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Glancing up with a nervous flick of her eyes, she met his gaze as he observed her reaction. His appraisal forced her to concentrate on convincing her muscles to relax and allowing the straps to cradle her.

Immediately, they felt more comfortable and less restrictive.

“Good girl. That’s right, I’ll take care of you.” The gentle croon lulled her while he stroked her hip, petting her, soothing her. His approval flared inside her soul. Every beat of her heart strummed though her clit. The slick wetness of her passion dripped from her so steadily now it ran down her ass, onto the table.

Kurt moved to the bottom of the platform. She heard the clink of metal as he released a mechanism located somewhere under her feet then her legs shifted with a lurch that corresponded to the noise. He looked up at her as he grasped an ankle in each hand then yanked them apart. The table split down the middle, between her legs.

The pieces rotated outward before locking in place, leaving her stretched and totally exposed to his view.

Primal reactions drove her to thrash once more, to curl her legs back in close to her body. Or, at least she tried, but the restraints held fast. Her breath came in several large, sporadic gulps. She wrestled her shock until Kurt’s comforting strokes on her skin registered on her mind. She focused on the tone of his voice as he murmured reassurance, attempting to accept her complete vulnerability. She tried to relax, tried to focus on what he was doing and soon she regained some composure.

Once satisfied, he circled the table, observing her from every angle.

“Hmm… We’re almost set. But there’s one more thing I think we need to do,” he muttered, almost as though thinking aloud. Stalking around her, he continued handling her, prodding her, applying firmer pressure in some spots as though testing her resilience. “Yes, just one more thing.”

Standing in front of her once again, he raised her head and shoulders using a control that elevated the section of the table her torso rested on, tilting it forward so she could observe his actions.

“Have you ever shaved your pussy, Becca?”

She had to try several times before she could make her voice audible. “N-No, Doctor.”

“I’ll have to trim you so the camera can get a clear recording of the experiment.” Her eyes went wide as he stepped over to the sink against the far wall then began filling a bowl with lukewarm water. When he returned to the table, he set the container on a stainless steel rolling tray positioned between her legs then scooted his chair beside it.

Rebecca heard a heavy drawer in the base of the table open with a squeak. The noise of several unknown objects clanking together echoed through the laboratory as he rummaged among the contents. Straightening, he laid a razor, shaving cream and several towels next to the basin of water on the cart.

Embarrassed, she realized sitting close between her legs he couldn’t miss the signs of her arousal. Her thighs flexed as she tried to close them.

“You’re so stunning like this. I love the way your cunt looks, spread wet and clenching.” Whether he said it to alleviate her self-conscious anxiety or because it was true, he put her at ease. He specialized in human sexual reactions and, if she believed rumors, had extensive personal knowledge of the subject. If he could maintain professional detachment from a physiological response, she would try too.

As he talked, he grabbed a pair of latex gloves off the counter then made a production of tugging them on.

With a diabolical grin, he let them snap against his wrists. He couldn’t know it would make her even wetter, could he? Excitement infused every cell of her body. She lost track of their purpose and nearly cried out for him to touch her, sure she could come with one swipe of his gloved finger against her clit.

“Ask me to do this for you,” he instructed, his voice deep and sensual.

Why did he want her to ask? He could do whatever he wanted, she couldn’t stop him.

“Admit you’re curious. Ask me. Not because you have to but because you wonder what it will feel like, because you want me to.”

“Yes. Please, Dr. Foster, shave me.” she begged.

Triumph flared inside Kurt. The sweet honey dripping from Becca’s pussy made it clear the setup affected her. The environment excited her. He’d absorbed her look of hunger when he’d reached for the latex gloves, drawing them on though they were unnecessary props. More certain than ever she yearned to submit to him as much as he wanted to take her, he had pushed her further than he intended by demanding she confess her desire.

Now he would reward her.

