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 ï>¿Female Sexual Response: Subject 326 bykianareevesÂ(C)

   The Study

   When I was a college student, every undergraduate Psychology major had
to volunteer to be a subject in a research project for a graduate student
or one of the professors who was trying to publish his findings in some
academic journal.  It was a requirement for graduation.

   As I was nearing the middle of my senior year, I realized that I was low
on research credits, and I was also low on funds.  I frantically scanned
the research postings, looking for something that would be easy and not
very time consuming.  I was juggling two jobs and a full course load.  I
didn't have a lot of extra time to spare.  The descriptions didn't tell you
very much, they didn't want their subjects to be tainted with prior
knowledge or bias that would skew the results.  But one study captured my
attention.

   "Female Sexual Response"

   100 credits and $500 for participation in a month long study.  Subjects
will be given a medical exam, and be required to wear monitoring equipment
every day for one hour and come to weekly appointments lasting 1 hour each.
Phone interview required for qualification.

   I scanned the rest of the studies, but I kept going back to the Female
Sexual Response study.  I could feel the dampness in my panties as I reread
the description.  It sounded interesting, and very exciting.  I took one of
the cards and put it in my backpack as I walked home to my dorm room.  It
would all be anonymous.  All of these studies were always anonymous.

   I called the number and answered a few questions to see if I qualified.
Was I sexually active, did I have normal cycles, my height and weight. 
With excitement, and some fear, I qualified and an appointment for the
medical exam was made for the next day. 

   I couldn't think straight as I anxiously awaited 3:00.  It would
probably be just a regular ob/gyn exam.  They would strap some heart
monitors on me and... 

   And what?  My heart raced as I thought of all the possibilities.

   The Exam

   I arrived and was handed a clipboard by the receptionist with pages I
needed to fill out.  I was the only one in the waiting area and I took a
seat closest to the door, in case I wanted to make a fast escape.  They
were normal questions that a doctor asks before the first appointment. 
Family history, any medical problems, etc.  I turned the sheet over and
noticed the questions were more detailed.  It was a good thing they didn't
ask for my name.  Do you masturbate.  Yes.  How often?  Daily.  Have you
ever experienced mutlitple orgasms?  Yes.  How many orgasms have you had
today?  Two.  Have you ever had an orgasm with a partner?  Yes.  Are your
orgasms strongest when you masturbate or when you are with a partner? 
Masturbate.  Do you know the location of your g-spot?  Yes.  Which of the
following do you fantasize about when masturbating?

   Another girl walked in just then and I looked up briefly.  She was
handed a clipboard and sat down in the corner.  I thought I recognized her,
but I wasn't sure.  She was tall and thin and was wearing a tight white
tank top and jeans.  I didn't get a good look at her face because I quickly
looked down when she sat down to concentrate on my questionnaire.

   What do I fantasize about when I'm masturbating?  Wow, I realized I had
to check almost everything on the list.  Bondage, lesbians, group sex,
voyeurism, exhibitionism, rape, almost everything else.  How old were you
when you experienced your first orgasm?  Twelve.  Do you enjoy pornographic
movies?  Yes.  I squirmed in my seat as I filled out the rest of the
paperwork.  Just thinking about it was getting me aroused.  I looked up,
embarrassed.  I noticed the other girl was still filling out the standard
medical questions on the first page.  She had no idea what was coming.  She
flipped over the page and I watched her out of the corner of my eye as her
eyes scanned through the questions.  I noticed her nipples were now hard
and straining against her top.  It excited me to know that she was excited
as well.  She reached up and discreetly brushed her hand against her
nipple, getting them harder.  I wanted to touch my own but wasn't as brave.

   I finished filling the rest of the paperwork and walked towards the
receptionist.  She smiled at me, "No.  You keep your paperwork.  It's all
confidential.  Give it to the doctor when you go in for your exam." She
handed me a card with a number on it.  We'll call you when it's your turn.
I returned to my seat and I could feel the eyes of the other girl watching
me as I returned to my seat.  I wondered if she could see my hard nipples
through my shirt, and as I sat down, with dismay I realized she could.

   Just then another girl entered the room from a different door.  She was
dressed in a hospital gown and she looked like she had been running on a
treadmill.  Her face was covered in a slight sheen and she was breathing
heavily.  Her hair had a wild unkempt look and she bit her lip as she
walked unsteadily into the room and she quickly sat down in the nearest
seat.  She wrapped the gown around her tightly and crossed her arms in
front of her but she was restless.  She would sit still for a few moments,
and then squirm in her seat.  She looked up and when we made eye contact, I
was a little taken aback by the look in her eyes.  There was a hunger or a
desperation mixed with something else.  Despair.  I considered leaving but
then they called my number.

   I slowly rose and walked towards the pretty nurse, afraid to make eye
contact as she took the clipboard from me.

   She silently led me down a hall into a room that looked like a doctor's
exam room.  She handed me a gown and told me to disrobe.  She left and I
stood there, my heart racing, wondering if I should back out now.  But I
knew I would regret it if I did.  I would lie awake at night, wondering
about all the exciting things they would have done to me as I quietly
fingered myself next to my sleeping roommate.  I undressed.  As I slid my
panties off, I noticed how wet they were.  I quickly put on the robe and
looked around the room to see if I could find some Kleenex or paper towels
to wipe away the proof of my excitement.  There was a knock on the door.

   "Uh, come in?" I said tentatively.

   Two young women entered the room, dressed in white lab coats and
carrying clipboards.  They were beautiful.  Too beautiful.  Would they be
doing things to me?

   "Hi #326.  Thank you for participating in this study.  Please come with
us.  I glanced at my clothes that were neatly folded on a chair.  They saw
my hesitation and told me to leave everything there, explaining something
to me about outside bias based on the clothes I had chosen to wear, etc.

   I clutched the gown tightly around me and I was led into a larger room
that looked like another exam room, but it had a lot more monitors and
machines.  Things were beeping and wires were trailing along the ground. 

   "The doctor will be in momentarily, but first we'll be doing an initial
medical exam," one of them said, instructing me to get on the table. 

   They checked my blood pressure, my reflexes.  They verified my height
and my weight.  I started to relax a bit.

   "We're going to do a breast exam now.  If you can take off your robe and
lie back on the table here."

