0 comments/ 268835 views/ 17 favorites Experiment By: once upon a time This event happened to me a few years ago and had a profound effect on my life – especially my sexual life. My husband and I were driving to Las Vegas, Nevada, for an experiment I’ll tell you about in a moment, and were out in the middle of nowhere when another car suddenly came up behind us and began flashing its lights at us. Unsure if it was an unmarked police car or another motorist in need of help, we pulled over and stopped. But when we did, we realized it wasn’t that driver who was in trouble, but ourselves: As soon as our car had come to a halt, steam began billowing out from under our hood – our engine had overheated, causing a hose to burst – and we hadn’t noticed it because our speed simply swept the escaping steam under the car. The driver was simply trying to alert us to a serious problem. Gary (the other driver’s name) also stopped and, after seeing what the problem was, drove us to a nearby small town to get help. Since he had also been headed for Las Vegas, he offered to wait until a towing service brought our car in and we knew what the situation was. It turned out we’d have to wait at least a day before the garage there could fix it or arrange to get a rental car from another, bigger town further down the road for us. We had no choice but to spend the night in this small town. Gary said he’d had enough driving for one day and he, too, decided to get a room. The three of us walked to a nearby, nice-looking motel and got two rooms – adjoining, as it happened. Now close to 7 p.m. and dark, everyone was getting hungry so my husband and I offered to take Gary to dinner as a way of saying “thanks” for his help. He said he’d be happy to join us for dinner but it wasn’t necessary for us to treat. Over dinner, Donald (my husband) and I learned Gary was an Air Force officer who’d been heading back to his base near Las Vegas when our paths crossed on the highway – and the more we talked, the more we both liked him. He was handsome in a rugged-looking way, seemed to be muscular, and had a self-deprecating wit that I found very attractive. As the waitress cleared away our table, my husband and I exchanged discreet nods and Donald excused himself, saying he had to go to the men’s room. We had agreed earlier that I’d make the approach to Gary. Now, alone with this handsome man in his late 30’s or early 40’s (my husband and I were both 27), I found myself very nervous and tongue-tied. I finally took a deep breath and told Gary our story: Donald and I had both been raised in very religious families and were virgins when we married five years earlier. Our sex life at the start had been OK, but not great. In the last two years, however, our sex life had just about vanished. Donald found it increasingly difficult to, well, get “it” up. Counseling hadn’t helped, a thorough medical exam which turned up nothing hadn’t helped, porn videos hadn’t helped, me in sexy lingerie hadn’t helped – in short, nothing seemed to help. In desperation, Donald began wondering if things would change if he watched me make it with another man. My answer then was an emphatic “no,” but as time passed with little or no sex, I wasn’t quite so emphatic. In fact, I’d begun thinking anything would be better than nothing. And so this Las Vegas trip was to be our daring experiment: Go out for an evening, meet a man (although neither of us knew quite how to go about doing that) and invite him to have sex with me while Donald watched. But now, we felt we didn’t have to go to Vegas and cope with all those uncertainties because we’d found the right man to experiment with – Gary. “So,” I said to him, my eyes looking straight down at the table and my throat dry as dust, “would you like to…you know…oh god, I don’t how to say this…to, to…go to bed with me…to have sex with me? And let my husband watch us?” Gary looked at me just long enough to make me worry I’d made a big mistake. “I’d love to,” he said at last, reaching across the table and taking my hand in his. “You’re a beautiful, sexy woman,” he said, “and I’m flattered you want me. I’d be very happy to go to bed with you. I think we’ll have a good time together. But are you sure your husband can handle that?” “He’ll only watch,” I said quickly. “He won’t interfere. He’s really hoping it will stimulate his libido.” Gary nodded. “OK,” he said, “I’ll try to make it interesting for him. I can think of some things that might turn him on, but just follow my lead as we get into it, OK?” I agreed. We met Donald in the lobby – Gary’s arm around my waist told him our proposal had been accepted – and went upstairs to our room. “What are you wearing under that dress?” Gary asked, running his fingers lightly across my bottom as we walked down the hallway. “Panties and pantyhose?” The unexpected touch startled, but also thrilled, me. “Both,” I answered. “Well, when we get inside the room,” he said so quietly only I could hear, “take off the hose and give them to me – but leave your dress and your panties on. I’ll want to take those off you myself, at the right time.” My heart thumped. I realized I was on the verge not only of having sex, something I’d been wanting badly for so, so many months, but also sex with another man –while my husband watched! Inside the room, Gary was cool, cool, cool as he turned on the bedside radio and motioned me into the bathroom to remove my pantyhose while telling my husband to strip down to his boxer shorts. When I handed Gary the pantyhose, he used the legs to lightly tie Donald’s wrists to the sides of the one chair in the room. “Donald,” he told him, “this is more for effect than for a serious tie-down, so don’t get nervous. Just concentrate on what happens between me and Laurie. The ground rules are ‘look but don’t say a word.’ OK?” My husband simply nodded assent. When a slow song came on the radio, Gary asked me to dance. He took me in his arms and we danced as primly as if we were at a church social. I was nervous enough to begin with and starting to wonder if this was really such a wise thing to do, so I was glad he hadn’t immediately jumped on me as soon as we’d gotten into the room. I sensed [italics] he [italics] sensed my anxiety, that I didn’t just want to rush into things, and so he was clearly trying to calm me. In fact, it wasn’t until the second or third dance that he pulled me close, pressed his face into my hair and gently bit my ear lobe. Only then did his right hand slip down from my back to my waist and, finally, to my buttocks. “Your hair is beautiful and you have a very sexy ass,” he whispered and began gently kneading it. As we made a turn, I saw Donald’s eyebrows were halfway up his forehead at the sight of Gary squeezing my buns. Gary kissed me lightly at the end of the dance and smiled at me. “You’re lovely, really lovely,” he said as we both sat down on the edge of the king-sized bed. He took me in his arms and now his kisses lasted longer and became stronger. His tongue gently licked my lips and then pressed itself into my mouth. My heart rate jumped again. After several minutes, his hands began roaming all over my body – my hair, my throat, my shoulders, my back, my hips, my legs – everywhere, that is, but where I thought he’d be touching me: My sensual zones. His slow, easy approach threw put me at ease. It startled me a little, though, when he slid a hand up under my skirt. He moved sloooowly, and lightly, pushing my skirt toward my waist and revealing my bare thighs until he stopped just short of my pussy (a word for my female sex I’d had always thought of as vulgar and had never used before meeting Gary). Having arrived almost there, he stopped and brought his hand back down to repeat the move, this time up the other leg. As the kisses and these teasing touches continued, and my skirt kept being pushed higher and higher on my thighs, I really started getting into it. I was returning Gary’s kisses with greater and greater passion. In fact, I got so lost in the kissing and the touching that I suddenly wondered when it was going to lead to more. I soon got my answer. Gary’s other hand found the zipper on the back of my dress and began pulling it down just as slowly as he had been running his hand up and down my thighs. With a slight smile, he told me to stand up. I did and my dress fell to the floor. Now, in just my bra and underpants, my breathing became quicker and shallower. I unbuttoned his shirt and he took off it, tossing it to one side, but I wasn’t bold enough to unzip his trousers or touch his sex. I stole a quick glance down at the front of his trousers and saw there was a sizeable bulge there. I also got a glimpse of my husband, no more a few feet away: It’s a cliché, I know, but Donald’s eyes were indeed as big as “saucers.” Gary undid my bra and discarded it, making a low “mmmm” as he stared at my bare breasts. My nipples were hard and he brushed first one and then the other with the tip of his nose before taking one gently between his lips. The sensation jolted me and I gasped involuntarily. He kissed, sucked and nuzzled each in turn for many long, wonderful minutes before I felt his hands moving downward and his fingers hooking inside the waistband of my panties. I didn’t have to guess what was next; I raised my hips so he could take them off. Which he did, dropping to a kneeling position on the floor in front of me and pulling them down, again, ever so slowly. As he slipped them over my ankles and tossed them over his shoulder in Donald’s direction, I was now totally naked – and a hot flush spread over my entire body. I realized I’d become very, very wet through all this, wetter than I had ever been before in my life. I was afraid Gary would think I’d peed in my pants. He gently but firmly spread my legs wide. “You’re beautiful,” he said. Just as he had earlier run a feather-light hand up along the inside of my thighs, now he slid his tongue along the same path. He started at my knee and slowly moved upward until I could feel his breath on my pubic hair (again, my heart rate spiked). He sniffed my aroused sex and exhaled deeply before moving to my other thigh, where he repeated this long, lingering, upward lick. He rubbed my pubic bone with one hand as the other hand strayed back up to my nipples to tweak and twist them between his thumb and forefinger. I don’t recall how many times he did this but the excitement was becoming unbearable. Unexpectedly, he then kissed my pussy and I almost hit the ceiling in lust. His tongue began making back-and-forth patterns on my vulva, again and again as he’d whisper words like “beautiful… wonderful …soooo sexy….lovely.” Every few licks, he would stick that tongue between my swollen labia and my heart rate would jump another 100 beats. I’d never known such foreplay, such delicious torment, and I completely forgot about my husband, just a few feet away. Gary kept whispering in my ear about how sexy and how desirable I was and how much he wanted me. I loved it. His fingers spread my inner lips to expose my clit, and his tongue slid up my inner lips almost, but not quite, to touch it. He did this several times before, at last, pressing his tongue against it – and by now I was losing it. Gary pressed his tongue on my clit and slowly increased the pressure. I felt a warm glow – no, make that a hot glow – spreading outward from my little button. My head was thrashing from side to side, my hips were twitching and bucking like some spaz, my skin felt as if it was aflame and a string of gasping “oh-oh-oh-oh’s” were escaping my throat. When, as abruptly as he had kissed my vulva, he now flicked his tongue back and forth on my clit like a hummingbird’s wings and then sucked it strongly between his lips, I did lose it. I came. Wave after wave after wave powerful sensations burst from deep inside me and shot through every nerve-end of my body. My heart raced, my mind went blank and I felt dizzy. Quivering and shaking as the orgasm rolled on and on, I pleaded with Gary to stop licking me. He did – sort of. He patiently waited a minute or so for my senses to recover, with his head on my thigh, just inches from my pussy. Once my breathing stopped coming in great wracking gasps, Gary gently slipped a finger in me and began rubbing a spot inside my front vaginal wall that set off a new cycle of wonderful sensations. (He later told me he’d been after my “G” spot: He found it). I was almost delirious with pleasure. I don’t know when he shed his trousers and underwear, but at last, he stood up and I got my first look at his erection. I’ve come to learn that some men like to think the first sight of their cocks makes a woman weak in the knees as she mentally measures its awesome length and girth. That’s not how it really works. I, at least, was already weak in the knees and since my experience with erections in the flesh (so to speak) was up to that point in my life limited to one (my husband), my only thought was: “Yes! Yes! I want it!” Gary obliged. He gently guided his cock, as he called it, into my mouth. I was surprised at its taste (sort of salty), its size (made me think, for just a second, of having a cucumber in my mouth) and how much I enjoyed it (very). He moved it in and out of my mouth and I quickly got the idea: I began bobbing my head up and down on it, sucking as I did so, and he must have liked that because he let out a big sigh. He let me do this for a while and then stretched out beside me so we were now lying side-by-side on the bed. He lifted my right leg up and over, onto his left hip, opening wide the "V" between my legs. I felt a hand gliding smoothly over my hip, across and down my ass and then fingers stroking my wet, still-tingling pussy. He lightly played with my clit, even as he sucked on my nipples. My heart was once again going 1,000 beats a minute, that’s how excited I was. Suddenly, I remembered Donald and I raised myself slightly to look at him. He too had an erection and his eyes were bulging as he stared, incredulously, at the sight of his naked wife in such an obvious state of arousal with another man. I didn’t care. I now had one hand gripping Gary’s cock tightly, my other hand cradling and squeezing his balls, and was feeling an urgent, almost painful, need to have him inside me. I told him that. “Say it, then,” he whispered softly in my ear. “I want you inside me.” “No,” he whispered into my ear. “Say…‘I want you to fuck me’.” But I couldn’t bring myself to say “fuck” so I just repeated myself: “I want you inside me.” He nudged the tip of his cock against my vagina, driving me straight up the wall, as his tongue darted in and out of my ear: “No, Laurie, no. You’ve got to say…‘I want you to fuck me…fuck me.’ Until you do, I won’t.” I gave in. “I want you to…to fuck me,” I said, but so softly I could barely hear my own words. “Louder," he demanded. "I want Don to hear you.” And again, he gave me just the most tantalizing hint of what was in store for me when he pushed the tip of his cock between my inner lips and then withdrew it. “Louder.” I was crazed by then, so in a high, shaky voice, punctuated with gasps, I said loud enough for Donald to hear: “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me.” “Louder,” he insisted, again teasing my pussy with his cock. “Say, ‘fuck me…please’.” “I want you to fuck me! Fuck me! Please, FUCK me!” I was almost shouting by then. Still lying on our sides, Gary pulled my hips toward him and slowly eased his cock deep into me. I was so slippery that we both gasped at the marvelous, silky sensation of penetration/capture. I had never had anything that big in me and for a brief moment, it was a little uncomfortable. But I could feel the start of another orgasm building inside me, like a small wave way out on the ocean that eventually becomes a tsunami. Gary didn’t move at first as we lay on our sides facing each other; he just let me get adjusted to the wonderful, thrilling sensation of a thick penis wedged tightly inside me. Then, without moving in or out, he made his cock twitch, something I could feel in my vaginal walls. “Like that?” he asked teasingly. I did and told him so: “I like that. Do it again.” He made it twitch several times, in fact, before rolling over onto his back and pulling me on top of him. It may sound strange, but I’d never been on top of Donald. It was a very comfortable position for intercourse and when Gary finally began sliding slowly in and out of me, I found I could either move with him (up when he stroked upward) or against him (up when he was on his downstroke). It was wonderful. “Sit up,” Gary instructed me. I did, riding him as if riding a horse, and in this position, he played with my nipples with one hand and my clit with the other. I don’t know how long Gary thrust into me. All I remember is that the thrusting, the fingers rolling my nipples and the fingers stroking my clit made me feel like that ocean wave was getting higher and higher. To my surprise, I started to let out a high-pitched cry and Gary must have judged I was right on the edge of another orgasm, because he suddenly pinched my nipples hard, almost painfully hard, and rubbed my clit vigorously. Bingo! The wave became a tsunami, a tsunami of overpowering sensations breaking over my body. Every nerve end in my body, but especially my clit, was going off like a Fourth of July fireworks. I’d had orgasms with Donald before but for intensity and duration they were nothing more than blips compared to those two with Gary; it left me shaking and gasping. I couldn’t catch my breath; I thought I was going to faint. I vaguely remember Gary grunting loudly during all this, so I guess he “came,” as he put it, at about the same time. I fell forward on Gary’s chest, exhausted and hyper-sensitive. We simply lay there for long minutes. As the sensitivity lessened, I started to become aware of more things: My body was covered in sweat. Gary’s cock, so hard and so tight in my pussy just a minute or so earlier, had begun to soften and was slowly escaping from my vagina. And there was a thick fluid oozing out of me and onto Gary’s legs. I fleetingly wondered what Donald was thinking, but couldn’t bring myself to look at him. We dozed off for a while, with me lying on his chest, then got into the shower together. We were like little kids washing each other’s sex and both quickly became wildly aroused again. We got out, hurriedly dried off and returned to the bed for another round of sex. Poor Donald was still tied to the chair with an obvious, unrelieved erection. Gary now introduced me to “69,”a position I’d heard about but had never experienced. He lay down on his back and maneuvered me so my pussy was directly above his mouth and his cock was sticking straight up in the air, where I could grab it with my mouth. I loved the sensation of simultaneously giving and receiving oral sex and went at it eagerly, feeling a new wave of pleasure building up again inside me. But before it crested, Gary stopped. He made me kneel on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed, my ass facing Donald. He moved behind me and played with my pussy before slipping his now very hard cock into me again, doing it at such an angle that Donald could see the penetration and hear my sighs of pleasure. Gary slowly moved in and out of me, one hand gripping my hair, the other reaching under and up my stomach to rub my clit. “Ever do it this way?” he asked and when I shook my head “no,” he continued: “It’s called ‘doggie-style’ and most women enjoy it. Like it?” “Oh yes…yessssss,” I answered and fell into a sort of trance as he methodically fucked me. I soon had another powerful orgasm. I didn’t think Gary had come yet, so when he suddenly pulled his cock out and told me to go sit on my husband’s lap, I was puzzled but did what he told me. Experiment "…I'm a scientist, so I pay attention; observe what works; what works BEST, and keep doing that or improve on it." "Yes, scientists do love to experiment. I can be a pretty good 'lab rat'." "Can you? Are you a willing subject? We are very methodical; take our time." "Well I guess it depends on the beginning hypothesis…" "I'll have to formulate one. Something that would prove