He eyed her appreciatively. �Oh, I'm not a doctor, at least not yet. I'm not working on a medical degree, but I am working on a Ph.D.�

She crossed her legs and leaned back, holding herself up with her hands. �So what is the plan?�

Richard shuffled his feet, though embarrassed or nervous she could not say. �I have brought you here to conduct some physiological response tests.�

�What kind of response Richard?�

�Uh, sexual response.�

�Richard, it's clear you have a plan, and that you are nervous about discussing it. Why don't you just tell me what you would like me to do and we can start there. Step by step directions if you like.�

He nodded quickly and gestured to a wire rack. �I guess you could start by removing your clothes and getting on the table.�

She looked at the stand. �I don't see a gown, Richard,� she said with a smile.

�Um, it would get in the way. That's why it's warm in here today.� He turned and opened the box, rummaging around inside for something and then moving to one of the electronic machines on a rolling stand.

Sharon removed her dress, slipped off her shoes, and sat on the table. While Richard was still checking the equipment, she adjusted the stirrups to her dimensions, then laid back on the table and placed her legs in them. She liked the design of them. Rather than just a place to rest her feet, they were padded and fully supported the weight of her legs.

Richard started to speak as he turned toward her. Completing his turn his gaze instantly settled on the completely exposed, and relaxed Sharon. �I can help you�holy shit!�

�Come now Richard, surely this isn't the first time you've seen a naked woman.�

�Nicole, you're exquisite. And no, it's not my first time, but it might as well be.�

�I bet you say that to all the naked girls in your lab.�

�Um. Well. I...� the younger man grew flustered.

�Step by step Richard. What's next?�

Richard took a deep breath, then withdrew a fistful of ropes from the box. �I'm afraid for this test I have to make sure you can't move. I'll explain later.�

Sharon stretched her arms out and then rested them at her sides. �Ready when you are.�

Richard took the next fifteen minutes to carefully bind her to the table. Her legs were secured at the thigh, calf and knee, while her arms were secured at the shoulder, elbow and wrist. His technique was practiced and easy. She wondered if there really were any testing to be done, but she enjoying herself in any event. The final three ties were around her torso. The first fit snugly over her hips, while the second and third went just below and just above her breasts. �Please test them, if you don't mind.�

Sharon pulled and shrugged, and was quite certain she wasn't going anywhere for a while. �Looks like the rest is up to you,� she said.

He caressed the side of her face, then let his hand trail slowly down her body, over her breasts, down her belly, softly over her mons, and then down the inside of her thighs. He picked up a small electronic device, pressed a button and started speaking. �Saturday, June 5. This is Richard Roberts conducting research on the use of acupuncture for sexual release denial. Initial work indicates that the denial phase is nearly impossible to maintain without appropriate restrictions on movement, therefore the subject, miss Nicole, will be physically restrained for the duration of the test. Isn't that right Miss?�

�Oh yes, I'm quite tied up at the moment.�

He sat the recorder down. �First an EEG is hooked up to the subject and a control reading taken.� He turned off the device, then wheeled a machine near the table. It took him quite some time to prepare and attach the leads to her face and scalp. Additional leads attached just under her breasts and against her rib cage.

He turned the recorder on again and sat on a wheeled stool. �Now, Nicole, for the control reading, how long would you say it takes you to climax the first time you are with a new lover.�

�I guess you would have to be more specific. What are we doing?�

�Ah. Say, the first time a man performs oral sex on you.�

�Oh, sure. Probably less then ten minutes. Sometimes five. However,�

�Yes?�

�Today will be much less if that is what you have in mind.�

�And why is that?�

�Because I'm not normally strapped to a table waiting for it.�

�Well then. I would hate to disappoint.�

She laid her head back on the table and heard the chair wheel over toward her.

She felt his breath on her bare pussy and wondered how he would start. His hands went under her ass, and he spread her open with his thumbs. She could feel she was wet, and he could see it. She knew he would go straight for her clit, and with that realization she held her breath. She had no other warning before his mouth locked on her pussy and his tongue touched directly on her hard nub. Instantly he started rubbing it and then sucking it between his lips. He was an accomplished cunnilingist, and he forced out with a rush the breath she held in her lungs. �Fuckkkk that feels good,� she moaned, hands clutching at the sides of the table and her toes curling. Richard continued his indelicate attack on her pussy, and as she had promised, in just two minutes her breath seized and her pussy started to spasm. Held in place by the various ties, the twitching of her feet, hands and pussy were the only visible signs of her climax. That, and the EEG went nuts.