   I lay back and stared up at the ceiling as I lay exposed.  I could feel
my nipples automatically harden.  She got a bottle from a table and
squirted some warm clear gel onto my breasts and started to rub it in,
startling me.  "This will help once the monitors are put in place," she
explained, although I had no idea what she was talking about.  She started
on the edges of my breast, moving in ever smaller circles towards the
center.

   "Do you do self breast exams?"

   "Yes," I whispered as she pinched my nipple, sending a shock through my
core.

   She moved on to the other breast, expertly rubbing in small circles as I
tried to keep my breathing even.  The breast exams I'd had were nothing
like this.  Those were clinical and cold.  The anticipation of what would
happen later sent a tingle through me with every touch.  When she reached
the middle of my breast, she paused and I drew my breath in, trying to
prepare myself for that delicious pinch.  As I felt the bolt of lightning
course through her fingers into my nipple, I let my breath out, slowly
trying to relax.  Trying to stop the wetness that was increasing between my
thighs.

   "Okay, everything looks normal." She smiled at me.  I could only nod.

   They started hooking me up to all the machines.  Monitors that would
check my heart rate, brain wave activity, my oxygen levels and my
breathing. They asked me to move down further on the table and put my feet
in the stirrups.  The monitors showed that my heart rate increased as I lay
prone and open.  This would be it.  Something was going to happen to me
down there.  Where my secret petals flowered.

   "We're going to do a routine pap smear now." They inserted a speculum
inside me and stretched me open.  I felt an uncomfortable ache as they
gathered samples from my cervix and placed them in a vial.  The monitor
showed that my heart rate was slowing down as my initial excitement faded.
This was very clinical.  I started to relax, although the speculum was
still holding me open for all of them to see.

   The door opened and a young man walked in.  A beautiful, handsome man.
Too handsome.  "How are you?  I'm Dr.  Matthias," he said as he picked up
the forms I had filled out.  I could see his eyes move back and forth as he
read the answers I had filled out.  This stranger was reading about my
sexual habits.  About my fantasies.  It was unnerving, and yet, so very
exhilarating.

   "The orgasms you had today, were they through intercourse, oral
manipulation or masturbation?"

   I swallowed.  "Masturbation," I said softly.  Mortified.

   "By what method?"

   "Excuse me?"

   "Vibrator?  Manual stimulation?"

   "Vibrator."

   An assistant jotted some notes down as he glanced up to look between my
legs.  "Check the pH on that fluid.  We need to know if she's ovulating or
if that's arousal fluid." I felt myself blush.  A hand slipped between my
legs as she swabbed the opening of my vagina.

   "It's arousal fluid," she said.  I closed my eyes, fully embarrassed.

   "Okay, let's have a look here." The doctor pulled up a stool and put his
face between my thighs.  He started touching me with his gloved hands, as
if I was a speciman.  Which I was, really.  "Outer labia are normal.  Inner
labia, normal pink and moist with an average amount of arousal fluid. 
Internal shows no evidence of injury." He removed the speculum, leaving me
feeling empty.  "Caliper please." The assistant handed him one of the tools
from the table.

   "Clitoris is normal, currently measuring 55." He ran a finger up and
down my clitoris, making me gasp.  I wasn't expecting that.  He rubbed it a
few more times and I had a hard time just lying there.  My breathing was
coming in quick little gasps.  He finally stopped.  "After 10 seconds of
manual stimulation, it is now measuring 58 and has emerged from the
clitoral hood." The assistant wrote all of this down.

   "Subject 326?" Was he talking to me?  I looked down to see his face
between my thighs.  "At various times, I will ask you to rate your state of
arousal.  A 10 means you are in the middle of an orgasm, and 1 means you're
not aroused at all.  Do you understand the ratings?" I slowly nodded and
put my head back down.  Middle of an orgasm?  Would I be manipulated into
having an orgasm here?  In front of everyone?

   "What is your state of arousal at the moment?"

   I had to think.  "Four" I managed to get out.

   "Okay, let's start." They brought down a monitor in front of my head. 
Words appeared on the screen.  "You will see a series of images.  Your
monitors will check your state of arousal.  It is important that you not
move at all until this portion of the study is completed."

   One after another, I was shown images of sex.  There were scenes of
intimacy, and brutality, and close-ups of women and men in the middle of
their orgasms, their faces grimaced in pleasure.  Images of every kind of
sex and every position.  I could feel the familiar itch rising inside me as
I watched these scenes unfold in front of me.  If I had been alone, I would
have touched myself, thrusting my hips into my hand for some relief.  But I
couldn't.  They were watching me.  Then the images stopped and the monitor
retracted back towards the ceiling.

   "What is your state of arousal?"

   "Five."

   "Clitoris is now measuring 62."

   "Okay, turn on the visual monitor please."

   I turned to see a different television screen next to the table light up
with the image of my pussy, dripping wet and filling the whole screen.  I
couldn't look at it.

   "Subject 326, it is very important that you lie very still during the
rest of the exam.  Otherwise we won't be able to get the proper
measurements that we need.  If you feel at any point that you are unable to
lie still, we can offer you restraints.  Otherwise, we won't be able to
continue."

   An assistant smiled down at me.  "Are you comfortable?"

   I nodded.

   "Okay, let's start with the breast stimulation."

   Two suction cups were placed on my nipples and I was curious to see what
would happen.

   "Subject is ready doctor."

   "Okay, 3, 2, 1," he counted down.

   The suction devices started licking and slurping away at my nipples,
they felt like two hot mouths eagerly sucking and bringing me to the edge.
It took everything I had to not cry out.  Then suddenly, they stopped.

   "Would you like the restraints?  Remember you can't move.  We need to
gather at least five minutes of data."

   I nodded, my breath escaping in heavy gasps.  It was so hard to keep
control of myself.  Not being able to move or cry out was torture.  They
wrapped soft straps around my thighs, around my belly, my arms and my
ankles. 

   "Subject was restrained at 2.35 seconds." An assistant jotted this down.
"Shall we continue?"

   I nodded and held my breath, waiting for the pleasure to begin again. 
"3, 2, 1."

