Note from OdieK: I am in process of adding new chapters to "Vacation Interrupted" and "The New Neighbour" but I have had little free time lately. I expect to add to those two stories in the next few weeks but in the meantime I dug out a story I had written many years ago that I think you may enjoy. Let me know by adding your comments and if everyone enjoys it I will add it to in the new year. As usual the story you are about to read is entirely fictional and all characters are over 18 years of age.
The Experiment - Part 1
"Oh man!" he moaned rising from the cool concrete floor in a large space filled with fluorescent light.
He opened his eyes but the light was too much, too bright for his sensitive eyes which he quickly shut. The intrusion of the light even momentarily however had awakened a flaring headache which pulsed in his ears. His hands went to his head to quell the quaking headache massaging his temples slowly and surely until the pain receded.
He lay on his side feeling cramped muscles as if he had been in one spot too long.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked himself.
The last thing he remembered was staring out the panoramic landscape sized window of the sleek silent air-conditioned Greyhound bus watching the desert fly by filled with cacti on either side of the lonely highway. There had been an enormous noise and the bus had lurched to the side. He remembered the screams and then he found himself here. "But where was here?"
He slowly opened his eyes letting them adjust slowly to the overhead light. He sat up and looked around. The room was a rectangular windowless concrete bunker. Three evenly spaced centred fluorescent fixtures hung from small chains from a concrete ceiling that had to be at least twelve feet high. There were two small air vents at each of the long ends of the room a foot below the ceiling. A seamless padded steel door with no handles sat in the middle of one of the small sides. Above the door just below ceiling height were tiny flashing lights. He stared at them trying to figure out what they were until it dawned on him that they must be cameras. He had seen them in London England a few years ago and these looked oddly familiar.
He stood on shaky legs and looked around his vision quickly returning to normal. That's when he noticed a shape at the end of the room lying on the floor as he had been. He cautiously walked over afraid that somehow the form was dangerous but even if it was it didn't look as if there were any escape.
It was a man in grey clothes - the bus driver. He poked him in the shoulder but there was no response. Bravely he pulled him over until the driver lay on his back. Suddenly his right arm slowly came up. He uncurled his fingers and massaged his eyes.
When he realized someone else was next to him the driver asked, "what the hell happened?"
"No idea! "
"Who the hell are you?" the driver asked trying to rub the headache and pain in his eyes away.
"Nelson Smith!" the boy answered.
The driver, slowly recovering managed to sit up.
"I remember you," he said, "you were on my bus. "
"Yes Sir," he replied politely.
"You have any idea where the hell we are?"
Nelson explained to him what he had observed.
"It's just you and me then?"
"Well it looks like it but I haven't really looked around yet maybe there... "
"What the fuck?" the driver said struggling to his feet looking at the opposite wall.
Nelson followed the driver's gaze. There were three shapes spaced six feet or so apart. They heard slow sounds of distress from them, looked at each other worriedly before deciding to investigate.
As they approached the driver shook his head in wonderment. Three of the sexiest women on the bus were before their very eyes. Even stranger was that one was standing her arms stretched over her head held with chains that disappeared into the ceiling with her legs spread and chained with a metal bar that appeared held by cuffs attached to her ankles. The second woman sat on what looked to be a simple armchair with a very small seating space that gave the impression she was sitting on the edge when in fact that's all there was. Her arms were fastened by chains to the arm-part of the chair while her legs were apart held open by metal restraints that held her ankles to the legs of the chair. The final female victim lay atop an old mattress with legs and arms spread wide attached to floor bolts at each corner of the mattress. Her wriggling hips ignited something primeval in the two males.
Nelson wondered for a moment why he and the driver were the only ones not restrained. He remembered all three women. The one standing had to be in her thirties - a stunning shapely brunette with green eyes and long bare legs. She had sat a few rows behind him and given him a dirty look when he stared at her a little too long. She wore a white t-shirt that stretched even more invitingly across her ample chest than he had remembered now that she was pulled in different directions. Even the knee length skirt was pulled enticingly higher. His eyes trailed down to the high heels she wore that caused her legs to stretch nicely.
The woman in the chair had sat at the front of the bus breast feeding an infant that wouldn't stop crying. His eyes had popped as he remembered the sight of the twenty something black-haired beauty as he boarded the bus. There was no hiding her large aureoles. Come to think of it the bus driver had snuck more than a few looks. He thought maybe that had something to do with their current predicament although he suspected there was much more to this.
"But where was the kid?" he thought.
The young mother began to squirm on the chair as she came around. He noticed that her t-shirt had two wet circles over the tips of her breasts and that her skirt was bunched at her waist revealing a clear view of a prominently displayed shaved pussy hidden only by a wisp of sheer panty. The sandals only added to the allure.
The third woman was the blonde knockout every male on the bus had noticed. She had to be about nineteen or twenty and had been escorted by three others - two geeky looking boys and a girl all her age. She had worn white shorts and a red short-sleeved blouse. Her crystal-clear blue eyes and full lips did not go unnoticed as well as her shapely legs and feet in open toed shoes.
"What the hell is going on?" the driver asked Nelson rhetorically.
"Don't just stand there," the standing woman asked, "get us out of here. "
The other two echoed the same sentiments almost ordering Nelson and the driver to release them as if it were their fault.
The two men apologized and raced to the older woman examining her restraints concluding that there was nothing they could do without a key. They drew the same conclusions about the other two.
"You can't just leave us like this," said the woman on the chair.
"Listen lady," the driver began, "we're as clueless as you are about any of this. "
Suddenly the woman on the mattress screamed. They all looked at her in panic. She screamed and screamed. "Please help me... oh God it hurts. "
"What? Where?" the two men asked.
