Driven by her wild need, Marcy repositioned herself, being careful not to remove her simmering cunt from Villiers' mouth. Then her lips were making a path through the thick hair on the man's chest and hard, flat belly. Who would have thought so clean shaven a man would have so much hair on his body?
Dr. Villiers' tongue was like a flaming torch as he licked and coaxed, her toward orgasm. The fire he was building in her golden cunt was sweeping through her whole body, like red-hot lava moving down the side of a volcano. Her mouth tasted of the salt of excitement, her thighs were twitching, and her round bottom was pounding the mattress furiously. The soft petals of her pussy pulsed around his tongue, trying to suck it in deeper.
She felt him guiding her inexorably to climax, felt the floodtide building up in her loins and overflowing into her cunt. Then the dam broke, and she gushed hotly into his mouth. But now that she was started, Marcy didn't want to stop. She wanted to go on and on to higher and higher levels of pleasure. If she could get her mouth on him, it would be even better. Her lips moved along his strong, hairy thighs, and she felt him wriggling in anticipation as her mouth approached his massive cock. He urged her on with fresh assaults on her blossoming cunt lips.
Marcy's mind was whirling. When she could think at all, she was wondering why she was doing this. Simply for the money that would save Jimmy? No, not now. There had to be another reason. Maybe because since the moment she had first set eyes on this man, she had been subconsciously stirred by the animal-like virility of him, excited by the erotic energy he exuded.
She didn't know, and she was in no condition right now to think the problem through. All she could do was obey the impulse that had overpowered her. Villiers' wiry pubic hair was under her lips, and then she was staring up at his towering erection, her eyes widening at the close-up view of reddish-brown skin, blueish veins, and purplish red cockhead. At first she was aware only of its size. But desire overcame her fear, and her mouth began to water. Her tongue flicked out and traced a wet path up the side of the monstrous pole.
How odd he tasted! Slowly she worked her way around to the other side. It was sticky there, and the taste was different. She thought he must have overflowed a little, in anticipation of her mouthing. How strange to taste a man's semen – his seed. It was the substance intended for a woman's womb, not her mouth. Marcy hesitated, thinking she should stop this unnatural act.
But Dr. Villiers had other ideas. Impatient with her tentative approach, he grabbed her by the hair and jammed the eight or nine inches of hard cock into her mouth as far as it would go.
"Never begin an experiment you don't intend to finish," he told her, rolling them both over so he was on top and could pound the heavy cock in and out between her lips.
Marcy tried to protest, but her tongue was slammed back against her tonsils and she couldn't make a sound. It was either suck or strangle. In desperation, she pursed her lips around the intruding member and started sucking. Almost at once, she was overwhelmed by the feel and taste of the prick in her mouth.
She worked her tongue free and began running it in circles around and around the awesome lance, while her lips sucked deeply. Time drifted by in a vague, shadowy way. Marcy breathed occasionally, and was vaguely aware that the pulsing of her cunt lips was alternating with her sucking mouth. There was a sweet-salt taste on her tongue, and she was acutely conscious of the feel of the shaft pulling almost free of her suctioning mouth. Then it would ram back in with such brutal force that it threatened to jar her teeth loose. But even that was part of the pleasure, of the joy she had never known before – the novel thrill of being used as a mere receptacle for hard cock.
Suddenly Dr. Villiers stiffened, and a low growl escaped his lips. Marcy felt the cock start to pulse, and frightened, tried to pull away. But as she began to turn her head, he pressed down, flattening his testicles against her chin and lower lip, and holding her fast with his hairy thighs.
"No, X-999, you must swallow it or the experimental data will be incomplete. You have hired out to engage in important research, and you must not hesitate to carry out each act to fulfillment, or you will invalidate the results," Dr. Villiers explained unemotionally, as his cum flooded her mouth.
Marcy swallowed, and the warm liquid shot down her throat. At the same moment she felt her own orgasm beginning. The lips of her cunt contracted, and the muscles deep inside spasmed, sending fresh moisture to dampen her thighs.
The doctor made a clucking sound. "Most interesting. Experimental Animal X-999 is capable of achieving orgasm without actual physical stimulation of the genital area. Apparently it occurred merely from the pleasure of sucking my cock." He released her head and stared at her thoughtfully. "This is quite fascinating, my dear, and leads me to the hypothesis that you derive more pleasure from serving than from being served. You will tend to be high up on the Sado-Masochist Scale, tending toward the Masochist end."
