Partly because of her helplessness, of course, and partly because of her knowledge that nobody even knew where she was or that she was taking part in a scientific experiment…but mainly because of Professor Goss and his unexpected talent for keeping her off-balance and uncertain of what he was going to come up with next.
In her wildest dreams, Paula would never have suspected him of having the determination and ruthlessness to bind her so stringently for so long and as for strapping her to the front of his truck and brazenly exhibiting her with her breasts bared for the world to see, she could still hardly believe that he had actually had the nerve to risk such an astonishing gamble.
He was clearly not just the studious academic she had always believed him to be and although she still trusted him not to harm her, she was increasingly suspicious that he had much more in mind than a few simple tests to prove a theory.
She had seen the enormous bulge in his trousers when he looked at her and even though he always did his best to hide it and pretend that he was unaffected by her costume and the massive climaxes she had already received, Paula wasn’t deceived. He wanted her and it could only be a matter of time before he wouldn’t be able to hold back any more. For her part, Paula wished he wouldn’t even try. The “new” Professor Goss was a lot more interesting and sexually attractive than the old model…stronger, more decisive and sure of himself and best of all, powerfully dominant, giving her no option but to submit to his will. And Paula, to her own surprise, found she liked it that way.
Professor Goss hit the “Save” button on the computer and when he was sure the operation was complete, picked up the remote-control for the hoist. At a flick of his finger, the hoist glided smoothly forward, bearing its hapless cargo across the room to his desk and stopping within arm’s length of where he sat.
“Sorry for the delay, my dear, but I’m all set now so let’s get you hooked up and the test under way.”
He reached up to a cable dangling from the top of the hoist and plugged it into the one at her groin, then calmly reversed the hoist a few feet until he had a perfect and unobstructed view. “Right then, Paula. Here we go,” and as she watched helplessly, he jabbed the “Enter” on his computer keyboard and sat back, his fingers steepled under his chin.
The program took a few seconds to load and for that brief interval, her anxious blue eyes met his steady brown gaze.
Then her eyes bulged in disbelieving horror as both sections of the device began to vibrate at different speeds and intensities, sending devastating pulses of chaotic arousal surging through her belly.
Perhaps, if the two shafts had been set to the same speed and level, it might have been possible for Paula to control, or even withstand their effects…at least for a short period…but the combination of fast/slow and hard/soft applied to the two most sensitive and delicate areas of her body and cycling at dozens of times a minute, was utterly irresistible. She had no defense, because no defense was possible and within seconds of the sheerly-incredible sensations storming through her immobilized body, Paula shrieked her unconditional surrender into her gag and a foaming torrent of her heated juices fountained into her quaking belly.
Every sinew and muscle tensed violently, fighting to respond to the tornado of lust and ecstasy that erupted like a volcano deep inside her as Paula was sent hurtling into an unstoppable climax, but the straps and tape held firm, depriving her of even the small relief of movement.
With no way to halt or slow the powerful vibrations that rampaged through her body and turned her belly to a churning, seething whirlpool of superheated need, it was totally impossible for Paula to retain any sort of control over her maddened responses and as the ever-changing tempo and intensity of the arousal imposed upon her drove her passion far beyond her previous experience, her brain gave up the hopeless struggle to exert its authority. Lost in an endless circle of absolute helplessness, overwhelming arousal and shattering sexual subjugation, her mind and body surrendered utterly to the irresistible rapture of her enforced physical pleasure, her belly kicking and convulsing again and again to the sprays of hot juices that accompanied each of the explosive multiple orgasms drawn from her by the merciless vibrator.
Then, the random electric shock circuit was triggered…
Already at what seemed to her to be the farthest possible limit of her capacity to submit, Paula screamed in frantic anguish when a series of tingling pulses shot through her clitoris and sex, her eyes mirroring despairing horror when the brief, sharp twinges of pain momentarily replaced her ecstasy.
She froze for two seconds, until the incredible eroticism of her situation and the knowledge that she could do nothing…nothing…to save herself from either the pleasure or the pain that could and would be inflicted on her by Professor Goss and his terrible, wonderful machines burned itself into her brain…and then yet another huge orgasm burst into her belly as Paula accepted and eagerly embraced his ruthless and deeply thrilling domination of her.
With her last reservations cast aside, Paula shuddered and moaned and gasped while she was forced to still higher levels of frenzied passion and submission, her climaxes continuous and even more powerful and intense as she abandoned the normal inhibitions of civilized modesty and allowed herself to scale the undreamed-of heights of her unleashed physical desires and discover extremes of sexual gratification that she had never known existed, or had even imagined could exist.
Watching her over the course of the hours that sped by as Paula explored the unfolding expanse of her own burgeoning sexuality, Professor Goss realized that he had grossly under-estimated her capacity for submission and sexual pleasure. He watched, assessed and then adjusted his plans to take account of that new knowledge…along with a distinctly unscientific curiosity to find out just how far he could take her.
