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The Lab

By: AaronTraugott



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

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

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

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

"90, minus 30 for being late," and then another. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" Aaron's eyes brightened and he finally made eye contact with his professor.

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

"However, I will have to see if you have the correct, let's say, talents to do the job."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come in Susan."

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

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

Ms. Hawthorne motioned her in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pulse 60, Ms. Hawthorne." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go ahead and continue Susan."

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

"Can you remove your shorts and underwear please?"

Aaron looked at Ms. Hawthorne in disbelief.

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

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

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

"She's seen them before," Ms. Hawthorne encouraged him, "please continue."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do the capacity test now," She instructed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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


The Lab Bunny Experiment



I'd like to say that it all started with a big bang but it didn't. It started with a little ding-dong.

Usually when someone rings, Will Lee opens the lab door because his desk is the closest. You'd figure that it'd drive him crazy, having to stop work a couple of times an hour all day long because another grad student forgot his badge or a visitor was looking for Professor Gomplik or some undergraduate student was desperate to find his TA out of office hours. But it didn't seem to bug Will. He was a tolerant guy.

Most likely he welcomed the opportunity to get away from his keyboard for a minute. He was supposed to be working on a network management project that Gomplik had assigned to him but nothing much was happening. It was the most tedious research project ever conceived in the mind of man.

Will should have been more on the ball last fall and proposed a decent research project of his own.

That fateful day, though, Will was away from his desk -- probably giving Gomplik one of his biweekly updates: "So far, no progress." -- so it was left to me to open the door.

A woman was standing in the corridor. Not just any woman, but a red hot piece. She was somewhere between twenty-five and thirty by my uneducated estimate -- older than most of us graduate students by a couple of years but not nearly old enough to blunt our interest. Not when she looked as good as she did. All we saw was long waves of red hair, big green eyes, and curves to die for.

She ensured that men appreciated her assets by wearing a purple miniskirt that rode high on her thigh and a pink blouse that was unbuttoned half-way to her navel.

And she wore makeup. Eye shadow and lipstick and the like. You never saw female computer science students wearing makeup around here.

She wouldn't have been more alien to us if she had green skin, a chrome dome, and had beamed down from a flying saucer.

I took one look at her and was tempted to fall to my knees and offer a prayer of thanks to God. Never mind that I've been an atheist since ninth grade.

Instead of doing anything, I just stood there with my mouth hanging open, drooling testosterone. I was too surprised to say a word.

"Can I come in?" she said.

Her voice was as sweet as an angel's.

Too bad I didn't believe in angels, either. I believe in reality, and, realistically, I figured that she was lost. She was probably looking for the French Department and had stumbled into the wrong building. Some graduate students in French Lit are nice to look at.

"Who are you looking for?" I asked. My voice croaked like a frog's but I was happy to be able to say anything.

"This is the Network Architecture Laboratory, isn't it? That's what it says on the door."

"Professor Gomplik isn't here. He's probably in his office." My voice was practically breaking under the strain of talking to this celestial being.

"Who's that?" she asked.

"He's the supervisor of this lab. This is his lab. His and Professor Ramaveda's. But Ramaveda's on sabbatical until August."

"That's all right," she said. "I don't need to talk to him especially. I just want to talk to some computer scientists. There are computer scientists in here, aren't there?"

"Sure. Well, graduate students, anyway. A half dozen of us." If this gorgeous creature wanted a computer scientist, then I wanted to be one in the worst way. I was a doctoral candidate. I had my master's already so I figured that made me a computer scientist.

"That's good enough," she said. "You're all men, right?"

"Right." A lot of the labs had female grad students, but not the Network Architecture Lab. Our work was too boring to interest women. Women preferred the more interesting subjects like human interface design.

"And you know all about how email works, right?"

"Sure," I said. "But you're probably looking for the IT help desk. That's in the IT Services Building on the other side of campus. They can get your email working for you. That's their job."

"That's not quite what I need. You're the people that I want to talk to. I'm sure about that. Can I come in?"

I couldn't see why not. If she was certain that this was the lab that she was looking for, then I more than ready to make her welcome.

I stepped aside and said, "Come on in."

Her pink heels were high, making her hips sway in the most entrancing way as she walked into the lab.

Every head in the place turned to watch her, eyes following every movement the way cobras follow the sway of a snake charmer. An apt analogy, it would turn out.

When she reached the center of the room, she said, "Let me explain why I'm here. Come close so I don't have to shout."

That made me think that she was probably a saleswoman who had made the mistake of thinking that graduate students had some say in the way our professors' grant money was spent. I thought that she couldn't be more wrong.

In fact, it was me who couldn't have been more wrong.

"You're a fine-looking group of men," she said when we were all standing in front of her. "I've come here to offer you a proposition."

The room was so quiet that you could hear the whine of motors from the robotics lab across the hall.

"Do you know anything about motorcycle gangs?" she asked.

We looked at each other with arched eyebrows and shook our heads.

"Motorcycle gangs, the outlaw ones, have mamas. A mama is a woman who hangs around the clubhouse and has sex with any member of the club any time they want it. What do you think about that?"

We looked at each other again but had nothing to say. We presumed that this was a rhetorical question.

"Well, I think that's not fair. Outlaw motorcycle gangs don't contribute anything to society. They sell drugs, abuse women, and fight with each other. I think a laboratory like this one does more good for society in a year than all the outlaw motorcycle gangs in the world have done since creation. That's what I think. So, you know what I think?"

We shook our heads mutely, not daring to believe where this woman was going.

"I think that every productive scientific laboratory deserves a mama. I'm going to put my ass where my mouth is. I've come here to volunteer for service in this lab. I'm going to give you boys a lot of sex. What do you think about that?"

The whine of the robots across the hall grew louder. Someone's computer received an email and pinged softly. We all jumped in surprise.

Finally Ernesto said, "Are you crazy?"

The woman smiled. "Maybe. But not as crazy as a woman who walks into a Hell's Angels' clubhouse."

"You aren't serious," Yit'gien said.

"Yes," she said. "I mean what I say."

"Why are you doing this?" Ahmed asked.

"For fun," she said. "Really, it's more than fun. I'm not smart enough to invent the Internet or whatever it is that you guys are doing this year. But I'm sure that you're doing something important and I can help by giving you all the encouragement that I can. In my own way, I'm going to contribute by helping reward you guys for making the world a better place." She looked around at us. "You are doing important things that will make the world a better place, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes; sure; of course," we all said together.

She smiled. "I'm sure that you are. Now, there's going to be a few rules. This isn't going to be a free-for-all, okay?"

"Okay," we said, each phrasing that sentiment in our own way.

"First, I'm only doing one of you at a time. I'm not into orgies, okay?"

"Okay."

"Second, everything has to be consensual. I'm not going to get raped. If I say no, I mean it and you better stop whatever you're trying to do. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Third..." She paused. "I don't know what's third. I'm sure that I'm going to think of something else as we get into it, but, for now, the most important thing is that we're only going to do things that we both agree on. Right?"

"Right."

She looked around. "Now, is there some part of this lab that will give us a little privacy?"

"There's a back room where we store some equipment," I said, pointing to a door on the other side of the room.

"Is it big enough to put a twin mattress on the floor?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "We might have to move some stuff around, but that won't be a problem." I'd do anything that I had to do to make room for a bed in there, even if that meant throwing fifty thousand dollars worth of servers and routers into the trash.

A man has his priorities. And any red-blooded man, even a computer science grad student, will give a willing woman a higher priority than a computer.

"Okay," she said. "We're not going to do anything today. We'll get serious about this tomorrow. Today, I just need a couple of you to come down to my car and help me with the mattress. Any volunteers?"

We all volunteered.

She looked at us and smiled. "Tell you what," she said. "Let me give you a show of good faith. A little preview of what you're going to be getting tomorrow."

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and then shrugged it from her shoulders, revealing a black, lacy bra.

Maybe her breasts were average sized or maybe not, but I know that they looked enormous to my eyes. Especially when she thrust them forward to reach behind her back and unhook her bra strap.

When the lace cups fell away and exposed her perfect cherry blossom pink nipples, I almost lost it.

She let her bra and blouse trail across the carpet as she walked up to me, pressed her naked breasts against my shirt, turned her face up, and kissed me long and soft, letting her lips part and her breath caress my face. "I can hardly wait until tomorrow," she whispered.

She went to each of the students in turn and gave each the same treatment.

Ernesto grabbed her and kissed her back.

"Gently," she whispered to him.

Ahmed just stood with his arms at his sides, his liquid brown eyes filling with tears of joy.

Yit'gien caressed her face and said, "You're beautiful."

"Thank you," she said.

Marco, mindful of the admonishment she gave to Ernesto, let his fingers trail tentatively across her breast.

She took his hand and pressed his palm against her nipple. Her gesture brought a look of ecstasy to his face.

After she replaced her bra and blouse, she said, "How about a couple of you come down to my car with me and get that mattress.

We all came.

The mattress was tied to the roof of her Volvo. She left it in our hands, along with a bag containing a fitted sheet and a pillow.

The last thing that she said before she got into her car was, "I'll be around at about ten tomorrow morning."

We watched her car pull out of the lot. Then Marco said to me, "It looks like we got ourselves a mama."

We high-fived each other in all possible pair-wise combinations. Computer scientists are compulsive that way.





The Lab Bunny Experiment



The answer was, "Because they are so much fun."

When she lay down beside me, she had to snuggle against me because the twin mattress was too narrow for us to spread apart.

I liked that a lot.

"Tell me about your work," she said.

"It's not interesting."

"Tell me anyway."

I spent the next fifteen minutes telling her how I was developing yet another variation of a Kalman filter that would be optimized to separate the signal from the noise in certain network statistics that are important for security applications.

I was speaking by rote. My mind was entirely focused on the feel of her breasts against my naked chest, the weight of her naked thigh across my legs, and the caress of her hair against my neck.

That little twin mattress was my own little Cloud Nine.

After a few minutes, I became aware that she had fallen asleep in my arms. Her breathing was even slower and more regular than before.

I kept talking for fear that a sudden silence would awaken my beauty.

I wanted her to sleep in my arms until we had both grown old and gray together. But that could not be. After a few minutes, her fingers began to stir against my chest. Her breathing accelerated. And she began to whisper in a throaty voice, "Yes. That's wonderful. A calm man filter is just what a girl needs to feel secure."

She was half dreaming about what I had been saying, so I answered in kind. "You need a calm man to keep you safe and happy."

She smiled up at me, her eyes squinting open. "You can be my calm man, Stan." She raised her arm. "Goosebumps. I better slip that dress back on."

She stood and I slipped the dress over her head for her. I didn't see how a short-sleeved dress would make her arms any warmer, but mine is not to question why. What the lady wants, the lady gets.

As she adjusted the dress about her chest and hips, I slipped my shirt back on.

