USUAL DISCLAIMERS. THIS STORY IS ABOUT FORCED BONDAGE AND SEX. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN DO NO READ ANY FURTHER.
By Gamma Girl
"Off to football practice sweet cheeks" bellowed Brad Myerton, as he ran out the door.
"Wait, you haven't finished..." was all Arielle Kidson could get out before Brad disappeared out the door of her lab.
"... cleaning the T.E.P.S. control panel" finished Arielle under her breath. The Thermonuclear Energy Propulsion System being developed at Metropolitan University was one of the front running contenders for propulsion systems on the upcoming manned mission to Mars. Much of its success can be directly attributed to the hard work and brilliance of its head graduate student, Arielle Kidson. Her goal this year was to finish her Ph.D. and win N.A.S.A.'s open competion for interplanatery propulsion systems.
In contrast Brad's goal this year was to get into Arielle's pants. Brad was Metro. U.'s star quarterback and when he first laid eyes on Arielle, at last years varsity awards banquet, he dedicated himself to bedding the 5'10" blonde. On that night, when Arielle stood to accept M.V.P. honors for the Women's Varsity Swimming Team., Brad saw the perfect combination of a supermodel and Playboy centerfold.
Brad realized, after further research on the internet, that Arielle could indeed be this 'perfect' combination. Arielle's face, with its high cheeks, full lips and deep pink EM eyes, had been featured on the cover of at least half a dozen international fashion magazines. Only her drive to finish her studies prevented her from becoming a runway supermodel. Furthermore, Playboy, in fact, did try to get the stunning blonde to pose as their centerfold model in last year's "National Collegiate Athletes of America" issue. She was 'discovered' at the N.C.A.A. swimming finals when the Playboy 'scouts' took notice of her standing behind the starting blocks with her perfect 36" - 24" - 24" body outlined beautifully in her black swimsuit. The clincher for them soon came when they watched her swim the backstroke leg, with each magnificent breast surfacing from underneath the water as she rotated her body into the next stroke. Of course, Arielle's high moral standards prevented her from accepting their offer. Nonetheless, the video focusing on those majestic orbs surfacing did make it onto the Playboy website. While downloading the MPEG of this video, Brad schemed of a way to get close to Arielle.
The success of the lab depended partially on the brilliance and ambition of Arielle. The other part of the equation came from her being able to hand pick the top undergrads from the plethora of nerdy braniacs who applied to work with the blonde bombshell. In most cases, she picked right and had at her disposal a crew of smart adoring apprentices who would work diligently to try to impress their pretty boss. She put up with their innocent puppy dog crushes, and in some cases fed them a bone with one of her brilliant smiles or hair tosses, as long as they got their work done.
Brad knew this and created a fake curriculum vitae that would guarantee him a spot in Arielle's lab. In retrospect, she should have known that his C.V. was too good to be true. Unfortunately she didn't and now she was stuck with him.
Once in the lab, it became quickly apparent that Brad was woefully unprepared for the rigors of a high-level nuclear propulsion laboratory, having never taken a single course in science. He quickly became a liability in her lab, slowing down its productivity. At first Arielle, had to supervise him closely. However, this exposed her to his incessant come-ons. After one to many crude comments, Arielle had enough and started assigning menial tasks to Brad, such as cleaning the T.E.P.S. control panel.
Despite the simplicity of these tasks, Arielle often found herself staying late to redo his sloppy work. Tonight was no exception.
As Arielle sat down to examine the half-finished mess that Brad made before leaving for practice, she slowly came to the realization that many of the safety levers that protect against accidental startup of the T.E.P.S. have been left uncovered. Brad would lift up the lever to clean underneath, and in his laziness, leave them up exposing the sensitive triggers. Worse yet, Brad had managed to inadvertently turn a few triggers on.
Arielle held great pride in knowing that she ran a safe laboratory despite working with hazardous nuclear materials. The T.E.P.S. was in the final phases of computer simulation before its test run. When in operation it would create a thermonuclear reaction that would generate enough heat to expand hydrogen gas, which when directed through a rocket nozzle, would provide enough thrust to power a ship to Mars. Arielle's lab would be protected from the radiation and extreme heat by a four-foot thick titanium reinforced concrete bunker surrounding it. This combined with numerous safety protocols helped ensure the safety of this project. However, in one short afternoon of careless work, Brad had managed to disable most of the safety protocols.
"Shit!!" thought Arielle as she realized how close Brad had brought them to a nuclear disaster.
Her sharp mind quickly deduced that the safest course of action which was to first close the concrete bunker's doors, thus protecting the lab and the world from the T.E.P.S. Once secured, she could then go about re-establishing the safety protocols.
As Arielle turned to get up from the control panel, she found herself eye to eye (well actually face to groin) with the crotch of a bulging pair of black pants. While Arielle was focused on the task at hand, someone had slipped back into the lab and snuck up on the unsuspecting blonde.
"What the?!!!" was Arielle's shocked response.
Before she could react, a lasso was slipped around Arielle's neck and pulled tight. Instinctively, Arielle grabbed for the lasso allowing her attacker an opportunity to run around to the other side of the control panel while maintaining a firm grasp on the end of the lasso.
