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From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Expermnt (01/12)  "The Experiment"
Date: 23 Jan 1996 14:29:51 GMT
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     WARNING - The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do
not read any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be the "TheEditor."





The Experiment



Chapter 1

     Lisa Carter skillfully maneuvered the cream-colored Austin Healey 
convertible over the winding country road past the white-fenced fields, 
and through the open gateway that led to the dorm area of Fairmount 
College.  As the sportscar approached the parking lot, she geared down 
from third into second and brought it to a sliding halt.  Not bothering to 
open the low slung door, she swung one long sun tanned leg and then the 
other over the side of the car, showing her softly rounded calves and 
lower thighs beneath the short pleated skirt that draped loosely from her 
hips.
     The brilliant Saturday afternoon sun beat down on her uncovered head, 
lighting up the shimmering strands of her long golden hair with bright 
streaks of yellow-white light.  Her wide-set gray eyes, now flickering 
with sparks of anger, unconsciously squinted against the bright sunlight 
as she made her way to her room.
     A mixture of angry frustration engulfed her thoughts as she proceeded 
to mechanically climb up the long narrow stairway of her dorm.  How could 
Mark be so thoughtless about her feelings on this of all weekends?  How 
could he?  Her anger mounted with each step she took to the top of the 
stairway.  She could still picture Mark in her mind, waving good-bye to 
her from the train window.  It was just an hour ago that she left him at 
the station and then her anger was momentarily absorbed by the emptiness 
she felt when he wasn't with her.  But now that was pushed away by the 
disappointment she felt about him not being here for the dance tonight.  
This was the night of the Annual Presentation Ball given to introduce the 
girls of Fairmount to the men students at the nearby university.  It had a 
special meaning to her because it was a year ago at this dance that she 
had first met Mark.  She had looked forward to this special evening for 
weeks and had even picked out a new chiffon gown in Mark's favorite color.  
Now that was all over, after all the planning there was to be no dance, no 
Mark . . . just a lonely evening in her room while everyone else was off 
enjoying themselves.
     The phone call from his mother came Thursday night and it was just 
yesterday morning that he reluctantly told her he would have to go home 
for her birthday dinner.  His mother had a weak heart and was easily 
excitable, Lisa thought as her anger began to fade.  She knew he couldn't 
say no to her  . . . the doctor had warned Mark not to upset her in any 
way.  Lisa sudden got mad at herself for being so selfish when she 
realized that Mark had no other choice but to go home this weekend.  There 
would be other times together, other dances. 
     When she entered her room, Kathy, her roommate, was waiting for her.  
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were ill," she said as she watched 
Lisa slump down in the cushioned chair by the window.
     "I'd rather be ill than the way I feel right now," Lisa murmured as 
she gazed out the window at the rolling green hills behind the dorm.  She 
could feel tears of disappointment swelling in her eyelids and bursting in 
small trickles down her flushed cheeks.
     "Don't sit here all day and mope Lisa," Kathy said as she made her 
way to the bathroom.  "Besides, Mark can't help it if he forgot about the 
plans for his mother's birthday.  And you know anyway by Monday you and 
Mark will make up like you always do, so why be miserable all weekend?  
Look . . . why don't you come to the dance with Pete and me."
     Kathy disappeared into the bathroom and began filling the tub with 
steaming water that fogged the small room with a thick mist.
     "You should try this new French bath oil, Lisa, it smells 
sensational," her voice penetrated through the steam curtain and continued 
on.  "What do you say about the dance?"
     "Thanks Kathy, but I don't feel right going there without Mark.  I 
haven't dated anyone else for months."
     "Maybe that's your big problem," she called out from the bathroom.  
Then added with a tone of practicality, "The way I look at it, you two 
aren't even engaged yet . . . which is all right because you're both too 
young anyway.  The point is that there's no obligation on your side to 
hang around here all night while everyone's at the dance.  So quit 
arguing, you're coming with us."
     "Do you think Peter would mind taking me along?" Lisa asked with a 
sudden change of heart.
     "Don't be silly," she called out over the splashing noise of the 
shower, "and once we get there, you'll see how much fun you've been 
missing while you were out of circulation."
     "Ok, I'll go," Lisa responded, "but I don't want to get around any of 
those wild friends of Peter's.  You know what I mean Kathy . . .  I like 
Peter, but I've heard so many stories around school about the wild 
drinking parties at his fraternity."
     "That's ridiculous!" Kathy defended, coming out of the bathroom with 
a huge terry-cloth towel draped around her youthful body.  "Besides, the 
wild ones always tame down at a formal party.  And don't forget, you'll be 
with Pete and me, so quit making up excuses and start getting ready."

*    *    *

     Lisa's formal clung to the perspiration on her body as she groped her 
way through the crowded dance floor to the bathroom.  It was past midnight 
and the large ballroom was getting increasingly hot and stuffy.  She 
wondered dimly if her dizziness was caused from fatigue alone, for she had 
seen Peter sneak in a bottle of Vodka, and was liberally dispersing it 
into the drinks on their table.  Although she had refused his offer, she 
might have accidentally picked up the wrong glass while he and Kathy were 
on the dance floor.
     The bathroom was packed with girls primping in front of the mirror-
lined walls, giggling and sharing confidences through their alcohol 
stimulated excitement.  One girl was hanging over the sink, her mouth 
slack, with her lipstick smeared over the edges and on her chin.
     "Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick again.  God, my mother will 
kill me if I go home like this," the toilet bowl.
     Lisa could feel the nausea running through her body and to her throat 
as the other girl heaved in the stall next to her.  She was sorry now that 
she had come to the dance and she missed Mark more than ever.  I've got to 
get out of here, she thought as she made her way out of the room and back 
to the table.  Things are really getting out of hand this year.  Even with 
her mild disgust of the other girls, she couldn't help but smile at what 
Miss Hendrick's reaction would be if she knew what was going on now.  As 
Girl's Dean, she helped arrange all of the social functions connected with 
Fairmount College, and prided herself on the close discipline she held 
over her girls.
     She was suddenly jarred from her thoughts as a hot hand came into 
contact with her elbow.
     "Hey, it's my turn now Lisa," Carl Shankey, one of Peter's friends 
slurred, as he sidled up to her for the fourth time in the last hour.  
"You've been turning me down all night, and I'm beginning to think that 
you don't like me at all."
     Carl had a crooked grin on his face, and had obviously been drinking 
heavily.  His tie was dangling to one side from the unsnapped neck of his 
formal shirt and his breath was rancid with alcohol and tobacco.  His 
brown close set eyes boldly scanned her body as he talked to her.  Lisa 
cringed inwardly at the thought of him holding her while they danced.
     "I have to go home now, Carl.  Some other time," she replied with a 
tone of forced gaiety.  She then tried to pass him, but he blocked her way 
and nudged her against the wall.
     "Go home with who," he sneered.  "Who are you going home with Lisa?"  
He let his head roll back with a drunken chuckle, then brought it back up 
with a jerk that brought his thick lips so close to hers that they 
slightly grazed her delicate skin as he spoke.  "With Mark?  Well now, you 
can't do that can you?  He's gone home to see his mommy."
     Lisa stiffened her body, sickened by his presence and tried to move 
around him.  "Carl, you're drunk, leave me alone."
     "I'll leave you alone if you can tell me what that mama's boy can 
show you that I can't.  Come on, we're going to dance then we'll talk 
about whose taking you home."
     Lisa felt her body go limp as he pulled her to the dance floor.  Carl 
was mean when he was sober and cruelly aggressive when he was drunk.  He 
was also unpredictable when he was angry and she was afraid of him, even 
in this crowd.  As he pushed his way through the dancers to the middle of 
the floor, Lisa looked around for Peter or Kathy for help.  Carl stopped 
suddenly and locked his arm tightly around her waist pressing her body 
against his.  Other bodies around them pushed up against them forcing them 
together as the band began to play.
     The music was slow and heady, and Carl, in his drunken stupor began 
to undulate his body against hers to the rhythm of the song.  His face was 
pressed to the side of her ear and his hot heaving breath sent cold chills 
tingling from her neck to her spine.  She felt breathless and woozy and 
tried to back away from him, but his pressure against her body remained 
secure and unyielding. 
     "Carl, I can't breath, let me go."
     "Mmmmmmmm, listen to that soft sexy music, Lisa.  Doesn't it do 
anything for you?"  Carl continued his animal like gyrating against her, 
ignoring her pleas.  His right arm began to slide slowly up from her small 
waist, reaching under her upraised arm to caress her round, firm breast.  
Lisa stiffened her body, not knowing what to do.  If she moved to push him 
away, the struggle would attract the attention of the other dancers.  She 
lowered her arm and pressed it tightly to her side, blocking his creeping 
fingers, and pinning them to the side of her body as they continued to 
dance.  Still not discouraged, Carl removed his other hand from her waist 
and cupped it around the mounds of her buttocks, clasping and unclasping 
at them through the filmy gown while he continued to grind his body 
against hers to the tempo of the music.  Lisa gasped in surprise.  With 
utter repugnance, she could feel the hardness of his growing penis burning 
hotly on her thigh, even through the folds of her dress.
     She gave a strong lurch and broke his hold on her, leaving him 
standing in the middle of the dance floor with a dazed look on his face.  
Her eyes searched frantically around the room for Peter and Kathy.  To her 
relief, she could see them heading for the table and hurried over to meet 
them before Carl could catch up with her.  Kathy waved as she and Peter 
made their way over to her.
     Lisa was leaning over to get her purse and coat when Carl came up 
behind her and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around to face him.
     "You little tease," he hissed through his teeth.  "I can buy you, 
your old man, and that mama's boy of yours with my week's allowance," he 
spat at her as he released her wrist and flung it back at her.
     Lisa couldn't reply, but stared back at him as though mesmerized by 
his hateful stare.
     His eyes were ablaze and his face contorted with rage.  Lisa could 
feel the shock waves of panic vibrating through her.  His anger frightened 
her, and even in this crowded room, she was not sure he would not try to 
revenge himself on her for her rather unceremonious rebuff of his drunken 
advances.
     "Hey, Carl old buddy," Peter chimed in, unaware of the conversation 
that preceded his entrance, "are you having a good time?"  He laughed and 
slapped Carl on the back in a gesture of camaraderie.
     "Ah go to hell," Carl snarled as he pushed away from him and stumbled 
out into the crowd.
     "What's with him?" Peter asked, then dismissing the subject, turned 
to Lisa "how about the neat dance," he asked, bowing down and waving his 
arm out in a clown-like manner.
     Lisa said nothing, still numbed by Carl's tantrum.
     "Hey, Lisa," he persisted, "didn't you hear me, I just ask you for a 
dance."
     "Yes, you two go ahead, I'm beat," Kathy said as she dropped down 
into the nearest chair.
     "Huh?  I'm sorry, what did you say?" Lisa asked as she turned back to 
Peter and Kathy.  She felt bloodless as she watched Carl disappear back 
into the crowd and his vicious words were still ringing in her ears.  They 
had shocked her beyond feeling.  How could he say such horrible things?  
Oh Mark, I'm sorry I came here, why can't you be with me now, she thought, 
as the closeness of the room and noise sent her head reeling.
     "Kathy, I just have to get out of here, would you and Peter mind 
taking me back to the dorm now?"
     "Ah, Christ, Lisa, I don't want to drive all the way back there now," 
Peter argued, "besides we were going to drop by an after party just down 
the street.  We promised the group we would, so let's stop by for a while 
and then go back.  Ok?"
     Since Lisa had no other way of getting home that night, she 
reluctantly agreed to go with them.
     The cool night breeze rustled through the golden strands of Lisa's 
long flowing hair as she made her way alone down the dark pathway to 
Peter's car, which was parked at the far side of the road.  Tears of 
frustration streamed down her cheeks as she half-stumbled, half-ran 
through the darkness trying to control the fury building up inside of her.  
The "after party" had turned out to be even wilder than the dance, and 
when she tried to find Peter and Kathy, someone had slyly remarked about 
them disappearing to one of the back bedrooms.  Now, she had no choice but 
to wait for them out in Peter's car and try to get some sleep.
     Inside the car, she regained control of her feelings.  The peaceful 
calm of the night compared to the frantic crowd of sweating bodies back at 
the house helped to soothe her shaking body.  Making a pillow out of her 
coat, she decided to rest in the back seat.  Lying there, she could hear 
the scattered trills from the night birds in the nearby grove.  Not too 
far away, the piercing mating growl of a tom cat could be heard.  These 
sounds soon blended into one as her nerve-racked body found a troubled but 
deep sleep.
     Later, Lisa suddenly awoke with a start.  The car was rolling and had 
come to a quick stop at the bottom of the hill in a thick grove of trees.  
A dark figure leaned over the steering wheel in the front seat, guiding 
the car to a halt under a huge low-hanging pepper tree. 
     It was Carl Shankey!
     Oh God!  she thought.  What's he doing, and how did he get the keys 
to Peter's car?
     "Carl," she gasped, "what are you doing?  How did you get the keys?"
     "No keys, baby," he slurred, "just smarts.  A simple matter of 
slipping the brake and coasting down to this cozy little grove.  Isn't 
that a kick?"  As he spoke, a low cruel laugh could be heard building up 
in his voice.  There was no doubt now in Lisa's mind of his sinister 
intentions to revenge himself for her actions back at the dance.
     Fighting back the panic, she lunged for the door and pushed down on 
the handle, but Carl, anticipating such a move, reached out and in one 
swift movement grabbed a handful of her long hair, snapping her neck back 
and forcing her back down on the seat.  He swung his legs over the front 
seat and slid down beside her, sitting near her head with his hand 
entwined around the clump of hair at the base of her neck.  He tightened 
his grip on it and pulled back sharply, bringing her terror-stricken gaze 
in line with his.  His head was close to hers, the smell of Scotch 
overpowering her dazed mind.  She struggled and tried to loosen his grip, 
but without success.
     "That was so uncool, Lisa," he whispered.  "A very uncool move.  You 
know you're going to get fucked don't you, so you might as well relax and 
enjoy it.  That's what they say isn't it?"
     Lisa stared back at him, unblinking, her body frozen to the seat.  
Hysteria swept over her as the grim realization that she was totally at 
his mercy penetrated her tortured thoughts.
     "Well, isn't it," he hissed pulling down harder on her hair, "isn't 
it?"
     "Y-Yes, it is . . . it is," Lisa choked, out, tears clouding her 
vision.  "Carl . . . please . . . please let me go."
     "Let you go, why Lisa baby, you may not believe me now, but I'm doing 
you a big favor.  Yes, a big favor.  Just wait, you'll see."
     Lisa began to struggle violently, contorting her body and kicking 
back trying to free herself from his hold.  Carl lifted his arm and struck 
down viciously at her face with his open hand, slapping it from side to 
side till she felt stunned and ready to black out.  He lifted himself off 
the seat and sat sideways on the flat of her stomach, his weight smashing 
her body cruelly down into the seat.  Hysterical sobs of pain and fear 
began bubbling uncontrollably from her tortured lips.
     "Go ahead, make all the noise you want," he snickered, "nobody's 
going to hear you way down here.  Jees, are you stupid anyway.  All the 
girls are begging for it back at the house, and here you are wasting all 
your strength fighting me."
     As he talked, he removed his dinner jacket, and flung it over the 
front seat.  He began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt until it was 
half way unbuttoned, then impatiently jerked back on the rest of the 
material, ripping it open.  Lisa could feel a hot burning from his crotch 
and a hardness spreading heat over her belly and down to the rising mound 
between her legs.  She jerked helplessly against him as he removed his 
shirt and pinioned her arms in back of her head.
     "I'm getting real tired of trying to humor you baby," he rasped in 
her ear, as he wound the material of his torn shirt around her wrists.  
"My prick is so hard right now it just might shoot all over you, if you 
don't quit squirming."
     He reached behind her, unrolled the side window, and lifting his 
weight from her body, jerked up her bound wrists, placed them on the edge 
of the window and rolled it back up, trapping her arms behind her.
     "Aghhhhhhhhhhh!" Lisa's piercing shriek cut through the dark night, 
as a hot flash of pain rippled down her arms, sending quivering muscle 
spasms through her back and legs.
     Carl leaned back and sat on the side of the seat, panting from the 
exertion of the struggle
     "Christ, you make a lot of noise," he muttered pulling a handkerchief 
from his back pocket.  "You almost scared me soft that time Lisa, and 
right now that's the last thing I want to happen.  Open your mouth," he 
commanded and he pushed the cloth hard against her tightly clenched lips.
     "I said open it, damnit."  He clamped his forefinger and thumb 
cruelly down on her nostrils and she held her breath for as long as she 
could, moaning in protest at this harsh attack on her lips.  Until finally 
she could stand it no longer, and opened her mouth to suck hungrily at the 
air to relieve her almost bursting lungs.
     Carl was ready, and he jammed the cloth into her gasping mouth, 
prodding it deep inside, gagging her.  Lisa's body writhed beneath his 
uncontrollably as she choked and heaved, nauseated at the thought of what 
was occurring to her helplessly bound body.
     "You asked for it, baby.  You ask for it.  I told you I was tired of 
fighting.  Yeh, begging and pleading and fighting.  But no more, do you 
hear me clear, no more."  Carl leaned back again and wiped the sweat from 
his forehead with his forearm.  Lisa's moans were now a muffled echo and 
she let her body go limp, exhausted from the violent struggle.  Her thin, 
delicate wrists ached and throbbed in the window above her, and when she 
tried to move her body in protest, the pain intensified a thousand-fold.
     Carl placed his hand on the cleavage between her firm pointed 
breasts, and stroked at the two fleshy mounds, gradually massaging them 
into hardness.  And then, with a sudden jerk of his wrists, he pulled her 
strapless gown down to her waist and unsnapped her bra.  Her breasts burst 
free from their imprisonment, and rose pulsating and white in the 
moonlight.  Her tiny bud-like nipples peaked hard involuntarily from this 
sudden exposure to the cool night air.
     "Ohhhh," he marveled, sucking in his breath, "you are a woman, yes 
you are, yes you are."  He muttered as he dropped his head and ran his 
thick, moist lips hungrily over her breasts, his saliva drooling hotly 
down his chin and onto her trembling flesh.  He began to suck like a 
piglet on her right nipple, bringing it to a hard, quivering point.  Then 
he worked on her left nipple, until it too was stiff and rigid from the 
unsolicited stimulation of his obscenely sucking mouth.
     And, in spite of her revulsion, strange sensations rippled through 
Lisa's body, penetrating the tortured haze that clouded her mind.  An 
expanding heat-filled wave licked at her body as his wild, voracious 
sucking continued for a seeming eternity.
     Oh God, what's happening to me, . . . oh, Mark, someone, help me, . . 
.. help me now, her thoughts raced incoherently through her mind.  A 
stifled sob racked her body and burst forth through the saliva-soaked gag 
in her mouth.
     "What's wrong baby," Carl murmured as he looked up at her with a 
dazed look on his face.  He seemed completely unaware of what he was 
doing.  Nothing mattered to his drunken mind except to satiate his burning 
desire to use and humiliate the defenseless body of the girl who had 
spurned him earlier.  But now, he paused momentarily and gazed down into 
her gray wide-set eyes, dilated by fear into two great terror stricken 
pools.  A softness came into his voice.
     "Oh, baby . . .  I don't want to hurt you, you know that, don't you?  
Here, let me help you," he mumbled as he reached behind him at her balled-
up coat and placed it behind her head.  He leaned back and inserted his 
trembling hands under her chiffon gown following the fullness of her 
thighs up to the tight elastic of her panties.  Then, running his fingers 
between the taut band and the soft, white flesh of her waist, he began to 
knead at her belly until the tautness released into a soft yielding mass 
of helplessness.
     "Ohhh . . . that's it, nice and mellow and easy, Lisa," he slurred as 
he bunched her gown up to her waist and leaned low over her throbbing 
cunt.  He slipped her panties down to her ankles and stroked greedily at 
the moist, open lips of flesh between her thighs Lisa groaned in 
humiliation at the sudden more intimate touch and suddenly recovering her 
composure, she without warning, jackknifed her legs and kicked up at his 
lust filled face.  Her toes caught him under the chin and flipped his head 
hard against the window behind him.  He grunted in surprise and forced 
himself back over her wildly thrashing body.  In blind anger at her 
resistance, he drove his closed fist down on her unprotected belly, 
sending the wind from her lungs, the impact vibrating through her entire 
body, and cracking her shoulders hard against the metal on the door frame.
     "Ugggghhhhh," he groaned.  "You bitch!  Do you want your ankles 
rolled up in the other window," he gasped as he grabbed at her throat.
     Lisa shook her head violently, barely standing the pain that shot 
down her arms.  He released his hands from her throat and leaned back, 
kneading at his crotch.
     "Now you've done it . . .  I've gone soft."  As he spoke he reached 
over the front seat and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his dinner 
jacket.  He pulled out his lighter and started to light the cigarette, now 
dangling from his slack mouth, then paused and ran the light from the 
flame over the exposed view of her open vagina.  He lowered the flame 
close to the bunched up material around her waist.
     "You'd make a beautiful torch, Lisa," he said in a lowered menacing 
tone as his sadistic eyes gleamed down on her behind the flickering flame 
from the butane lighter.
     Her eyes widened with renewed fear, forgetting the pain that left her 
breathless from his savage blow.  She cringed up to the side of the window 
that held her arms prisoner, shaking her head from side to side.
     "No, no . . . she says," he chanted, "no she wouldn't like that at 
all."  He lowered the flame and touched it to a stray pubic hair between 
her thighs, and watched it shrivel and disintegrate into a sparse 
smoldering ash.
     "See, you're just a fragile little nothing," he sneered, "you could 
go up just like that," he added as he snapped his fingers in the air.
     He put the lighter to the tip of his cigarette and inhaled deeply 
letting the smoke curl through his clenched teeth.  In the moonlight, his 
eyes scanned the crests of her breasts heaving and contracting, and her 
thighs molded roundly against the leather of the car seat.  His patience 
ended.  He couldn't stand looking at her helpless waiting body like that 
and he reached back impatiently and stubbed out his cigarette in the 
ashtray on the side of the seat.  His breath became heavier as he surveyed 
the helpless virginal feast spread on the seat in front of him.  A small 
gasp of further impatience escaped his lips and he removed his pants and 
let them fall to the floor of the car.  Grabbing savagely at her limp 
legs, he pulled them wide apart and without waiting knelt between them.
     Lisa moaned in helpless fright as she saw his throbbing cock standing 
hard and erect from his paunchy body.  She had never seen anything so 
horrible or frightening in her life.  In the moonlight, she could see the 
pulsating veins surging towards the large head that was tipped with the 
moistness of his escaping seminal fluid and she prayed for unconsciousness 
to free her from this lewd and hideous sight.  Carl laughed out loud as he 
saw the growling fear in her eyes.  He was going to fuck this snobby bitch 
shitless and there was nothing she could do to stop him.  He leaned 
forward, his mouth hanging loosely open, his eyes devouring the sight of 
her swollen breasts and swooping down to the full roundness of her thighs 
and smooth, white belly now rising and falling with rapidity as the 
helpless girl fought to breathe through her panic.
     He circled his arms around her narrow trembling waist and crushed his 
body tightly against hers.
     "Nooo, nooooooo," she groaned through the gag in her mouth as she 
felt his hands probing around the opening of her vagina.  She tried to 
press her thighs together in defense but it was hopeless.  He had her body 
pinioned so hard against the seat that her desperate struggles were 
useless.  Her mind fought against the reality of the vile tormentor now 
working over her and the hot sharp pain that his hard thick fingers 
brought to the lips of her quivering vagina.
     She cringed and bucked her hips upward to escape his searching hands,

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From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Expermnt (02/12)  "The Experiment"
Date: 23 Jan 1996 14:30:48 GMT
Message-ID: <grobert-2301960636440001@ppp-13.ts-3.la.idt.net>

but Carl vengefully thrust his middle finger down past the lips of her 
cunt and pushed it harshly deeper and deeper into her virginal passage 
that clamped tightly around it in a hopeless act of defense.
     "Aghhhhhhhh!"  The smothered scream of pain expanded from her lungs 
and pushed out through her tightly clenched teeth.
     He laughed and pushed deeper until the palm of his hand pressed down 
flat against the open lips of her cunt, and ground his finger round and 
round until Lisa's body was almost screaming from pain.  She felt no 
resistance, but only the surging torment that rocked from her pelvis up to 
her tightly bound wrists and out through the clenched fingers of her soft, 
delicate hands.  She was a tightly strung puppet, a slave to the 
maneuvering body over her brutally fingering through her shattered maiden 
head to the deepest depths of her womb.
     The helplessness of this beautiful doll-like body beneath him 
engulfed Carl's body in lustful flames of uncontrolled passion.  A passion 
that stimulated him beyond belief and at the same time held him in 
paralyzed ecstasy, fleetingly held him back from satiating his tormenting 
drive.  He could think of nothing but plunging his burning cock deep into 
her liquid depths and drowning the hot desire burning inside him.
     A moist sucking noise resounded through the car as he pulled his 
thick finger from her cunt.  He reached down to his erected penis and 
sliding forward between her widespread legs, pushed the swollen, throbbing 
head up against the lips of her vagina.
     Leaning over with the flat of his hand on her belly, he pushed his 
pelvis downward aiming at the slight opening hiding beneath the hair-lined 
lips of her cunt.  Lisa felt a surge of pain in her arms as he pulled her 
body closer on him only to be rocked again a moment later by a searing, 
driving pain deep between her long thrashing legs.  It was pushing and 
driving at her cuntal opening like a battering ram, brutally tearing at 
the quivering lips and then on past them into the helplessly contracting 
walls of her widely stretched vaginal passage.  Lisa groaned piteously, 
pushed her hips against the brutal intruder burning inside her but the 
evasive movement only incited her lust-maddened rapist to new heights, and 
he gave a powerful in-thrust with his pelvis, sinking his cock deep inside 
her heaving belly.
     The brutal impalement between her legs left her windless as her 
silent scream gasped through the gag in her mouth.  Carl now crouched over 
her with his swollen spear nesting motionless far up inside her cunt.  His 
face was buried in the clefts of her delicately rounded upraised breasts.  
He began to rapidly move his mouth from one mound to the other, licking 
and sucking at her flesh in a maniacal frenzy that sent lightening shafts 
of sensation coursing wildly through her heaving chest.
     Lisa bucked and writhed her body against her cruel tormentor in 
trembling protest of the brutal rape.  Her movements drove him on.
     "That's it baby, that's it . . . move me . . . aghhhhh . . . move me 
more . . ." he gurgled through the hot thick saliva drooling down the 
corners of his lips on over the mounds of her breasts and swirling in 
rivulets, down to the reservoir of her soft white belly.  Gasping and 
panting with delight Carl began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out 
of the soft confines of her wet, open vagina.  His fingers gripped her 
soft rounded thighs with sadistic strength, hurting her, squeezing groans 
of intense pain from her tortured throat as she struggled helplessly 
beneath him.  He could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside her cuntal 
passage spread before the sensitive, engorged head of his prick.
     Suddenly Carl had a feeling of absolute power over the doll-like 
figure twisting in total subjection below him.  He gritted his teeth and 
began fucking her m and out with long, hard lunges that seemed to ignite 
his passion to the tips of his toes.
     Aaaagggh!  Lisa strangled through clenched teeth.  Her vaginal 
passage was on fire.  The great penis pounding into her felt like a giant 
skewer drilling deep into her belly.  She began to struggle in a vain 
attempt to escape the cruel impalement, swinging her buttocks violently, 
but it was no use.  Carl skewered into her up to the hilt, jamming his 
rock hard cock into her with abandoned delight.  He reached frantically 
around under her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to ram his 
balls into the slit of her behind bouncing jerkily in spastic motions like 
a bronco buster on a wild stallion.
     The creaking car seat gave beneath her to the lunging cock thrusting 
deep inside her hot liquid passage and mixed with her tormentor's 
passionate groans that were now reaching a crescendo in her pounding 
brain.  She thought he was going to split her wide apart as the battering 
penis plunged into her harder and harder until it felt like it was 
burrowing all the way up to her throat.  Her half-conscious mind fought 
violently against the torment of the hot probe, fighting against the lewd 
thought of it raping her throbbing womb.  Thoughts of pain, humiliation, 
and Mark, the boy she was going to marry, swirled through her.  "Nooo, 
noooooo, please," she moaned pleadingly beneath his bucking form.
     She could see Carl's face in the moonlight, his mouth agape with 
masochistic pleasure.  "Uuuuuuughh!" she grunted as he continued buffeting 
her mercilessly down against the creaking car seat.
     He drove his cock deep inside her as her legs waved out helplessly in 
the air on either side of his plunging body.
     "Agggggghhhh . . . ahhhh . . . ahhhhh," he moaned as he ceaselessly 
rammed his thick cock deep into her white, screaming belly with long cruel 
jabs.  He could feel the hot jet stream begin in his inflated balls and 
race headlong down the length of his throbbing cock.  He was ready to 
explode!  He gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he spewed wildly out 
the glands into the depths of her womb, filling her completely and 
overflowing his juices out the hair covered lips of her quivering cunt.  
The huge instrument jerked and twitched to its completion, white hot 
spurts of semen foaming out the fleshy lips around the base of his cock, 
drenching the soft matted pubic hair it was buried in.
     His huge body collapsed on her trembling form in total exhaustion, 
and he lay heaving and panting, burying his head in the tresses of her 
long golden hair.  When he recovered his breath he leaned back and took a 
long lewd look at her cringing broken body.  He could see the wet matted 
hair of her well fucked opening glistening wetly in the faint light.  It 
ran down the inner thighs of her legs and dripped in tiny rivulets down on 
the rough woven material of the car seat.  But even so, he wasn't 
satisfied with just her forced surrender, it was too quick.  He had to 
have more of her, had to hear her plead and scream again and again before 
he could be sure the snobby little bitch had learned her lesson well.
     Carl grinned obscenely to himself as lewd thoughts ran through his 
sex-crazed mind of the fate of the sobbing beauty that was his complete 
prisoner to do with as he wished.  He began to run his fingers hungrily 
over the softness of her flesh.  Her beauty was truly astounding.  The 
sight of her like this, mixed with the pungent smell of her cuntal fluid, 
drove his cock to a new and greater hardness.  He moved his head down to 
the narrow pink slit between her thighs and began licking and sucking 
greedily at her cunt.  Stiffening his tongue, he drove the full length of 
it in her and then back up over the fluted, pink edges of her vaginal lips 
and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her pubic mound.
     Lisa cringed and visibly shuddered from the strange stimulation that 
was being forced upon her ravaged private parts.  The sensation grew in 
intensity till a strange bulking in her loins softly permeated her entire 
body.  A low almost submissive moan gurgled from deep in her throat.  Carl 
sensed her body's response to his manipulations and drew his head up as he 
slid up over her body, and planted has thick lips tight down over her 
mouth.  His tongue snaked deep into her throat as with his other hand the 
gag was jerked from her lips.  She groaned again in relief and her mouth 
inadvertently began a slow, mewling sucking against his lips.  But it was 
only momentary as again the brutal realization of what was happening to 
her flickered through her half-conscious mind.
     When she had caught her breath, she could hear the echo of her voice 
begging him again for the mercy she knew would not come.  "Oh, oh, please, 
please, stop, please stop!  I-I can't-stand it-can't stand it!"
     Ignoring her pleas, Carl slid his body up over her rapidly rising and 
falling belly so that he was straddling her chest.  In the dim light Lisa 
could see the erect phallus and the huge testicles that hung down 
obscenely over her breasts and shuddered in revulsion.  His thick, rampant 
cock stood straight out from his belly, with the swollen scarlet head but 
a few inches from her gasping mouth.
     "Kiss it," he said, in a cold, quiet voice that sounded totally 
devoid of emotion.
     "Oh, no," she whimpered, her stomach churning violently from the 
thought of this ultimate indignity he was trying to heap on her battered 
body.  "Please . . . please don't make me do it."
     His reaction to her pleas was instantaneous.  He reached behind him 
and with a cruel thrust up between her own legs, rammed his finger deep 
into her vaginal passage and held her firm, digging cruelly at her insides 
with the thin rough probe.
     "Aghhhhhhhh . . . hhh . . . aaaahhhhh," Lisa panted and moaned 
simultaneously as the searing pain shot through the wet sensitive walls of 
her cringing pussy.  She tried to squirm away from the racking torture but 
the pain only intensified.
     Carl slid slowly up her slippery, sweat-soaked body until he 
completely straddled her breasts.  With a quick flick, he brutally grabbed 
her by the hair and pulled her head forward to meet the harsh in-thrust of 
his thick penis.  Without mercy, he rammed the thick turgid head of his 
cock deep into her gaping mouth until it slapped hard against the back of 
her throat Lisa could feel the monster growing inside her mouth as he 
battered away at her unrelentingly, his heavy balls slapping harshly 
against her upraised chin.
     "Oh, God!" she sobbed inwardly, "someone help me!  Someone please 
help me!"
     But the giant head of his cock eras an overpowering rod pummeling 
into her soft "O" shaped lips mercilessly.  His finger tore inhumanely 
between her wide-spread thighs at her wet, throbbing cunt opening, and the 
two giant probes raped her unmercifully as he buffeted himself harshly up 
and down on her crumpled body.
     Carl's breath was now coming in short puffing gasps now, with his 
eyes locked down on her open mouth, hypnotically watching his huge cock 
flailing in and out of it.  He had lost control of himself as he felt the 
sperm building up in his balls ready to explode.  He delighted in seeing 
his great plunging cock fucking her soft, ovaled mouth at will this way 
but he could hold back no longer.  Suddenly he threw his head back in a 
spastic motion and began uttering strange crazy sounds through his 
clenched teeth.
     "Ohhhh, baby, oohh . . . ahhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
     Great tidal waves of hot white liquid flooded into her gasping mouth 
and flowed dowel the corners of her lips.  Lisa thought she was drowning 
in a great rip tide as she gulped at the sticky fluid that flooded through 
her teeth and tongue and down the cavern of her gasping throat.
     Her tormentor gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he emptied the 
last of the sperm into her gurgling mouth, then collapsed across her body 
winded and exhausted.  When he had caught his breath, he sat up on the 
side of the seat and reached behind him on the floor, producing a pint of 
Scotch.  He fumbled with the plastic cap and opened it, placing the bottle 
to his lips and taking several huge gulps of the hot warming liquid.  He 
shuddered involuntarily as the liquid seared down his parched throat and 
warmed the bottom of his belly.  He could hear the girl's muffled sobs in 
the background and slowly the enormity of his vile act reached his hazy 
mind. 
     Christ, now I've done it, he thought with a twinge of panic.  He knew 
even his Dad couldn't buy him out of this if Lisa started spilling her 
guts to the law.  He had to think of a way out of this now before he let 
her go or it would be all over for him and he knew it.  But what about 
her?  That was it.  She would naturally be so worried about her virginal 
reputation and Mark's reaction to the rape that she might be talked into 
forgetting the whole thing.  After all how many girls would have the guts 
to face a court trial or examination by the authorities to prove their 
case.  It was common knowledge that hundreds of rape cases go unreported 
every year because of social pressures put upon the victims.  As he built 
his case in his mind his arrogant confidence came back and the panic left 
him.  Reaching over and releasing her bound wrists from the window, he 
glared down on her sobbing body with impatience.
     "Shut up that damn crying and I'll untie your hands," he said as he 
unwrapped his shirt from around her bruised wrists.
     Lisa tried to control her hysteria as she covered her hot puffy eyes 
with the palms of her hands.  They felt as though they were going to burst 
out of their sockets as they throbbed painfully beneath her lids.
     She put the back of her hand against her mouth, unconsciously trying 
to wipe away the lewd cum of the vile creature that had filled it.  As if 
reading her thoughts, Carl leaned over and offered her the opened bottle.
     "Here, try some of this juice," he said coldly, now in complete 
control of himself, "it'll help."
     In a trance-like movement, Lisa took the bottle from his hand and 
pressed it to her trembling lips taking a huge gulp of the fiery liquid.  
She swirled it through her mouth trying to cleanse it of the strong 
pungent taste that remained after the attack, and then let it roll slowly 
down her throat.  She sat there motionless for a few minutes, letting the 
liquid warm her insides and then took another gulp.  Odd, she thought, 
having never drank anything stronger than eggnog, this strong alcohol 
should be making her drunk.  But it wasn't.  Instead it seemed to be 
settling her hysteria and bringing her senses back to a shocked numbness.  
She sat there clutching at the bottle as if her life depended on it, 
staring straight ahead of her saying nothing, feeling nothing.
     "Give that bottle back to me and get dressed," Carl commanded 
impatiently as he took the bottle from her grip, "I'm taking you back to 
the dorm.  We'll let that dumb bastard Pete try to figure out what 
happened to his car after he gets through screwing hell out of your 
roommate."
     Picturing the bewildered look on Pete's face when he stumbled from 
the house to find his car sent Carl into spasms of laughter as he took a 
dime from his pocket to hot wire the ignition.  What the hell, he 
reasoned, Pete and Kathy would get a lift home with someone from the 
party, and he could make it out as a big joke the next day.  He didn't 
like Pete anyway and he was getting sick of all this fraternity crap and 
their holy Greek oaths.  They could all go to hell.  The only good he got 
from it was the cheat sheets for the exams and of course the handy file of 
names, identifying the easy lays from Fairmount.
     On the way back Carl tormented her ceaselessly about what would 
happen to her if his attack on her were known.  She'd be the talk of 
Fairmount, a freak.  And Mark wouldn't even want to be seen with her 
anymore.  People would stare at her and stories on the version of her rape 
would run rampant through the fraternity and sorority houses until she'd 
be forced to drop out of school and leave Mark.  She would be the target 
of all the malicious gossip, not Carl.  She was a woman being placed in 
defense of her honor, and she knew she would have none left when it was 
all over.  Carl was right.  As far as society was concerned she would be 
punished just as severely as him even though it was she who had been the 
helpless victim. 
     Carl pulled up to the dorm and leaned close to her ear, letting the 
motor idle as he popped the gear into neutral.  "There could be a next 
time baby," he whispered lustfully, his voice barely audible over the hum 
of the engine.
     Lisa stiffened in anger, no longer afraid of the monster sitting next 
to her in the car.  "If you ever so much as look at me again, I'll kill 
you!" she hissed back at him.  "Do you understand me?" her voice trembled 
with uncontrollable hatred.  "I won't care what happens to me."
     "Ah hell, get out of here you dumb broad," Carl said as he lifted his 
leg over her lap and kicked the door open with has foot.  "You bore me."
     Lisa ran from the car and up to her room, barely making it up the 
stairs, her tortured loins throbbing with each painful step.  Later as she 
buried her head into her pillow to muffle the sobs racking her body she 
wondered if she would ever be able to erase the memory of the horrible 
nightmare that had befallen her tonight.  She knew one thing, she could 
never in all her life tell Mark about what had happened.  It would destroy 
him completely to know that someone of Carl's character had subjected her 
to these insuperable indignities.  Much later, from exhaustion alone she 
fell into a deep but troubled sleep.



