Neighborhood Nympho

                                                                  Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 21

       Mustafa's wife was astonished at her husband's behavior when he returned home. By this time in their marriage she was aware of his indiscretions and accepted them as part of their relationship. At first she thought his paramour, whichever female staff member he was currently enjoying after hours, had not made an appearance. That always meant a gruff response to any question she might ask, or silence. The last thing she expected was for him to suggest that they have sex, something that had become foreign in their relationship. His wife was intrigued by his behavior and acquiesced quickly. Their coupling was rather energetic and lasted for the better portion of an hour. During that time he actually spent time licking her cunt, something he had stopped doing many years ago. She reciprocated, taking his surprisingly hard prong into her mouth and sucking it noisily until he moaned and suggested she mount him.

       He hadn't been this ardent in many years and she rode him hard and enjoyed the feeling of his stiff cock reaming out her normally dry as dust fuck tunnel. When he finished there was silence as they both recovered from this rare joint activity. It was afterward that he discussed in almost clinical terms his latest subject, the blonde goddess from America. She was utterly fascinated and sometimes shocked at what he described was taking place in his laboratory, and what he planned for the next few days before she would leave for an assignment for her American masters.

       Poor Charlie, she seemed to be going from one bad situation to another. Here she was, her body repaired, no actually improved, and once again she was facing a large group of people who seemed to want to do nothing but make her life miserable. It had all started the moment she offended the head of the department by overwhelming him with her sexual prowess. She had made an enemy that was certain based on the way her bladder felt and the insidious rub, rub, rubbing of her sore clit by the nasty roughened buckle on her chastity belt, which was driving her mad. She shivered in fear and anticipation once she heard the key turning the lock on her tiny sleeping room. It was Mustafa and his face appeared to be made from stone. Charlie was intelligent enough to make every effort not to antagonize the man further. It did her no good.

       Once the door swung open, Charlie was confronted by a large group of staff members. Their faces were not friendly; they looked almost animal-like. In her imagination they were licking their lips in anticipation of the meal her body would provide them. She knew all was lost when the professor spoke to his second-in-command concerning what he expected her to accomplish this morning. As they spoke, she smiled and even on occasion reached out to touch him as she made a point of her own. The blue-eyed teenager had been gagged for almost an entire day and her mouth felt and tasted like a desert. This had not been lost on the woman assistant to Mustafa. To add to her discomfort he knew that the subject's bladder was probably full and beginning to become a problem.

       Two male members of the staff freed Charlie from the bed and the straitjacket, leaving the irritating chastity belt in place. They escorted their charge over to the examination table and strapped her down so she was staring at the ceiling. The woman in charge followed the professor's instructions to the letter. First she undid the chastity belt, then emptied her bladder via the catheter, collecting almost a pint of relatively dark urine when compared to what she normally provided. Next an IV bag containing urine contributed by some of the ladies from the staff was hung from a stand located out of the teenager's field of vision. Charlie let out a long sigh when the gag was removed from her dry mouth. Alas, it was quickly replaced by a rubber diaphragm, which had an attachment connecting it to the IV bag.

       The staff member grinned and opened the valve, releasing the contents of the bag, which flowed into the blonde's mouth. It didn't take long for Charlie to realize what was filling her parched mouth. Her blue eyes got big and she tried to rid herself of the rubber mask by shaking her head. The woman leaned forward and informed her that there were other contributors waiting to add their urine to the bag once she had swallowed its contents. For a few minutes it appeared to be a standoff, as the level of urine in the bag remained the same. When the staff member pinched her nostrils closed it was the end of Charlie's resistance.

       Meanwhile others were preparing for additional testing of their subject. As Charlie grimaced but drank the acrid waste product, sensors were being attached to various spots on her naked body. She hardly paid any attention until one smiling young lady capped her clit with a metal dome that was screwed painfully into the surrounding flesh to anchor it firmly. The professor checked the work and smiled happily at his next conquest. Having sex last night with his wife of over twenty years had been out of the ordinary for both of them. Today he would celebrate his revenge for the insult this young American had dared to give him. Perhaps after hours tonight he and this attractive young woman would enjoy each other while the blonde one suffered in silence in her little prison, her bladder aching from the unending pressure of the contents it was attempting to contain.

       Satisfied that his subject was properly monitored, he personally reconfigured the table, first tilting the upper portion downward, and then moving the stirrups to which her legs were secured out to the sides. Now Charlie's cunt and asshole were both accessible for any test or treatment he could order. Small transducers were attached to her erogenous zones to act as stimulators. The degree of stimulation for each could be varied from the master control console. Input data was prepared to Dr. Kahn's specifications and carefully checked for any errors. This accomplished, the testing began. They began in the more mundane areas, her armpits and the hollows on her knees. The subject produced response levels that were off scale, but did not induce an orgasm. Her breasts proved more sensitive but the elusive orgasm remained hiding. The hollow beneath her throat produced the first genuine orgasm with the telltale sign of flushing. The strength of the orgasm could be controlled by varying the degree of stimulation, unlike the previous areas. The results were impressive to the point that the test was repeated with similar data generated. As luck would have it Charlie had finished the first urine bag, resulting in a minor delay for another bag of fresh liquid waste to be provided.

       They resumed testing, this time her nipples and the breasts. Stronger orgasms were quickly produced and as the degree of stimulation increased, so did the strength of the climaxes. These were well beyond anything they'd measured previously. The subject's blood pressure and pulse rate also began climbing as well. At first this was not something to be overly concerned. Her numbers had only reached normal in the worst case. The power to the transducers was moved up significantly and Charlie began to shake and beads of perspiration covered her body from head to toe. She was in the middle of an orgasm that was a tidal wave compared to the others they'd induced. A few seconds later she squirted, shooting a fine mist of shimmering particles a distance greater than three feet from the source. It was then that she fainted and her vital signs peaked at levels dangerous to her health.

