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The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

PsionicCuttlefish

PsionicCuttlefish

Supernova
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Apr 10, 2012
The online ad was a little vague, but interesting. It was from some small new start-up company somewhere in the city, looking for volunteers to try out some products they were developing. The body of the ad read:

"We are researching a new line of enhanced exercise machines and other body-improvement products designed especially for women, and we need volunteer subjects to test their effectiveness. The only qualification necessary is to be a female. The testing period will last anywhere from a day to a week or rarely but possibly more, depending on the aptitude of the subject. Subjects will be offered a sum of $5,000 per day of testing at the conclusion of the experiment for that subject. If you are interested, stop by our office at the following address on any day during business hours..."

The rest of the ad was rather vague, citing "proprietary secrets and confidentiality" regarding the nature of the improved exercise machines and products to be tested. Perhaps a bit suspicious, but for a young girl on hard times, the chance to make a serious chunk of cash for just a few days of being a guinea pig was likely too good to pass up...
 
From the outside, the office of the company was relatively nondescript, and once inside, it was almost equally ordinary. The lobby area was a mid-sized room with a secretary behind a single desk, and a waiting area off to the side. The waiting area had several adequately-soft-looking chairs, a coffee table with random magazines on it, and a water dispenser with a stack of paper cups off to the side. There were several plain doors in the room, but all were marked "EMPLOYEES ONLY".

When Amari approached the secretary's desk, the secretary--a middle-aged woman dressed conservatively and with her hair in a bun, perhaps the most typical and ordinary secretary one could imagine--looked up from whatever she was doing and smiled at Amari. "Welcome, dear! Yes indeed, we are always looking for more volunteers for testing. It's not exactly a 'job' per se, just a short-term experiment that we will offer you compensation for when it is complete. Please, have a seat, and someone will be with you shortly to take you to the back, and you can get started."

Once Amari complied, the secretary returned to typing away on her computer. Amari probably also noticed something, possibly as soon as she walked in; it was warm in this building. Like someone had cranked up the thermostat. It wasn't sweltering, but it was definitely warmer than most people kept their offices. The secretary didn't seem bothered in the slightest by it. Amari could wait. And wait. And no one arrived right away (any question on this was met with "They're on their way, just need to take care of something in the back first")...but that water dispenser was looking mighty tempting...

What Amari didn't know, couldn't know, was that the water in the dispenser was laced with a powerful and fast-acting sedative.
 
The secretary noted that Amari was dressed rather cutely, but that wouldn't matter for much longer. After Amari sat down, the secretary watched Amari without looking directly at her. It took only a few moments for the young girl to get up and get some water from the cooler. Good. The secretary continued to type away as she waited. Amari visibly got sleepier and sleepier, until finally, she tried to speak up but then slumped back in her chair. The secretary smiled. It wasn't a nice smile.

The secretary pressed a button on her desk. "Sir? Another one is ready for testing."

*****

Gradually, Amari would rouse to wakefulness. At first, the only thing she would be able to register is that she was sitting in a comfortable cushioned chair with armrests and a headrest that was leaned back slightly--a perfect orientation for restfulness. It was quite comfortable, and the ambient light was dim, so sleeping in a bit would feel quite attractive. But as the sedative in Amari's system wore off, she would notice that her skin felt...a little cooler than normal. A little more breezy than it should be, especially around chest and between legs. She might try to move--and when she did, she would find that she can't.

She would then realize that in addition to sitting down, her thighs were spread apart quite widely, at a bit more than a 90* angle. Not only that, but that the reason she couldn't move is that she would feel strong straps--around her neck, upper arms, elbows, wrists, upper thighs, lower thighs, upper calves, and ankles. And that she couldn't feel any of her clothes.

"Ah, you're awake! Good, now we can get started." A male voice said, and the lights abruptly turned up. When Amari opened her eyes, she would find herself in a large and odd laboratory-looking room with all kinds of weird machinery. She would also be able to confirm that yes, she was completely naked, and yes, she was tightly restrained and bound to the seat she was in. There was a brown-haired young-ish man in a long white labcoat standing near her, with an unsettling grin on his face. "Now, Test Subject #37, we can begin your experiment."
 
