“This could be life changing – if we can refine our process and share it with the rest of the world, we’re going to finally make a difference for the better! ” Isaac exclaimed, looking across the dimly lit section of the shared lab space he had been quarantined to during his time working with Clara.
“I suppose we’ll need 24-hour surveillance by either you or me to ensure fertilization isn’t interrupted. Our specimens are too valuable to be trusted with anybody else.” Clara spoke with a matter-of-fact, confident tone, making what would normally seem like a command sound like a polite request. That’s what had first struck Isaac upon meeting with his supervisor: the young researcher had a spark of playful curiosity, the embers of an adventurous flame sizzling behind her eyes, yet she always spoke with an air of calming authority that compelled her listeners to immediately listen. Perhaps that’s why she had been so successful in their field where so many others had failed. The details of her rise to the top of the Institute’s hierarchy were discussed with uncertainty amongst the research assistants, yet It was undeniable that she had a multitude of accomplishments lining her career even at her young age of 27. In fact, Isaac had been in awe of her from the moment he set eyes on her – the determined, furrowed brow as she worked tirelessly in the lab, the satisfied smile whenever she overcame a problem, even the way she elegantly brandished her lab coat before setting it upon her shoulders. Clara was a woman to be envied. Yet it wasn’t jealousy, nor loathing that coated her colleagues’ hearts, but rather admiration. While she always demanded respect, Isaac and the rest of the team were more than happy to give it to her (along with the odd bouquet of flowers here and there procured by a daring member of their ranks who saw himself as a suitor). Even in his short, three-week stay at the Institute, Isaac had seen how quickly this admiration had transformed into adoration by so many of his male co-workers. The next bold attempt to win over her heart was often the talk of the town during lunch breaks, yet nobody seemed to have solved the formula for her love just quite yet. It was bemusing, to be sure, to see these promising minds foolishly chase after Clara like she was some sort of long-forgotten ancient artifact of supernatural origins, but Isaac understood his role at the Institute: to observe, to learn, and to grow under Clara’s supervision. And over the course of the last three weeks, that’s exactly what he had done. Their relationship had rapidly outgrown pure professionalism and had branched into what Isaac would call a “work in progress friendship.” They enjoyed their fair share of chuckles, exchanged short rounds of banter on their way to the parking lot, but the majority of their relationship consisted of the research.
“I can go ahead and take the first shift, if you like. God knows sleeping here would be far more comfortable than sleeping back at the campus with my four roommates. I honestly wouldn’t mind the privacy.” Isaac extended the offer part out of genuine investment in their stem cell experiment, part out of a desire to see how she might react to his taking point on what had up until now been a unified venture.
“What kind of supervisor would I look like, leaving my poor, overworked, hardworking lab hand alone all night?” Her response completely took him by surprise. It could have been a slightly misplaced attempt at humour, but there was no denying the unmistakable flirtatious undertone. No waver in her tone or shift her voice had occurred, and yet the obvious implication of her statement certainly had to mean something, didn’t it? It was probably best retain as much etiquette as possible and disregard any suspicions he had.
“I wouldn’t mind the company at all, but I’m afraid there’s only the couch in the break room, and sleeping on our sterilized floor hardly sounds inviting. Honestly, Clara you can go home, get some rest. I’ve gotta take some diagnostic readings of their cells’ growth patterns anyway for my final report. You work so hard as it is, the very least you can allow yourself is a little well-earned sleep. I promise I’ll let you know if anything remarkably exciting happens,” he said, gesturing to the Petri dishes on the counter. He stood there, kicking himself on the inside for shooting himself in the foot in such a blatantly ignorant manner. In any other case, with a smart, witty beauty in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from at least some light flirting. But there was just too much riding on this research opportunity. After all, he had moved across the state to begin employment at the Institute, and there was no way he was gonna waste it all away by being kicked out for making unwanted advances on his supervisor. Though his inner heart and lower head groaned with frustration, he had to hold his ground. Whether he liked it or not, he was sticking to the description of his job. Examining those cells, earning a reputation, and maybe making his way into the private institutions full-time employment was his task, not devising a plot to make his way into Clara’s pants. And yet, just as he finally reconciled himself to acting as is own willing cockblock, Clara did the one thing that could change his mind.
