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RESEARCH PROJECT: M - Chapter Four 
(MF, interr BM-WF, reluc, cheat, hypno, drug, Mdom, lt. bondage, oral,
anal)
By callipigiman-*AT*-hotmail.com
Copyright (C) 2002 by the author

Author's Note -- This story is sexual in nature. If you don't like sex
stories, or are under age 18, you should head on down the road and
find something else to pass your time.

Please do not repost in other fora without my permission. Do not
include in collections (profit or non-profit) without my permission.

We who write thrive on your comments and recognition of what we have
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kudos, or even your dislikes. Suggestions for further stories also
considered. Enjoy the show.

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***Yet again, to Melissa, the inspirer of the story.
***You make my nights very interesting,
***and my fantasies almost more than I can bear.
***Grazie, cara mia!***

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"My dear Dr. Nichols, I cannot tell you how pleased I am that you have
chosen to join our little effort to better the lot of humankind and
further medical knowledge," Dr. Olakayude said as he took Melissa's
hand. "To have a professional such as yourself on our staff is a great
honor for us, and we hope, something of which you will be proud as our
association continues."

Melissa smiled and blushed at the welcome accorded her by the Board of
the research project. She had expected a brief meeting with Dr.
Olakayude (which for some reason she had approached with a sense of
dread) and then a quick introduction to her duties and their
expectations. Instead, the Director had greeted her, had Jason give
her a cup of tea, and then ushered her down to the main conference
room.

A light brunch was being laid out, and a number of the "upper
management" had come to meet the new doctor on staff. Melissa was
surprised at the extent of the welcome.

Short, heavy Dr. Lagone Huzumbe smiled and patted her hand. "Ah, we
are a joyous people, we Nigerians," he laughed. "We accept any and
every opportunity to have a party! All the more so when the cause is a
pretty and talented young doctor!"

"Which makes you different from Americans, how?" countered his close
associate, Dr. Charles Savimbo-Mason, whose mother had been from
Zimbabwe, and father from the U.S. He had played football for Duke
University in his youth, and still looked the part of quarterback. A
round of laughter ran through the room at the sally.

"We know when to quit, and get back to work," Dr. Huzumbe responded,
and everyone seemed to agree. "In any event, it is the delightful Dr.
Nichols for whom we are here, not arguments about the
`party-hardiness' of our peoples!"

"What of you, Dr. Nichols, do you know how to party-hardy?" asked the
lean, hawk-faced Dr. Mirike Chevalwala. His skin tone was lighter than
the other men, and Dr. Olakayude mentioned that he too was the product
of a mixed race marriage: mother from India, and father from Kenya.

Whenever Dr. Chevalwala looked at her, Melissa shivered. He had an
expression that disturbed her, like he was undressing her and
then...doing things to her. She shuddered, but her imagination still
insisted on providing mental pictures, and she hated herself for
getting excited as she thought of them. Of course, she had no way of
knowing that her drink had been treated once again with Jonas' special
sperm, or that the copious incense sticks which filled the air with
pleasant odors were working on her subconscious.

"In my college days I was known to be able to party with the most
intense of my friends," Melissa answered with a careful smile. "I
suppose I've matured since then--my husband and I go out from time to
time, but no more crazy nights as students are apt to have." Out of
nowhere, she felt a sudden rush of heady sexual excitement as she
recalled some of her escapades in college, and she blushed prettily.

Everyone laughed, some with knowing grins, aware of just how much the
attractive young obstetrician would be exposed to the "party life" of
the project.

The conversation moved on to other areas. A group of doctors, heading
various sections of the project, was introduced. The names blurred
after the first few, being a mix of Nigerian and American mostly, with
the occasional European or Asian name tossed in to confuse her memory
more. As they flowed by, Melissa was intrigued by the variety of
medical arts represented.

"You have quite a variety of specialists on staff," she commented
during a brief lull.

"Indeed, we have a gastro-enterologist, a proctologist, an expert in
circulation, and of course for our female subjects, an obstetrician:
you," said the Director. "There are still others, as well. We are
concerned with the functioning of the lower regions of the human body,
both male and female. Thus we must have medical personnel who know
about such things."

Another group of doctors approached, and Melissa turned her attention
to them, shaking hands and expressing her delight at meeting so many
distinguished professionals. She found them all charming, attentive,
and friendly. She also noted that, except for a handful, they were all
black. They ran the gamut from almost blue-black, like Dr. Mason,
through the rich, dark chocolate of Dr. Olakayude, to the light-coffee
color of Dr. Chevalwala.

She felt a delicious thrill in her loins when her mind made that
connection, and had a momentary mental image of all of the doctors
naked, surrounding her, their cocks straining toward her own nude
body. She bit her lip and fought back her rising lust, but there was
that niggling hunger far down inside that urged her to cast off her
clothing, her inhibitions, and her morals, and offer herself freely to
any and all.

She was rescued by Jonas stepping into the room and ringing a small
gong, announcing, "Mesdames et monsieurs, brunch is served."

The meal was mouth-watering, and Melissa enjoyed it as she had not
enjoyed food for a very long time. Living on a medical student's
budget, and with a husband who didn't make a great deal of money, one
learned some very creative ways to make macaroni and cheese. This was
heaven, though.

Of course, she did not know that her meal had been specially treated
with Jonas' "sweet cream", as well as one or two other drugs, to make
her more receptive to her "first day examination".

The meal finished, a final round of handshakes and welcomes to the
project, and then Dr. Olakayude was leading her out of the conference
room.

"Now, my dear Dr. Nichols--" he began.

"Please, doctor, call me Melissa, at least in private conversation."
The older doctor smiled warmly.

"Of course, Melissa. It is a lovely name." He placed his hand on her
shoulder and guided her through a security door, flashing his badge at
the guard who stood there. "We here enter the project proper. You must
always remember to bring your badge or other appropriate
identification when coming here. The guards would not hurt anyone who
tried to penetrate the complex without authorization, but one would be
uncomfortable after they ejected one from the building."

