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I sat there for a few minutes, drumming on the armrests while waiting on them to finish. I was starting to get nervous about it again. Was it because I was being watched, or because I wasn’t in control? Could it have been because it was more than my own fingers? Finally, I heard the voice of Dr. Hutchison. “Alright, Sammy, are you ready to retake the test?” he asked. I think after our talk last night he was having issues calling it the sex test or whatever they call it.
“No,” I said flatly.
“Alright, just let me know when you’re ready,” he replied.
“How about next week? I might be ready then,” I said. I wasn’t sure just how much I was joking.
That’s when I heard Dr. Chilton’s voice again. “Ha ha… No.” With that, the chair started to rise. I started panicking, sitting up a little in the chair. I hadn’t been restrained this time, so I was contemplating jumping out of the chair. Before I could, though, two slots opened in the chair by my waist, and two claws clamped onto my hips. I would’ve preferred the lap bar, but I soon realized they weren’t to restrain me to the chair.
The claws lifted me a little, flipping me over as the chair reclined. I was on my elbows and knees in the chair, my head where my feet should’ve been and vice versa, when the familiar wrist and ankle restraints appeared. The two ankle cuffs came out near the head of the chair, and the wrist clamps were either near the ankle restraints from yesterday or the same ones. I was now pinned to a chair with my ass in the air. I knew I was blushing brightly, because I could feel my cheeks burning for being on display to the doctors in the other room in the doggy style position.
That’s when the contraptions were lowered from the ceiling. Having been cleaned since yesterday, they started getting in place in reverse. I found the dildo that had fucked me now in my face, a motorized piston attached to the arm to thrust itself. I kept my lips closed as I stared down the plastic shaft’s length. I liked blowjobs, but I don’t think giving them was really my thing. It wasn’t my choice, however, as a soft tipped pincher like the ones that teased my nipples came down and pinched my nose.
My airways blocked off, I held my breath for as long as I could. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my face turned colors, and I knew I was starting to feel lightheaded, but I couldn’t do it any longer. I finally gasped for air, and upon inhaling a deep breath, the arm moved the shaft into my mouth, where the piston slowly started to pump. The pinchers kept my nose closed for a few seconds longer before releasing and rising away.
The arm that held the ball gag attached by a thin pole lowered itself down. While all I could see was the dildo thrust in and out of my mouth, I felt two arms take the waist of my pants and tug them down, then spread my legs to make sure my pussy’s lips were spread. Face on fire once more, I tried to cry out, only to be muffled by the fake dick thrusting faster into my mouth. My hushed moans combined with the slurping noises I was unwillingly making was a huge turn-on to my male mind, which in turn aroused my female body and made me wet, which didn’t take long considering I was pretty wet before ‘Dr. Dickhead’ walked in on me.
That’s when I felt the rubber ball press against my pussy lips. My eyes shot wide open, and I tried to shake my head, which is a little hard to do with a dick thrusting towards your throat, but my mumbled protests wouldn’t stop the machine from pushing the gag slowly between my lips. It stretched me open a little, and I moaned out a lot, but once my lips had enveloped half of the gag, it slid in fairly easily. I likely would’ve moan as loud as I could had the dildo not start hitting the back of my throat, gagging me.
The arm with the gag didn’t thrust, but did move and angle itself slightly, pushing the ball against my inner walls. After the initial pain, I can’t deny how incredible of a feeling it was. I might’ve cum shortly after had I not been feeling humiliated by the fact that there were people watching me have my mouth pounded into and my cunt penetrated. Struggling got me nowhere; I was pinned to the chair hard.
The two arms that spread my legs returned, this time spreading them a little further. My eyes widened again as I knew what they were doing. I started squirming my body, trying to move or get away, but the two claws that clamped onto my hips earlier were back, and this time they held me in place. The arms spread apart my cheeks so that my asshole was exposed to the cold air of the room. It was now hard to move much at all, and all I was able to do was feel the rubber ball probe around and get fucked in the mouth by a machine with a dildo. I should’ve jumped out of the chair when I had the chance.