The 'scientist'-looking guy kept that disconcerting grin on his face as Amari's awareness returned, and naturally began to panic. She was quite a beautiful specimen; lithe body, decadent brown skin, and exotic facial features. Much too small titties though, but that would be fixed soon enough. The scientist just maintained his toothy smile in silence until Amari properly figured out that she was not going anywhere, and stopped hysterically asking questions. He loved this part--well, he loved every part of what was going to happen, but for this specifically he enjoyed the initial confused terror that would soon give way to dawning horrified comprehension once he explained things.

"My my, so many questions, but I shall endeavor to answer them all as fully and completely as I can, in order." The scientist-guy said in a perfectly calm, conversational tone, as if Amari was not currently bound in an extremely compromising manner. He took in a small breath. "You fell asleep in our lobby, as intended, so we could bring you here. You are here for your experiment. You are the thirty-seventh volunteer, thus, Test Subject #37. You already asked what happened. Us carrying you was how you got here. You are naked because that is required for the experiment. You are in our research facility. And..." The scientist's grin got fractionally wider. "This is the experiment you volunteered for, to test our equipment."

The straps holding Amari in the chair were soft and non-chafing, but quite thick, strong, and fairly tight. The scientist in particular enjoyed how she couldn't move any of her limbs, head, or her hips, but could arch her back slightly, and thus in her desperate attempts to make any motion she could, all she succeeded in doing was pushing her chest out into greater prominence and made them jiggle enticingly, though they were still far too disappointingly small. Amari would also notice two more things about her chair, being more aware as she was; most chairs had a square-shaped seat, but this one was a V-shaped seat, one that conformed to the angle of her thighs. Slightly like a toilet seat, it left her pussy and ass fully accessible and vulnerable. And lastly, her feet were also actually planted in padded stirrup-like footrests attached to the chair as well.
 
"Oh, but you did volunteer for this, and it was specifically not a job. Not my fault if you misread." The labcoated man said in an unsettlingly pleasant tone. "You are in a way a research assistant, however, as you will be assisting our research. And the ad was for you to test our equipment's effects on you, so logically that would make you a test subject, wouldn't it?" The scientist answered what he could, before Amari descended into near-incoherent babbles. No longer able to pick out specific words to address, the scientist fell silent. Oh, this was always so fun to watch.

Eventually however, Amari finally calmed down and took more careful stock of the room and all the currently-undeployed machinery around it, all while the scientist patiently waited and watched with a simple smile. When Amari finally spoke up again, the scientist's smile split open into a wide, toothy grin. "I am so glad you asked!" The scientist said, with a little 'aha!' flick of his wrist on the "so".

The scientist then took in a small breath, and spoke as if what he was saying was a subject he was passionate about and was very familiar with explaining. "Here, we are researching the female orgasm. Specifically, we are researching its effects on the female mind. So, we have many 'exercise machines' here--" The scientist gestured to all the machines in the room, as he paced back and forth in front of Amari's chair "--that will 'exercise' you, but not in the muscles of your limbs. More...everywhere else. We are going to bring you to climax...again and again and again and again. We are going to 'exercise' you sexually to your limits, and beyond." The scientist then stopped pacing, and looked Amari dead in the eye with a deadly chilling smile. "We are going to make you climax until your mind completely burns itself out. Exactly how long this takes, and how exactly the deterioration of your mind progresses, is what we are concerned with observing and recording. Of course..." The scientist started pacing again "We are going to offer you your compensation at the conclusion of the experiment as promised, but, well...if your mind is still capable of reacting to stimuli, then the experiment's not concluded yet, is it? Oh! And one last thing." The scientist stepped closer to Amari's chair. "The body-improvement products we are additionally going to test. Specifically, these--" the scientist then reached out with one hand and briefly groped one of Amari's B-cup breasts without the slightest hesitation, shame, or concern for her "--are much to small for our purposes. We're going to begin improving these soon." The scientist stepped back again, and clasped his hands together. "Any further questions before we begin?"
 
As Amari listened to the scientist's speech, and her face gradually took on an expression of utter horror...the scientist's mouth spread into his widest grin yet. That moment of dawning comprehension never gets old... Amari tried to struggle and close her legs again, but it was of course futile. After he shocked her back into reaction with his casual groping of her breast, she of course started yammering about how this was wrong. The scientist just continued to patiently smile. "True science waits for no ethics or paperwork." He said simply, which also likely bluntly demonstrated to Amari exactly how dire her current situation was. The scientist then went over to a nearby computer terminal and started typing into it, while Amari desperately and uselessly thrashed as hard as she could in her unyielding bonds.

