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"Hello, Stan! This is Helen Randolph ... I ... What?
Oh goddamned answering service! Tell Stan I need an extra appointment this
week. Yes, tell him I'm coming today whether he likes it or not!" Helen
slammed down the telephone and went to her mirror again. Her nervous
fingers moved through her hair as she tried to cope with the facts of the
night before. "This is it!" she said to herself. "I can't take any more.
Something has to give!"
* *
"Yes, this will do fine!" Adam Randolph was extremely pleased. The
apartment was very close to the campus of the University. In fact, it was
one of several off-campus buildings owned by the University. This
proximity would make it simple for him to continue his teaching while he
began the new work that would make him famous.
"Sexual Research Foundation." The words sounded just right in the interior
of Adam's head as he signed the papers stating that he would rent the
apartment for the next two years. Yes, in only one year's time, Adam knew
that he would have moved on to bigger and better spaces, but meanwhile,
this would do just fine.
"I'll be using the place for my research," Adam told the superintendent
who was in charge of rentals.
"Certainly," the Super said, feeling proud that he was renting to one of
the profs at the University. Much better than the usual rowdy students up
there smoking dope and carrying on. It would lift the reputation of the
place a bit, he thought to himself as he accepted the one month's rent for
deposit, and two month's rent in advance from Dr. Adam Randolph. He looked
at the signature on the check and then pocketed it with a little smile of
satisfaction.
"Just let me know when you'll be moving in," he said.
"Why, immediately! If not sooner!" Adam replied, massaging his hands as he
thought of the young waitress up at the College Cafe. What a fine subject
she was going to make!
* *
It was three days later, and Susi stood pouting at the angle of the
counter, her mind a million miles away. God, if she could only get out of
there. Did she dare to say she wasn't feeling well. She could tell Mort,
the boss, that she had a headache. But she'd already done that last week.
She would have to wait at least another week before she could try again.
Already Mort seemed displeased with her. Well, what did he expect? Did
have to act as if the damned College Cafe was her whole life? Even though
she spent so many hours working there, Susi wasn't about to think about it
as having anything to do with her real self!
"Creep!" she said, mentally noting that Mort was looking out from the
office door in the back, seeing that there were already two customers
waiting at her station while she stood ignoring them. "What a colossal
bore!" she thought, casting a glance in the glass roll box which allowed
her to see a reflection of her pretty baby doll features highlighted by
the bright lights in the cafe. Her wide blue eyes looked as if she had
never had a wicked thought in her life. In fact she had had a few, but so
far most of her wicked actions had been confined to generally making her
admiring boyfriends' lives miserable.
With a walk that told a great deal about how cute Susi thought she was,
the eighteen year old waitress ambled over to the first customer, the one
nearest her. The other seemed to be gesticulating, indicating that he had
arrived first, but Susi kept her eyes carefully away from his. She'd wait
on the closest first, and that was that! Let Mort, the manager, crap in
the back room if he saw. Let him fire her! Tonight she couldn't care less.
Susi held her pad poised, the little pencil was already circling doodles
on the sheet of paper. "Yes?" she inquired. "Good evening, Susi,"
Professor Adam Randolph smiled and cleared his throat. "This evening I'll
have a cup of the minestrone soup. Is it good? Do you recommend it?"
"Sure! The chef made it up fresh this afternoon!" Susi said. She liked
Professor Randolph. He came in almost every evening, making his little
jokes. It was better than the dull simps and the weirdoes and the
wise-acre students who thought that they were something because they were
at the University and she wasn't. Susi turned and gave one of her little
wiggles, knowing that Professor Randolph would appreciate the splendid
curvature of her un-pantied ass-cheeks. The nylon slip that she wore under
the white nylon uniform allowed the clear outline of them to show,
including the split of her curvy buttocks. Then she went to the soup
shelf, took down a can of Minestrone and opened it, then put it in the
special soup heater. She turned and winked at Professor Randolph as it got
hot. He was really cute, she decided, with his gray hair and his
brief-case. She'd heard some of the kids talking about him too and had
learned that he was a hard, but a good teacher. They always sounded a
little bit in awe of him, whereas she was on really friendly terms with
him. It made her feel good. She turned back to the machine and poured the
hot soup into a bowl, her other hand already reaching for the little pack
of Saltine crackers that would be served with it. Susi wondered if her
boyfriend Ben was really going to meet her that night like he'd said. He'd
want to make love to her later on, that was for sure, and Susi wasn't sure
she wanted him to. Make him wait a little? Instead, maybe when she got
home she'd call up somebody who wasn't expecting to hear from her, and go
over and fuck all night long. That might be more fun, she decided, for
Susi wasn't a girl to do things in any ordered way. The more she confused
her lovers and drove them out of their minds, the happier she seemed to
be.
