Monday, February 13, 2017

The Future of Man

The Eugenics movement that started around 2035 had far reaching and unpredictable impacts not only on society and the relationships between men and women, but on the actual physical and mental characteristics of the species.

The feminist movement had become strong enough that more than 40% of women had embraced lesbianism and the demands for methods of procreation that did not involve a man placing his penis inside a vagina became extreme. Most women still had sex with men but the number was dwindling. Men in general still wanted sex with women; the number of gay men had not increased at the same rate as lesbianism.

As women went more and more to artificial insemination as a means to become pregnant, the demand for high quality sperm also increased. Women were no longer content accepting just any man's sperm. They wanted children that would be smart, healthy, intelligent, beautiful. They demanded the best of the best.

Thus, the Sperm Production Act of 2052 was passed in the worldwide congress and men began to be formally evaluated for the potential quality of their offspring. Strong, healthy men with few defects and a history of good looks were identified and pursued as sperm donors. These men were sought after and the pricing of their sperm skyrocketed. Officially sanctioned as a professional sperm producers, these men could now spend most of their time masturbating, preserving their sperm and selling it.

Rising prices began to threaten the sperm supply. In 2061 the lesbian population had continued to rise and had reached 63%. Even women in traditional relationships were pursuing the best sperm, and purchasing this sperm on the open market. Because of the high demand, the birth rate plunged, threatening industrialized country's lifestyles and economies.

The governments reacted by creating mandatory evaluation of all young men for their sperm production and quality, and drafting of the best men into the ranks of the sperm producers. Sperm price controls were put into place, and the sperm producer men were then impressed into service, similar to a military service for the country.

In this way the Sperm Farms were created. By 2065 several hundred thousand men had been drafted into a two year service as sperm producers. The demand for their sperm reached record levels by 2067, when the number of men in sperm farms was reduced in order to focus on only the highest producers, and term of sperm production service was extended to five years.

At first the sperm farms were very similar to military basis. This quickly changed, and the farms changed into more of a prison system. Too many men had tried to escape duty. Investigations showed that while sperm production involved sexual stimulation and orgasm in order to produce semen, the constant, unrelenting demand for as much sperm as possible was horrifying. Many of the spermies, as the prime sperm producing men were called, could not stand the boredom, the constantly sore genitalia, the aching testicles, the need to day after day produce more and more body fluid.

Attempts were made to make the sperm farms more habitable, including replacing all male guards with female ones. The idea was that female guards would inspire the men sexually, and make the constant sperm production more nature. This idea worked for a while, but eventually fell apart. Even when the Sperm Farm guards, administration, everyone in the facility was replaced by beautiful women, the task of constantly spewing semen day after day, week after week, eventually tore apart most of the spermie's minds.

Thus it was that only slower, dull witted, complacent and compliant men were producing sperm for the sperm supply. Females continued to grow and prosper in intelligence. Men who produced less desirable women were quickly taken out of the Sperm Farms. Those that remained produced stupid men and quick, aggressive women.

By 2137 men and women had been bred into completely different races. The women were taller, smarter, better looking, more adept, better at problem solving and research. The men were smaller, slower, dumber, more compliant.

In the mid 2100s, men had become the submissive race, unable to keep up with women, simply serving them in whatever way was desired. At age 18, every male was evaluated for their potential in various roles. Typical roles were:

  • Houseboy
  • Mechanic
  • Farm laborer
  • Sex worker
  • Sewer worker
  • Food service

Men who were assigned to roles such as these were typically castrated.

The only men that kept their testicles were those found most fit for sperm production and were sent to the Sperm Farms for life.

Thus by the year 2150, a man of age 18 was destined to either be castrated and relegated to common labor, or keep their testicles and spend the rest of their life having orgasm after orgasm, producing as much sperm as they possibly could.

Because of the demands placed on males to produce sperm and the natural selection for men that could produce large amounts of sperm, men's testicles in general increased in size.

Most testicles were twice the size of those of men from 100 years before. Even non-sperm producing men had enlarged, engorged genitals, with larger cocks and especially larger balls.

Of course, after castration, men no longer had testicles, leaving them only with a large cock.

Over the course of time men had developed a permanent erection, much as women had developed permanently enlarged and engorged breasts millennia before. This was the result of the Sperm Farm eugenics effort, which not only encouraged large testicles, but also engorged, large cocks. As men increasingly developed the constantly erect cock, the flaccid cock became a sign of a defective or undesirable man.

Such men were typically executed, and were most certainly never sent to the Sperm Farms, assuring that the next generation of men would never have a flaccid cock. The cocks on all men stood out at all times, never getting soft. Women forgot what a soft penis looked like, except from some history books.

Women increasingly took to seeking men with the largest, most engorged and erect cocks as playthings. The fact all men were castrated made constant sex play with men much simpler and easier. The absence of testicles and scrotum came to be a sign of a mature male, since only young boys had their testicles. And since men never lost their erections, women could use them for sexual gratification as much as they liked and were no longer limited to a single orgasm as they had been in the past. In general, the "New Man" was heralded as a great improvement. Docile because of breeding and castration, rather dull but supremely cooperate, this New Man was exactly what women had wanted for centuries.

The life of males in Sperm Farms was desolate and empty. Inside the concrete bunker facilities were rows upon rows of men, usually somewhere around 100 per room, with up to 100 rooms per facility. Thousands of men, nameless, forgotten, were simply bracketed into place so they couldn't move. A cock milking device was permanently attached to their cock.

Stimulation wires were also embedded in the testicles of the men. This somewhat painful process of providing a low level current into the testicles of sperm producers actually increased sperm production. The fact it also created constant pain was not a concern.

Some women launched humanitarian concerns, trying to raise awareness of conditions inside the Sperm Farms, just as they had raised awareness for chickens raised in cages a century and half before. The movement was not as successful, though. Women didn't really care that much about men, especially not the sperm producers.

Even lesbians liked the way things were. Men had become playthings, like fleshy, realistic dildos. Owning a man as a lesbian plaything because a status symbol. Women had their real relationships, raised children, worked and built lives with their women partners. Men existed in their lives to provide some sexual pleasure they considered a bit kinky, a little risque.

What happened with all the testicles from the millions of castrated men?

They were served for dinner, of course.






Thursday, September 22, 2016

Lesbian Cocktail Party

(I wish I didn't have to say it, but I do. This stuff is fantasy, and some of it can be dangerous. Deadly dangerous. Don't do it. Play safe.)

It was a party.

A cocktail party, of a sort.