After the scientist entered the commands into the computer, there was a mechanical buzzing as one of the machines started up and moved itself between the open legs of the brown-skinned girl. It stopped just short of her as she continued to protest in terror. "Oh, I think you'll find that we can..." The scientist replied to her assertion as he walked around, behind Amari's chair and out of sight. After a moment, she then felt a strange skeletal helmet slide on top of her head, with two parts of it pressing particularly firmly against the temples of her skull. "Nothing to worry about, this is merely going to monitor and record your brain activity for the duration of the experiment..." He said before walking back into sight, and over to the computer terminal. He typed in a few more commands, and Amari could just barely see several charts in different windows appear on the screen, including what looked like a three-dimensional representation of a brain. "Solid readings, negligible interference. Good. We are ready to begin. For starters, we're going to put you on the 'exercise' machine we affectionately nicknamed 'The Hole Bore'..." The scientist said as he typed yet a few more commands.

The machine between Amari's legs chugged and clunked as panels on it slid open and something began to extend on it...it was a rubber or foam cylinder mounted on an extending metal axel that looked almost uncomfortably large to the young girl, was blunt and rounded on the end, and had several tiny holes on it. With the thick strap around her neck, Amari could just barely look down enough to see the holes on the cylinder begin to leak glistening fluid as it inched closer and closer to her. In the next moment, she felt the rounded tip press against her pussy...and with the way her legs were strapped down, there was nothing she could do to shift her hole out of the way or avoid the object. It kept extending forward...and inexorably, it pushed its way into Amari. She felt her likely-inexperienced pussy entrance noticeably stretch wide by the girth of the cylinder, even though it was slightly squishy. It kept pushing forward, spreading her open, feeling extremely slick and slippery with the glistening fluid covering it. It filled up her pussy-channel until it had buried itself quite deep inside. "And now to begin exercising you..." The scientist said as he hit a key on the computer terminal. With a mechanical whirring sound...the shaft buried in Amari's pussy began to rotate, slowly at first...but it quickly began to pick up speed. It continually leaked more lubricating fluid as it really began to spin, drilling away into Amari's snatch!

"So, what do you think so far?" The scientist asked with an all-too-pleased smile on his face.
 
All of Amari's protests about the helmet and the initial contact of the machine with her snatch were, naturally, ignored. The scientist just dutifully observed the process (with no small amount of enjoyment) as Amari struggled as hard as she could against the firm bindings of her chair. Once the 'business end' of the machine touched her pussy and began to push forward, the scientist was actually impressed with how well Amari was able to squeeze the muscles of her pussy closed, tensing up her entire body, to deny the dildo entry. Watching her go red-faced as she fought the inevitable was especially adorable. But of course, metal and motors were stronger than flesh. Once her muscles had failed her, she desperately returned to using her voice to try and get out of her current situation, but of course that did her equally no good as the scientist just watched, calm and unblinking, as if this were a movie.

Once the dildo began to rotate in Amari's pussy, the scientist finally turned away from her and looked at the charts and readouts on his computer terminal. "Hmm, good pleasure response...sensitivity within average bounds..." He said as the machine spun slowly at first, but began to pick up speed. "Mmm, yes, pleasure intensity mounting, all within typical starting patterns..." He continued to idly mutter as he watched the charts shift and change, as if the crying, screaming, begging girl sitting just a few feet behind him didn't exist. A minute passed...two minutes... "Intensity levels appear to be reaching their peak..." He said calmly as the milk chocolate skinned girl behind him then shrieked out through her first orgasm of the experiment. "Excellent! First climax, good baseline established. Things are off to a good start." He said, before he finally turned back around, as if acknowledging Amari's existence for the first time. "Why stop? The experiment has only just begun. Your contributions to science will be very valuable!" He said in a pleasant conversational tone, which might not even have been heard by the screeching female, if the only thing she would want to hear would be sudden compliance with her pleas.

The scientist turned back to the computer terminal and typed a few commands. The spinning dildo slowed down...a little bit...but this was a cruel mercy. It slowed down enough for Amari's cunt to re-sensitize itself a bit after its powerful climax, and then the dildo returned to its full spinning speed. The scientist waited until Amari had orgasmed a second time, then repeated the process--slowed down the dildo's spinning, then sped it back up for maximum effect, rather than allowing Amari's body to become inured to the top speed. After Amari's third orgasm, however... "Alright, good readings, good starting points...engaging second phase..." He said as he typed a few more commands.