Don't let them count on anything! That was one of her little mottoes, and
stuck to it pretty well, never becoming terribly emotionally involved with
anyone while at the same time stringing as many people along as she could.
"Here you are, Professor Randolph," she said, moving as slowly as she
could back to the counter to prevent from spilling the soup. Susi was not
the most agile waitress in the world, but she didn't lose any sleep
worrying about it. She was noticing, however, that Adam Randolph's eyes
were fixed upon her proudly jiggling breasts as she set the soup in front
of him. This pleased her immensely that a man of such scientific
background could find her attractive. She stood posing in front of him a
moment to let him get a good look at her size 38C, ignoring the continued
gesticulations of the other customer who was still waiting.
Susi finally turned to the other man. "What do you want?" she said
nastily. Routinely, she took his order, aware that Professor Randolph was
following her every motion with his eyes. This was more attention than he
usually paid to her, and Susi couldn't help wondering if he was going to
make a pass at her that night. She waited on two more people while Adam
finished his soup at a leisurely pace. What would it be like sleeping with
Dr. Randolph, she wondered. It might be interesting, she thought. He would
probably tremble when he touched her, she thought, a little smile of
amusement playing about her full, Bardot-type lips. Susi's
strawberry-colored hair gave off a sheen that no real hair color could
ever imitate, but it gave her a certain effect nonethe -less. It had been
a dull uninteresting chestnut color before, and then blonde, and now this
"stylish" red. Susi went over to a far corner of the cafe and
surreptitiously ran her comb through her shoulder length hair before tying
it back once more. She didn't care if any of the customers saw, but Mort
would give her hell if he saw her.
Her other customers had gone now, and only Professor Randolph remained. If
he was going to make a pass it would be now, she figured as she walked
back toward her counter. The last "older" man she'd slept with, Susi
recalled, was her high school principal, and she knew that if she hadn't
she never would have graduated. What a lousy lay he'd been too, she
thought ruefully. Lots of panting and tugging and then wham team, thank
you, ma'am. Then he'd asked her to watch while he masturbated. What a
bore! Susi found herself hoping that Professor Randolph might be more
interesting. For one time, what did she have to lose? "A little
experiment?" she repeated, after Adam had broached the subject to her.
"Nearby, you say?"
"Yes, my new lab is just around the corner, as a matter of fact. I would
be honored if you might consider being one of my first, uh, assistants!"
"Yeah, sure!" Susi thought. "Why not?" she said aloud. "I get off at
11:00. Give me the address and I'll come on over." She arched an eyebrow
and waggled her hips a bit. Adam smiled and left a quarter tip, his usual,
before sliding off the stool. Then he carried the check to the cashier,
paid and stepped out into the crisp night air. He hurried back to the new
"lab", for he had to have all in readiness for the young waitress's
arrival.
Taking the steps two at a time, the graying scientist arrived at the third
floor landing. He fit his key into the first lock, turned it, and fit a
second key into the police lock. The iron bar slid aside as he entered the
apartment. The hall was as grim and colorless as he had found it, but the
living room had been turned into a rather comfortable looking room. There
was little furniture except for a foam rubber mattress on the floor with
an Indian throw over it and a few cushions spread about on the carpet. The
walls however had been tampered with, and if one looked carefully one
could see that the rug area around the bed had been carefully cut and
recovered to allow for the placement of certain devices.
