat and squeezed it just a tiny bit before letting go and telling the driver her address. "See you next week sometime, I hope," he said. When Morgan arrived home, she lowered her aching body into a hot bath. Her nipples and clitoris were still engorged and hard, and shivered with aftershocks, even though she had stopped coming half an hour earlier. She had never felt anything like that before, and actually held a mirror up so she could watch her pussy clench and her clit twitch in aftershock after aftershock. She brushed her nipples with a wet washcloth and gasped. It felt agonizing, yet wonderful. She did it again, and again. She felt herself tighten, ready to come. She emerged from the water and rummaged through her laundry basket until she found some clothes pins. She wanted to feel that unceasing pressure on her nipples and clit again. She clamped a turgid nipple and her eyelids fluttered down. She had to steady herself against the sink. She clamped a clothespin on her other nipple, then one just under her clit. The compression made her already swollen flesh emerge more fully from the hood and protrude so that the act of walking back to the bathtub felt exquisite. The pull of gravity on the clips was so small, she knew this rationally, but they felt like heavy weights tugging on her most sensitized areas. She climbed back into the bath and felt the weight ease, the wooden clips trying to float, but tethered against her skin. The sensation of the bobbing clips increased with each undulation creating currents in the bathwater. She felt the tightening burn from her clitoris connect with her burning nipples, and the sensation spread throughout her body. She very lightly tapped her pulsing clit. A tightening implosion washed over her entire body until she came bucking and heaving water out onto the floor. She felt like her entire body was coming, pulsing, expanding, dissolving into the water. When she returned to full awareness, she realized her nipples and labia were hurting. She quickly removed the clothespins from her now-extremely painful extremities and sat in the water until it cooled. After dinner, she went straight to her crisply white-sheeted bed. She wore a sports bra to sleep in because the movement of clothes on her nipples would be too uncomfortable. She couldn't sleep on her stomach, nor could she close her legs entirely. She stuffed a pillow between her knees. She laid still on the bed, and let the images and sensations she'd experienced flood through her. It was nearly dawn before she slept. ____________ Two days later, Morgan received an email inviting her to the next stage of the research study. It came from Lina's email account, but was crisply impersonal: We would like to schedule your next session for the UM Dept. of Health Sciences and the Dept. of Engineering stud (IRB #67.983), for which you have already completed the initial screening. Ideally, we would like to schedule your appointment for next Tuesday at 10 am, but we can accommodate your schedule as needed. This session will take between 3 and 5 hours, and will be held in the same biomed lab as your screening. We can send a car to pick you up and drop you off if you prefer. You may withdraw from this study at any time, per the consent agreement, but we hope to see you continue onward as we study previously unexamined theories and biomechanics. Thank you for your participation. Morgan's breath shuddered out of her. She could withdraw. That last session had been excruciatingly embarrassing. She didn't know how she could even face Matthew and Lina, or even any of their assistants. But then...those orgasms had been amazing. She'd loved being restrained to the chair and watching those vignettes. She'd loved the sensation of the dildo and the suction cups. In fact, her nipples and clit were still so sensitive and swollen, so much that she hadn't touched them since that day. Would 3 to 5 hours of the same thing even be possible, or would she die of coming too hard? Or start to hurt? That was at least twice as long as her previous session. She vacillated. She wrong an email withdrawing from the study, but deleted it before sending. She wrote another confirming the 10:00 appointment, and deleted it as well. She stared unseeingly at the screen for several minutes. She wrote another email. 10:00 was fine with her. ____________ Lab Notes Tuesday, Nov. 11, 2014. UM Biomed Lab. Research study #67.983 Participant J arrived by lab car at 9:49. Changed into robe, met with researchers Ahlquist and Cantella for 10 minutes for experiment instructions. Experiment began 10:11, continued until 2:45. Participant appeared tired, shaky, and quiet after experiment. Lab car and driver escorted her home. 0.20 amps @ 12.5v highest energy output >0.06 amps sustained from 10:37 to 2:44 Total joules output: 14820 Total number of orgasms: 44 -To be continued-