Chapter 2

     The huge iron bell atop the tower in the campus quad gonged ten 
o'clock as throngs of students criss-crossed the square on their way to 
class.  Overhead, the Monday morning sky filled the day with a deep 
blueness, peculiar to the late fall season; the air was fresh here outside 
with a new crispness about it that made everything around seem new and 
exciting.  But inside Miss Hendrick's office the atmosphere was like that 
of an old neglected library, musty and dry.
     Thea Carter felt nervous and tense.  She adjusted herself in the 
chair, making a determined effort to relax the area between her shoulder 
blades as she talked to Miss Hendricks about the accident.
     "It all happened so suddenly that the funeral arrangements have 
already been set for Lisa's parents.  The most difficult thing I face 
right now is breaking the news to her, and as her Aunt, I'm here to see 
that she is spared as much shock as possible.  In the mean time, I've made 
plans to take her back home until she is ready to return to school again."  
Thea paused and brought her right hand to her eyes in a gesture of 
despair.  "I can still see the horrible mutilated bodies at the morgue 
when they called me in for the identification . . . .  They said their car 
lost control on a curve, hitting the stone pillar of the bridge."  She 
brought her eyes back to face Miss Hendricks, "They were both killed 
instantly."
     "Try not to dwell on the past," Miss Hendricks gently interrupted, 
"let me go get Lisa.  You can talk to her in privacy here in my office 
while I make arrangements to temporarily check her out of her classes."  
She started to make her way for the door then hesitated and placed an 
understanding hand on Thea's shoulder in sympathetic condolence.  "Is 
there anything I can get for you before I go get Lisa?  You look 
exhausted."
     "No, I'm fine, . . . really.  I guess I'm still not over the shock of 
the news yet," she responded as the older woman left the room.
     Thea stood up and stretched her legs as the door closed behind her.  
Smiling a little, she moved to one of the tall narrow windows that framed 
the background behind Miss Hendricks' desk.  At thirty-nine, Thea Carter 
was still a beautiful woman, as she had been a lovely girl.  One large 
flaw, however, was the hard determined line of her mouth, unfeminine and 
bold.  But Thea prided herself on being hard headed and it would be a 
necessity now if she were to carry out her plan successfully.
     She had never married, though she had loved once.  She could remember 
years back to the time when Lisa's father used to constantly badger her 
about finding a husband and settling down, but Thea had other plans.  She 
spent most of her time caring for her invalid father, planning on the day 
when she would inherit the family estate.  She had never been highly sexed 
to begin with.  Men were not a necessity to her, at best they were 
unreliable, at worst devouring parasites sucking your emotions dry.  The 
one affair she had been involved in had ended when her lover left her with 
a casual indifference.  After that she avoided emotional situations of any 
kind, remembering the devastating breakdown she had suffered when he was 
gone.  Gradually, slowly and steadily she lost her capacity for love or 
compassion.  Although she had a few scattered sexual experiences, she had 
never had an orgasm, and if at times she felt a vague restlessness within 
her womb, she told herself sharply that it was not hunger for sex, but 
probably a nervous condition brought on by the deep sense of insecurity 
she had felt since her father's death.
     On that bleak day when the will was read certifying that all the 
estate was to go to her brother with some money held in trust for her, she 
had completely lost control of herself.  She could remember, even now, 
stumbling from the room in shocked disbelief thinking of all those years 
she had cared for her father.  A man that was selfish and senile before 
death.  A man she had grown to hate and despise.  Perhaps he sensed her 
feelings through his withering mind for he stated in his will that her 
brother, who had done nothing for him, would control the estate . . . 
doling her out a meager allowance to live on until death.
     "That ingrate!  I hope that bastard knows he's rotting in the grave," 
she shrilled at her brother when he followed her from the lawyer's office 
into the hallway.  Then she had burst into hysterical sobbing as she 
started to run to her car in the driveway.  He ran after her and caught up 
with her at the front door, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her 
back and forth with his fingers digging deeply in her arms.
     "Control yourself, for God's sake, Thea.  Those people back there 
heard everything you said."
     "For God's sake, Hell," she sputtered back at him, "for your sake.  
Isn't that what you mean.  For your sake . . . you're always so worried 
about the family image."
     His face grew white with rage and his steel gray eyes smoldered 
threateningly down at her.  She thought for a moment he was going to 
strike her.
     "You've embarrassed me and my wife beyond belief with your 
unbelievable raving."
     Thea thrust her face defiantly back at him.  "Fuck your family and 
fuck you.  I'm not living my life waiting for meager handouts from you.  
You know as sure as that monster is in his grave that half of the money 
belongs to me."
     "What I know," he said in a slow determined voice, "is that I find 
your vulgarity disgusting, and right now I'm getting sick of the sight of 
you."  He released his hold on her and took a step back.  "I'll make 
arrangements for the trust fund.  It can be mailed to you wherever you 
choose to live . . . and that's not here, I trust.  He paused, letting the 
meaning of his words sink in, then with a tone of finality added, "Even 
though you're my last living relative, I'll not tolerate your selfish 
temperament, Thea.  Call my attorney in about two weeks and give him your 
new address.  By then the arrangements will have been made concerning your 
income . . .  Goodbye, Thea."
     Thea stared at his back and he turned without waiting for her 
response and left to join the others.  That was the last time she had seen 
her brother alive.  Before she left the porch of the large mansion, she 
promised herself that she would return someday and claim the rightful 
share to the estate.
     It hardly seemed like ten years had passed since then, and now that 
the accident had wiped out her two chief barriers, she had only one left, 
Lisa Carter, her spoiled niece.  But if her plan worked out as she hoped 
it would, the girl wouldn't be an obstruction to her goal for long.



Chapter 3

     The sharp crack of a door being slammed down the hallway woke Lisa 
up.  She rolled over and peered through the darkness at the luminous dial 
of the clock by her bed.  It was eleven o'clock.  A feeling of dread 
permeated the air and she knew something was wrong, dreadfully wrong, but 
her foggy mind couldn't penetrate the reason behind her foreboding.  As 
she thrashed her legs beneath the downy quilt and sat up in her bed, her 
memory began to return in flashing scenes of reality.
     She could remember a few days ago, back at school.  She and Kathy 
were standing together at the snack bar waiting for their daily art class 
to begin, when Miss Hendricks came up to her and asked her to come to her 
office.  The first thought that crossed her mind at the time was that Miss 
Hendricks had somehow found out about what Carl had done to her last 
Saturday night.  Oh God, what was going to happen to her now.  Miss 
Hendricks was the strict symbol of discipline at Fairmount, and usually 
her presence meant trouble of some kind.  Lisa could remember following 
her down the corridors to her private office with growing apprehension, 
while Miss Hendricks, who was characteristically cold and aloof attempted 
to make chatty and airy conversation about Lisa's scholastic achievements 
during the time she had attended Fairmount.
     Lisa responded automatically to her questions but her mind puzzled 
over the marked changed in her counselor's attitude.  Maybe she didn't 
know after all, she thought with growing relief as they approached her 
office.
     "Lisa, I know you're curious as to why I asked you over to my office 
at this time of day, but an unexpected visitor is here to see you, and 
under the circumstances I knew you would want to see her as soon as 
possible."
     "What visitor?" Lisa asked as Miss Hendricks opened the door.  Before 
her question could be answered, she spotted her Aunt Thea, of all people, 
standing by a chair at the window.
     "Lisa . . . dear," she chortled as she rushed across the room and 
clasped Lisa to her, "it's been so long."  She held her back and gazed at 
her for a while, ". . . And it's so good to see you again."
     Lisa's amazement left her speechless.  Aunt Thea  . . . why she was 
almost a total stranger to her.  Lisa knew there had been an animosity 
between her father and aunt over an inheritance for years.  What wan she 
doing here now?  She turned to Miss Hendricks for an explanation but she 
had already left the room, closing the door softly behind her.  Lisa 
turned back to face her aunt, a puzzled expression on her face.  She knew 
she should respond to her greeting, but she could not.  The woman that 
stood before her was almost a total stranger.  A woman whose past was 
shrouded with mystery.  It had been ten years ago that she had stormed out 
of the family mansion, and her father had refused to speak of her after 
their last bitter argument over the will.  The only reason Lisa could 
recognize her now was some old photos that her mother still had around the 
house.  Funny, Lisa thought, she hadn't changed in physical appearance at 
all.  It was like she had just walked back into her life again after 
storming from the house that day now dim in her memory.
     "I . . . I don't know what to say," Lisa said as she moved 
instinctively back away from her aunt.  There was something about the 
older woman's presence that bothered her.
     Thea began to nervously wring her hands and walked back over to the 
window, gazing out onto the rolling green hills that surrounded the

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school.  Her back was to Lisa now and she didn't turn or alter her 
hypnotic gaze as she continued the conversation.
     "I know dear . . . we haven't seen each other in years.  Why don't 
you sit down here in the chair.  You know, we really have a lot to talk 
about later, you've grown into a beautiful woman."
     Lisa obediently sat down in the straight-back chair and listened 
while her aunt spoke with a strange sad tone in her voice.
     "The years have passed so quickly, and with my foolish pride, I let 
myself lose almost complete contact with your family.  You know, I'm sure, 
that your father and I had strong disagreements over the family 
inheritance when your grandfather died  . . . and I . . . well, I just 
never had the courage to take the first steps to patch things up.  You see 
when you're alone in the world as I am," she continued with a melodramatic 
pitch to her voice, "it's easy to become enmeshed in your own selfish 
thoughts and forget the importance of family ties.  I started to contact 
your father many times, but each time I stopped, thinking it would be well 
enough to leave things as they were.  In the meantime, I had acquired a 
job as superintendent at a rest home.  A job that suited my training after 
caring for your grandfather for all those years.  I did, though, keep in 
touch with the family attorney, George Colby.  Of course, he said nothing 
to your father about our personal correspondence, because I asked him not 
to, however, over the years he has written me periodically about you and 
your parents . . .  She paused and turned around to face Lisa.  "Two days 
ago, I received a call from him . . . and . . . I don't know how to put 
this Lisa . . . your mother and father are both dead, killed in an auto 
accident."
     Her words hit Lisa like a giant, invisible fist that pounded at her 
chest, sending her heart into spasmodic contractions.  She stared at the 
woman standing before her with disbelief in her wild, rounded eyes.  Then 
she lost complete control of herself as she met her Aunt's eyes to see the 
confirmation of what she had said.
     "You're lying!  You're lying!" she shrilled as she leaped from the 
chair and lunged towards Thea.  "You've always hated my father and now 
you're trying to hurt me with vicious lies," Lisa cried out as she began 
to strike out at her Aunt's upraised arms.  She could hear her voice 
crying out like it was coming from another person as her Aunt's strong 
hands grabbed her wrists in an attempt to subdue her attack.
     Miss Hendricks rushed into the room upon hearing the screams and 
jerked Visa away from her aunt.  Spinning her around, she began to slap 
Lisa's face with her open hand in an attempt to control her hysteria.  
Then there was numbness and voices  . . . Miss Hendricks consoling her, 
then Kathy, and finally Mark.  He had come to her room as she was packing 
her belongings, and through her daze she remembered him giving her his 
fraternity pin and telling her he would wait for her return and not to 
worry.  A few days ago his words would have meant everything to her, but 
right now she felt nothing but a burning pain and emptiness.  She couldn't 
even break down and cry.  At least not until the funeral was over.
     After brief religious ceremonies, the cortege, consisting of a small 
group of close family friends followed the plain black hearse into the 
cemetery to the grassy knoll where two freshly dug graves had been 
prepared.  During the graveside services, Lisa had stood numbly between 
her Aunt and George Colby, but as the caskets were being lowered into the 
twin graves, the finality of the tragedy had finally reached her and she 
began to sob hysterically.  George Colby held her back as she struggled to 
reach the coffins, now disappearing into the earth.  Later they called in 
the family doctor and the sedative had done its job.
     That painful memory of the funeral jarred Lisa back to the presence 
of her darkened bedroom.  Her head was throbbing and the sedative had left 
her mouth parched and dry.  She decided to get up and make her way to the 
kitchen to get some ice water.
     As she groped her way down the hallway, she could hear distant voices 
coming from her parent's bedroom.  It sounded like Thea and Mr. Colby . . 
.. but what would he be doing here at this time of night, she wondered 
approaching the bedroom door.  A shaft of light penetrated the darkness of 
the hallway from the slight opening in the crack between the door hinge 
and the wall.  Through the slit, Lisa could clearly see her Aunt standing 
by the bed talking to Mr. Colby.  She seemed coldly aloof, although she 
was dressed in a filmy black negligee.  They both held drinks in their 
hands.  Lisa gave a nervous gulp, as she began to eavesdrop on their 
conversation.
     "Just what are you talking about," Thea sneered.  "As far as I'm 
concerned, there isn't anything to discuss about the way it used to be . . 
.. that was over with years ago when you left me to marry that dowdy little 
bitch with all the money."
     "You know I was trapped into that," he defended, reaching for her 
naked arm, "I have no deep feelings for my wife.  How do you think it 
feels trying to make love to a cold unresponding statue?"
     "An unresponding statue," Thea mocked as she jerked her arm back away 
from him, "that's the biggest laugh I've had all day."  She set down her 
drink and flayed down on the large canopied bed, stretching her body 
seductively over the satin bedspread.  "Well, I've got some important news 
for you, George.  You never moved me one inch, not any of your fumbling 
attempts at making love to me moved me.  Not one inch."  As she made her 
proclamation she threw her head back in gleeful laughter, delighting in 
the man's discomfort and mounting anger.
     "Bitterness is not becoming to you, Thea," he replied dryly, I see 
you still have a tendency towards theatrics, though you could have hardly 
lied to me when I was between your legs.  You were always begging for it 
like some back-alley slut."
     "Liar," she shrilled, jackknifing her legs against the bed and 
flinging the ice cubes from her drained glass at him.  The quick thrust of 
her arm snapped the thin strap of her transparent gown and the flimsy 
material fell, exposing a firm, well-rounded breast.
     Visibly shaken at the sudden sight of her soft, fleshy mound, George 
took a quick gulp from his glass and set it down on the nightstand beside 
her.  Still gazing at her breast in a mesmerized trance, he removed his 
jacket and started to undress.
     Thea glared back at him, making no attempt to cover herself.  "What 
in the hell do you think you're doing?"
     "I'm going to prove to you that you're wrong," he rasped in a hoarse 
whisper, letting his pants fall to the floor.
     Lisa gasped as she watched George completely shed his clothing.  He 
was standing in front of her Aunt stark naked with his penis at a 
partially erect angle, pointing down at the mocking woman sprawled 
indifferently on the bed beneath him.
     Thea looked strikingly lovely in the soft bedroom lights with her 
long, almost jet black hair cascading down, framing her clear translucent 
skin in a dark velvety background.  The tight chignon that she usually 
wore in a harsh and severe style now hung loose in long flowing strands, 
seeming to take years off her age.  She looked like a young girl again.  
Her features were clear-cut, almost aristocratic and her small slightly 
uptilted nose defined her strong will and stubbornness, but the intensity 
of her eyes now belied the cold manner she was trying to project.  Her 
large hazel-green eyes glistened with mounting excitement as she watched 
the tormented man kneel on the bed ready to mount her.  Without warning 
Thea reached forward and grabbed George by the back of the neck, pulling 
his face close to hers, almost touching, bringing his lust-filled eyes 
within inches of her face.
     "Is it me or the money," she hissed, digging her finger nails deeply 
into the back of his neck.  "Now that all of this is almost mine, is that 
what brought you here tonight?"
     "No, it's you . . . it's you," he muttered, pulling the slippery gown 
from her body and leaving her naked beneath him.  The sweet smell of her 
perfume maddened him and his hands, rough on her skin, reached down 
cupping her buttocks tilting her hips upward so that the throbbing swollen 
head of his cock grazed deliciously over the matted pubic hairs that 
covered the soft, fleshy opening of her cunt.  He began kissing her 
breasts, her belly, then moved his lips down to the dark pubic mound 
between her legs.
     "Open your legs," he commanded, nuzzling at her closed thighs with a 
desperate persistence that caused a slight shudder of sudden passion to 
ripple through her.
     "Yes," she answered, writhing beneath him and obediently widening the 
gap between her legs.  "Oh, yes, yes!" she groaned, now completely 
consumed by the manipulations of his rigid tongue caressing the open slit 
of her vagina.
     It flicked relentlessly between her wide-spread legs, stopping 
sporadically to curl its way deep into her hungry clasping crevice.  Thea 
moaned as a fountain of dream-like ecstasy surged through her, possessing 
and tormenting her while at the same time releasing in a rising tide of 
desire the surpressed feelings she had kept hidden within herself for so 
long.
     Her tensed body prayed for relief as it strained up against her 
lover's probing tongue, shuddering and chilled from the sexual stimulation 
that consumed her.  With a deep, penetrating moan, she kicked her wide-
spread legs back over her head and pulled his tongue deeper into her 
vagina, now well-lubricated with cuntal secretions.
     George began making wild, incoherent sucking noises as he rapidly 
thrust his rigid tongue in and out of her upthrust crotch while the ragged 
lips of her dilated vagina seemed to cry out for release from the 
unsatiated torment that filled her womb.  Her head dangled loosely over 
the edge of the satin covered pillow, with her mouth slack, giving small 
pleading sounds of encouragement to him as he worked over her burning cunt 
with a wild abandon.
     Lisa stared through the door crack, hypnotized at the writhing couple 
on her parents' bed, shocked by their obscene exhibition.  She knew she 
should run, but something deep and intangible inside her senses kept her 
feet cemented to the floor, though she could not understand what the 
strange feeling was.  She gave a sharp intake of breath as she saw Thea's 
claw-like fingers grasping like a blind person's at the stiffened penis 
that bobbed wildly against her body.
     "Put it in, for Christ's sake," she pleaded, "stick it in me before I 
lose my mind."
     Her plea had no sooner left her lips when he reached down, and 
grasping his long hard instrument, began rubbing the swollen bulbous head 
between the wet, open mouth of her cunt.  Lisa watched horrified as his 
buttocks tightened and with a quick downward thrust of his hips, sunk the 
sinewed shaft deep into the moist gaping channel between her legs.  Then, 
with a slow, rocking movement, the huge pulsating instrument began to inch 
its way past her straining vaginal muscles to her deepest depths.  Her 
aunt pumped her buttocks rhythmically up at his crotch, sucking him 
farther and farther inside of her.  A resounding slap of flesh against 
flesh cut sharply through the air as his pelvis smacked against hers with 
the force of a hard, well-aimed blow.  Thea let out a gurgling moan as the 
impalement of her body spread through her senses, sending small, quick 
shots of electrical sensation coursing through her quivering body.
     The frantic pumping motion of the two writhing bodies before her 
engulfed Lisa's body with a strange, foreign tingle that lapped at her 
private parts in hot flickering flames of an awakening desire.  She 
unconsciously stiffened herself, trying to smother and dampen them, but 
without success, for though her mind commanded her to walk away from the 
lewd scene before her--a raw animal urge kept her eyes glued tightly on 
the gyrating bodies on the bed.
     Her fingers crept involuntarily beneath the thin cotton nightgown to 
the straining white flesh of her youthful breasts and began kneading and 
pulling at the quivering mounds, trying to relieve the stimulating, 
painful pressure surging from them.  To her horror she could feel small 
drops of moistness coming from between her clinched thighs and slowly 
trickling down her legs.  A soft tormenting moan came from her parted lips 
as she reached down at the wetness between her legs.  The flesh beneath 
her soft, downy pubic hair felt white-hot as though it were being consumed 
by a huge, uncontrolled fire and her body gave a sudden spasmodic jerk 
when her finger grazed the bud of her clitoris, now a hot coal in the pit 
of the flames.  The weird stimulation jottled her senses as she peered 
with a feeling of shame and yet a strange excitement back at the couple in 
the bedroom.
     Their bodies were wildly entwined in one as a network of white 
flailing limbs danced to the rhythm of the dual plunging.  Thea gave a 
lurch and scissored her legs open, a foot dangling on either side of the 
wide bed, while the pounding from without and within her began to build 
her arousal to the point of explosion.  Yet, it was not quite there but 
just out of reach, torturing her sex-starved organ until she thought she 
would scream.  She ground her hips savagely against his heaving body, 
seeking with all her being that final completion.
     "Fuck me deeper, Fuck deeper!" she screamed at him in desperation.
     He frantically grabbed at her ass cheeks with both hands and drove 
the lunging cock deeper and harder into the raving woman's throbbing cunt 
with swift and brutal in and out strokes.  His balls smacked heavily 
against the puckered anus of her upturned ass as he continued his 
increasing pounding.
     "Ooooooohhhhhhh," she grunted, as she drew nearer her fulfillment.  
She had never been this close before.
     At the same time, George could feel a rising tide exploding out from 
his aching loins and he increased his ramming even further with a quicker 
and deeper thrust.  A soul scarring groan emerged from deep within his 
throat as his thick hot cum burst free from his testicles and overflowed 
into the gaping mouth of her cunt.
     "Not yet, you fool," she screamed, digging her sharp pointed nails 
into his back, breaking the skin and bringing beads of blood to the 
surface.  But he continued his plunging.  There was nothing else in the 
world now but the thought of his cock completely submerged and emptying 
itself into her proud, haughty belly.  The searing pain of her nails in 
his back only intensified the pleasure of his completion.
     In desperation, Thea began to buck her body uncontrollably against 
his limp cock, groaning at the maddening frustration that engulfed her 
burning loins.  Her peak of fulfillment had been just a hair away and she 
now strained crazily trying to reach it as his dead weight collapsed in 
exhaustion across her heaving body.
     "Oh, God no," she protested as his soft semen soaked penis slipped 
stickily from her opening.  Tears of frustration came to her eyes but she 
quickly brushed them away with a flick of her hands, not wanting him to 
see her weakness.
     Lisa had stood thunder-struck while watching the climax of the 
performance in the other room.  Now her whole body vibrating with nervous 
tension and shame of what she had just witnessed, she forced herself back 
from the open door crack and silently groped her way back to her room.  
Stumbling to her bed she curled her body up into a tight ball, the fetal 
position of a babe in the womb, and wrapped her quilted down-filled 
comforter around her in an attempt to stop her body's trembling.  The 
grotesque nightmare happenings of the past week were more than her mental 
processes could consume and soon nature mercifully released her suffering 
with a deep uninterrupted sleep.
     George dressed quickly glancing nervously at his watch.  "You're 
better than you ever were Thea, like a quality wine, you've improved with 
age."
     The brusque compliment infuriated Thea turning her feeling of 
debasement into enraged hatred for the man she had been pleading to a few 
moments before.  She made no attempt to answer him or even acknowledge his 
presence, but puffed methodically on the cigarette briefly fascinated by 
the burning ember on the tip of it.  She presented the picture of cool 
calm, laying there naked on the sperm stained bedspread, while inside her 
body pulsated and quivered, yearning for relief.
     "I'll call you in the morning to make arrangements on settling the 
estate . . . as Lisa's guardian you'll retain control until she comes of 
age," he said as he made his way to the door.
     "I'm taking her to Brookdale in the morning.  She needs a rest, but 
not around here.  There are too many memories," she replied mechanically 
still not meeting his gaze.  "Don't call me, I'll contact you later . . .  
I need a rest too."
     He nodded his head in agreement and started to close the door behind 
him. 
     "And George."
     "Yes?"
     "You didn't prove a damn thing."