that making love to a woman would be an amazing experience; that their body would respond very favorably to stimulation." "Hmmm, I need elaboration on the stimulation techniques applied and the rate of application" "Well, a variety of techniques would be employed. Specifically, fingertips, at random areas, random intervals… This hypothesis will likely require a large amount of hands on testing to be proven…" "Mmhmm...." "…starting with an opening question that reads something like "the effects of external oral stimulation on pulse rates in the test subject coupled with measuring the pulse point stimulations of touch and taste.. ," as a suggested working title." "I like it, please begin to outline the experiment for me by answering some questions. Will the subject be restrained? "Yes that will be part of the testings; a significant one." "Is the tester the original theorists or an unknowing researcher?" "The theorist is me, and I'll be participating actively in all testings." "Ahhh, I see. So the test results could possibly be biased?" "Definitely. Heavily in favor of producing the desired effect." "Possibly to the point of altering the original theory to match the outcome?" "Yes. Recursive testing may ensue until desired effects are reached." (note: subject is demonstrating early signs of arousal prior to initiation of experimental sequence. Possibly caused by verbalization of the testing applications to be applied) "I have found all theorists at some point or another will show bias to their own opinions. Do you intend to compensate for that factor?" "Yes. It is called "observational selection." "I see." "It is done by choosing the data points that support your thesis, and conveniently omitting any contrasting data. I'll have to watch for data outliers and treat them accordingly." "Of course." "Maybe a little more specifics on the actual testing methods to be used is needed for full comprehension." "All right. Subject will be stripped naked, instructed to lie on a laboratory table." "Cold? Causing spontaneous stimulation?" "Yes. They're marble in nature. But subject comfort must be considered, so room temperature will be slightly elevated to compensate for the coolness of the table. Initial reactions expected include; skin tightening, nipple erection, and goose-bumps." "At this point the subject will be restrained at the arms and legs, with cloth straps." "Sterile and institutional materials, due to the inappropriate tendency for outside stimulation." Yes. "Unfortunately, because the effects of anticipatory visual stimulation on test results the test subject will have to be blindfolded for at least part of the experiment." "Couldn't this also be a stimulation causing factor?" Yes. "I'm afraid it can't be helped." "I am struggling with visualizing these tests being put into use. Perhaps you could demonstrate them with me?" Yes. "That sounds completely acceptable to me. Let's proceed." (Initial notes... subject's nipples were found to be somewhat erect upon disrobing. Initial examination also revealed the beginnings of vaginal moistening commensurating with symptoms of arousal. Lab temperature was 70 degrees. Subject was led to an appropriate table, and assisted onto the tabletop by researcher. Instructed to lie down; wrists and ankles were then bound with canvas restraints after checking that subject's skin would not be chafed unduly. A new set of observations was made at this point: There was visible pulse in the throat. Some licking of the lips was noted, possibly as a result of the drying effect of accelerated breathing. Nipples presented near fully erect. The presence of some gooseflesh on belly and breasts was also observed.) "Is the subject all right at this point?" "Quite." "Let's continue with the examinations then." (…once the comfort of the subject is ascertained, examinations continue. Some slight reddening and swelling of external labial folds is already apparent. Again, indicative of early stage arousal behavior.) Now the subject is blindfolded with a soft dark cloth. As we discussed previously. "Is this acceptable?" researcher asks while holding the blindfold up for the subject to observe. "Yes. I understand the necessities. But, increasing heart rate should also be noted." True. Subject is a good researcher as well. "I believe at this point due to the extent and increase of labial swelling another vaginal exam is needed, would you agree?" "Absolutely." "The wetness is increasing. We should begin soon, or the test may be completely invalid." "I do notice a 'warming sensation in the vaginal area." "Is there a presence of tingling sensations?" "Some, slight, but ignorable at this point." . "We should keep in mind that there is a heavy influence of background preparatory activity on the subject." "All right." Random oral stimulation is beginning. "Good." (…researcher notes a bit of foggy headedness on his part.) The first point of contact is the inside of subject's right thigh, consisting of a prolonged application of researcher's mouth with gentle but firm suction. Which the researcher knows from pre-testing interview, is a sensitive area for subject. "Yesss." I am observing some writhing, giggles and some squirming, can subject explain why? "Contact is causing tickling sensations to be felt by subject." This is to be expected, and is noted. Continuing on, the next point of random contact is subject's erect nipple. This time, firm suction is coupled w/ flicking of the tongue against point of contact "Mmhmm…" More squirming, no giggling this time, but a sharp in-drawing of subject's breath. "This causes my…no, the subjects' chest to swell in anticipation creating a slight arching of the back." Yes. "Arms appear to be tugging at restraints, is this accurate?" "Ye…Yes." Ankles are noticeably twisting in the restraints. Next contact at bend of subject's arm. Gentle bites this time, moving upward to be repeated rapidly at the base of her throat. Researcher's tongue detects a noticeable rise in pulse rate. "I am getting so hot…I mean, perspiration begins to appear above subjects brow and between the breasts." Researcher again notes his own arousal. Researcher is also concerned for the subjects' comfort…"is it still chilled in here," he inquires. "Uh-huh, but it's getting warmer." Yes. Contact is halted for a moment to observe subject, responses do not appear to be diminishing in the least." Does subject agree?" "Oh yes". Researcher notes his clothing has become confining. "What's happening?" "Observations." Next point of contact is the researcher's mouth on subject's clitoral hood area. * Very sharp intake of breath* Response is instantaneous and surprising in its intensity. Subject appears to be tightening against all restraints. Researcher notes that labial folds have now fully engorged with blood and slid slightly apart revealing the entrance to the vagina. "My…err; the subjects' unshaven pubic area should make the observations easier." "Yes, it does aide in an unobstructed view." Now, coupling clitoral stimulation w/ finger contact to the vaginal area. *Rear-end attempts to lift off the table in invitation* Researcher inserts two fingers into subject's vagina (vernacular: pussy). "My…uh, subjects' desire for penetration is causing subject to attempt to 'scoot' down, to meet the fingers." Researcher employs a slight upward curling motion with said fingers, clitoral stimulation continues. Clitoral hood is now fully retracted and the clitoris is observed to be erect. "There is a strong detectable pulse here." Wetness has intensified w/ inner stimulation to theoretical G-spot region. Subject is openly challenging restraints, breath is rapid and shallow. *Upward thrusting of pelvic region* Researcher notes a decided upward trend in his own sexual responses, as is demonstrated by his erect penis. Researcher assures subject..."The next point of contact is not oral. It involves direct contact of researcher's glans penis with subjects' clitoris. *Subject is finding it difficult to verbally respond.* Researcher begins stimulation of subject's clit w/ his penis. Subjects' extremities are writhing noticeably. Vulgar verbal responses are noted in subject, researcher pursues this interesting trend by responding similarly, asking subject "Do you want me to fuck you now?" *Verbalization of researchers' intentions causes yet more rapid breathing in subject and sharp intense responses. Subject's pelvis thrusts upward violently*. "Now. Fuck me NOW!" Researcher slides his fully aroused cock into subject's pussy, after applying appropriate Provo-lactic. *Subject moves to the edge of the table to facilitate penetration.* Researcher now removes subject's restraints and blindfold, to facilitate freedom of motion. Subject immediately responds to freedom. *Reaching for researchers torso to pull him towards subject* Researcher buries his cock in subject's wet pussy and begins hard thrusting. *Subject returns in-kind, back arched upwards while thrusting her pelvic area toward research tool* "Research probe reaching critical depths. Perhaps the subject could aide the researcher in observations at this point?" "Most definitely. Rapid heart-rate in researcher and subject should be noted." "Who cares...." Researcher fucks subject hard. Subject realizes tests may have to be repeated for accuracy, and informs researcher. "Yesss. Repeated, detailed trials." Researcher begins to feel distant probe response. *Subject suddenly pulls away from researcher.* Researcher is momentarily confused…"What…" *Subject turns climbs up on knees on the table and thrusts her rear towards researcher. Reaching between her legs, guides probe into her pussy again.* Yes. Enjoying this new angle, rapid, intense fucking continues. Researcher holds subject by the waist and fucks her deep. Noting hard wet smacks as his cock bottoms out. *Subject begins to fondle her breasts. Pinching, pulling...* Researcher massages subject's ass. Gently pushes a finger firmly around the region of other port of entry. "Fuck me harder" Researcher complies. Adjusting his stroke length to remove probe from subject's pussy before ramming it back inside. *Subject begins to meet each thrust with intensity.* Researcher notes spasmodic vaginal movements around the probe. Grip/release/grip. *An involuntary tightening of the vagina walls is noted by subject.* A warm, slippery liquid is excreted by subjects' vagina as it begins oozing over researchers probe. Researcher notices incoming data indicates probe overload imminent. Researchers' thumb continues firm pressure in perinea area of subject's ass, while maintaining deep thrusting with his cock. *Subjects movements begin even more rapid intensity.* Yes. Probe entry/exit patterns become less structured. *Subject seems to know probe is reaching maximum usage level* "Are you gonna cum?" "Yes." Probe reporting red-zone readings. "I can feel it." *As an enlargement is felt.* "Yes!" Researcher feels swelling near the base of the probe, propagating up the shaft. *Tightening and shrinkage of external probe sac is felt on subjects' vaginal lips.* Researcher buries probe in subject's pussy, spasms noted. *Veins begin to rise more in probe. Researchers' verbalizations are more intense.* "I'm gonna fuck you so hard." "You ready?" "Yes!" "Oh yes. Give it to me now!" *Subject responds physically by causing thrusting to become yet more intense.* Researcher is unable to prevent probe discharge, pulls subject firmly onto probe. Discharge is imminent. *Suddenly subject withdraws, turns around and takes probe into her mouth.* Researcher realizes he has become the subject. Subject is firmly sucking while manipulating with her hand. Playing with the head of researchers cock with her tongue, and gently nibbling with her teeth. Researcher attempts to warn subject, "I am…, I am going to… cum… all… over… your… face!" *Subject is still gently tugging at researcher's sac and manipulating his cock, more intensely now.* Probe discharge erupts. Researchers' breath is drawn in sharply, eyes roll back and mouth drops open as his ass thrusts ever deeper into subjects' mouth. "hmmmmm" *Subjects' mouth is full, subject turned researcher cannot respond otherwise. Researcher turned subject is unable to articulate words. Probe discharges repeatedly into researcher/subjects' mouth and onto face. Subject is swallowing and spiting at same time. It begins to run down the probe and drip onto subjects breasts. Researcher realizes subject is not unfamiliar with this type of probe. "mmm" is all he can manage to say, as discharge begins to ooze from subjects mouth. His probe is still discharging...although intensity is dropping. Researcher watches subject deal w/ probe discharge, as places his probe onto her breast and begins to 'manipulate' remaining discharge from probe; completely draining it. *Subject continues vulgar auditory stimulation,* "I want your hot cum on my tits." *Opening her mouth to show residual probe discharge, allowing it to ooze from her mouth Subject slowly climbs back up onto table, brushing her taut nipples against researchers' face as she gets in position* "My turn". "Oh yes." Researcher takes subjects pussy into his mouth, and begins to suck and tease with his tongue. Inserts two fingers into her vagina, sucking on subject's clit as if it was a nipple. Thrusting in and out while continuing to suck on her clit. Subjects' body begins to meet ea thrust with her own. "I'm gonna cum" Researcher sucks down hard on subject's clit and curls the two fingers up, stroking inside, suddenly subjects' legs engulf researchers head in a vise-like action, squeezing. Shuddering motions begin throughout subject's body. *Subjects hands reach down and grab researchers' hair, pulling him even deeper into her vagina, her back arches and her pelvic area thrusts higher.* Researcher meets subjects' intensity and sucks her clit firmly, with his fingers deep inside. *Intense shuddering begins throughout subjects' body* "aaaahhhhhh" Researcher feels involuntarily spasms around his fingers. As more vulgar admonitions emit from subject… "Suck my pussy" Researcher stands somewhat, lifting subject's ass off the table, face still buried in her pussy. Researcher wonders if female ejaculatory response rumor is true. Still enjoying the taste of subject's wet pussy. Still continuing the thrusts, her body meeting the researchers' mouth. *Suddenly the subject feels the release from deep inside her body.* "Here it comes!" Researcher again feels a flexing in the vaginal area. A tightening begins everywhere in and on subjects' body. Researcher anticipates some sort of release, although uncertain of nature or magnitude. Subject thrust her pelvis up in one last long hard spasm, her legs tighten on researchers head as she grabs his hair and buries his face deeper in her wanting pussy. Immediate release of pressure is apparent by creamy hot liquid shooting into researchers' mouth. Surprised researcher continues sucking, and swallowing the orgasmic fluid. Lapping this up by running his tongue along vaginal lips causing more spasms and cream to be released. "Oh Dear God Yes!!!" *Subject collapses to table.* Researcher eases subject's ass onto the table. Quickly finds an appropriate covering and lies down next to her and shares her cum with her via a kiss, deeply probing with his tongue. Researcher idly strokes subject's hair, holding her in his arms. "Hmmm, you do realize that these tests will have to be reconducted?" "Yes. After a recharging period has passed" *Subject smiles dreamily, closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.* Researcher kisses subject gently one last time. "mmmm…life as a test subject may not be too bad" The last sounds researcher hears from subject. Researcher watches subject sleep for a long while before succumbing himself. Experiment 221 Something was wrong. Lily lay still, keeping her eyes closed. "Something is very wrong here." The bed felt normal. It wasn't too warm or cool in the room. It was still dark. Suddenly it dawned on her. Silence! Normally she would be able to hear traffic down below on the streets, the not-unwelcome sound of other human beings. The sounds of the city. Now there was nothing. Lily opened her eyes and gasped. She was in her own bed, still wearing her panties and over-sized shirt, but she wasn't in her apartment any more. The room was small. The walls around her were metallic and bare. The roof was curved, making the room into a half-sphere. Lily sat up and frowned. "Come to think of it," she thought, "I don't remember going to sleep." As Lily sat there and tried not to panic, she became aware of a gradual glow from above. There were no visible light sources, but after a short wait she could see clearly. A disembodied voice spoke out: "Do not be afraid. You are safe." "Who said that? Where am I?" "I am C21," replied the voice in a steady, mechanical monotone, "You are aboard my ship." "Have I been kidnapped?" "In a way. I have been observing you for some time, I believe you are the correct subject." "Subject? What are you talking about? " "There will be no mistakes this time." Lily started to panic, "What the hell is going on here? Let me out!" "Please, you must remain calm. I require you to answer some questions before we begin. What is your title?" "My title? My name is Lily." "Very well, Lily. Have you bred before this date?" "Bred?" "The process by which your species procreates." "None of your damn business." "Ah. You have such strange customs. Never mind, I've done the appropriate research." Lily got out up of off the bed and carefully examined the walls, looking for an escape. There didn't seem to be any visible sign of one. "Please, whoever you are, let me out of here! I'll do anything you ask. Anything!" "That is good, I had feared that this would be difficult. Are you prepared to breed?" "You want to fuck me?" "I am very certain that we would not be compatible, though there is some merit to such an experiment. I wish for you to to create a child." Lily considered her options. "I guess I have no choice. Do I get to pick my partner?" "I'm afraid not. I've studied the mating materials of your species, I know what you require and have it prepared." Suddenly the room became violently bright and Lily was forced to cover her eyes. As the room became visible once more, Lily prepared herself to meet the lucky guy. She had been good to her body and considered herself quite attractive, with natural curves and full but still perky breasts. She hoped her partner would meet a similar standard. What met her eyes was not quite to her expectations. Laying across Lily's bed was a stunning young redhead. A woman. The two looked at one another. "What the fuck!" exclaimed the redhead. "This isn't going to work!" Lily yelled. "I understand that your customs normally do not allow strangers to breed," said C21, "I urge you to continue in spite of this." "What are you talking about? You want me to get pregnant, right?" asked Lily. "Either of you would be appropriate." "We're both women." "Yes. You require a pair to procreate, do you not?" "I don't know where you get your information, but-" "Please cease your resistance. This is my final answer. I order the two of you to breed." The redhead looked up at Lily, "This guy is nuts." "You're telling me. I guess we should, well..." "I guess. Why don't you start. I've never been with a woman." "Neither have I." Lily gingerly climbed back onto the bed. She couldn't help but feel just a little excited. The redhead blushed deeply. If anything she was even more attractive than Lily, though perhaps a little older. She was wearing a white negligee with matching panties and stockings. Lily idly wondered what she had been up to before the abduction. Lily slid across the bed. Very shortly she was hovering over the other women, their faces mere inches apart. Lily ran her tongue across her lips, but didn't make a move. "Well, I'm Lily, by the way. What's your name?" "Sam. Or Samantha, I suppose." With that diversion used up Lily slowly leaned in, but she just couldn't bring herself to make contact with Samantha." "Hurry up. Haven't you ever experimented before?" "No. Have you?" "No." "Well what do you expect? What exactly are we