Chapter 7
"You are an excellent specimen, my dear," Professor Angst told Jennifer as he paced around the cell.
"Go to hell! I hate you more than words can say!" she cried out. The dark-haired coed felt nothing but emptiness inside. She was a hollow shell that had been plucked of all emotion. She said she hated him but there was a void in her that refused to respond to the horror of the situation.
"Nonsense, you love what we're doing to you. I have the read-outs to prove it. The more pain you feel, the more intense is the pleasure you experience immediately after. It is exactly what I wished to discover."
"You're giving me pain and calling it pleasure? You're sick. You're a sadist. You can't do this to me. It isn't fair. This is the United States, not Russia. We have laws against things like this."
"The contract," he gently reminded her. "You signed it without coercion. I don't think the courts would believe you in any case, but you did sign and you did indicate you realized the sexual nature of these experiments."
"You're torturing me. And not only me, you're torturing Mala, too. And probably lots of others."
"Torture is a bit strong," the psychology professor said mildly. "I prefer to think of it as scientifically induced pain to further enhance the pleasure response."
"Call it what you want-you're a bloody butcher!"
"Nonsense," the professor repeated, smiling beatifically. "I don't enjoy seeing you in pain, but it is necessary if we are to learn as much as possible from this phase of the experiment."
He walked around her. Jennifer lost sight of him when he went behind her. The two graduate assistants hadn't bothered to get her down. Her hair was still firmly fastened to the rafter high over her head. The way her leg muscles knotted convinced the young girl that she would soon have to swing free and suspend her entire weight from those two hanks of hair. Jennifer already knew intense pain from her shoulders. The strain of hanging even part of her weight from her hair was about to kill her. Any more and she would pass out from agony.
She jerked when she felt his hand lightly brush across her well-whipped asscheeks. He cupped her buttocks and squeezed. She moaned softly. There wasn't any pain. The redness had died down in her ass a long time ago. But the way he was fondling her back there did odd things to her inside. In spite of herself, the young girl felt her pussy begin to churn again.
Juices leaked from between her puffy cuntlips and washed away some of the dried jism on the insides of her thighs. And the more Professor Angst stroked and worked his fingers over her doughy ass-flesh, the more turned on she got.
"Please, Professor Angst, you don't have to do this to me. Let me go. Please!"
"I'm not hurting you. Quite the contrary," he said, running a quick finger along her puffy cunt-lips. The tiny flow of juices from her twat lubricated his finger to a glass-like slickness. That light, feathery touch on her sensitive pinkly scalloped cunt-lips made her gasp in surprise and delight.
She tensed and cried out as lightning bolts of delight leaped along her nerves. Her pussy contracted strongly and a rush of frothy fuckjuice boiled out of her cunt.
"No, you're not in pain. I think you're very close to another orgasm. The instruments will record that. You're ready for the next part of the experiment."
"Let me go, Professor. I was just kidding
about telling the cops. I won't tell anyone, honest! I won't even tell them about Mala." "After the experiment is completed, it won't matter who you tell, my dear. No one is likely to believe you," he said, increasing his pressure on her ass. He tried to mold the flesh into a pattern more acceptable to him. But every time the psychology professor let go of the half-moons of asscheek, they sprang back into their former smoothly curved shape. Jennifer thought this was the worst torture of all. She loved it. She couldn't say a single bad thing about it. Her loins were hungry for more cock and the way he played with her ass indicated that she might get what her cunt needed so desperately.
"Fuck me," she ended up sobbing out, hating herself for being so weak. "I need all the cock I can get!"
Pain meant little to her now. The hollowness in her cunt overwhelmed her completely. She had to feel a man's virile cock fucking hard and hot into her to get the kind of satisfaction she wanted. The way Professor Angst had been fondling her ass had turned her on too much.
"I think more electrodes are called for. But these will be a little different from the others. These won't measure. These will shock. Brutally."
