orgasm extraction (female)

It was slow, rhythmic, laborious.  Taking into account the large size of the dildos and the concern about avoiding injury, it could hardly have been otherwise.  The audience was transfixed and silent now, even McMasters and Henry Ross had looks of awe on their faces.  Sawing in, sawing out, the dildos pushed the naked girl’s bound body forward, then back, as much as allowed by the cuffs holding her wrists and ankles in place.  Some people glanced from time to time at the MRI image on the wall, each big, thick white cylinder plunging more than halfway into the slender pelvis, then withdrawing to make room for the other one.

       The naked girl breathed in and then exhaled with each thrust as if the wind were being knocked out of her.  Her breathy grunts were in rhythm with the thrusts.  “Huh! .  .  .  Huh! .  .  .  Huh! .  .  .” Her eyes, looking up at the ceiling, alternated between being squeezed shut and staring bug-eyed in a gripping combination of surprise, fear, desperation, and what looked like agony.  Of course the audience knew that she was in no physical pain, and she wasn’t.  They looked down at her shaking legs, and at her wildly flexing toes, and the sweat that was beginning to pour down her face, and then her concave, laboring tummy .  .  .  A couple of them could swear they could see slight bulges appearing as the head of each dildo pushed to its greatest penetration and then withdrew.

       Tami’s tortured mind was trying to pray.  She felt an orgasm begin to crest.  These dildos were in control of her body now, they were dragging her over the waterfall and there was nothing she could do about it.  In front of these bright lights, this audience, including Ross and Winant, every aspect of her body being recorded, minutely observed .  .  .  In her life of exposure and shame, this was the most extreme yet.

       Sensing the imminent orgasm, McMasters moved to the wall and said, “I almost forgot,” then reached over to pull the cover off the electronic counter.

       The first space -- “orgasms” -- flipped to “1” as Miss Tami Smithers lunged up toward the ceiling, to the extent allowed by her bonds, and grunted in a hoarse voice, “P - p - please -- GOD!!!”

       As her body wildly jerked like it was on a string, each spasm was delivered with a wordless shout.  “G - gaah!! .  .  .  Gaah!! .  .  .  Gaah!! .  .  .  Gaah!! .  .  .  Ohhhh!! .  .  . ”  Fortunately the lab was soundproofed.  .  .

       The second slot on the counter kept track at each shout.  “1” changed to “2” and then to “3” .  .  .

       A little while later, a final, somewhat delayed flick to “12”.  Then the naked girl slumped.  A sheen of sweat appeared over her whole body as her skin flushed from head to bare toes.  Her flat tummy heaved in and out as she caught her breath.  But her limp body continued to lurch to and fro as the dildos kept on pistoning and in a few seconds she was quivering again.

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       Orgasms: 8

       Contractions/Last Orgasm: 10

       Total Contractions: 73

       Time Elapsed: 0:26:13

      “Notice that in the interorgasmic periods Miss Smithers has never quite descended from the plateau phase,” McMasters said to his audience, most of whom after almost half an hour were still furiously scribbling notes, trying to take account not only of the sweating, spasming body in front of them but the readouts that flashed on the monitors, the electronic counter, and the movements on the MRI screen.  They briefly rested from their notetaking to listen to these comments by McMasters, his first in several minutes.  “This makes it easy to start the orgasmic cycle all over again. One can see also that Miss Smithers’s expression changes and gives almost as reliable a gauge to the stages of the cycle as do the readouts.  Notice the crying and tortured expressions, typical of many women during sexual excitement.  Mr. Zipkin, what are the insertion parallaxes?”

       Checking his dials and some graphic indicators, Mr. Zipkin reported, “Vaginal averages about 8.5 inches, with standard deviations to 8.3 and 8.7. Shallow mark of 7.9 inches, deep mark of 9.4 inches.  .  .  Rectal averages about 8.9 inches, standard deviations to 8.2 and 9.6, shallow mark of 7.4 inches, deep mark of 10.6 inches.”