going to do here?" Samantha frowned, "I didn't give it much thought. I guess we make out, then you eat me out." "What! I'm not putting my mouth on another woman's pussy." "Well somebody has to do it." Samantha suddenly surged upward and forced their lips together. They held the position for a moment, then Lily reluctantly forced her tongue past Samantha's painted lips. "Damn," thought Lily, "If I close my eyes this isn't half bad." Lily gingerly explored the inside of Samantha's mouth, eventually the two tongues met. Samantha pulled away, "I can't do this," she gasped, "It just too wrong." "We have to do this," Lily forced herself to reply, "There's no way out." Samantha looked around, frantic. "Listen up you stupid fuck! This won't work! You have to let me out of here!" Silence. "I can see that this is hard for you," C21 said, "I will do what I can to help." The lights dimmed slightly and took on a pink shade. "This won't work!" yelled Samantha. A slight hiss filled the room. Samantha became aware of an odd smell. A nice smell. After a few deep breaths she lay back against the pillows and smiled contently. "You actually do look kind of attractive," she purred at Lily. Lily grinned shyly, "So do you want me to eat you out now?" "Not exactly." Samantha leaped forward. In a blur of movement Lily was pinned to the bed beneath the redhead. A hand snaked up under Lily's long shirt and tore away her cotton panties. "Jesus!" said Lily. The two pairs of lips met once more, this time with Samantha taking the initiative. Her tongue danced around the inside of Lily's mouth. When the pair finally separated Lily took a deep breath. "That was so naughty," she moaned, "You're a great kisser." Samantha grinned mischievously. Lily moved in to resume the kiss, but her lips met empty air. She felt her legs being forced apart. "Not so fast, Sam," she breathed. Samantha hungrily looked down at the pussy in front of her. It was swollen and glistening, there was a small wet patch forming beneath Lily. A wet licking sound filled the air. It took Lily a moment to react, but the pleasure reached her in due time and she let out a soft moan. Samantha lapped away like a hungry animal. She felt slightly confused by the situation, but her pussy was soaked and her mind was flooded with arousal. Lily shifted around on top of the silk sheet, Samantha grabbed onto her thighs and attempted to keep her still. "Oh God," Lily moaned, "Are you sure you've never done this before?" Samantha briefly pulled away. "I don't know what has come over me. I need to taste your hot cunt! I have to make you cum!" Lily dug her nails into the sheet as her pussy was devoured. The temperature inside the room seemed to have risen considerably, the two women were glistening with sweat. Overcome with pleasure, Lily reached down and grabbed a handful of thick red hair, holding her lover's head in place. Samantha understood the gesture and redoubled her efforts, lathering Lily's swollen lips and gently tickling her clit. Suddenly Samantha moved again, after a short struggle a pair of lacy white panties pressed up against Lily's nose. Samantha's tongue resumed its magic. Lily quickly pulled Samantha's panties to one side and applied her own tongue. The room filled with panting and moaning, the sheets were absolutely soaked. With a mighty cry, Lily experienced a mind numbing climax. Her scream was muffled by a mouth full of pussy. The excitement pushed Samantha over the edge shortly after. The pair lay entwined on the bed, slowly recovering from their orgasms. Lily was the first to speak. "What the hell was that? I've never done anything like that before in my life!" Samantha let out a long breath, "I know, I've been married for five years and I've never cum that hard." Lily let out a short laugh, "What do you think your husband would say about this?" "You have rested for long enough," interrupted C21, "Now continue breeding." Samantha smiled, "Well, you heard the order. I guess we should get back to it." Lily gasped as Samantha's tongue danced across her sensitive flesh once more. Experiment Many thanks to HMAuthor and NorthernDancer for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. ***** "Don't forget to call me if you catch an earlier plane home from the conference or if your plane is delayed," said Florence. "I want to know either way, so I can be ready." "OK," said Erwin. "Why are you so obsessed with this vacation?" "Because your company owns you for the next five days," she said, "but the minute you get off the plane, you are mine exclusively for three full weeks." "The vacation doesn't officially start until the next morning," he said. "On the way home, I have to stop at the lab for a few minutes to check on the rats." "How could I forget the rats?" she said. "We owe them everything." They both laughed as they embraced, and then he walked out the front door. He didn't see that her smile changed to a frown as soon as the door closed behind him. For Florence and Erwin, rats were their life. Both of them were fascinated by science at an early age, and from high school onward, they knew they wanted to be research scientists. Each of them had achieved success. Erwin headed a team that researched new drugs for a large company. He made much more money than she did, but she was more famous, because her research into human psychology, especially sexual pathology, was frequently written up in popular publications and on websites, in addition to the peer review journals where Erwin's discoveries were published. They fell in love while they were taking care of rats in a college lab. Each of them was working on an experiment for a different class, but at late at night, after they finished with their rats, they collaborated in some intense human biology studies. They were married as soon as they graduated, and since they both had multiple job offers, they were able to take positions in the same city. Florence thought their marriage was as successful as their careers, and Erwin never said anything to indicate he felt otherwise. They were talking about her taking a long break after she finished the two projects she was working on so they could start a family. Because she was a scientist, she was used to changing her mind. She would often start a project on the basis of what she thought was a sound hypothesis, because it was validated by all the data available up to that point. Sometimes, the results of her experiments clearly showed that her initial hypothesis had been wrong. It never bothered her to acknowledge that and proceed from an altered hypothesis. A year ago, an earthquake had almost thrown her out of her bed, and she had called him at one in the morning at his hotel. He was presenting a paper at an out-of-town conference, but she was concerned that he might hear about the quake and worry about her, so she decided to wake him up. When he picked up the phone and she told him why she was calling, his voice sounded strange. And then she heard another voice in the background, a woman's voice. The phone went dead, and in a minute, he called back saying he had been cut off. He sounded more like himself and was concerned about her safety and the damage to the house. She told him to go back to sleep, but after she hung up, she didn't sleep much herself. When he came home, he didn't mention the call or explain the woman's voice. That made her wonder whether her hypothesis about their marriage was valid. She decided to collect more data and re-evaluate data from the last few years. After she collated and examined it carefully, she concluded that her original hypothesis was probably wrong. It wasn't hard for her to accept the new reality. Much more difficult was deciding her next step. Her previous conclusion had led to her making many assumptions about their future together. Now that these assumptions no longer applied, the progression of her personal life was no longer as clear as the progression of her research projects. She thought about divorce and analyzed her feelings. She concluded that she still loved him. The data indicated that he rarely cheated, and only on business trips. She could find no pattern showing he was a serial adulterer. She saw no variation in how he treated her. She hypothesized that he probably loved her, too, and his cheating was spontaneous. He didn't plan it, but when he had the opportunity, he also didn't resist it. After much thought, she decided to treat the situation as a research project in human sexuality and began working on it whenever she had spare time. To her as a scientist, the concepts of love, cheating and jealousy were simply different kinds of chemical reactions in the brain, whose state at any given time was the result of a combination of inherited genes and ever-changing stimuli that started with birth. She knew Erwin felt the same way. Yet although she rejected the association between love and any romantic, spiritual or magical ideas, she still experienced strong emotions - different chemical reactions commonly called disillusionment, disgust, anger, rage and thirst for revenge. It felt good to work on her personal research project. Her regular work kept her busy, so the personal project moved slowly. But she wasn't impatient. She methodically gathered preliminary data until she felt she had more than she needed. Now it was time to use the data, along with data gathered from her own rat experiments and published findings from the research of other scientists. She was stumped for a couple of weeks. She didn't want to devise an experiment from which the results would produce nothing useful to her or anyone else. For her, research was all about relevance or it was just a game and a waste of time. Then it hit her. Her situation was not unique. Why not create a hypothetical solution to her situation and set up an experiment to test it? If her solution worked, it could be helpful to her and others. Even if it didn't, the data from the failure could lead to further experiments that might prove more fruitful. Now came the hardest part. What would a solution to her problem with Erwin look like? Florence thought about this and came up with a rough idea. She adjusted it frequently in the following weeks until she could state it clearly enough to begin working on the experiment. It could always be adjusted again later. Maybe it wasn't the outcome another woman would want, or even the one most women would choose, but it was the one she desired, and she was the one doing the work, so that justified it for her. Two things did bother her: peer review and replication. She felt bad that whether the experiment confirmed her hypothesis or falsified it, the results might only be applicable to Erwin. In order to find out whether it could be used in other situations, she would have to submit write a paper about the experiment and submit it to a respected journal so that other scientists could try to replicate what she had done. Only then could her results could be applied universally. But she doubted this would ever happen, because her study wouldn't be accepted by any reputable journal. This drawback didn't make her abandon the experiment. She began working on the design. When Erwin arrived home after flying back from the conference and stopping at the lab to check on his rats, he had no sooner walked through the front door than he felt a sting on his neck, just a small one like an ant bite. That's the last thing he remembered until he woke up. He was still inside the front door, but now he was on the floor, and he was naked. He looked up and saw Florence dressed in her white lab uniform sitting in a kitchen chair next to him. He felt dizzy and weak, and when he tried to talk, his tongue felt so swollen that it was filling his mouth. He couldn't form words, and only random sounds came out. "Don't try to talk yet, Erwin," she said, "because you can't. The effects of the drug will wear off soon, and you'll be physically back to normal in half an hour. No more chemicals are going to be used in this study. Right now, you're already able to comprehend what I'm saying, so I can begin describing the experiment. "I left you here after injecting you as you walked in the door, because I wanted to show you some of the things I designed for the experiment before your mind had to focus on other matters. From here, you can already see one simple but vital piece of equipment. "Look behind me to the end of the foyer. Do you see our new piece of furniture? It's a large, decorative Chinese screen, and its purpose is to provide for unexpected visitors. All our friends know that we are gone for three weeks, so we won't see any of them. But if a delivery person comes to the door, and I open it, all he or she will see is the screen behind me. Before I put it up, you could see a little bit of the kitchen and living room, but now they are hidden. "Crawl with me behind the screen. I know you can't stand up yet, but you can move in the direction I'm pulling. I've got a collar on you and a leash to pull, but you're much bigger than I am, so you could probably resist my pulling if you wanted to and even grab the leash to keep from choking. But you can't do much more, and you can see this wooden paddle I'm lifting from the floor. I'm prepared to apply it strongly to your buttocks until the pain is enough to stimulate you to crawl where I lead you. I want to get started right away, so I'll begin pulling the leash and give you thirty seconds to follow me. "That was good. I really didn't want to introduce an additional variable into the experiment before I started. Let's go around the screen. Now I'm going to bend down and thread the leash through here and pull you forward like this into the holding pen. You're stopping. Probably you're confused, but I'll explain everything in a minute. For now, all you need to know is that you have to crawl a few more feet forward. I'm going to give you thirty seconds again. OK, get ready, Erwin. I don't want to do this, and it's going to hurt a lot, but if you don't move immediately - there you go. "I knew that even though you're not totally alert yet, your powers of reason would overcome your emotional reluctance to get into the cage. Now let me fasten it and lock it. As you see, it won't allow you to stand up, but it's big enough for you to lie down and stretch out, so why don't you do that and get comfortable while I talk. The bottom of the cage, and most of the downstairs of our house, is now thick padding, with a hygienic waterproof rubber mat covering it, so it's easy to clean by just hosing it down to the drains I've installed that go through the garage into the flower beds. I could invite the neighbors over for a barbecue in our backyard, and no one would see the drains. "The drains were the hardest part of preparing this experiment. I've created similar systems for the rats, and I thought that it would just be a matter of increasing the scale, but I was wrong. I had to learn a lot about home construction so I could camouflage the drains without destroying our house. Despite that, while I was working on them the last few days, I realized I was just setting up another rat experiment like I've been doing for years, except this time, the rat is larger. "The impetus for this experiment was your cheating on some of your conference trips. We don't need to get into how I found out or my anger. We're both scientists, and we know how human sexuality works. All I'll say is that I had a strong emotional reaction and considered divorce, but I decided to collect more data first. "I found out that you weren't a serial cheater, because there was no pattern and not a lot of frequency. Knowing you well, I was sure that you didn't take any chances that could affect your health and mine, and that you were also protective of your good reputation. Taking the positive parts of our marriage into consideration, logic dictated that I shouldn't do anything rash. "But as you know, the chemicals in our brain frequently veer from the logical, and I found that when I was assessing the situation, I wasn't going to be satisfied with accusations, apologies and promises that I could never be sure you would keep. I thought of revenge, such as having sex with other men, but I had no desires in that direction. I also thought of how I could hurt you psychologically - I would never hurt you physically - and I came up with some ideas that I could use to make you suffer. "But sadism is foreign to my nature. The hardest parts of my rat experiments are always when the rats are hurt even slightly, either physically or psychologically. I always work to minimize such injuries. To me, they are only justified when there's a good possibility the experiment could dramatically improve human life. "Thinking of my research with rats is what finally gave me an idea that felt like the right one for me. And since your research is also with rats, it even felt poetically appropriate. I worked hard to prepare my experiment, and today we're beginning. This phase will last for three weeks and coincide with our vacation. I never paid for the tickets or reservations, and as soon as you left town, I canceled all of them. So we'll be staying here, even though everyone thinks we're out of town. "The hypothesis for the experiment is this: In three weeks, I can condition you to be totally submissive to me in our personal intimate life without affecting the rest of your life in any way, especially your ability to do intellectually demanding scientific research. "The fourth week, you'll go back to work and we'll see how well the hypothesis holds up. Then I'll evaluate all the data and decide what to do after that. "When I started working on the experiment, I realized how audacious my hypothesis was. I am trying to make you into what lay people call a split personality, so that you are one person whenever you deal with anything involving me on a personal level - and a different person at other times. We both know the brain doesn't work like that. "But I decided to see how close I can get to achieving at least an approximation of that result, one that would work for our careers, our marriage and the family we were planning to have. That's what I hope we'll know in three weeks. "You'll find this funny, but for a few minutes I thought about moral and ethical implications of what I'm doing. Remember when we were in college and we had those deep discussions? Later, when we had more research experience, we both realized how naive we had been. "We know that we're just like everyone else. Every day we go about our lives imagining we have free will and are making decisions for ourselves. But as scientists, we know our brains are wired to respond certain ways to certain stimuli, and we have no control at all. So when I condition you to automatically obey my wishes, I'm not taking away your freedom. I'm just switching some of the connections in your brain to hand over some of their control to me. "As you've often reminded me, there's no right and wrong when it comes to power, whether it's power that controls us or the power we have to control others, such as our research teams and support personnel. Or as you put it, 'Sometimes you're the scientist, and sometimes you're the rat.' Up to now, I guess our marriage was a collaboration of scientists, but now I'm changing it to a new model. I'm the scientist, and you're the rat. We both agree that neither kind of relationship is better than the other. They're just different. And since I prefer the second one now and I'm running the experiment, there's no reason I shouldn't try to achieve it. "As usual, the researcher will be working at least as hard as the rat will. I won't get much sleep, because I'll be recording my observations in the lab book and making notes about the progress or lack of it. "Sleep deprivation is a major part of the experiment. We've both read the literature that started appearing at the time of the first brainwashing discoveries, and we know that lack of REM sleep makes the brain much more open to suggestions that can lead to changes in brain function. For the first two weeks, your days will be five hours long. You'll sleep only one of those hours. "At first, you