   The expert mouths began sucking and licking again.  A mechanical tongue
twirled around my nipples in slow then fast circles.  I was breathing in
fast and shallow bursts, not wanting to moan or cry out.  The mouths just
went on forever, swirling and sucking.  I wanted to rub my clitoris or push
the mouths away, but the restraints were holding me down.  Then finally
they stopped.

   I could hear my heavy breathing, and all the monitors were bleeping like
mad.

   "Subject 326, what is your state of arousal?"

   "Six?" I said, softly.

   "Clitoris is now measuring at 67."

   "Very good.  Okay, let's move on."

   I lay there, taking in deep breaths, willing the machines to slow down
their beeping.  They were taunting me, letting me know how excited I was to
be touched like that in front of strangers.

   "Subject 326, I'm going to insert something into your vagina now.  It
won't hurt, although it may be a little uncomfortable at first.  Remember
we need at least five minutes of data." I felt something slide inside me,
and then it began to fill me.  Was it getting larger?

   "Subject is ready, doctor."

   "Okay, 3,2,1."

   Whatever was inside me started fucking me.  It pistoned in and out
rhythmically.  I wanted to move with it's rhythm, meeting it's thrusts but
the restraints prevented me.  I could just lay there as I was fucked.  The
rhythm increased, and then I felt it.  Something inside me was stimulating
my g-spot and I couldn't help crying out.  It was bringing me closer, oh so
much closer, but I needed something on my clitoris to take me over the
edge. Or my breasts.  I just lay there, taking it.  My hands gripping the
sides of the table, unable to contain the moans that escaped my lips.  It
went on forever.  And then it stopped.  They removed whatever had been
inside me and I felt disappointed and somewhat relieved.

   "What is your state of arousal?"

   "Seven or eight." I gasped.

   A hand brushed against my clitoris, making me jump.

   "Clitoris is now measuring 73."

   "And add that subject started vocalizing at 2 minutes, 42 seconds." I
cringed.

   "Now for the clitoral stimulation." The monitors bleeped excitedly.

   "Subject 326, it is imperative that you not reach orgasm during this
next part of the study." He handed me a black cylinder with a red button at
the end.  "When you feel that you are about to achieve climax, you need to
stop by pushing this button.  Do you understand?"

   I nodded as something made out of a thick piece of rubber was placed on
top of my pubic bone.  Expert hands rubbed and molded it and I felt
something spread my lips and rest just on top of my clitoris. 

   "Subject is ready."

   I held my breath, anxious for what was to come.

   "Okay, 3, 2, 1."

   A vibration started, slowly at first.  Then it circled around and
concentrated on my little bud.  Then the whole pad started vibrating.  It
alternated like this, the vibrations increasing with every circle.  Then,
it felt like a million tongues were lapping at my clitoris.  I gasped and
cried out as the tongues teased and sucked my clitoris into their eager
mechanical mouths.  I wanted to push it away but I couldn't.  I closed my
eyes, gripping the button as I came closer and closer, unable to stop the
moans that escaped my lips.  Then I had to push the button.  It was too
much.

   "Subject stopped at 1:48."

   I was practically hyperventilating.

   "What is your state of arousal?"

   "Nine," I hissed.

   "When your arousal is back to an eight.  You may continue.  But please
stop before you reach your orgasm.  Otherwise you will be disqualified."

   Continue?  They wanted me to continue?  I looked at their faces.  They
were all watching me.  Taking notes, and watching me.  Waiting for me to
tease myself until what?  Would they let me reach my climax?  Would I want
to come?  In front of all of them?  My mind was screaming no.  The monitors
and my body were all saying yes, yes, yes!  I took a few more deep breaths
as the monitors slowed down.  I felt myself come down and I wanted to push
the button to start it again, but I was scared of letting go in front of
them.  Exposing myself in front of them.  But I knew I wanted to feel that
delicious release.

   I took a deep breath and pressed the button, as the hum started again. I
could feel myself going higher and higher and I closed my eyes.  Just
allowing myself to feel it.  I could feel the familiar waves coming closer.
I wanted it to come closer.  I wanted to touch it.  Feel it wash over me. I
pressed the button again.  And it stopped.  I kept my eyes closed as my
breaths came in quick gasps.

   "Subject stopped at :58 seconds."

   I knew they were all watching me.  I knew they were all waiting for me.
I kept my eyes closed, trying to pretend they weren't there.  I listened to
the beeps, coming slower and slower as I tried to relax.  I took a deep
breath and pressed the button again.

   I let out a long deep moan that surprised me as the assault started
again.  The wonderful delicious attack on my clitoris.  I could only hear
the low animal cries that came from the center of my being.  I couldn't
handle this.  I stopped.

   "Subject stopped at :32"

   I wasn't sure I could continue.  I was so close.  Just a few more
seconds and I would be there.  I tried to slow down my breathing.  Just one
slight touch and I would be coming.  I wanted to come, I needed to come,
but I wasn't sure I'd be able to press the button in time before I was
overcome by the pleasure.  And I wasn't sure I wanted them to witness such
a desperate loss of control.

   I opened my eyes and opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know
what to say.  They all looked down at me, waiting for me.

   "Would you say that an orgasm is inevitable at this time?"

   I nodded.

   "Would you be able to attempt it just one more time?"

   I hesitated.

   "At this point, we haven't collected enough pre-orgasmic data.  If you
can't continue, our session will end here and you won't be able to take
part in the rest of the study.  And I'm afraid you won't receive the
credits or the payment."

   "I...  I think I can go one more time."



   They all smiled at me, as they waited for me to continue.

   I took a deep breath and pressed the button.  It was right there.  It
was so close I could almost taste it's sweet nectar.  The mechanical tongue
swirled my sensitive clitoris.  I had to stop.

   "Subject stopped at :08"

   "Okay, let's let her rest before we continue.  Let us know when your
arousal is back to a seven or an eight."

   I closed my eyes, gripping the table as the button was taken from me.  I
could feel my clitoris pulsating in time to the beep of the heart monitor.
They left the clitoral stimulator on me, which was a good thing.  I would
have climaxed just by them removing it.  I needed a release so badly it
hurt.  I wanted to reach my hands and caress my nipples, but I reminded
myself, I needed to come down.  I took even deep breaths, trying to think
of something else.

   "Okay, I'm at an eight."

   "Wonderful.  Okay, this is the final part of your exam today."

