**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**
*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*
PART 5
Level B3 was the only floor of the Science and Technology Department to receive funding for renovations. In stark contrast to the crumbling sandstone building above it, the gleaming underground laboratories had frosted glass sliding doors, sleek metal interiors and state-of-the-art technologies. As such, access to Level B3 was reserved for PHD students and researchers working on the University’s most sensitive and lucrative projects.
Dr Bardwell’s background was in biomedical engineering, but she was always looking for opportunities to develop her more unorthodox ideas – ideas that would certainly be rejected by the Ethics Board. So when Mr Fitzroy, the Vice-Chancellor himself, had requested her help on a classified project, she couldn’t refuse. For Dr Bardwell, the means were always justified by the ends. She hurried through the underground corridors of Level B3, clutching a tablet in one hand and in the other, balancing a tray of needles, vials, creams, pills and various other contraptions. Inside the lab, she found a first-year student strapped to the medical examination chair in the centre of the room, fully nude except for the leather bands across her body.
Isabella tried to turn when the door slid open, but she was bound to the patient chair in a half seated, half laying position. Wide leather belts strapped her shoulders and waist to the sloped chair, cuffs held her wrists against the armrests, her legs were spread apart by the sturdy metal stirrups and her plump ass hung off the edge of the vinyl seat. Isabella could only hear soft clinking and shuffling as the doctor worked behind her. She wiggled restlessly in the inclined chair, counting the ceiling tiles and fluorescent lights above her. After a few minutes, the doctor seated herself on the stool in between Isabella’s open legs.
“Hi Isabella, how are you going? I’m Dr Bardwell and I’m very excited about the work we’re doing today.” The doctor was a blonde woman in her early thirties. She had kind green eyes, full lips and a tight, fit body that could not be downplayed by her lab coat. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun today, as long as you cooperate, so just lay back, relax, and let’s get to business.”
The bright red ball gag wedged between Isabella’s teeth made it impossible to form coherent words, so she simply nodded her head in reply.
Dr Bardwell sanitised Isabella’s arm with an alcoholic swab. She worked with speed and precision, chatting amicably as she prepared the small needle, “Mr Fitzroy tells me that you have a very busy winter break ahead of you, Isabella. This lucky little pussy will be overflowing with cum all day and night! But we wouldn’t want you getting pregnant, now would we? This injection is going to deal with that issue for us.” With hardly a pinch, Dr Bardwell injected the hormonal contraception into Isabella’s arm.
“Good, now let’s see what we’re working with,” the doctor turned her attention to the pink pussy in front of her. Isabella gasped when Dr Bardwell’s gloved fingers began rolling, rubbing and pinching her sensitive clit. Two slender fingers slipped into Isabella’s cunt, curling against her g-spot, causing Isabella to let out some soft mewls and involuntarily grind her pussy to meet the doctor’s hand. Dr Bardwell’s expert manipulations continued until Isabella was moaning and bucking her hips off the chair. Then, the doctor withdrew her fingers from Isabella’s wet cunt, leaving the girl blushing and embarrassed to have gotten so carried away.
Dr Bardwell swivelled her stool around to retrieve a metal speculum. She slipped the cold metal into Isabella’s inviting pussy. Even when fully inserted, the speculum was not too deep, and Isabella found herself a bit more relaxed despite the cold, clinical setting.
“Alright, now for the fun part,” Dr Bardwell mumbled to herself, twisting the side of the speculum. Isabella’s tight pussy was forced to open up, revealing the wet pink walls within. She whined into the ball gag, but the doctor ignored her discomfort and continued to twist the metal arms of the speculum wider and wider apart. Certain that her hole was close to ripping, Isabella’s whines became more urgent and she pleaded with desperate, teary eyes for the doctor to stop.
Dr Bardwell nodded to herself, making a few notes on her tablet, and then snapped some photos of Isabella’s gaping cunt. Isabella turned her face away in shame, unable to close her legs or cover herself due to the locked stirrups and wrist cuffs. The speculum danced in her stretched pussy with every sob.
The door slid open with a soft whoosh. Dr Bardwell looked up and smiled, “Vice-Chancellor Fitzroy, you’re early! Come in, come in, I was just about to send you these photos of how wide Isabella’s precious little cunt can stretch. You’ll be able to fist her in no time.”
Vice-Chancellor Fitzroy wheeled a large machine into the lab. He was wearing his usual charcoal suit and gave a deceptively warm smile as he gently tucked a lock of hair behind Isabella’s ear. “Isabella my dear, how good to see you again,” he said in that inexplicably soothing way of his – as if he hadn’t brutally raped Isabella’s virgin asshole with his huge cock the last time they met.
“Dr Bardwell has been working on some great ideas and you’re our lucky guinea pig,” Mr Fitzroy chuckled. “The cream and pill contain two different chemicals but they should both work as intense aphrodisiacs. Anyway, I don’t want to give away too much. Dr Bardwell?”