“Who said we need the couch, when we have this counter right here. After all… we’ve gotta keep our eyes on those dishes… and whats the old saying? Two heads are better than one?” Hearing her words, Isaac’s head surged with energy. The confusing conflict of moments prior immediately dissipated as the laboratory lights seemed to flicker and close in on Clara’s slim, graceful figure, the stark white of the lab coat blending with her creamy natural complexion making one jaw-dropping spectacle of beauty. The cheerful shimmer behind her eyelids had been shattered, instead giving way to a inviting glare of tense lust. Isaac’s hands went numb. His body seemed to cease functioning as he lost all feeling. Seeing her there primed and ready for his sexual barrage, he lost all care for his professional responsibilities. Now was the time for action. All he needed was one final pice of reassurance.
“Clara…do you want me to fuck you?” It was a simple yet effective question. The eager nodding she gave in response was all that he needed.
He tumbled towards her, a treasure chest that needed his cock to be unlocked, and grabbed her by the ends of her lab coat, before thrusting her upwards and slamming her onto the table. His capable hands found their way to the skin-tight shirt she was wearing underneath her business attire, and in an instant it had been torn apart, the seams of the fabric helplessly drifting to the ground, where they were soon joined by the rest of her shirt and, after another powerful display of strength from Isaac, her pants as well.
“I spent good money on that outfit you ham-fisted meathead,” Clara protested, only to soon be silenced by Isaac’s firm hands as they clasped her neck and began to constrict her airflow. Her eyes widened as she realized that the hide of the seemingly innocent, unassuming assistant she had initially thought him to be had been stripped away, revealing the wolfish beast of sexual hunger who lay below. For three long, insufferable weeks, Isaac had repressed his urges, trying to seal away the untamed predator he had always been. But now, Clara had awakened the primal spirit inside him. The hunt was on.
Clara had been classically trained in biology and human anatomy during her years of study. Many dissections, surgical simulations, and slide shows had imparted her with a thorough understanding of the human body. And even beyond that, her own first hand experience with the male structure had led her to believe that the penis was not particularly note-worthy. However, this was from the case with Isaac. He released the buckle of his belt, taking a moment to grasp the metal clasp and whip it against the exposed skin of her bare ass that had been perched against the table, then revealed his sacred member. No amount of scientific questioning could have explained how a cock so abnormally large could belong to any man. Minuscule veins flowed like river tributaries across the shaft, splitting and bending before eventually converging at its massive peak and emptying into the basin of the head. A layer of thick, fleshy skin covered its entirety, sealing up the package in an envelope of colossal proportions. Spanning the landscape of his cock flowed an ocean of pre cum, a obvious indicator that Isaac had been eagerly awaiting this moment for quite some time. Yet before she could take a moment more to appreciate the superhuman qualities of his cock, it leaped forward into the cavernous insides of her squeaky vagina.
It was as if each stroke brought about yet another orgasm, with each repeated assault on the castle of her womanhood gradually destabilizing her core and setting her into a fit of shrieking. The moans flowed liberally, soon transforming into cries of pleasure, which in turn morphed into a bone-chilling plea for mercy. No woman could handle this. No woman should ever even have to face such raw sexual strength. Yet no matter how much she reached across his back and scratched him, no matter how much she kicked into his chest as he burrowed deeper and deeper into the gold mine of her pussy, no matter how much she stared him in the eye and begged to be freed from his furious embrace, he refused to budge. And so she succumbed. She released any feelings of concern and fear, instead allowing the waves of pleasure and pain to ripple over her body, as her rounded curves rose and fell, pitching and tilting like a lifeboat caught in a sea-storm. She knew it couldn’t be true, yet somehow she could feel the dripping membrane of Isaac’s enormous cock penetrating all the way into her jiggling breasts. Like a never-ending cord of delight, his cock plummeted through her organs, pressing itself against the squealing walls of her pussy and pushing itself so deep she could almost taste the dick as it slapped against her stomach. When would it end? When would this twisted dance of euphoria finally wind down? Hardly five minutes had passed since her pants had been brutally ripped to shreds, and yet she could feel her body already growing exhausted, as the topography of her interior was terraformed by the machine-like thrusting of Isaac’s colossal cock.