Janice had been told by Jenn that they were giving a cocktail party for a few of their friends. Lesbian friends. The ones that had a bit more of a kinky lifestyle.

Jenn dominated Janice. There had been a time when they struggled for the dominant position. Jenn had won when she finally trapped Janice in a warehouse with a shock collar and spent a week slowly breaking her down, training her.  At the end, Janice had not only accepted her position, but realize just how fulfilling it was, how much delight and pleasure she took in serving Jenn.

Sitting on the floor naked, a collar around her neck and a chain leash attached, dipping down then raising up to Jenn's hand, Janice felt at home as Jenn explained that they would host the cocktail party jointly, but that Janice would play a special role.

A rather central role.

In the middle of the living room.

Janice accepted this, and looked up at Jenn from her subservient position adoringly. Jenn leaned down, raised Janice's face up to hers and kissed her gently.  Having a beautiful plaything like Janice was marvelous, and Jenn spent many happy hours tormenting and pleasuring her girl.

"Her Girl."  Jenn liked the ring of that. She possessed Janice. Janice was hers. Hers to do with as she pleased. Hers, like her Camry was hers. Hers, like the TV was hers. Hers to use and manipulate and do as she pleased. Except it was also a person, and that made it even better.

It made playing with Janice even better. Knowing Janice had submitted to her, excepted her ownership and was subservient. Jenn could use and abuse Janice's body in any way she liked. It was one reason she liked to keep Janice chained, or tied, or restrained in some way. As a reminder. A visible or sensory reminder that this one, this person, this girl, was not free. She belonged to Jenn.

So now it was time for her to show off her possession. Jenn was going to share her girl, the fact she had a girl and that this girl was submissive, owned by Jenn.

To show off her body.

To show off her obedience.

To play with her, and to do it in the presence of friends who could also play.

"First of all, I don't want any accidents while you are the center of attention for all our friends," said Jenn. "So, I think an enema is in order."

"What? Jenn, what are you planning that might... I mean, losing bowel control?" Janice looked very worried.

"Yes, dear. And don't call me Jenn. Mistress will do, at least until after the party. I want you to get used to it."

"Yes, mistress..." Janice cooperated when Jenn arranged the enema bag filled with warm water. Jenn was actually being very kind to Janice, using warm water and plenty of lube for when the nozzle slid into her anus.

The water flowed in as Janice squatted on her hands and knees. It felt good at first, but then as more and more of the large enema filled her colon, Janice began to whimper.

"Please, mistress, this hurts. I.. it's giving me cramps. Peristalsis, and... ooowwwwww...."

Jenn placed a kind hand on Janice's lower back, caressing her ass cheeks. "It's all right Janice, this will be over soon. You've almost taken it all... and there. Now. Stand up, don't let a drop out until you get to the toilet, now!"

Janice spent the next 20 minutes on the toilet, making sure she expelled every bit of the water and feces it flushed out.  Finally, she announced she was ready.

It was still a couple of hours until the guests arrived, so Jenn tool Janice down to the basement and placed her in a holding rack. This was a special length of wood, designed to hold Janice's arms and legs apart and keep her immobile. There, Janice waited and listened to Jenn prepare for the party upstairs.

A little while in the restraints was not difficult. Two hours began to get to Janice. Her knees hurt, and she cramped in her shoulders. There was nothing she could do, though, except wait for Jenn.

The guests arrived upstairs, and Janice breathed a sigh of relief. It would not be long now. She had no idea what would happen to her, but the idea of being used publicly by Jenn and their mutual friends rather excited her.

Finally, Jenn came down the stairs and gave Janice a firm swat on her exposed ass.

"Well, Jan, my dear, the girls are all here and some of them are already in a festive, party mood. Time to come upstairs and strut your stuff!"

Jenn unlocked Janice, helping her stretch her cramped legs and stand. "Let's get you properly restrained for display, shall we?"

A length of rope and a ball gag had Janice with her arms immobile behind her and unable to speak, and it was in this condition she was led upstairs. There, 10 or 12 women lounged around, all sipping drinks. Some of them had clothing that was loosely undone, some obviously had been kissing or making out.

"Show our friends what a good slave you are, Janice!"

Janice strutted around, showing off her body. It should have been humiliating, and it would have been for almost any other girl. But Janice was a confirmed lesbian slut. She had a fantastic body and knew it, and she loved to show it off.

She walked around in front of the guests, wriggling and wiggling as they reached out laughing and touched her, running hands over her flesh and even between her legs.

Several of the women refocused on other guests and began to kiss again, hands slipping under clothes and pushing, prying, and unbuttoning to loosen and removed more and more.

Janice had never seen so many girls ready to pleasure each other all at once. She wanted to participate in the party, but her hands were tied, her mouth ball gagged. She was not allowed.

She watched as her girlfriend and mistress pulled up the skirt of a gorgeous woman named Jeanette, fingering her exposed pussy as she kissed the girl.  Jeanette's skimpy dress was pulled down, exposing her breasts, and pulled up, exposing her cunt.

Janice tried to get involved, tried to participate in the deepening orgy of alcohol and sexual pleasure. She walked over to a couple of girls, and tried to hump the leg of the girl on top, spreading her own legs and then rubbing her pussy.

Jenn saw this and immediately intervened. "You are NOT a part of this party. You are a toy, a plaything, something to be observed and have things done to you, not to initiate or pleasure yourself in any way!"

She pulled Janice off and tied her wrists above her head, pulling the rope through a pulley in the middle of the living room. Janice's arms rose above her, wrists pulled up, until her body stretched and elongated and she was standing just on her tip toes. She dangled there, rocking back and forth, unable to do anything except try as best she could to relieve the pressure in her arms and shoulders by pushing down on her toes.

It hurt. "It hurts," she said to Jenn, who had returned to Jeanette. Jeanette had her legs spread as wide as she could get them as Jenn was frantically massaging her cunt, trying to get her to climax.

Her complaint was ignored.

"It hurts!" she said again, just as Jeanette moaned in orgasm.

Janice's shoulders and arms were stretched and cramping, tears came to her eyes, and she was whimpering.

She was able to rotate slightly, and thus observe the other women in the room. Some were shy and not participating, but were observing. But most were in various states of nudity by now and were causally playing with each other's bodies as Janice slowly rotated in the center of the room.

Many of the girls pointed at her, laughed, or stared at Janice's elongated, naked form as they slowly were pleasured to an orgasm by another woman. Her nakedness and pain was becoming an important central focal point for the rest of the sexual activity in the room.

She whimpered more, complaining that she was in real pain. The cramps were awful, running from her arms down her back, and even invading her hips.