Marcy raised a shaky hand to wipe at her sticky lips, but Dr. Villiers intercepted it. "No, that would contaminate the sampling. You must swallow all my seed!"
"But…"
Villiers hit her twice with his open palm, rocking her head from side to side. "You are not permitted to talk back during experiments! You will be taught many things pertaining to the nature of your psyche while you are here, but you are not to comment on them! Do you understand?"
Marcy nodded, but she was more confused than ever. His whole attitude toward her was changing. Where he had simply regarded her as a human guinea pig before, he had now turned cruel in a deliberate, more personal way. And for some inexplicable reason, the sting of his palm on her cheek had started a fresh bubbling of excitement deep in the pit of her quivering pussy.
"Since you wish to be used, I shall use you," Villiers said. "I shall direct my experimentation toward the full awakening of your masochistic soul. When I am through with you for this session, you will be a better woman, more fit for the experiences that lie ahead with other individuals."
"No," Marcy protested weakly. "I didn't come here to be treated this way. I agreed to take part in a series of specific experiments and…"
Villiers' fist lashed out, and exploded like a rocket in her face. Her head rocked back, striking the head of the bed, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"You will also recall that the document you signed relieves me of any and all responsibility for physical or emotional injury you may sustain, and requires you to participate in any experiment I see fit to conduct, no matter how ignominious, degrading, or painful it may be to you."
"But I…"
"No! No more talk! You will be quiet like a mouse, and we will both learn much about the whorish nature of your psyche."
"No – I'm a good girl," Marcy whimpered. "I'm a virgin – a virgin."
"Technically, yes," he agreed, "but deep inside you have always been a whore, and from now on you will be Dirk Villiers' whore. Do you understand? You sucked my cock of your own free will, and that has made you my thing."
Marcy nodded meekly. With the force of his blow still making her head ring, that seemed to make sense.
"Of course, Doctor," she heard herself say. "You are right. I am a whore – a cheap, cock-sucking whore."
Just saying the words made her loins ache with lust. She rubbed her thighs together so that the inner lips of her sex would grind together and increase the feeling of pleasure.
"I'm a dirty, cock-sucking slut. What would you have your slutish whore do next? Will you break my cherry with your great strong cock, and leave me split and bleeding at your feet?"
Marcy had never dreamed words could be so wildly exciting. She increased the effect by throwing herself at his feet and starting to kiss them. She kissed her way along the instep of his foot, down under the arch, and over the sole. Then she paused to run her tongue between his toes, wriggling her bottom lustfully all the time. Was this Marcy McCall? Was this the tightly controlled, rigidly reserved virgin who was kneeling before this man, kissing his feet, and feeling her cunt throbbing with the pleasure of it?
"We will preserve the precious cherry for a later experiment," Villiers said. "Right now, I want you to roll over on your belly, spread your legs wide, and present your whorish ass for penetration by my prick."
"Yes, Doctor," she said obediently, still marveling at her new docility. If anyone had dared to suggest such a thing even a few hours ago, she would have been outraged beyond belief. Now she accepted it without question.
She rolled over onto her stomach, her hands stretched up over her head and her thighs spread wide to open the cheeks of her ass. Then she waited patiently, even eagerly, for the pain she knew was coming.
"Excellent!" Dr. Villiers said. "A whore in a whore's position, ready to be fucked as a whore should be."
Marcy squirmed ecstatically, rubbing her lusting loins against the mattress and stirring the already boiling juices to white-hot heat.
Then his heavy body was pressing down on hers, his erect cock tickling along her spine and over the mounds of her buttocks, before pressing into the deep crevice between.
"This is experiment number V-3 on subject X-999," Villiers said, apparently for the benefit of the hidden microphone and cameras. "The penetration by an aristocratic, king-sized cock of the ass of a common woman of the streets. She has been used by so many men that only her ass is tight enough to provide any sensation."
Marcy squirmed lustfully. "Yes – yes," she panted. "I've been used by so many cocks that I'm loose as hell in front."
Dr. Villiers leaned down close and whispered in her ear. "I assure you, my dear, this is going to hurt and hurt badly. But deep down in your heart of hearts, you will love every excruciating minute of it."
"Yes – yes," Marcy breathed, "hurt me, hurt me!"
She felt the hardness of his tool against her delicate little rosebud, and a shiver of fear mixed with excitement shook her. It was almost as though she were a blushing bride about to be taken by her masterful husband for the first time.