won't fall asleep right away, but in a short time, you'll be so exhausted all the time that you'll be sleeping whenever you're not being kept awake. I'll gradually increase the amounts of sleep in the third week, so that you're close to normal by the time you go back to work. "Pleasure and pain will be other controls that I'll use, mostly as part of aversion therapy. You'll see how those work in a few minutes. Apart from the conditioning, everything else, including bodily functions will be kept as simple as possible so minimal time is wasted. You and I don't believe in human dignity anyway, so it makes no difference if those functions are handled as though you were a lab rat. I will offer you a few concessions, and I'll be curious to see whether you choose them. If you do, remember that you can't take too much time, because every minute counts. "All right, Erwin, I see that you're almost fully alert. You're probably analyzing the data I just gave you, but now you have to stop, because our work is beginning. I'm opening up one of the three gates leading from the holding pen, which is where you'll be sleeping. You need to crawl through it and down the narrow steel wire tunnel into the elimination room. "You're beginning to speak with sounds I can understand, and that's perfectly all right. You may speak as much as you want, and you may also shout and scream. I checked on how well our house is soundproofed a few days ago, and no matter how loud you scream, nobody can hear you, not even if someone has his ear against our front door. But you can save your breath if you want, because I'm tuning you out and won't respond to anything you say. If I did, it might influence your responses and ruin the experiment. "So please move through that tunnel that's open to the elimination room, Erwin. I won't try to reach inside the cage with my paddle, but all the metal is wired, and I will give you a slight shock if you aren't moving in thirty seconds. Then I'll wait thirty more seconds and increase the shock just a little. I'll keep doing that until you follow instructions. "Good. Yes, keep talking, Erwin, as long as you keep moving forward into the next cage. This cage is much smaller than the holding pen. You can barely fit into it, and you can't raise your head. That's because your body needs to be completely immobile to prevent accidents. "Your voice got suddenly louder, Erwin, which means you felt my finger going into your anus. I pushed some lubricant in there. Now I'm going to take my finger out and get some more. You're trying to move your buttocks, but there isn't any space for them to go, so it's easy for me to push the lube in you. That should be enough. Now I'm inserting a tube, and it's going in smoothly because of the lube. I'm pushing it as deep as I can without hurting you. "There. I think that's as deep as I can safely get it into your colon. Now I'll slowly turn the spigot. What's going into you is plain water, with no chemicals. The chemicals would work faster, but in this case, I want to keep the test close to natural conditions. Your stomach is expanding as the water fills you up, and it's not much different than you drinking a six-pack of beer, except you're drinking it from the other end. "A little water is starting to back up out of you, so you must be full. I'll carefully pull the tubing out, and now you will have your first choice to make. I'm raising the grill on top of the elimination room so you can lift your head a little. Look up and in front of you. The next room has a toilet, and if I raise the gate to it, you can crawl into it and manage to get onto the toilet, even though you'll have to bend over. Experiment "If you tell me you prefer that and will cooperate, I'll lift the gate for you. Now look underneath you. There's a nice-sized hole. If you prefer that, I'll lift the wiring above you a little so you can squat over it. Don't worry about urinating, because you can see the hygienic rubber mat goes halfway up the sides of the elimination room. If you choose to eliminate here, I'll just hose you down and hose down the room so everything goes into the hole and out into the flower bed. "You have one more choice. You don't even have to squat over the hole. It's much easier to stay on your hands and knees like you are now and just let loose when you feel the need like a rat does. It will be more smelly, but I'll hose it down the same way. I'm a little curious as to what you'll choose, because we both know that there's basically no difference between a rat defecating and a human defecating, just cultural habits of modesty. It would be a lot easier for you to just stay where you are instead of crawling up onto the toilet or squatting over the hole. "I see your body is starting to agitate, so it's time for you to tell me. You're saying a lot of things, Erwin, and I'm not listening to them. I'm listening for you to tell me you prefer the toilet or the hole, and if you don't make yourself clear, I'll assume you want to defecate like a rat. "Oh, that was pretty clear. And when I lifted the gate, you scrambled up onto that toilet pretty fast. I wonder if you will make the same choice later when you are exhausted from the sleep deprivation. Will you still try to follow your cultural conditioning or will you decide that since you aren't any different from a rat, there's no need to make the effort? "You will be eliminating at the end of every second cycle for the first two weeks, or around every ten hours. To get you on the schedule, we'll use enemas like this at first. As soon as your body has adjusted to the new timing, you'll be able eliminate on schedule, and the enemas won't be necessary. "I haven't been watching you to give you a little privacy, but it's been 10 minutes. Signal me when you're finished, or I'll take a look in two more minutes. I hope you haven't been trying to do anything to escape. I'm expecting that sooner or later you will, but if you do, there will be consequences to discourage further attempts that waste research time. "Two minutes is up. I see you've managed to pull some of the wires apart. Since I didn't warn you about the consequences earlier, I'm not going to do anything this time. Because you've shown me how important it is to you to use the toilet, that will be your deterrent. If something like this happens again during elimination, you will no longer be allowed into the toilet room, and you won't be allowed to squat over the hole either. You'll confined to your hands and knees in the elimination room and eliminate like an animal onto the floor, the walls and yourself. Then I'll hose you down and cage you. "OK, Erwin, you've finished with the toilet paper, so please wash your hands in the sink. Yes, reach up even though you can't raise your head too high because of the low wire ceiling. Did you realize you were in the guest bathroom? There, you've managed it. Now back up through the gate into the elimination room again. I'm shutting the gate to the toilet room, and now I'm opening the gate to the passageway. You need to back up into it and keep moving back until you're in the holding pen and I shut the gate to this passage. "That was good, Erwin. You moved well. In a day or so, you'll be more used to this, and I'm sure it will take even less time. Now, I'm shutting the gate to the first passage and opening the gate to the second passage. Please crawl forward and down the passage. Thank you for your cooperation. "Yes, crawl through that gate into the aversion fitting room. It's the same size as the elimination room, so you'll be on your hands and knees again and unable to move much, but just for a few minutes. And here comes another tube to go into your anus, but this time, you'll be filled with oil, not water and only enough to get you lubricated. See, the tube is already coming out. "Now, I'm replacing it with a soft, rubber dildo. For safety, it's so spongy that when I manipulate it, the shape changes, so it's hard for me to get it into you, but by moving it around and gently pushing it, I'm slowly working all 10 inches into you. It helps that it's not too thick. There. It's as far as it can go, and all that sticks out is a long tube. "One more piece of lab equipment needs to be attached. It's a clear, round plastic cylinder that goes over your penis and is held in place by a band around your waist. OK, that's done. There's another long tube attached to the end of it. "Look at the gate in front of you now, Erwin. I'm pulling it up so you can crawl through it into the aversion theater. To your right, you'll see a large pile of cushions against the side of the cage. Please arrange the cushions so you can sit on them comfortably. Push them against the side of the cage and pile them up any way you want and then arrange yourself on them whichever way you like, as long as you're facing to the right. Don't worry about the tubes attached to your penis sheath or the soft dildo. I'll make sure they don't get tangled up. "Very good, Erwin. You are sitting up straight for the moment. As the cushions start to give, you'll slide down a little into a more relaxed position, and that will be perfect for this part of the experiment. "Now look straight ahead through the cage. You'll see I'm lifting the cover off a large flat-screen monitor. This is what you will be watching for the next half-hour. I've spent a lot of time the last couple of months putting together your show. It consists of images and video and a soundtrack that includes voices and also music. "It's a show of women, beautiful women. They are all races and many ages. Some of them you'll recognize because I tracked down several of your convention hookups, and a couple agreed to pose in sexy photos after I paid them, but most of the women you won't know. "Some of the photos and videos will show only faces, some will be of women fully dressed in every kind of outfit from innocent to seductive. There will be women who are barely dressed, and women who are naked and women who are positioned to receive sex in various ways. And there is plenty of hardcore video of women having sex in every possible way, from the most common to the most perverse and degrading. "But, as we both know, that's really a false distinction. What's degrading to you could be normal to someone else and vice-versa. Scientifically, there's no difference. It just depends on how you're wired. I know a little bit about how you're wired sexually, but there's a lot I don't know. And that's why I've got a tremendous variety of women in these visuals to stimulate you. Your inner wiring will determine your response. "As you're watching, I'll be watching you. When I see even the slightest reaction to one of the images, I'll note which photo or video it was and halt the show with the image frozen on the screen. That's when the conditioning starts. "I see you've slid down a little, but you've got a clear view of the screen and you've adjusted your knees so the tubes between your legs aren't bothering you, so let's get started. I won't say anything until I see a reaction. Here comes the first image. "Well, that didn't take long, but I didn't expect it would. I hypothesized that when the video of the cute young white woman came up and you saw that giant black penis pushing into her, you'd react, and sure enough you did. The goal of the conditioning is for you to no longer respond to scenes like that, and to achieve that goal, I want you to associate the image with discomfort. That's why I'm squeezing this bulb at the end of the tube connected to the soft rubber dildo inside your anus. "It's an inflatable dildo, and in a second it will grow enough to cause some slight discomfort. There, your shifting legs tell me that you are starting to respond. I'll leave it at that level and turn on the pump now. It's set at the lowest level and has started sucking your penis into the clear cylinder. It will continue sucking until you've had an orgasm, and then it will suck all the semen into this receptacle. "You're already beginning to respond to the suction, so it's time to go back to the bulb and give it another squeeze. That puts your focus on the discomfort again, and your penis has wilted. But the suction continues, and the penis is slowly rising again. Now here's another squeeze of the bulb. You yelled out that time, so I think it's starting to really bother you. "The penis went down, but now it's slowly rising again. Let's let it get a little harder this time. You're moaning now, but it's hard to tell if it's because of the sucking of your penis or the expansion of the dildo. Time to squeeze the bulb again. "That time your whole body reacted, but the penis was barely affected. Will another squeeze affect it? Not much, but you certainly are sweating and puffing now, and your face shows you're in tremendous discomfort. I think two more squeezes will do it for this time. "I see by the way your body is thrashing around on the pillows now that you're totally out of control. It's because of the thick mass inside pushing the walls of you anus while your penis is thrusting toward an orgasm. There you go. Your head is moving wildly in every direction, so I don't think you noticed the semen coming out and being sucked into the receptacle. "I'm waiting until I don't see any more semen, and then I'll wait another minute before I relieve the pressure in your bowels. I want you to start associating women and sex with this kind of agony, and this was the first step. It took about 10 minutes. Now I'll start the images on the screen again. We should be able to go through this once more before our time is up. "You may attempt to disguise your reaction to the stimuli, but my training and knowledge of you will help me spot any responses. Within a few days, I hope there will be negative responses to some of the images, and by the end of the experiment, I hope all the responses to every woman and every situation will be negative." They went through the aversion cycle one more time, and when it was over, Erwin was lying on the floor of the cage in a fetal position and whimpering as tears streamed down his face. She observed everything and wrote notes in her lab book. After letting him rest 10 minutes, she spoke to him again. "Erwin," she said, "it's time for the last part of the therapy. You'll probably enjoy this part. So please get up and crawl backward out through the gate and back to the holding pen." It took him a long time to move back to the holding pen, because of the stabs of pain in his anus whenever he moved a leg. Once he was in the pen and the gate had been shut, she said, "There's one more gate, and I'm opening it now. This is the gate that leads to pleasure for you and a positive outcome for my experiment. I've lifted it now, so you can begin crawling. I know you're tired, but in a half-hour or so you will get to sleep, so please start moving forward. I think you've had enough pain for now, so I don't want to use any more to make you respond. "That's it. I don't know if you're responding to the promise of pleasure yet, but I hope in a few days that's what you'll be doing each time you crawl down the passage you're going through now. You've now entered the attraction fitting room. It's almost exactly the same as the aversion fitting room, and that's the idea. "You're getting another dildo in your anus, but this one is a lot thinner so it's going in easily, and the same kind of sucking mechanism has been connected to your penis. Now please go through the next gate into the attraction theater and get yourself comfortable on the pillows. I hear you pleading, but you don't need to. This is going to be a lot different. Look at the screen. The video's starting. "There's only one woman there. It's your wife, and I'm posing in many outfits and even different hair styles. I had a lot of fun doing this one, especially the dirty poses. Do you like me in that skimpy outfit? There, I saw a slight response for the first time. Even though I'm trying to be objective, I must admit that made me happy. Now I'm turning on the pump and the remote switch that controls the dildo. It's set to a gentle vibration, and as you start responding to the pump, the vibration will gradually increase to keep pace. And then you're going to have a tremendous orgasm from all the pleasurable stimulation. It will go slowly because your body is still reacting to the aversion therapy, but I hope we have time for two pleasure sessions." She managed to produce two emotion-filled orgasms, and then Erwin collapsed again. She woke him after 10 minutes and guided him back to the holding pen, where he stretched out and went to sleep. She woke him a few hours later and pointed to two bowls she had placed in the holding pen. "This is your food, Erwin," she said. "I did a lot of nutritional research and prepared enough for all three weeks while you were gone. That smelly gruel contains everything your body needs: protein, carbs, fats, vitamins, fiber. It's a complete meal, only liquefied. In fact, since everything is scientifically balanced, you will be healthier in three weeks than you are now because this is all you'll eat. There won't be any junk in your diet. You'll have to lap it up like a dog because I'm not taking chances with any utensils being used for the wrong purposes. "You have 15 minutes for your meal, and then I'll take it away. If you aren't hungry enough yet, it will be there for you later. I've measured everything out so you get the right amount of nutrition during the three weeks. "I see you lapped up all the water, but you looked at the food and sniffed it. You're not hungry enough yet. I know eventually you'll eat it no matter how bad it smells or tastes, but we may as well not waste any time, so I'm taking it away for now. It's time for exercise. "I've devised exercises to keep all your muscles toned, and they'll all be done here in the holding pen. Some of them you already know, like push-ups and upper-body and leg raises lying on your back. But there are others that I'll have to teach you that can be done in this cage. You probably didn't notice I put a treadmill next to the toilet. Since you won't be eliminating during this cycle, I'll lift the ceiling in the bathroom, and you'll spend some time on the treadmill before going to the aversion theater. Part of the experiment is to see if you can be more physically fit at the conclusion that you were at the beginning." The new cycle went smoothly. Erwin didn't offer any resistance to going on the treadmill or the aversion therapy. He was once again exhausted after finishing the attraction theater session and fell asleep immediately once he was back in the holding pen. When she woke him up, he was groggy. He drank all the water and stuck his tongue into the gruel, but then there were gagging noises and he quickly moved away from the bowl. The elimination room and aversion theater went the same as before, but there was a change in the attraction theater. After she attached the apparatus to his penis and the vibrating dildo was in his anus, she told him that his progress had been so good that she was moving to the next phase three cycles before she had originally planned to. "I want you to get on your hands and knees," she said. "You can use the cushions for your knees if you want, but they aren't necessary, because the floor is soft and spongy. I've taken away the flat screen monitor. You probably didn't notice the hinged flap in the cage in front of where the monitor was, but now you see it. I'm opening it, and you can see that it's large enough to get your head through. I'm attaching some spongy rubber to the wire framing the opening. Now I want you to stick your head through it to check and make sure I made it large enough. That's it. It looks like it's a little larger than necessary. OK, now you can put your head back in and look at me. "Do you see that I'm naked now, just like you? You've been looking at all kinds of women in the aversion theater and experiencing pain when they aroused you. And you've been looking at me in the attraction theater while experiencing tremendous orgasms. I can't bring live women here for the aversion therapy, but I do have a live version of