Her assailant was now out of range and behind the flailing Arielle. A good strong tug jerked Arielle's neck backwards as the thrashing blonde was pulled over the table that the control panel was on. Lacking leverage, she was helpless to resist and soon found herself arched chest up over the panel with her legs hanging over the other side. Quickly the lasso was tied to a table support.
Arielle fought desperately to loosen the lasso around her neck. But with her back flat against the table and the lasso tied tightly, she was unable to achieve any slack. A change in tactics was required. If she could flip over top of the table then she could get some slack to loosen the lasso.
The attacker anticipated this and jumped up onto the table to straddle the busty blonde. The impact caused her loose tartan skirt to ride up exposing her milky thighs. He made sure that his butt landed hard on her trim stomach to knock the wind out of her. Arielle struggled to lift her head only to catch a glimpse of a man's back as he began to loop a rope around her bare thighs. Then in one fluid motion, he jumped off and lashed the end of the thigh ropes to the support at the other end of the table.
Arielle was now completely pinned, held securely by the thigh rope and the neck lasso, arched helplessly over the top of the control panel's table. Although her feet and hands were free, she was unable to create enough slack to escape.
"Helppppppp" screamed Arielle. "Let me goooooooo"
With his captive screaming in the background, the assailant worked methodologically at immobilizing the thrashing blonde. First, he reached into his bag and brought out four handcuffs attached to ropes. With her shapely body rigidly secured against the table Arielle was unable to generate any momentum to ward off her attacker. Taking care to remain behind her and out her field of vision, he easily grabbed a flailing wrist, and attached a handcuff. Stepping back out of range, he then effortlessly pulled Arielle's arm out taut with the attached rope and secured it to the end of the table. After repeating this maneuver with the other wrist, Arielle was left stretched out in a 'T' with her arms helplessly spread wide and held firmly by the handcuff-rope combination.
A sleep mask was then slipped over Arielle's lovely face blinding her to the identity of her assailant. Next earplugs were inserted, significantly reducing her hearing. In a systematic fashion, the assailant was gaining more and more control over Arielle's freedom and senses.
Through the earplugs, an electronic synthesized voice spoke. "Go ahead. Scream all you want. No one is going to hear you".
Arielle's heart sunk as she realized the truth in this. It was late in the evening and the lab was buried deep in the basement of the engineering building. With all the radioactive materials, no one, not even security, ventured near it unless they had to. Moreover, all of the other undergrads in her lab were at a lecture given by William Shatner (yup, Captain James Tibereus Kirk) at the other end of campus. They wouldn't be back for a few hours if at all, with this being the end of the day.
Recognizing that screaming hysterically would get her no where, Arielle tried to rationalize with her assailant. "Listen, I'm serious, most of the safety protocols protecting from an inadvertent activation of the T.E.P.S. have been disengaged. At least let me go so that I can ... "
"Shutup bitch!!!" screamed back the electronic voice.
"I'm sick and tired of your 'I'm smarter than you scientist crap'. It's my turn to fucking teach you a lesson Sweet Cheeks. By the end of this evening you'll be begging for more."
Too stunned to respond, Arielle could only strain to determine what her attacker was going to do next.
After a moment of silence, the helpless blonde felt metal cuffs snap around her slender ankles. With her thighs already bound down, she was powerless to resist. Then in one simultaneous motion, the rope binding her thighs were released and her ankles ropes apart. Arielle's muscular thighs were no match since the ankle cuffs were attached to ropes wrapped around the opposite table legs. This pulley efficiently spread Arielle's splendid legs wide despite her efforts to resist.
The ankle ropes also served to pull Arielle's body towards the lower edge of the table. Her assailant was pleased with the resultant effects of this maneuver. First, Arielle's magnificent body was placed into a severe longitudinal stretch emphasizing her trim flat abdomen and perky breasts. Secondly, it brought her now vulnerable crotch to the table's edge, leaving it precariously exposed.
The helpless blonde was now bound spread eagle across the T.E.P.S. control panel. Now completely restrained, Arielle resorted to her last remaining gambit. Despite never getting a good look at his face, she guessed that her assailant was Brad. When the assailant used the term 'Sweet Cheeks', Brad's crude nickname for her, she knew that it must be him.
"You'll never get away with this, Brad. Everyone knows you were the last person with me this afternoon. And besides, I hate it when you call me Sweet Cheeks." declared Arielle using the most authoritative voice that she could muster given the circumstances.
Brad kicked himself for being so careless, letting the nickname slip out. Nonetheless he had to turn the tables around again.
"Funny, that was also the last thing Cindy Perkins said before I did her" replied Brad.