   They placed the breast stimulator back on my nipples, and they
reinserted the phallus in my vagina.  My body reacted to the anticipation
of what I was about to feel.  I knew I would finally be taken over the
edge. In front of these strangers, as they watched me.  I would be
manipulated to come as they watched my face contort, listened to the sounds
I made and jotted notes in their notebooks.  They removed my restraints.

   "For the next ten minutes, you are free to move in any way you like. 
Everything will be on and cannot turn off until the end of the ten minutes.
The monitors will all gather the information we need at this point." 

   Ten minutes?  Would I be able to handle ten minutes?  I only needed ten
seconds.

   "Subject is ready."

   "3, 2, 1."

   It felt like there were a hundred mouths on me.  All sucking and licking
at my most sensitive parts.  I was so close already, I could feel it.  But
I couldn't let myself release.  I knew they were watching me.  Waiting for
it.  The vibrations increased as the mechanical mouths carried me to the
precipice and I teetered on the edge, trying to hold back.  And then I let
myself fall.  I cried out as I arched my back, feeling myself as I flew
through the air, the machines fucking and sucking me in earnest.  I rode
wave after wave of my orgasm, which didn't want to stop.  It continued on
and on, taking me higher than I thought possible.

   "Subject has reached orgasm," I heard someone say.  "Time 2:13"

   I slowly came back to earth and noticed the vibrations had slowed.  My
sensitive nipples weren't being sucked anymore.  The pistoning had stopped.
I took a breath.  And then it started again.  My nipples were sucked into
eager mouths, the oral assault on my clitoris began again as my g-spot was
being rubbed.  I was fucked again and again.  It was too much.  I cried out
and I knew I would be having another orgasm.

   I climaxed again.  "Subject has reached orgasm number 2.  Time 3:01"

   I came again and again.  Four, five, six.  I could hear them announcing
my orgasms one after another.  My body was on fire.  I couldn't handle it
anymore.  I needed it to stop, and yet I wanted it to continue.  Forever.

   And then it finally slowed down and stopped as I lay there.  Covered in
sweat.  I was afraid to open my eyes.  My breaths were shallow and I
started crying as they slowly removed everything and I felt even more
exposed.  More vulnerable.

   "Clitoris is measuring 82." I lay there just listening to my breathing,
steadily slowing.

   "Subject 326?"

   I opened my eyes, but I was still unable to meet their eyes.

   "Please put on your gown and come with me." I knew I was being led back
out into the waiting room.  I knew everyone there would be staring at me. I
hoped that girl was gone, but I knew she was still there, waiting her turn.
From the distance I thought I heard moaning, or it may have just been a
door opening.  They told me to wait until they came for me to get fitted
for the home monitoring device.

   I nodded.  I sat down in the first chair I saw, my legs were shaking. 
My clitoris was still pulsating and I knew that it wouldn't take much for
me to have another orgasm.  I could probably have one right here in about
two seconds.  I squeezed my legs together, completely understanding the
look of hunger in the girl I'd seen when I was waiting for my turn.  The
girl in the white tank top was staring at me, her clipboard on the chair
next to her.  Every now and then I saw her hand slowly raise up and I knew
she was rubbing her nipples again.  Another girl was in the room now and I
could tell that she was filling out the questions on the first page,
completely oblivious to what was going to happen to her.

   The door opened and my heart jumped.  "Subject 327?"

   What number was I?  I saw the girl in the white tank top get up and
follow her out of the room.  I was surprised how aroused I felt, knowing
that I knew what would be happening to her and she didn't.

   The other door opened and my number was called.  With relief, I noted it
wasn't one of the two assistants that had witnessed my degradation, but it
was the first nurse who had waited outside while I disrobed.  At least she
hadn't witnessed my humiliation, but I knew she was aware of what I had
gone through.  I wondered if she had watched, or if she had gone through it
herself.  I got up slowly and followed her, feeling my juices trickling
down my leg and followed her into the exam room where my clothes were still
neatly folded.  I could hear faint screaming coming from down the hall and
I got wet, thinking of the other girl, experiencing mind blowing pleasure,
the same pleasure I had just experienced.  What was being done to her right
now, I wondered.  I blushed as I realized everyone had probably heard my
screams.

   "Thank you for participating in our study." I just nodded.  "I'm going
to explain how the rest of the study will work." She opened a box.

   "Your monitor is custom made to fit you.  They have an advanced
microchip inserted which has been programmed with the data that has been
collected earlier.  They consist of a bra with a front closure and
underwear," she held up the bra, demonstrating how the hook in the front
worked and I recognized the same suction cups that would surround my
nipples.  The rubber panty looked normal until she showed me the inside,
which had a large flexible phallus.

   "When you put it on, make sure the phallus is inserted into your vagina,
and the clitoral stimulators are flush against your vulva.  You are
required to wear this for a minimum of one hour each day, but you can wear
it for more if you want.  In fact, the more you wear it, the more data we
can gather.  Internal sensors will verify that you have complied.  On day
7, do not wear it until 30 minutes before your appointment.  You are
required to come back with your monitor on so we can gather the data
collected.  You are to abstain from sexual activity for the first week.  No
intercourse, no masturbation allowed.  If you do not follow all of the
directions, you will be considered an incomplete subject and you won't
receive your credits or compensation.  Any questions?

   I wanted to ask how the device would know but I just shook my head.

   "In case you were wondering, the microchip will instantly register any
differences in pH, or blood flow to the clitoral region, or even
microscopic tissue damage that occurs during intercourse and masturbation.
Your earlier session recorded your pre-orgasmic and post-orgasmic levels so
it will pick it up."

   I nodded.  Confused, but I wasn't going to attempt to speak.

   "Okay, let's make sure it fits." She lifted the gown off my shoulders
and let it drop to the floor, grazing my nipples as it fell.  I wasn't
expecting this.  I thought perhaps she would leave the box with me and I
would be able to put it on at home.  But she slipped my arms through the
straps and clasped it in the front. 

