A Cheater's Regret

"The subject is vocalizing," Dr. Manyard says, taking her hands off me.

She starts running her stethoscope over me again. "How aroused are you?"

"God, uhh, errr... six or seven," I gasp.

"You're pushing her too close to orgasm," Mr. Jeffries says. "You haven't even started the routine yet..."

"Don't worry about it, everything is under control," Dr. Manyard assures him.

"At this rate, she is going to climax before you've even finished the diagnostic!" Mr. Jeffries says.

It's weird and degrading to hear these people discussing me like a lab specimen. But at the same time, strangely, it's also a huge turn on.

"I'm surprised she was aroused that quickly," Ms. Turring says. "Especially in a clinical setting like this."

"She's young and sexually inexperienced," the doctor says. "This is probably all new and exciting for her. Medically inducing an orgasm won't be difficult. The hard part will be holding her back long enough to get the biometric data we need."

"Maybe you could wait for her to cool down a bit?" Ms. Turring suggests.

"No," Dr. Manyard says. I didn't expect to have a subject who is sexually stimulated so easily. We're getting readings far more quickly and accurately than I expected. We're having a great run, let's keep it up."

Mr. Jeffries shakes his head in disagreement. The doctor looks back at me.

"You're doing great, sweetie," Dr. Manyard assures me. "Keep your chin up!"

I feel a little bit better.

"I'm going to apply some current," she says.

"Is that a good idea?" Ms. Turring asks. "I don't think she can take much more punishment."

"Its fine, I won't push her too far," Dr. Manyard says.

One of the male technicians produces a handheld box with two wire connectors protruding from it. The doctor takes it from him and approaches me.

"We are just going to apply a low electrical current to your body," she explains to me.

My eyes widen with fear.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt," she assures me. "It'll just come as a bit of a shock, that's all."

The nurse leans backward as the doctor clamps one of the wires to my nipple and holds the other one to my stomach just above my belly button.

"Okay dear, three... two... one..."

I squeal in surprise as the electricity springs into my nipple and down my chest. It's painful at first, but I after a couple seconds I get used to it. I hear myself starting to moan.

Dr. Manyard switches off the current, to my relief and disappointment.

"Subject is responsive to current, level 1," she says. "I'm increasing the voltage to level 2.

She moves the second wire from my stomach to my other nipple. Oh God, this can't be happening. I'm being used in front of all these people.

The current starts up again with no warning.

The nurse holds me firmly as I buck backward, moaning louder and louder. I feel more aroused with each passing second. The current stops just as suddenly as it started.

"Alright, the subject is extremely responsive to the current... what's your arousal level now sweetie?"

I'm so horny I can can barely even think straight.

"I – I – I think... eight, yes, eight," I moan.

"One more time, staying at level 2," Dr. Manyard says.

"She could have an orgasm at any moment now!" Mr. Jeffries protests.

"Don't be so dramatic, I'll be careful," the doctor tells him.

She snaps the end of the wire into a small metal rod, about two inches long and the width of a pencil, and moves it in between my thighs.

She gently slips the rod inside of me.

Oh God.

I scream wildly as the current shoots into my core. I feel the pressure building up. Am I really going to have an orgasm in front of everyone?

The doctor switches off the current.

"The diagnostic is still incomplete, but I think we have more than enough data to continue," she says, removing the wires from me.

The rod drips all over my leg and the table as she slides it back out of me. I should be embarrassed, but I'm not.

"How aroused are you feeling?" she asks.

"Uhm... nine... nine," I whimper.

"She was supposed to be at most a five at this stage," Mr. Jeffries says.

"She was well past a five before we even started," Dr. Manyard laughs.

"We have a problem," one of the technicians says. "The flat-screen doesn't work."

"Seriously?" Mr. Jeffries groans. "No one checked it before we started?"

"It's alright... what other rooms have a working screen?" Dr. Manyard asks calmly.

"Room 137 does," the technician replies.

"Alright, we need to get over there right away and hook the subject back up as seamlessly as possible," the doctor says. "Too long a delay could degrade the accuracy of the whole exam."

The nurse removes the sensor pads off my chest and pulls me to my feet.

"Let's go, quickly!" Dr. Manyard says earnestly.

Everyone troops back out into the hallway. I'm still naked, and my hands still tied behind my back. Christ, I hope no one sees me. A couple nurses in lab coats walk past us, their eyes locked on me. I blush.