In one short sentence, Brad was able to diffuse Arielle's threat. Everyone at Metro. U. knew about Cindy Perkins. She was the University's head cheerleader and was involved in an alleged rape scandal that rocked the campus last year. What outraged the campus press was the suppression of the identity of the suspected rapist during the trial. His crackpot team of lawyers, financed by a consortium of football alumni, spun the trial and the media to portray Cindy as a flirtatious tease luring hapless men into sex. Arielle, longtime friend of Cindy, knew that this was completely untrue. Cindy was an exceptionally sweet and innocent girl, who up until the 'rape', was still a virgin. Unfortunately, the trial and media coverage completely ruined the girl's reputation
"Are you planning to rape me just like you raped Cindy?"
"Rape's a pretty strong word..." replied the synthesized voice.
"... I prefer to use the terminology 'releasing your sexual inhibitions' myself. Ask Cindy. After I coaxed the first orgasm out of her, she couldn't stop and kept cumming for me all night long. I'm surprised the horny slut is not crawling back to my door for more."
Listening to Brad describe her sweet friend in such a despicable manner made Arielle seethe with anger. 'No you idiot, that's why she laid charges against you and sought psychological counseling afterwards.' thought Arielle.
"So go ahead Arielle, use your 'Rape' word on me. I dare you. See where it gets you. There's a lot of wealthy alumni with powerful lawyer friends out there who don't want to see any distractions getting in my way. Maybe afterwards, you and Cindy can come by my place to show your appreciation."
"Go fuck yourself" retorted Arielle.
"Tsk Tsk, such vulgar language. I think we should do something to protect my delicate ears." joked the electronic voice.
Suddenly, Arielle felt a cleave gag being tied between her luscious lips, effectively muzzling the helpless blonde.
The synthesized voice continued, "In fact I think it's you that would rather be fucked. Don't you think so?"
"Now what is it those feminists keep saying. Something about no means no?" asked Brad in a mockingly rhetorical tone of voice.
"Well what is it? Yes to a night of blissful orgasmic pleasure, or no?"
"nnnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhhoooo" blurted the gagged Arielle.
"Go?, did you say Go? Well my lovely princess, your humble wish is my command."
Arielle, with all her senses nullified and also effectively gagged, could only seethe with frustration as the electronic voice continued to verbally molest her.
"... I knew you've always wanted it. You've been practically begging for it, playing hard to get and all. I'm sure you've fantasized about pleasuring real men like me with your luscious lips during those long evenings you spend here. Well maybe tonight I'll give you a chance to fulfill your wildest fantasies."
"nnngghhhtt mmmmm ooooooo u bbbbssstrrd" grunted the muzzled blonde as she struggled furiously against her strict bondage.
"Can't wait to get started I see. Well lets see what we got for our little princess" pronounced the synthesized voice through Arielle's earplugs.
"Well, well, well, this little gizmo should do the trick of refocusing you back towards your fantasies."
Arielle struggled to sense what sort of sexual paraphernalia was about to be used to ravage her. But with her eyes blinded and her ears muzzled, she could only guess and her face showed it.
"Curious, I see. Well some of my friends majoring in sexual physiology let me borrow this from their lab. It's nicknamed the 'Wench Drencher 2000'."
"hhhgggnnnn??"
"Interested to try it on, huh? Well let's see how it works, shall we" piped a chipper Brad in a fake British accent.
Brad then positioned himself between Arielle's widely spread legs. "Hmmmm, nice white cotton panties - perfect for whenever you're caught in an emergency, huh Sweet Cheeks".
Arielle's face turned beet red as the voice commented on the thin layer of fabric covering her vulnerable sex. "Well doesn't matter, after the 'Wench Drencher 2000' is through with you, you'll be begging for me to rip em off."
Brad then positioned the 'WD 2000' directly on Arielle's Victoria's Secret Signature Cotton Classic Briefs.
"Ohhhhhhhh" sighed a surprised Arielle.
She was expecting a cold hard dildo. Instead, the 'WD 2000' was much more sophisticated than a dildo. It consisted of a conforming gel in a sack slightly larger than a cupped human hand. It's properties allowed it to mold exactly to the contours of Arielle's sex as it lay underneath her panties. It provided her with a pleasantly soft, yet firm, warmth to her stretched crotch. The cotton panties buffered the plasticky feel of the sack's outer layer. Attached to either end of the 'WD 2000' were 1" wide black leather straps used to secure it to the user's thighs.
"Like that, well there's more" spoke that damned synthesized voice.
As it spoke, Arielle felt leather straps being tied around her thighs. She then felt more ropes being looped first to the thigh straps and then to the cuffs around her slender wrists.
After giving a good tug, Brad tied the ropes between the wrist cuffs and the thigh straps with a slip-knot. He stood back watched as the stunning blonde struggle against her new restraints.
"nnnnnnnghhhhhhhh" groined Arielle as she realized the trap that has been created for her.
As the leggy blonde struggled, she quickly realized that the diabolical ropes only tightened and did not relax. Worse, any motion with her arms or legs would only serve to pull the thigh straps further apart - stretching her already tense crotch and cinching the 'WD 2000' tighter against her defenseless pussy. Arielle focused on keeping still and not making her strict bondage any worse.