The monstrous rod was trying to enter now, straining to force open the tight bud of her anus, shoving hard against the barrier to the unused asshole.
"Ha! It is too tight. We must spread you more," Dr. Villiers said, getting his legs between her thighs and forcing them so wide apart that Marcy was sure she would rip up the middle. She held her breath for as long as she could, and then cried out with the pain.
"What's the matter, little whore? Am I hurting you?"
Marcy nodded, unable to speak, and he twisted a hand in her blonde hair, and yanked her head around so she could look into his stormy eyes. "That is good. Pleasure-pain is the object of this experiment, and you are the perfect subject for it. Hurt you is what we want to do, and hurt you we shall, until you scream and sob with the pure lustful pleasure of it. Do you understand?"
Marcy nodded again, and then felt the head of his iron rod pushing brutally into the tight passageway. It hurt! Oh God, it hurt! Red and black flashes of pure agony stabbed through her, and were followed by alternate waves of the most incredible sensual delight she had ever known.
She screamed silently as the knobby head, having breached the entrance of her anus, was halted by the powerful sphincter muscle.
"Such a tight little ass," Dr. Villiers said. "But you must relax this constricting band so I can probe its pink and brown depths with my hot prick."
"I'm trying – oh God, I'm trying!" Marcy gasped, pounding her fists on the bed. "Don't take it out – please – oh, it hurts so goooood!"
Villiers slapped her sharply on the butt. "Shake your ass, whore! Welcome the prick that pins you to the bed like the slut you are!"
He reared upward and plunged down again. Marcy shrieked as she felt herself cracking and tearing to accommodate the huge weapon. She was sure that a bar of steel rammed up her back passage could be no more searing.
"Let me help you feel more joy," Dr. Villiers said, his arms going around her, his hands seeking her breasts. At first she thought he intended to caress them to take her mind off the knifing, burning rawness her asshole had become.
But she found that he had no intention of depriving her of a single instant of agony. His fingers closed on her tender tit flesh, squeezing and twisting cruelly. Marcy screamed and howled at the sea of flaming pain which washed over her.
"Be quiet, little whore!" he hissed in her ear. "Do you want everyone to know what delicious pain you are enduring?"
"I-I'm s-sorry," she wailed, "I c-c-can't help it!"
"Then I'll have to assist you," he said, and twisted his upper body sideways so he could scoop up her bra and panties from the floor. Jamming the wet scrap of nylon into her mouth, he tied the gag in place with her bra. Marcy wondered what the tangy taste was, and then realized it was her own cunt juice. Somehow that made the whole situation perfect. How fitting that while her ass was being used as a fuckhole, she should be sucking her own cunt juice and sweat from her panties! How devastatingly degrading and humiliating it was! How much more fun this disgusting Marcy had than the cool virgin ever imagined!
"Now we can continue the experiment in proper laboratory silence," Dr. Villiers said, his steely fingers tormenting her breasts again, while his relentless shaft drove in an out of her as relentlessly as a piston.
The pain became a nightmare of piercing, white-hot flame. Her breasts felt as though they were being torn from her chest, and she was sure her asshole would rupture at any moment. But strangely enough, her cunt was awash with the secretions of lust.
Villiers' breathing was harsher and choppier as he reamed deeper into her, his balls slapping against her buttocks as he finally sank the full length of his cock into her belly. Fresh jolts of pain traveled along her nervous system to her brain, making the previous agony seem like a mere itch.
Marcy was screeching and choking behind the soggy gag of her panties when Villiers stiffened, jerked back, and slammed in again. "Aaarrrrgh!" he grunted, and repeated his movements twice more before his cock quivered and shot its load of sperm splashing against her inner walls. His cream burned the raw tissue like scalding acid. But through the pain, and because of the pain, Marcy became aware that her cunt was contracting violently, producing an orgasm of shattering proportions.
"Ah-ha!" Dr. Villiers said triumphantly, and slammed into her more viciously than ever, sending such tides of excruciating pain crashing through her that consciousness faded in a haze of purple agony. She tumbled into welcome darkness, only faintly aware that he was saying, "Experiment completed successfully, but laboratory animal may have expired from the supreme pleasure engendered by it."
Marcy was awakened by something hard being slapped against her cheeks. She opened her eyes and wished she hadn't. Villiers was straddling her, beating at her cheeks with his blood-streaked, gooey prick.
"Ah, the little whore is waking up, brought back to the land of the living by the cock she loves!"