Adam hurried to the control panel that was in the adjoining room and
turned on the electronically motivated instrument. It was a comparatively
simple machine to construct, borrowing university equipment of course, and
Adam himself had considerable experience with stimulatory devices where
his test animals were concerned. To make certain changes allowing for a
human experiment was a snap for the talented professor. The two way mirror
was archaic, but would work admirably for his own first experiments, Adam
felt, as he peered into the empty living room, his "lab". Already the bed
was beginning to vibrate, and Adam had but to touch a few other buttons
and he knew that the whole thing would come alive. But this would wait.
Right now, he had to hurry and change into his white coat. Carefully, the
middle-aged professor removed all his clothing, and placed it in a closet.
From the same closet he removed his working coat, and put it on over his
naked body. A shiver went through him as he felt its cool crisp cotton
fabric covering the warmth of his exposed flesh. Why, he wondered, had he
waited so long before breaking away from the dull routine of the
University? Why had he waited so long before beginning to live?
The excitement was making him get a full erection already, and hard, meaty
head of his erect cock grazed against the material of his loose-fitting
white coat arousing him even further. Adam rubbed his hands together and
refrained from touching the bloodswollen girth of his penis. It was enough
at the moment to anticipate Susi's arrival. Adam Randolph began to pace
back and forth, reminding himself that a good scientist would never
anticipate the results of an experiment. He would just have to wait and
see what happened, given the laboratory conditions and the predispositions
of the subject!
The bell rang with a strident sound that made him jump. Then Adam was
coolness personified. The tougher it gets, he reminded himself, the cooler
I must be! for already Adam had started thinking about his wife, Helen. He
broke out into a sweat as he made ready to open the door. Why on earth
would he be thinking about her now? But try as he might, even as Adam
Randolph opened the door to see the pert eighteen year old standing there,
he was remembering his wife's words as he left the apartment earlier that
day. "You can't ignore me! I'll show you! You can't keep on pretending
that I don't exist!"
Adam had closed the door behind him and gotten the elevator down to the
garage. "Now why would she think that I don't think she exists?" he
wondered to himself. Obviously, he knew she existed. Sometimes he got
theater tickets and they would go out together. Sometimes, he even looked
at television with her. True he wasn't much of a conversationalist, but
then he always had so much on his mind.
Adam's thoughts trailed off, and he realized that he had been standing
there for a good moment, staring at the first subject of his new "work".
"Well, are you going to ask me in?" Susi smiled a crooked little inquiring
smile at the older man. Really, she was thinking. Is he potty or
something? You'd think he didn't even remember inviting me by!
"Come in ... oh yes, do come right in!" Adam said formally, ushering the
curvaceous little teenager into the apartment, and carefully locking the
door behind her.
"Expecting burglars?" Susi asked. She was chewing gum and wondering if she
should have gone out with her boyfriend after all instead of standing him
up.
"Not at all, not at all!" Adam was rubbing his hands again. "I, uh, well,
in the big city, one can never be too careful, you know!"
"Oh, I don't believe all that stuff. Nothing ever happened to me!" Susi
looked around her with a certain amount of distaste. "This is where you do
your experiments?" she asked. "As a matter of fact, yes," Adam replied.
"Step right this way, won't you?"
"Oh boy!" Susi rolled her eyes as Adam turned his back to her and led the
way to the living room. She looked inside. "Is this going to be boring!"
she said to herself, not quite knowing what she had expected, but knowing
that it was something more interesting than this!
Adam stood awkwardly beside the girl for a moment. She seemed smaller,
shorter now that she was no longer behind that counter. And seeing her
dressed in her street clothes made her look entirely different. A "crazy
fur" coat gave her squared shoulders, and her legs appeared shapely but
somehow more vulnerable than before in their black stockings and
high-heeled wedgies.
"So let's get on with the experiment!" Susi said. Might as well get it
over with. She turned, sizing up the professor once more, finding him more
uncertain, more timid than she had when he was her customer sitting on the
other side of the counter. Clearly, she would be able to handle the whole
thing, she figured. He certainly wasn't going to be what Susi would call a
powerful lover!
The young girl thought of her boyfriend as she had glimpsed him a few
moments before, standing on the corner waiting for her to get out of work.