Chapter 4

     Garrthh . . . Garrthhhh," the squeaky voice of Nell, the nurse, 
shrilled from the back entrance of the main edifice that made up the 
institution of Brookdale Rest Home.
     Garth chuckled gleefully as his huge burly body crouched behind the 
rambling shrubbery.  The wild growth of berry weeds brushed and tickled at 
his hairy legs as they pushed up against his weight and crept beneath the 
cuffs of his trousers.  He quickly clasped his open hand across his thick 
lips in a child-like manner, fearing the old hen would hear him and 
discover his hiding place.
     "Garth, you get back up here quick, or I'll tell Dr. Quinn on you.  
Do you hear me boy?"
     Garth remained secure in his hiding place, leaning back and rolling 
around in the weeds in unsurpressed delight upon hearing the antagonized 
tone of her voice.  Suddenly his body stiffened in fear as he heard a 
second voice, that of Dr. Quinn talking to Nell.
     "What's the trouble here, Nell?  Is Garth playing games with you 
again," he asked with a tone of cool amusement to his voice.  "You really 
shouldn't have so much difficulty controlling him now that all the rest of 
your charges have checked out.  Certainly your duties couldn't be much 
more strenuous than of a babysitter's, and with the salary I'm paying you, 
perhaps you can find it within your grasp to apply a little practical 
psychology to situations such as these."
     "I'm sorry, Dr. Quinn, I had other things on my mind," Nell defended, 
lowering her eyes from his steely glare.  "I was in the Day Room planning 
the weekly menu when he disappeared out back here somewhere."
     "Yes, I'm sure he's out here," he replied with a weary tone.  "I'm 
sure he can hear me now, can't you Garth?"
     The ugly ape-like man with the child's brain cringed in fear nodding 
his head up and down in acknowledgment but afraid to move from his 
sanctuary.  He began to sob uncontrollably at the thought of what his 
punishment might be if he had angered Dr. Quinn too much.
     "Garth, I can hear you out there.  Stop that crying and come over 
here and you won't be punished.  But you must come immediately before I 
change my mind."
     "Yes Dr. Quinn, I'm coming," Garth slobbered gratefully as he stood 
up and ambled clumsily back to his tormenting master.
     "Why I left my experiments in the middle of the day is because I want 
to talk to you about a new visitor I'm expecting shortly," Dr. Quinn 
continued, ignoring Garth who was now standing humbly next to Nell with a 
look of frightened anticipation on his face.  "A young visitor, Thea's 
niece."
     "Is Thea coming back . . . . is Thea coming," Garth burst out 
grabbing eagerly at the doctor's arm. 
     "Let go of my arm Garth."
     Garth jerked his arm back as though he had touched it to a hot stove 
and suddenly realized the dancer.
     "Yes, Thea is coming back, and as I've just said," he paused glaring 
coolly at Garth, "she's bringing her niece with her . . . for a prolonged 
rest."
     "They should arrive here within the hour.  Nell, I want you to 
prepare a room for her in Ward Five."
     "But Sir," she protested, "that's the room we save for our most 
difficult patients."
     "I'm well aware of that Nell.  Just do as I say."  Noting the puzzled 
look on her face he added, "The girl's been under a tremendous strain and 
needs as much privacy and quiet as possible . . . .  Be prepared for 
hallucinatory ravings and periodic outbursts of hysteria.  From what Thea 
tells me, the girl sounds like she's on the verge of a complete mental 
collapse."
     "Yes sir, I'll so right now and take care of the room for her," Nell 
mustered and walked away.
     "My only instructions to you Garth," he paused menacingly, "is to 
stay away from her.  Do you clearly understand my orders?"
     "Y--yes," the imbecile mumbled keeping his eyes on the floor.
     Dr. Quinn relaxed his posture a bit.  "If you understand clearly and 
promise not to forget, you may go back to the Day Room.  I want it 
straightened up so it will be tidy when our visitors arrive.  OK, you can 
go now, Garth.  If Nell needs me, I'll be in the study.
     He studied Garth's backview as he ambled in an aimless manner back to 
the Day Room, and took mental note that his feet were starting to 
gradually point at a more inward angle as he walked, while his hunched 
shoulders curved much lower now than before.  This awkward posture caused 
his hands to dangle in an ape-like manner, facing the rear position when 
his body was mobile.  With a slight twinge of apprehension, he decided to 
take Garth off the experimental hormone injections for a few days to 
counteract his rapid physiological regression toward the ape family.
     Entering his study, his eyes carefully searched over the volumes of 
books that lined three sides of the room and pulled out a leather-covered 
one entitled "Primitive Man."  He walked over to his desk, sat down in the 
well-cushioned arm chair and started scanning through the chapters that 
covered the Pleistocene period, suddenly stopping at an artist's rendering 
of the Neanderthaloid man.  This was what he had been looking for.  Most 
of Garth's physical characteristics came closer to this likeness than any 
of the others.  The hairy burly body, the short forehead-stooping down to 
the close-set beady eyes, flared nostrils, thick lips, and there they were 
the long dangling arms hanging in the ape-like position.
     He closed the book and stared pensively down at his laboratory 
notebook.  For the last five years, he had carefully recorded his 
experiments, results, and theories here, made on the male hormone and what 
powers could be derived from it.  He vaguely realized that his work was 
now becoming an obsession to him, but he didn't care.  He was so close to 
his discovery that he couldn't be turned back or stooped just for the 
safety of a worthless half-wit.
     Garth had been brought to Brookdale four years back by a distant 
relative who paid the initial deposit then disappeared, leaving no 
forwarding address.  The usual procedure would have been to transfer Garth 
to a State institution, but it so happened at that time, Dr. Quinn 
desperately needed a subject to which he could apply his serums, a subject 
that could remain indefinitely for long-term observation.  Garth provided 
the perfect answer to his problem: A half-wit, not clever enough to 
realize he was the object of experimentation, and docile enough to be 
controlled.  When he first came to Brookdale, he was ugly with crude heavy 
features but definitely not the odd creature that he was today.  It had 
not been until the first ten months of his study, the doctor noted going 
back over the lab notes, that Garth first started showing a physical 
reaction to the hormone injections.  A profuse growth of hair, 
particularly around the pubic areas, began to rapidly increase, then 
spread to other areas of the body, and his skin became thickened and 
tough, more like an animal's hide than human.  The most alarming growth of 
all, however, had been the tremendous enlarging of his penis and 
testicles, larger than Dr. Quinn had ever noted observing on a human, even 
at the research center of Carlton University.
     While studying there as a member of the research staff, various 
experiments were conducted on human sexual response.  Dr. Jerome Quinn had 
led a group of researchers on the study of a cure for male impotency, and 
with good reason although unknown to anyone else.  It was this reason that 
soon obsessed his being and motivated him to continue these studies: he 
was an impotent man and had never in his life been able to successfully 
make love to a woman.  After many fumbling attempts that invariably ended 
with frustrated embarrassment, he decided to quench his anger in the 
pursuit of a chemical device to cure him, never accepting the fact that it 
might be his mental processes causing the problem.  After working for 
several years at the university, Jerome discovered a serum he was positive 
would advance his theories, but the administration refused to allow him to 
inject the serum in a human, claiming it had not been tested thoroughly 
enough.  But they didn't understand his desperate race against time.
     It was then that he decided to experiment on his own, and with the 
money left to him from an inheritance, purchased Brookdale as a front for 
his unethical studies, all the time waiting for an opportunity to apply 
his work to human study.  Yes, Garth had been the perfect answer and right 
now he was in complete control of him . . . and of all the guests . . . 
and employees at Brookdale.
     Even the haughty Thea, though she didn't know it now, was completely 
under his control, slowly pulling herself by selfish greed deeper into the 
center of his web. A beautiful desirable woman, he thought, and he would 
take her if he were only capable of having her.  When she came to him with 
her scheme about keeping her niece a prisoner at Brookdale until she could 
have enough time to secretly drain the estate dry, depositing the money in 
a foreign country, he had agreed to go along with her.  Of course, she had 
promised him a huge reward, assuming rightly that his funds were running 
low and that he could only go on like this for about another year without 
the aid of outside financial help.  But now, Jerome wasn't so sure whether 
he would let Thea leave or not.  After all, she knew about his experiments 
with Garth, but only tolerated them to hide a secret of her own, certainly 
not out of understanding of his work.
     He knew the first day they met that Thea was a drug addict and had 
probably been nursing the habit for a long time.  As a doctor he was quick 
to diagnose her symptoms.  Her skin, though still sporting a luminance of 
youth, had a slight pallor, she was highly nervous at times, and the 
pupils of her hazel green eyes were usually contracted.  Even when they 
were not markedly constricted, they lost their normal fluctuations which 
are unconsciously noted when observing another person.  Although she used 
many devices to cleverly disguise the tell-tale sign, it was this lack of 
mobility in the eyes which was readily noted by Dr. Quinn.
     Also, there was her marked lack of interest in the opposite sex which 
is a strong characteristic in many female addicts.  She had made friends

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with Garth out of pity, but that could hardly count for anything.  No 
doubt she got mixed up in drugs after some kind of emotional upheaval, he 
mused.  The weak ones always do.  For the time being, he would let her 
think her habit was a well-kept secret, and at the right time he could 
always use it as a lever  . . . or a stick if need be, if she refused to 
cooperate with him.
     As far as Nell was concerned, she was a habitual thief, a three-time 
loser who had skipped parole, which was precisely why he had hired her.  
He had carefully checked her out after her initial employment interview, 
suspicious at the long periods of unemployment that she vaguely tried to 
account for.  Her nurse's training was adequate enough for Brookdale, 
though, four years at the woman's State Prison, and she knew how to obey 
orders and keep her mouth discreetly shut at the right times.  She had to, 
for it was necessary for her own survival, and she knew he could turn her 
in to the authorities at will if she didn't follow his orders.  He was not 
quite certain, but faintly suspicious of lesbian tendencies in the older 
woman, probably something she had picked up at the prison.  More than once 
he had caught her off guard, appraising Thea's body with a lustful look in 
her eyes.
     A red flashing signal lit up on the small panel of buttons by the 
side of his desk, signifying that someone was entering the main gateway to 
Brookdale.  They're arriving on schedule, he thought, as he closed his lab 
notebook and headed towards the Day Room to greet his new guest and her 
Aunt.



Chapter 5

     Lisa could feel a gentle hand nudging her shoulder and the distant 
voice of Jenny, the maid, coming to her sleep-hazed mind and waking her to 
the morning chill of the late fall season.
     "It's eight o'clock Lisa," she half-whispered, "and your Aunt is 
already downstairs at breakfast.  She says she wants to get an early 
start."  The old woman paused and gave a loving look at the young girl now 
blinking awake, then sat down on the bed beside her, affectionately 
brushing the long strands of hair away from the girl's sleep-swollen eyes.
     "Are you feelin' better, dear," she asked with a look of deep concern 
on her face.
     Lisa nodded without speaking and patted the woman's work worn hands 
in acknowledgment.  Old Jenny seemed like more a member of the family than 
a servant, she thought.  She had helped to care for Lisa since early 
childhood, and now stood loyally by her in their mutual sorrow.
     "I brought you up some fresh orange juice and poached eggs.  Here, 
try some of this crisp toast," she offered, reaching to the tray on the 
nightstand and extending her hand to Lisa's lips.  "I cut the crusts, just 
like I used to when you were a little girl."
     "I can't eat now, Jenny.  I'm not hungry--just some hot tea, please."
     "I'll bring you up a mug of tea if you promise to try a bite of this 
food."  The look of concern returned.  "You haven't had a thing to eat 
since early yesterday, and you've lost all your color.  I'm going 
downstairs and tell your Aunt that you're too ill to travel," she said 
with determination.
     "No, Jenny, don't."  The last thing Lisa wanted was for Jenny and 
Thea to get into an argument.  She knew her Aunt had a quick temper and 
would probably fire the old woman on the spot, and if she did, there would 
be nothing that Lisa could do to stop her.  "Look, Jenny . . .  I really 
do want to get away from here for a while.  In fact, the sooner, the 
better . . .  I'll try the eggs out if you promise not to say anything to 
Thea."  Lisa's eyes were now silently pleading with the old woman.
     "Ok," she agreed reluctantly, "but try them out now before they get 
cold.  I'll go get you some hot tea and run the bath water."
     Lisa gave a sigh of relief as the door shut behind Jenny, and 
reluctantly picked up a piece of the crisp toast and dunked it in a yolk, 
absently watching the bright yellow fluid run down the ragged white sides 
of the egg and onto the china plate.  I'll have to get out my heavy winter 
coat, she thought, looking out through the frost-covered bedroom window.  
From where she sat, she could see the branches of the old elm tree with 
its leaves fluttering nervously against the slate gray background of sky.  
Her eyes wandered to the shelf below the window that held old remembrances 
of her child hood years . . . an old rag doll, her first coin collection 
and the familiar red scrap book filled with mementos of her early school 
days.
     She could remember vividly her last year in grammar school and her 
favorite teacher Mrs. Garner.  At the end of that year, all the children 
in class had small autograph books which were passed around for everyone 
to sign as small remembrances of that year.  Lisa could hardly wait to see 
what Mrs. Garner had written in hers.  But when she read her inscription, 
she came close to tears.  It was not what she had expected at all.  "Learn 
to paddle your own canoe" were the few words that she wrote and as a 
twelve-year-old looking for approval Lisa had been bitterly disappointed.  
At that moment in her room, Lisa made a firm decision to heed her 
teacher's words and to face the responsibility of the moment, doing as her 
Aunt wished.  She did need a rest, she reasoned.  She felt the raw nervous 
sensations building up again in her body and reached for the bottle of 
tranquilizers on the night stand labeled "Take one before breakfast and 
one before bedtime."  The family doctor had issued her the pills along 
with a strong sedative after her outburst at the funeral.  She made a 
mental note to take them along with her in case she had trouble sleeping.  
Perhaps Brookdale was the answer.  She couldn't stay around the house now 
.. . . at least not for a while . . . until some of the memories dimmed and 
she could see them in perspective again.  And she wasn't prepared to face 
school yet, not even Mark.
     Her nostalgia broke when she heard Jenny approaching the door, and 
she hurriedly gulped down the last traces of food remaining on the plate.
     During the long ride to Brookdale, Thea seemed subdued and pensive, 
offering little in the way of conversation, except that the rest at 
Brookdale was what she needed until she felt strong enough to go back to 
school again.  Lisa puzzled at the woman sitting across from her in the 
front seat as she spoke almost tonelessly in a detached manner.  Thea was 
certainly subjected to sharp personality changes, she thought, from one of 
complete outward calm to a highly strong ball of nerves, ready to spring 
at anyone who confronted her wishes with resistance.  She wondered how 
Thea could be so calm on the surface, after her experience with George 
Colby the night before.  Lisa's face colored with a bright red blush of 
embarrassment at remembering what she had witnessed and turned her head 
back to the window
     She thought about Mark and how much she missed him now and decided to 
write him a long letter as soon as she got settled at Brookdale.  She did 
need a rest.  Only this morning she had taken another tranquilizer to help 
her through this journey.  Concentrating on the landscape passing the car 
window like a movie run in slow motion, Lisa drifted off into a light 
sleep.
     A few hours later Thea broke the silence.  "Lisa, we're almost 
there," she announced in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, shifting the car 
gear into second as they approached a large iron gateway that was the 
entrance to Brookdale.  The gate was locked and on either side and an ivy-
covered brick wall surrounded the premises for as far as the eye could 
see.  By the side of the gate hung an old weather beaten "Keep Off" sign 
and beneath that was a call box that led to the main house where a control 
of some kind buzzed it open after Thea had gotten out of the car and 
spoken softly into the receiver.
     Seconds later the gate swung slowly open, creaking on its rusty 
hinges.  Thea returned and moved the car forward onto the premises of 
Brookdale Lodge.  Still thinking of the "Keep Off" sign, Lisa suddenly 
felt like a trespasser, and for a brief foreboding moment, fought a 
strange impulse to run from the car and back out the gate, until she heard 
the responding snap of metal against metal as the gate closed by 
electronic control behind her.
     The car slowly made its way around the graveled roadway, passing a 
grove of trees, then rounded the corner that curved into the circled 
driveway in front of the main house.  Lisa looked up at the imposing 
edifice, giving an inward shudder that she hoped went unnoticed by her 
Aunt.  What an eerie place!  It lay nestled in a grove of tall trees like 
an overbearing neglected antique.  At one time, it must have been stately 
and stylish, but neglect now gave it the grimness of an old feudal castle.  
Lisa could see a huge clustered chimney jutting up the side of the house, 
casting weird shadows against the shingled exterior, and patches of mossy 
growth on the shaded spots in the crevices of the peaked roof.  As they 
passed, she got a brief glimpse at the grove of trees behind that 
contained a group of small bungalows, surrounded by a growth of wild 
bushes and weeds that grew over three feet high.  The frontal part of the 
old mansion was grotesquely decorated with curved lattices and small 
diamond-shaped windows.  A beam of light flickered from the base of the 
building in the far corner, suggesting a small cellar window, and she 
wondered what shadowy and gloomy things could be in these rooms below the 
house. 
     The car stopped and Thea helped Lisa with her belongings up to the 
wooden arched doorway.  It now opened with a huge sigh, and Dr. Quinn 
stepped forward to greet them.
     "My welcome to Brookdale, Miss Carter," he grinned down at her 
through his small gray teeth, "we've been looking forward to your 
arrival."
     Dr. Quinn had a distinctive look about him and he carried himself 
with an air of calm self-assurance.  His features were as pointed and 
sharp as his precise diction of speech, and he might have been handsome if 
it were not for the long, slightly hooked nose that curved at an irregular 
angle down his face.  His eyes had a frigid stare in them that penetrated 
her very being, seeming to unclothe her hidden thoughts.  Even as he was 
smiling his greeting to her, the cold look never left his eyes.  Again, 
Lisa had a strong urge to leave this place as quickly as possible, but she 
gathered her wits, and with the aid of the tranquilizer she had taken 
earlier, gave him a friendly greeting and began to make small talk with 
Nell who had offered to show Lisa to her room so she could freshen up 
before dinner.
     As the older woman led her up the stairs to her room and told her 
some of the history behind the old home, Lisa began to relax again.  She 
could tell that Nell took a liking to her instantly, in fact she seemed to 
be going out of her way to be friendly to her.  She followed Lisa into the 
room and insisted on helping her unpack her clothes, complimenting her on 
her beautiful wardrobe.  She was particularly impressed with Lisa's sets 
of matching underwear that her mother had given her on Christmas.  Nell's 
hand fondled the silk and nylon undies lovingly as she carefully stacked 
them in the bureau drawer.  Lisa made a mental note to buy her something 
frilly as a gift before she left Brookdale, poor woman, she had probably 
never known such luxury in her life.
     Nell didn't have the kind of looks that would attract many men, Lisa 
thought, appraising her crude, almost masculine features.  Although she 
was probably still in her thirties, she had a stale drab look about her, 
matronly and unfeminine.  Her face was devoid of any trace of cosmetic, 
not even lipstick, and her eyebrows were thick and unruly, peaking out 
from the ruffled bangs of her short cropped hair.  Her whole body was 
rounded, not fat or stout, but firm and muscular with her strong calves 
almost brushing against each other as she awkwardly made her way around 
the room.  When she spoke, her voice was surprisingly deep and slightly 
hoarse.
     "Dinner's at seven.  You've just enough time to take a nap and relax 
for a bit, but first I'll fix a bath for you, it's right over here."  She 
paused and opened the door at the side of her bed, "See, you'll have your 
own private bathroom while you're at Brookdale, and you can consider me 
your private nurse.  I'm here to see that you're as comfortable as 
possible."  Nell paused and gave the girl a tender look, then disappeared 
into the bathroom and started running the water.
     "That's all right Nell, I'm fine really," Lisa protested.  She wanted 
the woman to leave so she could be alone with her thoughts for a while.
     "Nonsense, Lisa.  Now get undressed and get into the tub before the 
water gets cold.  I'm the nurse and I know what's best for you.  You've 
been through a trying ordeal," she continued, setting out the soap and 
towels, "and a good soak will calm your nerves."
     Lisa obediently removed all her clothes, hoping to get rid of her 
overly-helpful ward, and walked into the bathroom just as Nell was turning 
off the water in the almost over brimming tub.
     "That's a girl," Nell said approvingly.  "Now, be careful or you'll 
slip, here let me help you."
     Before she could protest, Nell had firmly clasped her hands under her 
armpits and was gently easing her body into the tepid water.
     "Lean forward, and I'll loosen the muscles at the base of your neck," 
she said, reaching under the long golden tresses of the young girl's neck 
and beginning a film rhythmic massage on her taunt nerve-tensed muscles.
     Lisa arched back against the rotating pressure, the cords in her 
strained neck standing out, as the squeezing behind her began to release 
all the tensions that had built up inside her.
     "Oooooh, that feels so goood, so gooood," she half moaned, thoroughly 
enjoying the probing fingers that were expertly relaxing her tightly-
strung muscles.
     "Your muscles are too tight and balled up, my dear," Nell replied as 
she secretly surveyed the white youthful hack that curved delicately down 
to the surface of the water.  "We must take care of that."
     Lisa relaxed her shoulders against the pressure and let her full ripe 
breasts skim the surface of the water.  The billowing steam pulled and 
penetrated at her pores, expanding them, while the heat consumed her body 
until she felt limp and water logged.
     "Step out now," Nell commanded gently, "and I'll give you a quick rub 
down.  She reached over and grabbed two hand towels, wrapping them into 
terry cloth mitts as Lisa staggered out of the bath, almost overcome by 
the heat.  As she stood there, Nell worked expertly over her naked body, 
slapping and massaging, until her skin felt tingly and alive again.
     In the steam filled room Lisa could not see the lust filled eyes of 
the older woman as she worked slavishly over her beautiful firm body, 
lewdly taking in each crevice and peak, almost working herself into a 
sexual frenzy.  Nell controlled herself for the time being as her mind 
raced over a scheme to enjoy this lush body at a more opportune moment.  
Right now she had gone as far as she dared, besides Dr. Quinn would be 
wondering about now what was taking her so long, the sadistic bastard.
     "That's a girl," Nell said handing Lisa the blue fleece robe from her 
suitcase.  "Put this on and you won't catch cold.  I'll come back and wake 
you in time to get dressed for dinner."  She scurried out of the room and 
was gone before Lisa had a chance to thank her for her kind attention.
     At seven o'clock they were all clustered around the huge oak dining 
table, waiting for dinner to be served.  Candles graced the floral center 
piece under the linen table cloth and the table was set with a beautiful 
antique crested silver service.  Although the chair at the head of the 
table was cushioned with red velvet, the rest were straight and stiff.  
Dr. Quinn sat there now with an almost kingly nature and quietly passed 
the food around the table.  Nell rushed in and out from the kitchen, first 
bringing in a steaming cauldron of onion broth.  The hearty aroma wafted 
over to Lisa's nostrils arousing her hunger sensations.  The rest of the 
meal was equally plain but substantial, roast beef with vegetables.  When 
Nell brought in the po tau creme chocolat for desert, Dr. Quinn raised his 
eyebrows in mild surprise.
     "You've outdone yourself, tonight, Nell," he remarked dryly as he 
sampled the dash.  "This is what I call truly inspired cookery."
     After coffee, Dr. Quinn hurriedly excused himself and stepped into 
the kitchen where Nell was washing the dishes.
     "Come to my office as soon as you're through here, I have something I 
want you to do for me."
     Back at the table, Thea, who had said little during the meal pushed 
back her chair, and dabbed nervously at the corners of her mouth with the 
top of her napkin.
     "Lisa, I have to go into town tonight and attend to some important 
business," she announced apologetically, "just make yourself at home.  
There are plenty of books in the library if you wish to read."  She walked 
over and lightly brushed her lips against the girl's forehead.  "I'll see 
you tomorrow at breakfast," she said and disappeared up the stairs to her 
room.
     Nell completed her chores in the kitchen and made her way to the 
doctor's study.  What does that weasel want now, she thought, tapping 
lightly on the door, from the sarcastic remark he made at the dinner 
table, she half suspected that he knew about her plans for Lisa.
     "Come in Nell."  He was sitting at his desk studying his lab book, 
and didn't look up as she entered the room. 
     "Yes sir?"
     He glanced up at her impatiently as if she had broken his train of 
thought, then reached in a drawer and handed her a small paper envelope.
     "This is a strong sedative.  I want you to give it to the girl before 
she goes to bed.  I don't want her wandering around here when I'm working 
on my experiments.  In the meantime, I want you to keep a constant eye on 
her . . . but try to be subtle Nell.  There's no need to alarm her, if 
possible.  That way both of our jobs will be easy.  The powder is 
tasteless, but very powerful.  It should knock her out until morning, at 
which time I will expect you to continue your vigilance.  Did you save 
some food for Garth?"
     "Yes sir, I took it to his room while the rest were eating.  He's 
very restless, sir.  I don't like to be around him alone when he's been 
locked up for so long."
     "Don't worry about Garth.  Despite his appearance, he's nothing but 
an overgrown child and the very reason why you have trouble controlling 
him is because he senses that you're afraid of him," he said impatiently 
then looked back down at his notebook, dismissing her without a word.
     Nell almost laughed with joy as she made her way back to the kitchen.  
The kind doctor had solved her problem with the sedative.  Now she could 
have Lisa's unprotesting body completely under her power.  Her body ached 
with burning desire as lewd thoughts of Lisa's softly curved white flesh 
surrendering to her touch filled her thoughts.
     "Now we shall see, my love," she muttered under her breath as she 
hurried to finish her chores in the kitchen.  She shuddered in 
anticipation of the love play she would enjoy with the beautiful 
unconscious girl tonight.  She could still picture the rising pointed 
breasts, pulsating in the steamed room, and marveled now at the control 
she maintained while rubbing the soft yielding flesh in her hands.  The 
sexual stimulation surging through her body then, was almost more than she 
could stand.  But tonight she would be rewarded for her patience, she 
thought, as she obscenely pictured the various positions she would have 
the helpless girl in while she expressed her love.
     After dinner, Thea quickly made her way back to her room before the 
others could see what pain she was in.  She had waited too long to contact 
Erik, and now she was completely out of supplies.  Thank God, she had 
stashed away some methadone hydrochloride in a safe hiding place for an 
emergency such as this.  She frantically dug beneath the garments in the 
bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a small plastic bottle, 
shaking it empty of its contents.  Only ten milligrams left, she thought 
desperately, as she swallowed the strong narcotic in one guick gulp.  This 
will only last me an hour or two at the most . . . .  I must get ahold of 
Erik, she thought frantically, as she picked up the phone on her 
nightstand and nervously dialed the number.
     "Yes?"
     "Erik . . . this is Thea . . .  I must see you tonight . . .  Right 
now."
     "Oh yes, Thea my darling," his thick voice drooled over the phone 
with a casual air of indifference.  'I've missed you my pet.  You haven't 
been by to see me for so long."
     "Cut the shit," she whispered hoarsely.  "You know what I want."
     "Yes, my dear, I do know what you want . . . but, I'm afraid my stock 
is very low right now.  I would suggest that you call me next week."
     "Next week," she echoed, panic mounting in her voice.  "I can't see 
you next week.  I must see you tonight."
     "Very well, my dear.  Come to my gallery and ring the bell.  I'll be 
upstairs in my room," he responded teasingly, "We can discuss your 
purchase there."
     Thea slammed the phone down and grabbed a coat from the closet.  That 
dirty refugee bastard was thoroughly enjoying the power he held over her 
now.  She wondered what sly ideas were in his vile filthy mind, but she 
didn't care, all she wanted right now was a fix.

*    *    *

     For the first time in almost a week, Lisa felt completely relaxed and 
comfortable.  She stretched her long legs luxuriously beneath the sheets 
and nestled down deeper under the covers.  A few moments ago, Nell had 
come to her room when she was reading, bringing her a large glass of warm 
milk.  It was just what she needed to down the tranquilizer.  Now she 
could be assured a good night's rest.  Just before the deep slumber 
penetrated her body, she was vaguely conscious of footsteps approaching 
her door, softly but with determination.  She thought she could hear a 
soft murmur, a shadow of human utterance, then deep, deep sleep blackened 
her dreamy thoughts.



Chapter 6

     To begin with, Erik Holz was an assumed name.  He was born in Warsaw 
of a Polish mother and German father, the name on his birth certificate 
being legal at the time, but he had changed all that before the end of the 
war when he rightly calculated an Allied victory was near at hand.  In his 
youth, he attended the University of Warsaw and studied political history, 
supplementing his expenses by cleverly duplicating official documents and 
certain identifications for the more affluent students.  He had picked up 
this talent as a boy, watching his father laboriously carving plates in 
his small print shop.  His father never understood his industriousness and 
was always preaching right and wrong to him, never realizing that those in 
control are always right.  During the years, he had developed this 
peculiar philosophy of life: the only truths lie in being right and being 
right was to be on the winning side, assuming everything is relative.  And 
this philosophy, along with a certain amount of animal cunning kept Erik 
on top of the heap, although he did have a few close calls.  But for the 
most part his theory proved to be a reliable formula.
     After graduation, he had secured himself a small position in the 
Polish government just before the German invasion.  Then later, discreetly 
approached the German Military Attache with his briefcase containing names 
of certain key Polish officials still giving aid to the last remnants of 
the Polish Underground.  He was quickly rewarded for his efforts with 
another minor post in the German occupational government and that was when 
the money started rolling in.  There had been many opportunities; 
blackmail, supplying information for a price to desperate refugees, and 
aiding their escape with forged documents.
     At the time, he was lucky not to get caught playing his dual role, 
but he was beginning to enjoy his new position, he even married a German 
girl who worked at the German Embassy.  Just when his future seemed the 
brightest, the war took a turn in favor of the allied forces, and when the 
fate of the German conquerors seemed doomed, he contrived a plan to leave 
Poland, deciding he had crossed sides once too often.
     Before leaving Warsaw, he paid a visit to the registrar at the church 
of his baptism, and on the pretext of looking up details of an old friend, 
neatly removed the page recording his own name and birth.  With the 
purchase for one thousand dollars, he bought his way on a merchant marine 
ship and was off to Sweden on the next boat, leaving no word of his 
whereabouts to his family or friends.
     At the end of the war, he flew to Rio de Janeiro and established a 
lucrative trade falsifying papers for German refugees anxious to conceal 
their past.  His price was high, knowing many of them would face death in 
war trials then being conducted in Europe if they were caught, and soon he 
became a wealthy South American businessman.
     It was about this time that Erik, as he now called himself, decided 
that the quickest profit for his growing income would come from the 
wholesale trade of drugs, namely Heroin.  He was right, and for ten years 
he remained in Rio, prospering on the sale of the drug.  On one especially 
hot day, however, he decided to leave South America and seek a cooler 
climate.  His blood pressure was lagging in the tropical heat, he was 
eternally perspiring, so he decided to retire in a more comfortable spot 
and pursue the finer things in life.  The U.S. and an art gallery seemed 
to be the most reasonable answer, and still loving the great fun of making 
profit, he continued his drug peddling on a retail basis.  His art imports 
from South America provided a perfect front to receive his wares.
     After Thea's phone call, he replaced the receiver back on the hook, 
smiling to himself and began to stroke at his well-trimmed Van Dike 
methodically as he pondered over the opportunity that now awaited him.  He 
had unmistakably detected the tone of desperation in her usually coolly 
controlled voice.
     Erik found Thea to be an exciting, stimulating woman, despite the 
nasty habit she nurtured.  He had often entertained wild erotic fantasies 
of having her completely under his control to do with her as he wished.  
Although at times he had made subtle advances, she had brusquely brushed 
them off as if shooing away a pesky insect.  Now his excitement grew as he 
realized that tonight was the chance he had been waiting for.  Tonight he 
was going to fuck that snobby bitch as she had never been fucked before, 
and to assure her grateful submission, he would have two important items 
working in his favor: the heroin and the powerful aphrodisiac that he had 
been saving for just such an occasion.
     Thea's car drew up in front of Erik's gallery.  The dim night lights 
inside displayed the latest oil imports from South America that Erik made 
a handsome profit on, peddling them to the summer tourists at cut rate 
prices.  The main street was dark and quiet and there were no other cars 
around except for Erik's antique Rolls Royce, which was parked in the side 
driveway.