In response, Jenn came over with a flogger.

"You make too much noise. I will give you a reason to make noise," she said angrily.

"No, please, Jenn!"

"Mistress!" snapped Jenn. She had Janice kiss the flogger, and thank Jenn for her discipline.

Jenn slid the flogger over Janice's body, letting the small leather straps slide over the curves sensually. Then without warning she pulled back and slapped Janice's ass with the whip, causing her to jerk in pain.

"Come girls, who wants to help Janice reach an orgasm?" she called out. Several girls volunteered, took the flogger and took turns making Janice kiss them, or kiss the flogger before receiving more strokes of the whip.

Each of the girls took their turn whipping the poor unfortunately slave girl as she hung in the center of the room. Janice squealed and writhed as best she could, given she was suspended so only her toes touched the ground.

Finally, Jenn relented and released Janice's arms. She collapsed to the ground, groaning. Her body was pink and striped from the flogger, and she curled up in a little ball, trying to recover from the ordeal.

Around her, the party goers had returned to their play, continuing to drink, get drunk, and stimulate each other's bodies in every way conceivable.

Jenn leaned over to Janice and whispered to her, "Janice, my dear. You have not yet fulfilled your responsibilities. Time to get up and dance for us."

Janice groaned and slowly got to her feet.

Jenn announced to everyone, "Janice is going to dance!"

Janice stood, thinking that she would be asked to do some sort of sensual dance for the lesbian party guests, but instead Jenn reached up and pulled down a noose that she quickly slid over Janice's head and around her neck.

"The noose dance, the oldest of all dances," Jenn proclaimed and pulled up on the rope.

Janice rose to her tip toes once again, this time being pulled by the rope around her neck. The rope was rough and uncomfortable, and the noose was designed to slide closer and tighter as anything pulled on it. So, Janice very quickly learned to stand perfectly still, her head tilted slightly to the side.

The pressure of the rope around her neck was not great but enough to make her cough occasionally, and to keep from moving around. Janice dangled at the end of the rope, surrounded by girls grunting and moaning, slurping and vibrating each other to sexual climax. She simply hung there, unable to even see what was going on any more.

She knew, however, that her pain and predicament was being used as a visual aid, a part of the pleasure of the others. Her naked torment was stimulating the female party guests in their quest for sexual satisfaction.

This was truly humiliating. Her pain was the source of other's pleasure. Her helplessness was getting the party guests off.

After a while Jenn finished with Jeanette, but before moving on she stopped and pulled the rope around Janice's neck tighter. Janice felt her neck actually stretching, her head forced even further to the side. It began to become hard to breathe and a pressure was building up in her head. She tried to beg for mercy, but what came out was a sort of gurgling wheeze. The rope was pushing up on her jaw making it hard to open it and speak.

There was a pop and Janice felt one of the vertebrae in her neck move slightly. Her neck was actually stretching longer. In her mind she began to panic, but there was no way to express the panic. She couldn't move. All her weight was on her neck.

Jenn had moved on to a foursome with three other girls. Each had their head between the legs of another in sort of a circle. Tongues were delving deep into cunts.

It was amazing. Every once in a while they would switch around so that different girls were paired with a different cunt. They continued, and every once in a while one of the girls would shudder, moan, and grab the head of the girl between her legs as she felt a sexual climax take her.

All Janice could do is hear the sounds of pleasure, interspersed with comments about her own predicament. Some of the girls were wondering if she would die. She wondered herself if she might be on the way out.

She felt hands roaming her body, touching anywhere they pleased. Under her arms. In her anus. Between her legs. Inside her.

One woman shoved her fingers into Janice's anus, a painful feeling, and then shoved those fingers into Janice's mouth. She did nothing. There was nothing she could do.

A dildo was inserted into her cunt. She had no idea who did this, it didn't matter. The dildo had a vibrator, they turned it on and even though she was choking, spots coming before her eyes from lack of oxygen, Janice found herself in the throws of an orgasm. Warm pleasure flooded from her hips to her chest, and then her limbs.

Janice moaned. The dildo was not removed. It remained up her cunt, but the rope was pulled tighter. She was on her toes, but most of her weight was on the noose now, and it tightened and cut off the blood to her head.

She understood now why Jenn had insisted on the enema. If she had not been cleaned out, she would have defecated right then.

Her head pounded, eyesight disappearing. She struggled a little, her toes leaving the ground and her legs kicked. The rope tightened so tight there was no breathing, none at all. Blood was cut off and she was losing consciousness.

Her last sensations were of the vibrator shoved deep inside her cunt, and the sound of two women grunting and crying out in an orgasm.

Everything went black and she was gone.

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Jenn and Janice lay together in bed, holding each other close.

It had been a week, and Janice's neck had mostly healed from the rope burns and abrasions from having been hung.

Jenn gently caressed her girlfriend, lovingly caring for her.

"I thought I was dead," Janice said.

"You came close," responded Jenn. "It was amazing to watch."

Janice thought for a while. Finally she said, "I think it was a little too much."

Jenn nodded. "Perhaps. But then, that is for me to decide."

Janice snuggled closer. "Yes, Mistress. That is for you to decide."

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Power Exchange

"Kelley, we really need those inventory reports completed by end of day. Please get on it right away, and don't get distracted."

Kelley looked unhappy, but held her tongue. There was no way she would get the reports done by five, so she was going to have to stay late on a Friday night. Yet another evening ruined working for Lance.

Lance was a tough boss. He felt the best way to lead his accounting group and foster success was to drive them mercilessly, being the most productive group in the company. His reputation was growing, and a promotion was likely, but his staff didn't like him at all.

Most of his staff were women, for some inexplicable reason. Fairly good looking women. Kelley was a beautiful, sensual redhead with a slim body and feminine look. Her pale skin and green tinted eyes contrasted and complimented her hair. She dressed well and every guy in the division wondered how they might get inside her.

Lance was a tall rough looking guy, who looked like he might be more at home hiking in the Alaskan wilderness. Very fit and handsome, some of the girls had expressed interest in him. He had dated a few, fucked a few, but the relationships never seemed to last. Sometimes the girl realized what an asshole he was, sometimes he dropped the girl because he got bored with the same pussy all the time.

His latest fling had been with a sexy young junior accountant named Heather. A petite brunette, Heather liked to dress attractively at the office and had tried to use her youth and sensuality to get ahead in Lance's department. He had fucked her a few times at the office without ever taking her out for dinner or drinks. She was really good at seducing him, sucking the sperm out of him, and all sorts of sexual techniques, and wasn't afraid to use them. Lance had used her for a few weeks, then broken up with her.