They continued down the sterile white corridor to a pair of double
doors. Next to them was a large window. Dr. Olakayude motioned toward
it and Melissa glanced in.

The large room beyond was an operating theater. Two levels of seating
circled a raised platform with standard medical equipment positioned
on it. The theater itself was fairly plush and Melissa was impressed.

"Very nice, Doctor," she said. "I wasn't aware you did invasive
medical procedures here."

"It is sometimes necessary, in the course of our research. We have
been at the forefront of new techniques dealing with work on the lower
regions of the human body." Dr. Olakayude smiled. "It is an honor to
help people, don't you think?"

Melissa could not help but agree. After all, it was her sincerest wish
to open her clinic someday for the express purpose of helping women
with their medical needs. She smiled back at the
salt-and-pepper-haired Director.

In addition to a pair of operating theaters, there was a smaller
lecture hall and a number of conference rooms. Two of those were
occupied, and in them he introduced Melissa to the "non-governing"
staff. This was followed by a round of congratulations, hand-shaking
and, as they departed, some shrewd smirks and more than a few licked
lips as they watched her firm, young ass wiggle out the door.

"Next is the in-patient wing," Dr. Olakayude offered.

"You have in-patients, outside the structure of the Hospital?" Melissa
asked, surprised. No other project was allowed that level of
independence.

"Alas, yes," he replied. "Some of our research is classified, and so
we had to receive special permission and orders from government
authority to have our own closed, in-patient area. We have space for
as many as 20 subjects. The additional expense is substantial."

"You aren't doing human testing?" Melissa asked suspiciously. Dr.
Olakayude laughed.

"You don't know how often I get asked that," he said, still chuckling
as he patted her hand. "No, my dear, no human medical testing. We do
test with some placebos and medications of course, but nothing `mad
scientist' or outside the parameters of NIH or other standards groups,
I assure you. Ah, and there is some psychological testing. We have
some portions of the project which look into how the body and mind
react to certain urgings." He looked sidelong at Melissa. "There may
be a place for you in that area, once we have our obstetrics
department up and working well. I understand you have an interest in
such things."

"Good heavens, I wrote one paper my first year of medical school on
female reactions to stimulus of non-erogenous areas on the legs, neck,
and arms. I did it mostly as a lark when my boyfriend of the time
dared me to research and write something `tittillating'. I can't
believe you found a copy!"

"It was good work, doctor. You did receive an A on it, and we are
always looking for good work that may contribute to our success, to
the ongoing purposes of the project." He smiled down at her
benevolently. She flushed, his praise making her feel very
self-conscious, but also very proud.

"There are just two more areas in the project facilities," Dr.
Olakayude said, "and we shall visit just one, since they are
essentially identical. These are our recreation facilities."

He opened a non-descript door and guided Melissa into a sybaritic
wonderland.

Within was a lushly furnished lounge, with plush upholstered chairs
and sofas, a large-screen television, a large conversation pit area,
and many other amenities. To the right was a door on which hung a sign
that read "locker rooms". Next to it was a large window that showed a
gymnasium and exercise area..

"We also have a swimming pool and handball/racquetball courts," the
director said proudly. "And on the other side, we have massage
cubicles, a sauna, private video and relaxation rooms, a small
computer lab, and a well-stocked kitchen. We have similar facilities
available to our subjects as well."

"I am impressed, Dr. Olakayude. It is evident that the project does
very important work and has impressed some very important people. I
must say I am quite excited to be a part of it!" Melissa spoke
earnestly, but the Director was laughing inside.

I have no doubt you are excited, my dear, and you will become even
more excited as the day goes on, yes indeed. "I thank you for your
kind words. The project has been my life-dream, and I am delighted and
amazed that it flourishes so well. But we serve a need, as my mother
used to say, and thus we succeed." He put a hand on her shoulder in a
gesture of apparent camaraderie. "Now, let us adjourn to the entry
lab. As we go, you may ask any questions you may have. Then we can
have your initial examination out of the way, after which we will take
you to your office and let you get settled."

 As they walked down the main corridor, Melissa shook her head. "I
must admit, Dr. Olakayude, I still don't have a very firm
understanding of the purpose of the project."

He smiled, his teeth bright in his friendly, black face. "Perhaps
because it is a many-faceted thing, Dr. Nichols, just as life is. For
the most part we are looking into the general physical health, below
the waist as it were."

Melissa pondered this, and still came up with "null" as the answer to
her question. She tried another tack. "Where does all this research
lead though? What is the prime directive, if I may borrow a phrase
from Star Trek?"

"Hahaha, well my dear doctor, that is something that we do not easily
reveal to anyone outside the Board. Some might find it shocking. But
we have substantial backing and great interest in what we are doing."

"How does my practice enter into things then? Am I really contributing
to the success of the Project or am I just a maintenance person?"
Melissa was still trying to make sense of what the project hoped to
accomplish, and she could not find any reasonable medical explanation
for what they were doing.

"Believe me, Melissa, as you advance in the Project, you will join the
ranks of those who know what it is all about," the Director said with
assurance. "You may even become one of the most important persons in
the Project!"

With those prophetic and mysterious words, they arrived at the
entrance lab, where a thin-lipped Dr. Chevalwala stood, waiting.

Dr. Olakayude could see the tension in Melissa's shoulders as he
greeted his colleague and shared some small talk about the tour he had
led her on. He knew she was uncomfortable around the other doctor, and
he felt an inward warmth that this would certainly develop into an
interesting scene. He knew he would want to watch this one, even if he
wasn't required to. Whether the slut in this young woman could
overcome the loving wife with someone she really did not like would be
a most interesting test.

Melissa meanwhile shook Dr. Chevalwala's outstretched hand, quickly
drawing back afterward, her skin crawling from the cool, moist touch
of his flesh. "Welcome to my domain," he said with a meaningfully wry
smile. "It is my job to take measurements and verify your state of
health, physical and mental, as you begin your work for the project.
So let us begin. Please remove your clothing while I finish my
preparations."