Instead of going to meet him, she had ducked down the street as quickly as
possible while his back was still turned, thus avoiding all confrontation
with him. He must have found out by now, she figured, I've gone! She felt
a moment of regret, and then a sensation of elation. She'd have some fun
with Professor Randolph anyway!
"Uh, are you ready to begin?" he asked. "Sure I'm ready. Can I sit down on
the bed?" she asked, indicating the mattress which appeared quite normal
since Randolph had turned off the electronic system.
"Yes, yes. And uh, if you'll just take off your clothes. " "Take off my
clothes?" Susi stared wide-eyed at the scientist. Perhaps it would be more
interesting than she thought. She'd seen some fast workers before, but
jeez! "Yes, I assure you, this experiment will be done in the purest
scientific tradition and uh, the results will be completely ... oh, yes,
dear me ... completely confidential." Susi reclined upon the bed, and
smiled up at the professor. "I should hope so!" she said.
"Oh yes," Adam insisted, "unless, of course, you wish it otherwise!"
What an odd-ball! Nevertheless, Susi was beginning to feel an interesting
kind of excitement in spite of herself. Wasn't this what she was after,
the unusual in life, the chance encounter? The unexpected? Maybe she could
have a terrific orgasm with this professor, just because he was so weird.
Already little flutters like butterflies let loose were making themselves
felt in the young girl's lower belly. Her ripe young breasts felt heavier
than usual as she lay back and their weight pressed against her chest.
"As I said," Adam muttered, "just get undressed and remain motionless on
the bed with arms extended thus ..." He placed her arms in the position he
wanted and then moved back. The professor fumed and left the room, while
the eighteen year old redhead watched him leave, a classic expression of
confusion etched upon her pretty but not-too-bright features. But before
she could begin to try to figure it out, Adam Randolph's voice transmitted
from the neighboring room came to her through the carefully placed
speakers throughout the lab. "You may begin to remove your clothes now!"
he said in a kindly, disinterested tone.
Susi was so put off balance by the events that she automatically began to
take off her clothes. Perhaps it was some real experiment after all, she
thought, while all along she had been thinking that Dr. Randolph just
wanted to get in her panties. Why, he wasn't even in the same rooms Susi
was profoundly impressed by this fact, and by the fact that she thought
Randolph could not see her. In fact, he was studying her every sensuous
move through the two-way mirror which occupied a large space on one wall
of the room. Trembling a little bit, the lushly-endowed waitress took off
her monkey fur coat and put it neatly on the floor, adding to it her
black, almost skin-tight dress. Susi was completely naked beneath her
short, one-piece slip. The flimsy nylon had to act as both brassiere and
panties for the young girl's full figure and it succeeded at neither. For
the first time in her life the young girl hesitated a moment before
revealing the total nakedness of her flesh. Always, even when she was
thirteen and it was the first time, and she had been alone with her aunt's
husband and he had taken her into his bedroom while her aunt was away ...
even then, she had not hesitated a second, but had pretended to her uncle
that she was not a virgin. Susi had always been ready for lovemaking, but
somehow, she did not know what to expect this time, and it made her
uneasy. Nevertheless, she was here now, and she might as well get on with
it, the voluptuous redhead figured. Afterward, maybe she'd even call her
boyfriend Ben and apologize for standing him up. With a little quiver of
her full lower lip, Susi dropped the thin straps of her slip, sliding them
off her shoulders and letting the soft garment fall to the floor. Then she
bent over and unrolled her gartered stockings until the sheer black
material slipped off her toes and made another addition to the pile of her
clothing on the rug.
There was a slight indentation on the pale white flesh of the young girl's
upper thighs where the garters had left their mark. Apart from that Susi's
naked form was flawless. Some might have complained about the fleshiness
of her sensually ripened breasts which were far larger than most girls',
but somehow on Susi the warm quivering mounds of flesh, each one centered
with a thick brown nipple with crowns the size of silver-dollars, took on
a graceful air that offset her nicely rounded hips and small nippedin
waist. Her skin was of a pale translucent quality that added to the
over-all effect of beauty. The tawny brown of her pubic "vee" snuggled
perfectly up between those full thighs as Susi moved slowly back to the
bed.