She felt the cold conducting paste being applied to spots between her legs. Long wires were connected to both of her cunt-lips. Other wires were shoved all the way up her asshole. She groaned in pain as she felt the jagged tips of the wires raking against her recently fucked bowels.
"Yes," said the psychology professor, "that should be sufficient. Unless you think I should add more. To the earlobes, perhaps."
"No, no, not there," the dark-haired coed sobbed out. But Jennifer realized that Professor Angst wasn't talking to her. He spoke to some unseen aide outside the room. Probably either Jerry or Dean. They would be tending the computer console while the professor made his first-hand inspection of his victim.
Jennifer couldn't think of herself in any other way. He was giving her pain and she couldn't stop him. The metal bracelets of the handcuffs cut unmercifully into her soft wrists. No amount of struggling would ever free her. She couldn't hope to reach the knots holding her hair firmly to the beam over her head. She was helpless and totally at the mercy of this mad scientist.
What scared her the most was the knowledge that he had no mercy in him. He was doing all this to her in the name of science.
That seemed to justify everything to him. "I'll do anything you want," she gasped out, the pain almost too much for her. The way his hands stroked continually over her asscheeks made her swing gently. She was dangling again only by her hair.
"You'll do whatever we want, anyway. But I think the time is right to cut you down." She heard scissors snicking and felt her hair suddenly give way. She tumbled to the floor in a heap. The young girl saw the strands of her once-long, lustrous hair falling around her. Professor Angst had cut her free of her bonds.
"My hair!" she groaned. "My lovely hair. How could you!"
"You wanted down. But now it's time for you to earn your keep. Both Dean and Jerry are sporting hard-ons. Suck them off!"
"Never," Jennifer snarled. Now that the immediate source of her pain was gone, she felt better. She regained the power to defy the psychology professor.
"Oh?" he said mildly.
She wasn't prepared for the electric shocks she received. Both the wires hooked onto her cunt-lips gave her a jolt that made her feel as if her insides were being cooked in a microwave oven. Another electric jolt caused her to part her legs and peer between her thighs. She couldn't see any burned spot from where the electrodes were zinging her, but the pain was intense.
When the electrode buried up her asshole fired, she passed out. Cold water cascading on her face brought her to her senses again. The dark-haired coed was crying openly now, not even trying to put up a fake brave front. They had her totally in their power and pretending otherwise only led to more intense pain.
"Don't shock me again. My pussy-lips are on fire! They burn! Don't shock me again. Not there. I can't take any more of it."
"Then you should get up onto your knees and give head to my two graduate assistants," said Professor Angst. "This is the next portion of the experiment."
She hastily obeyed. She had to if she wanted to avoid the pain they could give her through the electrodes placed on her cunt-lips and up her ass. That particular one was the worst, the frightened girl thought. It felt as if her insides were being fired by the current when they switched it on. She would do anything they wanted now. The pain was too much for flesh and blood to withstand.
"Suck cock," ordered the psychology professor. "I'll be monitoring from the other room. Do a good job, my dear. Don't disappoint my assistants."
Both Dean and Jerry stood in the doorway
smiling at her. Their cocks weren't hard but they were twitching into slow erection. The frightened young coed judged that they would be stiff enough for a real fucking in a few minutes.
But that wasn't what Professor Angst had told her he wanted. As much as she personally wanted a cock filling her cunt, giving her pleasure to erase the memory of all the pain she was receiving, Jennifer knew she had to suck off both graduate assistants.
The two men approached slowly, parted and came at her from different sides. Each held his cock in his hand, as if she could take it and stuff it into her mouth. With her hands securely handcuffed the way they were, Jennifer couldn't possibly reach out and take both of those cocks at the same time.
Obviously, they expected her to do just that. Dean motioned and she almost passed out again when the searing electricity tortured her cunt-lips. She felt her pussy explode as the wire up her ass filled her with soul-rending voltage.