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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Expermnt (05/12)  "The Experiment"
Date: 23 Jan 1996 14:31:44 GMT
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     The apartment over the gallery where Erik lived, showed no sign of 
life, but as Thea approached the door, she could detect a small shaft of 
light coming through one of the heavily draped windows upstairs.  She rang 
the bell and a loud buzzer sounded, releasing the lock from the inside.
     Erik was waiting for her at the top of the stairway.  He was dressed 
in an elaborate crimson velvet robe that tied loosely around his bulky 
form with a gold rope tassel.  His sparse kinky red hair, expertly touched 
with gray at the temples for a costly fee from his hair stylist, crowned 
his over-sized head.  Small white pustules caused by a constant 
constipation problem, budded beneath the thin layer of flesh on his 
pocked-marked face.  He now stood smiling expectantly down at her, his 
watery blue eyes resting on the saggy pockets of flesh beneath them.  The 
robe did not entirely cover his spindly legs, and they jutted out like two 
thin sticks mounted under the huge mound of flesh that made up his huge 
grotesque looking belly.  The sight of him disgusted Thea, but she tried 
to hide her feelings, not wanting to antagonize him.
     "Good evening Erik," she said stiffly.  She was close enough to him 
now to hear his heavy nasal breathing.
     "Well, my dear, you've finally come," he said mockingly.  "I've 
waited a long time for you to accept one of my invitations.  Come in and 
relax, and we'll discuss your problem."  He ushered her into the plush 
living room, and directed her to the huge circular sofa situated in the 
middle of the room.  Soft, seductive music came from hidden speakers in 
the wall, and the lights had been turned so low, that when Erik walked 
over to the portable bar, Thea could see only the burning ember of the 
cigarette he dangled carelessly from his thick lips.
     "I've just come to get the 'H,' Erik."  Thea tried to hide the 
mounting irritation and was in no mood to try to humor him.
     "Yes, I know.  But first you must join me in a drink, I don't like to 
drink by myself."  He crossed the room extending the glass to her, and 
raised his own glass in the air.  "A toast, my dear, to a lasting 
friendship and satisfactory business transactions."
     Thea tipped the chilled rim of the glass to her lips and sipped 
slowly at the dry liquid.  She tried to hide her hands that were now 
starting to tremble.  All over her body, the raw, ragged nerve endings 
were coming alive and throbbing.  God, she thought, the methadone isn't 
going to hold me until I get back.  I'll have to have a fix soon or I'll 
turn into a mass of jelly before this slob.
     He walked over to the sofa and sat down close beside her, boldly 
leering at her body, undressing her with his lewd blood-shot eyes.  Thea 
we sure now that he could see the trembling hands and beads of 
perspiration on her forehead, but he made no comment about it.  She looked 
at his ugly puckered face for a sign of recognition, but all she could see 
were two hot coals in his eyes, burning with unmistakable lust.  His thick 
moist lips quivered in anticipation at the beautiful woman sitting beside 
him.  Finally, when he spoke, there was a smile in his eyes, and Thea knew 
that he was delighting in the power he was now holding over her by 
depriving her of the drug.
     "You look nervous, my sweet.  Would you like another drink?"
     Thea nodded and looked down at her hands, wringing them with growing 
anguish as he refilled her empty glass.  She took the second drink and 
gulped it down quickly, setting the empty glass on the coffee table.  When 
Erik returned, he placed his body even closer to hers until their sides 
were pressing heavily against each other.  His heavy breathing seemed even 
more pronounced with his intake of air coming more rapidly, as Thea felt 
the heat of passion expanding from his body and burning the side of her 
that was touching him.  She could see from the way his eyes continued to 
rove over her hungrily that he was going to ask a high price for the drug 
this time, and even though her tortured body cried for relief, she wasn't 
sure if she were capable of giving herself to the salivating pig beside 
her.  Thea sat motionless not speaking, knowing that it was useless to 
continue the conversation.  Erik would give her the drug when he felt she 
had earned it and not before.  From now on, he would call the shots and 
she would be helpless to stop him.  She had to get relief fast, and he was 
the only person she knew who could help her.
     Erik studied Thea over the rim of his glass, waiting for the effect 
of her second drink to take hold.  It had been a very special drink, 
indeed, he thought, chuckling to himself.  The tasteless powder should 
warm her up fast, it was known as one of the most powerful love potions 
that could be found in South America.  On impulse, he leaned forward and 
breathed heavily in Thea's ear, talking to her in almost a whisper.
     "Now Thea, shall we discuss our business transaction?  Let's be 
practical.  I've got something you want very badly and you've got 
something . . ." he leaned further forward and harshly sucked at her ear 
lobe between his tobacco-stained teeth, and then let go, "and you've got 
something I want."  He finished his broken sentence and leaned back to 
continue his lewd penetrating stare.
     "I've brought the money," Thea replied, fighting back the growing 
pain and another new strange sensation that shot through her like an 
uncontrolled fire the moment his thick lips had touched the lobe of her 
delicately curved ear.  She made a concentrated effort to steady her 
voice.
     "If you're low on supplies, I'm prepared to pay double the regular 
price."  Then she made one last attempt to call his bluff.  "Get me the 
stuff now or I'll go to another source, Erik.  I don't enjoy playing games 
to satisfy your demented sense of humor," she said looking at him cold in 
the eyes.
     Erik shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of mock defeat.  "You may 
leave anytime you wish, Thea.  The door isn't locked."
     Thea could sense that he was stalling for time and it wouldn't be 
long now that the pain would overpower her will, soon she would be begging 
for relief.  He must be crazy, thinking she would want to participate in 
any love games with him, she thought, watching him closely, waiting for 
him to make the next move.  She knew she wouldn't have the strength or 
will power to stand up and walk out of the room without first satiating 
her physical craving for the drug.  Thea shuddered at the thought of those 
thick hairy hands touching her body, but the pain was now steadily 
increasing and her knees had turned to liquid.
     The perspiration on her forehead now built up into heavy beads, began 
to break and run down the side of her face.  She took a lace handkerchief 
from her purse and dabbed nervously at them and leaned back further on the 
sofa in an attempt to steady her reeling body.  A warm probing sensation 
enveloped her body, fighting back at the drug craving pain, and she 
swallowed hard to control the nauseous impact that racked through her 
body.
     Erik continued watching her with an amused gleam in his eyes, visibly 
seeing the potion take control of her emotions.
     "You truly look ill, my dear," he said with mock concern in his eyes.  
"Is there something I could get for you?"
     Thea rolled her head back and a low soft moan escaped from her 
anguished lips, while her body began to slowly rise and squirm against the 
soft velvety material of the sofa.
     The sight of Thea's shapely body completely out of control, writhing 
before him, incited deep lustful passions in Erik, passions that he had 
forgotten even existed.  He reached under the fold of his crimson robe and 
began stroking his giant penis, until it grew to its full length, and 
protruded menacingly outside the robe.  With his free hand, he untied the 
gold tassel and let the robe fall free behind him.  Still keeping his eyes 
on the tortured woman, he spread his legs wide apart before her, now 
pumping at himself with both hands until his cock was rock hard and 
glistening in the soft light of the living room.
     Thea's tightly shut eyes had not seen the lewd display, but now she 
could hear his distant voice breaking through her spasms of pain. 
     "Look at me, my love.  I want to help you."
     Thea dazedly opened her eyes and dimly gazed into Erik's face.  He 
was grinning lewdly up at her between the unshaven stubble on his face, 
and feasting his eyes on her squirming curvaceous body.
     "Look at me," he persisted, thrusting his hips up towards her.  Thea 
lowered her eyes and saw the huge cock swaying in front of her like a 
cobra dancing for the tune of a snake charmer.
     "No . . . no . . ." she stammered, "stay away from me.
     But even as she pleaded with him, she could feel the strength 
completely leave her body with a burning sexual craving filling the void 
it had left behind.
     Erik now began to boldly undulate his hips and she kept her eyes 
glued on the swaying penis, hypnotized by its rhythmic movement.
     "Stand before me and remove your clothing.  Stand here on the table 
before me," he slurred at her through his thick lips.
     Thea stood up in a trance, completely under his control now, and 
kicked off her high-heeled shoes.  Lifting her dress high over her knees, 
exposing her long, softly curved calves and thighs, she stepped up onto 
the teak coffee table, and stood waiting for him to speak.  Her eyes 
remained glued on his large thick cock as Erik continued to stroke it in a 
teasing manner.  The stereo music now engulfed the room with a pulsating 
Latin beat and her limbs began to unconsciously sway to the tempo in round 
circular motions.
     "Now my love, I want you to slowly . . . gracefully, remove all your 
clothing and toss them down to me."  His voice came to her pounding ears 
in short jerky rasps, as she mechanically began to unzip her dress.
     Erik's beady eyes bulged from their sockets at the breath-taking 
erotic strip being performed on the table over his straining, throbbing 
penis.  It took all of his control to keep himself from ejaculating his 
cum up at her.  Her black dress slipped softly from her rounded hips and 
down to her narrow ankles.  When she stooped over to step out of the 
material that encircled her tiny feet, he got a clear view of her ripe, 
rounded breasts, protruding over the lacy edge of her black silky slip.  
The music intensified to a faster tempo, and Thea, seeming to be 
controlled by the sound, writhed and jerked her lush body in more 
pronounced gyrations.  Erik leaned over to the control panel by the side 
of the sofa and turned the volume up full blast until the music pounded 
and reverberated through the room with a maddening sound.  Thea instantly 
responded, rapidly jerking off her slip and throwing it down at him in a 
frenzy, her body swaying back and forth while her head tilted back and her 
eyes rolled up at the ceiling.  Small moans, barely audible over the 
beating drums from the stereo, rolled from her open mouth, now salivating 
tiny tickles of spittle down the sides of her chin.
     Next, her trembling hands removed the black lace bra and her breasts 
sprang out with amazing resiliency, peaking forward with the tips pointed 
and throbbing passionately.  Rotating her hips, in the circular motion of 
a belly dancer, she inched her panties over her hips, letting the flimsy 
material slide slowly down her contoured legs and fall to her ankles.
     "Give me your pants," he commanded, leaning forward to retrieve the 
black silk and lace material.  As Thea leaned forward to step out of her 
panties, her full ripe breasts dangled before his reach and he grabbed for 
them with both hands, viciously kneading and squeezing at them, ignoring 
her squeals of pain.  Then he pulled her right breast down to his gaping 
mouth, almost throwing her off balance, and stuffed in as much of the soft 
white flesh as his mouth could hold, running his tongue around the ridges 
of her nipple.  Slowing rising to his feet in a half-kneeling position, he 
ran his thick finger up between the inner thighs of her crouched legs, 
until they reached the hair-lined moistness of her cuntal opening.
     His ugly face loomed before the stooped, drugged woman with his eyes 
void of pity.  They shone into hers coldly, lustfully, cruel and 
unyielding, boring into the very depths of her wild dilated eyes.  His 
fingers continued their probing until they found the opening between the 
vaginal lips.  With a sadistic smile tightly pulled across his yellowed 
teeth, he gave a brutal up thrust, driving his middle finger into the 
depths of her passage.
     "Aaaaaaaggggg," she screamed between clenched teeth, "I can't stand 
it . . .  It's driving me crazy!"
     She continued groaning as the exquisite feeling of pressure in her 
burning void further ignited and stimulated the uncontrolled longing that 
possessed her body.  She strained the muscles of her thighs and began 
grinding her hips against his thick finger, trying to satiate the 
tormenting urge in her loins, while Erik slobbered maniacally over and 
around her soft full breast with his moist, hot mouth.  Crouching lower 
and spreading her legs wider apart to give him more access, Thea groaned 
in frustration.  His short stubby probe was doing no more but to drive her 
sexual urges to a higher peak, tormenting her hot clasping cunt.
     "Oooooooh, fuck me!" she shrieked from her helpless position on the 
table.  "Please fuck me!"
     A loud pop sounded as Erik jerked his thick hairy finger from her 
cunt and threw himself on his back on the sofa.  Spreading his legs wide 
open before her low bent head, he teasingly swayed his hard erect penis 
from side to side, gyrating his hip to the beat of the music in the 
background.  His breath came in short rasps and his lips visibly trembled 
from the stimulation rushing through his body.  But when he finally spoke, 
his voice was direct and clear.
     "You will do as I say or you'll get nothing.  Stand up and continue 
your dance," he commanded.
     Thea obediently began to sway and jerk, gradually building herself up 
into an uncontrolled frenzy, and as she threw her head from side to side, 
the hair pins fell from her head and her long flowing black hair cascaded 
seductively down around her white shoulders.
     "Ahhhh, a true Botticelli," he exclaimed, "a raven-haired "Birth of 
Venus" on fire with love."  His voice was wild and raving at her like a 
mad man's as he played cruelly on her untamed drugged emotions fully aware 
of the torment building up inside her womb. 
     Finally, he could wait no longer.
     "Lovely one, take me now," he commanded with drooling lips.
     Thea lunged down on him like a crazed animal kneeling on the carpet 
between his open legs, and grabbed frantically at his thick cock, 
thrusting it into her mouth, licking and sucking at the warm white drops 
of semen that glistened on the top of the swollen head.  Erik thrust his 
hips forward, driving his instrument deep into her sucking mouth and 
reached behind her, clasping his hands firmly behind her neck, driving her 
face at his open crotch, brutally pulling her to him with all of his 
strength.  Thea sucked at his cock hungrily as though she never wanted to 
stop, while Erik continued buffeting his hips back and forth at her gaping 
mouth, now expanded obscenely with the veined wrinkled flesh of his penis.  
She began to suck with all her being at the thick instrument fucking into 
her mouth, her eyes glazed with a wild animal lust.
     Erik released her head in temporary exhaustion, no longer needing to 
grind himself into the frenzied woman, now hungrily sawing at his cock 
through her tiny elastic-like lips.  In the dim light of the room, he 
grinned lewdly above her as he fucked her mouth and watched her lust-
contorted face suck and lick at him in uncontrolled frenzy.  She grabbed 
the back of Erik's swaying buttocks and pulled them towards her, driving 
his cock deeper and deeper into her face.  Then rivulets of fluid were 
dripping from the corners of her mouth and onto the matted hair of his 
pubic area.
     Erik moaned above her puckered mouth and rammed himself deeper into 
her throat, holding her head secure in the vice-like grip of his stubby 
fingers.  Suddenly he moaned again as without warning the hot waves of his 
white, hot sperm shot deep into her gaping mouth, mixing lasciviously with 
her saliva as she gulped and swallowed greedily at the white sticky 
liquid.  While she continued sucking and swallowing the gushing sperm, she 
clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around his deflating cock, 
swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing head until she had 
completely sucked him dry.
     My God, she thought through her dazed stupor, what's happening to me?  
"I can't help it.  I can't help it . . .  I must have relief or I'll lose 
my sanity," her mind continued to scream at her through her torment as a 
stifled sob escaped her parted lips that now lay buried in the softness of 
his perspiring crotch.
     Erik was stretched back limply on the sofa, momentarily drained of 
energy, but as his lewd eyes trailed hungrily over her naked back and 
exposed buttocks, now swaying wildly in the air behind her, his desire 
slowly began mounting, building up powerfully in the depths of his loins.  
Thea, who had been kissing and licking feverishly at the deflated penis 
resting limply on the matted pubic hair, trying to make it hard and stiff 
again, suddenly raised her head and threw it backwards, the cords of her 
neck standing stiffly out.  She flung her arms around the rolls of fat 
that hung from his protruding belly and looked pleading up into his eyes 
with naked burning desire and craving shining in them.
     "Tell me now, Thea love, tell Erik what you want more than anything 
in the world."
     In the back of her mind, Thea was dimly aware of the base indignity 
he was forcing upon her, but nothing else seemed to matter but the 
quenching of the driving hunger in her loins that was now becoming almost 
unbearable.  She lolled her head back from side to side, and parted her 
lips in agony, trying to speak.  Finally she was able to force the words 
out.
     "Stick it in me.  Get in me quick.  Hurry, hurry  . . . now!" she 
raved in bitter defeat.
     Erik showed no response to her pleading, but sat there enjoying her 
desperation.
     "Pleeeese," she moaned, and buried her face deep into his crotch, 
kissing at his slowly rising cock in a maniacal frenzy.  As his penis 
grew, Erik began a rocking motion, sliding his stiffening rod beneath her 
chin in between the deep clefts of her firmly rounded breasts, feeling a 
mild ecstasy as the twin mounds of flesh clenched and unclenched at his 
probing penis.  Soon his driving shaft stood firm and erect again.
     He continued his maddening probings, until Thea threw herself over on 
the deep-piled rug, rolling and kicking her legs wildly around in the air 
and arching her back until her vaginal slit was fully exposed to his 
leering eyes.
     Erik could hardly believe the exhibition of lust the raving beautiful 
woman displayed as she flailed around before him, begging him to ram it in 
her.  The love potion must have been much more powerful than he had 
originally thought.  He stood over her, now the complete master, holding 
his power over her pleading wants.
     "Turn over, and get on your knees," he hissed at her with a sadistic 
gleam in his bulging eyes.
     "Oh yes . . . yes.  Give it to me quickly."  Thea's pleadings were 
now bordering hysteria, as she kneeled in front of him on the floor, 
bracing her arms beneath her, positioning herself for the maximum exposure 
to her cuntal area.
     "That's a good girl," Erik chuckled as his heavy body crawled up over 
her backside, priming himself for the final conquest.
     "Hurry . . . hurry, for God's sake," she panted looking around at him 
with wild eyes.  She tilted her round buttocks upwards trying to capture 
his long shaft.  She could see his fleshy face contorted with a peculiar 
look of anguish with his mouth hung slack so that his chin and neck 
blended into one mass of undefined flesh.  Then, bending lower, he thrust 
his hard fat cock into the moist hair-nested crevice, smashing the swollen 
head against her glistening clitoris.  The impact threw Thea forward, and 
her arms buckled beneath her ramming the side of her face into the rug and 
tilting her swaying buttocks even higher into the air.  The pain went 
unnoticed as his jabbing penis battered away, attempting to make it's 
entrance into her passion inflamed vagina.
     In desperation, Thea reached under and up between her wide-spread 
knees, and grabbed at his cock, guiding it into her burning channel.  When 
his thick shaft found the target, he jerked his hips brutally forward, and 
buried his huge penis deep into the bucking woman's clasping hole, then 
paused to catch his breath.
     "Go on!  Fuck it!  Fuck it!" she hissed up at him with a murderous 
look in her eyes.
     He needed no further encouragement and his heavy body began smacking 
into her with wild abandon, smashing her full ripe breasts painfully 
against the floor.  Thea cried out aloud as his thick rod plunged into her 
hungry cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting soft folds of 
flesh in rippling waves before the cruel throbbing head.  She was now in 
an ecstatic trance as her greedy moist walls clasped around his fleshy 
cock hungrily, bucking at it to completely devour its length to the hilt.
     The crescendo of his unceasing ramming with his large hairy balls 
slapping against her buttocks sent lewd sensations racing through her 
ravished body.  "Is this what you want," Erik grunted over her.
     "Oooooooh!  Yes . . . yes . . . don't stop.  Do it harder, harder, 
oooooooh yes, darling," she gurgled through her parted mouth now 
salivating moist pools on the rug beneath her.
     Erik drove on into her, a complete feeling of victory surging through 
his crazed mind.  He had her now.  She wanted his cock plunging into her 
like this with all her being, just like a common slut off the streets.  No 
longer was she the cool aristocratic Thea, but a raving animal begging for 
fulfillment.
     Thea could feel the rising tide beginning deep in her belly, ready to 
explode any second.  The obscene picture of her helpless position and the 
debasing ravishment of her body brought tiny, strange ripples of fire 
dancing through her senses, and surging into a giant tide that was now 
engulfing her whole being.  It suddenly burst, exploding spasms from deep 
in her womb and spreading to the nerve-racked opening of her pores.  
Bright flashing lights burst in her head, and she bit down deeply into the 
thick piled rug in an unsuccessful attempt to muffle the scream of 
release, pouring from her throat.
     "I'm cumming . . .  Aaaaaaaaah!  Don't stop . . . don't stop . . . 
oooooooooohhhh . . . ooooh yesssssssss!"
     She couldn't believe the wondrous reactions of her body to the ugly 
brute pounding into her.  This, her first orgasm, flooded through her in 
great sensual waves, swirling around the hammering cock deeply imbedded in 
her cunt.  Warm rivulets of cuntal fluid seeped out of her vaginal lips 
and down the insides of her quivering thighs, and the feeling was so 
delicious she never wanted it to end, but to go on and on and on into an 
everlasting eternity.
     Suddenly, Erik's fat loins crushed into her, battering her body back 
into the rug and forcing her legs even farther apart.  Her whole body was 
now almost completely rolled under him, contorted into a fleshy ball of 
hot craving, flaming loins.  He rammed into her relentlessly, striving to 
reach his second orgasm, pushing into her with a maniacal frenzy, deeper, 
and deeper into her clasping vaginal passage until she thought he was 
going to rip her in half.  Her cum juices flowed wetly around his still 
driving prick, flooding his hairy balls as they pressed tightly against 
her throbbing clitoris.  He continued to lunge in and out of her for a 
seeming eternity, unable to reach his second peak and the longer and 
harder he tried, the angrier and more frustrated he became.
     He began shouting obscenities down at her crumpled form and pounding 
at her backside with his fat closed fist, but his hard shaft could get no 
relief from her now widely expanded passage.  He pulled himself out of her 
and began digging brutally at her small anus with the tip of his middle 
finger, stroking it up and around, then plunging it deep inside of her.
     Thea lurched forward from the unexpected driving pain that deeply 
penetrated her bowels.  Gradually, as his finger manipulated around and 
around deep within her, she slowly became accustomed to the unfamiliar 
intrusion.
     When he inserted the swollen, burning head of his throbbing cock into 
the puckered opening, stretching it almost beyond endurance, she dug her 
teeth and bit down at the rug to keep from blacking out.  The pain between 
her buttocks shot through her body as the cruelly penetrating shaft dug 
deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her rectum to its fullest 
capacity.  They let out a muffled scream, protesting the excruciating 
torture of her asshole from the driving monster behind her, but there was 
no relenting of pressure as his thick cock vibrated through every tissue 
of her being, shoving back the soft rubbery flesh inside her widely-
stretched buttocks.  Her eyes widened in terror as she felt the coarse, 
wiry hair of his loins scratch up and down into the softness of her softly 
curved buttocks.  He had methodically and cruelly impaled his thick pole 
into her up to the hilt, stabbing her like a helpless animal caught in a 
trap, unable to escape.
     Erik, now grunting and gasping behind her, began to saw rhythmically 
back and forth in and out of her soft depths without mercy.  His thick 
shaft pulled the tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh out with the base 
of his prick as it withdrew.  She heaved a sigh of trembling relief, 
hoping the torture had finally ceased, but before she could relax her 
loins, he viciously lunged it deep inside her again.
     His grunt of pleasure mounted as each thrust drove into her harder 
and harder, crushing his sweating weight against her with wild ecstatic 
abandon.  He continued to saw in and out of her with amazing rapidity, 
faster and faster, until suddenly a breathless gasp escaped from his wide 
open mouth and she felt the hot waves of his sperm shoot deeply into her 
dilated rectum, filling her to the bursting point with warm, sticky 
wetness.
     Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the unbearable pain receded.  Her 
drug induced sensuality smothered her body as she felt the hot powerful 
spurts surge wildly into her and she began to grind her ass crazily up 
against his deflating penis, not wanting the sweet torture to end, milking 
it to the last drop of his warm, wet seminal fluid.
     Erik groaned above her, muttering incoherently, his flabby body 
completely spent.  Now he gave one last utterance of complete satisfaction 
and collapsed over her, smashing her limp body beneath him on the floor. 
     Hours later, Thea woke next to the naked man, snoring heavily beside 
her own nude body.  Remembering her debasement, her first thought was to 
ram the gold letter opener, which gleamed in the night lamp of his desk, 
deep into his fat expanded belly.  But she quickly brushed the murderous 
thought from her mind, knowing that Erik was her only contact.  Already 
ripples of nausea were attacking her insides and her body was drenched in 
a clammy cold sweat brought on by withdrawal from the drug.  She had to 
have a fix right now.
     At first she thought of awakening him, but decided instead to try and 
find the drug herself.  She was almost certain that it was hidden 
somewhere in his desk, the meticulous bastard, probably in a hidden panel.
     She groped her way over to the desk, barely able to move her tortured 
limbs, and lightly ran her trembling fingers under the bottom panel of the 
middle drawer.  Inside a grooved crevice that served as a support, the tip 
of her finger finally came into contact with a round plastic button, and 
she knew she had found his hiding place.

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From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Expermnt (06/12)  "The Experiment"
Date: 23 Jan 1996 14:32:01 GMT
Message-ID: <grobert-2301960637580001@ppp-13.ts-3.la.idt.net>

     Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Erik was still in a deep 
sleep, she pressed against the plastic button slowly until she felt 
resistance.  Instantly, a hidden side panel opened revealing the precious 
powdered drug that her whole being now depended upon for survival.  
Moistening the tip of her forefinger, she dipped it into the crystalline 
powder and pressed it to her tongue.  She grimaced at the bitter taste it 
left in her mouth, but now she was sure it was the real thing, and even 
better, it was pure and uncut.  She eagerly searched through the other 
contents in the drawer and to relief found all the necessary equipment 
that she needed to take a fix.  A roll of cotton, a spoon, matches, a 
hypodermic needle, a heavy rubber tourniquet, and an eyedropper bottle 
filled with distilled water completed the kit.  She smiled wryly to 
herself, no doubt the slimy creep had enticed other victims to his lair to 
suffer these horrible indignities just as she had tonight.  Quickly 
dismissing the disgusting thought, she wrapped the rubber tourniquet 
around her upper arm and secured it tightly with a metal clamp.  Next, she 
placed a small amount of heroin in the spoon, dissolving it into a clear 
liquid with a few drops of distilled water from the eyedropper and lit a 
match under the base of the spoon, heating the solution to approximately 
body temperature.  Placing a small piece of cotton in the bowl of the 
spoon, she strained the solution through the cotton to rid the liquid of 
impurities, and drew it up into the syringe through the needle.
     With shaking hands, she bent the crook of her elbow until the large 
veins under the pressure of the tourniquet popped up, visibly throbbing 
under the surface of her transparent white flesh.  She then proceeded to 
inject the full contents of the hypo into her system and leaned back with 
relief, waiting for the drug to react.
     Her senses returned moments later as the drug brought satisfaction to 
her craving body.  She looked over at Erik who was still snoring loudly, 
and cringed at the fatty mass of flesh sprawled naked over the carpet with 
his legs spread lewdly open, exposing the ugly withered penis that now 
looked gray and completely devoid of life.  He was out cold.
     Making a quick decision, she took the packet containing the drug and 
stuffed it into her purse.  A small enough reward, she thought, for the 
obscene debasement that pig had subjected her to.  This supply would last 
her for months after it had been cut, and by then she would be out of the 
country with all the money she needed to purchase other supplies.
     She hurriedly dressed and softly tip-toed down the stairway, smiling 
to herself as she pictured the look on Erik's face when he woke to 
discover the theft.  Maybe this would teach him a lesson about the old 
adage of never mixing business with pleasure, she mused as she turned on 
the ignition and drove slowly through the morning mist back down the road 
to Brookdale Lodge.



Chapter 7

     It was morning again at Brookdale and small traces of life began to 
stir around the old mansion as one by one, its occupants, each with their 
own thoughts, prepared themselves for the day ahead.
     In his private apartment on the top floor, Dr. Quinn splashed cold 
water on his face, washing the sleep from his blood shot eyes, and peered 
thoughtfully back at his image in the mirror.  All in all things were 
going even better than he had originally planned, for he was already a 
month ahead of schedule in the preparations of his hormone injections and 
if all went well today, he would be ready to start the long awaited tests 
on Garth tonight.
     Last night he had made a strong breakthrough in testing the stimuli 
effects of his new hormone on the response of a male chimp who, by nature, 
indifferently will mount his female counterpart, and with no more than a 
dozen thrusts or so, will ejaculate with little sign of facial expression 
or excitement, then walk away from her when he is finished.  The female, 
in turn never appears to experience any kind of climax and remains docile 
and disinterested through the entire procedure.  This attitude, when 
compared to human response was so dry and unanimated, that months before, 
Dr. Quinn had programmed a series of injections for both primates, keeping 
them in separate cages until the entire dosage had built up in their 
bodies to a predetermined level, and last night he had entered the lab 
with his notebook and paired the two creatures, recording their following 
responses.
     The experiment had been dramatically successful, with the two monkeys 
leaping on each other like a pair of sex-starved humans, the male being so 
potent that Dr. Quinn later was forced to enlist the help of Garth to 
separate him from his mate, then gave the chimp a tranquilizer to stop his 
screeching rage.  The female had been equally eager in her participations 
and tried to attack Garth when he had entered the cage to retrieve the 
male.
     The stimulating effect of the hormone was more successful than he had 
hoped, and tonight, after he had started the first series of injections on 
Garth, he would be able to record his first reactions to this most complex 
solution that had taken so long to develop.  Soon, Garth would be ready 
for testing, but until that time, just to be on the safe side, he would 
have to lock him up in one of the larger cages to keep him under control.  
His next problem would be to find a suitable mate for the experiments, but 
he would have plenty of time to decide that later.  Right now, he would go 
down to the lab and start a fresh experiment on the two chimps, then take 
a break to consume a large country breakfast that Nell always prepared for 
him each morning.
     On the floor below, Nell was already up and around her room, neatly 
placing the spread over her pillow and wedging her hand beneath it, 
forming a straight crease under the fold.  She walked over to the wooden 
framed window and opened the panel wide, sucking in the fresh morning air, 
expanding her matronly chest to its fullest capacity.  Thoughts of Lisa 
still dominated her lewd mind as she remembered the night before when she 
had creeped into the sleeping girl's room and had slowly taken the fullest 
advantage of the situation.
     When she had first entered the room the night before, it was 
partially illuminated by a small night light that threw a pink glow over 
Lisa's youthful, curved torso.  Her breathing came in slow deep breaths 
which remained undisturbed at Nell's attempts to test her consciousness.  
Her long golden strands of hair flowed away from her white forehead and 
softly draped the edges of the fluffy white pillow, and her bud-shaped 
lips were slightly parted and tinged with a soft pink blush that matched 
the faint glow on her cheeks.  Long, thick matted eyelashes fringed the 
tips of her lids and brushed softly down on her face, which was now 
peacefully slackened in a drugged sleep.
     Standing naked by the beautiful girl, Nell had gently pulled back the 
bed covers, and feasted her eyes on the soft voluptuous body laying 
helpless beneath her lewd stare.  The sheer flowered nightgown had crept 
over Lisa's thighs, fully exposing her shapely legs and the ripe whiteness 
of her thighs.  Dark, silken strands of downy pubic hair covered her 
vaginal opening, contrasting sharply against the background of white 
translucent flesh.
     Breathing heavily, Nell reached down and worked the flimsy material 
over the girl's full rounded breasts until her body was completely exposed 
to her lustful cravings.  Beads of perspiration formed on her wrinkled 
forehead and trickled down the side of her face as she slowly eased her 
bulky body down over her helpless prey, who was completely unaware and 
unable to defend herself from the unnatural love-act that followed.  Hours 
later, when Nell had finally satiated her lust and cravings she had crept 
back to her room safe from detection.  The slamming of a car door 
momentarily startled her and she looked out the window just in time to see 
Thea entering the back door to the kitchen.  At the time, she had vaguely 
wondered where Thea had been night prowling, but was relieved that she 
hadn't run into her outside in the hall.  That was a close call, she 
thought as she drifted off into a restless sleep, I'll have to be more 
careful the next time.
     In another room far down the corridor, the sleepy haze that dimmed 
Lisa's vision gradually cleared and the unfamiliar room slowly came into 
focus as she tried to blink away the sleep.  When she grew accustomed to 
the light, her eyes traveled around the room, searching for an object to 
identify with, over the dingy ceiling and faded wallpaper, up to the 
antique canopy that covered her bed.  Stretching her graceful limbs, she 
yawned and sat up on the edge of the bed, then with great effort stood up 
and made her way to the bathroom.  Her legs felt wobbly and weak and her 
stomach twitched nervously inside her as she gulped the cold water from 
the bathroom tap.  She could vividly remember the strange dreams and 
nightmares that had pervaded her sleep all night, and decided to use the 
tranquilizers more sparingly in the future.  The drug had a strange effect 
on her body, which was now drenched in a clammy sweat that had a strange 
musty odor to it, and even her night gown, which had been freshly 
laundered, was now wrinkled and stale, even one of the side seams had 
loosened and was coming apart.  She quickly showered and dressed, then 
stood before the mirror combing out the thick tangles of hair until they 
fell free once more in soft waves around her shoulders.
     She opened the bedroom door and made her way downstairs quietly so 
she would not disturb the others in their rooms.  When she reached the 
foot of the stairs, she looked around the corner into the living room but 
it was still quiet.  She went into the kitchen, hoping that Nell or Thea 
would be there but it was empty, and not knowing what to do until the 
others came in, decided to go back up to her room and wait.  It was then 
that she noticed the door to the basement, slightly ajar, menacingly 
inviting her to explore the dark interiors below.  She could remember now 
the small windows on the outside of the mansion when she had first come to 
Brookdale, and at the time her curiosity had been aroused by the 
mysterious lights that had glowed from within.
     Cautiously, she placed her hand on the wooden panel and slowly opened 
the door, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness.  The morning light 
burst through the opening exposing a rickety stairway, but beyond that she 
could see nothing but blackness.  Looking around to see that no one was 
watching, she stepped through the doorway and slowly inched her way down 
the creaking stairs, guiding herself with one hand on the railing and the 
other held out in front of her blindly groping its way, until gradually 
her eyes became accustomed to the dimmed interior.  Signs of neglect were 
strewn around as far as her squinting eyes could see . . . peeling, faded 
wallpaper curled away from the wall and broke and fell to the stairway as 
her trembling hand brushed over it.  Cobwebs, intricately spun, hung 
undisturbed from the corners of the low ceiling, while all around her the 
air became gradually stale with a dampened mustiness as she slowly 
descended farther and farther down the staircase.
     Lisa knew that she should turn and go back, sensing instinctively 
that something evil was lurking below in the depths of the cavern she was 
now entering.  Dr. Quinn was a strange incomprehensible person, almost 
inhuman, she thought as she remembered his cold penetrating eyes, almost 
devoid of emotion.  He must be up to something that he was trying to hide, 
she reasoned or why else would he choose to work in such a foreboding 
atmosphere.  Even before she opened the laboratory door, she was sure she 
had guessed right and was determined to find out the reason for all his 
secrecy.
     The door to the laboratory was faintly outlined at the foot of the 
stairs from a bluish glowing light that beamed behind it.  Lisa pressed 
her ear tightly against it to see if she could hear anything, but no sound 
could be heard from within.  She hesitated for a moment, not certain what 
to do, then slowly turned the steel door knob.  It was unlocked.  She 
pulled it open with a concentrated effort to be as silent as possible, and 
peered inside the laboratory, mewing its contents with a gasp of surprise.
     Under the bluish hew of large fluorescent lights, gleamed the 
equipment of a large, fully equipped modern scientific laboratory, lending 
sharp contrast to the decaying entrance through which she had just passed.  
Long aluminum counters lined the walls of the room, holding assortments of 
strangely shaped glass bottles and tubes which were filled with liquids of 
varied consistency and colors.  Coppered-toned electric filaments 
connected to panels in the wall entwined many of the glass containers, 
while others simmered unattended over small individual hot plates.  Over 
the counters, the walls were lined with shelves that were fully loaded 
with amber-colored jars each meticulously labeled and dated.  In the 
center of the room, was a large double sink that had large chrome spigots 
and knobs protruding from it.  On one side was a dual hose attached to a 
small circulating pump, which connected two plastic tubs that contained a 
pink foamy liquid.  Lisa stared at the bright liquid as it was circulated 
from one tub to the other, while the low drone of the pump whirred without 
a miss, mixing the slowly evaporating chemicals to a predetermined 
consistency.  The motor seemed to be controlled by a time clock that was 
connected to the side of the strange looking device.
     With growing fascination, Lisa carefully closed the door behind her 
and ventured further into the interior of the laboratory.  It was a 
strange mysterious place she thought, staring at the gleaming metal and 
glass.  She had never seen anything like it before in her life.  Suddenly, 
she jumped as a loud animal shriek came from somewhere in back of the 
room, piercing the sterile room with a sound of unmistakable agonized 
torment.  Her eyes darted to the direction of the sound and spotted a 
group of clustered cages against the far wall of the laboratory.  As she 
drew nearer to the area of the imprisoned animals, the sterile environment 
changed.  She could smell the pungent sour odor of animal excretions which 
invaded her nostrils, leaving her light headed and dizzy from the impact.  
Her eyes widened with amazement at the collection of animals entrapped in 
the cages, ranging in size from that of a shoe box to a large steel-bared 
structure at the very back of the grouping that was as large as a small 
room.  This was the only empty cage of the group.  The smaller cages 
contained large black and white rats that scurried around aimlessly 
inside, sniffing blindly at the air with their pointed whiskered noses.  
Lisa cringed and moved on to the larger cages which housed various breeds 
of rabbits, and stopped to stroke the fur of one that was leaning against 
the bars, seemingly asleep.  As soon as her hand touched the rabbit, it 
leaped in the air as if electrified and lunged at her fingers through the 
bars, viciously snapping at the air in a futile attempt to dig its pointed 
teeth into her flesh.  Lisa jumped back in horror and surprise at the 
animal's uncharacteristic aggressiveness.
     With greater caution, she slowly moved on to the next pair of cages 
which were spaced several feet apart and contained two chimps.  The male 
chimp was sitting quietly in the far corner of his cage in a Buddha-like 
position, gazing at her with a drugged indifference, but as soon as the 
female chimp noticed her presence, she became hysterical, screeching and 
jumping around the cage with a maniacal frenzy.  Lisa stiffened and leaned 
against the wall in fright, not understanding the strange reactions of the 
imprisoned animals.  It was at that moment that she heard the door of the 
laboratory open and Dr. Quinn's voice calling across the room to the 
chimp.  Lisa froze with panic, wondering what the doctor would do to her 
if he caught her spying on him.  As his heels clicked against the tiled 
floor, nearer and nearer to where she stood, her eyes spotted a large 
packing crate and she dodged behind it just as he rounded the corner.
     "Calm down, Gina," he spoke in a soothing tone, and then glanced over 
to the other cage, "your mate will be revived shortly, and you can have 
your fun."  He addressed the animal as if it were human, and at the sound 
of his voice, the chimp immediately ran to the far corner of the cage, 
making small whimpering voices and screwing her face up at him with wild 
hate-filled eyes.
     Lisa could see Dr. Quinn through the thin cracks of the wooden crate.  
He wore a white lab coat and was now busily taking notes on a loose-leaf 
tablet, pausing momentarily to study Gina's reactions, then continuing on 
to finish his notes.  When he had finished, he reached down to his black 
leather bag and pulled out a large hypodermic needle and a small glass 
vile that contained a bright pink liquid, identical to that in the 
circulating tubs, and expertly transferred the mixture from the vial to 
the needle.  He dabbed the point with a swab of cotton and cautiously 
opened the cage of the male chimp, still sifting in a dazed trance, 
watching the doctor approach him with disinterested eyes.
     "Over here boy . . . over here," Dr. Quinn called softly to him as he 
waved the needle in front of his line of vision as though tempting him 
with a delicate morsel of food.  As soon as the chimp saw the needle he 
quickly scampered over to the open door of the cage and lifted his arm 
obediently in response to his master's command.
     Lisa watched thunder-struck at the monkey's reaction as Dr. Quinn 
emptied the pink solution into the hairy primate's upper arm, then placed 
him in the cage with the female.  Immediately, the pair starting dancing 
around each other in circles building themselves into what seemed like a 
sexual frenzy, screeching and slapping at each other with wildly flailing 
arms.  The female chimp began to move her hips in a wild jerking motion, 
but each time the male approached her, she would swing out at him, trying 
to strike him down.  After several attempts and different angles of 
approach, each met with the same reaction from the female, the male flew 
into an uncontrolled rage, attacking the female by viciously pounding down 
on her head with his closed fists.  The female turned away from him in 
retreat with her hands clasped over her head, fully exposing her backsides 
to his wild and unrelenting attack.  The male grabbed down at her 
asscheeks and inserted himself into her with hard gyrating smacks, while 
his loud animal grunts resounded from the cage, exciting the other trapped 
animals with a chaotic effect.  They all began running wildly in circles 
around their cages, bumping into each other and into the steel bars, 
screeching and howling in frenzied confusion, while Dr. Quinn observed the 
sadistic scene with a strange pleasure-filled gleam in his eyes.
     Lisa stared in disbelief as the mad man slowly dropped his cool 
detached facade, and gloated openly at the tormented flailing animal 
bodies around him, his notebook now forgotten as the sex-crazed animals 
shrieked louder and louder in frustration.
     He's mad . . . he's mad!  She thought as the panic knotted in her 
stomach and her wildly pounding heart felt like it was going to leap from 
her throat.  The loud animal sounds pounded in her head at a more intense 
pitch, as she pressed against the crate to keep from losing the balance of 
her numbed legs now giving under the pressure of her awkward squatting 
position.  To her horror, the crate gave way from her weight and toppled 
over with a resounding crash.
     Dr. Quinn glared down in amazement at the cringing girl, now sprawled 
helplessly beneath him on the cold tile floor, her eyes locked on his with 
terrified fright.  Slowly, for what seemed like an eternity, the wild look 
left his face, the cool composure returned, and he finally spoke with grim 
command.
     "Get up off that floor, and stand on your feet."  His voice did not 
waver or hesitate, but took the tone of a parent reprimanding a naughty 
child.
     Lisa obediently rose to her feet trembling with fear.  She kept her 
head bowed with her eyes lowered to the floor for fear that he could see 
the terror within them.  He had to be truly mad, depraved beyond reasoning 
to show such thorough enjoyment at such cruel experimentations.  His 
abrupt Jeckle-and-Hyde personality change frightened her even more than if 
he had continued his ravings.  He really thought he was sane and right, 
with his cold inhumane laboratory tests, she thought, fighting back the 
panic.  She could tell by the tone in his voice.
     "I'll hear your explanation now for this untimely intrusion into my 
private laboratory.  Maybe you didn't realize it before, Miss Carter, but 
I'll make myself clear right now.  I despise being spied upon.
     Lisa tried to force the words out with a steady voice but they came 
in short gasps.
     "I . . . I saw the door open upstairs, and came down here to see 
where the stairs led . . ." she paused, her mind racing wildly for a more 
acceptable explanation, but he didn't give her time to think.
     "Is that right, Miss Carter.  And did you see anything in my lab that 
you thought a bit unusual?"
     "No . . . no . . . I was fascinated by all the equipment."
     "And you didn't think I would be angry at finding you here?"
     "No . . .  No, I didn't."
     "And my experiments, Miss Carter.  Do you perhaps view them as bit 
strange or perverse?"
     "No . . . not at all," she stammered.
     "Then why did you hide," he interrupted harshly, "and why are you now 
looking at me like I'm mad?"
     The tears she had been holding back burst forth as she completely 
lost control and lashed back at him, unable to take his cold questions 
while all the time the shrieks of tormented animals roared around them.
     "You are mad . . . completely and insanely cruel!" she screamed back 
at him.  "You're the one that should be in a cage, not the animals!"
     "We'll see who belongs in a cage," he snarled, grabbing both her arms 
and pinning them behind her back.  Lisa struggled to escape his strong 
grip, but his brute force was overpowering.  He dragged her over to the 
large cage and shoved her inside, locking the door behind her.
     Dr. Quinn stepped back from the cage and eyed his beautiful captive 
with a lustful craving in his eyes.  He didn't care now what emotions Lisa 
saw on his face, she was trapped now completely at his mercy, like the two 
chimps and the rest of the animals.
     Lisa lunged at the cage door and grabbed onto the steel bars, shaking 
at them in hopeless fury, but the strong reinforced metal stood firmly 
locked against her feeble rattlings.
     "You're surely intelligent enough to realize, that you cannot escape.  
You're just wasting your strength with your wild flailing."  Dr. Quinn 
smiled lewdly at her through the bars, totally relishing his new found 
power over the lovely female animal locked in the cage.
     "I suggest that you save your strength, my dear  . . .  You may need 
it later on."
     The menacing tone of his voice penetrated Lisa's hysterical mind as 
the meaning behind his words struck cold terror deep within her.
     "What do you mean?" she asked, staring back at him unblinking.  "I 
demand that you release me at once.  What you're doing is monstrous!"
     "Monstrous?  Really my dear," he mused, "you are hardly in the 
position to demand anything.  After you've calmed down, I'll tell you 
about my experiment . . . maybe I'll even think of a way to enlist your 
participation."
     Lisa stared back at him, her eyes widened with terror, as he calmly 
adjusted his lab coat, straightened his tie, turned his back on her, and 
walked out of the lab to join the others for a leisurely country 
breakfast.



