Kale and Ruby
"What?" you ask, as you look over to see me staring at the building in front of us with something akin to terror in my grayish-blue eyes. There's nothing imposing about the three story building. The immaculate shrubbery and flowers leading up to the door give the structure an almost welcoming feel, but noticing that fact doesn't do anything to ease the dread in the pit of my stomach.
"Nothing," I say shaking my head, lowering my eyes to stare at my hands which are fidgeting in my lap. My fear of hospitals is nothing new.
"Well, come on then," you're already halfway out of the car. Hastily I unbuckle my seatbelt, pulling the keys from the ignition. The car door closing is painfully loud to my ears. I can imagine people looking out through the curtains; peaking to see who has just pulled up with black, evil rat-like eyes.
You've already started walking away, leaving me behind to deal with my phobia. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, trying to steady myself. It's not a real hospital I try to convince myself. It's just a clinic; just a study. The ad we had seen in the newspaper flashes through my mind. There was a study being conducted, and they needed couples to volunteer to be subjects. The pay wasn't too bad, if we went through the whole thing, but that wasn't why we were here. The study was of an erotic nature. The thought of an unfamiliar sexual experience had sent thrills down my spine.
It had been easy to agree to the experiment from the safety of home. Now, standing next to the car with the unknown in front of me, the building looming above me, I almost want to back out. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Are you coming or what?" You have the door open, waiting for my answer. I can't read the look on your face, but I'm sure impatience is part of it.
I whimper softly, knowing you're too far away to hear it, and quickly walk away from the car. This is supposed to be fun and adventurous, not a death sentence. Swallowing hard I walk through the door into the clinic.
The front room is surprisingly small compared to the rest of the building. There is a TV in one corner, currently showing the news, with chairs lining the walls. There is an older gentlemen sitting in one of the chairs, a magazine in his hand. He looks up as we walk to the reception desk, his dark eyes leering at us. A lecherous smile spreads across his wrinkled face as our eyes meet. He knows! my brain screams at me. He knows we're here for some dirty sex experiment. Embarrassment stains my cheeks crimson as I drop my gaze to the floor.
While I'm busy being mortified you have give the lady behind the desk our names. She too smiles knowingly and directs us to use the elevator to go to the second floor. I blush furiously again, my ears burning, as I follow you. How am I suppose to be aroused when I'm terrified and embarrassed I think to myself as the elevator takes us to our destination.
The second floor is much like the first floor, only the chairs are empty here, and the TV sits silently.
"You guys must be Joe and Jen," my attention is drawn to the blond behind the counter, her bubbly voice only mildly annoying. She disappears for a few seconds then reappears from behind the door next to the counter.
"Come on back and we can get started," she says, all smiles. Her baby blue scrubs match her bubblegum colored lips and nails. She reminds me of a living Barbie.
"K. We need to split you guys up for a bit. Everything will be explained to you individually. If you decide you don't want to go through with this that's perfectly fine." She stopped at a door about half way down the sterile smelling hall.
"Here you go sweetie. Go ahead and have a seat. One of the doctors will be with you in just a second," She says to me, holding the door open with an overly friendly smile on her face. With growing apprehension I step into the room, the door closing softly behind me. It's like any normal hospital room, which doesn't make me feel any better. There's a sink with soap, a box of latex gloves, cotton swabs, and other random things sitting on the counter. The room even has one of those examining tables with the sheets of paper pulled over it. Refusing to sit on the table I go to the chair in the corner, scooting a little swivel stool out of the way a bit. My shoulders relax slightly. I feel slightly better now that my back is against something.
I'm not left waiting long before the doctor knocks on the door. I curse myself for not moving the stool further away as he sits down in front of me. He smiles at me before looking down at the folder in his hands.
"So Jennifer, I see you're here to help out with our little experiment." His eyes lock on mine. I give a small, embarrassed nod. His smile widens as he opens the folder and begins leafing through papers. I assume most of it is my medical record.
