Margaret lay naked on the articulated exam table. Eric was casually glancing at her shaved pudendum when Dr. Hairison announced, "Eric, you know Margaret's preference for the demonstration."
"No Dr., what's that?"
"She's asked to be draped from the waist up."
"But Dr., there are some responses that are only indicated through the constriction of specific facial muscles."
"Never the less Eric, Margaret has made her preference clear. She's modest Eric. Can you respect that? Her wishes are final. Besides," he said, looking Margaret in the eyes," Margaret knows how important the demonstration is today. She won't let me down."
Margaret smiled and blushed as he said it. It was true there was no way she'd intentionally let him down. As that thought crossed her mind she tilted her chin down as far as the restraint securing her neck allowed and observed that her nipples were already pointing toward the ceiling.
"Margaret," Dr. Hairison said, "I've been called out on an emergency."
Margaret shook her head.
"You're such a great..., uh, team player Margaret. It should be an hour or so before the Deans and others get here. I'll do my very best to be back here in time for the demonstration."
Margaret knew further funding for his research depended on the demonstration. Margaret had become a true believer. Dr. Hairison was on to something and she would sacrifice to make sure he could follow his vision. It's just that the whole experiment felt different unless he was in the lab.
She remembered the last time he'd left the lab to monitor the data streaming in from the sensors. Hah! All it did was give Eric a chance to pervert Dr. Hairison's work. Dr. Hairison was always patient and waited for Margaret's feedback before he advanced in an experiment's stages.
Not Eric. He showed no compassion toward her, what-so-ever. When Eric ran the lab she was nothing more than a human Guinea Pig. The last time he'd just ... she didn't want to think about the last time. Eric had gotten so weird. When Dr. Hairison was around he behaved. When the Dr. was away Eric went through a complete personality change. It didn't matter though, Dr. Hairison said he'd be back and Margaret trusted him.
Sessions always started the same way. The Dr. would have Margaret undress, and then lie on the table. Before he came in, the Dr. always gave her a few minutes to get used to being naked in the exam lab. He'd come in with his clipboard, fasten her down to the table, and then ask how she was feeling. God, she laughed to herself, how'd she ever gotten here.
Margaret was a social worker, and because of her background the university had contacted her in its sweep of likely candidates for their experiments in human sexual response. She thought she was open to change and new ways of understanding human problems.
She'd been out drinking, with some social worker friends, in Madison. They'd dared each other into the intake process. After the intake interviews only Margaret remained.
She sat through long question and answer sessions about sex and sexual preferences. She'd thought about quitting. There was so much effort involved in driving into Madison. She decided to stick with it for a while because it answered some questions she'd always had. Then Dr. Hairison introduced himself. It became ...intriguing. He seemed so kind compared to Eric.
Eric was arrogant, but attractive in a kind of cold blooded way. When the actual lab experiments started Margaret was unprepared. They were like nothing she had ever experienced before. They could make her feel so...what was the word? Complete, no...fulfilled, no... that wasn't it either. Melting?
It didn't matter. Months of experiments passed. Now on the crucial day, when he was going to put his hypothesis before all the people in the university who mattered, he'd been called away. Margaret stuck out a petulant lower lip. Margaret made up her mind; she would do her best to insure that Dr. Hairison got the audience he deserved. Just then Eric sidled up to the articulated exam table. "Hello Margaret. Do you have plenty of fluids in you?"
"Why, Eric?" She didn't like Eric and her tone of voice made this abundantly clear.
Well," He smirked, "We don't want you running dry in the middle of an important demonstration like this. You remember the time that happened. We were about three hours into a very intense session. Then due to your lack of foresight we had to quit. Obviously we don't want anything like that today."
Dr. Hairison had always glossed over her running dry that time, but Eric always used it to try to point out some flaw in her abilities. Still she knew what was expected of her and how important today was to Dr. Hairison so she'd had plenty of water before she got to the lab.
Eric said, "I think we'd better check the articulation of the bed and your electric connections before the dignitaries get here." With that he hit a switch. Margaret, her legs, abdomen arms and neck secured, was automatically spun 180 degrees, from the supine to face down. She never hung, the articulated table shifted its bonding and support mechanisms from over to under. As soon as she was flipped, the table automatically provided support.
The articulated table held her in what she could only describe as the doggy position. It was embarrassing to be in that position, naked in front of Eric. He was so arrogant and had to be nearly twenty years her junior. Eric approached her from behind. "All snug Margaret?" he asked in a snotty tone. He didn't wait for an answer but went to her bound hands. He pulled lightly on what Dr. Hairison had told her were monitors that picked up galvanic skin response, in plain terms the level she was perspiring under any given conditions.
