translated into English by deepl
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Her even breaths changed, became faster and shallower at the same time. A soft moan escaped from her full, slightly open lips. In front of the surveillance monitor, the researcher glanced at the clock and noted in the log, "Subject entered REM phase at 22:17. Pulse and respiration within normal parameters." Then he put the pen aside again and looked at the sleeping beauty. She was a petite-built, 22-year-old, black-haired student from this university who had volunteered to be a test subject for this drug trial.
Her light blanket had slipped and revealed her upper body, which was wrapped in a white negligee. The dark buds of her relatively large but firm breasts were clearly visible through the thin fabric, which had become transparent from her sweat. Quietly, the doctoral student cursed the university, since it only purchased small budget monitors as a cost-cutting measure.
So he sat there absorbed in contemplation for quite a while when, belatedly, he remembered his task. He quickly read off the instruments and added his notes to the protocol. This time he also noted the increased perspiration. A loud knock on the glass door behind him startled him. Turning around, he recognized the characteristic silhouette of the night watchman by his cap through the frosted glass.
"Come in, Mr. Kern, if you brought me a coffee!" he called.
The door opened and the guard's grinning face appeared in the crack. "Only if the doctor-to-be doesn't forget to tip me, too. Otherwise, I guess he'll have to walk to the vending machine himself. But to be on the safe side, I can accompany you, and your fellow student Ferbod in the parallel experiment is not averse to a coffee either, I'm supposed to tell you from him! He said it's your turn to spend."
Schenk took another look at the instruments and at his watch, then he answered: "Well, nothing is going to happen here in the next half hour, that's fine, I'll bring him the coffee, but you don't have to accompany me, unless you want one too?"
"Oh, you know, when you invite me so nicely I don't say no!" replied Kern mischievously.
Sighing exaggeratedly, Schenk got up from his swivel chair and took one last, checking look at the instruments on his way out, then followed the guard and left the room.
They had barely left the room when the instruments began to show unusual readings.
The ECG and EEG were beating out much stronger, and the monitor showed that the blanket had slipped completely off and Sarah was now lying uncovered.
She now began to stretch in her sleep, stretching her arms and legs far from her to the corners of the bed, slowly turning her head back and forth as if shaking it in slow motion in denial.
Then her head lay straight, as if under compulsion, her mouth slowly opened very wide, it seemed as if something was forcing itself into her mouth. She breathed through her nose despite the wide open mouth, as if it was not possible for her to catch her breath through her mouth. In fact, one could have the impression that she was biting down on something, so tense was her jaw. She lay on the bed as if bound and gagged, stretched and spread-eagled. Her muscles began to tremble, and she squirmed as if trying to break the invisible bonds. From her crotch her lust seeped through the white panties, and hard her buds poked through her chemise. Her teeth bit into the invisible gag and a rhythmic moan escaped her throat.
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Sarah could not see anything, could not move, and could no longer speak or scream because of the gag in her mouth. She had laid down in the bed at the hospital after taking the new sleeping pill and had been hooked up to the instruments. Then she had sunk into a deep, dreamless sleep.
And now suddenly she was lying bound, gagged and blindfolded in a bed, feeling someone tenderly caressing her all over her body. She heard, as if through a wall of absorbent cotton in her head, the voice of her fellow student Gerd, who, like her, was taking part in this experiment and was actually supposed to be lying somewhere in another room: "Should I stop, Sarah?"
As if under compulsion, she shook her head, enjoying his hands that felt so strangely gentle and unreal, just as his voice seemed so strangely dark and unreal. "I'm going to whip you now, cause you pain with clamps on your nipples and your labia! Do you want that?" she heard his voice.