   I gasped as she inserted her fingers into the cups and started rubbing
her fingers over both of my nipples as I stood there helplessly.  "The
nipples have to be fully erect in order to fit properly in the suction
cups," she explained as she continued fondling my nipples.  I couldn't help
it as a moan escaped my lips and more of my fluid dripped down my leg. 
"Maybe a little gel will help," she said.  She unclasped the bra leaving it
hanging open and got out a bottle squeezing some more of the clear gel onto
her fingers before attacking my nipples again.  It was too much.  They were
already sensitive and I couldn't imagine they weren't hard enough now.  She
pinched them and I let out a cry which I hoped sounded like pain, but we
both knew it was more from pleasure.  I closed my eyes, willing my nipples
to harden so she would stop this assault.  I allowed myself to give in to
the pleasure.  I held out my hand to steady myself, reaching blindly for
the exam table, but grazing fabric instead.

   "Would you like to lie down?" she asked me.  I opened my eyes,
embarrassed as I realized that I had probably touched her breasts. 
"Sometimes it helps the subjects to relax."

   I nodded and lay down on the table.  She squirted more of the
lubricating gel on my exposed breasts and continued fondling them.  I
closed my eyes and just gave in to the feeling, allowing the moans to come
freely.  I really couldn't imagine that they weren't hard enough yet. 
"There we go," she said, "It helps to give in to it." I allowed myself to
feel the pleasure, not caring that I was in an exam room being fondled by a
stranger, a beautiful stranger who had great hands.  I didn't even realize
that I had reached my hand between my legs and was rubbing my clitoris,
until she firmly removed my hand. 

   "No masturbation, remember?" I flushed from embarrassment.  Would I have
openly masturbated in front of her if she had allowed it?  I hadn't even
realized that I had reached down to touch myself.

   "We're going to have to try something else," she said as she wiped the
gel from my breasts.  "Just close your eyes and relax."

   I obeyed.  I closed my eyes and I felt her hands on my breasts. 
Suddenly it felt like there was an actual mouth on my nipple.  My eyes shot
open and there she was, licking and sucking my nipple.  I groaned with
pleasure as she expertly nibbled, her tongue swirling and teasing.  I
raised my hips and gripped the table with my hands as my moans got louder.
"Please, stop," I whispered, knowing that I didn't want her to stop.  She
moved to the other nipple as her hands continued assaulting the other wet
nipple.  She was torturing me as I writhed under her expert mouth.

   "Good," she said.  "Now they're ready." She clasped the bra, enclosing
my breasts and fitting my sensitive nipples inside the suction cups. 
Strangely, I felt more disappointed than embarrassed as I lay there
breathless.

   "Let's see if the panty fits," she said.  As I lay there, she raised one
of my legs and fit my foot through one hole, then the other.  "Raise your
hips," she commanded and she raised the panty up.  The phallus poked my
clitoris and I gasped.  It was still very sensitive and after the assault
on my breasts, even more so.

   "You want to make sure you're fully lubricated." She reached a hand down
and caressed my open lips as I arched my back, a moan escaping my lips. 
"We obviously don't have a problem with that." She smiled and I looked
away.

   She instructed me to get off the table and stand up so she could fit the
phallus in my vagina.  It slipped in easily and I was disappointed that I
could hardly feel it.  She adjusted it around and I felt something slip
into place over my clitoris.  "You want to make sure it pops in for maximum
clitoral stimulation," she explained.  "Is it comfortable?" she asked. 

   I nodded.  "Okay, I'm going to turn it on now.  After today, it will
turn on automatically once it detects the right level of body temperature.
That's why it's so important that your nipples are fully erect so the
sensors in the bra can pick it up."

   I nodded again.

   "Perhaps you should lie back down," she said and I obeyed, not knowing
what was going to happen.  But I had my suspicions when I saw the glint in
her eyes as she smiled.  "Just enjoy it."

   I lay back down on the table and suddenly, it came to life and it was
just like earlier.  The suction cups expertly licked and sucked my nipples,
the phallus enlarged and stretched me beyond what I had ever experienced
and began a rhythmic fucking, lovingly caressing my g-spot over and over.
And there was a constant vibration over my clitoris.  I cried out as I was
being assaulted again.  I saw some movement and saw that she was standing
close with one hand under her shirt as she watched me.  She slid her other
hand inside her skirt and by the movement of her hand, I knew she was
pleasuring herself.  The sight of her pushed me over the edge.  I screamed
out and held onto the table so I wouldn't fall off as my orgasm overtook
me. I arched my back, wanting more, wanting to feel more if that was even
possible.

   I felt a hand on my leg and I looked at her and noticed she had stripped
out of her clothes.  She had squirted some of the lubricating gel onto her
breasts which gleamed and she openly fondled herself as my second orgams
overtook me.  Then three, four, five.  She had her fingers inside her,
pushing her towards her own peak.

   Then it slowly came to a stop, the vibrations slowed, the fucking
stopped, leaving me panting on the table.  I closed my eyes and wept as I
lay there, unable to move.

   "I have some questions to ask you," she said.

   I opened my eyes and saw she was fully dressed.  Had I imagined it?  Was
I going crazy?

   "How many orgasms did you have?"

   "I don't-- I don't know."

   "If you had to guess," she said, holding her clipboard and waiting
professionally for my answer.

   "I think-- I think-- um...  eight?"

   "Did you feel any pain at all?"

   I shook my head.  From down the hall I could hear screaming.  "Please,
make it stop!" I heard.

   "What were you fantasizing about most while you were experiencing this?"

   I blushed.  I couldn't answer that.  But I couldn't think of a lie.  I
couldn't even think straight to say nothing, which is what I should have
said.

   "You," I whispered, as the screaming continued down the hall.

   "Could you be more specific?" she asked.

   "You were masturbating while you were watching me," I replied quietly,
unable to look at her.

   "And how was I masturbating?" she probed.

   "You were naked and you were fondling your breasts while you were
playing with yourself," I whispered.  She wrote all of this down on her
clipboard.

   "Okay, do you have any questions before you go?" she asked.

   I shook my head, as the screaming increased in speed and volume. 
"Ahhhh!!!!  No!!!!  Please!!!!" Then I heard rhythmic grunts that increased
in tempo, I knew someone was close.  A loud scream pierced the air,
followed by whimpering.  I knew how she felt.

