Thread: The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

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.