me for the attraction therapy. "So I've moved this big, stuffed chair up to the flap in the cage, and I've got lots of small cushions to help me get into a position that's comfortable for me and accessible to you. Let me move this way a little. There, my legs are spread wide, and my vagina is right in front of you. You can see that it's already juicy with anticipation. "You've always given me oral satisfaction, and I hope I've done the same for you. So all you have to do now is stick your head through the window and do what you always do. Usually, you're also holding my legs and stroking them, but I won't be able enjoy that again for a few more weeks. For now, it will have to be just your mouth. "I'm not going to force you, Erwin. I thought you might be ready for this, but if you aren't, I'll bring back the monitor and you can watch the images again. I know you aren't happy at the moment, but in a couple more weeks, your conditioning will make you eager and excited whenever I offer myself to you this way - or any way. So why not fake it today? "I see you're looking at the window and my vagina and thinking about it. There you go. Yes, move right up against the side of the cage and stick your head through it. Ohhh! Your tongue is magic, like it always is. I'm turning on the switches to the sucking machine and the vibrating dildo now. Ohhh! There goes my first orgasm. It looks like you had one, too." He had two orgasms in the half-hour session, and the container that collected his semen was nearly full. When he was back in the holding pen, he fell asleep at once, and when he was awakened, he lapped up the gruel until the bowl was empty. The elimination room, aversion theater and attraction theater all went without a hitch, and the cycles continued to proceed smoothly for the next few days. Florence felt that something was motivating him, but he didn't say what it was and she couldn't figure it out. "She found out during a cycle that started in a promising way. She no longer had to give him an enema for the elimination room. He was as regular as clockwork now. During the aversion theater, she was able to discard two more types of images and videos that Erwin was no longer responding to. There were only five things left that aroused him at all when he watched other women. "In the attraction theater, his mouth and tongue brought her to her first orgasm within seconds, and the orgasms continued cascading down and immersing her with pleasure. "And then she woke up with his hands around her neck. She realized what had happened. She had been so worn out by her own lack of sleep that the exhausting orgasms had made her nod off and her head fall forward. He must have been waiting for that to happen, because he had withdrawn his head from the window and stuck his hands though and now had a choke hold on her. "She was alert at once and scared. She looked at his face. He was glowering at her. But in a couple of seconds, she was no longer scared, and she smiled at what she saw. She could tell he was desperate, but also that he was frustrated because he had made a miscalculation. They both knew that a good scientist never begins any kind of procedure without thinking about and preparing for the step to follow. Maybe because of the sleep deprivation, he had formed a plan but hadn't thought it through. She could tell by his face that he was beginning to realize that. Experiment "Erwin, before you kill me, I want to say something," she said. "When you choke the life out of me, I'll be lying here outside of your cage. As we both know, my body will begin decaying, and in a few days, it will be black and puffy and smell terrible. "You might not even smell it, because by then you'll already be smelling other things. You'll be able to twist a few wires here and there, but not enough to get out of the attraction theater. You won't be able to get to your food and water, so day by day, you'll get weaker. You'll foul your nest and lie in your urine and excrement. "Everyone knows we're gone for a few weeks. I wonder how long it will take for someone to come here after you don't show up for work and nobody answers our phone. They'll probably think we got stuck abroad and begin searching for us. How soon will someone come to the house - two weeks? Three weeks? Most likely they'll find both of us dead and stinking. If you're still alive, you won't be human anymore. They'll put you someplace, another kind of rat cage, and feed you until you finally die. "On the other hand, if you let go of my neck, things will go pretty much as they have gone up to now for another week and a half. Then, if the experiment has a positive outcome - and the data so far seem to indicate there's a good chance for that - you will be conditioned to be happy doing what I want you to do for the rest of your life. You'll continue getting acclaim and lots of income for your drug research, and you'll get tremendous satisfaction at home from me and our children. "This episode will have to have consequences to prevent a recurrence and any other acts of resistance. You will be in pain. But it will be of short duration. Compare that with death or debilitation. "There's a positive aspect to this, too, Erwin, for both of us. It shows that even during your conditioning, your mind remains sharp and agile, capable of thinking outside the cage. Everything was going so well, but I was still worried whether the conditioning was going to affect your abilities as a scientist. I think this shows both of us that we don't need to worry about that. "All right, Erwin. I've said my piece. Now it's up to you whether to kill me or not. I think you're too rational to do it, but I also know that even the best minds have episodes of irrationality, such as the times you cheated on me. I'm afraid to die, but as a scientist, I'm also curious about what you decide." He held onto her neck a few more minutes while she smiled at him and he glared at her. Then he let go and fell back onto the floor of the cage and began sobbing. She ended the attraction session early and moved him back to the holding pen, where he cried himself to sleep. The next time he was in the elimination room, he waited for her to lift the gate to the bathroom, but she didn't. As she stuck a tube into his anus, she said, "Just today, we're going to do something else, Erwin. I'm going to give you a real enema, so you'll need to eliminate immediately. And you'll do it on your hands and knees, like an animal. Then you'll get a second one and do the same thing. After that, I'll hose you and the cage down and give you a third one that will fill you with lubricant. You won't need to expel that." When he had been filled with lube, Florence said. "Now we're ready for you to receive the consequences of grabbing my neck. I'm crawling in here behind you. I'm not going to put the expanding dildo into you, but I'm putting one finger into your anus and moving it in and out. "Here's a second finger joining the first, and now a third finger. You're taking them fine so far, but I see that the fourth finger bothered you. I'm working in and out of you with four fingers now, and there, I've tucked my thumb behind them and have all five at work. "The next thing is for me to slowly push the fingers forward. I see you're trying to move away from me and shake your buttocks to get rid of my fingers, but the cage doesn't give you much space to move, so the pushing continues. It's not hard, but it doesn't let up, and I'm starting to feel - there, I pushed my hand in to the wrist. You really rattled your cage when you reacted. "Let's rest like this for a minute. We're not done yet. Now get ready. I'm making my hand into a fist and pulling it out. I'm going to do that over and over again, gradually speeding up until I'm punching my fist into you and ripping it out of you. I'll make sure not to damage you, but I think you'll remember this for a long time. "If you show any further resistance to the conditioning, I will be doing this again, and after I do it, I'll add something else a lot more painful because repeated resistance would call for a stronger deterrent. But I'm sure I won't need any more deterrents, because things have been going so well, and now you know what will happen if you do anything to impede the experiment." The next challenge Florence encountered wasn't a major one. It occurred a few days later in the attraction theater, when she spread herself wide on the chair, but instead of presenting her vagina, she slid down on the cushions and presented her anus. She saw Erwin looking at her questioningly. "Today is something new for both of us, Erwin," she said. "I'm doing this mainly as a test of the conditioning process. You've been doing a wonderful job at pleasuring my vagina with your tongue, but you've always enjoyed doing that. You've never attempted to do this, so I have a feeling you didn't want to. I don't know if I will like it either, but it's important that you do what I ask you to, whether you want to or not. I know it can't be exactly the same, but I want you to do for my anus what you've been doing for my vagina." Erwin's eyes were wide. He stared at her from inside the cage, but he made no move toward the window to stick his head through. "I know you're scared, Erwin," she said, "but we need to do this now, so please begin." He was frozen, and made no move. "I could threaten you with the fisting and some more painful persuasion, but this defiance is at a much lower level than when you attacked me, so I'll use a gentler form of coercion," she said, lowering her legs. "Right now I have the controls for the penis pump and he dildo vibrator on a low level to give you continuous pleasure and ongoing orgasms while you pleasure me. "But now I'm going to turn the levels a bit higher, like they were when you were watching my images. There. I see you're responding. I've observed y our reactions during the image conditioning, and I took notes. You have a certain breathing pattern that begins about 30 seconds before you come. It happens every time. "I'm listening for it now, and there it is. I just heard it, and I immediately turned off both stimulants. You were startled, I could tell, because you were sure you were about to explode. Now we'll wait for a while. It may take a minute or so, but I want to look into the sucking sheath and see that you're totally soft again. I think we're there now. "Again, I'm starting the vibration in the dildo and the suction and waiting for that breathing pattern. That was a lot faster. I heard it, and I shut you down again. Now we'll wait. Do you see where this is going?" Erwin didn't say anything, but after the fifth time she had built him up and then deflated him, he screamed as the pump and vibration stopped. His face was full of frustration, and there was pain written on it, too. "It sounds like your testicles are starting to hurt, Erwin," she said, "even though I haven't touched them. When you're ready to do what I tell you, just say yes, and I'll stop the pleasure torture." He immediately said, "Yes," and said it loud. He was lying back on the cushions waiting for her to turn the knobs so he could finally get his release. After a few seconds, when nothing happened, he looked at her. She had positioned herself again on the chair, with her legs spread wide and her anus presented and pushed toward the opening in his cage. "I'm not going to start anything until you've worked on me for a while," she said. "So come over here and begin." He groaned but moved to the opening and stuck his head through and put his mouth at her anus. He stayed like that for a while and took some deep breaths before he finally stuck his tongue out. It went back in right away as he began making gagging sounds and moved his head away. "If you need to, just throw up on the floor, and I'll hose it down," she said. "This is a major step in my experiment, so I'll be patient with you. As long as I see you're trying, you can take as much time as you want." It took a few more false starts, but finally Erwin began running his tongue over Florence's anus. Over the course of the next few cycles, she gradually got him to lick her anus and then push his tongue deep into her and move it in and out of her like a penis. The first time he did that, he actually threw up, and Florence did hose him down and then gave him a towel and let him sleep in the holding pen. After that, it went more smoothly. He was even more eager to please her vagina now, because it meant she wasn't presenting her anus, except for the one time he had given her a few orgasms with his tongue at her vagina and then she had slid down and told him to continue in her ass. He went to pieces, and she decided she'd better stick to one orifice or the other at each session and not mix them. Although she was ambivalent about his tonguing of her anus at first, she found that she was beginning to be stimulated by it. She decided it was partly because he was so repulsed by it. Then she decided to try stimulating her vagina with her fingers while his tongue was penetrating her anus. She nearly fainted from the power of the orgasms she achieved. That was when she knew that her experiment had produced one of those unexpected byproducts that scientists exult over. She had discovered something that would be a regular part of their sex life from now on. One of her goals was controlling his orgasms. Before the experiment, there were times when she wasn't in the mood for sex, often when she was totally worn out because she had to stay late to work with her rats. But because Erwin was so expectant, she rarely turned him down. Although she could usually do things to make him come fast, sometimes when she wanted it to be over quickly so she could go to sleep, he seemed to last forever, and by the time he was finished, she was completely exhausted. She began using the controls while he was eating out her vagina or anus. When she heard his breathing pattern indicate that the suction and vibration had him on the verge of coming, she yelled out "Come! Come! Come!" She played with various settings of the controls, the lower ones that made him last longer and the higher ones that brought him to the edge quickly. Each time she heard he was getting close, she yelled "Come! Come! Come!" just before he came. After five cycles, she tested this conditioning. He was pleasuring her anus with his mouth, and his stimulation was on a moderate level. His breathing was steady. "Come! Come! Come!" she said. He lifted his head in surprise and looked at her and then looked down at the suction sheath. She looked there, too, and she saw he had come, and his semen was being sucked into the receptacle. She smiled at him and felt a sense of accomplishment. After that, she didn't have to play with the controls anymore. Whether it was one minute or fifteen minutes after his stimulation began, whenever she shouted "Come! Come! Come!" he came within thirty seconds, and as more cycles went by, the thirty seconds decreased to the point that he began coming almost before the third word was finished. A week had gone by (but because of the short sleep and training cycles, it seemed like much longer to him) when he crawled into the attraction theater and was startled to see her crawl in behind him. She was naked, and once he sat against some cushions, she sat on some others facing him. "It's time to move to organic stimulation and away from the mechanical," she said. "Today, we're going to have sex without any machines. Because you're so weak from lack of sleep, I'll be doing the work, so lie down on your back." He responded almost instantly to her hands manipulating his genitals, and when she rode him, he was so excited that she heard the signs of orgasm almost immediately. She stopped and waited until he calmed down, and then she resumed. She had to stop and wait four times until she felt her first orgasm, and then she kept going and had three more. Then he came hard while giving a joyful shout and then collapsed. She tried in vain to revive him for a second round, and then she dragged him back to the holding pen and let him sleep. He was so aroused by having sex with her instead of the suction machine and dildo that this happened again next time. His excitement also excited her, but she also felt slightly frustrated that she had to manage the sex instead of being able to let go and enjoy herself like he was doing. After this happened a third time, she started thinking. She knew that "Come! Come! Come!" would now make him finish immediately when she was tired. But what about when she wanted him to last longer? Would she always have to focus on holding him back? Was there a way to condition him to last longer? She eventually concluded that such training was beyond the scope of what she was doing. And besides, the problem wasn't the length of time. It was that unless she was monitoring him, he might finish before her and l eave her frustrated while he fell asleep. Before the experiment started, he hadn't done that often, but why shouldn't she try to eliminate such an outcome completely? Then she thought of the solution, rejected it and finally decided to try it anyway. The next session in the attraction room, she didn't try to hold him back, and he came two minutes after she began riding him. She waited until she felt him become soft inside her. His eyes were starting to blink, and she knew he would soon be sound asleep. Slowly she raised her body and moved forward over his belly to his chest, then to his neck, then over his face. She adjusted her position and then lowered herself. As her vagina came down on his mouth, Erwin, who was half asleep already, tried to turn his head away, but she grabbed his head with both hands and held it steady as she looked at him. He blinked a couple of times, and then he woke up and looked around in confusion. When he saw what she had done, his eyes grew wide. He was totally awake now, and behind her, she felt his body moving to try to escape and his legs kicking. But the sleep deprivation had also deprived him of the strength to resist her. She held his head firmly and sat with her vagina pressed against his tightly closed mouth. "This was not part of the original experiment, Erwin," she said, "but you and I know that sometimes the early data indicate other fruitful areas of exploration, and this one was obvious. What I'm testing is whether we can have a mutually satisfying sexual encounter even when you come before I do. The hypothesis says that after you come, you can still satisfy me with only a brief interruption by using your mouth. The challenge, of course, is that you've never tasted semen, and from what I can remember, you've always carefully avoided any contact with it. I sometimes wondered how you could be so squeamish about it and didn't mind at all how I felt when you came in my mouth. "I don't enjoy the taste and smell of it either, Erwin, but I do it for you, and I'm going to train you to do this when you come too soon. I don't think I can train you to enjoy it, but that's OK. It will become a motivator for you to train yourself to last longer, so that you can bring me to orgasm before you, or at least at the same time. That will be the only way you will be able to avoid having to use your mouth on me and, during the process, having to swallow the semen you've deposited." "As she spoke, she saw his eyes dart around frantically. He understood, but he wasn't going to cooperate. She felt sorry for him for a moment, because he was so afraid of eating his come. But then she realized that as soon as she trained him, he would no longer be afraid, only repelled. "Your mouth is tightly shut, Erwin," she said, "but you need to open it and start using your tongue on my vagina the way you do to give me those amazing orgasms that usually turn you on. The only difference is that this time, you'll be swallowing your semen in addition to my juices. "I could pinch your nostrils right now, so that you would feel like you're being smothered. That would force you to open your mouth. But I don't think that will be necessary. I'd rather use pleasure on you, so I'm getting off of you and hooking you up to the sucking machine