Dr. Olakayude patted Melissa's shoulder. "Do not let him bother you,
doctor. He is as terse and cynical with everyone. I will be in my
office, please come there when you are finished."

She nodded, not really paying attention as the Director left the room.
She did not see the wicked grin on his face, nor did she see him take
four steps down the corridor and open a door which led into a small
cubicle whose single window was a one-way mirror looking into the lab
where she sat. Instead, she was watching Dr. Chevalwala.

He had turned to a wooden box much like the ancestor-shrine in the
Director's office. She could not see into it, and wondered if it held
a huge black, wooden phallus.

Her breath caught in her throat. Where did that thought come from? She
did not understand why such an image had come to mind. Why had that
perverse notion surfaced?

Dr. Chevalwala had lit four incense sticks that he placed in the
little sand container in front of the box. The scent filled the room
quickly and Melissa smiled slightly. It was spicy and pleasant, and
made her feel relaxed, just as it had done yesterday in Dr.
Olakayude's office.

    Two thick black cocks, in front of her face. One spurting 
    thick, creamy jism into her tea. On her knees, stroking the 
    cocks. Wanting them. Fingering herself wildly. Wanting sex. 
    Wanting to fuck. Wanting--

"You will remove your clothing and step upon the scales please, Dr.
Nichols." The sharp clap of his hands and the harshness of the voice
when Dr. Chevalwala spoke caused Melissa to jump, pulling her hand
from its resting place on her tummy just above her skirt-covered sex.
She shook her head, not sure how it had gotten there, almost touching
herself.

Without argument she stood and began peeling off her dark blue skirt
and suit. At the same time, she noticed the doctor toying with a gold
pen he had removed from his pocket. When he saw her attention, he
smiled slightly and said, "Buonnotte!"

CLICK

Melissa suddenly felt totally comfortable, completely at ease. Her
eyes became slightly unfocused as she looked around the lab. She
breathed deeply, savoring the smell of the incense and enjoying the
tingle it brought to her body.

She also felt very wet and VERY horny. Images of her past sexual
escapades roared through her memory and she could not stop them.
Mostly, she did not want to stop them. She recalled Kevin's violent
fuck of that morning and though the thought of him left her a bit cold
at the moment, the remembrance of the force of their sex had her pussy
dripping and every bit of her exposed flesh tingling with
anticipation. She was hungry, as she had not been hungry in years.

Glancing at Dr. Chevalwala coyly, she slid the straps of her bra down,
slowly revealing her firm, round breasts. When he did not seem to
notice, she assumed a most attractive pout. The bra dropped to the
floor. She then toyed with her blue cotton panties, sliding them
seductively down her legs. She openly ran her fingers over her
carefully shaved mound, teasingly showing the swelling, butterfly
lips.

Again, he did not seem to care. Melissa hmmphed and kicked the panties
to lay with her other clothes. She then started to slide her
thigh-high stockings down.

"Leave them," Dr. Chevalwala said sharply. "Get on the scale NOW. I do
not have time to waste with you, slut."

Melissa gasped at the insulting term, and Dr. Olakayude in his private
observation room winced. Count on Mirike to foul things up at the very
start. He sighed and began to get up, wondering how he would salvage
the situation.

He was halted by what he heard next, and sank back into his seat,
astonished.

"This slut is sorry, Sir, please forgive my slowness."

Melissa had kicked off her heels and scurried to the scales, stepping
up before speaking. Now she stood, proudly naked but for her thigh
stockings. She watched as Dr. Chevalwala walked over to her, gazing
steadily at her as he moved the gold pen slowly back and forth.

"A pleasant surprise, Dr. Nichols," his light, sardonic voice hummed
in her ears. "You have surrendered very easily. Why is that?" He was
standing right next to her now, continuing to hold the pen at her eye
level as he adjusted the scales.

"I don't understand," she said softly, her voice low and erotic.
"Surrendered?"

"I have called you a slut, and you have accepted that. Why?"

Melissa bit her lip and whimpered, tears springing to her eyes. Dr.
Chevalwala looked up at her, his lean face stern.

"Tell me NOW, slut!" he demanded.

"Because I am a slut," she whispered. "I keep thinking about sex all
the time. I keep thinking about cocks fucking me, the way I used to
get fucked in school. I think about sex and I can't stop. I see naked
men and I want to have their cocks. Even my husband thinks I'm a
slut." The tears were flowing freely now.

Dr. Chevalwala said nothing then, picking up his clipboard and making
notations of the information from the scales. He then stepped over to
a desk at the side of the room, and rummaged in a drawer. After a
moment, he found what he was looking for, and he walked back to stand
by Melissa, his face blank. He took her arm and pulled her from the
scales, leading her over to the shrine.

Standing her directly in front of the wooden box, he placed his hand
in the middle of her back. "Bend over," he commanded. "Look into the
box. Breathe deeply of the incense. And tell me what you see."

Melissa bent at the waist and Dr. Olakayude had to struggle to resist
the urge to moan at the sight of her perfect twin ass cheeks, round
and shaking slightly in the cool air of the lab. The wide cleft
between the globes was a delightful shadow, and at the base where the
orbs split and spread lay a rosy pucker. A little below that, the
butterflied pink lips of her pussy glistened wetly in the overhead
lights.

Dr. Chevalwala maintained his composure as he awaited Melissa's
response.

Her mouth was open and she was inhaling strongly, the smoke from the
incense sticks rising directly into her mouth and nose. She could feel
her nipples stiffen, her pussy become even more moist, and her tiny
rosebud clenching with the vivid images that were playing through her
mind. All thought of her husband, her profession, her morality, fled
out the window.

She gazed into the shrine and there was the fat, black, carved
phallus. It seemed to glow with an interior light as she stared at it,
and throbbed up like a real cock would. Melissa could not resist the
urge, just as she could not the day before, to reach out and touch the
massive head of the totem--and it felt as previously, like heated,
spongy flesh!