Chapter 8

     The frenzied shrieks of the lust incited animals continued on for 
what seemed like an eternity, driving Lisa's nerve-racked body further 
into the depths of despair.  She knew now without a doubt that the man 
holding her prisoner was madly insane, and she had to think . . . she must 
think of a way to escape.  But how?  Dr. Quinn had her exactly where he 
wanted her.  She knew that.  She could tell from the lewd look on his face 
that he enjoyed seeing her locked up like the rest of the trapped animals, 
and no telling what vile plans he had in mind for her.
     She stopped her pitiful sobbing and a cold fear ran through her body, 
as she thought of the power he now had over her, and what cruel acts Dr. 
Quinn was capable of performing.  She knew that she must think of some way 
to get a message out to Thea or Nell without him discovering what she was 
doing.  Surely, she thought, neither of them had any knowledge of his lewd 
experiments.
     Lisa looked around the cage for some object or material that she 
could use to convey a message to someone upstairs, but the entire area was 
bare except for the mattress that covered the floor.  The cage itself was 
sturdily constructed and reinforced so that it would almost be impossible 
to break out of, and the only opening besides the heavily barred door was 
a small trap door on the side that was just large enough to squeeze a 
small child through.  She thought of screaming at the top of her lungs in 
the chance that someone might hear her, but she knew that would be 
hopeless because the walls of the laboratory were covered with acoustical 
soundproofing panels, designed to absorb the loudest of sounds.
     Oh God, if these crazed animals don't stop howling, I'll go out of my 
mind.
     The loudest noise came from the chimp's cage, and although she had 
purposely been avoiding the sickening sight of the two animals ravaging 
each other's body, the menacing sound of a shrill grunting noise forced 
her attention in that direction.  Her mouth gaped open and her eyes 
widened in revulsion at the sight of the two hairy creatures pounding into 
each other as though they were trying to destroy one another.  She was 
horrified as she watched the male chimp ramming the full length of his 
throbbing cock inside the moist interior of his mate, while at the same 
time she savagely slammed her buttocks back at him just as viciously.  
Both chimps' mouths were agape and pulled tightly over their teeth in a 
half pain filled, half mocking expression.  Saliva ran down the sides of 
their face, and their breath came in short fast gasps.
     Oh no . . . somebody stop them she thought, before the poor dumb 
creatures kill themselves.  But her silent pleas went unanswered as the 
male chimp dug his fingers deeper into the poor female's hairy belly and 
screwed on wildly into her ever expanding passage.  Lisa could hear the 
slap of his swollen balls and see his long thick cock pistoning in and out 
with rhythmic beats, battering at the vagina as though it was his last 
moment on earth.  She tried to close her eyes and shut off the sight of 
the brutal animal fucking taking place so close in front of her, but she 
remained involuntarily hypnotized by the cruel bestial assault.  Suddenly, 
the female let out a loud groan and fell to the floor of the cage as her 
legs finally buckled beneath her, but the male continued beating into her, 
falling with her collapsed body without missing a stroke.  His hairy body 
was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that was unleashing itself 
completely against the pleading moans of his mate.  The chimp's power and 
energy seemed unlimited as he continued on and on, lunging and pounding at 
the hairy heap beneath him until no sound or protest could be heard from 
the female.  Her head was twisted grotesquely to the side of her body now, 
and her sightless eyes stared blankly at the direction of Lisa's cage, as 
her limp and unfeeling body absorbed her sex-crazed mate, still slamming 
into her with wild abandon,
     The lewd death stare coming from the battered female chimp horrified

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Subject: Expermnt (07/12)  "The Experiment"
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Lisa to the very depth's of her being, breaking the hypnotic trance that 
had engulfed her moments before.  She could hear her own voice now 
screaming and shouting at the dumb male animal to stop, but he continued 
his ceaseless screwing, either not knowing or caring that his mate was 
dead.  There was nothing Lisa could do now and she turned away from the 
terrifying, yet pitiful sight, burying her face in the mattress as if in 
an attempt to close off the brutal reality of the grotesque scene before 
her.
     An hour had passed, maybe two, she was not certain now of anything 
except that she was huddled and cringing on the floor of the cage with her 
hands pressed so tightly over her ears that her whole head ached and 
vibrated with tormenting ringing sounds, though she thought she could hear 
a distant voice calling her name.  She rolled over on her back and opened 
her eyes.  She froze as they came into immediate contact with Dr. Quinn, 
leering down at her on the other side of the bars, holding a tray of food 
in front of him.
     "Well, Lisa, I'm glad to see you've finally controlled yourself.  
I've brought you some breakfast.  Nell prepared it especially for you," he 
added, opening the small trap door and pushing the tray through the narrow 
opening.
     Lisa cringed and backed away as he inched the tray in her direction, 
extending his hands and arms as far into the cage as the open passage 
would allow.  He lifted the chrome lid from the tray, esposing an enormous 
meal that was large enough to feed two people.  The smell of the bacon and 
eggs and the thought of eating while crouched in this cage surrounded by 
filthy animals, sickened her to the point of nausea and she turned away 
from the platter in disgust.  Wild thoughts ran through her mind as the 
despair and hopelessness of her entrapment came back into focus.  If Nell 
had prepared the tray of food for him, then she must know that she was a 
prisoner down here.  Oh God!  She must know.
     Dr. Quinn impatiently stepped back and let the trap door slain shut.  
He was not certain yet what he was going to do with the uncooperative 
little bitch now cowering in the corner of the cage, but he knew she would 
be very useful for certain phases of his experiments.
     "Suit yourself, but I assure you that in a few hours, you'll regret 
not eating now.  As I said before you'll need your strength.  I've decided 
to include you in part of my hormone experiments."
     Lisa backed even further away from him until her shoulders were 
pressed painfully against the cold bars of the cage.  She could hardly 
believe her ears as she listened to his words, and the tone of his voice 
implied that he was actually paying her a compliment!
     "You look shocked, my dear.  You shouldn't be.  Actually you're the 
most eligible female specimen here at Brookdale."
     His eyes clinically undressed and slowly appraised her body as if she 
were being surveyed and analyzed under a microscope, while he continued 
talking, now more to himself than to her.
     "Yes, the perfect specimen.  Young . . . strong, with a high 
endurance rate.  Lush . . . ripe, a generous span between the hip bones . 
.. .  yes, I think of great capacity . . ."  His voice trailed off into 
silence as his cruel eyes bulged and widened the longer they drank in her 
youthful beauty, then fused into a hypnotic stare as his lewd mind 
pictured perverted fantasies of her ravishment.  It was easy for him to 
visualize the beautiful girl lying on her back in total submission to a 
rampaging mate, with her lithe supple body tightly pulling him into her 
with an equally savage burst of hot and uncontrolled passion.  He smiled 
to himself for he knew that the powerful stimulus of his newly developed 
hormone would be capable of turning his pornographic thoughts into 
reality.  His mouth began to salivate as he thought of her groaning 
piteously beneath her conqueror while he plunged and twisted into her 
vagina with the inhuman strength of a superman.  What pleasure he would 
derive from watching this uncontrollable little wench being used and 
debauched until she was of no more use than the lifeless female chimp, now 
balled up in a limp hairy heap in the cage beside her.  Perhaps then, the 
torment he had felt all his life from all the beautiful, yet unobtainable 
bitches just like her, would cease, and later, when the hormone was 
completely tested for controlled consumption, he would be able to start a 
new life.  Right now, he wanted to get near her and explore her body to 
the fullest so that he would know her true capacity before starting any of 
the tests.  His hands involuntarily trembled with subdued excitement in 
anticipation of kneading and probing at her soft resilient flesh and 
watching it gave way under the pressure of his strong firm fingers.  But 
first, he would have to coax her into taking the strong sedative that he 
had stirred into the orange juice, after that his task would be easy and 
quite enjoyable.
     "Come now Lisa . . .  Nell will be disappointed if I have to take the 
tray back untouched."
     Lisa relaxed a little when he spoke, thinking that at least the 
menacing, moronic look had left his face.  But she didn't relax completely 
for she knew now that he was so sly and quick that she was unable to 
predict his reactions.
     "N-N-Nell," she stammered, "she knows I'm locked up downs here?"
     "Of course she does.  Nell knows everything that goes on around 
Brookdale.  That's part of her job."  He paused and glowered across at 
her, letting the full impact of her helplessness sink in.  He could see 
her eyes completely dilated with fear now as she wondered how many others 
were participating in the inhuman conspiracy.
     "W-W-Where's my aunt?  Does she . . . does she . . ."
     "Oh come now Lisa.  How do you expect me to divulge all this private 
information to you when you don't seem to want to cooperate with me even 
in the slightest extent.  Drink your orange juice, at least, and perhaps 
we can continue the conversation."
     Lisa obediently gulped down the orange juice and winced as the tangy 
liquid burned at the back of her throat, now hoarse and raw from sobbing.  
She had to find out what her chances were of escape for she still had some 
hopes of getting out, though with each minute that pawed they were getting 
dimmer and more futile.
     Dr. Quinn watched her drain the last drops from the glass and seemed 
satisfied for the moment.
     "Your aunt is ill . . . or shall we say a bit incapacitated at the 
moment.  From what Nell told me at breakfast, she's apparently stumbling 
around her room in a drugged stupor . . . brought on by a strong dose of 
Heroin.  I wouldn't lean too heavily on seeking her help, if that was what 
you were thinking of.  You may be in for a big disappointment.  "H-H-eroin 
.. . . not Aunt Thea, she couldn't . . ."
     Lisa's voice trailed off as she stared at him with disbelieving eyes, 
but from the steady, sure way he looked back at her, she knew he must be 
telling the truth.  Besides, what possible reason would he have to lie to 
her now that he had her trapped with no conceivable way of escape?  Still, 
it was hard to believe that her haughty aunt would get herself into a 
position so helpless as drug addiction.  She shuddered, thinking of how 
the drug could so completely tear down a person's mental and physical 
being, in most cases, to the point of no return.  What hidden despair 
could have driven her to such a desperate position?
     Lisa could remember the movies shown in her biology class at school 
that profoundly demonstrated the physical deterioration of real life 
addicts going through different stages of addiction and withdrawal.  The 
last segment of the study had shown a woman completely nude with the 
entire surface of her body scarred from the constant insertion of a 
hypodermic needle.  This particular victim had been taking three regular 
injections a day before she was arrested, and had told the authorities 
that when a needle wasn't available, she would cut into her veins with a 
razor blade to insure quick absorption of the drug.  After years of this 
mutilation, gradually all of her veins collapsed except the jugular, and 
she had to carry a special card around with her in case of an accident 
where she might need an emergency transfusion.  The poor woman, now more a 
vegetable than human, had finally resorted to prostitution and theft to 
support her habit, and lived in constant fear that she might not be able 
to get the next fix.
     The thought of the destroyed woman in the film had sickened Lisa at 
the time, and would remain burned in her memory for ever, as she realized 
what devastating effects heroin could have on the human body.  Until 
today, this woman was how she had always pictured drug addicts . . . as 
the down and out misfits of society, but now, there was the frightening 
reality of addiction hitting in her family, and to make matters even 
worse, at a time when Thea was her last immediate hope for escape.
     Dr. Quinn walked over to the chimp's cage and inspected the debris 
left by the two wildly copulating monkeys, shaking his head in disgust.  
Rocco, the male chimp, now subdued and exhausted from his tremendous 
physical exertion, was feeding quietly on some decaying vegetables, 
showing no signs of interest in the dead female chimp whose body remained 
stiffened in a grotesque kneeling position.
     "Garth!  Come back here and clean up this mess," he called out to 
some unseen person around the corner.
     Lisa could hear an awkward shuffling sound approaching them, then 
froze in terror as the most ugly man she had ever seen in her life, came 
lumbering around the corner.  He didn't even look human, and his entire 
body covered with black, wiry hair except for a few bare patches on his 
cheeks.  The frightening monster that Dr. Quinn called Garth did not 
notice her as he obediently approached his master to do the task at hand.
     "I want you to put Rocco back in his cage and take Gina's body out to 
the furnace for burning," he said coldly.
     Shock registered on the brute's face upon hearing his master's 
command, then he ran over to the cage and peered through the bars.
     "G-G-Gina?  Is Gina hurt?" he asked incredulously, entering the cage 
and kneeling beside the dead primate.  He put his clumsy over-sized hand 
on her face and turned it gently towards him until he could see the blank, 
open eyes staring up at him.
     "Gina . . .?  Gina girl, what's wrong?"  He didn't seem to comprehend 
that she was dead, and continued to mumble pleading sounds to her until 
Dr. Quinn impatiently interrupted the pathetic scene before him.
     "Gina is dead, Garth.  She can't hear you, now or ever, so stop that 
babbling and take her out to the furnace, the stench is overwhelming."
     Garth leaned over and lovingly picked up the limp hairy ball of fur, 
craddling her gently in his arms.  When he looked over towards Dr. Quinn 
with disbelief and sadness, Lisa could see tears streaming unchecked from 
the dimwit's eyes, and at that moment, even with all his inhuman ugliness, 
he reminded her of a young child crying over a dead pet.  Seeing this, her 
heart went out to him with compassionate sympathy for it was clear that he 
had a very low mentality, and even though he must possess a tremendous 
brute strength, was certainly no match for the sly Dr. Quinn.  He bent his 
head low, trying to hide his tears, then walked slowly past the doctor and 
disappeared around the corner with his dead pet.
     Lisa let the air release slowly from her lungs in relief now that the 
maimed animal was no longer in her sight, then leaned back down on the 
mattress, pressing the side of her hot swollen face against the cool 
fabric.  Her whole body had a strange floating feeling, giving her a 
sensation of a new weightlessness and freedom.  She had the sudden impulse 
to laugh as a surge of exhilaration and well-being saturated her mind, and 
though she could give no reason for this great release from the feeling of 
dread, she vaguely realized that some strange substance had taken control 
of her consciousness.  She rolled over on her back and stretched her long 
tanned legs to their fullest length, curling and uncurling her toes 
against the hard pressure of her sandals.  No longer caring about Dr. 
Quinn or his presence, she pulled her graceful arms up into the air, then 
let them fall limply back on the mattress over her head.  This great 
wonderful feeling of total relaxation was now completely absorbing her 
mind and body, untieing all of her tensed muscles and releasing all fear 
from her mind.  She was grateful for life and for being alive, able to 
enjoy the cool comfort of her very own special privacy.  Gradually, her 
hate for Dr. Quinn was slowly facing into a mellowed tolerance for him and 
for the unnatural cruelty that possessed him.
     In her drugged state, Lisa had no way of realizing what a seductive 
lust-inciting picture she made, sprawled back on the mattress with her 
legs hanging loosely apart.  A faint smile curved her bud-shaped lips 
slightly up in a cupid expression and her silken golden hair was softly 
framing her face, falling freely around her head and back onto the 
mattress.  Her spine arched slightly pressing her shoulders against the 
mattress, and bringing her firm rounded breasts up to two pulsating peaks 
of tempting flesh.
     From where he stood, Dr. Quinn had been cautiously observing Lisa's 
gradual transition from a frightened, cowering girl to a deliciously 
seductive creature, completely releasing herself from fear or inhibition.  
He knew that she was now ready for his examination, and was just about to 
enter the case when he heard Garth shuffling back into the laboratory.
     "Go upstairs and help Nell for a while Garth.  I'll ring for you 
later," he called across the room to him.
     Garth nodded his head, and without a word desolately plodded back 
towards the stairway, closing the door behind him.
     Dr. Quinn unlocked the cage door with trembling, eager hands, and 
crawled into the cage, kneeling over the luscious beautiful girl with 
lustful anticipation, then lowered his hands and slowly cupped them over 
her firm, up-thrust breasts, gently squeezing and releasing at them, 
taking thorough delight in their youthful buoyancy.  The smile remained 
softly curved on Lisa's lips as she stared up at the ceiling out of the 
cage, now totally enslaved by the drug, unable to consciously defend was 
free, drifting into another world, unaware of her body from his sensual 
manipulations.  Her mind right or wrong . . . or the here and now, but in 
total submission to the titillating sensations coming from the rigid 
nipples of her breasts.  The soft torturing sensations growing outward 
from the burning center of her fleshy mounds began to melt and spread over 
the rest of her body, enveloping her completely with burning desire.
     Her body was loose and yielding beneath him, and she showed no sign 
of protest when he reached his hand up under her dress and ran his fingers 
over the smooth surface of silken skin on her inner thighs.  Her youthful 
flesh was incredibly firm, yet soft and giving, and warm.  The warmth 
increased as his fingers drew nearer to her nylon-covered crotch, now 
generating hot impulses from the deep passages of her cunt.  His trembling 
fingers grazed softly over the tightly stretched nylon and he could feel 
the downy pubic hairs matting together, providing a natural cushion that 
sloped into a darkened triangular area at the gates of her inner softness.  
Shiny strands of pubic hairs had strayed from under the nylon leg band of 
her panties and curled forward around the elastic, lightly grazing the 
side of his hands as he dug his fingers under the band and began probing 
the soft moistness at the outer folds of her vagina.  He massaged his 
fingers around and around in her unprotected openness, first stroking and 
pulling lightly at the top of her soft pubic mound then gradually working 
them into the now wet and well-lubricated slit of her cunt.
     The moist tender lips between her open thighs gave way under the 
pressure of his probing finger and their ragged edges curled hungrily 
around the tip of his middle finger as it slowly forced its way deeper 
inside of her.  Dr. Quinn marveled down at her loveliness that was now 
partially exposed.  Her dress had hiked up to her narrow hour-glass waist, 
uncovering the smooth white flesh of her thighs and hips.  She was the 
total picture of innocence.
     Her eyes fluttered and her smile loosened as his thick firm finger 
made its way deeper and deeper into her inner passages.  He could feel her 
buttocks tighten beneath her as his manipulations grew more intense and 
his finger snaked its way even further into her hot throbbing hole until 
it had gone as deep as its length would permit.
     A small moan hissed from her lips as the pressure of his knuckle 
pressed against the rising bud of her exposed clitoris.  Her dream-like 
state was rocked to its foundations with hot longing as the sensation 
spread from her clitoris and rippled up her trembling belly and out to the 
rigid pointed nipples of her pulsating tits.
     By now, the narcotic had complete control of her mind, releasing all 
inhibitions, and giving all power to her body's demanding desires.  Dr. 
Quinn could see her strong reaction to the drug and he knew that he would 
now be able to do anything he wanted to her without protest or struggle.  
The very sight of her responding so openly to his grinding finger filled 
his own body with a lust and craving burning desire, more powerful than he 
had ever felt before in his entire life.  Hopefully, he grabbed down at 
his crotch to feel if there was any life between his legs, then gasped in 
disbelief. 
     His cock was slightly rigid!
     Hurriedly, he began to remove all of his clothing, not wanting to 
loose the spontaneity of the moment or the precious rigidity of his 
usually dormant cock.
     The void left in her vagina when he removed his finger further 
incited Lisa's craving, straining body.  She arched her back and pushed 
her lush hips up at him, opening her legs wide apart and exposing the 
soft, pink lips of her throbbing pussy.  They seemed to be begging to him 
like a small mouth pleading in unfulfilled torment.  Her shoulders were 
dug deep into the mattress and her face was flushed with a deep red tone 
from the intense strain of her muscles.  Her fingers curled down to her 
loin and pulled aside the crotch band of her panties in lewd invitation.
     As he looked down upon her pleading form, Dr. Quinn could stand no 
longer the intense, white-hot desire building up inside of him and he 
threw himself over her, not waiting to remove his shoes and socks.  The 
impact of his body crushing down on hers, smashed her curved back flat 
against the mattress as his half-rigid cock partially imbedded itself into 
the outer folds of her lust dilated cunt.
     Lisa moaned and undulated her hips hungrily forward towards his 
prick, trying desperately to suck it deeper inside of her.  She could feel 
its spasmodic throbbing against the entrance of her vagina, wildly 
straining to plunge itself deeper into her hot, liquid depths.  The animal 
part of her body was building her cravings to a peak of frenzied agonizing 
torture and she unconsciously kicked her legs out wide to the side and 
tightly wrapped them around his jerking hips to give his frail cock 
greater access to her hot wet pussy.
     He held himself over her, bracing his weight on the flat of his 
palms, and he could clearly see the agony and want in her face, now 
contorted from her efforts to force him inside her, with her pink lips 
pulled tightly back over her even, white teeth in a pained smile of 
frustration.
     At that moment he wished he owned the largest stiffest cock in the 
world so that he could plunge it up into her quivering belly till she 
choked in pain.  But, his strong desire to punish her and all the proud 
bitches of her kind that had humiliated him all of his life by their 
rejection could not be fulfilled by the useless limp prick that even now 
was bending against the soft flesh of her open loins . . . unable to make 
a firm entrance.  His frustrations and hate burst forth and he began to 
blindly rip away the cotton dress that covered her breasts until it lay in 
shreds around her still straining body.
     He jerked roughly at the lacy cups of her brassiere, tearing the 
flimsy material beyond recognition until her firm rounded breasts burst 
forth, quivering from the stimulating roughness and pull of the ripping 
material.
     She groaned huskily as he lifted his buttocks over her hips and sat 
down on the flat of her stomach, while his fingers began to knead 
mercilessly away at the white creamy spheres, pinching and digging into 
them until they were almost completely covered with deep red welts.  She 
squirmed and twisted beneath him, trying to escape the hot flashes of pain 
shooting into her helpless throbbing tits, but the drug had completely 
paralyzed her.  She was dreaming of s thousand tiny demons attacking the 
sensuous naked parts of her body, driving her insane with want and white, 
hot desire.  Dr. Quinn began to slowly inch his buttocks over the flat of 
her stomach and up over the soft resilient breasts that slowly flattened 
under his weight, providing a soft velvet cushion under his lust grinding 
body.  He grabbed his limp penis and rubbed the tip of it against her 
parted lips, hoping against hope that the stimulation would bring life 
back to his softened penis.
     "Suck it, Lisa darling, suck it!" he crooned as he pushed his hips 
forward, letting his low-slung balls rest heavily down against her chin.  
Lisa gave no response, but continued to whimper and moan in protest at the 
tiny demons rippling out of control through her twitching body.  Her 
passiveness enraged him and he slapped down at her face with the open palm 
of his hand, crushing the side of her face against the mattress.
     "Suck it, you bitch," he screamed wildly down at her.
     The harsh, unexpected blow and obscene meaning of his words 
penetrated her half-conscious state, bringing back the horrible memory of 
Carl and the brutal fucking she had been forced to endure in the back seat 
of the car.  Once again, Carl was thrusting wildly between her open legs 
cruelly spilling his lewd sperm into her and debasing her with obscene 
humiliation.  She could see the flames from his butane lighter flickering 
over her face, drawing nearer and nearer to her exposed white flesh.  Her 
thoughts began to race wildly, thinking only of survival.
     No! . . .  No!  She must not let him burn her.  She must live!
     Without further urging, Lisa obediently opened her mouth wide, and 
jerked her lips convulsively forward, sucking the loose purple-veined cock 
between her small sharp teeth and into the warm pulsating hollows of her 
cheeks.  She began to suck voraciously at the soft tender fleshed cock now 
planted securely in her mouth, licking her tongue wildly around the ridges 
of the head, not consciously aware of her hungry uninhibited attack.
     Dr. Quinn momentarily lost himself in the deliciousness of the 
moment, pushing his soft palpitating organ deeper into the warm moist 
opening of her lips and straining with all of his concentration for an 
erection.  He wanted more than anything else, to shove his cock far down 
into the depths of her throat until his cum filled her belly to the 
bursting point.  Her licking and sucking was driving him wild.  Her tiny 
teeth punctuated the swirling flesh of her tongue with a sharp nibbling 
sensation, pushing him beyond the point of desperation and he felt 
helpless and of no use to her or himself as his cock remained maddeningly 
dormant inside the warm cavern of her mouth.  Then he thought of the one 
equalizer he could use to fuck her senseless as she deserved for 
tormenting him this way.  He leaned back and shoved her face away from him 
but her mouth continued sucking and licking hungrily at an invisible penis 
as he hurried from the cage and ran over to a small cabinet where he kept 
important records under lock and key.
     Nervously working the combination of the lock, he quickly opened the 
door of the cabinet and retrieved a black leather kit that was hidden in 
back.  He opened it, removing a large life-like dildo and without further 
hesitation, strapped the rubbery penis onto him, letting its huge form 
dangle loosely between his parted legs.  It looked almost real and was 
monstrous in size.  He stroked at it as though it were really his own and 
once again felt powerful and sure of himself.  He now had an equalizer 
that would make him complete master of her needs.  There was a large jar 
of lubricant that came with the kit, designed to help the dildo obtain an 
easy, painless entrance.  But he decided not to use it.  He wanted to hear 
her cries of pain and humiliation when he jammed the huge instrument 
inside of her virginal cunt.
     When he finally returned to the cage, Lisa was peacefully sleeping, 
her mouth now stilled and slack against her face.  This could only mean 
one thing.  The strong sedative was wearing off sooner than he had 
expected, and he made a quick decision to deviate from his lab schedule 
and give her the first hormone injection while she was still in her 
unconscious state.
     The needle slipped easily into the large vein in the crook of her arm 
and the pink liquid was soon circulating through her body, waking and 
stimulating every primitive lust filled want that could exist in a human 
being.  He could not wait for the young helpless girl to gain 
consciousness, and quickly mounted her in the classical position, parting 
the lips of her vagina with one hand as he guided the huge rubber cock at 
her wet, moist opening with the other.  He spread the crisp pubic hairs 
apart, separating them from her soft pink pussy and guided the blunt tip 
firmly and steadily into her, pushing against the resistance at the 
opening, then straining deeper and deeper against the fleshy folds of her 
tightly resisting vagina until he slid it slowly down into her deepest 
depths.  His balls slapped wetly against her upturned buttocks and now she 
was wide open, completely impaled with the rubber shaft up to the hilt.  
He finally had her where he wanted her and with the help of his dildo, he 
was going to fuck her absolutely senseless.
     "Oooooooooh," she moaned, as the impalement of her cunt brought her 
back to semi-consciousness.
     Her pleading cries worked as a starting signal and he began to 
slowly, methodically fuck the whole length of the fabricated penis in and 
out of her tight, sucking cunt.
     "Aaaaaaaaah!  Stop! . . .  Please," she gurgled beneath him, though a 
new strong urge within her began to slowly respond to the huge pistoning 
shaft.  Her hips began rotating in small sensuous circles around the 
searing hotness buried deep inside her, its flames licking mercilessly out 
between her legs, feeding on her wet cavern like a hungry feeding monster.  
Low, animal grunts emerged from between her parted lips as she brought her 
legs together and locked her heels behind his knees, desperately squeezing 
his balls down tight against the crevice of her ass.  Through the haze, 
she could feel his hips writhing and straining, as he pounded into her 
body without mercy as though he were trying to beat her to death with the 
brutal buffeting of his flesh against hers.
     Dr. Quinn was gradually working himself into an uncontrolled frenzy, 
with his eyes bulging from their puffy sockets and his mouth agape as he 
heaved over the body of the wildly fucking girl, trying to attain some 
sort of completion.  He could feel her pelvis firm and flush against his 
own, grinding and bucking in a wild spontaneous rhythm of uninhibited 
lust.  When he had first sunk the hard rubber cock inside of her, the 
half-conscious part of her body had cried out in futile protest, but now 
the evil hormone stimulation had taken over her responses, stimulating her 
with a demonic lust that she had never before possessed.  Her hands 
clutched at his body frantically begging and guiding his twisting hips, 
while at the same time, her buttocks ground back in such frenzy that he 
knew he was in complete command and control.
     He could see that she was coming closer and closer to orgasm and her 
whole body was consumed and alive, clinging to the elusive sensations that 
would lead her to completion.  He reached down with his long fingers, 
curling them tightly in the golden strands of hair that encircled her 
lust-contorted face.  He pulled down on them while he steadily increased 
the power of his thrusts to a faster and more brutal tempo.  He could feel

