The second chunk of a new Serena and Alice story, which I’ll publish in three chunks (it starts with part 3 below, because the parts I’m posting it in are not the same as the parts of the story and… and… oh it all made sense at the time).
This story gets quite heavy, particularly towards the end, with scenes of torture, non-consensual physical harm and even death done to (supposedly) humorous effect. If you don’t like that, that’s absolutely fine, and you don’t have to read it. It’s also a love story.
The story so far: Alice is visiting her friend Serena, who is a real scientist! Read all about it here.
and Alice: Something for the boys 2/3
|Serena’s experimental subjects are all kept in carefully controlled conditions, to ensure that there are no distractions or environmental conditions that might affect the results of experiments. Otherwise the science doesn’t work.|
inhibit release of semen in day-to-day life” Serena remarked, once Experiment3564G
had left the room. “No orgasms. But what do you think happens if you do the
opposite, and close the tubes permanently?”
screen. “Actually, I’ll come back to
that a little later” she said. “They
might be ready by then.”
mounting enthusiasm. “You’ve seen
continuous release. But what about a continuous orgasm? What if a man’s orgasm,
once started, just went on and on?”
disappointment. “You’re not here to increase their sexual pleasure, after
“Send in Experiment 7658H!” she called.
handcuffed behind his back. When he
glanced nervously up, Alice felt a sudden delighted shock of recognition. It was someone she’d known at school –
called…oh, Carl? Clive? Colin!
That was it. This was Colin. She’d quite liked Colin, she recalled. How very enjoyable this was going to be. There was always something rather special
about watching men that you knew suffer.
And despite her misgivings about Serena’s promise of a ‘continuous orgasm’,
she thought it pretty likely that this one was going to suffer. Serena had occasionally conducted experiments
that did not involve pain, humiliation and mutilation, but only when strictly
necessary in the interest of scientific progress. And even then, generally she made sure the
subjects suffered in other ways. It was part of her dedication.
recognition. Briefly, an expression of
wild, desperate hope started to spread across his face before Alice smiled
sweetly, gently shook her head and settled down with eyes half closed to watch
out the altered features that Colin – or Experiment 7658H as he now was, and
would be forever – now possessed.
orgasms” she explained. “But actually,
once they’ve started, orgasms would just keep going unless they receive a
chemical signal to stop. So we suppress
that chemical signal.”
on the side of the Experiment’s testicles.
“There’s a gland in there.” she explained. “We just drill in” – and at this point, Colin
looked a little faint, as if assailed by an unpleasant memory – “and then burn
it out. Then we do the other side” and
Colin obediently turned to show an identical scar on the other side of his ball
at her friend expectantly, but Alice sat in silence. She still thought it
sounded rather nice – once the testicle-drilling was out of the way, of course.
When did you last come?”
Mistress.” Colin replied, uneasily.
thought. “I’m kept naked and alone in a
room with nothing but a mattress and a bucket which serves as my toilet and
exasperation. “All boys masturbate, if
they can. Those handcuffs are hardly going to stop you. You could rub yourself up against a
wall. Why don’t you?”
presence seemed to have been overcome, because his penis was steadily firming
up – and very soon began to rise.
tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.
And that seemed to remind her of something, as she opened her phone again as if
to check something before turning back to the matter at hand.
penis in front of her, which was now rigidly upright, and purple at the tip.
she whispered seductively. “Mmmm. So desperate to come. “ She unbuttoned her
blouse a little and Colin turned desperately to look at Alice who, realising
the game, gently drew her skirt up to expose her stocking tops.
Any moment now. So if I just – “
leaned forward until her face was nearly touching the engorged cock,
parted her lips slightly and –
hard, the sudden burst of air making the penis sway back and forth. Colin groaned.
she murmured, and blew again, this time causing the head to tap gently against
the man’s quivering stomach. This was
more than enough for Colin, and he instantly started to grunt violently, as his
penis jerked about uncontrollably.
being splattered (to Colin’s extreme good fortune, it must be said. He thought his life in the featureless cell
was hellish, but it was as nothing compared to the life he would have led –
admittedly rather briefly – had a drop of his semen polluted Serena’s person or
was grunting, in the usual way in which males experiencing an orgasm betray
their close affinity to pigs and cattle.
seminal fluid out from the sort of spongy stuff it’s stored in, up the tubes
and – well, all over the floor just for now.”
could stand to have that sort of thing going on inside them. Vanilla sex.
It made her flesh creep just thinking about it.
becoming louder, and a little more urgent.
remarked. “Already quite a lot longer
than the average orgasm. He’s expelled –
oh, maybe three or four times the usual amount.
And he’s still going on, as you see.”
continued into its second minute. The
semen continued to come out, but simply emerging and flowing away to the side,
now, lacking the volume to become airborne.
But still it kept on coming – and so did Colin. His balls were pumping as hard as ever, and
now his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor, still shrieking, his
genitals still thrashing around as if being whipped. And clearly, it was at least as painful as
being whipped too.
drops are squeezed” – and here she
smiled as , with perfect timing, a particularly strong contraction resulted In
the emergence of another drop, and a despairing howl from Colin – “from the
tissue, it really starts to hurt.”
|Of course, to do science properly you need a lot of precision-made equipment.|
remember when I used to let David have more than one orgasm” she agreed. “It gets really sore. After a bit, he didn’t want any more. Used to say it was like having someone
scraping a nail inside your balls and penis, when you’re coming but there’s
really nothing left.”
that. Actually, you know, I tested it
and it’s not true. Having a nail
scraping along inside the testicles feels quite different” and she wiggled her
beautifully manicured crimson fingernails at Alice with a wicked grin.
It really hurts. Of course, it
depends how potent the man is to begin with, how long they’ll enjoy it. This process here” – and she indicated the
writhing man before them – “is the equivalent of about six orgasms a minute. So Colin here, who is now on about his fourth
minute, is nearly at the equivalent of his twentieth. And he wasn’t very potent
to begin with – strictly a once-a-night man.”
Once-a-night indeed! David was a
four times a year man. It was amazing to
think that the man in front of her had just experienced more sexual activity
than David could expect in five years.
Well – she checked her watch – more like six years now.
after five minutes or so. But his balls
keep on trying. On and on, squeezing and
jerking away. And then he’s sore for weeks afterwards, of course.”
punishment” Alice said, in wonder.
“They needn’t be, you know” she said softly, and held her arms out. And the two girls giggled and shrieked their
way to their own form of continuous orgasm, while below them Experiment7658H
(“Colin”, Alice thought deliciously, now what was his second name?) screamed blue murder as he lay on the floor,
jerking uncontrollably in a pool of seven weeks of his own semen production, in
the hellish agony that was now his sexual life.
|Ready to do some science.|