"What do you see, SLUT?!" demanded Dr. Chevalwala, and he revealed
what he had removed from the desk.

It was a dark wooden handle wrapped with cord, and from the end
dangled six strands of leather, knotted at the far end. He flipped the
strands of the tawse over Melissa's glorious ass, and the leather
snapped loudly against her firm flesh.

SWICK!!!!

"OOOWWWW!!!" she squealed as the leather bit into her sensitive
bottom, bringing a hint of redness to it. But it had the desired
effect.

"A cock, a big black beautiful cock, oh my god it's so thick and
swollen and delicious!" Melissa was moaning as she touched the phallus
in the shrine, and her other hand slid down between her thighs. Both
Dr. Olakayude and Dr. Chevalwala could see her fingers from behind,
working her puffy, drenched lips.

SWICK!!!!

The flogger came down on her ass again, and Melissa straightened up,
her hands flying back to cover her tender bottom. "OWWW, why are you
being so MEAN?!"

"Because you are a slut, and you deserve it, don't you?"

SWICK!!!!

Melissa cried out again and shuddered as the hard leather knots curled
around the curves of her cheeks and bit into the tender flesh of her
pussy.

SWICK!!!!

"YESSSSS, I'M A SLUT AND I DESERVE THIS FOR BEING SO WICKED!" she
screamed.

Dr. Chevalwala delivered six more strokes, marking the pale ass with
red streaks, then turned toward the mirror at the end of the room
behind which Dr. Olakayude was watching intently. His face bore a
smile of triumph. He reached out and grabbed Melissa's hair and
forcibly dragged her across the room to a large cage-like platform. A
variety of attachments and devices hung from it, and it appeared as
the twisted dream of a mad scientist.

"Wh-what's that?" whimpered the young pretty doctor. Her tormentor
smiled grimly.

"Nothing like you are thinking, slut. It is simply a measurement
device, not a device of torture. Get in."

Melissa scrambled into the frame and Dr. Chevalwala quickly began
attaching electrodes and cups and other items to her body. For the
next 30 minutes, he examined readings and made notations in her file,
checking almost everything about her and quantifying it for the
reference of the rest of the project.

During the process, his hands were all over her naked body. They were
not tender touches, yet she could not help becoming more and more
excited as the drugs and incense took their toll on what little
remained of her defenses. Two cups measured her breast size, and then
before he removed them, a vacuum generator sucked the globes
mercilessly, causing her nipples to become thick and turgid. When he
pulled the cups away, he used a tiny silver compass to measure the
swollen tips as she gasped and moaned.

Another device pressed into her pussy, measuring the length of her
slit, mechanically stretching her lips wide, and even plunging a probe
deep inside to test her depth. Melissa wailed and writhed as they
withdrew, before she had an opportunity to climax.

All over her body the frame measured and probed. By the time it
finished, and Dr. Chevalwala had completed his manual checks, Melissa
was a quivering, whimpering mass of sexual frustration.

The light-skinned black man helped her down from the device and led
her to a padded examination table. It was very familiar to her, from
the stirrups to the inclined backrest. However, there were also
restraints hanging from the corners and stirrups, brown leather cuffs
that she knew were going to be attached to her ankles and wrists to
prevent her from moving.

Melissa jumped when Dr. Chevalwala slapped her buttocks.

"Get up, slut. Hurry up, I have other appointments today."

She climbed onto the table and placed her feet in the stirrups. The
lean, mulatto doctor quickly pulled up the cuffs and secured them
around her shapely legs, pulling the chains that attached them to the
table until they were tight.

Melissa lay back, aware of how obscenely she was spread with her feet
in the stirrups and her shaved pussy open to the gaze of the
dispassionate doctor. She felt delightfully wicked, displayed in this
way. She wished there were a large window into the lab such as existed
in the operating theater she had seen. She wanted to be watched,
wanted to be open for an audience.

She felt wetness oozing out between her widespread pussy lips,
dripping slowly down her slit, across the perineum and onto her tight
little anus. The sensation was incredibly erotic. She began to reach
down to rub her throbbing clit.

Dr. Chevalwala stepped swiftly to her side and grabbed her wrist,
pulling her arm back over her head. "There will be no touching of your
cunt, slut," he said harshly, reaching down to take her other arm and
pull it up as well. "Join hands," he ordered, and she did so.
 
Melissa's arms were quickly and efficiently bound together with duct
tape, then pulled down behind the inclined portion of the exam table.
Her muscles protested the uncomfortable position, but her whimpers of
protest elicited no response from the unemotional medic.

"Now we must make another depth check," Dr. Chevalwala said, "since
you were so unprofessional as to become excited in the measuring
mechanism, thereby invalidating the readings. I dare say a manual
check is called for, quite probably in both orifices."

As Melissa watched, moaning in a combination of pain and anticipation,
the doctor unfastened the bottom three buttons of his lab coat.
Pulling the white cloth to either side displayed his khaki trousers.
The front panel bulged out suggestively, and Melissa shivered.

Dr. Chevalwala drew down his zipper and looked at the woman lying on
the table. "Now we shall test your depth in the proper manner, slut.
And you will enjoy it, won't you?"

Melissa stared as he pulled his cock free, leaving it jutting
obscenely from the opening in his khakis. The solid-looking shaft was
at least 10 inches in length, though thinner than most she had seen.
It had a slight upturn about halfway down, a curve that she knew would
make it arch up inside her, hitting many especially sensitive places.

She could hardly wait.

"I will enjoy it," she whispered, and arched her back slightly,
lifting her now sodden cunt toward the doctor. "Please, measure me."
Her words sent a thrill through her own loins, as well as those of Dr.
Olakayude. Dr. Chevalwala merely smiled slightly, stepping up between
her legs and nudging the thick head of his prick against her wide-open
slit.

Placing his hands on her hips, he thrust, hard. His cock slid swiftly
in to a little more than half its length before Melissa's muscles
closed down on it, clenching and binding to create the maximum
friction. His face was a mask of impassivity as he observed the young
woman's reactions.