At the Vice-Chancellor’s instruction, Dr Bardwell rubbed a blue-grey cream onto Isabella’s clit, making sure it absorbed properly. The doctor slathered a generous amount of the cream inside Isabella’s open pussy before removing the speculum from her aching hole. Mr Fitzroy smoothed some cream over Isabella’s round perky breasts, giving extra attention to her puffy pink nipples. Almost immediately, the pleasant tingling sensation of the cream intensified. Isabella’s skin became so sensitive that it burned, her nipples stiffened and her pussy grew moist. Isabella was like a woman possessed – she strained against the leather straps, grinded her hips into the air and shook her chest from side to side, begging to be touched.
Mr Fitzroy unbuckled the gag and removed the red rubber ball from Isabella’s mouth. Saliva dribbled down her chin and onto her tits as she opened and shut her mouth, trying to work the stiffness from her jaw. “I want to hear you scream and beg like a nasty fucking whore,” the Vice-Chancellor whispered, stroking her hair.
The wooden cane whistled through the air and landed on Isabella’s tits with a sharp crack, leaving a bright red welt across her pale skin. Isabella’s agonised scream filled the lab, quickly followed by pitiful and desperate begging, “Please no! Oh god it hurts, please stop!” With the cream working as intended, her ultra-sensitive tits were burning with an indescribably intense pain. Thwack, thwack, thwack. Vice-Chancellor Fitzroy brought the cane down on Isabella’s sensitive flesh over and over, aiming for her puffy nipples and the delicate underside of her breasts. Raised red welts criss-crossed the smooth skin of her breasts and belly, and her sustained screaming became hoarse and soundless.
Meanwhile, Dr Bardwell had set up the large machine brought by Mr Fitzroy. The contraption had a long metal pole with a dildo screwed on the end, and the doctor aimed it at the entrance to Isabella’s cunt. The motorised fucking machine began thrusting at a slow pace, the silicone cock sinking into Isabella’s hole at a steady rhythm. The sensation of having a thick cock plunging into her greedy, sopping-wet pussy made the muscles in Isabella’s legs cramp and her tummy ripple. Her hands balled into little fists, straining against the leather cuffs. The Vice-Chancellor continued to punish Isabella, mercilessly caning the soles of her feet and her inner thighs. The sharp wood landed directly on her clit, making her shriek with a new level of intensity. Dr Bardwell sped up the fucking machine until the pole was merely a silver blur, slamming into Isabella’s pussy at an alarming speed. It was an unbelievable concoction of pleasure and pain – Isabella orgasmed repeatedly until it resembled torture.
The fucking machine’s whirring slowed to a stop and the pole retracted from Isabella’s dripping cunt. Her inner thighs and the vinyl seat were completely drenched in her pussy juices. The lab was silent except for Isabella’s shallow, shuddering breaths. Her body was covered in a sheen of perspiration and a thin river of sweat ran between her breasts.
“Open up,” Dr Bardwell commanded, forcing a green and white pill down Isabella’s throat, “there’s a good girl.” Instantly, the combined effect of the cream and pill made Isabella delirious with desire and painfully sensitive.
The Vice-Chancellor had abandoned the cane and stripped off his suit pants. Watching Isabella writhe and thrash so helplessly, hearing her anguished moaning and whipping her soft flesh had made Mr Fitzroy rock hard. Precum leaked from the tip of his throbbing, veiny cock. He positioned himself between Isabella’s spread pussy lips and slammed deep into her battered cunt, grunting with pure pleasure. Her warm, wet pussy pulsated and gripped Mr Fitzroy’s cock in the most blissful way. The Vice-Chancellor wrapped a hand around Isabella’s throat, pinning her against the chair. Her tortured moaning and gurgling only spurred him on, and he pummelled her cunt with increasing ferocity.
Dr Bardwell adjusted the angle of the pole, and the whirring of the fucking machine resumed. The dildo, still slick from Isabella’s pussy, ripped into her asshole from below. The motorised pole hammered into her rectum, making a slurping sound as her tight anal ring clung to the silicone cock. The incredible feeling of being ruthlessly penetrated in both holes, and Mr Fitzroy’s large hand squeezing her airways, gave Isabella the most powerful orgasm of her life. Dr Bardwell’s cream and pill had multiplied every ounce of pleasure and pain tenfold.
Mr Fitzroy buried his cock to the hilt, threw his head back and bellowed and he filled Isabella with his hot cum. Her clenching pussy milked every last drop from his balls, leaving him momentarily disorientated from the sheer euphoria. After regaining his bearings, the Vice-Chancellor eased his softening cock from Isabella’s tight hole. Dr Bardwell stopped the fucking machine and pulled the dildo from Isabella’s asshole with a pop. Isabella’s holes throbbed, unable to close completely, as if they were begging for more.
Vice-Chancellor Fitzroy unstrapped Isabella from the medical chair, lifting her limp body to the ground. “On your knees, slut. Clean my cock.”
Isabella was still dazed from her multiple orgasms – her stiff arms and legs failed to cooperate. Growing impatient, Mr Fitzroy grabbed her hair and lifted her mouth to his cum-covered cock, forcing her to taste his salty seed and her own juices. Isabella’s little tongue lapped at his shaft and balls, licking him clean. The Vice-Chancellor closed his eyes, immensely satisfied, and held Isabella’s face against his crotch, gently running his fingers through her long hair. Thick globs of cum dripped from Isabella’s used pussy onto the cold tiled floor.
Dr Bardwell recorded the results on her tablet and reorganised the equipment on the tray, preparing for the next experiment.
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