As soon as we were both dressed, she kissed me gently on the cheek and said, "That was a lovely introduction. Next time, we'll explore more intimately."

My heart began to pound anew at the thought.

Back in the main room, all the other grad students were staring at me in wonder.

The woman smiled at Ernesto. "I would like to make your acquaintance, sir. Would you care to join me?"

She took him into the back room and shut the door.

I had no doubt which option he would choose. Ernesto fancied himself a ladies man. Compared to the rest of us, he was, but that didn't make him anything special outside the computer science department.

I felt a twinge of envy but chided myself. She had made clear the first time she met us that she intended to be equally available to all. We would have to learn to keep our jealousy under control.





The Lab Bunny Experiment



She smiled sadly. "Don't worry. We can do it. I've been thinking about this for almost a year and I know how it can be done. I just need someone who can program the emails. I'm sure that you can do that."

"How?" Marco's voice dripped with disbelief.

"You spam them just like they spam us. If they can spam us, then we can spam them back the same way. Think about what they do. I mean day-to-day. They send an email to a million people--"

"A hundred million people," Marco said.

"Okay. Even better. A hundred million people, and then they wait for a few of them to reply so that they can follow up. Not many people take the bait. Maybe what? Maybe a dozen people reply to each email. Then the scammers start working on the nibbles, looking for one that they can hook and start robbing big time. But what happens if each email that they send out gets a million replies? What happens if almost all of those replies are bogus? What happens if the few real leads that they get are lost in a sea of false emails? Their scam will fail because they can't answer a million emails every day to try to find out which one came from a live sucker. All we have to do is make a program that answers every scam email with a flood of real-sounding replies and they'll never be able to cope."

We looked at her in amazement as her scheme began to penetrate our brains.

"It's a denial of service attack," Will Lee said.

"A denial of scam attack, you mean," Ahmed said.

"I could write a reply bot in a couple of days," Yit'gien said.

"It should be distributed," Ernesto said. "We don't want the scammers to be able to filter out the false emails by IP address."

"We can spoof sender addresses pretty easily," Ahmed said. "You should look at SMTP some time. It's a brain-dead protocol. Spoofing it is kiddie stuff. You can do it with a Linux script."

"What about the replies?" I said. "They have to be believable. That means some variation. If they're all identical, then they can be filtered automatically."

"No problem," Marco said. "I can write a grammar that'll generate replies. It'll used different words and write sentences in different orders. It'll make different length replies. They won't filter those out with any kind of regular expression."

"Are we going to get arrested?" Will Lee asked.

"No. We aren't going to do anything illegal. There's no law against replying to a Nigerian money scam email. We're not hacking into their computers."

"We'll be hacking into other people's computers if we have to set up a zombie network to stage the distributed attack," Ernesto said.

"We don't have to break into anybody's computer," I replied. "I can get some of my friends to volunteer their computers during their down times. I'm sure that you can, too. Everybody hates spam. We can probably get access to a hundred computers in a couple of days just by asking. Hell, if we ask our friends to ask their friends, we can probably get ten thousand computers before we know it. We'll have our own cloud. If each computer sends only a hundred emails, that's a million emails every day."

"It'll have to be coordinated," Will Lee said. "We have to make sure that only one scam is targeted at a time to make sure that it gets totally overwhelmed." He started drawing a diagram on the lab whiteboard.

"I'll see you on Monday," Bunny said as she let herself out.

Nobody heard her leave. We were too busy planning our distributed-denial-of-scam attack.

This was a lot more fun than research.

But it was research. The best kind: publishable research. I could already imagine the paper that I was going to write for next year's Black Hat Conference. Paper? No. I was going to organize a full session. We'd all be giving papers on our DDSA.

This was going to be great.





The Lab Ch. 02



"Do not be startled by this next experiment," Ms. Hawthorne said as she approached a large red stage curtain hanging from the ceiling. In front of the curtain was the familiar yellow guard railing, but mounted to it was a panel of illuminated buttons. She pressed a button and immediately the curtain parted and withdrew to the sides, revealing a large pane of Plexiglas with two rows of holes drilled across the top.

Aaron cautiously approached the railing and studied the set up of this experiment. The pane of Plexiglas made up one of the walls of a small room, about the size of a studio apartment. The floor was a shiny stainless steel but the walls and ceiling were padded. It contained a stainless steel sink and toilet too. There was also a simple bed, but the mattress had been tossed off the box spring and was lying half on the floor. The bedding had also been thrown about the room and the pillow was ripped, the cotton stuffing spilling out.

Several items were also lying scattered randomly about the floor. Amongst the sheets he spotted various items of clothing. Skirts, tennis shoes, and several pairs of socks lay strewn about haphazardly, as well as shirts, bras, and panties, some of them ripped and torn to shreds. As Aaron looked closer he also noticed several dildos of various sizes and colors. Some seemed as large as Aaron's arm and a few glistened wet in the UV lights overhead.

"This is my hormone therapy experiment, "Mrs. Hawthorne said scanning the room intently, "and, um, ah, there is my subject."

She pointed to the far left hand corner of the room where a stainless steel table had been turned over on it side. Poking her head out from behind it was a young girl. Her eyes moved frantically from side to side studying them and she was breathing heavily. Her light brown hair was frizzy and tangled, but she seemed not to care. Her complexion was smooth and she had a small lightly freckled nose on her face. Her large brown eyes were opened wide with a mix of curiosity and fear.

The girl then started sniffing the air. She moved out from behind the desk cautiously, no longer looking at Aaron or Ms. Hawthorne, distracted by some scent she had just picked up on. Crawling out on all fours Aaron immediately noticed that she was stark naked. She was extremely thin, but didn't seem malnourished. Aaron could not detect an ounce of fat on her frame except in her perky breasts which swayed slightly beneath her as she moved. She crawled on her hands and feet toward the center of the room, like a monkey might. She was constantly sampling the air, moving her head back and forth, following some unseen trail.

"This is Amanda," Ms. Hawthorne stated, "she is under a series of hormonal drugs which increase her sexual desire. These hormones temporarily recalibrate her brain, shutting down her higher level consciousness, and putting her in a simpler, animalistic state."

"Isn't hormone therapy dangerous?" Aaron questioned.

"Only when used for extended periods of time. I circulate the girls quickly through this experiment and rarely let them volunteer more than once every few months. The variety and types of girls I induce in this state of animal heat, help me understand the primal sexual urges women posses, but suppress in normal everyday life."

As Ms. Hawthorne elaborated further, Aaron continued to watch Amanda. She had reached the center of the room and had now squatted in front of them. Balanced on the balls of her bare feet, she lifted her head and sniffed the air some more, letting her knees fall casually apart. Aaron could easily see the soft folds of her red swollen pussy. It glistened seductively in the lights, as did the insides of her thighs that had rubbed against it.

The sight her sex made Aaron take a deep breath and his cock twitched in his jeans. Amanda lowered her head down and locked eyes with him, as if sensing his arousal. She made a low growl and began to crawl on her hands and knees toward him. Her hips and shoulders seductively rolling from side to side as she approached, causing her voluptuous ass and tits to sway in time.

"I believe she has found the scent," Ms. Hawthorne said looking down at the large buldge in Aaron's pants. Aaron covered himself quickly, slightly embarrassed, but not sure what else to do. He looked up again only to find Amanda's face inches away from the Plexiglas that confined her.

"You see," Ms. Hawthorne began, "the hormonal treatment heightens her natural instincts, a side effect of shutting down her higher thought levels. Since she is in heat, she will detect even the slightest male pheromone levels and pursue its source."

Amanda let out a loud purr from deep within her throat. Although still on her knees she now had her hands pressed against the glass. She was breathing more rapidly as her desire built, her gaze never leaving Aaron's crotch. She let out a small whine and pawed at the glass trying to get to him. She began to look around desperately for a way to escape her cage, but realizing she was trapped, began to get angry.

Suddenly she banged her hands against the glass, startling both Aaron and Ms. Hawthorne. She let out a scream of frustration and got up on both feet and began to move back and forth across the glass, jumping, screaming, and yelling. She repeatedly struck the glass, but it was unyielding against her tiny fists.

"Interesting," Aaron heard Ms. Hawthorne mumble as she scribbled something down on her clipboard, "she usually only acts like this in the presence of my synthetic male scents."

Aaron could see the frustration in poor Amanda's eyes. Although she was acting like an animal now, thrashing and kicking at anything in her path, he could see in her eyes that she was suffering, deprived of what her body craved most.

"Do you ever give her what she wants?" Aaron asked timidly with a hint of hope that he would get to fulfill Amanda's passion.

"What?" Ms. Hawthorne looked up and saw the look of hope on his face, "oh no, she would tear you to shreds I'm afraid, honey. Sorry. She is given ample toys though and these do calm her some, but they do not truly satisfy her. Besides, the nature of this experiment too is to study how far a woman will deviate from her human side when sexually unfulfilled."

As Aaron witnessed the frail girl violently flip over the box spring of her bed, he could see what Ms. Hawthorne was talking about. She was much stronger than she appeared. Even her beating on the glass and floor sent vibrations through the entire lab. In her tantrum, she clutched at her breasts violently leaving dark red scratch marks. The same marks were visible across her firm stomach and thighs as she grabbed at herself roughly.

Amanda, however, quickly tired after a few minutes, and fell to the floor panting. She sat with her back to the glass, legs folded underneath her. One hand was on her breast, gripping it tightly, while the other rested between her legs, cupping warm sex. She looked over her shoulder at Aaron, with desperation in her face, but his was one of pure lust. Whether she recognized this, or if it was just instinct, she changed her tactics.

Amanda leaned forward, setting her chest on the ground, and arched her back protruding her tight, firm ass into the air. She parted her knees revealing her pussy, and began to sway and purr. Then reaching back, she pulled on one of her ass cheeks, displaying her two pink holes proudly. Using her right hand she rubbed her dripping pussy lips, spreading her juices all over her sex and asshole. Then pulling her lips apart she opened her pussy up to him so he could see every hidden part of her. She looked back at Aaron, with her head still on the ground, and let out a soft whine, enticing him to enter her.

"This is remarkable," Ms. Hawthorne exclaimed, simultaneously scribbling notes on her clipboard and watching the erotic display, "I have never seen any of the girls exhibit this type of behavior before. I think she is showing off for you, trying to get you to mate with her. She can sense your arousal and it driving her mad."

Amanda rocked back and forth several times, wiggling her ass and stretching herself open for Aaron to explore. Eventually she let out a louder whine and turned around to face him. She crawled again toward the glass on her hands and knees. When she reached it she knelt, folding her long legs underneath her, and sticking out her chest.

She then reached down and picked up a long red dildo that was lying close by. It was molded in the shape of a large penis, complete with mushroomed head and laced with cris-crossing veins on the shaft. Without hesitation she immediately began to lick it and suck the tip. Gobbling it down, she shoved it into her mouth pushing out the inside of her cheeks.