Melissa's eyes grew wide at the feeling of this strange black man
inside her. The six inches Dr. Chevalwala was able to push in were
deeper than her husband had ever filled her, and at the same time just
enough for that devilish curving of his shaft to take effect and probe
upward against the top of her passage. She writhed with delight.

Dr. Chevalwala gazed down at her dispassionately. "This will not do,
members of the project must be able to take more than the measuring
instrument currently shows. We shall try again." And he withdrew his
cock from the clutching walls of Melissa's pussy.

She groaned in disappointment as the thin but delightful shaft was
withdrawn, and whimpered her need for more. She was not long deprived,
for the wicked doctor almost immediately held her hips again and
thrust savagely back into her heated depths.

This time they both felt his cock bump up against her cervix, and he
was nearly all the way inside her, short by only an inch or so. The
curve in his shaft rubbed against her most sensitive, rarely
stimulated areas. Melissa bucked up against him, crying out her need.

"Oh my god, oh my god, that's so deep, that feels so good, ohhhhhh,"
she wailed.

"Since we are here, we shall test elasticity," Dr. Chevalwala said.
His tone was a study in neutrality, and his coolness while his penis
was embedded in her cunt made Melissa tremble with excitement. He was
a strange man, but he felt so good inside her!

He felt even better as he pulled back and began to fuck her slowly,
his cock pushing in and out firmly and without hesitation. Melissa
looked up at his face, which was decidedly unresponsive, but she could
see the muscles in his jaw working. She arched her back to meet his
thrusts and began to whisper to him, wanting to break through his mask
of objectivity.

"Oh yes, fuck me, shove that beautiful cock in me, it's so good," she
said, raising her head and pressing her face against his chest. The
position was uncomfortable, with her arms pulled painfully back and
bound, but she tilted her head and opened her mouth and licked at Dr.
Chevalwala's exposed neck.

There was no visible reaction except for an increase in the tempo of
his thrusts into her wide-open pussy.

Dr. Olakayude observed the ravishing of his newest staff doctor with
increasing lust. His cock was throbbing inside his tailored gray
trousers and he seriously considered re-entering the lab and partaking
of the delectable woman who was writhing on his associate's prick. He
discarded the idea quickly, however, since the integrity of the
project had already been shaken by the patron's insistence on the
immediate fucking of the lovely Dr. Nichols, and then Dr. Chevalwala's
foolishly risky behavior in his name-calling. It would do no good to
introduce yet another unplanned element. He remained seated, rubbing
his crotch, watching.

Dr. Chevalwala was now fucking Melissa in earnest. His hips flashed as
he pounded his throbbing shaft deep inside her willing slit. He
grunted lightly with each thrust, feeling the head of his cock
compressed against the back wall of her steamy, gripping cunt.

Her legs instinctively tried to rise up and wrap around the black
doctor, but were held by the restraints at her ankles. This caused her
mound to be open to the rubbing of his belly and balls. The friction
against her clit and against the lower and side portions of her mound
as he moved caused her to spasm with delight.

She continued to lick and suck at his neck, ignoring the growing pain
and stiffness in her arms and back. She was too far gone in her lust
to care.

Suddenly Dr. Chevalwala gave a shout and stepped back. Melissa wailed
at the sudden emptiness of her well-fucked pussy and collapsed back
onto the table. Both of them looked down at his pulsing cock, arching
in the cool air of the lab, the head wide and swollen like a thick
wedge of sausage, the little hole opening and closing reflexively as
pre-cum flowed from it. It was clear to them both that he had been
about to orgasm.

Melissa whimpered. She had wanted it so badly. "Don't stop, please,
give it back to me, it's so good, please, fuck me!"

Dr. Chevalwala closed his eyes for a few moments, calming himself. "Be
quiet, slut," he muttered, and then stepped back between Melissa's
legs. He reached down to adjust something under the edge of the exam
table. There was a soft grinding noise, and then her hips were raised
and the stirrups moved a bit further out to the sides.

This had the effect of opening her even more, and when he opened his
eyes, the wicked doctor could see and access not only Melissa's wet,
pink, hairless cunt, but also the tender, puckered rosebud of her ass.
For the first time, his expression altered, and a fleeting smile
played across his lips.

"Now we must measure the rear passage, slut," he said with a guttural
chuckle. "I imagine my girth will give you no problem, but the depth
to which I may go..." He trailed off and gazed into Melissa's eyes, his
own now bright with lust.

He pressed the head of his cock into her pussy once more, and held it,
soaking in her copious juices. He also reached down with one hand and
gathered the secretions of her excitement with his fingers, moving it
down to the moist, twitching ass pucker, smearing it thickly on the
tiny hole.

Melissa moaned at the stimulation, and gazed up at the black doctor
with a mixture of indecent craving, and fear at the sudden animation
he displayed at the thought of filling her ass.

It was not something she had done frequently, even at her wildest. She
and Kevin had done it perhaps 5 times since their marriage--he
complained that she was so tight he couldn't last long enough to give
either of them a reasonable amount of pleasure. And even though the
doctor's cock was barely as thick as her husband's (the thought of him
sent her head spinning, and a wave of distinct distaste through her
body) she was not sure she could take him.

Yet she wanted to. She wanted to feel the black doctor's hard cock
probing deep in her ass and driving her crazy with lust. She squirmed
against him, and his slim prick pushed a little deeper into her pussy.

"Ah, does the slut want this? Does the filthy white doctor slut want
my hard black cock in her ass?" The change that had come over Dr.
Chevalwala was intriguing. He grinned wickedly now, and he rotated his
hips, moving his shaft in Melissa's sopping cunt and delighting in her
moans of passion.

He pulled out of her slit and moved down to the hot pucker, rubbing
the spongy head of his latte-colored shaft against the rosy sphincter.
She gasped and shuddered at the sudden heat and pressure.

