Thread: The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

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.