Chapter Six
When she was finally released from her first marathon of bondage and sexual subjugation at the hands of Professor Goss, Paula collapsed into his arms and was asleep before he had even carried her down to the basement and placed her on the camp-cot. There she remained for fifteen hours, her exhausted, drained body recovering from the ordeal, unaware of the regular checks he made or of the battle he fought to control his rampant lust as he gazed down at her and remembered the searingly erotic exhibition of ultra-feminine sexuality and helpless submission she had presented to his awestruck gaze.
And still presented, for he neither removed, nor loosened a single one of her bonds which left her fully prepared for the fourth stage of his inexorable campaign to transform her into his willing, obedient and eager…though by no means equal…companion and lover.
When Paula’s eyelids eventually fluttered open, her first sight was of him smiling down at her, he chuckled as he said, “Welcome back, my dear.” She felt the delicious languor of total sexual fulfillment in every part of her body, she crinkled her eyes in pleasure and attempted to sit up.
Her muscles tensed for a moment when she discovered that she was still helplessly bound, then as she recognized the futility of resistance and made herself relax, he nodded in satisfaction, “Good, Paula. I’m pleased to see that you’ve given up any foolish ideas of escape. It will make our time here together much easier and more pleasant if you simply accept the situation and do as I tell you. Now, I assume you must be hungry after yesterday’s test, so we won’t begin today’s session until after I’ve fed you and taken care of your other…ah...needs. After that, we shall investigate your reaction to stress while undergoing mild physical exercise.”
He spoke in the same calm, objective tones that had presaged the previous day’s test, but when Paula felt the presence of the vibrator still buried menacingly in her belly, she knew that he intended to give her no option but to submit just as deeply and fully as she had before.
Instantly, a savage burst of heat rolled through her belly and she shuddered in re-awakened need, unable to hide her uncontrollable response to the prospect of being subjected to such incredibly thrilling and delicious
ly merciless torment for a second time.
She had never experienced climaxes so powerful, or so frequent, or of such duration and as she gazed up at his smiling face and realized that her next ordeal would be at least as intense…or even more so if such a thing was possible…she began to suspect that Professor Goss was attempting to train her to become far more than just his colleague in an unusual and interesting scientific investigation designed to prove the validity or otherwise of a disputed theory.
She suspected him of using the excuse of their jointly-agreed “experiment” combined with his unexpected bondage expertise to transform her into an obedient and submissive sex-addict.
Her suspicion deepened when he nodded again, “You are doing incredibly well, Paula, and I am extremely pleased with your attitude and performance so far. If you keep it up, I anticipate being more than satisfied with the final results of our collaboration. In fact, my dear, I believe we may have a long and mutually…um…beneficial relationship ahead of us when summer break is over.”
Despite her concerns about his motives, Paula was immediately intrigued and curious. She hadn’t given a thought to what might happen after the break and as it dawned on her that he seemed to be thinking of making their experiment into a long-term…even, perhaps, a permanent arrangement…she couldn’t help but feel a jolt of undeniable arousal and excitement at the idea.
If he really meant what he seemed to mean, she couldn’t imagine how he would do it. She had lectures to attend and examinations to pass if she was to graduate in a year’s time and she couldn’t very well go to classes wearing her rubber suit and in bondage. Anyway, relationships between tutors and students were frowned on by the campus authorities. It was impossible…or so Paula thought…and as she wrestled with the conflict his words had set up in her mind, she barely registered the embarrassment of being hand-fed and then helped to relieve herself. Both of which had been intensely humiliating to her a very short while before and unintentionally provided Professor Goss with confirmation that she was becoming conditioned to the part that he intended her to play in his future life. Further proof coming when she passively accepted her gag while he left her for a short period to calibrate the machine for her second test.
As soon as she was lifted onto the track of the small conveyor-belt, Paula realized what Professor Goss had meant by “mild physical exercise” and when he connected a webbing harness to her corset and a chain to the top of her hood to help support her, she felt quite relaxed and unworried, confident that even in her high-heeled ballet-boots and hobble-chain she would be able to walk for quite a while without too much difficulty when the tape was cut from her legs.
Even when he linked her hobble to her single-glove with a heavy chain, she was still fairly sure that she could manage. When he connected a power cable to the vibrator in her belly was when her confidence evaporated as if it had never existed. Because Paula knew only too well what would happen when the vibrator came to life.
Professor Goss also clearly understood the difficulty she would face and being the sort of man he was, had already considered the problem and come up with a solution. Although it was most definitely not a solution that Paula would have wanted…
“In order for this test to give useful results,” he told her, “it is absolutely essential that you keep up with the speed of the track and above all, that you do not stop until the experiment is completed. Now, we both know that the sexual stress and probable...ah...pleasure that you will receive during this test will make it extremely hard for you to concentrate on maintaining the correct pace, so in order to help, I have linked the device you are wearing to a program that will monitor the speed of the track and compare it to your own. If the sensor indicates that you are failing to stay within the rather narrow band I have set, then the device will administer a low-level electric shock as a reminder. However, should you fail to heed that warning further, more powerful shocks will be applied until such time as you correct the situation. I trust that is all clear?”
