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Had she been awake to witness what was happening to her, Chrissy would have felt like she was on the inside of a bizarre scientific nightmare.
A man and woman in white lab coats were now working feverishly to bind her into total immobility. Once they were assured that the girl was fast asleep from the gassing, they undid the straps that held her to the recliner; Miss Poe undoing her ankles while Mr. Jackson loosed the freshman's arms and waist. Chrissy was leaned forward and her arms pushed together at the elbows behind her back. A black leather sleeve was produced from a non-descript backpack that had been carried into the room. The armbinder was slipped over her hands and elbows, encasing her arms all the way to the base of her shoulders and tightened instantly with nylon straps.
Tossed back into the chair against her bound arms, the brunette's legs were bent until her knees were pushed completely against her chest and her lower legs pressed against the backs of her thighs. While Jackson held the unconscious girl into a ball, his fellow grad assistant used one…two…three…then four leather belts to strap her bent body together tightly.
Once the girl was secured into such a surprisingly small package, the male T.A. slipped out the door, checking to make sure the hallway was clear, which it typically was by this hour of the evening. As he moved across the hallway, his counterpart carried out the finishing touches on her research subject.
She pulled Pam's nearly undone pony tail back into shape just long enough to fix it in a thick French braid that was tied off at the end with a thin leather shoelace. A black leather head harness, similar to the one featured in Pam's videotape was then stretched over Chrissy's unknowing face. The black leather straps framed the coed's tiny features in a frighteningly erotic fashion, as did the glistening red ballgag that was slipped between her lips. One hard tug of the buckle under her chin and the ball pushed its way deep into her slackened jaw.
From the left pocket of her lab coat Miss Poe revealed a black spandex hood. With the braid tucked behind the girl's next and being careful not to dislodge the earpieces, the hood was stretched over her head so that the thick padding of the sewn-in blindfold was placed perfectly over her closed eyes.
From the right pocket she produced a white plastic egg and a tiny remote control. With a click of the remote the egg hummed to life, bringing a devilish smile to the woman's thin lips. Poe crouched at the base of the chair, looking up at the sleeping student, bound in a ball and leaning over to one side against the arm of the chair. With one hand she reached into the girl's gym shorts and curled her fingers around the lip of her panties.
The lingering dampness made her smile even wider.
The crotch of her underwear held aside with one hand, the other hand brought the egg up to the student's exposed pussy. With a gentle push, it disappeared inside of her. And with another click of the remote, Miss Poe leaned forward to listen for the hum from deep between the girl's still-sweaty thighs.
Hmmm, the grad student thought to herself. That will be a most pleasant surprise to wake up to.
As if on cue, Jackson returned to the room with a rolling cabinet. The heavy door to the soundproof room shut behind him, the lid on the top of the cabinet was opened and the two graduate students carefully lifted their bound lab rat and laid her down inside. Her tiny frame fit perfectly into the confinement of the metal box even with the lid closed and padlock applied.
“Are we ready to roll?” He asked his associate with a smile, trying to mask his nervousness.
“Yes, I believe we are.” She smiled back and held up the white remote to which he shook his head in joking disbelief.
“I'm sorry I missed the installation of that particular instrument. Which reminds me…I almost forgot.”
Jackson reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPod. With a couple of flicks of the menu wheel he called up the menu titled “Chrissy Sounds”. As he hit play, a looped hour-long recording began to transmit from a small low pulse FM antenna plugged into the iPod's earphone jack. The recording would be totally silent from the outside, but the girl's earpieces were now resonating in her ears.
As she slept through her bondage, the freshman subject would do so to the sounds of rabid fucking. The moans and slapping of skin would be punctuated by the voice of the cock-sucking woman from Chrissy's custom-made coercion video. “Welcome to your new world, Chrissy. Can you hear the people fucking? Doesn't it sound delicious you little slut…Chrissy slut…”
The two future professors rolled the cabinet out into the hallway, looking back to make sure the lab room had been returned to its normal decidedly asexual state. As they rolled their acquisition down the hallway, they stopped to grab an armload of microscopes and textbooks, piling them onto the top of the rolling metal cabinet. The transportation of academic tools was the perfect reasoning as to why any witnesses would happen to see two grad students loading a metal cart into a University van at 6:30 in the evening.
Little could any of the bystanders know that beneath that pile of scientific instruments was the beginning of an on-going experiment. A sleeping woman, bound, silenced, and quietly vibrated. When finally awake, Chrissy's life would never be the same again.
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