and inserting the vibrating dildo inside your anus now. There. Everything's ready. Now I'm going to start you off slowly and build you up until I see in your eyes that you're ready to come. You know what happens then." He was so scared of opening his mouth, that it took her five stimulations to the edge of orgasm before he responded. She could tell that that the pain and frustration were tremendous the fifth time and yet he still wouldn't yield. But the sixth time, almost as soon as the sucking and vibration started, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. She turned off the stimulation, and he began shaking. "Don't get upset, Erwin. I'll turn it right back on as soon as your tongue gives me my first orgasm," she said. "From the excitement I'm feeling right now, that won't be long." It took less than a minute. She was looking down at the come flowing into his mouth as he choked on it and swallowed while his tongue was frantically probing inside her and playing with her clitoris. The sight of him and the feeling of his tongue made her lose control, and her body rose and fell on top of him as if she were pounding him with a hammer. Then she turned the stimulation on, and within seconds, he was having a huge orgasm, too. She used the pleasure torture a few more times, and then found a way to persuade him without the equipment. To speed things up, she yelled out "Come! Come! Come!" only a minute after she began riding him, and then she turned around and got into a 69 position and lowered her vagina on his mouth while her mouth sucked him in and her fingers played with his testicles. Every few seconds, she inserted a finger into his anus. She found that worked as well as the mechanical aids. After using her fingers and mouth one time to bring him to the edge and then frustrate him, he no longer resisted swallowing his come. From then on, she just pleasured him. One time, she lowered herself on his mouth but didn't begin sucking right away. She noticed that he was already eagerly working away at her, so she waited and did nothing. He continued nonstop, giving her multiple orgasms until she had enough and rose off of him. She looked at his face, covered, as usual, with the sperm that had poured onto it from her vagina and was about to tell him that she was going to pleasure him now. But he was already fast asleep. A few more tests showed that once he came inside her, he really didn't care if she brought him off again. All he cared about was finishing her off as fast as possible to stop the semen pouring into his mouth and over his face. After that, he just wanted to sleep. She went back to facing him as she sat on his mouth, because the sight of him dealing with the semen that still repulsed him gave her the most intense orgasms of all. Ten days into the experiment, she was feeling exhilarated. Everything was going as well or better than she had expected, and she had discovered some things that were going to make it even more successful than she could have imagined. Then she hit a plateau in their progresss. Experiment She knew from experience that this could happen in the most successful of experiments, so she was not surprised. At first she underestimated the problem and thought that it could be solved using the techniques she had developed. But nothing worked. The problem occurred in the aversion theater. She had conditioned Erwin to react negatively to every kind of woman and every kind of sex, except for one stubborn type that resisted all her efforts. She saw that he was trying hard to avoid reacting to anal sex, but whenever it showed up in any way, sometimes just in a photo of a curvaceous fully dressed woman taken from the rear, he couldn't help reacting, even though she kept increasing the pain from the expanding dildo while he was sucked to orgasm. When she saw that she couldn't expand the dildo any further without causing internal injuries, she added other kinds of pain. She enveloped his penis and testicles with the sleeve of a blood pressure apparatus and kept tightening it until he screamed. But he still reacted to images of anal sex. After one particularly painful session, when he was still shaking and crying, she was so frustrated that she burst into tears. "I'm so sorry, Erwin," she said. "I don't want to hurt you like this. I can't understand why I can't get beyond this wall. We are so close to success, and yet I can't solve this final problem." Erwin stopped whimpering and began breathing deeply. She could see he was trying to keep himself from shaking but it was hard. Then she heard his voice. He was trying to say something. From the beginning of the experiment, she understood that he was a smart, unwilling test rat. She knew how persuasive he could be, so she simply tuned out everything he was saying. After a while, he could see that talking was pointless, so he didn't bother speaking unless a response was necessary. So why was he saying something now? He knew he wasn't going to get her to stop trying to solve this problem. Had he thought of a new way to trick her into ending the experiment? Her success to this point made her confident that he couldn't do that, and she was curious as to what he would try, so she listened to him and tried to understand what he was saying. It took him a while to control his shaking long enough for him to become understandable. He was repeating two words. Finally, she understood them. "OK, Erwin," she said. "Don't try to speak. Just nod. Did you say, 'Insufficient data'?" He nodded. "Are you telling me that's the reason for the problem?" He nodded. She thought for a while. "OK," she finally said. "Either you're trying to manipulate me, which is OK, because you're again showing that this conditioning is not affecting your brain functions, or you're trying to help me, which is even better. So I'm suspending the experiment until I find out. You can go to the holding pen now and sleep. I won't wake you up this time, because I want you to rest until you're alert enough to have a conversation." Even though she didn't wake him, he didn't sleep long. He's adjusted to the experiment, she thought, and wondered whether there would be any problems in getting his body clock back to normal in the final few days. She sat down outside the holding pen, and they looked at each other. She tried to guess what he was up to by looking at his face, but he didn't seem to be trying to hide anything. That could just mean he's learned how to do it better, she thought. She spoke first. "I'm waiting," she said. "Tell me what you meant by insufficient data." His voice was weak but firm. "Thanks for finally listening to me, Florence," he said, "but I'm not going to tell you anything unless you stop hurting me." "You know that if you don't tell me anything, I'll have to go back to what I was doing," she said, "and that means more pain. I don't want to do that, which is why I'm listening to you, but I will continue if I have to." "You're a scientist, Florence," he said. "If you were just out for revenge, you wouldn't care that I have the information to help you solve your problem. But you're like me. It will kill you when you think about this later and realize you had the chance to get the data and didn't." "OK," she said. "Let's stop playing word games. Tell me what you want from me." "What I really want is for you to end this right now," he said, "but I see I'm not going to get that. So if you want the missing data, you have to agree to shut down the aversion theater immediately. After I tell you, you'll understand that it's no longer useful to you anyway, but I just want to make sure. Since you're a committed ethical scientist, I want your word on it." She was silent as she pondered his words. Her first inclination was to agree immediately, but as a scientist, she knew she had to remain skeptical. Was there something else going on here beside the obvious attempt to avoid further pain? Finally, she decided that she would take a chance and risk being tricked. "OK," she said. "I agree. I'm sure you know what I was doing, but I'm going to spell it out so there's no misunderstanding. You are highly attuned to anal sex, and my efforts to condition you to eliminate that desire haven't succeeded yet. You now are conditioned for aversion to sex with any woman except me - in every way except for anal sex. If you can give me a solution to that problem that doesn't involve further pain to you, I will stop all procedures involving pain. That's all I agree to. If that satisfies you, all you have to do now is tell me the solution." "I agree to what you just stated," he said, "so here's my statement of your solution." He paused and smiled at her. "There is no solution." She smiled back at him. That wasn't much of a trick, she thought. Maybe his mind is exhausted after all. "Unless you can support that statement, our agreement is null," she said. "Of course, I can support it," he said. "Did you think I was trying to trick you, Florence? Yes, you did. I'm disappointed in you. It's my second disappointment since this whole thing started. I'm not disappointed in your experiment as you explained it on the first day. I wondered at the time whether I might have come up with something similar if the situation had been reversed. I don't think I would have had the detachment to do it, like you have, but I did see the logic in it. "No, the first disappointment was when I realized you were starting your experiment on the basis of a faulty conclusion from insufficient data. You didn't do enough preliminary research, and that's not like you. I have the feeling it was because you let your emotions blind your rational thinking, though there's no way for me to prove that." "I don't want to interrupt you," said Florence, "but I do need to remind you of a couple of things, and then I'll shut up. Number one, you're not justifying the statement you just made about your claim that there is no solution. Number two, I know you are much better than I am at being persuasive, so I'm only going to listen to you for a short time. If there is no substance in what you say, only attempts to manipulate my emotions, I'm going to tune you out and resume the experiment until it's concluded. I'll try to find ways to solve the last problem that aren't painful to you, but I won't make any promises since I'll consider our agreement void." "Fair enough," he said. "This won't take long. But you will have to participate by answering some questions. You told me before that you met some of my sexual partners and got two to pose for your aversion images. There weren't that many, so you probably found all of them. Did you interview any of them?" "No." "Why not?" "Because I didn't need to. I researched them without their knowledge and found out everything I needed to." "And from your research, you concluded that I was not a serial adulterer and there was no pattern. At least you got half of that right." "What do you mean? Did you cheat more often and manage to hide it? Did you cheat in town as well as at conferences?" "No. The serial part is the part you got right. I rarely cheated. Since you knew that, why didn't you ask yourself why I cheated at all?" "I did, and I decided it must have happened randomly at times when you were vulnerable. Maybe you were drunk, or the woman was especially attractive or persuasive?" "What was the data that led to that conclusion?" he said. She didn't answer. "There was no data, because you never spoke to the women. And there was one other person you could have spoken to who had all the information you were looking for. Why are you crying, Florence? Are you crying as a woman. or as a scientist who realizes she made a mistake that only an undergraduate would make? "I can't prove it, but I think the facts point to you acting as an emotional woman, not as a scientist when you were preparing the experiment. Otherwise, why didn't you talk to any of the women? Most of all, why didn't you talk to me? Maybe they wouldn't have told you what you wanted to know, or maybe I wouldn't have, but how could you know? "You should have known me well enough to know I would have been embarrassed, unhappy and apologetic, and I would have begged you to not divorce me. But it wouldn't have been hard for you to get me to tell you what happened. You see, there was a pattern. You didn't see it because you wanted to avoid the emotional confrontations it would take to get the information. But that's no excuse. You do research all the time into sexual pathology, so those emotionally wrenching confrontations are something you're used to. But when it came to yourself, you couldn't face them. "You failed as a scientist in this case, but I'm happy that you did, because your failure kept me from despising you during this experiment. When I was hurting and exhausted, I clung to your failure. I thought I was close to you, and when you started treating me like a rat, I thought I didn't know you at all. But when I realized you were doing all of this because you were scared to find out what I was really doing and why, it made me love you all over again. The chemicals in our brains work in strange ways. "OK, I don't want you getting impatient, so here's the pattern that you never recognized, until you found out by accident. Yes, you've already uncovered it, even though you didn't make the connection. It's all about anal sex. "Whether it was physical or because they were groupies trying to get some glory by seducing a successful researcher, women scientists have been approaching me for many years, before and after we were married. Nothing ever happened until a few years ago when I was talking to one of them in a hotel bar, and she told me that I was really missing out, because she would do anything I wanted in bed, including things my wife would probably never do. I don't know why - actually, I do know now, but I didn't then - but, for some reason, I asked her, are you talking about anal sex? And she said, sure, she loved anal sex. "It turned out she was lying, because I was the first man she had ever taken in her ass, and I had to stop because she began screaming. But when I pulled out, she went to the bathroom for a while, and when she came back, she said she wanted to try again. It still hurt her a lot, and I wanted to stop, but she wouldn't hear of it. Afterward, she asked me if I were willing to please her orally, and I did. She had a lot of orgasms, and before I left her room, she said it was worth the pain. "You know we talked about anal a couple of times before we got married and maybe a couple of times after that, but you were so turned off and scared by the subject that I just dropped it. I told myself that our life was so good, including our sex life, that it wasn't necessary, even though I had enjoyed it with other women before I met you. "But that episode with the groupie at the conference released what I had been repressing. My mind is so hard wired for anal intercourse that my abilities to reason are no match. I didn't go looking for it, but when a woman would come on to me, I would ask her how wild she was in bed. They all said they were wild, but when I asked them to tell me the crazy stuff they would do, most of them ended up backing off. Except every once in a while, one of them would guess what I was after and tell me it was no problem. After the first one, I always made sure they knew what they were getting into. "I thought about telling you several times, but then I reasoned that all it would do was hurt us both. If you accepted it, then I would be upset. I don't know why, but I wouldn't be happy in a marriage where you allowed me to cheat on you, maybe because I wouldn't accept it from you. And if you decided to divorce me over it, I would be even more upset, and it wouldn't make you any happier either. So I never mentioned it. "Now you know why you got low marks on preliminary research. Because if you had had sufficient data, you would have realized that even if you had tortured me to the point of mutilation, my inclination toward anal sex would still be there. "I tried to tell you all this right at the beginning, but you weren't listening to me. I'm not faulting you on that, because you knew that I would say anything to get you to stop. You had no idea that I might even tell you the truth." He stopped speaking and sat looking at her. She was glaring at him and crying. Finally, she spoke. "So are you saying that this whole experiment was flawed and useless, Erwin?" she said. "No, Florence, not at all," he said quickly. "But if I had known that all you were after was anal sex, and I couldn't change that, I would never have started this," she said. "Don't think like that," he said. "You did what you did, and we are where we are now. You've succeeded in conditioning me to some things without turning me into a babbling imbecile, so your experiment was mostly successful. I'm not going to divorce you - or I should say, that's not my intention at this moment. I've kept my promise to tell you about the solution to your final problem, and if you break our agreement and continue to hurt me for no reason, I'm not sure what I'll do." "Oh no, Erwin," she said. "I'm not going to do that. But I see you're tired, and I am exhausted. I'm going to bed, and when I wake up, I'm going to think about what you told me and what it means to our marriage. When you wake up, we'll talk about where we're going from here." He smiled at her and stretched out in the holding pen. "I should have offered to let him out," she thought, "but he's already asleep. Without thinking, she put a bowl of gruel and a bowl of water in the pen and then went to bed. She looked at the clock when she woke up and found that she'd slept more than 10 hours. She rushed to the holding pen, but she saw Erwin was fast asleep. He had woken up earlier, she noticed, because the bowls of food and water were empty. She sat there thinking for more than an hour before she saw him stirring. Before he could say anything, she began to speak. "I've been watching you and thinking about what you told me," she said. "I thought about aborting the experiment. That's what you'd like, isn't it? I'd like that, too, but as a scientist, I know that no matter what turns up during an experiment, the last resort is to abort. The only reason would be if there's no reason to continue. "At first, it didn't seem as if there was any reason to go on. There are only six days left now, and I've accomplished everything I wanted, except for one thing. And as you pointed out, there's no way to accomplish that. "But as I thought about it, I realized that I was not looking at the problem the right way. The problem is not that you are hard-wired to want anal sex. The real problem is that because that's the way your brain works, it makes you vulnerable. Or to put it another way, since the only way you can get anal sex is by cheating, you're going to cheat, and even though we've aired this problem and I know you're going to try harder - yes, I see you nodding, Erwin, and I believe you - there is a good chance that you will someday cheat again. "But there is a way to prevent that, and it's the same way that I've been conditioning you to overcome what I thought was your problem - desiring an occasional other woman. I used the aversion theater to make having sex with anyone else associated in your mind with pain and humiliation. And I used the attraction theater to make having sex and pleasing me associated with intense pleasure. "The inclination to anal sex didn't respond to the pain I inflicted on you. But there is another approach, one that I didn't think of because - well because, it's unthinkable for me. But you made me think of it, and for the last hour, as I watched you sleeping, I've been asking myself whether I can go through with it. Because to do that, I would have to supply the pleasure, and supplying your pleasure wouldn't be pleasurable to me. I know this goes against all the rules of scientific research, but I'm gong to meet the rat halfway in order for the experiment to produce the desired outcome . "This is going to be hard on me. It's also going to be hard on you. Believe me, Erwin, I've tried to come up with every reason for not doing this, but I finally couldn't avoid it, because I honestly think it stands a good chance for success. So we're going back to the earlier regimen, except for the aversion theater, which I promised I would shut down. And you're right, it wouldn't help anyway at this point. So please move forward to the attraction room." When they were both naked in the attraction room, she said. "Today, I'm giving you my ass for the first time, Erwin. I never thought much about your equipment before, except for the fact that you knew how to use it to bring me a lot of pleasure, but I just looked at it now and realized it was really large. I'm scared to death right now, but I'm going to hold on as long as I can." She got up on her hands and knees and waited. Erwin watched her but didn't move. "What are you waiting for," she said. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he said. "No - yes," she said. "Damn it, Erwin, get going before I change my mind or get hysterical." He got up behind her and looked at her anus. He saw it was shiny from the lube she had used. As the tip of his penis touched her, she flinched and then held her breath. He pushed forward and concentrated on trying to keep his intrusion so slow that it seemed like he was barely moving. It didn't help her, he noticed, because from the minute he was into her, she began shaking and making soft sobbing sounds in between taking deep breaths. Finally, she said, "Please go faster, Erwin. This is excruciating. I want to finish as fast as I can." He moved a little faster and soon was all the way in. When he began pulling out, she screamed and then stopped herself. "Faster!" she said through clenched teeth. He pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in a little faster. He continued to increase the pace and she began puffing to try to ease the pain. He started to get excited by her muscles clenching out of control around his penis, and he moved in and out faster. Then she screamed loudly, "Come! Come! Come!" and began sobbing uncontrollably. He pulled out one more time, and as he pushed in, he came, even though he didn't feel like he was ready. He pushed deep into her and stayed that way as she cried and he felt her spasms, which kept him aroused. Finally, she stopped and after a while he became soft. He tried to pull out carefully, but she still jerked a few times and cried out. When he pulled out and sat down, she collapsed onto the floor of the cage and wept. She lay there while he watched her. Gradually the tears stopped, but she still didn't move. He heard her breathing slowing down. Then she took a couple of deep breaths and began moving. He was resting against some cushions and didn't see her grab his ankles and pull him down flat on the floor. He tried to get up, but she had gotten on top of him, facing him as if she were getting ready to mount him. She was sitting on his stomach, and now she bounced on it a few times. Experiment It knocked the wind out of him, and he stopped trying to get up. He was lying there trying to breathe when he felt her move back on him to get into the 69 position. But this time, she didn't move all the way back. Instead, she lowered her anus toward his face. He saw it looked red and bruised, and there was a drop of his semen in the middle of it. "No," he yelled. "Yes, Erwin," she said calmly. "You're going to eat out my ass now. I know you don't like that, and getting an ass-full of come in your mouth will make it even worse. But you're going to do it. I'm ready to attach the sucking machine and the vibrating dildo to start your pleasure torture if you'd rather do it that way. But one way or another, you're going to do it. "It will save time if you reason it out. See, from now on, I'm going to give you my ass every cycle until the experiment is over. You'll be getting all your anal at home from this day forward. It won't be every day, or even every week, but hopefully often enough to keep you from straying. Each time you pound my ass, you're going to eat your come out of it, and I'm going to attempt to pleasure myself into orgasm while you do it. That's part of my conditioning process that will help me to allow you into my ass. "So we can do this the easy way or I can hook you up and we can do it the hard way. It's your choice. Take your time thinking about it. I won't rush you. We don't have many days left, but the rest of the time, we'll be focusing on this." She heard him underneath her. He was gagging, and then he cried a little. Then she felt his tongue in the area between her vagina and anus, and then it stopped and there was more gagging. Inside her anus, she still felt tremendous pain, but she noticed she was starting to get aroused. Then she felt his tongue go across her anus, and her excitement mounted. She touched herself and found her juices flowing. She began moving her fingers across her clitoris. He continued licking for a while and then he took a breath and stuck his tongue inside her. That's when she took off like a rocket. Her anus clenched around his tongue and pushed out semen into his mouth and all over his face as she had multiple orgasms. It was amazing, she thought, but then they were over, and all that was left was the strong pain that radiated from inside her anus all over her body. The pleasure wasn't worth the pain, she decided, as she lay there. She thought about it and decided she would have to accept it occasionally, like Erwin would have to accept eating his come from her anus. It's the only way we can move on, she thought. I can use my come command to keep it short at first, but I've got to gradually build up to where he can spend as much time as he wants in my ass. If I don't, he might resent that I'm cheating him out of truly enjoying anal sex with me. So he might still be susceptible to another woman. If I can use other techniques to arouse him, she thought, he'll probably come quickly anyway without the words and won't feel cheated. I can't take too many chances. He took a tremendous dose of pain, and that anal urge was still there, so I've got to do this for him. Maybe after a while, it won't hurt so much or feel so dirty and I can enjoy him eating his semen from my anus without so much pain afterward. She lifted herself up and looked at him. He was asleep, and his face was filthy. I'll let him sleep now and hose him off when he wakes up, she thought. Later, he gazed at her silently as she spoke. "I'm not going to subdue you by jumping on your stomach anymore, Erwin," she said. "Next time you go into the attraction theater, I'm going to put restraints on you. Your arms will be attached to the sides of the cage, so you'll be able to have anal sex with me in the doggy position, and then I'll be able to slide you down on your back without much trouble and get on top of you so you can eat my ass full of your semen. "We don't have too much time left for this, so this last conditioning will be more intense. I saved all the semen that the sucking machine pulled out of you. I don't know why, but now it will be handy. I've got almost a half-gallon. After I give you my ass and you eat your deposit out, I'm going to warm up the old semen and inject it into my anus with a syringe. There will be a lot more in there than you can deposit any one time. "You're going to eat out at least two additional ass-fulls each cycle. When you do, I'm going to suck you and give you some nice orgasms at the same time. I want you to start associating pleasure with the degradation of eating your semen from my anus. I don't expect you to ever like it, because I know that I will never like anal. But I hope we can both endure what we need to." Two days before he was due to return to work, she unlocked the holding pen. He sat looking at her for a while and then slowly crawled out. She helped him get to his feet and held onto him as he walked around the house. He saw her rat cage construction from the outside for the first time and told her she had done a good job. That night she walked him upstairs to their bedroom and encouraged him to make love on top of her for the first time in over three weeks. They were both tentative, but after a while, they got into the groove and both had satisfying orgasms. She came just seconds after him. She wondered if he was thinking about that and was prepared to use his tongue if he had to. They didn't say anything after they cleaned up, and both of them fell asleep almost immediately. She woke up with a start. It was morning, and he wasn't there. She jumped out of bed and threw on a robe. Her mind was racing. Had he run away in the night and left her for good? Had she destroyed their marriage? Had he done something violent to himself? She began crying as she raced down the stairs, and then she smiled. He had crawled back into the holding pen and was sleeping like a baby. That day there was no sex, and they didn't talk much either as they watched television. She awoke in the middle of the night to find him missing again, but he was back in the holding pen. I guess he finds it more comforting there than to sleep in the same bed with me, she thought. Once the experiment is finished, I need to give him a lot of nurturing and tenderness. I miss doing that, but I've got to be the scientist a little longer. This isn't over yet. She called in sick the day he went back to work, and she spent most of the day worrying. Would he come home? What would he be like when he came home? Could she do what she had to do? She was at the window watching as he pulled into their circular driveway and came to the door. When he opened it and stepped in, she embraced him and gave him a tender kiss. "I'm so glad you're home, Erwin," she said. "Me, too," he said, looking at her. She steeled herself. "Now please give me your briefcase while you take off all your clothes. Please put them on the chair here and crawl around our pretty screen into your holding pen. That's it. Now let me lock it behind you. When you finish in the toilet room, we're going to the attraction theater, where I'm going to give you some nice anal sex. I'll try to hang on a little longer today than last time. I'm happy that you appreciate my efforts, Erwin. It helps me to know how much this means to you. "Afterward, you'll get to eat out my anus while I pleasure myself, and then you'll get another ass-full of warm come to eat while I give you an oral orgasm. There's not much semen left from the sucking machine, so soon there won't be any extra for you. I don't think you'll miss it that much. "Then we're going to get out of the cages and wash up and have a great dinner that I've cooked for you. And then we're going to bed, and I'm going to hold you while we're naked, and if that arouses us, we'll have slow and tender sex. I hope you stay in bed all night tonight. I can't wait until I wake up next to you." The next day she went back to work, but she left early to make sure she was home before he was. He followed her orders again, and everything went smoothly that day and the rest of the work week. On Saturday, she made a decision. When they were eating breakfast, she said, "I was prepared to call in sick to both of our labs Monday morning in case I needed another week to reinforce the training. But now I don't think that will be necessary. So today, I thought we'd tear down the lab equipment and get our house back to normal. Wait. Where are you going?" "Just to the garage," he said without turning around. "You told me it took you three days to put your experiment together, but with my power tools, I'll get everything to the junkyard in less than two hours." She watched him while she sipped a cup of coffee. He seemed relaxed, calm and focused, as he quickly dismantled her experiment. A thought came into her head as she watched him, and it bothered her. She tried to dismiss it, but it was one of those ideas that wouldn't be willed away. In fact, after he put the pieces of the experiment into the trunk of his car and drove off, she couldn't stop thinking of it, even while she was preparing lunch. It was getting her more upset by the minute, so she tried to analyze it scientifically. There was no data to support her idea, she decided, but she still couldn't let go of it. When they sat down to lunch, she hesitated, but then she decided to share her thoughts with Erwin. "When I saw how fast you responded to disassembling my experiment this morning, I was pleased at first," she said. "But then this idea came into my mind, and I can't get rid of it. I didn't really order you to do that. I just brought it up as something I was considering. But you acted like it was a command and completed it much faster than I would have imagined. Was it because you were enthusiastically responding to my implied desire? Was it only because you hated looking at it and what it reminded you of? Did you just interpret my words to do what you were dying to do? I can't stop thinking about that question. "It's crazy, but do you know what I'm thinking? Even though I have my lab book full of data, and your responses are all still consistent with the desired outcome, there's really no way to empirically conclude that the conditioning worked. What if it wore off in two days, and everything you're doing right now is from your own decisions? "What if the chemicals in your brain that produce the feeling called love are back in control, and everything you're doing to please me is because of love and not because of the conditioning. What if the whole experiment was a failure?" She looked at him as he swallowed what he was chewing. Then a smile came over his face. "You're a world-class scientist, Florence," he said, "but all of us are fallible. We always have to fight against giving in to unreasonable human emotions in our work. "You know that sometimes after we finish an experiment, there are still doubts. Did the rats really confirm or negate the hypothesis? Maybe they responded the way they did for reasons we are unaware of. As much as we control the tests, we can't be perfect. "A scientist who gives in to feelings like that will never be as successful as you have been. The true scientist knows that when the experiment is over, you accept the results and move on to the next experiment. As additional data come in and they don't negate the initial conclusions, you continue to assume that you were correct. Otherwise, you would be paralyzed and unable to do anything worthwhile. "Your experiment achieved your positive outcome, so you need to accept that and move on. Does that answer your question?" His smile was even wider now. "No," she said. Experiment Second attempt. Feedback welcome! ***** She was back at his front door, as he had told her to be. The door opened, and she walked in. "Come into the living room", he said calmly. She walked forward slowly. She was wearing her usually summer clothes, shorts and a bikini a loose tank top over top. At his request she removed only her bottoms. After the last time she had been unable to stop thinking about his cock, and the feeling of being watched in the shower. She had had to masturbate every night since just to get to sleep. Finally, she had looked up his address online and found a phone number. When she called it, she hadn't been able to say anything and had just hung up; the third time she did it, he said he knew who it was and if she wanted more she should just come back. Now she was standing in front of him, wetness coating her inner thighs. The breeze in the house made it feel cool and sticky, but inside she felt like she was on fire. "Take off your top. Stand up straight. Hands clasped behind your back. Head back. Eyes focused on the wall." He issued the commands calmly, but so quickly that she scrambled to get them all done. Her hands were shaking as she dropped her bikini top to the floor. Her nipples felt like little pebbles on her chest, and although she hadn't know it was possible, she got even wetter. "Do not speak. You are a toy. If you speak, you will leave. Would you like help with that?" His voice was oddly gentle with the last question, so she nodded. He walked over to the coffee table behind her, and she heard something clink. "I got some toys, just for you." A gag, like one she had seen on the internet, appeared in front of her face. It was black with light straps attached, and the gag itself was light- lots of holes covered its surface, and it was hollow. She felt a second of claustrophobia went she opened her mouth, a moment of fear that she wouldn't be able to breathe...but that passed quickly when she realized she could breathe easily through the holes. Abruptly, whatever had been causing him to be even the slightest bit kind to her ended. He bent her over the table and shoved three fingers into her roughly, shooting pain through her belly. "What a little slut." She could feel his dick digging into her ass, hard as a rock, but he didn't even unzip his pants. Instead, he spread cool lube over her asshole and shoved something small and round into it. Then something slightly larger. And larger again. She was half moaning in pain and arousal when he finished shoving the last bead into her, stretched to the limit and so turned on it would only have take a touch to set her off. Abruptly, he yanked the whole chain of beads from her. She came instantly, gushing wetness that dripped down her thighs and onto the floor, blackness creeping in at the edge of her vision and stars filling her head. He held the beads in front of her so that she could see the shit on them, and smell it too. "Not clean enough", he observed, and then he took her to the bathroom. There, he pushed a nozzle inside her and gave her an enema with warm tap water. Her stomach bulged outwards with the water, until she couldn't hold anymore. She squeezed her eyes shut and her legs together, her stretched little asshole leaking water. "Walk to the toilet. Don't let anything out!" He barked this at her. The toilet was only five feet away, but it seemed like an impossible distance. She took one careful step forward. The liquid in her belly sloshed from side to side, and she had never wanted to sit on a toilet so badly in her life. Step by tiny little step she got closer. A little bit of water was leaking down her thighs. After an eternity, she turned and sat down as quickly as possible. The water gushed out, carrying all of what was inside of her with it. When she opened her eyes, his cock was in front of her. He unbuckled her gag, and when she took a big gulp of air, his cock slid to the back of her throat. It was as thick and hard and warm as she remembered, and she sucked it greedily. Spit was running down her chin from the gag, and the added lubrication helped his cock glide in an out easily while he fucked her throat. A few minutes later he came, thick cords of cum all over her face. She licked it up greedily, using her fingers to scoop it into her mouth. "Get in the shower. Wash. You did well." As she sat on the toilet, dripping in cum and sweat, she had never felt so proud in her life. Experiment Gone Bad [©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO CHARACTERS OR EVENTS ARE CORRECT AS PRESENTED; THIS STORY IS TOLD WITHOUT RESERVE OR POLITICAL CORRECTNESS; READER SHOULD TAKE CARE AND CONSIDER LOOKING ELSEWHERE; CONCLUSION VERY HARD EDGED; READER MUST BE 25 OR ABOVE.] [Son is callously used as guinea pig for father's pharmco. Experiment is a success, maybe too successful. Test subject returns with extreme results.] Caveat: Some stories have romance, love, affection, etc. Alas, this story deals strictly with the base, reptilian responses. Son is abused, misused, and confused. He returns as an Adonis, the ideal man but also the animal within. The creature wreaks vengeance. Not a pretty picture: no one would blame you for stopping here and choosing easier reading. [What, you're still here? Okay then, put on your Haz-Mat gear, seal tight...you're going in...] This story is not a pleasant tale. My father always sensed that I was not his actual offspring. I never found out if that was true, though I had my suspicions. Anyway, as a result, I was never accepted by him; indeed, his mistreatment of me only grew over the years. The local