She gasped again when his hand came down on her ass with a harsh
slapping crack! It left a red print that Dr. Olakayude could see from
his place in the observation room.

"I asked you a QUESTION, slut!"

Melissa stared wide-eyed at the now fierce doctor, and whimpered,
"Yes, yes I want you to measure my asshole."

Dr. Chevalwala laughed. "No, slut, you want me to FUCK your asshole. I
know you for what you are, and that is a fuck-hungry slut. SO TAKE
IT!" And with no more warning than that, he drove his long, red-hot
cock into Melissa's bowels.

She screamed, of course. It was painful. While no wider than any other
prick she had ever taken, she had taken so few that it still stretched
her. But the length of him, as he drove thundering to the balls in her
rectum, pounded and prodded and forced its way up against her tender
anal walls.

Melissa wailed at the sudden agony. It was like a red-hot poker
driving into her. And it was enough.

CLICK

"OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOPPPP! AAAGGHHHHH!" Melissa felt as
if she had just awakened from a strangely erotic dream and found
herself being anally raped by a black doctor she had just met. "GOD IT
HURRRRTTSS!"

Dr. Olakayude recognized what had happened immediately and was on his
feet moving into the lab at once. He knew Dr. Chevalwala was too far
gone to stop his brutal fucking of Melissa's ass.

She was screaming and struggling against her bonds, trying vainly to
get away from the thrusting member of the mulatto doctor. He continued
to pound his cock in and out of her anus, sliding in to the balls
before jerking himself out and fucking in again, over and over.

"Your ass is so tight and hot," he grunted, "it is the best white ass
I have ever fucked. So steamy and gooey and velvety. You are the
hottest slut ever to be initiated into the project. You will belong to
me; you will be my white whore. Your ass is so perfect, slut!"

Melissa was screaming in wild-eyed fear now. The pain had receded
somewhat but his words scared her. She had no desire to be a sex
slave, and certainly not to this strange and brutal man.

A pair of chocolate-black hands appeared suddenly on Dr. Chevalwala's
shoulders and pulled him roughly away from the bound young female
doctor. His cock pulled out of her ravaged anus with a juicy pop and
the sound of multiple slaps resounded in the lab as Dr. Olakayude
brought his hand back and forth across the other man's face.

"Calm yourself, Mirike! CALM YOURSELF, YOU FOOL!" The Director was
furious. As he had crossed the lab, he had already made the decision
to send Dr. Chevalwala back to Nigeria in disgrace. But first he had
to get the doctor back to his normal, detached self instead of this
raging, stiff-cocked wild man. That man struggled with Dr. Olakayude.

Finally, having no other option, the Director brought his knee up into
the other man's groin.

The younger doctor collapsed to the floor, holding himself in agony as
Dr. Olakayude moved to Melissa's side. He reached behind the inclined
portion of the exam table and released her arms. She immediately threw
them around the man she considered her "savior", crying and moaning
against him. He found himself in the ironic position of being both the
man who must comfort and calm a young female staff member, as well as
the project director who had ordered her transformation into a sex-mad
whore.

He spoke gently to her, wiping her tears with his silk handkerchief.
When she became more composed, he gently lowered her back onto the
exam table.

"Relax, Melissa," he said in as soothing a tone as he could. "It is
all over now, and this vermin will get what he deserves, I assure
you." He glanced down at Dr. Chevalwala. The other doctor was now
sitting up, a grimace of pain on his face as he looked up at his
Director and the young female doctor, still bound by the ankles, her
nakedness displayed.  "You will be all right for a moment while I
place a call, won't you my dear?"

Melissa sniffled a little and nodded. She hurt. She was scared. She
was confused.

Dr. Chevalwala had fucked her, and she knew she had loved it. Then he
had brutally entered her ass, and suddenly she had gone from
cock-hungry slut to raped doctor wife in a heartbeat. Why was that?
What was going on?

She took a deep shuddering breath, trying to force herself to be calm.
The flavorful scent of the incense filled her nostrils and she sighed.
Something so mundane gave her an anchor to hold onto. Her mind
continued to mull over the last hour.

Why had she even been horny in the first place? She had been cheating
on her husband, willingly! And if something hadn't happened to remind
her of whom she was supposed to be, she would have probably been
laying here, willingly accepting a long, black cock up her ass!

That thought sent a flood of images of black men pouring through her
mind. Visions of herself, impaled anally on thick black cocks sent
shivers through her body. The idea of those same shaft spewing their
hot cum inside her and on her sent fresh waves of moisture oozing
through her pussy. She moaned and pressed her hands to her bare mound,
rubbing furiously.

The rational part of her brain screamed at her for acting in such a
manner, but once again the overwhelming power of her lust swept aside
her protests. She was reduced to a woman with one desire: to get
fucked.

Dr. Olakayude had gone to the lab phone and dialed his assistant. 

"Jonas, we have had a small incident in the entrance lab."

The young intern was immediately alert. "Do you need me to prepare
some tea, sir?"

"Indeed. But do not add the cream until you get here. I believe we may
need to reacquaint Dr. Nichols with the nature of--" He stopped at the
sounds from behind him.

Turning, he saw Melissa, her hands clawing between her legs. She was
mewling and pouting and moaning--and she was finger-fucking herself
wildly. She looked directly at him, her eyes blazing with lust. "Make
him finish me," she hissed, throwing a glance at the still-sitting Dr.
Chevalwala. "Make him stick that nasty cock back in my ass and make me
cum."

"Good god," Dr. Olakayude sighed.

"Sir?" Jonas sounded concerned. The Director shook his head to clear
it.

"Just bring the tea, my boy. Finish it there or here, I don't think it
will matter now." He returned the phone to its cradle and walked back
over to stand beside the writhing, moaning woman on the exam table.

Melissa looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, I want him to
cum in me, and make me cum. Please make him finish!"

Dr. Olakayude glanced at his colleague. "You heard her. Get up here
and finish what you started. Maintain your composure this time. And
thank god for small favors."