       It took only a few minutes to bring Charlie's vital signs back to their "normal" readings. Mustafa was determined to wring the last drop of pussy juice from this creature of the demon. He had them redline the transducers contacting her inner labia and she swallowed her tongue while she rocketed off to a place not known to those who had sent her there. Returning her to consciousness took little time. Once again she had pegged most of the meters when she had her orgasm and flooded the area around the table with that sweet smell that was unlike anything any of these people had ever inhaled. A set of transducers was carefully inserted deep into her vagina, one almost contacting her cervix. This time they made her have a series of climaxes as they ramped the power up. They were very careful to avoid overloading her to the point that she passed out. Dr. Kahn personally ran the test equipment, his face smiling as Charlie squirted herself dry and nearly had a heart attack from all the strain those massive and almost continuous orgasms were creating.

       He decreed that his staff take a break before they resumed testing their visiting subject. This time they would finally stimulate her capped clitoris, which was causing her a great deal of pain based upon the look on her face and the way her vaginal muscles were clenching and relaxing. Having been exposed to sexual responses that were beyond their wildest fantasies, his staff was on edge and in many cases eager to pair with a partner, any partner. The department head was not immune to the effects from Charlie by any stretch of the imagination. It took an effort of the will to avoid finding a quiet place to have sex with that young staff member with a big breasts and long legs. In his heart he knew she must have a thick patch of curly hair guarding her musky cunt that meant she was very eager for sex with him. His erection became painful and it brought him back down to earth. He had to show discipline to his staff or they would be overwhelmed by the same forces that were attacking him.

       Mustafa Kahn had lost his moral compass sometime this morning. Probably watching his staff members forcing Charlie to click off one orgasm after another almost against her will had sexually excited him more deeply than he thought. In fact he was already thinking beyond the assignation with his youthful staff member later today, planning to sodomize his wife when he returned from his tryst. He still remembered being rebuffed by her on their honeymoon when he attempted it. It had rankled him for many years before he succeeded in putting it out of his mind, or so he thought. For now he was focused on bringing tremendous pain and humiliation to the blonde haired subject. He chose two older women to assist him in torturing Charlie's clit. He knew that the rest of the staff would feed off the sexual excitement that was generated by what they witnessed.

       When he approached the table her eyes locked onto him and followed him as he moved into position. He couldn't resist pinching her blood gorged outer cunt lips, which was his way of greeting his helpless victim. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to discover that the lunch period was hours from now. This was good news and meant he had plenty of time to wring her dry. He attached a lead to the cap and pulled to make sure it was secure. Even that movement caused the blonde to wince in pain. To heighten her anticipation he checked the catheter and poked his gloved finger into the region of her full bladder. He estimated that she had already ingested more than a quart of urine, and he planned to have her swallow the contents of at least another bag before he emptied a portion of her bloated bladder.

       First he inserted a small egg shaped metal piece and pressed it against cervix. It had a wire attached; the other end was screwed into one of the ports in the console. The subject's cervix had already taken very significant amounts of stimulation and was probably swollen and quite sore. He smiled at the prospect of seeing her react to even more pain and humiliation from this procedure. Another wire was clipped to the cap on Charlie's clit, and it too joined the other already connected to a port in the console. He nodded and the one controlling the console flipped a switch that sent a bolt of electricity through Charlie's cervix and clit simultaneously. Her body rose into the air, straining the straps that still refused to yield to the tremendous force she applied to them. He lowered his hand and the power was shut off. His subject's face was ashen, eyes unfocused and lips turning a deep shade of blue. Her vital signs had changed significantly, but were coming back to stable. She took another jolt, this one with more power and for a longer period. The catheter was expelled from Charlie's bladder by the force of her reaction, and a stream of acrid urine splattered all over the floor and a portion of the table to which she was strapped.

       Now Charlie was out cold.  Regardless, Mustafa had them give the subject another jolt, a quick one that made her bare body twitch. A mixture of urine and pussy juice co-mingled in mid air before falling to the floor. The metal cap on the blue-eyed teenager's clit had been dislodged by the last jolt and there was blood pooling up from the area around the partially tilted cap. The bleeding was stopped quickly with astringent while the metal cover was removed from the throbbing mass of parboiled flesh. They took off the rubber mask that had funneled the contents of the IV bag into their subject's mouth. It was important that if she went into shock or became unconscious, they could make sure that she did not swallow her tongue again.  The teenager's most recent numbers were viewed and indicated that she was recovering, albeit slowly. A transducer was glued to Charlie's clit in preparation for further stimulation of that hot button. Her catheter was installed anew and everything was now in readiness for the next series of "tests".

       The first few trial tests showed that everything was working as it should. It was Mustafa who decided at what level of power the transducers would begin to operate. He wasted no time in that matter, giving her clit a dose that made her eyes pop and her clit twitch. The second one quickly followed and it was ten percent greater in power. Charlie's clit swelled as her pussy juices were heated to near the boiling point. The next blast made Charlie's bare body tremble from head to toe, and even before she could recover, another even stronger bolt of power was sent through the swollen lump of oscillating flesh. For the first time she screamed from the pain. Mustafa smiled coldly and gave her even more power the next time, making her voice crack as her clit boiled off pussy juice faster than it could manufacture it. Charlie passed out and swallowed her tongue. The staff quickly retrieved it and brought Charlie back to consciousness with smelling salts. Again she was jolted to the core and reacted the same way. The department head decided it was time to allow her to rest before giving her the next step in this process aimed at breaking her will and turning Charlie into a lump of twitching flesh that would be used by his staff to satisfy their sexual needs.

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)