“Oh don’t pass out now, you weak, disgusting whore.” Isaac’s degrading words renewed her resolve, and, more determined than ever, to remind him of her authority, she retorted:
“I hardly feel a thing. I’ve had better sex in my sleep, and I don’t even have wet dreams.”
“Didn’t take you for an insolent wench. But never fear, you’ll be tamed in due time. Perhaps it’s time to raise the stakes.” And with that foreboding declaration, Isaac released his cock’s stubborn hold of her, allowing her to finally catch the breath she had been struggling with during her moments of bliss. Her pussy ached, her body screeched in pain and soreness, yet she couldn’t help but feel excited to witness what Isaac had in store for her. “Basic laws of universal gravitation state that objects are prone to be pulled down towards the Earth. However, as you’re well aware, gravity is a force that is easily resisted, as there are a number of ways to suspend an object, or a person, in the air.” With this preface causing Clara to light up in curiosity, Isaac reached downwards towards one of the nearby shelves where the spare lab coats were housed. He pulled out four more coats, grabbing them and beginning to twist each one into a line of rope. While he worked, Clara took a moment to tend to her pussy. Extending one finger inside her, she felt something unusually wet. She was bleeding. It had been over a decade since her pussy had first bled, back when her hymen had first been broken through some vicious experimentation with a corn on the cob. This man in front of her had caused her to bleed with nothing more than his dick. Chills ran down her spine as she realized she may not be ready for what he was preparing.
Isaac, satisfied, took a brief look at the results of his labour. Then, in a flurry of motion, he grabbed ahold of Clara, once more maneuvering her with the folds of her coat. He picked her up, positioning her horizontally so she was suspended flat in the air parallel to the table. Then, with one hand supporting her stomach, he began tying the other coats one by one to the overhead lights on the ceiling, then attaching them to each of her limbs. In mere moments, she was facing the floor, completely wrapped in a network of ropes that held her in the air naked over the counter of the lab. Behind her atop the table stood Isaac, who had positioned the ropes to ensure the opening to her pussy was level with his cock. Now entirely naked, she tried to crane her neck and catch a glimpse of him, even though her range of vision was restricted by the rope around which he had tied her neck. She couldn’t quite see what he was doing, but it didn’t matter. Because before she knew it, he was back inside of her, collapsing the pillars of her pussy and ravaging its foundation. Even though she was weightless, hovering in the air with a few makeshift ropes keeping her from falling, she felt heavier than ever as the bowling ball of his cock smashed through the alley of her thighs. She swayed in the still evening air, flying forwards and backwards like a pendulum as Isaac stood behind her with his hands gripping her ass cheeks pulling himself closer and closer to her. She could fell his superheated balls slap against her clit each time she absorbed his cock, their rubbery surface striking against it with enough force to send her reeling. It was truly surprising to see how well the ropes stabilized her, even while she was being rocked and thrown around rapidly as Isaac’s cock drilled into her like a haywire jackhammer. She was glad she was tied so tightly, as it prevented her from squirming or pulling away from the pain. However, the ropes didn’t stop her from continuing to shriek at the top of her lungs. Each time she let out a scream, he would growl and grasp at her tits, squeezing her nipples so hard she could feel them on the verge of bursting. He would suddenly let them go, then regain his hold and, using two fingers from each hand like miniature scissors, slice into the nipples until, like her lower half, they too were bleeding.
Clara didn’t know when she first came, or if it was even cum and not just a stream of blood, but cum she did. And again. And again. The third time, she could feel her pussy lips quivering as they struggled to allow Isaac’s cock back in, tears of discharge dripping downwards onto the floor. Yet no matter how far she was pushed to her limits, the perpetrator of the crimes against her vagina never seemed to tire. Yes, he was brimming over with buckets of cum that seeped into her insides time and time again, but never did he disengage, nor did his cock shrink in the slightest. In fact, it only seemed to grow larger and larger as her reddened tissue was stretched thinner and thinner by the incessant assault. At one point, Isaac grabbed a nearby beaker, held it up to her saturated pussy and crushed her clit between her fingers, resulting in a downpour of fluid falling into the beaker. Then, grabbing her by the hair on the back of her head, he forced her head sideways and leaned forward so their eyes locked. Without any hesitation, he raised the beaker to his lips and gulped down the full container of her own cum. He inserted a finger into his mouth, licked it fully, then pressed it between Clara’s lips.