       “Very good,” McMasters said.  “What this means is that we have been successful at controlling the depth of penetration within narrow parameters. Her body is pretty well stabilized and the cuffs don’t need to be tightened.  Notice also that the rectal figures vary more widely than the vaginal.  This is to be expected, given the open-ended nature of the digestive tract, whereas with the vagina we are limited by the existence of the fornix.”

       Tami, her face beet red, was recovering from another orgasm.  Her whole body was shining with sweat, which dripped from her chin and in rivers down her tummy.  Her nipples, big and permanently erect, poked out over quivering, drenched breasts.  Her wet hair was plastered to her forehead. Her heavy-lidded eyes, out of focus, looked dully out to the wall.

       “Can I ask the subject something?” one of the women said.

       McMasters looked at the naked girl’s face and then said, “She might not be able to answer, but go ahead.  You’d better come up and speak loudly.”

     The woman made her way up to Tami, crinkling her nose as she encountered the intense smell of sweat and female secretions.  The room was no longer cold; the naked girl’s metabolism had heated it up.  The woman brought her face up near Tami’s.  “Dear?  Miss?”

       Tami, barely conscious of her, turned her head slightly, her eyelids raising the slightest bit.

       “Are you trying to achieve these climaxes, or are you letting the machine do the work for you?” She craned her neck closer, listening for a response.

       Tami tried to form words but could only say, “Uhhhh .  .  .  ”

       “Excuse me?  What did you say?”

       After a couple of seconds, the naked girl repeated, “Uhhhhhh .  .  .  ”

       “It seems like she is not in a condition to speak,” McMasters said.  “At a later stage of these experiments we will research her mental state during arousal and orgasm and to what extent she can mentally function.” The woman raised her eyebrows a bit and went back to her seat.

       After a few more seconds McMasters said, “As Miss Smithers ascends to another orgasm we will add the other component .  .  .  ”

       Brendo got up and reached up to the ceiling and retracted the suction tubes, the ones with the bristly caps to fit over Tami’s nipples.  Feeling another orgasm beginning to build, the naked girl looked up to see what was about to be attached to her and her eyes gently closed in an admission of defeat.

       As Brendo fitted the bristly caps onto her nipples one by one with a twisting motion, McMasters said, “We can expect Miss Smithers’s ninth orgasm to be more prolonged.  .  .  ”

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       Orgasms: 15

       Contractions/Last Orgasm: 8

       Total Contractions: 151

       Time Elapsed: 0:48:22

       The naked girl, lying in a fetal position on the bare stage, snored loudly.  Her skin was clammy and pale and covered with dried sweat.  The only other person in the room, Brendo, was putting away some things at the console.  He went over and shut off the electronic counter, then buttoned his lab coat as he went to look at the thermostat on the wall.  61 degrees. He shut off the air conditioner.  The lab was silent except for the snoring.

       The girl lurched a little bit and her eyes opened.  “Oh,” she said, as if being awakened from a dream, and got up and looked around for a second as if surprised to find herself there.  She looked up at Brendo.  She felt cold.

       The nerdy assistant went up to the stage and took her hand to help her up.  “Good show, Tami.  Take a shower and Mr. McMasters will see you in Lab 5.”

       Experiment, sleep, shower.  This was a routine from the Harridance experiments.  Tami listlessly, a little unsteadily, got up and walked out of the lab, her pussy and ass sore, trying to ignore her shame at the fart sounds as air escaped from her well-opened pussy and rectum.  Out in the hall she was almost oblivious to the students passing by gazing at her naked body.  She entered the large bathroom and planted herself under the shower, feeling the welcome hot water as it hit her scalp and ran down her body.  As she became more alert she started crying, sucking water into her mouth with her sobs, then crouching down into a ball under the hot cascade, hands over her mouth, eyes staring out with horror at what she remembered in her mind’s eye, thinking of what she had been through, what people had seen.  After a few moments she calmed down and stood up, shut off the shower, dried herself with the little rough towel hanging nearby, and after clutching the towel to her breasts for a moment with longing, dropped it onto the sink and walked out.