Over the loud mechanical whirring of the spinning dildo, Amari would not hear a second, much quieter whirring. She would not even be able to see anything. And if she didn't hear the scientist speak, then she wouldn't have any warning whatsoever. But as the dildo in her pussy slowed down a bit...a few seconds later...Amari suddenly felt another cold, slippery, big thing...sliding between her spread asscheeks! Already weakened as she probably was, she was likely unable to do much to stop the second dildo from pushing its way, inch by inch, up her ass. Once it had gotten in good and deep and released plenty of lubricant in her ass...the second dildo, too, began to rotate...began to spin in her ass! It spun in the opposite direction as the first dildo, and picked up more and more speed until it matched the first, then they both kicked up to maximum speed together. Amari was being drilled in her ass and pussy at the same time!
 
The scientist was somewhat focused on the data readouts on his computer, but since this was the test subject's first 'session', there wasn't too much interesting or unexpected going on yet, and he could review the recorded data later. So for the moment, he let himself enjoy the shouting and struggling from Amari as the machine drilled away into her pussy, noting how she squirted juices of arousal with every orgasm she hit. That was expected, it would be cleaned up later. He also enjoyed the way she screamed even more urgently as the secondary shaft slid up her ass and started drilling that, too. Very impressively, she actually clenched down on the spinning dildos so hard it actually slowed them for a moment, before her muscles weakened and the dildos picked their speed back up. Her raw, tortured screams from that point on were quite a treat.

By the time she had endured ten consecutive orgasms since the session started, she was visibly exhausted, and the readouts were reflecting that in her mental state. The scientist enjoyed the tongue-hanging-out, limp, fucked-silly expression on her face, but it was finally time to end the first session. It was possible to leave a female on one of their machines 24 hours a day, every day, until their minds irreversibly melted down--they had done that a few times already--but the better, more interesting, and more useful data was obtained if the brain-melting was not done nonstop, but if the subject was allowed to regain consciousness in between sessions first, and if different machines were used each time. So, the scientist typed on his keyboard and the spinning dildos slowed down, but did not stop completely. There was one other thing to do first.

The scientist went over to a supplies cabinet, and retrieved two small syringes filled with green fluid. He brought them over to the chair Amari was bound in, while she was still blank-eyed from exhaustion and panting like a dog, and wouldn't wiggle too much. He set one of the syringes down, groped one of Amari's breasts with his free hand, then carefully pushed the needle of the syringe into Amari's nipple. He then pressed down on the plunger, injecting the green fluid into her breast. Once spent, he removed and put down the empty syringe, picked up the full one, then did the same to Amari's other breast.

If Amari was not too 'blanked-out' from exhaustion just yet, she would feel a tingling warmth spreading throughout her breasts. The scientist then called for assistance, from two very large and burly individuals dressed in full-body black security outfits and wearing concealing helmets. The scientist then fully shut off the pussy and ass drilling machine, making it retract and pull its dildos out, then removed the helmet on Amari. The two uniformed muscleguys arrived at Amari's chair and began to very carefully undo her straps and bindings. Once Amari was 'free', they picked up and firmly held the limp, exhausted girl between them as they carried her over to a new binding apparatus. This one was a bit less extensive than the binding-chair, but would suffice just as well. It began with placing Amari's legs into two large weirdly-shaped tubes with cushioned insides, and once Amari was in up to her middle-thighs, the cushions in the tubes inflated to conform around her legs and seal them in. The tubes, mounted on movable mechanical arms, moved to pull Amari's legs into doing as close to the splits as her body would allow, with her torso upright. Her arms were then pulled up, and her hands pulled behind her head, which were then fit into two smaller cavities just behind her head, which were also cushioned inside...and there, the cushions as well inflated and firmly sealed Amari's hands in, with a few extra straps added to her arms just to be safe. Amari could move her upper body around quite a lot compared to the chair she was in, but still couldn't move in any way that mattered.

After Amari was secured, and before she could shake off her exhaustion, another thing happened. The scientist pulled a black tube with straps on the ends of it down from a hanger above, and firmly pushed the end of the mouth-tube past Amari's lips. The straps then went around her head, affixing the tube firmly in her mouth and sealing her lips closed around it. The brain-scanning helmet was put back on Amari, and the scientist stood near a different nearby computer terminal as more readouts blinked on. He then waited for Amari to regain full alertness.
 
