He laughed harshly. "Hurt you! I wouldn't dream of inflicting any pain on my research assistant."
She didn't like the sound of those words, but she was in no position to complain. Even when he fastened her wrists in the leather cuffs on the table, she didn't complain. A faint cry of disbelief escaped her lips when he spread her legs wide and hoisted her ankles up into the metal stirrups again.
How she hated this tablet! It was so degrading being widely spread open and exposed for anyone who wanted to fuck her. Her cunt lips actually hurt from the separation of her legs. But she kept her silence. She had made a deal with him. No complaints in return for his not binding her hands under her body.
She was beginning to wonder about the wisdom of that bargain when he ripped the thin gown from her body, leaving her stark naked on the table.
He leered at her, then stroked over her quivering body. The flesh under his fingers rippled with gooseflesh.
"Cold? I'll see that you're heated up soon, my dear, darling little slave. Oh, how you'll be hot!"
She cried out when he applied the cold electrical conducting paste to her forehead. He continued smearing it all over her tits, especially on her nipples. Then he fastened on the electrodes.
"Wh-what are you going to do? You're not going to electrocute me, are you?"
"No, no, nothing like that. I just want to record your responses when the experiment begins. These record, not give."
When he fastened the electrodes on her head, it wasn't too bad. But the cold metal made her shiver when he pressed them into each of her nipples.
"I want to see what really happens at the tips of your tits when you have the living hell fucked out of you."
"But… but you won't be able to get it up!" she blurted. Instantly, she regretted it, even if it was true.
"Don't worry about that. I'm here simply to record your responses, nothing more. Others will fuck you. Many, many others will gang bang you."
She went icy all over. When a meter behind her buzzed, she knew he was already recording her responses.
"Very good," he said. "You almost peaked with that one. Fear, I think. Now we will see what pleasure does to you."
She lifted her head and saw a half dozen doctors filing into the room. They were muttering among themselves, then one of them said loud enough for her to hear, "Goddamn, but Art sure as hell has some fine ass up here. I never thought the old boy got his jollies this way. But I'm glad he does!" The others seemed to agree.
"Doctor Reinhardt, will you give her some of the laughing gas?" asked Doctor Wilson. "Not enough to put her out. Just enough so she can relax."
She fought but the man stuffed a gas mask over her nose. She tried holding her breath but that didn't work. She heard the hissing of the gas, then she felt as if she were floating away from her body. She was giddy, a little sick to her stomach.
Then she was completely separate from reality. Nothing about her was real any more. She could see the men gawking at her, one of them even running gentle fingers around her bristly cunt lips, but she wasn't really there. All of it was a product of her drifty mind.
"I think that should do her. She seems to be enjoying the laughing gas. Tell a joke, Doctor."
Peggy heard the words but didn't understand them. But they were funny and she couldn't keep herself from laughing hysterically.
"Enough. I concur, Doctor," came another voice.
"Fuck away, gentlemen. I will monitor her reactions on our valuable electronic equipment."
One of the men chuckled, then asked, "Who first?"
"Suit yourselves. I might suggest that, in the state she's in, you might try as many as four at a time."
There was more laughter, which Peggy didn't understand. But she was feeling so good, she joined in.
Then she gasped. Distant, a cock had prodded into her pussy lips. It was as if those cunt lips belonged to someone else but she was still feeling them, getting the full impact of a long, erect cock fucking into her body.
Then came the squishy noise of a cock reaming out a well-juiced twat. She realized from the waves of sensation rippling through her belly that she was being fucked by someone. Just who, she didn't know. It had to be one of the doctors that her master had brought in.
Her master? She shook her head. She was a free woman. She lived in the United States of America. She wasn't anyone's slave.
But her master had commanded her and she must obey. Otherwise, he would punish her. It was all too confused. She decided to simply lie back and enjoy the feel of the prick fucking her so avidly.
"God, she is a tight one," came a voice.
"Yes, and look at the meters. She's close to an orgasm right now. I didn't know you had that hot a prick, Ken."
Another laugh, then she felt a long, hard cock pressing into one hand. The command, "Stroke it" made her react. A cock in her hand. She could give this man a hand job while the other was fucking her so wantonly. With her legs spread apart, what better thing could she hope for?
Another prick was placed in her other palm. She now had cock in both hands and her cunt. This was living. But still it didn't stop. Another climbed up onto the table and squatted down so that his prick dangled just inches away from her lips. The cock was bouncing and slowly stiffening as she watched. It was getting too hard to remember what she should be doing.
Stroking cock with each hand was nice, but should she suck on this man's prick, too? While the other one was still fucking her tight little cunt? The orders came: "Suck his prick. Hurry!"
She strained her neck and managed to capture just the tip of the purpled knob in her mouth. Her tongue was becoming used to pulling in more and more prick without using her hands. She managed to tease his prick to a semi-erect state, then bobbed her head forward and gulped in half of it.
"Christ, if I hadn't seen this with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Art, you're a genius!"
"I know. Look at her. Wanton and completely willing to do whatever I tell her. She's jerking off two men, letting another fuck her and all the time, she's sucking on a nice, hard prick. She's a marvel of the modem world. And look at the meters! She's already pegging the needles!"
She didn't care if she was pegging needles or not. All she knew was that she had more than she could handle. Her fingers were clamped firmly around jerking, straining prick. Her fingers managed a massage and caress the entire length of each man's prick.
Then she went down lower and began playing with their balls. This made both of the doctor's moan and move, just a little closer to the table. They were obviously turned on by the way she fondled their balls, made their cocks into hard fucking tools and brought them to the edge of orgasm.
"God, I haven't gotten off this fast since I was fifteen years old!" exclaimed one of the men. She felt his prick buck and dance, then hot gooey cum ran down between her fingers.
"SO move out of the way and let me in!"
She barely noticed a brand new prick being shoved into her jism-covered hand. The number of men in the room was growing. She had see five or six come in, and now there were an even dozen.
She sucked harder on the man's prick. He was leaning forward so that he could drive his cock directly into her face. She didn't mind if he face-fucked her. In fact, she liked it, wanted it.
It made Doctor Wilson happy. And whatever made him happy, pleased her. She was his to command. No matter how degrading, if he asked, she'd do it without question.
The man she was jerking off in her right hand came. Another moved immediately to take his place. She was beginning to enjoy this more and more. The feel of the hot, creamy jizz all over her hand stimulated her almost as much as the bucking cock she held lightly between her lips.
Her tongue rolled and caressed the very tip of the cock in her mouth. She wasn't able to suck much harder than she was doing. She needed more and more air. The dizzy feeling was going away but she was still floating a little bit from the gas they'd given her.