Hallucinations

translated into English by deepl

Copyright © 2016

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.

Again she nodded. Everything seemed so natural to her, so normal, so familiar, as if this situation was not bizarre at all. Already she felt biting pain on her nipples and labia one after the other. She reared up in her bonds, tried to scream, but only a moan escaped her throat.

Something never felt before moved from the aching places to her pleasure center, and she felt herself literally leaking.

"Can you stand it?" the misty voice asked.

She nodded again. Yearned for more, for touch, for more pain. It was crazy: she had never had anything to do with S&M, they were all perverts, sick people, psychopaths, and now she was lying here (Where actually? Not still in the clinic in front of the surveillance camera?), longing for pain and enjoying the helplessness.

And this with a stranger whom she actually could not stand, whom she had still punished with contempt in the morning. This fat, unathletic guy who had dared to look at her covetously.

But now she didn't care. The cutting pain of a whipping passed over her breasts. Moaning, she writhed in pain and pleasure.

Surely this was not a dream? But it was not reality either, it could not be! Her mind switched on again, trying to repress her feelings, to reestablish dominion over her body. In vain!

Gerd's voice pierced through her resistance like a hot knife through butter: "You're not going to rebel, are you? I can't let you get away with that!" His hands stroked very gently around the tortured areas of skin, causing an indescribably tormenting sensation of pain and pleasure at the same time!

"You know, I can do anything I want to you now! You're in my hands!" She felt him pushing between her legs and a last remnant of her mind tried to rebel against it.

But any attempt was futile, her bonds were too tight. When he penetrated her, it was as if she had never had sex before and was coming for the first time, so overwhelmed was she by the feeling.

Not his member was inside her, no he was inside her! He was pulling on her nerves, knotting and stroking them, tearing and knotting them. She felt pleasure from pain like she had never thought possible. It was as if a thousand hands were reaching along under her skin to her brain, causing a fireworks display of colors, smells, and sounds that washed away her self in a gigantic wave, obliterating her and leaving a space that was infinitely large, yet too small to contain her.

Then she lost herself and her consciousness.

Slowly, she came back to herself.

As if she were flying toward Earth from outer space, she saw herself: she was lying in bed in the clinic. The blanket had slipped off, her thin night clothes were transparent from sweat. She saw the doctors sitting in the cafeteria, Gerd lying in the next room, and could see through the entire building as if with X-ray eyes. She stopped her flight. What was going on here? Had she died? Suddenly she saw a shadowy figure flash past her.

Gerd? Coming from the same direction as her, he had flown past her and slipped right into his body. He was lolling in his bed, the effects of the drug apparently wearing off on him. The shock of realization went through her body almost as much as what she had just experienced: the bastard had raped her in her mind!

She paused. Had he? Yes and no: True, he had 'asked' but penetrating another mind could hardly be less of a rape than the actual sex act!

She shook herself. She couldn't tell anyone that! How had he done it? He had already participated in several experiments. Was he purposefully exploiting the side effect of the drug for his pleasure? She began to freeze.

A thin thread of smoke came out of her body, snaking up to her like a snake, pulling at her. She had to go back! She could only feel herself falling, deeper and deeper, endlessly, landing softly just before she hit the ground.

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'Nightmares!'

Nightmares she had stated in the questioning! How tame. Heavens, if this was more than a hallucination, this drug was more dangerous than an atomic bomb!

And, of course, He had given no side effects! He had said deep, dreamless sleep, looking at her with such an outrageous grin that she blushed with embarrassment.

Darn, what should she do? The memory of the experience still troubled her, both the pleasure she felt and the shame!

She had always been so tough!

She thought about it. Her friend had not participated yet, it was probably her turn next week.

How should she ask for it, "Maria? Excuse me, but it could be that you will be sexually tortured by Gerd in your dreams during the experiment. Could you confirm that for me then?"

At this thought she had to laugh hysterically.

She needed the documents with the reports of the test subjects!

She wanted to be a researcher, after all. If there was something to research, then this was it! Her decision was made: She would continue to participate in the experiments! Let's see what came up.

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"What do you mean? A rape charge against the clinic?"

The professor just shook his head and read aloud, "I haven't seen anything like this: bruises, anal fissures, welts and burns. You're sure he hasn't already been admitted with these?"

Ferbod replied in the negative.

"This claim here of having received these injuries through some kind of dream transformation is ridiculous!" Snorting contemptuously, the director lowered the letter in his hand.

"I've seen the video recordings myself! Three witnesses can confirm that nothing out of the ordinary happened. Heavens, what he writes there reads like a visit to a domina studio! Anal penetrated by three women with a dildo, whipped, maltreated with clamps and hot wax and more of these things! Fantasies the man has!"

Ferbod cleared his throat, "But what if he was reporting the truth?"

Astonished, the professor frowned, "Don't be ridiculous! None of the girls reported anything out of the ordinary! This subject, this, what's his name, oh yes, Gerd Müller, probably represents the most unusual case of stigmata I've ever heard of! Just enter that as a possible side effect of the drug in the protocol: Hallucinations!"

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