authorities that should have intervened on my behalf instead looked upon me as a potential problem that they'd prefer to be without. In the event, they were delighted that my parents chose to home school me. Occasional black eyes and bloody noses wouldn't concern them anymore. The unfortunate result of this was to allow any abuse of me to be hidden from prying eyes. During my teen years, we had moved to central Mexico. My father saw an opportunity to be an adjunct for American pharmaceutical firms. In the US, research often had to be coordinated with the FDA at great cost. However, if research could be done in Mexico, with no controls or expenses, the resulting product would have saved millions. Besides the costs, the ethics of trying out dangerous formulae upon the unwary would've precluded American testing. The upshot of all this was that we lived in a villa in desolate central Mexico. Being in Mexico, the home had security gates and bars in the windows. Outside the security zone was the laboratory. Lab? It was actually just a shack where concoctions little better than the days of alchemy would be trod out and foisted upon an unwary and helpless test subject: me. My father, Mal, 53, had bullied not only me but my beautiful mother, Sue, 39. At first, she had been my defender, threatening to call the authorities. That was another reason for him to drag us to Mexico, where we would be 'beyond the pale.' He had caught her once with another man, so she was stuck with him. She feared divorce might give him custody with even graver implications for me, so she stayed put. When mom lodged objections down there the first time, he left her with a bloody nose and a ringing headache. That ended any assistance from my loving mother. At this point, I had just turned 18 and was forced to live out by the research building in an attached shed. The only 'luxury' I had was a DVD player and TV. Mom would order the movies by mail and he'd go to town once a week to pick them up. Since I now was kind of 'out of it' after the psychotropic meds that had been tested on me, she chose the movies. I would watch them mindlessly, absorbing them blindly. For reasons we will soon understand, she slipped the movie 'Mother's Boys' in the mix. That film, with Jamie Leigh Curtis, had the sexiest scene ever made in 'legitimate Hollywood'. Trying to lure her son into a closer relationship, Ms. Curtis arose from her bubble bath. As you saw her (or her body double's) glistening bum and thighs, dripping from the tub, the bubble bath drooled down her perfect body. For all the world, that dripping soap looked like something else viscous, off-white, and thick that might be put on, or inside of, a beautiful woman's body. Meanwhile, Ms. Curtis told her son about his caesarian birth, showing him where he had emerged. It was such a shocking and sexually charged scene that even I, in my semi-lucid state, sat transfixed. As mom had hoped, that movie had a lingering effect. While I harbored resentment to the man who had consigned me to be a test animal, seeing that film now added my desire to take that man's woman. Somehow, some day, some way, I would have my revenge upon him while possessing my beautiful mother. I suppose I should have described the players in this Greek tragedy. My father Mal was a typically male-pattern bald middle aged man. My mom was a true MILF, with blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a pointed little nose, and pillowy ruby lips. Her body was outrageously top heavy, with jutting tits, a slim waist, and fantastic legs. Had we been living in an American city instead of the unpopulated plains of Mexico, I have no doubt that she could've found someone better than him. The third player in our little melodrama was yours truly. Being a test subject, a guinea pig as it were, with little sleep or time for exercise, you can imagine how sickly I'd have appeared. At 18, I looked like the proverbial '90 pound weakling' of Charles Atlas fame. Five foot nine, I actually weighed 118. The arthritis drug test, which failed, didn't do much for my overall health, I'm afraid. Soft as cookie dough, with toothpick arms, it was no wonder that my bully of a father could slap me around, as he did for fun almost daily. Eventually, my mother got into the habit of using the bathroom that faced my little shack for her daily baths. She was careful to emulate the movie I alluded to. As a result, I was regularly treated to the spectacle of my gorgeous mother drying off her hour glass figure right by the window. Often I would be bound, enduring yet another dosage of some untested concoction. Instead of watching the little monitor for the DVD, I could look out the big picture window towards the house and see my supersexy mom emerging from her bath, dressing, undressing, or stages in between. It was no wonder, then, that I thought of her and her alone day and night...or that I could easily project her into that 'Mother's Boys' film. It was bad enough that I had to endure the testing. However, mom's 'old man' would rub it in to boot. For instance, when I was given the initial trial dose of a new neutering drug for animals and felons, he was cruel enough to make my mom go down on him right in front of me. If I had been fully alert, I might have noticed that she objected all the way, his 'mighty tool' was a pathetic three inches, and his 'copious spend' was two or three bubbles that dried as they hit the air. As a matter of fact, that was one of the few moments where mom laughed and even I managed a chuckle. He was not amused, punishing both of us. He grabbed mom by her hair, dragging her back to her room. As for me, he made me stand before a full length mirror. He delighted in pointing out the 'abbreviated' equipment I now had (due to the drug testing) as well as my pathetic musculature. He correctly dismissed me as nothing more than a 'weak whimpering sissy' who would do well to hide in some closet for the rest of my few remaining years. He then grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the window. Just outside was a shallow grave; he had dug it as a warning, or a preview of my ultimate fate. It was at that point that mom prayed that I'd somehow save the day. If only there was a 'deus ex machima', the almost magical intervention (literally a gift from the gods) that would set things right as they did in Greek theatre... What brought everything to a dramatic conclusion was another drug test. There was a steroid for cattle that was going to be tweaked chemically so that it was not technically a steroid. The question was: would it work and work safely? The unfortunate tendency for drug testing was that they would overdose the test subject to save time and money, literally forcing any counter-indications to come out quickly and clearly. As a result, the poor test subject (i.e. me) was given ten times the 'safe prescription' amount of Bull-Ya-Base, a steroid derivative for cattle. There I was, in my little shack. As usual, I was chained to the test chair so that I couldn't pull away from the catheters. The Bull-Ya-Base was seeping into me, too fast and at ten times the safe dosage for my age and weight. I had left on that 'Mother's Boys' DVD playing on endless loop and watched the incredibly sexy bubble bath scene as the steroidal dosing came to an end. As usual when watching that DVD, my breath came quicker as I got excited. This day was different, though. For one thing, my tiny boy's erection had become first a man's, then a superman's. What was normally thumb sized at perhaps 3 inches now had morphed into a beastly 11 steel-hard inches. My testes had expanded from a boyish pair of green peas to the size of two small grapefruit. As my breath came quicker and quicker, I wiped the sweat off my face, only then realizing that the handcuffs that normally restrained me were hanging from both of my wrists, somehow broken apart. Looking to one side and then the other, I was amazed that my shoulders seemed to go on forever. My arms seemed painfully hard to move. Quizzically, I made a fist and the proverbial 'muscle'. To my surprise, a mountain of muscle tissue arose where, I think, a bicep should be. I looked side to side, amazed at my new 24 inch arms. Looking down below my new broader chest, now covered in soft manly hair for the first time, I saw rippling abs, chiseled as if in marble. Then right at the base of my chest, I saw the big uncut head of my new cock, 11 inches of virility. As a test subject, after years of harmful experimentation, I couldn't correlate the testing I had had with the results. All of this just came as some revelation or miracle. I had been treated as an animal and now acted as one. When I saw that endless loop once again show the scene of the sexy mother dripping bubble bath (i.e. cum?) down her supple loins, I could only say one word: 'MOM!' At that moment, I stood up, removing the catheter that attached the now empty dosage bottles from my arms, flexing my now huge biceps. As the image of Jamie Leigh Curtis froze on that screen, my newly enlarged cock swelled and then expelled a mighty blast. My manly spend had been projected across the room and covered the 27 inch monitor completely, the goo slowly dripping down. I had some scores to settle in the main house and nothing could stop me now. I got to the gate outside of their home. It was padlocked. Seeing that as a barrier to my goal of revenge, I put a powerful hand upon the chain near that padlock and pulled. The thick chain and heavy Yale lock finally came apart, unable to cope with my superhuman strength. Getting up to the main home, I pounded on the door to be let in. He had heard the rending of the heavy padlock and now cowered inside, fearful of this powerful 'gorilla' that he had created. I was stopped momentarily. As I went from window to window, I happened upon the master bath where my gorgeous mother had been bathing. It was incredibly unlikely but true: she was alarmed about the ruckus outside and had stood up to see what was going on. Seeing the soap bubbles flowing down her perfect figure as she stood from the bath, I went ballistic. Going up to the window of that bathroom, my hands grabbed the two inch thick bars. With an industrial sound of bending metal, my hands separated those bars. Finally I burst in to their home. Being more beast than man, I crudely grabbed my gorgeous mother. I picked up that dripping wet package of love machine and carried her, fireman style, into the living room. My old man was cowering there behind the love seat. I put my mom on the rug. She sank to her knees in submission. I then glared at him, flexing my muscles in defiance, showing them the biological freak I had become. It was ironic that the over-dosage of that test steroid had somehow undone all the damage wrought by the prior drug tests. I had been transformed into a sort of superman, with muscular perfection that no artist could even conceive of. A giant 11 inch phallus now stood erect before my mother's eyes, fueled by huge balls swollen to gigantic size, heavy with incredibly potent seed; my cum was almost 100% baby-making sperm. To his consternation, my mother saw that beautiful cock and licked her lips, in spite of her reservations. As I stood before her, the absolute image of physical perfection, her sky-blue eyes fastened upon my phallus. She closed her eyes and put her mouth upon it, as her shaking hands attempted to cup my rapidly swelling testes. My father looked on glumly as his formerly faithful wife went down on me. Her hands cupped those heavy sacks and could feel them charging, building up to a mighty crescendo. I could sense that too, but I had no intention of wasting that wondrous seed upon the carpet or down mom's gullet. No, that seed had a mission of revenge. It was still going to be put inside my mom, but thru a different portal with a different destination. At this point, mom needed no further preparations whatsoever. Nonetheless, I had to show that useless old fool who was 'boss'. As I sat on the couch, I gestured my gorgeous nude mother to approach me. Quaking ever so slightly, she did. I then lifted her, my powerful hands gripping either side of her soft but firm behind. With the most beautiful legs in the world now wrapped around my neck, I proceeded to give my mom's private parts some of the most frenetic 'attention' any man has ever given his woman. She at first sighed, then gasped, and then shouted at the top of her lungs. He held his ears, not wanting to hear the utter ecstasy that I had drawn from her, as orgasmic waves coursed thru her beautiful body again and again. She loosened her tight hold around my neck and literally slid down. Her sopping wet pussy left a trail of excitement the length of my chest as she lowered herself. Our lips met in the most desperate kiss in history. As he watched in jealous rage, we 'made out' for a long time. Were I a gentle lover at that point, I would have lightly tapped mom's shoulder, telling her that we had other things to do. Being the steroidal ape that I was though, I just yanked her on her blonde hair till she stood up. Her perfect figure (plump breasts, shapely legs) still glistened from the bath oils as I threw her on the couch. From his coward's corner behind the love seat, he was watching every second of this. He knew what I must think of him. Since he had performed all of these experiments on me, he shook in abject fear and terror. I again glared at him, flexed my muscles in manly triumph over this ultimate conquest, and proceeded to mount his wife, my gorgeous mother. She realized that the 'gift from the gods' was now in control; that I was doing her out of love and vengeance. To that end, her hands guided my cock to the right place. So, as I slid along her slick-with-bath-oil body, my erect cock went directly into her welcoming vagina. Betraying her sense that I was still a dangerous 'beast', her pussy lips dripped excitement. Well, after all, whether I was her son or not, or beastly or not, I still had an incredible physique and the mightiest cock she had ever seen. It was no wonder then that she moaned in pleasure as it roughly brushed repeatedly against her tingling sensitive vaginal walls after stroking her clitoris for good measure. Once again, the sounds of a woman's orgasm could be heard. It was 'music that soothed the savage breast' (mine) while humiliating a certain observer (him). Mom's rings of muscles in her welcoming vagina gripped and massaged the mighty man-tool that invaded her. My cock was huge, but swelled even larger as it was crushed and released repeatedly by mom's fun-box. As the rough uncut head of my cock tapped her deepest recesses and came up against a rubbery opening, mom moaned in yet another orgasm. The ear-splitting cry of my gorgeous mother must have been the final insult to her impotent bully of a husband who had never elicited a single orgasm from her, or any woman. He remained hunkered down behind the love seat, his eyes as wide as saucers as he watched this spectacle as if it was the final scene of a horror film. With the fight over a woman and the appearance of almost comic book superstrength, it was as if the old 'Popeye' cartoons had been made in modern times and in color, rated XXX. With a final look over at him, then a final look down to my beautiful mother beneath me, I thought back to all the pain of those experiments. Then I thought of the supersexy mom in 'Mother's Boy's', and that damn dripping bubble bath. That was it; putting my powerful hands around my mother's soft but perfect behind, I gripped her oh so very tightly. My beautiful mother's shapely legs were now draped over my broad shoulders, her sexy mommy feet flailing in the air. Leaning forward, I drove as deep inside of her as I could go. I grunted like the gorilla that I had become. With that, my balls drew tightly against me, a tsunami wave commenced, and a torrent of sperm-laden cum was splashed deep inside my mother. As I looked down upon her, I was surprised to see her eyes were closed in passion, her lips beckoning. I lowered down and kissed those lips. For a precious few moments, I was once again Man and not Beast. As she kissed back with love and devotion, it was enough to make me cum yet again, only with more power and increased volume. We made out for minutes, with my cock swelling and contracting a number of times as it kept shooting again and again. Unknown to the animal that was me, her womb was totally unprotected and incredibly fertile at that moment. He thought that it was all over at this point. I lay there, totally spent. To his amazement, he saw his still legally married wife, my gorgeous mother, then get up and cup my empty sack. While maintaining her grip on those deflated balloons, she proceeded to keyhole my flaccid staff back to virile hardness. Sure enough, her efforts succeeded almost instantly. As my mighty Johnson re-gained its staggering eleven inch length, my balls proceeded to charge up, re-filling as if a garden hose had been attached. Mom had to stop holding my cock to 'weigh' my manly testes, now fully re-charged and enormously heavy. She re-mounted me for a tumultuous round two. As he watched from behind the furniture, helpless to stop this 'passion play', mom did her cowgirl impression. When I pinched her popping nipples that did it for her. She swooned down to kiss my lips. This allowed me to hold her tightly as I pumped another Hoover Dam load of baby batter into the deepest recesses of her fertile depths. With that alchemy mix coursing through my veins, my sperm were supercharged, lively, vibrant, and capable. Maybe a 100 million of my guys were released during our second go-round. My intensified virility made them hyper-potent, so much so that fully a dozen fell upon her waiting ovum. Fortunately, only five made their way in. In the aftermath of our incredible coitus, as her weakling cowardly husband looked on in impotence, my gorgeous mother conceived. When the wondrous egg had alighted upon her blessed inner walls, she had been made pregnant by fully five sperm. Quintuplets would soon be gracing our happy home. In one dramatic act, I had made my revenge, possessed his wife, impregnated her in front of him, and showed him who was now assuming the role of alpha male. This very unsavory tale had an equally unsavory ending. As the effects of the more harmful test drugs wore off, I became less of a beast and more of the loving son that I always wanted to be. Mom eventually accepted me in the role of alpha male and let me move into the main house. She agreed that her 'old man' deserved to be consigned to my former shack. Experiment Gone Bad To 'complete the circle', we kept up the correspondence with the pharmaceutical company back in the states, doing tests for them. Unfortunately, the drug tests for 'brittle bones' failed, making him shorter and stooped like an old woman. The second or 'beta' drug test for chemical neutering was a success, making him utterly 'fixed' down there, his 'manly' equipment now microscopic. After two years of this, mom and I had a house full of children (eight) while in the attached little shack there was this wizened, stooped over dwarf in a constant state of pain. I never bullied him as he had done to me over the years. The only things besides testing he had to endure were private DVD recordings on that little 27 inch monitor. The recordings, of course, were of me servicing my wife (formerly his), making love constantly. There was that and the occasional pregnancy test (positive) and resulting swollen belly and birth date. It was nice of me to allow him to test the final drug, one for ethical terminations for the ill. It worked. I was tempted to supply his remains to the Mexican havolinas that dotted the landscape. Instead, I thought it only fitting to use that shallow grave he had dug for me to dispose of him. Mom thought it in horrible taste to actually make love atop that desecrated ground but found that that made it all the more exciting. So, after watching 'I Spit on Your Grave' in the little shack attached to the great house, we would dutifully have sex upon his burial mound annually to commemorate the solemn occasion. So ended the saga.