Oh God, I just saw the red-haired girl from the waiting room out of the corner of my eye. I hope she didn't see me.

I'm led into a new room. The nurse switches on the lights. There's a vitals monitor identical to the one in the previous room sitting against the wall. There's a television screen suspended on a large arm, not unlike the overhead light at a dentist's chair. In the middle of the room there is a steel table.

"Hurry, get everything set back up!" the doctor commands, sending her technicians scrambling to power up the new equipment.

The nurse unfastens my wrists and leads me to the bench.

"Lay down," she orders me.

I obey. I shiver as my bare skin presses against the cold metal. A technician comes over and puts the sensor pads back on my chest. He takes his time doing it, and I can't help but notice his fingers grazing over my breast as he applies the pads. As he finishes attaching the last sensor he quickly pinches my nipple and scurries off. I'm so horny by this point, I don't really even care.

Dr. Manyard walks over and listens to my breathing and heart rate again with her stethoscope, jotting down a few notes.

"How aroused are you, dear?"

"Around eight, I think" I answer.

She pulls the television screen up over my head. The nurse places ear buds on me.

"Okay Katie, we're going to show you some video now," the doctor tells me. "The clips will start very broad, but depending on your physical reaction, the images shown will gradually become more refined until it exactly matches what you like. Do you understand?"

"Not really," I shake my head.

"That's okay, you'll understand in a few minutes," she smiles at me. "Kill the lights!"

The room goes dark as the screen overhead flickers to life. I watch as a few test patterns flash at me. The blocks of color fade into a scene outside a school, not unlike mine. A young man and woman are flirting by the bus stop. The images and sound wash over me, I feel like I'm right there with them. The guy is some jock, reminds me of Matthew, ugh. The girl is really pretty though. Dark brown hair and wonderful eyes. She smiles, showing perfect little white teeth.

The man leans in and kisses the girl passionately, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The scene changes again. They're both naked and having sex.

Scene changes. Two men are kissing. Eww.

Woman performing oral sex on a man. Video clips of various men and women having sex in numerous positions flash on the screen.

Two women kissing.

A man having sex with two women.

"Subject experiences moderate sexual arousal to threesomes," Dr. Manyard says.

The erotic scenes flood my senses. My own desire increasing with every passing moment. I run my hands over my body and play with myself. I toy with my hardened nipples and stroke my clit. I'm openly masturbating in front of a whole group of people, I don't even care. All I can think about now is finding relief from my sexual urges.

"Don't let her touch herself!" Dr. Manyard says with alarm in her voice.

The nurse snatches my hands away and pins my arms to the table. Two of the technicians help her fasten restraints around my wrists and ankles. Now I am completely helpless, only able to watch the erotic scenes unfold in front of me with no way to touch the relentless sexual buildup between my thighs.

The scenes continue. Two women in bed, caressing each other passionately.

Woman eating out another woman. The camera view switches to a closeup of the woman's face, moaning with pleasure as her partner licks her pussy.

I feel the doctor's stethoscope prodding me again. She leans down and whispers into my ear.

"How aroused are you?"

"Nine," I whisper back.

"Do you like those girls?" she asks tenderly.

I nod excitedly.

"Subject experiences high sexual arousal to lesbians," she says.

"She's a lesbian?" Mr. Jeffries asks.

"Not necessarily, its pretty common for even straight girls to find lesbian porn appealing," the doctor explains. "She's young and innocent – this is all new to her."

Scene after scene flashes up on the screen. They are almost all women now. They are also getting kinkier. I see beautiful girls being tied up and sexually tormented by other women, men, and even whole groups of people.

"The subject is showing submissive tendencies," Dr. Manyard states matter-of-factly.

"How do we know that?" Mr. Jeffries inquires, clearly still skeptical of the doctor's methods.

Ms. Turring answers for her.

"Its how she reacts to the camera angles and different closeups. She identifies more with the girls being dominated."

The videos end and the screen goes black. The room lights up. I'm gasping for breath, and my arousal is mind numbing. I feel the warm, sticky dampness building between my thighs. I want to reach down and bring myself relief more than ever. But I can't, because my hands are tied to the table.

Dr. Manyard presses the stethoscope to my chest.

"Try to breathe normally," she tells me.

I can't. My breathing is still ragged.

"Inhale," she orders me. I obey.

"Exhale."

"How aroused are you?" Dr. Manyard asks. "Are you really close to a ten?"