From his superb vantage point in the next room, Adam Randolph took in the
dimpled swellings of Susi's ass-cheeks as she turned from him. Slowly, he
spoke into his own tape-recorder, making certain that the room
loud-speaker was off. Scientist or not, Randolph couldn't help waxing
rhapsodic when describing his first real subject's attributes.
"A perfect nineteenth century figure which houses the face and mind of a
twentieth century child. She's all breasts, hips, and thighs, a creature
made for loving, for sex." Adam Randolph gazed into the mirror and saw
that Susi was sitting nervously on the edge of the bed. He flicked a
switch. "Lie down please. Face down!" he instructed. Susi giggled
nervously and then lay down upon the bed. "Arms out, please!"
Susi extended her arms as she was told and was shocked to suddenly feel
clamps spring from the bed to encircle her wrists, effectively holding her
down to the bed. "What the fuck?" cried. "Let me out of this contraption!
Hey, where are you? LET ME OUlTTTT! " Susi struggled furiously against the
iron clamps but to no avail. All she managed to do was to raise her legs
upward, to kneel up, to pull backward. But none of these actions did
anything toward freeing her wrists from the encircling bonds.
"If you will calm down, Susi, you will find the position quite
comfortable, I think," Adam's voice was quiet, almost reflective, as he
watched the naked young girl's responses, and carefully noted same by
speaking into his microphone. "What are you trying to do to-me? Please
don't hurt me, please don't!" Oh God! She'd heard of crazy scientists
before, but she never realized they did crazy things like this! "Why, I
wouldn't dream of hurting you, Susi," Adam expressed surprise and then
continued, "the manacles may hurt if you pull too much against them, but
you will see that they are necessary for the experiment. Now shall we
progress?" "Oh Christ!" Susi closed her eyes tight and tried to keep from
crying, forcing herself to lie still face-down on the bed. She had no idea
what was going to happen to her, but she suspected that she would regret
not having met Ben before the evening was over.
"There, that's fine!"
Susi was gradually beginning to realize that Dr. Randolph could see her
without being seen. The naked eighteen year old tried to keep her wits
about her, but it was a difficult task faced with such a peculiar
situation. Her breathing was shallow as she lay terrified upon the bed,
waiting to see what would happen next. There was not long to wait, for as
soon as she stopped moving about she found her ankles subjected to the
same kind of clamps that held her wrists. Guided by electric eyes, the
metal protruded from the sides of the bed to enclose the delicate flesh of
the young girl's legs.
"OH no! No!" Susi cried out, really terrified now. Oh God! She was in the
hands of a maniac! This new position was worse than anything. At least
before she'd been able to move her legs. She was hopelessly lost and she
felt that her captor might be insane enough to keep her this way forever.
No one would certainly miss her for at least a month, everyone knew she
was so capricious that she might disappear for weeks at a time. Her only
salvation lay in seeing this through no matter what. In making the best of
it somehow. She felt her tears coming in earnest now, and self pity
enveloped her. For some reason she felt contrition for all the suffering
she had inflicted upon her friends and lovers. It was as if she was now
going to be punished for being so mean to them, even though she knew that
Adam Randolph had no way of knowing what kind of person she'd been. Or did
he? "Now, my dear. I want you to start to talk. You will give me a short
history of your sex life And never mind too much the little scientific
instruments that you'll be feeling, just go on talking as best you can."
Scientific instruments? The phrase merely added additional fuel to her
fear. Jeez! She had to humor him. Had to! "I ... uh, where do you want me
to begin?" Susi's voice was frail and thin as she made an attempt to be
brave in hopes that she would please her captor enough to be let off
fairly soon. "Right at the beginning! Did you play with yourself. Tell me
everything!"
Susi sobbed and then dug into her memory for her first sexual experience.
She noticed that, as she started to speak, the bed began to vibrate
gently. It made her uneasy to say the least, but spread-eagled as she was
on her belly, she could do nothing about it. "When I was ten ... I washed
my pussy and found out it felt good."
"Go on, go on!"
"I, uh, used the wash cloth to rub and rub, and it felt better and
better!"
"Yes?"
"Then I was taking a bath one day and just lying there in the tub playing
with myself ... and I came all over the place." She blushed and hesitated.
"Then what?"