Once the helmet was on Amari's head and the tube in her mouth, she seemed to snap back into awareness quite quickly. As expected, she shook her upper body around as much as she could...which likely also made her feel a sensation she had hardly felt before; that of jiggling boobs on her chest, as they had now grown from a B-cup to a C-cup size. The growth wouldn't continue for much longer, it would take several injections over two or three days to get her breasts up to a proper acceptable size. The scientist let her make her muffled sounds of protest and struggling motions, until she eventually calmed down with time at least a bit.

"All right, seems you are ready for the next part of the experiment, Test Subject #37." He spoke up as he looked at her. "It's actually going to take a little bit of extra time before we start you on your next exercise machine. As you can probably feel, you are rather open between your legs at the moment. That is less efficient for your pleasure. So we are going to use some more of our body-improvement products to do just that: improve your body. Plus, your body will be burning a lot of resources exercising over the next few days until your mind fully collapses. Thus, we are going to supply you with nourishment. It's a special 'shake' blend we came up with, mixed with all the vitamins, proteins, and other things the human body needs, plus our improvement products. Your body we need intact, it's your mind we need to find the absolute limits of. Here you go..."

The scientist then turned away from Amari and typed in a command on the keyboard. Amari heard the sound of fluid flowing through a pipe, but it wasn't a watery sound, it sounded more syrupy. Amari could hear and feel something moving down through the tube leading to her mouth, getting closer...until it finally began to flow into her mouth.

It tasted like semen!

Thick, viscous, and slightly bitter--but also laced with some sweetness--the substance began to fill up Amari's mouth, not too fast to be overwhelming, but with unstoppable pressure if backed up. In seconds, she would have to start swallowing, or choke.
 
Some of the previous test subjects had started out with almost no breasts, and it was always interesting to watch them shake their torso around after they were gifted with real breasts, the way they moaned at their new jiggly tits. Watching Amari as she briefly experimented with her newly-enhanced breasts was no different. However, even test subjects who started with barely-adequate tits also had fun reactions when their tits got even bigger, and the secondary effects of having their breasts improved to an acceptable size kicked in...all of which would be even more pronounced on the formerly titless Amari over time.

Then, the feeding machine engaged. The scientist watched Amari as she struggled with the mechanisms invading her mouth and throat as the feeding-tube prepared itself. Then the feeding-fluid hit. In his mind, the scientist was grinning as Amari grimaced, screwed her eyes shut, and forced herself to start swallowing. The noisy, throaty gulping sounds she made were quite nice to hear, and the undulations of her neck were fun to watch. However, after a few moments, the scientist turned back to the computer screen and monitored the readouts, while Amari continued to helplessly guzzle down her liquid food. Eventually, from the readouts of her vitals, the scientist determined that her stomach should be about full. "Okay, I think that shall do." The scientist said as he unhurriedly typed in a command. Mercifully, right before Amari felt that she really couldn't swallow another drop, the flow of cum from the tube finally ceased.

"Right then. Our body-improvement products mixed in with the nourishment you just ate will take a little time to get working, the first time. The more of it you take, the faster it'll work in the future. For now, about half an hour should suffice for our products to do their job. So, take the next half-hour off. Rest, relax, you've earned it. We'll continue your experiment later." The scientist said with a sickeningly calm smile as he turned and walked out of sight, without even taking the feeding-tube out of Amari's mouth. A minute later, Amari heard the sound of a heavy, mechanized door open and close.

She was left hanging in the new restraining device forcing her to do the splits and holding her arms behind her head. Left alone with only her own thoughts for company, and a stomachfull of nauseatingly warm, settling cum.