He continued to pleasure her for a minute or so at a slowing pace, easing her down from the intense peak. �We now have a control reading that shows us the subject's orgasmic response. Tell me Nicole, how do you feel?�

�Mmm, doc that was nice. I'm ready for more.�

�Very good then. I note that the subject is pleased, relaxed, flushed, and ready to continue.�

Her eyes still closed, she listened as he unscrewed the top from a glass jar. She couldn't place the sound she heard next, but she did not have to wait for the explanation. �And now for the experiment. I came across some ancient oriental books that described a particular application of acupuncture for pleasure and punishment. Though I suppose the technique would work on men as well as women, the acupoint is only described for women.�

�Uh, punishment?�

�Subject is concerned about my choice of words. Never worry Nicole, that will not be the end of our experiment today.�

She looked down and saw he was holding a needle in his right hand that was barely there. It might have been a very sturdy hair it was so narrow. With his left hand he ran his fingertips over the sensitive spot just beside her pelvic bone. She felt a pleasant pressing in her pussy that she knew was not actually there. She moaned. �I have found the spot, and now will attempt to precisely place the needle. The subject should feel only the vaguest sensation as I do.�

She laid her head back down, not really wanting to watch as the long needle, thin as it was, penetrated her body. She felt a sudden twinge in her clit that lasted only the briefest of moments, and then it was gone.

�Are you okay?� Richard asked her.

�Seems like it. What's next?�

Richard's face appeared over her. �I'm afraid that before we get to the pleasure part, we have to go through the punishment part.� He smiled at her. �Ready?�

�I guess so. What do you mean?�

Richard disappeared from view and went back to the box. She didn't watch as he worked between her legs. Something thick pressed into her pussy and she moaned. �Doing good so far,� she said. Whatever it was went into her some way and then stopped as something else, perhaps the base of it, came into contact with her vulva and clit. He pushed and made sure it was firmly in place. There was a pause, and then she heard a switch as it was flipped, and a vibrator, directly against her clit, jumped to life. �Ooooh,� she moaned as she enjoyed the vibration and squeezed the portion inside her.

�Very good Nicole, now, would you say the vibrator would be more effective if it were faster or slower?� Richard asked.

�Mmmm,� Sharon pondered. �Just a little faster.�

And the vibrator went faster. �Oooh, oh yes. That will do it quite nicely. If the next phase is for me to come quickly doctor, you've got it set right.�

�By all means, do enjoy yourself. And don't worry, I won't be turning it off suddenly.�

An orgasm scratched at the edge of her awareness. She sought it out, knowing precisely how to get to it. The vibrator was sending its message through her clit and directly to her brain. She made the connections easily and felt the oncoming release take form. �Oh yes,� she panted.

And then, when the peak should have come, she hung there. It wasn't like her lover just farted or something and killed the mood and sent her orgasm away. It was more like the orgasm was there, asking to be let in, and yet still outside the room. The sensation of being ready to come did not leave, but just stayed in her brain. It was the most intense pleasure, and at the same time intensely frustrating and arousing. She grunted with pleasure and frustration, �Mmm, what are you doing Richard?�

�Subject's response is consistent with being at the point of inevitability in men, sensing an orgasm is imminent but it has not yet happened. Would you agree Nicole?�

�Oooh, damn this feels good. But I would really like to come now.�

�Please answer the question Nicole. Are you close to orgasm?�  He watched her closely, �Do you feel as if there is something stopping you such that otherwise you would just be able to climax?�

Thinking was becoming a little more difficult. The vibrator was almost hard wired to her pleasure center and stuck on the brink as she was, thinking of anything else was almost impossible. She just wanted to continue, almost as much as she wanted to come. �Yes,� she said at last.