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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Expermnt (08/12)  "The Experiment"
Date: 23 Jan 1996 14:35:18 GMT
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the saliva in his mouth growing and growing until suddenly it spilled over 
down the side of his chin and ran in hot, wet droplets down on her face.  
His concentrated effort in fucking the helpless girl into absolute 
senselessness had taken full possession of him and he did not notice that 
Garth, the half-wit, had unwittingly returned to the laboratory and was 
now watching them with a child-like fascination.
     Garth had never seen two people making love before, though he knew 
vaguely what was going on because of his close association with the 
chimps.  They had often rammed their bodies together not seeming to mind 
that he or Dr. Quinn had been watching their lustful exercises.  But this 
was different, far removed from witnessing the two untamed animals go at 
each other.  Seeing the naked body of his master plunging into the 
beautiful creature beneath him, broke the god-like image that had 
surrounded his relationship with the cruel doctor.  He was no longer the 
powerful all-knowing master, but just another hungry animal pursuing his 
satisfactions, like all the others.
     Garth forgot his mourning over the dead Gina as his body began to 
react at the lewd scene of flesh slamming into flesh in the cage before 
him.  He could feel his tremendous hormone enlarged cock stiffen and start 
to push against the pressure of his pants, sending a strange agonizing 
pain from deep in his crotch to the rest of his ape-like body.  His face 
was covered with a deep red flush and he felt unable to control the 
tormenting stimulation that was now spreading through him like a rampant 
out of control brush fire on a dry summer day.  His mind throbbed and he 
didn't know what to do about his helpless torment, all he wanted was to 
stop the excruciating pain in his giant inflated cock.  He unzipped his 
pants and grabbed wildly at the growing rod of flesh, but it jerked 
forward even harder from the pressure of his grasp.
     He remembered once before after watching Gina and Rocco screwing into 
each other how frustrated the sight had left him.  The doctor had been 
feverishly taking notes at the time, and had not noticed the large bulge 
in the crotch of his pants or had seen the agonized want in his eyes.  
That night, he had crept back into the laboratory and entered Gina's cage, 
offering her a banana, then stroking at her soft fur as she greedily 
devoured the fresh fruit.  She gave no sign of protest when his fingers 
began kneading at the soft moist confines of her crotch, but whimpered 
appreciatively at his gentle probings.  He worked his body around behind 
her, just as he had seen Rocco, her mate, do all the while petting and 
whispering to her with a gentle coaxing sound that she always seemed to 
respond to.  His cock grew instantly and its blood-filled head jerked 
forward, seeking the tiny, but flaccid, nest of the chimps cuntal passage.
     It was warm and open, and his huge fleshy shaft quickly penetrated 
the shallow depths only half-emerging it's stiffness in the small chimp's 
resilient vagina.  Gina had been trained with the doctor's hormone to take 
on a mate with complete obedience, so she automatically bent forward, 
resting her weight on the knuckles of her hands as Garth began to slowly 
pump his way in and out of her.  His largeness overwhelmed the small 
monkey and short squeaks of protest followed each plunging in-thrust with 
a moan of subservient protest.
     His completion came rapidly that night as the friction from her tight 
hole quickly milked him dry.  The great relief that followed his spasmodic 
fucking flooded through him and he felt a great peaceful calmness take 
over his muddled feelings as he let his limp cock soak in the pools of his 
expended sperm until it grew cold from the night air.  That night with 
Gina followed many other nights, and as the weeks passed into months, a 
silent communicable bond formed between the man and the animal that was 
linked by more than just physical assertion.  He felt a strange love for 
the small chimp and he was always careful to be gentle with her, never 
wanting to hurt her, because she was the one living thing that was capable 
of bringing happiness into his lonely life.  Today all that was ended when 
he poured the gasoline over her lifeless body, then stood by while the 
flames in the furnace engulfed her body, and burned her into a pile of 
gray ash.
     His misery was hardly contained now as he watched the two forms of 
human flesh hungrily feeding upon each other with complete abandon.  The 
lovely young blonde creature was gyrating her body with such uncontrolled 
abandon beneath his master that she seemed to be in the throes of death, 
while his penis continued to piston into her wet, open slit as though it 
were trying to rip her wide asunder.  Garth could see the foreskin of his 
prick that looked strangely hard and unyielding, not really like human 
skin at all.  But his balls looked pliant enough, as they smacked in two 
round globular circles at the moist, open crevice of her wide-spread 
buttocks.  He crept closer to the cage so that he could get a better new.  
His hands continued to pump and caress at his cock, though the 
manipulations only seemed to be building his passions to a higher 
intensity.  He sucked in his breath as the narrow red slit of her vagina 
came into view, glistening under the bluish lights that burned brightly 
over them.  It was completely exposed and open to his bulging eyes, 
contracting, opening and closing with each brutal lunge that came from the 
rigid, rubber-like cock.
     As their bodies bucked together rhythmically, her white, flaccid 
breasts jiggled and trembled beneath the doctor's hairless chest, their 
suction emitting a soft whomping noise, chiming rhythmically into the wet 
slapping sound of his belly smacking against hers.  The strongest of 
desires filled the half-wit's body, for he wanted to have that blonde 
beauty even more than Gina, but he knew that was not possible now that the 
doctor was with her.  He began to pump furiously at his cock as Lisa's 
groans filled his head with all kinds of beautiful thoughts of him being 
inside of her.  Her groans grew louder and more pleading and he shut his 
eyes tightly, pretending that she was calling to him, begging him to pump 
it into as his master was doing right before his gaping eyes.
     And then it happened!
     His monstrous cock jerked forward to its fullest length and began 
ejaculating all over the floor, as his body shuddered under the impact of 
the powerful release of fluid.  He grabbed down at his huge ballooned 
balls with his free hand, digging into them with his fingers to feel the 
wondrous debating of the soft globes But he never took his eyes off the 
couple in the cage, especially the beautiful writhing girl twisting and 
churning beneath the desperately driving body lodged between her 
widespread legs.
     Lisa could feel the muscles of her vaginal walls giving painfully 
under the pressure of the giant rubber cock ricocheting around inside her 
womb, threatening by its pounding intensity to tear her wide apart.  But 
her quivering passage took the brutal punishment and begged for more and 
more, as her own white hot juices flowed around it and clasped at it as 
though it were real.  The powerful, sensuous feeling deep within her loins 
was driving her insane.  She never wanted the rapacious fucking of her 
young virginal body to stop.  She couldn't live without it.  Her hands 
reached desperately up and locked themselves around the back of his neck, 
pulling his face to hers, and began to suck wildly as his stir, pointed 
tongue swirling around inside her small, bud-shaped lips.  Their saliva 
mixed together in gurgling waves, as she sucked and bit at his tongue, 
swallowing all the moisture she could pull from it.  She was almost there.  
She could feel it!  The never before attained peak of deliciousness had 
grown and grown and she was just about to throw herself over the edge, 
spinning her body into an eternity of fulfillment.
     Her legs kicked out, quivering uselessly in the air on either side of 
him, as he continued to buck down into her unceasingly and without mercy.
     All he could think of was spearing her with his firm synthetic cock 
until it had completely pierced her body and came out her gasping throat.  
Right now, he didn't care if she lived or died as long as he could rid 
himself of the hate and frustration he had suffered all of his adult life.
     Oh God! . . .  You're killing me!" she groaned.  "I'm dying . . . 
dear God, I'm dying."
     He froze momentarily as the shock of the earthy animal sounds coming 
from her throat penetrated his awareness.  His pause broke the momentum 
building inside of her, adding torture to the debasement of the lewd 
fucking and pushing her nervous system almost to the breaking point.
     "Don't Stop!" she screamed.  "Fuck me, darling!  Don't stop now . . . 
hurry . . . hurry, harder . . . harder . . ."
     He rammed into her again and again as she begged and pleaded 
incoherently for him to end it all.  In rapturous passion, she bit down 
cruelly on his tongue, still jammed in her throat.  The quivering hot 
walls of her clasping cunt tightened hungrily around the rubber cock 
fucking into her as she pounded back at it in the throes of her first 
orgasm.  She was drowning in the flood of passion and exploded through her 
being, her mind, her very human existence.  It was never going to let up 
and she never wanted it to stop.  The hell with everything, she thought, 
was real and good.  What ever that was at one time, it was never like the 
ecstasy that was now tearing her apart, ripping her flesh into shreds 
while simultaneously meeting all the wants and desires of the present.  
The hell with Mark and her virginal image, this explosion was what was 
real and true, no matter who it was coming from . . . no matter that she 
would probably die from the fucking.  She loved it and loved the freedom 
that it gave to her womanhood.
     The blasts of hot fire, in spite of her desire to prolong it forever, 
gradually diminished in their intensity, then the shock to her mind and 
body flooded her deepest being as the last tiny electrical sparks burned 
out far down inside her still heaving belly.  She slumped limp against the 
mattress, gasping for breath, and little by little, entered another far 
off state of semi-unconsciousness, still dreaming of the lust-crazed 
demons that now had completely conquered her . . . completely possessed 
all of her existence.
     The whole thing seemed so unreal to Dr. Quinn.  He had never had a 
woman so completely under his power, gasping and bucking as though she 
were trying to kill herself against him like this one.  Whatever sex he 
had experienced, by the bitter choice of what was available, had always 
been with unattractive, selfish women that had taken him only because 
nothing else had been offered.  These women were always the most bitter 
and vindictive when he had been unable to meet their wants.  When, in 
desperation, he had finally resorted to the absurd looking dildo in his 
last bitter affair, he had been laughed at and degraded beyond his ego's 
endurance.  But now with this beautiful, young animal, some of the hate 
and anguished had been quenched, and though he wanted to continue with all 
his being the ravishment of her lust-crazed body, he could not, for his 
body had reached its physical limits.  As he lay panting, trying to catch 
his breath, he rested his body over the throbbing sweat covered flesh 
beneath him, remembering in quick flashes the debasing scene of his last 
affair that had taken place a seeming eternity ago.
     Her name was Donna.  She was a junior researcher at the university 
where he had been carrying on his experiments.  She was a good worker and 
sympathized with his beliefs of the responses of sexual release.  
Gradually, the nature of their relationship formed a strong bond between 
them, and he began to look forward to seeing her each day as he entered 
the lab.  He took to calling her after work and they enjoyed long 
uninterrupted dinners together, either at her place or in some quiet 
intimate restaurant.  The more he got to know her and her views on life, 
the more he was firmly convinced that he had found the ideal mate, willing 
to sacrifice his impotency long enough for him to find the answer for his 
misery.  He had been careful and cautious with her, not wanting their 
strong intellectual tie to break, but the time finally came when he could 
no longer put off a sexual involvement.  Donna revealed a physical 
restlessness in her personality, by demanding and nagging at him with the 
least provocation.
     That was when he had desperately gone to his doctor and shamefully 
told him of his problem.  He would never have done that for any other 
woman, but Donna meant so much to him at the time that he forgot all of 
his embarrassment and bared his soul to the man in the white cloak.  At 
first, the doctor recommended prolonged psychiatric treatment, but Dr. 
Quinn dismissed the subject abruptly and asked if there could be any other 
immediate treatment for him.  There was, the doctor said, and gave him the 
address of the company that manufactured synthetic sexual aids.
     The dildo arrived with a complete set of instructions in the black 
leather kit, which had been discretely wrapped in plain brown paper 
without the return address showing on the outside of the package.  He had 
studied the instrument and tried it on numerous times before trying to use 
it on Donna.  When the night finally came for his forced sexual debut, he 
had made elaborate preparations with candle light, champagne and soft 
seductive music in the background.
     When they had finally made it to the bedroom he had been careful to 
make sure that she was drunk enough not to notice the fake instrument 
extending from his pelvis and had proceeded to fuck into her until her 
body had collapsed in satisfied relief.  At the time he had been grateful 
to give her completion, and soon dozed off from the effects of too much 
alcohol and total physical exertion.  When he awoke, he found her 
conscious and staring incredulously at the rubber instrument still 
strapped to him.  There was nothing he could do to defend his exposed 
position, though he wanted to tear it of him and throw it under the bed, 
out of her staring gaze.  This had been the moment of truth and he gave a 
silent prayer that she would understand.  He looked deep into her eyes to 
meet the answer they would give him, whether good or bad, he had to know 
her thoughts.  Their eyes locked momentarily, but no clear expression 
could be derived until she leaned back on the sheets and burst into spasms 
of uncontrolled laughter.  She laughed and laughed, unable to control the 
hysterical situation of the moment.  That was all he could remember until 
he could feel his fists pounding angrily away at her soft body with her 
crying out for mercy.  When she left him, she was gone for good . . . 
never coming back to even pick up her pay check from the lab.  And each 
night for weeks on end he had sobbed uncontrollably into his pillow until 
he lost consciousness.  And each day, he would plod dry-eyed to work and 
lose himself in his studies.  As the weeks and months blended into 
seasons, his work became the utmost of his goals and he never tried to 
seek any other personal relationships.  That was the way it had been, 
until right now when he had released young, drugged prisoner in the cage.
     Garth, the unseen witness to his acts sensed that his master would be 
angry if he should discover him spying on him in this way.  He hated to 
leave the presence of the beautiful captive now sleeping on the floor of 
the cage, but he would return later when the doctor was safely asleep or 
at work in his den.  He quietly crept out of the lab zipping up his pants 
as he left, leaving the doctor to his own private thoughts and 
humiliations.



Chapter 9

     It was later that night and Dr. Quinn had regained his composure.  
Nell had prepared a sumptuous dinner which they both enjoyed in the 
dinning room.  The roast duckling with orange sauce had been succulent and 
juicy with the white tender meat breaking away from the bone easily from 
the slightest pressure of his fork.  Previously, he had taken a long hot 
shower and tried to sort out his now confused thoughts about Lisa and her 
inevitable destiny.  Still, he was not entirely sure about what he was 
going to do with her if she lasted through the experiments he definitely 
intended to perform on her.  By the time he had finished his coffee, he 
had decided to intellectually separate the how and the why of the problem 
and to continue on with his studies by breaking away from any possible 
emotional involvement.  That was the only way he would be able to succeed, 
and succeed he must, recovering his manhood depended upon it.
     "Can I take something down to the girl?" Nell asked, breaking his 
train of thoughts.
     "Yes, go ahead.  She should be conscious by now and probably weak 
with hunger.  But Nell, I would be careful of her now if I were you.  The 
hormone injection reacted violently on her system.  Just remember she's as 
wild and uncontrollable as the rest of the caged animals down there."
     "Yes, Sir, I will," she answered, lowering her eyes to veil the 
hostility burning from them.  She could not imagine what had happened to 
Lisa in the lab today, though she had noticed the tired lines of fatigue 
in the doctor's face when he had come to dinner.  She had wanted to go 
down there to see what was going on, but her fear of the mad doctor had 
held her back.  At least now she would have a chance to see Lisa again, as 
she had been longing to do since their emotional encounter the night 
before.
     She scurried back to the kitchen and lovingly prepared the tray 
worthy enough to suit a gourmet's delight.  She loaded the plate with the 
tenderest parts of the roast duckling, breasted potatoes, and fresh 
asparagus with hollandaise sauce.  For dessert, he added a dish of freshly 
canned peaches topped with cinnamon and spices.  Nothing was too good for 
the lovely, yielding body of the young girl now trapped in the lab.  She 
wished she could think of a way to help her escape, but right now she 
first must see to it that Lisa was kept strong and able to survive the 
endurement of the coming experiments.  As a second thought, she added two 
capsules of iron vitamins to the tray, just for good measure.  From Lisa's 
room she gathered some towels, a robe a blanket, knowing she would be 
needing all of these things for the minimal of comfort and then took them 
with the tray down the dark stairway into the sterile confines of the 
laboratory.  When she entered the back part of the room where all the 
caged animals were kept, she saw Lisa's body, nothing but a naked heap of 
flesh, still unconscious and unprotected from the cold night air.  She was 
sprawled across the mattress with her legs spread lewdly apart just as the 
doctor had left her after his obscene rape of her drugged body.
     Nell sobbed openly at the devastating sight and set the items she had 
been carry on the floor, running over to the door of the cage and pulling 
at it in an attempt to help the shattered Venus and somehow bring her back 
to the youthful buoyancy that she had exuded just hours before.  She could 
see that most of her body was swollen and bruised by the brutal fucking 
the doctor had given her and felt renewed anger and frustration where she 
spotted the red welts on the softness of her tender, white breasts.  She 
pulled and jerked at the steel barred door of the cage but it would not 
budge under the pressure.  It was locked, giving her no possible way to 
enter the cage and comfort the beaten girl.
     "Lisa!  Lisa!  Do you hear me, it's Nell.  Wake up dear, I've brought 
you something to eat."
     Lisa groaned and turned over on her side, not completely aware that 
she was not dreaming.
     "Dear God, wake up child," Nell pleaded desperately, trying to stifle 
the sobs coming from deep within her.
     Lisa fluttered her eyes open and tried to think of where she was, but 
her mind was swimming with disconnected thoughts . . .  Where am I . . .  
Who am I?  Why does everything seem so foggy and distant?  She stiffened 
her long lush body in an attempt to fight off the dizziness, but this only 
intensified the feeling, so she let herself go limp against the soft 
padded mattress.  Now the heaviness of her torso seemed glued to the floor 
of the cage.  Immobile.  Unmovable.  She tried to move her swollen lips to 
utter a call for help or just to get reassurance from hearing the familiar 
sound of her own voice.  But her mouth was all cotton, stuffed with a 
thick parched tongue that stuck to the roof of her dry mouth.  Her 
tortured muscles were paralyzed and unmoving.  Once again her will to 
survive won over the defeated physical state of her body, as her lips 
pursed forward and finally uttered some sound.
     "W-w-water . . .  Please . . . w-w-water," she choked out to the 
woman standing beside her.
     "Yes, dear . . . right now . . . right now.  Don't worry, old Nell is 
here to help you."  She nervously picked the pitcher of ice water from the 
tray and filled a tall glass to the brim, then took it over to the trap 
door and offered it to Lisa with a trembling hand.
     The distraught girl gulped it down greedily in several quick 
swallows, and leaned back trying to focus her eyes as her head began to 
clear through the heavy mists of her drug-injected body.  She said nothing 
when Nell pushed her robe into the cage, but quickly donned it to protect 
herself from the chill that was penetrating her body.  Her arms and legs 
felt like ice and her throbbing breasts were still quivering from the 
painful blows they had endured through the depraved screwing she had 
suffered such a short time ago.  The wet open area between her thighs hurt 
every time she made the slightest movement and to add to the torture, her 
bowels were now straining to the bursting point.
     "I have to go . . ." she said hesitantly, knowing that the woman was 
unable to let her out of the cage, but if she did not find some way to 
relieve herself soon, she would lose her control right on the floor. 
     Nell anxiously ran around the corner saying she would return soon 
with a bed pan.  Lisa propped herself up against the back wall of the cage 
and dipped the towel that Nell had given her into the pitcher of ice 
water.  The coldness of the rough terry cloth material on her face 
temporarily revived her and helped to settle the butterflies in her 
stomach.  She dipped the towel back into the water and pressed the 
coolness between her hot, aching legs in an attempt to stop the wild 
throbbing coming from between her thighs.  It helped a little and she was 
able to muster up a semblance of calmness by the time Nell returned with 
her bedpan.  Squatting over it and quickly relieving herself while Nell 
watched with sympathetic eyes, was a scene that she would not have been 
able to picture a few days back, but now she was beyond embarrassment or 
inhibition, all she wanted was relief.  Nell took away the pan and came 
back to the cage, lifting the trap door and placing the tray of food 
beside her on the mattress.
     The delicious aroma of the tempting dish revived all of her hunger 
sensations and she ravenously devoured all of its contents, not caring 
that she looked and acted like the trapped animal that she had been turned 
into.  Her reactions now were completely physical and when her hunger 
needs were met, she rolled herself up into the wool blanket and fell 
asleep without acknowledging or thanking Nell for the favors that she had 
rendered.
     Nell left the girl and plodded back up the stairway, vowing to get 
even with Dr. Quinn for what he had done to Lisa.  She knew that she would 
have to think long and hard for any action that she would take in revenge 
if she wanted to be successful.  For the doctor was quick, and by nature, 
much slyer than she.  If she were to succeed she would have to be quicker 
than he and take him unaware.  If she failed, she would never have another 
chance to get at him again.



Chapter 10

     The phone rang loudly once, twice, three times before Dr. Quinn 
slammed his finger down on the hold button and continued to finish the 
last paragraph of his notes.  He was mildly irritated with Nell.  What in 
the hell was taking her so long?  She knew he didn't like to be 
interrupted when he was busy in his study and yet she was taking her sweet 
time caring for Lisa when he needed her upstairs.  He had noticed that 
Nell had been acting strangely ever since Thea had first brought the girl 
to Brookdale and he fully intended to get to the bottom of it when he had 
the time.
     The flashing light of the hold button brought his thoughts back to 
the immediate present, and he pressed down on the open line, wondering who 
would be calling him so late in the evening.
     "Yes?" he answered, not trying to conceal his irritation.
     "Dr. Quinn?  This is Erik, Erik Holz.  Do you remember our last 
encounter?"
     "Yes, Erik.  No need to go into a lengthy identification.  Did you 
get the pharmaceutical supplies I ordered last month?"
     "I have the supplies, yes.  They just arrived from South America this 
morning, and as soon as you pay me for my efforts, I will be most happy to 
deliver the articles to your door step."
     Dr. Quinn hesitated and softened his tone a bit.  "I don't have the 
immediate cash right now, but I assure that my credit is good.  In fact, 
beyond question."
     "I'm not worried about your credit rating doctor," he answered now 
more sure of his position.  "I'm sure it's as flawless as your own 
reputation.  Right now, I'm more concerned with your available funds, or 
to use an old American phrase . . . your cold hard cash.  You see, in my 
particular type of enterprise, there is no room for sealing a deal with a 
handshake and a promise of good faith . . . or for that matter, charitable 
contributions in any shape or form."
     Dr. Quinn ignored his sarcasm and kept calm.  The old bastard had him 
in an unfavorable position and he would have to use all his ingenuity to 
maneuver his way out of it.
     "I have to have those supplies by tomorrow, so let's be reasonable 
about all of this.  What you have is not going to do you any good stored 
in your gallery.  The drugs are perishable and you know it.  I'm sure we 
can come to some kind of terms until I'm able to deliver the cash."
     "A good point, Dr. Quinn.  I fully appreciate your position.  
However, I'm beginning to become quite suspicious over the fact that both 
of my customers from Brookdale expect to use my goods without satisfying 
me with immediate payment."
     "Both?"
     "Yes, Dr. Quinn, certainly you can guess by now who I might be 
referring to."
     "Thea?" he asked with a surprised tone to his voice.
     "Exactly.  I have been dealing with her for several years and it has 
been a very satisfactory business relationship.  That is, up until last 
night when she broke into my desk and removed a very valuable item that I 
now wish most earnestly to retrieve.  Where is the lovely lady now, is she 
still at Brookdale?"
     "Yes, she's been sick in her room all day.  I've had my nurse take 
food up to her, but other than that, I haven't seen or talked with her.  
Look here, Erik, I don't care what you do with Thea or the objects you say 
she stole from you, all I'm interested in is getting those supplies from 
you before they perish."
     "Very good, Dr. Quinn.  The bargain is then settled.  Shall I stop by 
sometime tomorrow morning?"
     "Yes by all means " he answered with notable relief.  "Make it around 
ten o'clock."
     "Excellent.  I'll see you then."
     Dr. Quinn put the receiver back on the hook and mopped away the beads 
of perspiration that had formed on his forehead.  That had been a close

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From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Expermnt (09/12)  "The Experiment"
Date: 23 Jan 1996 14:36:31 GMT
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call.  If he had not had Thea to offer, there was no doubt in his mind 
that the shrewd old businessman on the other end of the line would have 
rang off without considering the delivery of his supplies.  Maybe if Erik 
knew the urgency of his program, he might be more lenient in the future.  
It was a chance that he didn't like to take, but he knew that he had no 
other choice but to entrust him with his secret plans.  He would be an 
invaluable ally if he could get him interested in his cause.  Damned money 
anyway.  With it, you could manipulate freely and follow any of pursuits 
urgent for your needs.  Without it, your enslavement was inevitable and to 
survive you had to prostitute your deepest beliefs, bending to the needs 
to those that had it, just as he was doing now by entrusting his life 
plans to a repulsive narcotic pusher.