Using all of his natural ability and experience, he prepared to give his delectable assistant a taste of what she needed. Even if she didn’t understand it yet. He prayed he could maintain control, which threatened to elude him around her.

He shook the can of shaving cream then shot a ball into his palm. He paused, his hands hovering above her hips for a fraction of a second. Her eyes dilated in anticipation. After a few moments, he smeared it across her pussy.

Becca gasped.

The contrast of the cool foam with her building heat must have been startling. His eyes locked on her, engrossed in every motion. The soft band holding her hips to the table thwarted her attempt to thrust her pelvis at him.

He kept his touch light, the contact too subtle for her to gain any relief at all. Apprehension warred with desire in her eyes as the blade lowered toward her. Her struggle enchanted him. She jerked, what little she could, when he increased the pressure of his hand immobilizing her flesh then drew the razor away from her, removing the first strip of hair.

Kurt worked over her with the precision and focus he applied to all of his research. He studied her pretty pussy twitching with the alternating chill of the cream and blade followed by the warmth of the water as he wiped her clean. When the razor dipped lower, skimming the sensitive flesh between her vagina and anus, she moaned out load.

His laugh strained with his own desire, “It feels good, baby, I know. That’s why I had to tie you down. I wouldn’t want to cut anything off by mistake.”

Finishing with her, he removed the gloves, pushed the cart out of the way and then stood back to observe his handiwork. “Do you know the best way to test for a perfect shave, Becca?”

She shook her head.

“By feeling with your tongue. Let me show you.”

Delighted, he watched her grit her teeth to keep from calling out for him to touch her, though she didn’t object to his personal inspection methods. When he cranked another handle in the side of the examination table, a padded platform extension slid out above the drawer in the table base. Kurt lowered himself to the bench and knelt between her legs.

Leaning in closer he asked, “Can you feel my breath on you?”

She only moaned in response, but he knew she could. The sensation would be evident on her ultra-sensitive skin. He ran his fingers around her swollen lips with the barest of contact, awed by the slick, smooth texture.

He nearly caved in and tasted her before she begged but he forced himself to wait. She had to acknowledge she needed him. He wouldn’t let her revert to the mental comfort of excusing her behavior for the sake of the experiment when she wanted the intimate contact as desperately as he wanted to taste her.

Kurt blew warm air across her clit. The mouth of her pussy quivered in response. From this distance, he could observe every detail. He looked at her face in time to witness the strain and pleasure overtaking her at once. “Do you enjoy the sensitivity of a shaved pussy?”

At her hesitation, he raised one eyebrow in silent question then started to retreat.

“No! I mean…yes, I like it. Please, don’t leave me like this! Doctor, please help me.” Her cheeks deepened from rose to maroon. She’d spoken before her brain could stop the words. He loved watching the color rush up her skin from her chest to her face.

“You want me to make you come?” He paused until she affirmed it.

“Yes. Please, please make me come.”

Groaning, he leaned forward to eliminate the fraction of an inch between them then buried his face in her wetness.

Becca’s hands curled into fists where bound above her head on the examination table. He savored her exquisite cry of pleasure when his tongue swept along her slit. He wanted to drown her in pleasure, her escape impossible with her hips bound to the table. As his tongue swirled around her clit, he brought his hand up to brush against her opening.

He used one finger to test her moist heat. It began to slide inside. Even as slick as she was now, his finger did not easily penetrate. The firm but sure pressure of his thick digit invading her snug channel drew a whimper from her before her passageway stretched to accommodate him.

Her pliable flesh clamped around him.

“God, Becca, I’ve never felt a woman so tight before,” he mumbled against her skin, unwilling to separate from her for a moment. He might have worried about hurting her but the sounds bursting from the depths of her chest didn’t result from pain.

With two fingers buried in her now, he felt her climax building. As her rings of muscle clenched in rhythmic pulses around him, he marveled at the searing force of her reaction. She lay beyond reasoning, moaning uncontrollably, eyes shut, head thrown back. When her orgasm began, he slid his pinky down to the tiny hole below and rubbed her wetness over it.