�Very good then. Now, as long as some pleasurable stimuli are maintained, the subject should continue in this state indefinitely. I anticipate that the orgasm, when it comes, will be quite remarkable. Approximately 45 minutes remaining.�

Fortunately for Sharon's sanity, she didn't hear him, and the next three quarters of an hour were just a continuous blur of pleasure and frustration. All she wanted was to catch the elusive orgasm, but it danced just out of her reach. From time to time Richard kissed her and sucked on her nipples, adding to her fever but doing nothing to break it. Time stood still for her, yet her frustration mounted. As the time drew near, Richard removed his labcoat and stroked his cock, which had been dripping with anticipation for the last half hour. He was average sized in the sexual equipment department, but he didn't think she was going to be let down.

�And now we are ready for the end of the experiment. In the name of science, I shall make the sacrifice of providing something more, shall we say, realistic, for her to focus on when she climaxes.� With one hand he moved a smaller, but equally powerful vibrator over her. He moved it into place as he withdrew the larger one, watching with some fascination as her pussy clenched at the attached dildo as if trying to keep a hold of it. She moaned loudly and her pussy made an obscene sucking sound.

He held a piece of sturdy rubber to her lips. She reflexively opened her mouth. �Now, please bite down on this.� She was panting with need and frustration, barely conscious, but she took the rubber bit to her back teeth and held it there.

Richard lined up his cock with her twitching pussy and slowly eased himself into her. She was hot and sloppy wet, and yet her pussy latched on to him, drawing him into her. He gladly pushed in all the way, seating himself fully within her, his hips pressed to hers. He started stroking within her feminine sheath, then moved the vibrator away. She sighed with some relief. �Now, the subject can calm down a little, but the fully pent up climax should not lessen in intensity so long as some pleasurable stimuli are continued. To do this I have started to have sex with the subject. We are now ready to test my theory. I am inside the subject, for safety purposes I have placed a rubber bit between her teeth so she cannot bite her tongue.� He hooked his left arm around her thigh, then hooked his right arm likewise. His right hand was poised over the thin needle that blocked her orgasm.

He adjusted his grip on her thighs, unsure if he could stay seated even if she was restrained. �Three, two, one,� and he pulled the needle, dropped it and held on.

To Sharon, it was as if a dam did not so much burst as explode. The orgasm that had danced away from her, now slammed into her entire body, bursting out from her sex. Blind with pure pleasure, her body seized on the cock inside her as the source of all the wonder, and clamped down hard to hold it within and continue. Tendons stood out and muscles tightened throughout her body, forcing the air from her lungs and causing her to strain uselessly against her bonds. Her eyes squeezed shut, tears rolled down the side of her face, and she bit down hard on the bit.

For better or worse, Richard was fully inside Sharon when he pulled the needle. Now her pussy clenched his dick tighter than anything he had ever experienced. Along his entire length her greedy cunt tightened around him. He desperately wanted to thrust, but she held him captive by his cock. It was intense, but doing nothing yet to get him to come. He did not need to worry about that continuing.

After what seemed an eternity (a check would later show thirty full seconds), Sharon gasped for air and then grunted, loudly, around the bit still trapped in her teeth. �Funnnngggg!� With that her pussy started to ripple. Richard had never felt anything like it. Her hips strained at the rope holding them as she desperately tried to hump the cock so pleasantly impaling her. Then Richard could not stop himself from fucking her, hard and fast. Sharon's head leaned up, her eyes opening briefly before she laid back down and her pussy once again clamped down on him with such force that he was forced out of her.
Richard's hips, knowing exactly what to do, kept pushing at her, and as soon as her muscles relented, they drove his cock in to the hilt, rewarding him with the continued feeling of her pussy rippling along his length, begging for him to deliver what her body sought from him.

Three more times she almost caught her breath before another seismic wave took her. Richard had to figure that out later, because it was during her third gut wrenching orgasm that Sharon's pussy won the battle and stroked his cock to ejaculation. He roared in joy and release as he spurted inside her, thrusting and coming and sowing his seed deep within the beautiful redhead. As he continued to fuck her and coat her insides with semen, it seemed as if her body sensed his delivery. For right as his orgasm worked toward a finish, another found her. Though sensitive after a mind blowing orgasm, he kept fucking her, eager to see how long she would go.