*    *    *

     It was close to midnight and Nell had been tossing and turning for 
two hours, unable to sleep with the thought of the helpless girl caged in 
the cold laboratory, alone in the dark except for the dirty animals that 
surrounded her.  She had to go down, now while everyone else was asleep 
and check to see if she was all right.  If she didn't, she wouldn't be 
able to sleep for the rest of the night.  Not bothering to dress, she tip-
toed down the hallway, shivering in the cold night air as her flannel 
nightgown clung to her cold bulky body as if to hide her ugly form from 
the unseeing eyes of the darkness
     The loose wooden planks on the floor creaked loudly as she gingerly 
made her way to the door leading to the cellar.  She held her breath as 
the hinges gave out a high-pitched, protesting whine as she opened it.  
She stopped, sure that someone upstairs had heard her.  She waited for 
what seemed like an eternity, but nothing but silence answered the ringing 
in her ears.  She was safe.  No one had heard her.  She continued on down 
the dusty stair that lead to the laboratory until she reached the door at 
the bottom, and stepped inside.  The lights had been turned out and the 
room was in total darkness except for a few thin threads of moonlight that 
streamed from the small windows over head.  She cautiously made her way to 
the back of the room, being careful not to bump into any of the large vats 
that were still plumping and circulating the mysterious chemicals that Dr. 
Quinn had prepared.
     When she finally reached Lisa's cage she was relieved to sec the girl 
sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of her desolate and foreboding 
surroundings.  What a lovely, breathtaking sight she made, lying there in 
total innocence with the moonlight streaming down on her beautiful golden 
hair.  The silvery beams of light played across the long silken strands, 
illuminating them with such intensity that they resembled spun gold.  Nell 
couldn't resist reaching her hands through the bars and stroking the soft 
resilient locks.  Such beauty she had never known or touched before in her 
life and she was momentarily lost in the wondrous delight of the moment.
     Her mood was sharply broken by the loud sound of glass crashing to 
the floor in the front part of the laboratory.  Someone else was back 
there, making his way to where she knelt!  It must be Dr. Quinn, checking 
up on the animals.  He must have heard her after all!  She knew her 
punishment would he swift and complete if he caught her now, and she 
dashed over to the corner, crouching by the side of Gina's empty cage.
     A large shadowy form emerged around the corner approaching the cage 
where Lisa slept, but Nell could not see who it was, her eyes unable to 
pierce the darkness to identify the intruder.  She ducked down lower as 
the man passed right by her and pressed her shoulders and face hard 
against the cold tiled floor, leaving her large, globular buttocks 
swooping up behind her.  In her fear of being caught, she did not realize 
that stray shafts of moonlight beaming down on her exposed rounded 
spheres, completely illuminated their provocative position.
     Garth stumbled blindly to Lisa's cage with only one thought in mind.  
He had to relieve the burning pressure of tormented desire that was 
rampaging from his swollen cock with no let up.  All that evening he had 
sat in his room thinking of the lewd scene that he had witnessed earlier 
that day, until gradually his own lust had built up into an uncontrollable 
frenzy.  Now as he pulled at the door of the cage to reach the object of 
his passion, he found that it was locked tight.  He jerked and strained 
his powerful hands against the bolted door, hoping to muster superhuman 
strength inside of him and break down the barrier that separated him from 
Lisa.  The lock remained firm and secure, and the girl continued to sleep 
peacefully, unaware of the lust-incited monster struggling with all of his 
strength to get at her.
     The cold steel bars remained firmly entrenched in their locked 
position.  They would not budge nor give no matter how hard he tried to 
force them open.  It was hopeless.  He pressed his hot face against the 
cold metal bars, moaning out his frustrations to the sleeping beauty 
within the safe confines of the cage.  She seemed coldly indifferent to 
his tortured soul, not seeming to care at all that she could not please 
him with the softness of her body.  His fury slowly built to an 
insurmountable peak as he, in his ignorance blindly hoped for something to 
happen that might quench the hot burning pain stabbing at his crotch.  He 
glanced over longingly at Gina's empty cage wishing that she was still 
alive.  He would not be hurting if she were still here.
     It was at that moment that he spotted Nell's quivering buttocks 
wavering temptingly in the air from behind Gina's cage.  His dim mind 
couldn't believe his eyes.  His wish had been answered so close to the 
spot that he had screwed the female chimp that he naturally thought the 
fleshy mounds had been placed there by some unseen friend to be used until 
the hot lust burning inside him had been satiated.  Fearing that the large 
accommodating ass was merely a dream, he streaked across the small space 
that separated them, and before Nell knew what was happening, he had 
landed on top of her back with a loud groan and jammed his hard lengthened 
shaft deep in her belly.
     Shock and revulsion engulfed the lesbian's awareness as she felt the 
unbelievable hugeness of the cruel penis suddenly tearing away at her 
insides with a wild animal-like abandon.  She couldn't believe it was 
happening to her.
     "Uuuuuuuhhhhgggg!" she grunted as the giant prick pushed back on the 
fleshy folds within her vagina and smacked against her belly.  Rough 
callused hands reached down under her nightgown and cupped around her 
flabby breasts, which hung loosely down like two large cow udders, and 
greedily began squeezing and pulling at them until it felt as though they 
were going to be ripped from her body.
     The unseen monster plunged his powerful pelvis hard against her open 
slit, flattening her fat bulbous ass under his terrible weight.  She 
jerked forward with a gasp of pain and held her breath, trying to absorb 
the enormous shaft that was now pistoning around the wet sensitive walls 
of her vagina.  She could feel the hot rivulets of sweat rolling down her 
forehead and into her eyes, almost blinding her vision and she felt like 
she was going to faint from the tremendous toll of pain that was riveting 
into her like an iron jack hammer.
     Garth closed his eyes tightly shut against the exquisite feeling of 
wet warmness that covered his entire cock.  His rigid monster was now 
pressed deep in the hot, protesting moistness of her cunt with wild 
electric shocks of pleasure pulsating through it.  With each successive 
thrust, the electric shocks gradually built up and blended into an 
overpowering wave of sensual delight.  He could feel an unbearable 
pressure pushing against his loaded balls, and knew they would soon 
explode and empty their hot cum into the large wet cavern beneath them.
     This vast, widely open hole was not like Gina's at all.  With Gina, 
he always had to be tender and gentle for fear of tearing her small slit 
apart, and even then his rigid cock was only able to half penetrate its 
small depths.  But now he was able to ram his full length into the wet 
expanding passage until he could feel his balls slapping against the 
crevice of her ass.  He reached his hands back and dug them harshly into 
her pliant hips, holding them firmly in the air as he felt his long, thick 
cock impress itself again and again into the moist naked slit of her 
behind.  His hairy knees behind her pushed her thighs wider apart, holding 
her wide and helpless to the brutal pounding of his body.  He coursed his 
hands down over her buttocks, and pressed his thumbs on either side of her 
puckered anus, stretching it wide open.  Then, she felt a hot burning rod 
fill her ass as he jammed his middle finger up to the hilt into it.
     She screamed, unable to bear the crude fucking of both of her private 
parts as waves of pain and nausea simultaneously enveloped her straining 
body.  She tried to crawl away, but she was overpowered and held back by 
the beast behind her.  The excruciating torture of her anus and cunt was 
becoming more painful than her consciousness could bear.  She groaned once 
more in anguish, then felt long welcome waves of darkness take hold of her 
body as she mercifully passed out.
     Garth felt her body go limp beneath him and grabbed onto her hips 
with his free hand, pulling her back onto his plunging rod.  His giant 
tormenting staff had grown and expanded to its fullest length as he 
continued to fuck into her wildly with the pressure in his loins rocketing 
to the bursting point.  He gasped and sputtered incoherently, shoving his 
cock forward with a mighty thrust into the walls of her quivering belly.  
Hot waves of thick, creamy cum spewed forth to fill her womb with great 
gushes of warm, sticky wetness.  He groaned with delight as moments later 
he felt the last drops of sperm empty far up into her pussy, then pulled 
his deflated penis out of the lump, swaying buttocks and leaned back on 
his heels, trying to catch his breath.
     The full moon had risen higher in the midnight sky, casting brighter 
beams of light through the small windows overhead and now illuminated the 
spot were Garth sat resting.  Nell's unconscious body had fallen over on 
its side when he had released her, with her face clearly exposed to his 
view.  As his head gradually cleared and he had adjusted his vision to the 
darkness around him, he saw the plain face of Nell on the other side of 
the ass that he had just finished fucking.  He froze in terror!  The loose 
flesh on her face was strangely contorted in an anguished expression as 
though she were having a bad dream.
     Garth stood up in panic, letting his open pants fall unnoticed to his 
feet.  He could imagine the horrible punishment he would face for what he 
had just done.  He wanted to run away and never stop, but his legs 
remained immobile in fear and he stood paralyzed for a moment, not knowing 
what to do next.  He buried his face in his hands and began to sob wildly, 
he had never felt so much dread in his entire life.  The fear that 
encompassed his body, now controlled the half-wit's entire being and he 
did not notice his penis stiffen and empty its piss down on the 
unconscious woman sprawled beneath him.
     Her moaning sounds snapped Garth out of his paralytic state and he 
stumbled back away from her, pulling at his pants as he ran.  He did not 
know where he was going, but he knew he must be out of her sight before 
she came to.  Still sobbing, he blindly felt his way through the darkened 
passages of the outer lab, and ran through the door and up the stairway as 
fast as his awkward legs could carry him.  He ran through the main 
entrance of the house and out into the cool night air, not stopping or 
looking back to see if anyone was following.  His bulky lumbering body 
crossed the large expanse of lawn that circled the front part of the 
mansion and continued on through the orchard.  He passed by the large 
cluster of trees, not caring that their limbs and branches were tearing at 
his clothing and scratching his flesh.  His pure animal instincts had 
taken over what reasoning was left in his dim mind, and his only thought 
now was to escape the cruel punishment that awaited him back at the house.
     He stopped abruptly when he reached the huge iron gate at the main 
entrance to Brookdale, and stared wildly through the bars to the road 
beyond.  He knew he would be able to scale the brick walls with ease, yet 
the fear of facing the unknown held him back.  His retarded memory 
couldn't remember the time before he was brought to Brookdale, and he now 
trembled in fear at the thought of facing what was on the outside of these 
walls. 
     He was trapped!
     The hysteria in his body mounted as he stood suspended with 
indecision.  He had no where to go, either backwards or forwards, and his 
mind felt like it was about to explode from the panic that seized it.  He 
jumped back in fright as the phone by the side of the gate began to ring 
persistently.  The ringing sound was high-pitched and hurt his head.  He 
reached through the iron bars and removed the receiver from its hook.  The 
long extension reached easily through the gate and he placed the phone to 
his ears, though not making a sound.
     "Garth? . . .  Is that you?"
     It was Dr. Quinn!  Garth's hands trembled and his breathing came in 
loud rasps, as he desperately clung to the receiver, not uttering a word.
     "Garth, I know you're there.  I can hear you breathing."
     Garth sucked in his breath and held it, but could not release his 
hand from the phone.
     "I just want to tell you that Nell is not mad at you.  You're to come 
back to your room immediately.  No one's going to punish you."
     Dr. Quinn pressed his ear tightly against the receiver, anxiously 
waiting for a reply.  He kept his voice low and calm, not wanting to 
excite Garth or to scare him away.  After finding Nell on the lab floor, 
he quickly guessed what had happened and ran up to Garth's room to see if 
he was there.  The room was empty, so on a second hunch he decided to ring 
the gate.  The last thing he wanted to do was to go out in the night, 
searching for a mad man.  There was no telling what he would do in his 
crazed state if he thought he was cornered.  He must convince Garth to 
come back of his own free will, and to do that he would remove the object 
of his fear.
     A stifled sob sounded on the other side of the line.
     "No one's going to hurt you in any way.  Is that understood?  You 
couldn't help what you were doing, we understand that."
     Another sob.
     "Hang up the phone now and go straight to your room.  Where else 
could you go, Garth?  I've told you countless of times that the people on 
the outside would hurt you and laugh at you . . . you know that.  I'm 
going to hang up now . . .  Good-bye."
     Dr. Quinn slowly replaced the receiver back on the hook.  His anger 
was subsiding now for he knew Garth would return.  But because of Nell's 
stupidity, he had almost lost him, at a time when his presence was most 
crucial to completing the experiments.  He glared down at Nell, now 
sitting in the chair by his desk, sobbing quietly into the cloth he had 
given her to clean herself up.
     "Just what were you doing down there at this time of night?" he asked 
coldly.
     "I-I . . . was worried about the girl, so I thought I would check to 
see if she was all right  . . .  T-T-That's all."
     Dr. Quinn ignored her answer and slowly puffed on his cigarette until 
the ash on the tip turned into a bright burning coal.  He openly studied 
the beaten woman now gasping for breath, trying to control her sobbing.  
He felt no pity or compassion though, for he could well imagine the real 
reason why she had crept down to Lisa's cage so craftily in the middle of 
the night.  In fact, her punishment had an essence of poetic justice about 
it.  She had gotten just what she deserved.
     "Nell, I'm going to be straight forward with you," he announced, 
breaking the silence.  "Number one . . .  Your apparent attraction to Lisa 
is obvious.  Number two, I'm well aware of your lewd sexual habits.  
Number three, if you step out of line  . . . just one more time, I'll pick 
up this phone and turn you into the authorities."
     Nell stared back at him, her eyes wide with disbelief.
     "I took the trouble to check up on you when you first came here," he 
said.  "I would say right now  . . . that your position is static, so I 
suggest that you heed this warning.  That's all . . . you may go now."
     Nell stood up and started to leave the room.
     "Oh, by the way, Nell.  I'm expecting a visitor tomorrow morning, so 
set an extra plate on the table."



Chapter 11

     Carl Shankey was drunk, and couldn't care less.  He tipped the bottle 
of Scotch up to his lips and greedily took a couple of swallows, letting 
the burning liquid slide down his throat and into his stomach.  He set the 
bottle down on the floor and rolled over on the beds staring at the 
ceiling.  What a crummy day it had been, he thought, glancing at his 
watch.  It was almost 6PM.  Well, it was almost over, maybe the rest of 
the week would be more salvageable, anyway he should get up, it was almost 
time for dinner.  Tonight he would have to settle for eating with the rest 
of the fellows who lived at the fraternity . . . if he hadn't spent his 
weekly allowance so soon, he could have gone down to the local tavern.  
Life's a bitch.
     He knew he should go use the bathroom now before the great rush 
before dinner, but he remained on the bed, thinking of the day's events.  
What the hell was wrong with everyone anyhow?  That morning, Dean Townsend 
had called him into his office and spent half the morning talking to him 
in ominous undertones . . . about nothing but a lot of crap.
     "Carl," he said, "for the past few months, I've been hearing a lot of 
negative rumors about your social conduct.  At the time, I was concerned.  
But, I never like to base a premise on a few rumors.  They were stories 
that easily pass from student to student, and eventually reach a member of 
the faculty  . . . and hence to me.  But enough of that . . .  To add to 
all of this, last week I received reports from two different members of my 
faculty, saying they had caught you openly cheating during the midterms.
     Carl scuffed his shoes on the floor, and looked down at his feet, 
saying nothing.  The bastard probably had a complete portfolio on him, he 
thought.  He probably even knows that I was arrested last week for drunken 
driving, and is just saving that tidbit for the grand finale.
     "Normally," Dean Townsend continued, "the University staff wouldn't 
tolerate these actions, and you'd be subject for immediate dismissal."  He 
paused to see if there was any reaction from Carl, but he continued to 
look down at his feet.
     "Carl, look up at me when I'm talking to you, this is a very serious 
matter," the calm exterior and crisp voice broke momentarily.  The boy's 
passiveness was maddening.
     Carl obediently looked up at him with a coolly detached gaze.
     Dean Townsend shifted around in his chair and continued, now in a 
more mellow tone.
     "I knew your Dad at Yale . . .  Why I was even with him the night he 
met your mother.  She was a beautiful, charming woman Carl . . .  I-I was 
more than shocked to hear of her untimely death last year."
     "Yeah, Dad told me how you and him used to tie one on . . . then form 
groups for panty raids," Carl sneered, ignoring the mention of his mother.
     "If your trying to say that I once sowed my wild oats, I'll not deny 
it.  Look boy, I understand this had been a very trying period in your 
life."  He closed the portfolio on his desk and put it in the bottom 
drawer.  "That's why I'm putting this report on you away.  I'm going to 
give you another chance, Carl . . .  I hope that you won't disappoint me."
     Another chance, hell, Carl thought, reaching for the bottle and 
taking another swig.  The old goat was probably just waiting for him to 
make another wrong move, so he could tell his father on him.  A knock 
sounded on the door.
     "It's not locked," Carl called out, pushing the bottle under the bed.
     Mark Loftis entered the room and shut the door behind him.  Of all 
the members in the fraternity, Mark was the one that Carl truly despised.  
He was the good, all-around clean-cut American boy, why, he looked so 
fresh, he could even pose for toothpaste ads, Carl thought cynically as he 
sat up on the side of the bed. 
     "What can I do for you, old boy?"
     Mark looked uncomfortable, like he had an itch that he was 
embarrassed to scratch. 
     "Carl . . .  This isn't a social call.  I have some thing to say to 
you, so I might as well come right out with it."
     "Do, by all means."
     "You've been voted out Carl . . . blackballed.  We had a special 
meeting of the members last night.  That drunk driving ticket, plus all 
the rest of your actions during the past year . . . is not in keeping with 
the image of the fraternity house."
     "Do tell."
     "They wanted to tell you en masse, but I thought it would be easier 
on you like this.  You can stay here till you find another place to live, 
though.  Carl, I'm sorry . . . but as President, it's my duty . . .
     "Hold it . . . hold it," Carl interrupted with a smile on his face.  
"No hard feelings, pal . . .  I understand.  Just don't give me any long 
speeches about duty and honor, I'll leave as soon as I can find another 
place."
     Mark looked relieved and started to leave, but Carl stopped him.
     "Speaking about honor, old chap," he said reaching in the drawer and 
pulling out some flimsy nylon material, "here, take this.  Consider it a 
going away present.  From me and Lisa . . . to you."  He tossed the 
panties across the room to Mark.
     Mark stared down at the panties in his hands, stunned.  The sheer 
material was covered with dirt and dried cum.  The initials "LC" were 
monogrammed in the corner.  He was speechless, at a loss for words.
     "You should have stayed for the dance, old boy . . . you missed a 
rip-roaring time," Carl sneered at him, with a leering smile stretched 
across his face.
     Mark could feel a tight knot balled up in his throat and his eyes 
were stinging, but he couldn't force a verbal response from his mouth.  
Blind fury encompassed him, and the next thing he knew he was on top of 
Carl, hitting down on him with his closed fist.
     Carl was taken by surprise, for he didn't expect the mild-mannered 
Mark to react so violently.  He could feel the rock hard knuckles pounding 
into his face, but he could do little to defend himself, the liquor had 
slowed his reflex action.  Blood rolled down into his eyes, temporarily 
blinding him, and he could hear the sickening burst of his flesh, breaking 
under the tremendous impact of the hard knuckles.  A smashing blow landed 
square on his mouth, and he could feel his front teeth loosen and cave in.
     When Mark had finished with him, his face was unrecognizable, a 
bloody mass of smashed flesh.  Carl could feel the bed give as Mark lifted 
himself off of them, and then heard Mark's voice.  It sounded like it was 
coming through a long tunnel. 
     "You be out of here tonight."
     Then he heard the door close as Mark left the room.
     Mark left the house, got in his car, and headed in the direction of 
the ocean.  That was always the place he seemed to gravitate when he had a 
problem that he had to think out for himself.  He guided his car along the 
curved highway until he found the sandy inlet that had been his and Lisa's 
favorite spot.  It was their secret place and no one else had known about 
it hut the two of them.
     He got out of the car and started climbing down the cliff, following 
the small foot trail that lead down to the ocean.  His knuckles were so 
swollen and bloody that they were hardly able to grasp against the rocky 
ledges but moving slowly and cautiously, he finally made his way to the 
bottom.  He removed his shoes and socks, and dug his toes in the cool 
white sand.  Out in front of him, the ocean was flickering with a myriad 
of sun beams, and the sun was a big red ball, resting on the far off 
horizon.  On the wet sand where the waves were breaking, small clusters of 
sandpipers chased the waves back and forth, always just an inch away from 
the water's reach.
     He walked slowly over to the edge and let the cold white foam swirl 
around his ankles.  The whole place was so beautiful, he thought . . . but 
lonely, and he wished that Lisa could be with him right now.  They had 
shared so many wonderful times together right here at this spot.
     He could still picture her sun-tanned loveliness, covered with ocean 
spray as she ran along the beach beside him.  There had been times, when 
he saw her standing there with nothing on but a brief swimsuit, that he 
wanted to take her right there on the sand and consummate their close 
relationship.  But, he had held himself back, he had loved her enough to 
wait.
     The deep aching void that burned in the pit of his stomach came back 
when he remembered Carl's leering remarks and the flimsy torn panties that 
he had flung at him.  For a moment, he couldn't hold his thoughts back, 
picturing all kinds of lewd scenes of Carl and Lisa.  But deep within him, 
he knew that it couldn't possibly be true, that there was a logical 
explanation for all of this . . . but he had to be sure.
     Before he had left the beach that night, he made a firm decision to 
go see Lisa as soon as possible.



Chapter 12

     The full burst of spray from the shower spigot bounced against Thea's 
naked body like a thousand tiny needles, the stimulation gradually 
reviving her hazy state of mind into a sharper perception.  She turned 
around letting the full farce of water hit her directly in the face, then 
lowered her head and drew in a deep breath as the sharp spray of warmth 
completely saturated her long dark hair.  She lathered and rinsed every 
port of her body several times, but could not wash away the memory of 
Erik's lewd body, beating into hers.  Since leaving his studio that night, 
she hod lost all track of time, although she could recall Nell bringing 
her food, as night blended into day then night again.
     She looked over at the small clock on the bathroom counter.  It was 
eleven o'clock, too late to join the others for breakfast.  She stepped 
from the shower and wrapped a large towel around her, then leaned over and 
began to methodically brush her hair dry in long, film strokes.  When she 
had finished, she pinned the long dark tresses back from her face, molding 
a chic chignon on top of her head.  She removed the towel and wiped the 
steam off the mirror to get a better look at her face.
     It was puffy and drawn.  Tiny, hairline wrinkles formed in the 
corners of her eyes, and she looked back at her image with disapproval.  
The deteriorating effects of the drug were beginning to take it's toll on 
her.  She quickly massaged some moisturizer over the tell-tale lines and 
into the dry area beneath her eyes, then expertly applied her eye make-up 
and lipstick.  That's better, she thought, giving herself a last critical 
appraisal.  She finally looked presentable enough to go downstairs and 
face the others.

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From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Expermnt (10/12)  "The Experiment"
Date: 23 Jan 1996 14:36:54 GMT
Message-ID: <grobert-2301960642460001@ppp-13.ts-3.la.idt.net>

     She opened the bathroom door, and stepping naked into her bedroom, 
she stopped short and gasped in surprise.  Nell was stooped over her 
dressing table, rummaging through the contents of the drawers, not 
noticing that Thea was now standing behind her.
     "If you'd kindly tell me what you're looking for, maybe I could be of 
some assistance," Thea said coldly, not bothering to cover up her 
nakedness.
     Nell jumped back in surprise as if she had touched her hands to a hot 
fire.  Her eyes grew wide and bulging from the dual surprise of being 
caught, and the breath-taking sight of Thea's lush nude body, fully 
exposed to her gave
     The whiteness of Thea's flesh formed around her image in opaque 
milkiness.  Two pointed nipples punctuated the softness of her well-
rounded breasts, while the dark pubic growth between her legs brushed 
crisply against her inner thighs.
     "I-I-I brought you up some breakfast," Nell stammered, finally able 
to unglue her eyes, and nodded towards the tray on the nightstand.
     Thea quickly donned her robe, slightly angered by Nell's open look of 
admiration.
     "I want to know what you were doing," Thea snapped, ignoring the 
food.  "By what right were you going through my personal belongings behind 
my back like a common sneak thief?"
     Nell flinched at the implication.  She felt trapped.
     "I was only following orders, Miss Carter."
     "Who's?"
     Nell looked down at her, but not answering.
     "Who's orders?  Quinn's?" Thea persisted.
     "I only do what I'm told," Nell muttered.
     "Where's Quinn now?"
     "In the Lab," Nell answered, backing towards the door.
     "Well, if you won't tell me, I'll soon find out.  Go on . . .  Get 
out of here!"
     Nell abruptly left, not bothering to close the door behind her.
     Thea walked over to the door and leaned her weight against it with 
relief, locking it.  She waited a while with her ear pressed tightly 
against the wooden frame, until she was satisfied that Nell had left the 
hallway.
     There was no doubt in her mind what Nell was looking for.  But what 
did Dr. Quinn have to do with it, she thought, hurrying over to the bed 
and pulling the package of Heroin from beneath the mattress.  Thea's eyes 
scanned the room, searching for a more secure hiding place.  She knew 
that, given a few minutes more, Nell would have easily discovered the 
package under the mattress.  She must outsmart them!  No one was going to 
take the precious powder away from her now!
     Panic seized her at the thought of being without the drug, and she 
desperately tried to collect her wits.  She must think of a place, but 
where?  Oh God, where?  A flash of an idea came to her . . .  camouflage, 
don't conceal.  That's it!  Place it right under their noses and they 
would never find it, they'd be too busy looking around it.
     She paced around the room like a panther trapped in a cage, her eyes 
flicking from one object to the next, considering, then dismissing each 
possibility.  It was not until she stepped into the bathroom, that she 
spotted what she was looking for.
     The most obtrusive object in the bathroom was a large, ornamental 
blue glass vase, filled with bath crystals.  It would make a perfect 
hiding place, she thought, and was exactly what she had been looking for.  
She quickly spread a towel over the counter and emptied the white bath 
crystals on it, being careful not to spill any over on the floor.  Then, 
with trembling hands, she unwrapped the packet of Heroin and poured it 
into the blue container, filling it one-third full.  After placing a thin, 
transparent piece of cellophane over the drug as a protective divider, she 
proceeded to re-fill the vase to the brim with bath crystals, then flushed 
the excess down the toilet.
     They'll play hell trying to find it now, she thought, feeling 
relieved and more ready to defend her position.  She knew the best thing 
to do now was to face Dr. Quinn with indignation, for if she let the 
matter go, her silence would only be proof of her guilt.
     When she stepped into the Lab, no one was in sight, but she could 
hear some movement in the back where the animals were kept.  She angrily 
strode to the back of the room with her argument fully rehearsed in her 
mind.  But as she rounded the corner, all of these thoughts were suddenly 
wiped from her mind as she viewed in horror, the lewd scene before her.
     Lisa's naked body was strapped down to a medical couch in the center 
of the room.  Both her hands and ankles were tied securely with leather 
belts that buckled into the slots placed strategically on the aluminum 
side panels.  Although her nude body was painfully stretched it's full 
length across the leather upholstery, she gave no sign of struggle, and 
her face was peacefully relaxed with her eyes closed as if in deep 
slumber.  In the cage next to the table, Garth squatted obediently on his 
haunches, also completely nude, while Dr. Quinn, reaching through the 
bars, injected serum into his buttocks.  The whole scene was unbelievable, 
like a fantastic nightmare being played out in real life.
     Thea ran over to Lisa and stood in front of her as if to shield her 
nakedness from their view.
     "Quinn!  You've gone mad!" she shouted at him, not recognizing the 
shrillness of her own voice.
     Dr. Quinn looked up and glared at her, clearly angered at her 
intrusion, but not surprised or alarmed at her presence.
     "Nell said to expect you," he said.  "She's upstairs now, finishing 
the job she started earlier, by my instructions.  As for all this, you're 
niece unfortunately let her curiosity get the best of her, and after I 
caught her I decided to include her in my experiments, rather than do away 
with her."
     "Release her at once, or I'll call the police," Thea commanded.
     "The police?" he said.  "Really, Thea, you of all people should 
realize that you're in no position to enlist the help of the authorities.  
In the first place you've stolen a very valuable item from a man that I 
also do business with.  He wants it back, and needless to say he's very 
upset about the loss.  Then there's also the fact that you are completely 
involved, an accomplice to everything that's happened here since you've 
been in my employment.  Can't you just imagine the discomfort of prison . 
.. . say, three to five years, and they're sure to discover your 
addiction."
     "I don't care," she said, turning away from him to undo the leather 
straps, "this time you've gone too far.  I'm leaving here right now and 
I'm taking Lisa with me."
     "I wouldn't be so hasty, my love," a heavily accented voice breathed 
threateningly into her ear.  She jumped back in shock as she saw Eric 
standing by her side.  He must have been behind her all the time, enjoying 
every minute of her anger.  Now he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned 
them ruthlessly behind her back, twisting her arms upwards until the pain 
was unbearable.
     "Agggghhhhhh!" she screamed, "let me go, you're breaking my arms!"
     "Not until you tell what you've done with the package," he hissed, 
twisting her arms back, until she was forced into a kneeling position.
     "I don't have it . . . please, let me go!" she pleaded, almost 
blacking out from the extreme pain in her limbs.
     "Tell me, you bitch!" he shouted, releasing one of her arms, and with 
his free hand, placing a hard blow on the side of her head.
     "No . . . no, I don't know where it is," she sobbed.
     Erik lifted his hand again, ready to strike down on her, when Dr. 
Quinn interrupted him.
     "Wait a minute, Erik.  I know of a way to make her talk.  Bring her 
over here and we'll see if Garth can persuade her."
     The next thing Thea knew, her clothes had been ripped from her body 
and she was being shoved into the cage with Garth.  She turned back and 
desperately pushed against the cage door, but it was being forced shut 
with the combined strength of the two leering men on the other side.  She 
stared back at them with horror in her eyes as slowly the inevitability of 
her fate penetrated her anguished mind, then turned around to face Garth 
as the lock clicked shut.
     Garth was rising slowly from his haunches and staring with bulging 
eyes at the tempting morsel placed before him.  The hormone injection was 
now circulating through his body, stimulating his animal senses to a 
sexual frenzy.  His crazed mind gave no recognition of Thea, but could 
only perceive the lush nude body before him that he knew could bring him 
indescribable pleasures.  The thought of this reward made him giddy with 
delight and a huge moronic grin spread across the expanse of his ugly face 
as he slowly lumbered across the cage to the cringing Thea.
     "K-K-Keep away from me," she stammered, pressing her back against the 
cold steel bars and trying to choke back the sickness building up in her 
throat.  Behind her, she could hear the lewd, low chuckles coming from the 
two sadistic men on the outside of the cage.  But, her pleas were cut 
short as Garth grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and flung her cruelly 
down on the floor.
     A sharp, penetrating pain flashed up her back from the harsh impact 
with the padded cushion on the floor of the cage.  But it was quickly 
forgotten with a renewed terror as she looked up at the salivating monster 
standing over her.
     Garth was so beside himself with uncontrollable excitement, that he 
didn't seem to know what to do next.  He stood over her sprawled legs, 
gazing down on her beauty with glazed eyes as if the sight had hypnotized 
him into immobility.
     Thea gasped at the unbelievable size of his growing penis, which hung 
stiffly between his hairy stump-like legs like a giant projectile ready to 
launch itself into her body at any moment.  A loud groan hissed through 
her clenched teeth in astonished disbelief as his fleshy giant rod 
continued to grow larger and larger, encouraged by the half-wit's stubby, 
stroking fingers.
     Dear God, he's going to kill me.  They can't let him do this to me!  
They wouldn't dare!  Lewd visions raced through her panic stricken mind as 
she pictured the ugly monster fucking into her, while being taunted on by 
Quinn and Erik in the background.
     "Get on with it Garth!  Fuck her good," Dr. Quinn harshly commanded.
     Suddenly, with one jerking motion, Garth was on top of her, trying to 
force his hardened cock beyond the soft flesh of her inner thighs and up 
into the wet, moistened slit of her cunt.  Thea pressed her legs tightly 
together trying to protect herself from the bombarding cock, but little by 
little, it was ramming itself deeper between her limbs and up against the 
soft pubic hairs that hid the inner flanges of her cringing pussy.
     Eager hands from either side on the outside of the cage reached in 
and grabbed her ankles, forcing them wide apart, assisting in the cruel 
rape as if impatient to see her ravishment begin.  Garth sucked in his 
breath with delight as her long, beautiful legs were slowly forced apart, 
exposing her opening completely to his lust-filled eyes.  The soft, fleshy 
lips trembled in fearful anticipation beneath the flat, pubic hair-covered 
plane of her helpless up-turned cunt.  They seemed to be beckoning to him, 
delicately urging him to enter their folds and plunge his cock into their 
moist, quivering depths.  He grinned down at them, swaying his wide 
Neanderthal hips over her in lewd, gyrating, circular motions.
     Thea clenched her eyes shut, unable to watch the huge member with its 
great bulging head ram itself into her.  She knew there was no merciful 
way to take something that size inside her unless she could completely 
relax her body against its force.  In desperation, she let herself go 
completely limp, and concentrated on relaxing her inner muscles, while 
preparing herself for the impending implement.  And suddenly it came!
     A wall of hard unyielding flesh jammed itself brutally against her 
throbbing cuntal opening, stretching it almost beyond endurance, as it 
tried to make its entrance into and beyond the tight ring of vaginal 
muscle pushing back against it in protest to its monstrous size.
     The slow hot burning pressure began to grow in intensity as the 
burrowing huge shaft slowly began to make its penetration.  Waves of shock 
and nausea penetrated her being, and she let her mouth go slack, sucking 
in deep breaths of air to keep from blacking out.  She desperately spread 
her legs wider apart to help ease the pain that was racing up from the 
base of her spine and exploding into a million multi-colored flashes in 
her tortured brain.
     A hot thick tongue lapped crazily at the brown, budded peaks of her 
quivering tits, spilling its saliva forth in gushes of hot, humid wetness, 
as the huge, pulsating rod of flesh between her wide-stretched legs 
gradually worked its way harder and harder against her straining passage.
     "Aaaaaaggggh!  God, Oh God, noooooo!" she screamed above the lustful 
animal grunts of the half-wit lodged between her thighs as she felt the 
throbbing, bulbous head suddenly lurch forward and sink a cruel hard inch 
inside her.  The soft, fleshy lips of her cuntal opening were swept wide 
apart and the long, smooth channel leading to the depths of her heaving 
belly was now breached and defenseless to be used and ravished as he 
desired.
     "Ooowa, Ooowa," he grunted over her as he felt the warm moist flesh 
close tightly around the tip of his pulsating cock, sending spasmodic 
jerks of further lust coursing through his dangling testicles.  His head 
dropped slavishly to her breasts.
     "Please, stop, Oh God, stop," she groaned, the savage attack on her 
body swirling through her mind with the sharp flickers of pain that shot 
from her tits as he began to suck down harder on them.  She could feel her 
soft, flaccid flesh being squashed beneath his hairy loins as he continued 
to force his shaft inch by inch into her cunt with each cruel in-thrust.  
She was helpless and writhed painfully beneath him as it penetrated her 
hot, open tunnel until suddenly it filled her and felt like it was lodged 
firmly up inside the full length of her tortured body, threatening to 
burst through the wall of wet, soft flesh surrounding it.
     She slowly opened her eyes as if by magic the pain pulsating through 
her every pore began to lessen slightly.  Through her dimmed senses, she 
was aware that Garth in his own clumsy way, was actually trying to be 
gentle with her.  His ugly, hairy face now whirled above her with a look 
that seemed to be torn between defeat and victory, as if he realized he 
was no longer in command of his physical senses, but just an object being 
motivated through the stimulus of a super-powerful hormone.  At that 
moment, Thea almost pitied him, just as she would any dumb animal without 
control of their senses.  He was actually just as helpless as she was with 
his desperate aphrodisiac inspired lust and trained to obediently follow 
the commands of his cruel master.  She made up her mind.  That bastard 
Quinn was not going to win--no matter what!
     She raised her legs and pressed her muscles down hard on the half-
wit's pleading cock in a silent vow to bring their dual torment to a rapid 
climax and determined, above all not to break down or tell Erik of the 
secret hiding place of the heroin.  Her very existence depended on her 
keeping silent, for she knew that the torture and degradation of sudden 
withdrawal from the drug would be much worse, and much more terrifying 
than the fucking she was being forced to endure under the lewd eyes of 
Quinn and Erik.
     "Look at that whore," Erik snarled.  "She's enjoying every minute of 
it."  In a rage, he grabbed a long black whip from the wall, previously 
used to control the animals, and snapped it through the bars, flailing the 
stinging tip down on the now wildly fucking couple with well placed aims.
     The first shot of leather flicked through the air, catching Garth 
between the legs, and landing at the base of his large globular balls.
     "Aaaaggghhhhh!" he screamed out in blind pain, as he rammed his 
pelvis hard against Thea's wide-open slit, in an attempt to escape the 
torturing leather tongue.  The force of his unexpected forward thrust, 
plunged his blood-hardened prick deep into her, ramming it into her up to 
the hilt.  Thea gasped, momentarily losing her breath as the swollen head 
of his cock smashed brutally against her cervix with tremendous force, but 
she gritted her teeth and ground her writhing hips harder up against the 
half-wit, determined to take on whatever new tortures were in store for 
her.
     "Fuck her faster," Erik shrilled at them, now gone mad with lust and 
hate.  More than anything else, he wanted to break the stubborn woman's 
will and have her come crawling to him, begging for mercy.  He raised the 
whip again, bringing the tip of it down on the tender undersides of 
Garth's huge sperm-filled balls.
     A blinding pain shot up from between his crotch as the whip cruelly 
hit its target on center for the second time.  Tears sprang forward in his 
eyes, fighting against the torturing sensations that were driving him on 
to a merciless fucking into the cringing woman beneath him.  He let his 
heavy body fall down on her twisting form, smashing her buttocks flat 
against the cushioned floor.  Then with greater rapidity he lunged and 
plunged his thick pole into her cunt, pushing the unresisting moist folds 
of flesh in rippling waves before its cruel searching head.
     "Faster . . . you dumb animal . . . faster!" Erik raved, bringing the 
third stinging blow down on his upraised buttocks, and cutting into the 
expansive area of flesh until tiny trickles of dark red blood oozed from 
the wound and ran down the inside of his leg.  Garth screamed out in 
terror.  He had never known such extreme physical pain before in his 
entire life, and his panic stricken mind obediently reacted to the harsh 
commands of Erik so that the horrible punishment would stop.
     Garth frantically scooted forward, balancing himself on his hands and 
knees and bucked forward again, driving the bulbous head of his fleshy 
shaft almost through the walls of her womb.
     "Eeeeeeeaaaaahhhh!  Aaaaahhhh," she screeched through tightly teeth, 
as the brutal impalement of his whole length fucked into her, building up 
the pressure and momentum of his thrusts and smashing his balls against 
her cringing anus without letup.
     Another whistling snap spun over them, this time landing on the 
peaked rigid nipple of Thea's right breast.
     "Noooo!  Noooo!" she pleaded as the hot flash of excruciating pain 
flicked on her budded tenderness, transmitting ripples of shock and pain 
to other parts of her body.
     "Move that ass faster, whore!" Erik screamed down on her blindly in 
the throes of sadistic pleasure, then flicked the merciless whip down on 
her left breast, laughing out loud as the tender skin cringed and jiggled 
under the harsh blow.
     Thea began to wildly buck her body in rhythm with Garth's, silently 
praying for relief from the torture in her loins, and bracing herself 
against another tearing blow from the whip.  Her breasts and cunt throbbed 
in nervous twitches from the shock of the dual torture, but she continued 
to smash herself into the half-wit with seeming abandon, hoping for an end 
to it all, and at last feeling the total degradation of her mind and body.
     The half-wit's breath now came in heaving gasps and sweat covered his 
entire body as he strained and jerked to please the man behind the whip.  
The incredible buildup of hormone injections kept his cock rock hard, but 
his terror of the man with the whip unconsciously controlled his mind and 
prevented him from emptying his sperm immediately into the hot pulsating 
tunnel beneath him.  His knees felt like they would give and buckle from 
under him at any moment, but when he paused to rest the hot flicker of the 
whip would find its mark again so he continued on, driving and lunging his 
prick into the gaping cunt without cessation.
     Dr. Quinn's head reeled at the lewd scene taking place before him, 
and though he tried desperately to divorce his emotions from his clinical 
observations, he could not.  His body was on fire with lust and desire and 
there was nothing he could do but stand back and watch with enviable 
longing.  He turned his head away in disgust at the sight of Erik, 
completely consumed and out of control with lust and hate, and walked over 
to Lisa's limply sprawled body that was now loaded with the hormone 
injection.  If she were to be awakened now, he knew she would be almost as 
animalistic and uncontrollable as the ape-like Garth now fucking her aunt 
half senseless.  He reached down and gently stroked at the opening of her 
cunt with the tips of his fingers.  Immediately the soft, hair-lined lips 
twitched in repose, and a soft moan hissed from the young girl's lips.
     The grunts and groans of torture and lust coming from the cage behind 
him and the slapping of flesh against flesh intermingled with the 
indescribable words of obscenity that Erik persisted to shout down at 
them, pushed Dr. Quinn's frustrations to their limit, leaving no more room 
for scientific reasoning.  He could no longer wait, so he decided to take 
a chance on the serum and quickly, before he could have time to change his 
mind, he injected a double dose of the pink fluid into his arm.  He 
brushed the sweat from his forehead and shut his eyes, trying to relax the 
tensed up muscles in his body as he waited for the serum to fully 
circulate through his pulsating veins.
     Within a few minutes, strange sensations of liberation pulsed 
rhythmically through his entire being, releasing his inhibitions and 
slowly building up a feeling of powerful lust-incited drive between his 
loins.  He wanted to reach down and feel for certain if the hardness of 
his tormented cock was a reality in fact and not just a mere wishful 
dream.  Slowly opening his eyes and looking hopefully down at his crotch, 
he gasped in surprised delight upon seeing the unmistakable bulge pushing 
against the pressure of his trousers.  At long last his dream of virility 
was coming to pass!  His long years of patience and waiting had paid off, 
the serum was working!
     He quickly unsnapped his pants and let them drop to his feet, gazing 
in wonder at the bulge still gradually enlarging beneath the cotton of his 
underwear.  His trembling hands reached delicately beneath the tight 
elastic band of his shorts and gently lifted it over and off the precious 
bulging shaft, being careful not to disturb its growing length.  The 
sinewy shaft immediately sprang forward, hard and erect with its purple 
veins throbbing with life and vigor.
     He gasped in disbelief and wonder at his new found virility, now 
standing straight out in front of him like a menacing cannon ready to 
fire.  It twitched and jerked as he hesitantly grazed the tips of his 
fingers across its bulbous blood-filled head, flushing a deeper red under 
the stimulation of his own touch.  His balls felt like they were on fire 
and ready to burst at any moment.
     A low whimper rolled from Lisa's slightly parted lips, as the dawn of 
consciousness stirred through her limbs, awakening her slowly from the 
drugged sleep.  Her smooth white creamy flesh quivered in anticipation and 
stimulation brought on by the powerful hormone injection, and even though 
she was not yet fully conscious, her ankles pushed against the hard 
leather straps as she tried to spread her legs apart to cool the 
persistent burning deep in her eager pussy.  Another whimper sounded from 
between her tongue moistened lips as her eyelashes softly fluttered open 
to view the long, hard cock staring back at her on the other end of the 
table.
     Dr. Quinn eagerly unstrapped the leather from her ankles and lifted 
his body onto the table in a clumsy attempt to mount her and plunge his 
cock into her soft passage.  Lisa's eyes bulged wide with excitement and 
uncontrolled lust as she suddenly, without warning, threw her legs wide 
apart and locked his head between her hot loins, burying his nose and lips 
in the wide open, hairlined slit of her cunt.  The thousand tiny demons 
were back again building up numberless bonfires all over her body until 
nothing remained but one huge unchecked wall of fire, completely 
possessing her and driving her uncontrolled inhibitions into acts of 
animal lust.
     She groaned out loud as the exquisite pressure from his probing 
tongue expanded and released, playing on the burning bud of her clitoris 
and dancing around the rough pink edges of her naked cunt.  His long firm 
fingers reached up and grasped the fleshy mounds of her firm upraised 
tits, pulling down on them until the stretched skin rippled from the 
stimulating sensations of pain.  Lisa strained against the straps that 
pinned her wrists cruelly back over her head, but could not break the 
cruel, restricting bonds.  She wanted to reach down and push his torturing 
tongue deeper into her hot expanding passage. 
     "Let me loose!  Let me at it!" she screamed down at him with insane, 
frustrated rage.  "I want it, I want it!  Oh God, I want it!"
     The doctor tried with all his strength to tear his head away from her 
wildly gyrating crotch but the strength of her thighs, tightly wrapped 
around his neck kept his face pressed hard into her squirming pussy.  Her 
strength was that of a mad-woman and in spite of her desperate, prodding 
screams for him to give it to her she could not bear to release his 
flicking tongue from between her legs for even the moment it would take 
for him to crawl the length of her naked, squirming body.  He groaned out 
his frustration wetly into her liquid vagina and took his revenge by a 
faster and deeper flicking of is pistoning tongue that brought greater and 
even more desperate cries from her open, pleading mouth.
     The sadistic Erik had stopped his lashing of the still wildly 
copulating half-wit and the girl's aunt in the cage, his concentration 
interrupted by the tortured and pleading screams of the young girl bound 
to the table.  His cock throbbed under his pants as his eyes turned on the 
unbelievable, lewd scene taking place a scant few feet from where he was 
standing.  The young virginal girl had gone completely mad, her face 
contorted into a lust-crazed mask of desire that he had never seen on any 
woman, even the wildest of nymphomaniacs he met frequently in his 
business.  Mechanically, he unzipped his pants and advanced on the 
struggling couple, his lust already sparked almost beyond endurance by 
watching the proud, haughty Thea's body succumbing to the fucking it was 
receiving from the ape-like half-wit thrusting in and out like an animal 
between her flailing legs.  Now, now he would take his full revenge from 
the junky bitch by planting himself deep in her helpless niece's body and 
later he would torment her with it for as long as she lived by a blow by 
blow description of how it felt to fuck her own brother's sweet innocent 
daughter.
     He dropped the whip to the floor, and walking to the end of the table 
where her arms were tightly bound in the leather straps, released them.  
He chuckled lewdly to himself as with a deep grunt she dropped them 
desperately to her rotating crotch and tangled them tightly into the hair 
of the hungrily sucking doctor's head, pulling his face deeper into the 
open slit of her throbbing pussy.  Goddamn she was going to be good he 
smiled evily, a sudden and more obscene thought coming to his sadistically 
distorted mind.  He would take her all right, but he would take her where 
he knew she was still certain to be a virgin, where no one else had taken 
her before.  The depraved thought excited him even more than he had been 
excited before and he stroked strongly at his already hardened penis as he 
watched with lust-filled eyes the girl writhing more violently now beneath 
the wet, spearing tongue of the doctor still tightly trapped between her 
legs.  His first impulse was to rip him away immediately and throw himself 
on top of her to satiate his own growing lusts but he held back for a