I felt a small rounded tip of plastic, covered in lubrication, press against my ass. I tried to shake my head again, my begging muffled when I wasn’t gagging, but the plastic vibrator pressed itself onward slowly. I tried screaming out when my throat wasn’t being invaded, clenching my eyes tightly closed as I felt my asshole stretch to fit the vibrator. It painfully pushed its way in about an inch or two, and stopped. As the ball rubbed against my walls, it pressed against the wall near my ass, and I could feel both pieces of equipment rubbing the same area. My legs started to quiver, I was getting the same feeling I had back in my room.
Shortly after, the vibrator started to rumble softly. My breathing rapid, I nearly shook from the vibes it was sending out. That’s when I felt an immense rush of pleasure. I moaned hard and tensed up as I finally hit my climax, soaking the ball inside of me. My body fell weak afterwards, and my eyes drooped open to find the dildo still thrusting into my mouth, more than half of it covered in my saliva. I noticed it was stopping. I then noticed that the vibrator was still buzzing, vibrating in my ass, while the ball stayed inside of me as well.
‘Alright, I came, we can stop now,’ I thought to myself, but it didn’t stop. The machine kept at it, doing its job. I felt the vibrator push deeper into my ass, slowly pulling out to push back in again. I was getting triple penetrated, and I couldn’t escape as it continued its assault. ‘Please, stop,’ I wished in my mind. ‘Let me go, please!’
The thrusts into my ass got a little rough, and the dildo would force its entire length into my mouth, choking and gagging me as I was forced to deepthroat it, before pulling back for a few short thrusts and then back deep in my throat. My eyes watered and tears streamed down my face from my first deepthroating experience. The ball inside of me pushed deep into my vagina, and then would pull back to stretch my lips apart, only leaving about halfway before pushing back into me. I was gagging when I suddenly realized something I had forgotten: girls can have multiple orgasms.
And my body grew tight as I had a second orgasm. My body fell limp, but was still held in place by my restraints and the equipment filling my holes. As the paces of each piece that penetrated me intensified, four or five inches of vibrator in my ass, the ball pushing in as deep as it could, and gagging longer and harder on the dildo, my body trembled. ‘No,” I thought, ‘Not again…’ My body forced itself to cum once more, my throat letting out more of a whine in my fatigued state. I had never had sex before the previous day, but I felt like I was being fucked to death now.
Finally, the saliva-covered dildo slid all the way out of my mouth, a long spit trail connecting my lip to the tip of it. The vibrator stopped its vibrations, slowly pulling out of my ass, and the ball stretched my vaginal lips one final time as it removed itself from me. As all of my restraints released themselves, my body fell limp onto the chair as it lowered itself back down. It stayed reclined, likely to keep me from falling out of it.
The door opened, and I heard footsteps headed my way. I heard light conversation on the other side of the room, but my eyes were closed, too tired to open them. Someone leaned down near me, placing a hand on my forehead. “Are you alright, Sammy?” It was Dr. Wright’s voice. I could only reply with a whimper. She stood up, talking back with the other doctors. “She can’t walk to her room. Do we have a wheelchair or a stretcher?”
“A stretcher?” Dr. Chilton asked. “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”
“I think what you put her through was a little extreme, Chilton,” she replied.
“DOCTOR Chilton,” he corrected her. After a moment, I heard him call out in an annoyed tone, “Alright, go and get this girl a wheelchair.” I don’t remember anything after that in the room, fainting on the experiment chair.
A short while later, I woke up, my whole body sore. I was lying in my own bed. I looked down to see someone had dressed me in a really girly night gown with lace around the edges. It was very soft and silky, and it felt so nice. I never thought in my life I’d be happy at the feeling of a woman’s silky night gown on my skin. I tried to sit up, but my muscles were too weak to work with me. I gave up, lying back and sighing as I stared at my ceiling. Hopefully, one day, I’ll be out of here, and I’ll be able to see and smell the sky again. Tonight, though, the only thing I had the strength to do was sleep. And so I did.