"Y-y-yes..." I'm so turned on I can barely even speak.

She takes my nipple in between her fingers and pinches. I let out a soft moan.

"Subject experiences extreme sexual pleasure to nipple stimulation and is vocalizing," she says.

I gasp as she brushes her hand in between my legs.

"Oooohh..." I whimper.

"There are extreme levels of arousal fluid, I am collecting another sample."

"Oh!" I moan as I feel the swab rub over my aching pussy.

Dr. Manyard puts the swab in a test tube and hands it to the nurse. She starts stroking my clit and dips her fingers into my soaked pussy. Everyone's eyes are on me, and I do my best to stay quiet. But I can't help myself.

"Oh! Oh... Oh God!" I gasp.

""Subject is experiencing extreme sexual pleasure to vaginal stimulation. She is making a visible effort not to vocalize, but moans uncontrollably when her clitoris is stimulated."

I'm so horny I desperately try to push myself into her fingers, but she places her other hand on my stomach and holds me down.

"I have to physically restrain subject from self-inducing an orgasm as I stimulate her," the doctor says, finally releasing me.

This has to be the most humiliating experience of my life. Why am I enjoying it so much?

"Are you going to be able to complete the procedure?" Mr. Jeffries asks.

It'll be tricky," the doctor replies. "She is dangerously close to an orgasm."

"How much time do you need?" I hear Ms. Turring's voice say.

"I would need to stimulate her for at least thirty minutes to get the readings I need," Dr. Manyard answers.

"Will you be needing any tools?" the nurse asks.

"No, she's too close to the edge for that," the doctor says.

Dr. Manyard touches me on the cheek kindly.

"You doing okay, dear?"

"Ye-yes," I whisper.

"You're almost done sweetie, this is the last test we need to do," she tells me. "I'm going to sexually stimulate you until I induce an orgasm. Understand?"

I nod.

Dr. Manyard puts a clicker in my hand.

"It is very important that you don't climax too quickly. Don't try to resist or fight it, but as soon as you feel yourself about to orgasm, snap the clicker, and I'll ease off. Okay?"

I nod again.

"If you orgasm before I say you can, it will ruin the testing data for the whole session, and you will be disqualified from the program," she warns me. "And you will be sent back to the school for punishment. Do you understand?"

"I understand," I say.

"Alright... nurse, start the timer now!" the doctor orders.

I look up at her nervously. She squirts some gel onto her gloved hands, rubbing it over her palms and fingers. I can't wait for what is about to happen, but I'm also terrified of her threat.

"Just close your eyes and enjoy it," she tells me.

The room goes dark again. I lay still on the table, helpless under the restraints. Nothing happens for a few moments. Then I feel it. The featherlight touch of her warm, oily gloved fingers. She is just barely grazing my skin, each glancing touch sending shocks of arousal up and down my body. I am overwhelmed with delight as she strokes my sides. Her touch moves over to my breasts, gently cupping and teasing them. She takes a hold of my nipple and tugs it lightly.

"Oooohhh..." I moan quietly.

"Subject is vocalizing at 24 seconds."

Still cupping my breast, her other hand skates down my stomach. I quiver in anticipation, only to be disappointed as her fingertips change course and run down my leg.

"One minute," the nurse calls out.

She starts tracing featherlight circles across my stomach and inner thigh, each stroke moving closer and closer to my pussy.

"Oh, oh God... oh my God..."

Suddenly her fingers slip inside of me.

"OOHH!" I panic at for a moment, but I regain control. I can handle this for a few seconds at least. I can do this.

"Two minutes," the nurse says.

Dr. Manyard rolls her thumb over my clit, sending spasms of pleasure pulse through me. I'm about to come, I can't take it anymore.

I snap the clicker.

"First break at two minutes, 17 seconds."

Dr. Manyard listens to my breathing and heart rate again with her stethoscope.

"I don't think she's going to last 30 minutes," Ms. Turring says.

"Let's find out," the doctor replies, and firmly rubs her finger across my clit.

"AAHH!" I squeal in surprise.

"On a scale of one to three, how long could I stimulate you like that before you had an orgasm?" she asks. "One means in a few minutes, two means in a few seconds, and three means almost immediately."

"I-immediately... three!" I gasp.

"Okay, reset the timer," Dr. Manyard says to the nurse.

She resumes running her hands up and down my body. She stops at my nipples and tweaks them over and over again between her fingers.

