Raunchy Secret Lab Tales Pt. 02

Nurse Periwinkle knew that he would have no way of knowing any better, for he would have been blindfolded before landing at the base where the laboratory was hidden and would not be permitted to see again until airborne once more. From his sightless perspective the experiment could have been taking place in a small office on any base in Europe rather than the cave converted into a lab in which he was actually seated.

Each time Prof. Hatwell bumped him, needles on the electrographic telepathy translator spiked. And, each time, the Professor rushed over to the Doctor, mashing her chest into him, quite intentionally, as she feigned a desire to make observations on the instrumentation. This despite the needles invariably by then having always dropped back to and remaining at their baseline position.

After going between each of the men to molest them with her huge chest in this fsashion a few more times, Professor Hatwell indicated for Nurse Periwinkle to come forward. When she saw what the Nurse was holding she cackled with glee. Dr. Grimes swallowed with reticence as his colleague proceeded to wiggle her substantial hips and cause her mountainous breasts to heave even in their confines as her body shook in a moment of unbridled emotion.

Prof. Hatwell took the whale bone sex toy from the Nurse and announced that they were going to begin a new experiment.

"What a surprise that you have returned from your assignment with such haste, Nurse Periwinkle. Doctor. I want you and the subject, that means your deary," Prof. Hatwell bumped the soldier's head again with her tits as she addressed him. "I want you both to stand up, side by side, and drop your pants."

Dutifully but unenthusiastically, both men complied. Likewise, both men's hands shook as they undid their trousers. Perhaps the soldier's did because of his blindfold and these strange circumstances. Surely the Doctor's did because he was always nervous, even in front of the two women who had personally helped fit it to him, to reveal his chastity cage.

The device that protected the man's little not quite manly parts was no ordinary chastity cage, certainly not something anyone can order from the pages of Sears. His had shiny chrome pieces held together by incongruously industrial looking rivets, all of which was held to his body by leather that looked to have been repurposed from a boot dug from the trenches of the previous great war. Of course it also had a little gauge and a tiny pressure valve, as if it could emit steam at moment, not to mention a tube that came from its front and went to a place that no word is so lacking in dignity to name.

The Professor instructed the nurse to come and kneel before her. She then pointed at her shoe and instructed Dr. Grimes to narrate what he saw for the benefit of the blindfolded soldier.

"Uh, yes... right. Well, the nurse is on her knees. As you know. And now she is, well, she's bending down from that kneeling position to kiss the Professor's shoe. Right, right... describe... right. I have to say, it's actually hard to believe that little vixen of a nurse doesn't bust a seam on her dress when she bends like that..." Dr. Grimes was able for a moment to affect an almost honest laugh.

"This doesn't seem to be having any effect," Prof. Hatwell said and glanced toward both the flaccid, averagely sized dick of the soldier and the electrographic telepathy translator, confirming for herself that there was no activity. She then gestured toward the Nurse and said, "You're doing good Doctor. Keep it up."

"Oh, okay... So now the nurse is getting... she's going over to that other scientific device, she's bending over it, and the Professor has this... oh wow... dear me, she's putting it... it's a... a work of art, really."

The Doctor failed to find words to any better describe the mystical scrimshaw, but as the Professor pulled Nurse Periwinkle's panties aside and inserted the hefty phallus into her, it was plainly obvious what course things had taken whether they could see for themselves or had only the sounds of a nurse's hips banging against steel as she moaned in profound pleasure.

"Nothing. Not even the tiniest puff of steam from you," Prof. Hatwell smirked at the Doctor as she continued to plow that literal bone into the Nurse's flesh.

For whatever reason, this was the moment that things became too much to take for the blindfolded soldier and he passed out. When his body crumpled to the floor, the Professor abruptly withdrew the scrimshaw dildo.

Nurse Periwinkle's knees quivered as she remained bent over the science device.

Dr. Grimes stood with his pants around his ankles, his torturous device still on display, and watched as Prof. Hatwell crossed the laboratory toward the elevator, too distracted by the intricate carvings on the object in her possession to give any regard to the state of those she was leaving behind. And with that she was engulfed in the steam of the lift's opening doors.