The alarm in Paula’s eyes made it quite obvious that she understood only too well and was horrified by his ingenuity…and was equally aware that there was nothing whatsoever she could do about it.
“Excellent,” he used a pair of scissors to cut the tape that bound her legs together, then sat down at the desk and entered several key-strokes into the computer, “We’ll begin with a few minutes of familiarization before the test starts.”
Beneath Paula’s feet the conveyor-belt rolled smoothly backwards, forcing her to totter forwards on her high-heels to maintain her balance as she began her long walk to nowhere. For about a minute, the belt kept a slow and even pace, then without any warning, suddenly speeded-up.
Caught by surprise, Paula stumbled and just managed to save herself by a clumsy, uncoordinated shuffling of her feet, the hobble-chain between her ankles and the one to her single-glove jerking erratically as she was forced to lengthen her stride to match the increased speed. It was awkward and uncomfortable and much harder than she would have guessed. She realized at once that when the vibrator was switched on and creating chaotic havoc in her belly and sex while she tried to walk at the right pace, it would be immeasurably more difficult. She gave a low moan of anguish, knowing that she was doomed to fail and that her failure would be punished with electric shocks that would only make things worse.
The speed of the belt slowed and twenty seconds later, increased again, both times catching her unawares and making her stumble and stagger until she was able to adjust, her eyes widening to the realization that when the test began, those stumbles would cost her an automatic punishment. Even more alarming, when she climaxed, as she knew with fearful certainty that she would, what would that cost her?
When the belt slowed to a halt, Paula stared pleadingly at Professor Goss while he methodically checked each of her bonds and the cable to the vibrator in her belly.
Then he smiled at her, “Obedience, Paula,” he told her firmly, “that’s all you need. Concentrate on obeying the program I have set for you and you’ll be absolutely fine. Just clear your mind of everything but the need to obey perfectly and without hesitation and you won’t have a thing to worry about. Disobedience on the other hand, will be punished. It’s up to you to make whichever choice you wish, of course, but I would strongly advise obedience, my dear.”
As he returned to his chair, Paula shivered wildly, his words echoing in her brain. Immediate, unquestioning obedience. Could she give that? Even more vital, should she give it?
If he really was trying to turn her into some sort of submissive, docile and obedient partner in the sex-games he obviously liked to play, shouldn’t she be fighting him and resisting every step of the way? Even if she was thoroughly enjoying herself and loving the sexual “highs” his games were giving her? Not to mention hoping that he really did mean to make their relationship…unusual though she recognized that it was…a permanent one?
She needed more time to think…but she didn’t get it. Because when the conveyor-belt began to roll and the vibrator buzzed into frenetic life in her belly, Paula had neither time, nor energy, nor even inclination to think; every atom and molecule of her whole body was fully occupied with the twin imperatives of total, overwhelming sexual pleasure…and the absolute, perfect obedience required to obtain it.
One hour into her second “test” and Paula’s gag-distorted face shone with glistening beads of sweat produced by the combination of what Professor Goss had referred to as “mild physical exercise” and the stunning levels of arousal and discipline enforced on her by his training program.
Her first climax came within minutes of the start, rewarding her efforts to follow each change of the belt’s speed with a deep, shuddering orgasm that swept over her like a tidal wave and flooded her belly with the scalding juices of her submission. Unfortunately, as she pulsed and gasped in release, her concentration was broken and her steady, even pace faltered. Detecting a discrepancy, the sensor took immediate corrective action,
firing a small, tingling current of electricity into Paula’s clitoris and sex. She felt the twinge and knew what it meant, but was far too excited and aroused to heed its warning. It was an error she quickly regretted, for after two seconds, the sensor triggered another and considerably more powerful shock.
Her head jerked upwards, her eyes filled with pained horror as the electric current jolted through her belly and she learned that her obedience was no longer hers to give or withhold as she chose, but had been taken from her by Professor Goss and his merciless machines.
With a muffled squeal of anguish, Paula lunged forward…just too late to avoid a second stinging shock from the mindless electronic sensor that neither knew nor cared for her difficulties or despair, but simply punished any deviation from its programmed requirements.
Fighting to ignore the tumult in her belly and the smarting of her most-tender and sensitive flesh, Paula forced herself to match the pace of the belt, her rubber-clad thighs scissoring and brain reeling to the knowledge that any attempt to resist, or failure to react quickly enough to the machine’s demands would earn her more of the same awful punishment.
She had become nothing more than a computer-controlled walking-machine, her body closely monitored and subject to automatic discipline if it strayed outside the pre-set limits specified by Professor Goss.
Her only safety lay in instant, unquestioning obedience, just as he had told her it would and as she faced the reality of his absolute control and dominance over her, renewed convulsions racked her body and fresh jets of hot juices gushed upwards to add to the seething whirlpool already churning her belly into a cauldron of bubbling heat as she came for a second time.
She couldn’t help herself or stop it and her steps only faltered momentarily…but this time, there was no warning and no delay period to allow her to recover.
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