"Good, good. I bet you want to know what will be expected of you. It's pretty simple really. We're looking to test the way people react to seeing their partner being stimulated." His voice is flat and professional; completely at odds with the images that have started to race through my mind. "Both of you will be restrained, to prevent you from accidently effecting the experiment. You'll be able to stop at any point in time. The restraints aren't to keep you against your will. Because we will be arousing both you and your partner however, it is best if you are unable to move so you don't inadvertently contaminate the data we are trying to gather."
The word restraints makes me tighten involuntarily. I look down, embarrassed by my reaction to such a simple word. I can see you, tied up, begging me with your eyes, a massive hard-on sticking out from your body. I stare intently at the floor as my skin flushes at the thought of your cock, afraid my eyes will give away what I'm thinking.
"You will both be in the same room, on opposite sides. Electrodes will be placed on certain parts of your body and electric pulsations will be used to stimulate you, as well as your partner. Don't worry. The pulses aren't strong enough to be painful, only enough to be stimulating. If at any time you wish for it to stop all you will have to do is verbally notify us that you want the experiment to end."
I nod, to show him I understand. The pictures in my mind alter slightly, incorporating his words into the scenario. Electrodes are stuck all over your body, electric currents moving through the wires attached to your nipples making you groan and arch your back against the restraints; pre cum wells from the head of your cock then slowly drips from the tip in a long, sticky string down to the floor. My tongue aches to lick the tasty fluid from your body, but all I can do is stand where I'm restrained, enduring my own electric torment.
"We just need you to sign here, to say that we've talked you through the experiment." I nearly jump out of my skin as the doctor brings me out of my little fantasy and back into the small room.
"Um... yeah. Sorry." I say, reaching to take the pen and paper he is offering. My cheeks are on fire as I sign my name on the line, too embarrassed to actually read the paper like I normally would. I can feel my panties growing damp against my skin, which only furthers my sense of shame.
"Alright then. Now that we have that out of the way, why don't you follow me and we'll get you set up," We both exit the room into the hallway where he takes me past more closed doors, and then left down a different hall. He stops at a new door, holding it open for me to enter first. I look into the room before actually entering. The walls are a bright white, almost blindingly so under the florescent lighting. The back wall is a giant window into another room where I can see computers and monitors; their lights blinking and flashing in what appears to me to be random patterns. There are two other people behind the window, busily working on setting up equipment; they haven't noticed the doctor and I are standing in the door way, or are too busy to care. On either side of the room is what looks like black exercise mats attached to the wall with medical restraints placed around them. Wires hang from the ceiling like snakes, waiting to sink their fangs into someone's skin. I shrink back from the door a little, scared to go into the room alone. This doesn't seem fun anymore. This isn't what I want to do.
"Aww, you beat us," the annoying effervescent voice of the blond nurse rings from down the hallway. You both have just come around the corner; you look at ease, your hands in your pockets and an unreadable expression on your face. Not wanting to be the weak link I try to squish my fear and walk through the doorway into the test room. My breathing speeds up a little as anxiety starts to claw at me.
"You'll both need to remove all of your clothing for this. We will have to take it from the room, but once the experiment is over you can have them back. We don't want anything in the room that might distract you from your partner," the doctor explains as he walks into the center of the room. I notice the nurse hasn't followed us in.
I move to the right side of the room, just in front of the mat, and quickly strip out of my clothing, wanting to hurry up and get the embarrassment over with. My eyes seek you out as I slide my panties down my legs. You've already taken off your shirt and shoes; your belt is halfway out of your jeans when your eyes meet mine. Images course through my mind again as you start to unzip your pants, and I can feel my body tighten again in anticipation. The doctor walks between us, cutting off our eye contact and again bringing me out of my vivid fantasies. I finish folding my clothing into a neat pile on the floor, making sure my soaked panties are hidden from view, and wrap my arms around my chest.
"Ready?" his voice sounds almost hesitant, like he's expecting me to back out any minute. I don't blame him for thinking that, if that is truly what he's thinking. I'm surprised I've made it this far. I nod once, knowing my voice can't be trusted; scared that it will betray either my desire or fear, and wanting desperately to hide both.
"Ok. Stand with your back against the mat and raise your arms over your head." I do as he says. The mat is cold against my back. The sudden coldness of it against my skin raises goose bumps all over my body. My already stiff nipples harden further, making them ache. Squeezing my eyes shut tight I slowly raise my arms above my head so that my wrists rest just in front of the restraints.