Finally, she went limp. He glanced at the EEG, which showed she was in a deep sleep. Richard let out a deep breath. �Whew. That was an amazing success. Now that the subject is asleep, I'll have to wait to question her about the experience. In the mean time I will loosen her bonds and massage her limbs to minimize the tightness later.� He pulled out of Sharon, who's pussy was clearly as tired as the rest of her. His seed, mixed with her juices, flowed out of her gaping pussy, as it was seemingly too tired to clench up at all. Richard snipped all the ropes and removed the rubber bit, noting the deep teeth marks she had left in it. He pulled her further on to the table, then collapsed the stirrups and extended the table so her legs were flat. Opening a drawer he pulled out a thin sheet and put it over her before starting to massage her limbs. He expected she would be very sore from her exertions when she woke up. Richard shut off the recorder and took a seat to watch her sleep. She really was beautiful. And worth every penny for what she had given him today.

�

Sharon came awake slowly. Her limbs were stiff, and when she opened her eyes she was briefly disoriented. She sat up, realizing she was on an examining table. When she saw she was naked and the sheet fell down, she didn't bother to pick it up. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at the man hunched over a keyboard. �Hey,� she said, finally piecing together what had happened.

The man turned the chair around on its wheels. He looked over her breasts and back to her face. �That was quite the power nap you took. How do you feel?�

She stretched her arms over her head, enjoying the look he gave her as she did. �Every muscle in my body is sore, but I feel really, really good. Like I just slept for a day.�

He stood and walked over to her, then lifted her arms one by one. There were no marks. �You were out for three hours after, well, after.�

She smirked. �I'm not surprised. Mmm. Best. Orgasm. Ever. How did it go on your end.?�

His face broke into a huge smile and he started chattering quickly. She was barely awake and was barely keeping up with he speed of his talk. She pulled key pieces from his animated blathering. �EEG. Multiple. Hour. Six. Rubber bit.�

�Whoa,� Sharon said, gesturing to slow him down. �Give me the summary.�

�I held you on the edge for almost an hour, then let you climax. According to the EEG you came six times with no more than a couple seconds between. The recorder indicates each was about thirty seconds in duration.�

She patted him on the cheek and laid back down. �Mmmm. Does it work on men?�

�I, uh, I don't know. I suppose the general theory works, but it might be odd.�

�How so?�

�Some men can experience orgasm separately from ejaculation.�

�Meaning?�

�Meaning it might be possible to have a sustained period of ejaculation without an orgasm.�

�And the orgasm is what forces the refractory period.�

He nodded. �That would be wild, but I don't know if I want to find out.� He waved his hand. �If you are feeling okay, I'd like you to stand up so I can check you out. Er, I mean--�

�I know what you meant. Besides, I think we're well acquainted now that you've been inside me.� She saw the front of his lab coat tent up a bit. Though she was intrigued, she found she really had no appetite for sex just then. She walked to where her dress was hanging. She checked herself over, then looked at him with a raised eyebrow. �Odd that I don't feel sticky.�

He actually blushed. �I took the liberty of cleaning you up after I massaged your limbs.�

�Massaged...�

�After the reaction you had I thought it might keep you from being cramped or overly sore.�

Sharon stretched her arms and legs, feeling for any stiffness. �Thanks, I feel pretty good.� She wriggled into her dress and then walked up and kissed him. She winked at him as she walked toward the door, �I hope you'll contact me if you ever want to try it out yourself.�

�

For the next two weeks Sharon took a break from her 'weekend job,' as she thought of it. Work in her office tended to come in cycles, and they were in the midst of a very busy time just now. She found herself working some longer hours, including two Saturdays in a row, just to keep up. The Navy Captain in their department, George 'Chili' Dennison, who had reported a little more than two months ago, found himself in need of her help all the time. The Pentagon was bewildering for anyone, let alone someone in their first few months of their first tour there. The bureaucracy was insane, well entrenched, and precise in its demands. It did not matter if you were writing a memo for the SecDef, or trying to get Organizational Representation Funds, called 'ORF,' there were exact procedures that had to be followed. Generally speaking, the higher up a piece of paper had to go, the more bureaucracy, and therefore work, was required.

During a recent visit to Germany the Assistant Secretary in their chain of command had made some inquiries into a new line of cooperation. Though the Germans were interested, the grunt work of getting something actually approved fell to Chili, and by extension, to Sharon. The matter was sensitive, but not highly classified. Due to some other interest by the National Security Staff, the project found itself on the fast track, which meant things that normally took two months were supposed to get done in two or three weeks. When Sharon found Captain Dennison in the office the Tuesday after the ASD had returned from Germany, he was already in a tizzy.