“You taste…wonderful,” he whispered in her ear. She opened her mouth to formulate some sort of response, but before she could speak was slapped with the full length his palm, leaving a stinging bruise behind. “Don’t even think about speaking. I am talking to your pussy right now, not you.” Isaac reverted to his position behind her and resumed his violent fucking, keeping his hand on her hair so he could yank it like the reins of a horse. He continued like this for what seemed like an eternity, now so deep inside Clara that she felt she couldn’t live without his cock, the woman taking joy in being restricted and forced to endure the pummelling from his cock. “This is state of the art facility, you know. Lots of equipment available. I believe its about time we put some of it to use.” Before removing his cock, he brought both hands against the surface of her ass with all his force to quiet her down and leave her with some pain before he got back into her. Taking inventory of their environment, Isaac spotted the case of his tools he had previously been using to perform tests on their specimens. “Ah this should do. Now then, problem – subject appears to have produced unsatisfactory levels of concentrated fluid, and as such requires supplementary measures to produce desired results. Hypothesis – subject will experience excruciating pain that will in turn induce a net sensation of pleasure. If this is not performed correctly, subject may be irreparably damaged, possibly bestowed with lifelong scarring. Solution – a calculated deconstruction of vaginal canal using scoopula aided by additional stimulation to breasts using utility clamps.”
True to his word, he blazed through his experimental procedure. Pausing to adjust the pressure and intensity on the clamps, he examined the perfectly sculpted hemisphere in front of him, two slices of Clara’s homemade loaf that served as the outsides for the sex sandwich he completed with his cock in the middle. Her ass loomed before him, alluring and welcoming, but visibly eroded by the bruises from his time spent in her. He wanted to tattoo her ass with a permanent mark of his work. He wanted to make this ass his. He wanted to own her ass, along with the rest of her body, so he could do whatever he wanted to her whenever he wanted to. It really was such a wonderful ass, and while a small piece of his conscience advised him to refrain from tarnishing this crown jewel, the thought was quickly overruled by the need to see through his experiment.
“Without further delay, the trial begins.” He spared Clara one final empathic glance, noticing the way she shook and shivered out of fear for what was about to happen. Then he realized he shouldn’t care. She had already submitted herself to him, and now she was nothing more than a plaything for him to toy with, an object made for his entertainment, a container filled with cum that he wished to release. And now was finally the time to release it. Isaac creeped his hands forward, reaching underneath Clara’s hanging body and locating her nipples, which he immediately subdued with two utility clamps. He hadn’t even secured them before his victim begun screaming, shaking back and forth, and straining the ropes binding her. He directed one hand toward its comfortable resting position of her neck, where it compressed her flesh, causing her to silence herself. He then used his other hand to adjust the two clamps to their tightest setting, prompting a series of resigned moans and tearful whimpers from Clara. Since he didn’t have ready access to a lubricating substance, he instead licked the divide between her ass cheeks up and down, coating the already soaking pussy with a heavy layer of saliva. Isaac enjoyed working his way up and down, tasting the changing flavours as he transitioned from the discharge, to the blood, to the distinctive meaty taste of the asshole, and once again to the discharge. She was a work of art. He, the painter. And his tongue, the methodical paintbrush that embellished the already beautiful vaginal folds. Isaac flourished the scoopula, one he had verified was sanitized and ready for use. He then slowly worked its way through the sagging gates of her pussy. He watched in awe and wonder as the metal instrument gradually disappeared in the soft fabric lining her insides. The pain was unimaginable, beyond anything Clara had ever experienced. But she knew she was powerless to stop him; even if she did free herself from the ropes, escape wasn’t possible given how easily he could overpower her. Each push of the scoopula sent her gasping in agony, until finally it collided with the end of the abyss. As soon as it reached the wall of her pussy, the stream of water he had been hoping for came rushing out. A torrent of water mixed with sex, pain, and joy sprayed towards Isaac, just as he pulled the scoopula out to allow the stream to flow without obstruction. The term “squirting” wouldn’t do it justice. A tsunami of moisture propelled by Clara’s overworked muscles that seemed to never end. A jet that shot at Isaac and washed over him like a high-power hose. A waterfall to rival Niagara that poured out soaking everything surrounding them.
“Well, Clara. Tell me, was it life changing?”
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