"I used to do it all the time ... any place, with anything I could find."
Susi's ripened breasts swelled downward into the softness of the foam
mattress which was vibrating at a gathering speed now. In her helpless,
prone position the waitress began to feel a difference in the pressure
points of her nipples, as though they were being massaged differently,
separately. She could feel their tips hardening as the lewd tingling
titillation continued, and she groaned and stammered out her story,
feeling a kind of humiliation she had never known before. The white
rounded cheeks of her vulnerable buttocks stood high behind her, cool in
the air of the room, and she felt a renewed stab of fear at just how
totally helpless she was.
"Now, my dear. I want you to make a decision. Since you are no doubt an
expert on masturbation, you must have used a brush handle before?"
Susi gulped. "Yes," she admitted. The warm tingling in her breasts was
growing unbearable. "A brush." "And what else?"
"Anything, perfume bottle tops, thick fountain pens, a rubber glove, my
mother's douche tip, once a frankfurter that I sneaked out of the
refrigerator and then put back when I was finished!" Susi stuttered, not
knowing if she was helping her plight by this secret information or making
it worse.
"Fine, fine," Adam said, reassuringly. The graying scientist had found it
necessary to move one hand beneath his laboratory smock, between the
buttons. That way he was able to coddle the burgeoning thickness of his
painfully throbbing erection. His cock was rock-hard and quivering with
impatience, standing at attention as he fondled it lovingly, not
forgetting to record his own reactions to the lewd spectacle he was
creating. Adam pressed a button on the control panel in front of him, and
in the other room the young girl gasped. Down between her wide-spread
thighs, exactly at the tender split of her helplessly positioned pussy,
the eighteen year old redhead felt something beginning to stir. It felt
like a big hard cock, but Susi could tell right away that it was made out
of rubber or plastic. It had odd grooves in it which began to twist slowly
along the exterior of her defenseless little cunt.
"OH! OH!" she cried out in horror.
"Nice?" Adam asked. "Like it?"
"No! I hate it. It's cold and hard and awful, I hate it, hate it!" Susi
screamed out in spite of herself. "Perhaps you will like it better when it
gets inside of you. It has some very special attributes, you know." Adam
pressed another button, and the thing down between her legs began to shift
position. Try as she might to avoid it by hunching up, the thing seemed to
have a will of its own and it headed directly for the little hair-trimmed
entrance to her vagina. Susi groaned in anguish as she felt the big knob
of its head beginning to try to wriggle inside her. It was far bigger than
any human penis she had ever felt inside of her, and in addition its
odd-shaped head was quite unsettling there against her nakedly trembling
intimate flesh.
"Oh God, no, please," she whimpered. "I don't want to do this. Please
don't do this to me!"
In the control room Adam's teeth were bared in a lewd grin as his fingers
moved rapidly up and down on his own naked cock. With a jerk, he abruptly
stopped himself, for he had been on the verge of cumming.
"Oh God," he thought to himself, "it's been more exciting than I thought!"
"Never mind, dear!" he said to Susi, panting slightly. "You'll enjoy
something of this I'm sure. Just tell me which attachment you like the
best." The controls were in full action now. On the panel there were
lights blinking at him signaling which portions of his diabolical machine
were in operation. The next button set another light to functioning as
inside the room Susi screamed.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhgggh!" Every sinew of Susi's naked young body was taut as
she felt the thick object beginning to embed itself inside her private
flesh. The hair-trimmed tightness of her vagina stretched wide to accept
the nudging intrusion despite Susi's wish to expel it from her.
"Toooo big!" she gasped out, "much tooo biggg!" "You're a little tight,
aren't you?" Adam asked. He was remembering the first time he'd made love
with Helen, when they were both much younger. How tight she'd been, almost
a virgin, he was sure, although he'd never asked her. They'd made love on
the grass in New Jersey, behind the house he'd been renting at the time.