Dr. Chevalwala struggled to his feet. "But how did she--"

"I don't know, either how she broke it or how she slipped back into
it. But she wants it, so give it to her. Fuck her in the ass, and
spend yourself inside her. And be very, very grateful to her." He
crossed his arms and stepped back to watch.

The latte-skinned doctor stroked his cock, trying to ignore the
soreness in his balls, and stepped between Melissa's widespread legs.
She looked up at him with utter adoration in his gaze.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" she said in a very nasty, little girl voice.
"Are you gonna fuck me hard in my little ass and fill me with your
nasty nigger cum?"

Dr. Chevalwala groaned and his cock stiffened. Once again he rubbed it
in the gooey opening of Melissa's pussy, and then notched it against
her now swollen, red anus. Then, rather more gently than the previous
time, he eased his cock into her tight anal hole.

Melissa screamed, but this time with delight. "YESSSSSSSS, FUCK ME
FULL WITH THAT HOT BLACK COCK!!!! REAM MY SLUTTY ASSSSSS!!!!" She
threw her arms around the doctor and pulled him close, thrusting her
breasts up at him. "Suck my titties while you fuck me, baby. Bite my
nipples, it makes me so horny!"

The black man took the tip of one breast in his mouth and sucked hard
as he worked his cock deeper and deeper into Melissa's tight,
clenching asshole. The stiff nipple seemed to get even harder, and he
flicked it repeatedly with his tongue, listening to her moans and
squeals of pleasure.

Her rectum was like the most perfect velvet glove clasped around his
long, thin member. He was amazed at how much sensation he had of the
contours of her anal walls, and the heated dampness that surrounded
him. He pushed in and felt his balls bouncing against her cheeks.

"Now FUCK ME!!" Melissa begged, and Dr. Chevalwala began driving his
cock in and out of the wonderful, clutching glove of her ass.

Dr. Olakayude stood and watched in awe as Dr. Nichols hungrily
devoured everything that his associate poured to her firm young ass.
He was bottoming out in her bowels, all 11 inches plunging in and then
drawing back out so that just the head remained holding her little
pucker open. He breathed deeply, trying to maintain a sense of
tranquility at the steamy obscenity of the assfuck going on in front
of him.

His own cock was rigid with lust watching the scene before him, and he
wanted more than anything to step up to Melissa's head, pull out his
shaft and offer it to her mouth. He was sure she would oblige him, but
he did not want to risk whatever delicate balance had been achieved
that allowed her wanton nature to resurface so quickly after
Chevalwala's earlier stupidity.

His musings were interrupted by a high-pitched wail from the woman on
the table. She was screeching out what was clearly a highly intense
orgasm, her arms gripping tightly around Dr. Chevalwala's back. Her
fingers scratched long red marks down his dark skin as she exploded.
She was thrusting madly against his midriff, clearly desiring more of
him plunged into her steamy ass guts.

Her head was rolling from side to side and tears were pouring from her
eyes as she climaxed. Melissa's mind was in turmoil. She was seeing
wild visions of incredibly wicked sex, with numerous men and women
engaged in pleasuring their goddess of lust. That goddess was herself.
She screamed with delight as a series of brief, heart-stopping orgasms
burst through her body.

The sudden spasming and clenching of her ass around Dr. Chevalwala's
plunging cock was too much. He arched up, letting her nipple slide
from his mouth as he threw back his head and howled like an animal.
His prick swelled and began to spurt. Thick gouts of cum poured from
the swollen head.

He slammed his hips forward one last time and spilled his scalding
jism deep into Melissa's bowels. That was enough to tip her over the
edge once again, and her scream of pure lustful bliss was long, loud,
and soul shaking.

Dr. Chevalwala stumbled back from Melissa's sweat-and-juice-soaked
body, collapsing into a chair like a puppet whose strings have been
suddenly cut. He groaned and gasped as he stared back at the
incredible woman on the exam table.

Dr. Olakayude stared too, amazed at the reaction of the young woman
doctor he had brought into his project. Her body was still open,
displayed, but now she was dripping with her own sweat and the juices
of her soaking cunt. Her breasts were red tipped from the gnawing his
colleague had subjected them to--but that was done at her insistence!

Her anus gaped open and he could see into the dark recesses of her
bowels, and thick white sperm was already flowing from the red,
inflamed hole. She looked truly well-fucked.

"Dear god," he hissed. He had seen her move, and she was sliding her
hand down to cover her mound, beginning to rub and pinch at her large,
erect clitoris.

"She will fuck us to death," Dr. Chevalwala groaned as he took in the
spectacle.

Dr. Olakayude shook himself, coming to his senses. "Perhaps, and
perhaps not. This may be just a temporary state of arousal, and it may
be followed by intense guilt such as we saw a few minutes ago when you
foolishly attempted to rape her." His angry glare prevented the other
doctor from protesting. "Jonas will be here in a moment, and we will
give her some tea. Meanwhile, I will spend a few moments with her. She
should be quite open to hypnotic suggestion right now. You undo her
legs."

Dr. Chevalwala moved slowly to her feet and unfastened the ankle
cuffs, carefully lifting her feet from the stirrups and letting them
down on to the exam table.

The Director moved up beside the reclining woman and smiled down at
her. He lifted his gold pen and held it in front of her face.

"Melissa, my dear," he said softly. "Do look at me, please."

Her lovely, deep brown eyes opened, still shining with the ecstasy of
the sex she had just enjoyed. "Hello, Dr. Olakayude," she said
dreamily. "Wasn't that the most glorious fuck?"

"Yes, my dear, you were wonderful. I predict you will go far with the
project." He moved the pen slowly back and forth. "But now I need to
speak with you for a few moments. Will you watch the pen, please?"

Melissa nodded slowly, her eyes tracking on the bright gold.

"Very good. You are a most excellent doctor, my dear. Now, I want you
to do this for me. Remember your day so far. It has been very
interesting."

"Yes!" she replied with a giggle. "Especially the wonderful fuck!"