She began to fuck the dildo rhythmically with her face, taking more of it into her mouth with each thrust. Occasionally she would take it down her throat and hold it there for several seconds before gagging. Even though this caused her extreme discomfort, it was if she could sense that Aaron was enjoying it, and she was eager for his approval. She continued swallowing it down, squeezing it with her throat muscles, until her eyes began to water. She would then bring it back out, coughing up thick saliva on her chin and neck, before plunging it back down her throat again.

She continued the throat job until she couldn't hold her breath anymore. Finally exhausted, she spit out dildo and let it fall to the floor. Her chest was slick with saliva and tears were running down her cheeks. If she was in pain though she did not show it, and looked eagerly, even smiling, at Aaron for his approval. Aaron could do nothing but steady himself on the rail and try not to lose his composure.

She gave off an annoyed huff at his lack of response. She sat back on her rear and pushed her knees together in front of her. She lifted and extended her long legs up and placed them on the glass above her. Pushing herself with her forearm, she scooted her rear up against the glass until her pussy and long legs were flush against it.

Aaron's breathing became erratic and drool began to form at the edge of his mouth as Amanda rubbed her inflamed nether lips against the glass. Back and forth, up and down, she moved smearing the Plexiglas that separated them with her juices. Aaron could hear her moaning at the small pleasures she drew from the friction and he greatly desired to leap over the guard rail and press his face up against her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her velvety smooth pussy around his tongue as he drove it deep inside her.

Then, still pressed against the Plexiglas, Amanda parted her legs opening her pussy up like a flower. She pushed her hips upward smearing herself all over the glass until all Aaron could see was a fuzzy pink image. She moaned louder and clutched her breasts and squeezed her hard nipples. Her eyes were shut and Aaron could only imagine what fantasy was going through her head.

Her right hand fell to the floor and gripped a large purple dildo. She bent her knees until the soles of her feet were flat against the glass and she pushed herself away several inches so she could bring the phallic instrument between her legs. She positioned the head against her swollen pussy lips, just barely parting them. After locking eyes with Aaron one more time, she threw her head back and slid it in.

The dildo, which was already slick with her juices from a previous days encounter, entered her slit easily. She screamed in pleasure at the first penetrating touch. Aaron could see her forearm muscles tighten as she tried to shove it deeper that it could go. She pulled it out quickly but immediately drove it right back in, this time pushing her hips up meet it, trying to get those few extra, precious centimeters inside her.

She repeated her thrusts, quickening her pace each time, until she was literally ravaging herself. She screamed in pleasure with each assault and writhed uncontrollably. Her toes curled against the glass and her legs flailed about with minds of their own. Her thighs and calves flexed as she drove her heels into the transparent barrier. As each new level of pleasure was reached she would let out an even higher pitched growl. Her face was contorted and snarling as a woman possessed. Her ass was lifted off the floor as her hips bucked wildly against the ravaging dildo. With her left hand, she clawed at her breast, drawing small beads of bloods under her rough, chewed fingernails.

The pain seemed to send her into new heights and she kicked the glass hard. The vibrations made Ms. Hawthorne look up worried if it would hold. The kick was soon followed by an earth shattering scream. Every muscle in Amanda's body flexed and tightened as she shoved the dildo inside her one final time. Her orgasm flooded through her as she held it there. Her feet twitched and thumped against the glass and her knees shook. Her vaginal muscles spasmed uncontrollably around the fake cock, trying to milk it for sperm that was not there.

As her orgasm subsided Amanda forced her eyes open to see if she had impressed her potential mate. She pulled the dildo from her drenched pussy and let it slide sloppily to the floor between her legs. She was still splayed out before him and she rubbed the length of her slit with two fingers, enjoying the post-orgasmic sensations. Bringing her fingers up to her mouth, she sucked them clean before reaching down again to gather more juice. She smiled seductively at Aaron enticing him with her large, innocent eyes.

Aaron's knuckles had gone white as he clenched the yellow guard rail. Watching Amanda had thrown him into a frenzy and he had been unconsciously rubbing his erection against the rail during the show. He wondered if Ms. Hawthorne had noticed him, but she seemed far to interested in documenting Amanda's behavior. He also wondered how many more experiments Ms. Hawthorne was going to show him before she would reveal his purpose here, or even if he was ever going to get a release.

"Remarkable," Ms. Hawthorne stated as she looked over her notes, "I will definitely have to analyze this data later. Never has a subject acted so passionately before."

She looked up from her clipboard at Aaron who was still watching Amanda stroke her clit.

"Well, now that that's over," she punched a button on the console in front of her and the curtains began to close, "I believe it's time to move on."

As the curtain drew across, Amanda snapped up and lurched forward. She made panicked noises and pressed her face and breasts up against the glass. Aaron watched her as she put her dripping hands up against the glass, smearing it, until she disappeared behind the red cloth.

"This way young man," Ms. Hawthorne said impatiently, "I haven't got all day to show you around. Eventually you will have to do some work around here you know."

Aaron had almost forgotten about his employment. He wondered if he was going to participate in any of these experiments. With that though in his head, he turned and followed Ms. Hawthorne across the lab.

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Not as long as the first but I can always write more. I love to get your comments or criticisms so please keep them coming.



The Lab Ch. 03



"This is the last experiment I have to show you," Ms. Hawthorne spoke, her gaze fixed ahead of her, "and probably the most important." 

The two approached a shiny metal door with a keypad lock. Ms. Hawthorne quickly punched in the code and with a click, the door unlocked and the keypad light flashed green. She pushed the door open, without hesitation, and led Aaron into a large, circular room. The floor, walls, and ceiling of the room, were made of plain concrete and the only illumination came from a brightly lit tank in the center. The tank was roughly seven feet tall and three feet across. It sat off the floor about a foot, mounted on a plain steel pedestal. Inside was a viscous clear liquid, and blue lights shone from the bottom. This caused the whole tank to look like a blue lantern, casting eerie shadows along the perimeter of the room.

The tank was also capped with a similar metal pedestal at the top which connected it to the ceiling. Eight thick metal hoses were attached to this cap. They ran radially outward, along the ceiling, and then down the walls. The end of each hose was connected to the top of one of eight odd looking capsules. Each capsule was about six feet tall and sat at a fifteen degree angle to the wall. They were made mostly of steel with a curved glass front face. A multitude of hoses and colored wires weaved in and out of the capsule on both sides. Every few minutes a pressure relief valve opened with a loud hiss and white puffs of steam were jettisoned from underneath.

"This is my power generation experiment," Ms. Hawthorne said proudly. Aaron moved closer to the tank and placed his hand on the glass. It was ice cold but the fluid inside was not frozen. A gas was being fed from the bottom and the bubbles raced and zigzagged their way to the top. 

"That is my vaginal secretions power converter," Ms. Hawthorne explained, "it must be kept very cold to preserve the electro chemicals involved."

"Vaginal secretions?" Aaron repeated, still staring at the bubbling blue liquid.

"It works much the same way a battery does," Ms. Hawthorne continued, "I've discovered that under the right conditions, a woman's vaginal fluids can be polarized and voltage can be induced from it. The only drawback is that, like any battery, the fluids degrade over time and must be constantly renewed. The advantage with my system though, is that the raw materials are renewable."

She motioned to the capsules along the perimeter of the room.

"Currently it takes eight to power my lab. I still have some more research to do, but if I can increase the yield, I should theoretically be able to use just one. If I can accomplish this, I believe it would be a viable alternative to oil and coal."

"It takes eight what?" Aaron said now moving toward one of the capsules. The whole thing was cast in shadow and surrounded by yellow guard rails. As his eyes adjusted he realized the front glass cover was opaque from a layer of condensation.

Ms. Hawthorne did not answer his question. Instead she moved next to him where a small control panel was mounted to the guard rail. She pushed a few buttons and the capsule made a loud hiss. The fog on the glass cleared, revealing a naked young woman inside.

At first, it appeared that the girl had no arms or legs, but as Aaron studied her further, he saw that her arms and legs were bound in metal sleeves that cuffed her to mid-bicep and mid-thigh. The sleeves were built into the metal body of the capsule. Her hair was also hidden by a plastic, flesh colored skull capped which kept her head restrained and gave her a bald looking appearance. The rest of the girl's body was completely exposed and she lay in a molded groove which made her look as if she were physically part of the machine.

"This is Samantha," Ms. Hawthorne said, "she has only one cycle left before she is relieved. The restraints are necessary during the collection process. They also sustain her during the ordeal via IV tubes in her arms."

Samantha's eyes were closed and she seemed asleep. Her breathing was deep which caused her massive breasts to rise and fall slowly. Of all the girls Aaron had seen today, this one, he judged, had the largest chest. Beads of sweat dotted her breasts, and her large nipples stood up from her areolas, pink and hard. Aaron could only imagine how sensitive they must be. He found himself longing to put his hard cock between them. To fuck her tits until he creamed all over her beautifully tanned chest.

Then a light above the capsule caught his attention. A green light had begun to blink rapidly and another loud hiss of steam followed.

"Her final cycle is beginning," Ms. Hawthorne said as she pointed to Samantha's crotch, "look."

Between Samantha's thighs was an odd metallic device. It came up between her thighs and slowly suctioned itself to her pussy so that only her trimmed black pubic hairs were visible. Then, a red light began to blink on the device and Samantha's body tensed and shivered.

"You can not see," Ms. Hawthorne explained, "but the collection device between her legs has inserted a suction tube inside her. Small mechanical fingers will also enter her and begin to stimulate her vaginal walls and clitoris. This is necessary so that she will secrete enough fluids to power the converter."

No sound could be heard outside the capsule, but inside Samantha began to moan as the mechanical device attacked her sensitive pussy once again. The half-conscious state she was in allowed her to ignore everything, except the intense pleasure she needed to orgasm. The device was merciless and cared nothing for foreplay. It poked and prodded every sensitive part of her. She could feel the suction of the tube inside her, pulling on her spongy pussy walls, as it gobbled up every drop of her sweet juices.

Her body convulsed again as the machine turned on a vibrator against her clit. Aaron watched from outside the capsule as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her face twisted in pleasure and her body struggled against the restraints. Her hips bucked causing her tits to bounce and slap against her chest violently. Eventually she threw her head back and clenched her teeth as she came into the device. Although she was screaming at the top of her lungs, neither Ms. Hawthorne nor Aaron could hear.

Unfortunately for Samantha, the device did not care if she had orgasmed or not. It did not care if her pussy and clit were ultra-sensitive. It was programmed to draw as much of her fluid as it could during its cycle. Half-way through her orgasm, Samantha felt more tendrils enter her pussy and dive even deeper inside her. She was being stretched to her limits and the added pressure only took her pleasure to new heights. They wriggled and massaged her from the inside out, stimulating every nerve ending. She thought she could feel them in her very womb. No sooner had her first orgasm begin to subside but another ripped through her.