I can feel his eyes looking at my breasts, taking in the sight of my hardened nipples and the piercings running through them. The doctor's hands are steady as he fastens my hands. My breathing speeds further, an involuntary reaction to being immobile. The wetness that my panties had been absorbing runs down my thighs now in clear, sticky lines. I whimper softly as I feel his hands moving my ankles apart, spreading my legs. My right ankle is fastened in the restraint, shortly followed by my left.
"You may find the electric pulses on your nipples more intense because of your piercings." The doctor's voice is still professional; still detached. I open my eyes slowly, extremely aware of how exposed I am to him while he is kneeling between my legs. His voice may be professional but his eyes are nothing of the sort. His eyes hold mine for a moment before trailing down my body until his gaze comes to a stop at the juncture of my legs. Knowing that he's looking at me makes me wetter. I squirm in my restraints as the ache low in my body becomes sharper. Feelings of shame replace the anxiety and fear now. I'm so sick for liking this; for wanting it to be more than an experiment.
The doctor stands turns away from me, fidgeting with the electrodes. I can see you again from around his broad shoulders. The nurse must have come in sometime while I was being fastened against the mat because you too are restrained just like me; arms above your head, legs spread apart. Your cock is fully erect and teasing me even from across the room. The blond nurse is standing to the side of you, holding a cup to your mouth. I watch as she tips it back for you to drink it, slowly tipping it higher and higher until all of the contents are gone. She sets the cup down on the floor before messing with the electrodes in front of you. I see her hand wrap firmly around your cock as she leans into your body before the doctor steps back in front of me.
I turn my shocked eyes to the doctor, who smiles reassuringly as two electrodes are placed on my temples. Another two are pressed firmly behind my ears, and one at the base of my skull. I can't help but notice how warm his hands are as they place the devices against my skin. More are placed on the palms of my hands, my collar bones, my nipples, my first rib bones as well as my last, my hip bones, two sets on my outer thighs. Another two are placed on my calves with a matching set on my shines, while another pair is placed at my ankles. Two sets of electrodes are left hanging from the ceiling. I meet his eyes as his hands slowly, agonizingly slowly, press the electrodes high on my inner thighs. My wetness causes the devices to slide against my skin slightly, before the adhesive finally sticks. There's no way to hide how aroused I've become, as his fingers press firmly into my sensitive flesh. When the last device is in place I feel the doctor's hand very deliberately brush against my nether lips.
On their own accord my hips arch forward as I bite my lips hard to keep from making any noise past the whimpering I have already done. A smirk slips across his lips as his fingers move against my wetness, finding my clit ring which he must have noticed when he restrained my legs.
"You're going to enjoy this experiment," the doctor all but whispers to me as he tugs on my piercing. A strangled moan claws it way from my throat at the unexpected assault on my body.
"I need to get you to drink this, for me Hun," The nurse is suddenly at my side, another cup in her hand. She's smiling as if the doctor is doing nothing wrong at all. He releases my ring and moves away, giving the nurse the room she needs to give me the drink.
"What is it?" I ask, turning my head so she can't put the cup to my lips.
"It's just some vitamins mixed with water, girl scouts honor," the blond says smiling. Grudgingly I turn my head back to consume the liquid. I'm struck by the sweet taste it leaves in my mouth.
"K. Guess it's time to get started. We'll be in the adjacent room. Remember either of you can stop the experiment by simply asking for it to stop." The doctor is looking at me as he speaks, as if he knows I would be the one to give in first.
I look over at you, wires attached to your body much like they are to mine. I can see the pre cum I had been fantasizing about earlier beading on the head of your member. I lick my lips unconsciously, tasting the sweet flavor of the vitamin water and wishing it was your cum.
The door shuts as the nurse and doctor leave. I try to look at the room where the monitors are set up, but my view is blocked by my raised arms, restricting my view to what's in front of me; restricting it to you. The warmth that was building between my thighs since talking to the doctor suddenly turns to a burning, aching need. I want so badly to be touched that my hips flex forward as if there is a hand there to offer relief. I can feel myself getting wetter, as impossible as that seems. It trails past my knees now, down my claves, almost to the floor.