Minutes passed. Amari likely couldn't be sure how many. But after ten minutes, she started to feel...an odd sensation down below. Her pussy, ass, and thighs all began to itch a little. The burning sensation in her thighs--which by now had already become a dull ache--was actually beginning to fade for real. A few minutes later, Amari could actually then feel her ass and pussy both begin to...close up on their own. Return to normal. The itching got a little stronger during this. Some more minutes passed. The aching in her thighs faded further. Her ass and pussy began to properly tighten back up again. A few more minutes later...and it seemed done. Amari could no longer feel any pain in her thighs at all. And her pussy and ass both felt as good as new...and lacked the numb feeling from gaping earlier. Her holes felt normal and fresh.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a mechanical door opening and closing, then approaching footsteps. The scientist walked back into view. "Now, let's see how well it worked..." He said as he walked to Amari, leaned down slightly, then began rubbing her pussy and ass with one hand inquisitively. "Good, your pleasure zones have been restored to normal tightness and sensitivity. You can be efficiently pleasured by them again." He said, before he then prodded at Amari's inner thighs a bit. "And your thighs are repaired too, with this flexibility. You can take this position with your legs any time from now on with no difficulty or discomfort." The scientist stood back up and looked at Amari's face. "The more of our body-improvement product you take over the next few days, the quicker your body will restore itself after an exercise session. By the time we're through with you, your body can be put on an exercise machine for twenty-four hours straight, and the moment you get off you'll be exactly as tight as you were before getting on. Quite useful!" The scientist then looked down at Amari's bare, bigger-than-before breasts and momentarily groped one again, as if just checking for something rather than intentionally molesting her, before he looked at her face again. "And these still aren't big enough for our purposes, but now they've got some of the fuel they will need for continued enhancement. We will keep improving them over the next day or so, until they're up to our minimum standards. Also, as a lovely side-effect, as your breasts increase in size under the effects of our products, they will gain more nerve-endings...become more sensitive. By the time we are done, we will be able to effectively stimulate your mind with pleasure via using your breasts!"

Then, at long last, the scientist pressed a button on the machine Amari was in, and the butterfly-gag part of the feeding tube deflated and disengaged. The scientist pulled the tube out of her mouth and hung it aside, allowing her throat and mouth to be free of obstruction again. He then turned away and walked over to the computer terminal, then looked back at Amari.

"Ready to begin your second exercise session?" He asked with a smile.
 
Amari's initial struggles in her restraints meant nothing to the scientist when she saw him again, nor did her glares of fury. He did rather enjoy how she went still and fearful when he touched her pussy, and how she made a gag-muffled squeak when he inspected her breast again by touch. Once the tube-gag was removed, she coughed up some of her "nourishment", but only a little. Nothing that mattered. And while her initial pleading to not be put through another session was of course ignored...the rest of what she said gave him pause.

He turned back to face her with a curious expression. "Hmm. No calling. However, if you tell us who your friend is and where she lives...after you do that, we'll let you decide if you want to leave." He actually wasn't smiling anymore, but had a carefully neutral expression on his face as he waited for the light chocolate-skinned girl to answer.
 
The scientist watched carefully as Amari internally debated whether or not to give up her friend. One of his eyebrows raised slightly when Amari finally did so. Only two other test subjects in the past had betrayed someone in an attempt to get out of the experiment, but it was always so fascinating when they did.

"Hmm." The scientist rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I think we shall have a talk with your friend...anyway, well. Alright, we shall let you decide if you want to leave..." The scientist said, before he then turned to the computer terminal and started typing in commands. "...very soon."

Machinery began to whirr and chug around and underneath Amari.
 
The scientist of course ignored Amari's futile struggles in the restraints of the machine she was trapped in, while it revved up to do something new to her. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed and appreciated how Amari's new breasts were jiggling around pleasantly with the girl's desperate jerking. They would jiggle even better once they were fully up to an adequate size...the scientist turned his head to glance bemusedly back at Amari when she started screaming out her panicked words.

"I said I would give you the choice of whether or not you want to leave...after you told me about your so-called 'friend'." The scientist then paused and smiled for a moment, wondering if Amari would get it before he spoke up again. "You have told me about your so-called friend, so now, any time at all that I give you the choice to leave will be by definition after that. I did not say immediately after." The man turned back to the computer console. "But don't worry, you will get that choice soon. All we want is just one more trial and data-set before you potentially leave, since the first trial simply established your baseline...not a big deal at all, certainly!"

From where Amari could not see, she suddenly felt another cold, wet, rubbery thing press against her pussy! It gave her very little time before the smooth and very slippery lubed-up thing started pushing harder, spreading her pussylips apart as it began to invade her inner channel. It was thick. Thicker than the drilling-dildos she had suffered half an hour ago. It stretched and spread her inner walls as it sunk deeply into her, making her pussy feel so full. "I'm sure you appreciate that one." The scientist said. "The size was chosen especially for you, the very limit of what your body is currently capable of handling, for maximum stimulation!" The scientist typed out a few more commands. Amari then felt a second one, just like the first, slide between her asscheeks! Again, there was nothing she could do to stop it from pushing up further to begin stretching her tight hole apart as it invaded and stuffed up her ass with its slippery, rubbery thickness. "That one as well was specifically selected, again the very limit of what that part of your body can handle right now. This will give you efficient stimulation!"