Strong hands held her upright. And a cock was shoved between her weakly fluttering lips. She gasped and sucked on it like a man drowning fights to get air into his lungs. This caused the cock to stiffen almost instantly. She found the long, hard, pulsating length of prick shoved almost balls-deep into her mouth.
Gagging, trying to get away, Jennifer turned her face and discovered another cock. The other man shoved his prick into her mouth. No matter how she turned, she couldn't ever hope to escape having to give them both blow-jobs.
She twisted and turned and tried to elude those cocks fucking in and out of her lips. She failed. No matter how the dark-haired coed spun around, the men were faster. They kept her going, her soft, velvety lips closed around both cocks.
When they began face-fucking her in earnest, the young girl wanted to die. But as long as the electricity in her asshole or along her cunt-lips didn't come to torment her, she could survive.
The frightened coed sucked. The girl began using her tongue to excite both those pricks and immediately found herself being turned on, too. She teased one of the crowned, cleft heads with the tip of her pointy tongue, then quickly switched to the other man's prick. She cradled her tongue under the most sensitive portion of his cock as he stroked in and out of her face.
"Shit," Jerry cried out. "This chick can give head, too. She's not like the other one. This one has a mouth that knows the score."
"Gimme some of that mouth love, baby," said Dean. His hips swung faster and his cock
fucked in and out of her face with long, potent strokes. His hands laced through the shorn locks of her once-lovely black hair. He grabbed as much of a handful as he could and jerked her face into his crotch.
The scared girl felt her nose burrowing into his fragrant bush, but more importantly, the rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth and shot down into her throat. She gagged then.
Jennifer loved sucking cock and had taken many men all the way down her throat. But she could hardly handle this situation. She was frightened and abused and hurt all over. Starting a real deep-throating didn't seem right to her. Savagely jerking free of the man's grip on her hair, she fell to the floor, panting and gasping for air. The entire length of her throat burned from the way he had fucked down into it.
"That's not the way to get us off," observed Jerry. "Up on your knees and suck us off. Or else."
The pain lancing up into her cunt from the electrode buried in her asshole brought her up swiftly. She couldn't stand that pain. It somehow hurt her in the most intimate and sensitive of all possible places. As long as Professor Angst kept triggering that electrode far up her shit-chute, he had her in his complete domination.
She sucked for all she was worth. She wanted nothing more than to get this sordid business over with. Jennifer's lips clamped firmly around Jerry's prick. She teased and tormented him, actually beginning to enjoy the degradation a little bit. The taste of his prick was a reward for her. She loved the way cock tasted and stimulated her tastebuds.
Her mouth watered as she sucked harder. When he began face-fucking her, she took his cock. Her tongue played with the tiny piss-slit at the end and the bitter drop of pre-cum that beaded there told her he- was ready. She used her tongue faster now. She sucked so hard her cheeks went hollow under the suction.
The girl was rewarded with a mouthful of jism. But before Jerry's cock had stopped spewing out its tasty load, Dean moved in and started face-fucking her. With both cocks in her mouth again, the coed's lips were pulled to the breaking point. Both men were well enough hung that it was difficult for her to get them into her dank, sucking mouth.
After Jerry's cock died and limply dribbled from her mouth, it was easier. She sucked and gave all the attention she could to Dean's prick. The man used forceful, mouth-raping strokes as he rammed full-tilt into her face. But the girl didn't care. She was actually beginning to get off on it. As long as the darkhaired coed didn't have to withstand the soultearing pain in her asshole or along her cuntlips, she could take anything.
She thought.
When the graduate assistant's cock went slack in her mouth, Jennifer thought that was all she had to put up with in this part of the experiment. The girl found out how wrong she was. Just as she sat back on her haunches, panting and licking Dean's cum from her lips, she saw a huge German shepherd trot into the room.
For a moment Jennifer was confused and didn't know what the dog was doing there. Then it hit her. They wanted the dog to fuck her. It had to be. They wanted to abuse and humiliate her in all possible ways. They had called her a bitch, and had fucked her like a dog and she had loved it.