Brad was extremely pleased with the image he had before him. He had Metro. U.'s most gorgeous blonde bound completely at his mercy. Soon, with the help of the 'WD 2000', he would bring her to the brink of orgasm and begging for release. He knew Arielle would eventually submit like the other hapless coeds, including Cindy Perkins, he have forced the 'WD 2000' on. However, Arielle was different. Although his previous 'victims' were all beautiful, they pale in comparison to the stunning blonde that was currently bound before him. Furthermore, the previous ones flirted with him and his friends in their cock-tease sort of way. Arielle, on the other hand, never gave him the time of day. Well now he got her attention and he was going to savor the entire experience.
'Flash'
With all of her senses restricted, Arielle failed to notice Brad take out a Nikon Coolpix digital camera. Nonetheless, the flash did seep in around the edges of her blindfold and shocked her. This caused her to jerk and resulted in further stimulation of her nether regions by the 'WD 2000'.
"nnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh" moaned Arielle as her thigh ropes cinched tighter.
'Flash' as Brad captured the beautiful blonde's face pleasurably contorted as a result of her last actions. "Perfect. If I didn't know better I would have thought you were a supermodel."
All Arielle could do was try to remain still as her captor took photos of her helplessly restrained body.
"Now hold still dearie" chirped the electronic voice as Arielle began feeling a hand grab the safety pin holding her tartan skirt together. With a deft move, the safety pin was released and her skirt fell open baring her legs and panties. Then she felt the hands move up her torso unbottoning her blouse to expose her underlying white lace bra. Despite having her tormenter slowly exposing her spectacular body, Arielle dared not move for fear of further stimulation from the 'WD 2000'.
'Flash'
"Great bod. This is going to do well on the internet".
Arielle's face blushed a deeper red as she thought of her exposed body being broadcast throughout the web with sex-starved computer nerds wacking off to her sexy image. She never felt so helpless as she did now. This sex-crazed jock was slowly undressing her and she was powerless to resist. The ropes holding her spread-eagle against the table was only part of the equation. It was her actual mental decision not to move that soundly reinforced her utter helplessness.
Shortly after realizing the totality of her helplessness, Arielle began to feel a completely new sensation. The warmth that she felt in her loins was not coming solely from the 'WD 2000'. 'Am I becoming aroused?' she thought.
Before she could answer herself, the synthetic voice provided an answer to her question "Woooooeeee, I knew you're a horny one. Boy this camera really does a good job on the closeups. Those nipples sure are standing up nice and proud."
'Aroused, but I can't be!!!' thought Arielle as her mind raced to find an explanation to her body's betrayal.
She remembered back last month when she was searching the net for something to about the Bilateral Axial Thrust (B.A.T.) Jet and came across a story entitled 'Unmasking of Batgirl' on the site 'Wizardslair'. Out of interest she read it and was initially horrified at the detailed descriptions of rape and bondage. However, for some reason she was intrigued and couldn't stop reading. At the time, she couldn't understand how a person as powerful as the superheroine Batgirl, became sexually aroused when she was bound and helpless at the mercy of her deranged captor.
But now she herself was completely immobilized by the strict bondage just like Batgirl was in the story. As an intellect, she relied heavily on her sense of sight to read, on her sense of hearing to listen to lectures, and her voice to speak her mind. All of these were now shut down. She was completely helpless and at the mercy of her tormenter. She had absolutely no control on what happened to her next.
Throughout her ambitious career, she was always in control - forcing herself to make decisions and follow through with them to achieve her goals. However with control came responsibility and at times this wore on her. Sometimes, she wanted to let someone else make the decisions. However, given her IQ of 154, rarely was there someone as competent as her, and this desire to let go was hardly ever fulfilled.
Brad trussing her up tonight, did something more than make her body a helpless plaything for the over-sexed quarterback. It reached deep into Arielle's psyche and released a more primitive yearning that she did not know existed within her.
'I can't be enjoying this ?????' thought Arielle as her inner psyche began to clash were her intellectual mind.
'I mean it's Brad, of all people!!!! That meathead has been a pain in the ass since he came into this lab. And now he's practically going to rape me!!!'
While Arielle's intellectual mind struggled to contain the previously suppressed urges arising from deep within her psyche, her body began to betray her. A wet spot had formed underneath on her panties as her vagina started to lubricate in response to the sexually arousing situation she was in.
First she felt it and hoped Brad wouldn't notice. But with her crotch exposed so severely by the bondage, and with the thin cotton panties quickly becoming transparent as her sexual juices began to flow, only an idiot would not have noticed.
'Flash'
"Getting wet are we. Looks great on the camera too. Now lets get the Wench Drencher revved up and get you nice and dripping wet." said Brad as he took out a remote control, pushed a button and pointed it at the 'WD 2000'
"Nnnnnnnngggghhhhhhhh" moaned a surprised Arielle as the 'WD 2000' began to vibrate.
'That's just the basic feature. Want to try the one that makes this baby so special for the girls?"
Arielle could barely concentrate as the 'WD 2000' vibrated incessantly at her stretched groin stimulating her into a sexual frenzy. Before her distracted mind could even respond to Brad's question, he pushed another button activating the 'special' feature.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH" screamed Arielle into her gag.