She gasped but didn’t flinch from his exploratory touch.

Kurt feared all his plans would fly out the window. If he didn’t get moving with his agenda for the day, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from finding out how tight her pussy could wrap itself around his throbbing cock the old-fashioned way. The sweet look of pure longing in her eyes when she glanced up nearly undid him but he forced himself to hold strong. He wrapped his lips around her clit then sucked with tender pulls. Her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to sensation. Becca must have been seeing stars, her eyes clenched shut as she reached for the summit.

“Tell me how you feel.”

“Never. Felt. So… Good.”

Then she tensed beneath his hands as she plummeted over the edge. When the first spasms ricocheted through the tissue deep inside her, Kurt nudged the very tip of his finger inside her ass. Part of him roared. He knew he was the first to take her this way.

Screaming, she crashed through the last barrier, falling into a long, powerful orgasm. “Doctor!”

He stared in awe as ecstasy consumed her.

While she caught her breath, Kurt slipped his fingers from her still shuddering body. He drew fresh water to wash her. His instincts urged him to give her a moment to collect her thoughts before pushing on. He tended to her, then encouraged her to rest for a few minutes before placing the base of the Dream Machine’s arousal sensor into the slot he’d incorporated in the table’s design.

The probe was a complex electronic measuring device based on a myograph, used to measure muscle contractions in the vaginal wall. He’d modified it by coating it with a firm but stretchy flesh colored material with properties similar to skin, which he’d invented to make it more comfortable. In addition, he’d updated the circuitry with wireless technology, enabling it to network with the Dream Machine. This allowed its use in more diverse applications such as embedding it into probes like the one he used today. He wanted to test out the equipment to ensure it functioned as he expected.

At its current setting, the probe had a one-inch diameter. The instrument fit onto an attachment arm, which contained the transmitters that communicated the data gathered about pressure, heat and moisture to the monitoring unit beside the examination table. Currently, the probe connected to a revolving arm, which would insert and retract the device into Becca’s pussy, mimicking sex.

Kurt couldn’t wait to try his latest toy.

By the time Rebecca became aware of her surroundings, the probe hovered outside her pussy. Coming to stand beside her, Kurt stroked her hair. “You’re doing very well.”

Weak, with waves of contractions still sloshing through her, she peeked up at him. Although she’d just had the best orgasm of her life, it only took one look at the passion on his face and the pearly pre-come oozing over the head of his engorged cock to be ready for more. She never would have believed she could feel the least bit unsatisfied after that experience but she wanted him buried inside her.

Was that part of their game? He’d just devoured her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. His cock stood hard and ready. He’d told her repeatedly to be honest about her desires.

In a voice scratchy from screaming, she asked, “Doctor, will you fuck me?”

“No. I don’t want to distort our results. Today, I have to test some equipment. I’ll take readings with this probe while your pussy is at its regular size.”

Damn it, think! This is his job. Your job.

Disappointed, she turned her head away from him. She didn’t reveal that nothing about this experience was ordinary for her but she certainly had never reacted like this before. Just being here with him aroused her more than any fantasy she’d ever had.

“I set a tool I’m going to use to gather data just outside your pussy. In a moment, I’m going to insert it.

Then we’ll start taking measurements. I need to verify the machines are functioning as intended.”

The thought alone made her muscles clamp.
I am so screwed.
His clinical narration couldn’t disguise the erotic nature of what was about to happen. Her body strained toward him. More of her come pooled below her ass on the table.

“Though, I have to admit, the sight of you like this is making it very difficult for me to concentrate. Would you like to assist me?” His legendary virility couldn’t be suppressed. His reaction would be the same independent of the subject but, unlike her, Kurt didn’t feel the need to hide his nature. It would be no hardship to ease his discomfort. In fact, it would be a dream come true.