Dr. Randolph coughed to clear his mind of the intruding memory and brought
his attention back to the work at hand. "Well, never mind," he said,
"you'll loosen up, I expect!" At that point the lewd object reached the
farthest point inside the captured girl's straining pussy, and the tip of
it, blunt and smooth as it had been before, began to expand almost as
though it were growing hair, little nubs of semi-soft rubber protruding
from all sides as it began to vibrate softly against the sleek inner
membrane all around it. "Nnnnnnn ..." It was an eerie sensation, not at
all comforting at first, and frightening especially since she was in no
way able to control it. Susi could feel the tiny little pinpoints of
rubber touching her most intimate, most sensitive places. There at the tip
of her womb, high in her wide-stretched vagina the weird object massaged
and vibrated, moved up and down, twirled round on its own, creating the
most incredible sensation that Susi had ever encountered.
"You like that kind of loving, don't you, dear?" Adam asked, noting that
Susi was beginning to quiver all over, and that the indicators he had
before him of blood pressure and mental activity were showing marked
increase.
"Oooooh ... ooooooohhh!" Tears rolled down Susi's cheeks as she screamed
for the scientist to stop the long thick cock that was teasing high up in
her vagina. But the penetrating machine only seemed to grow more frenzied
with her, and she felt her thighs being swept wider apart while the
exposed nub of her clitoris was subjected to a little bumping pressure
from below the mattress. She was lubricating on her own now, making the
inner channel of her besieged pussy so wet that the machine made lewd
sluicing smacking noises with each stroke. The tips of her nipples were
being titillated by the same kind of sensual vibration that seemed to
center at her breasts. Susi's toes squirmed as violent shudders of delight
coursed along her nervously perspiring body. The tightly clinging channel
of her cunt was on fret Susi seemed to tinge all over, and yet all she
could do was moan and plead for Dr. Randolph's mercy. Why had she ever
come here in the first place? Why? She would never, ever do such a thing
again, if only she could get out of here alive and with her sanity too'
"Let's see how you like this one!" Adam said, smiling at his success and
pushing another button which automatically canceled out the electronic
message to the part of the machine which controlled the little rubber
protrusions. They were replaced by the emergence of small suction cups
which extended to the edges of Susi's inner walls, attaching themselves
and beginning a gentle rotation and sucking where before there had been a
tickling, teasing sensation.
"Oooh!" the huge unbending rubber phallus throbbed on, seeming to go
deeper, but in reality expanding while her moist warm flesh clasped
tightly around it. Susi felt her body slowly changing into a mass of
nerve-tingling sensation. Her eyes were tightly shut now as she struggled
against the rippling waves of unwanted pleasure that rushed through her
helplessly trapped body. She fought against them with all her might, but
the machine created more and more indecent desire within her. The very
thought of her own helplessness, instead of infuriating her as before,
began now to weaken and infiltrate her with a new awareness of herself.
Was this what she had secretly wanted all along? Someone, something? that
could give her pleasure and take none in return? Was this why she could
never treat anyone who loved her with respect, for fear of giving up too
much of herself. It occurred to the eighteen year old that there was
nothing to lose here, no human being was touching her, despite the fact
that the professor was obviously manipulating the sex-machine. An excited
moan escaped her lips, betraying her sudden submission to the nefarious
instrument.
My God, Susi thought, I love it! I love this goddamned machine!
"Now you like it, yes?" Adam inquired, regarding the distinctly lascivious
expression on his captive's features through the two-way mirror.
"Ooooh!" she groaned helplessly, all the while feeling her tightly swollen
breasts bewitched by the soothing vibration at their nipples. It seemed
the full rounded mounds of naked flesh would burst from the exquisite
pleasure coursing through them. Susi tried to arch upwards, flinging her
long red hair from side to side as she felt all resistance fleeing her
mind and body. Just as suddenly as the pleasure had come to her aroused
young body, it was suddenly gone, as experimentally Adam Randolph withdrew
the thick head of the cock from the raging heat of Susi's now-willing
cunt.
"OH NO!" she gasped.
"No, what?"
"NO! No I ... I ..."
"You want it to fuck you some more now, don't you?" he asked, unable to
erase the self-satisfied tone of his voice. "Then say it, my dear. Say it
loud and clear, and you shall get your wish. Maybe you were on the verge
of cumming? Tell me what it was like the first time you came with a man.