Evening came, the reports were being finished up. Kelley had skipped lunch and break, and it looked like she would get them done by 6:30.

Lance was still in his office when she brought them by.

"There they are, sir. I double checked them, and there are no discrepancies."

Lance flipped through them quickly, tossed them in a pile on his desk with a smirk and said, "Thanks, Kelley. They look OK. I'll read them sometime next week."

Fuming inside, Kelley left.

Lance left a half hour later. The parking lot was dark with pools of light from the light posts. His BMW was parked under a tree, in a dark area. He beeped it open 20 feet away, the lights flashing to indicate the doors unlocked. He got into the drivers seat and threw his coat on the passenger side seat.

Just as he was going to start his car someone slipped a heavy canvas bag over his head and pulled the drawstring tight. He could see nothing, and he clawed at the bag trying to get it off.

"Hey! What? HEY! AHH!"

Pulled from the car, he was thrown to the ground by rough hands, his arms twisted forcefully behind his back, and handcuffed. There were two of them, and they spoke while they subdued him.

"Get him on his stomach."

"That wrist, yes. Get it closed."

"Bastard. Sit on his head."

The voices were women's.

Still struggling he was thrown into the back seat of a car and rolled onto the floor, his ankles were quickly roped together and a blanket thrown over him. The car doors slammed shut. Moment's later the car started and they sped off.

Completely blinded, Lance protested, demanding to know what was happening. He was ignored. With the hood over his head he could not tell where they were going or who had kidnapped him. He couldn't move because his wrists and ankles were secured, and he was wedged on the back seat floor.

After a half hour of driving, the car stopped and the back door opened. The blanket was pulled off of him and hands grabbed him and pulled him from the car.

"Ugh. He's wet himself. What a pussy." The voice was definitely female. And familiar.

"Please... don't hurt me. I have money. I can raise ransom-- aaaahhH!!!"

Someone grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard. "Shutup."

"We should have gagged him," answered the other voice.

"Yeah, well my hands were full. It's done now, he can scream all he likes. No one will hear him."

The voices were... so familiar.

They dragged him inside a place, down some stairs. It was a basement of some sort, the sounds echoed and gave the impression of being in an empty underground place. Suddenly his shirt was ripped off of him. His pants were removed. He was forced to kneel.

"Please, whatever you want, you can have it. There is no need for rough treatment!" begged Lance.

The hood was removed and Lance looked wildly around the dimly lit space. It was an unfinished basement area, with concrete, raw brick and partially completed walls. Before him stood two women.

Kelley and Heather, from the office.

"Kelley! What... why are you doing this? You could get into serious trouble--"

Lance's protestations were interrupted when Kelley slapped him. She grabbed him and slapped him several times, each time harder than the next. The force of the blows and stinging pain sent Lance into shock. He was dazed, unable to defend himself because his wrists were still cuffed behind him and his ankles roped together.

Lance was shoved to the ground. He grunted as he hit the concrete floor, and Heather sat on his back, holding him down. He felt something sharp-- scissors, cutting his underpants off. He was naked.

"Oh god, Heather... what are you doing? What are you going to do with me, you can't do this, you will get into so much--"

"Shutup," Heather said, grabbing and squeezing Lance's balls. He yelped.

Heather rose and moments later his ankles were being spread apart, tied to metal rings embedded in the floor of this cold, hard basement. Lance struggled, but it was no use. His legs were held apart, exposing his genitals.

"He is a bit light between his legs, isn't he," said Kelley.

"He's a pussy. Overcompensating at work for complete sexual inadequacy," barked Heather.

Lance flushed. He was sensitive about his cock, and having these girls make fun of him when he couldn't cover himself was humiliating.

A rope was tied around Lance's wrists and he was slowly hoisted off the floor and up into the air.

"Holy... holy shit..." he panted. The pain of being lifted up by his wrists was a little surprising. When he was partway up, Kelley went between his legs, tied a cord around Lance's ball sack, and tied the other end of the cord to a ring in the floor.

"Oh god... oh god.." Lance was panting, terrified.  The rope on his wrists was pulled higher, tighter, and as he rose the cord around his balls pulled, dragging them down. It hurt.

"Oh god... this hurts, this really hurts, you are going to damage my balls, oh... ffuucckkk..."

Lance was in pain, stretched from his wrists to his distended ball sack.

It didn't stop there.

"I get to to whip him, first," said Kelley.  Lance suddenly darted a glance to the side and saw that Kelley had a six foot leather single tail whip in her hand. She was dressed in a sexy leather or vinyl dress that made his cock hard. She looked so much sexier than in the office, and in spite of the pain in his balls, he was turned on.

Kelley saw his hard-on sticking out and smirked. "Let's see if you are still hard after a few strokes of this," she snarled.

The whip whistled through the air and suddenly snapped around Lance's body. Lance screamed from the pain.

"Ooooo I like the sound of that. Scream for me, Lance!" Kelley swung the whip again, as hard as she could. The leather snapped at the last moment, wrapping around Lance's abdomen and back. He jerked his body and the pain ripped through him. He had never realized that a whip could slice, cut the flesh just like a knife, except a rusty dull knife that hurt worse.

Even though Kelley continued whipping Lance, his cock remained hard. She refocused her efforts, whipping his hips, and finally striking his cock directly. Lance continued to moan, struggle and scream. Each struggle pulled and yanked on his tied balls, but he couldn't help it. And in spite of the direct strikes to his cock, it remained hard.

Kelley was sweating from exertion. Whipping Lance took some effort. She remove the dress she was wearing, both to taunt Lance and to get a little cooler from her exertions. She continued working on Lance's flesh, whipping, flaying, shredding him.

"I think he needs a different kind of punishment," Heather said, finally stepping in.

Heather had a TENS device. An electric current generator, capable of sending brief or longer periods of varying voltage through it's connections.

"Oh... oh, no... please, please Heather, whatever I have done it isn't--" Heather cut Lance off with a kick to the balls. Lance yelled and wriggled in his bondage, unable to get away from her foot when it collided with his soft, sensitive pain globes.

Heather slowly, methodically hooked Lance up to the device. She knew how to use it, too. Contacts, smeared with a conductive jelly were placed on his chest, over his nipples. She then attached two other contacts to his testicles. She turned the device on.

With a small push of a button, Lance suddenly jerked, grunting and crying out, "oh, fuck!"

It had been a short shock, only a second or so. "Let's try upping the voltage on this a bit, shall we?"