   She smiled warmly at me and said I could take my time getting dressed
now.  "See you next week!" she said as she walked out.  I lay there, unable
to move.  I was sore everywhere.  I slowly sat up and swung my legs over
the side of the table.  I unclasped the bra but my nipples were stuck to
the suction cups.  I had to work them free.  I dropped it into the box.  I
removed the panties which were slick from my juices and added them to the
box.  I could smell my sex everywhere.  I reached for my clothes and slowly
got dressed.  My legs were so shaky, I wasn't sure I would be able to walk.

   I debated whether I should quit.  But I knew I was in too deep now.  As
I opened the door, I walked out and almost bumped into the girl who had
been wearing the white tank top being escorted by the nurse who had just
left me.  The girl had her gown wrapped tightly around her, as if it could
somehow protect her secret.  "Please contact us if you have any questions,"
she said warmly as we passed.  The other girl didn't look up, and I knew
she was the one who I had heard earlier.

   Week 1

   I left and walked out in the open.  I felt like I was a completely
different person.  I carried my box, my treasure, looking forward to trying
it in the privacy of my dorm room.  I took the elevator upstairs, still
unable to meet anyone's eyes.  I entered my empty room, relieved that my
roommate was gone.  I opened the box and took out the monitor.  I almost
put it on right then and there, but we had been instructed to start wearing
it tomorrow.

   When it was finally time, I had to wait until after work.  I came back
to my room, knowing my roommate wouldn't be there.  I first put on the bra,
positioning the suction cups onto my nipples, making sure they were hard
enough.  I stripped off the rest of my clothes and put on the panties.  The
phallus fit inside me perfectly.  I pressed the front, making sure the
clitoral stimulators were on the right spot.  And then I waited.  Nothing.
I looked inside the box to see how I turn this thing on.  There was a small
piece of paper.

   "The monitor will turn on and off automatically, depending on your heart
rate, level of arousal fluid detected and the measurement of your
clitoris." Oh yes, I remembered now.  She had said it would turn on
automatically.  So I had to wear it and wait.  I walked around a little. 
Still nothing.  I heard a key enter the door and realized my roommate was
home.  I hurriedly put on my robe and sat down on my bed, pretending I had
been reading a book.

   Suddenly, it came to life.  Slowly at first.

   "Hey," she said as she entered.

   "Hi," I answered.

   It started sucking my nipples, a mechanical tongue swirling deliciously,
carrying me higher.  I realized that I was breathing erratically.  My
roommate was too busy to notice.  She picked up the phone and called her
boyfriend.  I was now stuck here with her for probably another hour or two
while she talked -- their conversations never lasted shorter than that. 
The phallus came to life and it was fucking me, gently.  I heard myself
grunt with each thrust.  And then it started it's assault on my g-spot as
the vibrations on my clitoris started.  I was terrified that I would have
an orgasm right there in front of my roommate.  I wasn't sure I'd be able
to stop from crying out.  I could walk out into the hallway, go into the
bathroom.  But then I'd be stuck there for an hour, my whimpers echoing
through the stalls.  I couldn't take this thing off for one hour and I was
just wearing my robe.  I had to sit here on my bed while my body betrayed
me.

   Everything moved faster and faster.  My head was swirling.  I wanted to
push all of these people away.  All of the tongues and fingers that were
bringing me such pleasure, but I couldn't.  I moved closer and closer to
the edge.  Just as I was about to reach the pinnacle, it stopped.  I lay
there, panting.  I couldn't move.  I was afraid to move.  I was afraid that
if I did, it would start again.  I looked at the clock.  It had only been
15 minutes since I'd put this on.  I had to endure another 45 minutes.  I
could hear my roommate talking softly on the phone, deep in conversation.
She hadn't noticed me.  I realized that having her in the room was exciting
me.  Knowing that I couldn't cry out, or grind my hips, I was actually
enjoying it more as I fought to control my animal urges.

   I shifted slightly.  Nothing happened.  I propped up my pillow.  Nothing
happened.  I started to calm down.  My arousal level was now at an eight.
An orgasm was no longer imminent.

   "I love you, bye." My roommate hung up her phone, just as it started up
again.

   No!  my brain screamed.

   My roommate sat at her desk and opened her backpack, preparing to do
some homework, oblivious to the sweet torture that I was enduring.  I bit
my lip to stop from crying out.  It felt so good.  Too good.  It was too
much.  Once again, I was brought to the edge, teetering.  Waiting for that
delicious moment when I would be taken over.  And then it stopped.

   I slowly realized what was happening.  It would do this for the next
hour.  Starting and stopping as it detected an imminent climax.  Taking me
so close and then pulling me back.  Teasing me over and over.  And then I
remembered what the nurse had said.  No masturbation for a week.  Would I
be allowed to come at the end of this torturous hour?  And then it started
again.  I couldn't handle it anymore.  I wanted to stop right then and
there.  Screw the research.  But then I wouldn't be able to collect on the
$500.  That would mean that I had endured a humiliating hour having
multiple orgasms in front of strangers for nothing.  As I remembered the
mind blowing orgasms I'd had earlier, I almost came.  But this damn thing
wouldn't let me.  It stopped again.  I lost count how many times it started
and stopped, until finally, my orgasm was inevitable.  Just a slight
movement and I would be there.

   I realized my roommate was watching me.  "Are you all right?"

   "Fine," I managed to say.  "I'm fine."

   She gave me a strange look before returning to her homework.

   My orgasm retreated and I sat there, waiting for it.  My clitoris was
throbbing.  I was so close.  But it wouldn't turn on again.  I kept the
suit on for a few more hours.  Hoping it would turn on again, finally
pushing me over to the point of no return.  I kept it on even after my
roommate left.  But, it was going to deny me.  Finally, I just had to take
it off and I couldn't masturbate to relieve myself.  I put everything back
in the box and turned off the light and went to bed.  It took everything I
had not to touch myself.  I ground my hips into my pillow but it wasn't
enough.  I cried until I fell asleep.

   The next day, I was going to make sure that I would be alone when I wore
the monitor.  I checked my roommates schedule and I had a good three hour
stretch in the morning when I would be alone.  I knew I wouldn't be going
to my classes that day.

   I took the monitor out of the box and first put on the panties.  I
tweaked my nipples a little before putting on the bra.  I was sure that
today it wouldn't deny me.  I was already so close.  Even if it tried to
deny me, I was sure that I would be able to trick it somehow by keeping my
breathing slow.  And without my roommate around, I would be able to thrust
and grind my hips, helping it along.