"These seem properly affixed." The he moved toward her midsection. "Why Margaret, didn't Dr. Hairison mention the nipple clamps?" Eric asked as he casually flicked her dangling nipples.
He'd never treat her this way in Dr. Hairison's presence. He'd never touch an erogenous zone in such a random fashion. Suddenly it began to sink in just how vulnerable she was Dr. Hairison's absence. The constraining nature of the table had been adequately explained by Dr. Hairison, it was to prevent her disconnecting any vital monitoring devices. Now in Eric's presence this scientific instrument began to take on gothic overtones. There was no denying it, Eric was in control. At least until Dr. Hairison returned or the Regents and others arrived. Exactly how they'd get her out of her predicament wasn't something she'd fully contemplated, but she wasn't concerned about that just yet. There was the matter of Eric moving further down her body.
"Janice," Eric called. A tall, slim, attractive blond in her early twenties entered the lab. Dr. Hairison had never allowed Janice in lab before when Margaret was naked. "Janice will you bring in the nipple clamps with the pneumatic sensors and the all the labia clamps, please?"
"Coming right up." She returned quickly with a tray covered by a piece of white linen.
"Would you assist me please Janice?" Eric asked.
"Oh I'd be glad to," There was something in the way she said it that put Margaret on edge. She'd never seen eye to eye with Janice either. Margaret had snubbed her and Janice, like Eric, always treated Margaret, as a human guinea pig, beneath normal consideration.
"Nipple Clamp please," Eric stated crisply. Janice handed him one, but he continued teasing her nipples. "Janice, "Eric said," will you install the lubrication sensors. Check them as I apply the nipple clamps. Yes, that's right; insert them using your middle digit. Yes, yes, put them right in her, uhm, er, vagina. Splendid! That's it. Note any moisture in the records, please. Watch closely now as I attach here. With this particular subject I suspect there'll be an immediate response."
Why was he implying to that she was special or out of the ordinary. This was all wrong Margaret thought. The only one who'd ever checked her lubrication besides Dr. Hairison was Eric and that was only under the Dr.'s strictest guidance. To have Janice do this was humiliating, not to mention Eric's choice of words and his tone. On the other hand Dr. Hairison had often complimented her in the past on her extraordinary responses and he had done so in front of Eric. Eric called her a "particular subject".
Eric pinched her nipples and tugged them, while making no pretense that he was in any way putting on the clamps. He was purposely manipulating her nipples. Margaret was becoming upset. "Eric what do you think you're doing?"
Eric grabbed both of her nipples and slowly tugged them as far as he could. Then he let go and they recoiled back into position. "Listen Margaret," Eric said in the nastiest way, 'you're going to lie back, shut up and enjoy it or you'll see the Dr.'s work go down the drain. Do you understand what I'm saying cunt?" He smiled and looked at Janice.
"You stuck up bitch," Janice said, "the Dr. isn't here to look out for you now. Do you know how long Eric and I have been waiting for this day? You always come on so smug, we're sick of you and... well we've got this all set up for you today. Dr. Hairison won't be back on time. Eric and I are going to have some fun with you, give the Regents one hell of a show and if you in any way try to stop us, we'll edit the demonstration's video so Dr. Hairison will think you cost him his grant. I'm not really worried though from what I've seen of your video records you'll probably love it."
"That's right Margaret," Eric sneered, "and I'll be conducting the demo today and I've dreamed up a couple new wrinkles that will have you soaking." He began manipulating her nipples again.
Clamped as securely as she was, there was nothing Margaret could do but moan as the lab assistant milked her nubbins. "How about it Janice, any pussy juice yet?"
"You've got be kidding. You've seen her tapes. This cunt got wet as soon as I stuck my finger up her snatch. Hell, when you began tugging on her nipples the juice started running down her legs. She's such a slut."
Margaret knew neither this talk nor this kind of procedure was proper. Dr. Hairison assured her the video tapes were like a medical record-very private. Janice was saying she'd seen them and that wasn't right. Besides no one ever used common street terms in the lab, it just wasn't done. Here Janice was talking about her "snatch" and calling her the "C" word. Things were spinning out of control.
Eric finally attached her nipple clamps. He moved to the rear. Margaret watched him in the lab's convex mirror. He stood looking over Janice's shoulder. "How's her puss?"
"Sloppy," Janice said and snickered.
"OK, record your observations in the book and then we'll get these clamps on that hot little box of hers."
The sloppy comment made Margaret's eyes sting. She knew it was true though. Eric's nipple tugging had gotten her cunt wet. She felt every tug generate an electric impulse that went directly to her clit. She was without recourse, stuck with her ass in the air and her cunt dripping. They'd verbally tormented her, along with pulling her nipples and fingering her cunt. With Eric conducting the demo she knew anything was possible.