�And we have to get cord from Policy, Joint Staff and Cape. Whatever that is,� the Captain said, waving his arms and throwing a folder into the cubical wall. She always thought of him as 'the Captain,' not 'Chili.'

�It's not really all that-� Sharon started to say.

�But how am I supposed to get two Under Secretaries and a three star to sign off on something in two weeks?� George paced two steps forward and two steps back.

Sharon could sense his frustration, so she reached out and put her hand on his shoulder. He stopped and looked at her. She could have sworn he was blushing. �Sit down for a minute.� When he didn't move, she repeated her words, �Sit. Down.� She pressed on his shoulder and he collapsed into his chair quietly.

Sharon rolled another chair over and sat down, leaning forward to deliberately give him something else to think about while she spoke to him. �Captain, at any time there are only a few people actually working in this building. Right now, you are one of them. Our job is to get three other people to start working this for you.� Sharon was mildly impressed that he looked at her face the whole time, his glance never darting to her chest or her legs. She leaned back in the chair and looked away for a moment to give him a chance to do so. When she looked back he was holding the folder.

�So, where do we start?� he asked.

�This one is challenging, but not all that hard really. Cord, by the way, is really coord, short for coordination. First, you draft the memo for the DepSec, the one you want him to sign. Second, you draft a memo from the ASD to the Unders and the JCS. Then, you send the package to our ASD, and when she signs it, you have the ASD tasking the two Unders and the JCS with a response. Once the ASD signs off, there is a list of people we send it to for the various other groups in the Pentagon.�

�You make it sound so easy,� he said sheepishly.

�It's not, really. I've just seen this movie a few times.�

He nodded. �I have the feeling there is something else I should do.�

She smiled. �Once you have a memo you think is close, call your peers in those other offices. Go meet with them so it isn't a surprise. They'll talk to their DASDs,� she said this as a word 'Dazdees', �and then when your memo hits them they will have already greased the skids.�

He let out a breath. �Whew. I've already got the memo.�

She held out her hand. �Gimme. I'll get this ready. Your job is to talk to everyone at your level, and our DASD, to lay the ground work.�

He was grinning at her with the grin all men get when they've heard something funny but don't actually want to say so. �What?� She asked, knowing better but deciding to set aside her judgment.

�I hope the ground work is my type,� he said with a smirk.

Sharon rolled her eyes at the bad double entendre, took the folder from him and thumped him with it. She groaned but did not otherwise comment on his high school humor. As she walked away she could have sworn she felt the Captain's eyes on her legs and backside. She grinned, she would have been insulted if he wasn't watching.

�

In near record time the German memo, as she referred to it, was in the hands of the SecDef. Even though all the different offices were in support of the proposal, the machine typically took much longer to function and churn out a product.

It had been a stressful two weeks, with drafts and redrafts needed at least once a day to please the various egos in the building. She thought of them as big egos, but in truth they were just a bunch of driven people who had a very short timeline to push their agenda. Oddly enough, it seemed to Sharon that most of the international agenda didn't differ based on the party in power. What mattered, mattered, and that was the only thing under consideration.

The Tuesday after the package made it to and through the SecDef, Sharon decided she needed a break. On her way out the building that evening she picked up a disposable phone and texted the number, indicating that she was available Friday and Saturday. She was pleasantly surprised to once again get a questionnaire on her way home. If she was that much in demand, perhaps she needed to ask a higher fee.

�

On Friday evening Sharon was once again in a thin black dress on her way to dinner at an undisclosed location. To meet her terms for the contract tonight, she would once again be in a location that could monitor her for the whole evening. However, although her client would know they were being monitored, he also knew it was not being done in real time. Only if she lodged a complaint would the recordings ever be viewed.

An otherwise nondescript black Volvo met her at the Metro station and immediately departed out of town on headed west on Route 50. Since she wasn't driving, the heavy early weekend traffic didn't bother her. The extra time, however, resulted in her being more hungry than usual. When her driver pulled into the driveway of a ridiculously large house on a secluded lane, Sharon was eagerly looking forward to dinner and the thin black material of her mask was in place.