"That's the ultrasound mode. It sends ultrasonic vibrations deep into your vagina and clitoris. Gotta love modern technology."
The deprivation of Arielle's senses only heightened the awareness of her last remaining sense - touch. The constant barrage of the activated 'WD 2000' on her nether region, served as an ally in her sexual psyche's battle with her intellectual mind. The tide was turning, and Arielle's mind was gradually becoming overwhelmed from the sexual urges arising from within.
"Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo" sighed the aroused Arielle.
Brad smiled when he heard Arielle's breathing change to become quicker and shallower. The experienced lover knew that when a women's breathing changes this way, that she is his.
'zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz' the 'WD 2000' continued its relentless assault on Arielle's defenseless pussy. It was unlike anything Arielle had ever experienced before. All of her previous sexual experiences have always been a frustrating roller coaster trying to find right amount of stimulation. On the other hand the 'WD 2000' has been field tested on over two-hundred horny volunteer coeds to find the perfect frequency for maximal sexual stimulation. The unyielding vibrations deep into her clitoris and vagina were driving our helpless heroine into a sexual frenzy.
'Can't give him the satisfaction of climaxing' gritted a determined Arielle.
However, the vibrations continued to wear away at her defenses. The inevitable orgasm was building like an out of control locomotive. No power, not even Arielle's brilliant mind could stop the force that was growing from within her loins.
Brad watched from the foot of the table as the sex-crazed Arielle squirmed under the continual sexual force generated by the 'WD 2000'. He felt his erection build and needed gratification. The image of Arielle's spectacular body becoming more and more aroused at his control stimulated his sexual desires almost as much as the 'WD 2000' did to Arielle. But unlike the writhing blonde he had bound before him, he was much more experienced in these realms and waited until the moment was right.
"Mmmmmmm Mmmmmmmm MMmmmmmmm"
Arielle could feel the orgasm growing and growing. She gave up trying to contain it long ago and now desired only for the release that a climax would bring. She was so close and she wanted it so bad.
'A few more seconds' she thought and then she would be rewarded.
"Nooooo, don't stop" gasped an ungagged Arielle.
While lost in her sexual frenzy, Arielle did not notice Brad untying her gag and removing an earplug. Just before Arielle climaxed, Brad turned off the 'WD 2000'.
He then leaned into the sex-starved Arielle and whispered "You want me so bad don't you."
The last remaining residue of Arielle's conquered intellectual mind found a reprieve from the pause in sexual stimulation and spoke up.
"Go fuck yourself Brad. You have my body bound but I will never willingly let you rape me. Even if you were the last man on the earth."
"Rape you. Who said anything about rape. Look at yourself. Your dripping wet with sexual lust, your still breathing hot and heavy. Admit it you want it. Your body's hot for it. I haven't even come close to raping you. Shit I barely even touched you and you're still even wearing your underwear. Rape. No one will believe it." retorted Brad.
"Now, lets see if we can change your mind" whispered Brad inches away from Arielle's ear.
He pointed the remote and turned the dial to '1'.
"NNnnngggghhhhhhhhh" groaned a still stimulated Arielle as she tried to suppress her body's sexual betrayel.
"That's only setting '1'." whispered Brad into Arielle's ear. "That should keep you going, while I leave you alone for awhile"
"Wait, where are you going. Don't leave me here!!!" screamed Arielle.
She tried looking around but was thwarted by her blindfold. Any struggle only cinched the 'WD 2000' tighter into her crotch. But this time it was buzzing away at a lowly setting of '1'. It was on '5' when it nearly defeated her into climaxing. It kept her sexually stimulated but it was not strong enough to progress her towards sexual satisfaction.
Arielle could hear Brad walk away. Next a fridge door opened and closed. Then the pop of a soda can, guzzling, a satisfied belch and then nothing. Only the incessant sound of the 'WD 2000' buzzing away.
'zzzzzz'
From across the room, Brad watched Arielle's frustrated body try to coax more stimulation out of the 'WD 2000'. She would try to grind her crotch deeper into it only to be thwarted by the tight ropes binding her legs, neck and arms. She was getting nowhere and after fifteen minutes of trying let out a sigh of frustration. Brad took this as his cue and pointed the remote and turned it up to '3'.
"Mmmmmmmmm" moaned the frustrated Arielle as the stimulation between her legs increased closer to the desired levels.
When she was being stimulated at level '1', her mind was at a stalemate between letting go and resisting. With the intensity of the sexual stimulation tripled, her intellect was now beginning to lose ground to her sexual psyche.
Brad knew he had to slowly coax Arielle out of her repressed shell slowly step by step. He snuck back up against Arielle and slowly caressed her face around the blindfold.
"Mmmmm"
The innocent contact felt good to Arielle. If her mind were any sharper, she would have protested. But with it clouded by her sexual urges, she did not resist.
"Feels good doesn't it." whispered Brad in a soothing tone of voice. At the same time he turned up the 'WD 2000' to '4' to reinforce her positive response.