She turned a dial, the numbers rising on the display, and hit the button again. This time Lance's body tensed and then twisted around, his voice gurgling a bit, not screaming. The scream didn't come until after the shock ended, when he yelled and swore. Heather hit the button again and Lance jerked and writhed in place, the electricity surging through his flesh, making his muscles tighten.

Heather tried different spots, moving some electrodes around, and different levels of shock, experimenting to see how Lance would react.  She loved seeing his eyes when the pain hit him. They would go wide, and at one point seemed to roll up into his head as his entire body shook.

Finally, one long, hard electric jolt made Lance shake and gurgle and moan and scream, and then he urinated on the concrete floor. He lost bladder control, unable to control his body as the painful shock surged through his testicles, nipples, and cock.

"Dammit, Heather, he's making a mess." Kelley didn't want to clean up after Heather's activity. "I think he's had enough. I'm tired, let's cage him and go to bed."

The girls released Lance's arms, lowering him to the floor. He winced and curled up once released from suspension, but the girls did not let him rest there. They untied his ankles and dragged him over to a cage, shoving him inside. They locked him in and left him there for the night.

He lay in the cage panting, watching as Heather and Kelley headed for the stairs. "Don't leave me here!" He called, begging.

The women ignored him. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Kelley turned to Heather, and said, "This has gotten me really horny."

Kelley and Heather then embraced, kissing each other deeply, their hands roaming each other's body. Lance watched them helplessly as they enjoyed each other's sex for a moment before they hurried up the stairs to their shared lover's bed, leaving Lance in his tight, tiny cage for the night.

Saturday, the next day. Lance had spent the night in the cramped cage, unable to move. He had peed himself during the night, and the place stunk. He was trapped, a slave to the two women who were using and abusing him in any way they pleased.

Heather came down to the basement first, and approached the cage, waving her nose.

"Whew you stink. What a disgusting perverted pathetic man you are. I think you need to be punished for making such a mess of your cage."

Lance cowered, unable to get away from the hostile woman that was hovering over him.

"Please, no, please... don't do this, Heather!"

Heather did not pay attention to his begging, but instead pulled out a small, foot long wand with a double metal prong at the end. It was a small cattle prod, and delivered a strong and painful shock. Lance jerked when Heather touched him with it. He tried to move out of the way, but couldn't. The device came through the bars and snapped each time it touched him. He screamed, and wriggled, but there was no room. He was completely exposed.

"Please no, please, please AAAHHHH!" Lance shouted and yelped each time the prod touched him.  Heather played with him, sticking the prod through the bars on one side, then the other, then in front. Each time she zapped a different part of his body, until tears streamed down Lance's face.

Finally, she climbed on top of the cage, spread her legs, and taunted Lance with her pussy.

"Do you like what you see, slave boy? Would you like to have some of this? Taste me? Hmmm?"

Her cunt was just a foot above Lance's face, spread wide, glistening wet. Lance's cock was hard as she saw her genitals hovering over him, and he couldn't resist. He moved up, trying to get his face up to Heather's beautiful pussy.

"Make me cum, slave boy, and I might let you out of there. Do a good job, slime bag, lick me good!"

Lance extended his tongue as far as it would go and just barely reached Heather's folds of wet flesh. He began licking, moving and pressing his face against the bars, and finally his tongue found Heather's clit. He flicked it, and she moaned.

"That's it, slave boy. Make me feel good. Make me cum."

Lance was doing his best, and just when she started moving her hips and letting him really get his tongue inside her, she reached down with the prod and zapped him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA!" he shouted, the pain in his shoulder sudden distracting him.

"Keep going, asshole. Keep pleasuring me if you ever expect to get out of there!"

He moved up again and pressed his tongue against her pussy, licking and flicking, doing the absolute best he could. She zapped him again, and he jerked away from the prod, but immediately came back to keep licking. Every few seconds Heather zapped Lance, but demanded that he keep licking her cunt.

Finally Heather told Lance to stop.

"I haven't cum, slimebag, you have failed. I might give you a chance with Kelley in a little while, but for now you stay in the cage. But you know... since you like laying in urine I might just help you out a bit."

Heather spread her legs wide and leaned over to aim and then let loose with a spray of urine. It went all over Lance, covering his up turned face, shoulders, and body.

"Drink it, slave boy, open your mouth!" Heather demanded, and Lance did as he was told. He opened wide as the splatter from her urine filled his mouth.

Heather finished, slid off the cage and left Lance covered in her urine. The basement stunk even worse now. He huddled in the tiny container, wondering what was to become of him.

When Kelley came down, he was to learn what was in store. More humiliation and frustration.

Kelley released Lance from the cage, unlocking the padlock and dragging him out onto the floor. Heather came down and helped drag him to a table where they laid him on his back. His wrists were stretched out and tied to the upper corners of the bed, arms raised above his head. His ankles were then cuffed and tied to ropes that stretched up, lifting his legs wide apart and up into the air.

Lance felt incredibly exposed, vulnerable, threatened, helpless. In fact, he was all of these things.

Lance was gagged. A heavy leather gag that prevented most sound or speech, other than grunting and perhaps sobs. Then Kelley started in on him.

Slowly, gently, she teased his cock. Sliding her hand up and down his shaft, it became hard, rock hard. It felt good, very good, and he could feel his cum gathering inside. Kelley's touch remained light, though, and grew even lighter. Lance instinctively thrust his hips, trying to rub against her fingers, to obtain more stimulation. Kelley didn't allow it, just providing the minimum stimulation to keep him erect and wanting more.

It was agony, an agony of pleasure, to have his cock gently stroked, but never enough to bring him to orgasm. He gurgled and groaned behind the gag. He watched Kelley, observing just how sexy she was, especially when she was out of her office clothes. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. He begged from behind the gag, asking to be allowed to cum.

When he finally did emit some semen, it was a very small amount. He had one contraction, the beginning of an orgasm, but Kelley had removed her hand and his cock just bounced a little, the orgasm stopping, never reaching fullness. White liquid seeped from the end of his cock, and Kelley used her finger to spread it over his cock slowly, smearing it around.

That caused him to thrust up even harder, to strain and push for an orgasm, trying as hard as he could. When it appeared he might actually begin contractions again, Kelley stopped, let go of his cock and slapped his balls, hard. She slapped his cock, the impact stinging badly, then hit his balls again.

Lance groaned behind the gag, knowing that she would never let him cum; but she didn't stop. For a full hour she stimulated his cock, laughing when he got close to cumming with a bit of sticky fluid oozing out. She would stop then, slap his balls again, hit him, make him cry out in muffled pain, and then slowly, ever so slowly, begin again.