"Melissa," Dr. Olakayude said severely. "You will forget the fucking
you have just received."

"Nooooooo, it was WONDERFUL!"

"You will forget the fucking you just received. Not forever, but just
for now. You will recall it only when one of the project staff says
`Mirike is an ass'". Dr. Chevalwala grumbled, and watched peevishly.

Melissa seemed to mull this over in her head, then giggled. "'Mirike
is an ass'!"

"That's right, my dear. Now, remember your wonderful day: the brunch,
the staff, the tour, and a brief but uneventful standard examination.
Do you have all that? Tell me in your own words."

Melissa stretched and yawned. "It has been a wonderful day so far, Dr.
Olakayude. The brunch was delicious and I am very impressed with the
staff you have assembled. The facilities are everything I could
possibly want to work with. I must say that I hate examinations, but
this one was much nicer than most. Dr. Chevalwala knows his business."

"Hmmmm, well that will do. Ah, Jonas, do come in!"  The Director's
assistant carried a tray with a teapot and three cups. He stepped up
to the examination table, glancing coolly at the naked woman reclining
on it. "I see you have already prepared a cup for Dr. Nichols, how
thoughtful of you."

Jonas nodded. "Yes sir, the cream is already in the cup. Just add
tea."

The mixture of strong tea and warm cum swirled in the cup as Dr.
Olakayude poured, and then handed the cup to Melissa. "Drink this my
dear, and then we shall get you dressed and down to your office where
I believe you will want to take a nap until you get your strength
back."

Sweet, young Dr. Melissa Nichols swallowed her sperm-tea, smiling, her
mind once again swimming, the memory of her recent anal encounter
receding. By the time the three black men had helped her up and gotten
her dressed, she remembered only what she had been instructed to
remember.

But deep inside there remained in chains a twisted, dark woman who
looked very much like Melissa, except for the raging lust that burned
in her eyes. The demon of desire, which yearned to be released after
years of denial, might be restrained but she sent tendrils throughout
the young doctor. When she finally broke free, it would be a
singularly interesting time.

	*   *   *

The Board sat, copies of the reports of Dr. Olakayude and Dr.
Chevalwala on the conference room table before them.

"I do not know what happened, nor why she has responded so freely to
the stimuli offered her," the Director was saying. "It has been known
in the past that moqarra incense has triggered deeply-rooted passions,
and that those who have such experiences have vivid mental images of
the things they desire. I will admit that the interplay between
moqarra, the drugs in our tea, and the effects of our hypnotic
suggestions have not been studied fully. This should be added to our
upcoming studies."

"You say she was responding to sexual stimuli even before the command
word was uttered?" Dr. Mason appeared skeptical. "How is that
possible?"

"It appeared that she was. She undressed without hesitation, she
appeared somewhat glassy-eyed, and once she was nude, I could see
traces of moisture on her thighs," said Dr. Chevalwala. "This was all
before I spoke the trigger."

"Perhaps she is more sexually oriented than we were led to believe,"
offered Dr. Huzumbe. "We should consider advancing the schedule."

Dr. Olakayude frowned. "No. I will not. We were fortunate today. It
could have been a disaster, and almost was."

"But everything turned out for the best," Dr. Chevalwala said.
"Everything I did worked out fine, and we have given ourselves a fine
and delightful new area to study in this whore."

The Director turned cold, furious eyes on his associate. "Doctor, and
I use that term unwillingly," he said with barely restrained fury.
"You overstepped your duties. You were to measure, examine, tempt into
simple vaginal intercourse, and then release." He began tapping the
papers that lay on the table. The other doctors looked away
uncomfortably, aware that this was a sign of an imminent explosion in
whose blast radius they did not wish to be caught.

"You used terminology for the subject that could have resulted in her
complete rejection of the project. You applied physical punishment to
the subject's body in the form of a tawse, which could have resulted
in the same. Finally, you RAPED the woman anally, going far beyond
your mandate. Regardless of how she later reacted, YOU NEARLY CAUSED A
MAJOR FAILURE OF THE PROJECT!"

The last words thundered in the conference room, and Dr. Chevalwala
quailed before the anger of the Director. A long silence followed.
Finally, Dr. Olakayude spoke.

"You are dismissed, doctor. Get your things and get out. Return to
Nigeria. Out of the goodness of our heart we will find you a clinic to
run in the interior."

"But--"

"GOOD DAY, DOCTOR." 

There was nothing more to be said. The disgraced medic turned and
exited the room. Silence reigned again for a long while, until Dr.
Huzumbe cleared his throat.

"Dakore, my friend, don't you think that was a bit harsh? I mean,
everything turned out ok." He raised a questioning eyebrow and tried
to look properly subdued.

"The man was trouble waiting to happen. I could have passed over his
calling her a slut before the proper time, and even over the whipping.
Yes, she seemed to thrive on both of those things. And yes, after a
moment of moral backlash, she begged for that which had previously had
her screaming in fear. BUT! We were very, very lucky. I will not
tolerate stupid behavior by my staff endangering this project!"

Neither of the remaining board members said anything.

"Very well," Dr. Olakayude said finally. "Dr. Nichols will begin her
regular rounds of our female subjects tomorrow. I want her to be
allowed full examinations of all 14. She is an obstetrician and she
will function as one. She is good, we will use her skills." He stood
and paced the room as he spoke. Dr. Mason jotted down notes.

"As to her `education', she will receive daily hypnotic suggestion.
There is to be NO moqerra incense in her offices or her vicinity until
2 hours before a scheduled sexual contact. Speaking of which, there
will be NO sexual contact for the rest of this week. We will begin the
normal process on Monday. She is to have sex with no more than one man
at a time until further notice. And no women. I want no more risks
taken with her."

Dr. Olakayude stopped and pulled something from his pocket. The other
doctors could not see what it was, but he was staring at the picture
from Melissa's file. Imagining her delectable ass impaled upon his
raging black cock.

"She is too important to the project for us to lose."

TO BE CONTINUED

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