"We're going to start the electric pulses now," The doctor's voice comes from speakers in the ceiling. After only a few seconds you groan, closing your eyes and leaning your head back, pleasure evident on your face. Your cock jumps, causing the bead of precum to fall to the floor in a glistening string. As it splatters on the floor I feel my own electric pulses start. It starts with the ones on my temples. Gentle pulsations that are more relaxing than arousing. The ones behind me ears shortly follow, slowly pulsing, throbbing. The electrode at the base of my skull starts to pulse as well. I groan and lean my head against my arms.
With my eyes closed it feels like I'm being petted. It's easy to forget I'm in a lab room. With my eyes shut I can let my mind run wild. I give into the fantasy that hands are touching me instead of electric currents. I try to move my head against the invisible hands caressing my face, trying to push my skin more firmly against them. They become more forceful, scratching behind my ears, rubbing my cheek, my lips. I flick my tongue out, trying to lick the hands, to show I like the attention, but they're not there. They've moved down to my chest. My back arches into them, begging for those hands to squeeze my nipples; begging for them to easing the aching in my hard little points, to tug on my piercings. I want them to be licked and bitten, but I am content with the caresses; content that I am getting attention.
The hands move back to my face, though the way they are petting now makes it feel more like I have a muzzle. It even feels like I have fur. I whimper, rubbing against the hands stroking my face. God, how hot it would be to actually have a doggie muzzle. To actually be able to be your dirty little bitch. It even feels like I'm in heat. I'm so desperate for touch, any touch, anywhere. So desperate for something to spread my legs nice and wide and take me. For something to force me to the ground, to pin my legs and arms and ram a big hard cock inside me. I droop my ears and whine, squeezing my eyes shut tight as my body tries to squeeze around an imaginary cock.
The hands are rubbing my ankles and hands now, moving down my arms to my chest; back to my over sensitive nipples while the hands at my ankles move slowly upward toward my dripping sex. God, I can just imagine the puddle I'm leaving on the floor; the puddle I would be leaving if I had a cock to ride right now; a nice big alpha cock to bounce up and down on while I tug on my nipples like a nasty dirty little bitch.
The hands are so terribly close to my pussy now. I can feel them rubbing, petting, just outside. My fur is soaked with my own juices. I thrust my hips forward, whining like a dog each time, begging like an animal for relief from the heat in my body. I'm so hot, so horny; my tongue hangs out of my mouth as I pant in-between whines, still trying to rub against the hands assaulting my body.
I can feel an orgasm forming inside my body. I want to cum so bad; cum like a bitch on a rock hard cock as it cums inside me. Risking my orgasm I peer over at you, wanting to see if you're enjoying this as much as me. What I see throws me over the edge of my climax, shattering me into a thousand pieces.
Where you had been restrained is a husky; a giant humanoid pink husky. The face is contorted in a look of painful pleasure, the pink fur giving you the look of having played in paint. Your ears are lowered, eyes shut tight, and teeth gritted. Your chest heaves with each gasp you take, jigging the new DD breasts which have formed there. But the sight that sets me over the edge is of you, throwing your head back and howling as your bright red cock spews load after load of cum onto the floor in front of you.
I howl in ecstasy too as my hips thrust forward, humping an imaginary cock through my orgasm; my muscles contracting over and over again, trying to milk it; to make it cum inside me just as you are. I orgasm for nearly half a minute before my hips stop moving and my barking/whimpering subsides. I can't hold my head up, my body is so tired; sleep. I try to open my eyes when I hear the door open, but I can't; so tired. That's all I can think, so tired, so worn out.
Footsteps come closer to me. I sniff, tasting the air. I know that smell, it's the doctor. I can smell his deodorant and aftershave; I can also smell his arousal. I whimper as his pheromones attack my nose.
"You're such a naughty bitch, aren't you Ruby?" his voice is more distant sounding that it should be with him standing so close to me.
I whimper and try to shake my head no. I'm a good girl, I am.
"Naughty, naughty little Ruby. Cumming without permission... We're going to have to punish you now," His words echo in my mind, and then there was only darkness.