Now she would be on the receiving end of a real dog's prick. Jennifer didn't think she was going to like that at all.
"What the hell are you doing?" she cried out. "Get that dog away from me!"
The electricity jolting through her cunt-lips put her flat on her back in pain. Second and third jolts made her spread her legs wantonly. She didn't want to do this, but the pain never let up until she was in the position the psychology professor wanted.
And then the dog moved in on her.
The frightened coed tried to push it away. The dog only lapped more eagerly at her pussy. The most terrifying part of this for Jennifer was the feel of that rough tongue on her electricity-punished cunt-lips. She liked it. More than liking it, she loved it.
The weakness surging into her loins came from desire. She sighed and leaned back on the cold concrete, no longer able to control her body. Professor Angst made her do terrible things to avoid the pain. But once she got into the proper position, some horrible inner drive caused her to go through with it.
She found herself wanting to be fucked by the doggy-prick.
"Ummmmm, please, oh, that tongue! It's inside me. Oh, lap my cunt juices good, lap them all up!"
The dog continued to snuffle around, its cold, wet nose pressing into her hot skin. It looked up and barked once, as if asking if she really wanted its prick shooting off inside her pussy.
Jennifer held out her chained hands in mute invitation to the dog. The cold cement under her body provided a firm surface. She lifted her hips off the ground and the dog immediately moved up. Its paws were on either side of her hips. It hunkered down and shoved forward.
Jennifer screamed when that dog-cock drove between her cunt-lips and shoved all the way up into her juicy twat. She needed this. No matter how humiliating, she needed this animal fucking her. The feel of a prick-any prick-moving inside her somehow took away all the hurt she had received. She could lose herself in the wondrous sensations now beginning inside her pussy.
"Goddamn, I never saw a chick get off on being fucked by a dog like that.. She's so damned hot she'll fuck anything," one of the graduate assistants said.
The other responded, "The way she sucked cock should have told us. I guess the professor's really putting the electricity to her."
"Hell, no. Look at the expression on her face. She wants the dog to fuck her. He isn't turning on the electricity at all. This is another major breakthrough in our conditioning program."
"How kinky," said the other.
Jennifer heard their voices as if they were millions of miles away. All she knew or cared about was the feel of the German shepherd's cock against her cunt-walls. The long, slender pink prick didn't fill her up like a man's would, but the way the dog had started hunching more than made up for it.
The dog's coarse fur rubbed along her softer skin and thrilled her. The feel of the tip of its cock wiggling inside her gave the girl a sensation no man's prick ever had.
And when Professor Angst turned on the current and gave all three of the electrodes power, the shock really set her off. The coed came as hard as she ever had. And her orgasm simply wouldn't die down. Everything fed it and kept her soaring on the winds of total ecstasy.
Jennifer knew this was the worst thing that had ever happened to her. She was being fucked by an animal. And she was being tortured into enjoying it. Or was she? The girl sobbed bitterly, knowing that she was feeling the pain from the electricity, but the pleasure was coming from within her.
She wanted that dog's cock in her cunt. She wanted it!
And knowing that made her come again. The dog growled low in its throat and fucked her cunt even faster. It had felt the surge of electricity through her cunt-lips and through the thin inner membrane separating its fucking cock from her asshole.
When the dog spurted out its jism, she hardly noticed. She was convulsed with still another come. The dog barked loudly, then backed away, confused. It might not have fucked a woman before. And from the puzzled expression on its face, Jennifer wondered if it even enjoyed it.
She sank back to the cold concrete, feeling the roughness cutting into her whipped ass again. But it no longer mattered. The darkhaired coed felt she had been abused as much as humanly possible. After sucking off the two graduate assistants under the threat of punishment of being jolted with the hidden electrodes and being fucked by a dog, Professor Angst couldn't do anything else to her. She was positive he had done his worst. Jennifer was wrong again.