As Aaron watched her silently rage against her restraints again, he could only imagine the types of animalistic sounds she was making. Her face was contorted and her mouth was open wide in a silent scream of ecstasy. If Aaron did not know better he would have thought she was being tortured.

After about ten minutes the red light on the device went out. Samantha's body went limp and hung lifelessly. She was exhausted. Her breasts rose and fell quickly as she tried to catch her breath. Her heart was beating as if she'd just run a marathon.

A flash of light then caught Aaron's eye. He turned and saw the slim silhouette of a girl in the doorway to the room.

"Come in quickly Jennifer," Ms. Hawthorne spoke to the girl, "Samantha is almost done."

The girl approached them wearing only a pink robe tied around her waist. Her bleach blonde hair was matted up underneath a plastic skullcap, much like the one Samantha was wearing inside the capsule.

"This is Aaron," Ms. Hawthorne introduced him to the girl, "he will be helping me out around the lab. Right now I'm just showing him what we do here."

"Pleased to meet you," Jennifer smiled politely and shook his hand.

Before Aaron could say anything, Samantha's capsule began to buzz loudly. The green light now turned to a solid burning red one. White jets of steam were released from all sides and the glass began to slide slowly open to the right. At the same time Samantha's eyes began to flutter open.

"You're yield was excellent this time," Ms. Hawthorne spoke loudly to the now conscious Samantha, "you will receive something extra in your check this week."

"Thank you Ms. Hawthorne," she responded weakly. The long restraining metal sleeves on Samantha's arms and legs split along unseen seams and sprang open with a loud click. The collection device between her legs had also retreated back into some unknown hidden place.

Samantha grabbed the edges of the capsule and pulled herself up and out to her feet. Her thin legs trembled slightly under her weight and she leaned forward, clutching the metal guard rail for support. Aaron instinctively grabbed her by the bicep to help her from falling. She looked up at him curiously and then to Ms. Hawthorne.

"This is the boy I told you I was going to hire," Ms. Hawthorne said.

"I'm Aaron," he interrupted her.

"I'm Samantha," she replied shyly, "and thank you."

Both of their eyes dropped down to her naked tanned body and Samantha's face flushed red with embarrassment.

"Here you go," Jennifer said as she pulled off the pink robe that she had been wearing and handed it to Samantha. Samantha straightened, her strength now returning, and took the robe and quickly slipped it on. She smiled shyly at Aaron as she drew it across her chest covering her gorgeous breasts. Then nodding toward Ms. Hawthorne she left the room, her walk still a little shaky.

Meanwhile, the nude Jennifer climbed into the empty capsule. Although her chest was not as developed, she was similar in size and proportions to Samantha, and settled into the molded plastic easily. Carefully she placed her legs and arms into the metallic restraints, and they snapped closed. Inside the right arm sleeve, a needle containing her IV drip and tranquilizers pierced her arm. As the glass covering slid back into place, Jennifer closed her eyes and let the drugs take over.

Aaron marveled at how quickly she had gone from a buxom blonde to cyborg. She looked just like Samantha had a couple of minutes ago, melded with the machine so that only her torso, head, and hips showed. Her arms and legs had vanished into the metal sleeves that were built seamlessly into the capsule.

As the door finally slid closed the red light at the top of the capsule changed to blinking green. Aaron noticed movement between Jennifer's legs as the unusual sucking device clamped itself onto her slit. As the device inserted the collection tube, her eyes opened wide. She was still wide awake but the machine demanded her juices and was not going to wait. It attacked her pussy the same way it had Samantha's earlier. She screamed at the sudden and intense pleasure as the mechanical fingers pressed their way inside her.

"It is time to go Aaron," Ms. Hawthorne said as she turned toward the door.

"Is she alright in there?" Aaron asked as he watched Jennifer writhe around uncontrollably.

"Yes yes," Ms. Hawthorne said quickly, waving the question off, "its not uncommon for the subject to be awake during the first cycle. Now come along; it is time for you to start work."

Aaron's ears perked up. Finally he was going to be able to participate. He wondered what type of experiment Ms. Hawthorne had for him. Maybe she was going to milk his seed similar to what she was doing to Jennifer and Samantha. Better yet, maybe he would undergo an endurance test by fucking one of her sweet lab assistants until he collapsed. Whatever it was, he was ready and willing. His cock had been aching since the first experiment and he longed for a release.

"Now," Ms. Hawthorne began to talk as they entered the main part of the lab again, "there is a special room next to my office. Here is the key."

She handed him a plain metal key attached to a large wooden key chain in the shape of a baseball bat. It bore the school's name and logo on it.

"Do not lose it," she raised her voice, "or you will not be able to get in there. Everything you need for this job will be in that room."

"Yes, Ms. Hawthorne," Aaron said excited. Apparently, his room was next to her office. She was keeping him close. Maybe he would finally get to fuck her like he had dreamed of last night. With all the beautiful naked women around him, he had forgotten how sexy Ms. Hawthorne was. As he walked behind her, he admired how her soft round ass rolled in her tight tee length skirt. Her high heels clicking against the polished concrete floor reminded him of how she had gotten him off with just her feet. An educated woman like her was probably the best fuck he was every going to experience.

She abruptly stopped in front of the locked door that adjoined her office.

"As you may have noticed, my experiments tend to get a bit messy," she motioned around the lab pointing small puddles and wet footprints, "water, vaginal liquids, and sweat seem to get all over the place. This is a slip hazard I can not expose my girls too."

She then opened the door with a key of her own and reached inside.

"This is for you," she said as she handed him a mop.

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I can continue this story if I have an audience out there. Aaron may be just cleaning up now, but janitors have many long nights with the place to themselves. Let me know what you think and if I should keep going. I appreciate all feedback, good and bad. Keep those emails coming.



The Lab Ch. 04



Aaron stood in Ms. Hawthorne's laboratory alone. She had left him with few instructions and a massive hard on. He had hoped that maybe she would have done something to relieve him before she had left. After all, it was the tour of her lab and her experiments that had excited him so. He was sure that either she or one of her attractive lab assistants was going to relieve him in the end. Instead he stood in the middle of a dimly lit laboratory with only the wood of a mop handle in his right hand.

Aaron took the mop and plunged it angrily into the bright yellow bucket that stood at his feet, splashing soapy water onto the floor. He began to move the liquid around the floor, under the lab benches and around the stools. Despite his sexual frustration, he had to get some work done. It was, after all, his first day, and he did want to keep this job. Not only for the money, which he desperately needed, but also for the beautiful girls that worked here. He was sure that if he stayed long enough, something good would happen to him.

As he continued to mop, he found his mind drifting to the tour Ms. Hawthorne had given him just under an hour ago. In his mind he could see them all vividly. He saw Angela's deep black hair strewn across her sweaty body as it convulsed under the metal probe that would never fully satisfy her, Rebecca with her eyes wide in surprise as foreign tentacles invaded her body, and sex crazed Amanda that wanted nothing more than to tear him apart with animal lust. As Aaron's imagination raced, his hand, on its own, moved down to the front of his jeans. It began massaging his crotch and he closed his eyes, losing himself in the fantasy.

He could feel his cock throb and ache underneath his jeans and Aaron knew if he was going to get any work done tonight he would have to take care it. He looked around the lab. It was empty and dark and only a few lights remained on for him to clean by. The three main experiments had large red sheets drawn across them, blocking them from view. He continued to scan the room looking for cameras or anything that might get him in trouble. The ceiling was a maze of silver pipes and wires but there was nothing that Aaron could recognize as a camera. He decided he would take the chance. Even if he did get caught, who could honestly blame him for alleviating some pressure, after all the things he had seen today. It was Ms. Hawthorne herself who had jerked him off with her feet during his interview, so Aaron was sure no one would be terribly offended.

He rested his mop against one of the lab benches and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. As soon as his fly was opened his cock sprang free and bobbed in mid air in front of him. The head was swollen and purple and the tip glistened with pre-cum. Aaron thought it a sorry sight. He took his right hand and grabbed his member firmly. Images of Ms. Hawthorne's silky toes caressing his balls filled his mind as he massaged his long hard length.

He had only gotten in a couple of strokes when he heard a soft noise from across the far side of the lab. He froze in mid stroke. He listened intently ignoring the throbbing rock in his hand. He heard the noise a second time and followed by a quick bang. It had come from Amanda's cell. Aaron furrowed his brow curiously. Could she have sensed him masturbating from across the lab? Aaron didn't know a lot about pheromones and such, but he knew they existed. Visions of the unkempt girl writhing like an animal underneath him as he plunged into her gaping holes filled his mind.

He stuffed his cock quickly back into his jeans and picking up the mop, began to pretend to clean the floor as he made his way to Amanda's cell. The red curtain was still drawn across the experiment area and the familiar yellow guardrail blocked his way. Aaron moved to the front of the experiment, near the small control panel from earlier today. Looking left and then right, he set the mop quietly on the floor and hoped the guardrail with ease. Quickly he moved to a break in the curtain and slipped behind it.

The thick curtain cast the entire area in blackness and Aaron could barely see a few feet in front of him. He stood still for a while, letting his eyes get adjusted to the darkness and noticed what looked to be a light switch. He bent over and flicked it on. A row of UV lights that lined the base of Amanda's cell flickered on sporadically, many not turning on at all. This lit the area slightly, but not enough for anyone outside the curtain to notice.

As Aaron stood back up he saw Amanda kneeling down on the other side of the glass wall. She was completely naked, as before, and just as disheveled. Her breasts bore light red scratch marks and a couple purple bruises dotted her arms and legs. She knelt with her knees apart and her right hand was slowly massaging her clit. She watched Aaron as he stood up and took a step away from the glass. Immediately she pressed both hands against the wall and whimpered softly. Aaron was moved with pity, and lust. The girl was hopped up on so many hormone pills, nothing could satisfy her lust. All she wanted was him.

Aaron moved closer to the glass until he was maybe a foot away. As he approached her eyes traveled down to the bulge in his jeans. She licked her lips as she studied it and one of her hands want back down to her parted thighs. The other began to pinch and squeeze her breast angrily. She then looked back up at Aaron and cocked her head. She rolled back on her rear and parted her knees, displaying herself before him. She rubbed her swollen clit and pulled her pussy lips apart exposing as much of herself as she could to him. Aaron studied the deep rich folds of her pussy. He watched as she poked and prodded every piece of pink flesh, whimpering and moaning the whole time. She was showing how warm and inviting her cunt was, hoping he would approve and enter her. 

Aaron did approve, but sadly he saw no entry to her cell, let alone Amanda. As he looked around he noticed that the cell was glass on three sides, and the back shared a wall with the laboratory. Far to the right he made out what looked to be the outline of a doorway. He glanced back at Amanda who was staring at him intently. He pointed to the doorway as he began to move toward it. With a small yelp she jumped to her feet and followed him along the glass with a look of concern on her face.