   I lay there in bed, waiting for it to turn on.  I thought about that
girl in the tank top who had so innoceently brushed her nipple while
filling out the questionnaire.  How many orgasms had she had?  As I
pictured what she looked like in the middle of an orgasm, it came to life.
Slowly at first.  I savored it this time.  Letting it mouth my nipples, as
the mechanical tongue swirled and sucked it.  Then the familiar pistoning
began.  It was different today.  More urgent.  I found myself grunting with
every thrust as it violently fucked me.  It would have been painful had it
not been for the delicious thrumming on my clitoris.  I lay there, moaning
and waiting.  I turned over on my belly propped up on a pillow, fantasizing
that I was being fucked from behind.  The vibrations on my clitoris became
more intense in this position as I thrust my hips into the pillow.  I was
getting close.  My cries became louder as I muffled them into my comforter.
It felt so good.  I was almost there.  Higher and higher.  I was going to
come.

   And then it stopped.  I cursed into my pillow.  I ground my hips into
the pillow but the hard rubber prevented any feeling from penetrating onto
my clitoris.

   I couldn't wait to take this thing off me now.  It was driving me crazy.
I looked at the clock.  I had 45 more minutes to go.  I stood up.  Maybe it
would be less intense if I walked around.  I was going to go insane.  The
device started up again and I realized it wasn't as intense when I stood
up. I tried walking.  Whoa.  That was too much.  That felt too good.  I
stood still and held onto my desk for support as I was being fondled and
molested.  I knew that if I thought about something else, my need to orgasm
wouldn't be as intense.  I could will myself not to get as aroused.  But my
body betrayed me.  I bent over my desk, and cried out in insane pleasure as
my breasts pressed down into the hard wood.  The sucking feeling increased
and I had to get up.

   After being taken to the edge and teased back again for the next hour, I
finally had to take it off.  I wanted to take a shower, clean my body of
all of these feelings.  I put on my robe and walked to the communal shower.
At this time of day, no one would be in there.  Almost everyone was in
class.  I entered the bathroom, and heard the sound of a shower running.  I
didn't know who it was.  I stepped into the shower and turned the water on
and tried to ignore what my body was saying.  Then I heard moaning.  Yes,
someone was moaning in the shower.  I recognized the familiar aching sound
of pleasure.  I squeezed my legs together.  I didn't care about the study
anymore.  How would they know if I had masturbated?  I leaned against the
wall as I rubbed my nipples.  It wouldn't take long.  I needed this so
badly.  I heard another loud moan and realized that it had come from my
lips.  I noticed that the other shower wasn't running anymore.  I hoped the
bathroom was empty.  I heard something drop, and realized that I wasn't
alone.  I stayed in the shower for as long as possible, until I knew for
sure that whoever had been in there would be gone.

   When I thought it was safe, I turned off the water and realized that I
had forgotten my towel.  I would just have to step into my robe, dripping
wet and dry off in my room.  I opened the curtain and stepped across to the
hooks and grabbed my robe.  And I saw her.  The girl in the tank top from
the study.  She was the one who had been in the shower.  I didn't even know
she lived in my dorm.  She had probably heard the moan.  She recognized me
and then sheepishly looked away.  I quickly put on my robe and headed
towards the door.

   In the safety of my room, I sat on my bed.  This was going to be the
longest week of my life.  How was I going to be able to do this for another
five days?  That night, my roommate never came home.  She spent half the
time at her boyfriend's apartment.  I lay awake at night, tortured. 
Wanting to bring out my favorite vibrator, but knowing I couldn't.  The
sensors seemed pretty sophisticated.  I wasn't sure how it worked but I
didn't want to risk being disqualified.  I wasn't sure how I would be able
to prevent the microscopic tissue damage that it would undoubtedly detect.
The vibrator was definitely out of the question, I knew I would damage
something if I brought it out since I knew I wouldn't be able to stop.  It
was like a drug.  I knew I wouldn't be able to have just one.  I wouldn't
be able to stop until I had fully satiated myself, five, sometimes eight or
nine orgasms later.  And I couldn't stop thinking about that girl in the
tanktop.  Had she heard my moaning?  I couldn't help picturing herself
pleasuring herself in the shower.  Was she breaking the rules or was she
just as frustrated as I was?  I finally went to sleep dreaming of her
watching me come.

   In the morning, I knew I had to go to class.  Then I had to go to work.
Then I had to meet my study group that night.  When would I have time to
wear the monitor?  I looked at the clock.  I would have to wear it to
class. It took 30 minutes to walk to campus, if I put it on now, I would
fulfill the one hour requirement walking to class, and then I would be able
to take it off right before class started.  I put it on and got dressed
over it.  It hadn't turned on yet.  Maybe it wouldn't turn on until I had
reached a certain level of arousal.  I grabbed my backpack and tried to
think about anything that wouldn't set me off.  As I rode down in the
elevator, I was happy that it hadn't turned on yet.  Already 15 minutes had
passed.

   I started walking, and still nothing, although the phallus inside me was
starting to excite me a little.  And then without warning, it started.  I
cursed under my breath.  I had to slow down my pace as I walked.  At one
point, I actually had to stop under a tree and hold onto the trunk as I was
being fucked, out here in the open with people walking by.  I looked around
but it didn't seem like anyone was watching me.  The torture on my nipples
was driving me insane as the phallus pumped inside me, almost angrily. 
Harder and faster while the wet tongues attacked my clitoris.  I was so
close.  So close.  And then it stopped.  I took a few breaths and kept
walking.  As I took a step, the clitoral stimulators rubbed against my
clitoris and I came.  As it hit me, I turned around to hold onto the tree
for support.  I stood there clutching the tree as wave after wave crashed
over me.  It was so delicious.  I knew if someone was watching me, they
would come up to me, ask me if I was allright.  But I didn't care.  I had
figured out a way to trick the monitor.  I had four more orgasms walking to
class that day, although it took me an hour to get there.

   Weekly Exam #1

   Finally on day 7, I knew I had to go back.  I wasn't able to achieve any
more orgasms that week.  It was almost as if the sensors had sensed that it
had taken me too close and it was holding back on me.  Thirty minutes
before the appointment, I was to put on the monitor and wear it to the lab.
I wasn't sure how I felt about going back.  A part of me dreaded it, and
another part of me was excited, curious about what might happen.