Tell me all about it!" "Oh Christ, you sadistic bastard!" Susi writhed in
frustration as all the vibrations of the innocent looking couch ceased. "I
was fucking my uncle. My uncle's cock was fucking me hard. I wrapped my
legs around his neck, he was holding onto my ass! And I came!"
"Yes?"
"Oh give it to me, give it to me! Give me the machine!" All resistance had
drained from the eighteen year old's distorted mind.
"I still fuck him!" she said desperately, hoping that the machine would
return to life faster if she gave more information. "I fuck him whenever I
feel like it and I ... make ... him ... lick ... my ... shoes-!!"
The maddening but thoroughly desired probing of the artificial cock
returned, spiraling its way up into her unresisting pussy, fucking upward
with new girth, the sucking cups alternating with the little rubber points
white the over-all vibration of the bed resumed.
"OH GOD, it's good, go on, go on!" As best she could the young redhead
bucked downward into the fucking machine and began to blurt out
incoherently all the vile, filthy words she knew which was a considerable
lot. "Oh, Christ! It's the best! The very best! Oh fuck me, machine! Fuck
Susi good!" she blurted. Adam Randolph looked out from the control room
with lewd delight at the sight of the sweat-glistening body of the
helplessly strapped-down waitress, his first subject at the lab. He could
see the big white mechanical penis he had devised doing its upward
skewering from beneath and below the redhead's widespread legs. He timed
the thrusts to match the contortions of her face, carefully noting the
exact speeds and strokes in his recorded notes. Back and forth, suction,
ticklers, rotate, swell, double-time forward and backward flick. Dr. Adam
Randolph's fingers flew on the control buttons as he began to invent new
combinations of the lewd series of actions. There in the room which the
professor called his "lab" the girl could feel the sudden rising tide
beginning deep in her quivering belly. It had been a long time coming, and
now it was upon her. The perfect lover had found a way to give her the
kind of pleasure she truly needed, a pleasure that would in no way commit
her, a pleasure which would not be reciprocated. No horrid man would get
anything from her this way. No, there was nothing given, everything taken!
The very hopelessness of her position, and the debasing ravishment of her
nakedly trembling body brought a promise of a new orgasm, a different
orgasm. She sucked in her breath as she felt her insides erupting with
pleasure as though she were a volcano, dormant for too many years, now
suddenly brought to life after sporadic rumblings. The eighteen year old
waitress's tongue flicked out to lick at her parched lips now as the
building pleasure suddenly burst forth and the cry of unfettered joy came
from her throat. Her orgasm flooded in great rocking waves within her and
the cuntal muscles that surrounded the gyrating fake penis rippled crazily
along the artificial surface as her liquid passion seeped outward and her
vaginal lips clasped tightly around its base. It was an indescribable
sensation for the young girl who had thought until now that she knew
everything there was to know about sex. Now she knew that that was far
from the truth. Whole new vistas were opened up to her now that she
understood something about her true relationship to the world, to men, to
life. "I love you, fucking machine!" she gasped. "Oh you lovely, lovely
machine!" Tears of pure bliss fell from her usually mocking eyes. She felt
a sincerity of feeling that touched hitherto hidden recesses of her heart.
Obscenely the young girl wallowed and wriggled about on the bed until at
last the last button was touched, the last panel light gone out. She lay
feeling the beautiful throbbing of her own insides, the low hum of
pleasure that still dwelled in her streaming cunt. Her eyes fluttered open
as Adam Randolph came into the room and stood watching her for a moment.
If only he doesn't spoil it, the girl thought in a moment of panic.
She watched as the scientist reached into the front of his white coat, and
brought out the thick raging shaft of his penis. "Are you going to fuck
me?" she asked, tremulously. "I already have," Adam answered, his mind
miles away. Why did he have to be thinking about Helen at a time like
this? It was absolutely spoiling everything.
"No ... no! It wasn't you! It was the machine!" Susi gasped, for she could
still feel the residue of pleasure that it had given her.
Adam stood uncertainly, holding his nakedly pulsing penis in his hand.
"Can I ask you something?" Susi said at length. "Yes, what?" Adam was
already putting his dully throbbing cock away. It was no use fucking her
now, his heart really wasn't in it.
"Can I come back some time?"
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