The gag was gone from her mouth, and Marcy cried out as she tried to move. "Ouch! Oh, it hurts it hurts!"
"This will make it feel better," Dirk Villiers said, shoving the shaft of his cock between her lips. "There is your pacifier. Suck on that for a while."
Despite the fact that it was covered with her own blood, and she hated to think what else, Marcy opened her mouth obediently and began licking and sucking the meaty flesh.
"Later, my dear, I will permit you to achieve the total degradation you seek by letting you apply that active tongue to my asshole in another fascinating experiment," Dr. Villiers said. "You'll like that, won't you, X-999?"
Marcy nodded, not because of any desire to do what he suggested, but because she couldn't help herself. Apparently she couldn't help wanting anything this man said she was to do. She didn't know why, but she thought perhaps it had something to do with his utter lack of human feeling. His cold ruthlessness made him totally unlike other men she had known, men who had desired her madly, and whom she had spurned with her cold, unyielding chastity.
"On second thought, it might be best if I sent you away," he said, while she licked his cock with avid lips and tongue. "We have achieved nothing together scientifically. I was so engrossed in my exploration of what a degraded creature you are, that I neglected to make the necessary observations."
"Oh, please don't send me away – please!" Marcy begged, knowing she didn't ever want to give up the marvelous sense of lustful degradation he aroused in her. "Can't you make your observations now, while I'm sucking you?"
He looked at her for a long moment. "Well, perhaps. If you do it well enough, I may reconsider."
Marcy didn't wait to hear more. She began to assault his cock in earnest. She licked the round, purplish head, teasing the tiny opening in its tip with the point of her tongue. Then she used her fingers to stroke up and around the huge shaft, massaging it as she held it out of the way so she could draw the ripe balls into her mouth and roll them between her lips. He growled impatiently, and her mouth quickly traversed the length of the distended organ to the sensitive glans, threatening it with just the edge of her teeth before drawing the whole monstrous thing down into her throat.
Villiers grunted and settled more comfortably over her face, resting his balls against her chin. Again and again her mouth sucked him in, taking the full length of his prick, then letting it slowly escape before drawing it in deep once more. The hot, greedy sucking of her mouth astonished Marcy, but she wanted desperately to make him yield to that pull. Something in his face told her she must do it all herself this time, and make it good beyond anything he'd ever experienced before.
She clutched at his ass cheeks when she felt the quivering that told her he couldn't hold out much longer. The tight sheath of her throat was spongy and wet, and it constricted strongly as she tried to swallow him down to her stomach every time he sank in. Suddenly a wild cry burst from his lips, and his cock throbbed and fountained like a geyser, filling her mouth and overflowing onto her chin and neck.
A low growl of intense pleasure escaped him as Marcy sucked gush after gush of hot, creamy liquid from his pulsing shaft. It spurted and splashed in her throat, and her stomach was soon filled with it.
"Ummmmm! Ummmm!" She made odd moans and whimperings around the thick prick, her cheeks puffed out like balloons. But she didn't stop sucking. She wanted this experiment to be perfect, so she wouldn't be sent away from her joyous torment.
Again and again, when he seemed to have stopped, she sucked more juice from his throbbing flesh. When he finally collapsed, she kept right on licking the drooping staff, until it revived and stirred with returning life.
"Tomorrow you will begin a new series of experiments to test your reactions to troilistic and collectivist sex," he told her, when he had recovered a little.
"Will I like that?" she asked, when he removed his swollen cock from between her lips and rested it on the tip of her nose.
"My educated guess is that you will like it very much," he said. "My two red-headed omnivores, Kyle and Karla Karlow, will be your co-experimenters. And I may as well warn you, they will quite literally devour you."
Marcy made a face. "Why can't I just stay with you?"
"Because it's not scientific," he said. "What am I to learn from a simple one-to-one, male-female relationship? Nothing! The next step in your development is to learn-troilistic and collectivist techniques. We must experiment with these in depth, because they are the sex of the future. They will soon replace the outmoded, static sex acts of today."
Marcy didn't know what he was talking about, and she didn't want to know. All that interested her at the moment was the hard cock he kept just out of her reach. "Please, let me suck you – again."
"No. There is one more task we must complete before I leave you. I must relieve you of a certain condition that is an inconvenience to you and of considerable scientific interest to me – namely, your virginity."
Marcy was surprised. She had almost forgotten that she was still a virgin in the conventional sense.