   I put on the monitor and it immediately sprang to life.  I arrived at
the lab in a state of high arousal.  It had taken me almost to the edge,
but not as intensely as the previous days.  My orgasm wasn't imminent, but
it was close.  I entered the waiting room and was surprised to see a room
full of girls.  I sat down in one of the only empty chairs.  I had more
questionnaires to fill out.  Did I achieve orgasm while wearing the
monitor? Yes.  Was I alone when I had an orgasm?  No.  Did you enjoy
wearing the monitor?  Hmm.  That was a tough one.  I decided to answer
Yes. 

   As I was answering the questions, the vibrating started again.  I sat
there silently, as it became more and more intense.  I heard moaning and
looked up.  A girl across from me was moving her hips back and forth in her
chair.  I realized she was having an orgasm.  In front of all of us.  A
thrill went through me.  When I had reached an orgasm in public, no one
knew what was happening.  But we all watched her, knowing what was
happening to her.  The vibrating on my clitoris intensified and a moan
escaped my lips.  I knew there were eyes on me.  And then it stopped.  I
was relieved.  Maybe it wouldn't happen to me.

   "Number 320?"

   The girl who had just had an orgasm stood up and with shaky steps walked
out.  I looked back down at my questionnaire and tried to answer a few more
questions when the sucking started at my nipples.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl next to me grip her chair
with her hands.  She threw her head back and I knew.  She was coming.  She
didn't cry out or moan, but her breathing came out in short little gasps.

   "Number 321?"

   No one moved.

   "Number 321?"

   Slowly, the girl next to me got up and walked out.  A few more girls
walked in and sat down.  I looked up and briefly caught the eye of the girl
who had been wearing the tank top and we both looked away, embarrassed.

   The tongues started lapping away at my clitoris as the pounding
intensified.  What number was I?  I think I was 326.

   Another girl cried out as she took in quick little breaths, clutching
her clipboard to her chest.  I couldn't help watching.  I noticed we were
all watching.  It seemed to intensify the fucking I was receiving.  I was
getting closer.  So much closer.  I was taking little short breaths.  Would
this be it?  Would this be the one?  And then it stopped.

   "Number 322?"

   Three more girls had their orgasms and left.  And three more times I was
taken to the edge and left stranded.

   And then I knew, I was next.

   I waited for it to come.  I wanted it.  Yet, I dreaded it.  The fucking
started as a mechanical finger swirled around my g-spot.  There were more
mouths on my breasts and my clitoris.  Sucking, pulling.  Biting.  I cried
out.  It was actually biting me now.  I knew every eye was on me.  It was
getting faster.  I gripped the chair, determined not to cry out or move my
hips.  Determined not to show them how good this felt.  I knew they were
all watching me.  Their eyes were all intently looking at my face, waiting
for the moment to come.  Waiting for me to reach my peak.  I tried to hold
it off.  I tried.  But then it all came crashing down.  I found myself
moving with the waves.  I heard myself crying out.  For a moment I didn't
care as the pleasure flowed over me like water.  And then I came back to
earth.  I knew they were all watching me.  I couldn't look up.

   "Number 326?"

   Slowly I got up and walked out.  I was led to the examination room.  I
wasn't prepared for what I saw.  There were around twenty doctors sitting
around the exam table with their clipboards.  Dr.  Mattias asked me to
disrobe in front of all of them.  And I complied, turning my back to them.
They asked me to take the monitor off and lay back on the table.  I did,
handing it to one of the assistants and she plugged in the data on a
computer screen.

   "She wore it for an average of 1.74 hours per day.  She achieved 5
orgasms while wearing it.  All on day 3."

   "And how did you like it?" Dr.  Mattias asked me.

   "Excuse me?"

   "You wrote down that you enjoy wearing it?"

   I nodded.

   "Can you tell us why?"

   I blushed.  "It makes the orgasms more intense."

   "Tell us how you achieved orgasm on day 3."

   I was mortified.  Talking about this in front of all of them.  "I was
walking."

   The doctors all murmured and jotted down notes on their clipboards.

   "Did the monitor let you achieve orgasm after that?"

   I shook my head.

   "The sensors recalibrated itself properly then."

   "Were you in public when you achieved orgasm?"

   "Yes."

   "Was it more exciting for you being in public?"

   "Yes," I whispered.

   "Did it excite you seeing the other girls orgasm in the waiting room?"

   "Yes," I whispered.

   "Do you like it when people watch you orgasm?"

   I hesitated.  I couldn't answer so I just nodded, lowering my head in
shame.

   "Okay, let's see how much your numbers have changed this past week."
They strapped on the breast and clitoris stimulators and inserted the
phallus as I looked up, I saw that they were all watching me, intensely. 

   "It'll be the same as before, except we'll need to gather 15 minutes of
data."

   I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle 15 minutes.  10 minutes had been
torturous.  I was already sensitive from the orgasm I'd received in the
lobby so I knew it wouldn't take me long.

   "Subject is ready." The doctor nodded and counted down as they all
waited quietly, waiting for me to put on a show.

   The first one came quickly in short bursts.

   "Subject has achieved orgasm number 1.  Time 1:27."

   I tried to catch my breath as I waited for the next one.

   "Subject has reached orgasm number 2.  Time 2:15."

   They came one on top of another.  The sweet torture wouldn't end.  It
wouldn't stop.  I opened my eyes and I saw all of them, they were all
masturbating while I lay here.  Their breasts were exposed, some of the
women were kneeling in front of the men, their heads bobbing up and down,
one women was completely naked, another woman suckling her breasts while a
man had his head between her legs.  A woman was bent over a chair as she
was being fucked from behind.  Their moans commingled with mine.

   Finally, it stopped and I was told to get dressed and go home until next
week.  I looked over and saw everyone was dressed, they were all jotting
notes or talking quietly to their neighbor.  I was going crazy, I thought.
That's when I noticed the video camera.  They were taping me.  More people
would be watching, witnessing my degradation.

   I couldn't get out of there fast enough.  My legs felt weak and I was
breathless.  But now I knew I had to have more.  I needed it.  I was now
addicted.