"MMmmmmmmmmmmm"
Ever so slowly, Brad expanded his caresses to down her long neck, past the sharp outline of her collarbone, and down her taut upper extremities. The sensations were overwhelmingly refreshing to Arielle's achy arms after being restrained for over an hour.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
Brad decided to get bolder. Turning the 'WD 2000' back to its original strength, he targeted her magnificent breasts. First he ran his gentle fingers along the edge of her lace bra teasing the writhing blonde to no end.
The last remnants of her intellect were screaming 'No, don't let him, this is going to far'. However, it was unheard by the rest of her mind, now completely dominated by her sexual desires.
"Oooooo Ooooo Ooooo"
With the combined stimulation of the relentless 'WD 2000' deep vibrations and the gentle caresses of Brad's soft experienced hands, Arielle was helpless to resist her eventual sexual domination. Her once brilliant intellect was eroded into a babbling sexual mush with only one goal of achieving sexual gratification. It barely flinched when Brad undid the clasp of the bra releasing her splendid bosom. It welcomed Brad's probing fingers as it explored around first her areola and then her aching nipples.
Ever so softly, Brad whispered "Enjoying it?"
The response given from yearning blonde pleased Brad to no end.
"Yesssss" exhaled Arielle.
Her body had now completely betrayed her as the sexual stimulation continued their unrelenting assault. What was left of any rationale thought process was completely overwhelmed by her need for sexual release. Arielle's orgasm was beginning to build, and this time no force in the universe would be able to contain it.
"Mmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
By now, Brad's hands have made their way along Arielle's flat abdomen and were tantalizingly caressing the edge of her drenched panties. His fingers teased mercilessly at the entrance to the stunning blonde's prized pussy. Arielle urgently needed release.
"Inside" whispered the desperate blonde.
In order to get his hands to her pussy, Brad had climbed up on top of the control panel and had his groin straddling Arielle's face. Hearing her raspy voice from between his legs gave Brad an idea.
"What"
"Your hands inside" said a more insistent Arielle.
"Say please"
"Inside, please Brad pleeeaaaasssse"
Brad unzipped his fly to release his straining nine-inch rod. It sprang out brushing against Arielle's luscious full lips. Brad returned to the gentle caresses along Arielle's saturated panties. Although her mind had completely dissolved into a sexual slurry long ago, she still did have a genius IQ and quickly figured out that in order to get further stimulation from Brad, she would have to respond.
Hesitantly, Arielle stuck out her long wet tongue and licked a gentle circle around the head of Brad's erect penis.
After watching the beautiful bound blonde writhe under his complete control for the last hour, Brad almost came when Arielle's wonderful tongue touched the tip of his penis. In fact, of all the women that he had raped, Arielle was the first to voluntarily give him head. Her first circle brought a gasp of delight from Brad.
He rewarded her by slipping his hands under her panties and caressed her nether lips.
"MMMMMMmmmmmmmmm" groaned a content Arielle as she opened her succulent mouth to accept Brad's rigid shaft.
Brad responded by burying his aching penis deep into Arielle's mouth. Simultaneously, Arielle wrapped her moist lips around his pole and sucked along its entire length. When Brad withdrew, Arielle used her tongue to play with tip of his head as it remained inside her luscious mouth.
While supporting his body with his left arm, Brad began stroking Arielle's well-lubricated pussy lips with his right hand. The combination of Brad's touch and the 'WD 2000's stellar vibrations drove Arielle into a complete frenzy. Her sexual needs overwhelmed any remaining inhibitions and she attacked Brad's penis with unrestrained fury.
Brad felt the wonderful change in tempo and moved his strokes towards Arielle's own erect bud. He began rubbing her aching clitoris in a circular fashion. Maintaining the rhythm, he began to fuck Arielle's violated mouth with his nine-inch tool.
Arielle was now a complete sexual animal. Any resemblance to the previous prim and proper graduate student has been totally erased by Brad's wonderful ministrations. With her arms and legs completely restrained by Brad's strict bondage ropes, her mouth became the only instrument in which she could participate in the sex she was having with her conqueror. The stunning blonde was giving Brad the best head of his entire sexual experiences.
And the lovely Arielle was getting so close to cumming. The strict bondage, the utter helplessness, the unrelenting stimulation from the 'WD 2000', the wonderfully erect organ that she was playing with in her mouth, and the perfect rhythm Brad had established with his fingers on her engorged clitoris were all bringing her to the most earth-shattering climax in her life. She was on the brink. Her entire body tensed up in preparation for the massive orgasm when ...
... when Brad exploded into her mouth. The fingers on her yearning nub stopped. All Arielle could do was swallow the jism as she was left frustratingly close.
Brad's orgasm was also the best he has ever had. It rocked him so hard that it caused his left hand to slip against the last trigger to activate the T.E.P.S. With that one slip, Brad had managed to set in motion a thermonuclear catastrophe that would completely engulf the entire campus if the bunker doors remained opened.
Brad's heart skipped a beat when he saw on the computer screen:
TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 9min : 58sec
'Oh shit' thought Brad. "Well babe gotta run." Said Brad as he fled the lab.
"Nooooooo, I'm not finished yet" lamented a frustrated Arielle.
