Bert Phelan: A degrading affair

The pair looked hurt and disappointed, but managed to keep smiling. "Yes, Doctor Dirk," Kyle said. "Laboratory Number One is fully prepared."

"Fine," Dr. Villiers said. "Number X-999 and I shall go there at once."

Karla flashed a look of pure hate at Marcy, but when her eyes returned to Dr. Villiers they shone with worship again. "What a lucky girl she is! I shall never forget your initial experiments with us. It was such a shining moment in our lives!"

"Will you please quit chattering and get out of the way," Dr. Villiers said impatiently. "My scientific curiosity must be appeased at once!"

"Yes, doctor," Karla said, and turned to lead the way upstairs and then down a richly carpeted hallway. She stopped halfway down the hall and threw open a door. Marcy stared in surprise. Instead of the test tubes, metal table, and blazing lights she expected, there was a huge circular bed, softly glowing lamps, and erotic paintings on the walls.

"This is a laboratory?" she asked.

"Of course," Villiers said. "A laboratory for sexual experimentation. Did you think it would look like a place where they make cultures for germ warfare? Or a breakfast cereal plant?"

He turned to Kyle and Karla. "This is most satisfactory. You may go."

The two burnished heads bowed, and the golden-skinned couple backed out of the room.

With them went all that remained of Marcy's determination to remain calm and untouched by whatever happened. She started to tremble, all her fears and scruples rushing back. "This is most improper," she said. "I think it would be best if I left right now."

"Nonsense!" Villiers laughed. "Experimental animals know nothing of proper or improper. They exist only for scientific experimentation."

Marcy tried another tack, anything to postpone the inevitable. "That Kyle and Karla – are they your colleagues?"

"Ha!" Dirk Villiers' laugh was sharp and contemptuous. "They are brother and sister, subjects S-124 and S-125. They are of interest only because of their omni-sexuality. They have no potential as human beings, only specimens. As you will see, they are capable of conceiving lust for almost any person or object presented to them, including each other."

Marcy's eyes became saucers. "You mean…" she hardly dared breathe the word, "incest?"

Villiers shrugged. "It is one of their milder deviations, and of no concern to us at the moment. You will learn more about the Karlows later."

Calmly, and with no apparent emotion, he reached out and ripped off her blouse, yanked her bra loose, and tossed both to the floor. Skirt, garter belt, stockings, and panties followed. Then he stood considering her, his brooding eyes moving from the large, creamy breasts with the ripe cherry nipples, down to the narrow waist and flaring hips. The full-fleshed thighs held his gaze briefly, but it was the honey-colored triangle between them that obviously intrigued him most.

"Yes, X-999, you'll work out fine. I don't believe I've ever seen a lovelier example of your species. Most, especially of your advanced years, are ugly or flat-chested, or both. You are remarkable – truly remarkable."

"Species?" Marcy asked. "What species?"

"The class of female I refer to as Ravaged Virgin, my dear. It has enduring scientific and personal interest for me."

Marcy stared at him as a rabbit might stare at a snake. "You're not going to – not now – not you!"

"Why not me? That's what you signed up for, to get rid of your cherry, and there's nothing I enjoy more than relieving a girl of that inconvenience."

He leaned over, and using both thumbs, spread the plump pink labia so he could see the glistening folds and convolutions of soft flesh that lay inside. He inserted an exploratory finger, and grinned as her pelvis involuntarily thrust forward.

"I think you had better lie down on the experimental table now, X-999," he said. "Lie down, open your legs, and prepare the specimen for experimentation by my tongue."

Marcy gasped and shut her eyes. She had no intention of doing any such thing. The very idea of telling her to stretch out on that sinfully big bed and permit him to – oh, what a dirty thing to suggest! Did he really think she'd let him stick his tongue in there? No man had ever done that to her – no man should ever want to!

"No!" she said aloud. "I won't do it!"

"But my dear, you are already doing it," Dirk Villiers laughed.

Marcy opened her eyes and found herself flat on her back on the black satin sheet, her legs so far apart that she might have been attempting to do a split. Her back was arched, and the fragrant valley at the base of her belly was lifted toward him in wanton invitation.

Shocked into immobility by the treachery of her own body, Marcy watched while the man stripped rapidly. The sight of his strongly muscled body, with its drifts of black hair on chest, belly, and thighs frightened her, but there was an underlying excitement and fascination she couldn't deny. When his massive cock and balls came into view, Marcy gasped in disbelief.

"What's the matter, X-999?" he asked with a sardonic smile. "Is there something about me that bothers you?"

"Y-yes," she said through chattering teeth, and pointed. "That!"

"And what is that called, X-999?" Dr. Villiers asked, taking the huge prick in his hand and moving closer to her. "Tell me its name."

Marcy gulped and licked at her lips nervously. "Uh – ah – it's – it's your p-peter."

"My what?"

"Your – your peter."

"Oh, what childish nonsense! Tell me its real name!" He came nearer, aiming the big, red-capped cock at her unguarded cunt lips while he stroked it into full erection. "Say the word! That's part of the experiment."

Marcy's mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. He knelt on the bed between her legs and let the throbbing prick touch the inside of her thigh.

"Tell me what this is!" he commanded.

"Y-your – p-penis," Marcy quavered.

"A penis is something a little boy has," he said, and rubbed the hardened flesh over the velvety skin at the top of her inner thigh. "A man has a cock, a prick! Does that feel like a penis to you?"

Marcy bit her lip to keep from moaning as the hot man-flesh sent jolts of electricity, through her quivering body.

"Don't be afraid of the words," he said, passing the rigid shaft lightly across the open, yawning lips of her dripping cunt. "Tell me what this is, X-999!"

"It's – it's your c-c-cock," she finally choked out.

"Right! And that's the way you will refer to it in the future! You are going to become well acquainted with my cock! You will be impaled on it, skewered and fucked by it! You will take it in your mouth and suck it! You will get to know it better than you know yourself, so do not hesitate to use its proper name!"

Marcy closed her eyes, not wanting him to see how she was being consumed by a wild inner fire she had never known before. She was engulfed in waves of physical passion she had never imagined possible.

"This part of the procedure is for your sake, as well as for the scientific information it will yield," Dr. Villiers said. She felt his breath on her belly, and then the stirring of her silken pubic hair. "Your cunt is tight, and to ram my big cock into it without some preparation might be unnecessarily cruel. Don't misunderstand me, however. Before this night is over, you will have experienced pain as well as ecstasy. But to start with, I choose to initiate you gently."

Marcy felt his hot, wet tongue search through the curling blonde tendrils that covered her mound, locate the open pink petals, and slither between them.

"Ohhh, what – what are you doing?" she wailed, as the tongue drew back and then stabbed at the sensitive clit. "D-don't do that! Take your tongue out of my privates!"

Villiers' head jerked up in surprise. "Your what?"