As they turned the corner of her cell she noticed the doorway and raced over to it. As Aaron approached he saw the door was made of the same glass like material as the rest of the cell. It was clear and flush with the cell wall. Steel hinges held it firmly in place, along with a metal keypad lock. Aaron frowned when he saw this and doubted he would be able to get in. He gave the handle a futile tug, but the door did not budge.

Since he could not get in, he decided the least he could do for this depraved girl was give her a good show. Hopefully she would understand. He unzipped his jeans and retrieved his hardened member. As soon as it was visible Amanda pushed her face against the glass and began scraping it with both hands. Her nails, chipped and damaged, did little to the impenetrable wall. She began to whine in futility as Aaron began to stroke his cock slowly in front of her.

Amanda squirmed and writhed against the wall trying to get to him and his cock, constantly making sounds like that of dog at the dinner table. Aaron had never seen a girl so lust crazy and began to think that masturbating in front of her was maybe cruel. He did enjoy watching her naked body smear and compress against the wall in front of him. He also liked the attention his cock was getting too. Amanda had not taken her eyes off of it since he had brought it out and drool was forming at the corners of her mouth.

Aaron could already feel the pleasure building and his balls were sore and aching for a release. He let out a deep breath and set his feet. He always had trouble cumming on his feet, but he was sure with Amanda in front of him, he would have no problem. As if she read his mind, Amanda took a step away from the glass and sat back down. Lying down on her back, she scooted her ass right up against the glass and stretched her legs upward so that her knees were locked and her toes were pointing at the ceiling. Then she parted them, making a 'V' in front of him.

The sight of her red, raw pussy and tight pink asshole almost made him come right there but he held back. He wanted to watch this vixen fuck herself before he let himself come. He moved closer to the glass until his cock was only inches from it. He stared, caught in a trance, as Amanda dove two fingers into her wet pussy and worked her clit with the other. He wanted nothing more than to push his cock those last couple inches and into her warm hole, but the unsympathetic barrier between them, refused to budge.

Moving her head to the side, so that she could still watch him, Amanda added another finger into her slick pussy and began to thrust her hips in time with his jerking. Her other hand left her clit and began feeling around the room. It soon fell on a short black dildo and she grasped it firmly. Moving it down between her legs she scooted her ass off the glass just enough to jam it roughly into her puckered rectum. Her anal muscles spasmed against the foreign object but Amanda merciless drove it deeper. When it was about half way in she pushed her ass back against the glass using her body weight to drive it the rest of the way. She let out a little yelp as the black dildo penetrated her all the way to its base. Her pink rectum had turned a painful shade of red as it stretched taut around the thing. Amanda, however, didn't seem to mind, and continued to finger fuck herself faster than before.

Her small whines and whimpers had now become short, high pitch screams. She began panting as her speed increased and her toes curled as the orgasm built within her. She jerked her body in pleasure and this bumped her ass hard against the glass, pushing again on the dildo buried there. The renewed pressure in her anus sent her orgasms even higher. She screamed as the pleasure washed over her, and nearly pushed her whole fist into her cunt as she came.

On the other side of the glass Aaron watched the spectacle. His balls were aching and physically hurting him as they began to tighten. He took long rough strokes now, which extended over the tip of his head, which was slick with pre-cum. Soon he felt the familiar knot of pressure build as the base of his cock and the orgasm flooded his brain. He erupted onto the glass in thick ropy jets. He felt his aching balls pulse with ecstasy as they pushed upward launching another milky rope onto the glass, directly in front of Amanda's dripping pussy. His pelvic muscle continued to spasm, shooting out wave after weave of hot sperm toward Amanda. With each pulse, a relief fell over him as the pressure in his cock was finally released.

Amanda in the meantime had lost control. Just as her orgasm had subsided she watched Aaron ejaculate his precious fluid onto the glass in front of her. She hopped up onto her knees just as the first blast spattered on the glass. She licked at the white globules that hung loosely on the other side, but could not taste them. She longed for the warm salty sensation in her mouth and down her throat. She wanted nothing more then for it to cover her face and drip from her every hole. She clawed at the glass futility as Aaron took his cock and wiped the last of his seed onto glass. It hung there for a moment and then slid down to the floor with the rest, leaving a white smear in its wake.

Aaron took a deep breath of contentment. His orgasm has been pleasurable, but it was more a relief from the pressure and teasing that had been building all day. He looked at Amanda who now seemed more frustrated then ever. Although she had cum, masturbation could not satisfy the hormones that raged inside her. As he watched her lap at the glass hungrily, and hopelessly, he couldn't help but feel aroused, and his limp, half-erect cock stirred again.

Then out of the corner of his eye, he spied something. He turned and looked closely in the area of the door. He had not seen it before but there was another anomaly in the glass, about six feet to the right. He walked over to it and noticed an outline in the glass, about two feet tall, four feet wide, and about as tall as his waist. Hinges, held it on similarly to the locked door beside it, but on the opposite edge was a simple latch. This latch could only be accessed from Aaron's side of the glass and he quickly deduced that he had found a small access or food opening.

Amanda, finally breaking the spell of oozing sperm, made her way over to Aaron. She sat, cross-legged in front of him gently massaging her swollen pussy lips as she studied him. Then a look of realization crossed her face as she saw the feeding door. She moved to her knees and pushed her hands on the glass trying to push it open. Aaron watched her, considering if he should indeed try to open it. He looked down at his cock and was surprised that it was almost fully erect again. His balls tingled, confirming that they still had more to give.

With his left hand he slowly reached toward the latch and Amanda backed away from the glass some. He carefully undid the latch and grasped the handle. With one quick motion he pulled and the door swung open easily. They both looked at each other for a moment without moving considering the implications of what just happened. Then Amanda dove from her knees, hands outstretched toward Aaron's cock. Her right hand grasped it tightly and her left went around his back and forced his hips toward the cell, pushing his genitals through the opening. 

He panicked for a just a moment, after all, a crazy woman had a death grip on his most sensitive and vulnerable area. Then he felt a warm mouth envelope his semi-erect member and all thoughts of escape melted away. She sucked and slurped his cock and Aaron could feel fresh blood pumping to it as he grew and hardened in Amanda's mouth. Amanda savoring every last drop of residual cum, made it her job to clean him. Her tongue danced over every curve and every vein. She even delicately lapped the moisture left in the narrow penis slit.

When she was satisfied, she cupped his balls in her free hand and brought them into her mouth. Cum had dripped down onto them, as well, and she had to have it. She brought each into her mouth rolling it back and forth with her tongue. She bit lightly and sucked hard on his scrotum. She licked every square inch of his sack until it too was completely clean.

Finally, she moved her mouth back over his cock. Without hesitation she threw her face down onto it, taking it deep into her throat. She continued to swallow him until her nose touched his pelvis. She held herself there for several seconds and then pulled off of him with a cough. As soon as his cock head touched her lips though, she dove right back onto it. This time as she did she squeezed his balls hard. Sharp but short jolts of pain shot through him, but were outmatched by the warm tightness of Amanda's throat muscles as they contracted around his member.

Again she pushed herself all the way down to the base of his cock and buried her noise in his short pubic hair. Her tongue wiggled underneath his dick as she held her face there. With large, teary eyes she looked up at him for approval. Aaron simply moaned in response. That was all she needed. With another cough she pulled off of him and took several heavy breathes. She then forced herself back down and began to face fuck him. 

Aaron grabbed the side of her head through the small opening in her cell. He buried his hand in her silky blonde hair for control. Amanda gagged and spit as his cock continued to violated her throat. Thick foamy saliva dripped from her chin and tears now flowed freely down her cheeks. When she began to slow, or take shallower gulps, Aaron used his hand to drive her deeper. In revenge, she squeezed his balls that much harder.

Eventually Aaron felt his climax beginning to build again. He felt his cock swell inside her mouth as pressure built at its base. However, when his balls tried to lift upward to release their load, Amanda squeezed them and pulled them down hard. Immediately the climatic feeling dissipated. Surprised Aaron loosened his grip on her head and she pulled off of him spitting and gasping for air. She took two quick breaths and impaled her face on his cock again. Apparently she knew what she was doing and did not want to give him an release so soon.

Aaron gripped her head again with renewed vigor, desperately wanting to cum down her throat. When he felt his climax build again he forced his cock deeply into her throat and held her there. Again, she used the same trick and pulled his balls down ending the sensation. He looked down at her struggling for breath as her nose tickled his abdomen. Her eyes were tightly shut and saliva dripped from her chin. He pulled her off and she spit up clear liquid on the ground. Her cheeks were slick with her own tears and she looked up at him, and between gasps, gave him a devilish grin.

Aaron, now determined to cum, snaked his other hand threw the opening and took hold of her head with both hands. Amanda, sensing her impending doom, released his balls and put both hands on the glass in front of her for support. Still panting, she stared down at his glistening cock as it bobbed in front of her. She licked her lips once and then threw herself onto it again. Aaron's fists balled in her hair and his hips thrust in time. He could feel his cock sliding down her spasming throat with each thrust. He could feel her gag reflex working around his shaft, trying to prevent him from entering, but he blasted right through it. His balls, now hanging freely, slapped her in the chin and he could feel her face slam into his stomach with each thrust.

Amanda meanwhile was struggling for life. Although the pain was intense, the desire for a cock and his sperm overrode it. Whenever she could not suppress her gag reflex she simply spit up onto his cock. The liquids rolled out of her mouth and splashed onto her face. Her breasts were slick with the dripping saliva from her chin and the tears from her cheeks. Whenever she tried to gasp for air all she got was a mouthful of Aaron's cock. With her hands on the glass, she tried to push herself off his member for air, but he would not relent. Her throat and mouth were solely for his pleasure and he continued to ravage them.

Within a few minutes Aaron's cock stiffened again. Slowing his pace, he took two long deep strokes and then held her face in stomach and erupted into her throat. She flailed about and beat against the glass as the steaming liquid was forced down her throat. She tried to cough it up but Aaron's massive member filled her whole mouth. Semen spilled out at each corner, some even leaking out of her nose. Wherever there was an opening, cum spilled out, and Aaron held her fast. Her gagging throat muscles only served to milk his cock, sending load after load of hot cum down her throat.

Soon, Amanda began to feel feint. She had not taken a complete breath in some time and her whole body felt weak and her head, light. Aaron noticing this pulled her off his cock but held her face close. Cum poured out of her mouth like a waterfall and she coughed violently. He rubbed his sperm soaked cock off onto her cheek, mixing her tears with his semen, and then she collapsed.