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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Expermnt (11/12)  "The Experiment"
Date: 23 Jan 1996 14:37:08 GMT
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moment.  He could see that she was approaching her climax and now he 
wanted her to have it so that her first wild release of her pent-up 
passions would drain her desires slightly and she would feel her coming 
humiliation to the fullest.
     Lisa groaned out her building passion now in a steady un-ending 
stream of muffled pleas to the thrusting tongue of the mouth feasting 
between her legs.  She gave a gasp and then another as his lips closed up 
over her hard little clitoris.  She strained her hips up at his mouth, 
arching her back and gritting her teeth tightly together.  She wanted to 
cum, she wanted to reach that magical peak and her entire body and mind 
strained and bucked to meet that end.  She revolved her hips in a wide, 
circular motion, thrusting up at his flicking tongue each time she reached 
the uppermost position.
     "Oh God, don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded through her compressed 
lips.  "Eat me, eat me alive!"
     With that, the wildly sucking doctor bit down hard on her clitoris, 
making her scream with a strange sadistic mixture of pleasure and pain.  
She felt as though her whole insides were going to erupt into a fiery 
inferno of white-hot heat-and then it did!
     "Ooooh, Oooooh," she panted desperately.  "Go on, go on, don't stop, 
don't stop.  Suck, suck harder!"
     And then there was a loud roaring sound resounding through the depths 
of her tortured brain and she choked, splaying her legs out wide in the 
air, her toes curling and uncurling as the spasmodic shocks of her 
completion rippled wave-like through her quivering loins and wildly 
heaving belly.  She screamed again in uninhibited delight and prayed for 
it to go on and on, never stopping for the slightest moment. 
     And then it was over.
     Lisa's young, and momentarily satiated body quivered and trembled on 
the table, her loins jerking in dying spasms as the crazed doctor 
continued his depraved feasting between her now limp and collapsed thighs.
     Then she could feel, through the dim haze of her satiation, the wet, 
slippery tongue being jerked from her vagina and heard a whimpering 
protest drifting through her dully conscious mind:
     "No, no, she's mine, she's mine!"
     A dull thud echoed through the room and then the sound abated.  Hands 
were crawling over her limp but still gasping nakedness turning her on the 
table.  She didn't resist.  Her will power seemed to have been drained out 
of her with the cataclysmic orgasm she had just experienced.  Strange and 
thicker lips than before were trailing moist, hot kisses over her smooth, 
oval buttocks lighting new and tiny fires of desire that seemed to crawl 
snail-like up underneath her belly and out to the tips of her still 
throbbing breasts.  The hands drew the cheeks of her buttocks slowly and 
gently apart and a hot breath flooded over her there.  She jerked 
involuntarily as the warm, soothing air was followed by a hot, wet tongue 
licking up and down the full length of the crevice between them.  She 
groaned softly as she felt a sudden strain on the tight, puckered lips of 
her tiny, virginal anus.  Two thumbs on either side of it were pressing 
outward exposing it to the strange man's gasping view.  She felt suddenly 
obscenely naked with the eyes she knew were there gazing into her secret-
most part that way, but somehow it didn't matter, nothing mattered now but 
the tiny fires building again deep inside her breasts and belly.
     "Spread your legs," an unknown voice commanded from behind her.
     Without thought she obeyed whoever it was and opened her legs as wide 
as she could until her toes were hanging dowel far out over the edges of 
the padded table.
     "Ooooh," she moaned slightly as she felt a finger prodding at her 
open and defenseless rectum.  She winced and strained at it and suddenly 
it entered with a slight pop.  It hurt slightly for a moment and then the 
pain faded, making it almost pleasant.
     The finger rotated around in her anus, expanding it slowly until the 
full length of it was buried up to the palm of the hand controlling it.  
She moaned again as the pain returned only to fade just as quickly as he 
began to gently saw it in and out in time to his breath that was now 
coming in small rhythmic gasps.  Another finger joined it, the pain less 
this time from the opening the other had created.
     She clenched her eyes tightly shut and pressed her mouth into the 
padded table as she felt him begin to deliberately stretch her asshole.  
It hurt momentarily every time he made a sharp sudden move and his 
fingernails came into contact with soft, sensitive walls of the inside of 
her rectum but now the fires building in her were taking command of her 
body again.  The pain blended into a strange searing want that she could 
not understand or even want to understand.  The only thought in her 
passion-drugged mind was that it was a desire that had to be filled, a 
flame that had to be quenched, nothing else mattered.
     "Oh God, give it to me," she groaned, her head turning to one side so 
that he could see the flushed tinge of desire registered there.  "Fuck me 
there."
     His fingers withdrew from her with a slight sucking noise, the 
rubbery lips of her tight, puckered anus clinging to them as though they 
did not want to let go.
     There was a soft, flaccid weight pressing down the full length of her 
body as she felt his bulbous form crawling on top of her back.  His hands 
hooked under her hips where they joined her thighs and he lifted.
     "Kneel in front of me," he hissed, a growing desperation apparent in 
his voice. 
     Obediently, she lifted to her knees, aided by his hands and presented 
the full rounded moons of her buttocks up to him, white and soft in the 
dim light of the room.  Without thinking, her hands snaked back under 
wide-spread legs and belly and closed softly around his balls.  He groaned 
as she kneaded and stroked at them increasing his desire to fuck and 
humiliate the young innocent girl kneeling slave-like before him as he had 
never wanted to fuck and humiliate a woman in his entire life. 
     "Put it in," he hissed down at her again, confident her sudden 
unleashed passions would overcome any fear she had of the possible pain.
     Her hand lifted from his balls to his penis.  God, it was monstrous.  
It was far, far bigger than the fingers that had probed into her before 
and in spite of the drug and the flames licking inside her stomach a 
sudden twinge of fear rippled through her body.
     "Put it in, I said," his voice commanded again in a harsher tone this 
time, his fingers digging cruelly into her hips.
     She tried to buck forward to escape the cruel ungreased telephone 
pole that was sliding up the full length of wide-stretched rectum.
     She moaned and straining her body outwards guided the huge, bulbous 
head toward the widespread crevice of her ass until the soft, rubbery tip 
was pressed tight against the tiny puckered lips of her rectal opening.
     "Oooooh God," she whimpered, trying to pull forward away from him as 
he pressed ahead and wormed the point hard into the resisting rubbery 
opening.
     "Aaagghh, God," she moaned as she felt the tight rubbery ring of her 
rectum being stretched beyond all her imagination.  But, there was no 
respite, just a cold, merciless chuckle behind her buttocks swaying high 
in the air.
     "Oooooph! . . .  Noooooo! . . .  Nooooo! . . .  You're splitting me . 
.. .  You're splitting me!"  He had suddenly rammed forward with all his 
strength and the poor whimpering girl felt as though a giant ungreased 
telephone pole were sliding up the full length of her wide-stretched 
rectum.
     She tried to buck forward to escape the cruel impalement of her 
bowels but his hands digging into her hips held her tight.
     "Oooh, nooo, nooo, you're killing me . . . you're killing me!"
     But there was no mercy.  The sadistic drug-pusher was not going to 
let her go now, not when for the first time in his life he had a young 
innocent girl kneeling before him with his rock-hard cock sunk half-way up 
her ass.  He grinned a lewd, evil grin and rammed forward again with 
pelvis, at the same time pulling back against the tops of her thighs.
     "Ohh God, it's too big, it's too big.  I can't take it," she cried, 
wriggling her hips in useless protest.  There was no escape from his cruel 
onslaught, his thighs thrusting her thighs forward, his arms held her hips 
back at his.  She was helpless and completely at his mercy.
     "Lean back, lean back!" he was almost shouting as the back of her 
head pressed in piteous torment tightly into the padding of the table.
     Her mind refused to work.  Her whole body was wracked with pain and 
as if in a hypnotic trance she reached up behind her hips and grasping the 
cheeks of her ass with both hands, she spread them as wide apart as she 
could and bucked back against his pelvis just as he thrust forward with 
all his strength.
     "Aaaaagggghhhh!"  She screamed down into the padding, her eyes almost 
bulging from her sockets as the final inch of his giant pulsating cock 
sunk to the balls deep inside her enormously stretched rectum.  "Oooph!  
Ooooph!  Oooooph!" she gasped.
     It was as though her asshole had suddenly become the deep, dark 
refuge for some huge, black, crawling monster that had slithered up inside 
her.
     Now mewling and wheezing with lust and delight her tormentor began to 
saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft 
confines of her tortured anal passage, the pain easing slightly with each 
hard, brutal thrust.  And now, in spite of the remaining pain, the wicked 
and deadly hormone Dr. Quinn had injected into such a short time ago began 
to take it's toll again.  A strange masochistic joy began to reverberate 
through her and the pails became weirdly delightful.  Her body, without 
her conscious effort began to move backwards to meet the forward thrust of 
the cock skewering into her.  Her body undulated and her buttocks swayed 
high in the air behind her in tiny sensuous circles.  Her excitement was 
growing bit by bit and she reached back under her belly and gently cradled 
his swinging balls in her hands, massaging and caressing at them as though 
they were precious stones smacking against the still wet slit of her 
pussy.  She turned her head to her side, hoping she could see the body 
pounding into her back passage but it was impossible, her neck would not 
bend enough.
     But, the depraved Erik pummeling into her from behind could look down 
on her contorted face, her lips drawn tight back over her teeth and revel 
in the effect her expression showed the lewd fucking of her asshole was 
having on her.  His eyes bulged in obscene satisfaction at the sight of 
the pink, tight flesh of her anus drawing back as he withdrew his cock 
from deep inside her and then disappearing back inside again as he thrust 
himself brutally forward.  At first, when he had first rammed it all the 
way down inside her the pressure against the hardness of his cock had 
almost been unbearable, but now by rotating his instrument around deep 
down in her bowels he had stretched it to the point where the soft, 
sensuous walls clasped him perfectly.  Just right to milk the sperm right 
out of him when the moment came. 
     And it was coming!
     He could feel it building deep down in his balls as her inspired 
hands continued to stroke and fondle at him as though she had gone insane.  
He began to fuck in and out of her with long, rapid strokes, battering her 
quivering buttocks with his soft, paunchy belly.  His hands kneaded her 
hips and buttocks, twisting and molding the soft, resilient flesh into 
weird shapes and forms as he so desired.  Strange animal-like mutterings 
spewed from his throat and he spat obscenities down at her humping body as 
though she were a two-bit whore.  His hands raced further over her behind, 
pulling and stretching the full round moons of her buttocks apart until he 
brought further cries of pain from the open, gaping mouth he could see 
opening and closing fish-like below him.  Her head flailed from side to 
side on the padding, her long, silken hair beating the table on either 
side of her head as she twisted convulsively beneath him.  His cock was 
heavy and weighted with the fantastic load of hot, liquid sperm building 
inside of him. 
     And then it came!
     "Ooooh Christ!  Christ," he groaned, his hands digging at her 
buttocks, touching her where the base of his painfully inflated cock 
entered her asshole.  Lisa, kneeling helplessly but uncaring beneath him, 
could feel it coming.  Incoherent blasphemies rolled from her tortured 
lips.
     "Fill me, juice me, juice me," she shouted down into the padding as 
her head turned wildly from side to side.  She was out of her mind and 
wanted nothing more than to feel him erupting like a fiery volcano deep up 
inside her rectum.  She wanted it like this, she wanted to be debased, to 
be destroyed by this giant cock screwing into her as though she were a 
piece of dirt.  There had never been anything in her entire life that she 
wanted more than her belly to be filled by his white-hot sperm squirting 
far up inside her hungry, clasping anus.
     "Ooooooh, Ooooooh," his body jerked behind her and he gasped, choked 
out another obscenity, gasped again and with one last buttocks-jarring 
thrust shattered his hot, lewd sperm in wave after wave into the throbbing 
depths of her rectum.
     "Aaaaggghhh . . .  Aaaaaaaaaggghhhhh," she crooned beneath him, her 
anus clasping and sucking at his ejaculating penis like a hungry child 
feeding on its mother's breast.  It lasted a seeming eternity and it 
wasn't until several minutes later that his slowly debating cock gave one 
last soul-rending jerk and sent the last lewd drop of his now depleted cum 
reeling deep up in her quivering belly.  He reeled back from her kneeling 
body and struggled to keep his balance.  His eyes were strained and out of 
focus from the exertion he had just been through and he offered no 
resistance when a hairy ape-like arm shoved him roughly to one side.
     The girl had rolled over on her back now and he could dimly see the 
shaggy creature pushing her limp legs apart and crawling up on the table 
between his legs and Erik caught but a fleeting glimpse of it's enormity 
as he saw it disappear immediately into the gaping hair-lined slit between 
the young girl's legs.  He waited for her scream as he saw the monstrous 
balls of the half-wit suddenly hit bottom and smack heavily into the wide-
spread crevice of her ass. 
     But . . . there was none!
     He heard a slight muffled groan from the tiny body covered completely 
by the thick ape-like creature and then her long, lithe legs snaking out 
in the air on either side of his already pumping body and clamping back 
tight around his driving hips, pulling him deep inside her.  Her ankles 
locked tightly together high up on his back, her arms pressing his head 
and lips down on her face.  She grunted once and he saw her tongue slip up 
from her open panting lips and bury itself deep in the half-wit's mouth.
     There was another sound in the room and he turned to the cage.  The 
doctor had obviously opened the door, chased his ward out and was now 
busily thrusting his way in and out of the squirming body of Thea, the 
girl's aunt.  He started to get dressed and leave, but decided against it.  
He wanted his turn again, on one of them anyway, perhaps even both.



Chapter 13

     The phone ringing unanswered downstairs interrupted Nell's frantic 
and unsuccessful search for the drug.  For the past two hours she had 
covered and uncovered every conceivable hiding place with no luck.  Now, 
she scurried down the long stairway and into the den to answer the phone 
before the party on the other side of the line had a chance to hang up.
     "Hello, Brookdale Lodge," she panted, trying to catch her breath.
     "Hello," replied a mild masculine voice.  "This is George Colby, is 
Thea there?"
     "Oh . . . Mr. Colby," Nell answered, a slight nervous tremor in her 
voice.  "No sir, she's not.  Took her niece away on a trip, but don't know 
exactly where . . ."
     "That's strange," he said.  "She was supposed to call me several days 
ago.  I'm in Brookdale now, and Lisa's boyfriend, Mark is here with me . . 
.. he's quite anxious to hear how Lisa is getting along.  Do you suppose I 
could talk to Dr. Quinn?"
     "Why . . . y-yes sir . . .  Hold on.  He's down in the lab, and I'll 
have to go get him."
     Nell pushed the hold button and made her way quickly down to the lab, 
a mixture of panic and confusion ringing in her ears.  She knew Dr. Quinn 
would not want Colby or anyone else snooping around Brookdale right now, 
and would leave it up to him to elaborate on the lie she had started to 
cover Thea's and Lisa's strange disappearance.
     The lab door was locked, so she used a master key to let herself in 
and made her way to the back of the room.  She was startled to hear 
strange animal grunts and moans coming from the animal section and tiptoed 
with caution to investigate what could possibly be going on.
     The lewd scene that met her eyes as she peered around the corner, 
took her breath away.  Ugly, hairy nude masculine bodies were ripping and 
screwing away at the two helpless females from every possible angle, with 
their large red pricks attacking the sensual points of their body, as she 
stood riveted to the spot and opened her mouth in a silent scream of 
protest, but she remained unnoticed, and the wild orgy continued 
undisturbed.
     She ducked back around the corner and away from their view, leaning 
against the wall to catch her breath.  Her hands twitched in nervous 
spasms and huge tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes as the shock 
gradually subsided in her body.  She had to think of some way to rescue 
Lisa and to destroy Dr. Quinn, for she hated him so much now that her own 
welfare no longer mattered.  Her mind raced with thoughts of a possible 
solution, but soon she realized in despair that she would not be able to 
successfully help Lisa escape without the aid of others.
     By the time she had reached the den she knew what she would have to 
do, there was no other choice.  She picked up the receiver with trembling 
hands, and paused a moment to regain some semblance of composure, then 
pressed down on the flashing hold button.  "M-Mr. Colby?"
     "Yes Nell," he answered with a note of concern in his voice.  "Is 
something wrong, you sound upset
     "I-It's about Lisa and Thea.  I have to talk to you, but not here."
     "What do you mean?" he asked, with growing astonishment.  "Is 
something wrong?  What is it Nell?"
     "I-I can meet you in half an hour at the Brookdale Steakhouse.  P-
Please don't argue . . .  I can't talk now."

*    *    *

     Nell steered Dr. Quinn's limousine into the graveled parking lot just 
as George Colby was getting out of his car.  He was with a young handsome 
boy and when they saw her pull up, they both rushed over to the car to 
meet her.
     "Now what's this all about," George Colby demanded.  Has something 
happened to Lisa or Thea?"
     "Let's go inside," Nell said.  The hot sun burned at her eyes, still 
swollen from crying, and she knew she would have to have a stiff drink to 
gather up the courage to tell the tale of horror and of what she had just 
witnessed.
     George Colby ordered a round of drinks and waited patiently for Nell 
to begin, while the boy, Mark, sat nervously on the edge of his seat, 
silently observing her with anxious anticipation.  When the drinks were 
served, Nell grabbed her glass and gulped down the burning liquid as if it 
were ice water, then, in a low voice, began the story at the beginning, 
starting with the experiments.  She knew that if she did not ten them all 
of the facts, they would never believe the horrible incidents that were 
now taking place at Brookdale.
     As she spoke, she could see the expression on their faces change from 
shocked disbelief to anger, and when she got to the part about Lisa 
entrapped in the cage, Mark suddenly shoved his chair away from the table 
and ran for the door.  Colby hurried after him, and finally caught up with 
him in the parking lot.
     "Wait, Mark," he commanded.  The situation was so grave that he 
didn't want Mark involved at all, if possible.  He was too upset to be of 
any use.  He moved in front of Mark, blocking his way to the door of the 
car.
     "Get out of my way," Mark shouted, his eyes burning with rage.
     "Not until you calm down.  You're not going to be of any help the way 
you are now."
     "We have to get her out right now," Mark said, shoving him aside.  
"Just how can you be so calm  . . .  Don't you care what's happening to 
Lisa?"
     Colby grabbed his arm and spoke in a cold determined voice.  "I care 
.. . . about both of them.  But I won't be able to help them with you 
storming in there and tearing up the place.  You could get them both 
killed!"
     Mark slumped reluctantly against the car, realizing that Colby was 
light.  "What can I do," he asked in a low voice.
     "Here's a dime.  Call the Chief of Police . . .  His name is 
Garrison, I've known him for a long time.  Tell him, briefly what's going 
on, and to meet us with some of his men at the entrance gate to the Lodge.  
I'll have Nell go ahead and unlock the gate, and we'll be ready for them 
by the time they get there."  He paused, seeing that Mark was on the verge 
of tears.  "Try to keep a cool head, Mark . . . with any luck, we'll have 
them out of that mad-house in no time."
     Colby went back into the bar, and brought another drink over to the 
table where Nell was still waiting, nervously sucking on the ice at the 
bottom of her drained glass.  He set the new drink down in front of her 
and pulled a memo pad from his coat pocket, placing it on the table in 
front of her.
     "Alright, Nell, I want you to sketch me a rough layout of the grounds 
around Brookdale Lodge . . . and the interior of the lab.  And while 
you're at it, tell me the rest of the story before the boy gets back  . . 
.. we've got little time to loose.

*    *    *

     The young intern stepped quietly into Room 104 and nodded to the 
nurse on duty, then studied the chart attached to the foot of the bed.  
His eyes expertly scanned the cold medical facts that were listed on the 
paper giving him the current status of the patient's condition.  When he 
had finished, he set down the chart and studied the young girl sleeping on 
the bed before him.  The chart bad no special blocks or spaces to list the 
personal tragedy caused by unthinkable tortures and degradation that the 
girl had most probably gone through, he thought.  He remembered when they 
had brought her in through Emergency Receiving less than a week before, 
and the shock and anger that he felt when examining her body in the 
Emergency Room.  At that time the girl had been semi-conscious and 
physically battered to a whisper of life, but now after his treatment of 
prolonged sedation and undisturbed rest, a faint tinge of color had slowly 
returned to her cheeks, and her breathing appeared to be normal.
     He stepped to the side of the bed and gently pushed back the plastic 
name tag attached loosely to her wrist, counting the seconds from his 
watch to the beat of her pulse.  When he glanced back again to his 
patient, he was mildly surprised to see her looking back at him with 
sleepy eyes.
     "Well, Miss Carter," he said with a smile.  "Have you enjoyed your 
rest?"
     "W-where am I?" Lisa asked, looking around the room, trying to find 
an object which she could identify.  The room had the unmistakable, 
sterile look of a hospital room, but the doctor and nurse were total 
strangers.
     "You're at Brookdale General Hospital," the doctor said, "and you've 
been here for almost a week, young lady.  How do you feel?"
     "I-I'm sort of hungry . . .  Do you suppose I could have something to 
eat?"
     "Well now, I guess that answers my question, doesn't it," he said, 
smiling over to the nurse.  "Nurse Benton, here will bring you a snack, 
and if you feel up to it later, there's a visitor outside that's been 
quite anxious to talk to you."
     Forty-five minutes later Lisa sat relaxed against her propped-up bed 
pillow and greeted George Colby with a smile as he stepped into her room.  
The afternoon sun streaked down through the Venetian blinds and onto her 
shiney golden hair, now freshly brushed and tied back with a thin satin 
ribbon.
     "You're looking your lovely self again Lisa," he said, leaning over 
and brushing his lips against her forehead.
     "Thank you, Mr. Colby," she replied, "I do feel better, considering . 
.. . considering what . . ."  Her sentence hung suspended as the thoughts 
of the horrible nightmare reached her conscious mind.
     "Never mind what happened Lisa," he interrupted gently, "all that's 
over with, and believe me with the charges slapped against Quinn and Holz, 
I doubt that they'll ever breath air outside a prison wall again."
     Lisa breathed an audible sigh of relief, then listened to him without 
interrupting, as he told her the rest of the story.
     "It was Nell who is really responsible for leading the police to the 
lab that day.  Because of her cooperation, they were able to catch both 
Quinn and Holz before they had any warning or a chance for escape.  Nell's 
in jail now because of her prior involvement, but I'm doing everything I 
can to see that she gets an even break.  I promised her that much, and I 
think I'll be able to help her . . .  but I'm not sure right now how much 
I can do for Thea. 
     "I-Is she alright?" Lisa asked.
     "Yes, she's well enough now.  As a matter of fact, she's just a few 
doors down from your room.  Up until a couple of days ago, though, she was 
in a deep coma, brought on by a combination of drugs that had been 
injected in her body.  Funny, at the peak of the coma, all she kept raving 
about was a blue glass vase, but when I asked her about it later, she said 
she couldn't imagine what the significance could be, can you?"
     "No . . . not at all," Lisa said, "I saw very little of Thea while I 
was at Brookdale."
     "Nevertheless, according to Nell, she had a deep involvement in the 
strange goings on around there.  I'm afraid she'll be held as an 
accomplice, unless she can prove otherwise."
     Nurse Benton interrupted their conversation and stepped into the 
room.  "There's a call for you downstairs, Mr. Colby.  It's Chief Garrison 
.. . .  He says its important."
     Colby nodded to the nurse and turned back to Lisa.  "I have to go 
now, but in case your interested, there's another visitor waiting to see

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From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Expermnt (12/12)  "The Experiment"
Date: 23 Jan 1996 14:37:15 GMT
Message-ID: <grobert-2301960643220001@ppp-13.ts-3.la.idt.net>

you outside.  He's been standing by your door like a sentry ever since 
they first brought you in, and now he wants to see how his girl is doing."
     "M-Mark . . .  Oh no I can't see him," she sobbed.  "Does he know?"
     "He knows you've been hurt, that's all, and now he wants to see you."
     "Yes . . .  I guess it's about time that I stop thinking so much 
about my own feelings, and start thinking about those who still care for 
me," Lisa responded with a new-found tone of maturity in her voice.  
"Thank you Mr. Colby," she said, extending her hand, "tell the nurse I'm 
ready to see Mark now."
     Thea pulled at the edge of the bedsheet nervously, while George Colby 
talked to her in a lowered voice.
     "I just talked to Chief Garrison on the phone, and I'm afraid you're 
in a lot more trouble than you think.  Garth has just died from the 
overdose of a synthetic hormone . . . given to him with your knowledge."
     "Garth . . . dead?" she said incredulously.  "But I didn't know there 
was any danger in the experiments."
     "Well, that's something we'll have to prove.  There's one chance for 
a light sentence . . .  Garrison wants to know if your willing to testify 
as a witness against Dr. Quinn."
     "Y-yes, I will.  Believe me, I had no idea that Garth was in any kind 
of danger."
     "Ok, Thea.  I'll do what I can for you, but first you've got to prove 
to me and the courts that you are willing to voluntarily commit yourself 
for drug addiction treatment."
     "When?" she asked, trying to conceal the panic mounting in her drug 
starved body.
     "As soon as possible.  The doctor says he can release you in a few 
days, and if you are willing to sign yourself in, I can get you a room at 
a private clinic.  That will at least prove to the courts that you're 
willing to cooperate . . .  Well, what do you say?"
     Thea shrugged her shoulders in apparent reluctant acceptance.  
"Alright, I'll go . . . but before I do, there are a few small things I'll 
have to pick up at the Lodge.  Is that all right with you?"
     "I see no harm in that," he answered, standing up from his chair to 
leave the room, "Oh, by the way, did you ever remember what the connection 
was between the blue vase and your nightmares?"
     "No," she said lowering her eyes from his gaze and smiling inwardly 
at the knowledge no one had found her secret hiding place.  "Goodbye, 
George, I'll see you in a few days."



The End