She sat on his face, grinding into him. Lance tasted Kelley's cunt, the juices flowing freely, feeling the softness of her pussy flesh as she ground on top of his nose and face. This just increased his desire, but it was not fulfilled.

Finally, it ended. Lance had released some semen, but not in an orgasm, just in a slow seeping flow over the course of a couple of hours. He was crying in frustration, unable to give words intelligibly because of the gag.

They left him there, tied up in that cold basement. The two girls went out to lunch, but didn't feed Lance. He simply lay there, tied and waiting for them, wondering what these two bitches from the office had in store for him. Their revenge was running deep and they were most certainly not done.

Saturday evening. Heather came down and untied Lance, but not before attaching a restraint device to his genitals. A heavy ring surrounded both cock and balls, tied with a rope that Heather used to drag Lance around with.

She jerked the rope, yanking it this way and that to guide Lance until she had him in position in the middle of the floor. There she took out a flogger and proceeded to whip Lance's ass. He grunted. He had long since stopped threatening the office workers, and had resorted to begging. Now, his begging slowly stopped, for it was obvious the women didn't care. In fact, his begging appeared to excite them, and even made the beatings and pain worse.

After about 20 strokes with the flogger, Heather took the handle and rammed it up his ass. This hurt, really badly and he cried out.

"Please... Heather... I will do whatever you want. You want different work, I can arrange it. I can give... aaaahhhHH!!!!" the handle was rammed deeper into his ass.

"You can have a raise! A promotion! How would you like to be office manager?"

"What about me, dickwad? Forget about me?" Kelley came over with a riding crop. "I don't want your stupid promotion. Trot for me. Move!"

She sat on Lance's back and began whipping it with the riding crop. It stung, badly, but each sting got worse and worse with repeated strokes.

Lance began to walk on all fours, crawling along with Kelley on his back as she whipped his ass to encourage him on. He had never felt so humiliated in his life.

Heather just watched as Kelley rode and tortured Lance's ass. She was enjoying the show tremendously.

"Hit his balls. Hit them with the crop!" Heather urged.

The flogger was still in his ass hanging down like a tail, the handle distending, stretching his anus, and the leather tailings actually helped protect his balls from the beating that Kelley aimed their way. Still, some of the strokes hit home and the sudden pain rippled and surged through his hips and stomach.

"Oh, god, please.. Kelley... I am sorry for whatever I've done and I will make it up to you!"

"Yep, you sure will," said Kelley. "Say, would you like to fuck? I bet you've thought about fucking me many times, eh? When we were in the office? I've seen how you looked at me."

Lance flushed. She was right, he had thought about fucking her, and Heather as well. They were both very attractive women and he liked to think about using and abusing them in his fantasies. He wondered what she meant when she talked about fucking him now. Maybe... just maybe, Kelley would let him inside?

No such luck. He rolled over on his back, and had his feet tied spread wide apart again, lifted up so his genitals and ass were very accessible. Kelley put on a massive strapon dildo, and maneuvered between Lance's opened legs.

"Let's fuck, shall we?" She said as she pushed the huge artificial member against his anus. His ass was burning from the whippings, his anus already spread and stretched from the flogger handle, but this dildo was huge and stretched him so wide he screamed.

Kelley didn't stop. She just kept pushing harder, and harder. "Do you like my cock? Take my cock baby, take it deep. I'm a gonna pound you, babe. Cum for me now, babe..."

She was using words, phrases that Lance used when he fucked one of his one night stands. Except she was fucking him. Pushing the dildo deep inside his rectum and up into his bowels. He felt like he was going to split, and screamed again.

Then she started pushing it in and out, reaming him.

She continued fucking his ass for a half hour.

"Come on baby, god you are so hot, take me in deep, take my cock," Kelley kept teasing Lance with his own words. "Oh, baby, I am going to cum, I'm... oh, not yet... let me thrust a little more. Am I getting your G-spot, babe?"

Lance was convinced his ass was bloody from the stretched beating it was getting.

Finally Kelley stopped. She pulled out  the dildo and simply walked away. She and Heather left. Just before they left, Kelley called out, "That was sooo good babe, I will call you, OK?" She was using the same words he used with his conquests.

Lance lay there, wondering if he could get free, get away from these crazy, revenge filled bitches. But he couldn't. He was trapped, locked, tied, and someplace far out in the country where no one would hear him.

Laying on the floor of the concrete basement, tied, chained, gagged, Lance recovered from being whipped, flogged, and having his balls beaten. His entire body hurt, and he had been humiliated by the two office workers, the women who worked for him.

That night Lance was fed from a dog dish. He was collared and restrained, but allowed on hands and knees to each dog food from a can. It tasted terrible but Lance was so hungry he ate it. The two women watching him as she ate and laughed.

"You really are a doggy, aren't you boy. Eat up, it's all you are getting."

When he had finished the canned dog food and drunk from a bowl of water, he was dragged into the living room and made to do tricks.

"Sit up boy, front legs up, and beg. Whine for my boy!" Kelley was demanding he beg and whine like a dog. Lance did as he was told. The two women had broken his spirit, and he just wanted nothing bad to happen to him now.

"Roll over, boy. Roll over!" Lance rolled over onto his back for Heather.

After an evening of humiliation Heather and Kelley dragged their boss downstairs, back into the basement. There, Heather tied him in a very special way, wrists behind his back, and then tied to his balls. She pulled it tight, his wrists tied close to his ball sack, so that he had no comfortable position he could be in. If he relaxed his back, his wrists pulled on his testicles, tightening and pulling them behind him. If he arched his back, his wrists got closer to his ball sack and relieved the pressure, but his back quickly tired and he had to relax it again, yanking on his balls.

He spent the night this way, never able to find a good position, not being able to sleep. His balls ached. His back ached. He hurt, all alone in the cold basement, naked and afraid of the two crazy women that had kidnapped him.

The next morning, Sunday, he Kelley came down and observed his painful predicament. Simply watching and enjoying his exhausted struggles turned her on and she began to masturbate in front of Lance.

"Hey, Lance. You need to service me here."

Kelley untied Lance and told him to come over and eat her cunt until she came. Lance tried, tonguing and suckling Kelley's sweet pussy, but he wasn't very good and she became angry.

Heather appeared and began whipping Lance's back, demanding he work harder to get Kelley off.  Lance desperately tried, moving his lips, his tongue, everything he could. Finally he was gratified to feel Kelley jerk her hips and moan as she smashed his face into her cunt. She had a loud, long orgasm, and then collapsed.