She passed out as soon as she hit the floor, semen and saliva draining out of her abused mouth. She was breathing but her brain had just shut down from the trauma and lack of oxygen. Aaron watched the rise and fall of her chest for a short while to make sure that she was ok. He then noticed the mess. The whole area, both around and on Amanda, was covered in their various liquids. He also remembered the glass wall that he had ejaculated onto earlier. All this would need to be cleaned up before anyone came in tomorrow morning. Luckily, he was the janitor and that was his job. Aaron took a final look at Amanda. Her face was drenched in his cum and the black dildo was still in her ass. Aaron smiled at his handiwork, stuffed his cock back into his jeans, and went to fetch his mop.




The Lab Ch. 04



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The next evening Aaron arrived in front of Ms. Hawthorne's office door. He knew where the elevator to her lab was, but she had not yet given him a key. He hoped she was still inside and not downstairs. As he reached up to knock, the door flew open and Ms. Hawthorne stood before him.

"There you are," she said in a tone that immediately put him on the defensive, "we need to have a talk about your performance last night."

Aaron's heart jumped out of his chest. He figured she must have figured out what he had done to Amanda. He would probably lose his job.

"Come in and sit down," she said motioning to the chair across her desk. It was the same chair he had sat in for his interview.

She took her seat opposite of his and folded her hands on the desk in front of her. Her purple blouse seemed particularly lower in cut than normal. As she leaned forward on her desk Aaron could see the edges of a white brassiere.

"Excuse me?" Ms. Hawthorne asked annoyed, noticing Aaron staring at her cleavage. He snapped his gaze back up to her face.

"We need to talk about what happened last night," she began, still not sitting up, allowing her cleavage to dangle before him.

"I'm so sorry Ms. Hawthorne," Aaron blurted out, "it will never happen again. I just got kinda lost in the moment I guess. I swear it won't happen..."

"Enough," she put a hand up silencing him, "I will forgive this one time."

Aaron's demeanor lightened.

"But," she continued sternly, "this will be your last and only warning. Do another shoddy night of cleaning and I will replace you in a heartbeat. I will not tolerate dirty floors and cobwebs in my lab anymore."

Aaron was stunned and elated at the same time. All she was complaining about was a poor cleaning job. That meant she had no idea what happened with Amanda last night.

"I will do much better tonight, Ms. Hawthorne," he said now smiling at his good fortune.

"See that you do," Ms. Hawthorne replied as she got up from her desk and moved to the corner of her small office. She turned on a small 20-inch television that sat on a bookshelf that was secured to the wall. Below the TV was an old VHS player that she also turned on.

"The university requires that all employees, even student employees, watch this safety video," she said as she picked up a VHS tape that was lying next to the TV, and popped it in. The familiar FBI warning immediately appeared on the screen and she moved over to the door and flipped off the light.

"I have some papers to grade while you watch," she said retaking her seat and flipping on a small desk light, "and then we will go downstairs."

She picked out a single sheet of paper from a stack that was on her desk and clicked open a red pen. Aaron looked back at the TV screen and saw that it was a basic safety video just detailing what emergency numbers to call, how to use a ladder, and so forth. It was extremely boring and had obviously been made in the seventies by the way the actors were dressed. Within a few minutes he felt his eyes grow heavy with boredom.

"Pay attention!" Ms. Hawthorne shouted causing him to jump slightly in his seat, "it is important that you pay attention to the video. Safety is not something to take lightly."

Now the video began to go into workplace chemicals and MSDS sheets. An actor playing the janitor was reviewing the labels of the various cleaning products he was using. Again, Aaron felt his eyes begin to close.

"Aaron, please, pay attention," Ms. Hawthorne spoke suddenly startlingly him awake again, "or else I will keep you up myself."

Aaron again tried to focus on the safety video. Now, actors in hardhats were demonstrating the proper and improper ways to use a ladder. As one of the actors pretended to fall off the ladder he could have sworn he hear the man said "fuck" but it was probably just his imagination.

Then he felt something brushed against his leg, and his eyes, which he didn't even realize had closed, opened. He looked and Ms. Hawthorne was hunched over, red pen dancing over the papers she was grading. Aaron stared at the shadows her deep cleavage made in the dim light until she caught him again and pointed at the TV screen. He quickly broke his gaze and focused again on the safety video.

Less than a minute later he felt it again, only this time the contact did not break. Aaron was wearing jean shorts and the hairs of his legs faintly detected something. It had to be Ms. Hawthorne's leg but as drowsy as he was he couldn't be sure. He leaned back slightly so he could look down. He saw a pantyhose covered leg. He also saw that her legs were crossed under the desk and the heel of her dangling high heel shoes was just barely brushing the hairs of his bare leg. She probably didn't even know she was touching him, but he found it exciting all the same.

He decided he would test the waters some and shifted his weight in his seat, causing his calf to bump into her shoe a little more. He darted his eyes between the TV screen and Ms. Hawthorne constantly to gauge any reaction, but there was none. He waited a minute and then decided to do it again. This time his calf brushed against something different. It felt smoother and silkier than the rubbery feel of her shoe did, more like, pantyhose. Aaron froze his movement leaving his leg and Ms. Hawthorne's pantyhose covered foot in direct contact. His heart was racing, unsure of what to do next. He continued to look over at Ms. Hawthorne but she focused only on grading papers.

Then something on the screen drew away his attention. The actors were now portraying what to do in case of a chemical burn. The actor spilled some green goo onto his pants and rushed to the chemical shower. He then tore off his pants and underwear and activated the shower. The strange part was the video made no attempt to blur out the man's penis, which for some reason, what partially erect.

Then a female actor, playing the part of a co-worker came over to him with soap and some towels. The text on the screen said to have a co-worker help clean the exposed area. The female got down on her knees and began scrubbing the man's penis in her hands.

Aaron watched intently as this seemingly innocent safety video transformed into a porno. At the same moment, he felt Ms. Hawthorne move her foot. She had flexed her ankle causing the top of her foot to slide up and down the back of Aaron's calf. She did it only once however and then it went still. Aaron's mind was racing trying to figure out his next move. She had to know what she was doing; both with the leg touching, and the video she was making him watch. His hormones began to rage and his cock began to stir in his jeans.

He looked back to the video just as the man in the safety video was ejaculating into the young woman's hands as she toweled him off. The scene ended and a new section entitled "Workplace Tolerance" began. It opened with a black man and a white woman having sex on top of a workbench. Both were wearing nothing but hardhats and safety glasses. The narrator went on to talk about equality and tolerance in the workplace both for people of different races and sexual orientations. Another scene opened with two women in an office where in the 69 position eating each other out.

As Aaron watched the video he got increasingly aroused, and bolder. He slid down in his chair and extended his leg a little more, sliding it further up hers until they were about knee-to-knee. The soft, silky sensation of her stockings against his skin had made his cock rock hard. His heart was beating a mile a minute as he considered his next move. His eyes, although locked on the safety video, darted periodically to Ms. Hawthorne. She made gave no recognition.

After several seconds in this position Ms. Hawthorne cleared her throat. At that same moment, without looking up, she uncrossed her legs and expertly removed his sneaker by hooking the heel of it with one foot. Then in one quick movement she re-crossed her ankles around his foot. On either side of his ankles he can feel the pressure of her lean calf muscles squeeze him as she slowly pumped her knees together. It was almost like a twitch someone may have when concentrating, like bouncing a leg or clicking a pen.

After several minutes Ms. Hawthorne began to slide one of her legs upward. Where her legs had been crossed at the ankles, they were now crossed about midway up her shin. Consequently Aaron's leg also slid up along with it so that his foot now rested between her knees. She began to grinder her knees against Aaron foot, which was covered only by his low-rise sock.

He then felt pull on his sock when he shot a glance at Ms. Hawthorne noticed one her arms was underneath the table and her shoulder was twitching. He felt soft fingers wrap around the back of his heel and pinch the fabric. The sock pulled off easily and before Aaron could steal another glance in her direction, her free hand was above the desk and reaching for another paper to grade. She caught him looking and frowned, pointing again to the TV screen and the all important safety video he was supposed to be watching.

He looked away from her and back at the screen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her stare at him for a minute and then look back down at the papers she was grading. Meanwhile, under the desk Ms. Hawthorne was still grinding his naked foot between her velvety knees in almost a massage like pattern. With his toes, Aaron could feel the hem of her skirt, drawn tight across her legs, as she continually parted her legs. 

This continued for several minutes until he noticed Ms. Hawthorne's body quickly scoot down in her chair. This immediately thrust his foot up Ms. Hawthorne's skirt and between her thighs. With the sides of his foot he could feel the line on her thighs where the silky stockings ended and the smooth flesh began. She squeezed his foot with those thighs so it wouldn't fall to the floor. The warmth of her legs spread through his entire foot and ankle.

Aaron flexed his foot forward and the bottom of his toes landed on smooth shaven skin. Aaron noticed Ms. Hawthorne draw a heavy breath as his foot made contact. On the sole of his foot he could feel the heat of her sex. He traced his big toe below her bikini line until he felt the soft touch of her pussy lips. He continued along slowly until his toe reached the back of her skirt. He retraced his path working upward, this time applying a little more pressure as he went, parting her pussy lips. The moisture of her aroused sex wetted his toe allowing him to slide it easily up and down her slit. 

When he reached her clit he paused and wriggled it around slightly trying to get a reaction out of her. She may have been breathing heavier, but it could have been his imagination. He was afraid to look at her directly because above the desk, she was still grading papers as if nothing was happening. Below the desk, Aaron's toe pushed in a little deeper. Her warmth and wetness told him she wanted him.

His toe was now buried up to the first knuckle in her vagina and he moved in circular motions. His other toes flexed in sync, kneading her thigh. Aaron had never really been in this position and wasn't quite sure how to proceed. He was also unsure how far Ms. Hawthorne was thinking of taking this, so he was left with continuing with the same thing. The decision was soon made for him as all of a sudden Ms. Hawthorne parted her thighs and scooted her chair back. Aaron's foot fell to the floor with a thud. At the same time he looked over to her to say something he saw a red pen come flying at him. To late to react, the pen hit him in the chest and fell to the floor and under the desk.

"Hmm," Mr. Hawthorne said with a frown," can you pick that up for me please?"

As she said it, she selected another red pen from her desk and clicked it on. She began to look over the papers she was grading when she noticed Aaron still staring at her dumbfounded.

"I meant now," she said with a condescending tone. Immediately Aaron dropped to his knees in search of the pen. The pen had not bounced far, and was more on his side of the desk than hers, but as he reached to pick it up he spied the legs that had been teasing him all day. Again they were crossed, and each foot wore a black high-heeled shoe. She was bobbing her free foot absent mindedly and then, almost at Aaron's very will, she uncrossed them and spread her knees wide. The fabric of the skirt, now pushed about to mid-thigh, strained under the tension. Aaron, red pen in hand, crawled forward bravely.