"Oh... oh.... oooohhh..." I don't even mind the fact anyone is watching me anymore. If anything, it's an even bigger turn-on.

The doctor lifts one hand and slides it in between my legs. She strokes me slowly at first, but faster and faster.

"Oh God... OH GOD!"

She presses a finger down on my clit and starts caressing it softly. The building pressure is too much. I snap the clicker again.

"18 seconds," the nurse says.

18 seconds? That's it? Oh God.

"Hmmm, okay, start the timer again," Dr. Manyard says.

Wetness is flowing freely from my soaked lips over her fingers as they penetrate me faster and harder.

"Oh God, Oh GOD, OH GOD OH GOD!" I moan uncontrollably.

I desperately snap the clicker.

"5.2 seconds."

"Relax, dear," the doctor tells me. "Start the timer again."

The doctor pushes her fingers back into my pussy. She rolls my swollen clit back and forth under her thumb. It's more than I can take. I just barely manage to snap the clicker in time.

"1.8 seconds."

I don't think I can take much more of this.

"Start the timer again."

Dr. Manyard skates her fingertips back and forth across my swollen, dripping lips. She doesn't even enter me, and I frantically snap the clipper.

".6 seconds."

"I'm checking her vitals again," the doctor says, picking up her stethoscope.

She listens to my tortured breathing for a few seconds.

"Subject is right on the verge of an orgasm," she says. "I will check her responsiveness again to see if we can continue.

Dr. Manyard flicks my nipple.

"OHH!" I moan desperately. The sexual buildup is driving me insane. I don't care about anything else in the world – all I want is to come.

"Subject experiences extreme sexual pleasure to even the slightest touch to the nipples," she says.

She rubs her finger over my clit.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

The massive orgasm gushes out of my pussy and sends tidal waves of pure ecstasy coursing through my body.

The whole room goes silent. All I can hear is my own ragged breathing as I come down from my climax. Oh God.

"Well that's that," Ms. Turring says.

"I guess SOMEONE is getting expelled," Mr. Jeffries says.

The lights turn back on and several technicians shuffle out the door, propping it open. Dr. Manyard peruses the various dials on the monitor machine, scratching her head in thought. Eventually giving up, she walks out with Ms. Turring and Mr. Jeffries.

The nurse unfastens me from the table. It takes me a few minutes to regain my composure enough to ease myself back on my feet.

I feel awful. All of that for nothing. I've disqualified myself from the study, and am getting kicked out of school anyways. My life is over.

There's only one option left.

I walk out the room into the hallway. I'm still naked, but I don't care who sees me. As I step through the doorway I almost bump into someone. My heart jumps up into my throat. It's the redhead from the waiting room. She is wearing a visitor's badge on her jacket and sipping from a paper cup by the water cooler. We make eye contact. She looks disinterested in me and wanders off. I remember what I'm doing and continue onward.

Dr. Manyard and the two school officials are conversing in an open examination area a few yards away. Their heads turn to face me as I approach them.

"Was there something else, Katie?" the doctor asks.

"I... I would like another chance," I stammer.

Everyone pauses for a moment.

"You already disqualified yourself," Ms. Turring says.

"Please... give me another chance," I beg. "I'll do whatever you want!"

"Well, she did try her best," Dr. Manyard says sympathetically. "It wouldn't hurt to salvage the data we can and give it another go next week."

"I won't let you down, I swear!" I say eagerly.

"I don't think its a good idea," Mr. Jeffries says.

"We can give her one more chance and see how it works," the doctor says. "Would you like to continue the testing?"

I nod excitedly.

"Okay," she says. "Nurse! Measure her!"

The nurse approaches with some measuring tape.

"Hold still," she commands me.

I stand up straight as she wraps the tape around my throat. Next she grabs my wrist and measures it as well. She scurries off for a few minutes before returning with two white cardboard boxes.

"Over the next week before our next appointment you are going to continue your day-to-day life as you normally would," the doctor explains. "During that time you will wear these sensors."

She opens the boxes. The first box contains a steel bracelet. The doctor locks it around my wrist, ensuring it fits securely. The second box contains a small steel collar. She snaps it around my throat.

"These will be gathering data 24 hours a day, storing everything they collect in their memory chips, which we will collect at the beginning of our next session."

I nod.

"Do not attempt to remove them or damage them, or you'll be disqualified from the program. But they're water-proof, so you can still shower and swim."