It was Heather's turn, and Kelley took the whip to slice and mangle Lance's back. She whipped him mercilessly until Heather grunted, moaned and screamed her way to an orgasm.

When it was over, Lance's back was a mass of red welts from the whippings over the weekend.

He lay on the floor of the basement, moaning.

Heather and Kelley came into the basement and put the hood over Lance's head. They walked him out of the house and into the car, shoving his naked body into the back seat.

After driving some time, they stopped and pulled Lance out. They shoved his naked body out onto the grass on the side of the road and drove off.

Lance reached up and took off his hood. He was on his own front lawn. The women had returned him to his house.  He looked up and down the street and dashed into his house, getting out of the street.

Monday morning rolled around and Lance returned to work, sore from the weekend's beatings and abuse.

He walked by Kelley's desk. He dropped a stack of folders on her desk. "The inventory reports need to be redone. New data. On my desk by 3:00PM."

"Yes... sir..." Kelley sighed.

Heather caught Lance in the hallway.

"So, Lance, you have a nice weekend?"

Lance smiled at Heather. "Yes, yes I did Heather, thank you for asking. Oh, and would you get me some coffee?"

Heather leaned up against Lance. "Keep it up, Lance. I have a new toy for this Saturday, and Janice said she would join us. Payback is sweet."

Lance leaned back from the dominant pose Heather had taken. "I look forward to it Heather. Now, that coffee?"

Monday, March 7, 2016

The Milgram Experiment

Erica saw the advertisement in the school newspaper and read it carefully.

In some ways it seemed a little too good to be true. Some psych professor was trying to get people to come participate in a study on learning and memory. For a couple hours of time, the participants would be paid $100.

Not bad pay for a couple of hours.

Erica filled out the form and emailed it. She got a response the next day asking if she could come in that evening. The study was being conducted in the basement of the Humanities building, a place normally off limits to students.

Intrigued, Erica headed over at 6PM to the blank steel door that led to the Humanities basement. As instructed, she knocked, and after a moment the door was opened by a tall woman wearing a white lab coat, her hair pulled back into a pony tail.

"Come in Erica. My name is Dr. Cozby, I am running this experiment and will be guiding you through it."

Dr. Cozby looked Erica up and down approvingly. "My goodness, you are a cute young girl, just what we need. I say that because part of this experiment is to evaluate various social factors and their impact on learning and memory, and one of the primary social factors is psycho-sexual interaction. In this phase of the experiment, we are studying various reinforcement techniques and how they interact with social-sexual distractions and interactions."

Dr. Cozby motioned for Erica to follow her down a flight of concrete stairs into the basement, where they entered a small concrete room about 15 feet square. There was a heavy wooden chair bolted to the floor in the middle a desk and chair to the side of the room, and a table with some electronic equipment placed in front of the heavy chair.

A handsome young man was standing in the room looking nervous, and waiting.

"This is Jack. Jack also answered the ad and is going to be participating in the experiment."

Erica shook hands with Jack, feeling a little awkward. Jack was obviously more nervous and they both wondered what was going on.

"This experiment is designed to evaluate and gather information on the interaction of sexual response and punishment on learning. One of you will be the learner, one of you will be the teacher. The teacher will provide the sexual stimulation as well as the punishment to the learner. Now, we flip a coin to randomly select the roles."

"Heads the learner is Jack here, and tails it is Erica." Dr. Cozby flipped a quarter, watching it turned in the air and then land on her hand, which she flipped over onto the back of her left hand and showed heads.

"Well, then, Jack, I guess you are the learner. Now, to assure the conditions of the experiment are controlled and predictable, you will be strapped into this chair." Dr. Cozby indicated the heavy wooden chair bolted to the floor. "Let's get started, please remove your clothes and sit in the chair."

 "Wait, what? Nobody said anything about being naked!" Jack protested. As beautiful as Erica and Dr. Cozby were, he didn't want to be naked in the room while they were clothed.

"I'm afraid it is required for the experiment," Dr. Cozby said sternly. "We can't very well stimulate you sexually if you are clothed. Now, take them off."

Jack slowly removed his clothes, stopping at his underwear. Erica watched with some amusement. Jack was a cute guy and it was fun seeing him strip in front of two women. When he removed his pants it was clear his cock was hard and sticking straight up. Jack was blushing, knowing they were observing him and his erection.

"Remove the underwear, as well." Dr. Cozby demanded.

Jack removed his underpants and stood, completely naked before the two beautiful women. He tried to hide his erection with his hands, but it was hopeless.

"Sit in the chair," Dr. Cozby said, and when Jack sat she began strapping him in place.

"Wait, is this necessary? I don't understand, why am I being strapped down?"

"Oh, we need to make sure the stimulus response mechanisms are strictly controlled, and need you to remain still the entire time. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Jack was strapped with his legs, waist, and arms firmly held in place. The straps held his legs apart so his erection was easily seen. The exposure of his genitals to the women, strangers up until that moment, was obviously very arousing for him and his cock was rock hard.

Dr. Cozby took a small tube of some slimy substances and smeared it onto Jack's scrotum. Once again, Jack protested, but this time Dr. Cozby ignored him. He was strapped down and there was nothing he could do to resist so she simply went through the preparation, smearing the gel on his genitals, as well as several other locations on his body. She then placed several electrodes to each of the places where she had lubed him with the gel.

When Dr. Cozby rubbed the gel onto Jack's genitals he got even harder and his cock pulsed. Dr. Cozby took out a ruler and measured the length of his erect cock. Erica observed and laughed; Jack flushed red in embarrassment once again.

Finally Jack was wired up and ready to go. Erica sat at the table with the equipment.

"Here is the experimental procedure, which will be strictly followed. There are 50 sequences of numbers that Erica will read. After reading a sequence of numbers, Jack, you are to repeat the sequence exactly. If you repeat the sequence correctly, you are rewarded by having Erica here give you a few strokes on your cock. The further you go, the more strokes. She will also remove one article of clothing for each item you get correct."

It was Erica's turn to protest. "Hey, wait. I didn't agree to get naked. That is his role."

Dr. Cozby once again simply stated the rules of the experimental procedure, and that if Jack repeated a number sequence correctly, Erica had to remove one article of clothing.

"But, if you don't get the number sequence correctly, you are punished instead of rewarded. Instead of sexual stimulation, you will receive a shock to the genitals. This shock will slowly become more powerful as you miss more of the test items."

And so they began. The first number sequence was easy. Erica took the sheet of number sequences and began reading them.

"1, 2" read Erica.