As he moved closer he kept his gaze fixed on her crotch. From his vantage point he could only see shadows, but as his head got between her knees he could begin to make out the outlines of her red swollen lips. His forehead brushed the hem of her skirt and delicately he placed his hands on top of her thighs. She made no movement, not even a twitch, when he touched her. Sliding his hands along her stocking covered thighs he inched closer. When his hands reached her skirt he paused for only a moment to slip his fingers underneath it. He continued, forcing her skirt higher up her leg. 

With each free inch, her thighs parted more and more until her skirt was at her hip and Aaron had a full view of Ms. Hawthorne's glorious pussy. As he had felt with his foot, she was clean-shaven, and not a single hair had been missed. The lips of her sex were red and swollen. It glistened with a wet sheen in the dim light. He noticed the small, pink rosebud that was her clit, erect and delicate, nestled contently in the rich folds of her labia.

As Aaron admired her beautiful pussy Ms. Hawthorne hooked his back with her right leg and with a quick push, shoved his face down into her crotch. His nose smashed into her clit and his lips full on kissed hers. The musky smell and tangy taste aroused all of his senses. He took the hint however, and began to suck and kiss every inch of her pussy. He purposely ignored her clit, hoping to build her desire, only occasionally nudging it, as if by accident, with his nose. 

Above the table Ms. Hawthorne had set her red pen down. Her hands were now flat against her desk and her eyes were closed, enjoying the sensations. She had pulled her chair all the way into her desk, her belly flat against the edge. She did not want Aaron to see her pleasure. She had to maintain her status as both professor and superior. Keeping still and quiet was becoming a challenge.

Under the desk Aaron continued his assault, his face buried in her heavenly sex, spreading her nether lips far apart. He listened intently for a sound. He wanted to hear a squeak or a moan, anything that indicated she was enjoying his manipulations. He heard nothing. She didn't even shudder when he gave her his best oral moves. The only indication of her enjoyment was the never-ending font of pussy juice that smeared his face.

He decided to step it up. He pressed his face harder into her. He darted his tongue expertly in and out of her pussy. He licked and prodded every inch, stretching his tongue into her as far as it would allow. When that failed, he began to swirl his tongue around her clit, stopping periodically to suck and nibble on it. Still, no response. Frustrated he added pressure to her clit and forced to fingers into her cunt. He pushed them in slowly until they were slick and slid in and out easily. He then began to finger fuck her, licking her clit in time with his thrusts.

Ms. Hawthorne was beginning to lose control. Keeping herself still was becoming more and more of a problem. She desperately wanted to thrash out. She wanted to reach down and bury her long fingernails into his hair, pushing him with all her strength into her pussy until it swallowed him whole. She wanted to scream out. She wanted to let the whole building know of her ecstasy, but instead, she held it back. In doing so however she was holding back her orgasm, letting it build higher than normal.

Her eyes were open now trying to concentrate on a single point on her desk. In her mind she consciously ordered every muscle, especially her thighs and hips, to remain still. Not even a quick shudder would be acceptable. Despite all her efforts though her arms, palms down pressing firmly into her desk, began to tremble. She willed them to remain still but they refused. She knew it was only a matter of time before her resolve broke. Once that realization crossed her mind, she felt the beginnings of her orgasm. She fought against it, shutting her eyes tightly, but her rage only made it worse. She suddenly tasted blood in her mouth. She realized she was biting the inside of her lip, and with that the pleasure took her.

Aaron felt the tremors through her thighs first, just before they collapsed on his head, squeezing him at the ears. Surprised but full of pride, he continued his ministrations. Her stockinged feet were now pressing flat against his calves and he could feel her toes curl, gouging into his legs. Her thighs pressed him harder and he felt the muscles contracting sporadically around him. The tremors then expanded to her ass causing her hips to smash into his face forcefully. Undeterred Aaron pressed his tongue into her clit and drove his fingers into her pussy with equal force. When they were buried deep, he curled and turned them. He felt her pussy muscles flutter around him and a renewed wetness flowed around them.

Eventually her thighs released their vice-like grip and he removed his soaked fingers. He moved his tongue down and began to lap up her sweet orgasmic juices. He moved slowly, as her shivering subsided, smiling to himself, content in his handiwork. Eager to see a frazzled Ms. Hawthorne above him, he backed away from Ms. Hawthorne's spread thighs and climbed back to his feet. He wondered if she would reciprocate in kind and his cock was hard and eager with the thought.

He got back to his feet and sat back down. To his shock, Ms. Hawthorne looked no different. She was still hunched over her papers, red pen in hand, grading away as if nothing had happened. He stared at her dumbfounded. He leaned over to look back under the desk. Her skirt was once again pulled down to just behind her knee, her legs were crossed, and both high heels were on her feet.

Incredulously Aaron sat back in his chair. He stared at Ms. Hawthorne waiting for her to say something. She looked back at him casually and then glanced over to the TV, which was now scrolling the safety video's credits.

"Well," she said, "I see we are all done here then."

She put down her pen and arranged the papers into a neat stack on her desk. Pushing back her chair she got up from her desk and proceeded to the door. Aaron just sat there staring at her in disbelief.

"Let's go," she said impatiently, "it's time for work."

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The Lab



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

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

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

"Come in."

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

"Please come in Aaron, but don't sit down," She instructed, "we won't be staying long."

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

"You have the job," Ms. Hawthorne proclaimed, "and once you sign these I'll put you to work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?" Aaron asked.

"You will soon see. Just prepare yourself for anything."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How long has she been like this?" Aaron asked,

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

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

"Is she alright?" Aaron asked concerned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is she underwater?"

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

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

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

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

"Is she alright..."

"Just watch," Ms. Hawthorne interrupted Aaron.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




The Lab



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

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

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

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

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

"How much longer does she have in there?"

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

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

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

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

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The Labyrinth



 Warning - this story contains graphic depictions of sex between a female and an animal of Greek mythology. If this concept disturbs you, or in any way makes you feel uncomfortable, do not continue reading. 

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When I was a little girl my family took me to the seer, the Oracle of my village. It is a moment I have no recollection of myself, though I have heard stories. As my parents tell it the old woman gazed into my eyes, and said she had never seen eyes full of such innocence and purity as mine, bright and blue as they are. She painted my face with red markings and prayed to the Gods for a vision of what was in my future. I am told the vision she received was that I would have a great purpose; a duty to preform that would rely on my beauty and sanctity. I was the chosen of the Gods.

As such my childhood and early teenage years were filled with wealth and education far beyond my station. My village, one of twelve, surrounds the capital city of Haraphan, and pooled together all its talents to afford me the best of what they could offer. I was a collaboration of the village's collective effort, the single goal to raise the most attractive women, both physically and mentally, they possible could. And they succeeded. I had golden hair and bright blue eyes, and white, creamy flesh from lack of sunlight. My curves were exceptional, and my bosom larger than most, but still maintaining a youthful rise. This was influenced by the specially selected foods I was allowed to consume, as well as the spices and potions I was given that were supposed to increase several of my feminine attributes.

By sixteen seasons I was the envy of every young man in the village. They all desired me, but none cold have me. I was to be kept pure, under constant watch, despite my own urges against such a policy.

Things changed upon my eighteenth season, when I was carted away and learned the truth of my fate. Upon that birthday I was given shimmering silk robes that clung to my body with a neckline that plummeted to my navel. The sleeves were cut down the center, showing the skin of my arms, and the fabric itself was just slightly transparent, enough that hen it was pressed against my flesh one could catch the faintest glimpse of what was underneath. I was also given away to soldiers of Harapham who came in a chariot, hand painted and drawn by two white stallions. They took me to the capital and I learned that I was not unique. Each of the twelve villages had a chosen one women to represent them, and all of us were collectively called the tributes.

One of us was selected, the most beautiful and pure, by the High Priest of the Golden Temple, the centerpiece of Harapham. As you might have guessed, it was I. I don't know what happened to the other tributes. Maybe they were sent back home? That doesn't matter now. I was taken into the temple itself and prepared.

Stripped naked I was seen to be a collection of female servants. They washed my body with surprising thoroughness and spread scented oils and herbs across by bare flesh. After the bath I was waxed, the hair across my body removed till I was nothing but smooth, and then creams were rubbed into my skin. My hair was washed by the finest soaps, and brushed and oiled till it draped like golden curtains around my shoulders. The soles of my feet were rubbed with pumice stone and my nails were then painted red. My face was powdered, my lips were stained with berries, and my eyelashes darkened by kohl. Once all of this was competed I was given robes more sheer than the last, simply a formality since everything I was, could be seen through them.

I was then taken to the High Priest once more so that he could approve the work. I stood in front of him, feeling more exposed than ever before, my nipples hard in the gentle breeze and pushing against the fabric. Despite my stimulated appearance the High Priest showed no sings of being bothered by it. He eyed me over as he had done when first selected me, and smiled with a fatherly approval before he announced that I was a vision of the Gods will. The preparations were complete and my true purpose was to be revealed to me.

I didn't know what to expect as I was lead down into the base of the great temple. Down a darkened passage that seemed to go on forever, my feet were chilled by the cold stone. The entire priesthood was with me as we traveled and when we arrived at a great door, at least twenty feet high, with chains and bolts adorning it, they began to remove the locks. The image of the darkened door filled me with dread and I asked the High Priest what was on the other side. He looked at me and smiled, "Do not be frightened child." He said calmly. "On the other side of this door is a maze, at the end of which lies your purpose. It is a door to the Gods and a door to heaven, and you should be honored to walk its path." His words went some way to comfort me in those moments, but once it was unlocked, opened, and I was guided through, the comfort soon dissipated. The door was shut behind me and I heard the chains and heavy bolts shut. Darkness surrounded me.

I stood there, cold, for several minutes, my eyes unable to pierce the dark shroud. After awhile they adjusted however, and I was able to see an unlit torch by the door. I took it in hand and saw that it had, tied to it, a bag containing flit and a starting stone. I ignited the oil-soaked cloth and held it forwards, the passage in front of my immediately cast in dull, orange light.

I was in what appeared to be a dungeon of types; stone surrounded me, with no noticeable imperfections. This looked like no path to heaven I was familiar with, and a deep feeling of dread assailed me. For moments I was paralyzed. I hoped that the priests would open the door once more, and I could leave. I even went so far as to bang on the massive door and call for aid, but no response came.

I had to move forward, for it was my only options other than waiting, and I had a feeling that was a ship never to sail. So I summoned my courage and moved. Slowly I walked forwards, my bare feet making a light padding sound on the bare floor. After walking for some time I noticed there was a light breeze coming through these tunnels, enough for my robes to flitter teasingly around my body. I could see no vents along the tunnel itself, which mean that somewhere was an exit. Perhaps the High Priest was being truthful.

At that moment I heard something, a cacophony that shook my heart and made me my knees weak with fear. A roar, so deep and powerful it was like nothing I had ever heard. It came from in front of me, echoing through the passages. I thought of running away, back to the door, but knew only a dead end was there. I had to reach the exit before whatever made that noise found me.