"Now, let's get on with it," he said briskly. "Spread your legs! Experiment DV-100, Defloration of a Virgin, is about to begin."
Marcy whimpered as he drew the turgid cock down over her face, across her chin and neck, and onto her breasts. He let it linger there, rolling the massive pole over, under and around the showy mounds, setting her nipples on fire with the touch of his burning flesh.
"You have lovely breasts, X-999," he observed. "We shall extend our experiment to include fucking them." He pressed a hand to the outside curve of each lush globe, and squeezed them together around his mammoth shaft. Marcy thrilled to the feel of him ramming his prick between the sensitive inner slopes of her breasts.
"Ah, see how tightly they cling to my cock?" Dr. Villiers said. "See how your flesh loves my flesh, X-999?"
"Yes, yes," Marcy said, raising her head to watch his surging prick thrust forward and back between her breasts. She looked yearningly at the swollen crown, with its pearly drop of moisture oozing from the tiny tip. If only her tongue were long enough to reach it!
After a few more thrusts, Dr. Villiers tired of that game, and moved the heavy weight of his prick down her midriff and across her belly. She watched in mounting excitement as it passed her navel, and slithered through her silky pubic hair until it reached the pink lips of her cunt.
"Ah, here they are," Dr. Villiers said. "The gates to a woman's soul! The passage to her inner being. The reason for her existence. To me, the ultimate creation would be a woman who would be nothing but a cunt, who would live for nothing but to have her burning slit filled with cock day and night. Someday, a woman like that will rule the world."
"I have no desire to rule the world," Marcy said, "but I think I would like to feel your big cock filling my cunt."
"You are fortunate, my dear, that such a perfect prick is at hand to fuck you," Dr. Villiers said. "And it is not by accident that it grew to such proportions. It is the result of intense scientific training since boyhood, and constant manipulation by the well known sexologist, Dr. Alice Villiers, who happens to be my mother."
"Your mother?" Marcy's eyes were big as saucers. "Your mother touched you there?"
"Strictly in the interest of science," Dr. Villiers said calmly. "Her life's dream was to create a super sexed man, and where better to start than with her own son? Yes, from the time I was an infant, she sucked me, masturbated me, and fucked me. And all to intensify my awareness, my interest, and my stamina in the field of sexual exploration."
This frank admission of mother-son incest shocked and excited Marcy. But there was no time to dwell on that now. Dirk Villiers was positioning his rock-hard cock between the open lips of her cunt. She savored the sound of that word in her mind: cunt – cunt – cunt! He was about to drive his fucking cock up her cunt! She wiggled her bottom expectantly, and felt her inner muscles contract with the need to be penetrated and filled.
"Please – please!" she heard herself begging, as the hot prick separated the outer cunt lips, and shivers of fear and passion danced along her nerves. "Do it! Do it!"
"Do what?" Dr. Villiers asked. "You know the word, X-999! Say it!"
"Yes, yes, I know it!" Marcy choked. She gasped and sputtered, and finally managed to nudge the word out past her clenched teeth. "F-fuck me! There, I said it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Good girl!" Villiers said. "You have passed another milestone in your liberation from Puritanism. Now we shall proceed to honor your request."
The hard head of his cock sank in a little, and Marcy felt a fullness and a stretching as his relentlessly probing shaft moved deeper into her sensitive sheath, until it came to a halt against the barrier of her hymen.
"Wait – wait," she pleaded, trying to hold him off with her hand on his flanks.
"Does it hurt?" he asked. "Does my huge cock stretch your little cunt, until you are afraid it will be ripped from its moorings and driven out through your back?"
"Yes – yes," she panted, drawing her knees up and pounding her feet on the bed. "It hurts – it hurts so deliciously!"
"And that is what we are striving for, isn't it?" he said, drawing back slightly and then ramming into her full force, putting all the strength of his powerful buttocks and thighs into the attack.
Marcy screeched, and skyrockets burst in her brain as she felt the hymen give, and something warm and wet ooze out around the mammoth mass of him. It was blood, she knew, and it signaled that she was finally and forever deflowered.
"More – more – more!" she grunted, and his ruthlessly pounding cock pinned her to the bed, slamming relentlessly into her and driving her whole body forward, until her blonde head was butting against the headboard. His hands were holding her legs spread so wide that they were almost perpendicular to her hips. Her golden-tressed cunt was fully open to his violent assault, like the gates of a conquered city to the victorious invader.