"1, 2" said Jack.

Erica removed a shoe and then leaned over and took Jack's hard cock in hand, giving it a few strokes.

"3, 9, 1" read Erica.

"3, 9, 1" said Jack.

Erica removed her other shoe and stroked Jack's cock a few more times.

"7, 1, 8, 2" read Erica.

"7, 1, 8, 2" said Jack.

Erica removed one sock and stroked Jack's cock.

"This is a pretty good experiment, I like this," grinned Jack. If this kept going, he might end up spurting his cum out in front of Erica and Dr. Cozby.

"9, 12, 3, 0, 1" read Erica.

"9, 12, 3, 0, 1" said Jack.

Erica removed her other sock, and looked at Dr. Cozby. If this experiment kept going this way, she was going to be sitting naked in the chair next to Jack in no time.

"Keep going," said Dr. Cozby.

"31, 9, 10, 32, 3, 99" read Erica.

Jack paused for a moment, then answered, "31, 9, 10, 32, 3, 99"

Erica, lips pursed unhappily, pulled her top over her head and off, revealing two large and well formed breasts held up by a bra. She stroked Jack's cock, and he closed his eyes and moaned a bit with pleasure.

"9, 2, 0, 22, 1, 42, 99" read Erica.

"9, 2, 0, 2, 1, 42, 99" said Jack.

He got it wrong. Erica pushed the first switch to activate the electric shock. Jack jumped at the unexpected jolt to his balls and said, "ouch."

"73, 6, 38, 61, 8, 2, 74, 90" read Erica.

Jack was listening carefully now, after he had his first taste of the punishment for an incorrect answer. "73, 6, 38, 61, 8, 2, 74, 90"

Pouting, Erica stood and slid off her pants. She was now wearing nothing but her bra and panties. She leaned over and stroked Jack's cock several times, as he leaned his head back and tried to thrust his hips out to meet her hand job.

"36, 59, 28, 3876, 2, 48, 7, 12" read Erica.

Jack paused. There were too many numbers.

"36, 59, 8, 3876, 2, 7, 12" he said.

Erica sighed with relief and pushed the next shock switch. This time Jack jumped hard in his chair and gave a yelp. "Owww! Shit, that hurt!"

His cock was still rock hard, though.

Erica read the next sequence.

"8, 391, 55, 970, 620, 2, 9, 3 474, 0"

Jack looked at Erica with a concerned look.

"There's no way I ca---"

Jack screamed with the next shock delivered by Erica and wriggled around in the chair, straining against the straps. Erica looked smugly at Jack. She had the feeling she wasn't going to be taking off any more clothes, and Jack's hand jobs were done with. She certainly hoped so.

"7, 3, 9, 2, 745, 0, 23, 94, frog, 284, 99, 1, 8, 59" said Erica.

Jack looked at her with a panicked expression. "Frog? What's that? That's not a number--"

Erica flipped the next switch. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" screamed Jack, breaking out in a sweat and jerking at the straps. Jack's cock was still hard.

Dr. Cozby took out the ruler and measured Jack's cock again. "Please proceed," she ordered Erica.

"No! Please, I can't deal with it, don't make me!" Jack begged. Erica sat in front of him, partially clothed, watching his naked form struggle against the straps. She looked at Dr. Cozby.

"Please proceed. It is required." Dr. Cozby was firm.

Erica read the next sequence. "17, 31, 44, 223, 75, 10, whale, 94, 88, 284, 354653, 1, 25, 9, 904"

Jack began to cry, knowing there was no way he could remember the sequence.

Jack then screamed, his body shaking in convulsions as Erica administered the next level of shocks.

Erica watched as Jack's cock became harder and throbbed after the last round of electric shock. She was actually enjoying watching his balls slowly fried, and being the one doing it. She'd always dreamed of torturing a man, but never thought it would be possible. Here she was, part of a psych experiment, torturing the hell out of some random cute guy.

She especially got off on his begging.

"Um. Dr. Cozby. Could I... say... tease him a bit? Like, humiliate him a bit as part of the punishment?"

"That's a fantastic idea, Erica. I'd love to see what you have in mind," said the professor.

Erica read the next series of numbers, a random assortment so long no one could ever have remembered them. When Jack simply begged for mercy, Erica undid her bra, exposing her breasts, and then moved them over so they were on his face.

"Suck my nipples, slave," she said. Jack, tears streaming down his face, started sucking Erica's naked breast.

"Not good enough!" Erica barked, and flipped the next switch. Jack wasn't able to scream this time, the shock was so severe his entire body convulsed and all that was heard was a choking, gurgling sound.

When the shock stopped, Jack sagged in the chair, panting, bathed in sweat.

Straddling Jack's lap, Erica slid her panty covered pussy over his distended, turgid cock.  As she rubbed his cock with her pussy, she read the next sequence of numbers. It was just a formality now, something that had to be done before the next mind-numbingly painful shock was administered.

This time when the shock was administered, Jack lost bladder control and peed onto the chair. The smell was pungent.

"Disgusting," Dr. Cozby said. "He has two more levels to go, don't bother reading the number sequence, he won't get them anyway. Just give him the shocks."

So Erica did. She flipped a switch and watched Jack try to scream, his eyes bulging along with his hardened cock. Her hand slipped under her panties, rubbing her clit as she watched the young male student writhe in agony on the electric chair.

Dr. Cozby continued to watch the two young students, satisfied with the way the experiment was going.

"Implement the last shock level," she instructed Erica.

Erica was rubbing her cunt frantically as she flipped the last switch. Every muscle in Jack's body jerked and strained under the shock, foam gathered around his lips and his hardened cock spewed white liquid out, bouncing and jerking under the shock induced contractions.

At the same time, Erica exploded in an orgasm, her legs wide apart as she fingered her clit wildly, watching the poor tortured man convulsing, smoke curling up from the electrical contacts, vomit drooling from his mouth, cum draining from his cock.

When it was over, Erica sat on the office chair, legs splayed wide apart, collapsed and panting.

"Wow. That was intense."

"Yes, that was certainly a good one. I like how you performed. Would you like to do another one?"

"Another?" Erica was still looking at Jack's still form. His eyes stared unblinking at the ceiling.

"Yes, There is another volunteer coming by in 20 minutes, would you like to repeat the experiment with him?"

Erica frowned. "I don't think I would want to take the chance that I might be the learner and not the teacher," she said.

"Oh, no worries. That part of the experiment is rigged. The learner is always the male, the teacher always the female."

Erica slowly smiled.

"In that case, yes. Yes I think I might like to do this again..."