I ran. Turn after turn, fork after fork, always following the breeze and every so often I'd hear that roar. Every time I'd stop and try to pinpoint if it was in front or behind, but it was so difficult sometimes I could not tell. As I delved deeper into the labyrinth things became more confusing. I found dead ends despite following the wind, and swore on several occasions I was going around in circles. I couldn't tell if I had made any progress and what was most terrible was that the roars, which were now most certainly behind me, were growing louder.

That's when I saw it. At the end of the passage in front of me I thought I saw the faintest of lights. I quickly tossed the torch behind me, so that its flame did not interfere, and never had I regretted something more. When the torch landed on the ground it showed me something that filled me with raw terror. A massive beast, at least twelve feet high, covered in hair, and standing on cloven hooves. 

It had the head of an ox, with great horns and beady brown eyes that stared angrily forwards. Its muscles were huge and defined even through the blanket of brown fur covering its body, and I knew this creature could snap me in half like a dry twig. But something more terrifying adorned this creature; a thick cock hung between its legs, pink and erect, budding from a patch of curly black hair. It was at least a foot in length, and the thickness of my arm, and my eyes widened as I saw the long strand of thick pre that constantly drooled from its flat, animalistic head. 

Despite my fear, something made warmth stir within me. It was the sent. Musk, masculine beyond belief, washed over me. My eyes crossed from it potency, and I felt dizzy. My nipples became hard as rocks, and my sex moistened between my legs. I couldn't fathom this response, as it was not a conscious act.

I stood there, dumbfounded, and shocked in front of this beast, my sheer robes fluttering around me, my vulnerability more evident than the sun in the sky. Then it roared. Jagged white teeth exposed themselves and I needed no further encouragement. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Without the light of the torch I could see my objective, that faint glimmer at the end of the tunnel. I could hear the Minotaur chasing after me, thundering down the tunnel, but I was faster.

My feet stung from slapping on the hard stone floor repeatedly, but I dare not stop. I was so close. I could see he light and seconds later I burst forwards into a large chamber with a collection of candles burning on a table, that shown dull light on the surrounding walls. Horror. This was not an exit. I spun around to face my attacker but none emerged. Had I escaped? Impossible, it was a strait tunnel. Perhaps the beast was afraid of light? Thoughts rushed through my brain, I was desperate for explanation, and then I looked around.

The chamber was quiet, and quaint. The table I was pressed against was large, big enough for an entire banquet, or one large monster. A massive chair was at one end, heavy and well worn, and a smaller one was at the other. In one corner of the room was a collection of pillows, rugs, and other sleeping material organized with surprising care to form a giant bed. A mirror was in another corner, rare as they were, and quite large in size. This was the beast's home. This was where it lived.

No sooner had the thought dawned on me than I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. I twisted around, so fast I lost my footing, and stumbled backwards, raising my hands to shield my face. The beast was there, towering over me with muscles tense and lips parted in a menacing snarl. Before I could hit the ground it lunched forwards, one large hand curling around my torso. I felt the immense strength behind those fingers, enough to crush bone and armor. I screamed for my life, wiggled desperately but to no avail, certain that the creature was going to squeeze the life out of me. But it didn't. It held me, firmly, its chest rising and falling in steady breaths until I had screamed my lungs empty. Then it snorted, blowing a wave of hot air over my face. 

I was still terrified, I admit, but after a few moments the initial terror and surprise wore off and I started to think. It wanted me for something, there was no reason to keep me alive otherwise, and the image of that pulsing, veined cock flashed in my brain. I looked down once more to see if perhaps I was mistaken, but it still hung between the monsters legs, twitching. I was admittedly more intrigued seeing it the second time and the warmth from my first glimpse returned moments later. The beast must have sensed this, as it leaned forwards and sniffed me, then growled and pulled me down towards its animalistic erection. 

Now its true I was intrigued, looking back on this moment maybe even a little excited, but being thrust so quickly towards it startled me and I kicked unthinking. I hit the creature's stomach, causing it no harm, but surprising it nonetheless. It was surprised enough to drop me and I crawled away on all fore's, not thinking that I was giving the beast a full view of my bare ass, and wet cunt through the sheer fabric.

The Minotaur seemed in no rush to chase me, however, merely observed, straitening itself to a more upright position. I reached the edge of the room and turned around, putting my back against the wall. The beast stood in the middle of the room lit by the candles on the table, its pink, fleshy rod standing out against its brown fur. For the first time I noticed its pendulous balls that hung below that thick meat, and my eyes widened. They were huge, each the size of my own head. I couldn't help but think of the drowning load this animal was capable of producing. I found myself captivated by the idea, even aroused, my loins growing more lubricated with ever second that I thought of milking that magnificent cock.

At that moment the beast took a step forwards and I was cast from my fantasies, returned to the situation again. I held up my hands in defense, which caused it the Minotaur to stop once again and grunt with annoyance. At that moment I formulated a plan.

I took a breath and calmed my heart, tried to steady my shaking hands and quivering bosom, and I called to the creature, beckoning it forwards. The beast rushed forwards, but I yelled once more and it stopped. I tried again, demanding that it come forwards slowly this time and the beast reluctantly obeyed, I would later find out why.

Once the Minotaur was in front of me I gathered myself from off the floor and looked it in the eyes. "I know what you desire, Beast." I said plainly. "And I will give it to you." My gaze shifted down towards the shaft, which was at face-height. Excitement and adrenaline flooded through my body at the perspective of what I was about to do. I couldn't help but grin madly as I slowly leaned forwards and opened my mouth. There was no chance of fitting the entire cock in my mouth, but I wagered, if I tried hard enough, I could fit the head at least. So I extended my tongue and pressed it against the beast's sensitive flesh. 

The creature let out a satisfied groan almost immediately, something that surprised me. I wondered how such a large creature could get such pleasure from so little contact, but something about it inspired me. I licked more, the warm flesh carrying with it a sweet flavor, and pressed my lips against swollen head. More moans followed, but from my own throat. A dollop of pre fell into my mouth and filled me with warmth unlike any other. It wasn't salty, like I had been told seed was, but carried with it a taste I cannot describe, but was similar to milk. I loved it. The feel, the taste, everything about it was addictive and I suckled on the creature's cock like a hungry newborn feeding upon it's mother's breast. 

My hands wrapped around the shaft and I began to stroke that gargantuan spear, willing more essence out of it and into my waiting mouth. The creature moaned and growled, pressing its hands against the wall above me as I devoured what I could of its thick dick. After minutes of sucking and licking I managed to fit the entire head into my mouth, feeling it pressed against the back of my throat. I was in heaven, my mouth stuffed full of cock and my tongue haphazardly trying to lick whatever part of the meat it could. I rubbed and yanked faster on its flesh, feeling pre flow down my throat. The cock grew harder and I knew it was time.

I stopped. Removing myself from the minotaur's rod and falling backwards in one smooth motion. The beast was stunned, confused as it looked down towards me for a reason. Then rage filled its eyes and it roared, but I steeled my nerves. It slammed a fist into the wall with frustration and moved to grab me but I shouted. "You want more?" The beast paused, breath ragged with lust, and shook its head yes. "Then take me to the exit. Take me to the exit and I'll let you cum in each of my holes." The minotaur snarled but made no further action. It took moments of though, I could see the beast struggling, but eventually it grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up. For a split second I was terrified it was simply going to rape me, probably killing me in the process, but soon we were off, trudging down one of the passages.

It took twenty or thirty minutes I'd say to reach the exit. To keep the beast interested I would occasionally draw my tongue across its finger or suckle on its thumb. Every time I did so the minotaur groaned frustrated, but made no movements to cease the action. Once we reached the exit, however, I understood the reality of my situation.

The Minotaur put me down gently in front of a small opening, big enough for me to crawl through quite comfortably. This was where the wind was coming from, but this was no exit. Bars, thick and made of metal I'd never seen before, covered the exit in great number. I tried removing one, but it was truly impossible. I even convinced the minotaur to try, something he did with the lackluster of someone who had done so many times before. They didn't even budge. I started to cry. This was my purpose, not to escape or to prove myself, but to sate this creature's savage lust, to be its toy.

Awhile past, the beast letting me cry and vent my sorrow. The tears eventually stopped, my cheeks red and makeup ruined, and after that my breathing returned to normal. The beast stood behind me, its erection visible in the light of the grate. "Take me back." I said. "Take me back and I'll do as I said."

The Minotaur picked me up once more and turned around. Soon we were back in the chamber and the beast tossed me onto the bed, which to this day I still find comfortable. Its frustrations were reaching its limit, and I knew I had to deliver. I opened my mouth once more, but the Minotaur didn't wait for me this time. He thrust his cock into my mouth with force, burring the head in my throat, and forcing me to take more of that rod than I thought possible. I gagged, and swallowed, desperate to push the invader free, but it was pointless, impaled as I was on such a thick pillar. I managed to get control of my gagging and started sucking, the flavor of the creature's pre soon filling my mouth, and with it the familiar, addictive warmth that made the process much easier. Eventually I stopped gagging, and swallowing became easier. My tongue danced over the sensitive flesh, and I drank deep of the beasts flowing essence. This continued, until once again I felt the familiar firming of the minotaur's meat. I had my hands on its shaft, rubbing, but pushed them forwards and cupped those massive, fur-covered balls. I felt them tighten, and knew to prepare. 

Thick jets of cum burst from the tip of the beast's rod, within half a second filling my mouth and throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, feeling my stomach swell as more and more seed was stuffed into me, but despite my best efforts, I couldn't keep up. I choked and sputtered as white cream burst from the corners of my mouth. I pushed myself free of the Minotaur's fountain, falling backwards onto the bed, and felt waves and waves of semen bath my entire body. My robes were ruined, and my face drenched in semen. Every inch of me sticky by the time the creature finished.

I wiped my eyes and looked up at the Minotaur who was panting heavily, gazing down at my plastered form.

I stood up and shed my robes, my body still sticky, but significantly less so. I gazed up and smiled, having swallowed everything that was in my mouth. "Still want more?" I asked, knowing the answer by the display of its still twitching and rock hard cock. The Beast grunted and advanced, pushing me back onto the bed and grabbing my ankles.

The Minotaur spread my legs and positioned its still-dripping spear at my entrance. Fear welled up inside me. I could barely take this creature into my mouth, and I wondered if I had any hope of conquering this beast with my cunt, even as wet as it was, which, as it were, was wet enough to have lubricated both of my legs. The first moment was inexplicable pain. I felt the minotaur push itself into my body, spreading my pussy more than it had ever been, and more than I even thought possible. I grabbed a nearby pillow and bit down to try an deal with the sensation as this creature accepted my given virginity. After moments of screaming and mind-blowing pain the creature stopped and the pain dissipated, and I wondered what had happened.