Arielle was still in a frenzied state and was oblivious to the immediate danger she was in. She still desperately needed release. Fortunately, the 'WD 2000' was still attached and humming away at a stimulating level '5'. The sex-starved blonde began frantically grinding her soaked groin against the vibrating machine. She felt her orgasm begin to build again. Only seconds now before the she would hit her spectacular climax.
TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 8min : 02sec ACTIVATION OF HYDROGEN FUEL PUMPS
'WHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR' screamed the high pitched hydrogen fuel pumps as they kicked into action.
The entire lab began to shake as the immense jet engines began revving up in preparation for activation.
'Shit' thought Arielle as the sounds of impending disaster resonated through her lab. 'The T.E.P.S. have been turned on.'
Immediately, her intellectual mind regained control as the endangered heroine began realizing her treacherous predicament. She began formulating options to shut down the T.E.P.S. However with her arms and legs bound securely spread eagle and her vision effectively blindfolded, she knew her chances weren't good.
The shuddering caused by the T.E.P.S. jet caused every loose item in the lab to shake up and down. Among them was Brad's remote control for the 'WD 2000', which was left behind when he fled, and perched precariously on the edge. It was trembling closer and closer to falling off.
TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 6min : 12sec
After deliberating through various options, Arielle felt her best chance was to shut the bunker doors electronically using commands from the control panel keyboard. Fortunately, her left hand was tied over top of the keyboard, so she had a chance. But she would have to do it blindly, as the keyboard was at the end of her outstretched arm and her restrained head was too far away to visualize the keys.
Arielle managed to, through turning her head back and forth, loosen her blindfold so she can look out the bottom. Her first sight scared the shit out of her. Looking down between her exposed breasts, over top of her soaking wet mons and between her widely spread legs, she stared right down the pipe of the T.E.P.S. rocket nozzle. The rocket blast was aimed directly at her defenseless crotch. In a brief moment of humor she thought of how little protection her drenched panties would offer against the thermonuclear discharge. She was going to get an explosion between her legs after all.
TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 5min : 33sec
Getting back to the task at hand, Arielle summoned up a mental image of the computer keyboard. 'S' was the second key over from the 'CAPS' key in the middle row. Deliberately, the bound heroine managed to find some slack and count the keys over until she felt the second key and pressed it. 'H' was more in the middle and Arielle, meticulously walked her left hand over the keys 'CAPS-A-S-D-F-G-H' and pressed it.
TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 1min : 47sec
After nearly four painstaking minutes, Arielle had finally managed to type in blindly the command to 'SHUT DOOR'.
All she needed to do now was hit the 'RETURN' key and she'd save herself and the campus. 'Focus Arielle CAPS-A-S-D-F-G-H-J-K-'
TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 1min : 26sec INJECTION OF HYDROGEN FUEL
'WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP ...'
The violent thumping caused by the fuel being pumped shook the lab even more harshly. The keyboard began jumping around and Arielle lost her position on the keyboard. Worse, the 'WD 2000' remote control fell off the table and landed on the floor knocking the intensity setting to '10'.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH" screamed Arielle as the diabolic device between her legs went ballistic.
She had completely forgot about the 'WD 2000' wedged up against her crotch while she was focused on shutting the bunker doors. It was still buzzing away keeping her nether regions sexually stimulated. At it's maximum setting, it took over Arielle's body by storm.
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"
The sensations the 'WD 2000' was now bringing to the powerless Arielle was immeasurable. The researchers in the sexual physiology lab were unable to go above '7' in any of their horny volunteers, as they would pass out from the immense sexual overload. Arielle, however, has been stimulated by the 'WD 2000' for nearly 2 hours straight and her vulnerable sex was slowly being conditioned to accept and tolerate higher intensities. As such, no woman has ever experienced the enormous sexual pleasure Arielle was feeling now. Her entire body seized up in an attempt to try to compensate for the blistering passion that was arising from within her legs. In less than a minute, Arielle's mind was reduced again to a smoldering sexual puddle.
TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 0min 38sec
"muuuuussssttttt pressssss returnnnnnnnnnnn keyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" squealed the over-sexed blonde's last remaining rationale thought. With a last-ditched fling, she threw her hand at the right side of the computer keyboard.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhHHHHH" gasped Arielle as the wrist-thigh ropes tightened the 'WD 2000' further into her sopping cunt.
TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 0min 15sec BUNKER SHIELD DOORS CLOSING
In what can be described as a miracle, the thrashing Arielle managed to hit the 'RETURN' key sending the 'SHUT DOOR' command to the control computer. However, was it too late? Four feet of titanium reinforced concrete does not close instantaneously. In previous simulations, it took approximately thirty seconds to close. However, what was unknown was how long it would take before the thermonuclear reaction would generate enough heat to expand and propel out the hydrogen gas.
The successful grad student Arielle would have been able to use her vast intellect to calculate complex formulas to predict this. However, the Arielle that was currently bound spread eagle with her defenseless cunt awaiting penetration by the thermonuclear rocket blast was a remote semblance of her former self. The 'WD 2000' had reduced her to a quivering bundle of raw sexual flesh. Her once powerful mind was now incapable of any rationale thought, only sexual fulfillment.
TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 0min 0sec !!!THERMONUCLEAR REACTION!!!
The radioactive fuel bundles engaged the core reactor setting off a thermonuclear reaction. Gamma radiation from the reaction began flooding out of the bunker bathing the exposed Arielle. Heat from the reaction also began filling the room, quickly raising the temperature to over 100 degrees. However, it was still not enough yet to expand the hydrogen gas for jet propulsion. But soon it will.
"Oooo Oooo Oooo Oooo ..."
Arielle's breathing became louder and quicker as her spectacular body geared up for a colossal climax. At this point any stimulation was sexually exciting for Arielle. The heat from the reactor drove Arielle deeper and deeper into the sexual frenzy. She was on the verge of a gigantic orgasm.
TIME OF THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 0min 18sec BUNKER DOORS CLOSED
'CLUNKKKKKK'
'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH'
The thump of the closing bunker doors reverberated throughout the lab. It was enough to send Arielle into her first mind-blowing orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably against her restraints as spasms from her groin engulfed her sweat-drenched body. This first orgasm continued for over two minutes.
'VROOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM'
TIME OF THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 3min 48sec ACTIVATION OF T.E.P.S. ROCKET JETS
The massive vibrations caused by the explosion of the rocket jets against the bunker doors resonated into the lab. With barely enough time to recover from her first orgasm and with the 'WD 2000' continuing its molestation of Arielle's tender cunt, this next impulse drove her into another even more massive orgasm.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Her dripping cunt seized into an unremitting spasm. Even more sexual juices were squeezed out resulting in a massive puddle dripping onto the floor between her long legs. The T.E.P.S. continued to fire against the bunker's doors, creating the vibrations that continued to propel Arielle's orgasm. It was relentless. The climax continued to rock Arielle's exhausted body in a seemingly perpetually, fuelled by the unrelenting 'WD 2000' and now the T.E.P.S. as well.
Twenty minutes into her immense orgasm, something mysterious began to happen within Arielle's loins. The exposure of Arielle's sexually over-stimulated ovaries to the gamma irradiation mutated the cells within. Instead of generating hormones for Arielle's reproductive system, it began to generate electromagnetic impulses. These impulses manifested into pink EM energy, arising from within Arielle's, that could be barely detected by the naked eye. The pink EM energy slowly began to radiate out energizing any surrounding muscles to superhuman strength.
At first, the pink EM energy remained in the vicinity of her groin, stimulating her vagina muscles. However, this resulted in a vicious feedback loop. The superhuman enhanced strength of her vagina muscles dramatically increased the strength of her already massive orgasm. This resulted in more pink EM energy and the feedback loop continued until the pink EM energy was released and coursed throughout her body looking for a ground. It found it in her handcuffs. The pink EM energy had a natural affinity for metals and was now flowing from her ovaries, out through all four limbs to the handcuffs on Arielle's slender wrists and ankles. The resultant discharge of pink EM energy powered the Arielle's limb to superhuman strength. With her supercharged body convulsing from the endless orgasm, Arielle involuntarily broke free of her shackles and crumpled in an orgasmic heap on the floor lying in her own pool of sexual juices.
'OOOOOOOoooooooooh'
Mercifully, after thirty minutes her orgasm ended. After breaking out of the handcuffs, the pink EM energy no longer had a metal target to connect with. As such it remained quiescent within Arielle's gamma radiation mutated ovaries. Arielle curled her weary body into a fetal position in an attempt to recover from her sexual ordeal.
'zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'
Still, it was not over. The 'WD 2000' was still strapped onto Arielle's quivering thighs. Buzzing away at intensity level '10', it began to take Arielle unwittingly towards another mammoth orgasm. She couldn't take any more. A remnant of her intellectual self instructed her arms to undo the straps securing the diabolical machine against her groin. But alas, after three hours of sexual torment and strict bondage, her trembling hands lacked the dexterity to release her groin from the ruthless stimulator. Another orgasm took the dominated Arielle. She was completely and utterly defeated. Her entire shapely body convulsed with another climax and mercifully her brain shut down from the over-stimulation.
Epilogue
Throughout the night, a stunningly beautiful twenty-four year old grad-student lay curled up, unconscious on the cum stained floor of her lab. The 'WD 2000' continued to torment the shapely sweat-covered body and it would still respond with an unwitting orgasm. Eventually, after innumerable orgasms, the 'WD 2000' stopped with its battery supply run dry. Still, a long sexy limb would periodically twitch in spasm, the after-effects of a night of immense sexual pleasure. Later that morning, the weary body awoken and gathered together her clothes and dragged herself from her lab.
Despite the inauspicious beginning, Arielle Kidson would learn to harness the pink EM energy that originated from within her gamma-irradiated loins to fight truth and justice under the guise of her chosen moniker, Gamma Girl. When she awoke that fateful morning, it signaled not the end of long night of sexual torment, but rather a new dawn - the dawn of a superheroine.