Her heels for the evening were tall red stilettos. Not her favorite, but she knew they made her calves and butt look fabulous. After reapplying the specified 'hooker red' lipstick, she got out of the car and made her way inside.

She had barely cleared the entranceway when a middle-aged balding man stepped right in front of her. Though he lacked the head of hair she preferred, he was reasonably attractive and in decent shape. �Jenny!� he burst out, reaching for her hand. �You look absolutely amazing!�

His smile and attitude were infectious and she found herself returning the expression. �Dave, isn't it?� He nodded and she continued. �I'm so happy to meet you.� She pulled him close. �If I'm going to need energy later I really must eat.�

His smile faded for a moment, puzzling her. �Sure, let's go.� Dave took her hand and led her into the dining room, which was nearly empty. In addition to the look he had just flashed her, it was the second thing she had found curious in as many minutes.

Throughout dinner, which was served quickly and professionally by the staff, Dave had unabashedly taken in the view of her breasts through the thin material of the dress. Sharon wasn't really bothered by that, since the whole purpose of wearing such a dress with nothing underneath was to garner such looks. However, it seemed he was not so much looking at her as looking -at- her. She took a drink of water and shook her head. He was a guy, looking for sex, and she was here tonight specifically to help him out. If he stared at her she supposed that was more or less what she had signed up for. However, Dave seemed to be looking at dinner more than a sure-thing date.

When she waved off on dessert, Dave grinned and extended a hand across the table. A single purple colored pill was left behind when his hand retreated. Though it looked just like the one she had taken from 'Mr. Plum' a few weeks past, she was curious. Sure, she had consented to being drugged, but she had not expected to encounter this drug again. Did Dave know Mr. Plum? Or whatever his name was?

�So what's in the purple pill, Dave?� she asked quietly.

He sat back and looked at her. �It's not really purple. More, plum I'd say. Something from my friends in CW.�

He emphasized the word 'plum' in an odd way that made her heart skip a beat. That seemed to make it doubly likely to be the same drug, and that meant Dave and Mr. Plum knew each other. It also seemed more than possible he had told Dave about her. She wasn't sure she liked where her mind was taking her, so she derailed it. She picked up the pill and a glass of water. �So Dave, how long do we have to get to our room?� She popped the pill in her mouth and washed it down.

Dave stood and offered her his hand. Helping her to her feet he said, �Long enough for the short walk to get there.�

�

Sharon was already starting to feel fuzzy by the time they reached the room on the second floor. A large four poster bed dominated the room, which was decorated in an early American motif straight out of an Ethan Allen catalog. She moved toward the bed, but Dave stopped her, standing behind her and pulling her to his chest, his hands cupping her breasts through the thin material of her dress. He nudged her feet apart with one of his own, then let go of her breasts as he slowly unzipped her dress. Running his hands down her sides, he continued down her legs until he reached the hem. Feeling a bit unsteady, she put her hands back to hold on to him. His hands stopped at her waist, and he squeezed her firmly and lifted her up. She could feel his erection through his slacks, pressing between her bare cheeks.

He put her down next to the bed and she reached out with both hands to hold a post and steady herself. Dave lifted the dress up over her head, pausing to allow her to remove her arms. The fuzziness in her brain was getting worse, and she was having trouble keeping focused on the here and now. Time passed oddly, and in the next instant she felt his bare chest and naked cock against her back side. Taking a hold of her arms, he pulled her limp hands from the bed post and turned her around to face him. Though barely conscious, Sharon could see the lust in his eyes. He picked her up again, but though she tried to hook her legs around his hips, they would not obey her commands.

Dave had her butt over the bed when she went completely limp. She didn't see him lick his lips in anticipation, but when he spread her thighs and clasped his mouth to her pussy, the dream that played in her mind was very nice.

Tonight the man in her dreams was not her high school beau, but the young physiologist and his orgasm research. Once again she was tied firmly to the table as Richard, the Ph.D candidate, worked over her vulva with his tongue. In her dream Sharon screamed with delight over and over again, and Richard never seemed to tire. Then, while she was catching her breath, she felt the most enormous penis push into her. She declared her approval with one long continuous moan.

And then, to her surprise, his cock buzzed and brought her to a fast and furious orgasm as he fucked her. And after that, Sharon stopped dreaming.

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