The scientist typed one more command. The dildo in her pussy began to move--but it did not spin. Instead, it mercifully began to pull out. But there was no way the scientist would actually be disengaging the machine now, which meant that the dildo must be...and then, predictably enough, when the smooth dildo was pulled out enough to only have its tip still in Amari's pussy....it halted and then reversed direction, pushing back up and in. But at the exact same moment as the pussy-dildo was pulled out and began to push back in, the ass-dildo began to pull out. In perfect inverse unison, the pussy-dildo pushed up while the ass-dildo pulled down. When the pussy-dildo was sunk back as deep into Amari as it had been, and the ass-dildo now was now pulled out enough to only have the tip in Amari's ass, both dildos reversed direction simultaneously.

The twin dildos continued their smooth up-and-down rhythm. Since they were working oppositely to one another, Amari had something pushing into her body every second--it just kept switching which of her holes was getting pushed into. It was impossible to brace against or mitigate the thrusting when it alternated like this. There was no escape.
 
The readouts and measurements of Amari's suffering were interesting, but so too was the more visceral direct demonstration. Seeing the way her flat belly bulged out slightly from the pumping of the two extra-thick dildos, seeing the way her new tits jiggled and bounced with her useless struggles, hearing the wonderful sounds she made of pain and pleasure...it was all very much enjoyed by those watching Amari as the second 'test session' proceeded on her.

The readouts, however, suddenly became very interesting when Amari hit her first climax of the session. Her pleasure levels spiked hard, harder than even expected. It wasn't "off the charts"--that wasn't physically possible, their instruments were too good--but it was significantly higher than any reading Amari had given during the first test session. With Amari's sexual inexperience, it was concluded that likely she had never endured an orgasm that intense before, and likely would not again. This data was very carefully measured and archived.

But still, the session was not over. In fact, the thrusting dildos were just beginning. The tiny holes in the surfaces of the dildos leaked out more lubricant just like the drilling-dildos had done to keep things nicely slippery, then they began to speed up after Amari finished crashing from her orgasm. The thrusting dildos started pumping in and out of Amari's overstretched pussy and ass with gradually increasing speed. The veiny texture of the dildos made sure to keep Amari's flesh well-stimulated as they rubbed her inner walls intensely. Gradually, their speed just kept getting higher, and higher.

The speed would continue to climb until Amari hit her second climax. The dildos continued thrusting with speed, extending Amari's climax, until she started to crash down from that one, too. As she did, the dildos actually slowed down, but did not stop. They slowed only just enough cruelly for Amari to catch her breath before they began to speed up again. And this is the routine they set. The fat, thrusting dildos started low, then gained speed and force until another screaming orgasm was torn from Amari's body, then they slowed down to give her just a few moments to collect her senses before they overwhelmed her again. It was clearly on purpose, as it was much, much worse than if they had cranked up to their high settings and stayed there, continuing to thrust hard and fast while she was already senseless with pleasure. Instead, she had to feel herself come back to full awareness, and then endure the feeling of becoming overwhelmed all over again, with less and less time passing between the "come back to awareness" and "fucked silly" phase.

However, with the session all total, these dildos did not go on as long as the drilling-dildos did. After careful monitoring of Amari's brainwaves, the scientist determined that she was just on the cusp of temporarily shutting down entirely again, like she had after the drilling-dildo test. So, the thrusting dildos slowed...and then the one in her ass slowly pulled out like it had been doing all this time...but didn't go back in when only the dildo-tip was inside Amari. It continued pulling back until it *popped* out of her lube-dripping ass. Then the fat dildo in her pussy did the same; pulled back until it was completely out of Amari, leaving her with still the ability to feel what had just been done to her and being at least somewhat aware of her surroundings.

The scientist then walked over to Amari and faced her, while still standing a bit back. "Well! I think that was a good second set of data you gave us. Well done! However, as I said, you would get your choice to leave soon, and now you will. Do you want to decide if you want to leave now?" The scientist asked her calmly. It was possible Amari could catch on to the strange way the scientist was phrasing things, but it was also just as possible she wasn't able to register it.
 
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